Thursday, October 30, 2008

Qanunji

Ariel Qassis, performed at some artist's studio in the dock area downtown. The crowd was about 30 people, comfortably lying on the sofas and cushions and seated at the bar.






The instrument, Qanun, is originally Persian and is played by picking with long nails. In the center it has strings of different lengths stretching from right to left in close triplets. On the left side there's keys for tuning, as well as levers. The artist plays by plucking the strings with both hands, sometimes using his left hand to switch or finely tilt the levers. These make the Qanun instrument different from any other...



Every time I heard Arab music, it sounded so wrong and didn't fit the familiar western music scheme. I'd just forget this and it didn't bother me because I don't like that music. Tonight however the mystery was resolved. Ariel kindly gave explanations and historical background between the pieces he played, including names of pieces and composers, their classification and origin.

In Western music, we have tones divided to just half tones, so we have "available sounds" A, A#, B, C, C#, D, D#, E, F, F#, G, G#, that's 12 half-tones in an octave. For the guitar for instance each fret is a halftone. We have our scales (e.g. melodic minor, harmonic) which are sets of sounds on which a piece is based.
Now, in Eastern music each tone is divided into 12 subtones! Meaning that each of the above 12 halftones (A to G#) is multiplied by 6, and that's the amount of different sounds per octave there are in Eastern music. The ear senses the difference sharply, so each time we hear an Arab or Turkish tune played with D, E#, and then some A+1/6 instead of A, the tone interval is wrong and it sounds odd.

Each string on the qanun has several levers (I've counted 13 on some), a lever per subtone raise. When a lever of a string is turned from right to left, the string is shortened since then it's in contact with the lever's edge. The intermediate lever position (between locked at left or right position) is used for playing with the note's pitch "live".


Music for the qanun is not written in symbols on sheets like in the West school, there's no notation. Maybe just the "skeleton" of the piece, and the rest is improvisation. Works are mostly transferred from one artist to another by learning to play them by ear. Typically the time signature is 10/8 (Western most popular today is the 4/4).


This qanun didn't have a pickup installed, maybe others come with piezoelectric or other pickups. Ariel just placed three microphones, two above it and one below the instrument.

"Heavier" pieces (very different from Western music) took a while to adopt to them and understand the logic. It was so confusing at first that after the each of the first two pieces Ariel would finish playing and had to bow and say "thank you", so that the public would get it and start clapping hands.

It's difficult to appreciate an musician's performance when you're not familiar with what's being played or worse, - don't dig that style of music at all (with the confusing 1/12 intervals). But then Ariel played a classical piece which I think was Mozart. It sounded beautiful, and he made only about 7 mistakes :) which is reasonable for its complexity and the tempo he took.

The performance was so great, you could see Ashkenazi people swaying from side to side to Turkish, Arab and Armenian sounds. At the end Ariel was pleased with the crowd's cheering and decided to do a piece by request; it was Umm-Kulthum's "Enta Omri". The lady who asked for this, sang the solo - and quite well, to everyone's surprise. I've never seen a guest from the crowd participating in a performance before. Maybe it was the environment...




After that Ariel played yet another piece, the listeners cheered loudly.

Ariel's music on googlepages, myspace

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

מחסל עיזים

בקרוב הסימסטר מתחיל, אם לא תבוא שביתה. עד אז יש המון עניינים לטפל בהם, עדר שלם של עיזים קטנים וגדולים, כדי לעבוד בשקט כשלא יהיה לזה זמן.

מגורים
חוזה שכירות לעוד שנה 24000 שח
להכריח את המשכיר לבצע תיקונים נחוצים, להחליף ברז דולף, חלון.
done

ביטוח לאומי
לסדר את החוב שהם גילו פתאום שיש לי, להלחם ולצמצם מתוכו כל מה שלא שייך (שנתיים לא היו מודעים שאני עובד, למרות שמדי חודש נוכו דמי ביטוח לאומי בתלוש).
done

רכב
לחדש ביטוח מקיף 4000 שח - done
לבצע טיפול שנתי במוסך, אבל קודם להרים סקנדל על המחירים כדי שלא ידפקו אותי גם השנה.

אופניים
החלפה של משכך קדמי ועוד כמה חלקים, כיוונון - 870 שח done
אחראי החנות: "האופניים שלך צריכות יותר תשומת לב, יותר צומי". בטח.

