Chumby : Widget Wake Up

So your "continently" destroyed your alarm clock is in the bin and you need a new one (Believe me you will break yours too after you hear about this thing.), where do you start? Well the stereo/alarm clock is always a good choice. Then there is always the iPod built in alarm you could use with your dock. (I had to use my iPod as an alarm clock for months, and since I modded it with RockBox, it was a pain to remember to turn the volume back up after a full night of iDoom or GBC emulator games.) This is where Chumby, a gadget guru's dream, comes in. This Wi-Fi enabled device, streams widgets from your PC and the Web to your Chumby. You can have blog feeds, music, videos, and pictures on your Chumby constantly updated through its Wi-Fi connectivity. So your hooked right? Not yet? Well what if we told you that it doesn't run on batteries, grabs the exact time from the web, is completely touchable, and is also open source to hardware and software mods. This is your dream programmers. Finally you can get all your internet addictions without having to touch your computer. The final Chumby's will be available for 200 $ sometime this summer and will include: a 3.5" LCD color touchscreen, two external USB 2.0 full-speed ports, a 350 MHz ARM controller, 64 MB SDRAM 64 MB NAND flash ROM, stereo 2W speakers, a headphone output, a squeeze sensor, an accelerometer (motion sensor), wi-fi connectivity, and an integrated microphone. Heck if I made enough money this summer I was going to get a PS3 or Wii in addition to my extensive wish list, but this is definitely pushing those out of it.

Juice Bags : Energizing Your Gadets on the Go

Heck with all the scientologists running around Manhattan and Vegas crying Armageddon onto humanity for a lack of respect for the environment, don't you just want to rub it in their faces? Its a fact thought, we are attacking our fragile world with our industrious wastes and few of us care. Hey I am not here to preach, I want to be as green friendly as possibly but its hard when I see that 360 Elite screaming buy me and play me none stop on that 32" LCD HDTV with that shiny screen that you can see your darling like figure of a face in. But this is where Juice Bag's comes in to save the day just as Captain Planet would if he weren't blue, had green hair, and got a decent set of clothes. Juice Bag's are regular backpacks or messenger bags with a solar panel on the flap of the bag to give you 6.3 watts of power to charge anything using a CLA power adapter (You know the thing that used to be used to heat up car lighters but now is used to charge cell phones, iPods, heck can even be converted into a typical electrical outlet to do God knows what). Do yourself a favor and save about 8 plastic bottles from the landfill. Saving those poor rejected liquid containment modulators and charging up your mobile devices will set you back at most $225.00 for the new Environmental series backpacks or $175.00 for the original-not-as-completely-amazing-or-as-pro-earth-as-the-other-model Juice Bag 1.0. This is one backpack I will be sure to sport to school and camping for the next few years to come.

Escape

So the pain ebs and flows.
Never can you guess which way it goes.

The pain is like a terrifying tide.
Always watching your back and each side.

Maybe a bandaid, maybe a chemical.
Nothing can heal this wound of that dark hell.

Society scars and blames the rest.
We can't going living as men without a test.

Never a challange in sight to show.
Never being able to display true strength for mates and bros.

Its a curse, its a trap.
And the only to escape is inside the dreams of your naps.

Battle for Heaven's Right (First Draft)

Here I am, or rather there I lie.

Down on my back in a coffin.

Yet instead of being surrounded by mourners,

I am surrounded by the purest white.

No sun, no ground, no space to be seen.

Just me, my suit, and my coffin.

I see myself lying there as though in third person.

I command myslef to get up, screaming, begging, helpless.

Finally i hear a booming voice call my name and my body wakes,

Yet still I don't see though my own eyes.

For they are clouded over by white as pure as my surroundings.

Suddenly a firey creature appears from the white.

He smells of smoke and his name is evil.

He calls my name and horrified I stumble foward.

I shot to tell my body to stop.

Then I realize, evil is trying to steal my soul.

I tell my body to run but the beast strikes with a sword of smoke.

The pain is nearly unbearable but my body my body shows no wounds.

The counfused beast strikes again and again, but my pain numbs with each blow.

In the blink of an eye I see myself go from helpless, to warrior.

My sheild bears a cross and my sword says "TRUTH".

It is time to defend myself at the oppressor of my soul.

With each successful blow I land, I hear scripture quoted in a foreign voice.

Then I see my mouth moving with the scripture and and light pours forth.

When it is time to finish the beast, my sword drops on the weakened best,

And even as the creature is slayed I shot, "I AM HEAVEN'S CHILD!"

As the creature's body fades out of the white abyss,

The white dissolves to reveal a word that must be Heaven.

I have crossed the barrier between heaven and hell and made it to my eternal home.

My eyes change to their normal blue,

And as they blink I return to a view that is familiar.

But at the same time, what I see has never been seen by them.

Before me stands God, with him Jesus, and all around is the Holy Ghost.

In unison, all three speak the words I have lived to hear,
"Well done though good and faithful servant.
Thou stood up for me what no one else could.
Thou served me when no one else would.
And thou lived for me as all others should.
The battle you just fought was your life.
Even as the demon struck you with temptations,
You still resisted and fought knowing I would never fail you.
Well done Paul, well done my servant of the cross."

Through the tears of joy I see streets paved with gold.
A sea, clear as crystal shimmers in the distance.
The gates of heaven, made of pearls unbelievably large.
Walls, made of of diamonds and the purest stones.
But the greatest thing it that the light,
Comes not from stars, but always radiates from the Holy Trinity.
I have found my peace. Not the calm before the storm, but the silence after.

The Measure of a Woman...

Is it the auburn hair that makes the sun shine brighter, capturing every golden ray and reflecting it into a beautiful nexus, a flowing waterfall spilling from her fore head down below her neck? Is it those crisp, pure blue eyes; water flowing in an endless abyss of liquid crystals that as I dive into them to steal a stare, I drown and sink in that endless chasm and not even notice I surrendered myself from body, mind, to soul and lost it all? Could it be her charm, the gentle laugh that is caged between her upper and lower lips that bursts forth with a warmth that is as inviting as it is intoxicating?. The smile that follows that exuberance that is as steady and sure as an archers arrow is to its target. But what of that target or the arrow for that matter. Do I am aim to strike her and make her mine with a blow that knocks her off her feet? Not ever for it would not do for she is the steady, the constant, the speeding arrow that when joins the target as it should. Becomes one with it. Will that archer send that arrow that desire plumetting into the depths of my own heart? Or will the archer miss only to have wasted an arrow so fine. Even worse perhaps, if the archer doesn't miss with the intention of my heart, but aims for another. But it cannot be worse. For if the arrow I love has found a solid target, even a target that is not my own, then I can be satisfied in her choice. The woman is the archer and that arrow is her love. Let God guide that arrow lest it fall short and miss and lose its archer's love.