If John Cage’s conceptual composition 4’33" is about challenging the perceptions of what is considered to be music by having no notation and presenting the listeners instead with the ambient sounds of the environment…
if your cellphone goes off during a performance, will you be kicked out, or hailed as a revolutionary new interpreter of the work?
Spoilers: the fact that I don’t know much about the system of music in the notational, mathematical sense (I’m much better with overarching themes and structures, ask me about sonata allegro form), makes me feel impotent in a way that nothing else rarely does.
Imagine if you loved food, loved it, but had no idea what basic ingredients worked in what ways to get you to the finished dish that you wanted? Like imagine if you knew you wanted pizza, but you just had no way of comprehending how wheat flour, water, tomato, fermented milk cultures, herbs, and sometimes vegetables and preserved meats went together in a very particular order and method and had heat applied to them, so when you went to make a pizza, you just got really confused and frightened, so you just threw all of it together at once and at the end of it all you had a really horrible lukewarm smoothie.
THAT is the way my lack of understanding of musical theory makes me feel.
I don’t really know much about music in a structural, academic sense (sight reading, what’s THAT, hurr durr), but I know what SOUNDS good to me, “good” of course being a completely objective system of evaluation that’s particular to the unique chain of physical, biological, emotional and sociocultural causality that makes up my existence to this point in time, and I’m well aware that challenging those preconditions and resulting perceptions is what helps to develop my existence beyond the current bounds and propel me forward and avoid stagnation but goddamn it sometimes I just need to hear something that stimulates the tried and true old dopamine emitters even if they’ve done it five hundred times before, that is why we even have the idea of “favorite” ANYTHINGS and I guess this is just a long, textually exhausting way of conveying just how apoplectic music that doesn’t sound “tonally concluded” or “rhythmically complete” makes me.
Okay, so last night my roomies went out on the town to go hunting for dudes, and they invited me to join them but I couldn’t because I had to get up early for work today. They came back after I had gone to bed, but they were so drunk and noisy when they did that I think I half woke up, but I’m not really sure if I yelled at them to be quiet in my sleep or whatever, but I have this vague memory in my head of a dude I didn’t know poking his head in my bedroom door, and I don’t know if I dreamt it or not, but either way it’s sort of alarming.
My friend Mags, aka tumblr user “friendlyuncle” currently owes me a blood debt for implicating my person in a Thomas the Tank Engine fanfiction. Each time he brings it up again, the price rises ever steeper.
flcl has been out for like 10 years and I still don’t fully understand it
It’s one of those classic Gainax works in that you can take away something new from it every time you watch it. One time you might get the general idea that it’s about puberty and maturation being a really weird and uncomfortable time (lack of body control, awkward attractions and jealousy, phallic imagery all the way up to sudden and brutally obvious erections from the FOREHEAD, people obsessed with their appearances and perceived maturity), other times it feels like a 3 hour Pillows music video love note to the Pixies and Pablo Honey era Radiohead, and then it also feels like a sort of indulgence piece for the production team to play with techniques and make light commentary on pop cultural elements (homages to manga, South Park, wordplay jokes), and yet again it sometimes seems like a weird little vignette about how life in little suburban towns is kind of stifling and that it takes serious shakeups in routine to get people out of their own bubbles.
It has a lot of strength for that flexibility in people being able to take away a lot of different experiences.
I found a butchershop that apparently sells it, and I’ll take a nose in there tomorrow to see what they got. I’ll definitely buy a sandwich while there, I might buy a cut of belly, might not. Whatever the case, I’m thinking of something like char siu, maybe…
The voice actor for Evac, the Autobot you ride with in the Transformers 3D ride at Universal is the literal incarnation of “dull surprise.” His performance never pulls above “sort of upset about something.”
Have you ever posted a NSFW piece of art and suddenly got a bunch of follows from obviously pornographic tumblrs, from the looks of their usernames? Well if you have, I don’t recommend clicking through to look at any of them, no matter your curiosity, based on what just happened to a friend of mine.
He apparently clicked on one, and his browser was redirected to one of those ransomware sites that says pay a fine to the government for supposed illegal activity, otherwise go to jail or whatever. You know, the FBI Moneypak scam sort of thing.
