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   swirling cloud of coldhearted algorithms
Thursday, April 26 2007
Gretchen reminded me of the existence of Loverboy this morning. She herself had forgotten of their existence until driving in the car yesterday, when the local nostalgia-rock station 92.9 decided to play "Working for the Weekend."

The new set of shelves has induced me to start a project of cleaning up the laboratory, large parts of which has haven't seen a reduction in entropy in four years. As I worked, I listened to an Pandora music "radio" station that I'd "grown" out of a single suggested song, "Fool in the Photograph" by Sunny Day Real Estate. By this afternoon, though, it was putting a good number of hair bands in the mix, for example "18 and Life to Go" by Sebastian Bach. And there was at least one song by the religiously-inclined grungisaurs Creed in there, too. Since Pandora is nothing but a swirling cloud of coldhearted algorithms building playlists based on my ratings, this had me wondering if perhaps I have more of an affinity for idiot rock than I'm willing to admit. I really can't stand the stripped-down "white boy blues" at the heart of most hair metal, but Pandora insists on throwing these songs at me, and I keep giving them the thumbs-down, consigning them to my station's own "dead to me" board.
In addition to such blind alleys, Pandora has discovered plenty of music I already know I like, within, that is, a fairly narrow subgenre of rock. The amount of unknown music it has found for me is very small: mostly just The Local Division and Chavez.

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