email

A Michigan father faces up to five years in prison for snooping in his then-wife's e-mailaccount in the first known domestic case for unauthorized e-mail login.

Leon Walker, 33, a computer technician from Rochester Hills, Michigan, easily logged into his then-wife's Gmail account last year when he suspected she was having an affair with her second husband (she was). The two shared a laptop at home and, according to Walker, his wife kept her passwords in anotebook next to the computer, AP reports.

According to the Detroit Free Press, Leon Walker was Clara Walker's third husband. When he discovered she was having an affair with her second husband, a man arrested for beating her up in front of her son with her first husband, Leon Walker sent the e-mails to the child's father, who immediately claimed emergency custody.

Clara Walker, who divorced Leon Walker earlier this month, promptly filed felony charges for the e-mail "theft." Her complaint was approved by Michigan DA Jessica Cooper and the jury will decide Leon Walker's fate when he goes to trial in February.

"The guy is a hacker," Oakland prosecutor Jessica Cooper said in public statements. "It was password protected, he had wonderful skills, and was highly trained. Then he downloaded them and used them in a very contentious way."

Walker's defense attorney, Leon Weiss, fired back, "I have to ask: 'Don't the prosecutors have more important things to do with their time?'"

The statute Walker allegedly violated, 752.795, is the same one used to prosecute identify theft or stealing of trade secrets.

It reads in part:

A person shall not intentionally and without authorization or by exceeding valid authorization do any of the following:

(a) Access or cause access to be made to a computer program, computer, computer system, or computer network to acquire, alter, damage, delete, or destroy property or otherwise use the service of a computer program, computer, computer system, or computer network.

Found this, and well, kinda liked it a lot

People born in the Year of the Snake are deep. They say little and possess great wisdom. They never have to worry about money; they are financially fortunate. Snake people are often quite vain, selfish, and a bit stingy. Yet they have tremendous sympathy for others and try to help those less fortunate. Snake people tend to overdo, since they have doubts about other people's judgment and prefer to rely on themselves. They are determined in whatever they do and hate to fail. Although calm on the surface, they are intense and passionate. Snake people are usually good-looking and sometimes have marital problems because they are fickle. They are most compatible with the Ox and Rooster.

Google Chrome Print..

..Ok, so this isn't about Google Chrome Print.... but, I heard about it, and I like it, and then it got me thinking.

So on my phone, The Droid X, When I go into my photo gallery, which consists of pictures I have taken and downloaded. I select a picture, then hit the share button that pops up, which is where I go when I want to send it, upload it to the facebook ;-) and so forth and so on. There is a selection available that is "Print to Retail"... so out of curiosity, I tried it, clicked on it, and was prompted to select a photo retail location that was close to me. So i picked the CVS that was across the street from where I was, at school in Boston. Hit ok.... then got an email that my order has been recived, and then the next minute, received an email, saying my order was available for pickup, class had ended, I went to the CVS, asked for my photo, and there it was for $0.20..  amazing... amazing

I Think I have discovered

... my biggest pet peeve.

I think it is when people come up the excuses for doing something that are just utterly sad.... Like missing out on visiting with old friends because the will miss the start of a football game...

or my best one I've been told, in which they simply state to me, that they know that they are lazy and will not do something and will insist that if they wait long enough, it will just be handed to then...  grr...


Mr. K

Emotions

I kinda wish I was emotionless, I have my moments, but I can hold them out long enough




Christopher

Sorry

Grr.... I've been uber busy lately and haven't had much chance to be in front of the computer. Teaching right now... well, they working on something and i have a quick minute. Concert rehearsal tonight in Boston, DCU Center tomorrow (Skipping class  :-p )...  I'm back to getting maybe 3 hours of sleep a night, but thats a good thing for me. I can catch up on my sleepings on Sunday.



Kelly

Really?

I wrote something here.....  but then I erased it. It felt to get it out, but I don't want to share it.

Sing Me a Song

I really wish I could sing!.. Or at least were more friendly with people who can...I have a few really really good microphones that I just recently good and I can't really use them for more than anything of "check test 1, 2, 3".... ugh, this stinks!!!


13 more days till I go to AES in LA!!!! yay!!!!

Hurt

Everybody is going to hurt you, you just need to find the ones worth hurting for

When you're dreaming with a broken heart 
Then waking up is the hardest part 
You roll outta bed and down on your knees 
And for a moment you can hardly breathe 
Wondering was she really here? 
Is she standing in my room? 
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.... 

When you're dreaming with a broken heart 
The giving up is the hardest part 
She takes you in with her crying eyes 
Then all at once you have to say goodbye 
Wondering could you stay my love? 
Will you wake up by my side? 
No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.... 

Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands 
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands? 
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands? 
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my , roses in my hands? 

