Time is passing by me
928368
Overall quality is good but the sole purpose of a watch is to keep time and this one loses about 5 minutes every 10 days.
91222
The waiting never ends, even when you think you know your purpose. Maybe it gets worse. The stories and lessons in The In Between remind us that every day counts - whether it feels like we're making progress or not. How we spend our days is absolutely how we spend our lives.
2414814
A dip in a world long gone - youth ? - when time passed so slowly ...but with sounds of war in the foreground...
4304688
This little thing is awesome. I have 18 years before I can retire. In one sence it's a bittersweet feeling to see your time running out or the date of freedom. It's a fantastically sobering feeling. Mine shows I've 5,000 days remaining and then some. It took a second to figure out how to program it. The battery casing\holding is somewhat retarded. It's really hard getting them mounted inside. The springs are placed funny and in the way of each other.
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Since I received this clock, I have been trying to get the time to set correctly. At first I though I had it too close my computer, because it would not set the time correctly, so I moved it right next to a window, across the room from any electronics. For 3 days, the clock seemed to be working correctly. This morning at 7:00, I had the correct time; now at 10:15, the clock is showing 11:15. I am in Central Standard Time, but the clock has had to be set to Pacific Daylight Savings Time for it to read the correct time for me. I am very unhappy with this clock and I am going to have to get another one.
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I haven't finished the book as it is quite long but I am loving what I have read.
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It's Saturday morning. It's about 95 degrees outside already. The smog has covered the busy city, and I doubt that I will try to go outside. Instead I'll turn up the air conditioning, turn down the window blinds, and immerse myself in music. But as I look at my desk still full of shrink wrapped albums I think about time. There are lots of great albums out there, and even more are entering the channels every day, yet there's just not enough time. Tomorrow is July 1st, which means that we are half way through 2012. Six months of great music has already passed, with six more months to go. I've tried keeping up with it all, I've tried not caring if I slip, I've tried to give each album all of my attention, and in return the music always gives back more. It's an ongoing battle which we all are thankful for. It's a transgression to reproach.

My afflicted mood guides me towards a promo on my desk that faithfully proclaims: "I AM A STATISTIC". I want to prove it otherwise, and reach in for a spin. An album by an artist limited on words, biography, descriptions. A self-published CD, with a simple insert, and no official press release. Trolling the intarwebs does not reveal much more detail - a basic Discogs entry, a simple Soundcloud, and a five track Bandcamp site - that's all that I could happily collect to cover Ambients in full. Oh, but yes, there's the main artist site that seems to randomly generate characters splattered across the screen: the Russian  and something resembling a . I could reach out to the artist behind the Secant Prime alias, but I hold back the desire, and harness my suppression and restraint. Instead, I'm left with only music, which happily decides to answer for itself.

I feel like following this trend, and leaving not much else behind. Oh, but I'll give in, and say a few, perhaps exiguous words that cloak some more. They are so common, I should probably abstain, but in my obligatory role I spread the gospel of the few. And they are these: dark ambient patterns are sampled and looped, warped with echoes and never-ending reverb. Occasionally the sound flutters, like a static flash across the screen. The atmospheres are bleak, resembling the murky territories laid down by Future Sound of London, then followed by Demdike Stare, and cleaned up by Black Swan. Ambients is not an album attempting to be vague. By dropping all of the available chitchat, Secant Prime forces the listener to concentrate on music. By barely hiding in the dark the artist lets the sound speak, and not its preconceived portrayal. And by releasing the album on his own, the authors sets his brainchild to roam free. And this it does indeed.
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This book is a time machine. U feel as thou your back there particularly if your a little familiar with that time period.
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I have been listening to this via audiobook for over 4 hours now  Still waiting for something halfway interesting to happen.  Not sure at this point if I will continue to listen (and it is very rare for me to ever give up on a book).
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There is some serious sleeping going on this winter.  It takes me only a few moments to get comfortable and I am out.  I am wondering what it is going to be like this summer, but for now I will dream away.
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I don't know how I died. Thats strange, isn't it? To be dead and know that but to not know how it happened. To not know my last memory. Its not something that I ever considered when I was alive. I can see and I can hear. And when I remember back to other times and other places, I see and hear them as though Im reliving them. But when I remember, I miss things that are happening now. I miss chunks of time. I try not to remember. I try not to think. I watch and I listen and I hope to not miss any more time. Because time is all I have now. And how quickly it disappears.

Cate is the narrator, her words begin this touching, lovely story. Heartbreaking, yes, but theres this strong bond of family, of love, that ever so slowly, and with such quiet strength, gently speaks to the eternal bond of families, the grief of loss and the life that follows after. Love. Hope.

Cate Carlton, wife and mother, in life married to Bass, the only man she ever loved, mother to twin boys Rafferty and Cameron, and to daughter Jessa. She loved, loves her horses, especially her horse Opal. Their farm is in the countryside, in rural Victoria, with assorted farm animals in addition to the horses.

Hovering over her family, Cate finds herself watching Jessa ride her horse, or the familys attempts to find Opal, who has been missing since the day she died. Watching all the members of the family, friends, watching their grief, watching them stumble through the days, months as time passes in random patches of time. Alternating those with moments of remembering the years when the children were oh-so-young, and life was filled with small, but incessant energy draining moments. Moments like when she first brought Bass home the first time.

When I brought Bass home to meet my parents and Beatrice, it was autumn. We kicked our way through crunchy leaves and breathed steam as we waited on the doorstep.

This simply is a story of a family, their love, their grief, and perhaps about our memories and the way they haunt us. The importance, perhaps, of staying in the moment long enough to form those memories, and also to cherish those memories. How our memories can pull us back to another place, another time.

When I read my friend Angelas review (which is what convinced me to read this), what stayed with me most of all was the comment that was made to her, that it's so hard to lose a mother because she holds all of your memories. Which, of course, reminded me of my mother, and of these lyrics.

Sometimes when you're doin' simple things around the house
Maybe you'll think of me and smile
You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Keep me in your heart for a while

Hold me in your thoughts
Take me to your dreams
Touch me as I fall into view
When the winter comes
Keep the fires lit
And I will be right next to you

- Warren Zevon Keep Me in Your Heart

Recommended

Many thanks for the ARC provided by Harper-Collins AU
667424
So far, so good, but this is going to take a while to finish.
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Until it's too late. Until you are simply too moved . I read so much. So so much. Because everything else in my life fails at making me feel normal. Like I can deal. So I just read. When nothing else seems like it it's falling into to place around me and when I know I'm what's never going to fall into place in what's going on  around me. This is one of those books thats paused moment to moment, right there with you , when everything you in life is whirling around in a billion pieces while your standing still trying to catch them, trying to make them disappear. It's one of those books that's helps you get get lost for a little.
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You definately feel the clock lag on this advurt, every time i set my clock to a man of shadows i feel the hours slip away. The political views on this timeline can sweep you away if your not careful. Or perhaps its already too late? Such is the mystery in any noon novel. If your asking yourself what, when, where or why your simply asking the wrong questions. This isint a blue lullaby people, its a hard yellow so buckle up and enjoy the crash ride into the dayzone
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My life has been affected by puzzling experiences that are partly answered when reading this book.  Unfortunately for me, I'm 78-years old now and deeply regret many years have passed without my knowing why I've had those puzzling experiences. I
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Sorry I am so far behind in messaging. Moving as well as being in hospital. I welcome you to my Home. Great art work
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Waiting to find time but seems it will be a good read at least I hope so as I approach the age where I might want to know a bit on the topic.