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Sunday, December 29, 2013

Fixing the buzz in my M-Audio AV-40 speakers

A couple of nights ago, I woke to the sound of my UPS going "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE." I stumbled out of bed, shut down my computer, hit the reset button on the UPS, and went back to sleep. The next morning, I discovered evidence of gremlins. My computer was being weird instead of booting up ("whirrrrr ... whirrrrr ... whirrrr"), which was solved by a tip from Matt: unplug all the USB devices. I don't really understand the bug, but the fix worked. (Maybe I should have fewer than eleventy billion USB devices connected to my computer at all times? Nah.)

To my dismay, a secondary problem presented itself: my speakers were buzzing. They continued to buzz after switching them off and on again, removing the input, plugging them into another outlet, and smacking them around a few times. A quick Google pointed to a solution: replace four stupid bulging piece-of-shit capacitors.


How annoying. Lucky for me, I am really good at soldering. No, really, it's my superpower. Things I enjoy soldering include copper plumbing pipe and Theremins.

Here are the replacement capacitors, purchased from Mouser Electronics, which is a pretty great website where I could probably get very lost if I were a soldering Ph.D.:


I am kind of quirky when it comes to my soldering talent. I like to solder on the floor, and my favorite soldering iron is a desoldering iron, which I use to both desolder and solder. That little puff bladder gives me more control.


Here are some progress shots.


Matt's action shot. I can't take my own pictures of myself soldering because it requires both hands and sometimes my mouth.


The dumb capacitors have been desoldered, and I am inserting the new capacitors into the vacated holes.


Snipping the leads.


Applying the deadly flux.

When I built my Theremin, I gave myself a mild case of flux poisoning, so these days I am careful to breathe in as little of the delicious flux smoke as possible.

And hey, look at that, I fixed them. No more buzz. I've also headed off the possibility of any one of these capacitors randomly exploding and barfing all over the circuit board, ruining everything. That happens sometimes. Just ask Matt, who lost his AV-30s to exploding capacitors.

Sunday, December 08, 2013

Fonty font font

Matt has been very hard at work coding the back end (hurr hurr) of my new website, which will hooooopefully be all up and running soon. I'm going to be able to control database information SO much more easily than before (was using phpMyAdmin, blecch). The coolest thing about the front end is that the navigation for my compositions is going to kick arse, and each composition page will have a lot more information. The whole site will also be more streamlined and navigable, and the color scheme matches my physical office (as on this blog). That last part doesn't really affect you, but it makes sense to me, because I'm bored of the vanilla white and light grey thing.

One of the details I am wrestling with today is my go-to font for titles, which I also use for what I call the "Mormolyke Press stamp":


I originally picked it years ago without looking at the font's name, which turned out to be "Arabic Typesetting." Wait a minute ... does that mean..? Yes, it does: it's actually an Arabic font that happens to have Latin letters. It also ships with Windows, so I have no idea if Macs have anything similar. No matter, I figured; I only use it on stationery and header images, not as a web font.

During this website overhaul, however, I started looking into it a little more closely; is there a similar (Latin-specific) font? It looks a little like Garamond or (more closely) Iowan Old Style, but my favorite thing about Arabic Typesetting is the proportions, and those fonts looks all fat and dopey by comparison. It turns out that, according to the Microsoft page about the font:
[t]he Arabic glyphs are accompanied by Latin letters designed to achieve a balance of color, weight and proportion between the two scripts. Typically, the trend in co-ordinating Arabic and Latin types has been to unhappily force the Arabic to match the proportions of the Latin. In this font, lik [sic]
Annoyingly, the description cuts off there, and I can't find the rest of it anywhere. But I guess the conclusion I can draw is that the proportions of "Naskh-style" Arabic script are very pretty to me, and I want a Latin Roman type that mirrors them. This is tricky, and I am fussy.

Anyhow, back to it.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Signed X-Files Comic SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I had kind of a comics-themed morning*. I signed off my last post with "LOVE AND ROCKETS," which pinged tangentially into a twitter conversation with Monster Magnet (I know, right!!?), whom I ended up twit-troducing to Darryl Cunningham, who recently completed a really great comic about Ayn Rand.

Anyway, on the topic of comics, I have some pretty rad friends. Like our Official Photographer, Kendall Whitehouse (involved in above conversation).

