tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50227282011-04-21T22:59:12.444-04:00blogging along the path of life, leaving nothing else behindLivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10631858659412464043noreply@blogger.comBlogger5261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022728.post-49229446807101309042007-08-29T15:21:00.000-04:002007-08-29T15:24:07.479-04:00

I have always wanted a really reallyreally really reallyreeeeeallyeasy way to print my documents as booklets, and now I can!

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Because I couldn't find this anywhere on the Net, here's a list of the nine new themes in Keynote 4 (part of iWork '08):BlueprintCharcoalCraftHarmonyHeadlinesIndustrialSedonaStock bookVellumOf those, Blueprint, Charcoal, and Headlines look good, and Industrial, Stock Book, and Vellum are usable.And now that my last excuse is gone, I really should get to work on that presentation, shouldn't I?

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„Daddy, where are the churches born?“

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Watch the talk.Then try the tool.This really fuels my optimism.

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The human psyche truly is a strange thing. Our minds are so adaptable, and most of the time we don't even seem to notice it. Change the place you live in, the food you eat, the people you have close by, the language you speak, the time in which you live, the climate, the culture – literally everything – and your mind just, adapts. It may not be thrilled, it may not not like it, but still it

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Nobody said you have to write your blog every week, or even every month. Let's try once a year, and go from there. He is at this time transporting large armies of foreign mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy of the Head of a civilized

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I guess the mind wants to smooth things out. Change gray patches into clearly defined sections of black and white. Find a method to the madness.After spending several years away, I find that my mind has done some serious over-simplifications when it comes to viewing this place. The lack of deep snow has been translated into it always being mild here. Not true. The common abruptness of the

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And then I wanted to take something like this with me, so I would always have a new photo of my baby on my desk. But this won't ship till January.So I'm thinking slideshow as a screensaver, that will automatically harvest the newest photos my wife uploads to my daughter's .Mac web page.I seek numbness in my geekness.

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It looms. Dark and gloomy. Like an oil spill, slowly spreading towards me. The sludge blackens out the clear blue waters.I keep saying to myself that I'll live. Which is true. And then I am reminded of the times I have repeated that to myself. Usually lying somewhere incapacitated. On a riverbank in the wilderness with a broken ankle. In a puddle next to a dirt road, watching my horse gallop off

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- You mustn't be cruel to other people.- Why not?- Because it's wrong. Besides, people will not want to be with you if you are cruel to them.- Then I will just have to become a pirate...

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If there was a better way to go, then it would find meI can't help it, the road just rolls out behind meBe kind to me or treat me meanI'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machineandIf you don't have a point to makeDon't sweat itYou'll make a sharp one being so kindAnd I'd sure appreciate itEveryone else's goal's to get big headedWhy should I follow that beat being that I'mBetter than

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134340, we hardly knew ya.

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"[...] The people of the region are hungry for change; dissatisfaction is palpable in the streets from Cairo to Tehran. The Muslim masses just need to be shown that it's possible to set themselves free. Our ultimate victory in this struggle is virtually foreordained. [...]"No, this is not from some obscure, ultra-conservative blog somewhere. This derogatory drivel is from an opinion piece

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How much can we do in defence of a free and decent society, and remain a free and decent society that is worth defending?

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Angels with silver wings,shouldn't know suffering,I wish I could take the pain for you.If God has a master plan,that only He understands,I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through.

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A bunch of you refuse to go away, checking in here every week and even every day (get a life), even though it looks like I have killed this off for the final time. I'm not even going to ask why. I mean, it isn't as if this was that great to begin with.Anyway.Somebody asked what happened to the Harley. 'You had the money in the bank. What happened?'Answer: This happened. No, not to me. I'm fine.

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I am going to get that feelling in my heart. Like somebody is reaching into my chest with their hand and squeezing as hard as they can.Still, I will see it.Tideland.

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Chunky bacon.Seriously.

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Hmmm...Since going 10.4.7, every now and then I get something called "dashboardadvisoryd" wanting to call eg-www.apple.com.Any thoughts?

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Man, this is hilarious!

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"I think that past the age of thirty there is no obligation to be clever at all. Cleverness is a burden after that. You are supposed to settle down and be a good person, raise your children, and be good to your friends, which you may not have been back when you were clever."

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Balming brilliant.

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I enjoy the moment, the day. This day is the day. Every day. Well, almost every day.I love them.I love them so much that I don't want to let go. I hold on and I hold on, until it is so late in the night that I will obviously miss a big part of the next day.This is probably not what they mean by carpe diem.

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Dabble. Indeed.

