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purple passion plant had grown roots this week, but they buoyed themselves out of, and the leaflets into, the water. had to plant them right away, but the roots were so craned that they couldn't be in the soil with the leaves above. had to remove one leaf and the bend to put it back into the water to regrow roots. trying to save the split-off leaf, too.
new car .
the epitome of style,
justified by our place
in society's higher.
We are young, you and I,
and spend many breathings
of our hearts without
seeing one -others' movings,
though know we are
but voices away,
in feelings of warmth
long past any normal home's
bedtime.
We are young, you and I,
here to be as fore-thought
memories: the times
in change's grasp
as seasons looked
from distant past..
and I hold these times,
as real as you,
and know they are
but many in few
fleeted glimpses of
what makes us Us
and who we are
as who we were
before.
Sorry for the disjointed style; it doesn't flow for me, either. The message is out, though, and I can rework it later.
candi has this thing where she eats rye bread, and i love it, but it's hard to fit the slices into the takealongs rubbermaid containers for sandwiches. the containers are square, whereas the rye bread (cobblestone) is rectangular. very odd. i guess corners can be lifted and it will be okay.
candi just called from work and i loves that girl.
Special people helping special people.
Hold yourself
in higher regard
than you can carry;
By doing this,
you allow yourself
to feel weightless
when you raise
half-way and
know you've
more to give.
I lower myself
to these words,
hunched and
cramped, I
give a relaxing
voyage from
thought to peck
but I never
leave them here, nah;
What's with that
sweet-bob of
body from
the music
left sit
on air,
to be
swum in
and dived toward;
What's the vocal/
verbal/viral
melody
swamping
my arms and
thoughts to the
sway of
the lightest dark
and
widest day?
Ah,
I love the cactus;
Who can love
that which
has too little
to survive
if not
for
it
be-
ing
who
it is/
you.
there is some bottom to these depths;
i wonder if they follow my words,
or i follow theirs?
what follows
if not following
itself;
what draws
but inks,
leaving tints
about what may,
what june;
i follow these and hope
they wallow in themselves
so i may, afraid, away,
walk in thought around
and leave no impression
of the sole,
merely follow
and forgottten.
i wind my time in wanderings of the self,
though selfish that may be, i
find myself through these times,
and hope to be in them one day,
instead of looking out;
as though a mountain in movement
of the rushing rock,
held but caught in constance.
there is a gnat,
which follows me.
he investigates
the lip of
toiletbowl
while i
release, and
he looks
inside, afraid
of stream
and floats
upward with
great haste
to avoid me;
i cannot help
but feel he
follows
in hopes
i'll soon be
deceased,
so he may
nit-pick
at which
side to begin devouring.
but
he follows me,
this friend,
and we enjoy
the blank scenery/
the mountainesque
landscape
of an apartment dwelling,
full-bright
with white walls and
wooden desk,
with brightest screen
in warm glow/
and i feel
he enjoys
this,
though wants
to be led out.
i can never sleep when i need to,
and need to when i can never sleep.
it's hard to sleep
when i know there's much to do
and all's ahead, while i'd rather not
wait, i'd rather go
and find my way in time;
it's much less a worry
of missing, as a knowledge of
more;
i'd rather go than stay here, but
i feel i'd be better with knowing
all i've yet to learn.
i was deleting these movies
i'd never watch/the titles
making more of a stand
than their files' contents;
and,
upon deleting
the one entitled, "california,"
i noticed/
notched a sense of emotion
for the inevitable withdrawal
from all thoughts of moving there,
and this image,
of the girl
perhaps sneezing/laughing/i see her crying
and the man,
as i press, "yes," and
let all pass;
then, the second,
or the first of files,
shows him lonely,
and i feel he is me.
but,
he could be travelling,
lending his time toward
some other endeavour,
one which may lean him to
aisle,
ready to remove himself
from this vessel,
instead of perched
upon the window's cold
steel,
waiting
to find where you may look back
and believe that was the best place to be.
Labels: bus, california, deleting, movie, niche, notch, notice, train
you looked at me today,
as if to say,
"everything is okay."
and, then, i knew all
would always be.
