I’ve been playing Far Cry 3, again, after letting it sit since beating it a couple of times last year. I even upgraded my system recently to see the game at its visual best. Some time ago I posted about injecting some life into Far Cry 3 after you’ve already beaten it, largely about encouraging exploring, and trying out new, more difficult ways of playing the game. Recently, I’ve come across some blog posts about Ziggy’s Mod, a mod that attemps to really go after the hardcore, wilderness survivalist thing that Far Cry 3 seems on the verge of nailing.
Far Cry 3 is a great game and I play it quite a bit even after having already finished it twice. It’s a great open world to explore. I decided, recently, to upgrade my NVIDIA GTX 460 SLI setup and went about researching new video cards. A little background, when I was buying the 460s everyone was saying they were a fantastic price (under $200) for their performance, so I picked up one and a little later picked up another for SLI. They turned out great so I have a good feeling about this segment of the NVIDIA line up.
I love CentOS 5 particularly because of KDE 3.5 which I just can’t seem to get on without. Amarok is a great music player. Here’s how to install it with all the bells and whistles, including mp3 support..
- yum install amarok –enablerepo=epel
- yum install gstreamer-plugins-bad gstreamer-plugins-ugly –enablerepo=rpmforge
- yum install xine xine-lib –enablerepo=rpmforge
These simple steps worked for me out of the box on a CentOS 5.10 x86_64 KDE Desktop OS install.
The fourth year is a dead, dry sea of shifting sands. Each week is a new staggering climb to crest a new mountain of sand, to be greeted again by another vicious valley and one more dead, dry sea of shifting sands.
The third year was painless, the agony of the nothingness, waiting to hit the ground. Surviving the fallout.
The second year began as excited light rays on the sun’s surface, with all the fire, light and heat of a supernova, as they flew across the black, empty expanse of space warming the horizon he loves. There, only to be greeted by the suffocating fog of thick, gray storm clouds. Angry, holding a treasure of thunder and torrent but never letting drop. Dejected, cold, miserable. They tried their best, those light rays from beyond, they tried despite the cold to spread their warmth, their natural gift.
The first year, oh! the high, heady days of the first! Innocent! Brave! Strong! Self-made! Basking in the warmth of earth-source sunshine! Only time, from another vantage point, could see what lie ahead, the winter that would endure many years, bringing tides of dejection, cold, and misery.
Zero hour. Origin. What became of that day. When did it all start. What is the thing – the thing! What brought him this far? Limping now, broken now, bruised and battered, shivering and wretched, head bowed low under the oppressive night of many moonless ages. What brought him here?
The fourth year is near death. It is so weak. The thing that defies all sense and defies all odds … what is left?
But the fourth echoes back a prayer it heard from the first. Him in Whom is grace sufficient. He Who made them in the beginning, Who made them male and female, He is still, always and still, mighty to save!
Mighty to save, both.
This Christmas Eve, join Nim as his snowy, wintry tale sweeps you away to a magical world of gremlins, sleeping giants, fearsome wolves, and one little maiden who still believes in good. Settle in as Ola Schubert transports you to Nim’s world, endearingly hand drawn and exquisitely orchestrated, in Nim’s Vintersaga.
Ever since I made a concerted effort to explore the Christian music scene, and discover the “good music” that I knew was out there, I’ve been aware of the controversy of Christian love songs. “Controversy”, you ask? Yes, in between the awkward attempts and lame lyrics, there were a number of good sounding attempts (for their time), but I found, like many, they played on sophomoric sleight of hand with ‘God is my girlfriend’ lyrics. There are Christian songs that appear to easily swap out “Jesus” for “girl”, and vice versa, without harming the content in anyway. And if the lyrics stand on their own, some are so ambiguous as to cast doubt on who exactly is the subject of the love. Astoundingly, for a faith that holds love as the highest ethic and motive, there are woefully few good Christian love songs. Now, however, I think I’ve found a truly exemplary one: And, if you’re reading a blog like this, I’m sure you’ve heard it and probably already love it, too.
Can’t get over this great song by Peter Furler on his album On Fire.
In my mind, I have this picture of you. You’re in a crowd, deluged in an ocean of nameless people. But you’re not lost in them. In the middle of a sea of grey, featureless forms, you stand out in fierce, vibrant, individual, radiant beauty. You’re the only one I can see.
Recently, on a Thanksgiving road-trip out east to PEI, I listened to a four-part message from James MacDonald called Romantic Love. I then found my next bible reading book was Song of Songs which that sermon series was based on. I usually share select verses, ones that particularly strike me, on Facebook and I was wondering how I’d do that with the intimate and personal nature of Song of Songs. So, I set myself a challenge: Read one chapter per day and try to find one thing to share from each Song of Songs chapter – something that would be ‘family friendly’ and not so sentimental as to make me look (overly) strange. Here’s the series of verses posted over eight days that I think provides an interesting overview of the whole book.
Then the LORD answered Job out of the storm. He said:
“Who is this that darkens my counsel with words without knowledge?
Brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer me.
“Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand.
Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it?
On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone–
while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?
“Who shut up the sea behind doors when it burst forth from the womb…