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February 28, 2006
your trivial for the day
I used the word "sea change" in an email today, and wondered about its origin. Google is your friend (for now):
The phrase is a quotation from Shakespeare. It comes from Ariel’s wonderfully evocative song in The Tempest:
Full fathom five thy father lies:
Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
maybe stewie wins
bill v. david
rocket man or hooked?
You make the call...
February 27, 2006
ferrari strikes back
Perhaps you remember this post about my friend who picked up the hose from a wrecked Ferrari Enzo and was selling it on ebay (with hilarious results). Well, it looks like Ferrari didn't really like the auction, so eBay pulled it. Frickin' eye-talians! No pasta for me tonight!
Thank you for your recent auction-style listing on eBay.
Unfortunately, we removed the following item(s):
8040875409 - Ferrari
because Ferrari SpA (Italy) reported it to us for violating their
intellectual property rights. When eBay is notified by a rights owner of an
intellectual property rights infringement, eBay must remove the item in
order to meet certain legal requirements.
The following information may help explain the reason for your
listing(s) removal:
A manufacturer or intellectual property rights owner has reported to
eBay that this posting violates their intellectual property rights in one
or more more ways. When eBay is notified by an intellectual property
rights owner of an intellectual property rights violation, eBay removes
the posting in order to meet certain legal requirements. Please check
with the rights owner if you have any questions about their claims.
Some possible issues include the following:
Using a manufacturer's photo or item description
Posting a counterfeit or "fake" item
Posting an unauthorized copy of an media (such as software or video
games)
February 26, 2006
camelias (thanks L)
February 25, 2006
dark eyes and beautiful mist
I have a poster on the wall of a Laguna Beach wave (see above). I've had this for many years, first in my office at work and now in my apartment. It's funny because all these years my eyes have been drawn to the shoulder of the wave...where I would take off to ride it. But last night amidst and potent mix of sadness, joy, compassionate touch and gentle courage, my eyes were drawn to the dark center of the wave...in the tube.
I've spent most of my surfing days in search of this elusive world. Drop it and get covered. Time stands still. It is loud and quiet at the same time. On the rare times you come out unscathed the rush is unlike anything else. But most of the time you don't make it out, and instead are thrown into the washing machine. Eventually you pop up...sometimes gasping for breath, sometimes in pain from smacking the bottom, but very much alive.
So in that shared raw moment my eyes were drawn to the dark center - like an eye into a collection of intertwined souls. Constantly moving but maintaining shape until it collapses, only to be replaced by the next wave which will be different. Never the same. Always in motion. Fluid (not static).
And after sharing that moment, when I looked again, I was now drawn to the mist drifting over the wave. The offshore winds push the feathering wave lip backwards, resulting in a brief rainstorm on the backside of the wave. Another great moment in nature is paddling out over a wave just as it peaks, dropping down the backside, have a brief silent pause, then gently drenched by the beautiful mist. The silver rain...nature's tears of joy...
I thank God for every wave I've ridden, every soul I've encountered, and every beautiful drop of mist and every tender tear that has touched me (including my own). The healing continues, because the love endures. Always.
these are days
These are days you’ll remember
Never before and never since, I promise
Will the whole world be warm as this
And as you feel it,
You’ll know it’s true
That you – you are blessed and lucky
It’s true – that you
Are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you
These are days you’ll remember
When May is rushing over you
With desire to be part of the miracles
You see in every hour
You’ll know it’s true
That you are blessed and lucky
It’s true that you are touched
By something that will grow and bloom in you
These are days –
These are the days you might fill
With laughter until you break
These days you might feel
A shaft of light
Make its way across your face
And when you do
You’ll know how it was meant to be
See the signs and know their meaning
You’ll know how it was meant to be
Hear the signs and know they’re speaking
To you, to you
February 24, 2006
on being static-free
Funny, because all this time I've been working under the impression that "nostatic" referred to a lack of static...ie no interference...no noise. You know, "FM, no static at all..." In other words, nostatic as a noun. But as usual, things in my life have multiple meanings and applications, including my own moniker. In this case, I am bumping up against the adjective form of the word. From the Apple dictionary:
static |ˈstatik| adjective:
1. lacking in movement, action, or change, esp. in a way viewed as undesirable or uninteresting : demand has grown in what was a fairly static market | the whole ballet appeared too static. • Computing (of a process or variable) not able to be changed during a set period, for example, while a program is running.