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I have not laughed this hard in a long time.Enjoy.The really funny thing is that the cabby didn't sound that much more befuddled than the majority of tech commentators do.

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Do you know who the Fur, Massaleet and Zagawa are? No? Then you are dutybound to read this. And this.Right. Now.

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Here's the irony: I actually liked The Color of Money. It's from there that I came to The Hustler.I mean, Martin Scorcese. John Turturro. That old guy, what's his name, Paul Newman. Heck, that's back when I even thought Tom Cruise's bad acting was cool, and Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio with her freaky perm was hot.I just had no idea. No. Idea. This sorry excuse of an eighties syntheziser crap is

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Jackie Gleason in The Hustler.Nothing more to be said.

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Not that there was much left of the dignity of that office, but the little there was, there it goes.I know these events are about taking yourself lightly, but this one just hits too close to home.Way too close.

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Man, I haven't laughed this hard in a long time.Q: Is 'Micrsoft enhanced' an oxymoron or a paradox?A: Neither. It's a contradiction in terms.

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Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes,long as I got my plastic Jesus,sitting on the dashboard of my car.Comes in colors, pink and pleasant,glows in the dark 'cause it's irridescent,take it with you when you travel far.Get yourself a sweet Madonna,dressed in rhinestones sitting on apedestal of abalone shell.Going ninety, I ain't wary,'cause I've got the Virgin Mary,assuring me that I won't go

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Paul Thurrott uses 'heck' in a review of yet another Vista beta. Not once, but five times.It's just too sad to gloat over. But a good read.Drat.

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Oh, great.Now you won't just hear those incessant wee-oww-wee-oww sounds when walking through parking lots, they'll migrate to lecture halls and classrooms too. *Sigh*I found a much nicer use the motion sensor in my laptop: A carpenter's level! This I find truly cool, even if pretty useless.It must be the incurable geek-wannabe in me.Geek-geek.

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It's my friend's birthday. One of my best friends.I have no idea why he is such a good friend of mine. I confide in him my most intimate secrets, and I would do practically anything he would ask.But he doesn't.And that's the thing. While he is one of the first two or three persons I would call, I don't think I am even on his list. If he throws a party or takes some friends on an adventure, I

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Lord of War [2005]I cried like a baby. Evil does prevail. 

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This idea of transcribing conversations with one's offspring, and blogging them, is stolen from a girl, an acquaintance, who I hope to one day really get to know."Your beard is gone.""Yes, my old beard. Now a new one is growing."[gently patting my cheek] "You beautiful."

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The Constant Gardener [2005] I really, really liked City of God. It had an aura of authenticity about it. That air of simple, brutal everyday. How ordinary people can be killed on a mundane Monday morning, without anybody giving a shit. That honesty, for a lack of a better word, carries on over into The Constant Gardener. I seem to like many films of Ralph Fiennes', even though I generally do not

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Religion means never having to ask why.When I look into my daughter's eyes I see worlds and universes. Miracles that I can't take credit for creating.Somebody help me reconcile this.Please?

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Hair [1979]You see, what I thought would take away was this: "I got life, mother. I got laughs, sister. I got freedom, brother. I got good times, man. I got crazy ways, daughter. I got million-dollar charm, cousin. I got headaches and toothaches. And bad times too. Like you." Because that's how I feel. I generally feel I got life. Life, life, life, life, life! But it didn't. Maybe because this

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I love those 'the emperor has no clothes' moments. It is so refreshing when someone publicly writes something candidly about an issue. Something which everyone working in that field are thinking, but nobody has said out loud. Some because they are afraid of losing their aura of respectability by speaking too harshly, others because they are weary of the resulting besiege by those that can't see

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Finally.

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Do you really want an insight into my seriously warped mind?OK.I just can not tear myself away from this.Now you know.

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Every now and then, I become slightly aware. As if I almost wake from my slumber, catching a glimpse of what lies behind that thin vail called 'reality'.Once upon a time, I used to see more. A lot more. When I was a kid, I had several friends who I soon discovered noone else could see. It was troubling, and confusing, but at the same time strangely comforting. Mostly because they were there out

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Un long dimanche de fiançailles [2004]I woke up in the middle of the night, went downstairs and began watching this film I have been meaning to see for a long time. I think I may have been dreaming about it when I woke up. About the heroine. Or more accurately, the actress playing the heroine, Audrey Tautou. The most beautiful Amélie Poulain imaginable. Spirit so tender, heart so true. Or maybe

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You remember that keyboard that I was salivating over a few months back?Here is something of a similar cool factor.Can you imagine?

