I wish you and your teachers the best of luck in your musical studies.

Yeah.

Anything by Douglas Adams, Kerouac, Ferlinghetti, music history textbooks, Samurai Jack slash fiction, public restroom graffiti, HVAC technical manuals, and the comment sections on porn sites.

I don’t refer to 4/4 at all.

I refer first to the whole note, existing independently of any time signature. In fact, you don’t even have to assign a rhythmic value to it for now; the purpose of this exercise is to learn why the rhythmic names of the notes are what they are.

Next, envision the half note. So named because they are exactly half the value of the whole note. Two half notes = one whole note. With me so far?

Next, we move to the note in question - the quarter note. So named because it takes four of them to equal the rhythmic value of the whole note.

Now this is important: You originally called it the “fourth note.” So take note: do not confuse the word “fourth” here to mean “fourth in a series,” or “the fourth beat of the measure,” because that’s not the correct application of the word. “Fourth” in this context is synonymous with “quarter.” So a “fourth note” as you call it is so named because it’s one-fourth (¼) the value of the whole note.

This is about as EILI5 as I can make this.

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Well now you don’t have a girlfriend and your baby dragons flew away. Loser.

Oh look, a platform that caters to landlords and HOA’s delights in fucking over the tenant. Color me surprised.

I had the idea that a way to solve this would be to create a symbol that means, “play this note for the entire duration of the measure, regardless of meter.” As far as I know such a symbol doesn’t exist in standard notation.

The term “quarter note” or “fourth note” applies to the note because there are four of them in a whole note. In other words, the names of the notes apply to their subdivisions respective to each other, not the time signature.

Mayonnaise was gone before I even had time to react!

I was the victim of a drive-by ketchupping.

Deer hate you and are trying to kill you.

I am waiting for Country to finally throw off this hick ass pseudo-nationalistic redneck caricature bullshit clown suit and get back to its roots as a genre that tells hard stories about real life.

Cat: “You serve me. Do I make myself clear?”

Oh mine is very simple and not much to ask at all: I just want pure, unlimited, godlike omnipotence.

I promise to use it in every irresponsible way imaginable.

Well now I’m going to need more details on this Transylvania Twist.

I like this place because it’s a work in progress and because of all its perceived imperfections.

I’m an old GenXer who remembers AOL chat rooms and Usenet. Each featured a small cluster of folks you’d talk with each day and thought of as friends. Reddit offered that kind of connection once, but now it’s become a monolith that believes its own hype. Not to mention the infestation of bots and trolls that no one cares enough to do anything about because engagement is engagement.

I’m new here so I’m still learning my way around but I like this way better. I have more control over what and who I see, the memes are fresher, and the communities feel more human.

It seems pretty clear from this article summary that cockatiels were bred to help cull those who are feeble and a burden on society. As I’ve often suspected.