Would you get them if i did? 
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.... 

When you're dreaming with a broken heart 
The waking up is the hardest part

Energy

I hate... despise energy drinks... but I don't mind a energy bar when need be, granted with lots of water

 Miss Hard to Forget

One day I walked into a coffee shop
Had to stop
A brown-haired girl before me
Made my jaw drop
She wasn’t trying to get
Attention from
Anyone
Lightin’ up the room
Just like seven suns

She got espresso to go
I watched her turn round
In slow-slow-motion
My emotions were high
Then she walked by and smiled
Looked me in the eye
And thew a chill down my spine

Hey miss hard-to-forget
Don’t you think it’s time that we met
You came and called my number
And I like this spell I’m under
Baby, I’m not done with you yet

Last night I saw her at crowded bar
Lonely heart
Whiskey in her hand
All alone but in demand
I was ready to lay my
Heart and mind
On the line
Follow her anywhere
Any time

I started crossin’ the room
Hopin’ it wasn’t too soon
Can’t shake it
There’s no way to ignore
She’s much too much to resist
All these days I have missed
I don’t wanna miss anymore

Strong Urge

ow, I really wish I had that ability to really get into people heads. To get down into their most inner working, even more so as to make influences those gears to turn. Surely, it would make many things go a good amount more easier. Granted though, I am not a see through, cross section, by the book example of human behavior, and certainly not one easy to read, As much as I really do hate that about myself, my ability to  "keep it in" if you will, someones is bound to be able to dig into that... or at least want to

You have me wrong

You think I never loved you, you think I never cared. You think its all a story that I just tell to please your ear.

You could not be any bit more wrong.

I loved you since I met you, deep deep down inside. That love grew and grew with the passing of our time.

So many things I learned, while I stood by your side.

Now you have left me, you've dropped me on the floor.

I lay in bed and cry at night, praying, begging, hoping with best my might

I can take hold your leave, for too much a piece of me is gone to take to account.

For everything we shared, with everything we have done... I can not continue, with out you there with me.

I find it hard to wake, with out a reason to be.

I can not do better upon the word, for if one person I can not please.

I love you, I always have, deep deep down inside, in parts of me, for which you have first shown light, that now lay dark again, till you back bring them life.

a part of me is missing, a part of me is hurt.

You are the one, that magic key.

I love you.

I miss that most off all, the text the call, i love you, in any shape in form.

I miss holding you, and picking you off your feel.

a sweet girl, a pretty girl, a girl with lots of flame.

a pretty girl, a deep girl.

FU

Today has been a very fuck you kinda day

Happiness comes in small packages, small packages labeled AKG, and filled with a new Microphone!!




Doing a recording Sunday in Westwood! :-)

Bose pleases me again

Bose has come out with a Television, and I am quite excited to see it. Looking to get a new TV in the parents house, and I am looking between this and the new Quatro TV, though, I am anxious to see if adding the third color Yellow, to the standard RGB, will add much improvement....

Dr. Sound

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ouof1OzhL8k&feature=related

a little one

not having that someone to say I love you to, at any time of day, when that fuzzy feeling crosses your chest.

Pump

Finally replaced the pump for my bicycle...

Reformatted my phone today, for some reason it was not ringing, and now it won't upgrade Google Listen, but I'll work on that one... none the less a new phone again!  :-)


Chrisssssss

Super Excited!!

So, I went to an audio convention in Boston yesterday, and that went quite super well! I sat through some pretty interesting seminars, 2 of which I found to be quite useful, and only one I regret signing up for. Got a good amount of free stuff! T-shirts (3), my weights worth of pens and trinkets, So I am content there, and struck up some good conversations with people!....

So with that, I finally kicked myself in the bum, and went ahead, and bought tickets to and registered to go to the  AES convention this year, thankfully its in the US, and not France like it was last year,... Though I missed it when it was in Boston my freshman yeah, but none the less!!!.. I bought plane tickets to San Fransisco for the 4th of November for American Airlines, yet to do the hotels... I'm going to work on that later, and the paid the registration fees for $190 for attending all the events, seminars, give aways, speeches and the such!   I did it! Finally!!!
I'm Super Excited!!



Chris

Juice Bags!

Saw the most interesting thing today, Went outside to get something quick for lunch, after the 1st class I did. Went outside to a kinda largish portable canteen car, got a sausage thing, and along with that a drink, a tea of sorts, served with ice and straw, but from a bag... like a largish sandwich bag, or that of which one would get a gold fish in..... niffty!




Kelly

IdeaPaint

Dear Google

Dear Google:


How come you took away my "Call Phone" option from my Gmail?... I really liked that for the 1 day that i had it. Please give it back.


