Beware the Minotaur

There is a certain circle of Hell - after the river of Phlegethon, before shopping at Circuit City with Ellen Lin - in which a piano is forever being tuned.  The bending notes, the buzzing of interference beats, there's no escaping the onslaught.  It crossed my mind to hide in the bathtub under a blanket but I don't think I can get a very good wireless signal in there.  My dissertation begins with a quote by Murray Schafter: "We have no ear lids... We are condemned to listen."

Indeed.