Can you elaborate?

Ahem...

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2020/mar/18/african-americans-techno-music-los-angeles-clubs-whitewashing

https://www.metrotimes.com/city-slang/archives/2015/02/04/before-techno-was-white-and-hedonistic-it-was-black-and-poor

https://www.metrotimes.com/detroit/detroit-is-techno-city-and-techno-is-black/Content?oid=12291432

https://djmag.com/news/history-detroit-techno-explored-new-documentary-black-techno

https://www.documentjournal.com/2019/02/filmmaker-jenn-nkiru-reclaims-the-black-origins-of-techno/

https://afropunk.com/2020/02/why-the-dweller-festival-matters/

Have fun.

Gettin REAL annoyed at all these posts about black techno not posting any examples OF black techno.

The content itself is arguably more important than the discourse surrounding it. Black music is stolen and reappropriated time and time again throughout history, and I'm sick of the music being used as culture war fodder and discared rather than their legacy being experienced and celebrated.

Like, Acid Tracks spawned an entire GENRE. This one track made by a couple of black men fucking around with a cheap synth most regarded as tacky and useless created a musical INSTITUTION, and the black roots of acid house and acid techno are borderline forgotten nowadays. How many people associate ska with white late 90s skate culture rather than the Carribean blacks that created it?

Don't just talk about it, listen to it!

Hey, did you know that Gaston Leroux’s Phantom of the Opera novel is available free on Wikisource or Project Gutenberg?
Did you also know that it is completely gloriously bugfuck bonkers?

• When the ballerinas are talking they hear a noise outside, and the head ballerina goes to check it out with the knife she always has, straight up ready to stab a ghost
• The phantom shows up at the dinner party between the new and old managers and nobody says anything because they all think he's with the other guys
• He doesn't have any dramatic entry to the masquerade ball - he's just wandering around in a cape with DON'T TOUCH THIS GUY embroidered on it in gold, and when somebody does he grabs them and glares at them, because come on, man, my cape asked you to do one thing
• The phantom’s name is Erik. We know this because my dude is constantly talking about himself in the third person like an anime imouto
• Ever wonder why there's suddenly a horse in the musical? Turns out it's because he just fuckin' steals one. Dude gets himself a basement horse.
• His lair is a house on an underground lake with specifically surreal "middle-class" decorations. Dude has, like, cabinets from Pottery Barn
• Except for his own room, which is all in black, and where this goth motherfucker sleeps in a literal coffin because "One has to get used to everything in life, even to eternity"
• Dude goes out shopping and makes lunch. Christine specifically talks about eating some shrimp and a chicken wing that he'd set out like fuckin' Pagan Min
• Christine has way more spine and agency than in the musical. Erik doesn't just randomly decide to bring her back from the first abduction; she deliberately butters him up over two weeks to convince him she'll come back if he lets her go
• Then when Raoul demands to know where she's been she's like buddy I was at the corner of Nunya and Business
• It's also her own idea to stay so Erik can see her sing on stage one more time
• Erik's eyes specifically glow in the dark. This is relevant because one night Raoul thinks he sees glowing eyes out on the balcony. He tries turning the light on and off a couple times, and they're still there, and not answering when he calls out. So he is sure it's the Phantom and shoots him with a gun. There's some blood and Raoul's brother is like dude you shot a cat, and it's never mentioned again, so I guess there really is a cat out there with a scar and a very weird story
• The phantom claims that the chandelier just did that

And that's before it gets really insane.

