So I'm reading Spaces Speak, Are You Listening? And discussions of aural space have got me wanting to visit a cathedral so I can inspect the architecture and experience the auditory effects firsthand. There's one right here in Seattle: St. James. They're doing a New Year's Eve concert. I wasn't going to bestir myself from the house on New Year's Eve - I hate being out and about on holidays - but this counts as work. I can hear how acoustics work in a building like this, enjoy some classical music in the bargain, and hopefully the place will be crowded enough that they won't realize a godless infidel's in their midst. I don't mind mixing it up with the religious, but conversion attempts are bloody annoying.
Actually, Catholics haven't proven much of a problem in that regard in the past. Most of my Catholic friends just give me a sunny smile when they discover I'm an atheist and move right on to other subjects. I figure if I get cornered by a priest, he'll be happy enough to talk about the building and the music that we won't be debating the existence of immortal souls and the damnation of same.
Thankfully, my short days as a Christian way back in high school mean I do not have to suffer the acoustics of poorly-sung insipid little hymns belted out in disharmony in a crappy-ass little prefab church. Been there, done that, ran away before they could sell me the t-shirt. I remember the agony all too well.
So that's where research is trying to drag me. I'm putting my foot down if research for writing ever demands a visit to Jesus Camp. We'll just go with the movie, thanks ever so much, as if that wouldn't be horrific enough.