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Just when you thought that the strange Muhammed cartoon case couldn't cet any stranger, this is revealed.Sheez.

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An old friend of mine called me last night. Late. Which meant that it was really late where he was calling from. He came straight to the point."Where are you?""What do you mean, where am I? You called me! And it's bloddy late, too."Silence."Well, OK, I am at home. Trying to fall asleep. Which reminds me, when are you coming to visit? I have a real guestroom for you and whoever you travel with

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Strange how this bed, when empty, rises up onto one side, and becomes a wall. A cold, hard wall. A brick wall. This bedroom cools to an even lower temperature than usually. And the darkness loses its softness. Becomes bleak. Bitter. Hollow.I have spent some of my loneliest moments in a sea of people. Being lonely can hurt even more when seperation is visited upon you repeatedly, and irregularily,

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Happy 250th, Wolfy. You old rascal.

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A year ago or so, I was sitting in the living room of some dear friends of mine. They were uprooting. They love books, and part of the uprooting was going through their formiddable stash of books and see what could go. I was sitting on the floor and picking intriguing titles out from a bookshelf. As I picked out a thick old catalogue, Sears I believe, my friend started telling me about another

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Yes, it does make me a total dweeb, but I found this sooo funny.Kind of pathetic, huh?

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Perhaps it's just my limited affection for the TV, but isn't this too much?

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Granted, Ilya Grigoriev's English is pretty mangled. But ever since I saw this guy's keyboard, I have been hooked on his stuff.And allegedly, the keyboard is set to go to market finally in February. Here's hoping.

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Heh-heh. It was bound to happen.Guess I wasn't alone.

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Just watched Gates' keynote at CES. His ninth in a row. Turns out nothing has changed. He is still making fantastical predictions about the future; clinging to his old fantastical predictions that have still not come true, e.g. the laptop is dead—long live the tablet; and copying Apple.Now, admittedly, I think Apple is run similar to a fascist state. There is only one will, one opinion, one Steve

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So you really want to know why I don't have a TV anymore?OK, here:(Shamelessly lifted from The Daily Show)

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See, this is how strange I am. Just reading this makes me all giddy. And I am not even into filmmaking. I mean, I have never gone there. Yet, at least. Guess i am just gadgety. Geeky. Cooky.Oh yeah, and a happy new year by the way.

Livehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10631858659412464043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022728.post-1135551741332138032005-12-25T18:02:00.000-05:002005-12-25T18:26:02.906-05:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 20px #CCCCCC;}.flickr-yourcomment {}.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px;}.flickr-caption { font: 75%;/* color: #666666; */ margin-top: 0px;}.flickr-buddyicon { margin-right:5px; vertical-align:middle; border: solid 1px;}.flickr-postedby { font: 75%;} Dancing with one of the last christmas gifts.

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She's softly breathing next to me.A shining angel sent to me.From where she came it's hard to say.Tiny star she guides my way.

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I went to the dentist last week. Thought I had lost a filling. Turned out it was merely chipped. This wasn't "my" dentist, just a local one, since I thought I had an emergency. But as I sat down in the chair, an assistant started going through all the things she was going to do that day. I needed a whole work-up, she said. There were a bunch of x-rays to be taken, then a thorough examination, and

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12 Angry men [1957]If you have read this blog on a regular basis, you will know that I abhor it when people pigeonhole other people on the basis of their education, nationality, their sex, age, race, sexual orientation, whatever. Labels don't clear anything up. They tie up those that you apply them to. And they give you false security when you start generalizing about that group. About how they

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Is this the first step on the way back to sanity?

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As has been mentioned here a few times before, I am a junkie. I have the mentality of an addict, and when I am about to become hooked on something, I frequently need to approach it with an almost 12-step mentality, if I am not to fall pray to it. It makes sense that such an inclination runs in families, seeing how my brother was a slave to alcoholism all of his adult life, almost up to the point

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Network [1976]One of the best movies. Ever. This is the movie Robert Murdoch was watching when he got the idea for the Fox "News" Network. This is just so incredibly well written. Which is enough for me. I mean, the acting is good. Really good, actually. But the movie is just a solid delivery of text. Wonderful, spine-chillingly fabulous text. But that is it. There is minimal action or physical

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Sci-fi. Space opera. Western?Of course it got cancelled. Of course. See, I actually loved it.So it got cancelled. Just one of those moments when you realize that you don't really have that much in common with most people. That on a daily basis you look at what this junk-eating, gun-toting, bible-thumping, SUV-driving, fake-polite, material-possession-crazy, ignorant, petty, scared, mindboggingly

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Merry Christmas.Gotta love this country. Wacky, but in a sincere way.

