There is this girl at work that for some reason has decided that I’m the person to ask when she wants to know of a new band or song to listen to. Of course, the first time she asked me I said, ”Anything by Seether”.

It got me thinking…if someone had never listened to Seether before, what one song would you recommend to them? The one song that you think would make them an instant Seether fan. To make it easy, we’ll just assume that the hypothetical person already likes the type of music that Seether does.

I’ve created a new poll on the sidebar for you all to vote, but please feel free to elaborate in the comments.

Seether Freak

When a Flower is So Much More
The world is a bowl of color in disarray,
Flowers sprinkled across the land,
So easily trampled, so easily spoiled,
So easily used up, so easily ignored,
But I think there are special times
When a flower is not just a flower,
Like just after a rain,
When the earth opens with a warm wetness,
And a flower softly scents the air,
As if accepting the earth’s challenge for supremacy,
Or in the morning just after a dew,
When two or three droplets glisten,
A flower is not just a flower,
But a symbol of love and freshness,
A work of exquisite craftsmanship,
And sometimes, just sometimes, on a mountain ledge,
Where nothing else will grow,
As a test of bravery,
A flower will appear and fight for survival,
A fragile beauty on a rugged land,
A monument to all that’s grand,
Or sometimes in a city with concrete gray,
A flower is not just a flower,
But a symbol of innocence,
Of a new world waiting around a corner,
Or a reminder of what has been, and then,
It is at those moments a flower is not just a flower,
For it reveals all the power and glory,
Of hope and love, of riches and reward,
An answer when life is short of answers,
It is this calling of nature,
That tries to reawaken the souls of those who see,
That one moment of crowning glory,
It is then that a flower is so much more than just a flower.

THE average new mortgage in Australia has hit an all-time high of $367,000 according to mortgage broker Australian Finance Group.

But Queenslanders have been more conservative than the rest of the country, with the average new mortgage in Queensland sitting at $325,000.

The average home loan in New South Wales is now $433,000; in Western Australia it is $391,000 and $386,000 in the Northern Territory.

Australians have been increasingly taking on bigger mortgages, with the average new home loan 6.4 per cent larger than it was in May 2009.

Queensland bucked this trend, however, with new mortgages taken out in November $10,000 smaller than the previous month and close to the state’s January low of $323,000.

Home loans in both Victoria and New South Wales grew since May – up 12.1 per cent and 10.7 per cent respectively.

The news comes after the Reserve Bank of Australia announced on Tuesday that it was lifting the official cash rate for the third successive time.

The latest 0.25 per cent rise, when passed on by lenders, will cost home-owners with a $367,000 mortgage on a standard variable rate an extra $56 a month, while those slugged with a 0.45 per cent rate hike face an increase of $102 per month.

First-home buyers accounted for just 13.7 per cent of all new mortgages in November, down from their peak of 28.1 per cent in March.

Investors have been steadily returning to the property market over the past four months and represent a third of all new mortgages in November.

Of those who took out a new mortgage in November, only 2.1 per cent opted for a fixed-rate, down from 3 per cent the previous month.

Total numbers of new mortgages were lower than previous months.

Mark Hewitt of Australian Financial Group said: “October and November are seasonally strong months in the calendar, but we’ve seen two straight months of decline.

“Larger average mortgages and greater activity by investors are usually signs of a confident market but confidence is still fragile.

“We believe the RBA hiked rates too quickly and too soon.”

Source  :  www.thenews.com.au

Hey, look out y’all! Another post! It’s a miracle.

So, this Cover Wednesday video was sent to me many weeks ago by the talented mo’fo’ Michael Warnock. He did the cover of Driven Under that I had wanted to hear.  If he looks a little familiar, it’s because I had previously featured him on Cover Wednesday back on 09/09/2009. Click here if you want to see his cover of Sympathetic again.

Sorry it took me so long to get this featured, Michael. It sounds great. Good luck on your career, and thanks for submitting the video.

Seether Freak

Here’s your chance.

