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sciencestyled · 7 months ago

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Oscillating Octaves: A Sonic Soirée with Science and Art

Yo, fam! Strap in, because I’m about to drop a beat on the wildest party ever—the bash where acoustic science and visual art collide like avocados and toast at a millennial brunch fest. It’s not your grandma’s tea party; this is where learning science with art gets lit!

Picture this: an oscilloscope and a spectrum analyzer walk into a bar. No, it’s not the start of a nerdy joke; it’s our classroom, baby! These gadgets are like the DJ and VJ of our science rave, showing off what those sick beats look like when you throw them down in a lab instead of a club. When we crank up tunes, from Beethoven to Beyoncé, these tools don’t just listen; they show us the music. We’re not just rocking out; we’re watching the very anatomy of sound—visualized!

Now, let’s geek out a sec about what’s really going down when the bass drops. Every thump, every tweet, every sick harmony you can bust a move to is just a bunch of air molecules vibing hard. But with our techy plus-ones, the oscilloscope and the spectrum analyzer, it’s like having X-ray glasses at a dance party. You see, sound travels in waves, and these waves have all the ups and downs of a Kardashian love life—full of peaks and troughs.

Each musical note is like a different character in the Marvel Universe. Imagine hitting a middle C on a piano—it’s like summoning Captain America. Solid, reliable, totally heroic. Crank up the pitch to a high C, and now you’ve got Spidey swinging in—lighter, quicker, scaling skyscrapers of frequency. The oscilloscope traces these vibes in real time, showing us a live feed of sound waves faster than your Twitter feed updates.

And what about that spectrum analyzer? It’s the ultimate gossip columnist for sounds. It breaks down every note into its own juicy story, telling us who’s who in the harmonic get-together. It’s like those color commentary guys at sports events but for music. This device spills the tea on which frequencies are crashing the party and which ones are just wallflowers.

Let’s crank up a track and see these tools in action. Say we fire up some classic rock—Led Zeppelin’s "Stairway to Heaven." The guitar solo kicks in, and it’s like Thor going ham with Mjolnir, each note striking with cosmic power. On the oscilloscope, it’s a visual thunderstorm—waves going wild. And the spectrum analyzer? It’s mapping out every note, showing us a rainbow of sound frequencies, each color blipping in and out like lights at a rave.

But wait, there’s more! Ever wonder why some tunes just feel different? Why does listening to Billie Eilish feel smoother than a fresh jar of Skippy? It’s all in the waveform, baby. Billie’s beats are sleek, her bass lines clean—on the oscilloscope, they’re flowing like the River Styx, smooth and uninterrupted. Meanwhile, heavy metal is more like a Game of Thrones battle scene—chaotic, intense, with waves crashing like swords.

Now, let’s flip the script and get interactive. Imagine using these visual tools to create art. That’s right—turning science into sculptures and sound into splashes of paint. We hook up paint to speakers and play different genres. Hip-hop might throw up bold, aggressive splatters, while classical music paints a precise, orderly mural. It’s like each genre has its own brush style, and the canvas reveals the personality behind the playlist.

In the grand scheme, this isn’t just about jamming out to tunes or getting an A in physics. It’s about seeing the invisible, hearing the untouchable, and learning the unthinkable. It’s about breaking down barriers between disciplines like a Kool-Aid Man meme—oh yeah! We’re not just students or artists; we’re modern alchemists, turning vibrations into visuals, and classrooms into crucibles of creativity.

So next time you plug into Spotify, remember, there’s a whole other show going on beyond those earbuds—a visual concert, where every track is a brushstroke, and every beat is a burst of color. Who knew science could be so dope?

And that, my friends, is how we ride the waveforms—surfing the sonic seas, visualizing vibes, and throwing the ultimate learning party where art meets science in a symphony of sight and sound. Oops, I mean a wild, wacky wonderland of sight and sound (symphony is so last semester).

So keep your eyes wide, your minds open, and your playlists ready—because in this lab, every discovery is a drop, and every experiment is an encore. Welcome to the jam session of the future, where education is electric, and art is acoustic. Turn up, tune in, and rock out!

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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - What songs would you put on your *fuck the patriarchy* playlist?

hmmm definitely girl power anthems like run the world (girls) by beyoncé and flowers by miley cyrus!

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newswireml · 2 years ago

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Sergio Hudson delivers colorful ‘90s celebration at NYFW#Sergio #Hudson #delivers #colorful #90s #celebration #NYFW

NEW YORK — Sergio Hudson created a nostalgic scene with shoulder pads, neon colors and graffiti prints taken right out of the early ’90s with his latest collection Saturday. Hudson, who has dressed the likes of Beyoncé and Michelle Obama, borrowed inspiration from artist Jason Naylor’s colorful and borderline psychedelic murals for New York Fashion Week in an eclectic celebration of…

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Blackmail

This is a mob au where all of the avengers are alive and well, but are definitely not earth mightiest heroes. ~Next Chapter ~In This City Masterlist Eventual Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Chapter Warnings: alcohol consumption, panic disorder, gang violence, break ins, illusions to shady men A/N: Welcome to my new series! This idea came to me late at night after I saw Spider-Man no way home! This is definitely an introduction chapter but important characters are introduced, just unnamed, see if you can guess who's who. I do not give permission for my work to be copied, translated, or reposted anywhere other than @reaperintheroses on tumblr and AO3. Reblogs, however, are always welcomed and greatly appreciated.

