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Fri, May. 6th, 2005 08:42 pm
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When I think of things in storage, I think of them being inert. Set aside. Able to be retrieved, but truly not in a place that they can be pulled out of and used in an instant, at least not without some penalty on the utility. So, where are the tools out there to help. I am digitizing a lot of photos. I want them “stored” but very searchable. I like to use picasa as a means of associating labels to them and allow picture A to be view when look at label 1, 2, or 3. What do you use to store, organize, retrieve your stored images, music, video. This is all part of process of digitizing all of my the images of my life and my families. I will have a few thousand of them at least; I have done about 200 at this time. 10 since I started this post. I am looking at any suggestions for software or techniques for Windows system to organize the data. Feel free to Comment or email exportryan at Gmail.com   
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Mon, Dec. 6th, 2004 10:53 pm
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I am a mild mannered kind of guy. A peace loving, no confrontational man. Like a heavy weight Jesus, except without the Son of God thing.
So I am sitting in the parking lot outside of my office, talking on my phone. I am gazing across the muddy and mostly ignored lawn that stretches between my building campus and the adjoining office. Somewhere in the middle is the property line. I have no thought about this line, who cares? But today, it was "Yard Maintenance Day". For both office buildings. There are some big ole leafy trees there. That means that the grass is covered with leaves. Big soggy leaves. Now, Team A headed up my Marcos (I know his name, he and I shared a knowing nod when a guy ran over the gigantic stainless steel post box in the parking lot) is blowing leaves onto the Team B's turf. There is a perfect line, on our side...green green grass. On their side, soggy soggy leaves. Beauty Clark, there is the property line. Well, the insidious leader of Team B, let's call him Cobra Commander comes out. Zroooooom, he's got his leaf blower out and starts blowing all Marcos' hard blown leaves over back onto our land! Well, I really should go inside and work. But damn it, that bastard is befouling my LAND. I start rooting for Marcos, who is now counter blowing....
The leaves are now in a frenzy. Did you see Hero? Yeah, picture that. Except instead of Brilliant Reds and Crisp Blues...picture Soggy Greens and Muted Browns. Brilliant. Marcos and Cobra Commander are engaging in the delicate ballet where their feet stay forever anchored to the ground, but the send the leaves whirling out into the air like little fairy marionettes. Sigh. Beauty.
However, Cobra Commander Stars getting the upper hand. I get mad. I have heard of Nationalism, Clanism, but never Parking Lotism. I HATE Cobra Commander. That punk bastard is moving his leaves over near my yard!
I stopped just short of rummaging through my trunk of my ice-axe. I was going to Arms Race that Bastard.
Diversions are good. Divisions are bad. Remember where the line falls, children. Tread it carefully. Current Music: Stevie Wonder-I love every little thing about you
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Mon, Dec. 6th, 2004 08:34 pm
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They say Idle hands are the devils playsomething or others. Pssh. The truth friends is far worse. Believe me, I am slothfull...I have spend days with idle hands. The idle mind is a whole 'nother ball of wax. By the way, not to harp on this mourning thing..but it will be mentioned. Quite a bit. But then I will talk about something..followed by something else! ( Read more... ) Thicke-She's Gansta
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Sun, Nov. 7th, 2004 01:51 pm
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What the crap?! Did I just get crazy and release more and newer Stuff?! Yes, these are not Exportryan branded, but they are still wicked cool. Based on the people's love of monkeys!   Also for a little new ExportRyan blood... 
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Fri, Oct. 22nd, 2004 08:06 pm
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 So if you want to try an write a novel, mosey on over to http://nanowrimo.org and get cracking. I have no idea why I am doing this, I think I am bored or something along those lines. I will be posting anything I write undedited, mostly in English to my blog at http://www.exportryan.com/novel . The general idea is to write 50k words between 12:01AM 11/01 and 11:59pm 11/30. Good on ya mate. If you don't want to do it, fine. But I am tired of all your nay saying.
