December 9, 2006

So I forget things way too much. Before thanksgiving break I forgot my phone charger, and then when I returned to college I forgot my toiletries. This time I have shampoo etc. (because it was still here) but I forgot my phone charger and clothes. ugh. Someday I will learn.

December 8, 2006

Jamie Cullum

A few years ago I saw Jamie Cullum on Conan. He played the first single and title track off his album Twentysomething. The performance involved the UK native running around, playing standing up, jumping on his grand piano; really getting the crowd into it. That summer I happened upon his CD (while in Ames actually) and bought it. I loved it. His pop/jazz piano style caught my ear. It was jazz, but it had energy. And it was good.

Since then he has released another album, Catching Tales. In this album he brings out more of his crossover style. Rumor has it, Pharrell Williams recorded a few songs with Jamie, but somehow one of them ended up on Pharrell's CD, and none on Cullum's (wiki).

Another key part of Jamie Cullum's style is his use of covers. Multiple covers are found on his first release, and he plays at least one in every show. I would love to see him live, because I've heard he uses things like a stompbox (Australian toe tap box) and looping machines.

His website is also pretty sweet. You can download mobile wallpapers (UK only), gig posters, and stream just about all of his music. I would suggest going there for a good feel of his musical style, since myspace/purevolume don't have his best songs.

Check this guy out. I personally will be following his career, and buying tickets to his shows when ever he is in the US.

Self Stirring Mug

Random, but interesting.

"If Helen Keller had psychic ability, would you say she had a fourth sense?"

- George Carlin

I came upon another cool website today. It's called It's basically an online virtual iPod. Type the name of a band/song in the search bar on the iPod and it will pull up songs on the right. I have no idea where it gets them from, but oh well. You can stream from there. Sweet, if you ask me. If anyone figures out how to download the songs (legal or not), please let me know. Enjoy.

December 7, 2006

Dec. 22, 2006 the world is going to end! Oh, wait...

When a friend sent me a link to this website I just had to laugh. Global is not only slightly ridiculous, but way too politically charged. The idea is to get the entire world to focus their thoughts on Peace, during a state of high-energy (orgasm). Supposedly this will combat the high amounts of aggression and violence in the world. I've never seen any sort of mass meditation that worked, but if you have, think about joining the world in a "Synchronized Global Orgasm". Honestly, I hope it does work. The world could use a pick me up.

I for one, am going to use it as a nerdy pick up line. Think it will work? ;) Yeah, I didn't think so...

One of my friends has been franticly applying to graduate schools for the past few months. Since she wants to be a screenwriter, most of the grad schools asked for creative writing pieces. Here is a children's story she wrote. I think it's pretty good.

Sophie the Short
by Jill B.

Some people are born too early, and some are born too late.
Some people are born too big.

Sophie was born exactly when the doctor had predicted.
The problem with Sophie wasn’t that she was too big…

Sophie, in fact, was born too short.

In most families, Sophie wouldn’t have seemed too small,
But the fact was, the rest of her family was extremely tall.

Her mother could reach the very top shelf of her closet to pull down shoes.
Her father could touch the rim of their basketball hoop in the driveway.

Sophie’s brother, at ten, could take any book off the top library shelves.
And her sister, at only five, could put Christmas ornaments near the top of their tree.

Sophie could only sit in the corner of her extra-long crib and kick around her little legs.

As Sophie got older, her height didn’t quite seem to catch up with the rest of her family.
When she wanted to read a book, she had to stack all the books from the lower shelves just to reach the one she wanted on top.
When she wanted a cookie, she had to climb up a chair and pull herself onto the kitchen counter before she could even see the jar.

Whenever Sophie needed new clothes, the problem was the same every time.
Everything seemed as if it were made for a monkey, instead of a five-year-old girl.

Her sleeves hung down over her fingers, and her pants were five inches too long.
Her mother would hem her clothes every time, setting aside the pieces of cloth she cut off.

In family photos, the photographer would always cut off the heads of her family in order to get her in the picture.
At movies, she could never sit by herself in her seat because she couldn’t see over the one in front of her.
Sophie ended up having to sit on her mother’s or father’s knee instead.

“She’ll never be a ballerina, that’s for sure,” said her mother.
“She’ll never be a basketball player,” said her father.
“She’ll never be a model,” said her sister.
“She’ll never be able to even reach the top shelf!” said her brother.

