Lyric : Don't always know what I'm talking about (18)

Date: 17 May 2003 11:28:04 -0700
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As any sci-fi buff knows, when computers
become self-aware, they ultimately destroy
their creators. From _2001: A Space Odyssey_
to _Terminator_, the message is clear: The only
good self-aware machine is an unplugged one. We
may soon find out whether that's true. . . The
Defense Dept is working on a self-aware computer.
[AI Magazine 22mar2003].
Lyric: . . . And it goes something like this : iiiiiiiiiiv . . . When I get lonely and I need to be . . .
Scotland on Sunday, 17mar2002 - so far beyond
rational justification as to have all
the credible provenance of some imagined ancient
curse. "And when the deevil one who bears the
hatred name shall come into the glen to have
authority there, then shall the spirits of wronged
rise up their wrath & there shall be clashing of
tongues as of claymores & great shedding of words."
(This translated from the Gaelic, of course.) None
of this irrationality should belittle our sense
of the enormity
Lyric: kicking your can (waving) all over the place
Me: Antecedent RA's sarcasm below . . .(I'd begun
learning "rock music". . . billions of songs never
heard before. . .) was a real-life exchange. On
voice, RA played some goof song to which I objected
(as must shivel at anything less than sci or finest
philos). . . Uncomplaced, RA puts on something that
goes : Jurassic Park is melting in the dark. Heeez.
So, I play (& me singing aloud along with) a song
from a video I'd found recently -I watching this
video at the same time. It Jesse Rae, "Over the Sea". . .
a rreeeaaaall discovery, I tell you. That video : Dusk
sky, claymore swung around & around against the sky,
pivot of hominid waist. Unrelatedly, about the next day
(also the day before the below) I sent an email of
puterifc signif to RA --that email capped with . . .
". . . and the Southern Cross. . .(another recent song).
From: remaining__anon
Date: 2003-05-01 16:21:01 PST
Should I stay or should I go now
Should I stay or should I go now
If I go there will be trouble
And if I stay it will be double
So you gotta let me know
The classic
punk portrayal of a crumbling London
on the debut - every bit
as potent as TS Eliot's images in the Waste
Land - were transformed
into the sleek wall of guitar sound of G--
ive
Times Newspapers Ltd, 20apr2003 - Thir wry
British humour & thir unstarry gameness
London Calling, first
realisation of ambition
to create an international rock template. . .
ready to fight
the odds & prove to middle Namerica that a
Brit band could be a music force & still tap
into the disaffection of struggles in
urban .
In fact, modernism in art was known as
Post-Impressionism, perhaps the first time
a new tendency was identified solely in terms
of what it followed, & perhaps a precedent
ranted against cultural imperialism & corrupt
practices
of capitalism, & offered an open, nondogmatic
musical approach
that infused everything
Lyric: Is it any wonder (clap, clap). . . (I begot too much time on my hands). . .
The Scotsman, 2nov2001 - image of the
kilt-wearing, claymore-wielding Highlander is
simply "romance".
AI Magazine, 22mar2003 - For example, the robot
could synthesize a snake shape to travel through a
narrow tunnel and then morph into a six-legged insect
to navigate on rough terrain on exit. Alternatively,
they could use water-flow-like locomotion gaits in
which the robots move by conforming to the shape of
the terrain.
Time Out, 29jan2003 - varied compilation
also takes in wry Brit rap, drum'n'bass
combo Total Science in relatively laidback
mode on 'IKnow'
The Independent (London), 25sep1994 . . . T-- was
not a simple-minded patriot. Thir nationalism had
international scope. Born in 1775, thir early career
was formed in the period of the Napo wars. But thir
patriotism was subtle, tragic. Thiy saw that the tides
of fate beat equally on every shore. T-- responded to
the character & history of many excursions into
Europe, felt thir way to the lives of pons with whom
thiy could not converse. A hopeless linguist, thiy
understood foreign lands thru sight alone, thimself
remaining anonymous . . . with jottings, notes, scraps
of poetry, maybe "colour beginnings." All tending
towards some future glorious pictorial vision, thiy gave
up heavy symbolism, concentrated on pure descriptions
of haze, mist, sunshine. Thiy knew that all the
rest of us would still be puzzling about thim for
centuries, so why try to explain further?