2. Physics concerned with bodies at rest or forces in equilibrium. Often contrasted with dynamic . • (of an electric charge) having gathered on or in an object that cannot conduct a current. • acting as weight but not moving. • of statics.
3 Computing (of a memory or store) not needing to be periodically refreshed by an applied voltage.
noun: crackling or hissing noises on a telephone, radio, or other telecommunications system. • short for static electricity . • informal angry or critical talk or behavior : the reception was going sour, breaking up into static
I suppose that it is instructive to ponder the implications of static v. nostatic (or nonstatic or dynamic) and whether I am "living" my moniker. Not that I have to, but interesting to take stock, especially when outside forces give a gentle (!) nudge in that direction. However I undertake it with some trepidation, because I also am becoming increasingly leery of over-analysis (at least logical analysis as opposed to emotional). But...
If I truly am nostatic, then I should not be lacking in movement or change. My professional life certainly applies here...definitely not static. My personal life? Hmm...good question. In that case I think there needs to be a balance between change, evolution, and stability. Change usually obviates comfort to some degree, so constant churn, at least for me, can be too much. But how do you balance all of these forces? Especially when the juggling act involves two (or more) people? I'm sure someone's written a book on it (Dr. Phil?), but I'm also sure that it doesn't capture the nuance or depth of the individual situation.
What never ceases to amaze me is how quickly things can turn. One minute smooth, the next minute rough. One minute painful, the next minute pleasant. It would seem true that no feeling is final, but it also seems that all feelings are tiring. Not to say that I'm going to stop feeling, but I need the controls back. If the plane flies into the wall, I need to have the radio, not hand it to someone else right before impact.
February 23, 2006
stagefright
Just can't help myself...on a roll. More of The Band (one of the most under-rated groups ever):
Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid
Who suffered so much for what he did,
They gave this ploughboy his fortune and fame,
Since that day he ain't been the same.
See the man with the stage fright
Just standin' up there to give it all his might.
And he got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again.
I've got fire water right on my breath
And the doctor warned me I might catch a death.
Said, "You can make it in your disguise,
Just never show the fear that's in your eyes."
See the man with the stage fright,
Just standin' up there to give it all his might.
He got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again.
Now if he says that he's afraid,
Take him at his word.
And for the price that the poor boy has paid,
He gets to sing just like a bird, oh, ooh ooh ooh.
Your brow is sweatin' and your mouth gets dry,
Fancy people go driftin' by.
The moment of truth is right at hand,
Just one more nightmare you can stand.
See the man with the stage fright
Just standin' up there to give it all his might.
And he got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again, hmm hmm,
You wanna try it once again, hmm hmm,
Please don't make him stop, hmm hmm,
Let him take it from the top, hmm hmm,
Let him start all over again.
ok...another on
The Band rocks. You can go find the whole song, but I offer just a snippet (penned by Bob Dylan):
Out of nine lives, I spent seven
Now, how in the world do you get to Heaven
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in
let it ride
more lyrics...that's what happens when iTunes is on shuffle (which is almost always). From north of the border...ladies and gentlemen....put your hands together....for Bachman...Turner....OVERDRIVE
Good Bye, Hard Life
Don't Cry, would you let it ride?
You can't see the mornin', but I can see the light
Ride ride ride let it ride
While you've been out runnin' I've been waitin' half the night
Ride ride ride let it ride
And would you cry if I told you that I lied and would you say goodbye Or
would you let it ride? And would you cry if I told you that I lied and
would you say goodbye Or would you let it ride?
Babe my life is not complete I never see you smile
Ride ride ride let it ride
Baby you want the forgivin' kind and that's just not my style
Ride ride ride let it ride
And would you cry if I told you that I lied and would you say goodbye Or
would you let it ride? And would you cry if I told you that I lied and
would you say goodbye Or would you let it ride?
I've been doin' things worthwhile, you've been bookin' time
Ride ride ride let it ride
spinning
I don't think I've ever transcribed these lyrics before...it's about time.
