A new person (well, a new old person) and an old person recently came (back) into my life and I couldn’t be happier for it.
We all know it was a huge surprise that Apple approved Opera Mini for the iPhone.
After using the first legitimate, fully authorized browser on the iPhone OS as a temporary replacement for Safari today, I can see why. Plain and simple, Apple approved Opera to show the world what a fantastic browser they already had.
Opera Mini is fast, I’ll give it that. But it doesn’t matter how fast you are when pages and fonts render poorly, or when scrolling duplicates the feeling you get when browsing with a trackball on a Blackberry. Ugh.
The UI is okay. It doesn’t feel congruent with the overall appeal of iPhone OS, but that might be a benefit for you (not me). The best thing Mini has going for it are its tabbed pages and the speed with which they load.
Barring that, I’m pretty sure I’ll relegate it to furthest recesses of my app pages and only use it for science, or something like it.
The reviews are starting to trickle in. The big boys, Pogue, Mossberg, my beloved Stephen Fry, and the like dove head-first into their iPads, and now here they emerge, sopping wet with touchable kisses. The general verdict seems to be that this thing is going to change the world, albeit with a few easily surmountable limitations given the overall experience.
While Fry’s Time Magazine review, or preview, or whatever you want to call it, was easily my favorite, Pogue’s is especially interesting because he addresses his thoughts toward two audiences: the techies, and the rest of us. The techies, he says, seem bent on hating the thing. No flash? No multitasking? A manufacturing slot perfect for a camera, yet no camera? On the other hand, the rest of us seem to love it.
Now I consider myself as techie as it gets, and I think the main issue from this perspective is the focus on the bells and whistles as opposed to how we actually consume information, be it via laptop, desktop, or the printed page. For me, Flash is not a big deal. I don’t watch much TV, don’t play any Flash-based games for more than the initial oh, that’s cute (which typically lasts five minutes), and, however rude, I pretty much never click on those forwarded things people send me.
Occasionally, however, there will be something really neat that pops up in Google Reader via iPhone, and when I tap through, I get that obnoxious blue Lego. And when that happens, maybe twice per month, I just wait until I get in front of the computer, if I haven’t forgotten about it yet — which is precisely how I feel about most Flash content. No offense.
At the same time, I realize my consumption of Flash content is kind of atypical for a supposed techie. The streaming stuff, Hulu, Netflix, and so on, does seem important, and indeed I enjoy a bit of it now and then as well. But with the recent news that both Hulu and Netflix, as well as CBS and ABC, either converting [some of] their streams to HTML 5, or creating full-blown iPad-compatible apps, it seems like less of an issue. The same goes for the major news outlets: the NY Times, the Wall Street Journal, and others, are all creating compatible content. With the possible exception of Google helping Flash along with its deep integration into the Chrome OS and browser, and even with Adobe’s ironic decision to feature the near-automatic generation of iPhone OS-compatible apps from Flash CS5 content, I can’t help but think that the plug-in is becoming unnecessary for the majority — unless you’re in online education, where Flash-based courses would be AWESOME on the iPad.
On the other hand, the lack of third-party multitasking — something supposedly addressed via an Exposé-like interface in OS 4.0 — has been a pain in the ass. Obvious ones include Pandora and Meebo. Less obvious is having to exit Safari to complete a task, only to return and have to sit there while it inexplicably reloads its bloody content (more a memory issue, but often made apparent by the need to exit Safari). In those instances, I’d love to have multitasking. But, if the trade-off is stability, major reduction in performance, and/or a less seamless experience, well, for the most part notifications will do.
The one thing that really bothers me, though, is the lack of a camera. When iPad was announced, it was my first comment, and the first thing that made me say, oh, I’ll definitely wait until the second generation. I like videoconferencing quite a bit, and use it when the other end is equally comfortable with it. For some reason, being able to hold the conference in my hands seemed like such a cool thing, like carrying around a talking head in a jar from Futurama, like the people I speak with on a regular basis are so important that the world would have them preserved, forever, in this touchable interface.
Then I realized not many other people care, and Chatroulette (which isn’t compatible anyway) notwithstanding, video chatting is at least a two-way street. So, I’m willing to wait — but not long enough not to very, very much want a first-gen unit.
