#jazz molecular

[scamaine]

Love the idea of a liminal Jazz. Just two deeply fucked up siblings

[dustedmagazine]

James Brandon Lewis Quartet — MSM Live (Intakt)

MSM Molecular Systematic Music - Live by JAMES BRANDON LEWIS QUARTET with Aruan Ortiz, Brad Jones and Chad Taylor

James Brandon Lewis’ molecular systematic music is an unfolding phenomenon. It begins with the tenor saxophonist’s self-directed study of molecular biology, an investigation into the building blocks of life itself. That study has inspired an abstraction of structural concepts into a book of tunes, which he then hands over to his Quartet. 

Molecular systemic music doesn’t necessarily result in music that overtly follows double helix pathways, or manifests a Cecil Taylor-like cellular organization. Its processes are invisible to the casual listener, and it’s entirely possible to relate to molecular systemic music at the more widely accessible levels of melody, rhythm, energy and emotion. Lewis’ background includes lengthy stints playing church music; he knows all about fostering an affective connection with people who aren’t concerned his with technique and methodology. But the quartet does use this system to make music that maintains a high level of cohesion while providing room for its musicians to manifest their dialogic and improvisational skills that delivers the interactive charge that draws listeners to jazz. 

That charge pulses throughout MSM Live. Recorded after a COVID-imposed layoff in Zurich, Switzerland, it is the third album by Lewis, pianist Aruán Ortiz, bassist Brad Jones, and drummer Chad Taylor, following two studio recordings that were also released by Intakt Records (it seems that Lewis likes to find homes for certain of his projects, and then let them grow there). That means that the energy here is fueled by all the emotions stirred by an overdue reunion. Spread across two CDs, one gets to hear the musicians sparking ideas back and forth across chasms of open space in almost synaptic fashion. On “Cesaire,” a tune named for a Haitian poet, Ortiz and Taylor toss dizzying keyboard runs and correspondingly intricate percussion sequences in each other’s direction. The exchange is not so much a call and response as an overlapping conversation, enacted while Jones lucks pithy figures that seem to complete both their phrases. Lewis cuts through their turbulent stream of sound, channeling the density of sheets-of-sound era Coltrane. 

A listener hearing this group for the first time will pick up certain antecedents. There’s Coltrane, of course and a bit of the David S. Ware Quartet’s layered wall of sound. But the musicians’ individual characters soon come into play. Ortiz applies his conservatory-schooled facility with classical material to quicksilver dynamic shifts, and introduces judicious dashes of Cuban vernacular. Jones and Taylor have been part of his band, as well this quartet; as a unit, they toggle easily between dense, collective creation and conventionally supportive, figure-and-ground relationships, such as Jones’ fluent extended solo on the ballad, “Loverly.” They aren’t just running their own show behind the boss’s back, though. They’re closely attuned to the requirements of Lewis’s music, as evidenced by their playing on “Neosha,” where they realize an exquisitely braided framework the saxophonist’s bold, imploring melody, and the darting elaborations that follow.

Bill Meyer

[satoshy12]

Tim was looking through on social media for a few days since he saw that Clone of Grayson in a group of students. The boy looked just like Dick, as he was young in the pictures; he had to be a clone. He was said to be a meta-student in his class. And Tim saw a video of the class doing clay pigeon shooting, but with trash.

"How do we clean the trash in our town" A group of students pressed plastic waste together as a green laser hit it. The camera showed Dick's clone or son doing it; with his hands, he just hit the trash, and it was gone to molecular level.

Wait, that boy looks like Dick but has Starfire powers? Interesting; he will look more up after his coffee. Maybe he finds this town, that doesn't exist on maps.

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Danny was having fun since he got powers in that "lab accident" in school. At least in school and town view, it's that way.

Mr. Lancer and Amity Park thought he got his meta genes, and his parents "teached" him to shoot the lasers. And he helped the town when he could, a very own hero without secrets is very liked. I mean they don't haev villains in amity park other a invasion once or twice a month.

It was kind of funny, but really? Jazz said maybe he has more powers than just energy projection and Solar/Ultraviolet Metabolization. Well Danny is leaving to spend time with Val, he can show her the Green heart in his energy manipulation.

[supercap2319]

"We knew each other in the 1920s, and you didn't tell me?" Y/N asked Stefan. He had been having strange dreams the past few days, and they always were of Y/N and Stefan. Taking place in a jazz club in the 20s. It made no sense, especially when Stefan kept calling Y/N "David."

Stefan looks at him. "We did. And I didn't know it at the time, but the person that I met in Chicago was your past life. David Gilbert."

"And judging from my memories, you slept with him–me–didn't you? You asked me if you were offending me, because you were being obnoxious."

"And you told me it would take more than a baby face like mine to offend you." Stefan chuckles.

"So, what were his powers? Did he sleep with Klaus too?"

"Cryokinesis. Molecular Deceleration. The power to summon fire. And yes. You–David Gilbert and I. We...we slept with Klaus." Stefan said.

"Well, there's no accounting for taste."

[imekitty]

Danny confronts his parents about the clones they've been experimenting on.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23

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"Have you heard from Vlad at all?"

Jack followed Maddie out of their bedroom and shut the door behind him. "Why would Vlad say anything to me?"

"He said he'd send a text when he finalized all the configurations for the new Danielle clones." Maddie looked at her blank phone screen. "I guess I'm just excited."

Jack's shoulders fell. He did not want to think about the new set of clones Maddie had ordered from Vlad.

They walked down the hall, past Danny's and Jazz's bedroom doors.

"Danny's home already," remarked Maddie as she held up an ecto-scanner. Danny's ecto-signature appeared in two locations on the screen, one in his bedroom and the other in the basement lab. "That's good, he really needs to get a good night's sleep. He's been going through a lot lately."

Jack held his tongue, knowing it was no use to remind her that she was the one orchestrating almost everything that had been happening to their son.

Down in the lab, clone 26 was lying on the main examination table right where they had left him earlier, wearing a hospital gown with his wrists and ankles secured in belted restraints. The clone stirred and groggily opened his eyes as Maddie approached. Jack hung back as he usually did. He hated this part, when the clone begged to be freed and Maddie told him no, no, he had to stay here and die.

