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Using Google App Enigine - Not longer an option for me

Sat, 10 Dec 2011 06:36:23 -0500

I’ve been using Google AppEngine since it was realized. It’s been useful from time to...

Musical Band as Lean Startups

Sat, 10 Dec 2011 03:26:10 -0500

The recent years of development in product endorsements spearheaded by Ashton Kutcher where...

Photo

Wed, 17 Nov 2010 02:47:46 -0500

Photo

Wed, 17 Nov 2010 02:12:21 -0500

När Social Games är Social och det inte är det

Tue, 02 Nov 2010 04:13:00 -0400

Varför är it-journalister så hopplöst lika får ibland? Nu är Social Games nytt och populärt, så då...

SMP's Minecraft: How to Install Custom Texture Packs

Sun, 03 Oct 2010 10:38:53 -0400

SMP's Minecraft: How to Install Custom Texture Packs: Option 1: Edit minecraft.jar 1. The .jar file...

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Fri, 13 Aug 2010 10:17:44 -0400

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Here’s the iPhone App I’ve been working on in...

Mon, 14 Jun 2010 15:25:00 -0400

Here’s the iPhone App I’ve been working on in May

It’s an application for every one that loves jumping and getting a good exercise. The premis is that you can make a series of jumps, the app track how high you jump on each individual jump and how long you rest on the ground in between jumps.

I’ve made this for a client of our’s Peter Häggström who is a retired olympic athlete. Check out the promo video with the world record holder Kajsa Bergquist.

1. How can I use the app?

There are three major work out groups that are sui ted for the ”High Jump Champion”:

- Sports where jum ping is a part of the game. For example bas ket ball, vol ley ball, soc cer, foot ball, high jump, long jump, pole vault etc.

- Sports that need a lot of explo sive muscle fib res. For example sprin ting, speed ska ting and alpine skiing.

- Sports of endu rance. Try to jump as high as pos sible for a longer period of time.

2. How do I jump?

Hold the iphone to your chest as seen on the picture to the right. It’s impor tant that the iphone is poin ted straight up. Push the start but ton and bend your knees and jump. Hold your hand still while jumping.

3. Why does it regis ter the time on the ground?

The time on the ground between the jumps is cru cial when impro ving your ver ti cal capa city. Short ground time and high jumps is opti mal trai ning for explo si ve ness and ver ti cal jump training.

4. Where can I find the mea su re ments of my jumps and ground time?

Scroll between your jumps and click on the bar to find your height and ground time.

5. It feels like I don’t get accu rate results. What can I be doing wrong?

It is impor tant that you don’t bend your knees too much as you hit the ground. It is also impor tant that you hold your hand still as you are jum ping. Try not touching the iphone to your chest while you are jumping.

6. How many jumps can I make?

You can make as many jumps as you like, but if you jump low and fast the appli ca tion might have pro b lems to regis ter all your jumps.

Of Moons, Birds & Monsters by MGMT Why’d you cut holes...

Thu, 06 May 2010 16:32:48 -0400

Of Moons, Birds & Monsters

by MGMT

Why’d you cut holes in the face of the moon base?
Don’t you know about the temperature change
In the cold black shadow?
Are you mad at your walls
Or hoping that an unknown force can repair things for you?
Pardon all the time that you’ve thrown into your pale grey garden?
If the ship will never come you’ve got to move along

Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start
The falling apart
Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder
The waves of black
If she’s going under I can hold my breath till the sky comes back
Or drown like a rat, rat, rat
He’s a rat!

To catch a monster
We make a movie
Set the tempo
And cut and cut its brains out
It will inspire on the burning pyre
Half the distance
Half the motion
Communication
It’s easy as the ocean

[ Of Moons, Birds & Monsters Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

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Pieces Of What by MGMT When the world has turned paralyzed and...

Thu, 06 May 2010 14:25:48 -0400

Pieces Of What

by MGMT

When the world has turned
paralyzed and wrong
cold blooded claws
never offered anything at all
past the point of love
shattered and untied
waiting to pick up the pieces
that make it all alright

but pieces of what
pieces of what
pieces of what
doesn’t matter any more

moonlight on my floor
shining through the roof
they got the city surrounded
as if I needed proof
i forgot my fear
feelings on the rise
burying all of the pieces
falling from the sky

but pieces of what
pieces of what
pieces of what
we used to call home
pieces of what
we used to call home

when i drank your tea
and shallow water still
at the belgian gates
i waited for my meal

[ Pieces Of What Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

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4th Dimensional Transition by MGMT I feel your racing heart My...

