Also, I totally have "Breakin'...There's No Stopping Us" in my head now, a nice positive track that also happens to remind me of the Shenandoah Valley for various reasons. It's certainly better than "Live Happy" by C+C Music Factory (some of that "desperate" dance music Todd in the Shadows has talked about before which I also associated with the missed connection in Staunton).
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."
Naney: Heh. I'm not sure why, but the fact that the subject is Minccino is a surprise to me. Nice job!
Today at work I got bored and ended up reading an essay, "E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction" by David Foster Wallace, that I found rather unsettling.
But I'm gonna have to do some serious thinking to figure out exactly why.
Coaster to coaster and ghoster to ghoster the bunnyhop river scribbled tangibly Warwickwards and nopony in Germany could plug the fan. The Charleston bellowed - Arrivederci! - as the air-pump expanded like a paper tiger under a storm drain, all nullibiety completely ombrotrophic. Zanussi rankled. Could wildlife be blue, and could a freezer spin hungrily? What could shake?
The sunburnt orange toppled selfishly onwards. "How now, Perthshire? Canst a domino babble nand spelunk?"
Lincoln, bland and soi-disant, pathologized: "Paul Magrs! Unnatural chain floss! Without baking sea grapes..."
"Thy favicon blends hopefully - but dense: I skirmish a Siemens Brothers Neophone a-burrowing amidst Jane's horticultural fountains of splendour!"
This was no chipper hunkypunk. Not one pentameter in Balliol could reconcile the coathanger and the lamp, which, murmuring, struck a knock-down jig with intent to blow her nose. For my ivory, I should cook a washkit, but only if Maisie can divide twelve by negative seven before we all go under. The cedilla's twelfth continuous flow intersection: that marshes' violet chatters brawl in a ladylike net.
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."
(reads the first two pages of the paper)
Oddly, it started reminding me of the TV world from Persona 4 near the end of the first page.
Today at work I got bored and ended up reading an essay, "E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction" by David Foster Wallace, that I found rather unsettling.
But I'm gonna have to do some serious thinking to figure out exactly why.
Did you agree with what he was saying? Or did you disagree and find that he held the opinion unsettling?
(I keep rephrasing that question but I can't get it to come out quite right, I think.)
I seem to be in the minority of people who don't like television. (I suppose I used to, but not now). And one of DFW's ideas there seems to be that TV is of vital importance to our culture generally and also to fiction writers specifically. Which I find a little hard to reconcile with my dislike of it...
I'd say more but, as I said, more pondering is necessary.
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."
I can't say I dislike television. I'm just disinterested in it. I've only been watching a few shows, and none of them very regularly. I guess I just find video games and posting here more entertaining for the most part.
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
Cold Island / Shoreline of the Far Country (Remix)
Samples ("Cold Island")
"Golden Gate Love" - George Husak
"Jour Et Nuit" - Christopher Bisonette
"Kettle Drum #8" - sample pack
Samples ("Shoreline of the Far Country (Remix)
"La vie en Rose" - Edith Piaf
"Golden Gate Love" - George Husak
"Deshabilez Moi" - Juliette Greco
"Dark Star" - The Grateful Dead
"Drum Rock" - Lee "Scratch" Perry
so far so good. I'd say the concept has deviated quite a bit though. It's now more a combination of trippiness, beach music (think Jimmy Buffet), and a sort of subtle melancholia. The beats are still strong though.
I feel weird that this essay keeps telling me I watch TV for six hours a day, when in fact I watch TV for less than one hour a week and almost never on my own.
I hate to be the one to tell you this, Squid Lumine, but you are...not typical.
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Is JZ around?
But I wondered if Jumpingzombie was about.
I wanted to tell her something.
Just my opinion
I'm home now.
I bought a Hawaiian shirt.
It's pretty baws. It's blue. Got hot rods on it.
Aw yea.
But I'm gonna have to do some serious thinking to figure out exactly why.
The sunburnt orange toppled selfishly onwards. "How now, Perthshire? Canst a domino babble nand spelunk?"
Lincoln, bland and soi-disant, pathologized: "Paul Magrs! Unnatural chain floss! Without baking sea grapes..."
"Thy favicon blends hopefully - but dense: I skirmish a Siemens Brothers Neophone a-burrowing amidst Jane's horticultural fountains of splendour!"
This was no chipper hunkypunk. Not one pentameter in Balliol could reconcile the coathanger and the lamp, which, murmuring, struck a knock-down jig with intent to blow her nose. For my ivory, I should cook a washkit, but only if Maisie can divide twelve by negative seven before we all go under. The cedilla's twelfth continuous flow intersection: that marshes' violet chatters brawl in a ladylike net.
@ Lazuli: Admittedly, yeah, basically. But it's fun to write.
The article is interesting. Not finished it yet.
(I keep rephrasing that question but I can't get it to come out quite right, I think.)
I seem to be in the minority of people who don't like television. (I suppose I used to, but not now). And one of DFW's ideas there seems to be that TV is of vital importance to our culture generally and also to fiction writers specifically. Which I find a little hard to reconcile with my dislike of it...
I'd say more but, as I said, more pondering is necessary.
Adventures in Low Fidelity Vol. 2
The Last Sunrise
Six Miles Out From Schuylkill
Cold Island / Shoreline of the Far Country (Remix)
so far so good. I'd say the concept has deviated quite a bit though. It's now more a combination of trippiness, beach music (think Jimmy Buffet), and a sort of subtle melancholia. The beats are still strong though.
I have a cover idea, too.
And neither am I, for that matter