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- AP/Orange County Register, Mark Avery |
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- Live has been getting some great reviews on Version Tracker. Live 2 is the audio sequencer you can play like an instrument. It integrates complete multitrack recording and editing functionality - play your studio arrangements on stage, or record live improvisations and edit them in the studio. Even better, manipulate the speed and pitch of any audio while it is streamed from disk - with exceptional flexibility and fidelity. |
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- you don't have no heart of gold and it wasn't those lying teeth put in you that kept me sharp... |
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- I am not-so-happy to report that the boys downstairs not only had the gall to broom-thump me when I was... |
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- China People's Daily: China Unicom Launches CDMA 1X Network -- more geosketch testing. Notice how panning is pretty disruptive if... |
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- We jumped out of a perfectly good airplane yesterday morning at 9000ft above Lake Wanaka (10,000 ft above sea-level). We... |
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GOP Cowards (Mar 31 2003 03:48 GMT) - Last night, my lady went to dinner with some old friends. I was rocking it solo. I met a friend... |
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- Hi ! Let me ask you this...which is worse: A. The engine on your Lexus freezes up at 160,000 miles... |
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- I realized tonight that even though someone asks you a question it would be a good idea to think before... |
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- I don't really like to single out particular blogs from the Japan-based blogroll to the right (I don't feel it's important to establish which ones I enjoy, and which ones I, well, enjoy less), but among my recent finds, I... |
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- Be It Therefore Resolved Wow! Thanks to Josh Clayborn, I now know that the US House and Senate have each passed a resolution calling on the President to declare a day of fasting and prayer and call on God for guidance. Here's the resolved portion of the House bill. |
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BlogShares (Mar 31 2003 03:45 GMT) - Just added my blog to BlogShares! |
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- Carnetiers, francophones, peintres et parents de ??? ... Nulle autre que Martine Gingras (les Banlieusardises) ! Marc et Nicole ont demandé |
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- Tonight is the opening game of the 2003 baseball season. That seems funny, since we had snow flurries today. Watching the Rangers-Angels game reminds me that announcers often check their brains at the door. ESPN's Jon Miller, an outstanding announcer, just said that he thought the Pittsburgh Pirates were a "sleeper" team and Joe Morgan immediately chimed in that he thought they had a chance to make the playoffs. |
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- Bought some beeswax candles at the candle store on Paseo de Peralta (DeVargas Mall) this afternoon. Found they have a web site and this is what they say:Candle manufacturing was further enhanced during the first half of the 20th century through the growth of U.S. oil and meatpacking industries. |
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- Progress is progressing OK. I made some good |
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- Global employment trends: Heading down According to the International Labour Organization's Global Employment Trends 2003, the number of unemployed has increased by 20 million globally in the last three years. The organization is also describing a "receding likelihood" that the global economy will turn around this year. The full report, which is a 24-MB PDF, is here and you can download chapters here. The prospect for industrialized countries is not sunny. |
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- Drivel: I have updated The Switch to include links to the tools and products I used. |
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- Remember my post about the soldier who changed his name to Optimus Prime, of Transformers fame? It just got weirder.... |
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- This possession of the United States is a reef administered by the US Fish and Wildlife Service of the Department... |
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- "This is still a dangerous world, a less certain, a less predictable one. . . . Many have chemical and biological weapons. |
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- Around midnight on Thursday, March 27, residents of several southern Chicago suburbs were woken up by explosions and crashes. |
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rediseño (Mar 31 2003 03:38 GMT) - Le hace falta un rediseño a Coruweb desde hace tiempo (una mala comprensión de la plantilla del MT le... |
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rediseño (Mar 31 2003 03:38 GMT) - Le hace falta un rediseño a Coruweb desde hace tiempo (una mala comprensión de la plantilla del MT le... |
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- Me: I only think about you once a day. Him: Only one time? I don't know what to say to that. |
