In the last few days I’ve been broken. I listen to a lot of podcasts, and some of them are traditional geek topics, and some are hardcore developer guides as well as tutorials on web development and other nerd things. One is in Spanish, and the rest are just ramblings. However, recently I’ve ran into a string of sermon podcasts from emerging churches around the nation. These churches are not t
This is NIN’s fourth consecutive number one single.
I can’t wait to get this for two reasons. One, because I downloaded it and it is amazing. Two, because I saw a picture of the cd before and after ripping it in the computer. I want to see if the cover really is heat sensitive and changes when you rip it. If so, that is the coolest thing I have ever seen. If not, the person that posted those pics is a douche.
Hamid was flat on his ass. His back propped up by the scarred and pitted wall. His nerveless legs stretched out in front of him like those of a child in the throes of a not-standing tantrum. The pistol in his hand was empty. Though his face was bloody it wasn’t his. The blood pumping out of his side was. Everything before him swam in and out of view. Not that there was much to see. There is rarely anything worth looking at in a bombed out tenement. There’s always something worth searching for though, like family jewels that hadn’t been pawned yet or, even rarer, some money. So he was staring at the cratered, damaged, shadowy skeletons of walls and remembering how he had come to be like this.
It all began when the white man visited. He came bearing gifts. He was a friend of his sister’s from when she had studied at the foreign university. She had returned more conservative than she had left. She had taken to wearing traditional clothing and praying regularly. At first it had ple