טל ניידים
לפני כשנתיים סוכנת אורנג' נתבקשה להתאים מסלולים למנויים שלי לפי היקף השימוש, ושמה את המסלול שלי לאמא ולהיפך. וויכוח מול הרשת, התנצלויות ללא תוצאות. הבעיה סודרה, כסף לא הוחזר. לא עובר לסלקום

אינטרנט
תקופת ההתחייבות הסתיימה במרץ ומסתבר שמאז אני משלם מחיר כפול. הצעת מחיר אצל המתחרה, ומיידית אח"כ גם הצעת מחיר יותר כדאית אצל הספק שלי. נשאר

ביטוח פנסיוני ועוד
הפוליסות נפתחו ב2005, שנה אח"כ במעבר למקום עבודה חדש מונה סוכן והניהול עבר לחברה אחרת. כעת הטכניון שיעסיק אותי בתור מתרגל אומר שעליי לעבוד עם חברה שלישית כי אינו מכיר את השאר. פגישה עם הסוכן שלהם ביום א' כדי להעביר את הכסף לחברה שאבחר. לבטל את הריסק, לצרף הרחבה לתרופות שלא בסל לפוליסת ביטוח בריאות, לבטל את ההרחבה הקודמת

נושא מחקר
לסיים כבר ולהגיש. עוד כסף למילגה

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Film festival

Watched "Donkey of Lahore" at the Tikotin museum of art. It's a documentary film which follows an Australian puppeteer who falls in love with a Pakistani 17-yearold girl as he visits her country during a show. Being immature and uneducated, he is lucky to have her brother in law's support and eventually manages to marry her and take her to Australia, despite all the Muslim customs. The easiest part for him on that 5-year journey was converting to Islam.
It was so odd, to see the girl's shyness along the whole story. At some point, as she was weary of waiting for him to come from Australia and marry her, she asked the cameraman, "what is he like?.. Can you tell me?"

We, are so different. So experienced consumers, we want our partner to be a certified product, with confirmed characteristics and all wanted virtues in check stably and reliably - before we show any commitment.




"...these are 21 things I want in my lover..."

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

New hobby on the way

There's this list I bear in my mind, of skills, crafts and arts and sports I want to learn and try. It gets updated everytime I come upon something new - beautiful, inspiring. I just feel I can be good at this. Every couple of years another item from that list is turned into reality, when the right opportunity emerges.
This time it's glass working, and it's getting closer. My research involves certain fluids and their response to light; in one of the experiments our group has shown that you can push and pull a droplet of this fluid in a tube, using a special beam of light.
So I was out hunting for glass tubes of 1-3mm diameter. Chemistry department has a glass workshop.
I found there a very friendly craftsman in his 60's, who has that typical slight arrogance characteristic to a person who had spent a very long time on some very specialized job, which just doesn't get enough recognition.
He was cutting glass elements and binding them using a gas burner with the regular bhutane-propane kitchen gas mixture plus pure oxygen.

" - Do you give glass working courses here maybe?"
" - We used to, a long time ago." (Reminded me of a tale one company's chief scientist told me in October '05 how they had to take glassworking classes as compulsory part of chemistry studies).
" There's one workshop in Ein-Hod you can try, but he's expensive".
" - How about the guy at hof-shemen here in Haifa?"
" - How did you hear about him?", he stopped his work, and we could hear just the purple flame of the gas burner. He was staring at me, trying to understand whether I know something I shouldn't.
" - I replaced an exhaust part on my car two years ago at Bero's, and his garage is right next to some glassworking workshop, so I asked Bero about it".
" - Oh... We used to collaborate once".

As he was elegantly making the glass tubes for me, I heard a story of two friends who eventually had to stop working together as one of them got greedy.

I observed the craftsman's techniques, asking questions. They just love relevant and understanding questions, to the point. Show respect, show interest in the craft and they share their secrets with you.

He gave me much more tubes than I needed, taught me how to cut them and gave the right tool for me to have - a piece of carborundum (a hard substance made of Silicon Carbide with plenty of applications).

The idea now is to ask this guy let me spend time in that workshop and do basic things; maybe he will let me, like many others before him; maybe again because of this "my shit doesn't stink" look I have and the skill to negotiate something in exchange.
Oh right, and also I need to find time when to do this.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Changes

Сестра покинула Рамат-Ган, вернулась к нам на север. Пришлось долго искать квартиру; цены бешеные, для нашего края. Квартиры дерьмовые, у людей совести нет. Значит спрос есть, неслабый. Цены на съём поднялись на процентов 20-30, а на куплю - существенно опустились. Это легко объясняется. Народ на чемоданах сидит, после последней бомбёжки. Не хотят покупать, снимают. Другие, имея здесь квартиры вообще не хотят здесь жить и сдают их.

