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Saturday, March 13th, 2010
12:54 pm - Looking for a job. java team lead / system architect


At the moment I am looking for a job of java team lead / system architect.
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Monday, January 1st, 2007
11:31 pm - The Road to Salvation - a multimedia serial story by Laura Cushing


If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, what paves the way to salvation?

Orville Deacon, the charismatic televangelist who hosts The Road to Salvation, has been embroiled in a scandal of epic proportions. Sex, drugs, and inappropriate use of donations - he's accused of it all. In the midst of the investigation, he commits suicide - leaving behind his wife Mary and their four sons - Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. The story is told primarily from the perspective of the four brothers as they search to redefine their lives in the light of their father's suicide, and his secret life they never knew.

This exciting drama, as told by Laura Cushing, will unfold through a variety of media - journal entries, newspaper clippings, audio clips, music, and photography.

Join us on The Road to Salvation- the story starts soon!


Artists, musicians, photographers, models, and voice actors wanted! If you want to do more than watch the show, please see this post for how you can contribute to our story.

Our current contributers include artist Jeff Swiggum and musicians Daniel Brummel and Fiberoctopus!

current mood: good


Sunday, February 13th, 2005
8:38 pm - looking for activity partners


i am a programmer and i am working on some open source projects.
A dynamicly updated news site and a comunicating editor.That is a small introduction about my current activities.

If any body wants to join me on any of my project to get experience or to learn then you are most welcome.

I am running a news web site also at www.pakishop.com

html/css/xml/php/mysql/java are the tools i am working on.


Wednesday, February 2nd, 2005
4:45 pm

Hi,somebody know how can I add plug-in VE(visual editor ) to Eclipse ?
I tried go step by step what was written in FAQs (http://www.eclipse.org/vep/) and at the end can't find option "Create a new Java Class using the Visual Editor".Also during the installation I coudn't find option - Select the radio button for "another compatible application"...
Somebody help me!!!


Monday, December 13th, 2004
5:00 pm - OOC

i like to keep to myself...i am an aspiring poet often helpful i like to just think, my eyes are blue my hair is white...i am a very tired person...i love music...i love writing. ask if you must know more

current mood: cold


Monday, June 28th, 2004
9:34 am
tara_nelson This is the last time I'll be stopping in here before I'm flying out to Mumbai, with a stopover in Ankara. These next two months are going to be awesome! I whistle when I go up to the bar and sit down, picking up a half-assembled copy of the Wall Street Journal and starting to read.


I'm thinking about introducing a new character. Is it even worth the effort?

current mood: excited

(1 cup Java?)

Thursday, May 6th, 2004
12:56 pm
tara_nelson I'm whistling softly to myself as I walk in the Java Hut. I have a couple of brochures from the local travel agency bunched in my hand, and an empty water bottle that I chuck into the trash. I sit down at a table with a cheap checkers set and quickly push the scattered pieces back into the box before setting out my pamphlets on the table and sitting down. I start reading.

Should I create another character for this community? Do you think it would help things along?

current mood: cheerful

(6 cups Java?)

Wednesday, May 5th, 2004
12:01 am - See you down in Arizona Bay....

The Java Hut was doing it's regular thing, people were coming in and out at a regular interval, and when the bell to the Java Hut rang about.

A few customers though did feel the breeze as a 5 inche piece of plastic flew like a frisbee in the direction of the counter.

Funball quickly grinned, and exited stage left...he had something to do.

((OOC: charisma check the back pocket of the passenger seat of your car, reply after you check :) ))

(2 cups Java?)

Monday, May 3rd, 2004
5:23 pm
tara_nelson It's been a few weeks since I've been here, and things are finally looking up. I plan on going to play tennis later, today-but first things first; I need to get an espresso and a biscotti. I go up to the counter and make my order before taking a seat by the window and opening up a letter I got from my friend.

current mood: cheerful

(1 cup Java?)

Monday, April 19th, 2004
9:58 pm - A new friend...

So the holidays have gone by, and classes are starting up again. In a way, it's nice to get back to the comfortable routine of things. I went to my father's house for Easter weekend- brought Jenny with me to meet him. It went surprisingly well. He really likes her, and she enjoyed seeing my room there and didn't even laugh at the odd collection of crap I'd accumulated through the years. Felt kind of funny to be in my room with her.. you know? Like that little lonely space that I'd spent so many nights in sort of opened up somehow, and became big enough for two. There was a storm on Saturday night, and I held her in my old bed and we listened to the sound of the rain and the thunder and talked about our plans for the future.

