<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:48:32.394Z</updated><category term='heart oddness'/><category term='The Streets'/><category term='Strange'/><category term='Plans'/><category term='Sore but funny'/><category term='Audrey Tautou'/><category term='Mucous'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Garden'/><category term='Michael Stipe'/><category term='Jobs'/><category term='Clumbsy'/><category term='Linkin Park'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Accidentally Emo'/><category term='City Living'/><category term='Forest'/><title type='text'>Memory Bone</title><subtitle type='html'>"Blob Blog"...try to repeat that 10 times quickly :-)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159.post-5659731593633085231</id><published>2009-11-30T14:37:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:06:44.009Z</updated><title type='text'>Dream / Guitargeek</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night in which I was looking for a person with a bit of adventure about them. Someone who was spontaneous and didn't care if it was odd to just jump on a bus/train and go somewhere. Next thing I know - I'm talking to a girl with "adventure" written on her jumper! Ehhh..how literal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had a lucid dream a couple of weeks ago. It was great - I decided to fly, of course! Something I've always wanted to do. I think the trick with prolonging lucid dreams is to really immerse yourself in it and forget that you know it's a dream! That idea proved to be quite hard though. I woke up because I knew it was a dream - you know that feeling? How gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a gig a couple of days ago and ever since I've been checking out &lt;a href="http://www.guitargeek.com/"&gt;Guitargeek dot com&lt;/a&gt;. It's a little website that lets you know the setup/rig of a lot of your favourite bands/artists. The bands at the gig had a lot of fancy pedals and shit. I've been pretty much obsessed with the mxr blue box (see left) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/S3WKYQc4KwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NnUp7sqnpvM/s1600-h/DUNLOP%2BMXR%2BBLUE%2BBOX.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/S3WKYQc4KwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NnUp7sqnpvM/s200/DUNLOP%2BMXR%2BBLUE%2BBOX.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437404274457324290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ever since, I've written to santa for it to arrive down my chimney. I've been working on my setup and I've just bought a big mentally loud amp. I seriously need to work on my toons and get into a band - it seems like so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise happy; lots of adventures; travel(going to dublin/london next week); music; sport; family and friendship good times. Things are good but I always want more! I'm not sure if anyone reads this anymore but a big HELLO! to anyone who is reading this. How's the future, any hover cars yet ;)? Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294585550090756159-5659731593633085231?l=memorybone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/5659731593633085231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294585550090756159&amp;postID=5659731593633085231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/5659731593633085231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/5659731593633085231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-dream-last-night-in-which-i-was.html' title='Dream / Guitargeek'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/S3WKYQc4KwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NnUp7sqnpvM/s72-c/DUNLOP%2BMXR%2BBLUE%2BBOX.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159.post-6880422490855462994</id><published>2009-10-01T20:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:33:46.933Z</updated><title type='text'>Live Video in Cork</title><content type='html'>Did some live camera work / editing for Meadhbh Boyd and her band recently. It turned out ok but the bottle of wine beforehand made things a bit shaky!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w8u8oF8c6oU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w8u8oF8c6oU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294585550090756159-6880422490855462994?l=memorybone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/6880422490855462994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294585550090756159&amp;postID=6880422490855462994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/6880422490855462994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/6880422490855462994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Live Video in Cork'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159.post-8198272958393562043</id><published>2009-02-13T18:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:03:55.560Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Purposely Naive</title><content type='html'>I was nominated for "Best Actor" at the Oscars on Tuesday night. It was pretty cool; I got to dress up in a tuxedo and schmooze with Woody Allen. Of course I won the award, and was all set to accept it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/S3WJcI2_qpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-uyflPgh8xc/s1600-h/36294-Oscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/S3WJcI2_qpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-uyflPgh8xc/s200/36294-Oscar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437403241627232914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, unlike the Normal Oscars where you accept the award by walking up to the stage from the crowd, the Dream Oscars get you to come out from behind the stage. Fair enough, or so I thought...! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my name was called, the silly doors at the back of the stage wouldn't open for me. Sabotaggge!!! I panicked; ran to get a glass of water (I dunno, maybe I thought it would erode the door?) but no luck. I finally got them open through brute force and some screaming. Dignified, I passed through the doors and expected to see the stage and my dear Oscar. Instead, I was led down what appeared to be an infinite hallway. Bastards! I heard over the PA that the award went to Benicio Del Toro, by default. My consolation prize was hanging out with a girl who was too scene for her own good. Great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was reassuring to note that sometimes my dream self fucks up just as much as I do in real life. All of this  &lt;a href="http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2008/05/michael-stipe.html"&gt;meeting Michael Stipe business&lt;/a&gt; was getting a bit too much, pfft! It was pretty much 1-0 to me after I ate a full tub of Rolo Ice-Cream on Wednesday. Also, my brother phoned me yesterday and I laughed so much that my face was literally covered in tears. That was nice too, it has been a while. Going out with &lt;a href="http://www.theboysdart.blogspot.com/"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow for an anti-valentines night! Should be