Thank you muchly

Chris

Flying

http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&ie=UTF8&msa=0&msid=111831622531554725922.00048f1fc28f71806d9f2&ll=42.411924,-71.289339&spn=0.037578,0.077162&z=14

Hanging in the clouds

Having spend the last couple days getting ready for school and such. yes, that lovely phrase "school shopping" ugh... new pants and pens, and bundles of paper...

but my favorite part is that bridge I get to cross when i get to clean out my computer, and this time about has been quite joyous. I am in the clouds, now for the most part, and loving every bit of it! My computer is pretty much new, with hardly and software on it, I no longer feel like I have to upgrade my Microsoft office this time about,.. thought I did, and continue to plan to do so!.. but all my word docs, powerpoints, spreadsheets and others have all been uploaded to the web, where i can access them from any comp, at any moment and keeping my computer clean and empty  :-)..... and backed up!

Mr. Kelly

Done with classes

Just off the train, finished with my last final, and listening to a podcast that is on the battle between iPhone and android.

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Sounds of Summer

Ah, well the 4th has just past, and what a nice weekend it was!

Mondays are Fundays!

Hillo!

How are you?




~Chris

They got me!

So, I thought this was interesting in regards to copyright laws. So today while editing some video, I laid down a stereo track of a single song for the 3+ min video I created. I wanted to use the song "How Far We've Come" from Matchbox Twenty, and to do so, I cheated and played the song off of my computer, and recorded it on to another computer via my analog line-out, and to the other computers analog line-in, pushing play on my computer and record on the other computers iSoundTrack Pro. Sending only an audio signal, and no data what so ever!. Took my recorded track, put it on to the edited video, finished the video, and uploaded it to YouTube. The moment it uploaded, I get an Email thought YouTube, saying there was unlicensed material on my upload, and was owned by WMG, and Matchbox Twenty. I was OK, but they were going to advertise on my page, with or with out my permission,...
all in all I was quite surprised how the computer, Google, YouTube could get that information off of my upload, considering the manner in which I captured it.

Christopher Kelly

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWV3zpTOTEQ

BP's

I not a drilling engineer, or a pelican loving ecologist. I know nothing of ocean currents, or how the skin of otters works. I know nothing of how long it takes oils to disperse. I don't know what happens when you mix certian chemicals with oil sand and sea water.... but I can assume that BP didn't start their day with "alright guys, so heres the plan, we are going to blow apart one our well valves and pour millions upon millions of gallons of untreated raw oil and dissolve butt loads of natural gas in to the ocean, just to give us something to do and talk about"...  It really has been ruffling my feathers a lot lately when people react with anger to BP. I think BP so far from what I have gathered has done quite well with response to the spill both in action and PR.
crap happens,... its life, just deal with it and move on
:-)

~Christopher

WOW!!! another post

I was just up stairs, with thought of something to write, I get the the computer, get set, my phone rings I go to answer the phone, and destroy my desk due to being attached to computer via headphones. made the phone call. Back here... and now, I completely forget. I think it had something about tomorrow for me... I am spending a lot of time with fiber tomorrow... fun stuff!