Labels: okay
you
nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;looked
nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;at me
nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;today,
nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;as
nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;if to say,
"everything is okay,"
nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;and,
nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;from then,
nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;i knew
nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;all would be
nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;-- okay.
autumn breeze lifts these,
butterflown leaves in fall
ing of the swaying world
Labels: butter-flown, fall
http://bertc.com/subfour/ss/singleSheet.htm
Received this link through Reddit. Peter Callesen's (http://www.petercallesen.com/) work is quite thought-provoking. From the 3D-from-2D modeling to the spooky shadows of some pieces, these artworks are a look at pure beauty. It's amazing to think that, perhaps, each image put on paper was taken from the cutout around it, creating a sort of realistic play of shadow and object. All are amazing, especially the house and the snowballs, the skeleton and the man, and the tomb and the Halloween-ish skeleton dance.
i don't know what i did. perhaps, through my infinite tweaking-dumb, i've stumbled upon a rare case of, "make vista always search windows update for drivers, and no where else." every single time i plug something into my computer, the drivers are never found at windows update. i blame a constant ability to buy niche gadgets and clearance items.
how to make vista find drivers (working!!!!ilovedemonoid):
1. allow windows to find the drivers itself, or try to. when failed, select, "Browse my computer for driver software," and continue.
2. in the, "Search for driver software in this location:," box, put, "%systemroot%\system32\" (without quotes). Also, check, "Include subfolders." Hit, "Next," and all shall be right with the world. Driver installation takes a while, but, when/if found, the drivers work almost better than those found in manufacturer setups, simply because the fluff is removed.
Do be knowledgeable about what you're doing, though, as I, nor any partner of Microsoft, may be held accountable for your actions. I always wanted to say that.
Be well and prosper.
JOHN KENNEDY WAS A MAN
In the spirit of its mission statement, “The French Will Never Forget” (www.thefrenchwillneverforget.com), organized an extraordinary gathering of approximately 2500 people in Omaha Beach, Normandy for July 4 th 2007. The crowd formed on the sand the letters of the phrase: “FRANCE WILL NEVER FORGET”, aimed at honoring the fallen American heroes who scarified their lives to liberate France at the end of WW II.
The United States Ambassador to France, H.E Craig R. Stapleton and his spouse attended the event along with several American and French personalities. They all joined the crowd on the beach and actually helped form with many other people the letter F of FRANCE.
“Our goal is, once again, to demonstrate the deep respect and gratitude of the people of France, for their recovered freedom thanks to America’s extreme sacrifices during the Second World War and which no one can, or will ever forget.” declared the co-founders of the organization.
The site of Omaha Beach was chosen not only for its history, but also because of its symbolism. The beach is located nearby the main American cemetery where thousands of American soldiers who died in this war have been laid to rest.
Prior to the event, there was a ceremony at the cemetery of Omaha Beach with the US Ambassador to lay a flower reef and honor the memories of the heroes fallen there. Numerous representatives of local and national organizations, as well as French and American veterans were in attendance. Arnold FRANCO, famous US veteran who participated to the liberation of the Eiffel tower flew from the United States with his three grandchildren to attend the whole event.
The whole event was filmed and photographed from two helicopters and just released to major television and newspaper media in the United States, France, and other countries (in 2003, over 125 US and French TV channels reported on this organization honoring with a rose each of the 60 522 graves of all US soldiers fallen in France) .
The event was made possible thanks to the generosity of hundreds of companies, associations, and individuals, such as ALTOUR, AMBER CAPITAL, CALYON, DASSAULT FALCON, NATIXIS CAPITAL MARKETS, SOCIETE GENERALE, and VEOLIA to name only a few.
About The French Will Never Forget (TFWNF) (www.thefrenchwillneverforget.com):
This non profit organization was founded in 2003 by 4 individuals, Paul Bensabat, Jean-Pierre Heim, Patrick du Tertre and Christian Millet (Presidents and co-founders of this association). The committee in France is composed of Olivier Brane, Emmanuel de la Taille, Anne Colombe de la Taille and Jacques Noel Bilet.
This program is one of the very few grassroots organizations with the objective of reinforcing at all times the friendship between the French and the American Peoples and constantly demonstrate the eternal gratitude that the French people has for its American ally for the sacrifices she did during World war II to liberate France.
At the first event organized in July, 2003 by TFWNF, French children, townspeople, and soldiers all showed their respect to America by laying a single red rose on the graves of every one of the 60,511 American soldiers who died during World War I and II and were buried in France. Its second event was also a tremendous success. In 2004, with the help of others as well, the organization enabled 100 United States war veterans to travel to France to be awarded the Legion of Honor by the President of France. In 2005 the organization single handedly financed a commemorative trip with first class accommodations for 10 WWII US Veterans, last members of the platoon who liberated the Eiffel Tower. Two of them were awarded the Legion of Honor by the French Defense Minister. In 2006 The French will never Forget continued its efforts by participating in person and financially to several ceremonies awarding the Legion of Honor to several US veterans, this time on American soil.