Indeed, over the last two months I’ve rationalized these apparent limitations and deeply observed the way I consume content in general. Do I really need this device? was the question. And while the answer is an obvious no in that none of us really need any of these things, I came to the following humble conclusion: this device is pretty much perfect for me, where the “pretty much” concerns itself mainly with the ability to type quickly and comfortably on it.
What I do on the computer, despite my perpetual wish for the latest, greatest beast of a blazing fast monster of a compact, lightweight, ceaseless battery of a device, is pared down to the following (in order of frequency):
Looking at this list, I have come to the pretty solid conclusion about how the iPad will fit into my lifestyle, and it involves possibly getting rid of two things I never thought I’d part with, my MacBook and iPhone, in lieu of two other things I never thought, or until recently even knew, I wanted, a desktop, and an iPad.
The way I look at it is this. The majority of what I do on the computer, which is consume, is catered to perfectly by the iPad. For those instances where I need more horsepower, or even just a more opportune place to write, an iMac would suit me perfectly (Core i5 or above, preferably with 8GB of RAM). It also relieves me of the awkwardness of carrying around a comparatively bulky MacBook in lieu of the svelte iPad, which I wouldn’t mind having with me.
The question then becomes, well, if I’m going to have an iPad with me all the time, do I need an iPhone? In truth, the answer is no, but in practice it’s hard to say. The beauty of the iPhone is a combination true portability, meaning it always fits in my pocket, and the fact that it’s constantly connected in a useful way (e.g. – Safari actually works for viewing most web content, completing on-the-go research tasks, and the like). Oh, it’s also a phone.
Do I really see myself whipping out an iPad for every conceivable reason I would an iPhone? Probably not, probably due to its relative unwieldiness. Still, this presents a bit of a pickle with the new iPhone rumored for July, and the fact that dollars are relatively sparse, especially when it comes to fancy shit that I, again, truly don’t need at the core.
So here’s the plan. I’m not going to get an iPad just yet (not being able to afford one helps too). I’m going to be patient and wait until the new iPhone releases to see just how mind-blowing it is, if it is. Will it really have a front-facing camera? Will it really be an A4-based screamer? More memory? A nicer screen? HD video? 802.11N? Longer battery life? A new design? More touchable? Well, if it’s all those things, plus a slew of OS 4.0 improvements as well, then maybe I won’t get an iPad after all. I’ll just upgrade from my 3G (skipped the 3GS).
However, if the new iPhone doesn’t blow my mind, I’ll likely do the unthinkable and get rid of my iPhone in lieu of a genericdumbphone and justify the purchase of an iPad by the phone bill savings. In the meantime, I’ll also be saving up for an iMac and prepping my MacBook for resale, while hoping for the perfect circumstances (lotto, published book?) that instead allow me to keep all my beloved toys while being able to afford them.
Update: The Netflix app is indeed live! (iPad-only)
From today until the end of this month, I’ll be limiting my time on the computer (including my iPhone). It’s a little experiment designed to remove myself from the deluge of information that I have somehow convinced myself is necessary.
This means:
…and I would say more music, but, well, music pretty much surrounds me all day.
And so I’ll see how it goes! If I dig it, I’ll continue.
It’s pouring out and I’m stranded in. I mean, getting wet is always a viable option, but less so when your primary means of transportation involves but two wheels. Even though LA basically falls apart in the rain, we really need it. I understand this fully. If it could just fit into a neater schedule (read: my schedule), that would be great.
I can’t wait to change you, website.
So the WSJ is confirming Apple’s Lala acquisition. I’m conflicted.
I am so very thankful to have been introduced to Dinosaur Comics a couple or so years ago. Today’s post is brilliant and plays nicely with my current perspective.
…10 years ago.
That elf snowball game. I can’t remember what it’s called and I’m too lazy to Google it and sift through any of those psycho Flash game sites to find out.
Wasn’t nearly as serene as I would have hoped (no matter how hard I tried), but I did see Fantastic Mr. Fox, which was truly and wonderfully magnificent to the point of tears. Oh, and through it all I did happen to get some excellent news.
And even though the pouch-based vegetarian mush below probably looks gross, it was actually a fairly good representation of the sorta-kinda sloppy Joe that served as my very own personal holiday feast.
Thanks to V for this brilliant take on Fox editing. Fire with fire?
Fall Be Kind. I simply cannot wait.
