Notices by neither (neither@social.weho.st)

@djsundog

ring a bell?
Ben Watt Feat. Sananda Maitreya -- A Stronger Man

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWFFLpUGu4U

watching 34c3 videos, very blue-eyed
Publication bias vs Talking Heads bias.
This #34c3 presentation is made ever more pleasant by means of rock and roll. The speaker keeps saying "You may ask yourself," in flagrant abuse of Once in a Lifetime. Loving it. Oh now he's taking a dig at TEDtalks.
Whooa! Any more cool boxes he could tick?

I'm not really recommending this video just because I read all about publication bias at Uni. If you don't know what it is please watch:
https://media.ccc.de/v/34c3-9055-science_is_broken#video&t=125

Pretty disturbed by Stross's final remark at #34c3 that we all need to be on fb because opting out is like cutting our mouths off despite our face.
I'll be here when you need me: If you're ever debating anything and someone spats at you "...Let it go. Everyone is on fb!" Remember I'm here for you. Go ahead, say it. "No. Neither isn't." Along with all sorts of people you've never heard of, because they're not on fb.
#silencing

Enjoying an Alice in Stonerland themed brunch. Dressup party and over the top decorations. Playing Jefferson Airplane in a loop. Music tips welcome.

It's 4.41 AM. The text-to-speech engine is reading out an ISBN number.
Whenever it encounters the Latin word "Amor" it reads out "American English."
I look at my screen and whisper: "Hardly a substitute."

...
Her ad was not a joke, however,
and in the course of the night
five different drummers
came up to inquire.
“It’s only drummers care about singers, “
she thought.
She thought Perry and Leah,
fixed on each others’ necks,
fingering the volume dial
as if it alone could make
the perfect song.
Ego volume, neck to neck,
guitarists were two a penny.
It’s mostly drummers who get the gigs too.

short story pt 1/2
#automaticwriting #smallstories

Tokyo-born
singer seeks backing band.
She opened a long slit in
her lace stockings
and scribbled the text on the
outside of her leg
then took a seat on the high
neon bench beneath the strobe lights.
The DJ was doing his usual
spoken word that night,
which consisted of picking
shy girls from the crowd and
introducing them as if they were
the next pole-dancing act.
“Some people,” she thought
“don’t know when a joke's been killed dead.”
...

#automaticwriting #smallstories

In the library that sinks
the book is found that hides
all meaning
not with trickery or moving type
but the wet feathers of
revival. We steer
the wood through the wood
and the water through the water
Our paper is untold reams
of hidden substance
of trickery and magnetic risings.
I know only where
the sun sets,
says one,
and whether it rises,
one replies.
The trees glisten with critters
as we leave them behind.
The door closes
and disappears.