<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443</id><updated>2011-11-01T13:15:38.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Jarboe</title><subtitle type='html'>sound , opera , writing , dvd audio, tape transfers, urban planning , acoustic engineering, violin arrangements, guitar design , voice.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-2350187733788457967</id><published>2011-11-01T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:15:38.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metopia - The Plan For Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/17688326/Metopia.zip"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;, is the folder. I have actual drawings I haven't scanned them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-2350187733788457967?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/2350187733788457967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=2350187733788457967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/2350187733788457967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/2350187733788457967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2011/11/metopia-plan-for-seattle.html' title='Metopia - The Plan For Seattle'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-6127994800829588941</id><published>2011-06-12T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T14:18:20.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5pwrCw_IQA/TfUsZ64GasI/AAAAAAAAAPI/E0YiviODugc/s1600/screen%2Bin%2Bjune.tiff" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="343" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5pwrCw_IQA/TfUsZ64GasI/AAAAAAAAAPI/E0YiviODugc/s400/screen%2Bin%2Bjune.tiff" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it Foly, Folie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I wish I could remember who first demonstrated the concept. He had grid set up on the floor: several square areas of different textures. When he walked on them they produced sounds meant to resemble dust , leaves , sand and flooring . I don't know quite what else. He then told me that now I was a Foley artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Some film makers don't use foley , or prefer not to think of it by that name; preferring natural sound , nothing , or music composition. It probably became popular when actors began to overdub their lines, freeing the camera crew to make more adventurous shots without having to bother recording sound accurately, yet sometimes leaving the ambience unconvincingly empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The psychological state of the participants is often more interesting than the actual sound of frontage, machinery and nature. What a person wants and the composition taking place in order to drive out the din of the world selectively in order to accomplish something worthwhile being apropos .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Listening to mini disc recording from '99, some of which sounded rather thin , uncertain and unmelodius yet didn't psychologically negate the listener.I'm thinking it possible to use a carefully selected series of these psychological musical excursions in close conjunction not with the way a person moves so mach as the motivation for moving that way, the acting. The idea to create a feeling of empathy rather than a psychological onslaught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course the technique has been put in practice many times , even as a commercial sound library. The efforts and titles for psychological description are often times simplistic and ineffective, sometimes admirable attempts at being placating or rather general. It hasn't been tried very much with my compositions because I have never been that organized. The pacing and the syntax are different . There have been organized desperadoes who produced empathy inducing mood music quite popularly; probably none with present day technology and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The idea is to allow something else to exist besides that which kills us .It is where sound design meets dance ; foley isn't.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MgURamY3ZOs/TfUs-qB6DHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wm6bGCvKAVY/s1600/screen%2Bin%2Bjune%2Bcrop.tiff" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="52" width="137" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MgURamY3ZOs/TfUs-qB6DHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wm6bGCvKAVY/s320/screen%2Bin%2Bjune%2Bcrop.tiff" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-6127994800829588941?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/6127994800829588941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=6127994800829588941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/6127994800829588941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/6127994800829588941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2011/06/foley.html' title='Foley'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5pwrCw_IQA/TfUsZ64GasI/AAAAAAAAAPI/E0YiviODugc/s72-c/screen%2Bin%2Bjune.tiff' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-3795845736395892069</id><published>2011-04-28T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T08:55:30.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>Oh Thank God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a song I was searching... couldn't find the lyrics for a recreation even . I don't like much recreations , though sometimes they are clearer. I remembered some of the first lines ( it's a hi phop number actually I don't much like hip hop) Twenty One and un sure of the 'ture and the immature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some of the chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a young woman who takes much risk, and although it isn't about someone in specific I hope it empowers those who probably inspired it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;present coming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-3795845736395892069?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/3795845736395892069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=3795845736395892069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/3795845736395892069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/3795845736395892069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2011/04/22.html' title='22'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-6769425813141377849</id><published>2010-06-26T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:04:42.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>microcassette 3</title><content type='html'>excuse me please for being the world's worst disk jockey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(of course now you aren't going to excuse me; the way I was brought up has something to do with it, can't be other than what I am. