tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119592512011-11-26T20:04:16.619-08:00<i>Heaven, hide your eyes</i>Metamaticiannoreply@blogger.comBlogger21391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959251.post-44799128342482159022011-11-16T15:39:00.000-08:002011-11-16T17:43:50.859-08:00

Numerical date formats vary around the globe. Let’s just consider the Gregorian calendrical system, which is what most of us use every day. The American version is the worst. Month (med), then Day (small), then Year (large). Huh? Not good for sorting, and makes little sense to the human mind unless you're inculcated with it from birth, kinda like Fahrenheit temperatures. It's arbitrary.

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I am not the type of dog That could keep you waiting For no good reason Run a carbon black test on my jaw And you will find It’s all been said before I can swing my megaphone And long arm the rest It's easier and better To just beat it from the chest Of desire I could walk into this room And the waves of conversation Are enough to knock you down In the undertow I’m so alone So alone in my life

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Part of the Picos de Europa, a mountain range that runs through Cantabria and Asturias in Northern Spain. Click for full-size. Pretty amazing mountains, eh? What Asturias lacks in sheer elevation is makes up for in dramatic peaks and sudden elevation changes, lush valleys snaking through snowy shards of stone poking out of the earth at all angles. Lots of nice granite, shale, and even

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of adversity lies an opportunity, a rebirth the story is old, but it metamorphosed when I told it a sun rises, it knows nothing but the people believe in something that is grander than themselves feelings are everything ask Galileo on a moonlit night or Kepler if his elliptic tides are right, are precise; ask Newton, ask Feynman if your math's all right Penrose, Einstein the point is the

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All waves view old, warm shores Father returning. Adventure is a sunny captain Adventure is a lively ship. Rise calmly like a hungry gull. Seashells sail! You keep waiting The temperature is dropping. Why does the sun travel? Faith, love, and life. Where is the sunny beach we dreamt of? Winds endure like rough sailors. Where is the dead captain I use to salute? I’m afraid it gets cold Down

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There is no end to this I have seen your face But I don't recognize all these things You must have left behind It's a problem, you know That's been there all your life I try to make you see the world without you That's just so black and white. At night it gets cold and I'd dearly like to turn away An escape that fills That makes you want to turn on heel Alone, alone, alone, alone. There is no

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I can't sail rhymes And tell the tales of mighty kings Keeping the letters afloat With no broken rings at all All I can do is call I hope that the mighty shall Hear the meek In my own simple way I loved all that was unique. I can't change for you I can't even change for me We're high in the Picos now What we've brought is what we'll need If we stumble and die, No one knows us, few shall care

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It’s all over You’ve had your day out in the park You better come inside Before it gets too dark. We’ve all had a great time Playing with our private worlds Event horizon Here on planet Earth. It’s all over It’s the final curtain call For too many life forms There’s just no time left at all. Whatcha gonna do when the rain comes Are you going to sail on the rising seas like Noah? Whatcha gonna

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(click for original size)

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Wintersun Can’t stop the hurt Can’t stop the bleeding I am invisible Can’t stop the thought Nor the feeling I don’t exist at all But when you call my name Do you feel the same way That we’re trapped in time We’re both living a lie I live in a tower Of my own creation I’m indivisible From the thoughts that make up All my memories Transcendental But when you call my name Do you feel the same

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ECLIPSE All that you touch And all that you see All that you taste All you feel And all that you love And all that you hate All you distrust All you save And all that you give And all that you deal And all that you buy Beg, borrow or steal And all you create And all you destroy And all that you do And all that you say And all that you eat And everyone you meet And all that you slight And

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Damaged People. We're damaged people Drawn together By subtleties that we are not aware of Disturbed souls Playing out forever These games that we once thought we would be scared of When you're in my arms The world makes sense There is no pretense in crying When you're by my side There is no defence I forget to sense I'm dying... We're damaged people Praying for something That doesn't come

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Lifescream The world is pain Cut feet on cut glass I sit and read and try to think Watch and learn Learn how everything works Work on watching even harder So I can somehow make sense of it all But it never gets any easier I'll overanalyze myself all my life Existing only to look in I wonder Why I was put inside my skin To flail and flounder on the shores Of a world where action is king And

