<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241672945278095089</id><updated>2012-02-14T12:19:25.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>acrosshistory</title><subtitle type='html'>this is a bullshit blog for random thoughts, photos, art, and music.... If anything i post sparks an interest, I'm sure you can buy it used on amazon for less then $3.00. 

enjoy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>acrosshistory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09421510726555060207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241672945278095089.post-6222578151342225487</id><published>2008-08-26T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:33:27.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1209</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLR2Wa15IWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RNoVss8IhIo/s1600-h/_MG_1432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLR2Wa15IWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RNoVss8IhIo/s400/_MG_1432.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238942394073293154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to sign a lease with my friend/roommate for a year, we have been living together for about 6 months, but the landlord finally got around to asking us about a lease.  I'm in process of making up a contract for james, for my own rules and procedures, and decided to share. I think there fair, i am kinda weird to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) no mom jokes.&lt;br /&gt;2) no making fun of comet, he's needy and will need your love as well.&lt;br /&gt;3) don't talk shit about the  girls i bring home&lt;br /&gt;4) close the bathroom curtain after taking a shower.&lt;br /&gt;5) eradicate soap scum at all times.&lt;br /&gt;6) since we are both gemini moody fucker's who love to argue, never leave the house mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last wish - 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLRyTgOJmNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FWY3O00hEfs/s1600-h/0000f0pc.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLRyTgOJmNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FWY3O00hEfs/s400/0000f0pc.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238937945931094226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take rites of spring and mix it with embrace, and there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?dxvnfahsn8u'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?dxvnfahsn8u&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanaz- africa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLRy8gc5n6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/E61in6aea-w/s1600-h/africazambia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLRy8gc5n6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/E61in6aea-w/s400/africazambia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238938650367598498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of cream but fuzzier with african beats, 3 songs are in the native language bemba, and 9 songs in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?gyzrorobmyw'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?gyzrorobmyw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horacia vaggione -la maquina de cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLR2EZ1mwQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_uyEc5HI7VM/s1600-h/57830-200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLR2EZ1mwQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_uyEc5HI7VM/s400/57830-200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238942084566008066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the record is pretty synthesized with a ton of  sampled loops,  two songs... i have ridden my bike to this many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?rwbgaiixexb'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?rwbgaiixexb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monorchchid - Distortion b/w Babies, Impostor Costume With Rooted Hair Mask, and When The Mutes Begin To Root  7 "s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLR1TGBk5MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5zMF6WpZHpg/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLR1TGBk5MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5zMF6WpZHpg/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238941237433918658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLR1TBjPVwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/laFtbt0cBM0/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLR1TBjPVwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/laFtbt0cBM0/s400/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238941236232935170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLR1TXxZ4OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QNisdvKHhYc/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLR1TXxZ4OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QNisdvKHhYc/s400/Picture+11.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238941242197926114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast rock and role punk with interesting guitar playing, also  snotty vocals.  that sounds cheesy but it's not, i kinda hate the whole rock punk genre, but this band ruled... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?d9sa4yfjicr'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?d9sa4yfjicr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241672945278095089-6222578151342225487?l=acrosshistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/feeds/6222578151342225487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241672945278095089&amp;postID=6222578151342225487' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/6222578151342225487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/6222578151342225487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/2008/08/1209.html' title='1209'/><author><name>acrosshistory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09421510726555060207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SLR2Wa15IWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RNoVss8IhIo/s72-c/_MG_1432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241672945278095089.post-6417819857688940998</id><published>2008-08-06T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:33:35.