Hi guys

how are you all doing? Just wanted to communicate my annoyance. Share a grievance. See if I'm not the only one who thinks things can be really tangled sometimes..

So I haven't be on myspace for a little while and came back on today and started doing the usual..responding to messages and reqs (soz if I haven't got to you yet), and I came across a message, the contents of which I have pasted below. Now I don't understand. Well I do understand, but I can't see how fabricating the number of hits/plays/friends etc you have on your page actually helps in the long run. And most importantly YOU would always know you were cheating. I dunno, I was rather irked, and a bit sad that myspace has come to this. it used to be quite a cool, fun place that you could naively enter and not know what you'd get. Not knocking it entirely, but things seem to have become a bit premeditated. It happens with alot of things I suppose. I often wish we could make thing new again. Like old skool garage, Big Brother, Love, Converse...blah blah

2 multiplied by 10 plus 1..my ramble is done :-)




I'm **********, an all-inclusive MySpace promotional team with a massive network of music fans all over the world. I checked out your work and noticed that you have a tremendous amount of potential and a unique musical sound, but perhaps not the play count that is deserving of your competence and dedication. My heart is in music marketing, so I want to help support you. I can easily help you pass the 500,000 play mark within the next month.
......I administer promotional services to many of MySpace's top 100 artists and would be willing to work out a special, affordable promotional package for you that would guarantee you thousands of UNIQUE plays daily (and thus high-ranking positions on MySpace's coveted 'top artists' charts for your genre). For a nominal fee, I've been able to give aspiring artists that extra promotional push that has landed them deals with indie and major record labels, larger venue booking, etc., and the same could be true for you.
......In addition to offering targeted plays, we offer a friend request service and can send up to 500 friend requests daily on your behalf to a targeted demographic of your potential listeners and concertgoers based specifically on your genre and style.
......If you're interested, please reply to this message, e-mail me at **************** I'll even offer you a one day free trial to show you how my services work if you'd like.
......I look forward to hearing from you soon!......






I'm going to see the work of Stephen Wiltshire tomorrow - tres exciting and new!

Go on with your bad selves and touch, see, smell, taste a new thing...keeps life fresh nah mean??

bxxx

So I've just come back from a marvellous break in Luxor, Egypt. If you're ever looking for a holiday in a beautiful, hot country, steeped in rich culture I would definitely recommend Luxor. Just make sure you can take up to 46 degree heat and a bit of haggling. Anyhooos here are some snaps..
























NB. Huge apologies to everyone who has contacted me on here, I will be responding to you all speedily - forgive me!

XxxxX

check out Breis's premier video! familiar faces et al





www.myspace.com/breisuk


Just saw Sex and The City. Cinema full of women. Probably took all of about 19mins for someone to cry, then we were all at it. booing like babies, then laughing through our tears, spontaneous applause, and a few shouts of "oh no he didn't!". i'll stop there.

x

This is a 5th grade math problem. If you can open the spreadsheet, you'll see it's a very small list of people who have gotten the correct number. This is not a trick question. This is a real math problem so don't say that a bus has no legs. And don't include a bus driver! Read carefully.

There are 7 girls in a bus.

Each girl has 7 backpacks.

In each backpack, there are 7 big cats.

For every big cat there are 7 little cats.

Question: How many legs are there in the bus?

The number of legs is the password to unlock the Excel sheet.

If you open it, add your name and send it on to see who else can unlock it.

***** Try this out! It is not hard; you just need to pay attention! Let me know how you do!*******
If you are able to open it, you'll see my name isn't on the list as I don't know how to upload spreadsheets from my computer on here, but I did open it. Took me a little while mind you :-)

http://teachers.ocps.net/users/burnetc/weblog/5cbb0/attachments/f20cf/Smarterthana5thgrader.xls


So I've been loving Foy Vance for quite a while now (thanks for the introduction Jonas). His voice, lyrics, melodies etc etc move me...... here's me sharing the lurve...enjoy..


Gabriel and The Vagabond





An Indiscriminate Act of Kindness - Live




stunning

bx

p.s any tips on how to get ones creative mojo back. Mine's lost.

....postcard ficti....the list goes on



So a while back, suffocating in the vice-like grip of boredom I decided I might flex my creative muscle in a new way, and write a novel. I had all this confidence you know…. I thought songs, books, same thing....



delusions of grandeur people - beware



anyhoos, I sat in front of my computer and started to write.
I didn't have a plot-line or story in mind, just thought I'd see where it went. Little over a page later I was done. Nothing else to give, and I'd gotten a bit bored and dizzy staring at the screen.



Fast forward to today, and I'm bored, again, found my micro story, had a read, and still have nothing to add to it. Maybe there's nowhere else to go with it. Perhaps I've driven it into a dead end. Perhaps books just aren't my thing.



However a curious thing happened. The haze cleared and an idea headed my way. What if I posted my half-baked scribblings on my page, and invited anyone out there who might pass by to add to it? Perhaps it could become the first myspace novel...



delusions of grandeur again - perhaps



I'm gonna give it a whirl. Okay, so here is the beginning of a story. It is quite miserable, depressing even, but you, anyone, can add a comment to this blog with an addition to the story. A line, a paragraph, a page, heck you can write the whole book! You can take the story-line anywhere you'd like, maybe to a happy place, maybe not. Only stipulations are that its clean and responsible (if that makes sense) - and also you continue from where I've left off...no starting a new story inna my blog :-)


ermmm so that's it, and here goes......be gentle.....



oh yeah, its in letter form which can be changed at will!






