Hey guys! I was wondering if anyone could help me out and offer some advice. I will soon be traveling and a portion of that will be on a cruise ship to much warmer climates. I was wondering if there was any precautions you would recommend to a first timer on the seas. Perhaps any little tips and/or tricks to prevent any possible humidity damage and the likes. Thank you!
It's hard to know, i suppose, if a sound can be confused with a thought when a window is left open. Passing through thought like stumbling out a window, braced against the pane, one arm holding the frame, trying to answer a call from just beyond the glass. Only the call was bird, a pretty parakeet, whispering gangsta rap as it pecked sunflower seeds and dribbling bits of resonance into the dirt. Birds are sounds, something like phones in a garden. --i didn't mishear or mistake, but the parakeet had cut the cord when no one was on the other line.
I will soon be entetaining a habituation where i'll have to write and read a lot. I need to make my thoughts simpler and my language flow more easily. I would like to create a daily exercise with three typewriters. The first would have the word "Complex" above it, the second Simpler, the third Simplest. I'd move down the row applying 15 minutes of thought directly to each machine, repeating the same thing on each but in different formulations.
Soon i'll read and write a lot. I need thoughts to flow simply. I would like to create a daily exercise with three typewriters. Above each, I would post the words "complex," "simpler," "simplest." Moving from one to the next i'd write the same thing differently.
i will read. i will write. thoughts simply exercised on typewriters will flow in three variations.
i see how this works. cool... BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG.
Hey guys! I own a Nikon D70s SLR and lately ALL of my photos are full of speckled noise. No problems with lens. Does anyone have any clue as to what might be wrong with my camera?! Is there some sort of setting that might be out of wack, or two settings that I might have turned on that are not compatible with each other? I already have the reduce noise function turned on. Any suggestions would be a great help. Thanks!
So it's Monday. We had practice tonight and we'll have it again on Wednesday, with our first bout of the season on Saturday. And I hate this week, I hate this wait. I'm ready to do it NOW. At practice tonight, I was working hard...I always do (too competitive not to)...but at the same time there was a bit of the "going through the motions" happening as well. I guess I feel like: If we don't have it by now, we're not gonna get it by Saturday! Wednesday practice is going to be more of the same. I'm never good with the week of the bout, my practices are always off the week of, but this week feels worse than usual.
There are so many factors that leave me feeling ambivalent this season. I feel pretty dissatisfied with the lack of 'gel' of our team - we've had zero opportunity (despite promises of the board to the contrary) to scrimmage other leagues, so we've only been scrimmaging each other. This means that we're always split up, always working against each other in some combination & to me, the team feels just that splintered. We've also been working on alot of little goals and skills and strategies for some time now, but there is no overriding theme or focus. I feel the need for a more intense focus from our leadership for our upcoming bout and it's just not there. Our coach is neat, with gads of derby experience and knowledge, but also quite ADD (not even kidding), which is showing right now, with focus feeling scattered in a billion different directions. Somebody get her some Adderall, STAT! I JK, mostly. And as one of the more experienced players on the roster (4 of us have played more than one season), if I'm feeling that way, how are our newer players and our bouting rookies feeling? Course, maybe I just desire more structure than most; that's entirely possible.
Our game is going to be fine, and I'll be so proud of our team regardless of the score at the end, and I'll be happy with my performance on Saturday cause I'll pull my shit together like I always do on game day, but geez, I hate this nagging irritating waiting thing!!!
Nothing came up under Pink Bizarre, so I typed in my actual name and came up with some interesting results:
loves to run and jump
likes to fly around and give her brothers and Mommy kisses. (um, ok. I'm going to hope this referred to a toddler)
likes to draw SD frogs (WTF?)
likes to play games with other dogs and would be best in a home with another dog so she will never be lonely. (Check.)
likes to feed me (??)
likes to open her mouth and give "kisses" on the cheek. (toddler again, hopefully?)
likes to dress up and be as silly as possible (occasionally, yes)
likes to wear her baby too! (I do carry small fuzzypaws of love around with me on the regular)
likes to say coffee is a food (no, I like it, but not that much)
likes to call me Josh (who?)
So we're scrimmaging tonight, it's going okay, nothing spectacular, but not as sloppy and out of sync as yesterdays scrimmage was. And one of the opposing team members falls in front of me after checking me out of bounds and I don't have the opportunity to avoid her, so ass over teakettle I fall. Shouldn't be a big deal, right? I fall all the time, it's the nature of the game. But this time I slam into the 8 inch high wooden baseboard with my bicep/shoulder and that pitches me over onto my head. My head solidly ricochets off the baseboard and into the rink floor. By the way, this is absolutely no fun. In addition to it being no fun, getting my head slammed scares me every time. So in a matter of seconds I have pain, I have fear....and at the same time I hear laughter, loud "YEAHs", a whoop whoop, and clapping. (I've slammed into the floor in front of the opposing bench, made up of our own players - we scrimmage our own teammates weekly). When cheering, by my own teammates, was added on top of a scary and painful fall, my feelings got really hurt.
When I'm in pain, when I get my feelings hurt...I don't get sad. I don't cry. No... I am an Aries. I get PISSED. As soon as I was able, I jumped up, ripped my helmet off, and flung it to the floor as I skated away. It bounced so hard both my mouthguard and the panty** flew off. I recovered my composure pretty quickly, skated back to my bench and asked to speak to the coach. I thought my opposing teammates were laughing at this awful fall their blocker helped cause and I was so angry and hurt that they would laugh when someone was potentially injured. As a league, we tend to be pretty respectful of injuries and take a knee when someone is injured.
Long story short, I spoke to the coach, who addressed the issue and it turned out to be a misunderstanding. The opposing teammates said they were laughing at their own teammates fall which was apparently a very lengthy baseball slide, (I didn't notice this part, I was too busy falling over her). I was apologized to by the skaters who laughed, I apologized to the league for throwing my helmet and the matter is resolved. I'm really glad I approached the coach, vented to her, and asked her to handle it - that resulted in everything being resolved by the end of the night and I'm glad I have nothing to stew over for the next 3 weeks!!
Also, you should know that a true roller derby teammate is one who will pick the splinters out of your bicep and scrimmage pinny.
**Panties are helmet covers that players in certain positions wear, they fit over the whole helmet and have elastic that fits snugly around the rim of the helmet.
Crushingly boring. I rarely stop with a book that I've started, but I just couldn't continue listening to this one. Endless recitations of place names and date just wore me out, even though I had a genuine interest in the subject matter.
Audiobook. Was this written while the author was still in college? Sophomoric & stiff dialogue with a poorly informed plot and narrated by someone who was even worse at narration than the author was at writing.