<HTML style="FONT-SIZE: x-small; FONT-FAMILY: MS Sans Serif"><HEAD> <META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> <META content="MSHTML 6.00.2900.2722" name=GENERATOR> <STYLE></STYLE> </HEAD> <BODY bgColor=#ffffff> <DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3>Quentin (Sam Quentin? From California?) said: "I<FONT face=Arial size=2>sn't it sufficient to have "only" one tuning hammer??? </FONT><FONT face=Arial size=2>If it is necessary, we can change the tips, but why carrying more than one?</FONT></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3>Well, the answer to this is oblivious, but I'll try anyway:</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3>This is the problem that Einstein* wrastled with in his later years: The effect of a singularity in hammerness is not universal--at least not univeral in <STRONG>this</STRONG> universe. Specifically, generally speaking, my Uncle Max and Aunt Min, relatively speaking, and many odd sorts and even sports have examined this mummified unified uniform unicorn (why not?) theory of tuningness but found flaws related to the space-time continuum, that is to say, the space in your trunk and the time it takes to decide which one to carry or use and .... </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3>... shall I continuum or quittum while I'm behindum? Heap Ug. Anyway ...</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3>Even the aboriginal arboreal arbitrarily trivial tribe, the Jerkin Tuneans of the South Tunean Islands--who subsist largely on a diet of wrest plankton, hammerhead sharks (#2 tips, usually), bass bass ... which can be caught without trouble on a treble hook, left hook, right uppercut, wrong underwear, goggle-eyed naked-ladyfish-shaped artificial bait, that is to say, ensnared from their lair with lurid leering lures, disnested and bested by Artifice (Melvin's brother-in-law) and subterfuge (an undersea type of trefuge) but I digress somewhat ... </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3>... have never  come to grips with the oneness of multiplicity, the duality of the singular experience, the group singularity of multiple but plural onenessess, nor, finally, last and least of all, pant pant, thank goodness, the existential (whateverTHAT means) existence of exhaustive examinations of the proverbial but anti-adjectivial tuning lever question: Are two heads <EM>really </EM>better than one?</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3>Really now, I ask you. And since, technically, no two tuners know nor nary care nor ne'er concur (since it can't be answered), why not have three? Or four? Or more? Hammers Galore!</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3></FONT> </DIV> <DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3>Alan Barnard</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3>Hiding from a Mean Gulbransen Spinet in Salem, Missouri</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT size=3>*Clifford P. Einstein, Jr., a career custard cook and Hostess Ho-Ho filling inserter from Treestump, Arkanseen (just past Tense, and a hoot and a holler from South Succotash)</FONT></DIV></DIV></DIV> <DIV> </DIV></BODY></HTML>