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Cct110: found in translation (show notes). Hosted by lily yu. This podcast gives a brief overview of youtube’s recent update on the on-site comment translating software and examine how it is beneficial in establishing contact with other youtube communities. We will also look at who this change affects the most, how the comment section influences youtube and how this change is part of a global movement for connection. Podcast contentsintroduction 0:00 – 0:11imagine you are reading the comments 0:12 – 0:50history of the translate button 1:01 – 1:09what it does 1:10 – 1:13errors in translating 1:14 – 1:24benefits 1:25-1:40who uses it 1:41- 1:53importance to youtube 1:54 – 2:26importance to the world. 2:27 - 2:43conclusion – 2:44 - 2:59. Song credits (listed in order of appearance). “winsquare. Wav” by fupicathttps://freesound. Org/people/fupicat/sounds/527650/. "piano, bach fantasia, a (h1). Wav" by inspectorj (www. Jshaw. Co. Uk) of freesound. Org. “upbeat theme loop. Wav” by mrthenoronhahttps://freesound. Org/people/mrthenoronha/sounds/506893/. “jingle_achievement_00. Wav” by littlerobotsoundfactoryhttps://freesound. Org/people/littlerobotsoundfactory/sounds/270404/“parallel universe” by andrewknhttps://freesound. Org/people/andrewkn/sounds/404458/. “winfretless. Wav” by fupicathttps://freesound. Org/people/fupicat/sounds/521644/. Podcasts discussed. 23 youtube stats that matter to marketers in 2022. Social media marketing & management dashboard. (2022, february 14). Retrieved march 3, 2022, from https://blog. Hootsuite. Com/youtube-stats-marketers/r/timeworkssubmissions - youtube's comment translations are very broken. Reddit. (n. D. ). Retrieved march 3, 2022, from https://www. Reddit. Com/r/timeworkssubmissions/comments/rnte1g/youtubes_comment_translations_are_very_broken/.

This is one of a set of voices created to be mixed together to form background ambiance for parties and other events. The walla project is the creation of jule hoverson of 19 nocturne boulevard and public domain for all to use without attribution. Script. Party crowd:well, look who's here!i thought you weren't coming?oh, i see. Well, put your coat over there and grab a drink. So, where were we?oh yeah, so my boss says to me i need to work late, and i tell him that if he wants me to work late he's going to have to pay me to work overtime. You think he likes that?what he do?he told me that he can get a college grad to do my job for half the price. Well, i told him- try it!hey, are those snacks fresh?let me have one!mmmm. . . . Tasty!ow!what is this? a snail?i think i chipped a tooth!excuse me. I better go call a dentist!oh no! look who just walked in!can you believe her? wearing a dress like that?that's not his wife. Mmm-hmm. I'm so excited, this is my first time at a soiree {swa-ray} like this!isn't that too too adorable?who's got the glasses?isn’t there anything to drink?i hope you don't mind, but we're going to have to leave early. I'm here! the party can start!i definitely need another one. That was the babysitter. We need to go. [plus - feel free to ad lib anything else you want. ].

This is a reading from the second chapter of "nathaniel's nutmeg: or, the true and incredible adventures of the spice trader who changed the course of history", by giles milton. It is also intended for the freesound sound museum to represent books as what is fading rapidly into obsolescence. By the time you read this, you may not even know what a books is. Books are when the written word is compiled onto sheets of paper in a long-form volume. You may not know what paper is. Paper is commonly used to write on or make oregano cranes with, being flat and thin rectangles made from trees. You probably won't remember what a tree was. That is a very sad thing. They are all gone now, destroyed in feckless deference to paper. When the paper runs out, there will be nothing left to write our collective histories on, what we desperately need. When this occurs, it will stand as the moment our past was truly lost, leaving us lost the same, drifting in circles. Until another man or woman rises up to invent trees again, thus beginning the cycle anew. It's a beautiful idea. We should always be moving towards the future, not lost in syrupy memories of old forests not seen for what they really are: petrified wood and amber. Leave that with the other fossils and relics. Let it be the final page written on the last book until it crumbles to dust. Let it go. The file was recorded using a mid/side stereo technique at 24bits, downsampled to 16bits under the loving care of gaussian dither. The room was treated as best i could to be acoustically pleasing and quiet. I think you will find the noise floor to be particularly well balanced and textured, suitable for post-production tasks, or just for relaxing with at home. .

