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Cake day: October 15th, 2023

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  • Depending on the era and genre, the most ubiquitous drum machine would be a Linn Drum (late 70s & early 80s pop, e.g. ABBA), Roland TR-808 (80s soft pop, e.g. Phil Collins), or Roland TR-909 (90s House/Dance/Trance, e.g. Scooter).

    There are many others, of course, and even if the actual machine wasn’t used, these sounds have been sampled and reused countless times, e.g. using a Fairlight CMI.

    Interestingly, the 808 is the only one of the three that does NOT use samples itself but synthesizes all of its percussion sounds, which gives it a rather distinct character. Perhaps that is what led you to believe that it is the most ubiquitous drum machine - it’s easier to recognize than the others, even in a crowded mix.





  • Even a dedicated lab might not be able to read your data once you’ve hammered nails through the platters.
    Usually what they do is they take out the platters in a clean-room environment and place them in an otherwise identical drive, then read from that. But a deformed platter with a hole in it will cause extreme oscillations once you start rotating it at thousands of RPM. Which will crash the head(s) pretty much instantly.
    So realistically, outside of an MI6-style lab with Q and his team using custom-built equipment dedicated to reading data from purposely destroyed drives, I don’t see how anyone could do it. Would love to hear from someone who works in data recovery or is in contact with people who do, though.
    One thing we haven’t talked about, by the way, is how to prevent SSDs from having their data recovered. That should be straightforward though, just schwack the NAND chips with a hammer until they’re all broken. As with the HDD, be sure to wear appropriate PPE to protect against eye injury and dust inhalation.




  • Isn’t the tension between Gatsby’s great image and his complex, problematic actuality kind of the point of the story?

    (My bonus interpretation: it’s also about how America looks like Gatsby’s lavish party spot from afar with its green pier light beckoning, yet once you get close it’s more like the valley of ashes, its people downtrodden and consumed by jealousy to the point of violence)