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- Recession, terrorism, war, and now an apparently unstoppable and deadly airborne virus called SARS is sweeping the world. I'm ready for some good nows now, please. The story still seems to be in the margins, at least in my part of the world, but I think it might start to push to war off of the front page in the upcoming weeks. The story is popping up in the blogs I read now, particularly Joi Ito's and The Agonist. There are some who think the panic is a bit overblown and I hope they are right. |
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- So, we went to move my rack of colocated machines from OnRamp's old downtown facility, to their new one a few miles away. During the process of getting this rack out to the truck, it tipped the dolly/hand-truck over, and landed on Chad's foot. Chad is the guy who owns OnRamp, the ISP where my machines "live". I ended up driving him to the hospital. No broken bones, just a BAD bruise... |
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- 7 Habits of Highly Successful Bloggers: here. Heh... question, what do highly successful bloggers have that regular old run-of-mill bloggers don't? Better dates? |
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- 7 Habits of Highly Successful Bloggers: here. Heh... question, what do highly successful bloggers have that regular old run-of-mill bloggers don't? Better dates? |
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- "Oona in the desert" Watercolor by Oona. This is Bebop Loco, baby, on the radio of dreams. I am Bebop Lobo, babysweet, your nightime messenger of the bad news of the winds of war, of the winds of the deserts of the Other Side of the Tortured Earth. And my baby who is the mother of my baby girl who is the daughter of my baby girl dreams of peace, that her little brother will not die either far from home or at all, that no cars will crash even close to any of her enormous family from Sonora, that no accident will fall upon her child or me. Or me. |
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- "Nick Only" NICK DANGER SNAKEHEAD SYMPHONY MUSIC OPEN AND UNDER DWIGHT: The Adventures of Nick Danger, Third Eye. Brought to you by PlusCom dot Com, the Global Interlacing network providing 24-7-360 global crisis news, keeping your unmoving butt glued to the edge of your ever-widening seat. NICK: (Reverb) This is Nick Danger. |
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- "Not Insane by Flamnigan" SURREALISM OF THE INSANE Hello again and hello again. I'm Billy Flamnigan and it's time once again for us to settle down together and move on with your quest to turn out expensive and valuable art canvases at home in a half an hour or so, canvases that have the real look and feel of the kind of collectible Art of the Insane that usually has clowns in it, although I've pretty much made my reputation on not falling for the clown gambit because I see it as a cheap trick and one suitable only for aging actresses or lounge singers or others who need desperately to get on TV with paintings that are not authentically insane, only cute or affecting. There's nothing like a crying clown , is there? Well, don't get me started. They all look like they have knives to me. |
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- "Xmas Birdfeeders" This site started as an experiment in writing and over the last few months of 2002, about twenty people participated with stories, poems, doggerel, jokes and thoughts. We've all now built up quite a bunch of writing and it's all here on the Blog of the Unknown, nothing erased, nothing edited. As well,there's a swelling list of "Members" and I can access info as to the fact that now a posted article and its discussion responses are getting around two thousand reads. Granted, a lot of that is us reading our own stuff, but ... I'm really pleased with this Blog and only sorry that I sometimes don't have the time for quick responses and frequent submissions. |
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- "Xmas on Mystery Island" Here's a picture of Christmas on Mystery Island. I just went outside and sat for a while in the Southern California midnight. Finally finished writing the Xmas Nick Danger for NPR, two miraculous days before deadline. It's practically warm out and we've got some Christmas lights up outside and they look so good it makes me want to get in the Locomobile and head north to our little other house, but we can't until next week, so for now the little lights of the Hollywood Hills will have to do. Many years ago, before Oona came into my life even, I spent a Christmas in the little town of Hotevilla which is set up on one of the mesas that constitute what anyone who's been there has to think of as Hopiland. |
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- "black and white" Starting with this drawing by Oona Tonight on the McNeil News, Pinky the Poet read a poem by a woman whose name I didn't hear because The Bombshell was on the phone and I was frying something good on the stove. I didn't hear much of the poem either, but I did notice that it had something to do with a football game in Newton. I remembered, frying, that I had been to a football game in Newton, Massachussetts. In the Fall of 1958 I was seventeen and a freshman at a little college in Maine, three thousand miles from California, and not a little lonely. A guy in my dorm - we'd hardly met - kindly invited me down to his family's house for Thanksgiving. |