Oh, I’m talking about the new Animal Collective EP. Just listened to the first track, “Graze” and it was lovely.
UPDATE 11/23/09 @ 3:03AM PST – Just downloaded. Absolutely thrilled! Can’t wait to listen tonight.
UPDATE 11/23/09 @ 9:05PM PST – WOW.
Definitely worth a watch: http://www.vbs.tv/watch/uneven-terrain/oil-of-l-a–3
(For some reason the video will not embed.)
It was a good day physically. Got a lot done, including a cycling class that I was hesitant about but actually found to be a lot of fun.
After returning home and changing I rushed off to tennis. On my way out I closed the front door only to realize I didn’t have my keys. I had already instinctively locked the bottom lock from the inside. Only when I went to lock the top lock did I realize my mistake.
The result of this was my sitting outside for six hours waiting for someone to get home.
When I finally got inside I was starving so I showered, changed and turned right back around to treat myself to some Vegan Factory Thai. It was excellent as usual.
The house was nice and toasty when I got back at around 7PM. I checked some email, had some water, and went to bed. I fell asleep almost instantly. I would wake up five hours later.
It’s now 12:45AM and I’m going to be up long enough to finish this post, have some more water and go back to bed. I generally wake up at 5AM, so it will be a solid 9-hours of sleep.
Today’s Laker game made me ill as well. C’mon boys!
Yup, I did. And it was a blast.
But now I’m exhausted.
Which must mean it’s time for tennis.
– Post From My iPhone
There really isn’t much more to say on the matter.
I wish heroin and cocaine didn’t help end your life prematurely. What you did with that piano, what you did for jazz … well, from a personal perspective, let’s just say you forever changed how I hear music and I am eternally grateful. Here’s wishing you were still around. In the meantime, Speak Low.
Today is an important day. I should double check my motorcycle to make sure it starts. Need it to work.
Well, it seems like it was just a new battery. Let’s hope there isn’t something causing it to drain. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
In the meantime, I’m good to go.
My primary means of transportation is temporarily disabled due to a dead battery (I think/hope). The gym is 3.7 miles away, which translates into an approximately 1.5 hour walk (by way of reference, there was a time in my life when this would have been a 20-minute run — in other words, I’m very aware of the kind of person that looks at the 3.7 mile/1.5 hour figures and laughs).
I’m scared of not keeping pace. I’ve already missed Wing Chun today, which bothered me tremendously, and even though I got out to tennis, today was supposed to be primarily a gym day. It’s extremely easy to give myself reasons to not do this very good thing for myself, to psych myself out. It’s little challenges like these that make fitness difficult. They come up all the time. Handling them is a constant learning process.
Okay, this post was probably not necessary. But it did do one very positive thing. It made me decide to just get going. It’s 10PM-ish now. I’ll be there by 11:00-11:30, lift for an hour or so (um, cardio is done), stretch for 20-30 minutes, and walk back home. If it’s too scary, I’ll catch a bus or something.
And if I really did do it, I’ll update this post with glee. And if I didn’t, let us never speak of this again. (Or I was kidnapped.)
UPDATE 11:25 PM PST: Heh, I made it. Believe me, I’m just as surprised as you are. I just have no idea how to get back. It’s like that scene it Gattica where Ethan Hawke finally tells his brother the secret to the swim-out-in-the-ocean-as-far-as-you-can-untill-you-almost-die competition: that he never thought about saving enough energy to swim back.
Or something like that … yeah.
Time to work out now.
UPDATE #2 2:09 AM PST: Home, exhausted. Last half of return walk was brutal on the feet. G’night.
I’m about to dive ear first into The Dirty Projectors’ brilliant new album, Bitte Orca.
I’ve heard it 100 times before but not with the fancy new headphones post burn-in.
I am SO excited.
Update (one hour later): OH … MY … GOD.
Just … astonishing.
The complex vocals that seem to blend the past, present and future, the wall of intricate sound, the off-kilter tempos, the cascading melodies … could be one of the best albums of the last five years. Genius.
Just close your eyes and invest your mind and body into the experience. It’s well worth.
And don’t steal music.
UPDATE 2: Same goes for Merriweather Post Pavillion.
– Post From My iPhone
As originally appeared on my other blog, The Wing Chun Diary.
