#consequence — Public Fediverse posts

Depending on the unique makeup of our developmental phase and ongoing demand in daily life, a more or less limiting corridor of perception is formed.

https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/what-are-we

#perception #development #predictiveprocessing #consequence #society #mind #potential #biology #childhood

Depending on the unique makeup of our developmental phase and ongoing demand in daily life, a more or less limiting corridor of perception is formed.

https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/what-are-we

#perception #development #predictiveprocessing #consequence #society #mind #potential #biology #childhood

A quotation from Homer

The recklessness of their ways destroyed them all.
 
[Αὐτῶν γὰρ σφετέρῃσιν ἀτασθαλίῃσιν ὄλοντο.]

Homer (fl. 7th-8th C. BC) Greek author
The Odyssey [Ὀδύσσεια], Book 1, l. 7ff (1.7) (c. 700 BC) [tr. Fagles (1996)]

More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/homer/46491/

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #homer #odyssey #consequence #death #destruction #divinejudgment #folly #incaution #punishment #recklessness

The #Propositions of #Mathematics — #Axiom, #Lemma, #Theorem, #Corollary, #Consequence, #Conjecture : Medium

How #Healthy is your #Brain? We now know how to find out : New Sci

#Computing in a #Memory with #Physics : Science

Latest #KnowledgeLinks

https://knowledgezone.co.in/resources/bookmarks

The #Propositions of #Mathematics — #Axiom, #Lemma, #Theorem, #Corollary, #Consequence, #Conjecture : Medium

How #Healthy is your #Brain? We now know how to find out : New Sci

#Computing in a #Memory with #Physics : Science

Latest #KnowledgeLinks

https://knowledgezone.co.in/resources/bookmarks

“Because morality scales with awareness of consequence, every expansion of our understanding expands our sphere of moral responsibility.”

https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/morality

#morality #awareness #consequence #climateChange #biology #evolution

“Because morality scales with awareness of consequence, every expansion of our understanding expands our sphere of moral responsibility.”

https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/morality

#morality #awareness #consequence #climateChange #biology #evolution

Are you curious about how consciousness emerged through evolution? Look no further.

https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/eden-ahead

#consciousness #evolution #biology #adaptation #humanity #consequence

Are you curious about how consciousness emerged through evolution? Look no further.

https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/eden-ahead

#consciousness #evolution #biology #adaptation #humanity #consequence

A wound is not a data point fed into a cost function; it is a structural change to the organism that experienced it, reorganizing future behavior at the level of the body rather than through a parameter update chosen by an external optimizer.🌱

https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/what-intelligence-actually-is

#AI #AGI #AMI #LeCun #Computation #Intelligence #Mathematics #Uncertainty #Humanity #Evolution #Consequence

A wound is not a data point fed into a cost function; it is a structural change to the organism that experienced it, reorganizing future behavior at the level of the body rather than through a parameter update chosen by an external optimizer.🌱

https://athinkerinnature.substack.com/p/what-intelligence-actually-is

#AI #AGI #AMI #LeCun #Computation #Intelligence #Mathematics #Uncertainty #Humanity #Evolution #Consequence

Avarice

A big red-lettered sign outside the house pronounced it CONDEMNED, and still I ventured across the creaky porch into the dark abyss that lay beyond the doorway.

The sign should have been enough.

The sagging roof should have been enough. The busted windows, the weeds grown waist-high against the steps, the porch boards soft beneath my feet like wet bread. Even the silence should have warned me, that heavy silence of a place no longer waiting to be lived in, but waiting to fall.

Still, I entered.

At first, I told myself I only wanted to look.

I stepped carefully through the doorway, one hand out before me, the other trailing along the wall, my fingers gathering dust as thick as ash. The air inside was stale and sweet with rot. Somewhere in the walls, something skittered. Somewhere above me, a loose shutter tapped in the wind, though no wind seemed able to reach that far into the house.

I walked slowly, carefully, among the rooms, savoring the cobwebbed pleasures each one offered.

In the parlor hung a beautiful chandelier, dimmed by dust but still glittering faintly where the sunlight found it. I stood beneath it for a long moment, imagining it cleaned and lit, imagining its crystals throwing stars across a ceiling that was already splitting.

