At some point, KVR needs to be augmented with an inbuilt Latin translator. I see the language a lot round here, and my active knowledge of this "dead" language is so miniscule it's almost a small death in itself.Meffy wrote:Catapultam habeo. Et cetera.
have fancy textures and modulation killed melody?
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- KVRAF
- 2938 posts since 18 Jul, 2005
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- KVRAF
- 3418 posts since 26 Mar, 2002 from london
I think melody is overated.
It's the space in music that gives it the intensity of emotion. That's why I prefer the gaps between CD tracks to the tracks themselves. In fact, while a track is playing I'm looking forward to the next bit of silence, and the track just builds anticipation.
It's the space in music that gives it the intensity of emotion. That's why I prefer the gaps between CD tracks to the tracks themselves. In fact, while a track is playing I'm looking forward to the next bit of silence, and the track just builds anticipation.
Every day takes figuring out all over again how to f#ckin’ live.
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- angelboy
- 4586 posts since 21 Aug, 2001 from Larnaca, Cyprus
chagzuki wrote:I think melody is overated.
It's the space in music that gives it the intensity of emotion. That's why I prefer the gaps between CD tracks to the tracks themselves. In fact, while a track is playing I'm looking forward to the next bit of silence, and the track just builds anticipation.
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- Skunk Mod
- 21249 posts since 10 Jun, 2004 from Pony Pasture
The full version is "Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam." IOW, "I have a catapult. Give me all your money or I will fling a large stone at your head." ;-)robenestobenz wrote:At some point, KVR needs to be augmented with an inbuilt Latin translator. I see the language a lot round here, and my active knowledge of this "dead" language is so miniscule it's almost a small death in itself.Meffy wrote:Catapultam habeo. Et cetera.
Of all the useless phrases I know of, that's one of the most useless. Great stuff, Latin.
chagzuki: I once read a science fiction story in which a scientist, trying to find why toilet paper always tore any place except the perforations, discovers that the holes are the strongest part. It was written in the 1940s or 1950s, so naturally the military and intelligence move in on him... don't recall how it ends, but the premise was pretty ingenious.