Actually, I think the term would be WPA: Impressed. I'm sure that for many, I'm merely echoing the impressions that they've already heard/had of the little (both in stature and exposure) group The Pop Rocks a group of 11-13/14 year-olds from Harmony, PA.
I've since shown their clip to my 8th-12th grade French students as incentive to put everything they have into their projects. I am of the school of thought that individuals working together can create things that go beyond the sum of their individual experiences. It merely takes a desire to put all of your best ideas/input into whatever you are working on.
I wish I knew a little more about this group. If I find anything out I'll post it here.
They have since made a Super Bowl video based upon U2's Vertigo.
Update: Looks like they have a band Myspace Site.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Juste Comme Ça
Well, as I haven't posted in a dog's age I've decided to start writing something... anything. I've slacked a bit on my MMOing lately, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. I've had more time to consume large quantities of Scotch and watch episodes of whatever series strikes my fancy in a given moment. Such as:
and. Yesterday, I truly played the child. I grabbed one of the all-time favorite sandbox games: GTA: San Andreas, and repeatedly spawned attack helicopters and VSTOL jet fighters and took out any pent-up frustrations I had with the world (which, admittedly, aren't really that many) on the poor citizens and law-enforcement officials of the fictional state of San Andreas. I slumped into a bleary eyed mess for a few hours which may have been just what I needed, because I felt great afterwards.
On Sunday, I happened upon one of the rare and fleeting opportunities to converse in one of my non-amerloque languages. More specifically, it was French. Oddly, the area of the world in which I live is remarkably devoid of francophones. But, from time-to-time, I stumble upon one and it feels a little bit more like home for a few days.
Life is good.
and. Yesterday, I truly played the child. I grabbed one of the all-time favorite sandbox games: GTA: San Andreas, and repeatedly spawned attack helicopters and VSTOL jet fighters and took out any pent-up frustrations I had with the world (which, admittedly, aren't really that many) on the poor citizens and law-enforcement officials of the fictional state of San Andreas. I slumped into a bleary eyed mess for a few hours which may have been just what I needed, because I felt great afterwards.
On Sunday, I happened upon one of the rare and fleeting opportunities to converse in one of my non-amerloque languages. More specifically, it was French. Oddly, the area of the world in which I live is remarkably devoid of francophones. But, from time-to-time, I stumble upon one and it feels a little bit more like home for a few days.
Life is good.
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