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Mon, Oct. 18th, 2004 08:24 pm
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 Yvonne Rae Hoffman 1956 - 2004 Yvonne Hoffman of Kent died October 8, 2004 of complications from pancreatic cancer at Valley Medical Center in Renton. She was 48. Born February 16, 1956 in Yakima, Yvonne spent her early childhood in Sunnyside and then from grade school to high school lived in Yakima. She graduated from Eisenhower H.S. in 1974. In March of 1975, she married her high school sweetheart, Rod Hoffman. During the early years of their marriage, Rod and Yvonne lived in Mississippi and California before returning to the Kent area in 1982. Yvonne was a dedicated mother to her two sons, Chad and Ryan. As a full-time homemaker, she was active in their school, church and sports activities and home-schooled both sons through most of their grade school years. An accomplished chef and home decorator, Yvonne was known by friends and family as a generous host who always made visitors feel right at home and offered up wonderful meals. Yvonne blended a passion for antiques with her business skills while working at large Antique Malls in Kent and Issaquah for several years. It was in her day to day dealings with both customers and antique/ collectable dealers that Yvonne was able to touch so many lives with her compassionate and loving attitude. Yvonne is survived by her husband of 29 years, Rod Hoffman; her sons, Chad and Ryan Hoffman, of Kent; and her brother, Greg Mott, of Yakima. A memorial service celebrating her life will be held at 2pm on Saturday, October 30th at the Doxa Church, 7551 35th Avenue SW in West Seattle. cold
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Thu, Jun. 10th, 2004 02:35 pm
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So I was sitting here trying to remember the context of these quotes from friends. Then I realized, screw the context...I like them like this. These are excerpts from my Wednessday night hang outs with my peeps.
memorable thoughts: 05/19/04
“Hey Buddha, shut it.” - Joe Elenbaas
“Hey Amsterdamian, bring it.” - Ryan Hoffman
“There’s nothing like a good flogging to get someone talking.” - Ryan Hoffman
“All I see in front of me is a dead Dutchman — It’s go time.” - Ryan Hoffman
“They were saying: Here’s your King. Check it . . . Rome, baby!” - Ryan Hoffman
“They gave him the Emeril treatment and banged it up a notch.” - Doran Nugent
“Like some strange lady’s house, when you go into her drawers and smell her panties.” - Nathan Clark
“I would say is it finished, or just beginning?” - Brandi Gist
“I would do every possible thing in the world to avoid being crucified.” - Ryan Hoffman
“It’s hard to gain respect of my peers, without feeling like I have to hide a part of myself.” - Katie Cline
“I’d do it with an e-card later.” - Ryan Hoffman
“Devin, the voice inside your head is a wuss.” - Joe Elenbaas
“Oh, I thought I was the only person that saw the lizard people.” - Doran Nugent
“I’m out of juice.” - Ryan Hoffman
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Wed, May. 26th, 2004 11:06 pm
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So I a was talking to Holly.
I told her how my boss had asked if there was a special lady in my life, on account me not telling any stories of stupid or dangerous things I'd done the recent past.
Well, I tells her...you know I tend to do one thing a week for sake of doing it. Going and bonding with hill folk at 1AM in Ravensdale, late night Top Foods adventures, whatever. Nothing to exciting, but it beats watching TV.
Holly, having never heard these stories says "Why haven't you told them to me?"
To which I reply "I like to keep something up my sleeve, for emergencies and such."
This is a central theme in my life, keeping stuff back just in case. Whether it be money, packets of M&M's, massive physical strength, socks, stories, even feelings. I tend to keep a portion of what I got in reserve.
When you play Life (The board game the whole family can enjoy) do you hide your money under the board? I do. Current Music: Anything you can do, I can do better~In my head
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Wed, May. 26th, 2004 03:00 pm
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I have been spending time playing with this site: http://www.ethnologue.com/web.aspIt's cool, and by cool I mean ridiculously full of more information then I could ever use. It has listings of all 7000 languages spoken. EMERILLON: a language of French Guiana Population 200 (1987 Cheryl Jensen). Region Southern border area. None in Brazil. Alternate names EMERILON, MEREO, MEREYO, EMEREÑON, TECO Classification Tupi, Tupi-Guarani, Oyampi (VIII). Comments Probably not intelligible with Wayampí. Heavy borrowing from Wayana. 200 people speak this, it is listed. I wonder if 199 of you want to get together and pound something out, we could get listed. Note:Klingon nor Elven is listed...anywhere.