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dead horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoUMbGFZTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gFn39xEEgoE/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoUMbGFZTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gFn39xEEgoE/s400/Picture+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231516120808514866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tattoo by zach nelligan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i recently noticed i create dead horses in my life, it's impossible to avoid, i get in a strut and i ride it until it's dead, even though my happiness is jeopardized. i never learn or benefit from straddling the beast, i just continue to ride, till it's dead... This happens in all aspects of my life; jobs, relationships with woman, and even in mindless things such as what i choose to eat. at this very moment i'm straddling a dead horse (my job), i hate it, but it's comfortable, it pays the bills, i even work from home, but my happiness is jeopardized. i hate it so much i even sing little jingles on how much i hate it, is this normal ?? do all people do this ? i love to bitch, my job isn't hard, not threatening, it's just sucking my soul. at times i feel like a douche thinking about my unhappiness, while so many are unfortunate and wishing to be in the same position, but fuck em, this is my dead horse and i need to dismount. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david byrne Lead Us Not Into Temptatio soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoEz1rNKMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CCrKZyNZ6Dk/s1600-h/41HAM0PC8PL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoEz1rNKMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CCrKZyNZ6Dk/s400/41HAM0PC8PL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231499205772388546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's moody and  it's dark in many places, and bizarrely upbeat in others. the song speechless is incredible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?pmqf58uxqw7'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?pmqf58uxqw7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tear jerks chances are 7"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoVZIHnx0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/M0--OENMJUA/s1600-h/R-1040468-1187118938.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoVZIHnx0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/M0--OENMJUA/s400/R-1040468-1187118938.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231517438564616002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asa osborne from lungfish playing lofi avantgarde type of stuff, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?wmy6nto2bh1'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?wmy6nto2bh1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the strange boys- isn't it pretty to think so 7 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoJAeRwlpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/twfm_kjUMn8/s1600-h/m_6c77c9e6e842daeeef2b7f0190474958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoJAeRwlpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/twfm_kjUMn8/s400/m_6c77c9e6e842daeeef2b7f0190474958.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231503820876453522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r&amp;b garage, this is by far one of the better bands coming out of austin right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?f4hwemowbsr'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?f4hwemowbsr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fennesz-transition 7 inch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoKIpdyDqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QERzU4c3pH8/s1600-h/image.php.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoKIpdyDqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QERzU4c3pH8/s400/image.php.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231505060830252706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ambient type stuff, i love working to this stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?qegwq5wdpuw'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?qegwq5wdpuw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;steven jesse bernstein - prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoLzVuj62I/AAAAAAAAAE8/exytaiXj6_M/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoLzVuj62I/AAAAAAAAAE8/exytaiXj6_M/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231506893777922914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird poetry read over jazzy ambient music.  bernstein committed suicide by stabbing himself in the throat three times with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?z2uegjttspc'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?z2uegjttspc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arab strap- mad for sadness (live) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoOVsofXzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/daLWqOs84dk/s1600-h/215DM68TSWL._SL500_AA130_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoOVsofXzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/daLWqOs84dk/s400/215DM68TSWL._SL500_AA130_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231509683065282354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scots talking about fucking over mellow instrumental like music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yetd0lxtv7f"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?yetd0lxtv7f&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241672945278095089-6417819857688940998?l=acrosshistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/feeds/6417819857688940998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241672945278095089&amp;postID=6417819857688940998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/6417819857688940998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/6417819857688940998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/2008/08/dead-horse.html' title='dead horse'/><author><name>acrosshistory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09421510726555060207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/SJoUMbGFZTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gFn39xEEgoE/s72-c/Picture+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241672945278095089.post-7043169965583235244</id><published>2007-10-25T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:21:21.