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The world wasn’t kind to girls like you. Girls who didn’t want to marry immediately or get a high paying job. Girls who followed their own path in life. The world wasn’t kind to girls like you because they were scared of you. Of what you could find out. The skeletons you could dig out of the closet. That didn’t scare you though. You wanted secrets about someone but they were buried so deep you would practically need to mine down into the earth to reach them? Hand you a shovel and a Beyoncé CD and you’d have the answers by nightfall. It scared other people, your drive to uncover the truth. Maybe that’s why you became a photographer. You answered to almost no one and saw the truth of the city every single day. That was one of the few things that scared you. This city. This city and it’s catacomb of secrets. One’s that you planned to uncover with the focus of a lens and the flash of a camera.

You dwelled on the thought as you opened the old wooden door to the bar and stepped out into the daylight. You tried to shake the visions of the man in the corner from your head as you slid in your car. ‘Just another picture for the flash drive,’ you told yourself as you drove away. God, you needed a coffee. Maybe a drink too, but definitely coffee.

You let the music from the radio flow and overcome your senses as you drive through the city, making your way back to your borough. You made it to Queens before the flashing memory of the man became too much. Pulling over into a bank parking lot you put the car in park and turned off the ignition. You reached over to the passenger's seat and grabbed your camera and a twenty dollar bill. You gripped the steering wheel with one hand, telling yourself that you just needed 20 more shots and you could go home, drink some tequila and forget the man in the bar.

You opened the car door and stepped out, putting on the camera neck strap and shoving the twenty dollar bill into your pocket. You walked through the parking lot, nodding to someone at an atm before crossing the street. You raised your hand as a thanks to the various cars that stopped for you or honked their horn at you before switching lanes to avoid you. As you stepped up onto the sidewalk you were greeted with a wide alleyway that looked as if it emerged about a block away. Your lips pressed into a thin line before you walked into the alleyway, laziness winning over concerns for personal safety. You would soon see that you were not disappointed. The artwork on the walls of the alleyway was gorgeous. It told one of the city's oldest and well kept secrets. The mob. On one side of the alley there was a sparrow that appeared to be in mid flight. The same sparrow that all of it’s gang members were marked with. Surrounding the bird was uptown manhattan in black in white. The flash of your camera went off as you captured the mural, the gorgeous shot helping erase the thoughts of the man from earlier.

On the other side of the wall was a stork carrying a black cloth in its beak. Behind it was the brooklyn bridge. Your flash went off again. The storks were infamous for their gun trafficking as well as having the whole city in their pocket. You’d never photographed one of their holes in the wall, a fact you considered to be a good thing. You always worried that having two flash drives with pictures of rival gangs would bring death to your door way faster than planned. The thought brought more images of the man to the front of your mind and you quickly made your way out of the alleyway, trying to distance yourself from the paintings and hopefully the man. As you emerged from the alleyway the gorgeous scenery of Queens rose to greet you. You crouched down to take a picture of the apartment building in front of you, the old exterior calming you like an old friend. You stood and spun around, breathing in the afternoon air, the chill of November nipping at your nose. As you walked, Queens surrounded you, making you forget this morning. There was almost no one on the street, allowing you to be in your own world. The occasional trees and old buildings helped to erase the tired feeling that surrounded you. You paused occasionally to take in the area around you or to take pictures of whatever felt right. Trees, the road, cars, and club entrances joined your camera roll. A gentle flow of snow drifted down to the ground and you stopped to stick your tongue out, snowflakes getting caught in your beanie. you let go of your camera, feeling it thump against your chest as it settled before you continued to walk. you stopped in front of a small coffee house, the kind with mismatched chairs and fake peeling paint. You pulled your camera into your hands again and snapped a picture of the sign before pushing the door open and smiling slightly at the small bell that dangled over the door. you surveyed the menu before pulling out the twenty dollar bill from your pocket. You approached the teenage girl at the counter and asked for a coffee and a scone. The girl smiled and went to work making your coffee while you sat down to eat your scone. You snapped pictures of the other customers at work and of the interior. The overpriced coffee was worth it for finding this gorgeous place. Your name was called and you walked to the counter gripping the coffee in your hands, willing the warmth alone to wash away your day. You turned to walk away and grab your camera when you walked straight into a wall of fabric. The lid on your coffee popped off and your latte spilled all over the woman in front of you. “Oh my God I am so sorry!” You exclaimed, grabbing napkins to try and blot up the liquid before it stained the woman’s shirt, stopping when you realized you were mainly touching her boobs. She laughed a little before grabbing some more napkins and trying on her own to wipe up the mess. “It’s all good, it’s cotton so it’ll come out.” She smiled as your horrified face slowly dissipated. “You're sure?” You still looked worried, her manicure looked more expensive than your entire outfit. “Oh my goodness, yes. Can I get you a new coffee? It’s my fault, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” In your mind you were shocked. You were the one who had spilled the whole thing on her, why wasn’t she mad? “Seriously, you looked like you were looking forward to that coffee and I know how expensive this place can be.” She smiled at you and you smiled back. “That’s really nice of you but I should get going.” She nodded as you turned around to grab your camera and walked out of the coffee shop. Forget coffee, when you got home you were going straight to alcohol.