Press release:The French Will Never Forget - 101 Park Avenue. Hoboken, NJ 07030
Embassy of France in the United States - July 6, 2007
okay, so here's the deal: my western digital my book essential 250gb decided to start acting funny. slow boot times (windows vista), slow seek times, etc. i decided, against the hard drive's decision, to switch from fat32 (default) to ntfs with compression. voila! hard drive is faster, etc. against my better judgment, i also uninstalled the device drivers for the WD, since it started acting a fool and didn't recognize the NTFS partition. easy to fix: just go to device manager, select the, "Unknown Devices," and, "Update Driver Software..." select, "Browse my computer for driver software," point to "%systemroot%\system32\" and check, "Include subfolders." yeah, it'll find a generic, "Disk drive," driver, which works flawlessly. if you have multiple partitions, you may have to do the same for each, "Unknown Device," under the device manager. plain and simple. no real reboot required, no shifting of shit, etc.
what i've learned:
1) ntfs with vista is faster (and silent) in comparison with fat32
2) %systemroot%\system32\ is the best place for drivers. and vista sucks at finding drivers. it has an unnecessary knack for only looking through windows update. horrid concoction.
In the case that you're an idiot (much like myself) and change the association of the .LNK file extension (lnkfile):
1) This is for those who cannot double-click to open a .LNK shortcut file, nor can they use the context right-click menu to create a new Shortcut.
2) It's easy to fix when you realize CLSIDs are the most important part.
3) You can download this from http://vpoet.net/lnk.reg
4) You can just place this in Notepad, beginning with the Windows Registry... and save as a .REG, then import/double-click (make sure to add a blank line at the end via Enter):
Windows Registry Editor Version 5.00
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\.lnk]
@="lnkfile"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\.lnk\ShellEx]
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\.lnk\ShellEx\{000214EE-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}]
@="{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\.lnk\ShellEx\{000214F9-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}]
@="{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\.lnk\ShellEx\{00021500-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}]
@="{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\.lnk\ShellEx\{BB2E617C-0920-11d1-9A0B-00C04FC2D6C1}]
@="{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\.lnk\ShellNew]
"Handler"="{ceefea1b-3e29-4ef1-b34c-fec79c4f70af}"
"IconPath"=hex(2):25,00,53,00,79,00,73,00,74,00,65,00,6d,00,52,00,6f,00,6f,00,\
74,00,25,00,5c,00,73,00,79,00,73,00,74,00,65,00,6d,00,33,00,32,00,5c,00,73,\
00,68,00,65,00,6c,00,6c,00,33,00,32,00,2e,00,64,00,6c,00,6c,00,2c,00,2d,00,\
31,00,36,00,37,00,36,00,39,00,00,00
"ItemName"="@shell32.dll,-30397"
"MenuText"="@shell32.dll,-30318"
"NullFile"=""
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\.lnk\ShellNew\Config]
"DontRename"=""
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\CLSID\{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}]
@="Shortcut"
"DisableProcessIsolation"=dword:00000001
"AppId"="{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}"
"LocalizedString"=hex(2):40,00,25,00,53,00,79,00,73,00,74,00,65,00,6d,00,52,00,\
6f,00,6f,00,74,00,25,00,5c,00,73,00,79,00,73,00,74,00,65,00,6d,00,33,00,32,\
00,5c,00,73,00,68,00,65,00,6c,00,6c,00,33,00,32,00,2e,00,64,00,6c,00,6c,00,\
2c,00,2d,00,35,00,30,00,31,00,39,00,37,00,00,00
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\CLSID\{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}\Elevation]
"Enabled"=dword:00000001
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\CLSID\{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}\InProcServer32]
@="shell32.dll"
"ThreadingModel"="Apartment"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\CLSID\{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}\PersistentAddinsRegistered]
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\CLSID\{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}\PersistentAddinsRegistered\{89BCB740-6119-101A-BCB7-00DD010655AF}]
@="{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\CLSID\{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}\PersistentHandler]
@="{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\CLSID\{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}\ProgID]
@="lnkfile"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\CLSID\{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}\shellex]
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\CLSID\{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}\shellex\MayChangeDefaultMenu]
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\lnkfile]
@="Shortcut"
"EditFlags"=dword:00000001
"FriendlyTypeName"="@shell32.dll,-4153"
"IsShortcut"=""
"NeverShowExt"=""
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\lnkfile\CLSID]
@="{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\lnkfile\shellex]