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tickle</title><content type='html'>this morning my friend and I heard noises from the apartment next to me, it sounded like moans of despair, we both looked at each other and wondered what the hell was happening. My neighbor is a middle aged overweight blind mexican lady. She's very nice, i often see her leaving her apartment with a long white walking stick which guides her from the numerous obstacles that we take for granted walking by every day. so i guess i keep an eye her to make sure everything goes well but i'm often scared to talk her, due to the lack of knowing what to say.  if i see her i tend to avoid conversation especially if she's unable to see me from a distance, i normally just wait until she's passes. Two days ago, i saw her, we were both leaving in the morning for work, and I over came my fear of silence and started a small conversation, + since i just got a dog who often barks when i'm not home, i wanted to make sure he wasn't annoying her and that i'm working on the barking issue. anyway.... back to this morning and the moans of despair, they started to get louder and i could here mumbling words of stop and help, I quickly put on my jeans and ran over to the door, my heart beat  was beating fast and was scared. since i was outside the door, i heard the moans clearer and louder, i stated in a clear and somewhat masculine voice, "are you ok, do you need any assistance" and i waited for a few seconds (i was thinking about just opening the door) and i heard giggling and laughs.. I was flabbergasted and also relieved, that she was ok and that i didn't barge in like a super-hero to a blind tickle party orgy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harriet the spy - unfuckwithable &lt;br /&gt;this band was from ohio durring the mid 90's, the were noisy and spastic, think unwound like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RyEcUX36MCI/AAAAAAAAADs/Bt29eE4r21s/s1600-h/219AYQKPNEL._AA130_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RyEcUX36MCI/AAAAAAAAADs/Bt29eE4r21s/s400/219AYQKPNEL._AA130_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125408987255812130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?70movgyizmo'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?70movgyizmo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and you will know us by the trail of the dead - s/t &lt;br /&gt;this band should have quit after this record, and it was their first .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RyEcUn36MDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YMkVwKWaHmo/s1600-h/516Y6C9S20L._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RyEcUn36MDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YMkVwKWaHmo/s400/516Y6C9S20L._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125408991550779442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?5xjt4vtcj19'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?5xjt4vtcj19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oxes - live Orleans, France - 07.05.02&lt;br /&gt;this band was brilliant, instrumental math rock, they were so fun live.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RyEcUn36MEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KeFJAWdUDBQ/s1600-h/639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RyEcUn36MEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KeFJAWdUDBQ/s400/639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125408991550779458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?ejctmgxd4jx'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?ejctmgxd4jx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dazzlingkillmen - recuerda&lt;br /&gt;compilation of songs from this unique and amazing band. it's furious and paranoid noisy music that 's both intense and aggressive. this album includes a rad version of PIL's Poptones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RyEcUn36MFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-o2wvMzi8fQ/s1600-h/217RSSKSCVL._AA130_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RyEcUn36MFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-o2wvMzi8fQ/s400/217RSSKSCVL._AA130_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125408991550779474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?avmkvdyhzmt'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?avmkvdyhzmt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guided by voices - vampire on titus&lt;br /&gt;lowfi and catchy, in my opinion there best records were from the 90's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RyEcU336MGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IrvdzfMAIHg/s1600-h/41HV5MM4XQL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RyEcU336MGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IrvdzfMAIHg/s400/41HV5MM4XQL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125408995845746786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?34wbehbiiyj'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?34wbehbiiyj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241672945278095089-7043169965583235244?l=acrosshistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/feeds/7043169965583235244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241672945278095089&amp;postID=7043169965583235244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/7043169965583235244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/7043169965583235244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/2007/10/tickle.html' title='tickle'/><author><name>acrosshistory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09421510726555060207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RyEcUX36MCI/AAAAAAAAADs/Bt29eE4r21s/s72-c/219AYQKPNEL._AA130_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241672945278095089.post-1291894800063163753</id><published>2007-08-20T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:21:22.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>black bags.</title><content type='html'>I have done a lot driving since I have gotten my license 13 years ago; it’s either it was driving to shows, record stores, or tasty vegetarian restaurants along the boarding states of pennsylvania or just the numerous road trips around the country, but on all these trips and still today i see black bags along the highway. what the fuck are in these bags? at times i think it's a bag full of money, or maybe it's a dead baby, or a hooker's torso, or even fecal matter. then other times i think it's a bag full of old clothes meant to  been delivered to a thrift store. I wish i had stopped for at least one of the bags and investigated it or at least poked it with a stick, maybe if i had, i wouldn't wonder as much, maybe my thought process would focus on more important shit then making ridiculous assumptions on what's in a black bag along the highway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swans - love will tear us apart ep.