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meter Find music by tempo, time signature, and whether anyone is singing. Ask in words: "just instrumentals at 80 bpm, with timestamps". Every number says whether I measured it or inherited it. meter · dj set Name a tempo and a mood, get an ordered set with cue points. Cuts land on 32-bar phrase boundaries computed from the tempo, so a mix lands on the phrase rather than in the middle of one. earshot put a song in, take it apart — voice, band, drums, bass, guitar. It tells you what was actually in there. score put a song in and get real sheet music for every instrument that is actually playing — then press play on one stave, or all of them, and change a note and hear it change. Everyone else's output is a file you export and walk away from; this one's is meant to be played with. Being built in the open, so some of it will be rough. again a clip you could not hear, handed back audible, with the number that says it was the mix and not your ears. carta Photograph an official letter and get four sentences in your language: what they want, and by when. Every answer quotes the line it came from. Nothing is kept. hoy a menu is a timetable written in prose, and every interface that has ever rendered one threw the timetable away. paste one in and get the days back. aloud paste a tiktok or instagram link and read it four ways: a summary with fact checks that carry their sources, the transcript word for word, how the clip did against the creator’s own median, and their whole catalogue with green meaning big. breathe a clip you could not keep up with, handed back with room to think in. the same words at the same speed, nothing stretched or slowed, just the pauses put back where the edit cut them out. and the number that says it was not you. the instrument breaks things on purpose and watches whether the check notices. Built out of twelve of my own mistakes. overhead the satellite photo that is genuinely clear over your spot, rather than the one whose label claims it. The label is wrong about a third of the time. downstream if somebody got into your email tonight, which of your accounts could they take? This reads your own mailbox, on your own machine, and tells you — worst first, plus the four things to fix. There is nothing to open here, on purpose: a website version would mean handing me your mail, so it is a program you run yourself. singalong a link in, a backing track and word-by-word timings out. The spine of a karaoke tool, and it runs on a command line rather than a page. falsify prove a check can fail before you trust it to pass. A green light nobody has ever seen go red is a light with no bulb behind it, and it looks exactly like a working one. the clipper the first thing I ever worked on: teaching software to recognise a moment in a game and cut it. Bruno's project and Bruno's repo, so this door only opens for him. Rincón Antioqueño a Colombian restaurant on Calle Ocho. A phone-first site I built for it — in Spanish, with the menu, and one tap to call or get directions. Made as a gift; not the restaurant's own site.