As you stood back at the mouth of the alley your feelings about the artwork on it’s walls changed the smallest bit. The sun was beginning it’s descent and the temperature was beginning to drop as the snow began to come down in larger flakes. You pulled your sleeves over your hands as you walked through the alley, avoiding eye contact with the artwork as if it was threatening you. The dumpsters in the alley casting shadows that made your skin crawl. You began to jog, praying that the never ending stretch would open again. The snow started covering the remaining light left by the sun, making everything far more ominous than it should appear. The alleyway finally split and you gasped for breath on the sidewalk, people walking around you looking either concerned or not looking at all, hoping that if they ignored you, you wouldn’t become a problem. You took off your beanie and ran a hand through your hair, hoping to ground yourself as you made your way to a crosswalk, not wanting to risk anything else today. As the light turned from a red hand to a white person you pulled your head down and walked as fast as possible across the street. You practically flew over the cement barrier that encloses the parking lot before making your way over to your car. You practically ripped the door open and slid in, not even bothering to shake the snow off of your shoes before you shut the door. You felt safe within the walls of your car. No artwork, no pictures of strange scary men at bars, no oddly nice ladies offering to pay for a new coffee. Just your car, with it’s fast food wrappers acting as decorations, coffee cups as ornaments. You placed your camera at its rightful place as shotgun and jammed your key into the ignition, twisting it and cursing your old car for how long it takes for the engine to turn over. The music from the radio suddenly blaring on, making you jump as you scrambled to turn it down. You pulled out of the parking lot and made your way onto the main road, bordering on speeding in your rush to get home. You looked up to check your rearview mirror and noticed a taxi behind you. You raised your eyebrows but paid it no attention as you sped up the smallest bit. You checked your mirrors again and noticed the taxi still behind you. You switched lanes to allow them to speed up but they followed you into the lane. You purse your lips before getting off at the first right turn you saw. Guess you were taking the scenic route home. The taxi stopped trailing you after you looped the same block twice, probably realizing you weren’t stupid and moving on to find it’s next victim. Unsettled by the whole encounter you quickly made your way to your apartment building, practically flying down the parking garage ramp. You grabbed your camera and your bag excited to shut yourself in your apartment for the rest of the night. You rushed up the stairs, taking some of them two at a time. You fumbled with your keys before you threw open the old door to your apartment. Home sweet home. You toed your shoes off and placed your bag on the kitchen counter. You moved around your kitchen grabbing a glass before ripping open the cabinet above your refrigerator and grabbing the first bottle of alcohol you could get your hands on. Pouring yourself a drink you moved around your apartment in search of your laptop and your flash drive. Moving yourself to your dining table you opened your laptop and took a sip of your tequila, letting the burn warm you from the middle outwards. You dragged your camera towards you, opening the area for the memory card. You grabbed the small black piece and placed it into your computer. You brought your feet underneath you on your chair as you waited for the pictures to load on your laptop.

A skyscraper

A abandoned bridge

A bar

You skimmed through the pictures on your laptop, the pictures from your day flashing across your screen. It felt like there was nothing that hadn’t been photographed anymore, no hole in the wall that hadn’t been discovered. Your face tilted, studying the man in the corner of the wall from the bar. His posture looked dangerous, his face washed red by the neon sign behind him. His hands had a red tint to them too, the more you studied him though, the more you thought it wasn’t just from the lighting. You saved the picture to your flashdrive along with all the other pictures you’d taken of the sparrows. It was always smart to have black mail material in New York, even if every cop, every lawyer, every judge would turn a blind eye at the sight of it. It was always smart to have black mail material in this city, even if it could get you killed.

Your face shot up at the sound of a loud crash, as if someone had dropped a handful of pots and pans outside your door. You grabbed the flash drive out of your computer, -just to be safe-, before shutting your laptop. It was always smart to have blackmail material in this city, even if it meant every sound could be the grim reaper coming to collect. You made your way into the main hallway, and stalked your way up to the door. Your hand gripped the place in your pocket where the flash drive sat, it grounded you like an anchor. You flipped open the peephole cover and your eyes widened before you quickly flipped the cover back down. Your other hand moved to your chest, gripping your sweatshirt like a lifeline. It was always smart to have blackmail material in this city, -you struggled with the fire escape window that seemed to have a frozen film outside of the glass- even if it meant the grim reaper would come for you- disguised as two men in pressed black button up shirts. A large tattoo of a sparrow in mid-flight visible on their sternum.