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Craziness has come over me. I've gone mad. I'm not the same person from day to day. I don't recognize myself in emails I've written, don't remember people I've talked to at long lengths, things I've done and said and promised. I never go out, and time passes somehow, but I have no way to measure it and I can't tell if it's going slow or really fast. I'm in a body and life I don't recognize. I

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A Lucid Moment Grabbed a peek Felt back inside Came out of hiding And it's all I seek It's what I need To see the sun before it Goes behind the clouds again Before the noise gets Too goddamn loud again Just need this peace Grab me a seat I want to get out of it And run around doing All that I haven't been doing For my years have grown bleak Like a film without a Happy ending But I'm bending the

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torch blown out in the everlasting darkness that always blankets me now I walk about in circles looking for a way out but these walls were built around me there's nowhere else I can go it seems I've got no will of my own and I can't seem to find my way home sleeping forever dreaming forever a forever sleep is what you get when you sink too deep ça va sans dire ça va sans dire ça va sans dire

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You can answer these how you want, since after all this time I know you will anyway. 1. Do you have a middle name? What's the first letter? 2. How many continents have you set foot on? Which ones? 3. Are you interested in history before the 20th Century? Where and when? 4. Are you interested in science? How much? Which sciences interest you the most? 5. If you could meet five people from history

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One of rock's biggest rebels and a legend of the underground scene in his home Australia and around the world, paired with one of the world's most successful pop artists, also from Oz, who's made a living on the charts spinning out dance tunes. But apparently they are good friends, being Aussies and all (heh), and this duet (there have been a couple others) comes from Nick's LP Murder Ballads.

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Be courageous, not hesitating Give me an honest surprise Don't tell beautiful lies Stop waiting Life is not a rehearsal For another life to come Whatever people are saying Do what it is you're thinkingStop sleeping in, stop cryingStop wistfully sighingStart speakingTo people you know againOnly then will your mind relaxAnd your body start healing.

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Thanks to Raelha for this!

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I'm in a rut just in case anyone's wondering why I'm not very available.

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What number comes next? 1 1 2 3 5 8 ___ ? How about this one? 1 2 5 4 9 6 ___ ? Ok, enough of that for now. --- I've got loads of things to post. Just have to get around to it... Please be patient and February should be better than the past few months. Blogwise, I mean.

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'If you could read my mind' 'The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald'

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Posted this a long time ago, but it was a video, not a live performance. Some of you will really like her, others will plug your ears or run out of the room. It matters not! I saw her and met her and talked to her for quite a bit so I happen to like her and most of her music. And by most I mean probably half. She has some punkish stuff I don't like. But she had some slow, haunting stuff like

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Morrissey, his idol. This is a Smiths song from 1985, the Buckley version is from 1995. He also left a number of Smiths covers on his own (presumably at home) which were not found until after his death in 1997.

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The original, from the 1989... Except it's not the original, it's a version. Though it's still Robert Smith from The Cure, who wrote it... I'm guessing this is live or something. Original enough. (There was a cover version by a musician called "Adele" here, previously.) Lost the Adele version already, on account of copyright violation. Yet you can go to YouTube and watch it. Isn't streaming

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After a few tries it seemed to keep coming out almost the same... I know the reported upload speed is too slow. I observe traffic both ways pretty religiously, and it should be quite a bit higher. The test told me my ISP might be experiencing a heavy load or using "upload compression" whatever that is. Also, I've got lots of apps open and haven't rebooted in ages, so that doesn't help. The

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Amazed I'd never seen it before with those three actors in it. Looks a bit creepy too. Based on a Tennessee Williams play, and by the director of On the Waterfront. Must be good! I know the title of course but really know nothing about the film. Anyone seen this? Don't spoil it if so, just interested if you have. Just went through all 10 Star Trek flicks recently, so now I'm on an "old" movie

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Official video gets blocked in countries outside the US, usually. Still, this one contains a translation of the Latin and French parts - bonus!