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\lnkfile\shellex\ContextMenuHandlers]
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\lnkfile\shellex\ContextMenuHandlers\OpenContainingFolderMenu]
@="{37ea3a21-7493-4208-a011-7f9ea79ce9f5}"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\lnkfile\shellex\ContextMenuHandlers\{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}]
@=""
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\lnkfile\shellex\DropHandler]
@="{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\lnkfile\shellex\IconHandler]
@="{00021401-0000-0000-C000-000000000046}"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\lnkfile\shellex\PropertySheetHandlers]
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\lnkfile\shellex\PropertySheetHandlers\ShimLayer Property Page]
@="{513D916F-2A8E-4F51-AEAB-0CBC76FB1AF8}"
[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\SystemFileAssociations\.lnk]
"FileOperationPrompt"="prop:System.ItemType;System.FileOwner;System.Author;System.Title;System.Subject;System.Comment;System.DateModified;System.Link.TargetParsingPath"
"FullDetails"="prop:System.PropGroup.Description;System.ItemType"
i can't tell you how often you absorb yourself into my, this memory. i wear a band of rubber about my wrist, hoping it would aleviate some sort of pain i feel when the veins rise and i'm let wondering what to do next; should i walk, should i pray?
you know, i never even began to feel this way. it's just a dream. it's just a dream. it's just a dream and i'm waking to it every day.
if you watch the skinny cat find its way back to your opened hand, you'll have patience enough to live with me. if you can stand and laugh at the squirrels, their tails let-waggling, watching me, as we converse in tongues left before we were born, you'll have patience enough to live with me.
does time really tell, or does it speak itself in whispers, much more slipping than communicating?
Name: Chris
Favorite Godzilla™: 1974
Favorite Triscuits: Thin Crisp
Favorite Song: "Crash Into Me," DMB &, "Rivers of Babylon," Sublime, &, "Redemption Song," Bob Marley & The Wailers
Favorite Tortilla: Tostitos Blue Corn
Favorite Past-time: Candi
Most Likely To Be: Typing, talking with Candi, working
Least Likely To Be: Snarling
Home: Is where da heart is.
you're in your sickly state and i'm lying there, beside you, legs betweex' legs, and i think of the worst for you, allowing those thoughts to walk themselves in and take seat amongst our joy, proudly proclaiming their obedience to none, and then i awake in this semi-slumber and see i'm looking in the shadow form for something good, when the entirety of this room is bright, and i lose myself in hovering thoughts of how beautiful these four walls are with window, you, and i.
http://www.grammarmudge.cityslide.com/articles/article/992333/8992.htm
my fingers are numbing; the air's on and sausages are cooking.
you better recognize me. you better recognize me. you never recognize me, you never recognize me.
i stood there, outside of your house,
soles of heels digging their own place,
and i stood firm in the beliefs
the walking's 'way and i knew we'd need
another step inside, another step inside
to hold the pressure from
to hold the pressure from;
and, and
i tried to hold you,
but you walked inside;
you tried to scold me,
and you did a damn good job.
i forgot the whole purpose of this exorcise was to find out what's next, not to dwell on what's been. i guess that's the right thing to say; i never really thought about what i was writing, just how good the fingers felt in rapid succession. maybe i should have put, "cessation," there instead, to try and sum up how joyous one's mind feels when the body becomes some sort of rogue entity, devowed of knowledge and let run wild with whatever comical and miscreant thoughts lay before, behind, beneath the fingertips and betwixt the raising of the hairs on scalp/neck/arm/knuckle. how ordinarily plain. i wish true spaces could be used,
instead of this ramp-up to a mock-up. i feel as hotly contested actions in a boardroom are making my decisions for me, and not myself, my SELF. i don't know my self, though, so it's not as though i were entirely missing something there.
i sat on the stool a bit, and pondered, how enticingly long my nails were, and how those sheers, or, "nail-clippers," seemed to be a welcomed benefit of this role we've called, "humanity." and then it dawned on me, or, more accurately, rose within my being's mind, and taunted me with images of some cave-like, encino-man-esque rocker of the hair, with long nails, and i thought, "how truly outrageous (gem!) and unlikely in wild settings." how, then, do we go about grooming ourselves? naturally, we probably cut or arrange ourselves in a way which is suitable for our fellows' and their kind, or our own needs and desires. how does a cat groom oneself, though? how do we pick at ourselves in such familiarity, but look upon the cat as some lowly creature, caught within itself; or the dog, who constantly scratches and licks, but is so completely, undecidedly without soul. and, i thought, that's only true in a culture, not inside.