~Mr. Kelly

I should really write books

So, last night I come home back to Foxborough  around 11:30/ midnight, get dropped off, and I notice that the neighbor to the duplex next to me pulls into their driveway rather rushed. I think nothing of it, but do take note of their speed. I go inside, go to bed. next morning I wake up along with everyone else, to get the fill of a story from my mother as I do about my morning things...
Let me give some notes to take prior to the story. My parents live in a rather nicely small communal neighborhood, where all the kids are the same age, everyone has a working father, and a stay at home soccer mom (though no one to my knowledge actually plays or even likes soccer, none the less the mothers fit the bill) Everyone knows everyone, they are all quite friendly, we run into each other in town all the time, I think its quite nice personally, and we seem to do quite good taking care of each other. All the houses are like this around here, minus one duplex building that is next to ours. This one seems to be plagued with something unique as of recently (about 2 years worth now). In one half, a group of husband, wife, two little boys, one older and one younger than Sean by a year, and one sister a few years younger than Sean. Moved in over last summer, and never really got along with anyone. A family from out west I assume, careless parents, and kids who just seems self concerned and abusive. Parents to the kids seemed very much so to foster the abuse, listening to the way that they would yell at them and throw them around like rag dolls, always yelling, Their kids with out any toys of their own, which always seemed to be an issue, as the would find them selfs taking items away from the other kids around in a aggressive manner. Being assertive, and getting into sheds locked up, and under others decks. Sneaky ones they were, always throwing rocks seemed to be the pastime to go to. Over time leading to some injury to persons and my car. Parents would get involved after their child was sworn at or injured by rock or stick. police called several times, no to solve anything, but just to bring attention to the group. As of just recently it became to be too much and these people are moving out now, somewhere out west I hear.
To the other side of these people another uniquely unique group of people. A rather inconsistent family. Never making a complete sense to me, but from what I gather, involved a mother with three kids. All three of which are driven into Boston every morning, to get bussed to Foxborough Public school (middle Ahern) and two, to Walpole High School via the states METCO program. As to what I can only understand as to keep taxes down, and so that the other two that go to Walpole schools can remain going to Walpole schools. No father, or at least no male character that is in the building on a consistent basis. On top of that there is a friend to the mother that appears to be at the house taking care of the kids and such more frequently that then the mother herself. who too has a daughter, that is also shipped into Foxborough from Boston, the daughter is in Sean's Class. Any who, so if you are reading this and are a little confused? Good, because I am a little bit too, but I think we both get the general picture.
So Yesterday, while I am in Boston and the such, the kids all come off the bus, from the elementary school, and the mothers are there at the bus stop to pick them up. The girl in Sean's classes, has no one waiting at the bus stop for her, never does, she just goes home, to the unlocked house as she usually does. The afternoon passes, and all the kids are out side playing in the circle. The girl is shy but friendly enough to play with the whole group of kids, but on this day she is more reserved and keeps to her self. More time passes, and she goes to Sean, to ask if She can use his mothers phone to make a call as her phone has died (battery) Sure Sure Sure, So Sean gets a hold of Mom, heres the phone, she makes a call, exchanges few words, and begins to tear in front of Sean's Mother. "Whats the matter, whats wrong, whats wrong" from my mother in reaction to this obviously dis-trot little girl. Evidently the girl was upset for that as she was playing by herself up the street, she managed to hit a car with a rock and bust a window on the car. None the less accidents happen, its a car, and it is now 8'o'clock at night now, and no one but just this girl is home. Granted my mother is a little concerned with the time of day, and not so much for the car. Sean's (my) mother now takes th phone and gives the mother a call, and from what I gather, seemed little concerned, saying that she was working late tonight, and the someone should have know that she was working and not going home till late late tonight. My mother kinda puzzled with that reaction, assumed that, soon after that the mother would have left work to come home, but that was not the case at all. So now a little after 9 at night, the girl confused and scared for every reason she can think of, My mother calls the police. Police show up, talk to the girl. get little to no information of out the girl, as the girl doen't know the names of the mother, the mothers friend, or a grand mother, only phones numbers to that of which when dialed are wrong numbers or are people who change their identity. Now past 10 at night the cops decide they can not do much other than to take the girl them selfs and bring her to the police station and call DSS. The girl leaves quite contently with the cops, mother still left confused, and no contact was made with any family member of the girl...

Needless to say, I'm somewhat curious as to know how the remainder of the story will fallow. I shall post.

~Chris

Too much crap

So, I grabbed all the rest of my stuff out of the apartment last night, finished moving stuff into the dorm, and it was an interesting learning experience from all of it. All of which came down to I have too much crap. So in the new dorm, I get by with the the computer, the items that go with it, clothes, bath stuff... and thats about it. enough to get by with, which is for the better for me. Fits all in a large bag, and when Sept. comes around and I decide to move again it will be much much easier...  :-)

~Chris

Gear Ratios

Is someone smarter than another,.... or are they just more curious to know?

KIN of a Kind

Ugh, I am in a new phone delema.
Im quite happy still with my Treo, but it is starting to really show signs of age, and being a little bogged down, let alone that it is no longer fun anymore and is falling apart.
Parts of me want to go blackberry again, and lots of me think that its the way to go...
But then theres more of me that wants to stick with a Windows Mobile OS, because I like how orderly and how well it works with the computer..... or, do I, and I would, wait still for the ::cough::.... ugh, please don't hate me all mighty PC gods,... go for the iPhone when it goes to VZW..... ugh...
..and then there is the windows KIN... looks like a good phones for a little 12 yrs. old girl...   ha..

If I die young

Niffty song "If I Die Young" by  "The Band Perry".... Sounds pretty swell.
its about 8:30 on a Tuesday, Just out of the shower, through with breakfast, checking E-mail and the such of that nature. Its quite nice outside, none the less, today is a good day for editing...

Click

Take more pictures!

