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    10/19/2006

    twangbang.xpl and MS Windows MCE

    I believe MCE stands for Media Center Edition.  I have a number of media applications on my new Dell system.   It has an Intel dual core MP but I did not buy a VIIV system.  I'm still not sure what one gets for paying more for VIIV.  I do know I wish I had gotten XP pro instead of the MCE.  Even with iTunes, the latest Windows Media Player and BSPlayer when I download what is labeled as an MP3 from Denny Freeman's site I now hax this twangbang.xpl file that me PC does not know what to do with.  Anyone out there know what runs a .xpl file? The Windows File Association web page does not recognize it telling me to search the web.  Gee I could have sworn that was what Windows told me it was doing. Going to the web I see only that it is a music file but no app to run it is listed.  Isn't it great how a MCE OS helps me out???
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    10/15/2006

    Thanks for the great birthday gift.

    Sara took me out for a great time last night.  We enjoyed dinner at the down town Portland Macaroni Grill then walked across the waterfront parkway to the Memorial Coliseum where we enjoy Bob Dylan's wonderful show.  He's still got it!
     
    Denny Freeman was magnificient - http://www.dennyfreeman.com/index.html
     
    Thanks Mom and Sara.
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    10/1/2006

    Say not the Struggle Naught availeth

    In Apri 1941 Winston Churchill used these, the words of Arthur Hugh Clough and they seem proper to me for this day and our struggles in the east.  Yet still there are those who feel opposing Hitler and those like him is not worth the price.

    Say not the Struggle Naught availeth

      

     

    SAY not the struggle naught availeth,

     

      The labour and the wounds are vain,

     

    The enemy faints not, nor faileth,

     

      And as things have been they remain.

     

     

     

    If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;

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      It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd,

     

    Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,

     

      And, but for you, possess the field.

     

     

     

    For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,

     

      Seem here no painful inch to gain,

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    Far back, through creeks and inlets making,

     

      Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

     

     

     

    And not by eastern windows only,

     

      When daylight comes, comes in the light;

     

    In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly!

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      But westward, look, the land is bright!

     

     

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