we are but pets who govern themselves. how terribly allowing of grandiose thought if we were to be some pet for a higher creature, left on Planet Earth as the other pets were, and we are to fend for ourselves, with ourselves, and against all others, until we find out that we're rolled up in the stars and able to read our destiny if we but look at the helix-like nature of the systems, and accept the fact that we're two-centric: ourselves and our views.
Discovering how to use the new Sony DR-BT21G with Windows Vista ( Asus G1, CSRbetween bluecore 4 ) was a chore. I never knew that Vista did not support A2DP natively in some instances. There are two ways around this, though, and you're about to learn both of them. One is a hack, and the other is straight-forward:
1. WIDCOMM Bluetooth Stack from Dev-Hack's forums. ( does work with Vista 64bit )
2. Toshiba's Bluetooth Stack for Windows Vista by ASUSTek. ( unsure if Vista 64bit compatible )
1) While a hack, this is rather effective, but the worry is that the, "stereo," sound is reduced to mono quality. I don't know why.
a. Go to Dev-Hack.com's, "UnCrippling Bluetooth in Windows Vista," ( http://www.dev-hack.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1297 )which contains a link for the WIDCOMM Bluetooth Driver 5.1.0.1100 and WIDCOMM Bluetooth Driver Patcher 1.8.
b. Hax away, so you can use various Bluetooth devices with your Vista 32bit/64bit PC.
2) The Toshiba Bluetooth Stack is pretty simple to use, and requires no hacking. The Toshiba Bluetooth Stack for Windows Vista also allows the DR-BT21G to stream Stereo sound, CD Quality at 44100 Hz, 16 bit.
a. Download the appropriate Toshiba Bluetooth Stack from their European site ( http://aps.toshiba-tro.de/bluetooth/pages/download.php ).
b. If you see some annoying, "Look for the device driver automatically," dialogs, just select to not be asked again. It's pretty simple.
c. It may help to use your Fn+Wireless keys and disable, then re-enable Bluetooth on your G1 ( or to unplug and plug back in your dongle ) when installing the device during the Toshiba installation.
d. If you experience horrible Bluetooth service, try setting a, "Custom Level," of security within the Toshiba settings, and disabling Encryption for the A2DP/Headset services.
d. This is from the::unwired blog ( http://www.theunwired.net/?itemid=3804 ).
The only problem with either is that I've yet to find how to make the AVRCP controls work with Winamp. And, yes, I've enabled Global Hotkeys. I'm going to try Bluesoleil next, and I'll edit with the appropriate information.
Slightly (very) low audio.
to see those two,
the live's and dead's embalmer.
your life,
your choice,
your breadth,
your noise,
all as chirpings
of fresh-hatched birds.
wake up
and roll over
and get the fuck
out of my bed.
all we need are tentacles;
a way to breed, and control
'strokes in 'cession.
perhaps early primates
developed a lack of hair due to the
fire they harnessed; less fur, less
hair, less of a mane, and they would
survive in close proximity of
the open flame.
we're not talking, "millions," anymore, we're discussing, "billions." and, once you've done ranting, isn't that all you ever really wanted in this life?
your person is so beautiful,
and your art, your creation
so hated, so unyou.
i wish you knew these words
as though they were but thought,
as though they be in heart.
When holding all breath inward,
The head appears to be as
Rolling, backward, tilting
Over crest of hill,
Into darkness,
The waiting,
Still.
This time
he'll come,
he'll come up and he'll say,
"Hey there, smart guy, won't
you introduce me to your girl?"
This time
he'll come up,
come up and say,
"Hey there, you there, won't you
give me a chance to apologize?"
This time,
this time he'll come up,
"Say, you wouldn't know
the way to Saint Moreau's?"
a wind fell
and i, a stranger,
listened, to be but
awoken, waking, still,
as rustling now-friendly breeze
play' kind words upon these, thoughts.
