Shoes

Shoes

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[In the background "Please Don't Eat the Daisies" Sung by. Doris Day & Company, Plays]
After the first April Showers
Flowers appear everywhere,
and as they bloom,
their fragrant perfume,
tell us that spring's in the air.

Please, please don't eat the daisies,
don't eat the daisies, please, please.

Here am I waitin' and anticipatin'
the kisses that I'll get from you.

Please, please don't eat the daisies,
don't eat the daisies, please, please.

I'm so romantic that I'm gettin' frantic
wonderin' what you're gonna do.

Do you love me,
Do you love me not?
That's what I'm longin' to know.
Do you love me,
Do you love me a lot?
You'll prove it by lettin' the daisies grow.
Oh!

Please, please don't eat the daisies,
don't eat the daisies, please, please.

Supposin' it showers while you're
eatin' flowers. The hours will be
wasted away.

Please, don't eat the daisies
today
don't eat the daisies,
don't eat the daisies,
don't eat the daisies,
don't eat the daisies,
don't eat the daisies,
don't eat the daisies.

Dad: Happy birthday twins
Brother: A computer!, and a car thanks mom and dad!
Dad: Kelly, Go ahead and open your present.
Kelly: What the Hell?!
Mom: What did you expect? Condams?
Brother: Nice present Kelly.
Kelly: Shut up deck!
Brother: Skank.
Kelly: I'm gonna betch slap you shetbag!
Brother: No, I'm an athlete.
Mom: Stop fighting you two are twins. For goodness sakes. Don't they have the same thoughts?
Kelly: [Thought] Shoes
Brother: [Thought] Playstation
Dad: [Thought] Fiscal responsibility
Mom: [Thought] Tom Scarritt
Dad: Kelly? Where are you going?
Kelly: Out!
Mom: Whore.
Dad: Kelly, what are you gonna do with your life?
Kelly: I'm gonna get what I want.
Dad: [Under Breath, music starts] Christ!

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Shoes
Shoes
Shoes
Oh My God!
Shoes

Let's get some shoes
Let's get some shoes
Let's get some shoes
Let's get some shoes

Shoes
Shoes
Oh My God! Shoes
Shoes

These shoes rule
These shoes suck
These shoes rule
These shoes suck!

Shoes
Shoes
Shoes
Oh My God! Shoes

These shoes rule
These shoes suck
These shoes suck
These shoes suck

I think you have too many shoes
Shut up!
I think you have too many shoes
Shut up!
I think you have too many shoes
Shut up!
I think you have too many shoes
Shut up!

Stupid boy
Stupid Boy
Let's get some shoes
Let's party

[Musical interlude]

[02:30]

These shoes are three hundred dollars
These shoes are three hundred dollars
These shoes are three hundred fucking dollars
Let's get em'

Store Cleark:
Um, this style runs small
I don't think your gonna fit
I mean your feet are kinda big

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh, by the way betch
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!

[Musical interlude, Kelly's voice within]
Shoes
Those shoes are mine betch
These fucking shoes betch
Those shoes are mine betch
Betch
Betch
Betch

[03:52]

[Credits]

liamshow.com
"Shoes" available on iTunes

[04:00]

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Oh Rusty

This is Rusty's Story.

Ohio Vacation Pictures

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Google Possible Copyright Infringement

clipped from blogoscoped.com Supposed to be celebrating: 90th Anniversary of the Copyright Act. Reason for rejection: Potential trademark infringement for using the © symbol.

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Web 2.0... The Machine is Us/ing Us Transcript

This is the transcript for that YouTube Video "Web 2.0 ... The Machine is Us/ing Us" that I posted on earlier. It is a great video! This is why I took the painstaking effort of reviewing someone else's transcript of it and added more text from the video, corrected minor spelling errors, and most importantly added all of the links and sites represented in this video. The nice feature of the original blog post that I grabbed was that it had time codes in square brackets; I improved them to be more exact and added the washed out scenes with the starting points of the YouTube videos in square brackets. Why did I do this? Because some of the places in that video are very cool and I figured I would share the wealth. My mission was to make the transcript completely reflect the entire video and all of the content represented. I went frame by frame through the whole video to ensure all the spelling from the original was carried over. I hope you all enjoy!

