So according to one of those online writing sample analysis things, any time I write from a girl's perspective I abruptly shift genders. I'm not sure what to think of that.
So according to one of those online writing sample analysis things, any time I write from a girl's perspective I abruptly shift genders. I'm not sure what to think of that.
Obvious you should bother your neighbor for their clothes and shoes, to gain their perspective as your own.
I watched enough serial dramatizations to know this is actually scientifically founded ability humans have.
Also, sometimes I feel that society has gained morals faster than it has gained the ability to enforce those morals.
should it not be the right of people who have clear and intellectually founded morality systems to impose these morality systems onto others that display things that are objectively immoral to humans on a large-scale basis.
I.E. instead of practicing the moral behavior of simply letting a nation self-govern itself, we should invade with superior firepower(Like nuclear devices) and force ethical systems into place. (I don't mean this for all nations of course, just the ones that commit crimes against humanity like genocide) [I find it amusing that I can use the plural form of nation when discussing it in the context of genocide]
Of course I don't actually believe this would work on a long-term basis. but it certainly goes without saying that it reflects how I feel about the situation just a little bit.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
So according to one of those online writing sample analysis things, any time I write from a girl's perspective I abruptly shift genders. I'm not sure what to think of that.
I was not aware someone's gender could be determined through their writing...?
They already helped screw over UPN...if they move Fox to cable, not only will they piss off the cord-cutters, but think of all the stations they'll be screwing over again.
So according to one of those online writing sample analysis things, any time I write from a girl's perspective I abruptly shift genders. I'm not sure what to think of that.
I was not aware someone's gender could be determined through their writing...?
I meant that it claimed that the text samples that I gave it written from the perspective of female characters were almost certainly written by a female author, while the male POV samples I gave it pegged the writer as male.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Did they end up as Mark Twain? I remember someone else doing that.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Sorry to hear that, Tre. Anything in particular bothering you?
Well, I guess it's because my parents are disappointed in my grades, but in addition to that I've been mostly awake all day since last night because I'm readjusting my sleep schedule and both are starting to take their toll.
Hmm. Now that I'm using a more sophisticated one, the results are even more erratic. I think this one is moderately convinced that I am a British woman...
It's fine, I think I'll figure it out. Thanks, Sredni.
Basically, I'm in one of those "dug a hole" moments, where it seems like you've gotten yourself so far down you can't get out. And it's an academic, emotional and physical hole, all simultaneously at once because my holes are always concurrent.
I suppose all I need now is an academic/emotional/physical jetpack of some sort. I'm thinking getting that sleep I missed might help, but not now. It's only 6 pm where I'm at, I need a full night. A couple of hours from now might work.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Does anyone else get the impression that whenever there aren't any real crimes to solve, Slylock entertains himself by going around hassling people over petty bullshit?
Does anyone else get the impression that whenever there aren't any real crimes to solve, Slylock entertains himself by going around hassling people over petty bullshit?
This is the greatest calling of the amateur detective.
I've learned to tolerate drama...except on the boat
>If anything, broadcasters should embrace free television since viewers are removing cable and satellite from their homes in record numbers. His rhetoric is absurd.
Yeppers
I do love the comments about Chase Carey's mustache though
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
The worst possible transgression involving music is in its own unchecked plagiarism. Rap music somehow continues to operate under the pretense that it is actually a genre in its own right, and not someone else’s – where most songs are fabricated constructions of Pro-tools’ loop samples, or mosaics of songs written by other people, rarely is anything new actually generated, so much as stitched together and resold. Examples: Kanye West has sampled Daft Punk twice in songs he calls his own, and the song conspicuously titled ‘Opposite of Adults’ is a hack-up of the song ‘Kids’ by MGMT. For those who call these practices of a rap-prominent music community “exciting,” that’s just the thrill of a crime gotten away with. Kanye’s “King-Kong-Ain’t-Got-Nothin’-On-Me” attitude was recently challenged when he got sued for sampling the song ‘Different Strokes,’ which appeared on his collaboration with Jay-Z. Maybe that will polish his crown with a dab of modesty. Or maybe he’ll get drunk and interrupt another awards show. Learning nothing, after all, is his greatest skill.