I know you miss him;
I figure to you I'm nothing;
I hold a smile and give a tear,
feeling these fingers find their way
through tormentions, aforementioned;
I will be holding myself on knees,
forged steel, and I will know one day
you never gave me a chance to be
who I know I can;
a Dinasty of a here and now,
a Place I knew how to leave
until the music stopped
and I rewound, fell apart
and it all went cr
a
shing
down.
Logitech Music Anywhere, Windows Vista, and foobar2000
Logitech Music Anywhere barely works with Windows Vista. You must go into, "Playback Devices," from your, "Sound," Control Panel app. (or through the speaker tray icon), and select, "Speakers: Logitech Music Anywhere USB Transmitter," and click, "Set Default." This isn't that big of a deal, because the program at least works with Vista through this method, but it makes the tray icon provided by its own software, Logitech Music Anywhere, pretty much useless.
foobar2000 requires the foo_winamp_spam component (http://www.hydrogenaudio.org/forums/index.php?showtopic=42941) to emulate Winamp half-what properly, and this is also, I assume, required to make the Music Anywhere IR remote control foobar2000. The stop button pretty much stops and plays, and the play/pause is finicky, but, once again, this works.
Maybe I should just switch back to iTunes or WinAmp and make this work 100%. Maybe. Mayb-- nah. foobar2000 is lighter, quicker, and more nimble on its component side. Yeah.
About the Asus G1 Direct Messenger
christopher staines to m.mierzwa
5:06 am (41 minutes ago)
I'm not sure if you've found any method to show current settings
dynamically with Direct Messenger, but I did find something nifty:
If you browse to, "\Program Files\ASUS\ASUS Direct Console\ICON,"
you'll notice that each icon is 32x32, and named, "icon_###.bmp." I
then created (copied) my own icon into the folder and named it,
"icon_022.bmp," and this was then added to the, "My personal settings,"
icon list. Pretty nifty.
Some limitations to consider:
1. Each icon must be 32x32, though I'm pretty sure you can change the
width, but the height is based on what the OLED can display, so that's
maxed at 32. A maximum of 6 icons may be displayed at once on the OLED.
2. Each icon must be a bitmap. I tried GIFs and JPGs, but JPGs say,
"Bitmap image is invalid." and GIFs aren't even recognized.
3. Each icon must be greyscaled, or equivalent. Notice the blue on
black-- that's because the OLED has no greying at all. It's either
lit or it isn't. I'm pretty sure some nifty Photoshop/Paint/Gimp
techniques could be used to make the illusion of shading, but I wasn't
able to achieve this.
I hope this has helped you. I'm pretty sure there would also be a way
to hook into the Chkol.exe and make it dynamically display a message.
P.S.
To kill the Direct Messenger display (and all running Direct Console software, including Chkol.exe, D3DCheck.exe, and LCMP.exe),
you can run the KWin.exe application, located in, "\Program
Files\ASUS\ASUS Direct Console." I added a shortcut to this in my Startup folder, as I don't particularly like the ASUS logo being shown 24/7.
Share this information with whomever you want, but, please, if you
find a way to dynamically update the OLED, let me know. I love
tweaking stuff, but I haven't the willpower to sit down and reverse
the Chkol.exe software.
i keep becoming
caught
on words i know not,
phrases i've said
yet give no hint towards their meanings, truth.
i say such things as,
"i wish the world would stop
turning, so i may.."
and others, too, i say:
"i realize what words
are worth, though eyes
lead more to be known."
i catch myself
being caught on them,
as though what i've said
already is not enough,
and i am caught,
again,
in turn of phrase/of
lung'd wind, and i
hold out their clarity,
though they be but brief,
as thoughts,
clouded-climbing, climb
and fall, as though an
emperor being tossed
to pit through air
of all.
and what a memory i have, this
confused grin, all but wordings in
a solid stance, a state i knew
but follow not, as though my head,
in slump,
went through the turnings of the mind,
forced to be, eternally, in lack of 'wind.
i wish
i were normal,
though i know
i am anything but.
i wish
i were able to sustain a thought for longer
than the words take to escape.
i wish i were not afraid,
and held out my hand,
rather than keep it close,
and turned, palm-down,
as i may help others--
no, that i do not wish,
as they always need help,
and, by being this way,
i, and they, both benefit.
i wrestle with my fingers
to type a single sentence,
and i wonder how crazy i am.
i feel half-made, half-wandered,
likening myself to some cloud,
whose grey-belly'd drag of sky
leads, eventually, toward
drenchings of those fortunate few
beneath.
there was a chore i once completed,
i believe it was taking out the trash,
and that one was, to me, a make up of
all priors, incomplete; how selfish
the childish mind, when thinking
only of the actions, mine, and with no real resemblance
to a child, daughter, son, of one whose
wishes were as simple as
to push a mop or vacuum.
knowledge is but knowing,
holding on to what is you,
and giving back some piece,
autonomous as that may be.