Web 2.0 … The Machine is Us/ing Us

[time codes in square brackets]
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Text is linear
Text is unilinear
Text is said to be unilinear
Text is often said to be unilinear
Text is unilinear
when written on paper

Digital text is different
Digital text is more flexible
Digital text is moveable
Digital text is above all … hyper.
Digital hypertext is above all ….
hypertext is above all ….

hypertext can link
here
here
or here …

virtually anywhere
anywhere virtually
anywhere virtual

Way Back Machine
http://yahoo.com
(Take me Back)
Oct 17, 1996

View source
Most early websites were written in HTML
HTML
HTML was designed to define the structure of a web document
<p>
<p> is a structural element referring to “paragraph”

[1:00]

<LI>
<LI> is also a structural element referring to “List Item”

As HTML expanded, more elements were added,
including stylistic elements
like <b> for bold
and <i> for italics

Such elements defined how content would be formatted.
In other words form and content became inseparable in HTML

Digital Text can do better.
Form and content can be separated.

CNN.com
RSS
View source
XML was designed to do just that.

<title> does not define the form. It defines the content.
Same with <link>
and <description>
and virtually all other elements in this document.
They describe the content, not the form.
So the data can be exported,
free of formatting constraints.

NetVibes

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Anthro Blogs
Savage Minds
Solution Watch
World Changing
Anthro Journals
University of California Press
Current Anthropology
AESonline.org

Google
With form separated from content, users did not need to know complicated code to upload content to the web.
(I’m feeling Lucky)

Blogger
Create a blog
Blog title: Beyond etext
URL: beyondetext.blogspot.com
Your blog has been created!

Monday, January 29, 2007
Hello World!
Posted by Professor Wesch at 8:14 PM

There’s a blog born every half second

and it’s not just text …
(Search)

YouTube
YOUTUBERS [2:07]

Flickr
Ahoy mwesch!
Upload Photos
Anthropology Club
Created by you

Google
XML facilitates automated data exchange
two sites can “mash” data together

flickr maps
(I’m feeling Lucky)

Who will organize all of this data?

tag this
anthropology web2.0
(save)

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Who will organize all of this data?
We will.
You will.

Google
XML + U & Me create a database-backed web
a database-backed web is different
the web is different
the web
we are the web
(I’m Feeling Lucky)

Wired
We are the web [p. 5, para. 6, l. 2-5]
When we post and then tag pictures
we are teaching the Machine
Each time we forge a link,
we teach it an idea.
Think of the 100 billion times per day humans click on a web page teaching the Machine

the Machine
Diigo
Highlight and Sticky note

The machine is us
The machine is using us
The machine is us

Digital text is no longer just linking information …
Hypertext is no longer just linking information …
The Web is no longer just linking information …
The Web is linking people …
Web 2.0 is linking people …
… people sharing, trading, and collaborating…

[Washout]
FaceBook
YouTube - Gotta see it to BELIEVE it [0:47]

Wikipedia
Web 2.0
Edit this page…
You can edit this page

[4:00]

We’ll need to rethink a few things …
We’ll need to rethink copyright
We’ll need to rethink authorship
We’ll need to rethink identity
We’ll need to rethink ethics
We’ll need to rethink aesthetics
We’ll need to rethink rhetorics
We’ll need to rethink governance
We’ll need to rethink privacy
We’ll need to rethink commerce
We’ll need to rethink love
We’ll need to rethink family
We’ll need to rethink ourselves.

by
Michael Wesch
Assistant Professor of Cultural Anthropology
Kansas State University

Digital ethnography

Music by D E U S
There’s Nothing impossible

Creative Commons License: BY NC SA

[4:33]

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I Love Embedable Media

The Ambien Cookbook

So a co-worker of mine, Diane, found this article in The New Yorker and I figured I would make it accessible though my site with MLA citations at the end!!  Here is the original article.

 

THE AMBIEN COOKBOOK

by PAUL SIMMS

Issue of 2006-07-31
Posted 2006-07-24

The sleeping pill Ambien seems to unlock a primitive desire to eat in some patients, according to emerging medical case studies that describe how the drug’s users sometimes sleepwalk into their kitchens, claw through their refrigerators like animals and consume calories ranging into the thousands.
—The Times.


Sorpresa con Queso
Ingredients:
7 bags Cheetos-brand cheese snacks
17 to 19 glasses tap water
5 mg. Ambien

Place Cheetos bags in cupboard.

Take Ambien, fall asleep.