Read this humble blog long enough and you will find that music is one of my other obsessions. Unlike my very specific study of Wing Chun and only Wing Chun, my musical taste knows no bounds and is only limited to what does and does not resonate with me on a certain level while still recognizing that my concept of a level is merely one out of billions.
Like most I tend to gravitate toward certain genres. Aside from dad’s classic rock a la Zeppelin, Clapton, C.C.R. and Floyd, which I adored, I grew up listening to “classic” 90′s alternative from the grungy Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains and Smashing Pumpkins, to the more poppy Cranberries, Gin Blossoms and R.E.M. My tastes today are an extension of the music of my early life, but are nowhere near similar in terms of popularity.
While the average reader will have likely heard of the bands listed above, many find my current set list completely foreign. The Dirty Projectors? Joanna Newsom? Blonde Redhead? Maximo Park? Sigur Ros? Clem Snide? The Jealous Girlfriends? Mando Diao? Neutral Milk Hotel? Wolf Parade? Who the heck are these bands?
I guess if you’re into the Indie Rock scene to any extent, you’ve probably heard of most if not all the acts above because they’re pretty popular as quasi-obscure music goes. But if you’re a casual radio listener, you’re probably lost. This is not to say my taste in music is any better or worse than yours, it’s just slightly different from the norm (though it certainly fits into a mold, to be sure … just ask Pandora). Like wine, the notion of good music is defined by the person doing the listening — though many a sommelier and music critic would vehemently deny this (which is part of the problem).
Take my other musical passion, jazz, as an example of this fallacy of opinion. Once upon a time, I pulled this term “jazz purist” from my rear to explain my rather specific love of the “classic” piano-upright-drums trio. I never really cared for most brass winds, and I rarely if ever appreciated jazz guitar outside of the sheer skill of it (I play the guitar myself). I felt like they dominated the landscape even when they weren’t trying to. Much the same applied to jazz vocals.
As I grew older, however, my tastes matured. While I still deeply preferred the trio, I learned to appreciate what other instruments brought to the table. But there was still a fine line. For example, when the younger saxophone or guitar player insists on stepping above the quiet supplement of the pianist and/or upright during a drum solo, I find it slightly frustrating. (By the way, the fact that he was young is clearly less important; but I reference age here only to loosely demonstrate the wisdom behind the music, where the older person is often wiser than his younger counterpart.)
The same goes for any instrument, I suppose, but the moment there is a saxophone or a guitar on stage the general assumption is that it’s a lead, not an equal. Such was exemplified the other night at the jazz club when during one piece every instrument got the opportunity to trade eights … with the sax, not with one another. And when the sax wasn’t playing his part, he was still overpowering the soloists with his own fills.
Meanwhile, a few nights earlier at the same club I was blown away by the brilliant, patient simplicity of the alto player. The gentleman, no less than 65 years old and a virtuoso by any standard, just seemed to play from within, to play with balance in relation to the others, adding wonderfully to the overall lyric without taking away from any instrument. So this is what it feels like to love a quartet, I thought — classic recordings aside, of course.
To me, the alto player was a true Master of his art. When I approached him to gently shake his playing hand and swoon over his gift he seemed more surprised than I was that anyone could consider him a genius.
The more Wing Chun I do, the more I realize how similar it is to music. There is the obvious connection of music to movement as dance, but what I’m really referring to, however, is the mentality, or what I will loosely refer to as The Lyric of Wing Chun.
The alto player was, according to just about everyone in the room except for himself, a Master. We referred to him that way, he did not. There is Wing Chun there.
His movements, his sound, his patience, his efficiency, his balance, his melody from within … there is Wing Chun there, too.
The way he treated those around him, his humility, his kindness, the way people gravitated toward him … there is Wing Chun there.
Heck, he even held his sax along the center line and literally kept it there, kept his structure, as he moved the rest of his body in time with the music. There is definitely Wing Chun there.
The title of this post might seem a little weird, especially to my Sihing on this blog, who also happens to be a marketing genius. It seems to further no real objective. In light of what I’ve said above, however, consider this.
Ys is an album by the brilliant harpist, lyricist and indie butterfly, Joanna Newsom. Think of it as five 12-minute forays into J.R.R. Tolkien’s Middle Earth. Like Frodo’s journey, I find Ys is an adventure for the mind and spirit. Every time I listen to it, I discover something new about it, and, more importantly, myself.