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/separate14/microcassette3-side1"&gt; This is a microcassette&lt;/a&gt; I've been listening with great pleasure and the transfer is luxurious enough to forfeit shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the songs are from a probably never to be released audio dvd ' White Supremist' ; there is only one dvd-r disc so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these songs later had overdubs,  the realization of focussed voice together with the initial impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-making transfers of compositions recorded without operating a computer (o.k. minidisc recorders have a small microprocessor yet it can mostly be ignored and it doesn't object) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing against computers- marvelous machines really ; it's nice to get away from frowning trying to find the cursor in order to save the file ( 'curser?' I wonder if 'fil' is related to 'filial' for brother , I 'll consider research- those dictionary makers don't know everything- that's why it's a living language, though they know quite a bit ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track listing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Please ,miss sunup'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you won't notice this is the second time I've said please in this article )  is a song about performing and duking it out with guys for various reasons and meeting the most amazing amazonial women and not knowing what to do with them and later realizing that I might have inspired them though they are not in love with me , perhaps in love with something they imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you realize I love you - this is why I explain such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doer and the socialite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( in between the proper songs are 'advertisements' for other tracks. I didn't  plan to advertise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violin mantra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little violin playing reaches far; another of those songs that might sound better with a girl or two singing- doesn't everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read of the superiority of calfskin heads in places like tape-op magazine. I usually thought of a professional , or established pseudo-professional with a mic'ed  ludwig drum-set or similar and that person not resorting to mylar drum heads. I'd never thought of my drums from sri-lanka ( formerly  ceylon ) and west africa and that I might have some kind of kinship with he people who made them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody isn't the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's concerned with those instantaneous revelations while walking up the street and encountering total strangers and figuring out why they are not total strangers. -well, it's about more than that: there is  a reason I write text instead of composing songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much rot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds of a floorshow , a vamp - almost like 'The brazilian girls'  or other recording acts I rather despise; though I adore and respect actual brazilian girls and admire some people who like the recording act. It's a song basically about how it's easy to lose one's highest aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instrumental composition &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overdub said something about  pictures of frogspawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an expert from a drum and bass composition which I could find the original completeness  eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More goatskins. Shoddy: it's a song about someone who initiates everything of importance and therefore is deprecated , ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song which shares the same basic riff ;note wise though perhaps not harmonically - as ' My Pagan Ass' by Brain Donor and 'There's Only One Way' (to rock ) by Sammy Hagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Standing_Hampton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once thought Sammy Hagar was lame , I still think 'Heavy Metal ' that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( like the snare drum in this one…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Something about northern germany. Borgwaards were manufactured in Bremen : I've actually sort of lived there - very-amazing place with some very nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a setting for a psalm from the anglican prayer book; I don't try to get too churchy , or replace the established church: I'm more interested in "psychic automatism inspired by divine will " to quote André Breton, though the translation of the Surrealist Manifesto you might have read in an art history book probably glossed over that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this was slowed down to half-speed in the original recording; I imagine it sounds like early church harmoniums that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(takes a lot of wind power) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song about 'Yes , my girlfriend, No , my girlfriend' , well you can imagine what that's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' In my Chocolate Bach-lit lifestyle'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-6769425813141377849?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/6769425813141377849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=6769425813141377849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/6769425813141377849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/6769425813141377849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2010/06/microcassette-3.html' title='microcassette 3'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-1518212401760811189</id><published>2010-06-12T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:55:03.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>auto obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/TBPIP0zEZuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jjbcONI2MD4/s1600/img011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/TBPIP0zEZuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jjbcONI2MD4/s400/img011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481945345636460258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it is powered by a V10 , which runs on biofuel as well as standard ( premium ) gasoline . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the engine design is similar to one built by audi , it is tooled to a higher standard , to the point where fewer gaskets are required ,  and parts fit together and create seals making for a lighter more efficient mechanism .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the auto is quite lightweight overall,  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/TBPHwaVJniI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QAgxdSkMedM/s1600/img012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/TBPHwaVJniI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QAgxdSkMedM/s400/img012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481944805955706402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more manual than most high performance sports cars .  i am thinking a manual transmission and almost retro nostalgic styling for the inside .  more minimal and firmer than most car interiors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  the sound system has knobs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  there are few gimmicks :  i am thinking  horn loaded speakers  which project outward to the street through the wheel well/ side panel compartments , and a sub woofer which emanates from underneath the trunk . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  there is adequate trunk space and perhaps two gasoline tanks plus a spare tire .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  probably white walls or amber walls .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i'm thinking twin superchargers, a quite robust electrical system .