The clone's eyes widened as Maddie hovered over him, her hood down and goggles up on top of her head. The clone began pulling against the belts, throwing his head wildly as he lifted his upper body off the table as far as he could. Maddie pressed one hand to his chest, forcing him back down.

"Sweetie, calm down," said Maddie, her voice hushed. "I know you're very confused and scared right now, but you're just going to hurt yourself if you struggle."

"What do you mean? What's going on?" The clone's breathing was erratic. "Why am I here? Mom? How did I get here?"

"We have a couple procedures planned for you tonight," said Maddie. "Just a couple, don't worry. Then we'll let you rest until tomorrow night."

The clone stared at her, all fight stopped for the moment. "Procedures?"

"Yes," said Maddie. "Because you're a ghost hybrid, and there is so much more about you that we want to learn."

The clone's eyes widened with shock and panic, as they always did. "You know I'm a ghost?"

"We do," said Maddie, taking the clone's hand in hers.

The clone's gaze moved to Jack. Jack looked away, squeezing and massaging his jaw with one hand.

"What are you going to do to me?" asked the clone, struggling more against the belts. "Why have you brought me here? You know I'm your son, don't you?"

"No, you're not," said Maddie.

The clone froze up. "I am. You know I am."

"No, honey, you're a clone," said Maddie, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "You're a nearly perfect clone of our son."

The clone stared at her in dumbfounded silence.

"We're going to tell you the truth before we start tonight's work," said Maddie. "You can ask any questions, and we'll answer them. You deserve that much, at least."

Jack grimaced. He hated when she included him like that, using the word "we" when he didn't want to be here at all. At this point, the only reason he continued to join Maddie in this cruel line of experimentation was to ensure she didn't take it too far.

Or at least, that was what he kept telling himself.

"The truth about what?" asked the clone.

"Your ghost powers," said Maddie. "The reason you're a ghost hybrid is because we configured the ghost portal to rearrange the molecular structure of your DNA."

"What—no, you wouldn't do that." The clone fiercely shook his head.

"We had to," said Maddie, her tone soothing. "You had the right DNA that could be stabilized after an ectoplasmic mutation. We tried looking for others, but you were the only one. We had no choice."

"No choice?" spat the clone. "Why did you need to turn me into a ghost at all?"

"For our research, sweetie. You know how crucial our research is."

"Crucial for what? How is this going to help anyone?"

"Oh, so many ways! Health care applications for improved surgery that uses invisibility instead of invasive scopes and expensive MRIs and CT scans, intangibility instead of incisions that can get infected. Military applications for super soldiers enhanced with ghost powers—"

"You can't be serious," said the clone. "You're experimenting on your own son so you can find ways to sell ghost powers to other people?"

"You are not our son," said Maddie. "You remember how Vlad attempted to clone you and created Danielle, right? Well, he didn't actually fail. We asked him to clone Danny so we could experiment on his clones without harming the real Danny." Maddie ruffled the clone's hair. "You are one of those clones, sweetheart."

The clone jerked his head away. "I'm not a clone."

"I know you don't believe it. You're not supposed to believe it," said Maddie. "You're supposed to believe you're the real Danny. That's the only way we can get the most accurate data for our research. And you want to help us with our research, don't you?"

"I'm not a clone." The clone shook his head. "Let me go, let me leave."

"We can't do that," said Maddie. "There can only be one Danny. You have to stay here, and you can't leave."

"I'm Danny," the clone insisted with tears in his eyes. "I am your son."

"Danny is upstairs in his room." Maddie pointed to the ceiling. "You're down here in the lab because you're his clone."

"No, you're wrong," said the clone. "I'm not upstairs. I'm here with you. I've always lived in this house with you."

"Sweetie, those memories you have of living here before today aren't real," said Maddie. "You didn't exist until this morning. You had never been to this house before until this afternoon when Vlad brought you here."

"They're real memories," asserted the clone. "I was hanging out with Dad in the lab earlier today when he showed me the Ecto-Dejecto."

Jack's brow creased. Yes, he did indeed show Danny the Ecto-Dejecto that very day so he could later use it to stabilize Danielle, but it was impossible for the clone to know that. The last time Vlad took an updated DNA sample from Danny was over a month ago. The clone's last memories should not and could not be this recent.

A sinking weight dropped deep into Jack's gut as he stared at the clone, noticing for the first time a scar right behind his ear, the same scar Danny had. But the clones were supposed to have unblemished skin, untouched and new.

The clone continued speaking, "And then I went to hang out with Sam and Tucker—"

"No, sweetie," said Maddie. "Those memories you have aren't real. The only reason you have them is because you're an almost perfect copy of the real Danny, including his memories."

"I am the real Danny."

"No, you're not."

"How can you say that? How can you know that for sure?"

The clone's expression was angry, something Jack had never seen before. The clones were usually frightened or hurt, not angry.

"How do you know I'm not the real Danny?" demanded the clone.

"Because of the tattoo on your arm," said Maddie. "Here, let me show you."

Maddie pulled up the right sleeve of the clone's hospital gown, just as she had done twenty-five times before. But there was nothing but skin, no tattooed 26 on the clone's upper arm that Jack definitely remembered seeing when Vlad first delivered the clone.

All blood drained from Jack's face as Maddie screamed and jumped back, her hand clamped over her mouth. Danny's angry expression broke into a wicked smile.

"I told you I was the real Danny," he said.

Maddie's other hand shot up over her mouth as she shook her head furiously. Jack was frozen in place, unable even to tremble.

Danny sat up, slipping out of all four belt restraints and jumping off the table onto the floor. He changed into his ghost form, black and white jumpsuit replacing the hospital gown.

"Did you really think I wouldn't figure it out?" he asked. "Did you really think you could make Vlad clone me twenty-six times and I would just never know?"

He started walking toward Maddie with slow steps. Maddie stepped back each time, still covering her mouth as she watched him come closer.

"Did you think I was too stupid to figure it out?" Danny paused, chuckling darkly. "I guess maybe you're right. I guess I was too stupid to figure it out. You were able to experiment on me and torture me and—and kill me twenty-five times and I was too stupid to realize it until now."

Maddie cowered, hunching her shoulders and covering more of her face with her hands.