Wonder Drug

I get overly excited when people get excited over things I get excited over...

http://www.twit.tv/

Humans have it so hard

I'm coming to think more and more that the city is not a place for me. There is too much, too to much to deal with and see, and put up with and a bunch of other nonsence. Granted I come from a place of not a whole lot of differences. Everyone pretty much went to the same school, had a similar backround, worked jobs of similar pay, parents went to similar highschools, we all shared the same doctors, same churches, same teachers, similar thoughts and were phased by the same day to day issues. When someone needs help, we all got together and were excited to help someone with a smile. If someone did something special and unique, we all got together to celebrate! Someone has died, we all felt sorrow, and so forth and so on. In the city, things are no longer like that, everyone one tells a different story, everyone is in it for themselfs, they show off, and they beg. Some are ignorant and outspoken, and almost all seem to tell a lie.

zzz

I'm looking forward to a relaxing summer day... maybe a beach or hamock, something like that. A supurb nap is in order..

I started my day going that way

Ask my to tell you a story, take a seat and I shall tell you a tale.
I go about my day looking for that tale, and other days, and more so this than not, that story comes to find me. I like that. I like that a lot.

Pieces of me say I should do something with this bit of enjoyment...


~Babbling Mouth

Spinning Circles

Glad to be back on the bicycle again!! That and the warm weather most certinly add perk to my days. Yesterday I managed to need to go across Boston, in shirt and tie, in the down pouring rain, with rain pants and a nice jacket, that was the least bit of a problem, got there and manged to stay completely dry, yay me!

My only complaint for the whole healh insurance thing that bugs me right now, is the new tax they are putting on it.. here is how it goes...

So I have X insurance from Home Depot. The policy covers me for $8,000.00. My parents have health insurance for the family that covers them for about $2,000. Obama taxes me on that amount, How much the insurace is worth, my private, I can afford it, I work for it, I pay for it out of my pay check, by 44% and that amout goes to the goverments health insuracnce,... so that means at the end of the year I have to pay $3520.00, and my parents pay $880, to pay for Other Peoples Healh Insurance,.... So then for me, why would I want to support myself by giving myself a higher insurance plan,... thank god I don't want to give the best I can to the family that I don't have.....

Public Transportation

Public Transportation, Like it? Sometimes, Hate it? Sometimes....

This Morning, I like to tend to grab a coffee from Dunkin Donuts in the morning prior to heading to class. Luckily for me where I exit my apartment, is in the middle of two bus stops, and at the mid point, is a friendly Dunkin Donuts. Unfortunately, as I poped out this morning there was a bus already at stop 1, leaving me enough time to get to stop #2. Granted I have a full load to carry today, backpack loaded, and my doctors bag, so I am not that fast. None the less I catch the bus, with being .10 cents short (my Monthly pass for some reason did not go through yet, ..hmm..) I now have to add $$$ to my card as I do not want another .50 cent vocher to take to DTCrossing to get my two quaters.
Lesson to belearned: Aproch a mobile termanal (bus, trolley, Push the WHITE BUTTON in the upper right corner, tap your pass, insert amount of money you want to add, push WHITE BUTTON again, and then TAP pass. You have now added funds to your CharlieCard on a bus or trolley. Now you can tap again to pay for your trip.
So I did just that.

The bus was quite full this morning, people kept getting on, and no one got off. I am practially sitting on the dashboard of the bus, we approch Coolidge Corner where as mass of people are standing, waiting to get on... and they will try, try to hard they well... As we aproch, I decided to open my mouth "I think we're gona need a bigger bus"
Bus driver replies, "nice! Jaws"... and floors it past the stop, haha! (side note, no one pushed the stop request button, so no one could argue that they wanted to get off there)
So that was a pleasant relief, But the next stop came across, someone wanted to get off, and there was someone there to get on. So we made the exchange. Two people get on, two of my "favorite characters"
The first one a young girl, around my age, a little older, dressed up for work. Dress, show-y leggings, heals that made her awkwardly tall (and quite unstable to add to my humor) red jacket (burbury, ughhh show-off), and YELLING one HER CELL PHONE! High Pitch, High Speed, High Volume= alot of pissed morning commuters, none the less, she was to ignorant and self absorbed, she didn't notice the vibe of hated aimed in her direction.
My second character, how can I say this politely and in a manner that is politicially correct,... the one that must sit down between between two stops, in an overly crowded bus, because she is entitled to. Ontop of that, she reminded eevveerryyoonnee oonn tthhee bbuuss ttoo cchhaannggee tthheeiirr cclloocckkss aass iitt iiss ttiimmee ttoo sspprriinngg aahheeaadd. wow

I got off at the next stop, to go to physics. Its always an event to go from point A to point B. :-) I like it though, always a story to tell...


