today i forgive myself
for indiscretion
for feeling instead of thinking
for letting instinct have the driver's seat
because i have done nothing wrong
there is never any malice behind my actions
compassionate compresses work wonders
nourishing conversation.. heals a lot
and
quietly playing the piano when a student doesnt show up for lesson..
freed my mind
to see.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
How to add a USB mic for voice chat in OMGPOP
When you are not in a game, but rather in a lobby..
you right click the mouse over any part of the site to bring up the settings for the Adobe flash player...
It won't work from hamby.com
On the settings there are five tabs. It is a bit difficult to move between the tabs or work the close button.
The first tab is to allow omgpop to control the mic.
The fourth tab is to select the mic from a drop down box and turn on the volume.
Most peeps who have trouble with usb connected mic's
find that fiddling with the settings will help their mics work.
you right click the mouse over any part of the site to bring up the settings for the Adobe flash player...
It won't work from hamby.com
On the settings there are five tabs. It is a bit difficult to move between the tabs or work the close button.
The first tab is to allow omgpop to control the mic.
The fourth tab is to select the mic from a drop down box and turn on the volume.
Most peeps who have trouble with usb connected mic's
find that fiddling with the settings will help their mics work.
hair today gone tomorrow..
good lord.. why did i ever say i can write on ANY topic? there is obviously something very very wrong with me. i guess i was flexing my newly developed writing muscles.
now, my ego is taking a humbling hit..
im blank.
rosie's decidedly going light. so.........
i have a student. he is eleven. this kid is bright as a wiz. keeps me on my toes. and i happily try to keep him thinking. beyond lessons in voice and piano, we discuss ideas. it all relates back to what we talk about in lesson.. it all relates back to music.. somehow. ~grins. we talk physics. we even dragged rosie into one of our many mind expanding conversations.. about patterns. rosie totally blew his mind when she said that what we were discussing was one of many fundamental topics quantum physicists debate.
pretty powerful stuff.
i couldnt donate enough.
now, my ego is taking a humbling hit..
im blank.
rosie's decidedly going light. so.........
i have a student. he is eleven. this kid is bright as a wiz. keeps me on my toes. and i happily try to keep him thinking. beyond lessons in voice and piano, we discuss ideas. it all relates back to what we talk about in lesson.. it all relates back to music.. somehow. ~grins. we talk physics. we even dragged rosie into one of our many mind expanding conversations.. about patterns. rosie totally blew his mind when she said that what we were discussing was one of many fundamental topics quantum physicists debate.
- his mother calls me and tells me that he has lost a close classmate to cancer.
- he comes to lesson with a website address for me to visit. his entire class is donating their hair.
- he comes to lesson with a shaved head.. and a picture of his entire class, boys and girls.. with completely shaved heads.
pretty powerful stuff.
i couldnt donate enough.
Gone Tomorrow.
Hair today,
the sign on the side of the road said.
Small little wooden sign.
500 feet down the road another sign.
Gone tomorrow.
then...
Once a day the easy way
Burma Shave.
George hoped he would get home to his wife before the bomb hit. The warning sirens had gone off, the radio had squawked, "This is not a test" The TV at the appliance store had a serious faced anchor man barely able to keep his voice from wavering. "Today the US coast guard has spotted an enemy submarine surfacing near the bay of ...."
The blinding blast behind him blew out his window, vaporizing George, leaving a flash shadow where he had been a millisecond before. The car's metal melted and the rubber flattened to the road, as the car blew sideways the wheels gone, the driver gone, tomorrow gone.
Lordy, I think I read this opening in an old sci fi magazine I need to rewrite this piece, was not happy with the outcome.
Turns out from my subconscious. George is the name of my Step father....
the sign on the side of the road said.
Small little wooden sign.
500 feet down the road another sign.
Gone tomorrow.
then...
Once a day the easy way
Burma Shave.
George hoped he would get home to his wife before the bomb hit. The warning sirens had gone off, the radio had squawked, "This is not a test" The TV at the appliance store had a serious faced anchor man barely able to keep his voice from wavering. "Today the US coast guard has spotted an enemy submarine surfacing near the bay of ...."
The blinding blast behind him blew out his window, vaporizing George, leaving a flash shadow where he had been a millisecond before. The car's metal melted and the rubber flattened to the road, as the car blew sideways the wheels gone, the driver gone, tomorrow gone.
Lordy, I think I read this opening in an old sci fi magazine I need to rewrite this piece, was not happy with the outcome.
Turns out from my subconscious. George is the name of my Step father....
{[ Yea..]}
I'm taking a break
will be back when I feel its right.
I'm not leaving. And you know this.
I promise.
I'm not leaving. And you know this.
I promise.
<3 You all.
.Amy.
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