From his blog post San Diego Comic-Con 2013: Recap and Photo Highlights:  
To get a few photos of Gillian Anderson for my friend composer Melissa Dunphy, I camped out for the X-Files signing  in the IDW booth with Anderson, series creator Chris Carter, actor Dean Haglund, comic book writer Joe Harris, and illustrator Joe Corroney.
Yeah, that's right, he got me a signed copy of the new X-Files comic book because he knows I'm an X-Files freak. Like I said, I have some rad friends.

Here are photos of his procurement from his set X-Files: San Diego Comic-Con 2013:

San Diego Comic-Con 2013: Gillian Anderson


San Diego Comic-Con 2013: Dean Haglund


San Diego Comic-Con 2013: Chris Carter


SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I wish Gillian Anderson were my best friend. I have a feeling that if I met her, I would get nervous and behave like an awkward loser with the IQ of a fish and she'd do everything in her power to get away from me as fast as possible, but I still wish it.

And here's the end result!



I started reading the issue a couple of weeks ago, and had to put it down after the first page because I got too excited. Is that weird? Probably. I just knew I needed a quieter headspace to enjoy it, because as soon as I opened it, I started hearing all of Scully's dialogue in Scully's voice and it was TOO MUCH. Yes, I am aware there might be something wrong with me. I finally picked it up again today and felt pretty silly; I forgot how terribly short issues of comic books are because I'm used to graphic novels. My appetite whetted, I'll put "Season 10" on a backburner next to Game of Thrones; that is, I'll wait till the whole thing is finished and available, and consume it all at once. I suck at things that are serialized.



*I am not a comic book nerd, but I sure seem to know a lot of comic book nerds. Some fairly hardcore ones, too. I appreciate (some) comics, and I sort of hate that I'm clueless, but I understand the time commitment it would take to become ... clued? clueful? and I know I don't have that kind of time or brain space. There should be a word for people in this position. Cultural associate, or something.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Space Tourists: Collecting the whole Saturn V set

A week ago, Matt and I returned from nearly two weeks of traveling in a mini Roadtrop that took us to the Mountain Oasis Festival in Asheville and the Voodoo Music Festival in our love haunt, New Orleans. We hung out with some old friends from the NINternet and met a few new friends, and generally had a marvelous time, as evidenced by the photos in these slideshows:

Asheville:



New Orleans and back again:



But perhaps the most important part of the trip was the completion of our quest to see all of the publicly viewable Saturn V displays. Because SPACE ROCKETS ARE AWESOME. If you were following our Roadtrop last year, you'd know that we already visited Kennedy Space Center and Houston's Johnson Space Center (and Stennis Space Center), so most of the work was done. All that was left was for us to drop in on Space Camp in Huntsville, Alabama, and for us to seek out the out-of-the-way Michoud Assembly Facility in New Orleans while we were down there.

Incidentally, I am a proud Space Academy Level II 1994 alum:


Not pictured: my very first ever "boyfriend," Mark from Michigan, with whom I awkwardly made out for a week. (Apparently I have always been attracted to the American Nerd.)

 Anyway, back to the Saturn V's.

Here is the list of Saturn V displays from the wikipedia entry, along with our proof of visitation:

Saturn V displays

  • SA-500D is on horizontal display made up of S-IC-D, S-II-F/D and S-IVB-D. These were all test stages not meant for flight. This vehicle was displayed outdoors from 1969 to 2007, was restored, and is now displayed in the Davidson Center for Space Exploration.
  • Vertical display (replica) built in 1999 located in an adjacent area.
Saturn V at Space Camp  Saturn V at Space Camp

Saturn V at Space Camp   Saturn V at Space Camp
  • One at the Johnson Space Center made up of first stage from SA-514, the second stage from SA-515 and the third stage from SA-513 (replaced for flight by the Skylab workshop). With stages arriving between 1977 and 1979, this was displayed in the open until its 2005 restoration when a structure was built around it for protection. This is the only display Saturn consisting entirely of stages intended to be launched.
Houston Johnson Space Center: Saturn V   Houston Johnson Space Center: Matt and the Saturn V
  • One at the Kennedy Space Center Visitor Complex made up of S-IC-T (test stage) and the second and third stages from SA-514. It was displayed outdoors for decades, then in 1996 was enclosed for protection from the elements in the Apollo/Saturn V Center.
Kennedy Space Center: Matt with the Saturn V  
Saturn V outside Michoud Assembly Facility  Saturn V outside Michoud Assembly Facility
OK, here's the thing: we TOTALLY went to the NASM for our anniversary in 2012, but ... we forgot to take photos with the Saturn V. I KNOW. What is wrong with us? I guess we'll have to go again. But here are pictures of us at the damn NASM, and I'm wearing my TARDIS dress, does that count?