[{()}]see the eye for what it's worth:
great craftsmanship,
and little else;
or, better, hold the body
in breeze, and know,
through motions, movements,
breathes the world,
this, and these.
brian schweitzer is brilliant, and his foresight worth noting.
i don't think sunrises exist, though. i think they're just a propaganda, giving everyone an excuse to rise early. but i say fuck that, yo. i'm not rising early for that, just to see some myth. i'm not. i'm just not going to. stop poking me. i said i'm not. don't you dare. i'll-- alright, i'll wake up early.
your paradise is now. you know nothing other than your situation, and the situations of those allowing you to know them, whether through their shortcomings, or their boastings. your ability is based solely on who you can become, not who you are. i never believed the world was anything more than this ship, which we ride, and allow ourselves to traverse the galaxy with. i now think we are so unimpressionable that we are implanted with thoughts derived from those around us, and, as such, are some amalgamation of those we've seen and been around, and, therefore, are only ourselves when taken from those, or walking from those, and giving ourselves a chance to accept the light which abounds the entire world. just as a plant takes a millennium to evolve to accept shade and shadow as its only source of light, we are evolving to accept only shade and shadow in prominence, and to do away with, unless artfully done, our light's source.
A man who respects a good pen deserves said pen.
i want to run, awake to a smile and closed eyes.
My mind thinks in spurts.
I wish it wouldn't, but if it didn't
it wouldn't be the same;
I wish it wouldn't, but if it didn't
I wouldn't know your name.
My mind thinks in spurts,
catches on a word, I wish it wouldn't,
but if it didn't, I wouldn't be the same;
I wish it wouldn't, but you know
I wouldn't be here with you again.
My mind doesn't work
uh-- in the magical sense that
every other may; they
may see the roundabout, know there's
a turn, but I stop in the middle and
admire the passers' yearn for an outlet, anywhere,
anywhere to know the world is ahead and
I'm lost again, but that's fine, yeah,
that's just fine.
And I want you to know
I never knew your name
until you told me; I
never knew you existed
until the day I woke up,
rolled over,
and you weren't there, beside.
I wish I
never grew up, I
wish the hands were
small enough to not wrap; I
wish the soul couldn't surmise; I
will see when I no longer
think of what keeps me here, hunched
over a keyboard, waiting for
some word to strike so I never need
wait for it again.
Your mom is the one who is supposed to push you, to grab your attention when you're so focused on something else, not so she can have your attention, but so you can relieve yourself. It's not her you're upset with, it's yourself, because you know why she's doing what she's doing, and know that she loves you.
Kindly forward this along.
I will never be famous. And that freedom affords me much.
static catches
a snag somewhere
the same words said
just seem to take
so many times to be said
but all that's okay now
since you're where you are and
you're so far from being here;
knock, knock, and the door
swings shut/i
lied a lot, said some things
i wish i could/i can never take back
i fault myself for that
i fault myself for not being
more of a friend before
but now that's okay now
since you're so done with me
that nothing nothing no one can
tell you how i ever felt
but me/
you can listen to these
and see i'm sincere
but without telling you
all you meant to me
these are just empty prophecies
of what may have been
but what may have been
may one day be all we'll ever have;
i lost you once
and never lost you again
because you never came back;
i had you once
and never had you again
because you never came back;
i held out a hand
rotten to the core
and don't blame you
can only blame myself for
you not taking what i offered
but know
know these words mean nothing
with their catches, stum'bl'ings,
raking the truth
so littered by our memories
and all that was never said
or said too much again.
once upon a time
i fell a rhyme
with swift hands
not understanding
what may have been
but that's all, that's all we got/
what might have been/
what could be/what should be/
they don't matter now,
but somehow, somehow
i'll let you know one day
somehow, somehow
i'll let you know one day.
