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I want the chords to be so loud that I live them. I want the melodies to be so succinct and perfect that I cry. I want the lyrics to be so appropriate that I remember first loves and moan with nostalgic longing. I want the song to match my

I was languishing in my bed at the tail end of an afternoon nap, winamp streaming out the chillout channel of an internet radio station. I was in a half-dreamlike state, letting the pulse of the music flow over me in my bed like aural silk. I was also thinking

I’m a fiend. I’m a devilish incarnation of spite and hatred. I have long black scales and a fine covering of ash colored hair. I take pleasure in the pain of others. I snicker at the chaos that unfolds before my eyes. The struggles of honest men are

Art is defined as: Human effort to imitate, supplement, alter, or counteract the work of nature. The conscious production or arrangement of sounds, colors, forms, movements, or other elements in a manner that affects the sense of beauty, specifically the production of the beautiful in a graphic or plastic medium.

I was walking to class today thinking about the problems with current software design and what could be improved. Currently coding is just writing text files that are parsed and compiled. Integrated developer environments like Microsoft Visual Studio are just fancy text editors with some nice functionality – such as debugging

The stars in my backyard are pinpricks peeking through the silhouettes of giant tree limbs. The grass is uncut and healthy, anticipating the coming dewdrops. Each misty green sliver bushels out like wheat slow dancing in the night breeze. Balmy air wafts through lazy hanging foliage and the cicadas continue

http://slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=03/12/07/1938241&mode=thread&tid=187&tid=98&tid=99 [http://slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=03/12/07/1938241&mode=thread&tid=187&tid=98&tid=99] This was an interesting article on slashdot about outsourcing work for coding projects. One

A while back, on a day hike along the Appalachian Trail, my father asked me offhand “when did you stop believing in God”? It took me a minute to contemplate the honesty in the question. He’s a strong Christian, like I had once been. He wasn’t meaning to

Daedalus was the father of Icharus, the boy who tried to fly to the sun. Like myself, Daedalus was an engineer, a thinker, yet a mere mortal. He had intellect to match the gods, yet was constantly confronted by frailty, human weakness, and the wrath of the gods. Anyway, thats

I meant to send this letter to an old friend back on the 13th of September, a month ago. I never sent it: ——————————————————————————— You convinced me. Of course its alchohol induced. Of course I’m neglecting crazy times and drunken craziness to type this out in a rush or emotion

Impetus: Matrix Revolutions: Why I dislike Matrix Revolutions: The biblical allegory in matrix revolutions is weak at best. Christ without a resurrection is a fraud. CS Lewis said it best, if Christ merely died, and there was no resurrection, then Christians believe the biggest lie in history. Without rising from

Entropy November 10, 2003 My name is Adam Solman. I was born July 4th, 2109 to a peaceful nuclear family. I had a normal childhood and maturation, and developed into a competent young man. It was not until the summer of my twentieth year that I truly began to live.

Disconnected A Tale of Dismemberment Tim Donlan November 7, 2003 I got home at a half past six and placed my bag on the kitchen table. I lifted out the flesh cutter by its top handle, and quickly looked it over before setting it down. It was moderately heavy, about