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During the fall of 1994, I arrived at St. Edward's Hall for my second tour of duty at La Salle. Stashed somewhere between a load of clothes & supplies was my Nana's guitar. I had brought it along hoping I'd run into someone who could teach me the basics. A few weeks later, I met Rob Levy, who happened to be fellow psych major & guitar virtuoso. Better yet, his cell (a 20x10 single that later doubled as our studio) was only a few doors down from my own. Rob earned his beer money teaching lessons to students in & around Philly but turned down every dime I had to offer.

Recent events (namely Fiona's obsession with music), have inspired me pick up where the two of us had left off (we lost touch soon after graduation in '97). Yo man! If your still out there (or someone you know happens to be reading this), give me a shout! I'd love to hear what your up to these days. A few years ago, I converted a few of our demos into MP3 format:

See, also Postmodern Doodles.

Last night
she had some questions
She wondered to herself
She said
Hey honey
haven't you thought we had enough
He knew
withheld expression
and wondered to himself
He admits
he's a little afraid
It's been a while since I
spread my wings
to fly

A few days
pass by
She tries to think of something else
Still in love
she cries
The times they spent together
would last with her forever

He found it hard
to be alone
when things weren't looking up
But he'd say
There's always hope
and I hope it finds us
two lovers that had enough

Voices
[Oh] he heard them
But he would never listen to them
No he wouldn't
Voices
Out of nowhere
But he would never listen to a word
they'd say

And he would stay
another day
While thoughts would play
within his mind
With hopes of change
someday
he'd be somewhere

Somewhere he was faceless
Away from the rat race
Somewhere he'd never have to hear
the voices
Faceless
not a player
Somewhere a man can find a thought
of his own

And he would pray
another day
While thoughts would play
within his mind
With hopes of change
someday
he'd be somewhere

Somewhere like tomorrow
Yeah, there was one
But it was gone
and never would be the same
Tomorrow
Maybe another
He could pull himself together
and be someone

[Instrumental]



  

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I want one. Via Boston Dynamics.
The Most Advanced Quadruped Robot on Earth
BigDog is the alpha male of the Boston Dynamics family of robots. It is a quadruped robot that walks, runs, and climbs on rough terrain and carries heavy loads. BigDog is powered by a gasoline engine that drives a hydraulic actuation system. BigDog's legs are articulated like an animal’s, and have compliant elements that absorb shock and recycle energy from one step to the next. BigDog is the size of a large dog or small mule, measuring 1 meter long, 0.7 meters tall and 75 kg weight.



  

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Link via Building Secrets


  

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W.G.T., much like Nasa's Clickworks project, is an exercise in crowd sourcing. Interested users can donate small bits of time by analyzing single frames within a much larger video (in this case the first televised performance of the Moonwalk). This enables the production of information that otherwise would be prohibitively labor intensive. Working under the principal that useful data can be gathered by asking internet users to perform "...tasks that require human perception and common sense, but may not require a lot of scientific training."



  

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Turn back the clock 20 years and this could have been one helluva propaganda piece for the writer's strike. See also Garfield minus Garfield.



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