#motorcycle

It is a matter of perspective. For example, poverty inspired me to pursue higher education, embark on a rewarding career and improve my circumstances. I was born penniless but I did not have to remain that way. A motorcycle accident could've left me in a wheelchair and wallowing in self-pity. I saw it as another challenge to overcome and with the aid of competent surgeons and therapists, I was able to regain my mobility. That situation put me on the path of meditation, regular exercise, weight training and martial arts. In "failed" relationships, I examined what went wrong, what should be avoided and what might increase the chances of success in future relationships. From my vantage point, when we view life's setbacks as opportunities, every negative consequence opens another portal toward a positive transformation and *learning* from them becomes second nature. I will surely face new obstacles. Some will appear insurmountable and fate is free to hurl as many difficulties as it chooses. Good, bring it on. As long as I have a pulse, there will be no excuse to retreat or ignore the lessons which may present themselves. In "Twilight of the Idols," Nietzsche put it this way: "What does not kill me makes me stronger."

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_sing in public places

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☾ artemis ☽
Midori
Aera
Bingbing
Taehui
Meili

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☼ apollo ☼
Hyuntae & Eunkwan
Wootaek
Liu & Seungho

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_drive a motorcycle without having a license

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☾ artemis ☽
Taehui
Midori
Aera
Bingbing & Meili

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☼ apollo ☼
Eunkwan
Hyuntae
Wootaek
Liu
Seungho

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_sleep backstage before a concert

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☾ artemis ☽
Taehui
Midori
Aera
Meili
Bingbing

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☼ apollo ☼
Eunkwan
(der Rest ist aus verschiedensten Gründen viel zu wach vor einem Konzert)

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_play on a kids’ playground

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☾ artemis ☽
honestly, am ehesten sogar Taehui - den rest sehe ich da einfach nicht

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☼ apollo ☼
Eunkwan & Hyuntae
Wootaek
Liu
Seungho

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_spend more money than they have

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☾ artemis ☽
honestly, they all have so much money it’s pretty much impossible for them to overspent (it’d either be Bingbing or Midori though)

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☼ apollo ☼
Wootaek (does it regularly)
(der rest ist entweder zu reich oder einfach nicht prone to overspending)

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_invites strangers to a private party

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☾ artemis ☽
allerhöchstens Midori

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☼ apollo ☼
Hyuntae
Wootaek
Eunkwan
Seungho
Liu

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_get a tattoo

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☾ artemis ☽
Aera & Taehui [both have one]
Midori
Meili & Bingbing [never ever in a million years]

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☼ apollo ☼
Hyuntae
Eunkwan
Liu
Seungho
Wootaek

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Just this past weekend I had to plug my tire, I ran over a piece of a pallet wood. Prior to that, over the summer I caught a piece of metal in my sidewall on the interstate. There is no plugging that so I had to use my spare. I've also had to plug motorcycle tires. Those you can just simply change on the side of the road.

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When I was about 17ish I was embarrassed by my then gf's father for not knowing how to change or plug a tire. Her and I were out on and about when I hit some debris, puncturing my tire. When he made fun of me for my ignorance I pointed out the fact that his daughter didn't know either. LOL (I was a punk kid SMH)

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He made it abundantly clear that it was only because she was with me that he was there. He taught her and me how to change the tire and later on, (after I apologized and thank him) he taught me how to plug a tire among other things. It was a blessing looking back at it.

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‣〚Nᴏᴍʙʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴏ〛
Deacon Lee St. John.
‣〚ᴀᴘᴏᴅᴏꜱ〛
Deek, Beard, Deekerman, Cabo St. John, Hijo del predicador.
▸〚Nᴀᴄɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴅ〛
Americano.
━━━─── • ───━━━
‣〚ᴏᴄᴜᴘᴀᴄɪóɴ〛
Soldado y mecánico antes del brote de zombies. Cazarrecompensas y mercenario después.
‣〚ᴀғɪʟɪᴀᴄɪᴏɴᴇs〛
Mongrels motorcycle club, ejército de Estados Unidos (formalmente) y la milicia del condado de Deschutes.
‣〚ʜᴀʙɪʟɪᴅᴀᴅᴇs〛
Altamente experimentado en combate cuerpo a cuerpo y con mano armada. De excelente puntería, extrema pericia al conducir y un sigilo extraordinario. Es bastante bueno para rastrear humanos y animales.
━━━─── • ───━━━
▸〚ᴀᴘᴀʀɪᴇɴᴄɪᴀ〛
Deek es un hombre caucásico con una complexión atlética y una altura de 1.85, vacilando los 35 años. Tiene ojos cafés, barba y cabello negro el cual es largo y un poco alborotado. Posee numerosas cicatrices y aproximadamente 12 tatuajes en su piel.