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the swans, and what could be better then the swans covering a joy division song.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RsnxwfDzvwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vGZ6ebxYEX0/s1600-h/lwtua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RsnxwfDzvwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vGZ6ebxYEX0/s400/lwtua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100873868247285506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?esqjqon9rwc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lords - This ain't a hate thing, it's a love thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the whole rock and roll punk genre, but this band fucking rules.. think zztop, oxes, pussy galore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RsnxwfDzvxI/AAAAAAAAADE/psOrKX5QY70/s1600-h/lp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RsnxwfDzvxI/AAAAAAAAADE/psOrKX5QY70/s400/lp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100873868247285522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?1byywym2wyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dirty three - horse stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they play aggressive ferociously emotional songs, very violin driven, everything this band does i find beautiful and truly amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RsnxwvDzvyI/AAAAAAAAADM/jsmXYQshTKI/s1600-h/2620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RsnxwvDzvyI/AAAAAAAAADM/jsmXYQshTKI/s400/2620.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100873872542252834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?5sciwkbg2yb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diaper - the brown suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's impossible to find info on this band, nor do i have the cover art work but i made one :) &lt;br /&gt;this album is rad, very focussed on the violin and fronted by a female (who i was told played on nirvana's nevermind). it's folk like but expermental at times, i was also told todd rittman and pat samson is in this project as well, it's the reason my friend gave it to me he knows i'm really into us maple.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RsnxwvDzvzI/AAAAAAAAADU/KN2eh5LTOfw/s1600-h/_MG_8000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RsnxwvDzvzI/AAAAAAAAADU/KN2eh5LTOfw/s400/_MG_8000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100873872542252850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?c9wlmqzjvn2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fela kuti- expensive shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this album, it's just so damn catchy, i'm not going to lie here, makes me want to shake my ass, and i never shake my ass, and i hate funk music, but i'm really into fela. I found out who fela was from a bread a circuits record, they used some of his music as sample intros, and ever since then i was really into him, i think this is one of his best albums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RsnxwvDzv0I/AAAAAAAAADc/kZm-hqaDk5Q/s1600-h/33363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RsnxwvDzv0I/AAAAAAAAADc/kZm-hqaDk5Q/s400/33363.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100873872542252866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?4ck1l3c3v1f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rapider than horsepower - stage fright, stage fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this band reminds me of pavement and les savy fav at times, very experimental and fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RsnyWvDzv1I/AAAAAAAAADk/UlmH4l54grg/s1600-h/51W75MNBDDL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RsnyWvDzv1I/AAAAAAAAADk/UlmH4l54grg/s400/51W75MNBDDL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100874525377281874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?0x0z2mjjdir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241672945278095089-1291894800063163753?l=acrosshistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/feeds/1291894800063163753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241672945278095089&amp;postID=1291894800063163753' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/1291894800063163753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/1291894800063163753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/2007/08/black-bags.html' title='black bags.'/><author><name>acrosshistory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09421510726555060207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RsnxwfDzvwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vGZ6ebxYEX0/s72-c/lwtua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241672945278095089.post-7194112446702515637</id><published>2007-08-07T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:21:23.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking bowie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rrk6ebMpJXI/AAAAAAAAACc/nrz63Xh4WAI/s1600-h/mbear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rrk6ebMpJXI/AAAAAAAAACc/nrz63Xh4WAI/s400/mbear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096168747717698930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to never buy clothes, and if i do it's a button shirt from a thrift store. with that stated  i purchased three pairs of jeans last thursday. It's almost impossible for me to find simple but fitted jeans which are modestly priced. finding a good pair of jeans  is comparable to the nazis  searching the holy grail( as in indiana jones, the nazis were looking for the grail for years and then indiana found it in like week). anyway i found them at macys and they were on sale, $29.00, levi's slim 514. amazing deal, i was stoked.. i was so excited that the heavy eastern european accented sales lady talked me into getting a macys credit card, so i can save an additional 20%, i caved and did so. what the fuck was i thinking i hate credit cards, i could see if it was a beautiful girl in which i was memorized by her cleavage or her eyes, but it was no other then an older european lady.. my cheapness got the best of me.. yet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day was the first official "dude day", my friend and i have off the same day so we decided to call it dude day, and we would do nothing but dude stuff on that day. The day started off for me driving to james house and he made me a killer tuna sandwich then we headed to jos to talk business over a latte and enjoymeant of the non monsoon weather that texas had been under. we then headed to the mall to walk around and we ended up in macys again. while adventuring in the store we