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The reorganized website; access to all my posts & threads?
I was trying to link to one of my earlier threads, the one about stickers & Somnambulance, still my opus with fairly close to a couple thousand views from 2006; and found "recent threads and posts" though had difficulty getting the link; I was only able to do from having posted on that thread not too long ago. This makes me discouraged; if there isn't a way to find all the threads and posts I've made. Both for the technical things I may want to reference, going back to one of my earliest threads about using the automatic transmission cooler part of a brass after market radiator in my car; as part of the engine cooling system, with an adapter for a remote oil-cooler between the engine block and spin-on filter; and the literary work, too. I know I've not donated in awhile, though have once or twice to date. I'm always thinking of doing so, and won't fail in my notion: If something probably more encouraged if I were assured in this matter, I'll have continued access to all my threads & posts-and anyone else will be able to access easily as well.
Mainly I'm pretty busy mentally so forgetful in the lurch, the reason I've not donated lately even though often on my mind; like just lately trying to get up to speed with this amazing person, Seattle musician and instrument maker Alexander Eppler, I first met during '92 whose Seattle yellow pages ad as a flute maker led to our meeting, because I was seeking someone to make a replacement for a $10 flute from Cy's Secondhand in Spokane made from a piece of copper boiler pipe the same length and pitch as the standard Boehm system flutes with keys and pads in the key of C, with ten tone holes and an elegant aluminum embouchure plate also an obviously lethal weapon.[http://www.epplerflutes.com [http://www.bulgariankaval.com
World famous karate* teacher Teru Chinen one of Chuck Norris's advisers another student in the Y class told me,[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teruo_Chinen whose more informal old guys' YMCA class I was part of about a year or two earlier, a month or two where I returned my washed uniform making Teru unhappy(because someone in my neighborhood a flute maker of bamboo meditation flutes had pressured me) perhaps heard me play; a day or two before my musical proficiency had completely gelled, still feeling irksome to my ego recalling of that "Sensai" I've noticed in one Japanese/English lexicon in an used bookstore on Monroe in Spokane translates as "absolute tyranny" Wikipedia says of "literally born before another"-since I noticed Teru with a much younger woman and a youth about ten years old easy to think their son walking past me across the street on the opposite sidewalk, I made $700 with during the festive season of '91 playing on street corners in Spokane.
That initial meeting with Alexander was while living out of the '66 VW "square-back" sedan I did that with the majority of the time we were together from '82-'94; and during 2010 I returned to the same west Seattle shop for our second encounter, in the Festiva: Seeking his help he promised over the phone during '09, in repairing the tiny woodwind the thumbnail shows intact; which I spaced out and left on the roof of the Festiva locking the keys in the car getting a fail-safe spare. Leaving the parking lot of Mojo Music here in Bellingham March 7th, 2008 after the most stressful of eight round trips from Eureka, CA to Bellingham from February to June moving here, with the tiny horn in the Tupperware case secured by a bicycle toe-strap; I heard that clatter to the street down the block and knew exactly what had happened, so pulled instantly to the curb across the street from another music store on Guide-Meridian, Piper Music.
To watch helpless as a late model grey party van ran over my little horn like a beer can, easy to imagine that driver never noticed; the HUD section 8 inspector of my Eureka apartment an older gentleman John Paul Bertain, had given me an estimated value of $12,000 for. The metal mouthpiece cap protected that end of the instrument fairly well, while I was on my hands and knees picking pieces of the Bundy Eb clarinet resonite bell which I'd greatly modified; out of macadam for the next half hour, with not a vehicle passing in the lane I was kneeled in the middle of. Several months ago within the past year I dreamt of the instrument intact, with seven postage stamps attached; in the tomb of what seemed an ancient pyramid in Egypt. Long stories, right; I've plenty of reason to believe in my tiny horn, as one an experimental prototype for an interesting mass production musical instrument: The Festiva's role now stands peculiar in, which came about from someone in Eureka telling me about the pending time change a week later to daylight savings time-so I set my wristwatch ahead leaving there and was still an hour too soon, I'd forgotten about during the fourteen hour drive to Bellingham; getting to Mojo Music after unloading the Festiva at my new apartment where I'm still living almost five years later, wanting to show an employee at Mojo also a musician the horn, who turned out to be off work that day.
