Also I'm back from the job fair. I think I did well in terms of impressing people but I have to get a bunch of forms filled out by the state to prove I'm not a sex offender.
Well, it's more that I used to hear things second-hand about that sequence, that it was a metaphor for the Second Coming or some bullshit like that, and that part of me kind of wishes Kubrick had made things a tad less weird so that people would stop with that because I'm pretty sure people were trying to scare me.
That said, it's an excellent sequence, and you can see its influence all over the place.
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
Well, it's more that I used to hear things second-hand about that sequence, that it was a metaphor for the Second Coming or some bullshit like that, and that part of me kind of wishes Kubrick had made things a tad less weird so that people would stop with that because I'm pretty sure people were trying to scare me.
That said, it's an excellent sequence, and you can see its influence all over the place.
if you dont know how to make those, go into the piano roll there's a chord tool in the options, you can pick a chord and put it into the piano roll like you would a single note
if you dont know how to make those, go into the piano roll there's a chord tool in the options, you can pick a chord and put it into the piano roll like you would a single note
Art’s possibilities for combination are not infinite, but they tend to be appalling. The Greeks begot the chimera, monster with the head of a lion, with the head of a dragon, with the head of a goat; the theologians of the second century, the Trinity, in which the Father, the Son and the Spirit are inextricably joined; the Chinese zoologists the ti-yiang, supernatural auburn bird with six feet and four wings, but no face or eyes; the geometricians of the twentieth century the hypercube, a four dimensional figure that encloses an infinite number of cubes and is bordered by eight cubes and twenty-four squares. Hollywood had just enriched this inane teratological museum; by means of a malign artifice called dubbing, they propose monsters which combine the illustrious features of Greta Garbo with the voice of Aldonza Lorenzo. Why not publish our admiration for this distressing wonder, for these industrious phonetic-visual anomalies?
Those who defend dubbing reason (maybe) that the objections that are made to it can also be made to any other example of translation. This argument is ignorant of, or ignores, a central defect: the arbitrary insertion of another voice and another language. The voices of Hepburn or of Garbo are not contingent; they are, for the world, one of the attributes which define them. It should also be remembered that the mimicry of English is not that of Spanish. [1]
I hear that dubbing is appreciated in the provinces. It’s a simple case of authority; as long as the syllogisms of the connoisseurs of Chilecito or Chivilcoy [2] are not published, I, for one, will not be intimidated. I also hear that dubbing is delightful, or tolerable, for those who do not know English. My knowledge of English is less perfect that my ignorance of Russian; despite which I do not resign myself to viewing Alexander Nevsky in a language other than the original – and I would see it with fervor for the ninth or tenth time if were offered in the original version, or in one I believed to be the original. This last point is important; worse than dubbing, worse than the substitution dubbing involves, is the general awareness of a substitution, of trickery.
There is no supporter of dubbing who doesn’t finally evoke predestination and determinism. They swear that this expedient is the fruit of an implacable evolution and that soon we will be able to choose between watching dubbed films or not watching films. Given the universal decadence of movies (with nary a solitary exception such as The Mask of Demitrius) the latter alternative is not that painful. Recent unholy messes – I’m thinking of The Diary of a Nazi, from Moscow, or The History of Doctor Wassell, from Hollywood – impels us to regard it as a kind of negative paradise. Sight-seeing is the art of disappointment Stevenson noted; this definition is suitable for the cinema and, with sad frequency, for the continuously unavoidable exercise called living.
[1] More than one moviegoer will wonder: Given that there is already usurpation of voices, ¿why not also of figures? When will we see Juana González in the role of Greta Garbo, in the role of Queen Christina of Sweden?
General update on my dad's job/my family's financial situation: My dad was officially fired Wednesday, since he appealed his firing when it happened, but he's got a job interview lined up and I've manged to get a job working at Publix, so even if he doesn't get a job I can help my family pay bills until Dad can start taking Social Security in June. So money is still really tight, but we don't have to worry about losing the house or anything like that.
John Galt's speech is 33000 words long. Rand states that the speech is 3 hours long. To achieve this feat, Mr Galt is required to have been speaking at a consistent 184 WPM, without breaks, over the course of 3 hours. QED, John Galt is a robot.
John Galt's speech is 33000 words long. Rand states that the speech is 3 hours long. To achieve this feat, Mr Galt is required to have been speaking at a consistent 184 WPM, without breaks, over the course of 3 hours. QED, John Galt is a robot.
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I actively choose to assume that this tweet is about anime.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
if you dont know how to make those, go into the piano roll there's a chord tool in the options, you can pick a chord and put it into the piano roll like you would a single note
try a "maj7"
at dawn
Anyhow, I accept GMH's challenge.
that said, what is his opinion of flat chests
He never said anything about flat chests, to my knowledge. Actually there is a distinct lack of sexuality in his work.
hunter
hunger
...
I think I am in love.
Things I have: the smoothest legs I've ever felt, a pleasant mango-sage scent lingering about me.
Things I do NOT have: even a little skin irritation (!!!!)
Ayn Rand is probably a robot.