Some of these blogs are just standard porn aggregators, and are just automatically picking up whatever’s in a hashtag, but others are less benign. So if you see any behavior on your dash that doesn’t look like there’s a real human being directing it, it’s probably best to stay away.
Dinobot is still a badass, but the perception of him kind of changes when you stop thinking of velociraptors as these snarly dragony Jurassic Park monsters, and start thinking of them as fluffy, twitchy, high-strung proto-birds.
If we consider that modern birds are specialized dinosaurs, and that the ratites (ostriches, rheas, cassowaries and emus) are living examples of what actual ancient dinosaurs might have been like, it could be possible that members of the clade Deinonychosauria had similar behaviors
So now I have this image in my head of Dinobot having a full-on emu freak out
Show Me Some Love: It’s hard to say, because all my faves tend to be pretty mainstream, but in all honesty, I hope the eternal fandom joke about dumping on Rodimus eventually dies down. He can be an immature, grandstanding little shit, but underneath everything, he really does care deeply about his crew, and he looks like he really is learning as things go on.
Unpopular Opinion: As much as I had hoped the fandom would be past it, I still hear about the “no sticky” fights flaring up every now and again. Even though everyone’s free to like their own thing, people shouldn’t get up in eachother’s faces because someone likes a robot dick.
Man, today just wore me out so badly. Christmas music in the store giving me a headache. Customers either attempting fraudulent returns or just chewing us out for shits and giggles. District manager coming in and whipping everyone into a panic with his Type A bullshit.
Losing your sex appeal to middle age? I'm right around your age (older by a few months, actually) and I'm hotter now than I ever was in my teens or 20s (_relatively_ speaking, mind) - to say nothing of the fact that plenty of folks find each other well into their 30s and 40s. Don't rush it, and don't worry. :-)
I know I shouldn’t be so down on myself, but I’m no Tilda Swinton and it’s DIFFICULT.
About a week ago, I started experiencing bizarre timeskips in my Windows clock, on the order of skipping ahead 40 to 50 YEARS at a time on bootups. A little research revealed that this was likely a result of my motherboard’s internal battery being on its last legs. Sure enough, tonight on bootup, I got pushed into the BIOS because the clock had reverted to midnight, likely the final knell of the MOBO battery. However, in an unforseen twist of fate, after I reset the internal clock, the Hard Drive also refused to boot, giving me a “missing ntldr” message. Restarting and hopping into the BIOS again revealed the dark truth: the hard drive is no longer being detected. Perhaps it also died out of anguish at the thought of its imminent replacement. Whatever the case, rest in pieces, Wintermute build.
Now in the past, a situation like this would have moved me to tears of panic, but now it’s only an inconvenience. Fortunately, I backed up everything on my terabyte external HDD when the timeskips first started. In total, I think I only lost ONE piece of art in progress, and it was nothing that I mourn. In terms of system collapses, this is a best case scenario: the only issue that lies ahead is the tedium of setting up a new boot on the second hard drive that I never used, possibly to be rolled into the next build, maybe not. Or I could just say fuckit and play on my laptop for a while, who knows.
Whatever the case, this isn’t a catastrophic issue, just an annoying one, and luckily I was well prepared for it. Now it’s just a matter of buying a new system, and hopefully my family will be able to help out since Xmas is on the way. I’ll try to keep everyone updated.
I just want you to know senpai, you could be wearing the fugliest sweater on earth and I would still want to bang you. I hope that isn't creepy. I'm trying to pay you a compliment oh god that's creepy isn't it. I'm so sorry. You're cute is what I'm trying to say. I'm sorry.
But what about an applique print vest, clogs, and the highest-waisted pair of Mom Jeans that JC Penney has to offer?
I’ve been led astray by trending topics on twitter, thinking they’re actual events of importance in certain places, but in actuality they’re updates on the members of 1Direction
But just now, I realized how FUCKED UP that is. Twitter is a service that is used by 200 million people, and tiniest little movements of members of a group of five men are regular news to all 200 million of those people. Basically, everyone who has a computer has the possibility of knowing exactly where these dudes are at any given second of the day.