In the dining room, half-buried beneath a fallen curtain, I found a gold-embossed vase. I turned it in my hands, brushing away the grime with my sleeve. There were cracks in it, but not enough to ruin its beauty. Not enough to keep me from wanting it.

In the kitchen, beside a rusted sink, I found a silver spoon.

I slipped it into my pocket.

That was the first thing I took.

It was so small it hardly seemed to matter. A spoon from a dead house. A little rescued thing. A little reward for courage. No one would miss it. No one could want it now.

And yet, once it was in my pocket, I began to see more.

A brass candlestick. A framed miniature. A blue glass bottle on a windowsill. A cracked mirror whose tarnished edge still caught my reflection and gave it back to me in fragments. Every room offered something. Every corner whispered, take this too.

The house, for all its ruin, was rich with forgotten beauty.

I forgot the sign.

I forgot the porch beneath me, the warning in red letters, the dark mouth of the doorway through which I had entered. I forgot the sky outside and the field beyond and the clean air I had left behind.

There was only the next room.

And the next thing.

And the next.

I began to move faster, less carefully now, my pockets heavy, my arms full. I no longer savored the rooms. I searched them. I pulled open drawers swollen shut with damp. I kicked aside fallen plaster. I tore through the dust as if the house owed me what it had hidden.

Then the house gave a lurch.

It was not a sound at first, but a movement, a deep shudder traveling up through the floorboards and into my bones. The chandelier trembled. The walls groaned. Somewhere above me, a beam cracked like a rifle shot.

I froze.

For one foolish second, I clutched the vase tighter.

Then years of rot began to cascade down around me.

Plaster fell in pale sheets. Wood split. A rain of dust poured from the ceiling, thick and choking. The rooms that had seemed so full of treasure became suddenly full of teeth. The beautiful chandelier swung once, twice, then tore free and crashed behind me in a glittering explosion.

I began to run back through the rooms, oblivious to their ancient beauty in my haste to reach the spot of sunlight that spoke of the doorway and safety.

The vase fell from my hands and shattered.

I did not stop.

The brass candlestick dropped from beneath my arm and rolled away into darkness.

I did not turn.

The spoon in my pocket struck against my thigh with each step, a small, hard reminder of what had first persuaded me that stealing from ruin was not theft.

Beams landed beside me with thundering crashes as I ran, sending up clouds of choking dust. I began to cough uncontrollably, each breath tearing at my throat. My eyes watered. The doorway vanished in a smoky haze.

For a moment I could not see anything.

I stumbled into a wall, felt old nails bite into my palm, and cried out. Something sharp tore across the top of my foot. I kept moving. There was no thought left in me but air, light, escape.

The house groaned again, deeper this time, like some enormous animal folding in upon itself.

I ran toward where I believed the door had been.

Or where I prayed it had been.

Suddenly I burst through its frame and out into the field as the house fell with a great crash behind me.

The sound rolled through the ground and up into my chest. Dust billowed outward, swallowing the porch, the windows, the red-lettered sign, the rooms, the chandelier, the vase, the mirror, the bottle, all the small treasures that had called to me from the dark.

I fell to my knees in the grass and coughed until my ribs ached.

For a long while I could only kneel there, bent over, my hands pressed into the dirt, breathing the open air like a man newly born.

I had escaped certain demise with few scars, save the bloody scratches from nails on my hands and feet.

But they would soon heal.

I told myself that as I stood.

I told myself that as I brushed the dust from my clothes.

I told myself that as I looked once more at the heap of timber and plaster and ruin that had almost become my grave.

Then I felt the weight still in my pocket.

My fingers went to it before I could stop them.

The silver spoon was bent now, scratched and blackened, but it was still there.

I drew it out and held it in my bleeding hand.

Behind me, the condemned house settled into silence.

Before me, the field opened wide and clean beneath the sun.

I should have thrown the spoon into the wreckage.

I should have left it there with the rot and the dust and the red-lettered warning.

Instead, I wiped it on my sleeve and slipped it back into my pocket.

After all, it was only a small thing.

Originally written June 16, 1987, expanded June 2026

Avarice

A big red-lettered sign outside the house pronounced it CONDEMNED, and still I ventured across the creaky porch into the dark abyss that lay beyond the doorway.

The sign should have been enough.

