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“The only truth is music . . . Music blends with the heartbeat universe and we forget the brain beat.” - Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels

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I'm parting with my Monome Grid

ebay.us/m/hAqvEH
Monome One Grid | eBay
Only owner. Barely used, in excellent condition, and clean. We’ve put together studies to help you create your own. Third party stand. Third party case. Original USB cable.
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January 6, 2026 at 2:43 PM
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baileyillustration.bsky.social
Rear Window.
January 4, 2026 at 10:37 PM
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dasharez0ne.bsky.social
BURGER LAW - dashare.zone ADMIN
- DA SKELITEN GIVES THERE PRONONCEMENT!!! " A HAMBURGER SHOULD NEVER COST MORE THEN $6.00 " NO NATION WHO DEFYS MY LAW SHALL BE CONSIDERED TO HAVE ANY MORAL STANDING "DA PEOPLE GOTTA EAT , AND WE WANT BURGER'S" - DASHARE.ZONE ADMIN IM RIGHT
January 4, 2026 at 7:25 PM
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openculture.bsky.social
Jack Kerouac Reads from "On the Road": The Only Known Footage of the Beat Icon Reading His Work (1959)
Jack Kerouac Reads from On the Road: The Only Known Footage of the Beat Icon Reading His Work (1959)
The video above shows us Jack Kerouac giving a reading, accompanied by the jazz piano stylings of evening television variety-show host Steve Allen. In other words, if you've been looking for the most ...
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January 4, 2026 at 3:19 AM
themourningcall.bsky.social
Maybe we could spend billions on improving OUR infrastructure first?
January 3, 2026 at 9:02 PM
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dasharez0ne.bsky.social
🇺🇸 - dashare.zone ADMIN
A SKELTEN BORN IN THE USA WHO IS UNABLE TO LEAVE IN ANY PRACTICAL WAY ,,,,, " THIS IS THE U.S.A - COPS KILL US NO PUNISHMENT, WE PICK OUR PRESIDENTS FRM A PRE APPROVED LIST OF 2 PEOPLE, VEGETABLES SUCK, WE LOVE OUR BILLIONAIRES, RENT GOE'S UP AGAIN, BUY NOW PAY LATER AMBULANCE, WE PICK YOUR PRESDENT TOO, DONT LIKE IT? ME EITHER, THE ONLY WAY YOUR ALLOWED TO LEAVE IS IF YOUR RICH OR THEY SEND YOU TO PRISON IN EL SALVADOR - dashare.zone ADMIN
January 3, 2026 at 4:38 PM
themourningcall.bsky.social
On 1/5 you can watch Predator: Badlands on Amazon for the low, low price of $29.99. It's a steal considering that you have to pay for Prime annually AND you'll have to fork over an additional $3 if you don't want commercial interruptions. Now that's value.
January 2, 2026 at 10:57 PM
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Godspeed, MTV
a man in a suit is sitting on a sailboat in the ocean
ALT: a man in a suit is sitting on a sailboat in the ocean
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December 31, 2025 at 9:13 PM
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#BirdOfTheDay #BranchingOut
mourning dove on a lichen-covered branch with blurred background
December 30, 2025 at 3:26 PM
themourningcall.bsky.social
I've been messing around with Faircamp and I'm really liking it so far. Hope to get something up on the web before the first of the year. ⌛
simonrepp.com/faircamp/
Faircamp
Faircamp
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December 30, 2025 at 10:20 AM
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Happy birthday Linus Torvalds, the creator of the Linux kernel and git. 🎂🐧
December 28, 2025 at 12:03 PM
themourningcall.bsky.social
I am changing the name of this account soon. It'll be the name I start releasing more music under. I'll pin the official notification post when I do but It'll still be the same ole David (DavevaD) doing the posting. 🎵
December 28, 2025 at 10:06 AM
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critterguitari.bsky.social
Thank you @synthanatomy.bsky.social !
synthanatomy.com/2025/08/crit...
Critter & Guitari Organelle S2, a new more powerful version of the music computer
Critter & Guitari Organelle S2 is the latest version of its beloved music computer with a more powerful CPU, and more.
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August 13, 2025 at 11:48 PM
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matwardmusic.bsky.social
🎄🎅Free TouchOSC controller for Omnisphere 3, just email matwardmusic@gmail.com 🤶🎁

I'll also send you my free controllers for Serum, Diva, Vital, Pigments, Massive, Spire, Analog Lab etc

See it in action here:
youtube.com/shorts/5dC8n...

