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Not too fond of the source material here, but we HAD to do this project, and I am a completist in uploading to youtube. (kinda) So, if the video makes little sense to you, you haven't read the play, or you are looking for something accessible and easy to watch and entertain, look elsewhere. It's just the way this had to be. On a less bleak note, Charlie Brown Dances are at some point performed in this garish mess. Byez =D
Author: jbracciante
Keywords: Edward Albee virginia woolf 12 Ap
Added: December 1, 2008
Fifth time trying to upload this....The new mpc has this garish pink thing zipping across the screen, but it puts my pieces together for me, so it kinda evens out.Painstakingly decided to not include the cars, because they were so dissonant with the Mario heads. I also greatly simplified the percussion, after seeing how cluttered Lunatic Eyes was.IMO, my Touhou masterpiece. Unless I decide to do Hartmann and it surpasses this (not likely, time investment for a single Touhou song is completely ridiculous).One day, I hope to make an Extra Boss Rush playlist, sans Necrofantasia, because PCB can kick it. =P
Author: fenix85044
Keywords: 東方 mountain of faith mario paint composer ネイティブフェイス
Added: November 30, 2008
Casimer Pascal of lavish Detroit indie-poppers PAS/CAL is one of those rare people who could claim his biggest flaw is his perfectionism and not be a big fat liar. If his septet's excellent new full-length debut (after three equally strong EPs), I Was Raised on Matthew, Mark, Luke & Laura, wasn't quite as widely anticipated as Chinese Democracy, the multi-year wait still set impossibly lofty expectations. The video for deceptively sunny standout "Summer Is Almost Here" comes as more of a surprise, seeing how it's sort of almost Thanksgiving, and Pascal's perfectionism pays off in full.In the clip, Pascal stands alone in a coat and scarf on a beach busy with surfers and sunbathers. See, the new album's Christmas-related "Little Red Radio" is actually more summery than "Summer Is Almost Here", despite all those solar-bronzed hooks; this vivid, well-done video brings out the narrator's sense of detachment from the simple-minded glee and garish flesh of the summer spectacle. "Short pants are a sign of weakness/ Sunglasses hide a mental vacuum," Pascal sings. Personally, sometimes I actually like a little simple-minded glee and garish flesh, but not when it's cold inside. And I definitely can't afford to look forward to any of that shit when winter is still on its way. Directed by Keira Alexandra with Andy Miller.Taken from:http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/download/147645-pitchforktv-pas-cal-summer-is-almost-here-video-premiere
Author: PASslashCAL
Keywords: pas/cal pascal pas-cal iwrommll summer casimer magistery video
Added: November 26, 2008
From a poetic entry in his collected writings called, A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN,Stanley Pacion describes how love might overwhelm a person in an instant, and then leads to things of unimaginable greatness.http://stanley.pacion.googlepages.com/homepage contains words/text for all poems, plus other images and poems. "When a child I played, entertained myself with crystal sets, later I became a ham radio operator. The fact that I now have an audience of several thousands and growing, that this audience has become increasingly world-wide, and that it hears and sees me while I read my lyric and prose is nothing short of astounding. I love my YouTube!" For this POEM ....Original BLOG LISTING 25 November 2008. http://stanleypacion.blogspot.com/search?q=MOOD+SUBJUNCTIVE%2C+Edit+IIOr Use BLOG SEARCH (upper left corner) to Locate:MOOD SUBJUNCTIVE Don't get me wrong. Should I appear distracted, Look knocked out by the light.You make a very strong performance, A singularity round whose axis my mind spins.I remember once, years ago,When I landed in New York,After living a year and half in Europe, How the neon of AmericaSeemed so awesomely garish, and bright.Yet, when I close my eyes and picture it, All seems pale before the radiance of your face.Two people may meet for morning breakfast,Look out the café's window at the steady rain,Walk here and there along avenues ofInviting store fronts, and before the day is overFall into hopeless passion one for the other,As though there be something in the air,Perhaps some electromagnetic charge.So the occasional electricity might overwhelm us. Or cupid steals behind fixtures of thoroughfares.(That day I spied him crouched near a mailbox,When we began to walk main street in Point Pleasant!) The winged child pulls from his quiver arrows. They drip wet with potion. Once he aims And shots them, grievously they tear mortal fleshMaking for a ruckus extraordinaire And expectations suddenly become great. This romance now so hard upon me,This love I must ardently profess is, if you please,Couched, subjunctive, a mood, A grammar I use so to temperMy over-wrought affection and quietThe immodest verse and elevated parlance, It provides relief for prophetic mantle I assume, The all too far-out attitude, the conceitWhose command animates this verse.Were I not to employ this principle of language,One might believe that my love for you be shameless. Understand. I solely express my own wish and desire, All I say remains contingent,Of a mind still hypothetical and dependent. I do not use the imperative, I make no demand. I have no special outcome in mind. I live in the fortress called Zion, And come from it in the Pilgrims' coat and hat.I look in the mirror and see their collar and tie.And, like those passengers on board the Mayflower, I know the Lord to be my helper. I fear not.Who among your former friends has ever said it better?And were you to live long and hearty life,As all actuaries predict, What future friend might ever say it better?And should you for a moment consider,This lyric arrive, transcending everyday concerns,That it join, Sentiment Supreme, Him, the real pilot,When we drove in the white, Ford van and crossedJersey's North shore highways, while the brown,Oh that magic, gentle, dream-like, living, pale, ethereal, And somewhat golden light accented the downpours,Whose constant unleashed falling, seemed more Like the storm the Lord had promised Noah,Than any explicable, temporary weather.Wie es eigentlich gewesen war.'The carriage held but just us -- and immortality.' And since we first drove around together, Though it is months ago, It feels shorter than the day,I first surmised the engine's mounts Were tied to point, and we, too, were belted,Hurled straight ahead in covenant with eternity.