Music is meant to inspire peace and a sense of community, as well as appeal to the emotions, but some music thrives on taking one emotion and running with it. The result – music-listeners who perpetuate their bitterness and rage through sycophantic music, rather than channeling it properly. The flip side of music feeding lowly desires is the use of music as a scapegoat for what negative feelings already exist. Prime example: after Columbine, Marilyn Manson became a sort of martyr for all unchecked teen aggression, especially the killing kind, even when it was evident the Trenchcoat Mafia was more influenced by violent first-person shooters like Doom and by the distinctly evil-sounding German shock-metal of Rammstein. The murder of John Lennon, in 1980, should be proof alone that human evil long preceded evil music.
Huey Lewis and the News burst out of San Francisco onto the national music scene at the beginning of the decade, with their self-titled rock-pop album released by Chrysalis, though they really didn’t come into their own, commercially or artistically, until their 1983 smash, Sports. Though their roots were visible (blues, Memphis soul, country) on Huey Lewis and the News they seemed a little too willing to cash in on the late seventies/early eighties taste for New Wave, and the album—though it’s still a smashing debut—seems a little too stark, too punk. Examples of this being the drumming on the first single, “Some of My Lies Are True (Sooner or Later),” and the fake handclaps on “Don’t Make Me Do It” as well as the organ on “Taking a Walk.” Even though it was a little bit strained, their peppy boy-wants-girl lyrics and the energy with which Lewis, as a lead singer, instilled all the songs were refreshing. Having a great lead guitarist like Chris Hayes (who also shares vocals) doesn’t hurt either. Hayes’ solos are as original and unrehearsed as any in rock. Yet the keyboardist, Sean Hopper, seemed too intent on playing the organ a little too mechanically (though his piano playing on the second half of the album gets better) and Bill Gibson’s drumming was too muted to have much impact. The songwriting also didn’t mature until much later, though many of the catchy songs had hints of longing and regret and dread (“Stop Trying” is just one example). Though the boys hail from San Francisco and they share some similarities with their Southern California counterparts, the Beach Boys (gorgeous harmonies, sophisticated vocalizing, beautiful melodies—they even posed with a surfboard on the cover of the debut album), they also carried with them some of the bleakness and nihilism of the (thankfully now forgotten) “punk rock” scene of Los Angeles at the time. Talk about your Angry Young Man!—listen to Huey on “Who Cares,” “Stop Trying,” “Don’t Even Tell Me That You Love Me,” “Trouble in Paradise” (the titles say it all). Huey hits his notes like an embittered survivor and the band often sounds as angry as performers like the Clash or Billy Joel or Blondie.Blondie. No one should forget that we have Elvis Costello to thank for discovering Huey in the first place. Huey played harmonica on Costello’s second record, the thin, vapid My Aim Was You. Lewis has some of Costello’s supposed bitterness, though Huey has a more bitter, cynical sense of humor. Elvis might think that intellectual wordplay is as important as having a good time and having one’s cynicism tempered by good spirits, but I wonder what he thinks about Lewis selling so many more records than he? Things looked up for Huey and the boys on the second album, 1982’s Picture This, which yielded two semihits, “Workin’ for a Living’” and “Do You Believe in Love,” and the fact that this coincided with the advent of video (there was one made for both songs) undoubtedly helped sales. The sound, though still tinged with New Wave trappings, seemed more roots-rock than the previous album, which might have something to do with the fact that Bob Clearmountain mixed the record or that Huey Lewis and the News took over the producing reins. Their songwriting grew more sophisticated and the group wasn’t afraid to quietly explore other genres—notably reggae (“Tell Her a Little Lie”) and ballads (“Hope You Love Me Like You Say” and “Is It Me?”). But for all its power-pop glory, the sound and the band seem, gratefully, less rebellious, less angry on this record (though the blue-collar bitterness of “Workin’ for a Livin’” seems like an outtake from the earlier album). They seem more concerned with personal relationships—four of the album’s ten songs have the word “love” in their title—rather than strutting around as young nihilists, and the mellow good-times feel of the record is a surprising, infectious change. The band is playing better than it last did and the Tower of Power horns give the record a more open, warmer sound. The album hits its peak with the back-to-back one-two punch of “Workin’ for a Livin’” and “Do You Believe in Love,” which is the best song on the album and is essentially about the singer asking a girl he’s met while “looking for someone