A site that breaks down the Mandarin phrases used in the Serenity universe. One of my favorites:
"WUOshang mayer, maysheen, BYEN shr-to"
"I will close my ears and my heart and I will be a stone"
River, continuing to pray in Chinese after breaking into English [novelization, p. 207]
So, with little hope but a "worth a shot" attitude, back to Best Buy I went. After a quick chat with the most helpful people at the Lohr Road (thanks Stefani and Ken!), I swapped the Dell for a MacBook (last of last year's models); never had to pull out a card.
So far, I'm still getting used to the MacBook. The keyboard layout is just different enough that I keep hitting the Caps Lock key instead of "a", and I do miss the backlit keyboard, but so far so good.
I've never actually owned a Mac before, so this is going to be an interesting trip.
Well, the seeds are up and available for your downloading pleasure. Get them here.
I was never fortunate to meet him personally, but he authorized a grant for me to attend a writing conference (after being shot down hard by the Dean).
He was intensely dedicated to the University and it and the city were better for it. The entire system--and Kalamazoo in general--has lost one of it's great advocates.
Diether Haenicke, former WMU president, dies at 73
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I can, sort of, sing. By "sort of", I mean that I can hit notes with some accuracy within a fairly limited range. I can, sort of, do falsetto. I can add vibrato, if it's in my very limited range. Basically, I can sing anything baritone as long as it doesn't require, yah know, strength.
I have surprising power in the mid ranges. Ok, surprising to someone who doesn't or can't sing; not so surprising if you nailed lead on your high school Into The Woods audition. In a different vein, I have Open Mic Power; I can belt out that pop hit from the 90's like no one's business.
The unfortunate consequence of this is: I think I can sing. And I can't. I mean, I enjoy singing and nothing will really stop me from doing so. Well, accept an audience. I sing in the car, the den, when I think no one's listening. But I don't seek out venues to sing anymore.
To top it off, I'm a friggen prude about it too. I won't sing karaoke, I won't belt out in a public event with religious music (funerals or weddings), I don't even attempt anything atonal. I'm not A Singer, but I like to sing. I'm the singer in the closet, the shower crooner, a Pocket Elvis. (OK, maybe not Elvis... I can't dance.)
But I want to sing. It's seriously a bad thing. I think I can, I've heard that I can. I actually know that I can, in limited capacities (Kalamazoo '98 Open Mic!) But that was a decade and a lifetime ago.
Does that make me old, sad... both?
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