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Viste una camisa blanca de manga larga debajo de una chamarra naranja a la cual le ha cortado las mangas, un chaleco de mezclilla con parches, jeans azules y botas de combate de color café. Siempre trae puesta una gorra de baseball. También trae varios anillos, entre ellos su anillo de bodas.

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▸〚Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴅ〛
Es una persona un tanto compleja. Incluso antes del apocalipsis, Deacon ha sufrido mucho y eso es algo que se puede notar. Se le describe como “roto” después de haber perdido tanto. Se aferra a los viejos tiempos, cuando vivía guiándose base por un código, hermandad y camaradería, extrañando el sentido de pertenencia que tuvo alguna vez. Todas aquellas experiencias negativas lo han hecho un individuo sumamente agresivo con los extraños o forasteros que se acercan a él sin una intención clara. Recibir órdenes de otros le molesta bastante, y no tiende a medir sus palabras; pero también es una persona muy leal dispuesta a sacrificar todo lo que le queda por aquellos quienes le importan. Vela exhaustivamente por sus amigos, incluso aventurándose a lo desconocido para conseguirles cualquier cosa.

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A pesar de todo, Deacon puede ser bastante relajado y sarcástico incluso, haciendo bromas y chistes con los que tiene una buena relación. Está bastante alejado de ser cruel.

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Summer because it allows me to enjoy my favorite things, camping, hiking, & shooting targets. But then again I’m able to do all of those things during the winter also.
Summer everyday! Its warm and sunny and you can wear just shorts and no shirt and not be cold. Days are longer so you can stay out and its still light and nice. Summers the best! Winter. There’s something so magical about snow, it makes me feel like a kid again. Everything is so silent and peaceful, it’s like an entirely different world. Driving through it is less magical, however.
Autumn, short as it may be it's a beautiful mix of hot sun, chilly wind and days are just starting to shorten. And mushrooms. Love mushroom hunting.
Winter, lovve winter. I drive with my windows down in the dead of winter because it's so refreshing. Then I'll blast my head and do it all over again. Winter, as breath taking as it literally is, is amazing to me. I loathe the heat with the passion of a thousand suns. You cannot take off your skin when it's too hot which is exactly how hot it feels here in the South every summer. If you are cursed enough to end up in a/with a car with no AC in the dead of a southern summer it feels like torture...the heat, the sweat, the funk. Burning your legs on your car seat...wanting to wear shorts but being absolutely murdered by the mosquitoes...summer is absolutely the definition of misery to me. Truly hate it.
There are others out there. Every time I explain this to people, I get the weirdest looks, like I'm from another planet. Summer. I don't like feeling cold, I don't like wearing layers, I don't like being covered up from head to toe, I don't like dealing with rain and snow, I don't like the inevitable colds and flus I always seem to pick up, I don't like the shorter, darker days.
Summer 100%. I can deal with bad weather, but I can’t deal with the cold when I have limited heating, and I hate dark days/long nights. When I first hear birds singing again in spring and colour popping from flowers, it honestly makes me so happy.
Summer 1,000%. I ride motorcycle and am just generally obsessed with sunshine and patios and such. I like the change of seasons and cool weather until around January, and then I’m just seasonally depressed for ~4 months. I probably shouldn’t live where I do, but I can’t think of a state/city I’d prefer to live in, so I just stay out and whine about it. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Summer. We only really get one rrally hot week here, the rest of the time ot sits aroubd 25C so its not unpleasant, I can bike to work in sunlight, spent lazy afternoons in pub gsrdens or reading in the park by the river, and its full of fun events like frstivals and outdoor plays and concerts.

