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The thank you note my mom brought home from work today to show me:

God bless you for the beautiful radio I won at your recent senior citizens luncheon.

I am 84 years old and live in the county home for the aged. All my people are gone and it’s nice to know some one thinks of me.

God bless you for your kindness to an old forgotten lady.

My roommate is 95 and always had her own radio but would never let me listen to it. The other day her radio fell and broke into a lot of pieces. It was awful. She asked if she could listen to mine and I said fuck you.

Sincerely, —-

*wish the name wasn’t purposely cut off in the photocopy, she sounds like a lovely woman

herekitty:

Mermaids (1990)

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.

— Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices, 1996. I saw part of this quotation and thought “that’s fantastic”; some judicious googling turned up both the source (hat tip to here) and more of the original thought.  (via imathers)