We are so not surviving in the wild
If not friend, why friend shaped?
I'm tired. I think I'm emotionally burnt out.
I was talking to a friend earlier today. Both me and my friend have played in bands in our youth, and were swapping war stories about those days. I was reminded of this fun anecdote:
There was one gig where the band I was in played at a tiny little all-day festival somewhere in Belgium, and the stage setup was really messy. The guitarist trod on the power cable to my keyboard, and pulled it so that it interrupted the power, but only for a split second. This reset it to its default settings, losing all the custom sounds I'd set up for some of the buttons. And, to my horror, causing it to play a samba demo song instead of the backing sequence I'd programmed when I pressed one of those preset buttons. This did not blend nicely at all with the gothic metal we were in the middle of playing.
Also, this was a summer festival and we were playing at the height of the midafternoon heat
... in leather trousers, big ruffle shirts and black mesh tops.
Have you ever seen goths sweat the white foundation off their faces?
Could it be the speakers? it could be subtle damage to the speaker cone that only becomes audible at certain frequencies or a combination of frequencies and amplitudes.
Nah not stupid 😊 "command" is a little ambiguous in the documentation.
I think it means any command you can run from the shell.
I don't see how noticing more of what's there is a bad thing, or magical thinking. It won't make more nice things happen, but being more observant of the ones that are happening is still a benefit.
Ooh I learned the word for this recently: frisson.
Congratulations!
I recently treated myself to this: a repress of one of my favourite albums. Having it with large, expanded artwork is amazing.
I finally got this album on vinyl. It's one of my favourites, and I'm so pleased I managed to pick up the red and black marbled pressing.
This is my favourite poem by Dutch poet Hans Andreus. Here's the English translation:
For a day of tomorrow
If I die tomorrow,
Tell the trees
How much I loved you.
Tell the wind,
That climbs the towers
Or falls from the branches,
How much I loved you.
Tell it to a child
That is young enough to understand it.
Tell it to an animal,
Perhaps only by just looking at it.
Tell it to the stone houses,
Tell it to the city
How much I loved you.
But don't tell any person,
They wouldn't believe you.
They wouldn't want to believe that
Just a man
Just a woman
That a person loved another person so much
Like I loved you.
They're incredible aren't they? I saw one land in a field when I was on a hike and I had no idea how big they actually are!