The sagging roof should have been enough. The busted windows, the weeds grown waist-high against the steps, the porch boards soft beneath my feet like wet bread. Even the silence should have warned me, that heavy silence of a place no longer waiting to be lived in, but waiting to fall.

Still, I entered.

At first, I told myself I only wanted to look.

I stepped carefully through the doorway, one hand out before me, the other trailing along the wall, my fingers gathering dust as thick as ash. The air inside was stale and sweet with rot. Somewhere in the walls, something skittered. Somewhere above me, a loose shutter tapped in the wind, though no wind seemed able to reach that far into the house.

I walked slowly, carefully, among the rooms, savoring the cobwebbed pleasures each one offered.

In the parlor hung a beautiful chandelier, dimmed by dust but still glittering faintly where the sunlight found it. I stood beneath it for a long moment, imagining it cleaned and lit, imagining its crystals throwing stars across a ceiling that was already splitting.

In the dining room, half-buried beneath a fallen curtain, I found a gold-embossed vase. I turned it in my hands, brushing away the grime with my sleeve. There were cracks in it, but not enough to ruin its beauty. Not enough to keep me from wanting it.

In the kitchen, beside a rusted sink, I found a silver spoon.

I slipped it into my pocket.

That was the first thing I took.

It was so small it hardly seemed to matter. A spoon from a dead house. A little rescued thing. A little reward for courage. No one would miss it. No one could want it now.

And yet, once it was in my pocket, I began to see more.

A brass candlestick. A framed miniature. A blue glass bottle on a windowsill. A cracked mirror whose tarnished edge still caught my reflection and gave it back to me in fragments. Every room offered something. Every corner whispered, take this too.

The house, for all its ruin, was rich with forgotten beauty.

I forgot the sign.

I forgot the porch beneath me, the warning in red letters, the dark mouth of the doorway through which I had entered. I forgot the sky outside and the field beyond and the clean air I had left behind.

There was only the next room.

And the next thing.

And the next.

I began to move faster, less carefully now, my pockets heavy, my arms full. I no longer savored the rooms. I searched them. I pulled open drawers swollen shut with damp. I kicked aside fallen plaster. I tore through the dust as if the house owed me what it had hidden.

Then the house gave a lurch.

It was not a sound at first, but a movement, a deep shudder traveling up through the floorboards and into my bones. The chandelier trembled. The walls groaned. Somewhere above me, a beam cracked like a rifle shot.

I froze.

For one foolish second, I clutched the vase tighter.

Then years of rot began to cascade down around me.

Plaster fell in pale sheets. Wood split. A rain of dust poured from the ceiling, thick and choking. The rooms that had seemed so full of treasure became suddenly full of teeth. The beautiful chandelier swung once, twice, then tore free and crashed behind me in a glittering explosion.

I began to run back through the rooms, oblivious to their ancient beauty in my haste to reach the spot of sunlight that spoke of the doorway and safety.

The vase fell from my hands and shattered.

I did not stop.

The brass candlestick dropped from beneath my arm and rolled away into darkness.

I did not turn.

The spoon in my pocket struck against my thigh with each step, a small, hard reminder of what had first persuaded me that stealing from ruin was not theft.

Beams landed beside me with thundering crashes as I ran, sending up clouds of choking dust. I began to cough uncontrollably, each breath tearing at my throat. My eyes watered. The doorway vanished in a smoky haze.

For a moment I could not see anything.

I stumbled into a wall, felt old nails bite into my palm, and cried out. Something sharp tore across the top of my foot. I kept moving. There was no thought left in me but air, light, escape.

The house groaned again, deeper this time, like some enormous animal folding in upon itself.

I ran toward where I believed the door had been.

Or where I prayed it had been.

Suddenly I burst through its frame and out into the field as the house fell with a great crash behind me.

The sound rolled through the ground and up into my chest. Dust billowed outward, swallowing the porch, the windows, the red-lettered sign, the rooms, the chandelier, the vase, the mirror, the bottle, all the small treasures that had called to me from the dark.

I fell to my knees in the grass and coughed until my ribs ached.

For a long while I could only kneel there, bent over, my hands pressed into the dirt, breathing the open air like a man newly born.

I had escaped certain demise with few scars, save the bloody scratches from nails on my hands and feet.

But they would soon heal.

I told myself that as I stood.

I told myself that as I brushed the dust from my clothes.