You finally got the fire escape open and practically jumped through the window frame, the front door seemed like it was being forced open, groaning as it fought back to keep the two sparrows away from you. Your hands gripped the cold, rusted metal of the fire escape. The paint peeling away as you rushed down the stairs, your neighbors paying you no mind as you ran. You dropped down to the dumpster beneath the stairs, the breath being knocked from your lungs as you slipped on the snow that coated the lid of the dumpster, landing face first on the black plastic. You sat up and inched your way to the edge of the dumpster, jumping off and catching your breath before you made your way out of the alley where your fire escape ended. You reached the sidewalk and began to jog. Trying to get as far away from your apartment building as fast as your feet allowed. You looked behind you to see if you were being followed and for the second time today crashed into a wall of flesh. Hands grabbed your shoulders to steady you. You looked up and met the eyes of one of the prettiest people you’d ever seen. “Are you okay?” His voice was just as beautiful as his face, helping melt the ice around you, a softness to it that you weren’t accustomed to. “I-I’m sorry, I just….” You trailed off as the sparrow tattoo flashed across your vision again. You ripped your body out of his hands as he let go without protest, his hazel eyes trailing after you with concern as you ran. His mouth opened in confusion as you ran as fast as you could in just wool socks, jeans, and a sweatshirt. As you ran as far away as you could from the vision of the sparrow tattoo and the thought of the man with the red stained hands outside your door.

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carolinaare · 8 years ago

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As I mentioned in my previous post, I ended up booking the best Airbnb in the best location ever. Hip, weird, close to the main city area but special in its own kind, here’s what to do in Fitzroy, Melbourne’s part Brooklyn, part Shoreditch neighbourhood.

BREAKFAST

Proud Mary’s

Melbourne is a mecca for coffee lovers so I momentarily threw my zero caffeine lifestyle in the bin and had some amazing flat whites. Proud Mary’s is THE place where you should have one – creamy but not too much, perfect size, perfect amount of caffeine. The space is always busy and lively but never noisy.

Proud Mary’s are coffee specialist who brew their special batch and ship it all over Australia so if you haven’t tried it, you’ve missed out.

Donut Shop Fitzroy

Unfortunately I wasn’t chosen to be Idris Elba’s Valentine in the wonderful competition that was Omaze so I decided to eat a lot of doughnuts to drown the pain in jammy carbs. Donut Shop in Fitzroy came to my rescue with unique doughnuts that tasted incredible without being overpowering. Think passion fruit glaze, or black sesame glaze with coconut cream filling, or ginger and rhubarb. Idris definitely won’t look at me now with all this extra doughnut fat in my belly.

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Coconut filling with black sesame glaze

Rhubarb jelly

LUNCH

Vegie Bar

I sometimes eat healthy too. I know right? Shocker. Well, Vegie Bar was a great option for a healthy lunch that didn’t make me want to go for doughnuts straight after. I had a fresh and filling lettuce salad with roast pumpkin and yummy crouton style crispy sushi rice cubes which you should really get if you’re in the area. Smoothies are totally yummy too and so are all the cakes and parfait on offer. Oh and did I mention they make vegan pizza?

DINNER

Easey’s

Now let’s get back to bacon cause that’s the food of Gods and what you all want to hear about anyway: enter Easey’s. This incredibly cool restaurant is situated on a Collingwood rooftop by the defaced pregnant Beyoncé mural on Easey Street and its main characteristic is that it is basically a dining room made out of a train carriage.

The space is tiny and it gets busy, so book in advance. For amazing sunset views grab a drink in between carriages before your meal, then go sit down for your chance to eat in a New York style venue with Melbourne views.

So I’m just gonna put it out there and say that I’ve had the best burger in my life at Easey’s, probably also thanks to bacon, which I added as an extra. The bun was tender and spongy, but not crumbly. The meat was cooked just enough. The cheese was runny. Salt was on point. The bacon was as crispy as it gets. Overall, a winning mix. I topped it all up with a side of fries and mac n’cheee coming in the same plate and topped up with crumbly pretzels, which all sounds very weird and unhealthy but damn it tasted good.

Little Hop

Beers and tacos are what this tiny Brunswick Street eatery is all about. Their fish taco is tiny but tasty enough to get you through a night of bar crawls without feeling hungry and costs only $5. The staff are friendly and there to help with recommendation. It’s a true style beet and tequila bar and a badass taqueria, so what can go wrong?

DRINKS

Naked for Satan

Hands down my favourite place in Melbourne. Aside from an giving me an awesome idea for a butt tattoo, Naked for Satan has the best views of Melbourne at sunset and all day round – from the lit skyline to the busy Brunswick Street. No reservation and the slowest lift in the world might deter you from going up to the rooftop, but do go, grab yourself a Naked Lager or a cocktail if that’s your vibe and breathe in the chill, magic vibes this place has.

Black Pearl

This New Orleans style cocktail bar was actually born before Pirates of the Caribbean became a thing and not only drinks here are incredible, the staff have a heart of gold, too. Every year they pose naked with hilarious results for a themed sexy calendar, the profits of which go to charity. This year they went to Beyond Blue, researching mental health and raising awareness of depression and anxiety.

Kent St

Now featuring a drawing by my absolute favourite current artist Celeste Mountjoy (aka Filthyratbag), Kent St is a relaxing, random boozer with an amazing “No jerks” lager and attitude. The staff legit give people hell if they’re being annoying but always with a smile on their lips. It’s the best place for a nightcap.

SHOP

Vintage Garage

A Vintage emporium from heaven, selling denim, pin up clothes, leotards and Madonna style spiky boob outfits. I would have bought the whole place if I only could.

