2010 tech come to me soon

Japanese company claims fibre-optic data transfer record
A Japanese company has developed technology to transmit a two-hour movie in 0.5 seconds, the world's fastest speed achieved with fibre-optic cables in the field, it says.
Kansai Electric used fibre-optic cables on power-transmitting steel towers to achieve the speed of one terabit per second, which is more than 100 times faster than inter-city data transmissions currently in use, a spokesman says.
The company, Japan's second-largest power supplier, has not decided when to put the technology into practical use but says it is possible that it would come in 2010 or later

i promise this is the last time i post someone elses lyrics.

okay so yeah, lyric posting is over played, and no one ever actually reads them i get it.
but ive been playing this song over and over for about an hour. (i have headphones on so no one else has to be tortured. anywho the song is making me feel damn good and happy. if anyone wants to see how im doing, then please go to yahoo music and watch this video. its very apt for alot.

Death Cab For Cutie 'title and registration'

"the glove compartment isn't accurately named
and everybody knows it.
so i'm proposing a swift orderly change.

cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
and all i find are souvenirs from better times
before the gleam of your taillights fading east
to find yourself a better life.

i was searching for some legal document
as the rain beat down on the hood
when i stumbled upon pictures i tried to forget
and that's how this idea was drilled into my head

cause it's too important
to stay the way it's been

there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
and now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
and here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
lying awake at night

there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
and now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
and here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
lying awake at night (up all night)
when i'm lying awake at night."

just good stuff

better than the world

"too much coffee and cigarettes,
thats okay there special blend,
i swear i dont always smoke this much.
i wish that wasn't a lie.
i'll be doin real fine.
fine." -M.E.H.

sometimes a friend just encourages u.
no weight.
no fear.
just a smile, some memories and a new beginning.
thanks.

im pretty sure everyone has heard.

im assuming everyone knows by now, i am home, i am hiding, i am a poof cactus across the table of life. odds are if ur reading this i would love to see u, but prob just in private. but not having to do anything with ur privates. or mine. just to hang.
if ur reading this, i love u, and u have prob been a kick ass good friend.
(isnt blogging sometimes just like a shitty new for of mass mail.)
mass male. tee hee.
yep. im still in 6th grade.
and i will always keep staring.
i could help it then, sure aint gonna help it now.

TeraNover

........he stops for a moment in the pause between laughs
"so how do u just get up and leave everything" she said setting down her third drink looking like it was her 12th.

"oh thats the easy part!" he chuckles. he walks from behind the bar cleaning a few spills of the slobbered Lambs along the way.
"u just get up and walk away."

"well what if u, ur mind changed and u want it back?" she tosses back her drink, the air pausing for a moment while his personal theme music plays through the restaurant.

"oh u dont. u cant. it doesnt work that way. u walk away. keep walkin. u walk away."

she looks a little puzzled with a googly eyed stare, her blue eyes and her odd smile making him question whats going on in her mind.

"so how long u here to?" she says changing the subject in her own "flit of fairy" like way.

"here? like?" the 'to's' and 'at's' making him miss any of the point of a sentence again.

"what time do u get off?' she annunciates grinning at his blank stare.

"uh, prob 6, maybe 8."

"u like workin nights?" tappin the bar for another drink of lambs and green martini.

"don't like workin days. people calm down at night. u get to see who they are, or at least who they'd like to think they are. and i know too well how to handle people with the booze."
chucklin he pours the drink just wishin he could add some extra to get some extra tip.

" reason enough. any other reason?"

He ponders, scratchin his face a little to much, then starin at his nails out of unconcious habit.
"days are about waitin, and pushin and pullin and pretense to make urself what u should seem like u are. make any sense. hell im no philosopher and im talking to much without thinking this through. Im workin don’t ask me this shit. " drinkin an extra coffee just to get that boost.
"mostly its the waitin. days are about, bullshit and cues/que's. I hate cue's/que's."

excerpts 16805 from "a warm celtic corpset." (crappy title, good book.)

meanwhile, many months ago it all changed.....

thats the problem with him, he believes his own myth.

Tavius

i am my beloveds and He loves me as i am.

Ba da ba ba, ba da ba ba

guess what?............i suck.
its my quantity.
a "fallicy" in my quality.
i try to fix it daily, but possibly maybe, i might not be enough to do it surely.
wholisticly i spell like my tendancy for good change.
i do it badly. sincerly im not looking for sympathy,
i take responsibility, for every tragedy that has fallen from me.
but im still not likely to look how anyone wants me to be.
a better man for free? its quite costly and no one has explained the terms of the fee.
this is not poetry.
its a sillioque of 'y' sounding homoneys.
and no i didnt mean harmoney, even though frequently what i say comes out in a quandry of mystery and awefully placed symally.
seriously im not expecting anything easy. i just want some reasonably placed audibly heard converse ability, shared mutually from me to my community. i feel a little uncomfortably about the words that obviously have been spoken about me, but honestly i just want to be happy, to be with my lovely, and my lucky puppy, and a car that works not so poorly.
u may not believe me, but i want her deeply. im gonna work to get her madly. so please dont try to dissuade that so passionatly before u get the chance to see, that im hardly the shit i used to be.
this has been hardly a party, if it looks like i ran away, im sorry, if i havent communticated forgive me, i have not forgotten those who are friendly, those who are silly, those who are trust worthy, or those who are family. my stay maybe untimely for a quick return safely. from now on i will try to speak more openly, i will hold my self steady, i will try to keep from hurtin anybody, and will leave out nobody. partially im truely and sadly afraid. if i can make a man out of a monkey, if i can live up to what is contantly in front of me. what is is my folly is my treachury, to myself, to u, to we.
i never tried to make myself so heavy, physically or emotionally, didnt mean to pull down on those that have given me everything worldy and spirtually that a body could ever give to a person who constatly holds a record for the most exceptionally extrodianarally lengthy ability to be so damn needy. ill stop that quickly and never return to such desparity. there is much work to do and i got the up hill on this dra-medy we call clarity. to see clearly from both sides is gonna take some coffee, some talky, some funny, some ouchy, something touchy and other words that i make up for this bloggitry. hey guys im getting sleepy, and i will continue these thoughts shortly, if u have any thoughts id love some commentary. and i even now make an apology if any of this comes out with a lack of sincerity, it is not done intentionaly, this comes with vagurey, and some generality, im gonna try to call everyone more personally so we can talk freely about whatever needs to be. if that does not happen oftenly im sorry, but celtic hearth and tryin to get money, im makin a priority till i can get home and see all my beautifuly constructed tennesee and the best people to ever hit the scenery. :)
till then good night, love and funny be with thee.

