There are exactly two kinds of people in the world. There are people who walk around with baguettes like this:
And then there are people who walk around with baguettes like this:
That anyone could walk into a bakery, spend five minutes standing in line inhaling lungful after lungful of delicious, yeast are, buy a baguette and the make it all the way home without taking a single bite absolutely shakes the very foundations on which I base my life. No, it's not possible, I refuse to believe it. If you had that much willpower you'd die from running too many marathons while refusing to eat and re-reading À la Recherche de Temps Perdu.
Speaking of the limits of human endurance, I went to see some music today. Though the interwebs it reached me that some people were giving a concert in Parc Georges Brassens. They call themselves the Méta-Orchestre, and they claim a desire "to play computer music together, to develop listening through seeing, to amplify instrumental gesture and to immerse the public in sound and image." Okay, méta-orchestre, you got me. You're saying all the right things, I'm feeling a little tipsy from too much wine, let's go back to your place and see if you can take things all the way.
Okay, you're gong to put on a little robot costume... That's cool, I can roll with it.
I see, so you're hooked up, in pairs, to a computer mounter on a two wheel dolly. You've got a pedestal with a joystick mounted on it for whatever reason your crazy brain came up with, and you've got a little backpack with speakers on it and plastic fins to direct the sound forward. Oh, and you've covered absolutely everything in blue LEDs. Alright, I admit I'm impressed. To build something that complex once would be hard, let alone eight times over. Now, just one more question: With all that byzantine technology at your disposal, just what kind of earth-smashing, face-pounding, milk-curdling sound can you make?
Ah. Well, that answers that.
And then there are people who walk around with baguettes like this:
That anyone could walk into a bakery, spend five minutes standing in line inhaling lungful after lungful of delicious, yeast are, buy a baguette and the make it all the way home without taking a single bite absolutely shakes the very foundations on which I base my life. No, it's not possible, I refuse to believe it. If you had that much willpower you'd die from running too many marathons while refusing to eat and re-reading À la Recherche de Temps Perdu.
Speaking of the limits of human endurance, I went to see some music today. Though the interwebs it reached me that some people were giving a concert in Parc Georges Brassens. They call themselves the Méta-Orchestre, and they claim a desire "to play computer music together, to develop listening through seeing, to amplify instrumental gesture and to immerse the public in sound and image." Okay, méta-orchestre, you got me. You're saying all the right things, I'm feeling a little tipsy from too much wine, let's go back to your place and see if you can take things all the way.
Okay, you're gong to put on a little robot costume... That's cool, I can roll with it.
I see, so you're hooked up, in pairs, to a computer mounter on a two wheel dolly. You've got a pedestal with a joystick mounted on it for whatever reason your crazy brain came up with, and you've got a little backpack with speakers on it and plastic fins to direct the sound forward. Oh, and you've covered absolutely everything in blue LEDs. Alright, I admit I'm impressed. To build something that complex once would be hard, let alone eight times over. Now, just one more question: With all that byzantine technology at your disposal, just what kind of earth-smashing, face-pounding, milk-curdling sound can you make?
Ah. Well, that answers that.
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