#Omnisphere #Omnisphere3 #TouchOSC #synths
December 25, 2025 at 1:07 AM
themourningcall.bsky.social
Big changes coming this year. Like a complete redesign. I made barely anything this year and I'm looking forward to creating more and building better habits.
December 25, 2025 at 8:23 PM
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Merry Christmas! 🎄
December 25, 2025 at 12:04 PM
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December 25, 2025 at 3:55 AM
themourningcall.bsky.social
This is lovely (and incredibly well written) Merry Christmas! 🎄
drewtoothpaste.bsky.social drewtoothpaste @drewtoothpaste.bsky.social · 13d
today, on Christmas Eve, i am pleased to share with you my short story which won the local paper's holiday writing contest. alt text spread across two images. i didn't choose celeste age 6's illustration to go with this, but it's perfect. may all of you have long food and a merry christmas
"It's the longest food." That's what my father always said about spaghetti, and where we lived, it was true. These days, even in the sticks, you can get foods from all corners of the globe that are as long as December nights, but back then, spaghetti was the king of long. And for my father, its length represented his dearest wish, which was to celebrate the holidays as long as possible. The day after Thanksgiving, my siblings and I would push the garbage cart up to the back door, and with ceremonial flair, our father would pull Thanksgiving leftovers one by one from the icebox. "Yams!" he'd announce, as if taking roll call in a classroom. He'd hold the dish of orange mush up for the whole family to see, and toss it through the back door into the cart with a measured arc. We didn't know how long he had done this, but as kids, we assumed it was forever, and that our father was a mystical being whose existence pre-dated time itself. "Cranberry sauce!" we'd imagine him announcing to a bewildered pack of neanderthals, right before tossing the world's first canned food out of the cave entrance at the feet of a woolly mammoth. The dishes went in order from least to most important, with the turkey being the last to go. This was always more of a heave-ho than a delicate toss, but we still never saw him miss the cart with his final chuck of the season. He'd turn back around with the word "Turkey!" having barely finished escaping his face, and grin in a way I'd only seen elsewhere on toddlers and murderers. "It's time to get long." We'd pile into the sleigh, and he would call our tiny horses' names one by one, before we dashed through late November's snow to the market. It was our tradition that each child should pick a box of spaghetti, and though we didn't have enough money for luxuries, there was never a year we couldn't pay our Long Friday pasta bill. On the way home, someone would invariably ask our father about the suddenly and suspiciously full sack of rattling boxes under the sleigh's bench seat. He'd laugh, a great, big belly laugh that we never heard in summer, and refuse to tell us. Of course, he'd gone shopping while we were distracted in the market, examining the spaghetti through the boxes' windows, trading them back and forth while the shopkeeper looked on, and attempting to weigh them in our hands with our eyes closed. Once home, we'd line up in order by age, and starting with my eldest sister, we'd open and dump our boxes of spaghetti into the iron pot my mother already had heating by the fire. Some years, with a fresh baby in the house, we'd have to wait several minutes, or sometimes even an hour for our youngest sibling to make their way to the boiling pot, finally cheering when the last box of spaghetti went in. "You're in the final stretch!" was something my mother and father would say during this time, to encourage us at dinner, as we ate bowls of ever-softening spaghetti from the family pot. To make their point, they'd take a noodle out and pull it by its ends, and the closer we were to Christmas, the further the spaghetti would stretch. This is also how Hanukkah works but with oil instead of spaghetti. Finally, on Christmas Day, we'd all run downstairs in our sock feet to sit by the tree, and watch our mother open the brand new set of ceramic servingware our father bought every year to replace the dishes and bowls he'd thrown out a month prior. She would take them into the kitchen, and the siblings would each open their Christmas present. By the time we'd each done that, our mother would have reappeared by the tree, this time holding an exquisitely wrapped and ribboned package, bearing a name tag addressed to my father. Not addressed to Mr., not addressed to Father, but his full name, the one we dare never spoke aloud, not even while alone. My father's name? Santa Claus... The Third.
December 25, 2025 at 7:31 AM
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'Twas the night before #Christmas… DOS-style 🎄💾

In 1987, PC Life Magazine gifted us with ’Twas the Night Before Christmas: Animated Musical Christmas Disk — a charmingly low-res, CGA 4-color holiday e-card.

Play it in your browser ⤵️
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#HappyHolidays #HolidayGames
December 24, 2025 at 6:02 PM
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dasharez0ne.bsky.social
FIND YOUR LOCAL FOOD BANK AT www.feedingamerica.org/find-your-lo... AND SHOOT EM A FEW BUCK'S - dashare.zone ADMIN
SKELATEN HOLDEN A LETTER FROM VERMONT FOODBANK "THANKS FOR DA $69" - DASHARE.ZONE ADMIN
December 23, 2025 at 3:05 PM
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openculture.bsky.social
The Pulp Tarot: A New Tarot Deck Inspired by Midcentury Pulp Illustrations
The Pulp Tarot: A New Tarot Deck Inspired by Midcentury Pulp Illustrations
Graphic artist Todd Alcott has endeared himself to Open Culture readers by retrofitting midcentury pulp paperback covers and illustrations with classic lyrics from the likes of David Bowie, Prince, Bo...
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December 22, 2025 at 11:09 PM
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Last chance to sign up for my art blog newsletter before the next issue drops tomorrow, all about Ed Emshwiller's series of four-armed Santa covers for Galaxy magazine! 70s-sci-fi-art.ghost.io
A Santa with four arms is in his moonbase, with the airlock open to a group of alien carolers. Galaxy magazine cover text is visible. Santa sweats as he studies up on books about intergalactic travel and alien manners. Behind his desk is a massive range of computer banks listing the good and bad kids from across the universe. Galaxy magazine cover text is visible. Santa has four arms. He's at an intergalactic mall surrounded by a varied group of aliens, with a green alien kid on his knee. The four-armed Santa is at a restaurant filled with humans and a squiggling blue type of alien.
December 21, 2025 at 9:06 PM
themourningcall.bsky.social
I’ve been a user since v2. It was my go to DAW for years. Congratulations! 🎉🥳
December 19, 2025 at 9:43 AM
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Eventide released four more algorithms for the H90. Hands down one of the best pedal investments I’ve ever made.
December 18, 2025 at 6:03 PM
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roberthenke.bsky.social
step by step making some of my old webpages responsive and slightly rewrite texts for more clarity. It is nice to have such an archive of things. done today: Atlantic Waves, a network performance from 2001. roberthenke.com/concerts/atl...
December 18, 2025 at 11:11 AM