there lived a boy
caught up in the rap
of an everchanging system
lost in the lies and caught up
in the rap of the darlings dangling
with nothing but cheese to the face
and no maze but what's screened
preserved and monitored;
there this boy found
a girl, a princess, She,
who never needed introduction
but the greetings of her subject's knees/
a clapping of the softest kind/
and this girl, She, this princess,
kept her distance from the boy, Him,
likening Him to some others round the bouts,
but he knew better and felt She would, too,
with a little time and tender kisses
of the hand, a gentle gesture of a twisted man/
she laughed, they played, she, this Princess, they
flashed faces from between garbled soliloquies
forced for not a second spent wasting typings
was too much by the ones around, and
so, too, they, She, with Him, gave theirs, but
through these they sought repentance,
acceptance, a game mentality
much the peak-a-boo with little smiles and
audio files tossed around without a knowledge of
the contents, just the tone and
what it meant to one side/the other
being left to decipher the outcome/
well, they, these two, Him with his She,
and She with her Him, played games until the time came when all was silent, for one had found a meaning more than what was meant, and, though no words were given straight from the mouth of other, took them as being hallow's claim, and, through them,
you learn more from a laugh, a bubble
[than a cry, a chuckle, a sadness, an anger][ing]
we
are all
-confused, we
these travellers of Her.
how close the tip to fabric, touch
these beating veins know nothing more
than your face, as tide knows but shore.
the brain, as all, is
so much more simple
in its complexity
than we give it for.
kalkulations given
give a different sense
when held in hand with
wind and 'rations of.
--------'`----'`-------`-``--`-`-
`-`-`-`-----`'--'`--`'`-```-''`--'`
======================
;[];[=-0
I once slipped on these words, but I think I'll let the words speak for themselves now:
I never gave a fuck unless I was sure someone else would.
Maybe that was my problem, I thought you did, too.
I never thought of you in the way a lover may; I only thought, waited, wanted you to be who I didn't think you were, who I saw you could be, so I could walk away with no regrets, with no remorse, but that never happened, except with little things, and the little things always weigh the most. I wish the world was flat, but You're Too Damn Even, and opposites are needed.
Once,
upon a grey moon,
I stared at this man, a
man I wronged several minutes before,
but never gave a thought to succumbing to
this thought of regeneration, a thought of
handing over my pride to be His, and
I feel there's a rush, now, a rush I never
felt before except when I knew
a mighty hand had fall'n 'pon me and
this Man, He, He needs me now as He
needed me then, and
now I'm ready to let Him know I
am sorry, I
am sorry.
have you ever been so happy you
smile and blind the sky
hold high your head and wished the world
would fall down so you can
rise
everytime i smile i think of YOU
and her, and her, and her, and her,
and her, and her, and her, and her, and her/oh, her
i never really believed
it was as easy as it seems
and maybe you'll see why
when you hold with eyes
these words, so
cold in motion only by
your eyes,
your moving by
and only so
fast/so quick as
you intend them to be
without need
of scheme or
perplexity from me.
do you ever 'magine
those private times
one day would be
recorded,
held sway
in lack of
sightings
/ah,
those cherished moments
i always wished were known.
nice experience,
but i'd like to have my own some day.
imagine a touchscreen-based system
such as a touchstream
where fueled typings become
a way in which to feel
the words
-- much as blind,
however, completely 'vined.
.. ah,
the prickled few
of finger,
held to view in rise
of spires, whole-handed.
but who holds not
when r'/'yping gives
most note, though
screen with perceivable
impulses
reaches both ocular
and tactile
combat'
of stream.
i'm sorry, Sir, for the way in which i acted, and for my policies. you know not what worth you are to me in thoughts of what worried wrongs i have committed toward your person, and your person's children, She. i abide by false-brought notions, and am deeply saddened by events which followed such decision as was made toward you by me. your reaction, wholly warranted, is in no way lost in its effort to rid me of such tidings.
bless you,
and may you see through these to see how wretched i am for having wronged you.
with deepest sincerity,
christopher charles staines.
My mind thinks in spurts.
I wish it wouldn't, but if it didn't
it wouldn't be the same;
I wish it wouldn't, but if it didn't
I wouldn't know your name.
My mind thinks in spurts,
catches on a word, I wish it wouldn't,
but if it didn't, I wouldn't be the same;
I wish it wouldn't, but you know
I wouldn't be here with you again.
My mind doesn't work
uh-- in the magical sense that
every other may; they
may see the roundabout, know there's
a turn, but I stop in the middle and
admire the passers' yearn for an outlet, anywhere,
anywhere to know the world is ahead and
I'm lost again, but that's fine, yeah,
that's just fine.
And I want you to know
I never knew your name
until you told me; I
never knew you existed
until the day I woke up,
rolled over,
and you weren't there, beside.