Author: StanleyPacion
Keywords: dating love lust prophecy Stanley Pacion poetry
Added: November 25, 2008
From a poetic entry in his collected writings called, A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN,Stanley Pacion describes how love might overwhelm a person in an instant, and then leads to things of unimaginable greatness.http://stanley.pacion.googlepages.com/homepage contains words/text for all poems, plus other images and poems. "When a child I played, entertained myself with crystal sets, later I became a ham radio operator. The fact that I now have an audience of several thousands and growing, that this audience has become increasingly world-wide, and that it hears and sees me while I read my lyric and prose is nothing short of astounding. I love my YouTube!" For this POEM ....Original BLOG LISTING 25 November 2008. http://stanleypacion.blogspot.com/search?q=MOOD+SUBJUNCTIVE%2C+Edit+IIOr Use BLOG SEARCH (upper left corner) to Locate:MOOD SUBJUNCTIVE Don't get me wrong. Should I appear distracted, Look knocked out by the light.You make a very strong performance, A singularity round whose axis my mind spins.I remember once, years ago,When I landed in New York,After living a year and half in Europe, How the neon of AmericaSeemed so awesomely garish, and bright.Yet, when I close my eyes and picture it, All seems pale before the radiance of your face.Two people may meet for morning breakfast,Look out the café's window at the steady rain,Walk here and there along avenues ofInviting store fronts, and before the day is overFall into hopeless passion one for the other,As though there be something in the air,Perhaps some electromagnetic charge.So the occasional electricity might overwhelm us. Or cupid steals behind fixtures of thoroughfares.(That day I spied him crouched near a mailbox,When we began to walk main street in Point Pleasant!) The winged child pulls from his quiver arrows. They drip wet with potion. Once he aims And shots them, grievously they tear mortal fleshMaking for a ruckus extraordinaire And expectations suddenly become great. This romance now so hard upon me,This love I must ardently profess is, if you please,Couched, subjunctive, a mood, A grammar I use so to temperMy over-wrought affection and quietThe immodest verse and elevated parlance, It provides relief for prophetic mantle I assume, The all too far-out attitude, the conceitWhose command animates this verse.Were I not to employ this principle of language,One might believe that my love for you be shameless. Understand. I solely express my own wish and desire, All I say remains contingent,Of a mind still hypothetical and dependent. I do not use the imperative, I make no demand. I have no special outcome in mind. I live in the fortress called Zion, And come from it in the Pilgrims' coat and hat.I look in the mirror and see their collar and tie.And, like those passengers on board the Mayflower, I know the Lord to be my helper. I fear not.Who among your former friends has ever said it better?And were you to live long and hearty life,As all actuaries predict, What future friend might ever say it better?And should you for a moment consider,This lyric arrive, transcending everyday concerns,That it join, Sentiment Supreme, Him, the real pilot,When we drove in the white, Ford van and crossedJersey's North shore highways, while the brown,Oh that magic, gentle, dream-like, living, pale, ethereal, And somewhat golden light accented the downpours,Whose constant unleashed falling, seemed more Like the storm the Lord had promised Noah,Than any explicable, temporary weather.Wie es eigentlich gewesen war.'The carriage held but just us -- and immortality.' And since we first drove around together, Though it is months ago, It feels shorter than the day,I first surmised the engine's mounts Were tied to point, and we, too, were belted,Hurled straight ahead in covenant with eternity.
