#bowling on monday wednesday friday and orchestra on tuesday thursday... i will have so much enrichment :]

[orcelito]

Oh wow. Just 2 hours after my advisor replied back saying he'd contacted the department designee, my override request has been approved. Sometimes emailing people really does work!!!

So I'll be taking front end web programming next semester!! As well as C/C++ in UNIX/Linux and quality engineering in IT. So definitely more technology focused than this semester was. But that was the point !! Finish up my communication minor this semester and some of the more theoretical courses, so it'll be on to Technology next semester 😌 I'm kinda excited

[radiopopstand]

Radio Popstand Broadcast 26 has been uploaded and is available to listen to now!

To listen to Radio Popstand launch your favourite podcast player and search for Radio Popstand. The latest broadcast (episode) is broadcast number 26.

One of the articles included in this broadcast of Radio Popstand is part two of the adventures of Radio Caroline. When we broadcast the first instalment of the Caroline adventure, back in broadcast number 24 of Popstand there was no Popstand Tumblr blog, so to remedy this I’ve included the transcript of the first instalment within the transcript of this instalment.

Part 1 of the Caroline Adventure (Transcript from broadcast 24 of Radio Popstand)

Before March 1964 your only chance of hearing pop music over the airwaves in the United Kingdom was for a few hours per week by the BBC or during the evenings from the station Radio Luxembourg, which was on the European mainland, although I have to say the signal quality from Luxembourg could be subject to much fading in and out for many parts of the UK.

The only other method to hear pop music was if you were lucky enough to own a record player. You could buy 7 inch vinyl records, that in most cases contained two songs, one on each side of the record. Each of these records cost about 6 shillings and 6 pence in 1964, that’s about 32p in the current decimal currency we have here in the UK. There was no such thing as digital music players and certainly no internet to stream music your way.

In the early 1960s Ronan O'Rahilly, an Irish business man, was attempting to secure singer Georgie Fame with a record contract but was being frustrated at every move he made to do so. Firstly, none of the existing record companies were interested, so Ronan decided to create his own record label, then to his horror he discovered that the BBC will only play established recording artists on their few music programmes. He contacted Radio Luxembourg, and once again his hopes were dashed when he was informed that the record shows on the station were all sponsored by four major record companies, so there was no way they would be able to play his records. At this point Ronan released the only thing he could do to solve this road block was to start his own radio station.

On Easter Day 1964 Radio Caroline came sailing onto the airwaves from a converted passenger ferry, the MV Fredericia, which was renamed the MV Caroline. This was the start of 24 hour a day, 7 day a week coverage by many different stations over the years from various ships and structures around the UK coastline, but just outside territorial limits, so avoiding any need to be licensed. The majority of these broadcasting stations provided a wealthy diet of pop music from gramophone records. Something that the BBC could not do even if, at the time, they had the inclination to so do.

The playing of music over the airwaves was very much restricted in those days and controlled by organisations such as the musicians union in an effort to protect the livelihood of the musicians which they helped. The BBC Light Programme was the BBC station that had responsibility for playing pop music in those days, together with news, comedy shows, sport, drama and other general interest programmes. The restrictions ruled, and even with the pop music shows that were broadcast there was only one that played back to back pop music records. Many of these programmes were interspersed with orchestras playing their versions of the hits of the day, not really what the youngsters of the day wanted to hear. They wanted to hear the Beach Boys singing Good Vibrations, not the BBC Northern Dance Orchestra with their instrumental interpretation.

This is were the sea based broadcasters were a godsend, with their non-stop pop music format. But not only were the likes of Caroline, London, City and England bringing pop music to the listeners, they were also providing something to listen to in terms of the presentation that was fun to listen too. Gone was the rigid presentation format, where there was a pause between each item, the announcer spoke slowly from a script, that must under no circumstances be deviated from. These new broadcasters were bringing an exciting, must listen too burst of fresh air, where you didn’t want to miss one moment.

The DJs became a part of the family, listeners followed the events that occurred to these offshore broadcasters with a passion, and being at sea the events that occurred were numerous and eventful, and quite often made headline news. One of the first such events to occur after Caroline had started broadcasting was a visit to the MV Caroline by the customs vessel ‘The Venturous’. Simon Dee was on duty as this visit occurred.