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -scanned drawings of this above mentioned automobile,  the decent looking profile didn't turn&lt;br /&gt; out  (note example 3 )  and i may leave it that way or rescan ; deepening on how i feel about someone using my design , derivative as it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/TBaVDjbA0hI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BY50KYUfAP8/s1600/img009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 78px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/TBaVDjbA0hI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BY50KYUfAP8/s400/img009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482733484650844690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -also wrote an essay on the future of automobiles and enviro-friendliness for "http:/iitstimeforhope.com" ; discovered i was about a year late and the winners had been announced. just for the sake of comparison here is my essay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i am inspired by recent developments in the automotive industry ,  or at least 2 or 3 different marques .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Volkswagen  AG  is always  amazing in their pioneering engineering using biofuels and increasing fuel efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Most conspicuous is the Bentley line and its models being easily adaptable to consume bio gasoline with no loss in performance. More bizarrely , and probably never made available in the united states,  is the diesel V12 Audi R8 which is supposed to emit no toxins to the atmosphere . How they do it is another story , and I  can almost hear the tasteless jokes without speaking with any mechanics . It looks like they use some kind of catalytic converter with urea in the exhaust system ; don't ask where that comes from .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   One car that might astound me if I ever see one on the street is the Lamborghini Estoque hybrid .  It may only be a rumor and I'm really wondering where the gasoline and electric engines are situated on the chassis and how the drive trains, transmission will function . It seems innovative that the manufacturer is planning on marketing a four door family car based on cabin space and function after a history of producing cars where the engine, the top speed was the central design criterion; everything else being subsequent .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I really should contact them with my colour choices , don't know any Volkswagen AG designers ,  so if you see any please try to describe a deep glossy lime green - the darkest shade you could make it and still call it lime,  then what could be called 'mother of pearl' ,  an off white with hints of grey and hot pink; also very glossy.&lt;br /&gt;A dark charcoal gray with a warm copperish brown tint ,  it might be called gunmetal though it is flatter more utilitarian than the shade used by the other famous italian car manufacturer whose name it is a sacrilege to mention in the same paragraph as its associated rival and whose praise I shall sing shortly. Finally a medium blue with a hint of grey and periwinkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Of course all the colours mentioned above are similar to other manufacturer's choices of colours,  there is a difference in the intensity , the daring use of colour  which generally doesn't appear on the outside of automobiles.  It matters to me , even if a person isn't affluent enough to afford a new automobile ,  one might be inspired by a different tone and view the world in a different light .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  More inspiring to me even than the use and increasing cost effectiveness of bio-fuels is the entire process of car manufacture and who owns the factory .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Several Italian cities have essentially socialist government and some of the car factories are owned by the workers ,  this eliminates the need to pay managers who demand high salaries and makes it possible to offer a very high standard of product at a price that is viable in today's market .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm impressed not only by Maserati's high aesthetic and engineering standards and the ability to fuse working class practice  with the needs and tastes of wealthy capitalists; I admire their successes in producing fuel efficient engines .  Although a 4.2 or .7 liter V8 may burn a large amount of petrol (actually gas mileage is respectable taking into consideration the horsepower ) the engines operate efficiently through conventional means ( fine mechanical tolerances , carefully machined parts )  and the result is very low emissions of toxic chemicals into the atmosphere .  I also like the idea of a car which has  high resale value and is driven for appropriate reasons .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Maserati is inspiring in that their choices of colours are mostly , or entirely sky colours ,  anyone may posses the sky , it is a matter of looking upwards. Not anyone is able to arrive in style . The interior colours are terra firma, beach and land.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-1518212401760811189?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/1518212401760811189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=1518212401760811189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/1518212401760811189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/1518212401760811189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2010/06/auto-obsession.html' title='auto obsession'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/TBPIP0zEZuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jjbcONI2MD4/s72-c/img011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-4818048118297929027</id><published>2010-06-10T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:48:18.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>optical transfer</title><content type='html'>making an optical transfer from a computer to a minidisc .  This is more involved than describing it; try it , it's fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There's also the matter of having a song to play ,  you don't want to forget that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Transfers which are entirely numbers,  which don't involve any analogue coloration or room ambience often have a result of being very constricting , sometimes almost sickening to my senses. There is also a liberation which is possible when one breaks out at the end ( like leaving a tunnel ) and returns to the atmosphere .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I also noticed that when I was running the sequence there was a message stating that the midi output did not synchronize with the clocking of an external device .  I was probably sending midi data to the optical output built into the computer ,  and the message vanished when I switched that output to the sound card .  - wondering  if there are devices which receive midi via optical input  and whether midi is still really midi spec or higher resolution ,  closer timing .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-4818048118297929027?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/4818048118297929027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=4818048118297929027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/4818048118297929027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/4818048118297929027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2010/06/optical-transfer.html' title='optical transfer'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-8292265494176531147</id><published>2009-07-05T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:33:35.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>social</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SlF9UgyoM5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/sOtlhh4xMFs/s1600-h/untitled_92.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SlF9UgyoM5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/sOtlhh4xMFs/s400/untitled_92.