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Mobile voicemail: Why ‘saved’ isn’t really saved, and your messages aren’t really yours – GeekWire
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HTML5 for mobiles: fact or fiction?
Is HTML5 on mobile worth they hype? Absolutely – but there are still a lot of gaps. Gustavo digs down a little deeper to compare differences in support between different mobile devices, and browsers
The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn — Part 1 (2011)
A solid four out of five stars — I’m subtracting one-half star for a few prolonged (potential yawns) scenes and some overly gushy/mushy, cliched dialog; and, one-half star simply because it’s not the greatest movie in existence. That being said, however, TBD proved to be a thoroughly intense and engaging, preternatural (Anne Rice word) romance/thriller. I can’t wait for part 2. Without providing any spoilers (hopefully): Bella (Kristen Stewart) slew me with her emotional and extremely realistic wedding isle walk. There is a fantastic confrontation between Jacob (Taylor Lauther) and the other werewolves. Lastly, the ending moments (I won’t tell you what happens) were suspenseful, riveting and all together satisfying. Highly recommended. Go see it!
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Wild RhymeTrees (Facebook)
No flowing, rapid rivers
Or pools of chlorine harm,
No lake of starry slivers
Can ever hope to charm
Like a warm and sandy beach
Of moon swept, salty seas,
On an island out of reach
Growing silly, Wild Rhyme Trees.
in reference to: Wild Rhyme Trees | Facebook (view on Google Sidewiki)
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Wild Rhyme Trees (Poetry) Forum
Adjunct to the Wild Rhyme Trees website where poets old and new can easily post their finest poetic works for critique and review. Please post according to topic and be kind, respective and always helpful to others in your comments. Now, write ’till it’s night and your work is out-of-sight!
in reference to: http://wildrhymetrees.com/phpbb/index.php (view on Google Sidewiki)
Posted in Literature, Poetry
graveben
Yahoo! discussion group about the New York City borough of Brooklyn and, more specifically, the neighborhoods of Gravesend and Bensonhurst (and other surrounding ‘hoods). Do you know the history of Gravesend? Are you still pining for that missing childhood sweetheart? Do you reminisce about those insane block parties and explosive 4th of July celebrations? Join graveben, today!
in reference to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/graveben/ (view on Google Sidewiki)
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Coffee is Not a Drink for Pussies
Rick Lupert is the author of this thoroughly enjoyable, bitting poem. I’ve had it up on Wild Rhyme Trees for years — but I never realized a video had been produced. Warning: This poem contains adult language. Here is the written poem, and here is the video.
Posted in Poetry
Stage Fright
Here I present the last poem by the late Brooklyn Poet Laureate, Ken Siegelman, who passed away at his home on Friday, June 19, 2009. Their are numberous articles about the man and his life on the Internet. Our borough president, Marty Markowitz, also has him featured on his website (just click on his Poetic Brooklynites link when you get there).
They are calling this a great poem. A classic. I’ll let you decide. All I have to say is that there are hidden, sparkling word gems out there — sleeping in old desks and musty shoe boxes, yellowing in forgotten notebooks of discarded papers and, of course, displaying on the multitude of unknown, personal poetry websites and blogs which shall never see the light of official praise or publication.
STAGE FRIGHT
Somewhere in mid adolescence I filled the silence
Of this empty house with a scratchy edginess
Sparking the first intrusions of a panic sweat.
The pines thickening at dusk set the stage
For a thousand murder mysteries where killers
And assassins lay in wait as my first few
Lines flutter into a black hole where I knew
A full house audience was supposed to be
Hiding in the anonymity of the abyss;
Just beyond the orchestra and umbra of the
Floor stage lights…
Up to a point I could transcend all
The ill-tempered husbands whose wives
Had dragged them out,
Just to dry off in a theater
With chaffing thighs and soaking socks…
Women who were stood up on a date,
Predisposed to seeing each male role
As the voice of thoughtless scoundrels
Who never returned after going out
To buy a pack of cigarettes…
And then there were the critics
Who would safely take their stabs
Thrusting with the peevishness of small minds
Bent on, strangling anyone in sight.
Those who realized they could never write
A play or poem, or watch a hero levitate
From a chaotic character who seemed to die off
In the second act.
Best to preempt the dusk with orange-amber porch lights
Napalming biting fleas and fierce mosquitoes
Blinding those who take the first dibs
On ending one’s lonely life.
Ken Siegelman
Brooklyn Poet Laureate, May, 2009
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BBC Broadcasts
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The sky above, the mud below….
Why does that title (from a 1961 movie about life among the natives of Dutch New Guinea) remind me of the 1969 film, Putney Swope? And what does either have to do with this Brooklyn blog? If I deduce the relationship, I will certainly post it here. Perhaps I’m just pondering unique childhood memories – like watching Star Trek on my friend Babe’s color TV. (Yes, it was a big deal, back then. Not everyone had color.) That and Star Trek was … well, fascinating (as Spock so often noted)! Click on the About link for more information.
My title banner consists of a beautiful b/w photo of Nathans in Coney Island, a view of the Shore Parkway bicycle path with the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge in the distance, Lucy’s food stand (an Italian feast staple) and the Dairy Maid Ravioli store on Avenue U (and my apologies to the hundreds of locals and establishments I left out).
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Is MySpace In Trouble?
Posted in Internet, MySpace, news, social-networking
Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York
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The Sad Demise of Geocities
The demise of Geocities will cause a great distrubance in the force.
There will be a huge number of historic websites that will, simply, cease to exist (except perhaps within the vaults of the Internet Archive).
It is nice to be able to taste human food, once again.
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