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Anyone trying to get hold of me, or wondering why I've not been around much on email, phone, facebook, or my blog... I'm just very depressed right now. I'm having a horrible time trying to sleep, horrible nightmares and insomnia and sleep paralysis and lucid dreaming and night terrors, and this lack of needed, healthy sleep has drained me completely during the day. I'm on my normal meds and not

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Yes, that typo was on purpose and designed to make you "lol". Let's see... browsers. Over the life of the web I've gone from using Netscape to IE to Firefox to Chrome. I've also dabbled with Opera, Safari, Seamonkey, and a few others, but they've never been my primary browser. At the moment I am using Chrome 8, the latest stable release, as my primary browser, but I have - get this - Chrome 10

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You're welcome

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Happy New Year's, dear readers! Best wishes for 2011 and may wars wind down, people come together if only a little bit, and love and generosity make a comeback from years of greed, then economic meltdown. Take care of the earth, it's the only home we've got. Take care of your animal cousins - they are your cousins quite literally. If you live in a free country, don't take it for granted - enjoy

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it's cute and funny. Lol, "Avoid Romans"

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Quite appropriate for the holidays I think, Bob Marley's classic "Redemption Song" covered by Johnny Cash and Joe Strummer (late of The Clash)! What a song, what a duet to cover it. Bob's version will always be the best, but this is unique in it's own way... RIP Bob Marley RIP Joe Strummer RIP Johnny Cash :'( But happy holidays - the message goes on even when the singers are not with us anymore

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Not my photo - my Canon died, my Nikon battery didn't recharge in time, and plus I don't have a good zoom anyway. It would have looked lame, so I'll use a photo from the web. But I did see it in all its phases over the several hours it was partially full/totally full, and it rocked out with its socks out. Looked a lot like this, actually, just smaller. And it was directly over my house instead of

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oh, it's a strange day in such a lonely way I saw some children dance I watched my life in a trance and the people around me seem so glad to be here will my time pass so slowly on the day that I fear? and the noise that surrounds me pulls so loud in my head from the promise that healed us to the lies that I said oh, it's a strange day in such a lonely way some people look down on me, I know they

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hey Patrice don't cry, they've no reason to harm you at all they don't realise that the angels surround you with light they don't understand, their narrow ways defeat them where they stand they don't realise you hide your sadness beneath a painted smile ignorance, that light of fools steers a wayward path and sets the course upon which we sail into the night of uncertainty following the stars

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michael's bones lay where he fell face down on sports ground he was just somebody's luckless son oh but now look what he's done oh look what he's done. your gentle hands are frozen and your unkissed lips are blue your thinning clothes are hopeless and no one was mad about you. michael's bones were very young but they were never to know impetuous fun mr policeman, i don't know where you get such

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will we laugh? cold textiles, creeper vines spines of the murex purple boats lie littered on ancient seas lye pleas to tyrian merchants, these times see to it we are lost to laughter; and will we see? twice trismegistus tried to crash wise with hexes on thee. but rainy christmas days now float our paper boats away down one gutter into the other to stay. and will you tell me, about your turn in

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big sur, californiaclick on it for a more awesome image

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If you could go back to college, what would you study? There are a dozen ways we can go with this, so I'll set down two scenarios and let you run with it. You can answer both, either one, or make up your own criteria. Sound good? And for the sake of making it easy, in this hypothetical situation you are enrolled in the university of your dreams, with the best faculty and facilities and your

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Do you like to design things in general? housing floorplans, gardens, castles, dungeons?? Did you draw maps or maybe schematics as a kid? Do you still draw flow charts rather than to do lists? Maps rather than written instructions? Do you you think spatially or verbally? (Don't have to answer that, I was just getting swept up in the questions.) Do you enjoy designing logos, advertisements,

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I was responding to Raelha's brief mention, in the previous post's comments, of having some nice speakers to make her music sound better... and then I just sort of ran with it and ended up with something too long to submit. So rather than break it into chunks there, I'll just make it its own post here. This is my advice based on experience of the best 'bang for the buck' computer (or even room)

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I imagine most of us would like to have the top quality of every type of device we own, home we live in, car we drive. I mean, why not? Set aside the unfairness of the real world, thoughts of affluence and poverty, and just put your mind in a fictional realm for a moment. Now I want you to list a few (at most maybe a half-dozen) items you own or interact with in your life (non-living) which you

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Most people seem to collect something. Some people collect lots of things, but they usually have problems. And I suppose there are people who live completely practical workaday lives and don't collect anything 'just because' at all, though I haven't really met anyone that I can definitely say that about - or at least any that come to mind. There's a difference between accumulated things because

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Someone get this Jimmy Wales clown off my Wikipedia before I clock someone. He's distracting me from reading stuff! Jeez, what poor site design.