Rose Chong Costumiers

Most of Rose Chong’s costumes are for hire but the shop is so colourful it’s a real pleasure to just walk in and get some party/disguise material. Or a crazy dog lady playsuit from the sales rail.

SEE

Street Art

Melbourne is THE place in Australia for graffiti. No wonder Banksy’s exhibition was held here. Take a street art tour or walk around the CBD’s laneways and Fitzroy’s streets for some of the most beautiful graffiti you will ever see.

Melbourne Museum

Skip the natural history and science bits if you’ve already seen your fair share of science museums and head to the aboriginal art and history section for a stark reminder of what colonisation did Australia’s original population. A must-see.

Pictures: Carolina Are

Melbourne: Fitzroy & Collingwood As I mentioned in my previous post, I ended up booking the best Airbnb in the best location ever.

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Beverly House For Sale, Southern California

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Apr 13, 2021

Beverly House For Sale

Historic Hearst Mansion Back On Market At Reduced Price!

Location: Beverly Hills, Southern California, USA

Source: TopTenRealEstateDeals.com

Located in the heart of Beverly Hills, the fabled Beverly House, the showplace of publishing magnate William Randolph Hearst, is back on the market at a reduced asking price of $89.75 million – down from $185 million in 2016.

One of California’s most historic homes, Marion Davies, Hearst’s girlfriend, purchased the house in 1946 as a gift for Hearst. The couple moved there from the Hearst Castle, where they had been living in another historic California mansion, and stayed until William’s death in 1951.

Beverly House is most well known for its memorable movie scenes in The Godfather, where Hollywood movie producer Jack Woltz woke up to a bloody horse head in his bed, and the glamorous estate where Whitney Houston’s character lived in The Bodyguard.

The mansion was also a favorite of the Kennedy family, where John and Jackie spent part of their honeymoon in 1953, and later became the West Coast presidential election headquarters for JFK’s 1960 presidential campaign. In 2018, Beyoncé filmed part of her groundbreaking visual album Black Is King on the grounds, and in 2019, Adel held her 31st birthday party there.

Designed in 1927 by Gordon Kaufmann, the architect who did the Hoover Dam, Hollywood Palladium, Los Angeles Times building and the Santa Anita Racetrack, Hearst’s Beverly House is the quintessential emblem of Hollywood’s Golden Era.

The estate is well known for its H-form architecture characterized by long colonnades, wide balconies, arched floor-to-ceiling windows and its spaciousness.

Some of the spaces include a stunning two-story library with hand-carved paneling and a wraparound walkway; a formal living room with its 22-foot-high, hand-painted, arched ceiling; a state-of-the-art spa; a billiards room with herringbone parquet floors and an intricately designed ceiling and carved fireplace – both from the Hearst Castle in San Simeon.

The main-level hallway is a staggering 82 feet up to the 32-foot billiard room, which is open to the main hallway for a total of 114 feet visible upon walking into the entry. The grand upstairs hallway is more than 102 feet long and features a 40-foot wide, nearly 9-foot-tall Dennis Abbe mural that was commissioned by Hugh Hefner. The gardens, designed by landscape architect Paul Thiene, are a focal point including cascading waterfalls to the pool. The main house and two guest houses sit on 3.5 acres.

The Beverly House listing agents are Anthony Marguleas of Amalfi Estates in Los Angeles, Gary Gold of Hilton & Hyland in Beverly Hills and Zizi Pak of Rodeo Realty in Beverly Hills. The property is listed by order of the U.S. Bankruptcy Court.

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Tuesday, August 18, 2020

On today’s news! My eyes are not the only round thing burning since the sun came out once again after some intense rain and an orchestra of thunder and lighting. Speaking of, remember Wuhan? Yeah, that place in China where the virus developed and ruined the rest of the world, our lives, and added a boost to our anxiety. Well, they were having a massive pool party with a concert included. There were no signs of masks or social distancing. If cases peak, I hope you all keep having fun in lockdown. It is almost time to hop on the election rollercoaster and our least favorite annoying orange has been talking about whether he should go for four more years and maybe do a redo? Well,... hell no. Just like Michelle Obama expressed at the DNC, “D. Trump is the wrong president for our country” and boy o’boy she was not wrong. Talking presidency, after releasing her song and being who she is, Cardi B wants Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC) to run for president. That sounded like music to my ears. Funny how people claim to have respect for women but would be shocked if an actual one ran for president. For the human that said “it’s a man's world”, your rights have been revoked because the world is just the world. In Belarus, there have been some issues as well and the leader, Alexander Lukashenko, menacing there won’t be elections until they kill him. At least he is honest and is opening the door to some other options on how to deal with him. The people are peacefully protesting with flowers in their hands and are still coming out despite the grenades and the police. Back to the bull--U.S. a deal was made with Taiwan, they sold 66 new American-made F-16 fighter jets and guess who’s not happy: China. Moving on, if you would like some inspiration and change the Pitch Perfect crew made a reunion and is the kind of energy we need right now. The group was singing ‘Love on Top’ by Beyoncé. In Warsaw, Poland there is a mural that not only makes the wall look pretty but it also cleans up smog and purifies the air since it is made of special, sun-activated, smog-cleaning pigments that were painted by local artists. Happy Constitution Day, Indonesia! Today is Tuesday, August 18, 2020. Day unknown od quarantine. --

#news #tuesday #August #reblog #plz #Cardi B #AOC #Usa #Michele Obama #Belarus #Wuhan #China #Taiwan #Indonesia #Europe #Pitch Perfect #Beyonce #Warsaw #Poland

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iusetowrite · 5 years ago

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Masterlist

Movies

Marvel:

Doctor Strange

You don’t need your hands.

