April 30th, 2007

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Grrr... I bought my printer from CompUSA and got a $100 rebate. Sort of... Normally a rebate is a check for the amount, to go staight back to you bank account. This "rebate" is a $100 gift card to spend at, and only at, CompUSA.

WTF?
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It's sunny and warm out. I want to play hooky, and go find a swimming hole to jump in.


Grandpa's Farm by Ten Mile Tide

There runs River out on Grandpa's Farm like the wind
Paper wings strapped to his arms again
You can tell by his feet and the way that he looks at the sky
That boy might one day rise up and fly

Away

There sits River out on Grandpa's Farm in the wheat
Birds and squirrels gathered in swarms at his feet
He tilts his head as they squeak and squawk away
And you get the feeling that he might just here what they say

Little River won't you come and play
Little River won't you swim my way
Little River I'm your friend today
Little River I'll help you on your way

There swims River out on Grandpa's Farm in the moonlight
The earth raised him true and he grew up strong and right
When he looks at you with a smile and that look in his eye
And says "follow me" you say "Lord you know I'll try"


This is a day for watching clouds and dreaming.
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I heard this song today and I want to know who sings it, but I don't find it in Google, please help:

The things I used to know,
No particular place to go.
Nothing but time for me,
I have everything to see.

The Things I used to know,
It's chilling(?) in the snow.
Socks upon my feet,
As I'm sliding down the street.

The things I used to know,
Always putting on that show.
Dressed up, dance around,
I'm always playing the clown.

The things I used to know,
Never saying, "No,"
The world was all mine.
Ooooohhhhh what a time.

The things I used to know,
Strolling, going slow.
Smoking with a smile,
Rolling like a child.

The things I used to know,
Strolling, going slow.
Smoking with a smile,
Rolling like a child.

The things I used to know,
Going with the flow.
With my messed up happy(?) hair,
And my Superman underwear.

The things I used to know,
Never saying, "No,"
The world was all mine.
Ooooohhhhh what a grand time.

The things I used to know,
Strolling, going slow.
Smoking with a smile,
Rolling like a child.

The things I used to know,
Strolling, going slow.
Smoking with a smile,
Rolling like a child.
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Soooo....

Friday night at the gallery kicked ass. Great art, great tunes, and great people.

Once a month Beau and his partners have an open house at their gallery, Suite 100 Gallery, in Belltown. This months art is Jose Torres, a.k.a. Taj in the graffiti world. Jose is a senior at Cornish. His art looks a lot like if you were to run a edge detection on an image, warp it a bit, and fill the negative space with subtle Van Gogh-esque swirls, and all done by drizzling paint like Jackson Pollock. Yeah, it's that good.


The gallery before the crowds descended on the scene.

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