This is the audible annunciation found at all intersections with traffic lights in paris, france. It announces the condition of the traffic lights for pedestrians who are blind or with impaired vision. The annunciation is turned on by pressing a button on the traffic light pole. When the crosswalk sign is red (do not cross), the recorded annunciation is always "rouge piéton" ("red light, pedestrian"), followed by the name of the street that the crosswalk crosses (in this case "rue d'antin," the quiet side street where i recorded this). This repeats over and over until the crosswalk changes to green, at which point there is a two-second trill tone followed by a repeating bell tone. The bell tone is one bell, followed by two bells, repeated four times, followed by a very brief pause, and then the sequence is repeated again. This continues until the crosswalk changes back to red, at which point the "rouge piéton" message resumes. The annunciation continues for at least one cycle of the traffic lights and then stops, unless the button is pressed again. The audio quality of the annunciation is very poor even in real life (it sounds like a wax cylinder recording or something), and can be difficult to understand. This recording accurately captures the poor quality of the annunciation. The volume of the annunciation is also adjusted dynamically based on ambient noise, so there is a slight change in volume on this recording as the system apparently reacts to noise from traffic or something. There is a weak background noise that sounds like some sort of machine, but it wasn't coming from the traffic light and i don't know the source. The recording starts with the crosswalk red, then at about 18. 3 seconds it changes to green, then it changes back to red at about 53 seconds. A car passes at around 48 seconds. Recorded with a zoom h4n, stereo 96 khz / 24 bits, built-in mics, from about ten inches below the tiny speaker in the crosswalk sign housing.

Hi. This soundfile was recorded on 03. 06. 2017 in szczecin, nw poland (gumience district to be precise). The time of this recording is from around 3 a. M. (when the sun was allready rising) till around 7:30 a. M. What's funny about that, is that i turned my recorder on and layed it on the windowsill (display up) on altitude around 5 meters (first floor), (the recorder is facing ne direction) because the birds were allready going crazy!, and after some time i felt asleep, and the recorder was left on. There are many many kinds of birds around, cause there is a big cementery near by, with lots of trees, and some wild fruit orchard too. I had this one moment, when the birds were so active, that let's say they spinned it me around, and worked me up to a beautifull spiritual moment with their sounds, and then i felt asleep. Later through the recording you can hear me snoring, you can hear my alarm clock going on (and that haven't woken me up too;). The bass resonance of cars passing by makes this recording a bit heavy in some places, and the wind made it's mark too, but that shoudn't be a big of an issue here. As i listen to it now, so much things happened while i was asleep. . . [ 3:30 a. M. !: some people are singing and speaking, and you can clearly hear one of them saying: "kurwa, grubo", which means - "f**k, heavy". Later on, the neighbours weren't sloppy too;). Hearing such recordings doesn't give you the liminous feeling of the place where it was recorded. You only get audio here, not the vision, the light, the brightness, the movement, the actions, and the space, the physical elements, only the best can imagine (so if you don't have such an imagination, pm me and i can send you a photo of the place where all this took place). Anyway, i hope that the birds will keep rockin' their solos, and the bees will keep visiting all the flowers around forever! (who knows, i might become one of them sometime;). Thanks and have a good listening session. Szymon.