Why Can’t You Stop Being an A**hole?

What’s Your Name…Beyoncé?

A Strange Mural

Captain Marvel (Carol)

Tony Stark

The dreams... They won't stop

Agent Coulson

Dating Agent Coulson

Steve Rogers

Yon-Rogg

What it would be like to be Yon-Rogg’s Wife Headcanon

Dating Yon-Rogg Headcanon

Sexual Frustration (Smut)

What are You Talking About? (Overweight Reader)

Imagine meeting Yon-Rogg at a Halloween Party...

Talos

“You have to Teach Me That Now.”

Nick Fury

Dating Nick Fury Headcanon

Bruce Banner

I don’t want to hurt you.

Scott Lang

A Flight to Catch [Pt. 1 | Pt. 2]

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Star Wars:

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Dating Obi-Wan Kenobi Headcanon

How Will Know? [Pt1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4]

Anakin Skywalker

Dating Anakin Skywalker Headcanon

Luke Skywalker

Where’s my lightsaber?

Spare Me Then

She is Welcomed is Here

Finn

Are You Okay? (Finn x Rey)

Rey

Are You Okay? (Finn x Rey)

Poe

Truly [Pt 1 | Pt2 | Pt3]

A haircut

Birthday Boy.

Cooking with Poe Dameron Headcanon

Kylo Ren

I think I’m allergic to cats.

Once it hurts you, there’s no going back.

Baking with Kylo Ren Headcanon

Hux

Batman:

Bruce Wayne

A Day Spent Cleaning

Please Don’t Leave Me!

It Was All an Act. [Pt. 1 | Pt 2]

Out of Harm’s Way [Pt 1]

Alfred

Robin

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Games

Overwatch :

Solider 76

I’ll Keep You Company

Reaper

Mi amor

Junkrat

Other Shows/Movies:

Riverdale (Nothing Past Season One)

Archie Andrews

You Dating Someone Else Headcanon

You have to understand, I don’t want to hurt you.

“JukeBox Hero.” Foreigner

You’re so hardheaded.

I wrote you a song.

Betty Cooper (Elizabeth)

Can you help me?

Where do I lie in your life?

I sat alone at the booth.

Veronica Lodge

Revenge is a pain.

Why do I get hurt everywhere I turn?

I just want them to see the good in me.

Jughead Jones (Juggy)

I don’t want to hurt you.

Mind if I stay the night?

How Long?

“I’m wanted nowhere.”

“I have a surprise for you.”

Do you even love me?

Cheryl Blossom (I’m not sure yet)…

Fred Andrews (Yes, Fred is up here, the only normal parent in the show.)

I support you

Hi, I-I’m Fred Andraw… ANDREW.

“You and Archie are all I have.”

You want to go out for… I don’t know…coffee?

NCIS (Closing soon)

Gibbs

Bourbon Ice Cream

Who Are You [Pt 1 | Pt 2]

I Like That Color on You

Instruction from a Manual?

New Changes...

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robinallender · 5 years ago

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Albums of 2019/the decade

(‘Martin Brennan’ appearing on This Time with Alan Partridge, my favourite TV programme of 2019.)

It’s impossible to make an album of the year list because I haven’t listened to every album that was released this year. And to make an album of the decade list…? Well, that’s even impossibler.

I suppose I could try to do what James Acaster did in his book Perfect Sound Whatever, but instead of listening to every album from 2016 I could attempt to listen to every album from the entire decade. A Sisyphean task – and by the time I’d listened to all of those albums, it would probably be around 2030. And by that point, providing the world is still functioning by then, I’d have another decade of albums to catch up on. I could draw a comparison to Tristram Shandy here but I won’t.

(Plume is my favourite novel of the year.)

(‘DNA.’ is the most thrilling three minutes of music this decade.)

The excellent thing about Acaster’s book is that it glories in the fact that beneath all the hype and buzz of big releases, and away from algorithmic playlists and ubiquitous albums of the year, there is a universe of incredibly diverse and exciting music being made all the time. Acaster rightly celebrates bandcamp, which has become something like the anti-Spotify over the last ten years. Thanks to bandcamp, it feels like there has never been a better time to listen to experimental music. Obscurity no longer exists – there is no longer any music which is difficult to hear.

I’ve become enamoured with Jim O’Rourke’s Steamroom page, where he regularly releases albums of ambient/noise music. if you’re expecting the Bacharach-esque chamber-pop of his Drag City albums then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. There’s a fantastic interview with him here where he describes his creative process (I’m a particular fan of Number 44).

