So the premier issue of Make showed up in my mailbox yesterday. It's pretty freakin' schaweet. It's definitely kept me enthralled, and the cool part is I can come to work and have excited conversations about the articles. And my compatriots will totally understand what I'm blabbbering about.

I'm going to try to make the Gauss Rifle. All I need is a 12" wooden ruler, four gold-plated neodymium-iron-boron magnets (a little pronunciation help please), some nickel-plated steel balls, scotch tape and an exacto knife. The only problem is the article doesn't specify how much velocity that last ball is going to have, so I'm a bit worried about pulling a Wierd Genius. I can just imagine what happens after the fist firing ... "whoa sweet! er, um, oh oh ..." A few seconds pass. "Wow I can see clear through the walls ..."

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Published: (2005-03-30 17:36:37.0)

Yeah, that's right, I'm going with Wang Chung's "To Live and Die in L.A." Remember that movie? Despite what you may think about Wang Chung, the soundtrack is actually pretty good. I pull it out every couple of months and give it a spin. You've probably heard the instrumental track "City of Angels" and not realized where it was from or who did it. If you don't believe (I see that look on your face!), check out the reviews on Amazon.com.

"In the heat of the day
Every time you go away
I have to piece my life together
Every time you're away
In the heat of the day
In the dark of the night
Every time I turn the light
I feel that God is not in heaven
In the dark of the night
The dark of the night

I wonder why I live alone here
I wonder why we spend these nights together
Is this the room I'll live my life forever
I wonder why in LA
To live and die in LA

I wonder why we waste our lives here
When we could run away to paradise
But I am held in some invisible vice
And I can't get away
To live and die in LA

If I let myself go
And for where I just don't know
I'd maybe hit some cold new river
That led out to the sea
An unknown sea
I'd either swim or I'd drown
Or just keep falling down and down
I think its that, that makes me quiver
Just to keep falling down
Down, down, down

In every word that you say
I feel my freedom slip away
I feel the bars come down around me
And I can't get away
I can't get away"

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Published: (2005-03-30 17:22:52.0)