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Saturday, January 26, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Out Of Style

According to this mannequin in the Athens, Georgia Macy's, the Seventh Grade Ass-Wrap is a legitimate way to wear a sweater.
Everyone has donned this look at least once in their life, though it's usually when you're under the age of 13 and you can't convince your mom to hold your coat.
Last I remember, this look came and went with Grunge in the 1990s.
I just spent 15 minutes trying to find a photo of this fashion phenomenon. I couldn't.
I wonder why.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Air...it's missing something

So everyone's going crazy over this new MacBook Air. I admit, I'm also pretty impressed. The computer is less than an inch thick, but retains a full-sized keyboard and a 13" display.
But what confused me initially was the lack of a CD-ROM drive.
Apparently the computer wirelessly connects to the CD-ROM drive of any other PC or Mac and transfers data wirelessly. Alright, so you have to have two computers. Users can also shell out an extra $100 for an external SuperDrive that's apparently "slightly larger than a CD case" and connects via USB. So...am I supposed to carry this with me everywhere?
After watching the walkthrough on Apple's website, I've come to the conclusion that this computer is for businesspeople on the go. The host, John, talks about meetings, presentations, and dark conference rooms. He speaks of connecting projectors, or using the computer on a plane. He also wirelessly installs Microsoft Office.
I've decided that if you're involved with music production, graphic design, or video, this is probably not the computer for you.
Though I will say, I love the new trackpad. It has multiple functions based on the gestures you use. In addition to the one-finger click, two-finger right click, and two-finger scrolling, Apple has added the "pinch" feature (used for zooming in/out), and the three-finger "swipe" (pages you back and forward while surfing the web).
Aesthetically, it's beautiful, aside from the black keyboard! I demand keys that match the shell.
Add a SuperDrive, give me 4GB(+) memory, change that keyboard, and I'll buy it.
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Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Discover new music
I just found this sweet website, The Hype Machine. It's basically all the best mp3 blogs in one place, and an easy way to hear all the music everyone's talking about. Just go down the list, listen to a track, and if you like it, click a link to see what the blogger has to say.
"The Hype Machine follows music blog discussions. Every day, thousands of people write about music they love - and it all ends up here."