came across a sale rack, and on this sale rack i came across a rad david bowie shirt, and this is pretty much what my whole random blob of words were about, a sweet david bowie shirt purchased at macys for $10.00 and to let everyone know how undude dudes really are. a dude day involved lattes, tuna, walking around the mall and shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rrk6erMpJYI/AAAAAAAAACk/HZHjXp8CfNI/s1600-h/2028635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rrk6erMpJYI/AAAAAAAAACk/HZHjXp8CfNI/s400/2028635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096168752012666242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space Oddity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?11axyduzl0j'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?11axyduzl0j&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rrk6fLMpJZI/AAAAAAAAACs/wlpcT4HrLdg/s1600-h/187164614_39b5807fc6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rrk6fLMpJZI/AAAAAAAAACs/wlpcT4HrLdg/s400/187164614_39b5807fc6_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096168760602600850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man Who Sold the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?d9zd1fmelmy'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?d9zd1fmelmy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rrk6fbMpJaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KGGS0NboM3E/s1600-h/AlbumCovers-DavidBowie-HunkyDory(1971).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rrk6fbMpJaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KGGS0NboM3E/s400/AlbumCovers-DavidBowie-HunkyDory(1971).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096168764897568162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HunkyDory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?3ggewajaldz'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?3ggewajaldz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241672945278095089-7194112446702515637?l=acrosshistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/feeds/7194112446702515637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241672945278095089&amp;postID=7194112446702515637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/7194112446702515637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/7194112446702515637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/2007/08/fucking-bowie.html' title='fucking bowie'/><author><name>acrosshistory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09421510726555060207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rrk6ebMpJXI/AAAAAAAAACc/nrz63Xh4WAI/s72-c/mbear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241672945278095089.post-5711687456749575</id><published>2007-08-04T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:21:24.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doctors &amp; beggars</title><content type='html'>is it just me, or does everyone look around and&lt;br /&gt;wonder why other people are seeing the doctor, while&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the waiting room for your session. Whenever i see an older person,&lt;br /&gt;i automatically think its an aging illness which will&lt;br /&gt;result in some crippling death.. or if i see an&lt;br /&gt;attractive wealthy lady it's depression.. why do i&lt;br /&gt;think these things, am i really that closed minded??  &lt;br /&gt;as i was coming home from the doctors, i saw a&lt;br /&gt;homeless man on the corner of 2222 and the mopac off ramp,&lt;br /&gt;the man was standing with a poor posture but a full&lt;br /&gt;beard. he had a sign that stated ninjas killed his&lt;br /&gt;family, i thought it was witty and his beard was&lt;br /&gt;impressive(almost dan higgs like) so i reached for my&lt;br /&gt;hair tie thats wraps around my money and plastic  and&lt;br /&gt;pulled out a folded dollar bill, to give to this hairy&lt;br /&gt;beast of a beggar. as i rolled down my window and held&lt;br /&gt;out a crisp but folded george washington, the man walked &lt;br /&gt;over with a cocky but expected ungratefulness. as i handed&lt;br /&gt;the bill, i stated i liked his beard, he seemed&lt;br /&gt;unappreciative and ungrateful of my comment and my&lt;br /&gt;dollar which i actually worked for at a job which i dislike, while he writes funny signs and gets people to share their hard earned cash. as i drove off, i thought to myself, fuck that guy, i hope his family was killed by ninjas......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;archers of loaf - all the nations airports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RrdWL7MpJUI/AAAAAAAAACE/sK-E9cDGdoM/s1600-h/archers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RrdWL7MpJUI/AAAAAAAAACE/sK-E9cDGdoM/s400/archers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095636266262275394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of my favorite 90's indie rock band. This album reminds me of my first year of college, i listend to it often while studying and writing papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?5ojxwzmtpdt'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?5ojxwzmtpdt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh white - Josh White Sings The Blues &amp; Sings Volumes 1 &amp; 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RrdWMLMpJVI/AAAAAAAAACM/-bNBtp15HvY/s1600-h/jwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RrdWMLMpJVI/AAAAAAAAACM/-bNBtp15HvY/s400/jwhite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095636270557242706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really great 30's blues album, it really makes you realize there really isn't any hope in life.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?6bzfbxxmxdi'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?6bzfbxxmxdi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gastr Del Sol- mirror repair EP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RrdWMLMpJWI/AAAAAAAAACU/JxD4c_51pQw/s1600-h/gastr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RrdWMLMpJWI/AAAAAAAAACU/JxD4c_51pQw/s1600/gastr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095636270557242722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a jim o'rourke project, it's pretty amazing. loops, horns, piano, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?agjtjmdtm4v'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?agjtjmdtm4v&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241672945278095089-5711687456749575?l=acrosshistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/feeds/5711687456749575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241672945278095089&amp;postID=5711687456749575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/5711687456749575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/5711687456749575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/2007/08/doctors-beggars.html' title='doctors &amp; beggars'/><author><name>acrosshistory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09421510726555060207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RrdWL7MpJUI/AAAAAAAAACE/sK-E9cDGdoM/s72-c/archers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241672945278095089.post-8198370332933824251</id><published>2007-07-30T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:21:24.