Thu, 06 May 2010 12:22:48 -0400

4th Dimensional Transition

by MGMT

I feel your racing heart
My liquid silver arms extended
These waves aren’t far apart
Black gold in clawfoot tubs unchanging
I am fire, where’s my form?
Whisper crimson I intrude
There’s light beneath your eyes
New overtones in view
Endless form, endless time

If what they say is true
You are a shadow in the fourth dimension
To float away with you
We see the corners where nothing happens
While we drifted we were one
Ceilings lifted walls were gone
You speak the language of the breeze
All your leaves were meant for me
The love that every person wants to be

Stuck together, I don’t like revealing secrets
I’ll live inside your lips if you won’t laugh
My heaving hands on rotten fruit at last
Fallow fingers, there’s a surface I can count on
She’d fit inside my heart and take it over
Till her cape got blown into my red lungs
Either there’s a purpose
Or I’m heading out at breakfast
Take a drink, take a drag
One more coffee, ugly hat
No more mirrors, woolen bag
And I am gone

[ 4th Dimensional Transition Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

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Kids by MGMT You were a child Crawling on your knees toward him...

Thu, 06 May 2010 10:10:48 -0400

Kids

by MGMT

You were a child
Crawling on your knees toward him
Making momma so proud
But your voice is too loud

We like to watch you laughing
You picking insects off of plants
No time to think of consequences

Control yourself
Take only what you need from him
A family of trees wanting to be haunted
Control yourself
Take only what you need from him
A family of trees following
Be positive

The water is warm
But it’s sending me shivers
A baby is born
Crying out for attention
Memories fade
Like looking through a fogged mirror
Decisions too
Decisions are made
Decisions are made and not bought
But I thought this wouldn’t hurt a lot
I guess not

[ Kids Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

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Electric Feel by MGMT all along the western front people line up...

Wed, 05 May 2010 16:40:49 -0400

Electric Feel

by MGMT

all along the western front
people line up to receive
she got the current in her hand
just shock you like you won’t believe
sun in the amazon
with the voltage running through her skin
standing there with nothing on
she gonna teach me how to swim

i said ooh girl
shock me like an electric eel
baby girl
turn me on with your electric feel
i said ooh girl
shock me like an electric eel
baby girl
turn me on with your electric feel

all along the eastern shore
put your circuits in the sea
this is what the world is for
making electricity
you can feel it in your mind
oh you can do it all the time
plug it in, change the world
you are my electric girl

i said ooh girl
shock me like an electric eel
baby girl
turn me on with your electric feel
i said ooh girl
shock me like an electric eel
baby girl
turn me on with your electric feel

do what you feel now
electric feel now
do what you feel now
electric feel now
do what you feel now
electric feel now
do what you feel now
electric feel now
do what you feel now
electric feel now
[ Electric Feel Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

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The Youth by MGMT This is a call of arms to live and love and...

Wed, 05 May 2010 14:32:49 -0400

The Youth

by MGMT

This is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together
We could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever
Lock the parents out, cut a rug, twist and shout
Wave your hands
Make it rain
For stars will rise again

The youth is starting to change
Are you starting to change?
Are you?
Together

In a couple of years
Tides have turned from booze to tears
And in spite of the weather
We could learn to make it together

The youth is starting to change
Are you starting to change?
Are you?
Together

The youth
[ The Youth Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

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Weekend Wars by MGMT Evil S I yes to find a shore, A beach that...

Wed, 05 May 2010 12:27:48 -0400

Weekend Wars

by MGMT

Evil S I yes to find a shore,
A beach that doesn’t quiver anymore,
Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
And I won’t try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change.
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don’t have to love or think too much

Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love

Christ is cursed of faders and maders
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn’t use computers anymore
It’s difficult to win unless you’re bored,
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars

Try to break my heart I’ll drive to Arizona.
It might take 100 years to grow an arm
I’ll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I’m the weekend warrior
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and light and love

I’m a curse and i’m a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There’s a reason I don’t win,
I don’t know how to begin
[ Weekend Wars Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

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Song For Dan Treacy by MGMT He spends his time or maybe half of...

Wed, 05 May 2010 10:22:49 -0400

Song For Dan Treacy

by MGMT

He spends his time
or maybe half of his time
or part of the time wandering
‘round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes
with a tear in his eye
as the children walk by, he’s thinking of a song
then stops to paint a picture of a frown
walking around

Dan Treacy’s smile
leaves you trying to decide who’s the victim, what’s the crime?
no rest for the mind
that’s seen it all before
and I don’t know where he lives
but he’s a myth of a man
and Texas Bob the cameraman
is off to fix his sit before the show
yeah, but where did he go?

to know when your time’s up
you flip the glass and watch the hours quickening
in the back of the station
fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering
well he speaks his mind
he says “what is crime?”
Dan Treacy’s eyes
In the middle of the park
when the underground is dark,
he’s a poet he’s a lark
he starts thinking about a place that no one knows
and when the creeks run dry
he stays frozen in time
strange lights in the sky
start blinking
I can see the car outside but he’s listening
he’s listening
and he’s making up his mind
he made his mind up
to get things done and overcome
he made his mind up
yeah he’s gonna let it go
he made his mind up
in the park and at the station
he made his mind up
yeah, he’s gonna get it done
he made his mind up
ooh yeah he’s gonna get it done
he made his mind up
yeah, he’s gonna let it go, uh oh
no matter the time
oh oh
when the creeps run by
oh no
he’s making his mind up
oh oh oh oh
yeah he’s gonna get it done whoa oh
oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh
yeah, he’s gonna listen to his soul,
yeah, when the creeps walk by and say
“come here boy, look me in the eye”
bow to the heart, back to the beat of
Dan Treacy

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Time To Pretend by MGMT I’m Feelin rough I’m Feelin...

