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Hi. I'm Kyle and this is Jordan and we are visiting you on behalf of Google and their Local Business Referral Program. We are here to facilitate getting your business's information on Google maps and thus giving your customers a way to better locate your business and attract new clients by answering their potential questions regarding hours of operation and acceptable payment types before they ever leave their house.
At Columbia before the president of Iran spoke.
I don't drool over Macs like some but this is hot.
Girl: Would you like some potato salad?
Me: No thanks, I don't really dig potato salad.
Girl: But this is really good potato salad.
Me: It's not the quality I have a problem with, its the entity as a whole.
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Girl: Ok.....but you are missing out...
Me: No thanks, I don't really dig potato salad.
Girl: But this is really good potato salad.
Me: It's not the quality I have a problem with, its the entity as a whole.
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Girl: Ok.....but you are missing out...
You need only watch the first part of this video to understand what Trent Reznor thinks about pirated music. I think he speaks for everyone who realizes how over charged we are for music / media.
...it can happen to Clancy. That's right, the Commander bought and iPhone. His verdict? I'm waiting patiently for that myself. But word to the wise, Kevin Rose is the uber Mac fanboy and if his phone can break, nobody's is safe.
One of our friends had the double misfortune of having his card declined at a nice bar in swanky Scottsdale AND having another one of our friends there with a camera to document the incident and post it on DirtyScottsdale.com
The reaction to Apple's announcements regarding their new iProducts today varied based on who you talked and what time you talked to them. A lot of people were super excited when the first products were being announced (screen on the Nano? Brilliant!) By the time the hoopla saw the release of the iPod Touch (does it smell like Burberry?) the fanboys were in a frenzy. Then, as these things often do, reality set back and once the wrapping paper was cleaned up all the shiny new toys sort bathed in their true colors and the excitement gave way to questions. Not a single product in the iLine comes without some criticism. Essentially, there is still no one gadget to rule them all. These surely has something to do with the substantial drop in Apple's stock today (and with Clancy's panicked text message "What the FUCK happened to Apple?"
I guess at this point all we can really do as consumers is to carefully weigh our options and head into the Apple stores, see what is cooking and get the device that best serves our needs until there is a that one Jesus Phone that I have heard so much about, yet never seen. Maybe we should start calling it the Loch Ness Phone.
Or maybe we should call Google (whose stocked finished up nicely today).
Words cannot express how wonderful this phone looks to me. And it runs on java. I am one excited boy.
But this isn't that bad either...
"The game with Groton was played from three of a snappy, exhilarating afternoon far into the crisp autumnal twilight, and Amory at quarter-back, exhorting in wild despair, making impossible tackles, calling signals in a voice that had diminished to a hoarse, furious whisper, yet found time to revel in the blood-stained bandage around his head, and the straining, glorious heroism of plunging, crashing bodies and aching limbs. For those minutes courage flowed like wine out of the November dusk, and he was the eternal hero, one with the sea-rover on the prow of a Norse galley, one with Roland and Horatius, Sir Nigel and Ted Coy, scraped and stripped into trim and then flung by his own will into the breach, beating back the tide, hearing from afar the thunder of cheers ... finally bruised and weary, but still elusive, circling an end, twisting, changing pace, straight-arming ... falling behind the Groton goal with two men on his legs, in the only touchdown of the game."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald "This Side of Paradise"
That paragraph is one of the reasons I fell for the prose of Mr. Ftizgerald. It spoke to me as the most romantic way to describe the game of football. Poetry and violence in a pas de deux.
As a kid growing up in the South, I was made keenly aware at an early age that football was an institution. Towns shut down, families came together, voices and glasses were raised and many a pig lost its life in the name of that other Southern passion: barbecue.
Football season was a sign for me that all was right with the world and marked the beginning of my favorite time of the year. Summer love and Spring fever were not for me. I wanted golden leaves, apple cider, deer season and football. Watching the Broncos with my Dad will forever remain one of my most cherished father/son recollections. The game of football, what it teaches you about life, the lessons learned from coordinating 11 men on a field to go to war with 11 other men, only to shake hands afterwards and walk away with respect for the loser and admiration for the victor, are too numerous to hash out in a blog. But like the hoarse cacophony of starting engines at beginning of a NASCAR race or the obligatory "Let's Get Ready To Rumble!" before a pugilist duel, the first week of college football will forever be the hallmark that let's me know my favorite time of the year is at hand. And no matter how far from home I go, I will forever hear from afar the "thunder of cheers."