When Sophie went to school for the first time, she found things weren’t much different.
Nobody would pick her to be on their team at school because she was so much shorter than them.
In art class, she couldn’t hang her pictures up on the wall with everyone else.

Sophie was sad. How could she like school when she wasn’t good at anything?

Sophie came home from school crying that day. When her mother saw her, she didn’t know what was wrong.
“Why are you crying, Sophie?” she asked.
“I can’t do anything everyone else can because I’m too short!” Sophie said.

Sophie’s mother felt bad for her daughter. What could she do to make her feel better about being short?

After dinner that evening, Sophie’s family sat in front of their fireplace and opened up their box of Christmas decorations to hang.
Sophie could only watch as her brother and sister helped their father string lights up the tree and hang garland around the ceiling.

“Would you like me to lift you up so you can put the star on top?” her father asked.
Sophie only shook her head no.

Her mother saw she was sad and opened up their piano bench to pull out a book of songs.
She sat down at the piano and told Sophie to come over to her.

“Why don’t we sing some carols for them?” her mother said.
Sophie’s mother played the Christmas songs on the piano, and soon, Sophie was singing along with her.

Her mother noticed that as Sophie sang, she became happier.
Sophie and her mother sang Christmas carols together until it was bedtime.

The next day, Sophie’s mother took her to a new building after school.
After climbing the tall stairs, Sophie entered a room filled with musical instruments and a piano.

“Hello!” the woman next to the piano said. “I’m Mrs. Jones, and I’m a music teacher. Your mother tells me you like to sing very much.”
“Yes,” said Sophie. “It’s my favorite part of school because I don’t have to be tall to do it.”
“Well, you’re right. Shortness isn’t a problem here,” said Mrs. Jones, smiling. “How big your voice is has nothing to do with how big you are.”

Sophie smiled and let Mrs. Jones lead her to the piano.
Every week after that, Sophie went to lessons at Mrs. Jones’s studio.

When Christmas came around next year, Mrs. Jones said she wanted to put Sophie in her Christmas concert.
She even gave her a solo.

Sophie’s mother took her shopping for a new Christmas dress to wear in the concert.
The sleeves and the hem of the velvet dress were still too long.

Sophie began to frown, but she didn’t say anything.
Her mother hemmed her dress like usual and kept the scraps.

Looking at the pile of scraps she’d collected from Sophie’s dress gave her an idea.
Sophie’s mother began to pour the pieces out onto her bed and arrange them.

The next evening, Sophie’s family was getting ready to leave for the concert when her mother pulled out a box.
“This is a present for our little star,” she said.

Sophie opened the box and pulled out a big quilt.
It was pieced together from scraps of many different kinds of fabric.
There were denim strips and cotton printed with flowers and even velvet

“What’s this?” asked Sophie’s father.
“I made this from all the pieces I’ve cut from Sophie’s clothing,” said her mother.

Sophie looked at the blanket and recognized many of the pieces from some of her favorite clothes.
“This is from my jeans!” she said. “And this is from my new Christmas dress!

“Yes,” said her mother. “I wanted to give you this because tonight is very special.”
“It is?” said Sophie.

“Mmm-hmm,” said her mother. “I wanted you to remember that height has nothing to do with what you can do. What matters is who you are and what you like. We’ve cut these pieces off your clothes because you’re short, but that’s not who you are. Your voice is.”

Sophie hugged her mother. “Can I take it with me tonight?” she asked.
“Of course,” said her mother. “Let’s go!”

And with that, Sophie and her family went to the concert, where Sophie had the biggest voice of all.

December 6, 2006

So I was just reading the quarterly magazine here at ISU, and I discovered blasphemy within it's pages. Apparently my favorite burrito place here in Ames, the Flying Burrito, is not healthy. Well, I guess I knew that, but I didn't realize how bad it is. The article was about drinking and eating, and it compared all of the popular late night snacks of ISU students. Everything from gyros, Jimmy Johns, pitas and the burrito were compared. The winner? BURRITO! That is, if by winner you mean the one with the most calories. Actually, it wins in every category, including deliciousness. It might have something to do with the act that one burrito is the size of two of my fists. Check it out, and just feel your arteries clogging. It's really too bad I can practically step out my front door to consume it's goodness. Rumor has it my friend Nimit spent over $100 in a week on burritos at $5.25 a pop. I feel sick just thinking about it.