Easter dinner was surprising- my father made ham. I didn't know the old man could cook.. .I mean, all the years I was growing up I don't really remember him making anything other than hamburgers on the grill. Being sober seems to be good for his domestic skills or something. Shit was even glazed and everything, if you can believe it. The kind with pineapples and cherries and all that. We didn't dye eggs or have chocolate or anything- but it was good. Anyhow when Jenny and I got back to New York, we bought some after Easter clearance candy and we've been eating it ever since in a chocolate frenzy, so yeah.

Putting the band together is going well- we've had a couple of practices, though we don't have a name for it yet. I think I need to get everyone that's involved to vote on it, you know? I mean, shouldn't bands be some sort of democracy that way? At least, unless it's one guy carrying the band- which isn't the case here. There's a hell of a lot of talented people involved, and I'm really glad to be playing with them.

So I was thinking about all this stuff that's been going on today at work, because it started off quiet enough. Jenny was behind the counter, and I was taking the garbage out to the dumpster. But as I was throwing it in... I heard this cat meowing. I looked around, but I didn't see anything. When I opened up the dumpster to empty the trash though, the sound got louder. So I did a bit of dumpster diving... and man, do I smell now. Jenny's going to kill me. But down under some trash was this little box, and inside the box was a tiny mewling ball of fluff. A kitten! Who would throw a kitten away like that? Man, people are cruel. I tucked the little furball into my pocket---and got clawed nearly to death while I was trying to put the garbage back in the dumpster. Geeze, how can something tiny be so sharp?

Anyhow, I headed back inside to show Jenny... and to hope that someone in the Hut knew how to take care of a tiny kitten, because I sure don't have a clue.

KittyCollapse )

current mood: surprised


Thursday, April 1st, 2004
11:48 am - Band practice!

So today's the day where hopefully everyone interested in forming a band (as of yet, unnamed) will show and we'll do the practice thing and everything will come together. Ideally. I'm feeling optimistic today, so I'm going to believe that things are going to happen for the best.

I've brought my electric guitar in today instead of the acoustic I usually bring in to mess around with between customers. Set it up on the stage area, and I'm going to test it out a bit to make sure it's all working good (and I'm in tune). I should probably try one of my own tunes, but I've had this song by The Elected stuck in my head for weeks now, and I've been working out the tabs to it, so I'll try that one first...

Greetings in Braille...Collapse )

current mood: hopeful

(9 cups Java?)

12:11 am - Good, Bad, I'm the one with the gun.

I walked into Java The Hut, for the first time in a long while… Seems like I'm never around anymore. I look and see Mike, and Jenny, talking to a new girl, and figure what the hell I'll go over and join them.

"What's new? And give me a coffee black as usual." I say as I take a seat next to the girl, and grin at Mike.

I scratch the back of my head, reach into my coat pocket, and pull out a crumpled five-dollar bill.

current mood: cheerful

(6 cups Java?)

Wednesday, March 31st, 2004
9:45 pm

As April entered the Java Hut, she realized what month was coming upon the world. April. Ugh. Maybe it will be a month of her hiding in her house so she didn't have to here "Oh April, it's your month then, ha ha!"

Besides, she didn't want to stab people that said that in the eye. Her warthog would have to fend for itself. Sadly it didn't eat bodies.

She pulled down the hood of her blue sweatshirt and took off her leather jacket, putting it on the back of a chair. She looked at the purple haired homeless looking guy and refrained from shaking her head. She decided to keep her camera around her neck after noticing him. The guy could get his hair dyed, but couldn't buy a new shirt. She didn't say anything as she walked up to the counter.

"I'll take the largest bottled water you have," she said to the person behind the counter.

(32 cups Java?)

Sunday, March 28th, 2004
6:35 am

The beaten up black van pulled up to the Java Hut as usual. It's tinted black windows hid the passenger, known to the folks around the area only as Happy Funball. The door to the van open and unlike his normal graceful exit...he exited ungracefully, almost stumbling. There seemed to be something different about Funball. While sometimes it appears that he hadn't taken a bath, this seemed much worse. His purple hair was tinted with red. If someone looked closely they would know it was from small cuts through his scalp. His arms were cut up, and blood stains seemed to have soaken through his baseball jersey around the abdominal region, and the back of his jersey seemed to be burnt in a chainlink fence patter. His left knee seemed extremely swollen, and his arms had small cuts over them. He looked at his current predictament and simply fell forward onto his hands. He kept his legs in the air and walked over to the door of the Java Hut, opening it with his un-injured leg, and headed, walking on his hands, to the counter. he flipped himself onto his feet, keeping most of his weight on the good leg, and smiled his smile that sometimes un-nerved people.