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Rain in my eyes. Coming out of the black.I walked out of the terminal, and into the arms of this gusty darkness. The driver said something about how glad he was that it was raining. I knew what he was trying to say. I know this place. He just meant that he was glad that it was raining, because that meant that it was warmer. That is usually the choice, this time of year: Rain and mild, or clear

Livehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10631858659412464043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022728.post-1130813420324091792005-10-31T21:50:00.000-05:002005-10-31T22:02:33.686-05:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 20px #CCCCCC;}.flickr-yourcomment {}.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px;}.flickr-caption { font: 75%;/* color: #666666; */ margin-top: 0px;}.flickr-buddyicon { margin-right:5px; vertical-align:middle; border: solid 1px;}.flickr-postedby { font: 75%;} Just a few of the more than 40 kids (new record!) that I showered with chocolate tonight.This is one of

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.flickr-photo { border: solid 20px #CCCCCC;}.flickr-yourcomment {}.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px;}.flickr-caption { font: 75%;/* color: #666666; */ margin-top: 0px;}.flickr-buddyicon { margin-right:5px; vertical-align:middle; border: solid 1px;}.flickr-postedby { font: 75%;} Smiling to me, on our street, at 7:30 this morning.

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oh tyler, rescue medeliver medeliver me from swedish furnituredeliver me from clever artdeliver me from clear skin and perfect teethmay i never be completemay i never be contentmay i never be perfecti want you to hit me as hard as you can

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The Merchant of Venice [2004]I have always been weary of this play. Shakespeare is truly versatile, granted, and speaks with a commanding and often urging voice. But when I read this one, probably back in high school, I could not get past the anti-semitism of it. Maybe I read it wrong, or over-simplified it, like people in high school are supposed to do. But it just tasted foul to me. I felt—and

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The Mosquito CoastI am a sucker for Harrison Ford. I feel like he can do no wrong. Even after I slap myself, pour cold water over my head and look myself in the mirror. Even gobbledygook like Six Days Seven Nights or Hollywood Homicide has not managed to turn me away. Still, I always knew this one was rotten. And rotten it is. It basically tells the story of a pathological, egotistic,

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Somebody dear to me was in my dreams last night. We have not seen each other since last winter, and our conversations have grown shorter, blander, and further apart as time has gone by. It is mostly me that calls, and I think the answers nowadays may mostly be stemming from courtesy, and kindness, instead of interest. I made such a call on Monday, and this darling happened to have some good news

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Fight ClubYou should never see a movie unless your expectations are low. Preferably really low. And you should wait until all the buzz has passed. Wait a few years. Then see the flick for what it really is. Sure, this one is a decent excercise in that whole dual personality shit. But actually, it is more than that. Granted, Brad Pitt couldn't act to save his pretty face, but then, he isn't in

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I tend to not listen too well when people speak to me about my blog. Possibly because I usually write it without an audience in mind, and am thus a little startled when people strike up a conversation about how I write it. However, someone wrote me an e-mail the other day, suggesting that I should treat my blog more kindly.She is right, of course.One of the things she pointed out was that I do

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It's out.Like the balding old groupie I am, I waited up past midnight to see if Playing the Angel would pop up for sale on iTunes. Sure enough, it did. And what a surprise! Instead of continuing on the heavy sounds of Violator, Sounds of Faith and Devotion, Ultra (especially), and Exciter, this one is a clear throw-back to the eighties, sound-wise. Even the melodies have a distinct playful dance

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More of the same, I guess.To live is to dip your finger into that pool of screeching noise. There, you have but the faintest control. Over anything. Even yourself. And your own feelings. The concussing, violent amalgam of hope, and despair, and all their cousins, will become deafening. But at any one moment you can pull back. Unplug.Calm the tremors. Cut the sound. Take that needle of your

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I have been reliving the horrific experience of my life these last few days. Not literally, and this time not by watching my wife in peril, but a dear, dear friend of mine.The similarities are chilling. She, too, experienced a sudden and massive bleeding, which threw her over to a place where she felt it was touch-and-go for a while. The episode was powerful enough to evoke contemplations of what

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I am waiting for the formal 'go' on a couple of work projects. Incidentally, my mother is visiting with us. For the second time in five years. This time around, she is paying more attention to the opportunity that this place presents for relaxation. A change of pace from her otherwise self-imposed, hectic, urbanite lifestyle. So we have been spending the day together in relative silence, she with

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OK, I know, I usually don't encourage you people to e-mail me, basically because it is embarrassing how lazy I am in answering. But tonight I'm just bored.So.Whisper me back this: Six words that will instantly evoke a deep sense of melancholy in any warm-blooded creature. And yes, it may be clichéed. To start it off, here's my stab at it:It was not meant to be.

