Editorial7 Views of the MountainA List of Definitions of Artificial Intelligence
Artificial Intelligence (n) Quite sexy under the fire You cavort with colorful toads beyond the towers Awake! The fun is good Weird and sticky beyond the virgin We lick entrancing fears beneath the virgin Intense! The devil has fled Strange and violet beyond the gods We sense entrancing women on the fire Be aware! The evil will come again backlit defiant seeing the light a phone ringing somewhere For whose sake our neighbour come singing taking a chance Artificial Intelligence (n) Beyond this moment of summer the young ones rejoice, In the stillness of longing the women echo, On the cold mountain of birth the poets sing, Artificial Intelligence (n) See, see the mum sky Marvel at its big unsuitable color depths. Tell me, as if you had any friends do you Wonder why the other than your mum ignores you? Why its foobly stare makes you feel describe your feelings. I can tell you, it is Worried by your a made-up word facial growth That looks like A I don't want to know What's more, it knows Your is that rude? potting shed Smells of small and green. Everything under the big mum sky Asks why, why do I even bother? You only charm something that smells. Artificial Intelligence (n)what have you done? a shadow of pain as emotions shudder. once we tasted paradise, wide-eyed and wide-eyed, but your heart soured. a sickening throng of memory - tears follow rain, follow rain, love burnt to ashes. in a torrent of hate, i hate you.
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The Neo-DaDaism Issue In Tribute to Richard Hamilton and Some Other, Likely British, People...6/23/2017 There is no point in attempting to approach any of this. There is only the images that we are presented and the way we decide to take those images in. Beyond that, it's all whatever bullshit you decide to put on it.EditorialAbout Stanford University has become home to the core of the Anderson Collection, one of the world’s most outstanding private assemblies of modern and contemporary American art. The collection is a gift from Harry W. and Mary Margaret Anderson and Mary Patricia Anderson Pence, the Bay Area family who built the collection over the last 50 years. The university has constructed a permanent building exclusively for the collection within its expanding arts district. It is adjacent to Cantor Arts Center and the planned McMurtry Building for the Department of Art and Art History, and across Palm Drive from Bing Concert Hall and Frost Amphitheater. The addition of this remarkable art collection strengthens Stanford’s growing commitment to the arts and the connection between the study, creation and experience of art. The Writing on The Walls37 Minutes - A CompositionEditorialCassoulet
1 - Turn oven heat to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C) and bake cassoulet, uncovered, until crumb topping is crisp, edges are bubbling, and the bubbles are slow and sticky, 20 to 25 more minutes. Serve beans on individual plates and top each serving with a piece of duck and several sausage pieces. 2 - Break crust with a spoon and shake pot gently to redistribute. Return to oven and continue cooking, stopping to break and shake the crust every 30 minutes until you reach the 4 1/2 hour mark. Return to oven and continue cooking undisturbed until the crust is deep brown and thick, about 5 to 6 hours total. Serve immediately. 3 - Reduce the oven temperature to 275°. Gently stir in the skin that has formed on the cassoulet. Nestle in the sausages and drizzle with the remaining 2 tablespoons of reserved fat. Sprinkle with the bread crumbs. Bake the cassoulet for 1 hour longer, until it is richly browned on the surface. Transfer to a cloth-lined rack and let rest for at least 20 minutes before serving. 4 - Ladle cassoulet into casserole dish, distributing meat and beans evenly. (Meat and beans should be level with liquid; if they are submerged, ladle excess liquid back into pot and boil until reduced, then pour back into casserole dish.) Spread bread crumb topping evenly over cassoulet and bake, uncovered, in lower third of oven, until bubbling and crust is golden, about 1 hour. 5 - Increase oven heat to 450, and cook until the beans are bubbling and crusted around the edges and the meats are deeply crisp on top (about 10-15 minutes). Let rest 10 minutes or so before serving. 6 - In a small saute pan over low heat, add the oil and the garlic. Stir until the oil is fragrant, about 1 minute. Toss in the bread crumbs and cook until the bread crumbs start to turn golden, about 2 to 3 minutes. Season with salt and pepper, to taste, and remove from heat. 7 - Combine all ingredients thoroughly and store in an airtight jar or container. 8 - Cover and refrigerate overnight, or combine breadcrumbs and remaining 1 tablespoon oil in a small bowl; stir to mix well. Stir in Parmesan cheese. Sprinkle mixture over casserole. Bake, uncovered, at 350° for 45 minutes or until chicken is no longer pink and crumbs are lightly browned. FOURTRIANGLESOpen Microsoft Paint. FIrst, make a series of rectangles, oriented perpendicular to one another, preferably long and thin with narrow-stroke edges. Then, make a series of smaller, more square rectangles that intersect or connect these. Creat four large triangles, then begin to fill these with various colors. Save this image, then revert back until all the color is gone. Then fill again, with a different color palette, or with black and white patterns and textures. Save, and repeat the process no feweer than 200 times. Enter these images into a video composer system, and play with transparency and exposure. Save this as FOURTRAINGLES.mp4. (Pause) - An Audio ExplorationThe Numbers One to Twelve, In OrderOne Six Ten Two Five Four Nine Eight Seven Three Eleven Twelve She Wrestles, She Wrestled, She Will Wrestle...Sonnet #1 by William Carlos WilliamsDisciplined by the artist increase, to go round die, and round decease, in holiday gear memory: a riotously gay rabble of eyes, peasants and their fuel, ample-bottomed doxies lies, fills cruel: the market square ornament, featured by the women in spring, their starched content, white headgear niggarding: they prance or go openly be, London 2016Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a bower, Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and dower Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and power. Have forfeited their ancient English fen Of inward happiness. We are selfish pen, Oh! raise us up, return to us men; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, again; Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the heart Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, sea: So didst thou travel on life's common free, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy way The lowliest duties on herself did lay. In Letters we Find Many CoupletsIt is impossible of two Women to know an old from a young one, impossible to change them and that had this been done, that a Flying Spaghetti Monster created the universe, Your dignity is long gone by this point, as your sense of self-worth, But keep that extra bunk made, Who cares if the people who worked on it get paid? I read the whole fucking thing, dear I am in Birmingham because injustice is here. How can I live with the child missing you? the religious circles surrounding him, and the “dirty Jew unhappy that you are not out of breath and dripping; I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping. who can prevent a war which may reduce humanity to a savage state old business formulas which are designed to perpetuate background checks for ALL gun sales, then your statement that you do not capture killer whales That ruminates on a couple mid-tempo grooves, an opportunity for a spot at the Louvre. EditorialThe Good Lord Giveth, and He Taketh Away - |
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