Tue, 04 May 2010 15:56:48 -0400

Time To Pretend

by MGMT

I’m Feelin rough I’m Feelin raw
I’m in the prime of my life.

Let’s make some music make some money
find some models for wives.

I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin
and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine
and the elegant cars.

This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun.

Yeah it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up
for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We’re fated to pretend.
To pretend
We’re fated to pretend.
To pretend

I’ll miss the playgrounds and the animals
and digging up worms.
I’ll miss the comfort of my mother
and the weight of the world.

I’ll miss my sister, miss my father,
miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I’ll miss the boredom and the freedom
and the time spent alone.

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten.
Life can always start up anew.

The models will have children, we’ll get a divorce,
we’ll find some more models,
Everything must run its course.

We’ll choke on our vomit
and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.
To pretend
We’re fated to pretend
To pretend
I said Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

Lullaby by The Cure I spy something beginning with s… on...

Sat, 01 May 2010 13:19:48 -0400

Lullaby

by The Cure

I spy something beginning with s…
on candystripe legs the spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
looking for the victim shivering in bed
searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
suddenly!
a movement in the corner of the room!
and there is nothing i can do
when i realize with fright
that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight!

quietly he laughs and shaking his head
creeps closer now
closer to the foot of the bed
and softer than shadow and quicker than flies
his arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes
“be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy
don’t struggle like that or i will only love you more
for it’s much too late to get away or turn on the light
the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight”

and i feel like i’m being eaten
by a thousand million shivering furry holes
and i know that in the morning i will wake up
in the shivering cold

and the spiderman is always hungry…

“Come into my parlour”, said the spider to the fly… “I have something… “

The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean by Emily Dickinson The sky...

Sat, 01 May 2010 10:00:48 -0400

The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean

by Emily Dickinson

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.

A City Winter by Frank O’Hara 1 I understand the boredom...

Sat, 01 May 2010 06:50:00 -0400

A City Winter

by Frank O’Hara

1
I understand the boredom of the clerks
fatigue shifting like dunes within their eyes
a frightful nausea gumming up the works
that once was thought aggression in disguise.
Do you remember? then how lightly dead
seemed the moon when over factories
it languid slid like a barrage of lead
above the heart, the fierce inventories
of desire. Now women wander our dreams
carrying money and to our sleep’s shame
our hands twitch not for swift blood-sunk triremes
nor languorous white horses nor ill fame,
but clutch the groin that clouds a pallid sky
where tow’rs are sinking in their common eye.

2
My ship is flung upon the gutter’s wrist
and cries for help of storm to violate
that flesh your curiosity too late
has flushed. The stem your garter tongue would twist
has sunk upon the waveless bosom’s mist,
thigh of the city, apparition, hate,
and the tower whose doves have, delicate,
fled into my blood where they are not kissed.

You have left me to the sewer’s meanwhile,
and I have answered the sea’s open wish
to love me as a bonfire’s watchful hand
guards red the shore and guards the hairy strand,
our most elegant lascivious bile,
my ship sinking beneath the gutter’s fish.

3
How can I then, my dearest winter lay,
disgorge the tasty worm that eats me up
falling onto the stem of a highway
whose ardent rainbow is the spoon’s flat cup
and in the vilest of blue suited force
enamored of the heated needle’s arm
finds the ministrant an own tongue’s remorse
so near the blood and still so far from harm,
thus to be eaten up and gobbled down
volcanoes of speedometers, the strike
that heats the iris into flame and flow’rs
the panting chalice so a turning pike:
you are not how the gods refused to die,
and I am scarred forever neath the eye.

4
What are my eyes? if they must feed me, rank
with forgetting, in the jealous forest
of lustrous blows, so luminously blank
through smoke and in the light. All faint, at rest,
yet I am racing towards the fear that kills
them off, friends and lovers, hast’ning through tears
like alcohol high in the throat of hills
and hills of night, alluring! their black cheers
falling upon my ears like nails. And there
the bars grow thick with onanists and camps
and bivouacs of bears with clubs, are fair
with their blows, deal death beneath purple lamps
and to me! I run! closer always move,
crying my name in fields of dead I love.

5
I plunge deep within this frozen lake
whose mirrored fastnesses fill up my heart,
where tears drift from frivolity to art
all white and slobbering, and by mistake
are the sky. I’m no whale to cruise apart
in fields impassive of my stench, my sake,
my sign to crushing seas that fall like fake
pillars to crash! to sow as wake my heart

and don’t be niggardly. The snow drifts low
and yet neglects to cover me, and I
dance just ahead to keep my heart in sight.
How like a queen, to seek with jealous eye
the face that flees you, hidden city, white
swan. There’s no art to free me, blinded so.