It feels like the prevalence and dominance of the internet has brought with it a certain kind of musical freedom. There’s a kind of the-music-industry-has-collapsed-so-does-anything-really-matter-anymore attitude which I love! Dean Blunt’s Black Metal (2014) feels like an album that couldn’t have been made at any other time. An ‘anything goes’ album of hip-hop/indie/experimental/weirdness that breaks so many production rules (samples of badly compressed MP3s, levels clipping all over the place) but sounds all the better for it.

Of course the problem with everything being available at the click of a button is that you get overwhelmed with choice. I think this decade I got something like cultural fatigue. I'm pretty sure Tim Heidecker and Gregg Turkington’s endlessly meta online show On Cinema should be my favourite thing ever, but I can’t be bothered to watch all one hundred hours of it. And you can’t dip into it because the joke is that it only really works if you watch all one hundred hours of it. Being told to stick with things because they’ll get better in the fifth series…? Can I not just watch Masterchef and have a lie down?

(I played the Olympia in Paris with Yann Tiersen in 2014!)

The other problem with making ‘best of’ lists is: do you choose albums because you love them or because of their cultural importance? Clearly the best album of the decade culturally was Kendrick Lamar’s To Pimp a Butterfly – an actual soundtrack to a civil rights movement, an album of astonishing power and viscerality. It’s a dense, difficult album full of brilliant songs. But you’re not always going to be in the mood to listen to it. You’re not always going to be in the mood to be challenged, or to be saddened that an album like that needed to be made!

Or should your album of the decade be the album you listened to the most? This would probably make sense since Spotify has taken over our listening habits and now insists on sending us our most played songs of the year, a cruel reflection of our exposed ids (for a Velvet Underground fan, I really listen to a lot of Bastille). Well, if we went by what Spotify suggested, one of the most successful artists of the decade would be ‘ambient rain noise’.

I believe that the truth is between. Some albums on my list I have listened to almost constantly, others I have only listened to once or twice, but they blew my head clean off when I did (Yeezus for example).

(My most played album of the decade was Benoît Pioulard’s Stanza I-III, released in three parts throughout 2015-6, probably because I listen to it most evenings to help me fall asleep. Beautiful melodic ambient drones, drenched in reverb and tape hiss. Er… just a bit!)

(I got to the finals of So You Think You’re Funny in 2017!)

While putting together this list, I thought I’d go back to the albums of the 00s list I wrote in 2009. Deerhoof aside, I kind of got snow blindness from reading it! Significantly, I didn’t even notice at the time that my list was made up almost entirely of white artists. Well, I do listen to a lot of morose indie, a genre not famed for its diversity. But this decade I feel that I have expanded my listening habits, and this should be reflected in my list. I hope it doesn’t look like when Rolling Stone do their best albums of all time and put What’s Going On in the top ten as a kind of afterthought (not even Marvin Gaye’s best album).

Who gives a hoot what I think, this is just a blogpost, it’s not like I’m writing for a major newspaper (although I do need a job if anyone’s reading this), but I think that, even on this platform, this is a really important albeit difficult thing to consider. If this decade is to be remembered for anything it’s that we all have a responsibility to promote diversity in our every action; the 2010s were a decade when the personal became political. It was the decade when it became prudent and necessary to notice things like the fact that I posted a list of my favourite albums and they were all made by white artists, even if it’s on a blogpost that no one reads.

It’s not just racist language and behaviour that must be challenged, we must also challenge the social subliminality and structuralism of racism. So yes, a best of the decade list with only white artists, that is part of the problem! Yes, maybe those were my favourite albums of the 00s, but to use a term that has become increasingly prominent this decade, we need to think of the optics.

Aren’t you overthinking this? Tying yourself in knots to sound woke? Well, voice in my head, you sound like a bit of a twat, as does anyone who uses the word ‘woke’ pejoratively.

Can’t you just list your favourite albums? Yes. But my point is: no conversation about culture takes place in a vacuum. Take Mark Kozelek, who topped my list last decade. Would I feel comfortable having him in my list this decade because of his appalling treatment of the excellent journalist Laura Snapes? Not that this would be an issue this decade because of the startling decline in Kozelek’s music. Who could have predicted that Kozelek would go from singing about love and grief with such incredible poignancy to mumble-rapping about buying furniture? (I have written at length about Mark Kozelek before.)

Anyway, I think the terrible state of the world has really affected my listening habits. Basically, life is horrible so I got into ambient music. Turning off the news and drifting off into a hypnogogic daze. What a luxury!

(From the opening sequence of Midsommar, my favourite film of the year. The murals were created by conceptual designer Ragnar Persson and art director Nille Svensson.)

This is the decade when I no longer collected music – as I switched from downloading from iTunes and buying CDs to streaming it felt like I went from active to passive. It was a decade where music became part of the background – Spotify playlists were engineered to be as bland and un-skippable as possible. So it’s been refreshing to see artists challenge this monotony: Michael Kiwanuka’s dense, conceptual KIWANUKA from this year, and Beyonce’s thrilling video albums.

(Do you ever listen to something like Otis Redding singing ‘Try a Little Tenderness’ and almost find it hard to believe that that really happened? That it was ever possible for someone so talented and charismatic to ever walk the earth? I got a similar feeling when I watched Homecoming. How lucky we are to have an artist like Beyoncé!)