Sounds really awesome but I’m not sure what to do. Anyone else thinking about submitting something to Neurotransmisshaun?

Seether Freak

ps. For those of you who don’t regularly check the Seether.com forum, Shaun has recently posted there twice. Yep…twice. The real him.

Happy Birthday!

Seether Freak

These little ladybugs are my favourite.It’s soo fragile and sweet when it cames on my hand and it tryes to find a way to fly in a place with lots of flowers,sunny and grass Enjoy it

Something is really wrong that is for sure. She finds herself on the floor in the middle of the room. Her room being a fetal sac, a sanctuary for now. Later, the room will be a cage once again. All the while, doing all the stuff that she wanted to do, that she thought she could not do without, that she thought she could not stop. She stops them and she crumbles to the ground.

Doing them. Blindfolding herself and fondling herself and releasing all the power she can from her body. Hormones and painkillers. She jumps up and down and up and down and moves like a crazy football fanatic around the room, banging her head in the air, her hair whipping the objects around her, them falling as the hair knocks them off the table, the desk, the chair, the bed, the shelf. She jumps, she bangs her head and she releases endorphins. She cries. The estrogen pills are working now. She pops them in with her coffee in the morning, her tea at night. She stumbles to the ground after she stops. She stops and she is dizzy. She is dizzy and she falls, the world spiraling. She closes her eyes and the world keeps on spiraling. Something is wrong that is for sure.

In the middle of the room, the carpet holding her in the darkness, in her room, in her fetal sac. She is still a little girl, inexperienced. She still has a lot to offer. She still needs to shine. She wants her daddy or her mommy. She wants the girl with her in class. She wants the guy she trades shy looks with. She wants someone. Just anyone because all you need is someone to keep you awake and conscious of the fact that you are only human, nothing any bigger. She needs one but she has none. She was fondling herself.

She played tennis. She gave a scream with every hit. In retrospect everything becomes nice. In retrospect, we become nostalgic towards a funeral because even a funeral is a chance for us to be around people. Moments of reprieve. After tennis, in the girls locker room, in the shower room, while blood dripped between her legs, she on the ground again, blood flowing around her everywhere, as if coming from the showerhead, she would spiral in her own mind because the blood is a symbol of tennis’ failure and of her own failure as a human being. The rivers of blood always reached the sea of salty tears.

Her fetal sac: a tinge of protection from the darkness. When she was a kid she wanted to be the wind. Be as free as the wind. She wanted to go anywhere, to roam anywhere and to be everywhere. She wanted her soul and body to go to places her mind could never have imagined. But she bangs her head and she hits the sharp edge and the blood drips down her forehead and she falls to the ground spiraling round and round and round and there is no escape and there is no exit.

Handle with Care is the sign she came with, but her fragile body was broken because everyone let her fall. In the end it only needs one person to be there, one person to push us. One person to tell us that he loves us as he tears us apart. One person to tell us that there is no other way. One person to be so strong and stab us in the center of our hearts. One person close to us to make us feel utter regret for trusting something as vile as a human being. One person to push and shove and push and shove to let us fall in a place we do not want to be or see. One person to do all this and make us push ourselves away the next time we see him. One person. Some ONE! Someone there is no escape from. ONE! Someone who manifests our fear and our regret. ONE! Someone to make us feel so marginal, so redundant that we feel as if we’re going to fade like a sigh if we stay alive, if we breathe another fleeting breath without thinking about it a million times; inhaling and thinking about the next breath, inhaling as much air as we can, thinking about it so intensely, our next breath, our next step, we think about it just so it lasts as long as we hold our breath, and sometimes a little bit longer.

In her fetal sac, trying to get born again in the darkness that feels like freedom because it is all she feels. In her fetal sanctuary feeling warm, feeling secure for a moment, but then the fist knocks on the door, and she remembers the moments that spanned into years when she could not move, could not think straight, could not get up in the morning without a feeling of nausea. The fists tell her that something is definitely wrong. She just needs to feel it, to breathe it so she can know she is alive, but she needs time. The fists knock on the door of her fetal sanctuary. Come out! Come out! They shout at her from the outside. These fists, this reality. Her blood is on the floor, and her fetal sac is now shattered and torn. Prematurely she is forced out to get pushed and shoved, to be in a place she does not want to see, a place she does not want to be in. Her room, her sanctuary, her reality becomes a prison.