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I know I've hardly posted lately, but it's because I've been sick for over a month now. I have almost NO energy. I have some ideas for posts, that's about as far as I've gotten. Hopefully this month I'll actually write out some of those ideas and get back to posting, but gotta beat this darn illness first.

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If the rain comes they run and hide their heads. They might as well be dead. If the rain comes, if the rain comes. When the sun shines they slip into the shade (When the sun shines down.) And sip their lemonade. (When the sun shines down.) When the sun shines, when the sun shines. Rain, I don't mind. Shine, the world looks fine. I can show you that when it starts to rain, (When the rain comes

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The Beatles were the last major holdout, mostly over a dumb fight to do with the similarity of the Apple Corps / Apple, Inc names. And probably Yoko being a stubborn, contrarily counterculture you-know-what. I can't see Paul or Ringo having a problem with making their entire catalogue of music, especially the new remastered box sets and the rest, available to new fans on the largest seller of

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Let me know what you think of this song, from Brendan's 2010 album Ark. Thanks to Byte, he already did!

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You're given $5000 (£3103, €3652, 1 million Ft) as soon as you finish reading this post by a kindly stranger, whose only instructions are that you MUST spend it within 3 days. The stranger is not up to any wrongdoing, and you will not get in any trouble. You cannot save or invest the money in any way so as to make it "grow" - if you put it in a bank or buy stock with it, it or the stock or other

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Often voted as one of the best music videos of all time. Song was a #1 hit for Enigma as well, and the LP The Cross of Changes, the follow-up to the band's extremely successful 1990 debut Mcmxc A.D., did just as well, selling an estimated 12 million copies worldwide and attaining multi-platinum status in the USA, UK, Canada, Australia, and other countries. As a result, many tracks from these

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Cheers to Peter, Daniel, David, and Kevin - all the original members of Bauhaus who went on to form so many bands, solo projects, and influence so many other musicians from the late 70s to the present! And of course to their alter egos, The Bubblemen! :D

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What it tells me is that life as we experience it right now (and more generally, in the last couple hundred years) is nothing like that which people have experienced throughout 99% of human history, not to mention human existence (our evolution as a distinct species). This graph only goes back as far as the agricultural revolution after the last ice age, when farming and animal husbandry were

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Without looking, just take a guess and name the top 10 most populous countries in the world, in the comments section. When you've done that you can click HERE and check your answers. But please write them out before you click, it will be much more fun that way. A lot of the "old" ideas we have about the "great nations" of the world are being overturned, at least in terms of population size. Of

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For some reason, Zeus always looks pissed off The Earth, Sun, and Moon are all names which derive from Anglo-Saxon, as are most common words in modern English. But the language of science (and learning in general) is Latin, and the languages of the classical era Latin and Greek (primarily Greek), with a little landbridge so to speak of Arabic and Hindi to keep the classic knowledge alive while

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1. I try to stay organized and keep track of all my things, but for some reason my favorite jeans keep ____________ . 2. I thought it was the murmuring of people, but when I turned around I discovered ____________ . 3. The way in which a politician could best serve the country would be to ____________ . 4. Feeling a cat paw upon my face, I opened my eyes only to witness ____________ . 5. I blame

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“TORTURE” NO MORE! Thanks to (pictured):Timmy Lincecum, our ace!Cody Ross, surprise hero!Freddy Sanchez, huge at the plates and with the leather!And of course... our secret weapon and fearless leader...The Skipper, Bruce Bochy! Just as important (but not pictured):Edgar Renteria, World Series MVPMatt Cain, no earned runs allowed in the postseason!Madison Bumgarner, lights out at age 21Juan

