So I’m toying around with recording the audio version of “Just Add Water,” from Final Fenway Fiction. For editing, I have a lot of PDF apps on my iPad, many of which do audio notes. I also have GarageBand. I was hoping to use GB, but it turns out either I was doing it wrong or it wasn’t possible to record audio in the background while I read the book from iBooks or one of the PDF apps.
In the end, well, the middle, I’ve been using Notability, which allows you to take audio notes as you flick down the story.
It’s not too bad. Going to need to edit my ehms and uhhhs out, but I’ve got a good start to work with, anyway.
Bring your copies of either Fenway Fiction, maybe get a sneak peek of the third installment of the series, and watch us shake so many hands you’ll think we were running for office (*). I’ll take requests/votes, through the comments, for the following different approaches I may take to the reading:
Read from “The Johnny Damon” story.
Read from the “Bellyitcher” story.
Read from as-yet published story slated for inclusion in the third book of the series at this time.
Wear a French beret, despite not being a) French or b) fond of berets.
Bring a haddock to give out to the first member of the audience to shout out the finishing words to a sentence I’m in the middle of reading.
Along the same lines, pause dramatically in the middle of a line and hold the mic (or imaginary mic, as I think we’ll be forgoing those for this reading) out towards the audience to encourage them to sing along.
Obtain a pair of (fake, this is a recession, after all) diamond studded sunglasses and proceed to read the story (or conduct the sing-along) with them on the whole time.
Sign copies of the book with my left hand (I’m right-handed).
Sign copies of the book with my left foot (I haven’t tried, but I’m pretty sure I’m just about unable to write my name with my left foot).
As if I were running for office (*), attempt to kiss any and all babies in the audience (**).
Attempt to tell a heart-warming and personal story about growing up and navigating the summer reading boot camps at the Charlton Public Library as a boy.
Slip the word “slugabed” into the reading somewhere, despite it not appearing in any story (expecting the title, perhaps) I’ve ever written.
Now, not to engage in the ridiculous Beckett vs. Wakefield debate that the Fox broadcast crew insisted on talking about until I hit the mute button and grabbed the radio for WEEI’s take on the matter (and that bullsh*t article by Nick Cafardo in the Globe this morning… sorry, I can’t bear to link to it), but I thought Wake looked great last night. And I was begging Tito not to take him out in his trouble inning. Somehow I don’t see him giving up 7 runs… maybe another one… but the Indians hitters looked like they were having real trouble with the knuckler last night.
Oh well.
Bruins home opener is Thursday vs. the Lightning. And they’re second in the division behind the Senators right now! Bring on Sir Stanley!
“The only tricky thing about this is that women traditionally need to spend a couple of days in the hospital after giving birth, but we’ll be requiring them to leave the park within one hour of the child’s birth, or we’ll be forced to bill them for an additional 25 grand,” Lucchino noted. “Time is money, and we can’t have some happy young couple getting married in one part of the field, while a woman is resting after giving birth nearby. So, once the child is born, they can just call a cab, and there are several hospitals nearby. It’s a magnificent opportunity.”
This week’s Sane is about the rookie hazing campaign that’s been going on over the last few starts for poor Daisuke Matsuzaka. Well, “poor” isn’t entirely accurate, but you know what I meant.
The new iHoroscopes are announced, at long last, the new tshirts designs, too, and it’s all just a very packed issue this week. Go on over and check it out.
[Wily Mo] released this statement Sunday:
“To my sisters, brothers and fans of the Red Sox [team stats] Nation. I want to take a moment to thank you and the entire Red Sox organization for your support during my time in Boston. Your constant passion for baseball and your beloved Red Sox is unmatched and has touched me deeply. I will always consider you with a special place in my heart.
“The Red Sox organization deserves only the best and the Red Sox Nation is just that. Peace in life, Wily Modesto Pena.”
That’s pretty nice… he seemed like a great guy, very earnest, and it’s a shame it didn’t work out for him in Boston… his monster swings were something to behold (yes, even missing those curveballs). While I won’t miss his outfield performances, it’s a pity we didn’t get to see the potential realized here.
Kind of an interesting walk down memory lane looking at some of these teams listed… I’m feeling in the mood to watch a little City of Champions this evening.