But why is she a girl if she is me? A boy. Is it because I feel weak? Or perhaps just slightly thrown back by the massive demands of everything around me? Or maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t matter if I’m a girl or boy or a hermaphrodite. Maybe it doesn’t matter because this is all universal and absolute. Boy or Girl, we’re exposed too early and fucked intensely.

November is the Fragile month! This was my first attempt to transcribe and play Heart of the Sunrise back in 2003. Apart from the Rickenbacker 4001CS connected to the Sansamp DI, I used a Boss TR-2 Tremolo pedal.

These are reaaallllyyy old – about 4 years! But I like them.

holding egg with grass at background

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Hello all! Well, today is the day that we are supposed to all join around a big nice table (sorry that we’re sitting around my coffee table… I only own one chair) and say what we are each thankful for.  Well, of course we’re all gonna say health and love and money…. And doesn’t that just sound like a phone-a-psychic commercial?  But, it’s true.  We’re supposed to be thankful for all that plus family and non-crazy pets, and less crazy neighbors, but this year I am thankful for so much more.  This is the year that I met my people.  I had no clue that you guys were out there and I am so happy that I met you.

When I first noticed the Twilight series it wasn’t due to a 14 year old teeny bopper gush-a-gooing about it.  No… It was because my Entertainment Weekly had a pic of this sparkle dude dancing with this chick and I just had to figure out what it meant.  So, I pop the mag rag open and take a looksy.  Well, guess what?  I had no clue what the hell I was reading and why on earth EW was gushing.  So, I did what any logical cheap-skate like myself would do.  I hopped on the interweb, went to the library’s website, and signed up to request this mysterious book called “Twilight”.  WOW!! There were like 80 requests on this one book.  That fascinated me.  SO, I took the next logical step…. I bought it off Amazon for under $7! SCORE!  The book arrived to me within 2 weeks and I kept it in my closet for another whole week.  I just didn’t know what on earth I actually had in my procession.  After that week I picked it up and omg I was blown AWAY! I tore through that thing like a cat on a leather couch.  It was awesome!!  This was the first time that I frightened the hubz.

So, more days went and I got the following two books from the library.  After reading them I got on the waiting list for “Breaking Dawn”.  Peoples! It is now late August and ummm… yeah…. I can’t fathom why there were like a zillion holds on that one little book.  OH RIGHT! It just came out.  My hubz told me to wait but I was starting to show withdrawal symptoms.  I needed that book.  So, what did I do?  I soo shocked myself! I went out and BOUGHT it! Yes yes…. I know…. It seems rather silly because why wouldn’t I want to own it?  Well, you see… I had no idea how deep into Twilight I really was.

I soon acquired “New Moon “through a tack on bonus from Amazon to get an order up to $25. 

Then the MOVIE came out.  Sweet ZOMBIE Jeebus!! The MOOBIE came out!! EEEEEEEE!!  Well, I was the only one that I even knew of that had read all four books and was excited.  I am sad to say that the first time I went to the movie was by myself.  YUP YUP! I was actually there an hour early and alone in the theater for at least 30 minutes of that time.  I remember counting all the rows in the theater, then all the seats in that row, and finding the dead center.  I then was greeted by a very interesting crowd.  There were the teeny boppers who kept taking pictures of themselves with their stupid Daddy-Bought Camera phones; there were a couple of elderly couples — WITH HUBZ! — and then there were people like me who sat alone and stared at the flickering screen.  WOW!! There were more of me out there and all I could think about was sitting next to them and squeezing their hands while we squealed.  Well, you have to understand that I was new to this Twilight concept and told myself that probably would have been inappropriate.  Boy… was I wrong.