As a new Wing Chun student, I am going through much the same with the Siu Nim Tau (a.k.a. Sil Lim Tau, Sil Lum Tao, etc.). For me it’s a journey. When I started listening to Ys, I don’t believe I understood it fully. Each musical movement within Joanna’s epic songs was new to me. Still, when the entirety of the album had passed from my ears to my mind to my soul, I knew I had encountered something deeply special, a kind of … well, the word I want to use though it is not definitively applicable is solitude.
Siu Nim Tau translates roughly into “small think head,” or small thought. While I’m still trying to wrap my small, think, head around this concept, I find that the more and more I do it, the more I practice and the less I have to think about the actual pattern (the movements themselves are another story) … the more I am able to internalize the Form. Of course, I’m almost completely green when it comes to Kung Fu, but as I listened to Ys this morning, I felt I had a breakthrough.
There is a specific track on the album called Monkey and Bear. It’s this nine-minute, twenty-nine second story about, well, Monkey and Bear, and their journey from the farm to a life together and the difficulties inherent in being so different. It just so happened that as I practiced my Siu Nim Tau this morning I had my headphones on and this song started.
What I found is that the song’s very definitive three-act structure went almost perfectly with the three sections of the Form. The first act is slow and contemplative with alternating currents of contraction and relaxation and dominates most of the song. The second and third acts are more intense with almost precise timing to the more ballistic nature of the strikes in the second and third parts of the Siu Nim Tao. If I really concentrated, I could almost time the entire Form perfectly to the song. What’s more, I found the pace was more applicable to the way I interpret the concept of small thought despite the seeming contradiction that stems from the complexity of Newsom’s sound and lyrics.
While I admit I could be on the wrong track, I feel like I’ve taken a small step, in my way, toward understanding what it feels like to internalize the form, like I lit the very first spark of my Qi.
I do this with a lot of things in my life, set them to music. Like The Lyric of Wing Chun, I feel doing so makes for the lyric of my whole life: specific events and periods set to certain songs, or even verses or movements. It’s an interesting way to think about my existence, let alone my Kung Fu. If you ever have the opportunity, try doing it for yourself. You might discover something new, something different, something meaningful, something beautiful. At the very least, you’ll have a different perspective.
And in many ways, that’s what Wing Chun and music are all about.
I wonder how many Tweets or posts or status updates or what have you there are about this.
It’s not even 6:00 PM and it’s pitch black outside. It may as well be midnight, but for the moon.
I just read that an American won the NY Marathon, something that hasn’t happened since the year I was born. This makes me very happy.
Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for making my ears so happy with your excellent headphones (at least in the case of this particular pair).
I can’t wait until that sheen wears off so I can hear what these things are truly made of. Burn-in has commenced.
It’s been too long since I’ve been to my favorite jazz club in the Valley, Charlie O’s.
Last night Chuck Berghofer and his Midnight Band were on fire, especially his pianist, Terry Somethingorother.
Brilliant, raw jazz really is the best therapy money can buy. For me, there is a certain clarity that comes with the territory. Some classical has the same effect on me, but jazz has the added benefit of a groove, cadence and randomness not normally found in classical.
I guess that’s what makes it jazz in the first place. (Besides that sweet, sweet ride.)
…and now for some … Yo La Tengo?
Yeah, well, my jazz collection is on my computer and I’m not near it at the moment. It’ll have to do.
– Post From My iPhone
There is a lot going on in my life now. Like anyone, some of what’s going on is good and some is filled with stress and turmoil. As part of my plan to tackle the latter, I’ve taken up the Wing Chun cause once again. I use the phrase “once again” tentatively because my earlier efforts were sporadic at best and took place several years ago; but at least there’s some minimal foundation and, more importantly, the proper motivation.
People have different reasons for choosing Wing Chun. Some people just want to “kick a*s”, some want to get fit, some want to compete, and so on. For me fitness is part of the equation, but the primary incentive stems from Wing Chun’s emphasis on the mental aspects of martial arts. We all know about discipline. Movies have done a good job teaching us that. What’s less obvious is the peace of mind, the confidence, the perspective and, especially in my case, becoming a better communicator through my ears as opposed to my mouth.