to meet” if she “believes in love.” The fact that the song never resolves the question (we never find out what the girl says) gives it an added complexity that wasn’t apparent on the group’s debut. Also on “Do You Believe in Love” is a terrific sax solo by Johnny Colla (the guy gives Clarence Clemons a run for his money), who, like Chris Hayes on lead guitar and Sean Hopper on keyboards, has by now become an invaluable asset to the band (the sax solo on the ballad “Is It Me?” is even stronger). Huey’s voice sounds more searching, less raspy, yet plaintive, especially on “The Only One,” which is a touching song about what happens to our mentors and where they end up (Bill Gibson’s drumming is especially vital to this track). Though the album should have ended on that powerful note, it ends instead with “Buzz Buzz Buzz,” a throwaway blues number that doesn’t make much sense compared to what preceded it, but in its own joky way it amuses and the Tower of Power horns are in excellent form. There are no such mistakes made on the band’s third album and flawless masterpiece, Sports (Chrysalis). Every song has the potential to be a huge hit and most of them were. It made the band rock ’n’ roll icons. Gone totally is the bad-boy image, and a new frat-guy sweetness takes over (they even have the chance to say “ass” in one song and choose to bleep it instead). The whole album has a clear, crisp sound and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that gives the songs on the album a big boost. And the wacky, original videos made to sell the record (“Heart and Soul,” “The Heart of Rock ’n’ Roll,” “If This Is It,” “Bad Is Bad,” “I Want a New Drug”) made them superstars on MTV. Produced by the band, Sports opens with what will probably become their signature song, “The Heart of Rock ’n’ Roll,” a loving ode to rock ’n’ roll all over the United States. It’s followed by “Heart and Soul,” their first big single, which is a trademark Lewis song (though it’s written by outsiders Michael Chapman and Nicky Chinn) and the tune that firmly and forever established them as the premier rock band in the country for the 1980s. If the lyrics aren’t quite up to par with other songs, most of them are more than serviceable and the whole thing is a jaunty enterprise about what a mistake one-night stands are (a message the earlier, rowdier Huey would never have made). “Bad Is Bad,” written solely by Lewis, is the bluesiest song the band had recorded up to this point and Mario Cipollina’s bass playing gets to shine on it, but it’s really Huey’s harmonica solos that give it an edge. “I Want a New Drug,” with its killer guitar riff (courtesy of Chris Hayes), is the album’s centerpiece—not only is it the greatest antidrug song ever written, it’s also a personal statement about how the band has grown up, shucked off their bad-boy image and learned to become more adult. Hayes’ solo on it is incredible and the drum machine used, but not credited, gives not only “I Want a New Drug” but most of the album a more consistent backbeat than any of the previous albums—even though Bill Gibson is still a welcome presence.
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I watched enough serial dramatizations to know this is actually scientifically founded ability humans have.
should it not be the right of people who have clear and intellectually founded morality systems to impose these morality systems onto others that display things that are objectively immoral to humans on a large-scale basis.
I.E. instead of practicing the moral behavior of simply letting a nation self-govern itself, we should invade with superior firepower(Like nuclear devices) and force ethical systems into place. (I don't mean this for all nations of course, just the ones that commit crimes against humanity like genocide) [I find it amusing that I can use the plural form of nation when discussing it in the context of genocide]
Of course I don't actually believe this would work on a long-term basis. but it certainly goes without saying that it reflects how I feel about the situation just a little bit.
hi ho, hi ho, off to work I go
those things are weird.
Remember the "which writer do you write like one"? I plugged a bunch of rap lyrics into it once, that was fun.
i put my work in and got james joyce
i put actual james joyce in and got stephenie meyer
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Basically, I'm in one of those "dug a hole" moments, where it seems like you've gotten yourself so far down you can't get out. And it's an academic, emotional and physical hole, all simultaneously at once because my holes are always concurrent.
I suppose all I need now is an academic/emotional/physical jetpack of some sort. I'm thinking getting that sleep I missed might help, but not now. It's only 6 pm where I'm at, I need a full night. A couple of hours from now might work.
just had a facebook ad for a band who describe themselves as
'soundscape rock'
the fuck?
Just look at Encyclopedia Brown!
>complains about sampling
>complains about sampling Daft Punk
?????