does anyone know the essay or quote about cultural depictions of zombies and how they changed as societal fears change i.e. zombies in the 60s-80s were slow moving thralls out of fear of what like, corporate life and office cubicles would do to do us and now they’ve evolved into fast moving creatures due to our societal fear of becoming something else (i can’t quite remember this bit)
At last, when all of the world is asleep
You take in the blackness of air
The likes of a darkness so deep
That God at the start couldn’t bear
And sit unseen, with only the inner upheld
Your reflection can't offer a word
To the bliss of not knowin' yourself
With all mirrorin' gone from the world
Still the mind, rejectin' this new empty space
Fills it with somethin' or someone
No closer could I be to God
Or why he would do what he's done
Bhfuilis soranna sorcha
Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche
Trína chéile;
Le chéile, claochlaithe
Bhfuilis soranna sorcha
Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche
Is claochlú an ealaín
Is ealaín dubh í
Bhfuilis soranna sorcha
Ach tagais 'nós na hoíchе
Trína chéile;
Le chéile, claochlaithе
Bhfuilis soranna sorcha
Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche
Is claochlú an ealaín
Is ealaín dubh í
[Actual translation of the irish verse thanks to this anon
you're all bright ease
but you come on like night
topsy-turvy;
together, transformed
you're all bright ease
but you come on like night
art is metamorphosis
it(f) is a dark art
you're all bright ease
but you come on like night
topsy-turvy;
together, transformed
you're all bright ease
but you come on like night
art is metamorphosis
it(f) is a dark art]
[Old Translation of the irish verse
Although your bright and light […]
You arrived to me like nightfall, you come like nightfall
You and I sort of mixed together
You and I metamorphosized
So that same idea of you can’t see where one begins and where one ends that, that is some kind of metamorphosis of some kind]
MP3 is supported by everything, everywhere, and is now patent-free. There has never been another audio format as widely supported as MP3, it’s good enough for almost anything, and now, over twenty years since it took the world by storm, it’s finally free.
A silly fun little project I've been working on for the past few months while I've been replaying Dragon Age Inquisition with my 1st timeline Inquisitor.
It always bothers me when video games get an official soundtrack release and it turns out to be somewhat lackluster. In DAI's case, the official soundtrack was missing some of the best pieces, while other tracks had been re-mastered in a strange way (adding extra instruments, removing instruments, and incurring many more victims of the loudness war).
So, I extracted some audio files from the game using Frosty Tools, and set about trying to rebuild a proper score tracklist. My goal was to aim for something that more closely adheres to the music that is actually heard in the game, using my own gameplay clips as reference for what plays when and in what order. With perhaps a bit of creative freedom for fun and whimsy.
Tracks assembled and edited in Mixcraft 9 Recording Studio. Tags edited with MP3Tag.
Now including scores for The Descent and Trespasser DLCs as well. Might do a "misc" album later on for the few tracks that didn't make the cut.
The MobiBLU DAH-1500i ( "The Cube" ) was released exclusively through Walmart in 2005. It originally came in six different colors with 512 mb/ 1 gb memory for users to enjoy. The MobiBlu measures at 24mm (0.94in) cubed, making it the world's smallest mp3 player with FM Radio and sound recorder.
Picture a man
Seen like a speck out from the shore
Swimming out beyond the breakers like he's done his life before
He feels the coming of a squall will drag him out a greater length
But knows his strength
And tries to gather it
And he swims on
Turning back to shore again
Above the outer atmosphere of a world he's never seen
And looking down to his new home, he feels the rising of a wave
And knows at once he will not weather it
Like that man
I looked down into the depths when I met you
I couldn't measure it
Any time I've struggled on
Against the course
Out on my own
Every time I'd burn through the world, I'd see
That the world, it burns through me
But when I'd let go
My struggling form
My willing soul
Every time I'd flow through the world, I'd see
That the world, it flows through me
That the world, it flows through me
Picture a grave
Picture six feet freshly dug
The sharp temporary walls at the long-term cliff edge of the world
Light and air find some new deepness there and usher down the sky
Where one stands by and tries make sense of it
But try measure loss
Measure the silence of a house
The unheard footsteps at the doorway
The unemployment of the mouth
The waking up, having forgotten
And remembering again the full extent of what forever is
With each grave
I think of loss
And I can only think of you
And I couldn't measure it
Any time I've struggled on
Against the course
Out on my own
Every time I'd burn through the world, I'd see
That the world, it burns through me
But when I'd let go
My struggling form
My willing soul
Every time I'd flow through the world, I'd see
That the world, it flows through me
That the world, it flows through me