  • A possible object to be displayed is a flown F-1 (rocket engine), which was lifted from a depth of 4.000 meter (12.000 feet) in the Atlantic Ocean during a 2013 expedition by Jeff Bezos,which has been confirmed as F-1 engine number F-6044, the center engine in the SA-506 rocket which lifted Apollo 11.
I don't know why this is included in the wiki. It's just an F-1. So let me instead include this picture of us with an F-1 at the Stennis Space Center:

Stennis Space Center: Saturn V F-1 engine

Stennis Space Center: Saturn V F-1 engine

Anyway, point is, DONE.

LOVE AND ROCKETS.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Tenth Anniversary recap! AUSTRALIAN SURPRISE!

On September 7 (yes I know it was over two months ago, shut up, I've been busy), Matt and I celebrated our tenth anniversary.

Tenth.

We have been married for ten years (and two months, and two days).

Usually the first reaction we get when we tell people how long we've been married is incredulity, because we apparently don't look old enough to have been married for ten years. And it's true, we were basically little tiny babies when we got married. I mean, look at us:

We're wearing matching wedding diapers
The story of how we met and married is kind of epic, but the very, very short version is that we began corresponding over a love of Nine Inch Nails back in August 2000, and we met and fell in love when I came to the USA on vacation in April 2002 (for a recap of the tenth anniversary of that vacation, including goofy pictures, see this blog post). In December of that year, Matt came to Australia to meet my clinically insane family and propose to me, and in June 2003, I moved to the USA on a K-1 fiancee visa. Technically, when I slipped that engagement ring on my finger on New Year's Eve, we had been in each other's company, face to face, for a total of three weeks. A lot of people thought we were nuts to take the plunge, but we thought we'd be nuts not to do it. And here we are, still in love and having adventures, more than a decade later.

As I mentioned in a previous post, for our anniversary, we threw at party at PhilaMOCA for our friends, and played an Up Your Cherry gig with Jess Lennick guesting on bass, and Jamie Keagy from Slow Andy and Chris Braak contributing some guest vocals.

That was the plan. But as it turned out, a whoooole other subplot was unveiled that wasn't in the script. While we were setting up the space that afternoon, Matt got a phone call from his dad, who wanted to vet a couple of people with whom he had been corresponding for some time. "Matt, I've been talking with these Australians who claim to be friends of Melissa. They're planning on showing up tonight, and I just wanted to check with you that you do know them ... Jason? And a ... Linda Chesterton?"
"LUCY!? JASON AND LUCY ARE HERE!?"
"Don't tell Mel."

Jason and Lucy are my best friends in the whole world. We have a history that I can't even begin to describe, but it's long, and intense, and amazing. I hadn't seen Jason since he came to visit us five years ago, and I hadn't seen Lucy since I was last in Sydney in 2006. Of course, I'd sent them facebook invites to the anniversary party, because, well, I wanted to include them, but it was a wishful thought; I never dreamed they'd be able to attend. That's at least 20 hours of travel both ways, and thousands of dollars. Neither of them had been able to make it to our wedding back in 2002, and that was completely understandable to me.

But back to the linear version of events. Two of the first people to walk through the door at PhilaMOCA were my friends Julie and Meiling. This was unexpected. Back in 1998, Julie and Meiling had been Texan exchange students at the University of New South Wales, and they lived in share housing with Jason and me; Matt and I had stayed with Julie in Dallas on our Roadtrop last year, but I hadn't seen Meiling since she left Sydney (she now lives in Colorado). Needless to say, I was surprised:

Julie on the left, Meiling on the right. Photo by FIL Bill.
What were they doing here!? They hadn't even RSVP'ed! They were supposed to be in other states! This is very, very strange!! I hugged them, dumbfounded.
"Come outside, Melissa. We have a present for you." They took me by the arm and led me toward the street.

Why are we going outside to see a present? Did they buy me a car? But that's ridiculous. A car would be too expensive. And I don't need or want a car. We have two very nice cars, and I like them very much. Seriously, no car you could get us would be better than our cars. Such was the nature of my deep confusion.

I stepped onto the sidewalk and immediately my brain broke as I saw Jason and Lucy waiting to greet me.