Over New Years of 08 my FAM and I went up to Kentucky to spend it with my bestie, Erika (yup! That’s where I get my Twitter name from lol).  She gave me “Eclipse” for Christmas and told me she didn’t want me to wait around for it to come out in paperback like I was doing. (yes… I know.. I am that cheap lol).  On a previous visit, I had loaned her my “Twilight” book and pretty much FORCED her into reading it.  “You loaned it to her,” you gasp.  Yes in-deedy-do! I did I did and I went without that book for nearly four months!! Talk about withdrawal!  But it was for a good cause.  You see… I wanted to be able to watch the movie with someone who understood and hold their hand and squeal.  This is exactly what we did!!

On New Year’s Day we went to a theater and boy was it packed!! Not a seat left in the house.  We grabbed two seats right next to each other and squealed like little baby pigs.  We even got scolded by a manager for being too loud.  US!! We were the only girlies in there that got lectured!! He told us if we didn’t quiet down and let the other customers enjoy the film then he would have to remove us.  WHAT?!! IS he kidding me?  This was Twilight! We’re supposed to squeal!  So, we shook our heads and watched the kill joy leave the theater and started right back up.  I can’t imagine that we were being that loud.  Ok… I can imagine, but you know as well as me, that I was NOT the only one out there getting loud!!

After that my bud Stacy introduced me to a group called OME.  With Stacy, I learned that there were a ton of housewives, mothers, and over thirty-somethings out there that were just as die-hard about Twilight as I was.  I started making my Twibites, then.  YUP! That was the birth of Twibite   That is also when I ran across someone that we all know and love but with a different name.  She was looking for a beta to read her story called “Breathe Me”.  Oh crap! Did I give it away?  Do you know who I am talking about?  Well, I had been reading this other vampire story that another girly was writing and I decided that I could do another.  WOW! I was sucked in.  This was my first fan fic ever and I was granted the responsibility to beta it.  I was in aww!!  Well, I at the time was a Moonlight virgin and over time I had to buy that series (you go out now and buy it!! I command you!!).

Soon after that I got to meet this mystery girl who wrote “Breathe Me” and a couple of the other Alabama OME girls.  Stacy set up a Meet-and-Greet to go see Harry Potter.  That was the highlight of my July!  I felt like a 12 year old girl with all these Twi-hards.  It was awesome!! Stacy, Fragile, her SIL, and I stayed the longest and gush-a-dee-gush-gush… four friendships were quickly sparked!!

After that week I started reading “Wide Awake”, as suggested by Fragile, and started following this super-secret Twilight blog that apparently wanted to stay hidden lol!!  OMG! I was sucked in!! That was my second fan fic!! And boy oh boy… nom nom nom…. This was a side of Edward I had never seen before and I wanted more more more!  Sadly, my husband was on business trips for most of that time which left me extremely frustrated but extremely thankful when he came back.  This was the time when Fragile explained to me what lemons were.  Yup yup! Remember having that awkward talk with your parents about the birds and the bees?  Well, poor Fragile had to explain to me where exactly lemons came from lol!

After “Wide Awake” I got on to the Twitter.  Yuppers!  And from there is when I met you all.  The lovely world of chickies out there that share the same love for Twilight as me.  I learned that I am NOT the biggest fan! Far from it!! I also learned that a lot of you share the same twisted humor as I do and think my little DOMO Edward is cute. Awww!! But mostly, I learned that I am not an obsessive freak and I am not the only grown woman out there that dreams about a 17 year old boy

SO, this Thanksgiving… I am thankful for all that Phone-a-Psychic mumbo jumbo but I am also thankful for my new family.  The family I type to every Friday night and squeal la da dee about sparkles, lemons, and this dude named Rob.

Thanks again chickies!! I am so Happy that I found ya

Mario Trimarchi sarà l’ospite d’onore de I Giovedì del Design, l’appuntamento settimanale con il design organizzato della DesignLibrary di Zona Tortona. Per il ciclo Design Identity, che indaga e descrive le relazioni tra il mondo del design e quello della comunicazione, Trimarchi racconterà dell’attività dello Studio Fragile.

