‘Acoustics’ is not spelled with two ‘c’s like I think it should be spelled. Nope, one c. I think it every time I type it, which is a LOT. I type it a lot because I am obsessing over the way that the rooms in the new CDC are so dang echo-y. I have a plan (later post), but I am concerned that it will not be sufficient in the long-term.
So.
So I obsess. I obsess about acoustic panels and acoustic tile and homemade acoustic tile and I Google acoustic panels on the cheap and I search the free craigslist section for ‘acoustic’ and just get a bunch of guitars. I am mildly freaking out because money is rather tight and I want this issue solved right now for no money. I search for ‘acoustic grant’ and just keep getting that 2008 article about that dumb cafeteria. I see how you can glue cut pieces of wood – or even burnt pieces of wood! – for beautiful acoustic panels and then my ADHD brain goes nuts. So I drink a little whiskey at night so I can sleep, and then when I wake up at 5 I am already thinking about acoustics and money and playgrounds and carts and grants.
Obsessing is hard.