~City Commuter

Dinner for One

It never really botherd me to do dinner alone, even the movies I find enjoyable going alone. Currently in a little fancyish sandwich soup shop, one of those ones people flock to for the Wi-fi, and organic Tea, not going to lie,.. I am enjoying both right now. I think it is nice, and good to do for ones self, to treat ones self, in the company of justs ones self. We all need the thinking time, I know I do. I enjoy those moments, as much as I love my friends and persons I hold closely to me. Chris time is needed two, and why not in style! Its been a long week, or you have a lot ahead, splurge,  you earned it. Go ahead and do dessert! bathe in good acoustic music! Breath in smells of good wholesome fresh food. Surround yourself in the conversation of other peoples good times and success, and join in your head. Dress up, dress down :-)

Always smile, People like to see that  :-)

~Kelly

Pencils and Pens

Im a writer, by a construd and odd means. In that I would by a long push, prefer to write something down then type most things. I find certin digital medias cumbersom and less useful than a good old piece of paper. My calandar, is one of my biggest, must be paper devices, I have two paper calandars, a phone and a Google calandar, and of the four my paper conuter parts see me on a day to day, almost hour by hour by hour basis, while my google version, see me once a week, and my phone, which is a organ of my body, sees me the least. I find more pleasure in being able to actually write something down, I can put it exactly as I wishm in my own format and handwriting. To had humor, with my own handwriting, an imbeded code of confusion with my handwriting is added, as you should try to read what I write for only my eyes some time, as it can be quite puzzling.
What I write with though, is where I find my greatest joy. When it come to the world of inks, I like heavy bold dark and wet. My best pens for that a time and time again, the Pilot Precise V5, they come in an array of colorts plenty, and sold in all black and blue. Their tips are fine and needle like, and ink flow is heavy, but not flooding. My only grip, is that their constructions is oddly gasketed, and will tend to leak, almost garenteed to leak if exposed to intense temps. and most certinly if put through a wash. If you visit some of my shirt pockets, evidence lies there. Their look to is something I have a bit of pride for as well, simple. no curves, no guey grips all 90* angles, and they have componets that can be taken apart, to aid in idle times.
Pencils, I really do enjoy more often then I get the chance to use. Both mechanical and standard yellow. Mechanicals, are slightly less favored, only for that, the are to have a supply of rods, Ive yet to find a handle that I find sitting to my hand, and more often then not, they break in some manner. But their convience of not requireing a sharpener, proves to be a amazing thing time and time again.
I find a good old pencil a good thing to have in my book. I remember in high school, more so than right now (I'm in a pen mode lately for college, more so than pencil) there would be pencils out there, that were of a character of themself, some for instance would never sharpen, you could but you would always come out of the perfect sharp, for it to have broken the graphite as soon as you go to write, it would come out a broken piece. While others seemed to go through being shap too soon, and you seem odd going to the pencil sharpener by the door every too often. Here and there, was a good pencil, never purchased, and always found, and you would hold on to it intently....  ahh, a bit of joy in the day.


~Christopher Kelly

Happy Birthday Sarah

Happy Birthday to you Sarah!!
Happy 21!!

How is it thus far?


I had a most relaxing and enjoyable weekend this past weekend, as I was up in New Hampshire for Sarahs Birthday. I got my train tickets earlier in the week, and almost contimplated skipping my remander of classes for the week, and leaving at that vert instant. Thankfully for selfcontol, I was able to hold back abit and wait untill Friday afternoon. Fridays seemingly enough was open, in its entirety, allowing me to run a few errands before heading to catch my train, even though, I some how still managed to,... as I usually do now, be running on the platform of the train, catching it at the last moment.
The train, as it always is, was an utterly enjoyable experince best 1.4 hours of my week.
I arive, to the dining hall we swiftly mose too.
The rest of the weekend fallows as it does, lots of snacking, poking around on the computer, more eating, going to bed too early and staying in bed way too late.
A dinner at flatbreats,... if you ever get the change to be in portsmouth, or anytown that has such of that restaraunt, go there. Esp if you are one of those granola crunchy, eco-friendly, overly organic kinda of fun people, you'll like what they do, and it surely tastes swell...
Board games, and staying up past our bed times. Watching and making fun of the litthe niches of people we pass as we travel about here and there.

My favorite part of my weekend?

The Hugs






~Christopher

Research

Hey, heres something I have always thought was kinda cool, though, its not entirely what I am seeking in life as far as energy transmission goes, but induction charging is kinda quite cool, and not too too far from wireless powering. My first taste of it was when I bought my first electric tooth brush many years ago, and it charged simply by placing the brush on its little stand. There were no exposed electrical terminals.. but it somehow got electricty into it, wicked cool I thought. So now, more and more so, companys are using that same method for out common everyday electronics. imagine just having a pad on your desk, the size of a mouse pad with just one cord running to it, and you come home at night and simply place your iPod, Palm Pilot, Blackberry, your cellphone, your Mp3 player all on this place on your desk, and they begin to charge,... no plugging anything in.... well its here... and wicked cool!