One Burrito -


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if i die in the next half hour, though, would you please inform the paramedics that the death was mango-related, and instruct my parents that my obituary should read, in part, "after a brief but persistent struggle with a mango, Emilia lost."

- Emilia

December 5, 2006

I Rule!

Ever since I started this blog, my bookmark icon has been messed up. All of my friend's blogs have the orange Blogger 'B' next to their URL or bookmark. But mine has had anything from a blank page to the Linux penguin.

But after some help from a friend, ISU public websites and, I managed to give my blog an icon. So today I an unveiling the new Rhythm of One icon. Tah-Dah! Enjoy.

"I'm screwed for finals. I blame the republican party"
- Josh

I'm Sick

I'm sick. And I'm not happy about it. I woke up today with a really bad fever and, in the words of John, some "rumbly-bumblies". I tried to make it to class, but I seriously felt like I was going to pass out. So I went back to bed, after emailing my professors and texting my friends. I eventually got out of bed around 4PM. My back still hurts a lot. For some reason anything involving my stomach causes my back to kill. So I barely got anything done today. I ache all over and all I want to do is sleep.

Being sick sucks.

December 4, 2006

The Gambling District

When a friend showed me the website Purevolume, a new door opened up for me. From time to time I search the site for random bands to listen to. I came upon this band one day, and I downloaded a few songs. They are an acoustic band with frequent emo lyrics. Their style is very defined, in the sense that I can put their music on repeat and just listen. Their songs are pretty similar, but not in a bad way. Plus I just like emo lyrics. If you haven't noticed, I've been posting lyrics from their songs lately. I enjoy. Reno is my favorite.

"Every relationship is messed up. What makes it perfect is if you still want to be there when things really suck."

- Carla on Scrubs

Battle of the Band's Albums

"Raise the stakes and you’re back in Reno
Pull the trigger and it’s all she’ll know
Going 45 on the way to church
Going so slow ‘cause you think about her."

-The Gambling District

What I've listened in the past few days:

  • +44
  • Quitedrive
  • Anberlin
  • Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
  • Sigur Ros
  • The Album Leaf
  • The Gambling District

The Todd

December 3, 2006

File Icons

Ever wanted to change the icon for a file on your computer, but didn't like any of the one's Windows provides? Well, now you can make your own. My step-dad wanted icons for all of his folders to show the logo of the company, so he could find them faster. I searched for a while and figured out how to do it. It takes a few steps (10), but for people my age it's really quick. It took me less than five minutes to write this and convert an icon to show in a picture. For my parents though.... let's just say he got it eventually. So here's the process:

  • Find the picture you want
  • Crop it and re-size it to a smaller photo
  • Save it as a PNG file (paint will do this)
  • Pull up a web browser to
  • If you get an ad (I did once), skip it
  • Upload the file, and click convert
  • Download the file by clicking on the link
  • Right click (on the file the icon goes to) -> Properties
  • Click the Customize tab, then Change icon
  • Browse for the icon and select it
There you go! I made some icons for two web sites I'm working on currently. One is for the Campus Book Store in Ames (class project), the other is for my roommate's photo gallery. He likes xylophones. :)

Pumuar Came Home!

Let me tell a little story. Two years ago I was living with John/Jim/Nimit. One day while John and Nimit were taking the garbage out to the dumpster, they found three animals amongst the trash. They were not unlike the little mouse found a month earlier that caused John to shriek and run (no joke). Except, these animals weren't alive. They decided to bring them in (eww) and give them a home. So Jim came home that night to find three animals in an elaborate "position" on his bed. Thus began a new friendship with us and our new friends Caesar (at left), Pumuar and Gay Zebra. They lived with us for the remainder of the year. During the summer, John's GF took Gay Zebra to live with her little sister. She also renamed him Zippy, because apparently being gay around kids is a bad thing. The remaining two headed to John/Jim/Nimit's apartment the following year. I'm not sure when, but Caesar disappeared. Rumor has it he was kidnapped by our stoner friend Nick. Then Pumuar went to Jim's GF's house. We were left with out our friends. But a few days agao, Pumuar came home! He has taken up his usual spot next to the TV, watching over the living room. It's good to see old friends.

Behind the scenes with Weird Al's White & Nerdy

"If Helen Keller had psychic ability, would you say she had a fourth sense?"
- George Carlin