"And you were going to kill me a twenty-sixth time tonight," yelled Danny. "And you—" He turned to Jack with a snarl. "You were just going to stand there and let her."

Jack held up his shaking hands in defense, but he could not think of a good reply. He could only meet Danny's hate-filled eyes, trying to somehow communicate just how sorry he was.

"You and Vlad both," muttered Danny. "You'll both just do anything for her, won't you? You'll even kill for her."

"Danny," Maddie gasped out. "Danny, listen, I'm sorry—"

"No, you're not sorry," roared Danny, turning and pointing an accusatory finger at her. "Don't say you're sorry. If you were sorry, you would've stopped a long time ago." He choked, his voice losing strength as he stifled a sob. "If you really cared about me—" He sucked in a deep breath. "If you really loved me, you would've never done this."

"Danny, I do love you." Maddie clasped her hands as tears streamed down her face. "So much."

"How can you say that?" demanded Danny. "How can you look me in the eyes after everything you've done to me and say that?"

His fists glowed with ectoplasmic light as he stomped toward Maddie, backing her up against a wall. Maddie whimpered and curled in on herself.

Jack stared at her, frozen with shock.

She was scared.

He had never seen her look so scared before. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever seen her show any sign of fear at all.

And Jack realized he was also afraid, because Danny could very easily kill both of them right now and they would be powerless against him.

His gut sank and twisted with the horror of what they had turned their son into.

"Danny, please," bleated Maddie. "I'm your mother."

"You're right, you are my mother." Tears began falling down Danny's face. "Which is why I can't believe you would do this to me. My life has been hell ever since I became—this." He used one gloved hand to gesture to himself, top to bottom. "Fighting ghosts, protecting the town—it's been painful and terrifying and exhausting."

Danny's tears were coming fast and hot now. Maddie continued to whimper while Jack stayed still.

"But I kept doing it because…I thought I had to," continued Danny. "I thought it was my fault that all of these ghosts were coming in through the portal and invading our town. But now I find out that…you did this to me. It was never my fault; you set me up to do it. You wanted me to do it—you were counting on me to do it."

Danny sobbed, covering his eyes with his hands as his body shook. Maddie looked at Jack, begging him for help. But Jack could only stare back.

"This whole time." Danny uncovered his eyes now swollen with ectoplasm. "You've been pulling strings, watching me like I'm a marionette in your sick puppet show. And you made me afraid of you. You pretended to hunt me down and you would actually shoot at me so I would believe that I really was a freak and I could never trust anyone with my secret."

Danny lowered his eyes, his face drenched with tears.

"You made me believe that I couldn't trust you, my own parents," he whispered. He then raised his eyes, which flashed green. "But I guess I was right about that after all, wasn't I?"

He came close to Maddie, raising both of his glowing fists. Maddie pressed her back to the wall and held up her hands in front of her face.

"Are you going to kill me?" blubbered Maddie.

Danny stared at her for a long, long time.

Then his fists opened, their green glow disappearing as his whole body relaxed.

"No," he said with a soft shake of his head. "Of course not. Because you are my mother."

Danny glanced up at the ceiling, more tears glistening on the lower edge of his eyes. He sniffled and brought his gaze back down to Maddie.

"I hate that my own mother could do this to me," Danny continued, his words strangled, "but I can't hurt you. Obviously you're more than willing to hurt me, but…I can't." His eyes hardened. "But I'm not letting you hurt me ever again. Whether it's the real me or a clone of me, I won't allow it."

Danny looked up at the ceiling again, but this time in a very particular direction, up toward his room. Jack took notice of the look, and he could see Maddie also noticed, her brows drawing together in scrutiny.

"Where is the clone?" Maddie's voice was suddenly much stronger as she straightened her back and stood taller. "Clone 26, where is he?"

Danny's eyes once again returned to her. He frowned but did not reply.

"Vlad delivered him this afternoon," said Maddie. "I saw the tattoo on his arm with my own eyes. Where is he now?"

Danny stiffened. "You don't need to know that."

"I do," said Maddie. "You won't let us experiment on any more clones, fine. We'll stop. But that clone cannot be allowed to exist."

Danny's eyes twitched, his jaw clenching.

"We have to kill him, Danny," said Maddie.

"No," said Danny with a firm shake of his head. "You are not going anywhere near him."

"We can't let a clone of you run around freely, Danny," said Maddie. "People would notice. How would we even explain that? It would only be a matter of time before the police or the Guys in White figure out that you're a ghost hybrid, and then you'd be taken away for far worse experimentation."

"Don't pretend like you care about what happens to me," spat Danny. "You just don't want them to find out what you've been doing."

"You know I'm right," retorted Maddie. "There can't be two of you."

"Then kill me." Danny held out his arms in offering. "Do it."

Maddie's mouth fell open. "Danny—no, I'm not going to kill you."

"Why not?" asked Danny. "If only one Danny is allowed to exist, then why does it have to be me?"

"Because you are Danny. The clone is no one."

"But isn't the clone a perfect copy of me? With all my memories?"

"Most, not all of them."

"He's good enough, isn't he?"

Danny glared at Maddie, still holding his arms out, ready and waiting for her to come at him. Maddie did not move, simply stared back in tense silence. Jack watched, wondering for a moment if she might actually do it, if she might actually grab an ecto-gun and blast a hole through Danny's chest.

Jack was ready to throw himself in front of Danny if she tried.

"The clone must die, Danny," said Maddie. "That's why he was created. That's his purpose."

"So now you think you can just assign people purposes?" asked Danny. "Does this sick little game make you feel like God?" Danny pressed a palm to his chest. "What's my purpose, Mom? Have I been giving you everything you wanted? Or am I a failed experiment now?"

Maddie narrowed her eyes. "The clone has to die, Danny."

Danny shook his head. "No."

"Danny."

"No."

Danny shot up into the air, soaring straight through the lab ceiling and disappearing. Maddie bolted toward the stairs to follow him.

"Maddie." Jack grabbed her arm before she could get too far up the stairs, forcing her to stumble back down onto the main floor.

"Jack." Maddie struggled in his grip. "Let me go, Jack."

Jack kept a tight hold on her, using all his strength to keep her from getting away. "Maddie, what are you planning on doing?"