I'm on the top of the world, and on the bottom of this valley
I'm looking down, I'm on the bottom
I'm on the heel of the shoe. and I'm rising to the head dress
I'm looking down, I'm bubbling over
and my patience wearing thin, and I'm only just beginning
were it not for you, love, I'd be spinning
over and over
I'm on the out looking in, and on the inside screaming louder
I'm upside down, I'm turning over
and my patience wearing thin, and i'm only just beginning
were it not for you love, I'd be spinning
over and over
I'm crying every night
I'm crying for no reason
I'm keeping it to myself
And it's prison, it's prison
Every night, it's not as thought it's ending
every night, it's not as though I've quit
every night, it's only that i'm so far from home
and getting sick of it
I'm on the top of the world, on the bottom of this valley
I'm looking down, I'm on the bottom
I'm on the heel of the shoe, and I'm rising to the head dress
I'm looking down, I'm bubbling over
And my patience wearing thin, but I'm only just beginning
Were it not for you, love, I'd be spinning,
over and over
nice job V...
it's called vibrate
Apologies to the ring tone business, but please, for the love of gawd and country, could you PLEASE put your phone on vibrate when you're in a public place? Especially in a lecture, meeting, etc. I frankly don't care that your phone plays the 1812 Overture (with cannon) or the latest Brittney tune. Ok, well maybe the cannons would be cool, but otherwise nobody wants to hear it!
On a related rant, if you phone does ring (you feel the vibration) and you're in, say Peet's Coffee, please answer it and quickly TAKE IT OUTSIDE! I don't want to listen to your conversation, and neither does anybody else. Everyone has a cell phone these days...you don't look cool or important talking on your phone in Peets. You just are annoying people around you.
Whew...I feel better now.
i have some very funny (albeit sick) friends
Perhaps you heard about the Ferrari Enzo that crashed on PCH the other day. Perhaps you didn't see the eBay auction being held by a Pelican friend of mine who went by the crash site:
But with any truly creative auction, the best part is the q&a
February 22, 2006
i just can't help myself
More uncompressed (although this is a shrunk jpg...you should see the originals)
odd links
February 21, 2006
new toys from canon
Just when you think it's safe to buy a new camera...
We'll have to see what nikon has up its sleeve...
February 20, 2006
writing fuel
Been fiddling with uncompressed images on a dSLR. What fun...of course, the usual subjects...
foam elixer
home is somewhere
They say home is where the heart is. But what if you don't know where *that* is? I suppose it means the search continues...
February 19, 2006
why i do it
The babysitter is late, but at least she showed up. It's cold and raining, and what I'll make tonight will pretty much be eaten up paying the sitter. But so it goes...another night, another solo drive, another gig with no familiar faces, another thousand notes sent into the night, never to be heard again.
So why do I do it? I've often wondered. As I've driven through the rain. As I've hauled my gear into yet another club. As I've driven home at 2am knowing I have to be awake by 7am to get the boy to school. And still I take another gig. Clearly it isn't for the money...it just ain't there. It isn't for the joy of setting up or tearing down...been there, done that far too many times...the novelty (if there was one) has long since worn off.
No, I do it because I have to. If I didn't, I'd die inside. For those who strive to live in the moment, there truly are few moments like playing live music. I'm back with Kaz Takeda, who I played with for about 2.5 years before joining Simpleflower. And we all know how that turned out. But a month or two ago I hooked back up with Kaz because the mourning for SF was over. The mourning for a lot of things was over. Or maybe not, but still the music had to go on. I had to go on. I had to play another night.
And so it goes. I'm home now after playing three sets. The audience was relatively enthusiastic (at least they weren't rude). And we had a few magic moments throughout the night. That's about all you can ask for. Just a few of those slices of time where everything comes together and stands still. Where you can feel every heartbeat but aren't thinking about it. Where the notes cascade from you fingers and heart. And most people scarcely notice. But it doesn't matter. If they don't hear it, it doesn't matter. I have to play it. It's what I do. It's who I am. I'd die without it...
February 18, 2006
she's pretty (again)
As my friend Jack says, "I'm a sucker for track photography." Here's the silver one at the last POC STS event (courtesty of Backdraft Photography). Hopefully in a couple of months the suspension mods will cure the body roll you see in the photo and a couple of seconds will be trimmed off the lap times. Let's hope so, because IP class is significantly quicker than II. Much work to do...especially on the driver.
February 17, 2006
an organ-ized diet?
I wonder if this stuff is "hard" to eat?
- the male organs of ox and snake - dog's penis, garnished with a plum
The menu at Beijing's latest venue for its growing army of gourmets is eye-watering rather than mouth-watering.
