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Well, you’re my roommate. You’ve smoked my pot. That makes us bros. It’s not really anything crazy, though. We just meet a couple times a week and fuck.” “Just sex? You don’t talk or anything? Or hang out?” “We usually smoke a bowl, fuck,
Jasinda Wilder (Forever & Always (The Ever Trilogy, #1))
If talking pictures could be said to have a father, it was Lee De Forest, a brilliant but erratic inventor of electrical devices of all types. (He had 216 patents.) In 1907, while searching for ways to boost telephone signals, De Forest invented something called the thermionic triode detector. De Forest’s patent described it as “a System for Amplifying Feeble Electric Currents” and it would play a pivotal role in the development of broadcast radio and much else involving the delivery of sound, but the real developments would come from others. De Forest, unfortunately, was forever distracted by business problems. Several companies he founded went bankrupt, twice he was swindled by his backers, and constantly he was in court fighting over money or patents. For these reasons, he didn’t follow through on his invention. Meanwhile, other hopeful inventors demonstrated various sound-and-image systems—Cinematophone, Cameraphone, Synchroscope—but in every case the only really original thing about them was their name. All produced sounds that were faint or muddy, or required impossibly perfect timing on the part of the projectionist. Getting a projector and sound system to run in perfect tandem was basically impossible. Moving pictures were filmed with hand-cranked cameras, which introduced a slight variability in speed that no sound system could adjust to. Projectionists also commonly repaired damaged film by cutting out a few frames and resplicing what remained, which clearly would throw out any recording. Even perfect film sometimes skipped or momentarily stuttered in the projector. All these things confounded synchronization. De Forest came up with the idea of imprinting the sound directly onto the film. That meant that no matter what happened with the film, sound and image would always be perfectly aligned. Failing to find backers in America, he moved to Berlin in the early 1920s and there developed a system that he called Phonofilm. De Forest made his first Phonofilm movie in 1921 and by 1923 he was back in America giving public demonstrations. He filmed Calvin Coolidge making a speech, Eddie Cantor singing, George Bernard Shaw pontificating, and DeWolf Hopper reciting “Casey at the Bat.” By any measure, these were the first talking pictures. However, no Hollywood studio would invest in them. The sound quality still wasn’t ideal, and the recording system couldn’t quite cope with multiple voices and movement of a type necessary for any meaningful dramatic presentation. One invention De Forest couldn’t make use of was his own triode detector tube, because the patents now resided with Western Electric, a subsidiary of AT&T. Western Electric had been using the triode to develop public address systems for conveying speeches to large crowds or announcements to fans at baseball stadiums and the like. But in the 1920s it occurred to some forgotten engineer at the company that the triode detector could be used to project sound in theaters as well. The upshot was that in 1925 Warner Bros. bought the system from Western Electric and dubbed it Vitaphone. By the time of The Jazz Singer, it had already featured in theatrical presentations several times. Indeed, the Roxy on its opening night in March 1927 played a Vitaphone feature of songs from Carmen sung by Giovanni Martinelli. “His voice burst from the screen with splendid synchronization with the movements of his lips,” marveled the critic Mordaunt Hall in the Times. “It rang through the great theatre as if he had himself been on the stage.
Bill Bryson (One Summer: America, 1927)
Most teachers at Vista Summit go exclusively by their last names as a byproduct of working at a school run by dude bros who once played Vista sports and then became teacher-coaches so they could revel in those glory days forever.
Alison Cochrun (Here We Go Again)
When you’re a kid,” he said, “time lasts forever. You’re immortal. When your grandparents die, it’s not real. Not yet. Then your parents go, and … well, it’s like there’s no more insurance. You’re next in line. You’re that guy!” He laughed. “The last one standing. The one everyone wants to make sure to see at Christmas, because you never know. You never know. I can see them grieving me even while I’m still here. And there’s a comfort in that. A love. So maybe that’s what you’re giving your father by being here. Even if he doesn’t know it in his brain, he knows it in his cells.” Her throat was dry, and her eyes burned. She folded her hands, staring down at the ridgeline of her knuckles. The man said, “What?” She cleared her throat. “The mourning, it sucks, yeah, but no one tells you…” He kept his gaze steady on her. She forced out the words. “No one tells you how hard it is not to get resentful.” “Accept it,” he said. “If you accept life, you accept all its rich, awful complexities. Because if you think about it, what’s the alternative?” She thought of pork-belly sliders and dude-bros thumbing their phones over dinner and the sweet bullshit promise of demo-targeted advertising. She took the man’s hand, skin draped over bone. “Thank you.
Gregg Hurwitz (Out of the Dark (Orphan X, #4))
It was a car racing movie, my brother’s favorite kind of movie, and one of the characters picked up a sledgehammer, using it to destroy the hood of his friend’s car. The boys groaned. Hugo even covered his mouth and sat up. I rolled my eyes. Boys. “Dude,” my brother said. Wes exhaled. “You don’t do that to your bro’s car.
Yesenia Vargas (#BreakingTheRules (#BestFriendsForever, #5))
To Ramona" (originally by Bob Dylan) Ramona come closer, shut softley your watery eyes The pangs of your sadness will pass as your senses will rise But the flowers of the city thou breath like yet death like at times There's no use in trying to deal with the dying Though I can not explain that in rhymes Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss have to be by the touch of your skin Your magnetic movements still capture the minutes I'm in It grieves my heart, love to see you trying to be a part of a world that just don't exist It's all just a scheme, babe, a vacuum of dreams that sucks you into feeling like this I've heard you say many times that your better than no-one and no-one is better than you If you really believe that you know you have nothing to win and nothing to do From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem They'll hype you and type you and make you feel that you got to be just like them I'd forever talk to you but soon my words would turn into a meaningless ring For deep in my heart there's no help I can bring Everything passes and everything changes just do what you think you should do Then someday maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and be crying to you Then someday maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and be crying to you The Flying Burrito Brothers, The Flying Burrito Bros (1971)
The Flying Burrito Brothers (Out of the Blue-Best of By The Flying Burrito Brothers (1995-09-28))