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Only you can't really tell it's me and my friends. To help you I've edited in the names:

Backcountry Magazine February/March 2008 Issue page 41
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Esther at Guitar Center

My friend Esther has the right perspective on New Year's resolutions. Beats the hell out of:

• Save more money.
• Drink less coffee.
• Loose weight.

A perpetual struggle of the human condition is our craving for greater interpersonal connection. We constantly perceive that the connections we have are lacking, and that we cannot escape a fundamental isolation. While on the surface our desire may be for a partner - or for the ability of an existing mate to understand us on a deeper, more intimate level - it may be that the solutions we grasp for in the external world, can only be solved internally. Perhaps our true need is to re-integrate fragmented parts of our personality - or, as the character of Nakata puts it in Haruki Murakami's Kafka on the Shore: to find the other half of our shadows.

Start Songbird.

Type about: config in the location bar

Type useragent in the Filter box.

Right click on general.useragent.extra.songbird and copy the value to a text doc on your desktop for safe keeping. You may want to undo this change later!!!

Now modify that value to be Firefox/2.0.0.11. (Version probably not important.)

(Note: setting general.useragent.extra.songbird = Firefox/2.0.0.11 did not work for me.)

Now I can sign in to Rhapsody, but I'm prepared for other things to break because of that edit! If they do I'll change back to Songbird/0.4 (20071226135127).

When I have more time I'll try to investigate their javascript more thoroughly. And upgrade this from "Kludge" to "HowTo".

Reference: http://www.songbirdnest.com/node/2244

Last night I finally achieved a goal I've been doggedly pursuing for - well let's just say "too long." I've got Band-in-a-Box (BIAB) running under Wine (MS Windows emulation) in Ubuntu 7.10. I've been dual-booting Windows and Linux on my IBM Thinkpad T40 for quite a while. One of the main reason I've needed to subject myself to the ugly and soul-less world of Microsoft has been to use BIAB.

Me: So you travel a lot for work?
Her: Yeah. LA often. I'm in airports a lot.
Me: (Attempt at cute humor comparing airports to hospitals.)
Her: (Mildly amused.)
Me: What do you do?
Her: I'm in HR...for an entertainment company...
Me: Oh yeah? What company?
Her: ...TV and video...we have a magazine...
Me: So you're in LA for the Hollywood scene?
Her: It's adult entertaiment, okay? I don't really like to talk about it on MUNI. I do recruiting.

Although I'm intent on not centering my life around alcohol these days, I did take note this past December when St. George Spirits/Hangar One of Alameda finally received approval from the Alcohol and Tobacco Tax and Trade Bureau for St. George Absinthe Verte. Apparently the first batch (selling at $75 for a 750ml bottle) flew off their shelves in under 3 weeks.

Until I find a way to make time for blog posts that I would be more proud of, I'm posting some of my Tweets here.

Today in coffee: Blue Bottle Cafe opens: http://tinyurl.com/2gwgop and is mentioned in NYT: http://tinyurl.com/2cmblf.

They don't give an exact address but here is a map of that corner:

The other night I was up a little past bedtime upgrading my Gallery installation. I had just uploaded some new photos. As it too often happens, something was a bit off. The thumnails where created correctly, but the larger images were not displaying. While my contact lenses chafed my drying eyeballs, I investigated file and directory permissions and rebuilt the Gallery caches. No love. Finally my weary brain told me I should delete the new album an start over later. Well the punchline is that I managed to delete all of the albums in my Gallery. I have a local backup, but it's going to take me a while to recreate things and fix links in my postings. So welcome to my naked website....

Photo by ChasingFun

Gimmie some risk takers. Gimmie Torquil Campbell. Take those pop song formulas and turn them on their ear. Belt it out like an unabashed balladeer at and then turn around and channel psycho killer-era-David Byrne.

I caught Stars on the second of two sold-out performances at Bimbo's 365 Club in San Francisco. From first thumping notes of In the Beginning After the End, which prefaced the band's entrance on a darkened stage,