Saturday, January 5, 2008
Cloverfield takes over
I'm writing this post from a Cloverfield widget I found on Facebook. I'm guessing it's going to post this same widget on my blog.
Take note - when you click "Grab This!" a cool little box will come up, offering almost every social networking site on the internet for you to post to. Now that's awesome.
Take note - when you click "Grab This!" a cool little box will come up, offering almost every social networking site on the internet for you to post to. Now that's awesome.
Monday, December 24, 2007
TOUR DIARY #4
After waking up late and eating breakfast at Cracker Barrel, we made the rest of our drive to College Park, Maryland. It was short and sweet, and we had time before the show to check out a piano store and a used CD warehouse. The no-name CDs we purchased turned out to royally suck, but it was fun to hope.
College Perk coffee house reminded me a lot of 37 Main in Buford, GA - a haven for thirty-somethings still young at heart. We watched a lineup of acoustic acts pour their hearts out about relationships, politics, and pop songs. During the course of the evening we met a lot of really energetic people. This place was packed with music lovers, thats for sure. We got to play a long set, and I was able to invite Patrick up on stage to play one of his songs as a duet with me. The crowd seemed to love everything!
Afterwards, the three of us ordered the s'mores platter: a miniature flaming grill with marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. We even shared it with some Australians who'd never seen anything like it. Awesome. Next thing we knew, it was time to pack up and hit the road again.
We drove as far as we could that night, sleeping half the way and somehow landing at a Motel 6 in God-knows where and sharing a king sized bed. It wasn't half bad.
When morning hit, we took to the highway once again, passing through the beautiful rolling hills of Virginia on our way to Graffiti Music Hall in Arden, NC. We finally arrived, barely sane, and were allowed to play first! This was awesome 'cause Arden is only 3 hours from my home, which meant we'd be able to make it back to Flowery Branch that night.
After IHOP with our new friend Chris and his mom, we headed out on the home stretch of our journey. Conversations revolved around the supernatural, and we scared ourselves back into our home state. We were welcomed home by my pajama-clad mom, who fed us some croissants and sent us off to bed.
Despite the amount of time we'd spent on the road, the three of us stayed up till 5 AM watching scary videos on YouTube and reminiscing.
And here I am now, sitting in my bedroom. Patrick's dad came and got him a few hours ago and we said our goodbyes, as we always have and always must.
Post-Tour Anxiety/Depression Syndrome is a bitch, but I think I'll get over it.
So here's to long drives, eating Airborne like candy, IHOP in Hickory, "going to Nashville and cutting a record", 24, Mike Doyle, the impossible shower, whitecaps on the ocean, freezing cold, huge boots, layering, raspy voices, finally "seeing Connecticut," the G train, the A train, the L train, the million Starbucks in times square, video taping in the subways, walking 15 miles, playing for the bartender, Union Square, "regular slices", BAYSTON, losing our GPS, finding the best view of New York, laughing at everything, secrets, swank hotels, Cracker Barrel, granola, "huge fucking beds", being a princess, the sun in the appalachians, 0 meilen bis leer, The Art of Warfare in the Age of Napoleon, cursing in Christian venues, orange juice parties, ghosts, love, and music.
College Perk coffee house reminded me a lot of 37 Main in Buford, GA - a haven for thirty-somethings still young at heart. We watched a lineup of acoustic acts pour their hearts out about relationships, politics, and pop songs. During the course of the evening we met a lot of really energetic people. This place was packed with music lovers, thats for sure. We got to play a long set, and I was able to invite Patrick up on stage to play one of his songs as a duet with me. The crowd seemed to love everything!
Afterwards, the three of us ordered the s'mores platter: a miniature flaming grill with marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. We even shared it with some Australians who'd never seen anything like it. Awesome. Next thing we knew, it was time to pack up and hit the road again.
We drove as far as we could that night, sleeping half the way and somehow landing at a Motel 6 in God-knows where and sharing a king sized bed. It wasn't half bad.
When morning hit, we took to the highway once again, passing through the beautiful rolling hills of Virginia on our way to Graffiti Music Hall in Arden, NC. We finally arrived, barely sane, and were allowed to play first! This was awesome 'cause Arden is only 3 hours from my home, which meant we'd be able to make it back to Flowery Branch that night.
After IHOP with our new friend Chris and his mom, we headed out on the home stretch of our journey. Conversations revolved around the supernatural, and we scared ourselves back into our home state. We were welcomed home by my pajama-clad mom, who fed us some croissants and sent us off to bed.
Despite the amount of time we'd spent on the road, the three of us stayed up till 5 AM watching scary videos on YouTube and reminiscing.
And here I am now, sitting in my bedroom. Patrick's dad came and got him a few hours ago and we said our goodbyes, as we always have and always must.
Post-Tour Anxiety/Depression Syndrome is a bitch, but I think I'll get over it.
So here's to long drives, eating Airborne like candy, IHOP in Hickory, "going to Nashville and cutting a record", 24, Mike Doyle, the impossible shower, whitecaps on the ocean, freezing cold, huge boots, layering, raspy voices, finally "seeing Connecticut," the G train, the A train, the L train, the million Starbucks in times square, video taping in the subways, walking 15 miles, playing for the bartender, Union Square, "regular slices", BAYSTON, losing our GPS, finding the best view of New York, laughing at everything, secrets, swank hotels, Cracker Barrel, granola, "huge fucking beds", being a princess, the sun in the appalachians, 0 meilen bis leer, The Art of Warfare in the Age of Napoleon, cursing in Christian venues, orange juice parties, ghosts, love, and music.
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