Photo by Bill

Jason has a sound recording of the moment, and when I recovered my voice, all I could say, over and over, for minutes on end as we hugged and cried, was "What is going on!? What the fuck is going on!?"

Photo by Bill

Photo by Melissa Nicholson
In the aftershock of this moment, Jason pulled me aside to let me know that the surprises were still coming; unbeknownst to Lucy, her boyfriend (also named Matt) was flying to New York, where he planned to propose to her on Sunday. We had to figure out a way to get her to Central Park to rendezvous with him and a gospel choir. Shhhhh.

(This really happened. Skip to the end of this video to see.)

The only way I could mentally continue with the planned evening's events was to get extremely drunk. I'm actually pretty glad that nobody got a good recording of the Up Your Cherry Show; the few videos I've seen demonstrate that when I sing drunk, you can very much tell that I am drunk. Drunkenness affects the inner ear, and also the part of the ear that governs how intonation works. So embarrassing! But fun, as the pictures demonstrate.


Our official photographer Kendall Whitehouse was on hand -- here' a slideshow of his rockstar photos:



Also in attendance: amazeballs photographer Kyle Cassidy! Here are a few of the photos he snapped:



Here's one of my favorite shots of the night, taken by Matt's work colleague Art Noir, from our finale performance "I Lost My Heart to a Starship Trooper":

https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=pcb.423184341119201
Photo by Art Noir

Things left behind: we received some really cool gifts, including lots of fun art, and some terrific entries on the "guestbook" we set up near the entrance:


Up Your Cherry: Matt & Mel's 10th Anniversary Party

The steadily more drunken offerings were typed on silk which I'll eventually get around to framing or making into cushion covers or something, and included OMG an allosaurus drawing by Bob Walters:








And the next day:



I love everyone. The end.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Asimov's Science Fiction!

Look at me, I got depressed again and blogging went by the wayside. In the months since my last blog, I have switched to a different antidepressant, and a lot of cool stuff has happened, particularly recently, but it's all a bit overwhelming, so I'm going to write about something small.

Back in July, an acquaintance of mine who just happens to be the amazing science fiction writer Tom Purdom had a story published in Asimov's Science Fiction. This led me to ask myself the question: why in heaven's name don't I subscribe to Asimov's Science Fiction‽ If ever a question was worthy of an interrobang, surely that one qualifies.

I bought a subscription, and my first one arrived today. HELLO topical cover story!!

Also, I was really happy when I opened the issue to the credits page and saw that Asimov's is basically run by women at the moment:

Yes!

I don't allow myself much time for pleasure reading while my dissertation remains unfinished (ugh, more about that at a future date), but this, and future issues, will now be on top of the pile.

Thursday, July 04, 2013

This week in America

[Sorry about the in-construction mess -- I'm waiting for Matt to implement my redesign of my whole website before I finish tweaking this blog template.]

This week, I noticed for the first time the foyer noticeboard display at my university's counseling and psychological services office. The wall around the noticeboard is decorated with flags from around the world, each printed with a phrase in the language of that country.

On the American flag, it says "Welcome."

On the British flag, it says "Welcome."

On the Australian flag, it says "Cooee cobber."

Cooee cobber.

COOEE COBBER.

I asked my therapist if there is an Australian on staff (there isn't) before I explained to her how hilariously ridiculous this is, because the thought had occurred to me that it was an insider illywhacker coming the raw prawn.

COOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEE, cobber! 'Ave a rippa Fourth of July with all your fair dinkum blokes and sheilas! Throw a shrimp on the barbie! Drink Fosters till you're pissed as a newt! Hooroo!

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Link to composition news! Plus ... more avian Ink...?

I just sent out another edition of my e-mail blast, which has lots of lovely news in it, particularly recording news. You can read it here (and by the way, for the moment, you can subscribe to it here):


But for convenience's sake, here are some of the audiovisual elements:






Take note: Together is being performed TONIGHT at 8PM in Newport Beach, California, at the Choral Arts Initiative inaugural concert: details here.

You should also all go read this issue of Sound American, because I'm quite proud of having been interviewed, given the company I'm in.

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On a completely different topic: they say tattoos are addictive.

Yeeeeaaah, maybe.

Last year, I got this done by Cindy at No Ka Oi Tiki Tattoo just south of South Street (I'm in her gallery too!):


You can read all about the significance of the image in these blog posts, but the short of it is that these are noisy miner birds as depicted in John Gould's The Birds of Australia. I've been thinking about getting something on my right upper arm for a while. I wasn't really sure what I wanted, or even if it would be similarly ornithological, but while doing some idle browsing on the topic of Gould this week, I came across some interesting information.