I’ve signed up for six months. By then I should know if I have what it takes. Either way, I’m going to do everything I can not to psych myself out. I’m going to give it my best shot.
Just bought Embryonic. I’m really excited to give it the listen it deserves. Is it the masterpiece many say it is, or are the naysayers on the right track?
Shorthand update:
The more I listen to it, the more I like it. It’s a work-in-progress. And now for some Veckatimest, an album I already think hands-down brilliant.
Try this…
…now.
Did you finish? Could you finish? Were you patient enough? Did you lose count? Did your mind wander?
It’s incredible how difficult it is to complete such a seemingly simple task.
Of course, for some this will be easy. May the Ritalin be with you.
And also with you.
Got this from Pitchfork today and watched/listened in full. It’s amazing. It also helps that KCRW is the greatest station that ever lived.
http://pitchfork.com/news/36842-watch-the-flaming-lips-play-pink-floyds-eclipse/
At least that’s what Yahoo, aggregate to the stars, has to say on the matter (see main story and first headline below). Anyway, who can blame the media for prematurely pushing out a pre-written, fill-in-the-blank story about a final involving the heavy favorite, Djokovic?

Ladies and gentleman, I give you Taylor’s Automatic Refresher of Napa, CA.
It certainly puts the five-dollar-milkshake (this one was $6.50) into perspective.
Yahoo’s front page is, as of this moment, telling millions of people not to toss their junk mail. Why? Because we’re missing out on savings.
Admittedly, this isn’t a bad reason at all. Who would want to miss out on saving money?
At the same time, it undermines everything that’s wrong about our rationale. Junk mail, in and of itself, is a massive waste, for one; and for two, businesses that pay to have junk mail made build those advertising and distribution costs into the prices of their products.
Eliminate junk mail and prices automatically go down across the board, right? Well, no. Prices will probably stay the same because that’s what happens in the real world. However, companies can continue their marketing efforts in a much more economical and environmentally friendly way by relying more heavily on this thing called the World Wide Web and, if we must have print, stopping cold-turkey and requiring that people opt-in (or have they already when they signed up for that free loyalty reward program?).
The problem is this: our inboxes are already inundated with crap and coupon websites are junk. I contend, then, that the big retailers join forces in a massive initiative to revolutionize the way retail advertising is delivered on the web. Imagine one big “Amazon” that was highly localized where mega retailers and mom-and-pops alike could advertise their products on the same playing field. If people want to touch and feel an ad, they can print it. If not, they can keep it where it belongs, in the diginternowebisphere.
And if I were President, junk mail and plastic bags would be illegal!
Well, they’re at the movies. And they’re certainly not in my wallet. So I’ll be patient.
For years now we have heard the same things from ATP touring pros: the schedule is too long, we can’t keep up.
I can’t help but agree, and if this year’s tourney in Shanghai — where SEVEN players, including Roddick, Del Potro, Monfils, Warinka, Haas, Acasuso and Zverev have withdrawn — is any indicator, the Tour is in serious trouble.
Players are becoming more and more vocal about a grueling schedule that lives them very little respite with less than one month of official off-season time per year to recover. Instead, pulling out of tournaments has become the norm — and you can’t blame ‘em! — and from a fan standpoint, it’s incredibly damaging.
My suggestion: a full-blown players strike. If the players want a better schedule, let them have their better schedule, especially if it’s going to keep them fitter and healthier for longer and prevent so many withdrawals. Forcing them to kill themselves only hurts the fans and hurts the game. In the long run we are all better off.
You can’t have a Tour without the players. Period.
STORM WATCH CALIFORNIA: MILLENNIUM EDITION!
Rain. It’s the top story in L.A. today. So far, it’s less than an inch despite reports of 3″-6″ in deadly mudslide areas. Bag up the puppy, throw poop on the roof, we’re all going to die.
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2009/10/rain-aftermath.html
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2009/10/storm-leaves-thousands-without-power-in-la.html
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2009/10/rainrelated-accident-jam-the-evening-commute.html
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2009/10/rain-movie-trailer.html
The woman across the way is reading “Love Is In The Earth: A Kaleidoscope Of Crystals”. She’s got notes out and everything.
I hope she finds what she looking for.
Okay, the first one was farce and shouldn’t really count. So let’s just say I’m zero for one and this one hurts more than you can imagine.