News time: Dateline: Wednesday 6th May 1964

We interrupt this programme to bring you a news report. The customs vessel Venturous drew close to MV Caroline at approximately 12:30pm today. The master of the vessel requested permission to board the MV Caroline in order to inspect our bonded stores. He was advised that one person only could board the ship. This offer was not accepted and shortly after the Venturous turned and sailed away from the Caroline. We shall bring you any further new developments as and when they happen, but now we return you to our scheduled programme.

From the very beginning the government of the day was not happy with these pop pirates of the airwaves bringing all this enjoyment to the masses. Questions were asked in parliament as to why the Venturous did not board the Caroline and tow her away.

The MV Caroline was soon joined at a close anchorage by another vessel with the same intention of bringing music record programmes for the listener’s pleasure. Radio Atlanta from the MV Mi Amigo commenced broadcasts on Tuesday 12th May 1964.

But that’s another story and you’ll have to wait to hear that another day.

Part 2 of the Caroline Adventure (Transcript from broadcast 26 of Radio Popstand)

From Tuesday 12th May 1964 two ships anchored in international waters of the North Sea were beaming a radio signal off the east coast of the UK. A rival to Radio Caroline had arrived on the airwaves. This new station was broadcasting from the MV Mi Amigo and called Radio Atlanta, broadcasting very close to Caroline on the medium wave band, with Caroline on 199 metres and Atlanta on 201 metres.

This was not the first time the Mi Amigo had been used for the purpose of broadcasting, having been used by Radio Nord in 1961/1962 off the coast of Sweden.

Both Caroline and Atlanta were battling for the same listeners, and with Caroline having arrived first it soon became clear that Atlanta was fighting a loosing battle. Behind the scene negotiations were taking place between the two organisations and a merger was soon agreed upon.

During the early evening of Thursday 2nd July 1964 both Caroline and Atlanta ended their transmissions for the day. No on-air announcement was made of what was about to happen, but that was the very last broadcast to be made from the Mi Amigo by Radio Atlanta.

The MV Caroline’s anchor was raised and Caroline sailed to within a mile of the Mi Amigo, a tender left the Caroline with two DJs Simon Dee and Doug Kerr, records, tapes and the transmitting crystal for 199 metres. Once all safely on board the Mi Amigo the tender left on it’s return to the Caroline with Atlanta’s 201 metres crystal.

Once again the Caroline set sail, this time travelling south towards the English Channel. The following morning both stations recommended transmissions, from the Mi Amigo as Radio Caroline South and from the Caroline as Radio Caroline, which was now sailing in a westerly direction along the English Channel. By 8 o’clock that Friday morning the ship was passing Eastbourne and Beachy Head, the DJs were bowled over by the crowds that could be seen cheering the station on. The journey continued throughout the weekend with updates from the ship’s master on the Caroline’s current position and it’s schedule being broadcast over the air. By 8 o’clock Sunday morning the course was changed as the MV Caroline started to sail north with an expected arrival time of 12.00noon on Monday 6th July 1964 at an anchorage off the Isle of Man in the Irish Sea.

Radio Caroline now had a network covering much of the United Kingdom and the Republic of Ireland and a large area of the European mainland with Radio Caroline South from the MV Mi Amigo in the southern North Sea and Radio Caroline North from the MV Caroline from the Irish Sea off the Isle of Man. The

This arrangement of the two Caroline’s lasted well for almost four years, a few problems along the way, one being the Mi Amigo loosing it’s anchorage in a storm on Wednesday 19th January 1966 and ending up on the beach at Frinton, Essex. The Mi Amigo suffered some damaged but Caroline hired another vessel whilst repairs were carried out.

They managed to continue after the British government introduced the Marine Etc (Broadcasting) Offences Act (MOA for short) on Monday 14th August 1967, this was a piece of legislation designed to make it impossible for the offshore radio stations to continue by making it illegal for British subjects to work for such stations and British companies to advertise on them. Many other stations had arrived on the scene since March 1964 and the MOA silenced all but the first station to broadcast from international waters off the UK, Radio Caroline.