"We have to kill the clone, Jack," said Maddie, sounding panicked. "We can't let Danny help him escape."

"But why? Why do we have to kill the clone?" asked Jack.

Maddie glared at him. "You know why. I shouldn't have to explain this to you."

"Maddie." Jack took hold of her other arm and forced her to face him. "But maybe we shouldn't, Maddie."

Maddie stopped struggling and became still, unblinking.

"Maybe we shouldn't kill the clone?" said Maddie. "Are you saying we should kill the real Danny? Like he asked us to? Remove the clone's tattoo and just rewrite our son with a copy?"

Jack balked and slacked his grip on her arms, but she did not try to break away.

"The clone's earliest memories will be from a few weeks ago." Maddie nodded as she spoke. "Clone 26 won't remember any of this. We could continue our experiments and Vlad could continue creating new clones and we'd just have to be more careful and watch the new Danny a lot more closely, make sure he never discovers the truth again—"

"Would you listen to yourself?" Jack shouted in her face. "Are you fucking insane? We are not going to kill the real Danny just so you can keep fucking with his clones."

He shook her, causing her head to snap back, her eyes wide as she stared up at him, frozen.

"It's over, Maddie," yelled Jack. "It has to be over now."

Maddie stayed frozen a little longer. Jack waited for her to move, to respond in some way, never letting go of her arms.

"You're right," murmured Maddie. "He's my baby. I carried him inside of me—he was part of me for nine months. The clone was never part of me no matter how much he looks and acts like the real Danny. I can't kill my boy, never."

She started crying. Jack felt a twinge, a strange urge to comfort her even though he knew she didn't deserve it.

"But the clone still has to die, Jack." Maddie used the heel of her hand to wipe her eyes and locked her gaze with Jack's. "And you know it."

Jack stared back at her, the scientist inside of him activating. Because as much as he hated to admit it, he did know it. The clone was an abomination, an affront to the natural order, an entity that was never supposed to exist in the first place.

And Danny himself would be in danger of being discovered and taken away if the clone was allowed to exist as its own person.

Yes, the clone did have to die. It was the only way to protect the real Danny.

And the only way to stay out of prison.

Jack loosened his hold on Maddie and watched as she ran up the stairs, numb and empty.

And then he breathed deep and ran up after her.

Just one last time. One final murder.

Part 25

[darkodomain]

CHAPTER 7 :: Yes I'm Changing

" “We’ve spent the last couple of weeks collecting data to do an updated formal reading of Phantom’s ectosignature–”

Danny inhaled so sharply, the rest of his pancake lodged in his throat and he started to choke. Jazz hurried to slap him on the back a few times until Danny was able to swallow. He cleared his throat and leaned his elbows on his thighs, squinting at his parents from where he sat on the counter through the tears in his eyes.

“You’re doing what? Why!?”

As conspicuous as his choking fit must’ve been, Danny’s parents seemed the furthest thing from suspicious–perhaps they really were that tired. “The last time we encountered Phantom personally there was something different about him. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I lost sleep over it,” mom said, accepting an empty plate from Jazz and proceeding to stack it with pancakes. Danny tried to ignore the look Jazz shot him over her shoulder.

Danny remembered that encounter quite clearly. He, too, had lost sleep over it, primarily because every time he’d closed his eyes, the nightmares would remind him just how close his mother had come to blasting a hole straight through his chest.

“So he got a new haircut,” Danny said lightly, trying to chuckle convincingly, “What’s so interesting about that?”

His comment did earn a short but genuine laugh from mom. “Good one, sweetie! But you know ectoplasmic entities’ physical forms don’t have the molecular stability to hold alternate appearances on a permanent basis.”

She said it with the air of a mother reminding their toddler that dinner comes before dessert.

“So what have you figured out from your research, mom?” Jazz interjected, giving Danny a hard glare that clearly said don’t patronize them or it’ll just make things worse . "

[burdenedchaos]

Cont. from | x | @shieldagentnatasharomanoff

Her hand shot out grabbing the stick as muscle memory and survival instinct took over. She pulled the stick towards her and kicked his hand surprisingly forceful, then rolled back in one swift movement and rose to her feet, ready to fight. Everything molecular aspect of her body hurt as if they had just been disintegrated, shaken really hard and then sutured back together with a live wire, Electricity still burst through her hands and legs giving them an unsteady tremor as she breathed in a shaky breath. To her relief it didn't hurt to breathe. Her ribs were fine, her legs could support her weight and while everything was painful nothing seemed to be amiss with her physical condition. Her mind however... Everything about this place felt wrong, the ruinous picture of plants, items, buildings, treasures, strewn around them, partly covered in sand, falling apart and left for dead. Some seemed familiar, like the strangely dressed Loki in front of her. There was an unnatural glow in the distance, stormcloud building and vanishing in serpentine movements that made her want to run the oposite direction. Right, Natasha told herself, taking another breath to refocus. Even the air tasted wrong. She needed to calm down, so she looked around pin pointing five things she could see: the stick, grass, an orange colored gem, leather boots, a random broken nunchuck, then she moved on to five things she could feel: a cool breeze, the familiar feel of her kevlar tac-suit, sand crusted on her face and hands, an uncomfortable tug of branches in her hair. On to the biggest issue right in front of her... the menace in front of her. "Loki. Where the hell are we?" Her stance didn't change, guarded, secure, ready to fight or flight at any second, but she needed to get her bearings and she knew beyond a doubt: Loki was dangerous... given her experiences, but he did care about survival.

"Ah ha! See? Now that's more like it! Certainly not dead." The Trickster released the stick when he felt it being pulled, though not before his hand suffered a quick and forceful kick from the stranger. He shook out the digits, curling and uncurling the appendages a few times to check for any damage before he moved to brush imaginary dust from himself--allowing his new companion the moment to take in the sights of ruin strewn about them and take a quick calculation of her being. Everyone experienced regaining themselves after being pruned in different ways; and he had more than enough time to afford to let her adjust. That certainly wasn't something that everyone out in the Void would do!

"You know of me?" Lips curled at that, the scars catching at the motion before he brought a painted nail up, tapping thoughtfully. His green gaze looked her up and down, something itching just at the back of his thoughts. "You are strikingly familiar but I just can't seem to place why."

