Here it is! So quick, did I hear you say? Time flies, time flies. I’m starting to get this baby movie editing down. This one only took me three hours. Hope you enjoy it. I’ve mixed in a few new photos which I’ve also uploaded into the Sophia Rose photo album.
Movie for hi-speed broadband (21 mb, might be a wait for some… but really good quality)
Movie for low speed internet connection (7 mb, i.e. dialup)
Sophia’s first movie is back online due to popular demand… I got a few emails from various relatives wanting to see you-know-who, so I got my rear in gear and uploaded it. It takes a bit to download (esp. if you don’t have broadband), but just be patient, let it load and then let er rip.
Click here for the movie.
The sequel is in post-production.
The new issue of Rolling Stone in the U.S. features Bono on its cover and has a summary of an extensive interview that Jann Wenner did with the irish activist earlier this month. No big news there. The cool thing is that Rolling Stone is making a podcast of almost all (thankfully they are editing it down to about 3 one-hour pieces) of the 10 hour interview available thru their website. I’ve had a listen to the first podcast and I have to say that it is really fascinating. This is the most real and transparent that I have ever heard Bono be. He offers some very straight answers to some good questions (Not surprisingly, I didn’t dig Wenner’s interview style. Rolling Stone punks. Wouldn’t know good copy if it hit ‘em on the nose). He talks childhood in Dublin, musical influences, biblical exegesis, repressed sexuality and prayer.
You can find out how to get the podcast here. The sound quality is not great.
To end any suspense that anyone might have had (I don’t have any doubt that many of you have been waiting with baited breath to hear how I did), I think I did pretty well on my last exam. I whizzed through the first two questions of three having studied all the right material. With the third question came hand cramps. I don’t know if they are from stress or lack of hand-writing practice, but they sure as heck did hurt! I had to spend about 5 minutes unwinding my hand from itself before jumping on the last question. I am not sure that I pegged that one as well as I would have liked, but at the end of the day I think I will have pulled a pretty good grade (mark) for the overall exam. And I know I did well on the I referred to in my last blog entry. No news until the end of December on how I did.
The hotel that I booked via the internet to stay in the night before the exam was… um… grotty. Any that’s putting it nicely. I am increasingly becoming to believe that although you can save a lot of money by using the internet to book accommodation, it is almost never worth it. There is no replacement for being able to walk into the lobby of a place, have a look around and then decide if you want to slap down some plastic to rest your head there that night. The fact that the door frame of the room I stayed in had been recently replaced after being forced in should explain a lot of what the hotel was like. Needless to say, the description of the place on travelocity didn’t include any such detail. About the only thing that the website had right was its geographic location. But it was cheap, by golly!
Jim and Tim (just arrived from the UK via Ibiza to learn some Spanish) made requests for fresh milk from the Safeway in Gib, so I did my best to bring home the goods. I was able to lug them back 10 bottles of the stuff, so that oughta keep em happy for a while.
Arriving home after being away is doubly good with a daughter. She was as excited to see me as an 8 week old can be (which isn’t incredibly a lot sense she is just becoming able to recognize me and associate my voice and face with the reality that I’m her Dad).
I’m off to the Rock tomorrow. The Rock of Gibraltar. I’ve got a showdown with a University exam at 2.30. I’ve studied and I know that I’m pretty good at taking essay exams. Here goes nothing.
I set my glasses down by the bathroom sink. Washed my face, brushed my teeth and went to bed. The next morning, when I put my glasses on, the left arm of my glasses quite simply fell off. Crap. I tried to get through the first day without my glasses. Bad idea. By five o’clock that afternoon, I had the mother of all headaches.
I’m not completely sure what I should do. I haven’t got the cash this month to pay for new ones. My glasses are from the US which means that I can’t get them repaired. I think I am going to whip out a bit of plastic and get some new ones. I’m not going to last very long at this rate.