tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56392752008-05-03T01:31:52.617-04:00Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15703160854868660997noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639275.post-82805486514441739272008-04-27T01:46:00.001-04:002008-04-27T01:46:40.008-04:00

A true story - a re-enactment of a surprising trip to an arts studio in Saxapahaw. When Amy arrives, something is amiss. But what? And, why? And, who could have done this?

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Yeah - I'm still here... barely... I think. ..maybe?

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I'm using this post as scratch where I will jot down my "computer history". I want to do this now before my memory is more fuzzy than it is today. I was, by some standards, a late comer to computers. In the mid/late 70s I would spend hours at Sears playing pong on the Atari Tele-Games console. And, I do mean hours. My father did not want a computer in the house at that time and so we never

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/kweston/429644239/ Originally uploaded by Keith Weston. At the red light, coming home from work with one of the worst queasy stomach feelings in ages. I hear the alram of the RR traffic arms and hear the steam engine whistle. The Kodak was in the passenger seat and was ready for this chance snap. Moving forward into the past. 19th century transportation viewed from a

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Our quest to watch all the X-files - blocked. VisArt in Carrboro and Chapel Hill stock only seasons 1, 2, and 3. All seasons have been released on DVD, but for some reason they are not on the shelves. Also, the Chapel Hill Blockbluster doesn't stock any X File titles. Do I detect a conspiracy? Amy and I - well, mostly me, are hooked on the series. How did I miss this the first time through? I

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Christmas 06 is gone and the new year is less than 11 hours away. I won't miss 06 over much. Especially the last 10 days that I have been extremely sick with the worst cold ever. We've been watching - in sequence - the X-files. Given how much I am enjoying our quick passage through the first season DVDs, I wonder why I failed to watch it during its network run. It has the elements I like in

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Darn it! I missed the fair again this year!

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The Cavalier huffed and puffed its gas-choked way into the car lot and sputtered its last gas(p). Recoiling in disbelief, the nice man at Carmax made an offer of $905 for a car with a water pump leak, electrical issues (windows wouldn't roll up or down), and... well, you get the picture. And, so, being a slightly bit more motivated to buy than I was, we came to a mutual understanding: I bought

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Listening to a classic soft rock station on the way home from work today I chanced to hear "Baby I Love Your Way" from Frampton Comes Alive. I cannot begin to count the countless hours I spent listening to this sleep-inducing morass in Jr. High. I suppose nearly everyone of a certain age, race and perhaps gender would turn to this recording in moments of adolescent inner and outer-spection. I can

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View Paths Home (flash photo album presentation - click to view)

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If proof were needed, here, submitted, a photo circa mid 1964. Listening to 45s on the Firestone mono player that a boyfriend gave my mom. My parents said they could ask me to play X by Y and w/o the benefit of being able to read, I'd surely play X by Y. One thing I remember about the player is that it had tubes that had to warm up. It took about 20-30 seconds and you could hear the hum

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These pictures were taken nearly a month ago on 4/18 as a hot air balloon slowly sauntered across the low part of the sky. Coming up slow and huffing and puffing in a manner that would make Phileas Fogg or Michael Palin proud. Just after the basket missed our roof by less than 200 feet, they yelled down a "how ya doing?" and I retorted "How's the air up there?" April 18, 2006. Around 6:45

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There's nothing left.

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First post by public wireless hotspot. If I'm celebrating something as mundane as this, that's some indication isn't it? Most likely. The cast of characters at the Weave are up to their usual Friday morning antics and 3 or 4 of us silently type away into machines that are drained of life in 3 or 4 hours if not recharged. Everyone needs a vacation. Even the laptop.

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You know, for me, it will never be "historic". It will always be Airport Road. No matter how history is re-interpreted. Please, please, don't get me wrong. I'm not opposed to a major street having the name Martin Luther King BLVD at all. Almost a year after the fact, I am opposed to having Airport Road named thusly. I'm in a minority, though - that of fans and supporters of general aviation

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migraine today...

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Ethan and me on Eastsound Beach - Orcas Island - early March 2006. Photo by Amy. Vacation by Too Short.

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It's vacation time - visiting with Amy's brother Jon (and Lynn and Ethan) on Orcas Island - one of the San Juan Islands in Washington State. Amy is sick today, but otherwise we've had a spendid time. We are staying here, at the Outlook Inn in Eastsound Village. We came over on the ferry last Saturday and will be here through this Saturday (March 4). We found some great food, saw some great sites,

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...or at least its sentimental value point. Take this watch for example. It may look to you as a grotty old silver Timex that's missing a few links. But, I think I rely on it for the time more than I would ever rely on any "mobile" device or cell phone or anything else. No iPod could ever tell the time the way this watch does. It was my father's watch and he wore it 'til the day he died.

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one possible take away message: the revolution will not be televised or broadcast as we know it, if...

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Overall, a good to great confernece so far. My main regret is that the overly trendy hotel (The W) we're headquartered in doesn't have "free" wireless or wired access. It's $6.95 for 3 hours; $14.95/day. A bit on the pricey side. The hotel across the street has free wired access. You'd think that a new media conference... but, I digress. The conference got underway with two blazing key noters:

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I haven't blogged in a while - busy bringing online a new site and then there's life. Remember life? I arrived in Seattle late on Tuesday and had a time trying to get around the SeaTac airport, but I finally found the Airporter service tucked away - hidden really - near door 00 (double zero) just beyond nearly 20 baggage claim racks. I'm here for the IMA conference - a geeky confab of

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Fun With Sound Effects (4.5M) - a mp3 mix of sounds to stimulate imagination. I used to compose these kinds of things all the time years and years ago - & recently, I started doing it again. I put this together a few days ago... Wait for the very end. Send a comment!

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From mom's 65th...getting presents at the family "surprise" get together. She seemed to enjoy herself and appreciated the gifts. Mom dressing "silly" - old lady hair, Happy Birthday hat with candles, old "ugly" nightgown and more...

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