Perhaps it would hit him with some more thought. Or a name to match with the face.

"I'm afraid I don't have the informational brochure on me so spare me too many pressing questions. Ahem. Welcome--!" He gestured to the wasteland surrounding them, hands waving out in an exaggerated showmanship of Jazz hands. "To the Void!"

A brief pause was given before his hands dropped back to his sides. "The literal dumping grounds of the TVA. Anything that gets poked or prodded by the wrong end of their fancy orange rods ends up here--what's that saying? Out of sight out of mind? It's quite like that."

[cheezygoddess]

In reference to the WIP post, I wanna hear about your Library Ghost story. 👀👀

[i am eepy and on my phone plz forgive typos autocorrect etc]

That's a fun one! It's dead on main (Danny/Jason Todd) and was gonna be fluffy and I suppose still might be. I wrote a real angsty bit with Bane that needed a home and it's here atm

But that's not the au!

The au is 'Danny and Jason use the same library and Danny thinks Jason is a ghost haunting this library' so Danny brings him books in thanks. Jason is not actually a ghost and might not even be a halfa idk yet, the Waynes are famous for being rich and having drama (usually stuff they act out for the lulz to keep their cover as being too ridiculous to be vigilantes)

Jason died and came back but when he put a bomb on the batmobile he not only didn't detonate it, he realized he just wants to go to college and *live* so he comes back and does exactly that.

Danny is of course being ghost polite and at first Jason assumes he's trying to ingratiate himself or even stalk him but nah. Danny just brings him seemingly random books then goes off to do his thing (use textbooks because he likes hardcopies and he's not paying for books he'll never use again)

And then Danny gives him a really really old copy of Emma by Jane Austen and he accidentally info-dumps in excitement. He's embarrassed after but Danny has been kinda worried that this ghost isn't talking about books, why else is he haunting the library? But after that thinks he's finally found why this library Ghost is here so he now brings Jason random Jane Austen things (usually books) and chills with Jason while he goes off on whatever his gift was or reminds him of.

Jason decides Danny is alright and asks him out for coffee/tea. Danny only realizes he's not a ghost at the coffee shop and is embarrassed. They date. End [jazz hands] unless I put the thing with bane here, then they date, bane shows up and hurts Jason, Danny overshadows bane and (currently) turns him in (while phasing through things badly and getting shit stuck in Banes body at a molecular level on the way there)

I have written actual stuff for this but, eepy, so gnight

[unhingedwomandiaries]

I'm at the shops, killing time before work, searching for superglue for the hubs. That's when I spot it: the first book in that viral series everyone's banging on about. Library won't touch it, ebook's £27 (daylight robbery), but the paperback's a reasonable £3.50. Sold.

I flick through the pages, checking the writing style, font, all that jazz. Then, I'm standing there, muttering "Oh bloody hell" like a lunatic. The font's microscopic. 5-point type, max. I'm talking "Oreo nutrition label" small.

Is this a kid's book for toddlers with X-ray vision? Or some secret society's experiment to prove we're living in a holographic universe where words are readable at a molecular level? I snap a pic, text it to the hubs: "Font look crazy small to you?" Need a second opinion, pronto.

Hubs' response? "Looks normal." Normal?! Has he gone blind?! Each letter's the size of a bloody amoeba! I'm already rocking 24-point font on my Kindle; next, I'll need giant, first-grade textbooks to decipher words.

Something's off. Either the world's gone bonkers, printing books for ants, or I'm losing my sight and everyone's too polite to mention it. Either way, this ain't reading right.

[burlveneer-music]

Mildlife - Return To Centaurus - at last, some new material; harking back to Alan Parsons Project's I Robot

‘Return to Centaurus’ marks the band’s first new material since the release of their lauded, ARIA Award-winning 2020 second studio album Automatic. Opening with droning synths and a wall of horizontal, Kraftwerk-esque vocoders, ‘Return to Centaurus’ evolves from psychedelic space rock into a gloriously hook-heavy acid funk meltdown over the course of its ten minute-long trip time. Luxuriating in loping, velvet-draped bass lines, sparkling, funk-laced guitar riffs and intricate, morphological percussion, it distils Mildlife’s unwavering adoration for the beguiling realms of 70’s psychedelic and cosmic sounds, owing as much to Sun Ra and Alice Coltrane as it does Ennio Morricone and Giorgio Moroder. Channelling its astral namesake - home to the closest two stars to earth, Proxima and Alpha Centauri - ‘Return to Centaurus’ conjures up images of nature which are not so much earth-bound as they are more lofty and grandiose whilst simultaneously more molecular and microscopic. Here, Mildlife’s exploratory, star-hopping cosmo-jazz feels completely in tune with the universe, from the most gargantuan of supergiants to the most miniscule of mitochondria. It suggests that the thread between the two is always there, invisible but omnipresent and not as far as you might think, just waiting to be given expression. Infinite, boundless and palatial, ‘Return to Centaurus’ feels sweeping enough to house the birth of entire universes; it represents Mildlife stepping boldly into the unknown - and invites us to do the same. Mildlife are Adam Halliwell, Kevin McDowell, Jim Rindfleish and Tom Shanahan Return to Centaurus was written & produced by Mildlife Artwork by Tom Shanahan / Confetti Studio

[notasfilosoficas]

“Algunos se preocupan de que la inteligencia artificial pueda hacer que nos sintamos inferiores, pero entonces cualquiera en su sano juicio debería sentir complejo de inferioridad cada vez que mirase una flor”

Alan Kay

Es un informático estadounidense nacido en Springfield Massachussets en mayo de 1940, se le considera uno de los pioneros en la programación orientada a objetos, y creador de sistemas de interfase gráfica de usuario.

Alan fue un niño prodigio, que aprendió a leer a la edad de 3 años, era de esos niños que nacieron con un libro bajo el brazo y como él mismo decía “Tuve la suerte o la desgracia de aprender a leer con fluidez a partir de la edad de tres años. Así que había leído tal vez 150 libros para cuando llegué a 1er grado. Y ya sabía que los maestros me estaban mintiendo”.

Alan también es un ávido y dotado músico guitarrista y tecladista, con un especial interés por los órganos barrocos. Fue músico profesional de jazz y rock and roll.

