Strudel is a music live coding environment that runs in web browsers. It brings the TidalCycles pattern language to JavaScript.
You can write code and create or change music in real-time. This makes it perfect for live performances and music production, where you can create music spontaneously through programming.
As a programmer, the way the text editor shows which events are happening in real-time is beautiful.
Fewer than 200 words. An alphabet of only 14 letters.
There are only five words for numbers (1, 2, 5, 20, 100), so "ale ale mute mute mute mute luka luka luka tu tu" == "two hundred and ninety nine".
Me: mindlessly opening a web site I had just closed because that web site apparently failed to give me enough of what I went there looking for the first time.
In the middle of this video about recreating 80s/90s US school lunch pizza (from a real USDA recipe!), there's an interesting segment about the history of school lunches in America.
On this day in 1962, Monster Mash hit #1 in the US.
We've come a long way. I'm not sure why.
I started reading William Faulkner's "Absalom, Absalom". I'm somewhere in the middle of the first chapter and I am starting to realize that the effort outweighs the joy by quite a bit. So I googled "faulkner sucks" to justify my impression (good news: I am far from alone in thinking that!). But one of the links I found a link to this old (6 years!) McSweeny's article, which is much more fun than reading Faulkner refuse to find a point.
Chili’s Menu, by Cormac McCarthy
Southwestern Eggrolls – $9.95
In a tortilla made by the boy’s abuela he watched her, with her armfat and canvas apron, cast frijoles negros upon flecks of cilantro like ash fallen silently on a bed of rice, tiny bones chalkwhite against an avocado ranchero sauce creamy in the light of the coals like the obsidian-flecked desert where God has forsaken all life. Outside a pale starving gallena quickens a lizard to its last writhing gasps. Evening creeps in, a single lobo cries out across the mesa as the sun dips bloodred below the thin black spine of the mountain where death will come again many times in the dusty clockless hours before twilight.
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Big Mouth Southern Smokehouse Burger – $14.99
The charred black bones of the farmhouse coughed and hissed and exhaled into the early morning fog, ghosts of smoke swirling whitehot against the sun, contrast in defiance of God ordained. The sheriff rested his head on his hand and dug his foot into the soft patter of ash where all that had been lie transformed in heavenly splendor to witness the Holy wrath of all that this house had contained. Generations of violent echoes reverberated in these halls, tearing asunder those wretched institutions, consumed entire in final resolute compliance with the rich matrix which seeks to reckon all forces into balance.
Which of course reminds me of:
RIP?
Carolina Beach boardwalk