Dal rinnovamento di immagine alla trasformazione delle estetiche di prodotto, il lavoro di Fragile ha come riferimento forte la cultura italiana di progetto e il rigore morale delle sue scelte. Lo studio lavora sul tema delle differenze e le sue narrazioni sono caratterizzate dall’introduzione  di piccoli salti logici –un segno architettonico, un alfabeto visivo o una immagine iconica- che di volta in volta assumono il compito di spostare l’attenzione e creare un nuovo riferimento visivo, distintivo dell’identità aziendale.

In questi nove anni, oltre ai marchi e all’immagine coordinata, Fragile ha progettato il design di prodotto, la pubblicità, il linguaggio su web, gli allestimenti e le mostre per diverse aziende e importanti istituzioni culturali, la maggior parte delle quali opera a livello internazionale. Tra i riconoscimenti più recenti ci sono il Good Design Award del Chicago Athenaeum per il design della linea Skin care di Bioetyc e due Red Dot Communication 2008 del prestigioso premio tedesco.

Lo studio è guidato da Mario Trimarchi con Frida Doveil e conta su un gruppo multidisciplinare di architetti, grafici e designer di differenti nazionalità.

La serata avrà inizio alle 21.15. L’ingresso è riservato agli associati DesignLibrary.

DesignLibrary, 26 novembre 2009, 21.15, Via Savona 11 – Milano

Uno squillo dopo l’altro
la voglia di averti accanto
il desiderio irrefrenabile di stringerti al mio fianco
ma quello che sarà, cosa si farà
forse non adesso ma il tempo te lo permetterà
e chissà, se qualcosa cambierà fra di noi
è qualcosa di grande per me ma forse tu non vuoi
non so più che pensare e vorrei fermare il tempo
non so più cosa fare e ora vado a cuore spento
vado solo con la forza che ho dentro in questo momento
la forza del tuo ricordo e per te ciò che sento
e stare intento
darei l’anima, solo per sapere
se ancora a lungo come amica ti dovrei vedere
non vorrei assillarti troppo con quelle chiamate
ma tesoro io con te quelle emozioni le ho provate
e ormai è troppo tardi per tornare indietro
posso essere anche forte ma fragile come il vetro
perchè
è amore quello che c’è in me
è un amore impossibile
tu credi che sia facile ma
è un amore impossibile
è amore quello che c’è in me
è un amore impossibile
tu credi che sia facile ma
è un amore impossibile
Mia piccola ti parlerò d’amore fino a quanto posso
ancora adesso lascio lacrime su questo inchiostro
non riesco mai a capire le tue mosse
la mancanza di te la sento non piano ma forte
ci credi che quando torno a casa sono sempre triste
non capisco cosa vuoi ma il mio cuore insiste
è innamorato di una raga a cui ho dato tanto
ora è confusa se avermi come amico al suo fianco
se credi nelle favole, la favola sono io stesso
io + te è = amore immenso
io ci speravo, tu la mia musa
ed io pensavo, ma adesso ti parlo, ti penso
la voglia di te, mi porta a fare pazzie tutte dun tratto
mia piccola, ti voglio, ti amo, ti adoro
apri le ali dai che prendiamo il volo
principessa di sogni, principessa dei miei sogni.. d’oro
è amore quello che c’è in me
è un amore impossibile
tu credi che sia facile ma
è un amore impossibile
è amore quello che c’è in me
è un amore impossibile
tu credi che sia facile ma
è un amore impossibile
eh si, ormai me ne sto rendendo conto
ti stai allontanando, ti sento diversa
non sei più quella di prima, mah, non so più che pensare
sei sempre più lontana da me, giorno dopo giorno
e pian piano sparisce quella magia che avevi intorno
quando stavamo insieme e ridendo e scherzando
quando l’amore mio per te di me si stava impossessando
ma adesso lo sento dentro, ti stai allontanando
anche se ancora adesso sei al centro di ciò che sto pensando
ma quando ripenso se ciò che hai fatto ha un senso
mi rendo conto che capisco tutto questo silenzio.
Cara te ne stai andando ora
l’ho capito, non ti chiamerò mai più
anche se il cuore mi hai rapito
e riuscirò ad accettarlo anche se mi sembra incredibile
batte forte questo cuore per un amore impossibile
è amore quello che c’è in me
è un amore impossibile
tu credi che sia facile ma
è un amore impossibile
mi sono svegliato da poco tempo
apro gli occhi e non so perchè vedo tutto spento
e adesso, adesso mi accorgo che più il tempo passa
e più è un amore invisibile
provato e riprovato e dal mio cuore con un altro
è difficile, pensa mi è rimasto ancora un ricordo
con le foto, baci, coccole..
ora tu da una parte e io dall’altra
hai segnato tu la strada, ora falla
ora ci sono gli amici con cui ho sempre girato
per me rimani un dolce ricordo del mio passato
vado avanti anche se non è facile
solo ora ho capito che era un amore impossibile
è amore quello che c’è in me
è un amore impossible
tu credi che sia facile ma
è un amore impossibile
è amore quello che c’è in me
è un amore impossibile
tu credi che sia facile ma
è un amore impossibile..