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Mon, May. 24th, 2004 12:07 pm
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There are good days and bad days, and a thousands shades between. I happen to like this particular day's shade..it is actually a pink that resonates on the 47th level, but that is neither here nor there, it just is. I got a letter for Heifer International, a 3rd world development place I give money to. Good folks, basically your donation buys a mating set of animals that are given to people elsewhere. I am all about this, it mixes three of my favorite things Animals, Mating, and Giving Stuff to People. They, Heifer International, sends me stuff about every 17 minutes thanking me for previous donations (all 2 of them) and asking for more. It dawned on me, I want to know what the breeding pair of Geese I bought for some family in Honduras is doing? I want, in essence, a post card from the animals. Like when you sponsor a kid, and you get pictures and such...I want that for my Geese. Eh, it is sunny out Current Music: The hum of electric lights and doors closing
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Fri, May. 21st, 2004 01:34 am
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I am awake.
While I am awake at least part of the day most days, this is different. Perhaps it is because of the extreme length of time that I have been awake.
Which sucks.
There are things now that seem to be draining more of my resources then I thought I had to drawn from, this is not entirely bad.
There is no way I can affect change on the things which are so thoroughly getting to me now. They are entirely outside my influence, which is hard for me to admit that there are things outside of my influence. What with not being humble and what not.
I once had a discussion with Mad Dawg, less a discussion...I was one comment in a thread of comments that he got. Boiled down to the nature of prayer and what you are doing when you pray. There are many very personal perspectives, each colored by their respective percievers. It could be reduced to "thinking" about someone.
Yes, this is overly reduced. No, I will not return it a less reduced state, it has already by reduced, and can't be de-reduced. Suck on it, Beyoch.
So my mind is cluttered. This is a new thing for me. My life is cluttered, my desk is cluttered, hell the back seat of my car is cluttered, but my mind...has always been smooth and efficient.
Basically my mind revolves constantly about people, I think about them in the sense that I am taking a second to think "Boy, hope they are having a good time" or some such thing. Not a prayer per se, but rather a non-vocalized wish of good times and peace.
My mind is cluttered.
My thoughts can't revolve.
Normally I think about everyone, over and over throughout the day. Everyone.
Anonymous strangers that I remember, people I haven't seen in awhile, the people I am most close to get the lion share of it. A close group of people that do more for me then I think I sometimes deserve. In world of people I can honestly say I love, there are those I love the most, best, and first. They are source of strenght for me.
There isn't much I can do for folks, but I can "think" about them. In fact, it could be shown that if you thought yourself alone in the world for perhaps 20 minutes, I would have been focused on you at least once during that time.
Now my mind is cluttered.
I can't think like I usually do. I so used to multitasking. I listen to a person speak and think of a paper I am going to write, dream of a vacation, and think about how much I would really like a plate of spagetti. All while actively listening and still maintaining basic life support functions!
Give it up for basic life support functions, they own.
Now I can't seem to think like that. It sucks, being one tracked mind, especially when that one track is a one ticket to Sucksville.
My mind is cluttered I can't pray.
There is some dense block on me, I can't summone the focus to pray. What the hell is that all about?
Even in morning traffic, which is very much so like Islamic Morning Prayer...point West drive...pray...think....exit car, I can't get much out. I have eliminated outside influences, and that helps...but I am still far from 100%.
My mind is cluttered. I don't have music playing in my head right now. Normally I have something, now I am drawing a blank. Lame.
It has now been since 7:15 Wednesday morning since I have been really asleep. I show little signs of being there anytime soon, but I will go try my hardest to get there. I remember reading once that being awake to long can make you crazy, and I think I have had my fill of that already.
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Tue, May. 18th, 2004 10:23 am
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Alrighty oh, kiddos.
This weekend Saturday-
Hiking in Rainier national forest-
Carbon River-
Not too hard, 11 miles rountrip, 3000ish feet elevation. I think we get near a glacier. Weather is questionable.
Who's coming with me?
We can car pool, squeezing 4 into the Saturn, then head out through Blackdiamond and such.
It's a longer car drive, about 1:45 or so, leaving around 9:30-10ish, me thinkgs.
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