Well, now, as it turns out, I think my last attempt to cover this topic was a success only in making a mess of time and space. They are separate, so I am told. Bundling them all together so haphazardly made my thoughts quite a bit more convoluted than they had to be. Since this issue has really been bothering me lately, I’m going to tease things out a bit more here....
When I was about ten, visiting my mother for the summer in Bullhead City, AZ, I met a man by the name of Mike Anderson. He seemed to me to be rather intelligent, was undoubtedly quite an interesting fellow, and fueled my interest in a number of things that occupied my time throughout that summer and beyond. Most of the things he got me thinking about were “paranormal” – things like telekinesis, out-of-body experiences, and telepathy....
You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but I must tell someone… and before I forget, too. My mind isn’t quite what it used to be… memories aren’t safe there anymore. Too many years of wandering and second guessing myself have taken a toll upon me. So listen, and tame your disbelief when it first rears its ugly head. What I say here is truth. It was a damp spring day and I was on my north-facing porch admiring the fog between the trees....
“Box shopping?” she queried the little fat man. “Indeed,” he replied. “One size fits most,” he went on. The fat little man was the proprietor of the only box shop in America. A cousin of that notoriously lanky and clean-cut Sam. In fact, the fat little man used his cousin extensively for advertising. “In a box!” He would hand write on the front of those iconic pointy posters. It was a sleazy marketing scheme, but the proprietor certainly had no qualms with being sleazy....
The noise drips into my ears The smoke rolls into my veins As I sit there gazing into space Lucrative, often unsettling space My glance is momentarily stolen By a rare scream of jubilation And it costs me a dinner, or two So I cannot even smile at that I can only smile as a front A sham. Utterly insincerely. At people I don’t care for Or whose livelyhood I endanger...
As I peer into your eyes Full of dismal, dark, suprise I wonder what road you’ve walked To what odd men you’ve surely talked I contemplate just how you came to be A person so much worse than me Set in stone by some chance combination? Determined by adolescent recreation? Whom to blame for what you are? By what fate you’ve come so far? To cross my path and make me see...
Well, now, where to start? Last time I wrote I was in the midst of mountains and forests in beautiful Northern Idaho. The weather was blissful, the scenery was soothing, my uncle was tolerable… I almost felt like I was having a good enough time to justify the ~2k mile trip out there. Two weeks of the good life passed and my other uncle called. Two days later my two uncles and I were in Chicago....
With Chicago behind me and Idaho all around me – life is certainly different. (So is the site design, eh, what do you think?) Northern Idaho is beautiful, with low humidity, plenty of sunshine, and near-perfect temperatures. Well, at least for the past four days… I’ll try not to get so far ahead of myself… Last Tuesday, moving my things went well – the thunder storms abated a bit and that was certainly a welcomed change....
I’ve been a graduate for five days now, and I already have great things in the works for this website of mine. I’m redesigning the whole place from the ground up! That’s all I can say for the moment, but keep an eye peeled for breathtaking updates shortly.
The title says it all. If you’ve been waiting to tether your Sprint Samsung Moment to your laptop, the wait is over. Well, assuming that you have root access. You can read about rooting and wifi tethering over at http://www.sdx-developers.com Specifically, if you are already rooted and looking for this EASY way to get tethering online see the thread here: moment wifi tethering how-to I’ve personally followed the instruction and everything works without a hitch, although it is currently being *tested* so… ymmv....