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Craphound has posted a letter from Amazon that tells customers they have bought a root kit infected disc and offers to take 'em back. No obfuscation, no whiny excuses about "bad customers"—just direct action.
Freedom To Tinker is now reporting that the removal tool for Sony's SunComm, ummm, "protection" leaves systems vulnerable to outside interference. Another cure worse than the disease.
"John says you need to stop putting women on pedestals."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes."
"Hmm."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes."
"Hmm."
I nod. I'm not sure I like where this conversation's going.
"And I think he's got a point."
I'm trying not to pay attention.
Elizabeth grabs her Sharpie and slashes invisible blue marks in the air, highlighting the words as they leave her mouth:
I (slash) think (slash) he's (slash slash) got (slash) a (slash) POINT (slash slash slash!).
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Because you know what happens when you put a woman on a pedestal?"
"…
Partch was a musical iconoclast who created his own theory of music, a 64-tone scale, and instruments that could play the sounds he imagined. Performances of his music incorporate drama, which is heightened by the beauty of his instruments.
This website includes pictures of the instruments, Partch's explanations of them, and illustrative examples. Very addictive.
Thanks, JON.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the Sashimi Tabernacle Choir! Over 250 computer controlled lobsters, bass, trout, catfish, and sharks perform your musical favorites.
The Drumometer finally gives us an instrument capable of measuring the world's fastest drummer. What a relief.
No, not the disease, the band. Jon Iverson introduced me to them on Friday and I can't stop listening to Escape From Dragon House. What do they sound like? Sort of Asian/African fusion, mixed with a heavy dose of Farfisa irony, and a splash of spaghetti-Western surrealism. In other words, probably the next Quentin Tarantino soundtrack.
Something was happening. Something I didn't want to tell you about.
But, here, I'll tell you now:
I came home one day, sat down, and pressed Play. The music, however, didn't thrill me like I thought it should. I remembered that first night with the system, and how the music seemed so alive and real, how it jumped into the room with me and danced around, challenging me to follow. Now, only a week later, it just didn't seem so hot anymore.
In fact, it was a particularly cold night, and I wondered if the weather had something to do with it. Had the sudden cold…
"Once I saw that a pipe organ was something you could make in a wood shop, I was hooked. . . ."
Me too.
Via Make.