~Nerd

I really need to do this more often

Alright, So I need to stick with this. So I am at my office at work, and today I'm doing one of my more favored things to do. Ebay! So on top of organizing offices setting up for us to come to them for a data shedding service, and private persons, We also deal with people who have left their houses, through distant moving or death. and well recycle certin Items as well as distroy personal data. Per example, Someone has died, and their daugher has come to use us to do away with all of her mothers bank statements and such that she has no sentimental value for. untop of that she had a book of Silver Dollars that she didn't really want to do anything with, So she gives it to the company and they take a charge off of the service of the data distruction. Now I get to go through and try to sell all the coins on Ebay... and soo far I have 40+ coins in a value range from $550.00 to $10,305.00.... so.. not too bad I guess. I get 60% of what I mannage to sell,.. though this seldom comes up,.. its kinda fun to do ontop of the regular stuff...

~Christopher

Breaking and Entering

It is just shy of 4:00AM, and I just got back from breaking into my neiboors apartment. So as I was laying in bed, somewhat half alseep, there occured this particularly loud banging sound, along with loud female voices. After a bit of listening to this for I while I arose from bed, stepped outside, and asked if they needed any help with the banging. Dawning my friendly face, I offered a hand to the three girls next door, so that they could get into there apartment. I stepped outside, mountian Boots, light T-shirt (green), tool box in hand, Head lamp on head and lastly snoopy pants below. two minutes later, I had their door open, and everyone in my block was happy! Sweet! Back to my bed I returned not too soon after writing this down,

~Christopher

Winter Particulars

I can never really answer the question, "Which season do you enjoy the most?" I always find myself in the middle of one season, wanting drastic change, when its cold and depressing out, I want a convertable in the summer. While I am being eaten alive by bugs, and checking the dog and my self for ticks in the summer, I wish I was shoveling snow. I like to think of sitting around a camp fire on a summer night, drinking warm cider while picking out a pumpkin, and the amount school seems just rush past itself in the spring time.
But I guess with it currently still being in the middle of winter, I might find some good in it, holidays are past, school is picking up again and before I miss it I want to catch one particular thing to do.
I was much younger, 12 or so, camping in a cabin, somewhere in the middle of mass, far enough away from much city night lights. Boy Scouts it must have been with, we were hiking at night. It was an attemp to show us examples of navigation using starts and moon shadows,.. and things that didn't require batterys. Being outside in the woods, deep into the woods with much snow fall on the ground is quite exciting for me. It affects light in a particular manner, theres a very cold clean smell, and alot of your attention is put forth in hearing. Winter is quite unique in an acoustic manner. With in a few Hours a landscape of very fresh, fluffy, powdery snow can be very quiet and dead, and you can pretty much hear absloute silence, which is a very special and amazing circumstance to partake in. The snow then changes to a more harder and sticky substance, in which every sound is bounced, loudly and clearly for a much greater distance than durring any other time. you hear globs of snow falling from trees from hundreds of feet away. twiggs breaking, and the strain on trees and other objects flexing. Utterly tiny sounds, you hear with the utmost clarity.
Not being one to meditate much, I find this as close as I have been to, to utter relaxation. You find yourself adjusting your breathing, and listen to little details that your body makes as it takes air in and out. you feel a pulse in places, you become a bit more aware of yourself in this silence...


~Christopher

First Day of Classes

Had my first class for this part of the year today. Electronics at 4. With a quick meeting around 2 today, to discuss if I want to continue being a tutor, and I am, just now instead of me getting paid by a deduction to the amount I owe for school, I now will be getting a pay check, which is quite nice and helpful now.

 The class went fairly well, being that there are only 6 or so kids in the class, and the professor was so far so good. My only disapointment being that the material in the class, for the most part consist of things I already know quite well,.. its all circut board stuff,.. and well I can't test out of it, and its required, so I guess I am stuck having to ride this wave. OK. I can do that.

Its about 11 something at night, Im just throwing a few notes together, reading my new $300. book for this class... and getting ready for tomorrow.. currently I have nothing planned for tomorrow,.. No class, and no work as of yet. Which is ok and fine by me,... Sarah comes home tomorrow, which I am quite excited for. I miss her greatly.


~Christopher

Sunday Morning

Ahh, its Sunday,... if theres one day out of the seven that I enjoy, its Sunday. The week is over, new ones is about to start. Its a mix of the utter relaxation and extravagant fun of the Friday night and Saterday before, and the slap in the face of reality that the Monday up coming is going to give me. Usually and for the most part my sundays are spent alone, usually Sarah is leaving me from the weekend, leaving my apartment to head back home, or I on the train heading back into Boston after a weekend up at the UNH. Sundays are a good day to do chores, reorganize and prep. I like to be neat, or at least appear that way. Bed made, clothes in their proper place, desk picture perfect. Breifcase packed and balanced. My radio is on, as it is now, and always is. 89.7 is where you will fine me with Garison. The week with out Garison makes me feel incomplete, I need it, I'm not sure why but I've made it a part of me. Its the story telling, and the music that you never would otherwise hear, current this girl is singing, her name I do not know. Its just her and her guirar, no other sounds, the recording is very live and with no added frills. one feels as if one might just be tinkering with a guitar in her room, after an emotion filled week, and I can hear it, sitting on the corner of her bed. Shes in her own little world... if feels good to observe an emotional release as that of singing ones own song....