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Minor pet peeve - you go to bookmark a site. Instead of "Yahoo" or "Rattlebox" appearing as the name on your extremely space-limited bookmarks bar or menu, it comes out something like "Rattlebox.com: Your one-stop shop for cards that don't suck, where you can personalize a whole range of hilarious non-sucky cards that don't suck in any way, however you like, because this is Rattlebox, and it

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Over my life I've seen Peking turn into Beijing, Bombay turn into Mumbai, and literally countless others, which if nothing else has made my globes and atlases obsolete. I'm not naive - I understand that Colonialism imposed names on places that may not have been very accurate (in some cases, the post-colonial name is entirely different). Also, transliteration systems evolve (or at least change...

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From: Beliefnet's Belief-O-Matic. My results: 01. Secular Humanism (100%) 02. Unitarian Universalism (100%) 03. Nontheist (85%) 04. Theravada Buddhism (78%) 05. Liberal Quakers (72%) 06. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (56%) 07. Neo-Pagan (54%) 08. Taoism (49%) 09. New Age (40%) 10. Reform Judaism (37%) 11. Mahayana Buddhism (31%) 12. New Thought (28%) 13. Orthodox Quaker

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Lyrics...

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Looks like Hermione is all grown up!

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I uploaded it to my Picasa account and changed the template HTML to grab it directly from there. No more Photobucket complaints in the future.

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Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice. But for those who love — time is eternity. ~ Henry Van Dyke ~

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Oh, you look so tiredMouth slack and wide Ill-housed and ill-advised Your face is as mean As your life has been Crash into my arms I want youYou don't agreeBut you don't refuse I know you And I know a place Where no one is likely to pass Oh, and you don't care if it's late And you don't care if you're lost And oh, you look so tired But tonight you presume too muchToo much, too much And if

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One of his more luscious B-sides. I'll bet a collection of his obscure B-sides would beat his pop-oriented A-sides hands down. Well, in my opinion anyway. Which is the only one which really counts on my blog.

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Today is 10/10/10, or 101010. Which is binary for our decimal number 42. Which just so happens to be the answer to life. Google it if you don't believe me! =)

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Don't be fooled!The goats bite.

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The video is what I'm talking about, mind you. He's had some rubbish videos in recent years, maybe because he doesn't regard the music video as much of an art form. He's said as much in many interviews. He thinks it's too subservient to the needs of the music (time constraints and all that) - though of course he loves film. And presumably film/music projects like Björk or Sigur Rós have done,

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The song was played and recorded live, believe it or not, with Jo using an AirPiano to make the sounds! Crazy.

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On National Geographic's website there are some short quizzes about common animals. You can find them HERE. Here's how I did on the ones I took. Not bad, not great. Cats: 9/10 Backyard Bird: 8/10 Big Cats: 9/10 Dogs: 6/10 Endangered Animals: 7/10 Lions: 9/10 Monkeys: 8/10 Sea Turtles: 8/10 Tigers: 8/8 How will you do? You can report your scores but don't have to. It's just for fun.

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Vocals by Brendan Perry and Lisa Gerrard in English and Algonquin.

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The 12 Best Things About Being Mentally IllIt’s an odd title I know. What can possibly be good about mental illness? Well, nothing when you’re in the depths of despair. But there can be great benefits from having an illness, including a mental illness. These are the ones I’ve found in my life.Slow. I’ve slowed down a lot. I stopped wearing a watch a couple of years ago and haven’t missed it once.

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The annoying "Upgrade to Pro today" message ought to be gone soon. It's the little swooshy page dividers that are causing the problem. The host of that graphic is not paying their bill with Photobucket. At least I know the problem now, and it should be fixable by simply transferring the graphic to my Picasa account. The original swash was "copylefted" and designated as free for use on

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Brompton Oratory Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn The reading is from Luke 24 Where Christ returns to his loved ones I look at the stone apostles Think that it's alright for some And I wish that I was made of stone So that I would not have to see A beauty impossible to define A beauty impossible to

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"Don't waste life in doubts and fears; spend yourself on the work before you, well assured that the right performance of this hour's duties will be the best preparation for the hours and ages that will follow it." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson~

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