Larry Tesler, inventor of the cut, copy, and paste commands, dies at 74
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We are pleased to welcome all fellow sonic researchers into our musical process, a process whereby we craft experimental pop songs out of improvised music and cut-up lyrics. When recording vocals, we typically rely on transcripts of our lyrical cutups, viewable either on mobile phones or a computer. Rare is the occasion when we read directly off the journal which contains our lyrics.
On October 2, 2022, however, we were faced by a broken laptop monitor. This fragmentation possessed an aesthetic beauty all its own and here it is for your viewing pleasure.
This session was slated to continue the work begun on August 21, 2022. This was—and, at the time of this writing, is still—our most recent recording session, and we were eager to build upon it by adding vocals to the piece.
As the music played, S.A. Morin chose four stanzas which established the lyrics that would fit atop the piece we had improvised six weeks prior. His selections were assemblages of words crafted by W. Ruiz on 2022.08.03, 2022.08.22, and 2022.09.30. An order was established and then the lyrics were pasted directly onto our journal.
The lyrics were then sung straight off the notebook. This approach gave the session a nostalgic air, closer in spirit to our earliest sessions in 2018 at the O'Higgins Laboratory of Recorded Sound. Impassioned vocal takes ensued as we began to build a pop song atop our musical improvisation. The performances were captured on video and photographed, mainly on a smartphone but also on a DSLR-styled superzoom camera.
Corduroy 73 remained dormant until March 12, 2023. It was on this date when Corduroy Institute convened to craft a mix from the original August improvisations and October vocals.
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Seeing the shit people say about Jews in the wake of the Israel-Palestine conflict when you’re Hindu is really just coming to the realisation that:
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the way we talk about jesse on here is so funny because it’s like “he’s the most tragic character in the history of television he’s our helen of troy our saint sebastian our mary magdalene” and we’re right. but then it’s like. it’s this guy. this is the guy we’re talking about
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typical trigger cutting a rare falin moment because they hate women (this is a joke) (they were absolutely flying through these chapters I do not blame them for very minor cuts)
anyways falin for the anime onlys
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been playing fallen order and the thought of cal staying in bracca for five years waiting for help that would never come destroyed me emotionally so here I give u these doodles I did to cope
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See you in hell.
[ID: A series of gifs from the Good Omens 2.2 minisode "A Companion to Owls."
Sitis looks disbelieving as she says, "…No. God wouldn't!" Crowley gives an exaggerated frown and replies, "Are you sure?"
Sitis looks horrified and says, "But they've done nothing! They're innocent!" Crowley nods impassively: "So were the goats." Sitis stares at him in horror.
In the cellar, Aziraphale looks back over his shoulder, seeming offended. "God's [side], of course!" Crowley reclines, raising his eyebrows and nodding. "Oh, really. Same God that wants me to whack the kids?"
Aziraphale looks very uncertain, and slowly says, "…Yes. But…" Crowley grins slowly, gesturing to Aziraphale and saying, "That's just how it started for me."
Back in the house, Sitis looks devastated and desperate. "If my children are dead, then… I will curse God, and—"
Crowley swings abruptly around the doorframe and rushes over to interrupt Sitis. "WHOA! That never ends well."
At the cliff's edge overlooking the sea, Aziraphale looks on the verge of tears but determined. "Well. I'm ready to go." Crowley asks: "Go where?" Aziraphale swallows. "To hell."
Crowley sits down on the rock and says, "I'm not taking you to hell, Angel." Aziraphale looks over at him, his tearful expression turning confused. "Why not?" Crowley replies mildly, "Well, I don't think you'd like it."
End ID.]
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todays herbarium story: new fucking way of dating things to confuse future archivists. someone wrote 66-1-3 as the date on a specimen. obviously i assumed 66 was the year and either the day was January 3rd or March 1st. put “1966” for the year in the file, marked as needing confirmation.
anyway one of the historical archivists went back and used the guys name to figure out about what month he confirmed it? and it was fucking 1866. the guy who cataloged it died in 1920.
i inadvertently handled a specimen thats older literally everyone i know and love and my only thought was mild irritation because it was dated weird.
we still dont know if it was found in January or March.
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