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New driver's license pic versus old. 5 years, 50 pounds, and a new haircut... This was the best they could do with their shitty camera. For frame of reference, the shirt I have on in the new pic is bright cherry red, and the glasses are bright gold, so it's obviously very shadowy. My hair and beard are actually quite white at this point. I'll have to get some decent pics taken in outdoor light and post them here.

You didn't notice the black panties and pussy?

Grado is a small family-run business based out of Brooklyn. I'm surprised that they even bothered to answer you. They don't really have time for that. What they really meant to say was, "Ahh, fugget about it! If you don't like it, then just go away!"

Nor a fuck. Not one fucking shit, you fuck!

Applied to 1 school for undergrad, got in, then stayed there for my masters (didn't apply anywhere else for that either), then applied to 3 schools for my Ph.D. work and got accepted at all 3 (Kansas, Nebraska and Mississippi). Went to Kansas because they were the first to offer a grad assistantship and had by far the best basketball program. Should have gone to either of the others because they were both actually interested in working with their doctoral students to help them move along in the program and finish. Left Kansas after 2 years with an MBA as a door prize, and left the door open in terms of one day returning, but then never did. Applied to 1 law school, got in, then applied to one LLM program and got in. The only school to ever turn me down for anything was North Carolina (also a great basketball school). I applied to transfer there after one year of law school. I was in the top 5% of my class after the first year, but they didn't accept a single transfer student that year, and said as much in their rejection letter which I still have somewhere. Of course, all of this was a long time ago, but I think the key is to decide where you want to go relative to where you're likely to get accepted and can afford. Coming out of high school, I didn't have the greatest grades, so I went to the community college first and then to Illinois State to finish my undergrad. Preferred U of I but figured my odds of getting accepted were nearly nil, because they just don't accept anyone but the cream of the crop coming out of high school, and almost never accept any Juco transfer students. Maybe it's just a different strategy, but I've never quite understood why everyone wants to go to the "best of the best" schools only to waste a lot of time and money on applications and then get piles of rejection letters, or worse yet, get accepted and then get thrown into an uncomfortable environment where you're at the bottom of the barrel from day one. Of course, in accounting and law, you have the CPA exam and the bar exam as neutralizers, whereas in other fields your degree and grades are all you'll ever have to show for yourself.

He's already put out an album and has his own YouTube page: http://www.youtube.c.../23/6VS9ZIcxB7k Here he is several years ago: http://www.youtube.com/user/BMacFarlaneMusic#p/u/14/-Ohq0xHT10w

Maybe some of the "undocumented workers" could be asked to pay a bit of tax on the income they earn while illegally in the US, and while we're at it, perhaps they should be granted some jail time rather than asylum.

Ok, then why don't we start with the 47% of adult Americans who don't pay any taxes at all...

Seems that the LCD-3 is now following the typical pattern. "It's frigging amazing, up there with the best of the best..." "Ya, no kidding. It's crazy good!" "X3" "Heard it and was quite impressed, but would need to hear more..." "I can see why others would really like it, and I agree that it's technically excellent, just not sure it fits with my tastes..." "It was merely "meh"..." "Really??!??! You're got to be shitting me... the (name your new high end headphone product) equals or bests all others except (name your favorite 2 or 3 others)..." ... Happened with the O2 (way back when), HD800, T2, LCD-2, and countless others. This is to be expected, and I suspect that the 009 will be next; even though the clear majority will still think it's amazing, it's just impossible for any one product to fully satisfy all listening tastes and sonic preferences.

I'm trying to imagine Larry singing the chorus of this song to the Cavalli... That's probably fair. We're just having a little fun. Don't take it personal. That's what we do here. By the way, I find all of the LCD-3 love to be quite encouraging. Can't wait to hear them myself.

Same guy is over at Head-Fi giving advice...

Not terribly good options, Shelly, but I agree with your logic in terms of having the issue fully addressed such that it won't be a lingering problem fo you. Sucks about the timing, but I hope you'll pursue this option eventually, even if not right away. This coming from someone who has been living with bad knees for several years now.

Happy birthday, Carl, my fellow white bearded friend. Glad you had a great day with Bonnie.

Happy birthday to you, Mr. Davis, sir!

Hears loud sucking sound emanating from somewhere near his wallet. Mutters, "Damn LCD-3 and Stax 009" to himself. Carries on, waiting for the next bit of exciting news from the headphone world. Reflects on Joseph Shumpeter's "creative destructionism" theory and wonders if he'll ever be able to truly enjoy his LCD-2 and Stax 007 again. But then flashes a quick smile, taking solace in the fact that he can still manage to enjoy his old hula hoop and his collection of Grados from time to time. Decides that anything is possible so long as he doesn't think too much about it, and just allows himself to get lost in the moment of the music. Yes, he still has his hula hoop, somewhere in his mom's attic probably. He's that old, and that sentimental.

Sounds like you had a good pre-birthday party in Denver. Hope you had a chance to stay an extra day or two to get in a couple of 14'ers!