It was a dispute with the tug company that tendered the two ships that was Caroline’s downfall, as this resulted in the Caroline and the Mi Amigo being seized on Sunday 3rd March 1968 and towed away.

But this was by no means the end of Caroline. However, the two ships were to spend the next four years tied up next to each other in a port in Amsterdam in the Netherlands.

You’ll have to listen again at sometime in the future to hear more of this exciting adventure of Radio Caroline.

Jeff Wright, 10th July 2019

[gracia-suficiente]

As cramped and noisy as my little apartment feels when m family is in town, I hate how desolate it feels right after they leave. But because I don’t want to dwell on those sad feelings, I’m going to write about the great week I had while they were in town!

They drove into town last Friday, May 31st, and got here just in time for dinner. We went to this chicken place that I took my parents to last time they were here because my mom fell in love with it. My sister got the spiciest chicken on the menu and said it wasn’t hot at all. We laughed because she used to think Louisiana Hot Sauce was spicy and I used to jalapenos as a snack and now I can barely handle the medium spice. We also went to the mall and walked around for a bit.

On Saturday, my little brother competed at the state UIL orchestra competition. It was great to be able to hear his violin quartet compete. It was nice to see my old orchestra teacher again too. His quartet ended up getting a 3 which isn’t great but also isn’t awful but he was glad to make it to state. My family and I had lunch at our favorite pizza place and then explored some vintage shops and record stores down the street. We got home and I knocked out while watching Planet Earth because I was exhausted and the narrator’s voice was soothing. After everyone napped, we ate dinner and went to a park nearby to walk.

We went to mass at my church on Sunday and we were asked to present the gifts during the offertory. Father Jesse gave us a blessing. We drove to New Braunfels to meet my Tia and cousins for lunch. It was crazy hot out but we still explored the little town and enjoyed some ice cream before driving back home. We played some board games in the evening.

I had to work all week, unfortunately, because my audit assignment is in its last weeks and we are crazy hectic. After work on Monday, I came home to a nice dinner. I treated my family to some Korean ice cream and we bought another board game. On Tuesday, we went bowling. I’d never gone bowling (I’m not a big fan tbh) so I picked a bowling alley at random. The first one was a fluke (it was mini-bowling in an arcade) but the second place I picked was incredible! It was so nice and new and it had an arcade too. We had a lot of fun and I’m sure my siblings and I spent more time choosing our prizes then actually playing games. We settled on a bunch of candy.

Wednesday was a bit of a slow day and I don’t remember if anything significant happened on this day. I think we stayed home again and played some board games. We found a Disney meme game and it’s been a while since I laughed as much as I did this past week. Thursday, we made another trip to the park for a walk and I tripped myself a couple of times while walking. 

Friday was super fun! Work was only a half-day because we had our company summer picnic in the park. Even though it was hot out, we all had a good time playing the games and eating tacos and snow cones. My mom won first place for the “olympics”! It was so nice introducing my family to my coworkers too. After that, we escaped the heat and went to the movies to see Aladdin. I enjoyed it but these live action remakes will probably never be able to recreate the magic of seeing/hearing the music and story for the first time. We visited a Japanese book store in town and explored for a while. We were all exhausted so we went home to relax and snack. 

Yesterday, we went to have breakfast and enjoyed each others’ company for a bit more before my family drove out. I never really considered myself to be super “family-oriented” until I moved away and now I wish they lived closer. But I’m glad they were able to visit for as long as they did.

[banjospring97-blog]

Why I Cooked Every Single Meal for 7 Days (Well, Almost)

In C'mon, It's Just 7 Days, members of the Food52 team share what it was like to take on a personal challenge for one week: skipping caffeine, going plastic-free, and more. (Spoiler alert: We all survived.)

2018 was the year I avoided exercise at all costs, got drinks with friends after work (like, a lot), and ate out multiple times a week (breakfast, lunch, and dinner). Not that I don’t believe we should be partaking in such pleasures—we absolutely should. But everything in moderation and all that, right?

It took staying in my high school bedroom over the holidays, sifting through yearbooks and looking at old photographs of myself, for me to realize that my adult life had been missing the kind of discipline I used to have when I was younger: Younger Me was Homecoming King and Principal Flutist in the county orchestra; Younger Me ate green things like avocados and ran track; Younger Me cooked for himself almost every. Single. Day. And it wasn't even his job.