Edward Lear — yes, he of "Owl and the Pussycat" fame, though my favorite of his poems is "The Dong with a Luminous Nose" — was once an ornithological illustrator. In fact, John Gould employed Lear (without crediting him) for many years to help him with his publications, and Lear taught Gould's wife how to make the lithographs for Gould's works, and drew all of the backgrounds. Lear's own ornithological specialty was parrots; he would spend hours at the London Zoo's Parrot House drawing birds from life, including several Australian species. I sought out his lithographs, and I think they are breathtaking. Frankly, he is a far better artist than Gould or his wife. Here is a selection from his own book The Parrots, but this one is my favorite, which was included in The Natural History of Parrots by Prideaux John Selby (1836):


(I've cleaned up the colors and altered some of the background.)

When I was growing up in Queensland, one of my favorite zoo-type places to go was Currumbin Sanctuary, whose main draw is scheduled rainbow lorikeet feedings that attract hundreds and hundreds of birds, all happy to land on your head and shoulders for a taste of nectar. Later, in Sydney, I lived for a drunken period with far too many college friends in a two-bedroom third-storey apartment with a balcony. Every morning just after dawn, huge flocks of rainbow lorikeets would crowd the railing of our balcony and screech like it was judgement day. It was deafening. I still cringe to remember the effect on my poor hungover head. As much as I swore and threw objects in their direction at the time, I've missed them. The closest thing to such a striking bird here in Philadelphia is the cardinal, and they don't have nearly as much personality.

When Matt and I visited Australia again in 2006, I took him to Taronga Zoo, where the wild lorikeets are so tame they will perch on your hand at the cafe and go for packets of sugar.


They are so numerous and destructive in Australia that they've been designated a pest by the government (similar to the noisy miner — apparently I have a cheeky soft spot for native Australian birds that do the opposite of become extinct after urbanization). Despite this, I was shocked when I came to America and saw two rainbow lorikeets in a pet store in Central PA. They looked utterly miserable, huddled in a corner of their cage with dull feathers. It didn't seem right.

Anyway, I'll let the idea sit for a few weeks at least before I decide.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Marital bliss

(Yeah, I didn't blog for a few weeks, and now all the bloggable items in my head are stacked up in overflowing piles like the contents of a hoarder's house. I have some composition-related news stuff, but I'll save that for another day.)

Last year, to celebrate the tenth anniversary of falling in love, Matt and I went back to New Orleans and recreated a bunch of our goofy snapshots from 2002.
I have been married to my incredible, amazing husband Matt for nearly ten years. Ten yeeeeears. Good god. He ought to get a medal. Recent planning of our anniversary celebration has reminded me just how unusual our situation is among our peers, many of whom are only getting married now, a decade behind us. We, on the other hand, were more or less children; when I hear about people in their early twenties getting engaged, my first reaction is always, "That's so young!" before I realize that we were only 23 when we took the plunge. ["You Know What Turns an Unstable Relationship into a Stable One? Not a Wedding Ring."] It was different for us, though. We had to get married just to give our relationship a chance because we lived on different continents. Before I met Matt, acquiring a husband was never a priority. I was even slightly averse to marriage as an unnecessary institution. Matt and I still laugh to remember our attitude when we got engaged: Honey, I love you so much, I will even marry you if that's what it takes. But against all the odds and no doubt many expectations, our relationship, sealed by wedding vows, has been and still is the most wonderful thing ever, and the most important thing in my life; together we have gone on the coolest adventures, worked on insane projects, weathered disastrous emotional crises, grown closer and grown up (and we continue to grow), and never stopped being best friends. It sounds wretched cheesy when I type it out, but it's true.

We also haven't had kids, and neither of us are really looking to have any in the near future, which is another thing that sets us apart from most people we know. This has been on my mind lately too — ten years ago, when I similarly felt no maternal urges, I figured that if I were ever to change my mind, it would be around now. I check myself ever other week, wondering if the desire to procreate is down there somewhere, hiding under my guilt for avoiding the cat litter perhaps, but I can see no sign of it. I'm happy with my life. I'm working through an annoying depression that has hung around for a few years, but my external life is terrific. I feel no need to change it by introducing a child into it, and I don't think a child would improve it. And I like kids. I really do. What can I say? Jesus suffered the little children, and he didn't have kids either.