Козе понятно после последнего прецедента что с новыми нормами продемонстрированными нашим сопливым правительством, арабесам можно бомбить всё что угодно, пока покой центра не затрагивают. А Хайфа это ведь такая смачная цель - почти полмиллиона жителей скучковались вокруг ядовитой взрывоопасной промзоны.




Так жалко этих задрипанных замотанных израильтяшек с семьями, застрявших в своём дерьме, с долгами и забытыми мечтами. Пёстрые commercials манят к недоступному, девушки на экранах дразнят мотая задом. Обшарпанные машины.. Совесть и закон давно не в моде, заденет - обязательно дёрнет наутёк, - деньги сэкономил. Низкая каста. Неизвестно кто из них покинул бы Израиль если б мог.




Weekend провели разбив палатки на Голанах.



Ольмерт уходя обещал арабам что всё отдадим, включая Голаны.
Давайте. Сначала только опустим головы в кулёк с морской водой - так, проверить как там дышится.



Saturday, October 4, 2008

Day off

After two weeks of holidays and saturdays spent in the dark room, decided to spend one whole day outside the lab. A girl invited me for a bike ride, she was impressed with some stuff I put on my facebook. Not every day you get such an invitation.
An agile sporty girl, both an engineer and an artist (a real one). You don't meet such people too often neither.

The plan was riding in the Carmel forest, but then I recalled that the day the cop stopped me I was twice lucky because my car insurance got expired two days before, and I didn't notice that. Had he decided to make a routine documents check, I'd be in trouble.
So it was changed to riding together to the beach and spend the day getting some tan, playing matkot and splashing in the sea.

On the way back we discovered one of us had a flat tyre but there was no way to take off the wheel - it didn't have fast opening levers but the oldfashioned bolt-nut fastening which is actually better against bike theft. So having a spare tube but no wrench, we headed out to seek who could have one. The first try was some aquajet owner, gave us rusty wrenches #12, 14 and 17, while we needed 15. Next was a security officer, the one who tells you not to ride on the promenade while you walk it with the bike beside you; these guys are so bored, they know everything. In the following 20 minutes, this became a rescue operation by the beach authorities. Everyone was so hypernice.
The officer directed us to the maintenance guy of the beach, calling him in advance and explaining the trouble in detail. The guy was waiting for us, waving from far away. We were taken to "backstage" of the promenade, and given all the tools we needed. Another bored officer joined the rescue operation as a spectator (and reminded us not to ride on the promenade). Then we were taken to the paramedic's office,... so I could wash the grease off my hands.

Yes, there are some interesting jobs out there. Walking around the beach, observing the best bikinis Haifa has to offer. At the end of your working day you want nothing but just clap your hands.

I haven't had so much good relaxing time in quite a while, although did visit the beach at least once a week lately, with other girls. So sometimes the companion makes a big difference.




What a wonderful day.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Bad day at lab

Не получается.
Колдую над optic table часами, настраиваю, но nanofluid никак не реагирует под светом так как следует. Непослушный. Предстоит некая дрессировка.


Недели две назад смог продемонстрировать то что надо - свет изменил профиль жидкости, а она в свою очередь изменила курс светового луча. Нелинейная оптика то есть, - сам световой луч контролирует себя или другой луч света, посредством изменения своей среды. Полученный тогда результат надо теперь повторить и оптимизировать...
Скоро получится, через день или неделю. а может через месяц. Если не на этом лазере то на другом. Success, это как припев. Завязка, куплет, драма, припев.


По дороге домой всё забылось. На светофоре после левого поворота газанул чтоб обогнать хипушит и занял его полосу, летя через следующий светофор.





Гитара покойного Корта Кобэйна, слегка overdriven, довывала завершающую часть "man who sold the world" с его unplugged performance.
Это ещё что?... Толстенький усатый коп, закрыв дорогу, спокойно махал мне светящимся жезлом в сторону своей машины. Как это я попался... Всё в его руках теперь; захочет - закатит штраф, хотя нарушений я не делал, а всего лишь "шустрил".

Вырубил Нирвану и вышел к нему навстречу, встав в сторонке.
"Эрев тов", говорит, "когда ты в последний раз дох получал (типа, сынок) ? "
"Вообще то никогда, ани нахаг заир мэод", разочаровал я его.
"Ну и вот зачем ты так неосторожно водишь, тебя ведь на месте можно послать на мишпат а там права заберут без разговоров на 3 месяца, для начала?"
...Пронесло. Этот товарищ штрафовать не будет.
Пришлось быть с ним супердипломатичным и доказать ему что нарушений не делал. Всё дело обошлось в 10 минут потерянного времени. Морда хорошенького хорошего парня в очередной раз меня спасла.