I chose to spread my audible still life over two rooms of my apartment: my studio and the kitchen. In the studio I recorded the feedback between an electric guitar and an amplifier, along with the faint buzz of my laptop computer. Moving to the kitchen I placed the microphone on the window ledge pointing to the alley behind my apartment, capturing a clock, some crows, and my cat playing with a bell toy. I also placed the microphone behind the closed doors of my freezer and refrigerator. The resulting three-minute composition contains both processed and untreated versions of these examinations. To arrive at the title, I performed a series of Alta Vista Babelfish translations on the title of the project, “The Audible Still Life,” resulting in a four-page found poem. The site eventually spit out several terms, including “phye,” for which it could not retranslate.