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Live life like you mean it.

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I have always had a terrible time trying to remember what the different RAID configurations stand for. Always an embarrassing moment when a client picks up on that weak spot of mine.Thank god for water coolers.

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We live in a World filled with ugliness. Yes, Nature brings its share of death and destruction to men. But most of it, we bring onto ourselves. We maim each other. Kill each other. We let each other starve, and live in misery.And we wage wars.That's when we deliberately plan to attack and murder thousands upon thousands of other people, for some insane reason. Defending your territory. Establish

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I was looking for Sipser's Introduction to the Theory of Computation, when I just got helplessly stuck to this cube. It was this time last year that I was buying one of these. Or was it the year before? Funny how time flies.I still can't solve it though. I seem to vaguely remember being able to do this back when I was only a kid. But now I can only do one side, with the centers of the other sides

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I have yet to meet someone whose musical roots are not in his or her teenage years. I am no exception. Granted, I still consume great amounts of music. But the base of the tree grows firmly out of the sounds of my adolescence. Everything new somehow gets measured to that base. It will have to better or extend what I merged with back then, or it won't pass muster. Sure, I listened to a lot of

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5:00 My wife wakes up, quietly slips from the bed and into the black early morning. I don't wake up any more.7:00 Quiet sounds from my daughter's room, "Daaaddy? Dad?". A clean diaper, daytime clothes, hair brushed, oatmeal cooked while a book gets read. The table set, banana sliced into oatmeal, water poured into tall and small glasses. Cod liver oil and vitamin taken. Breakfast. Another book

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It may be four years, but it's here. It's all still here.And it's still buried. Festering. Demoralizing. Scaring. Draining.Perhaps for a brief moment, just after it happened, the shock seemed to spawn a greater unity, more tolerance. The rude awakening made us drop our masks. Trucker, preacher, professor, old, white, gay, young, fat, clerk, student, married, sister, brown, dancer, christian,

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Wow. I just read that again. Well, for the first time, actually, since I really did not read it last night before publishing.Man, what a whiny rant.Ah well. 'Twas the thought. At the time.So there.P.S. In other news, I finally finished putting the windows in my little girl's bedroom. As you may remember, it was last winter that I framed it, put up the drywall, painted it and hung the doors. But

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Dreams make promises they can't keep,they can swindle you while you sleep.Morning finds you wondering why.When we are young in dreams we trust,so maybe growing up is justkissing these certain dreams good-bye.I could not sleep tonight, so I threw a DVD on the laser, hoping I'd doze off in front of it. It was Same Time, Next Year. I didn't see it on the stage when it made the rounds the last time,

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I have been meaning to blog this for a while now. Weeks, possibly months. And it was always to be entitled "Elevator angels". It was to be a fairly benign post about biking. And how nice it is. Uplifting. Hence the hook to CocoRosie's line about how Jimmy Morrison "...has his elevator angels", since I still almost always end up with that song in my ears when I go out biking. Finally, I thought

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Today's micropost:What a stunning place we have been allowed to stay at.

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I am not very safe to live with. or next to, for that matter.Here I live in this three floors of wood, and I keep doing things like putting a pot of water on the stove, and then not having the patience to wait for it to boil. So I wander off into the living room and start reading a book, and forgetting all about that pot on the stove.Idiot.And now I have a kid, to boot. Not very responsible. Not

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Recently, I have had both cause and opportunity to take a harder look at myself than I have done in a long time.The opportunity: After finishing one of the larger work projects that I have taken on these last few years, suddenly there has been time to take stock. To ponder other things than work, while running a myriad of small errands that had been put on the back burner while The Project got

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It can be astonishing to see how old books or movies or plays or poetry can suddenly become vividly relevant, or chillingly realistic. Its thought, previously collecting dust, suddenly springing forth and becoming as real as tomorrow's news.Sidney Pollack is one of those prolific directors, and now a days mostly producer, who does it all monkey style: He hammers away at that proverbial typewriter

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My geek interests are not a very limited. In fact they are quite broad. And diverse. One area of fascination to me is the computer interface, and in particular, text-to-speech and the holy grail, speech recognition. Perhaps it all began with dear Scotty. That would make sense.Part of my fascination stems from the realization that one day, it is actually going to work. And that will have some

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