A dish combining the male organs of an ox and a snake
China's cuisine is renowned for being "in your face" - from the skinned dogs displayed at food markets to the kebabbed scorpions sold on street stalls - and there is no polite way of describing Guo-li-zhuang.
Situated in an elegantly restored house beside Beijing's West Lake, it is China's first speciality penis restaurant.
Here, businessmen and government officials can sample the organs of yaks, donkeys, oxen and even seals. In fact, they have to, since they form part of every dish - except for those containing testicles.
"This is my third visit," said one customer, Liu Qiang. "Of course, there are other restaurants that serve the bian of individual animals. But this is the first that brings them all together."
more @ China Daily
February 16, 2006
cough cough
So I get the call at about 10:30am. The nurse at the boy's school. He's coughing. He's sick. Please come pick him up. So I cancel my meetings and do so. Of course not a single cough the rest of the day or evening. Hmm...
February 15, 2006
it's a disaster
Spent the morning at the LAPD training facility for a multi-agency simulated response to a terrorist bombing at LAX. I shot some still photos and short video clips with my Canon digital elph. Then put together a pair of short videos. Rough cuts and far from perfect, but the target delivery is to handheld devices (this is for a course I'm teaching on portable video).
The first piece is copyright challenged (sorry lads) and was about 20 minutes work. The second one is an "augmented" sountrack consisting of Apple loops with my overdubbed guitar. I've got another longer soundtrack that I haven't added visuals to yet. This was done backwards from traditional production: I cut the audio track first, then cut the video and stills to fit the music.
one-adam-twelve, a two-eleven in progress...
I loved this show when I was a kid. I even wrote a script and sent it to the network. As I recall it was about a guy who was going to jump from a building because he was distraught. Hmm...how does a 9 year old know about such things?
Snapped this at the LAPD training center on Manchester this AM. I was there for a multi-agency training scenario for a terrorist bombing at LAX. But that's for another post. For now, 1-Adam-12, handle code 3.
February 14, 2006
slime bot
February 13, 2006
950 miles later...
Well, quite the trip. I rolled out of the westside at 6pm Friday night. Made it into Las Vegas around midnight. Thank you LA traffic. My ex said it must be all the people driving to Vegas for early Valentine's Day weddings. Everyone's a comedian when you're doing 10mph on the freeway for 150 or so miles...
Almost zero sleep that night. No anxiety, just active mind. I think I got around an hour of sleep, then hit the track. My motel was about 5 miles south of Las Vegas Motor Speedway, so it was a quick jaunt. I rolled into the pits about 6:45am
This event was to be my second time trial as a student. My first was Laguna Seca back in August of last year. I wasn't able to do any other POC time trials last year, and I'm itchin' to move up to wheel-to-wheel racing, but that requires a TT license first, then 6 TTs, then 2 race clinics. So I've got some work to do. But for this weekend, I had to get through it to my instructor's satisfaction so he would sign off on my license.
I was assigned "Behr", who is a great guy and experienced driver (he also pits with Marty who is chief driving instructor who has ultimate signoff on my license, so I knew if I screwed up Marty would hear about it). There were four run groups: red, orange, white and yellow. Red is the fastest group (where Behr ran), then orange. White is for people who have not done the race clinics yet, and yellow is students. There were only a handful of students so for the first session the track was wide open. It is always a challenge at a new track as you don't have any idea of speeds, gears, etc. Behr gave me some hints along the way and it started to get imprinted in my mind. He suggested higher gears in some sections than I would normally use, and while I generally drive high revs all the time, I stuck with his ideas.
After a couple of sessions I was carrying more speed, and I could see that the higher gears actually were working well. I slowly dropped form a 2:09 lap time down close to 2:00. After the 3rd session Behr told Marty that there wasn't much for him to do...that I had a good handle on the track, was in control, and just needed more laps. Plus he was getting pretty beat having to instruct and do his red group runs, as they combined white and yellow so he was going back-to-back. Marty said it was cool for me to do the rest of the day by myself, then Behr would go with me the next morning to see how I was progressing. So the rest of the day was lapping, lapping, lapping. Broke down below 2:00 so I was happy.