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>piss driblets</title><content type='html'>I hate when i walk into a bathroom and see piss on a toilet seat, it's disgusting..  what makes one do this? I could see pissing all over a bathroom for a passive aggressive revenge but not leaving piss driblets on a toilet seat. I tend to see this act of disgrace more in the work environment (which is even fucking worse). I can recall numerous times walking into a stall and just getting grumpy as all hell knowing that I work with a douche bag who has no respect for all the future toilet sitters sitting on that seat for that remaining of the day. I even wipe up my piss driblets that are on the rim of the bowl due to a fear of it becoming a grotesque yellow piss stain. I often wonder how these people live, what do their bathrooms look like, how they present themselves, even how they treat other people and animals... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rq4u1LMpJSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m89N-nM6Zq4/s1600-h/Grifters_One_Sock_Missing.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rq4u1LMpJSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m89N-nM6Zq4/s400/Grifters_One_Sock_Missing.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093059719676372258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are not familiar with the grifters think: polvo, unwound, and pussy galore &lt;br /&gt;grifters - one sock missing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?0ju5myi4et2'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?0ju5myi4et2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rq4u1LMpJTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m0FcNSH6MmU/s1600-h/13131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rq4u1LMpJTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m0FcNSH6MmU/s400/13131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093059719676372274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;limpwrist = gay,fun, and hard.&lt;br /&gt;complete limpwrist discography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?dmjglmvpgg2'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?dmjglmvpgg2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rq4u07MpJRI/AAAAAAAAABs/XBLLOEPJyyM/s1600-h/reptilehouse-stumble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rq4u07MpJRI/AAAAAAAAABs/XBLLOEPJyyM/s400/reptilehouse-stumble.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093059715381404946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reptile house = i have a fascination with dan higgs, anything he does is amazing, this was pre lungfish. &lt;br /&gt;reptilehouse - listen to the powersoul, i stumble as the crow flies, and the song talons and claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?bv2pyuxebbt'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?bv2pyuxebbt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241672945278095089-8198370332933824251?l=acrosshistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/feeds/8198370332933824251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241672945278095089&amp;postID=8198370332933824251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/8198370332933824251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/8198370332933824251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/2007/07/piss-driblets.html' title='piss driblets'/><author><name>acrosshistory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09421510726555060207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rq4u1LMpJSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m89N-nM6Zq4/s72-c/Grifters_One_Sock_Missing.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241672945278095089.post-4590043581369681921</id><published>2007-07-27T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:21:25.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>isis redsea ep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RqoqTLMpJPI/AAAAAAAAABc/_sLul4kpxHs/s1600-h/250030029_f9e5c2872c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RqoqTLMpJPI/AAAAAAAAABc/_sLul4kpxHs/s400/250030029_f9e5c2872c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091928837607466226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept in today... sleeping in is the greatest and the worst. great for being lazy and unproductive the worst for feeling like i wasted part of my off day. i wasn't even hung over, i just found that comfy spot on my uncomfortable used futon bed and unconditionally slept. my friend james called twice while i was sleeping, we both have off fridays, so fridays are going to be fun eventful days full of skating, lunch and productiveness, unless i sleep in..... i don't regret sleeping in, i'm actually still tired, i'm hoping a loud record and a cup of coffee will start my day off right... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RqoqTbMpJQI/AAAAAAAAABk/lvuTOB3Q1qs/s1600-h/200px-Isis_Red-Sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RqoqTbMpJQI/AAAAAAAAABk/lvuTOB3Q1qs/s400/200px-Isis_Red-Sea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091928841902433538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isis- redsea ep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?5nhdynldesx'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?5nhdynldesx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241672945278095089-4590043581369681921?l=acrosshistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/feeds/4590043581369681921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241672945278095089&amp;postID=4590043581369681921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/4590043581369681921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/4590043581369681921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/2007/07/isis-redsea-ep.html' title='isis redsea ep'/><author><name>acrosshistory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09421510726555060207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RqoqTLMpJPI/AAAAAAAAABc/_sLul4kpxHs/s72-c/250030029_f9e5c2872c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241672945278095089.post-2093018397734590702</id><published>2007-07-26T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T08:43:10.