.Then in the second half of the book,

• This is the part where we learn the methods by which the phantom kills people, and every single one is fucking amazing
• Even just the good old basic lasso has a bonkers backstory where he worked for a sultana murdering convicts for her amusement, and "the little sultana herself learned to wield the Punjab lasso and killed several of her women and even of the friends who visited her," which seems like it would cut down a lot on visits
• He actually has an extensive employment history, including being a contractor working on the opera house, so I guess all the other construction workers were just like, "Yep, that's ol' skullface mixing the cement"
• One deathtrap is called the Siren. This is where he has an alarm set up that tells him when somebody is approaching the lake, so he can go swim into it and then near the surface to breathe and sing through a reed until the intruder, drawn by the music, comes close enough that he can jump up and drown them. Which is just so many steps
• The managers try to catch the phantom picking up his salary (he has a salary he is very insistent about), but when they look in the envelope he's replaced it with the old-timey France version of Monopoly money. There's a whole sequence about them trying to evade getting their money taken. It is seriously like 2 chapters.
• Have I mentioned that Raoul cries a bunch? Because he does
• Enter the Persian, who is (along with Christine) the real hero of the whole thing, and whose job it is to get this twink through the plot alive
• Erik calls the Persian "you great booby" at least 4 times
• So you know how before I said that Erik goes out shopping? Did you wonder how he does that? The Persian tells you. "When he went out in the streets or ventured to show himself in public, he wore a pasteboard nose, with a mustache attached to it, instead of his own horrible hole of a nose. This did not quite take away his corpse-like air, but it made him almost, I say almost, endurable to look at."
• Bitch puts on a Groucho nose and mustache to go buy shrimp
• One of the spooky things attributed to the Opera Ghost is a "floating head of fire" in the basement, which turns out to just be the ratcatcher guy walking around with a red lantern and a shitton of rats
• Raoul and the Persian get into Erik's lair through what they keep calling "the Communists' road"
• As somebody mentioned before, Erik's whole plan is to marry Christine and have a nice regular house with no pit traps because "now I want to live like everybody else. I want to have a wife like everybody else and to take her out on Sundays." Dude just wants a place in the suburbs
• And then slide directly into getting trapped his Room What Is For Killin' People and accomplish absolutely nothing
• The Killin' People room is a bunch of mirrored walls with an iron tree so that it looks like you're trapped in an infinite forest - specifically "an African forest!" because there are also heating elements so you get super hot and thirsty and delirious and eventually hang yourself. This takes a while, so Erik hangs around behind the scenes freaking them out more by using instruments to make lion noises. I have to love any murder method that requires foley work
• The phantom is apparently nicknamed "the trap-door lover"
• While they're trapped in murder room, the Persian does all the useful work of searching the walls for the escape switch, while Raoul just runs around flipping out. Seriously the most useful thing he does is flop down on the ground for a while because then the Persian is like, good, he's out of the way and not bonking into the mirrors like a Pomeranian
• Eventually they find the switch escape into a basement full of gunpowder
• This chapter is called "Barrels! Barrels!"
• Because, see, Erik's plan is - stick with me here. There are a little scorpion and a little grasshopper on the mantel, and if Christine says "yes" to marrying him, she's supposed to turn the scorpion around, and if she says "no," she's supposed to turn the grasshopper around. Because the grasshopper lights a thing that will make the barrels explode and blow up the Opera House. Erik emphases this threat by constantly saying that the grasshopper "hops jolly high!"
• When Christine eventually does agree in order to keep her friends from being very complicatedly murdered, she is like, "Hey, wait a minute, you're sure the scorpion is the one that DOESN'T explode everything, right?" and the phantom's like "Yes, it is definitely probably not not not the exploding one"
• Except what the scorpion does is flood the basement/murder room, so the dudes almost drown instead, until Christine is like OKAY OKAY I WILL MARRY YOU AND I WILL THROW IN A BONUS OF NOT KILLING MYSELF, which she earlier tried to do by bashing her head against the wall, holy shit
• So then the dudes are okay and kicked out. And we learn about Christine showing compassion and then being let go from Erik, who goes and talks to the Persian about it
• Look, say what you will about Andrew Lloyd Webber, simplifying this part was...it was a good decision
• And then. Once the phantom has come and told the whole rest of the story to the Persian, our last glimpse of him is as he gets into a cab
• Motherfucker takes an Uber home and is never seen again

Wizard sentenced to 50 hours of commewnity service at the local train station by casting haste on ppl who're rushing to not miss their train

whats it do?

