Sounds like a house: interpreted

Please listen to Side A of the tape marked "Morning" before reading my interpretation of the sound recording, if you're feeling patient, or you can read it concurrently if not. I suggest doing this while doing something else, as it's monotonous. Who knew the sounds of a house were so monotonous?





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The alarm goes off. I hit the snooze button. I think the rustling is me getting out of bed. The clunk is me putting something down. Then I brush my teeth with the electric tooth brush. My alarm goes off again and I walk back to turn it off and go back to the bathroom. I rinse and spit. I can't interpret the next few sounds. It sounds like I'm taking things apart and putting them down, but I can't be sure. I return to my room and flip through notes and books and type furiously on the computer for the next few moments. I can faintly hear the hum of my computer as it protests all the programs and windows I have open. There are obvious silences when I am reading and then the loud clatter of the keyboard when I am typing. I clear my throat. There's rustling again. Maybe I'm getting up. It sounds like I'm moving things around, but that could also be reading. No, now I'm sure I'm still in the room reading because I can hear the rustle of a page being turned now and then. Somehow I missed the sounds of myself going down the stairs. The clatter indicates that I'm in the kitchen now. The rustling noise must have been myself opening up the package of bacon. The loud roaring over top of everything is the stove fan. The clatter of pans is the sound of me retrieving a frying pan from beneath the sink and putting it on the electric element. The sound of the fan pretty much drowns out all the other noises. I know that there should be the sizzling of bacon, but I can't hear it. I turn on the television and turn up the volume so that it is louder than the fan. This is very loud because the television is in the living room, not the kitchen. Wedding Crashers is playing on television. When I return to the kitchen, though, the fan still manages to drown out the television. There is an excess of noise. While the bacon is cooking, presumably, I walk over to the television to watch a little television. You can hear the movie. When I walk back, the fan takes over again. I just realized that I have not yet spoken this morning. More clatter must mean I am pulling out a plate or another pan. But I can't tell. I close a cabinet or the fridge door. Now I can tell that I grabbed a plate from the sound of the ceramic scraping against itself. The fan takes over again when I go near the stove. I hear the clatter of metal on a plate. There is a noise that sounds like cutting or chewing, but I can't tell which it is. It might also be the sound of me spreading butter on toasted bread. That would make sense of the clatter of metal on a plate. I return to the television briefly once more. The sound of the fan continues for a very long time. I finally hear a different sound--the rustling of paper again. I must be disposing of the wrapping for the bacon. I return to the television briefly once more. When I walk back to the kitchen, it seems even louder. I must be standing right near the stove for a little while. I repeat the movement between the living room and the kitchen. I am near the sound of the television for a long time. It seems clearer, so I can only assume that I have turned off the fan and finished cooking bacon, and am now eating. The television sounds continue for a long time.