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- ART OF THE INSANE HELLO AND HELLO AND HELLO AGAIN AND AGAIN, I'M BILLY FLANIGAN AND WELCOME ONCE AGAIN TO ART OF THE INSANE AND TODAY WE'RE GOING TO BE DISCUSSING ONE OF THE MOST BEDEVILING PROBLEMS FACING THE BEGINNING OR EVEN AMATEUR PAINTER WHO WISHES TO REAP THE BIG PROFITS YOU CAN MAKE IN PRODUCING ART OF THE INSANE THAT IS SO LIKE THE REAL ART OF THE INSANE THAT ONLY A TRULY BEDEVILED INSANE PERSON COULD TELL THE DIFFERENCE WHICH MAKES NO DIFFERENCE AT ALL TO YOUR BANKBOOK OR WALLET. TODAY WE'RE GOING TO LOOK AT THIS GUY ANDY WARHOL WHO'S AS POPULAR NOW THAT HE'S DEAD AS HE WAS WHEN HE WAS ALIVE AND PEOPLE HOPED HE WOULD BE DEAD SO THE PRICES OF HIS ART WOULD BE DRIVEN UP AND UP. NOW ANDY WARHOL WAS NOT INSANE. HE WAS MIRED IN THE DULL AND BORING WORLD OF FINE ART AND WHILE HIS INSTINCTS WERE AS INSANE AS THE NEXT MAN'S, HE NEVER COULD REALIZE THE BIG PROFITS HE MIGHT HAVE MADE IF HE HAD TURNED TO PAINTING JESUS ON LOCOMOTIVES OR CLOWNS WITH KNIVES. HE WASTED HIS BRIGHT TALENT ON DETERGENT BOXES AND PICTURES OF ACTORS, THINGS A TRULY INSANE ARTIST WOULD NOT LOOK AT TWICE. |
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- "thor" Alright, this is the Hilarious Man himself, Bebop Loco, baby. I am, the cold one, the icy one, the man without noone and nobody because I'm too far north, little ones. I have strayed north to the Far North, beyond even Fresno which is the farthest up a person of the desert can even imagine. I am Bebop, Sweeties, Radionow from the Radionorteno and something white, beyond the whiteness of the USA and the sameness of the whitened people of Funfuntown who still outnumber those of us who avoid the gaze of the Basilisk, who cruise the darkened peoples in a luminous green egg that glows with the power of the Virgin of Clothing, found in a cloak, in a thread, in a stitch. In a word, the snow is falling down on me and its beauty knocks me right over and I am liying down in the drifts and waving my arms like the angels of the southern cities and I look up at the flakes falling on Bebop and I am Bebop Lobo, Darlings, the midnight lonewolf, and I will track you down and drag you north with me and we will ski the hills of the white people in the frozen air. |
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- "Xmas Sunrise" Abrupt switch in focus. The Northwest, not the Southwest. Green, not red. Wet, even when it's dry. The Bombshell has been shuttling houseguests through our little cottage at tremendous speed. |
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- "Chaco Babe" This is Oona, not at Quitobaquito, but certainly at Chaco. Alright, I am Bebob Lobo, Baby, child of the great snoring sleeping desert, the crazy puzzle desert that is the only thing beside me, the Bobster, the hilarious and mysterious me - that can cross through the ingenious designer border laid down by Lutherans and Mexicans for reasons known only to themselves and their pitifully shortened histories. I am Bebop, baby, on the radio, herzing over the Big Sonora at night, the full moon making the locomobile shine like the devil herself. And I snuggle my hoochiecutie next to me and she is so fine in the green lumous Bopstermobile with the HiLo Desert headers from the Moon and the Flaming flowmaster tejano exhaust, the exhaust that sings like the tigers of the North. And Bebop lays back and snuggles his baby and looks up at the moon and he is the Nightsmoocher, the man of moves, the slow-talking, time-delayed Night Howler. |
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- "Hmmmm ......" Bebop is both the MorningMan and the NightGuy of Radio Now. In the morning he is Bebop Loco, the Hilarious One. At night, working all night, unable to go home to Mrs. Bebop and the little Virgin, his daughter, he is Bebop Lobo, the Night Wolf, the Canine of Canoga, the Imaginary Carnivore. |
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- "Pumpkin 2" The dead need their day, to find themselves away from whatever home they have. This is Bebop Lobo, baby, the Night Howler, the Lonely Lobo, the working all night man. Where is the Undescended Queen of the Darkness, the relief babe, the allnight woman who if she came into the station with her secret key could take over and hold down her shift and let me go home to my baby and my little baby? I am Bebop Lobo, you little Hoochie Cuties, not out in the stark green Locomobile, not bouncing up and down on shocks and struts so complicated that you would need to be speaking something other than the Spanish we are speaking now to understand me. I will carve my crazy life on frozen windows of this animal and it will not get much more than ten to the gallon, but it will be so beautiful that the brujos will fade away, will not be seen, will not find the beauty of the skeletors, hopping and bouncing in the great ring of death, hurling each other into the polite spectators, so nice compared to the Worldwide Spectacle of Idiocy on the tvs of the Nortenos. |
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Strange (Mar 31 2003 03:35 GMT) - "The strange dream 2" If you'd like to read more about this, click here: "The strange dream" |
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- "oakfog" Oona Austin took this picture. The idea of California as mysterious might strike some as a mystery in itself. I grew up here, in the Central San Joaquin Valley, which, in a way, looks like this picture. The fog, called tule fog because the San Joaquin used to be covered with them, tules that is, and that means swampy as far as that goes in country that looks like desert to most people. |
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