Waikiki Brothers is a film about hope in hardship and endurance in decline as seen through the eyes of a struggling nightclub bandleader forced to return to its hometown..
Industry tries to turn net neutrality debate on its head.
I like how after already demanding and getting money from Netflix to stop degrading connection, telecom is trying to say that they’re afraid Netflix is the one that’s going to try to extort money from them.
As far as core set prereleases go, this one was actually better than average.
Guidelines say “concrete facts” are “not necessary” for terrorism watchlisting.
Best quote from the article: “Attorney General Eric Holder, for example, had claimed last year that national security would be imperiled if the public knew that a Stanford University graduate student was placed on the no-fly list because an FBI agent checked the wrong box on a nomination form.”
Brubeck proves more than capable of casting a musical spell solo.
States have constitutional right to limit rights of municipalities, group says.
So what you legislators are trying to tell me is that I, along with my city, don’t have a right to choose to set up internet access outside of the humongous monopolies that already exist? Oh and you’re all in the pockets of those big monopolies? And the states whose legislators are in the pocket of the telecom industry can freely contest the Supremacy Clause of the U.S. Constitution… because… the constitution?
"Let you go?" I asked her, dumbstruck. "Let you go?"
She didn’t say a word, but merely looked at me with what I thought was feigned resolution.
"I spent the entirety of my life before you alone because I honestly believed that I never would meet someone I wanted to share it with. And then you came and you made me throw away everything I thought I knew about myself."
She was crying. Hell, I was crying. We were both crying and my voice was getting that weird rounded tone that you hear other people get when trying to talk while crying.
"Being with you— I’m not me anymore. I stopped being me the moment you walked into my life."
There was a part of my brain thinking about how ridiculous I was. The old me. He’s saying that he didn’t realize how ugly a crier I was. So. Much. Snot.
But she’s looking down now. She’s not crying as ugly as me. I guess she’s had much more practice crying with me than I’ve had with her.
I stopped. It was hard to even speak. I needed to collect myself. I put my face in my hands and sighed, breathing erratically.
She put her hand on my head. In my hair. The other hand wiping away her own tears.
"I don’t know if there is a me without you now."
She’s stronger now. I can feel it. She knows what she has to do and not just for her, but for me too.
"You—" she stops as she starts, unable to stem her own tears. But she takes a breath.
She continues almost inaudibly, so quietly I have to turn my ear to her to hear her: “I know you. I’ve gotten to know you. The you before me and the you with me too. I know it hurts right now, but I know that you’re going to be fine. That you will be better.”
"This isn’t easy for me either, but—you know that we can’t go on anymore. I love you, but you hurt me. And I hurt you. And we’re never going to heal if we keep hurting each other."
I can only whimper. I know it’s true, but that doesn’t make me feel any better.
She takes her hand back. Oh, God, I wish she didn’t do that. Please, put it back. Give me a little hope.
She stands up, wiping away her tears. “I’ve got to go.”
I can only hang my head.
"I—", it’s so hard to say it so I whisper it. "I’ll call you… later… about the logistics and all."
And just like that, I sense part of the old me, the single me flooding me again, mixed with the strange new creature I’ve become.
"Okay." she says as she walks to the door. She pauses at the door, momentarily, perhaps with words on her mind, but then she opens the door and leaves.
I don’t know how long I sat in that chair. It felt like hours. It might have been hours because it was dark by then and only light in the apartment was coming from the street lamps outside and the small lamp near the door.
I took a breath and it felt like the first breath I had taken in that whole hour. The table was a mess. I picked up the dishes and started cleaning.
The thing that always bothers me about live performances in Kpop is the the heavy reliance on backing tracks instead of live backing and harmony. In this cover of Taeyang’s “눈, 코, 입”, Lush gives the performance a surprising amount of life by just singing together live. Wait for song’s climax near the end to see just how much impact live vocals in unison can have.