Author: StanleyPacion
Keywords: dating love lust prophecy Stanley Pacion poetry
Added: November 25, 2008
From a poetic entry in his collected writings called, A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN,Stanley Pacion describes how love might overwhelm a person in an instant, and then leads to things of unimaginable greatness.http://stanley.pacion.googlepages.com/homepage contains words/text for all poems, plus other images and poems. "When a child I played, entertained myself with crystal sets, later I became a ham radio operator. The fact that I now have an audience of several thousands and growing, that this audience has become increasingly world-wide, and that it hears and sees me while I read my lyric and prose is nothing short of astounding. I love my YouTube!" For this POEM ....Original BLOG LISTING 25 November 2008. http://stanleypacion.blogspot.com/search?q=MOOD+SUBJUNCTIVE%2C+Edit+IIOr Use BLOG SEARCH (upper left corner) to Locate:MOOD SUBJUNCTIVE Don't get me wrong. Should I appear distracted, Look knocked out by the light.You make a very strong performance, A singularity round whose axis my mind spins.I remember once, years ago,When I landed in New York,After living a year and half in Europe, How the neon of AmericaSeemed so awesomely garish, and bright.Yet, when I close my eyes and picture it, All seems pale before the radiance of your face.Two people may meet for morning breakfast,Look out the café's window at the steady rain,Walk here and there along avenues ofInviting store fronts, and before the day is overFall into hopeless passion one for the other,As though there be something in the air,Perhaps some electromagnetic charge.So the occasional electricity might overwhelm us. Or cupid steals behind fixtures of thoroughfares.(That day I spied him crouched near a mailbox,When we began to walk main street in Point Pleasant!) The winged child pulls from his quiver arrows. They drip wet with potion. Once he aims And shots them, grievously they tear mortal fleshMaking for a ruckus extraordinaire And expectations suddenly become great. This romance now so hard upon me,This love I must ardently profess is, if you please,Couched, subjunctive, a mood, A grammar I use so to temperMy over-wrought affection and quietThe immodest verse and elevated parlance, It provides relief for prophetic mantle I assume, The all too far-out attitude, the conceitWhose command animates this verse.Were I not to employ this principle of language,One might believe that my love for you be shameless. Understand. I solely express my own wish and desire, All I say remains contingent,Of a mind still hypothetical and dependent. I do not use the imperative, I make no demand. I have no special outcome in mind. I live in the fortress called Zion, And come from it in the Pilgrims' coat and hat.I look in the mirror and see their collar and tie.And, like those passengers on board the Mayflower, I know the Lord to be my helper. I fear not.Who among your former friends has ever said it better?And were you to live long and hearty life,As all actuaries predict, What future friend might ever say it better?And should you for a moment consider,This lyric arrive, transcending everyday concerns,That it join, Sentiment Supreme, Him, the real pilot,When we drove in the white, Ford van and crossedJersey's North shore highways, while the brown,Oh that magic, gentle, dream-like, living, pale, ethereal, And somewhat golden light accented the downpours,Whose constant unleashed falling, seemed more Like the storm the Lord had promised Noah,Than any explicable, temporary weather.Wie es eigentlich gewesen war.'The carriage held but just us -- and immortality.' And since we first drove around together, Though it is months ago, It feels shorter than the day,I first surmised the engine's mounts Were tied to point, and we, too, were belted,Hurled straight ahead in covenant with eternity.
Author: StanleyPacion
Keywords: dating love lust prophecy Stanley Pacion poetry
Added: November 25, 2008
From a poetic entry in his collected writings called, A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN,Stanley Pacion describes how love might overwhelm a person in an instant, and then leads to things of unimaginable greatness.http://stanley.pacion.googlepages.com/homepage contains words/text for all poems, plus other images and poems. "When a child I played, entertained myself with crystal sets, later I became a ham radio operator. The fact that I now have an audience of several thousands and growing, that this audience has become increasingly world-wide, and that it hears and sees me while I read my lyric and prose is nothing short of astounding. I love my YouTube!" For this POEM ....Original BLOG LISTING 25 November 2008. http://stanleypacion.blogspot.com/search?q=MOOD+SUBJUNCTIVE%2C+Edit+IIOr Use BLOG SEARCH (upper left corner) to Locate:MOOD SUBJUNCTIVE Don't get me wrong. Should I appear distracted, Look knocked out by the light.You make a very strong performance, A singularity round whose axis my mind spins.I remember once, years ago,When I landed in New York,After living a year and half in Europe, How the neon of AmericaSeemed so awesomely garish, and bright.Yet, when I close my eyes and picture it, All seems pale before the radiance of your face.Two people may meet for morning breakfast,Look out the café's window at the steady rain,Walk here and there along avenues ofInviting store fronts, and before the day is overFall into hopeless passion one for the other,As though there be something in the air,Perhaps some electromagnetic charge.So the occasional electricity might overwhelm us. Or cupid steals behind fixtures of thoroughfares.