It happens outside of myself, comes in to my brain through one of my physiological capacities I possess that provide input for perception. The data gets processed in my mind, where I add some herbs and spices, cultivated from the residual build-up from previous cycles of traffic. It brews for a bit, then makes its way down my neck, arms, then fingers. It gets typed up. Then you read it.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
My mom has an iPod
really wanted one, because it was just something she would mention
every time she's feeling old LOL.
ANYWAY
So my mom has always sang while doing dishes or cooking. She sings
madd loud and sings prettily. My mom has always had a good voice.
BUT NOW
She finally has an iPod.
And it has headphones.
So she sings headphone-style. Like, she doesn't hear herself.
And it sounds bad.
Help me.
Madd gadgets
Jesse's iPod
Mom's iPod
Dad's Walkman Phone
My iPhone
Jesse's iPhone
AppleTV w/ Boxee
PS3
XBox 360
My iMac
Dad's MacBook
Jesse's Mac Mini
The 42" LCD 1080p HDTV
The 32" CRT 1080i HDTV
The Sony home theater system
all of these devices somehow work seamlessly with each other.
I think it's amazing.