The Power Of // TODO
Jun05

The Power Of // TODO

I’m old school. I started off programming with Notepad, and after testing several different peices of software over some years I’d finally settled on TextPad as my main editor of choice. Eclipse was the first true IDE (Integrated Development Environment) I used in a real world setting. While the underlying idea of an IDE really excited me, I absolutely hated using Eclipse! It was going into it’s 3rd version and there...

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Yes People, R.A.P. Is An Acronym!!!
Dec06

Yes People, R.A.P. Is An Acronym!!!

So I was responding to a comment on Google+ earlier with some…er…not as old as me people. We were chatting about the lack of creative lyrics in rap today. I mentioned that artists act like they forget what the P is RAP means, and they were completely clueless as to what I meant. They didn’t know that RAP is an acronym…Rhythmic American Poetry!!! How many of you 80s/90s babies out there didn’t know that?...

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It’s Shaping Up To Be One Of Those Days
Nov17

It’s Shaping Up To Be One Of Those Days

It’s not even 8:00 AM yet and it’s been a long day! This song popped into mind, so I figured I share.  After watching it I feel much better.  There’s still plenty of time to perfect my technique on somebody though, it’s all in the wrist!  I kid, I kid!

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Erotically Beautiful…
Mar06

Erotically Beautiful…

I love erotic art. Not lewd or raunchy material, but rather images that truly have an artistic appeal. Sometimes there is a very thin line between the two. Creating art that has an erotic side without crossing that line is an art in itself. When someone successfully pulls it off it is a very beautiful thing! My earliest memory of such was as a child flipping through my father’s record albums. I happened upon Led Zeppelin’s...

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Fatherhood
Jan25

Fatherhood

I’m a new father. My son is 8 weeks old. These past two months have been very surreal. Sometimes it still hasn’t quite sunk in, even after all of the diaper changes, feedings, sleepless nights, checking on him while he’s napping, and so on and so on. Everyone says he looks like me, but as I sit now and stare at him in his sleep I see my father. I wonder if he stared at me as a baby and saw other family member’s...

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