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cube life</title><content type='html'>i work in a cube and i drink coffee most of the day. i stare at two monitors, one is off calibration and the screen is greener then the other. it's kinda of annoying but not enough for me to change it. i have my headphones on majority of my shift, ok there on nine hours out my 10 hour shift, but i keep the volume down low so i can still hear peoples random conversations. maybe it's more of a background noise for me or it's so people don't bother me... i overhear so many conversations, yesterday i heard the guy behind me being kinda of an ass to his girlfriend and he hung up on her, or the know it all dude that sits on the other side of the cube wall talk about the best workout regiments, the dudes way overweight... who would take advice from that guy, and just today this annoying voice girl bragging that she inherited $125,000.... good god, what is with these people... i hate my cube life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241672945278095089-2093018397734590702?l=acrosshistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/feeds/2093018397734590702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241672945278095089&amp;postID=2093018397734590702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/2093018397734590702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/2093018397734590702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/2007/07/cube-life.html' title='cube life'/><author><name>acrosshistory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09421510726555060207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241672945278095089.post-3476245958413258477</id><published>2007-07-26T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:21:25.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dead texan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RqillbMpJII/AAAAAAAAAAk/3x9NS--pl0M/s1600-h/4189MFJVC9L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RqillbMpJII/AAAAAAAAAAk/3x9NS--pl0M/s320/4189MFJVC9L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091501441116873858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I decided to post an album on how i feel and look this morning. the dead texan is the first solo effort of adam wiltzie.  His first album brings little tidbits from his other projects(Stars of The Lid and Windsor for the Derby) into an altogether more complete, breathless, dreamy, atmospheric form of delicate soundscaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?eeg19vyzdec'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?eeg19vyzdec&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241672945278095089-3476245958413258477?l=acrosshistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/feeds/3476245958413258477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241672945278095089&amp;postID=3476245958413258477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/3476245958413258477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/3476245958413258477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/2007/07/dead-texan.html' title='the dead texan'/><author><name>acrosshistory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09421510726555060207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/RqillbMpJII/AAAAAAAAAAk/3x9NS--pl0M/s72-c/4189MFJVC9L._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241672945278095089.post-7848775027869357389</id><published>2007-07-25T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:21:26.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>philip glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rqg3DbMpJFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tSF2o7f1JL4/s1600-h/glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rqg3DbMpJFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tSF2o7f1JL4/s320/glass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091379910722266194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 12:25am central standard time, i should be sleeping.... resting for work so i'm not depended on a latte to carry me through the day, but in actually reality i'm up, wanting to sleep but unable to achieve it.. i decided to post two records, which i think are brilliant, fascinating, and they often leaves me in a dreamy state. I'm not giving you a history on philip glass,  but he's a composer who writes/crafts beautiful film scores and albums. I chose to post my favorite two albums, which are: glassworks and solo piano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rqg3D7MpJGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0kA35n_faeI/s1600-h/312RDJE84JL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rqg3D7MpJGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0kA35n_faeI/s320/312RDJE84JL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091379919312200802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glassworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?bhajmuzjtmg'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?bhajmuzjtmg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rqg3ELMpJHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-bQKpkSr-sI/s1600-h/41AH0GZA4PL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rqg3ELMpJHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-bQKpkSr-sI/s320/41AH0GZA4PL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091379923607168114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mediafire.com/?3o9ust1cjxg'&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?3o9ust1cjxg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241672945278095089-7848775027869357389?l=acrosshistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/feeds/7848775027869357389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241672945278095089&amp;postID=7848775027869357389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/7848775027869357389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241672945278095089/posts/default/7848775027869357389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosshistory.blogspot.com/2007/07/philip-glass.html' title='philip glass'/><author><name>acrosshistory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09421510726555060207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IeE1aTRIqk/Rqg3DbMpJFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tSF2o7f1JL4/s72-c/glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
