Feb 4, 2024
to be a girl is to ebb and flow between the loves and fallacies of life; he’s adorable, but I’m scared to ask his number
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to be a girl is to ebb and flow between the loves and fallacies of life; he’s adorable, but I’m scared to ask his number
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I was thinking abt my name the other day. My Internet name. Not my real one.
Daisy Bell, as some may know, is the name of an old song composed by Henry Dacre way back in 1892 but it’s mostly associated with the 704 IBM computer as effectively the first vocaloid cover less way back in 1961. This, combined with a grainy old phonograph recording and TikTok, have kind of cemented it as a contender in the ‘unintentional creepy oldies’ category of songs up there with We’ll Meet Again and Tonight You Belong To Me. It’s such a sweet song though (if a bit sappy), and there really isn’t anything lyrically creepy about it. Only the circumstance under which it’s being sung has shifted — computer, or distorted phonograph (a sound which, mind you, would have been normal to most people in the 19th century).
The chorus of Daisy Bell hasn’t changed but if you heard it on the street or in a TikTok today it would receive a different reaction than if you heard it in 1892 in a dance hall. And no doubt when the song on the IBM computer came out there was some uncanny there. But as an achievement, it’s pretty incredible. And I’m sure the people who programmed it were shocked but also proud.
I guess what I’m saying is just find it mildly fascinating how over time the context of it has changed just through the instrumental— lighthearted to liminal— yet the core of it, the melody down to the key and the lyrics have remained virtually untouched.
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Dorian Gray: If you could stay young forever, would you?
Thanks for this intriguing ask! I have a few unanswered questions about how this would work. Do I stop aging or is my body just stuck the way it is now? Will my knowledge continue to grow? Does forever young mean I can’t die?
The more I think about it, I’m sure that I don’t want to stay forever young. When all my loved ones grow old and I’m the odd one out who can’t experience what they experience. I think it would make relationships difficult if one person stays the same forever. Also, that might be a weird association, but if I would stay forever young, will I ever be ready to die? Because I won’t experience the pains of getting old and the loss of my youth.
Writing a weird sentence using automatic word-fill in:
Ancient spirits are not the same in a new world order; despite trying to make a difference between their ages and the abilities of their invention to provide a method for manufacturing sadness.
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„Andere Welten sind in einer Realität, die wir selbst nicht begreifen, da sie auf anderen Ebenen als unsere Gehirnströme verläuft.“
„Vielleicht steckst du fest, weil du an einer Tür ziehst, auf der „drücken“ steht.“
- komische Metapher
Questions we cannot answer:
Where do we come from and where do we go?
Where do we belong in this universe?
What is the purpose of life?
How long is a moment?
Will we ever learn to enjoy the present without regretting the past and being afraid of the future?
Where do we go from here?
Who are we and if the answer is yes; how many?