Oh, and the new website's appearance seems less attractive; if perhaps because something I'm not used to? I'm also a little confused by some of the technical things, as a computer/internet primitive; I guess are more advanced than the old website? An administrator may think this thread more appropriate as off-topic; though I'm posting initially at least in General Discussion, for the strong orientation involving automobiles: And a truck.
Teru runs in the annual 10k Spokane Bloomsday run, then in his mid 50s who reliably always finished in the top thousand of a race drawing over a hundred thousand; who invited me to his own dojo that afternoon for a celebration, which I brought a huge amount of my own recipe "brown rice tabouli" for featuring red beets and red cabbage with tamari along with parsley and lemon juice, he'd told me was a pot luck.[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tabbouleh Strangely, we were the only people there until I left awhile later keeping what was left of the dish I prepared, who I'd waited for as he commented, on a bench next to the garbage can at the entrance to his south hill Spokane compound I'd never been at before; who had offered me a can of the macro-beer Schlitz I declined, then sampled some of my cooking in his home, looking as if I'd managed to be somehow flippant he had to stomach. I roast the brown rice well before cooking, if anyone wants to experiment; which is what gives a texture I think similar to bulgar. Using short grain brown rice in that instance, which I'm eager to experiment with using medium grain brown rice now; the type overwhelmingly common when a person asks for brown rice in many, likely nearly all restaurants-except those featuring organic cuisine. Lundberg used to offer a medium grain brown rice, the largest producer of organic brown rice in the United States; whose "nutri-farmed" products are transitional to organic, as was the medium grain I've noticed they no longer sell the most recent time I was trying to buy a twenty pound bag at a co-op in Bellingham. Chinen arrived in a '48 half ton International pickup his students had given him; or at least had that parked there-we'd commented upon encountering, having our meal together?
*"To be stronger, more flexible and to think more clearly" was my impromptu shout my first day when asked why I was there to study karate' which was loudly applauded by the class. I'd been doing some thinking; and was taking a Tai Chi class also at the Y, simultaneously I lasted in the same length of time as Teru's karate' class with a teacher from China who was also capable of teaching Tai Chi as a martial art. He'd taught members of the royal English family then recently in Vancouver, B. C. who'd had a class in Tiananmen Square and was given to making funny comments about people being able to come through Communist reeducation well.
Mainly I'm pretty busy mentally so forgetful in the lurch, the reason I've not donated lately even though often on my mind; like just lately trying to get up to speed with this amazing person, Seattle musician and instrument maker Alexander Eppler, I first met during '92 whose Seattle yellow pages ad as a flute maker led to our meeting, because I was seeking someone to make a replacement for a $10 flute from Cy's Secondhand in Spokane made from a piece of copper boiler pipe the same length and pitch as the standard Boehm system flutes with keys and pads in the key of C, with ten tone holes and an elegant aluminum embouchure plate also an obviously lethal weapon.[http://www.epplerflutes.com [http://www.bulgariankaval.com
World famous karate* teacher Teru Chinen one of Chuck Norris's advisers another student in the Y class told me,[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teruo_Chinen whose more informal old guys' YMCA class I was part of about a year or two earlier, a month or two where I returned my washed uniform making Teru unhappy(because someone in my neighborhood a flute maker of bamboo meditation flutes had pressured me) perhaps heard me play; a day or two before my musical proficiency had completely gelled, still feeling irksome to my ego recalling of that "Sensai" I've noticed in one Japanese/English lexicon in an used bookstore on Monroe in Spokane translates as "absolute tyranny" Wikipedia says of "literally born before another"-since I noticed Teru with a much younger woman and a youth about ten years old easy to think their son walking past me across the street on the opposite sidewalk, I made $700 with during the festive season of '91 playing on street corners in Spokane.