Mmmmmm. Cake.
Anyway, for our tin anniversary in September, we're throwing a big party and playing some live music as Up Your Cherry for our friends and family. There will be some guest stars too — Jess Lennick and I are possibly pairing up to present an Ayn-themed duo, Inverse Phase might be spinning some tracks, Jordan Smith of Tears for Agnes might be flying in from Japan, and Matt's been jamming with a few of his friends from work who may or may not be ready to play out by then. So far we've decided to hold it at PhilaMOCA, which is right down the road from our house, and we're thinking of asking our favorite neighborhood restaurant Honey's Sit 'n Eat if they'll provide catering (so local! hipsters++!). I also need to find a good cake source. Can't have an anniversary party without cake. For our wedding, we did multiple cheesecakes: plain, white chocolate, strawberry, and Snickers. It may have been the best part of the day.

I'm really excited about all this because planning fun things with Matt is, well, fun, and it gives us (me, mostly) a reason to devote a bunch of time to writing and rehearsing Up Your Cherry songs too. It's difficult right now for me to set aside time for UYC because I have the pressure and weight of an unfinished dissertation opera forcing itself downward on my mind and forming some pretty gnarly guilt diamonds.

Another handy spousal nice-time distraction from the opera is the redesign of my website(s), which I'm pushing forward from later this summer because some horrid evil scripty nonsense has somehow been injected into various pages of my current site(s), and it's easier to nuke it all from orbit now than clean it up knowing that I'd soon be changing everything anyway. I bounced some ideas off Matt this past weekend, and I'm excited about the new format I want. This week I'm going to do some freeform design brainstorming on my own (it's actually more like scrapbooking) and hopefully come up with some mockups in Photoshop for Matt to begin to implement. I'm so grateful he's not only very able, but apparently willing, even though this is technically work for him. Every time I come back to website coding after a hiatus, I am a cross-eyed idiot, and it takes forever to get my bearings. I used to make a point of relearning everything I'd forgotten and being extremely hands-on in the implementation process, but I've realized that's just me being a stupid control freak and having a chip on my shoulder about needing to know how to do everything for myself. If I never delegate, NOBODY CAN BE BETTER THAN ME AT ANYTHING EVER!!111! LETTING OTHER PEOPLE DO THINGS FOR ME IS EVIDENCE OF INCOMPETENCE!!11!!!!!11!!!! Thanks for that value, Mum, real helpful.

Last thing: a couple of weeks ago, Matt and I headed west to our old stomping region, Central PA, to attend the premiere of No Sanctuary, a fun film project I acted in back in 2005. Jake Stetler, the film's director, has been editing together the film whenever he's had the opportunity over the past eight years, and he was proud to be able to show it to an audience of friends and family at Ephrata's Main Theater. Our friend Kendall Whitehouse showed up as paparazzo:
 
No Sanctuary: Jake StetlerNo SanctuaryNo SanctuaryNo Sanctuary: Jake StetlerNo Sanctuary: Jake StetlerNo Sanctuary: August and Jake Stetler
No Sanctuary: August, Jake, and Kaden StetlerNo Sanctuary: Jake StetlerNo Sanctuary: Jake StetlerNo Sanctuary: Jake StetlerNo Sanctuary: Michael Shoupe and Katy StettenbauerNo Sanctuary: Melissa Dunphy and Katy Stettenbauer
No Sanctuary: AJ Ensminger and Katy StettenbauerNo Sanctuary: Fred Waters Jr. and Katy StettenbauerNo Sanctuary: Sarah Treusdell and Katy StettenbauerNo Sanctuary: Joseph Salaki Jr. and Katy StettenbauerNo Sanctuary: Jake Stetler and Gail StetlerNo Sanctuary: Stan Roache III and Katy Stettenbauer
No Sanctuary: Larry Snyder and Katy StettenbauerNo Sanctuary: Kelly Stettenbauer and Katy StettenbauerNo Sanctuary: Kyle Kreider and Katy StettenbauerNo Sanctuary: Brandon Ehrhart and Katy StettenbauerNo Sanctuary: Katy Stettenbauer and Dan FisselNo Sanctuary: Kevin Sharp and Katy Stettenbauer
Via Flickr: Cast, crew, and investors attend the premiere screening of Jake Stetler’s No Sanctuary 
at the Main Theater in Ephrata, PA on May 24, 2013.