I told myself that as I looked once more at the heap of timber and plaster and ruin that had almost become my grave.

Then I felt the weight still in my pocket.

My fingers went to it before I could stop them.

The silver spoon was bent now, scratched and blackened, but it was still there.

I drew it out and held it in my bleeding hand.

Behind me, the condemned house settled into silence.

Before me, the field opened wide and clean beneath the sun.

I should have thrown the spoon into the wreckage.

I should have left it there with the rot and the dust and the red-lettered warning.

Instead, I wiped it on my sleeve and slipped it back into my pocket.

After all, it was only a small thing.

Originally written June 16, 1987, expanded June 2026

Ces dernières années, le nombre de #VolsSpatiaux n'a cessé de croître ... et ne cessera de croître dans les années à venir. Ce qui n'est pas sans #conséquence sur la composition chimique de la #stratosphere terrestre.

Il est temps d'étudier les effets potentiels des substances chimiques libérées lors des phases de #lancement et de #rentrée atmosphérique d'un satellite sur la couche d'#ozone, le #climat de la Terre, la #vie sur Terre, estiment les scientifiques : https://www.essc.esf.org/2026/06/25/pr-airl-whitepaper/

Ces dernières années, le nombre de #VolsSpatiaux n'a cessé de croître ... et ne cessera de croître dans les années à venir. Ce qui n'est pas sans #conséquence sur la composition chimique de la #stratosphere terrestre.

Il est temps d'étudier les effets potentiels des substances chimiques libérées lors des phases de #lancement et de #rentrée atmosphérique d'un satellite sur la couche d'#ozone, le #climat de la Terre, la #vie sur Terre, estiment les scientifiques : https://www.essc.esf.org/2026/06/25/pr-airl-whitepaper/

#consequence : a result or effect

- French: conséquence

- German: die Konsequenz

- Italian: conseguenza

- Portuguese: consequência

- Spanish: consecuencia

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#consequence : a result or effect

- French: conséquence

- German: die Konsequenz

- Italian: conseguenza

- Portuguese: consequência

- Spanish: consecuencia

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New Banksy in London is brilliant 😄

A statue of a confident man in a business suit marching over a ledge he doesn’t see, because his attention is bound in carrying the huge flag that’s simultaneously blinding him.

#nationalism #confidence #ignorance #consequence #conmen #strongmen #banksy

New Banksy in London is brilliant 😄

A statue of a confident man in a business suit marching over a ledge he doesn’t see, because his attention is bound in carrying the huge flag that’s simultaneously blinding him.

#nationalism #confidence #ignorance #consequence #conmen #strongmen #banksy

#consequence

A quotation from Robert Ingersoll

Happiness is not a reward — it is a consequence. Suffering is not a punishment — it is a result.

Robert Green Ingersoll (1833-1899) American lawyer, freethinker, orator
Essay (1881-11) “The Christian Religion,” “Part 2” North American Review, Vol. 133, No. 300

More about this quote: wist.info/ingersoll-robert-gre…

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #robertingersoll #robertgreeningersoll #consequence #divinejudgment #divinejustice #happiness #karma #punishment #purpose #results #reward #unhappiness

(How childcare scarcity destabilizes schools, employers, healthcare systems, and the entire local ecosystem) #community #childcare #consequence

https://survivorliteracy.com/2026/04/21/36-the-community-level-consequences/

A quotation from Molly Ivins

The way one solves problems obviously influences not only the outcome, but the kinds of problems one faces after the immediate problem is settled.

Molly Ivins (1944-2007) American writer, political columnist [Mary Tyler Ivins]
Essay (2002-11-19), “Blast from the Past,” Creators Syndicate column

More about this quote: wist.info/ivins-molly/83403/

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #mollyivins #consequence #endsandmeans #knockoneffect #meansandends #problem #problemsolving

Wow, Was not expecting this -especially on "X".

But that marks the spot this is from. Almost as weird as its being there. 🤷🏼

> Putin Saves Iran oil

https://x.com/Pakistani__aura/status/2042678767793893532?s=20

AI. " #satire "
How much #truth?
How much #consequence

How much can one 'unhinged' Toddler King impact the state of the world today by recognizing nor respecting either?