The radio continues, back to Garison, they interview, and he then proceeds to more of the humor that I enjoy, that of the lake, and the Ketup Advisiory Board, and the biscuts...  and I feel like I am telling one of my excited stories about something meaningless and unexciting, but none the less,.. with passion.

My pipe, usually after lunch I want to stop for a moment, and with the radio, and usually a cup of coffee :-)
I started the pipe, not sure why... well, thats a lie, I was getting a cigar one day to enjoy the next night at a fire over one of my friends house, at a fire which we tried to hold every other week it seemed, and the cigar was the new thing for us, and I liked it. not so much the smoking itself, frankly I think the smell of Cigar smoke is one of the most displeasing things in the world that has entered my nose. but there was research involved, and thats what got me hooked. that and the amount of work, done by hand that went into them was somewhat exciting, you could read of them, each one had a story of sorts, where the different parts came from, the manner in which the leaves were grown, the owners, the farmers.. the whole process, each one was like a person. Different up rising, a different family.. it was quite fun to look into,.. I got books. I studied. but actually smoking wasnt the fun part for me, as the smoke was heavy, cigars I find to be quite quite heavy, to much for me, which I kinda found strange, some one like me with the stomic that I have, that they actually bothed me to some degree after a short period of time. Once I did get sick, solely from the Cigar, granted it was after a night of drinking.. and not awhole lot of eating. I'm not one to drink much at all, in certin occasions, just cause I frankly don't like the taste of alcohol, but none the less, it was well after drinking, we decided to go outside and have eachs Cigar... two puffs into it.. and I wanted to evacuate my stomic. and I did.
But none the less.. I was in the Cigar shop one day, and I had to ask as to a particular smell I was smelling, it was kinda sweeter, and somewhat unfitting to the cigars scent to what I had know, I was then informed to that I was Pipe tobacco. Hmm.. I thought for a moment, asked a little more, and soon enough, I had Jars of all theses different tobaccos put into my face and fluffed up to expose their more intense smell, I was hooked! It was such a particular smell,.. one of which I liked in particular,.. it was that of brown sugar... not too fruity as some were, and not too bold and brazen as others.. but right in the middle. Now what? I was curious... again, I don't consider myself as smoker, and would never want to be one,... I'm smarter than that... but I do like to explore curiositys and try to a degree. So I had to buy a pipe, and So I did.. and a few other needed Ideam.. and out the door I was $80 less then when I entered....

went home, it was late at night, and I did forth and so on, had my first pipe, and after thinking cigars were ok,.. I was blown away with the pipe, its was much much ligher on my "system" had a rather pleasent smell... and a pipe... kinda goes with my liking of bow-ties and old rag time era music... so I thought it was fitting.
and I kept it. once every other week I will limit myself to, having it was a coffee,..fallowed by which is an extensive tooth brushing and plenty of water drinkning, and a walk... as I will usually go food shopping after, just to give myself some fresh air and purge myself....and ontop of my biking and what not, I am not too too bothed by doing, health wise. I will say its my one... nono that I do.

I'll leave it for a bit now... I have a radio to listen to...  :-)

~Chris

Our Geocaching Page

Sarah and I needed a profile before we went on our first geocaching trip, here it is...
http://www.geocaching.com/profile/?guid=d3cc8693-7ccd-48d8-8927-b25eeeda962a

Vacation

Wow... I haven't been on this in a long time,... Though, Im not much of a "blogger" ... used to do it,.... what was it,... greatest journal, ahh, yes that was it... what a silly thing. Popular now they are.
Anywho, Classes start again on Monday. Birthday was earlier in the week, and a rather pleasent one if I do add. Adam, Adam, and Sarah came over to my apartment, made a rather swell chicken dinner, bought my first two bottles one wine, and a 6 pack of beer,... the beer was great, (I forget the name at the moment) and the wine was swell... the one I like the most was Resling?... Sarah, had made a cake, carrot, the only kind I really like to eat.... and I did eat half of it to my self! Stock had work, so we called it a night, Sarah stayed over, which was quiet swell, as the company certinly makes staying in Boston quite enjoyable.
Home for a bit now in Foxborough, back into Boston later today...

~Chris