Broadcast made by the Russian composer Dmitri Shostakovich from the besieged city of Leningrad in 1941. The work he refers to here is Symphony No. 7 in C Major, opus 60, subtitled Leningrad. Transcript: An hour ago, I finished the score of two parts of a large symphonic composition. If I succeed in writing this composition well, if I succeed in completing the third and fourth parts, then it will be possible to call this composition the seventh symphony. Why do I announce this? So that the radio listeners who are listening to me now will know that the life of our city goes on as normal. We are all now doing our military duty. Soviet musicians, my dear friends and numerous brothers-in-arms, my friends! Remember that our art is now in great danger. Let us defend our music, let us work honestly and selflessly! Hace una hora, he terminado la partitura de dos partes de una composición sinfónica de gran tamaño. De tener éxito en escribir bien esta composición, de tener éxito en completar las partes tercera y cuarta, entonces se hará posible llamar a esta composición la sinfonía sétima. ¿Por qué les anuncio esto? Para que los radioescuchas que me están escuchando ahora sepan que la vida en nuestra ciudad prosigue como de costumbre. Todos estamos ahora haciendo nuestro deber militar. ¡Músicos soviéticos, queridos amigos y numerosos hermanos de armas míos, mis amigos! Recuerden que nuestro arte está en gran peligro ahora. ¡Defendamos nuestra música, trabajemos honesta y desinteresadamente! Час тому назад я закончил партитуру двух частей большого симфонического сочинения. Если это сочинение мне удасться написать хорошо, удасться закончить третью и четвертую части, то тогда можно будет назвать это сочинение Седьмой симфонией. Для чего я сообщаю об этом? Для того, чтобы радиослушатели, которые слушают меня сейчас, знали, что жизнь нашего города идет нормально. Все мы несем сейчас свою боевую вахту. Советские музыканты, мои дорогие и многочисленные соратники по оружию, мои друзья! Помните, что сейчас нашему искусству грозит великая опасность. Будем же защищать нашу музыку, будем же честно и самоотверженно работать.

No pain no gainshort storyby: maqsood hasnitranslated by: najamfree abuzar barqi kutab'khanafeb. 2019owing to the intensity of heat and thirst, the crow was very enervated but there was no water and shade. He went on roaming about in search of water. He was thinking that, he would definitely die, if he could not find water in a short time. He neither wanted to die nor he was disappointed. He was determined to seek water and shady tree till the last breath of his life but, in fact, the intensity of thirst was creating problem for him. Now he had two choices either he must continue seeking water or leave it and wait for death. He mustered courage and flew east in search of water. He had covered a short distance when he saw a garden and hurriedly started flying towards it he wanted to live and was sure of hisexistence in future. Quite surprisingly, he seemed to be more active now. He wanted to reach the garden very soon and every cost. Though he was flying very speedily yet the garden seemed to be very far off. He got tired and thought that the garden be an illusion of his mind. He was shaken about the entity of garden. He thought it might be an illusion and he must seek any other way which could rescue his life. But he had not any other choice. To chase the illusion was better than to leave seeking water because there was the possibility of life. If he died while searching, it would be a courageous step. He stopped for awhile and the garden was quite at short distance. He hopefully started marching towards the garden and felt that it was not too far. He felt grief for wasting a precious moment. He would have been ahead if he had not stopped. He felt ashamed ofhis negative thinking because they could bring about demise. These negative feelings were equal to pessimism. A devoted definitely finds his goal at last because god helps those who helpthemselves. He took on fling with great zeal and now he appeared to be fresh. He was spiritually exalted and was flying without difficulty. Now he reached the threshold of the garden. The garden was in the urban area and it meant that it was for pastime but he was surprised to see that there were no bower. Birds had left this garden when men himself neglected it. He flew over the garden but there was no water. He deplored his labor. Suddenly, he found a pitcher in the garden and felt rejoiced and hurriedly went to it. There was very little water in the pitcher and he made very attempt to drink water but failed due to the low level of water. He hatched a plan and caught a pebble with the help of his beak and put it into the pitcher. Owing to heat, the pebble was dry and it seemed that it had liked it. In a short time, the crow poured another pebble and the first pebble did not like this sharer. Although it had not liked thesecond one yet the bitter fact was that the wise crow imposed his will by throwing more pebbles into the water. The crow was gallantly doing his job and, at last, the pitcher became full of wet pebbles and he drenched his thirst by sucking wetness of them.