She sat. fingers poised. Transfixed. Staring into the glaring computer screen as if she might glimpse the words bubbling to the surface from deep within. Alas one wish too many. Eleanor sat back, and stretched her fingers, shooing away any signs of possible rigor mortis. 'Okay' she thought slowly releasing the air through clenched teeth, 'Lets start again'.



Dear Mother



Today your grandson Jeremiah Carl Donaldson passed away peacefully in his sleep. From the moment I gave birth to him I knew he was a special child. It was more than his wide, worldly eyes and his boundless spirit, for I now believe these were mere indications that he knew, inherently his time on this earth would be short. How short, neither I nor he could have predicted. Jeremiah died in his bed at home on 23rd October 1999.

As the wind blew the last leaves from the tree in our garden, it too carried my boy's spirit from his body and this world. He was seven years and sixteen days old.

Jeremiah's eyes had seen much, but he never knew what his grandmother looked like, nor did he ever hear the sound of her voice.



I don't know why I am writing this letter, and it has been too long to even predict how you might react.



Maybe it is because he is a part of you whether you recognise this fact or not.



So am I


Eleanor







Mother



Do you remember the time we made scones sprinkled with candied orange? I still don't recall how we came to use bicarbonate of soda instead of flour, but I swear till the day I die, I'll never forget the taste!



I remember you reading to me every Sunday afternoon. Jane Eyre and Roots were my favourites, however I must confess to not understanding the language at times. Mostly I loved listening to your voice. You were not particularly expressive when you read, but I loved the calm rise and fall of your voice.



Mother do you remember saying "Life is tough! There's no point in expecting an easy ride, so you might as well learn now! Cry all you want young lady, if I'm not hard on you, how will you ever be able to stand in the storms of life? Tell me that why don't you!"



Truth is, for a long time you were my storm. That's my truth anyway.



Oh God my Jeremiah's dead! How can God allow my boy to be taken away from me? Mother, tell me how God can even exist? How can He sit up there and watch my life implode? Do you think he is saying "Get the message El, Life. Is. Tough."

I have no doubt you'll find a way to turn this around to show the benevolence of the great I AM.

All I know is: My Heart has been carried away! He was the life of my life.



He is the life of my life. How can I live?


Eleanor







Mum



You would have adored Jerry. Well I don't really know if that's true; I know I'm his mummy, but people seemed to fall in love with him as soon as they saw him.

I am the only person who sees that he looks just like his daddy! Thick, dark eyelashes that curled right up to his eyelids, making him seem all-seeing; And long, spider-like limbs and fingers. He was so tall for his age. I would imagine with relish, the time when he would grow to tower over me, perhaps telling me for the fiftieth time that he is old enough to fix his own tie!



Since Jerry's been gone, Brian and I are rolling around this house like two lost bundles of tumbleweed, listening for the sound of the creaking floorboards, as a means of avoiding each other. It has only been a day and a half, but I wonder if this is our future now. Can we ever be what we were to each other as little as two days ago? That life seems so far away.



This new life, overwhelmingly broken beyond repair.




THAT"S IT!!

Go on with you bad selves and add something....there are worse ways to kill time..

bxx

Jokes review


Listening to Bi Rosebud over here! Can I just say Dope! – I’m going to review the CD as Female Jack Johnson takes London by storm, with vocals as smooth as honey.

Her cool effortless vocals flow like water as you fall into a happy little world where peace and tranquility ooze and the stress of modern day life becomes but a distant memory!

So if you find yourself on a train during rush hour and wanting to dash the gezza standing too close to you,who seems completely void of spacial awareness ,then turn to Bi Rosebud, close your eyes and be transported to a deserted beach at sunset and watch the tide roll in as you smile slightly to yourself as you realize just how beautiful life can be, even if there are tiny tragedies along the way….Nine out of Ten doctors recommend Bianca’s CD before other leading stress reliefs


thanks Kenny


bxxx

Grim.





Great vid and song tho..well done Nickelback :-)

bx

Hi guys

 

Its been a while as usual, but just a quickie to wish you all a wonderfully blessed Christmas and New Year!

Sorry for not being on here more, its been manic lately, I moved into a lovely flat, been working loads, filmed a docu-vid which I've been trying to upload but my skills are lacking.  I'll get it up soon, its part music video for 'Rainy Nights', part interview -  it was all so much fun to make - let me know what you think when its up...

Musically everythings getting kinda business-y but its all progress and ting so no complaints really...

 

Anyhoodlums, as I said, have a lovely break...see you on the other side!

bxxxx

p.s.  Check out Nick Mulvey and Gideon Conn's music (in my tops), it will make you feel all warm and happy! 

Also please go sponsor Baby Sol (in the tops too), she's running the marathon for charity and needs to raise £2000!  Any amount welcome - it all adds up, and we can say we took part in a marathon - at least in some way !!

 

big love