Shelford Hill - Logs

Shelford Hill


This is where he scribbles, in no small measure compelled by the absence of anything else to do, not busy enough to forget himself, not free enough to be, simply, as he ought to be. But scribble he will, and scribble he shall, logs of walking back and forth, and up and down, and then ending up nowhere, but with a headache and sore eyes, slightly embarassed and pink.


26 March 2022

And, where has the time gone?

I have determined that too much time was spent on many pursuits that were leading to my dissipation, not recollection, my diminishment, not my edification. It took a change in my work and a concomitant scarcity of free time to make me realise what I should attend to. Even now, typing these words while the little one (not, perhaps, so little anymore) naps gives me concern whether I can properly give an account of what I am doing. But I think, for now, that I can.

Much more that is not fit for public consumption shall find its way to forgetting or some lines in notes for myself. It suffices to say here that there has been a reshuffle of this little site of mine. Two pages, "Sessions" and "Things", have been relegated to the "Archive". If a website reflects its owner and carer, these are not the things I wish to be the emphasis of my life any longer, though, for better or worse, they shall form always a part of me.

The new section, on the Church Year, will be an attempt to build a little series of stations for pilgrims on the way, to collect resources, prayers, hymns, reflections, organised around the liturgical calendar, but not restricted to it. It will be an organic process of accumlation, I hope, but one that I think I will personally appreciate in the time to come.

In other news, hand-coded HTML wins out for me. I spent too much time one evening worrying about the right tools to use for this site, and was ultimately convicted that my energies were better directed elsewhere. Let this stand as a reminder and testify to me that the tools I choose must also direct me to goodness rather than become ends in themselves and prone to distract. I do not have the skill or capacity for this work, and am ever grateful to those who do so that I can reap rewards from their work.


4 December 2021

What are my purposes in seeking to make music?

  • to understand the nature of sound, and thereby, to understand more of reality;
  • to feel in new ways, to express myself in a new language, and thereby, to feel and express better;
  • to gain mastery of my mind and body in a new way, and thereby, to become more free;
  • to appreciate more the skill and craft of others who labour in this field, and thereby, to become more charitable and impressed; and
  • to understand more the One who makes all things by his word.

What are the areas of my interest at the moment?

  • Live coding (crow, tidalcycles)
  • Synthesis (modular, aalto, kaivo, virta)
  • Expression (piano, keyboard)
  • Composition (theory)
  • Improvisation (related to composition)


23 November 2021

As the crow flies —
How do we know how
the crow flies — lines are not
straight, neither for us nor for them.
Bird paths, lives, cross over roads
and paths and intersect,
cut, weave, cover, rend,
above our concrete nests.


17 November 2021

Now is the time of monsters


28 October 2021

If the scale is imitation of the tone on the horizontal plane, that is, note after note, then chords are imitation on the vertical, notes sounded together. If the scale is analysis,then the chord is synthesis of the tone.

Arnold Schoenberg, Theory of Harmony at p 26


18 October 2021

Too much caught up in miniscule concerns and config files. But more than that, the temptation to buy and buy. Beautiful objects to be sure, but in their beauty, their captivating, enthralling beauty, also a trap and a snare. Why, as a mere consumer who can get by with much less, do I yearn for the "professional"? It's part of the charm, the workflows that will never flow, the imaginations and machinations of thing-lust and object-yearning-so. Be satisfied, says he who gives all, be satisfied for the world is yours. He says, I know, but yet the fingers scroll.


11 October 2021

He is the image of the invisble God, the firstborn of all creation. For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him. And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together. And he is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in everything he might be preeminent. For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross.