DJ Allyn – The Soundtrack for my Life

Mirror Mirror On The Web…  

ARE YOU BEING BLOCKED?

Apparently, a lot of people are blocked from viewing this site because of its subversive content music and video streaming content.

I could see it if it were Red China doing the blocking (they aren’t) but when my own government blocks access, I just find it ironic that I can get hits from Iran, North Korea, Pakistan, and Red China, but my site is not allowed for viewing by those who work to defend the US.

Well, there is more than one way to get here from there.  We now have a Mirror Site that will get you the same exact content as you get here, but on a domain and IP that are NOT currently being banned.

Sure, the new mirror site will eventually be hammered down, but that won’t stop me from throwing up another mirror.  You will just have to stay tuned the next time.

So for the time being, if you are blocked, just go to http://djallyn.com.

If you are continuing to have problems, let me know.

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Music Poll #2: Genre  

Here is part 2 of my non-scientific music poll. This has to do with what TYPE of music do you like. You can choose up to four, so make it count.

Music Poll #1: Decade  

Over the next couple of weeks, I am going to post a periodic poll asking you some questions about the music that you enjoy.  Obviously, this is not a scientific poll, I am just interested in the type of music that you enjoy.

The following poll asks about the era of music that you enjoy.  You are encouraged to pick the ONE or TWO decades that you really enjoy.  Of course if you are like me, that might be a bit hard since I like all kinds of music from decades not even listed here.

But try and narrow it down if you can…

If you are into incredible stories…  

… this would be one for you.

Someone is going to write the movie script for this story…

Brooke Henson knew she was in trouble when she logged in to her e-mail account at Columbia University and found a message from the campus-security office. She stared at the computer screen, feeling that familiar anxiety rising. You’ll be fine, she reassured herself. Think positive thoughts, just like her therapist had taught her. Surely she would get out of this scrape the same way she’d gotten out of all the other ones: with smooth talk and little lies. OK, big lies.

She dialed campus security. “Hi,” she said, her voice controlled. “This is Brooke Henson.”

The officer told her that he had gotten a curious call from police detectives in South Carolina who were trying to crack a missing-person case. “There’s something I need to ask you,” the officer continued. “Are you Brooke Henson?” The young woman who had disappeared from the rural South Carolina town of Travelers Rest seven years earlier? The girl whose grieving family had been searching for her ever since? The Brooke Henson who was presumed murdered?

“Yes,” Brooke said into the phone. “That’s me.”

Her mind raced through her options. On the one hand, she had a purse full of proof that she was Brooke: her student ID, a Vermont driver’s license, a U.S. passport, an Ohio identification card, a South Carolina birth certificate. She had a part-time job, a rented apartment not far from campus on New York’s Upper West Side and a full course load at Columbia, all registered under the name Brooke Henson.

On the other hand, she wasn’t Brooke Henson.

“Yes,” Brooke said into the phone. “That’s me.”

Her mind raced through her options. On the one hand, she had a purse full of proof that she was Brooke: her student ID, a Vermont driver’s license, a U.S. passport, an Ohio identification card, a South Carolina birth certificate. She had a part-time job, a rented apartment not far from campus on New York’s Upper West Side and a full course load at Columbia, all registered under the name Brooke Henson.

On the other hand, she wasn’t Brooke Henson.

Grab a cup of coffee, because it is a long and interesting story.

Life Explained  

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

“Not very long,” answered the Mexican.

“But then, why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the American.

The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

The American asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”

“I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life.”

The American interrupted, “I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.”

“And after that?” asked the Mexican.

“With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.”

“How long would that take?” asked the Mexican.

“Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,” replied the American.

“And after that?”

“Afterwards? Well my friend, that’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the American, laughing. “When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!”

“Millions? Really? And after that?” asked the Mexican.

“After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends.”

And the moral of this story is: ……… Know where you’re going in life… you may already be there.

Windows 7 “God Mode”  

Ever wanted to have the controls of your Windows computer right at your fingertips?

Sure, everyone knows about the Control Panel, but really, unless you know exactly where to go in that mess, you can spend a long time trying to find exactly what you need — and even then there is no guarantee that you will find it.  It seems that only those IT Geek Types seem to know where to go and what to do.

But did you know that you can become “God-Like”?  Well, at least when it comes to Vista and Windows 7 you can.

One of the less known options on Windows 7 is the God Mode feature. Basically, it lets you have every setting and option right in front of you, ready to be used without having to browse among different settings before getting what you are looking for. Here is how to enable it:

1. Right click on any bank space on your desktop.
2. Click new from the menu and create a New Folder.
3. Rename the folder as follow: GodMode.{ED7BA470-8E54-465E-825C-99712043E01C}

This simple command will create a special shortcut to the God Mode option letting you access all Windows 7 functions via a handy GUI!

Now why the hell didn’t Microsoft simply make THIS its complicated Control Panel?  Who the hell knows?  The point is, YOU now know.

BIG FAT RED WARNING (for those that might miss this)

The trick appears to work on both the 32 and 64-bit versions of Windows 7. Vista 32-bit and Windows Server 2008 32-bit should also work. However, it is known to crash 64-bit versions of Vista — and you may need to boot in safe mode or to the command line to delete the folder.  This will NOT work in XP.

Merry Christmas!  

We are taking Christmas off to spend time with friends and family, and resume posting on December 26th.  Have a great Christmas, and I will leave you with this great little video and music:

A Christmas Prank

From: An Improvised Blog

The song is “It’s Christmas Everywhere” by Chris Dahrouge.

Taking the Windows 7 Plunge  

I got up Thursday morning, like every other morning, and went to my computer to check my mail.  The reminder that I put in place eight-something months ago popped up on my desktop telling me that Window 7 was officially released.

Up until then, I really didn’t care.  Sure, I’ve seen all of the headlines in Google News about the upcoming release and all of the hype behind it, and every now and then I would glance through some of the articles saying the same thing, but I never felt the urgency or anticipation of the release.

My 32-bit Vista Business was working alright.  While over four of the eight gigs of memory I have on this computer was being wasted, I was in no real hurry to make any changes.

But then, after reading the reminder that popped up on the desktop, later that morning I found myself pulling into the parking lot of a major computer box store on a quest to buy the Windows 7 upgrade.  I don’t even remember driving to the store.

But suddenly, I had the blue Windows 7 Professional upgrade box in my greedy paws, and my wallet was $220 lighter.  (okay, the plastic debit card felt lighter, but you get the drift)

Never one to want to lose data on my computer, I first wanted to make sure that if I upgraded from Vista to Windows  7 I wasn’t going to lose anything.  Everywhere I read, it all told me basically the same thing:  a simple upgrade, painless, quick.

So I went for it, and here are my experiences.

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