That initial meeting with Alexander was while living out of the '66 VW "square-back" sedan I did that with the majority of the time we were together from '82-'94; and during 2010 I returned to the same west Seattle shop for our second encounter, in the Festiva: Seeking his help he promised over the phone during '09, in repairing the tiny woodwind the thumbnail shows intact; which I spaced out and left on the roof of the Festiva locking the keys in the car getting a fail-safe spare. Leaving the parking lot of Mojo Music here in Bellingham March 7th, 2008 after the most stressful of eight round trips from Eureka, CA to Bellingham from February to June moving here, with the tiny horn in the Tupperware case secured by a bicycle toe-strap; I heard that clatter to the street down the block and knew exactly what had happened, so pulled instantly to the curb across the street from another music store on Guide-Meridian, Piper Music.
To watch helpless as a late model grey party van ran over my little horn like a beer can, easy to imagine that driver never noticed; the HUD section 8 inspector of my Eureka apartment an older gentleman John Paul Bertain, had given me an estimated value of $12,000 for. The metal mouthpiece cap protected that end of the instrument fairly well, while I was on my hands and knees picking pieces of the Bundy Eb clarinet resonite bell which I'd greatly modified; out of macadam for the next half hour, with not a vehicle passing in the lane I was kneeled in the middle of. Several months ago within the past year I dreamt of the instrument intact, with seven postage stamps attached; in the tomb of what seemed an ancient pyramid in Egypt. Long stories, right; I've plenty of reason to believe in my tiny horn, as one an experimental prototype for an interesting mass production musical instrument: The Festiva's role now stands peculiar in, which came about from someone in Eureka telling me about the pending time change a week later to daylight savings time-so I set my wristwatch ahead leaving there and was still an hour too soon, I'd forgotten about during the fourteen hour drive to Bellingham; getting to Mojo Music after unloading the Festiva at my new apartment where I'm still living almost five years later, wanting to show an employee at Mojo also a musician the horn, who turned out to be off work that day.
Oh, and the new website's appearance seems less attractive; if perhaps because something I'm not used to? I'm also a little confused by some of the technical things, as a computer/internet primitive; I guess are more advanced than the old website? An administrator may think this thread more appropriate as off-topic; though I'm posting initially at least in General Discussion, for the strong orientation involving automobiles: And a truck.
Teru runs in the annual 10k Spokane Bloomsday run, then in his mid 50s who reliably always finished in the top thousand of a race drawing over a hundred thousand; who invited me to his own dojo that afternoon for a celebration, which I brought a huge amount of my own recipe "brown rice tabouli" for featuring red beets and red cabbage with tamari along with parsley and lemon juice, he'd told me was a pot luck.[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tabbouleh Strangely, we were the only people there until I left awhile later keeping what was left of the dish I prepared, who I'd waited for as he commented, on a bench next to the garbage can at the entrance to his south hill Spokane compound I'd never been at before; who had offered me a can of the macro-beer Schlitz I declined, then sampled some of my cooking in his home, looking as if I'd managed to be somehow flippant he had to stomach. I roast the brown rice well before cooking, if anyone wants to experiment; which is what gives a texture I think similar to bulgar. Using short grain brown rice in that instance, which I'm eager to experiment with using medium grain brown rice now; the type overwhelmingly common when a person asks for brown rice in many, likely nearly all restaurants-except those featuring organic cuisine. Lundberg used to offer a medium grain brown rice, the largest producer of organic brown rice in the United States; whose "nutri-farmed" products are transitional to organic, as was the medium grain I've noticed they no longer sell the most recent time I was trying to buy a twenty pound bag at a co-op in Bellingham. Chinen arrived in a '48 half ton International pickup his students had given him; or at least had that parked there-we'd commented upon encountering, having our meal together?
*"To be stronger, more flexible and to think more clearly" was my impromptu shout my first day when asked why I was there to study karate' which was loudly applauded by the class. I'd been doing some thinking; and was taking a Tai Chi class also at the Y, simultaneously I lasted in the same length of time as Teru's karate' class with a teacher from China who was also capable of teaching Tai Chi as a martial art. He'd taught members of the royal English family then recently in Vancouver, B. C. who'd had a class in Tiananmen Square and was given to making funny comments about people being able to come through Communist reeducation well.
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