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355199223273370514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SlF9UjNGFfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WIRP7DKoZSU/s1600-h/untitled_104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SlF9UjNGFfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WIRP7DKoZSU/s400/untitled_104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355199223921251826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SlF9UVma_pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wmngjVZUo94/s1600-h/untitled+90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SlF9UVma_pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wmngjVZUo94/s400/untitled+90.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355199220269383314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in listening to my music compositions i find that it takes wading through the tedium to get to the sublime ( of course , the sublime was the tedium the next time ) and i'm realizing this is some of the value of nerve; that one has the nerve to be one's own composition in order that others may enjoy them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SlF4UJ9Gu4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/WGlsM4-pXZ0/s1600-h/untitled_98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SlF4UJ9Gu4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/WGlsM4-pXZ0/s400/untitled_98.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355193719585160066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -used to concern myself about not getting it together more socially. where i might have been , or just ordinary never occurred to me. what i imagined seemed quite out there to most . i imagine now a kind of apogee and perigee , like sine waves in musical thought. it's a way of getting beyond what is impossible to what is sensible.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SlF5G3clXrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QKhcJ4Z2ru8/s1600-h/untitled_93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SlF5G3clXrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QKhcJ4Z2ru8/s400/untitled_93.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355194590790246066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( for world outreach, how about? 'we'd like out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(concerning a dvd audio transfer from tape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i have a certain kind of splashiness i don't find it anyplace else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; some of this is really bad , i don't have the heart to edit it, or i have the heart not to edit it. -must be similar to the feeling dressmakers feel with a bolt of gorgeous fabric and an iffy pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  the next song somewhere had a vocal line about the twenty fifth century. -hopefully by then more people will be listening to good instrumental music, there will at least be different vocalists. - there is a difference between animism : hearing the spirit or life in an object , and hearing the voice from what isn't an object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...not deciding where the revelations are going to be in order that one might experience the revelations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  drums in heaven , what business is it of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  on this version since the nineties there is a guitar  overdub for shure and later reverberation and flying monkey synth performing the major key re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; transparency adequately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  goes on presently for eternity and just because something happens doesn't mean that life is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  eventually segues inro raw raw rock with the sustained quick echoes. --nearly gave up on music after this one; lying face down on the carpet wondering what i'd done and if there's a better activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  it's possible i built my own microphone yet unlikely. it was probably the only microphone i had and had to sing really quite forcefully to get any signal, yet i still tried to make it sound smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  something about on the way to the beach house, a rather bluesy number ; makes me think of the doors , might sound easy it isn't . neither is putting in a few whoops adequate; on playback it sounds like real whoops yet rather cheesy. the real takes effort dedication and meditation , even if you are without medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  something you'd listen to in a cave in the summer with friends .&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SlF7KGHOQ5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/j_u9gQOiods/s1600-h/untitled_95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SlF7KGHOQ5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/j_u9gQOiods/s400/untitled_95.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355196845290046354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-8292265494176531147?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/8292265494176531147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=8292265494176531147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/8292265494176531147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/8292265494176531147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2009/07/social.html' title='social'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SlF9UgyoM5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/sOtlhh4xMFs/s72-c/untitled_92.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-2006350895900117451</id><published>2009-06-26T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:23:39.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the gloaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SkVbdXkvo3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/do0szQfKu1M/s1600-h/Snapshot+2009-06-22+18-52-42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SkVbdXkvo3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/do0szQfKu1M/s400/Snapshot+2009-06-22+18-52-42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351784292302168946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;... i was accomplishing an album titled 'the gloaming' , i didn't tell anyone until now , the files were erased while backing up the system. a few fragments and maybe even a song or two were recovered after some search party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   the best news is that some of the musical ideas since then have reappeared and they seem stronger perhaps having more depth and feel comfortable with themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  one of the songs which disappeared was titled 'relationship destroying nonsense' , and it was almost an unbearable listening session though most rewarding.the only faint reference or comparison which a few of you might luckily recognize is iggy pop's ( james osterberg?) movie soundtrack to the bikini contest scene in 'the possibility of an island'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  there was also a monkish (choral writing) bit where i made sense of the words to the above and titled 'rel des non'. i even used something i learned from 'the science of the singing voice' . it takes years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  the over arcing concept was likely inspired by those edwardian children's books which often provide more meaning to the adults who read. in thinking this over i understand that to make an adult theme impressive to children is a mark of high and accomplished style and not a weakness. e. nesbitt was probably an influence and maybe even rudyard kipling, though my attempts to set kipling's verses to music fell flat somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i had to write my own lyrics for anything to come of it, drawing inspiration from those lengthy victorian poems about brave children dying ( manifest destiny...) bird songs et cetera....