This might sound ironic considering I’m a food editor now and write about how much comfort and pleasure cooking gives me. And of course it does, and I do a lot of it. But I certainly don't do it every day, for every meal—do you? When it comes down to it, I usually just boil an egg in the morning (if I'm not jamming my feet into my Converses, bolting out the door) and I almost always buy my lunch, or compose an elaborate meal out of snacks I've foraged opportunistically from the Food52 test kitchen. Sure, dinner leaves more room for the kind of slow, measured cooking and eating that bleeds into the night and gives me peace before bed, but even in that arena I could still use a bit more work. So, in an effort to take better care of myself this year, I've decided to do a couple of things: join a yoga studio, and cook more food.

First up? Agreeing to cook every single meal for seven whole days, as part of our C'mon, It's Just 7 Days team challenge. For this, I drew inspiration from David Tamarkin's Cook90 plan, where you cook yourself breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for 30 days with the idea in mind "that you cannot cook for 30 days straight and not come out a better, faster, healthier cook." I was most encouraged by the "better," and the notion that this kind of cooking would make me more skilled in the kitchen. But...30 days is a lot. So I decided to try seven days first.

Here's how it went:

Day One: Monday

It's New Year's Eve. I feel way on top of it because, according to Tamarkin, nearly 200,000 people are starting the Cook90 challenge...tomorrow. And I've got a 24-hour head start. When I wake up in the morning, I usually can't stomach a full breakfast, so I always have a single six-minute boiled egg with Magic Spice and a cup of coffee, which is what I do today. For lunch, Mom and I make kimchi fried rice together. For dinner, I invite my cousins over for an evening of appetizers: nori deviled eggs, shrimp cocktail, and cheesy breakfast sausage pinwheels.

Favorite Meal of the Day: The kimchi fried rice (duh). How’d I Do?: A+ (wow, the sausage pinwheels were incredible; I'm the best).

Day Two: Tuesday

New Year's Day. I feel encouraged by yesterday's success (this is going to be a walk in the park). Of course, I have another boiled egg this morning and go about my day. Mom, Dad, and my brother Kevin are all super busy tonight, so we decide to meet back at the house for lunch. Guess who's cooking? I make a simple rigatoni alla vodka with some leftover sausage from last night—it's so creamy and comforting. My mom says it's the best pasta she's ever had (she always says this about anything new I cook her). To go with, a huge composed Italian-style salad with a homemade garlicky, oregano-scented vinaigrette, plus Texas toast. Dinner is just me, so I make the cover recipe from Cook90: sweet potatoes with chorizo, mushrooms, and lime cream. (It's so. Good.)

Favorite Meal of the Day: The sweet potaters. How’d I Do?: A (I feel kind of guilty about my lazy breakfasts; does boiling an egg really count?).

Day Three: Wednesday

My mom just bought an army of raw, fresh crabs for one of my favorite Korean dishes ever: gaejang (or soy sauce–marinated crabs). I help her make the marinade, which is just water, soy, sugar, jalapeños, and onions that we bring to a boil, cool slightly, then pour over the crabs. We can't eat these until tomorrow (but I think this counts as cooking). Lunch is leftover kimchi fried rice with a bunch of banchan from the fridge (this doesn't count as cooking). I have to rush out to pick up my boyfriend Scott from the airport. Tamarkin says you're allowed to cheat for three of the 90 meals, so we decide to get ramen for dinner at Ton Ton in Ponce City Market (the tonkotsu is my favorite bowl of noodles in America, so I only feel a little guilty).

Favorite Meal of the Day: The ramen! It fed my soul! How’d I Do?: C- (the only thing I cooked today was an egg in the morning and the crabs, which wasn't one of my three meals).