(That day I spied him crouched near a mailbox,When we began to walk main street in Point Pleasant!) The winged child pulls from his quiver arrows. They drip wet with potion. Once he aims And shots them, grievously they tear mortal fleshMaking for a ruckus extraordinaire And expectations suddenly become great. This romance now so hard upon me,This love I must ardently profess is, if you please,Couched, subjunctive, a mood, A grammar I use so to temperMy over-wrought affection and quietThe immodest verse and elevated parlance, It provides relief for prophetic mantle I assume, The all too far-out attitude, the conceitWhose command animates this verse.Were I not to employ this principle of language,One might believe that my love for you be shameless. Understand. I solely express my own wish and desire, All I say remains contingent,Of a mind still hypothetical and dependent. I do not use the imperative, I make no demand. I have no special outcome in mind. I live in the fortress called Zion, And come from it in the Pilgrims' coat and hat.I look in the mirror and see their collar and tie.And, like those passengers on board the Mayflower, I know the Lord to be my helper. I fear not.Who among your former friends has ever said it better?And were you to live long and hearty life,As all actuaries predict, What future friend might ever say it better?And should you for a moment consider,This lyric arrive, transcending everyday concerns,That it join, Sentiment Supreme, Him, the real pilot,When we drove in the white, Ford van and crossedJersey's North shore highways, while the brown,Oh that magic, gentle, dream-like, living, pale, ethereal, And somewhat golden light accented the downpours,Whose constant unleashed falling, seemed more Like the storm the Lord had promised Noah,Than any explicable, temporary weather.Wie es eigentlich gewesen war.'The carriage held but just us -- and immortality.' And since we first drove around together, Though it is months ago, It feels shorter than the day,I first surmised the engine's mounts Were tied to point, and we, too, were belted,Hurled straight ahead in covenant with eternity.
Author: StanleyPacion
Keywords: dating love lust prophecy Stanley Pacion poetry
Added: November 25, 2008
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MySpace is not known for good design. Its garish profiles make designers nauseous. And yet, there are signs of hope: we’ve tracked down 50 MySpace music layouts that are quite remarkable. Stylish. Stunningly well-conceived. Beautiful, even.Could it be that MySpace profiles aren’t all bad? You be the judge.
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With Thanksgiving come and gone, the holidays are officially upon us. It is a time for joy, for reunion, for family and friends. It is also time for the rampant consumerism that continues to strangle our so-called “civilized” society to rear its garish, ugly head once more.
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Featuring string vests, garish outfits and plenty of flesh...
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If you’re a fan of modern prefab architecture and you’re raising little ones, you’ll probably love the Mini Modern Play Shed. Part Case-Study home, part play-house, the Mini Modern Prefab proves that kid’s design doesn’t need to be garish or overly cutesy. Architect Ryan Grey Smith, known for his adult-sized Modern-Shed is bringing prefab [...]
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Menacing flying forms and garish colors are a mark of the Halloween season. They also stand out in this cosmic close-up of the eastern Veil Nebula. The Veil Nebula itself is a large supernova remnant, the expanding debris cloud from the death explosion of a massive star.
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Across the street from the garish colors and outdoor tables of Pambiché, the strip mall housing Dove Vivi Pizza is a calm, unassuming location.
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let us not ignore the fact that there are lot of things about Karzzzz / Karz that fail to live up to our expectations. The art direction is so shoddy that you wonder if it is some kind of a joke. Billionaire Ravi Verma's (Dino Morea) palace is located in Cape Town, in the midst of a stunning vineyard. But once inside, you are treated to garish
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The Samsung LN52A650 is really different. Can you believe it is actually dressed in bright red! This is in direct contrast to the glossy black models, like the Samsung LE-52A557P, that are crowding the market, and while the garish colour ordeal might scare off many, others will be equally attracted to its unique appearance.
http://digg.com/gadgets/Samsung_LN52A650_Don_t_Judge_me_by_my_Looks
HANOI The lake into which John McCain parachuted after his Navy plane was shot down is now surrounded by chic restaurants, cellphone stores and motorcycle dealerships. The prison camp where he confessed to being a "black criminal" has been turned into a multiplex cinema showing garish American movies. A five-star hotel occupies the site of the "Han
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Malik Rahim is one of the heroes of post-Katrina New Orleans who, along with three others, formed the famous Common Ground Collective, which has fed, clothed and met the health needs of thousands of New Orleanians since Katrina hit. Malik paints, in a Sept 7, 2005 radio interview from the Algiers district of NOLA, a far more garish picture.
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