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  in recovering what was possible i found a segued song collection ,none of them sound familiar from the release on retinascan , one of the pieces features a violin though i cannot figure out how the sound was made. strange acoustic phenomena occur when one utilizes violins through preamps. it's mostly certainly a violin and me playing it; no one else was present with the instrument. it sounds different from the way i play and unrecognized yet appealing - plan on making a file to send soundcloud a sort of podcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a few more highlights of the missing mega-album: there was a line which i really hope no one heard. it was at the end of a verse , bridge ; and it went 'my lips to betroth' . now , in the context it made sense though the sound of it was just so tasteless and i think i deleted it with the bridge. the song was something i wrote when i was six and had to reconstruct the words , sing like a six year old. the bridge was a recent add-on and an effort to make the song sound more monogamous or at least faithful since it seems to be about balling a flight attendant.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SkVZpY5CkCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QAIAbVDRyrI/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SkVZpY5CkCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QAIAbVDRyrI/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351782299790905378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  there was at least one tune (which i think i recovered) which has this marvelous garden party stroll feeling which i don't know how i did it ; find it has gone missing in today's pop music , even if they talk about strolling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i haven't seen those types of garden parties since the seventies , though i remember eons ago seeing a pbs documentary ; possibly about a professor at a graduate school , and his sons(also graduate students) who were in a rock band. there was a party. adults were wearing head bands and dancing with small children. there was a tune ' come back now my cutey pie , you make me high , i'll keep on eating those blueberry pies...'. now there was a girl in the group doubling the verse an octave higher. she had on one of those pale criss-crossy summer dresses , was quite pale and bosomy , frightening looking yet probably quite nice. the chorus of the song went' oom pah pah pah...' . the smart son who played bass wearing another headband held the neck of the instrument high and did a rather restrained enactment of the wild hippie boogie while he played...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there was a scene with his very young daughter where the professor said' i wish i could eat oranges all day...' about then someone clicked it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SkVabcqrhUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/x2PTrjS1Rks/s1600-h/Snapshot+2009-06-15+17-20-46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SkVabcqrhUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/x2PTrjS1Rks/s400/Snapshot+2009-06-15+17-20-46.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351783159797876034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-2006350895900117451?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/2006350895900117451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=2006350895900117451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/2006350895900117451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/2006350895900117451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2009/06/gloaming.html' title='the gloaming'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SkVbdXkvo3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/do0szQfKu1M/s72-c/Snapshot+2009-06-22+18-52-42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-8387809234593712895</id><published>2009-06-17T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:30:12.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abhore the flog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/Sjm0hkD3EsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/O-CKVu8GgHs/s1600-h/untitled+82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/Sjm0hkD3EsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/O-CKVu8GgHs/s400/untitled+82.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348504521187726018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/Sjmw-5AMscI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2kx7r613R_E/s1600-h/untitled+78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/Sjmw-5AMscI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2kx7r613R_E/s320/untitled+78.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348500626979205570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/Sjmvo2wJnOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4plBpJu16-U/s1600-h/untitled+83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/Sjmvo2wJnOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4plBpJu16-U/s400/untitled+83.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348499148906274018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there is perspective in sound perception ( distinct from music as sound perfection )  and it is best to leave everything where it is and let ensemble occur naturally &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/Sjmvo8tlfPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cfkj_A2miCs/s1600-h/untitled+80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/Sjmvo8tlfPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cfkj_A2miCs/s400/untitled+80.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348499150506130674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    this is in reference to mixes , even hip hop mixes ; it is better not to force things together where they don't belong ,  [to] treat sound as graphic design you cannot see.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  no matter what the volume is , it is &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  no matter what the volume isn't it isn't &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     voluminous itness &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    increasingly is  increase the is &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   the isness is none of your business&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;footnote to abhore the flog&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  it isn't a spoonerism&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-8387809234593712895?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/8387809234593712895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=8387809234593712895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/8387809234593712895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/8387809234593712895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2009/06/abhore-flog.html' title='abhore the flog'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/Sjm0hkD3EsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/O-CKVu8GgHs/s72-c/untitled+82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-8768100991934710213</id><published>2009-01-03T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:42:12.