This is the oldest piece of music known to humankind. It’s engraved in cuneiform on a tablet from 1400 BC. And it was a hymn to their goddess Nikkal.
I wasn’t actually expecting something serious.
I so wish I could do it. Maybe I’ll try to keep the pace for my thesis writing. You’ll be awesome, though! How’s Sound World going?
It’s going okay. There’s still a lot of things I just need to bunker down and get through in order to really say it’s cohesive
, like naming things, but a lot of the magic details are pretty solidified and I’ve got one or two of the cultures down. I’m focusing a lot on the things I want to involve potential characters in, so I’ve been working on royal traditions in one of the nations since I want to write about the queen of that nation. I’ve written this abomination piece, if you’d like to read it.
So I didn’t know that freaking dragons existed. Just look at them. Just look. They hide under a disguise of feathers and call themselves bearded vultures. But I see through their lies.
Just a reminder:the natural diet of these birds is BONES. Not just bone marrow; actual bone shards. They pick up huge freaking bones from carcasses and drop them onto rocks until they get spiky pieces and then they swallow them. Their stomach acid dissolves bone. Also fact: when sufficiently threatened, they’ve been observed to deliberately puke on the threat.
Custom bracelets of soundwaves? Okay, that is very nifty. And while the I know the purpose is for “empowerment” and giving your kid a message to carry with them, I kinda want one that is a soundwave of “The blood is the life”. Ooooh, or one that is a representation of “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!” Hi, I’m ridiculous. Via roguesandevolution:
This is such a cool idea. It’s a custom bracelet of a soundwave rendered in 3D. The bracelet is “designed” by the waveform of the message it encodes. And they’re a steal of a deal at $18.
The bracelets are part of the Sound Advice Project, a teen anti-drug abuse initiative, geared at getting parents to talk to their kids. The idea is that, as a parent, you record some message to your child (“Drugs are bad, m’kay”) and he or she carries that message with them at all times. Not sure that giving a 3D model of a soundwave is really the most direct way of talking to your kids, but it sure gets points for creativity and conceptual chutzpah.
The Aeolus Acoustic Wind Pavilion is a wind-singing metal sculpture by Bristol-based artist Luke Jerram that lets windy gusts and breezes find their capacity for articulation. Using no electrical power to assist the melody-making, nylon harp strings are attached to some of its tubes, diverting wind into the centre of the work to create sound. Even the unstrung tubes are tuned to an aeolian scale to hum at low frequencies.
Nina held her flute to her lips, blowing a soft tune of three notes. “Hello.” The spade, a male of about an arm’s length, splayed his arms and caught the wind in the soft skin that connected his fingers, clasping shut to trap the air. He let it out in short increments, with a squeeze of his arms to change the pitch, to create the same tune. “Hello.”
The girl reached into her bag and pulled out a soft root about the size of her hand, as well as a small blade. She held the root out in front of her with both hands, nudging it close to him. The spade stuck his nose out to sniff the vegetable, licking the end closest to him, and made a crooning sound. The pitches were high, hard to distinguish, but she thought he said: “please.”
She pulled it close to her, using her knife to shave off a bit of its skin, and placed it down in front of the spade. He sniffed again, then reached its long tongue out and pulled the skin into his mouth. He made an appreciative sound - Nina didn’t think it meant anything, but she couldn’t be sure - and walked closer to her, sniffing her leg. “Human,” he said through scratches and scrapes in the dirt. “Thanks.”
Nina played into her flute, “do you want to come with me?” The spade whipped his tail around, getting a sense of the area and where she’d been walking from. It was winter, and without a burrow, he had nowhere to go but to a human village until the flowers bloomed again. He crooned again, and she knew it meant “yes.”
She put her hand down on the ground, and the spade scurried up to her shoulders, wrapping his arms around her with his feet grasping the straps of her bags. Nina smiled, though she knew he couldn’t see it, and cut another piece of the root off, slipping it back to him over her shoulder. She stood back up once he was adjusted and nibbling on his food, and continued on her way.
"What are you wearing?”
"It’s the latest thing in the south," Talo explained, holding up two ends of the wide brim of her skirt and twirling around to show off the colours. "It’s a wedding dress, but I think it’ll look great for the party. Not even Kita will be able to match this."
"Kita isn’t the sort of man to dress like a southern bride, no."
"Oh, who asked you?" Talo let go of her skirt and leaned down to smooth it out as best she could. The fabric’s texture was naturally wrinkled, a result of the dying process, and layered so that the bottom flared out. She stood up straight and smiled at her husband. "Come on, I make it look good, don’t I?"
He chuckled, reaching out to touch her hand and pulling her close to him.
"If anyone could make a sixteen colour dress look good, it’d be you." He paused to give her a kiss. "But I’m afraid even your beauty doesn’t make it look any less like a painter’s cleaning cloth."
Talo scowled, pulling away to give him a light smack across the side of the head.
"Remind me again why I married you?"
"I believe you said you loved my witty personality."
She gave a disapproving click of her tongue, but leaned in for another kiss. He gave her a cheeky smile as she pulled away, and Talo gave him a half-hearted glare in return.
"You’re lucky I do, or you’d be staying with your brother tonight."