good :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the evening news right now. You know, all of this talk of recession can make a happy cat turn sad. I think it's important to stay purposely naive, within reason. I fully realise that some people in Ireland and elsewhere are so fucking broke right now, but why let it dictate how we feel? The economists are practically having a fit talking about "how bad we have it right now". Bush fires in Australia or the plane crash in New York State, that's serious. But since when did money mean so much? I know I sound like a delusional prick but rough economic times or not, you know, it's a shame if we can't enjoy it, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294585550090756159-8198272958393562043?l=memorybone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/8198272958393562043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294585550090756159&amp;postID=8198272958393562043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/8198272958393562043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/8198272958393562043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2009/02/purposely-naive.html' title='Purposely Naive'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/S3WJcI2_qpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-uyflPgh8xc/s72-c/36294-Oscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159.post-5807229665760962909</id><published>2008-11-25T21:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:46:21.675Z</updated><title type='text'>25 songs...</title><content type='html'>OK, so I've seen a few of these recently..the challenge is to make a list of 20 songs that mean something to you. I tried and tried and tried but I just couldn't condense it to 20. Maybe that's a testament to how much these songs actually mean to me? Anyways, without further delay...25 songs that mean a lot to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Knife...NY Hotel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead...Exit Music (For A Film) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjork...Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles...Strawberry Fields Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliott Smith...Miss Misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Jam...All or None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beirut...Nantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pixies...Velouria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mic Christopher...Skylarkin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse...Citizen Erazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smiths...Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ Harvey...Rid Of Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foo Fighters...Everlong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice...Prague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezer...Say It Aint So &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoKo...I'll kill her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana...Aneurysm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beck...Lost Cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smashing Pumpkins...Daydream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eels...Elizabeth On The Bathroom Floor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Cohen...Hey That's No Way To Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs...Maps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke Kelly...Scorn Not His Simplicity      , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yann Tiersan...Comptine d'un Autre Ete &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.M ... Nightswimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294585550090756159-5807229665760962909?l=memorybone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/5807229665760962909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294585550090756159&amp;postID=5807229665760962909&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/5807229665760962909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/5807229665760962909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2008/11/25-songs.html' title='25 songs...'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159.post-8396517253938763478</id><published>2008-07-31T08:31:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:18:41.119Z</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Needless to say I didn't die, which, for the posts case is a bit of a disappointment. Forget rock n' roll deaths (which are so 1994) - blogger deaths are so in right now :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cop my head on, I ate 2 Snickers bars and drank a big glass of water. The guilt was cancelled out by my theory that this sugery, fatty, advertised by Mr T concoction  was gona cure me - and it did! I slept like a baby and haven't had any probs since. Should Snickers be a new prescription option for Docs?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SJFu5BZnrSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dPHp1HHeZdw/s1600-h/Health+Promotion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SJFu5BZnrSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dPHp1HHeZdw/s320/Health+Promotion.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229082568261348642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS that isn't tacky, it's just your imagination)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294585550090756159-8396517253938763478?l=memorybone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/8396517253938763478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294585550090756159&amp;postID=8396517253938763478&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/8396517253938763478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/8396517253938763478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SJFu5BZnrSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dPHp1HHeZdw/s72-c/Health+Promotion.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159.post-4591258054406236563</id><published>2008-07-30T02:40:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:10:09.342Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart oddness'/><title type='text'>Dr. Nick Riviera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/S3WLEt5GwWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kk_GRHbn2Kc/s1600-h/Dr+Nick+Simpsons.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/S3WLEt5GwWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kk_GRHbn2Kc/s200/Dr+Nick+Simpsons.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437405038274593122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm lying in bed feeling like I'm about to pass out. So, just in case this is my last hour, I've decided to write a post to the world :-). Hi Everybody!! Uh-oh, that's Dr. Nicks catch phrase. Anyway, I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is my heart - it's unusually weak and my heartbeat is extremely slow. I feel dizzy, disorientated and faint. I went to bed a couple of hours ago, slept for a bit, then woke up because of this silly thing :(! My chest feels very strange indeed. Pfft, anyway I'm trying to take my mind off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written here in a while for a few reasons. I like to call this a transitional phase. I'm getting ready to move soon and I've got about 1 million things planned. In the mean time I'm in auto-pilot mode. I'm taking this time to sort out the messy stuff in my world, and to write, read, listen and learn. A lot has happened in the last while but for the life of me I can't remember right now. Something about muffins perhaps...? I will update properly soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have insomnia, I'm possibly about to die, and to add insult to injury, I'm on the myspace chat room. Yes, it has come to this. I foolishly asked the room if what I'm experiencing is normal. Some dude prescribed "some blow". Hmm. Professional advice right there. Another dude is persistantly looking for "any horny girls in the room". Perhaps my course of action was misguided..maybe a proper phone call to a qualified doctor is in order?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm ranting. I suppose I'll try go back to sleep. If I don't wake up in the morning, it was lovely knowing you all :-). Take good care of yourselves. Follow that dream. Peace and Love, Aidan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294585550090756159-4591258054406236563?l=memorybone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/4591258054406236563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294585550090756159&amp;postID=4591258054406236563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/4591258054406236563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/4591258054406236563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2008/07/dr-nick-riviera.html' title='Dr. Nick Riviera'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/S3WLEt5GwWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kk_GRHbn2Kc/s72-c/Dr+Nick+Simpsons.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159.post-8160602970415028598</id><published>2008-05-17T16:06:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:18:41.268Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Stipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audrey Tautou'/><title type='text'>My new buddy (well... kinda)!</title><content type='html'>I met Michael Stipe last night. We had a lovely chat about singing and recording and life. Body Language was just perfect - no awkward silences, no defensive postures and plenty of quality eye contact. We were in a house owned by his recording engineer. There was no sign of Mike Mills or Peter Buck. The conversation went on for what seemed like hours. I felt like I was really making a connection with him and I felt privalaged that he was opening up to me. At that moment, Michael Stipe became my new best friend... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I woke up soon afterwards. My dream self has done some pretty cool things so far in its life and met some really great people. I'm beginning to think he has a more interesting life than mine actually... bastard! I suppose the line "You can make your dreams come true" in this day and age, has never been so close to the truth. Ok, I'm off to meet Michael Stipe and to marry Audrey Tautou. Yeah, just you watch me, Mr. Dream Self... the tables have turned. Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SC7-yICUUVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dX88e9_rdu0/s1600-h/mike%2Bamelie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SC7-yICUUVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dX88e9_rdu0/s320/mike%2Bamelie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201374756763619666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294585550090756159-8160602970415028598?l=memorybone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/8160602970415028598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294585550090756159&amp;postID=8160602970415028598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/8160602970415028598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/8160602970415028598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2008/05/michael-stipe.html' title='My new buddy (well... kinda)!'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SC7-yICUUVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dX88e9_rdu0/s72-c/mike%2Bamelie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159.post-463316546702707440</id><published>2008-02-01T23:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:11:55.344+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forest'/><title type='text'>February Relocation/Snow</title><content type='html'>I've temporarily moved to my parents house to help me save for travelling, food, and unnecessary instrument purchases :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed today. I edited this video sleepily 10 minutes ago. Music by The Knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D6eiSV0igQA"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D6eiSV0igQA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294585550090756159-463316546702707440?l=memorybone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/463316546702707440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294585550090756159&amp;postID=463316546702707440&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/463316546702707440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/463316546702707440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_02.html' title='February Relocation/Snow'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159.post-5898844958398341115</id><published>2008-01-29T13:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:28:35.902Z</updated><title type='text'>"Pull of the Pint" Music Video</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd post this video I made with The Boy in 2006. I'm going to post some small music drafts as well soon, maybe next week when I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made the video in our old apartment with my then hamster "Lassie". The song is "Pull of the Pint" by Cork musician, Bill Coleman. The Boy was designing album artwork for him at the time.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BSUdwxZI-0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BSUdwxZI-0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294585550090756159-5898844958398341115?l=memorybone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/5898844958398341115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294585550090756159&amp;postID=5898844958398341115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/5898844958398341115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/5898844958398341115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-thought-id-post-this-video-i-made.html' title='&quot;Pull of the Pint&quot; Music Video'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159.post-1275521641123846629</id><published>2008-01-24T11:31:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:18:41.423Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Streets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Insignificant Passing Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Just a quick entry to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My dreams are getting more and more vivid and intense as my daily routine becomes more ritual and mind numbing. I dislike my routine and I miss sleep. Alas, I know that in order to travel soon and afford instruments and food, I need to earn money, and put fun things on the back finger. In my dream last night I was directing a film, and it played out before my eyes and I was composing music at the same time and was hearing it back. Just like a surround sound cinematic experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My plan for 2008 is to earn money, have a good time generally, be creative, and travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't understand why people enter the rat race. Is it really neccessary? Maybe sometimes I guess. Sometimes I just wish we were all hippies that live in a giant field. It’s really sad seeing all of the miserable commuters making their way to work in the morning (see figure 1.a below for cat equivalent). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Figure 1.a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159086767268820098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/R5jCFLB59II/AAAAAAAAAC8/3zp2kS9J440/s320/cat.bmp" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My flatmate was sleeping on the couch this morning with the opening screen of dvd, “Death Proof” on in the background on the TV. I HAVE to find out what the song is playing over and over. It’s so fucking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I’m a bit depressed today but looking forward. “Lets push things forward”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have to listen to The Streets “Original Pirate Matieral” more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have to get back to work now :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294585550090756159-1275521641123846629?l=memorybone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/1275521641123846629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294585550090756159&amp;postID=1275521641123846629&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/1275521641123846629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/1275521641123846629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2008/01/numbencore.html' title='Insignificant Passing Thoughts'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/R5jCFLB59II/AAAAAAAAAC8/3zp2kS9J440/s72-c/cat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159.post-7443403893418123637</id><published>2008-01-20T12:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:18:41.572Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clumbsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accidentally Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sore but funny'/><title type='text'>D'oh..</title><content type='html'>Instead of grabbing my duvet last night in bed, and forcing it over my head with my arm, I missed the duvet, but forced my arm up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This resulted in me wolloping my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought nothing of it at the time, but this morning I noticed a difference on my forehead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157530105445835410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/R5M6Th17YpI/AAAAAAAAACU/LgP2Z89UqRc/s400/D%27oh.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294585550090756159-7443403893418123637?l=memorybone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/7443403893418123637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294585550090756159&amp;postID=7443403893418123637&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/7443403893418123637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/7443403893418123637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2008/01/doh.html' title='D&apos;oh..'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/R5M6Th17YpI/AAAAAAAAACU/LgP2Z89UqRc/s72-c/D%27oh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159.post-4830886137250948555</id><published>2008-01-15T13:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:11:17.948+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mucous'/><title type='text'>Strange..</title><content type='html'>Something strange happened to me today. As I was leaving the apartment block for work, a stranger said ..."hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I’m not sure if it’s common for this to happen in a city…but it’s the first time it has happened to me while living in Dublin, and I’ve been living here since 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a small cold. I was blowing my nose in the bathroom at the office at break time, and at the exact same time, the church bells rang from accross the road. That resulted in me thinking (at least for a brief…2seconds) that my mucous sounds like Church Bells today for some crazy reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294585550090756159-4830886137250948555?l=memorybone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/4830886137250948555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294585550090756159&amp;postID=4830886137250948555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/4830886137250948555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/4830886137250948555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2008/01/strange.html' title='Strange..'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294585550090756159.post-3716330324280808149</id><published>2008-01-13T17:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:46:37.683Z</updated><title type='text'>New Dog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think I'm falling in love...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHD7tLICKp4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHD7tLICKp4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was at my parents house today. We adopted a nice little dog - still nameless! I think he's a cross between a King Charles and a Kerry Blue. I took him for a walk in the forest beside my parents house, and brought the cam :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294585550090756159-3716330324280808149?l=memorybone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/feeds/3716330324280808149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4294585550090756159&amp;postID=3716330324280808149&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/3716330324280808149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294585550090756159/posts/default/3716330324280808149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybone.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-dog.html' title='New Dog!!'/><author><name>Aidan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392945703738844088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25IYlAXM-pM/SroN76wWlgI/AAAAAAAAANM/jUg9QHu08Qc/S220/4887_97610375495_553845495_2446285_4799881_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
