#AudioMo day23:

Did you know that there is hidden morse code all throughout Mike Oldfield's 'Tubular Bells' album?

Somehow, probably during the two-track mix-down stage of the album, the CW from a powerful, very low frequency transmitter about 37 miles north of the studio in which this album was recorded found it's way to tape. It's centered at 16 kHz, and so low in the mix that you can't actually hear it... at least, not without some help.

This is a very short, not particularly comprehensive demo using two different methods -- a pair of stock Reaper plugins and an SDR package to mostly isolate this morse transmission, which is heard throughout the entire album.

References:
Hidden Morse Code in Tubular Bells https://madpsy.uk/link-between-the-soundtrack-of-the-exorcist-and-amateur-radio/

The Hidden Signal Inside A Platinum Selling Album - Tubular Bells https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3UJAfuvniI

It's a few posts behind but today we have @fireborn the author of the new accessibility blog series "I Want to Love Linux. It Doesn’t Love Me Back" to talk about his experience with Linux accessibility #Linux

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Yj6D5ez2Ow

Audio: https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/tech-over-tea/episodes/Linux-Accessibility-Needs-Some-Work--Fireborn-e34ggk7

EDIT: In response to this post @anewsocial has clarified their instance level opt-in. See: https://mastodon.online/@mastodonmigration/114718035272697625

NOTICE: Your account may soon be bridged to #Bluesky whether or not you want it to be.

According to @LaurensHof's excellent Fediverse Report (https://fediversereport.com/fediverse-report-121/) changes have been made to the Bluesky bridge.

"Bridgy Fed, the bridging software that connects ActivityPub with ATProto, has gotten an update where server admins can opt-in to the bridge for their entire server."

“Over four months, LLM users consistently underperformed at neural, linguistic, and behavioral levels.”

https://www.media.mit.edu/publications/your-brain-on-chatgpt/

When I was a baby, I lived in a tiny bedroom not much bigger than a closet. It was so small that, apparently, the listing for the house didn't count it as a bedroom at all.
For the first thirty years of my life, I lived in the same house, but not the same bedroom.
At five years old, I moved to a larger bedroom, with my brother moving to the basement. My new-born brother then got my old bedroom.
This arrangement lasted until I was 15, when my older brother moved out. I then got the basement room, little brother got my old bedroom, and the almost closet-sized room was turned into storage, mostly, aside from being the gateway to the basement. Yes, you had to walk through this room to go downstairs.

A couple of years later, as I was trying to squish my bedroom and a project studio into the same space, I decided to move my bed back upstairs to the squishroom, which gave me more room in the basement to install more instruments and audio gear. That situation existed for 12 years.

Anyway, when I was a baby in that tiny little box of a room, before a ceiling fan was installed, my parents put a very small table fan next to my bed. It didn't oscillate, and there was nothing really special about it. This fan was as cheap as cheap could be.
It had a three position switch, vertically oriented. High was forward, low was back, off in the middle.
I can still very clearly remember the sound it made, how it was built, the shape of the base, etc.

When I was three years old, I got on this kick asking people to whom things belonged, even if the answer should have been obvious to me.
I specifically remember asking my father one day who owned one of the windows in their bedroom. His response? Jim Stamey, a guy who owned a local barbecue place.
I was a bit incredulous, but went with it.
Different parts of the house were apparently owned by different random people that my parents knew.
This little fan, for example, belonged to Kelly White, my dad's boss at the time.

Around then, I became aware of Wheel of Fortune, and thus, Vanna White.
I asked Dad if Vanna White was Kelly White's wife. Of course, she wasn't, but from that point onward, that fan was Vanna, because that's just how my brain works.

Vanna was last seem by me sometime in the summer of 1989 languishing in a corner of the basement, by the way.

so this local mess thing is a pretty huge deal.

also, if youve ever wondered "how the fuck does instagram know this shit, are they listening to me?!"

well.. yes, they are (https://futurism.com/the-byte/facebook-partner-phones-listening-microphone)

but they, until the 3rd of this month, were playing hot potato with their tracking pixels that live on millions of sites, your browser, and fb/ig apps on your phone

https://localmess.github.io/
[edit] oops, had the wrong link for localmess writeup