Wait 2-3 hours, then sleepwalk to kitchen, tear cupboard doors off hinges in search of Cheetos.

Find Cheetos, eat contents of all 7 bags.

Fall back asleep on kitchen floor.

When awakened by early-morning sunlight, get up and say, “What the—?”

Wipe orange Cheetos dust from fingers, face, and hair.

Drink 17 to 19 glasses of water from kitchen tap.

Return to bed.

 

Icebox Mélange
Ingredients:
Entire contents of refrigerator
1 Diet Snapple
5 mg. Ambien

Take Ambien, fall asleep.

Wait 2-3 hours, then sleepwalk to kitchen.

Devour everything in refrigerator (including all fancy mustards and jellies, iffy takeout leftovers, and plastic dial from thermostat).

Belch loud enough to wake wife or girlfriend. When she enters kitchen, bellow, “Can’t you see I’m working here?”

Fall asleep on kitchen floor.

After 4-5 more hours, wake up on subway, fully dressed from the waist up, drinking a Diet Snapple.

 

Licorice Surprise
Ingredients:
1 black extension cord
1 wall outlet
5 mg. Ambien

Plug extension cord into wall socket near bed.

Plug other end of extension cord into clock radio on nightstand.

Take Ambien, fall asleep.

Sleep 3-4 hours.

Roll out of bed, wake up on floor.

See extension cord, think, What a big delicious licorice rope that is!

Chew on essentially flavorless cord until you get to the metallic center, where the surprise is.

 

Tummy Cake
Ingredients:
5 eggs
2 cups flour
1 cup Crisco
1/2 cup milk
5 mg. Ambien

Take Ambien, fall asleep.

Wake up in kitchen, mixing eggs, flour, Crisco, and milk in—for some reason—a mop bucket.

Let batter settle.

Go to living room, turn on TV, search channels for a show that explains the second part of how to make a cake.

Curse the designer of your TV remote for making a device that has the buttons on the wrong side—all facing the floor, where you can’t see them.

Remember batter.

Retrieve bucket from kitchen, drink entire contents in 3-5 gulps.

Remember that the batter was supposed to be cooked.

Draw hot bath, immerse yourself in it, knead bloated stomach in effort to facilitate cooking process.

When mouth fills with now cooled bathwater, wake up and return to bed.

Lie back on pillow, watch cartoon bluebirds orbiting your head.

Grab one cartoon bluebird in midair and devour it raw, feathers and all.

Wake up at 7 A.M., with wife or girlfriend demanding to know what the F happened in the kitchen last night.

While trying to answer, burp up a single cartoon-bluebird feather. Cover mouth guiltily, even though she seems not to have noticed the feather.

When she slams the bedroom door and goes to work, pick cartoon-bluebird feather out of the air and swallow it.

Fall asleep for 36 more hours, interrupted only by periodic—and somehow epic-seeming—trips to the bathroom.

 

Nhi Ho Trang Phu
Ingredients:
1 package beef jerky
1 quart mango-flavored Gatorade
1 saucepan potable water
Salt to taste
5 mg. Ambien

Lay out beef jerky and Gatorade on nightstand, in anticipation of somnambulistic snack attack.

Take Ambien, fall asleep.

After 2-3 hours, awaken half-submerged in a rice paddy in the jungle lowlands just north of the Mekong Delta.

Back “in country.” You know you’re going to Heaven, ’cause you’ve spent your time in Hell. But here you are once again—back in the Shit.

Stay still, stay quiet—as quiet as a mouse. You are asleep, but all of your senses are alert.

Spot V.C. sapper no more than one foot away, playing possum in spider hole beneath duvet-cover camouflage.

Silently stalk stationary V.C.; two can play this game, no?

When you gain tactical advantage, corner V.C. and remove ear(s).

Go to kitchen, put ear(s) into pot of water on stove, tie on souvenir lobster bib from Cape Cod trip last summer, sit down at kitchen table with knife in one hand and fork in the other, saying “Fee, fi, fo, fum” over and over—until water boils, or you wake up in police custody despite now earless wife or girlfriend’s protestations of your innocence as delivered to police detective in emergency room, where she now is (whichever comes first).♦

 

Simms, Paul. "The Ambien Cookbook."
       The New Yorker, 31 July 2006. Date Acessed: 2 Aug. 2006.
       Link to Original Article.

 

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