Alan siguió muy de cerca las investigaciones del inventor estadounidense Douglas Carl Engelbart, creador entre otras cosas del “ratón” como interfase para interaccionar con la computadora, el hipertexto y las computadoras en red.

Se licenció en matemáticas y Biología Molecular en la Universidad de Colorado y como maestro y doctor en la Universidad de Utah en los años sesenta. Trabajó junto con Ivan Sutherland pionero del internet y considerado “padre de la computación gráfica”.

Kay trabajó en el Centro de Investigación de Palo Alto (PARC) para la compañía Xerox en 1970, desarrolló los primeros prototipos de estaciones de trabajo en red, usando el lenguaje de programación Smalltalk. Estas investigaciones dieron origen a la comercialización de los primeros computadores Apple en el Apple Macintosh.

Se le considera junto con otros miembros del centro de investigación PARC de Xerox, padre de la “Programación orientada a objetos” y el “Dynabook”, lo que permitió sentar las bases de los ordenadores portátiles y las tablets PC actuales, así como arquitecto de los sistemas actuales de ventanas de interfaz grafica de usuario.

En aquel entonces el proyecto “Dynabook” pretendía ser un ordenador para niños de todas las edades, del cual solo se llegaron a realizar maquetas de cartón, pero que se podía describir como lo que ahora es una notebook, o computadora tableta PC.

A partir de 1984, Kay trabajó en Apple Computer hasta que Steve Jobs cerró el departamento de I+D, uniéndose a Walt Disney Imagineering, continuando en Hewlett-Packard hasta 2005.

Actualmente, Alan Kay imparte cátedras sobre ideas, conocimiento y aprendizaje no tradicional al frente de un instituto de investigación, así como a la impartición de conferencias en Ted Talk.

Fuentes: Wikipedia, historiadelatabet.blogspot.com, hipertextual.com

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 5.14

Beer Birthdays

Dan Carey (1960)

John Martin (1960)

Mark Cabrera (1964)

Bryan Simpson (1967)

Brian Stechschulte (1977)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Sidney Bechet; jazz saxophonist (1897)

Bobby Darin; singer (1936)

Thomas Gainsborough; English artist (1727)

George Lucas; film director (1944)

Robert Zemeckis; film director (1951)

Famous Birthdays

Archie Alexander; African-American mathematician (1888)

Sophie Anderton; model, actor (1977)

Francesca Annis; English actress (1945)

Diane Arbus; photographer (1923)

Pierre Victor Auger; French physicist (1899)

Jay Beckenstein; jazz saxophonist (1951)

Antonio Berni; Argentinian artist (1905)

Kate Blanchett; actor (1969)

Hal Borland; journalist (1900)

Jack Bruce; rock bassist (1943)

David Byrne; rock musician (1952)

Al Ciner; pop-rock guitarist (1947)

Anne Clark; English singer-songwriter and poet (1960)

Tom Cochrane; Canadian singer-songwriter (1953)

Eoin Colfer; Irish author (1965)

Earle Combs; baseball player (1899)

Sophia Coppola; film director (1971)

Miranda Cosgrove; actor, singer (1993)

Richard Deacon; actor (1922)

C.C. DeVille; rock guitarist (1962)

Billie Dove; actress (1903)

William Emerson; English mathematician (1701)

Richard Estes; artist (1932)

Gabriel Daniel Fahrenheit; German inventor (1686)

Alfredo Gobbi; Argentine tango musicians and composer (1912)

Robert Greene; author (1959)

Rob Gronkowski; football player (1989)

Roy Halladay; Toronto Blue Jays/Philadelphia Phillies P (1977)

Heloise; helpful hints columnist (1919)

Steve Hogarth; English singer-songwriter (1956)

Peder Horrebow; Danish astronomer (1679)

Danny Huston; Italian-American actor (1962)

Mike Inez; American rock bassist (1966)

Dub Jones; R&B bass singer (1928)

Alexander Kaufmann; German poet (1817)

Otto Klemperer; orchestra conductor (1885)

Nicholas Kurti; coined term “molecular gastronomy” (1908)

Rudolf Lipschitz; German mathematician (1832)

Norman Luboff; choir director (1917)

Skip Martin; bandleader, composer (1916)

Clay Matthews III; Green Bay Packers football player (1986)

Henry McGee; English actor (1929)

Wim Mertens; Belgian composer (1952)

Tony Pérez; Cuban-American baseball player (1942)

Al Porcino; jazz trumpeter (1925)

Walter Rehberg; Swiss pianist and composer (1900)

Tim Roth; actor (1961)

Amber Tamblyn; actor (1983)

Thomas Wedgwood; English photographer (1771)

Mark Zuckerberg; Facebook founder (1984)

[dustedmagazine]

James Brandon Lewis/Red Lily Quartet — For Mahalia, with Love (Tao Forms)

Photo by Henri Selmer

For Mahalia, With Love by James Brandon Lewis / Red Lily Quintet

James Brandon Lewis reconvenes the Red Lily Quintet—with Kurt Knuffke on cornet, Chris Hoffman on cello, William Parker on bass, and Chad Taylor on drums—for a set inspired by songs associated with Mahalia Jackson, the towering figure in gospel music in the previous century. The group develops the brief melodies of these traditional devotional tunes into vehicles for improvisation and exploration, creating a joyful noise that celebrates Jackson and also recalls the exploration of themes associated with the Black church by Charles Mingus, Albert Ayler and Roland Kirk.

In some cases, such as “Swing Low” and “Wade in the Water,” the source material is readily apparent while in others it is less so. The set begins appropriately and gently with Lewis’s adaptation of one of Jackson’s signature songs, “His Eye Is on the Sparrow,” which provided the name for a radio show that she hosted in the 1950s and with which she wowed the 1958 Newport Jazz Festival. Lewis’s phrasing well captures Jackson’s meditation on a tune that, like the rest of those here, is beautiful in its simplicity rather than showy.

