Everything I've been hearing on this station is absolutely filthy. Disgusting, traumatizing minimal techno electro house. I just want to kick in a wall and jump out of my second story window.
Yup. Extremely unhappy. Not to mention sick, which prevents me from taking most forms of action. I'll probably crash and burn later today, but Red Bull gives you wings!
Stevie Nicks, best known for Fleetwood Mac, will be at Cal State Fullerton's annual fundraiser. General Admission for students is $25. I'd pay that just to see her perform any version of the above song, 'Storms'. All else would be gravy, like the stuff below!
My cousin William "Billy" Alvarez directed this for one of his classes at UCI. My cousin Ivan (his brother) plays Spencer. What a dork! Alas, I'm more like him in real life than I care to admit.
(I just want to say this version was awesome. First Night at Madison Square Garden, New York City, 2003. In most live versions he uses "star" instead of "sun" in the last verse. Perhaps this is to differentiate the line from the other sun metaphor throughout the song. Something he figured out later?)
Hey... oooh... Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once did. All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything. Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear? Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything? All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah... Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine
I walked along the avenue. I never thought I'd meet a girl like you; Meet a girl like you. With auburn hair and tawny eyes; The kind of eyes that hypnotize me through; Hypnotize me through.
And I ran, I ran so far away. I just ran, I ran all night and day. I couldn't get away.
A cloud appears above your head; A beam of light comes shining down on you, Shining down on you. The cloud is moving nearer still. Aurora borealis comes in view; Aurora comes in view.
And I ran, I ran so far away. I just ran, I ran all night and day. I couldn't get away.
Reached out a hand to touch your face; You're slowly disappearing from my view; Disappearing from my view. Reached out a hand to try again; I'm floating in a beam of light with you; A beam of light with you.
And I ran, I ran so far away. I just ran, I ran all night and day. I couldn't get away.
LLCs, etc. I have to dissolve my old business, Hexahex LLC. A real pain in the ass if you ask me. It was my first business so I learned many things the hard way.
So David Anderson and I are slightly modifying and publishing Team X's 5 man-month opus, Legend of Fiasco. Since we developed it using XNA Game Studio I figured it would make sense to host it on Microsoft's SourceForge-wannabe, CodePlex. It's actually pretty nice, but we ran into a snafu. A huge snafu: licensing.
* Nozzle, because that's my nickname for dogs, especially ones with long muzzles. * Dune, because he's a dust color and there's that running joke about that movie (See: Dune Cat, Dune Llama). * Rebel, because he won't stay still and jumped into our pool the first night we had him. This is his call name. * Courage, because he seems adventurous and is daring enough to jump from high places, and because it's what he gives me.
I'm grateful that God put him in my life when he did. Timing could not have been better.
InPitch is a simple and easy-to-use program to aid in training your ear to recognize notes (i.e. to develop "perfect pitch" or "absolute pitch").
My friend Chris Gilbreth and I wrote this many years ago. He decided to put it on SourceForge last year. We haven't really worked on it since then, but the word is getting out. Someone recently blogged about it and provided our first piece of user feedback! Chris asked me today if I could start looking at it again. I think I'll wait 'til he comes back to the OC from Yale. ;)