"Give me the drug you know I'm after," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his money clip. He flipped through his cash and pulled out five ones, for the sheer reason that they only had a little blood on the ends instead of the five that was on the outside of the clip. He slapped them down and smiled.

current mood: nuts

(23 cups Java?)

Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004
5:57 pm
tara_nelson I walk in the door, eager to relax after playing tennis this afternoon. It's been too long since I've been to the Java Hut, but I've been feeling exhausted with everything that's been going on. But I cheer myself up by thinking about my upcoming trip to Europe. I settle in a comfortable seat off in the corner where I can watch the rest of the room, and pull out this month's assigned novel, Animal Farm.

One of these days I seriously hope I'm able to start meeting boys here. But until then...

I sigh and push my book and notes aside. I walk to the counter and order a bottle of lemonade.

current mood: drained

(12 cups Java?)

Sunday, March 14th, 2004
11:25 pm

Another day..another open mic, and another insane greeting from the man only known to people as Happy Funball. Performers have come and gone...but the charismatic wierdness of one Happy Funball stays, once again with boots up in the air, and coffee on his side sitting on his stool in the sugar container it comes in...well, normally people go toward a normal cup, but it seems that Happy Funball hasn't gone to that step. This time he is quiet though, in a trance, not standing on his head, but standing on his hands in a perfect balance.

This guy, is nuts. Probably since he actually humors the employees they don't call the nearest insane asylums.

When his turn is called, he snaps out of a trance, and lands on his feet, taking his stool and bass up to the stage. He pours the rest of the sugar with decaf from a distance into his mouth, some of it splashing on his grey New York Mets button down baseball jersey.

He starts to play a bass rift...and gets that look in his eye...

Throughout the song...he keeps the same insane grin on his face...

The performaceCollapse )

current mood: amused

(2 cups Java?)

Wednesday, March 10th, 2004
10:58 pm - Somewhere over the Rainbow...

My dad didn't wind up coming to see me this weekend. I tried to tell myself I didn't mind that much- after all, I'd been complaining that I didn't really want him up there anyhow. But still, I couldn't help but be a bit disappointed. He called me up and apologized- it's nearing tax time, and he's got a lot of accounting work to do, so he had to work on Saturday and needed to go grocery shopping Sunday. I mean, that's perfectly understandable, right? It's not like he fell off the wagon and went out bingeing or anything... it's good reasons. I still feel like shit about it, though. I was even a bit snarky and said that I didn't care if he comes up this weekend or not. That was kind of mean of me. I almost called him back after and apologized... but I can't. I wouldn't know how to say it, and I'm afraid I'll do more damage than I've already done.

Oh... good news is that Spring break is upon us. No classes to worry about for a while, which is definitely helping my stress levels.

Weekday night, just hanging around the shop and playing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" on my guitar and singing along. It's making Jenny laugh. Her shift, so she's behind the counter and I'm on the couch... but I love seeing her smile.

current mood: good

(5 cups Java?)

Thursday, March 11th, 2004
12:48 am - Fear Beyond Fear

Mike just nudged me, that means it's my turn... and damn am I scared...
Sure enough there's my name being called out to perform...

...was this a bad idea...

i've never performed solo before in front of a crowd... I mean, i've done open-mic before, but that was playing the drums whilst hiding behind Mike, that's totally different to stepping up alone onto the stage, and performing .

...too late now i guess, here goes nothing...

I pull my rather accoustic guitar out of its case and throw the strap over myself, "this is it" i think to myself, walking from the counter next to Mike onto the stage. Everybody's staring at me, i don't think i've been this scared in... well... ever...


"umm, hi." wait... i should say more...
"My name's Jay, I was thinking of playing something that i'd written myself, but I decided at the last second to play it safe and go with a song that always relaxes me when i feel like nothing in the world can save me... Maybe if i'm allowed back in here after this performance, i'll play something of my own..."

...a joke?? i must be getting used to the crowd...

"ummm, anyway, this song's called "the warmth", by incubus"

I prepare myself for my performance....this really is it...

I'd like to close my eyes and go numb,
But there's a cold wind coming from,
The top of the highest high rise today.
Its not a breeze cause it blows hard,
Yes and it wants me to discard,
The humanity I know,
watch the warmth blow away...