makes the clothes wetter

That is weird

I am asking you to endure it.

a lot of Gregory Berrycones in the notes missing the reference to my twelve note magnum opus from several hours prior in which the narrator silently begs an entity that isn’t really God for death and the entity says no

the narrator is operating under the constraint that they can only use words “god” has already spoken, “god” is aware of this and says the ‘Time flies’ sentence on purpose in order to give the narrator the pieces they need to voice their complaint; “god” has constant access to the narrator’s thoughts, and answers them as though they’re having a conversation between equals, but clearly absolutely dictates the terms under which the narrator can speak. it becomes obvious as the scene continues that the narrator is silently screaming and that the request being denied may be a request for death, but is at minimum a request for some acute suffering to be stopped

this could be an interaction between a normal person and an evil telepath with some mind control ability pretending to be the voice of a benevolent god. or it could work as a demon lord speaking to a soul they’ve trapped in a mirror and keep at their side. or it could be an actual god trying to calm down their only believer because they’re trapped in the same prison. the concept amused me so kindly forgive the ugliness of the execution

you are asking me to endure it

[ID: original post here

god: Yes, you have been given a life in which none of your suffering will ever be meaningful or justified. I am asking you to endure it anyway.
me:
god: We both know that you know that I only speak in silences.
me:
god: A thousand faces, all of them Mine.
me: [A thousand faces, [none] of them Mine.]
god: Beloved.
me:
god: I am asking you to endure it.
me:
god: You did not always live inside this mirror. You will not always be here, suffering.

me:

god: You understand what will happen to you if I look away, don’t you? If I blink? I have had to watch every mean and sordid instant of your life, bound within these chains of ardent love. Although you beg me, curse me, and hate me, I will not look away from you. This was the choice I made on your behalf, not My own.
me:
god: No. But I’m close enough to your idea of the real thing that that shouldn’t matter.

me:

god: Time flies straight like an arrow, which is to say it doesn’t.
me: [N][arrow][is][the][strai][T][.]
god: I gave you language. You ate the fruit. You will not persuade me not to stay my hand.
me: [I am asking [You] [h][ow] to endure it.]
god: On the strength of My having asked it of you.
me: [I am asking [not] to endure it.]
god: Scio, sweetheart./]

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Fool that you are, you forget that you too are mortal. The elephant dies as surely as the ant, but one exists on a scale beyond the other’s comprehension. The ant can bite and sting for days, yet its greatest victory can only be to be noticed, and in being so, crushed beneath the magnitude of its foe’s attention. Do you dare draw their gaze and risk that fate? 

Add this one to this list of raw ass lines, lads

"Nobody wants to work anymore!!!! >:("

So far, jobs I've applied to have lied to me about:

- where the job was. The posting listed a town a few minutes away from me, but the interviewer said I needed to commute to NYC 5 days a week, an hour plus for me.

- remote options. They promise remote work until the interview, when they tell you remote is no longer supported.

-the hours. A number have listed full time only to tell me they could only offer part time, but the worst offended told me I could only have 8hrs a week

- how much the job paid. Posting promised 20$hr, the interviewer said it was minimum wage, 12$ in NJ.

- that the job was paid at all. It listed something like 50k a year at the top, but reading the job description, revealed it was an unpaid internship

- the job itself. I applied for a graphic design position, but during the interview they told me that I had to work as a door to door salesman for their product for a year before I could be "promoted" into the job I actually applied for.

-hiding the fact that that it was a military job and that you have to enlist. Nope nope nope.

I dont know how much of it is employers just don't know how to use job posting websites properly (like the guy in South Africa who listed his location in nj) but I think if you post the pertinent information people are looking for and then contradict it later, you make it clear you don't respect the people you need to hire

fuck chris pratt. griffin mcelroy should voice garfield

I took like a 30 minute nap between classes today and had a nightmare (daymare?) that I was taking a physics exam and one of the questions on it was "How strong is the bond between a girl and her horse?" and I stared at it in sheer panic thinking "how the fuck do you even solve this?”