You're not supposed to be jerking off when you're listening to headphones at meets. What you do at home is your own business...

Hey! We can all play!

Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!

Happy birthday, VIcki! You're 'good people' as they say, among the best of the best! Hope you get to do something fun and/or relaxing.

That made me laugh for some reason! Kind of like when you need to send a steak back because it was overcooked. "I'm sorry Big Guy Up In Sky, but I just wasn't happy with this birthday. No, no, nothing in particular. I just want a 'do over'... can I take a mulligan?" To which the BGUIS replies, "Ok, Al. I hear ya. Let's say next Tuesday. Does that work for you? Let's just reschedule it... and the dessert's on me this time." Anyway, happy belated, Al.

Ah, no need, man. This does, however, reflect well on you. You're anything but inconsiderate. (I sort of feel the same way for not responding with respect to Larry's ongoing struggles. It's hard to understand why some people have to continually battle serious health issues while others seem to have all of the luck in that department. Such a random existence, when you really think about it. Anyway, good thoughts your way, Larry.) Last night on campus, things were kind of weird. Everyone seemed to be "off" of their usual games. Some of the girls were taking it pretty rough. One got up in the middle of class to go outside to cry, and another one ran behind her to comfort her. That kind of thing. We all sat around and talked about him, but not in the story telling sense. People were just wondering what had happened, and why him, why now. I learned today from a direct conversation with one of the police officers who responded to the initial call that there were absolutely no signs of foul play, nor was there any evidence or even the slightest suggestion that his death was self inflicted. It's now just a matter of seeing what the autopsy says, and in the meantime everyone is doing what they can to cull the rumors the he hung himself and that type of nonsense that goes around so quickly in a small community like this. Thanks, everyone, for your condolences and well wishes. It's something that will stay with me for a while because he was such a likable guy who wouldn't hurt a fly even if you paid him to. We're trying to organize a memorial service for him on campus, but will wait until his funeral services have been arranged, such that our little deal will not occur until after his burial, and his family can see for themselves how much he meant to the students as well as the rest of us who were touched by his gentle soul. As I've said to myself many times these past couple of days, "Fuck!" (as I shake my head in disbelief). But life keeps marching on, as it must. It's funny, because it makes you assess your own existence and think about ways in which it might be possible to slow down here and there and smell the roses, so to speak.

A good friend of mine, both a former student and a former colleague, died the other night. Hank was about 40, give or take a year. There are all sorts of rumors flying around at this point as to whether his death was from natural causes, or not. I've heard that he died in his sleep from suffocation, but I've also heard that he hung himself. He was quite overweight (even much more so than I am) and I know that he suffered from an extreme case of sleep apnea (whereas my case is quite mild), but it definitely gives me pause. Hank was quite bright and had earned two master's degrees, yet for whatever reasons he couldn't ever seem to keep a job and was forever looking (in recent years, especially). His general disposition was kind of glum and at times he seemed almost expressionless; he didn't talk much and often seemed depressed about his physical appearance and lack of luck with women (which were things he did actually, and often, talk to me about). But he also had a masterful dry and sarcastic wit and an uncanny ability to express himself with very few words (think John Belushi with the eyebrows and devious grin followed by a cryptic comment but with no indication as to whether he was joking or not). The students at the College all loved him as a teacher and advisor, I guess because of his verbal economy in the classroom and the fact that he was such an intent listener and sort of an eerily others-oriented person. He wanted all of his students to succeed, not only in his classes, but in their lives as well. Oddly enough, he never seemed to be able to make his own life work, yet he helped so many others to make their lives work. He was the kind of person who seemed to know what everyone in the room was thinking, and could anticipate almost exactly, word for word, what they would say next. He watched people carefully. I remember one student telling me that one night just as she started to raise her hand in a class of about 30 people, Hank glanced up just for a split second and said, "We're on page 178, Lisa, problem 2." Then she went on to say, "I don't know how he does it. He was looking down at his book. He must have eyes on the top of his head, like flies do." When I asked Hank about it, he just said, "Whenever I sense movement in her general direction, I just assume that her brain has gone AWOL again." He didn't smile. I'll sure miss him; he was a good, albeit little understood, man.

I did the lawn mower search earlier this year. Wanted something that would last for a long time. Not because I have such a terribly large lot, but because it's really hard to get reliable and affordable service done on lawn movers here. So better to buy good quality and not have to replace it any day soon, or get killed on the servicing costs. Found this place: http://www.mowersdirect.com/ and had a good buying experience with them (best internet prices I could find because they specialize, cut out the middle man, etc). They sent the thing directly to my freight forwarder in Miami. I ended up getting a 42" Toro zero turn and now absolutely love cutting grass. Sometimes I go out there every 5 days or so to cut my yard, or if I have the time I'll wander through the neighborhood on a Sunday afternoon and cut several of my neighbors' yards! Just wear my UE10 Pro (since I lost my JH13 somehow) and listen to some Bob Marley on my iPod and I can be out there for hours...