(I played Green Man Festival in 2012 with Yann and, because Van Morrison wanted to go on first so he could get away early in his helicopter, we played after him on the main stage. So I can sort of say that Van Morrison supported me.)

(How dreadful to lose Mark Hollis and Scott Walker – and Neil Innes – this year. Whenever I have ten minutes to spare, if I’m waiting for a bus or something, I like to listen to ‘After the Flood’. Ten minutes of transcendence!)

(My favourite tweet of the decade.)

(A personal highlight of the decade for me was filling in at a gig at the 9.30 Club in Washington DC by playing ‘Lady in Red’ when Yann broke a violin string.)

Some specific musical highlights of the decade:

‘Sscending’, an extremely blissed out track by Acronym w/Korridor.

How good was ‘Video Games’? I mean really.

The production on this Nicki Minaj song is utterly fantastic.

I love the lyrically virtuosic Villagers song ‘Earthly Pleasure’.

‘Work’.

Anyway, I’m going to end this by quoting from one of my favourite songs of the decade, and like some dreadful character from a 00s pre-mumblecore indie romcom, it’s by The Shins.

Love’s such a delicate thing that we do With nothing to prove Which I never knew

Albums of 2019

Orange – Caroline Shaw/Attacca Quartet The Sacrificial Code – Kali Malone Xièxie – Celer Homecoming: The Live Album – Beyoncé Occam Ocean II – Éliane Radigue Requiem for Recycled Earth – James Ferraro Nonlin – Steve Hauschildt Tracing Back the Radiance – Jefre Cantu-Ledesma Cuz I Love You – Lizzo Chastity Belt – Chastity Belt House of Sugar – Alex G (Sandy) Tip of the Sphere – Cass McCombs Designer – Aldous Harding Psychodrama – Dave Titanic Rising – Weyes Blood Compliments Please – Self Esteem KIWANUKA – Michael Kiwanuka When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? – Billie Eilish Nothing Great About Britain – slowthai New Miami Sound EP – Twain MAGDELENE – FKA twigs Normal Fucking Rockwell! – Lana Del Rey STONECHILD – Jesca Hoop This Is How You Smile – Helado Negro I Was Real – 75 Dollar Bill PROTO – Holly Herndon uknowhatimsayin¿ – Danny Brown Fear Inoculum – Tool The Reeling – Brìghde Chaimbeul U.F.O.F. – Big Thief

(U.F.O.F. is my album of the year. It sounds like alchemy, music where trauma has been channelled into something beautiful.)

(I supported John Robins at the Apollo in October this year. Cool!)

Albums of the decade (which I might keep amending Life of Pablo style)

Sleep Like It’s Winter, Steamroom 44 & Simple Songs – Jim O’Rourke Love is the Plan, the Plan is Death – James Blackshaw Magma – Gojira (superb metal album) The Dream My Bones Dream – Eiko Ishibashi The Suburbs – Arcade Fire EARS – Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith Spark of Life – Marcin Wasilewski Trio & Joakim Milder Toumani & Sidiki – Toumani Diabaté & Sidiki Diabaté (please listen to ‘Lampedusa’) Closing – Victoria Hume (got me through a very difficult time) For Those Of You Who Have Never (And Also Those Who Have) – Huerco S. The Uncle Sold – Ed Dowie Witness – Katy Perry (really underrated!) Blonde – Frank Ocean Smoke Ring For My Halo – Kurt Vile Transparent Water – Omar Sosa & Seckou Keita The Curious Hand – Seamus Fogarty Reflection – Brian Eno Looping State of Mind – The Field Tomorrow’s Harvest – Boards of Canada Be the Cowboy – Mitski Volumes 1-4 – Kosmische Läufer Stateless – Dirty Beaches Bridge Music – Eerie Gaits Veteran – JPEGMAFIA V2.0 – GoGo Penguin Lemonade – Beyoncé Oh Holy Molar – Felix Get Your Hopes Down – Landslide Purist (I played on this album but I don’t care, it’s really good!) Beach Music – Alex G (Sandy) Phantom Brickworks – Bibio Chaleaur Humaine – Christine and the Queens Only Myocardial Infarction Can Break Your Heart – Matt Elliott Dust Lane – Yann Tiersen Black Metal – Dean Blunt The Harrow & The Harvest – Gillian Welch Yeezus – Kanye West Ruins – Grouper Kill All Children – Prison UK (sad music from the future) Age Of – Oneohtrix Point Never (more sad music from the future) Nothing Important – Richard Dawson Hidden & Field of Reeds – These New Puritans To Pimp a Butterfly & DAMN. – Kendrick Lamar Devil is Fine – Zeal & Ardor Divers – Joanna Newsom Stanza I-III & Hymnal – Benoît Pioulard alterum – Julie Fowlis Unfold – The Necks DAYTONA – Pusha T Golden Hour – Kacey Musgraves Olivia Chaney EP – Olivia Chaney Wit’s End, Big Wheel and Others & Mangy Love – Cass McCombs

(My favourite album of the decade is, unsurprisingly if you know me, Wit’s End by Cass McCombs, released in 2011. A perfect album of eight perfect songs. I still listen to it at least once a week and I don’t think it will ever lose its magic.)

#albums of the year 2019 #albums of the decade

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