Now most of the "serious" contenders have quite the setup at these events. At a minimum it is a truck and trailer, but some have RVs pulling the trailers, and a few have semis. My accomodations are a bit more...uh...spartan (that's my pile of stuff in front of my car - 139):
But the cool thing is there isn't a lot of attitude, and plenty of guys will help you out, etc. So Sunday came early but part of it was my fault as I didn't check the schedule and assumed that there was a 7am driver's meeting. But there wasn't. Doh! Anyway the schedule for Sunday was going to be great. The white and yellow groups were combined again, and we were alternating with the red and orange...so it went orange-white-red-white-orange-white-etc. TONS of track time. I went out with Behr for the first two sessions, then he said, "OK, you're on your own. Just don't do anything stupid." So I didn't. Well, I actually made a mistake on the second session with Behr in the car. I spun going into the "legends' bowl". Nothing major...both feet in, no stall, was off the racing line, picked up the corner worker and got back into it. He asked me, "do you know what happened?" to which I replied, "yeah, I turned in too early." Behr said, "ok, you're good to go on your own...as long as you know what you did wrong it should be fine."
So after lunch it was the "real" time trial. At Laguna Seca they gave the choice of taking the best time from a 25 minute run session or running a "classic" time trial. At Laguna I chose the former as it was the "safer" bet (although the track got black flagged halfway through that session but I digress). No such choice this time...all the laps on Saturday and Sunday morning meant nothing. The 1:58.4 that I turned in the 3rd session was wiped off the board. We were placed on the grid according to earlier times, and sent off in 5 second intervals in groups of 9 cars. You get a warmup lap, then 2 hot laps, then you're done. That's it. You screw up, you're stuck. Doesn't matter how fast your were the rest of the weekend. It comes down to performing on those two laps.
So I was sent out 6th out of the 9 cars in our session. I just wanted to make sure I didn't get caught by the car behind me. And luckily I didn't. My heart was pounding, but I remembered to breathe, and got down to business. I wasn't pushing too hard as I wanted to make sure I got one clean lap in. I tried to be smooth and calm. Did my first lap and it felt fine, so I pushed just a bit more on the second. Then it was over. Checkered flag and it was into the pits and wait. Final result? a 1:59.6. Perfectly acceptable. I was the only IP car running so I won my class. But the time was perfectly respectible wrt other "close" classes.
So packed the car, and headed back to LA. Traffic wasn't too bad, and managed to catch a beatiful sunset. Until we meet again (the track and I that is). Tchuß.
February 12, 2006
lady luck smiles
Look for a complete report on the weekend activities, but for now, just the facts:
950 miles, 10 run sessions, 2 hot laps, 1 class win, 0 speeding tickets. Vegas, baby.
February 11, 2006
ok, sometimes war toys are cool
Nellis AFB outside of Las Vegas. Two of three on the deck.
February 10, 2006
leavin' (but not on a jet plane)
Well, I'm almost off to Vegas. No, not to gamble...at least not in the casino. No, it will be at speed on the Las Vegas Motor Speedway. I'm sure I'll have plenty to report from the road trip and time trials. But for now...into the wild blue yonder...
February 09, 2006
carded?
OK...I like to think that I look pretty good for my age. I workout and am blessed with good genes (thanks dad!). But I also am a realist, see the gray hair (plenty) and the hairline that is slowly retreating. But during '06 I have been carded not once, but *twice* while trying to buy alcohol. Once at the Salt Lake City airport, and the other time at Trader Joes.
Thanks for the compliments people...I take 'em where I can get 'em.
February 08, 2006
pop secret?
Fascinating site. I haven't posted anything there, but this one would work...
February 07, 2006
aye aye, no, IP
For those of you following along at home, this will be my third season racing with the POC. I have an STS license (the entry-level race series), and will (hopefully) get signed off on my TT license this weekend. Cars are classified by year and other details using a two letter system. The first letter usually refers to a group of years of make (centered around engine size/hp). I'm "I", which fits with my '79 911SC (US-spec). The second letter refers to the amount of modifications: S is stock (very few mods), I is improved (a few more mods), P is prepared (still more mods).
There is a fairly large jump in cost and lap times between I and P. I've been running II class, as I have minimal modifications to my car. I've been sucessful in II, last season finishing 3rd in the first race, 2nd in the ssecond race, then first for races 3-8. I also set a couple of class records for the track :-)
But as luck would have it I had some pretty bad oil leaks and needed a new clutch...so in the pursuit of "while you're in there", I made a couple of modifications to my car that bump me to IP. I could probably "fake it" as they are not readily apparent, but I want to be on the up-and-up. And have the satisfaction (in the event I win) that I'm totally legal. So there you go...I'm a bit further down the slippery slope. The downside is that now a couple more modifications are legal, so I can spend even more money on my car. Oh joy. Oh rapture.
who's on first?