So smart. All the best words & #WordSalad

#nepotism #treason #war #WarCrimes

#humor #TrumpVirus #AI #Putin #Iran #oil #TrumpEpsteinFiles #coverup

Wow, Was not expecting this -especially on "X".

But that marks the spot this is from. Almost as weird as its being there. 🤷🏼

> Putin Saves Iran oil

https://x.com/Pakistani__aura/status/2042678767793893532?s=20

AI. " #satire "
How much #truth?
How much #consequence

How much can one 'unhinged' Toddler King impact the state of the world today by recognizing nor respecting either?

So smart. All the best words & #WordSalad

#nepotism #treason #war #WarCrimes

#humor #TrumpVirus #AI #Putin #Iran #oil #TrumpEpsteinFiles #coverup

RE: https://mastodon.social/@CuratedHannahArendt/116304328873134120

Everything is contingent according to #dependent #origination as well.

#Western meets #Eastern #philosophy #Buddhism #HannahArendt #action #consequence

RE: https://mastodon.social/@CuratedHannahArendt/116304328873134120

Everything is contingent according to #dependent #origination as well.

#Western meets #Eastern #philosophy #Buddhism #HannahArendt #action #consequence

G-Nitro’s Daily Music Wrap-Up – 2/27/26

I check out a Coldplay album.

Favorite Videos include gongwon on Stone LIVE, Consequence on Cadillac Chronicles, and more!

https://g-nitro.com/g-nitros-daily-music-wrap-up-2-27-26

#Music #1001Albums #ColdPlay #GongWon #StoneLive #Consequence #CadillacChronicles

G-Nitro’s Daily Music Wrap-Up – 2/27/26

I check out a Coldplay album.

Favorite Videos include gongwon on Stone LIVE, Consequence on Cadillac Chronicles, and more!

https://g-nitro.com/g-nitros-daily-music-wrap-up-2-27-26

#Music #1001Albums #ColdPlay #GongWon #StoneLive #Consequence #CadillacChronicles

#consequence : a proposition collected from the agreement of other previous propositions

- French: conséquence

- German: die Konsequenz

- Italian: conseguenza

- Portuguese: consequência

- Spanish: consecuencia

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#consequence : a proposition collected from the agreement of other previous propositions

- French: conséquence

- German: die Konsequenz

- Italian: conseguenza

- Portuguese: consequência

- Spanish: consecuencia

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#People #disagreeing with you is not an insult or a challenge; it is merely the #natural #consequence of their brain not being your #brain.

#People #disagreeing with you is not an insult or a challenge; it is merely the #natural #consequence of their brain not being your #brain.

there’s at least a small percentage of #people who joined the #military so they can #kill without #consequence and you cannot change my mind on this

there’s at least a small percentage of #people who joined the #military so they can #kill without #consequence and you cannot change my mind on this

Sur notre site internet, vous trouverez également le détail du 1er juillet, son dossier "2050 la France invivable ?” et une interview de J.-M. #Jancovici. Ces reportages font systématiquement le lien #cause, #conséquence ou #solution. Mais les causes ne sont que mentionnées sans décryptage.

What's up with #Coroner? After over 30 years, they suddenly release such an intense #thrash #metal album out of nowhere? So much fun… #music #consequence youtu.be/Ooa01reWlEU

Coroner - Consequence (Officia...

#consequence : a proposition collected from the agreement of other previous propositions

- French: conséquence

- German: die Konsequenz

- Italian: conseguenza

- Portuguese: consequência

- Spanish: consecuencia

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https://www.washingtonpost.com/immigration/2025/08/01/pets-abandoned-trump-immigration-ice/. One #consequence of the #immigration #policy of Donald #Trump. His #MAGA supporters won't care, will they? They don't care about the people being deported, let alone their #pets.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/immigration/2025/08/01/pets-abandoned-trump-immigration-ice/. One #consequence of the #immigration #policy of Donald #Trump. His #MAGA supporters won't care, will they? They don't care about the people being deported, let alone their #pets.

We're not heading into a lethal #environmental #apocalypse because there's too many of us. We're all going to die because the #richest 10% of us cannot stop spewing #carbon into the #air as a #consequence of their own #entertainment and opulent #lifestyles.

We're not heading into a lethal #environmental #apocalypse because there's too many of us. We're all going to die because the #richest 10% of us cannot stop spewing #carbon into the #air as a #consequence of their own #entertainment and opulent #lifestyles.

