A Year On Fire.

'More than anything, The Collapse is a new opportunity for groove-based electronic music.'

'This is a creative opportunity that must be seized. What is to be invented is an extra-technological context for electronic music, one that is beyond drugged raving and amphetamine nightlife. But nobody wants to wake up. People just keep ripping, dropping, downloading and dancing around like it's 1999.'

'Meanwhile it's 2008, and something's on fire.'

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Thread-Dropping With Happy Hippo.

'That makes total sense if I squint my brain really hard.'

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A Griffith's history is constructed from a succession of more or less random quantum measurements taken at different moments. Each measurement defines a specific physical mass at a precise moment with reference to a specific set of values. As an example, in a time t₁ an electron moves at a certain speed approximately determined depending on the method of measurement. At a time t₂ it is situated at a certain point in space. At a time t₃, it has a certain spin value. From this collection of measurements it is possible to construct a history which is logically consistent. It cannot be said to be true.

Nothing since the deification of the pharaohs could compare to the devotion European and American youth bestowed upon their heroes.

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The terrible predicament of a beautiful girl is that only an experienced womanizer, someone cynical and without scruple, feels up to the challenge.

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At night she would replay her life over and over, trying to discover how it had ended like this. She rarely managed to find sleep before dawn. The apartment had low ceilings and, in the summer, the rooms were stuffy and unbearably hot. During the day she puttered around in old slippers, talking to herself without realizing it. Sometimes she would repeat a sentence fifty times...She went from one room to another carrying a washrag or a saucepan whose purpose she had already forgotten. 'Her own father's funeral...Her own father's funeral...' She walked back and forth in the tiny two-room apartment staring at some fixed, faraway point. 'France...France...' she repeated slowly, her voice dying away.

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Rumor had it that he was homosexual; in reality, in recent years, he was simply a garden-variety alcoholic.

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