whats the big deal if the earth is round?

does it matter.

written by owen on 2005-Feb-28, Answer this question¹⁶

The people project » red wanting blue and me

written by michael_halvorsen, published 2005-Feb-26, comment

i went to a red wanting blue concert and was lucky enough to meet a beautiful girl named anne, left, and scott, the lead singer of red wanting blue, middle.

thats me to the right with my hair.

awesome ass show, one hell of a kick ass band.

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What is free?

is anything free anymore

written by owen on 2005-Feb-22, Answer this question¹⁵

Logbook » I would rather dance with you

written by owen, published 2005-Feb-20, comment

After a night of illegal street racing, I had to get up early for my driving lessons. Apparently you need a license in order to buy a car and drive it really slow. After eleven lessons I can drive the car at 40 kilometers per hour. Any faster an the teacher flips out (like a ninja) and goes ballistic about rules and offensive slash defensive driving. No stopping at the red lights.

I got the ibook laptop - finally. Bone stock, apparently the apple store could not add the upgrades I wanted so I am stuck with it default. All I can say about it is that it is white. Very white like michael jackson standing naked in snow. It works, nice pretty macintosh interface and it glows in the dark. In fact, it glows all the time. Smallest, cheapest one I could get. You still owe me 250 dollars. White, very white.

I listen to a wide variety of music. At any one point in a day I can go for 4 hours on pure Jazz, Blues, and House. A select amount of Trance, Techno and Pulse. Techno helps me think. Sometimes I like Salsa, Latin and Percussion, reminds me of when I went to New York and saw all the hot Puertorican single mothers. I listen to Reggae, Dancehall, Lovers Rock, Ska and Rock Steady but when you live in Jamaica its like everywhere.

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Logbook » Sweet Dreams

written by owen, published 2005-Feb-13, comment

Sometimes when you are at work, alone, late on a friday night. All the lights, monitors and the air conditioning are turned off. Before you leave you plug in the set of speakers from the cubicle on your left into your machine and you start to play something, anything - doesn't matter.

You grow to appreciate the utter loneliness of it all. Its just like in a horror movie right before somebody gets killed, dragged out into the yard and fed to wild pigs that have been starved for two days. There is nothing there but you, the darkness and the music playing through slightly muted speakers.

You play a few tracks, kick back and realise that it is getting really late. You have somewhere to go tonight but it is the same thing you did friday 2 weeks ago, 3 weeks before easter and yesterday. All your words are falling short because there is so much you want to say.

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