Fmi: «La tempesta è passata, ma l’economia è ancora fragile» – Wall Street Italia

Fmi: «La tempesta è passata, ma l’economia è ancora fragile» «La tempesta è passata.

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I’ve been trying to keep positive and keep looking forward, so tonight I am going to focus on what brings me peace. These are some of my examples:

I love to journal. It allows me the place to confide issues that are on my heart. Journaling gives me a sense of continuity in my own sense of identity. Whenever I need to remind myself of who I am or what got me through something, I can look back into my journals or blogs and see what I did to get through tough times and moments that just took my breath away. Journaling is quite therapeutic for me.

Music soothes my soul. It can bring me peace to internalize the message of love God has for me when I think He has forsaken me. The lyrics speak to my soul and the music, itself, allows me to flow freely into a realm of peace, quiet and oneness.

Images like this one above give me a desire I seek to fulfill. I see a young woman who is living carefree, letting the sun shine down on her, and loving life. Images like this one gives me hope for the future and provides me a visual to keep in mind.

Oh the beauty of peonies in full bloom! They are so stunningly beautiful. Flowers are beautiful to the eyes, but the sight of them aren’t all that brings me peace it is the tenderness of each petal a flower has. The petals are so fragile. I love to have fresh cut flowers in my home. I hope to always at least.

]]> http://blog.innovativelyorganized.com/2009/11/20/elizabeths-favorite-things-ornament-keeper/ Sat, 21 Nov 2009 05:25:59 +0000 Elizabeth Bowman http://blog.innovativelyorganized.com/2009/11/20/elizabeths-favorite-things-ornament-keeper/

Here’s a simple and efficient way to keep your fragile holiday décor safe from one year to the next.  This product features adjustable dividers to hold up to 80 ornaments of various sizes and the fabric lined trays protect them from scratches or getting smashed.

Remember, organized storage is key to helping make holiday “set up” and “tear down” easier every year!

Click here to learn more.

I went to see 70s Prog-Rock band Yes last night at the Usher Hall in Edinburgh. Back in the day, my dad had a bit of an interesting music taste. They were his favourite band, so whilst other people go on about listening to their parents’ Bob Dylan and The Beatles records when they were growing up, I’d listen to Yes, Peter Gabriel, Genesis, and Rick Wakeman records.

One particular album that was played regularly was Fragile. It was released in 1972, and recorded at Advision Studios in London.

I think that, like many of the records released at that time, the album has that certain warm analog sound to it. Sometimes when recording with digital it seems as though everything sounds too perfect, too clean, too polished. And with serious consideration to the instruments and music involved in the songs, the mixes are very well balanced. Yes, it’s significantly quieter than records that are released today, but maybe it makes you appreciate the art of the mix more.
Here’s an example of Yes’s work. This is the first song from the Fragile album, entitled “Roundabout”: