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Since the old photo pages documenting my work on audio things no longer work, here are the updated webpages:

modifications made to a PS Audio P300, 120VAC power regenerator:
http://gallery.me.com/theo224#100042

modifications made to a Sony DVP-S7000:
http://gallery.me.com/theo224#100080

Thanks for looking!

He returned to Mercedes and, as he brooded upon her image, a strange unrest crept into his blood. Sometimes a fever gathered within him and led him to rove alone in the evening along the quiet avenue. The peace of the gardens and the kindly lights in the windows poured a tender influence into his restless heart. The noise of children at play annoyed him and their silly voices made him feel, even more keenly than he had felt at Clongowes, that he was different from others. He did not want to play. He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld. He did not know where to seek it or how; but a premonition which led him on told him that this image would, without any overt act of his, encounter him. They would meet quietly as if they had known each other and had made their tryst, perhaps at one of the gates or in some more secret place. They would be alone, surrounded by darkness and silence: and in that moment of supreme tenderness he would be transfigured. He would fade into something impalpable under her eyes and then in a moment, he would be transfigured. Weakness and timidity and inexperience would fall from him in that magic moment. --James Joyce. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

SONNET 94 -william shakespeare
They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

audio electronic modification project pt2: 1/1/09-
http://homepage.mac.com/theo224/PhotoAlbum64.html

It seemed now as if, touched by human penitence and all its toil, divine goodness had parted the curtain and displayed behind it, single, distinct, the hare erect; the wave falling; the boat rocking; which, did we deserve them, should be ours always. But alas, divine goodness, twitching the cord, draws the curtain; it does not please him; he covers his treasures in a drench of hail, and so breaks them, so confuses them that it seems impossible that their calm should ever return or that we should ever compose from their fragments a perfect whole or read in the littered pieces the clear words of truth. For our penitence deserves a glimpse only; our toil respite only.

Virginia Woolf: To the Lighthouse. Part 2: 'Time Passes'; chapter 3, paragraph 2.
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So loveliness reigned and stillness, and together made the shape of loveliness itself, a form from which life had parted; solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely robbed of its solitude, though once seen. Loveliness and stillness clasped hands in the bedroom, and among the shrouded jugs and sheeted chairs even the prying of the wind, and the soft nose of the clammy sea airs, rubbing, snuffling, iterating, and reiterating their questions—”Will you fade? Will you perish?”—scarcely disturbed the peace, the indifference, the air of pure integrity, as if the question they asked scarcely needed that they should answer: we remain.

Virginia Woolf: To the Lighthouse. Part 2: 'Time Passes'; chapter 4, paragraph 2.

photo page clifton/over the rhine/mt.adams/cincinnati in general:
danger will rogers! none of photos are mine, most shamelessly stolen from flickr, some deviantArt..
and I don't go through giving credit to each one, like I should, so please don't think too terribly of me..
perhaps this is work in progress: one day all will have caption, ID's with proper credit; and I'll do this by memory, making me someone important..
If anyone, irked at finding photos, would like added labels or removed photos, I'll do so.
http://homepage.mac.com/theo224/849534938/PhotoAlbum62.html
I did choose them..
it began as places familiar, sentimentally I suppose, then maybe I was a bit carried away..
I miss Cincinnati.