Day Four: Thursday

A little discouraged from yesterday—but hey, life happens. I skip breakfast because I sleep in, but wake up at noon to my uncle's loud, booming voice downstairs: He's brought us some wagyu steaks from Costco. I cook one in a skillet, carve it, and have it with white rice. It's so fatty, almost too fatty, so I take the steak pieces back to the pan to render more of their fat. Much better. It melts in my mouth. Oh! And the crabs are ready. Their sweet-salty flesh is like ceviche, only softer in taste and texture, and the soy flavor tastes incredible with the rice. Utterly addictive (my friend Irene says her grandmother calls gaejang "rice killer" because it makes you want to keep eating more and more rice). For dinner, I drive over to Scott's and we make Urvashi Pitre's Instant Pot Butter Chicken.

Favorite Meal of the Day: Gaejang. How’d I Do?: B+ (missed a meal, but cooked two other times; plus, reaped the fruits of our crab labor yesterday).

Soy crabs, 24 hours later.

Day Five: Friday

Breakfast is white rice with fried eggs, soy sauce, and sesame oil. For lunch, I want to show my mom how to use the new Instant Pot I bought her for Christmas, so we attempt my beef stroganoff recipe (originally intended for a slow cooker), stupidly don't change a thing, and end up with a mess. The beef and mushrooms produce way too much liquid for the pot, so beefy soup spews out of the pressure release valve and ruins the kitchen. It tastes fine, but we feel dumb. For dinner, I go over to Scott's again and we reheat a frozen pizza from Publix; dessert is an Asian pear galette that I ate happily (but didn't help make).

Favorite Meal of the Day: Our Publix dinner. How’d I Do?: B- (reheating a pizza, according to Tamarkin, doesn't count as cooking, and I didn't make the gorgeous galette).

Hello, gorgeous.

Day Six: Saturday

It's my last day in Atlanta. I decide that going to one of my favorite lunch places on Buford Highway with my parents is worth it. I want to treat my family for dinner, so I cook them a Sunday roast with Yorkshire puddings; Nigella's minty pea and avocado salad; my warm eggplant and mint salad; and these clementine chocolate lava cakes. My brother is in charge of the dessert and he forgets the olive oil, so they come out more lava than cake. -_- My parents appreciate all the vegetables, because they love vegetables. (Am I really related to these people?)

Favorite Meal of the Day: The last supper. How’d I Do?: C+ (I may have only cooked once, but I cooked A LOT).

Rise, my children, RISE!

Day Seven: Sunday

Today I'm on the road with my dog for 13 hours, driving from Atlanta back to New York. I didn't cook anything in advance or pack myself breakfast or lunch, so I eat a few clementines when I stop for gas and later scarf down a drive-through chicken sandwich with French fries. (Have I failed you, C'mon It's Just 7 Days challenge?) Even though I should be exhausted, I come home to my Manhattan apartment and feel inspired to cook again—finally, in my own kitchen for a change. I take a giant sheet pan, roast a whole chopped head of cauliflower, plus Italian sausage, red onion, and fennel seed, and toss this with some cooked fusilli and a huge smattering of freshly grated Parmesan. It really hits the spot, as does a glass of the single-malt Scotch that Scott gave me for Christmas. And, belly full and seven days of cooking under my belt, I lay me down to sleep.

Favorite Meal of the Day: The Scotch. How’d I Do?: C (I didn't totally fail today...right?).

Cooking every meal, every day was a lot harder than I thought it'd be. I figured, "Hey, as long as I do this after the holidays, after all the family reunions and parties, then it should be fine." But I still found myself needing breaks and wanting to just go out for a meal instead of cooking it from scratch. And don't even get me started on breakfast! I had to force myself to wake up early enough to have breakfast at all.

Still, I appreciated the exercise and caught myself occasionally noticing the act of my cooking that much more: every stir of the pot, every cracked egg, every little movement in the kitchen that fed my soul and gave me peace. I even caught myself thinking, "I forgot how much I love this." In this way, like Tamarkin said, I do believe the seven days of mindfulness actually made me a better cook—or at least a more thoughtful one. But the thing I loved most was that, at the end of the day, this kind of cooking wasn't about anything other than feeding my family and myself, a challenge primarily for sustenance.

As Nigella Lawson writes in Simply Nigella, "If cooking isn't hinged on necessity, it loses its context, and purpose. I cook to give pleasure, to myself and others, but first it is about sustaining life, and only then about forging a life." So, I've started to make good on at least one of my New Year's resolutions—and just as soon as I can find an inspiring Nigella quote about joining a yoga studio, then I'll be on my way with the next.