The quintet was rock-solid on its first outing, Jesup Wagon (2021), and is even more together this time around. Parker is, predictably, outstanding here, delving deep into the music whether soloing, as on “Go Down Moses” and the first minute of “Elijah Rock,” or providing bedrock support throughout. Hoffman’s cello often blends with Parker’s bass, somewhat like the dynamic between the two bassists in some of Coltrane’s bands. Knuffke once more serves as the perfect foil for Lewis as they alternately trade leads and blend their voices. His solo on “Deep River” well exemplifies his approach, building on the foundation established by Lewis before him, he ranges from flutters to searching cries consistent with the funereal theme of the song. Taylor, along with Parker, holds everything together, being equally effective in delivering frantic rolls, as on “Were You There,” and hand percussion, as on “Calvary,” and there are numerous satisfying moments when he and Parker lock in, such as the last couple minutes of “Elijah Rock”

Lewis’s ever-deepening mastery of the tenor is naturally on full display here. His playing, like this recording, delves into the history of jazz without ever sounding formulaic with a tone that is simultaneously ancient and cutting-edge. Here, his horn transforms into the voice of the great gospel singer, channeling as well the voices that she was influenced by and that influenced her.

Those who purchase the CD or vinyl versions can hear Lewis’s playing in a different context on a live recording of his composition for sax and strings with the Lutoslawski Quartet. Titled These Are Soulful Days, the piece interweaves themes from the spirituals and thus serves as a companion to the Red Lily Quartet recording. This fresh context for Lewis’s vision unfolds through the tranquil and plaintive “Prologue – Humility” and four movements to “Epilogue – Resilience.” The movements interweave more and less recognizable phrases from the gospel songs, particularly the dramatic eruption of “Wade in the Water” in Movement III, while “Epilogue” gets fairly noisy and atonal. An encore concludes the set in the form of a lyrical solo sax performance of “Take Me to the Water.”

For Mahalia, with Love, like Jesup Wagon and Lewis’s “Molecular” releases, is fairly high-concept, but the music is spunky and easy to enjoy, with plenty of groove and intensity. The bare nature of the source melodies is well-suited to jazz exploration (as successive generations of musicians have discovered). Lewis is still too young to be considered a jazz elder statesman (and national treasure), but he is steadily building a body of work and a perspective commensurate with that status.

Jim Marks

[aikoiya]

Exactly! My preferred avenue!

Even better if you treat Maddie & Jack as individuals with their own personal experiences, traumas, & biases regarding ghosts & their reasoning behind their views.

For me, I tend to hc Jack as being the one who would be quickest to change his beliefs & that Maddie would take longer.

Yes, Jack's egotistical, but I see him as being he's egotistical in a very similar way to how Papyrus from Undertale is also egotistical. In that, he holds himself in high regard & sees himself as great, but he also sees those he loves & cares for in the same way.

Meanwhile, I see Maddie as much more stubborn & biased in her beliefs, but this is partially due to the Flynn Walker thing.

Flynn Walker being a reimagining of Flynn Fenton from the Butch Hartman pictures where Jack & Maddie had another son named Flynn, who was kidnapped by ghosts as a kid. In this re-imagining, Flynn is instead Jack & Maddie's nephew & son of Alicia Walker & her now ex-husband. They'd been visiting the Fentons at the time & Jack was supposed to be watching the kids while Maddie, Alicia, & her husband were out getting something.

But, when Jack wasn't paying attention, Flynn was stolen away by ghosts who took him into the Ghost Zone through the still unfinished portal.

Naturally, Alicia blamed Jack, which is why she hates him in the show. This was also the event that would put strain on Alicia & her husband's relationship until they divorced.

I tend to hc that this plus other traumatizing experiences as a child would cause Maddie to have a bigger grudge against ghosts than Jack. In other words, I see her as a tragic bigot. A bigot as a result of past trauma regarding the subject in question.

I think that she'd initially be very resistant & stubborn about this, but if given imperical proof that Danny Phantom was Danny Fenton, that they were not separate entities, that he wasn't possessed... then she would reluctantly believe it, but it would also cause her world to sort of go topsy-tervy inside her own head until she could rationalize her own mental dissonance.

In my mind, one way to go about such would be for her to use the Fenton Ghost Catcher on him, then immediately uses the Thermos on Phantom.

Now, obviously, Fenton would want Phantom back, but Maddie would essentially say that it was for his own good before hiding the Thermos away.

... But I honestly don't think that this is something sustainable. Because, as we see in the show, they aren't just separated physically. It also affects both halves' personalities.

Also, keep in mind that we don't ever see them at 2 separate individuals for longer than that one episode.

So, it's entirely possible that their health might begin to deteriorate the longer they are 2. And, eventually, both may even die completely without the other.

Think the end of Steven Universe where his Gem is removed from him.

Something like that, but slower.

And, because of this, I also think that Fenton would likely be missing a bunch of biologically necessary components or that they would be unstable now due to how very integrated ectoplasm was into his DNA. Remember, "hiw molecules got all rearranged."

So, I imagine that everything else in him all the way down to his molecular makeup was likely altered, too.

And, it would likely get to the point where Maddie & Jack had to examine him to understand just... why? Possibly even thinking that maybe there was still ectoplasm left that, without Phantom there to control it, was poisoning their boy.

But they would find that he was back down to normal levels of ectocontamination for an Amity Parker which shouldn't have any affect on him at all.

So why was he deteriorating?

And the pressure & worry & fear for his life would begin to mount until Jazz & Danny's friends put on a heist to free Phantom.

Like, maybe they get one of Danny's ghost allies to distract the Fentons by making them think that they were going to hurt Danny & while they were distracted with protecting their son, the Team would actually save him.

Only to find that Phantom... wasn't doing okay...

Like... imagine Dani & the other clones. He's destabilizing, but... like... it's more like he's fading & evaporating & falling apart at once... Like he's losing cohesion...

Almost seeming to dissolve into mist before reconstituting himself. They can barely touch him & he's so very quiet. He looks like a gaunt Victorian child stricken with the plague. Not to mention his hollow cheeks making him look like he hasn't eaten in years & the dark circles under his exhausted eyes.

So, Sam, in a fit of brilliance, gets the Fenton Fishing Pole & ties the line around Phantom's waist to pull him towards Fenton.

But as they get close, Jack & Maddie return to see... They've never really seen anything like this before.