I Don’t Build for Attention. I Build for Consequence.
I don’t care who sees it. I care what it does.

I want my work to hit. To shift someone’s posture. Decision. Day. That’s impact. Not clicks — consequences.

#impact #philosophy #clarity #depth #consequence
→ https://bereznev.gumroad.com/l/insider
P.S. Made by a madman — Kirill Bereznev
https://bereznev.gumroad.com/l/insider

#consequence : a proposition collected from the agreement of other previous propositions

- French: conséquence

- German: die Konsequenz

- Italian: conseguenza

- Portuguese: consequência

- Spanish: consecuencia

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A quotation from Emerson

Shallow men believe in luck, believe in circumstances — it was somebody’s name, or he happened to be there at the time, or it was so then, and another day would have been otherwise. Strong men believe in cause and effect.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) American essayist, lecturer, poet
Essay (1860), “Worship,” The Conduct of Life, ch. 6

Sourcing, notes: wist.info/emerson-ralph-waldo/…

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #emerson #badluck #causeandeffect #circumstance #coincidence #consequence #excuse #fortune #luck #strength #weakness

#Starbucks Just Gave Its #Employees a blunt message. Ready for more #corporate #intimidation ?

Right….so this has nothing to do with you raising the #prices to the point that #customers don’t want to buy your #coffee anymore.
#Consequence in this capitalistic environment? Lay offs ! Want to beat lay offs? Intimidation ! Work harder slaves ! Then maybe Starbucks will spare you your job…..oh by the way, this pro corporate article spins this as “masterclass leadership “ 🤣

https://www.inc.com/bill-murphy-jr/starbucks-just-gave-its-employees-a-very-blunt-message-and-taught-a-key-leadership-lesson/91157839

The surprisingly connected origins of "resignation", "sake", "consequence" and "schism".

https://youtube.com/shorts/OJfT5-MDzII

#etymology #wordnerd #linguistics #HistoricalLinguistics #language #words #lingcomm #resignation #trudeau #schism #sake #consequence

Consequence & #ChuckD:
It's eye-opening talk in the 'What Has #America Done' #musicvideo

Heartfelt. Soul-searching. Thought-provoking. There’s no slowing down what #hiphop veterans #Consequence and #PublicEnemy’s Chuck D have to say courtesy of their ‘What Has America Done’ #musicvideo.

https://www.attacktheculture.com/news/consequence-amp-chuck-d-its-eye-opening-talk-in-the-what-has-america-done-music-video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omK19rnVzaU
https://genius.com/Consequence-what-has-america-done-lyrics
https://tidal.com/browse/track/396212950?u
#inauguration #resist #racism #USA #maga

MY LATEST:
Do you want to have impact or consequence?

https://createmindfully.substack.com/p/do-you-want-to-have-impact-or-consequence

#creativity #career #change #impact #consequence #language

What Has #America Done
by #Consequence
featuring #ChuckD of #PublicEnemy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4KVMevAhNo
#hiphop #rapmusic #newmusic #politics

I Revisited Everyone #ConvictedFelon #DonaldTrump #Pardoned as #President. One #Alarming #Consequence Was in Plain Sight.

His #disgraced #political #operatives have been very #busy.

https://slate.com/news-and-politics/2024/10/trump-harris-election-pardon-jan-6-russia-bannon.html

G-Nitro’s Daily Music Wrap-Up - 10/17/24

I say "NO!" to a Yes album, and check out Tsukasa Itoh's 2nd album.

Favorite videos include a couple J-Pop music videos, Consequence's Front Porch Concert, and more.

https://g-nitro.com/g-nitros-daily-music-wrap-up-10-17-24

#Music #MusicVideo #Video #MusicAlbum #1001Albums #ProgRock #JPop #Yes #TsukasaItoh #FrontPorchConcert #Consequence #HipHop

#TheMetalDogArticleList
#Consequence
Eddie Vedder describes Pearl Jam's recent health issues as "near-death experience"
Eddie Vedder has opened up about Pearl Jam's recent health scare, describing the "frightening" illness as a "near-death experience."

https://consequence.net/2024/07/eddie-vedder-pearl-jam-illness/

#PearlJam #EddieVedder