How often do you cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Let us know in the comments below.

Source: https://food52.com/blog/23626-meal-prep-every-breakfast-lunch-dinner-planner-cook90

[tommyoboe]

YEAR 3 - WEEK 11.

Despite the instant pain of my alarm going off Monday morning, the afterthought was a much more positive one.

After a rather emotional weekend overall leaving me elated, I felt refreshed as I headed into college Monday morning for my film class, despite doing all my reading that I should have done in the three weeks I had between classes in the space of about ten minutes over a quick bowl of cereal and coffee. I really enjoyed Monday’s class too, knowing for once probably in a while that I was projecting full engagement and happiness, which I was feeling too. It was a lovely feeling that stayed with me that day and evening, one of full health as well as joy. Monday’s jazz concert at the conservatoire, as well as including the usual standards, featured some South African inspired numbers that also contributed to my happiness that day, leaving me involved with the music and not so much my oboe reed(s) that sounds like a duck on steroids. If a performance can fully engross me like that, then both the performance is top notch and things are good with me. What a feeling. Going further into the week, this term’s repertoire orchestra project began, with my colleagues and I playing in sectionals to get the pieces up to scratch for the next two weeks of full rehearsals before the end of term concert, and the following inevitable night out (I mean, civilised drinks). So far it’s been good fun, with my cor anglais part for Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet full of beefy low notes and a sweet melancholy solo or two (basically what the instrument was designed for). The other piece I’m in is utter shit but it’s to be expected with commission pieces. STOP COMPOSING WEIRD SHIT FOR THE SAKE OF BEING WEIRD. Wednesday brought the weekly (daily, minutely, SECONDLY) reed issues, where I dabbled with different reeds for the whole of our hour quintet coaching that afternoon, leaving me flustered and frustrated as I headed into playing in performance class soon afterwards, not to mention being unprepared with little rehearsal. But then, to my pleasant surprise, I did a pretty good job with Bozza’s beautiful Fantaisie Pastorale, getting some truly lovely comments on my sound in particular, which is basically number one for me. And not a single mention of any reed issues, which for me is so fucking refreshing! Another solo opportunity arose on Thursday in the form of the annual Woodwind Prize prelim round; despite not getting through to the final I did a good performance considering not a lot of time went into preparation for this. Also, just knowing I took the opportunity to perform was enough for me at this stage.

And part of that was due to the next performance being that same night with quintet in a joint concert with the highly talented Lumos Quintet, another that went very well in the end, with one of the movements we played being covered in just four rehearsals (definitely not promoting winging it, but I’m proud of myself for getting through so much of this term on doing just that!).

After an annoying start on Friday where my early morning practice plans were brutally shot down, my fellow quintetees and I were back on it for a gig at the New Alexandra Theatre, something different from the concert halls we’re used to playing in! The gig itself went fine, but what was nice was being able to sit and enjoy dinner with them all at a decent Indian restaurant beforehand - something we definitely want to do more often! Although next time perhaps without the stress of having to get back for the gig itself; only we could make something as relaxed as going out for dinner stressful!

These lights were so stealable; they would just make the perfect addition to my room.

Yesterday was my final teacher training session, and after a short but intense course, it’s left me full of ideas, really asking myself what I want to do as a career and what I can do to get there. It’s also reinforced that it’s far away now - scary but exciting times! Leisure time this week started with Cards Against Humanity and curry (my second tea of the night, oops) and cake for Orestis’ birthday Tuesday evening, bringing distinct chimes of first year nights in, making me miss these but also reinforcing my happiness to be doing bigger and better things now in third year. Some of us took on the Christmas market on Friday too, gaining feelings of exhilaration as we went on this mental upside down ride and screamed (well, I did) a lot, before I found my classy self with melted chocolate off of a paper plate. Classic. After my teacher training yesterday, I enjoyed some divine tacos and chill at Cameron’s before today singing and dancing to Christmas music and finally watching Rogue One just in time for the new Star Wars film release in a couple of weeks.

Good times (well, mostly)! Long let these continue!

T