There are angry questions & fearful attempts to protect, but then Danny... he whispers, "Mom..." & then Phantom looks up, his eyes beginning to lose their glow, fading like to reveal a hauntingly familiar, but now clouded over, empty & faded blue. And he finishes, "...I'm scared..." The echo in his voice, now gone, leaving him to sound exactly like their son. And at that moment, the Danny in the bed let out one final sigh & goes completely still...

And, that was when the ghostly glow that Phantom normally had also began to blink out of existence to show raven hair & a now horrifyingly familiar white hazmat suit with black accents, the left arm fried to a crisp. The... phantom? Lifts the arm tiredly to look at his hand in confusion. Revealing a burning circle in the center of his palm with the word 'ON' underneath it as though seared into his flesh. As though only mildly surprised, he gives a quiet, breathy, "Oh..." before starting to fall forward slowly as his form faded away like a puff of smoke dissipating in the wind to leave a glowing orb to tink against the ground with a sound not unlike that of a glass wind chime.

It's glow seemed to flicker & fade.

Shaking with wide-eyes, they all turn to look at the Danny in the bed, Maddie surging forward to try & shake him awake, before reaching up shakily to feel for a pulse...

...

..

.

... "Nothing..." She whispered in shock & horror, quiet tears coming to her stricken eyes.

That was when Jack gently, but insistently pushed Maddie out of the way & began to perform CPR on his son. "Come on..." He pushed down on his chest, eyes shiny with tears.

The kids were... they were panicking! Sam was hyperventilating as she clutched the orb in her hands, holding it to her chest protectively as she mumbled, desperately that it was still flickering so he had to still be there while Tucker was frantically searching his PDA on how to restart a person's heart without a defibrillator & Jazz seemed to be going over ways to get the "his Core" back inside him at a frenzied pace, her eyes darting around wildly as though literally seeing the options in front of her before dismissing one after the other.

The world around her began to darken & close in around Maddie as her reality narrowed down to this singular point in time.

What did they do? What did they DO!?

She trembled, frozen as she too began to hyperventilate.

Jack's voice was getting frantic. "Come one! You're a Fenton, Dann-o! You're... You're a hero! You can do anything!"

Tucker began chattering about how if they could restart his heart within the next 10 minutes, they might be able to push Danny & his Core through the Merge side of the Ghost Catcher to put them back together!

That was when Jack stood up straight, looked at Maddie, & realizing what was happening, something shifted in him as he grabbed her upper arms & got up close to look her dead in the eye. "Mads, look at me. Dann-o needs us. I'm gonna go juryrig a pair of d-fibs, but I need you to keep doing CPR or we might lose him for good." He was strangely calm & gentle, but firm & insistent.

At his words, Maddie's eyes seemed to focus again, shifting to look at him & take in his words before, with a shaky breath, she nodded, brows furrowed as those steal nerves of hers snapped back into place.

With that, Jack gave a slightly cracked thousand watt smile before telling the kids to get a few things as he rand to get his tools.

In the end, they manage to get Danny's heart started & his lungs pumping again, but it was weak & halting.

And, almost in response to his renewed life, the orb's glow became stronger, but was still weak & flickered like a candle close to going out.

The kids began to urge them to have put Danny & the "Core" through the Ghost Catcher, but she was still resistant. So, Sam snapped, telling the Fenton woman to look for herself as she marched up to Danny with the orb & held it close to him.

Maddie & Jack jerked forward to try & stop her, but Jazz yelled at them to look at Danny.

... And they did... & he suddenly... looked so much healthier & the orb was glowing brighter & more steady in it's rhythm. More like, "A heartbeat?" Maddie asked in slight awe at how it seemed to pulse in perfect sync with the beeping of Danny's heart on the monitor.

"They're 2 pieces of the same whole. They can't survive without the other."

So, Jack picked his son up & yelled to get to the Ghost Catcher as he booked it. They all rushed down, Maddie looking to Jazz & asking if she was sure that this would work, who responded with, "what else can we do?"

Anyway, they turn on the Ghost Catcher & Sam places the orb in the fold of Danny's arms. Then, with a hesitant look at his wife who just wanted her baby back, Jack pushed his son through the Merge side where Danny was caught by Maddie.

The orb gone & Danny with a much healthier color to him & his breathing now deeper, though still unconscious & very weak & sickly looking.

...

Sorry, when I see a really good idea, sometimes I just can't stop myself.

But yeah, I definitely think there'd be a degree of "you're the exception because you're half human & not dead" to Maddie's behavior afterwards if not both.

Though, I also think that once he knew that Danny was alright, Jack would go back to his old self & would very excitedly begin to brainstorm inventions to help his son to fight & catch ghost better.

Though, I also think that it'd take a lot of adjusting as I see Jack tending to start talking about experimenting on ghosts only to then add Danny & go, "Oooh... sorry Dann-o..."

i get why so many fics have either good reveal or bad reveal for the fenton parents, but consider: the infinite expanse of "its complicated"

they see danny as an exception (because he isnt really a ghost!)

they believe him but disregard what that means for him, supportive in theory but not in practice (sure he is a half-ghost, but why does he have to [insert ghostly thing here]?)

they dont believe that he is a ghost but do believe that something happened and want to help, however the way they try to help is questionable. (if danny was suffering from delusions [he isnt], they would be playing into them. they [think] they know it isnt real, but believe that indulging him is better than any other option)

they believe him and support him, but that doesnt change that they are bad parents regardless and therefore neglect their children. if asked they have completly changed their view on ghosts, but now they have so much more to study and are around even less as a result. maybe they only interact with their children for research purposes.

or they dont belive or support him, but do their best to be attentive and loving parents. maybe they have convinced themselves of a different explanation (the fanon liminal lore perhaps). while they protect and love danny, they disregard what he says and undermine his experiences.

thats just some situations i could think of right now.

[biotech-news-feed]

The pharma will work with Triana Biomedicines on molecular glue degraders. Elsewhere, Akeso raised $250 million and a MASH drug developer got a well-known board chair. #BioTech #science

[lyticsolutionsllc]

How Protein G Magnetic Beads Facilitate Advanced Antibody Purification

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Consistency is key in the world of research. To avoid any "oops" moments, maintain detailed protocols, standardize procedures, and QC like a boss. By keeping your methods on point, you'll be the antibody purification maestro in no time.

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