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>text</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SWJhS7H3p1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/-rIhi8GFKBc/s1600-h/9ttBvG_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SWJhS7H3p1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/-rIhi8GFKBc/s400/9ttBvG_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287895890222622546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SWJhSuM4nUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/s6C0ZFkiG84/s1600-h/8H9Gjk_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SWJhSuM4nUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/s6C0ZFkiG84/s400/8H9Gjk_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287895886753996098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- realized that there is often a major difference in a text written and then recited or merely spoken , the latter is more vulnerable apparently (is there an audio equivalent to apparently...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  also thinking of the choice of utilising or not utilising illustration intended for another purpose. Is this valuable perspective or a form of mental pollution? neither. thank-you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when making an unwritten text audible , thinking takes place and this takes priority from sounding forceful , bombastic or perhaps macho. the advantage in listening to this articulation is in reading the sound like a book and finding one's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there is a strong possibility that by doing this other individuals might find what one is talking about. One might even better understand what others are saying , at least be less fearful of what meaning they might have, or hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-8768100991934710213?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/8768100991934710213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=8768100991934710213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/8768100991934710213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/8768100991934710213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2009/01/text.html' title='text'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/SWJhS7H3p1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/-rIhi8GFKBc/s72-c/9ttBvG_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-6768882928090663616</id><published>2009-01-03T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:08:58.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it seems this is what's happening , but it isn't  .</title><content type='html'>( much later )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; enough to state preferences , say: ' i like something , i don't like something' , and then &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; contradict those statements with actions ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The value of disfunctional circuitry is that it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  might represent or even &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  model a system in which &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  everything isn't connected &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  and functioning to draw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  in come .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What is the difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between income and current?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; currency ?  ( crazy ? )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-6768882928090663616?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/6768882928090663616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=6768882928090663616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/6768882928090663616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/6768882928090663616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-seems-this-is-whats-happening-but-it.html' title='it seems this is what&apos;s happening , but it isn&apos;t  .'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-1123247248823723507</id><published>2008-10-18T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:46:20.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie unrelated</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  popular music has perhaps involved into the music of popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  in a wider ,  larger paradigm perhaps playing that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  which has evolved into a popular instrument .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  in the broadest sense ,  is it possible for the upper partials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  to be in tune with the earth; the fundamentals in tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  with the sky ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-1123247248823723507?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/1123247248823723507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=1123247248823723507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/1123247248823723507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/1123247248823723507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-unrelated.html' title='movie unrelated'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-719449804235921515</id><published>2008-02-23T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:00:34.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lightness and frivolity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/R8CPBuRkg0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/IeIde6pnV2o/s1600-h/SGKMtJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/R8CPBuRkg0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/IeIde6pnV2o/s320/SGKMtJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170289631985697602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-not meaning to wax political since this is almost exclusively a sound design and urban planning blog; the chart reminded me of the soundhack compressor +compand with its look , anyway.No conclusions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It appears that much of what is happening , or the reason for a lack of happening is attributable to the idea of appropriation; taking something that is someone else's or is readily available to the public and signing it or representing it . Like any instrument that can be played elegantly or fairly or horribly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then the dead men fouled the scuppers and the wounded filled the chains &lt;br /&gt;  And the paintwork was all splatterdashed with other people's brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She was boarded, she was looted, she was scuttled till she sank &lt;br /&gt;  And the pale survivors left us by the medium of the plank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That was from a pirate poem , I don't know who wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This weekend I went to Walgreens and purchased a vanity lightbulb and some socks. I was impressed by their beach thong display. Most puzzling was when I was ready to replace the burnt out vanity light it had come back to life ( in a manner of speaking) or had been replaced without my knowledge or consent (unlikely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last weekend I conversed with two individuals from&lt;a href="http://www.aprovecho.net"&gt; approvecho&lt;/a&gt;  and though it isn't very exciting in words , I find the approach to sustainable ecosystems most appealing. Some of their internships also offer college credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am interested in the idea of a world class recording studio powered by renewable energy sources and making some use of recycled materials (rubbish).