p.s. yep.......i used thee........its cheap.......but its also 6:46 in the mornin.

Hear no evil, See no evil, Speak no Evil

Never hearing Never Seeing Never Understanding.

tastes like cod.

"I wonder where the fish has gone?

You did love it so. You looked after it like a son.

And it went wherever i did go

Is it in the cupboard?

Yes! Yes! No!...

Wouldn't you like to know? It was a lovely little fish.

And it went wherever I did go.

It's behind the sofa!

Where can that fish be?

Have you thought of the drawers in the bureau?!

Shh!

It is a most elusive fish!

And it went wherever I did go.

Ooooh, fishy, fishy, fishy fish!

A-fish, a-fish, a-fish, a-fishy, ooooh.

Ooooh, fishy, fishy, fishy fish!

That went wherever I did go.

Look up his trunk!

Yeah, it's hidden in his trousers!" - monty python

lite bright lite bright.

turn on the magic of colored lights

wth the rodeo clowns, they pick me up when im down.

american dreams in velcro seams.

"

New Orleans Murder Rate Not In Sync With Rest Of Nation

POSTED: 1:56 pm CDT August 18, 2005

NEW ORLEANS -- They point to an experiment last year by university researchers in which police fired 700 blank rounds in a New Orleans neighborhood in a single afternoon.Murder rates have fallen dramatically in many major U.S. cities -- but that's not happening in the Big Easy. Although the murder rate in New Orleans is lower than it was a decade ago, it's rising and is nearly 10 times the national average. A criminologist said the city's trend is the reverse of 46 of the top 50 cities in the United States. Experts said the trend in the city that's home to the popular French Quarter exists for several reasons -- drugs, too few police, inexperienced prosecutors, and residents staying quiet because they fear retaliation. No one called police to report the gunfire"


Outside is america.

they tell u not to look down......what do they know?

im assuming everyone has heard of Julian Beever, he's a mad crazy perspective artist/side walk artist. i found a site with alot of his stuff on here, check him out, its pretty genius.

to be or not to be?

"The majority of people will say that the faces depicted on these photographs are immaculately beautiful. The portraits were made with the help of a special computer program by German psychologists Martin Gruendl, Claus Marberger, Christoph Scherber and Christoph Braun. The researchers designed the images on the base of ideal proportions and features of human face.

Modern people with their standards of beauty run risks of losing the battle with perfect computer images and fall a victim to non-existent perfection. In addition, German scientists concluded that there was a certain stereotype in perceiving a beautiful person. People think that beautiful individuals are talented, creative and sensitive; that they have an ability to exert a positive influence on others. Those, who have not so pretty, or absolutely unpretty faces, are usually perceived as people who cannot boast of such qualities and traits - just an instant visual contact is enough to conclude so. Unattractive people are usually perceived as someone unhappy, malcontent, presumptuous, stupid and exhausted with their own lives.

Social consequences of human appearances are enormous. It is easier for beautiful people to live on this planet. They are usually more successful in their private and professional lives, although it may seem to be absolutely unfair to others"

thats right folks, zeus is back in action

The images below show a japanese aircraft being affected by a lightning flash. To the authors knowledge, nobody on the plane was injured. It is unknown if the aircraft experienced any damage. According to the scientist who acquired this imagery, the airplane itself triggered the lightning discharge.

we can meet at ur location but u better come with cash.

anybody like onions

If we don't end our dependence on oil by 4920, when will we end it? 5580? By then, it may be too late," Bush said.

Responding to reporters' questions, Bush admitted that our progeny could face challenges in pursuit of the goal, such as the earth's degrading orbit and eventual destruction of the moon by tidal force, or the Second Coming of Jesus Christ.

The proclamation comes on the heels of Bush's plans to pay off the national debt by the early 6300s, and win the war on terror by 7450.

-tastes like onions

in retrospect.

wouldnt it be damn cool if words like "retrospect" just meant u looked like the past, instead of looking at it.

u could say look at that man over there, i like his retrospect style. but it would be more than that, like when u wore 80's clothes u would get like that low fi 80's tv camera look to u.......the same with like the 20's u'd go all black and white and have a very low framerate.

man.
retrospect.
that makes me want to be, much more retroactive.