I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential
facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came
to die, discover that I had not lived.
I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to
practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck
out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout
all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a
corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.
The Song of the Reed
Jalal ad-Din Rumi · Masnavi I · trans. R. A. Nicholson · 1925
Listen to the reed how it tells a tale, complaining of separations—
Saying, "Ever since I was parted from the reed-bed, my lament hath caused man and
woman to moan.
I want a bosom torn by severance, that I may unfold the pain of love-desire.
Every one who is left far from his source wishes back the time when he was united
with it."
The body was meat. Case fell into the prison of his own flesh.
— William Gibson, Neuromancer, 1984
the Dungeons of Doom
the NetHack DevTeam · NetHack · 1987–present
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You hear a distant 'gloop! gloop!' --More--
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/ REST \
/ IN \
/ PEACE \
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| andy |
| killed by |
| a newt |
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| 1987 |
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broadcast monitoring
SMPTE 75% color bars · NTSC reference
Calibrated BVM on the line cut, scopes pinned to 100 IRE. The kind of bench
that lets a colorist trust what they see — and the rest of us trust them.
we'll return after these messages
Channel 4 test pattern · late-night affiliate
A late-late spot break on the local affiliate. Shadow-mask grain, mistracked
VHS color, the faint hum of a hot tube. Held over for the test card and the
national anthem, then a long, quiet snow.