the notion that the literal US government doesn't have a secure intranet comms system is insane to me.
they shouldn't be communicating about anything natsec related via mobile phones and apps.
perhaps they took this bug in the Android phone when Twitter DMs are open seriously?
https://video.nostr.build/812affbbea186f8cd509528713b5e9b581472ac4d81d30b1881b789ddd2e3e0f.mp4
the aesthetics of solarpunk are great until you realize this.
ooh, I will check them out. thanks!
well, since I only do this when there is loud music, it depends on if I hit the right note at the right volume, otherwise it seems that the addition of 'alien noises' is moreso felt than heard.
usually, it'll be like one person (the bartender, probably) who even notices because everyone else is drunk and not locked in. they never know where the frequency originated from so it's kind of funny cause they look a bit confused for a second.
have tried this with birds at the beach and the little baby birds love it and start following me around lol. unlike humans, birds seem to be especially good at identifying the source of unusual but familiar tweet-like sounds.
don't recommend trying this at the beach unless you like being accosted by flocks of seagulls, tho!
I have learned that there is a difference between a nice person being mean and a mean person being nice. totally different effects.
this is not an apt analogy, but it's like an acoustic guitar with a pickup, distortion pedals and an amp vs an electric guitar that's not plugged in – the sound of a nice person being mean can get quite muddy, but even if you took the the pickup, distortion pedals, and amp away, they're still self-amplifying!
don't get me wrong, I love electric guitars, but without additional gear, they're utterly useless: no twang, no twee, no bellow.
I once saw this pretty good punk band with a female singer play at a tiny bar in Miami. I liked the music a lot but kept thinking about what kind of punk music I would write if I could find a band. well, first of all, I would prefer to do the drums and vocals by myself, since that's what I'm working on – playing percussion and singing at the same time.
all the music would be a referendum on the absolute retardedness of paid shills in politics, which is fitting because the punk genre has always been good at that sort of thing, and I feel that paid shills are a thorn in the side of productive social dialogue.
obviously, this could be done in the metal genre but I find the metal genre to be a bit too sentimental about mysticism.
anyways, during that punk show, I was covertly practicing whistle register things along to the music. I don't want to be accused of being psychopathic, but I do this everywhere where there is loud music to see if anyone picks up the frequency, cause that's how I know who's locked in and who's not.
I still believe that the only way to beat 'them' is not to join them but to write the most grievously accurate and harsh sounding album which blends the best of punk, jazz, and metal with a sprinkle of pop. I've been experimenting with this and it's a bit like drum & bass but not as repetitive.
afaict, jpegmafia is the only one who has done anything remotely close to this, but from within the hip hop genre.
maybe somebody can put some bars on that.
I think what's scaring me is that the nature of analog (meaning, non-sample, live-performance, on actual drums) beat-making means ripping holes in the borders of our beloved genres.
being TOO experimental means being mostly inaccessible, although this might not be a bad thing – everybody knows that the best shows are the small ones!
sashimi craft is so fascinating.
look at these birds they're so cute ☺️ 
he called my drumming "avant garde" pejoratively (don't blame him, it wasn't good back then) and in my head I was like, "yeah, well, next time you say that it's gonna be a compliment."
it will be 🙂
"I love you. don't die."
the "retard finder" on X is a fucking XRP shill so I guess it's safe to say choices were made and no regrets.
not going to Mars but the gamification of space exploration with rovers and other robots sounds pretty neat.
if you understood how deep the familial infiltration went, you'd understand why I don't actually care what my family thinks about it.
"same man in a different political wrapper" isn't my version of a happy ending.
how about "made zero inroads with my family but is still my favorite even if my father hates him"?
he threw me to the wolves believing I didn't deserve to be loved and should that delusion ever be broken there's really no telling whether his fairytale will survive that. for my own sake, I hope it does.
I said what I said.