So don't let the world bring you down,
Not everyone here is that messed up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive,
Experience the warmth before you grow old.

So do you think I should adhere,
To that pressing new frontier,
And leave in my wake, a trail of fear,
Or should I hold my head up high,
And throw a wrench in spokes by,
Leaving the air behind me clear?

So don't let the world bring you down,
Not everyone here is that messed up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive,
Experience the warmth before you grow old.
So don't let the world bring you down,
Not everyone here is that messed up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive,
Experience the warmth before you grow old.

Before you grow old...
Where did it go...
Where did it all go?

wow i love that song...

hold on... crowd... performance... fear...
all comes flooding back...


(2 cups Java?)

Tuesday, March 9th, 2004
2:54 am

(Hi, just insert comments before or after the whole thing and i'll respond, just wanted to get one big post out)

She pulls up into the parkinglot of the Java Hut. She was pointed to this direction from a couple of townies when she went to pick up her seaseme seed chicken and steamed rice. One black booted, black jeaned leg stepped out of the her trusty jeep. This might be the one time Grunt wasn't around to actually see any type of Open Mic, but sadly most places have a "No Warthogs" policy. If she wasn't getting takeout she probably would have road her cycle hear instead.

She brushed a couple of stray dark hairs away from her face and shook her brown hair out a bit as she walked to the Java Hut, her boot heels (not high heels mind you, just sturdy biker boots) clicked on the pavement, chinese food bag in one hand. She wore her leather biker jacket due to the slight bit of cold that snapped through the area.

She looked for the signup sheet for the open mic and signed up, ordering a bottle of water. She placed the water and her jacket (revealing a baggy dark grey sweatshirt) at a table and went back out to her Jeep to remove her keyboard and amp. It was pre-programmed for one of the last songs she did, so she figured that it would be the best thing to go about doing (that and she needed to retune her guitar now that the move was over).

She sat down, mixing the chicken and rice into a larger container, and calmly ate her chicken (with chopsticks), and drank her water (without chopsticks) while listening to others sing or recite until it was her turn. She brought the keyboard up to the stage and set it up, and plugged the amp in.

"Hi, I just moved here. My name is April. What I'm going to play sounds alot better on my piano at home...but I really can't drag a baby grand around with me everywhere I go. Let's put those lessons from Berkley to use now shall we...This is "A Beautiful Goodbye" by Amanda Marshall"

She sits in front of her keyboard, seeming to concentrate on the first opening cords, and then starts to sing softly...

Fed up with my destiny
This place of no return
Think I'll take another day
Slowly watch it burn
Doesn't really matter
How the time goes by
Cause I still remember you and I
And that beautiful goodbye.

She continues to play flawlessly as her voice gets slightly more powerful..

Stagger through these empty streets
Laughing arm and arm
And I have made a mess of me
your confessions keep me warm
I don't really miss you
I just need to know
Do you ever think of you and I
And that beautiful Goodbye

The cords seem to bring in an extra harmony...as her voice gets softer again.

When I see you now
I wonder how
I could have watched you walk away
If I let you down
Please, forgive me now
For that beautiful goodbye

She presses a button her keyboard, which brings in a slight a slight string accompanyment with the piano

In these days of no regrets
I keep mine to myself
And all those thigns we never said
I can save for someone else
And nothing lasts for ever
But we always try
And I just can't help but wonder why
We let it pass us by

Her voice gets a stronger, as the strings get louder.

When I see you now
I wonder how
I could have watch you walk away
If I let you down
Please...forgive me now...
For that beautiful goodbye

One side of of the keyboard seems to be playing an organlike tune as she starts to sing at the top of her voice...accompanied by the strings.

Baby what can I do
All I get through to you
And sometimes I cry yeah
It's a fool's lullabye
Sometimes I cry
It's just a fools lullabye
Oh oh...i'm tired of this time

It clicking another button, it goes back to the piano sound, the song ends out. She didn't say anything as she put everything away, and headed back to finishing her dinner.

(3 cups Java?)

Sunday, March 7th, 2004
7:34 pm - I Return...

wow, now there's a sound i havn't heard in, well, much too long....
I used to hate that damn bell, but now it's just comforting to be back, I've been away far too long.

I step over to the counter where a familiar face looms...
"hi mike"
a nice simple greeting for two friends that havn't seen each other in a couple of weeks

"sorry i've been away so long ... where do i sign up for open mic?"

(10 cups Java?)

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