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-719449804235921515?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/719449804235921515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=719449804235921515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/719449804235921515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/719449804235921515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2008/02/lightness-and-frivolity.html' title='lightness and frivolity'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gwNuw1CDxVY/R8CPBuRkg0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/IeIde6pnV2o/s72-c/SGKMtJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-117548152740675064</id><published>2007-04-01T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:47:18.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I lived in Dayton the dogs would take themselves for walks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-117548152740675064?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/117548152740675064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=117548152740675064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/117548152740675064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/117548152740675064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-i-lived-in-dayton-dogs-would-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-117548147414521430</id><published>2007-04-01T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:51:11.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ignophere of the ignosphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&amp;sl=de&amp;u=http://www.blog.de/user/ignosphere/&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=translate&amp;resnum=3&amp;ct=result&amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dignosphere%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26client%3Dsafari%26rls%3Den"&gt;ignosphere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-117548147414521430?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/117548147414521430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=117548147414521430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/117548147414521430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/117548147414521430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2007/04/ignophere-of-ignosphere.html' title='the ignophere of the ignosphere'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-117548138508725642</id><published>2007-04-01T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:49:10.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><content type='html'>instead of trying to remove the (sound) reflections from a room, attempting to be more selective in terms of the frequencies of the reflections and use them to enhance and cushion the sounds resulting from the guitar amplifiers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-117548138508725642?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/117548138508725642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=117548138508725642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/117548138508725642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/117548138508725642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2007/04/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-114836302821950049</id><published>2006-05-22T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:04:29.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-------</title><content type='html'>On the other hand , after being disgusted by problems with the technical dimensions of sound recording of a particular piece , and even after remembering the frustrations and sickening effects of listening to an undesirable sound accumulation during mixing; years later those problems seem nonexistent. I suspect  there might be a gothic element to our perception of sound ; in that the world might appear bright or dark , sinister or confidence inspiring , depending on which details are brought to the attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-114836302821950049?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/114836302821950049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=114836302821950049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/114836302821950049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/114836302821950049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='-------'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-114836206791607431</id><published>2006-05-22T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:11:52.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to force a feeling of adequacy</title><content type='html'>there are engineers (is an engineer) who mind their own business and are willing to work for next to nothing , keep one ear on what's going on and when something happens listen attentively , set up mic configurations or a preamp. since one of those people isn't around i try to set up such an individual myself ; a sort of other self enabling the process in readiness , accessibility and ease of use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1728/59/1600/68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1728/59/400/68.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-114836206791607431?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/114836206791607431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=114836206791607431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/114836206791607431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/114836206791607431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-force-feeling-of-adequacy.html' title='to force a feeling of adequacy'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-110517216716727858</id><published>2005-01-08T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:45:06.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>basking in the eternal daylight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1728/59/1600/untitled%20434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1728/59/320/untitled%20434.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-110517216716727858?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/110517216716727858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/110517216716727858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2005/01/basking-in-eternal-daylight.html' title='basking in the eternal daylight'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9434443.post-110202626330226536</id><published>2004-12-02T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T14:24:23.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wondering what this looks like...</title><content type='html'>  hello , will this make everyone feel&lt;br /&gt;better and who is everyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9434443-110202626330226536?l=billjarboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/feeds/110202626330226536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9434443&amp;postID=110202626330226536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/110202626330226536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9434443/posts/default/110202626330226536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billjarboe.blogspot.com/2004/12/wondering-what-this-looks-like.html' title='wondering what this looks like...'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14526153631184319621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
