Monday, February 28, 2011
After Two Days of Trial and Error
While I'm smoking this funny technology called the tablet, rep'd by the iPad, here are the apps we've downloaded/purchased so far:
One final note: wireless dropouts, what's up with that?
- Friendly for facebook
- TWC MAX+
- Fly Delta
- Yelp
- Fandango
- XFINITY TV
- TV.com
- Star Walk
- Potshots - Love
One final note: wireless dropouts, what's up with that?
When Producers Are No Longer Worth Their Weight In Risk Taking
What are you really worth?
Prove to me you fully support free speech and I'll believe you believe in the American way. Otherwise, any company policy or personal attack on others proves to me you're lying.
So far, the producers/network behind a show I've never watched are showing me they're bigots of another sort.
Time for my network to expose the lifestyles of the producers/network execs and show you why they're afraid of a single actor.
Prove to me you fully support free speech and I'll believe you believe in the American way. Otherwise, any company policy or personal attack on others proves to me you're lying.
So far, the producers/network behind a show I've never watched are showing me they're bigots of another sort.
Time for my network to expose the lifestyles of the producers/network execs and show you why they're afraid of a single actor.
There was a time, long ago...
...when I wanted to see my name in writing.
I forgot to tell myself to want to see my name in writing after my writing saw an editor and proofreader.
The ABNA judges were kind. So was Publishers Weekly.
I kindly returned to the woods and wrote about words, instead.
I forgot to tell myself to want to see my name in writing after my writing saw an editor and proofreader.
The ABNA judges were kind. So was Publishers Weekly.
I kindly returned to the woods and wrote about words, instead.
Hermitically Sealed
Normally, I would sit in the front bedroom, look out the window at the squirrels and the crows, open my Italian leather-wrapped handmade paper journal, and write.
Instead, I waste energy on myself, listening to Bach on Pandora Internet radio playing through a set of Boston Acoustic speakers in one room, and through a surround sound system in another room at the same time, to boost my mood.
The outdoorsman is absent today.
The well-placed writer absorbs and reflects.
A result/tool of the society/sub/culture within the framework of living fractal patterns.
Trying to tune out echoes to promote something approaching originality.
Tired of living or tired of making a living?
Keeping orchids and birds of paradise alive.
Buried under the piles of virtual dust of previous lives.
Avoiding caricature of self long lost in cardboard cutouts curiously curling in corner curio cabinets.
Do you dare dare your favourite deity to show itself?
Unaware that alliteration is your deity's favourite display of delightful dervish whirling?
A hermit, digging ditches, watching a hawk miss a squirrelly meal by inches.
Instead, I waste energy on myself, listening to Bach on Pandora Internet radio playing through a set of Boston Acoustic speakers in one room, and through a surround sound system in another room at the same time, to boost my mood.
The outdoorsman is absent today.
The well-placed writer absorbs and reflects.
A result/tool of the society/sub/culture within the framework of living fractal patterns.
Trying to tune out echoes to promote something approaching originality.
Tired of living or tired of making a living?
Keeping orchids and birds of paradise alive.
Buried under the piles of virtual dust of previous lives.
Avoiding caricature of self long lost in cardboard cutouts curiously curling in corner curio cabinets.
Do you dare dare your favourite deity to show itself?
Unaware that alliteration is your deity's favourite display of delightful dervish whirling?
A hermit, digging ditches, watching a hawk miss a squirrelly meal by inches.
The Simplicity of Beauty
Tall, slender trees with tiny emerging leaves swaying in the winds of a wave of passing thunderstorms.
Prelude and Fugue No. 7 in E-flat major, from Das Wohltemperierte Klavier, Book 1, by Johann Sebastien Bach, played by Sviatoslav Richter.
What am I in comparison?
Today, I died a happy man once again.
Once again, I will be born to live happiness all over tomorrow.
Once again, once is never enough.
Prelude and Fugue No. 7 in E-flat major, from Das Wohltemperierte Klavier, Book 1, by Johann Sebastien Bach, played by Sviatoslav Richter.
What am I in comparison?
Today, I died a happy man once again.
Once again, I will be born to live happiness all over tomorrow.
Once again, once is never enough.
To those who claim to speak for the anonymous
Casual rule: if you're going to set both sides against the middle, don't announce your plans.
You know, like groups that stake claims for terrorist acts - only the officially-approved terrorist groups are going to get credit.
Can someone take over this species for a while? Running the parallel universe of a blog is pretentiously limiting.
You'd think that seven billion different personalities (based off a small set of personality/cultural types) would be enough to keep me entertained.
Instead, like the way I figured out how to create, using standard test forms, unique tests for every student in my classes, having fun watching students try to cheat off one another and failing because they did not know that the set and/or order of questions was different (one of my favourite tricks was putting a "not" in the middle of some students' true/false questions and not others), I have found that, creating a bunch of these parallel blogs across the Internet, with paragraphs rearranged and sentence structure/logic tailored to subcultures/languages, the pebbles in the pond are creating a stone island and artificial reefs.
Too bad the environment is too hot to produce a new tropical paradise in the tropics. Canadian beaches are cheap and ready for reef development if you don't mind winters that are still a little cold today.
I stir the pot after computing all the possible chemical interactions, allowing for random changes due to quantum effects I don't measure.
If you're going to buy a laptop computer in which the memory (HD/SSD) has been wiped clean, don't go around asking strangers about installing your own illegal copy of an OS - you stand out like a sour gumball.
Can I talk about what you can't see or face the facts there's not a language that'll explain to our combination of states of energy what states of energy are really all about?
You know, like groups that stake claims for terrorist acts - only the officially-approved terrorist groups are going to get credit.
Can someone take over this species for a while? Running the parallel universe of a blog is pretentiously limiting.
You'd think that seven billion different personalities (based off a small set of personality/cultural types) would be enough to keep me entertained.
Instead, like the way I figured out how to create, using standard test forms, unique tests for every student in my classes, having fun watching students try to cheat off one another and failing because they did not know that the set and/or order of questions was different (one of my favourite tricks was putting a "not" in the middle of some students' true/false questions and not others), I have found that, creating a bunch of these parallel blogs across the Internet, with paragraphs rearranged and sentence structure/logic tailored to subcultures/languages, the pebbles in the pond are creating a stone island and artificial reefs.
Too bad the environment is too hot to produce a new tropical paradise in the tropics. Canadian beaches are cheap and ready for reef development if you don't mind winters that are still a little cold today.
I stir the pot after computing all the possible chemical interactions, allowing for random changes due to quantum effects I don't measure.
If you're going to buy a laptop computer in which the memory (HD/SSD) has been wiped clean, don't go around asking strangers about installing your own illegal copy of an OS - you stand out like a sour gumball.
Can I talk about what you can't see or face the facts there's not a language that'll explain to our combination of states of energy what states of energy are really all about?
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