one minute vaca-tion
Nearby the first finca I worked on in Spain there was a bull farm, and the sounds coming from there, (usually around feeding time and throughout the night,) were unreal. A cross between pig squeals, cow moans, and demons in a hollywood horror hell-pit; someone had to be branding them or castrating them or yanking at their nostril rings.
I wrote down in my everpresent pocket notebook that I wanted to record the noises. I've always wished I had a hand-held digital audio recorder, (maybe when the iPod has a built-in mic...) for audio-jotting thoughts, or noting a dream in the night, but then more than ever was there a sound I really wanted to capture.
It would've been a good submission for Quiet American's one minute vacation. "One-minute vacations are unedited recordings of somewhere, somewhen..."
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Oh my. That would be an aural prompt for vegetarianism, if I ever heard one. Just the thought of what was happening to them would have given me a stomach ache all the time.
I'll have to check out that one-minute vacation site. Sounds very interesting.
-- Kate S. (July 4, 2003 6:06 PM)