So you have this dream...and you remember it. In fact, you wake up with a visceral reaction to it. Then you try to analyze it. Unlike some dreams, you *know* who the players are...but are things always as they seem? Maybe the place is telling you *who* the dream is really about. Or maybe the place is telling you about the time telling you about *who* the dream is really about. I don't know.
No wait, I don't know's on third...
February 06, 2006
ad-free
Well, I don't know about you, but I felt a little ill each time I saw the google ads on my site. So I canned them. Experiment over. We're ad-free. Enjoy. And just say "no" to the new borg...
too much work
Well, all thoughts of being underemployed are long gone. These days I'm 50% at ACC, 50% at ICT, am teaching a class at IMD, am already involved with Hewlett and ISKE that will be another 40%, and met today about a possible interim position doing yet other stuff.
No wonder I'm tired. I'm running at what, 170% or something? Reaganomics in action!
February 05, 2006
she's pretty
While surfing around I found this shot of my car from the last race of the 2005 season. She's under the knife right now getting a new clutch, fixing oil leaks, and getting some safety additions (fire supression system, electric cut off switch, tow straps). I miss her and feel funny with her not in my garage even though she's in good hands
destination?
Funny how sometimes you're looking for a certain photo to make a point, then another one jumps up. I was going to briefly wax philosophic about something that comes up in kung fu class regularly - disconnecting the wires. We do an exercise where you do a technique on the count, but the count staggers...is irrergular. We get used to doing things in regular patterns, so the idea is to listen, be present in the moment, and not follow the old patterns. But this photo bridges that concept (wires...connections) with another. When you're getting on a flight, you know where you're going. Your destination is on your boarding pass. Well I don't know about you, but I can't for the life of me read what is on my boarding pass right now. And I'm trying mightily to be ok with that. So I just keep on moving and see where it leads. But I don't have a set destination, and my arrival time isn't on the monitor. More will be revealed...please put your trays in their upright and locked position.
where do i plug this in?
I expend a lot of psychological/psychic energy, especially these days. Untold mindons (kinda like a photon, only neural energy...no really...trust me, I'm a scientist) spent trying to "figure things out", or as Watts tells me, "think about it." But the challenge is that this isn't thinking as I know it...not a problem to be logically solved. A different kind of "thinking." And it is hard. And it makes everything else in my life hard. Mundane tasks sometimes require herculean effort due to the power drain. But hey, I'm used to slogging through. Just not with this level of frustration.
In the past when things got to hard, I just walked away and did something different. Not this time though...I can't do that. But I keep tripping up, and slipping...the walking is difficult when you don't have a path to follow. But that's how you make the path, and faltering is to be expected. And that's ok too. One foot in front of the other, and see where it leads...
February 04, 2006
lovely foam
I love Peets...
February 03, 2006
not even close
This one has nothing to do with burritos...
and you thought i was done
Nope...more pics to come. This was while waiting in line to order a burrito. I'll let you guess where...
February 02, 2006
here's your mixer
Apple might actually get the tablet computer right...a whole slew of new patents was found on the USPTO site today. Very cool stuff, and if they build it, it likely will work (somebody has to). Very nice writeup at hrmpf.com. I'm stoked about the mixer...and if only you could do your video and audio editing by gesture. Hmm....maybe it will come sooner rather than later.
so imagine your tablet has this displayed...and you can move the faders and whatnot with finger gestures...then swap to a waveform to move it...then...well...you get the idea...
February 01, 2006
one or two?
I kinda like my apartment. Hardwood floors, convenient location, some elements of charm. Not perfect, but what place is? But I kinda have to move, as I've got a 1br apartment and my son stays with me 3 nights a week. For the past year he's been sleeping on the futon/couch in the living room. He is a trooper, but I know it isn't idea, his clothes in a halway cupboard, limited toys, etc. And as he gets older (9 now) it'll get worse. So I pondered getting some shoji screens to make a more "private" area for him and get him a storage unit/bed. But also pondered jumping to a 2br place. I got talked into searching online for one, and lo and behold, the front unit (of 6) in my building is coming available. So I see it Saturday. 2br. No truck required to move. Could be sweet...