The Museum Of Endangered Sounds
"I launched the site in January of 2012 as a way to preserve the sounds made famous by my favorite old technologies and electronics equipment. For instance, the textured rattle and hum of a VHS tape being sucked into the womb of a 1983 JVC HR-7100 VCR. As you probably know, it’s a wonderfully complex sound, subtle yet unfiltered. But, as streaming playback becomes more common in the US, and as people in developing nations like Canada and the UK get brought up to DVD players, it’s likely that the world will have seen and heard the last of older machines like the HR-7100. And as new products come to market, we stand to lose much more than VCRs.
"Imagine a world where we never again hear the symphonic startup of a Windows 95 machine. Imagine generations of children unacquainted with the chattering of angels lodged deep within the recesses of an old cathode ray tube TV. And when the entire world has adopted devices with sleek, silent touch interfaces, where will we turn for the sound of fingers striking QWERTY keypads? Tell me that. And tell me: Who will play my GameBoy when I’m gone?
"These questions and more led me to the undertaking that is The Museum Of Endangered Sounds…"
(link via junkyarmessiah)
Q:And that would be?
Aaaand aditoproject lives again!
oh and look what song starts playing on Pandora…it’s getting weird
I extract a sick pleasure from staying up all night writing assignments I should have logically started and finished a week ago
I have a hard time doing the watery eye thing
I have no real reason to cry, but sometimes a good one just sounds perfect. Stress-express
I don’t want my hope to be in one day finding “the one.” I don’t want my future happiness to hang on someone who doesn’t even exist. They aren’t real right now; I’m real. I’m here. I want my hope to be for me. My confidence and self worth to be for me. I want my strength to be because I don’t need my “other half.” I am complete. I am not missing anything. My soul is whole. I need to be fearless. I need to be able to stand alone. I can rise with the sun; I don’t need another’s eyes to see that I am beautiful in it’s light. I can set with the sun; I too can fade brilliantly, turning the sky impossible colors because I still exist in the dark. I can be stars scattered in the blue-black like the pores on my face, glowing yellow-white light of the moon. I am all this on my own. I can lay in my bed and enjoy my own company, listen to my own lungs keeping me alive, feel my heart slowing to the rhythm of sleep, shiver as my cold feet brush each other. I can love myself like no other, because I know all my darknesses and blinding fires and soft shadows. I can accept myself for all that I am and all I have been and all I can be and there lies my power.
You can’t take the sky from me, since I’ve found Serenity. (paraphrase)