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I got people under my thumb. I do most of my best work ordering other people around. I am used to having the upper hand on people. Wrecked on a motorcycle when a van pulled out in front of me. I couldn't avoid hitting the van. Broken ribs, lacerated liver, concussion, and a compound fracture of the femur. About a week in the hospital. Had 4 surgeries to fix my leg, but still in pain every day, and that was over 2 years ago. Less than a year after the accident I did a 6000 mile cross country trip, on my new motorcycle.
When trying to enforce government policy, a client of mine in a scattered site shelter hit me with a wooden chair (which broke), then asked me to give one good reason why he shouldn't just choke me and leave me there. I said because I'm the only one left in this world actively trying to make his life better, and that I'm the only one who really cares about him. He paused, then broke down crying. I then held him until he calmed down.

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We had no guidance. We just drifted. It's a miracle that my siblings and I all became successful and stayed out of trouble.
My parents never prepared me for anything. I still don't know how money works. I remember being about 6 or 7 and looking at my father and thinking if that's what it's like to be a father I never want to be one. And looking at my parents and thinking if that's what it's like to be married I never want to do it. I've never been married and I don't have any children.
They taught me how to think for myself. Every question I asked when I was younger, the answer would start out with "well, let's think about it..." and included questions so that I could draw my own conclusion. Because of this, I found that I am much quicker than most to understand people's motives, figure out directions, and make a decision.
Both my parents were overweight and never exercised and they wondered why I (out of three siblings) wound up overweight. They also had my older siblings do soccer but gave up on that when I came around. They also didn't have friends so I had no good examples as far as socializing went. My father never taught me how to shave properly either, just handed me an electric razor that always left my face red. I think I resent the fact my father never did any tradition father-son activities with me such as: fishing, camping, hiking motorcycle riding, car repair, cooking, hunting, etc.
My parents grew up with nothing and life was hard for them. But they tried to provide us with everything and made life as easy and as comfortable for us as possible. It made all of us very lazy and self-indulgent. As the youngest, I snapped out of it early on because I hated my sisters so much while growing up that I strived to be the opposite of them. My sisters are now middle aged but they are still unbelievably lazy and self-indulgent. And they will complain constantly if they have to work a little hard. I do catch myself slipping into old habits now and then but I manage to catch myself most of the time and correct myself.
They do too much for me. I never get a chance to cook because mom's too concerned I'll make a mess or that we'll have a subpar dinner one night and starve or something. Any time I ask for help, they take it as a cue to do the entire task for me rather than answer the question I ask. They give me no incentive to move out because they're scared I'll have to deal with roommates I won't like, or end up living in a bad part of town.
I never had the chance growing up to build that social circle of friends a lot of people had or develop my social skills, I got into the mindset of "Why make friends and get attached? I'm not going to be here very long." And for the most part that was true, we would live in a location for a month to 6 months and move. He worked a lot of temporary jobs and couldn't find enough work back then to get things steady.

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most to least likely to

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♡ sing in public
thy (while using her headphones so everybody near her will be able to hear)
jubeom
youngmi
yingyue
minseo
daesong
iseul
jiayu
haneul

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♡ drive motorcycle without having a license
thy
jubeom
daesong
youngmi
iseul
jiayu
yingyue
minseo
haneul (he's not even able to ride a bike)

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♡ sleep backstage before a concert
daesong
jubeom
haneul (the night before he probably had a deeptalk until sunrise)
iseul
thy
minseo
jiayu
yingyue
youngmi

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♡ play on kids playground
jubeom
thy
haneul
youngmi
iseul
yingyue
daesong
jiayu
minseo

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♡ spend more money than they even have
thy
jubeom
haneul
daesong
iseul
youngmi
jiayu
minseo
yingyue

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♡ invite strangers to a private party
thy
jubeom
youngmi (because she wants to be friendly to that person)
iseul
daesong
jiayu
yingyue
minseo
haneul

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♡ dye their hair rainbow color
thy
iseul
daesong (his hair doesn't really matter to him)
haneul
jubeom
minseo
jiayu
yingyue
youngmi

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Токио
Хиросима
Нагасаки
Чернобыль
Рим
Венеция
Флоренция
Трансильвания
Берлин
Дрезден
Вашингтон
Лас Вегас
Долина Смерти

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https://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%94%D0%BE%D0%BB%D0%B8%D0%BD%D0%B0_%D0%A1%D0%BC%D0%B5%D1%80%D1%82%D0%B8

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– Самая большая радость для мужчины – это побеждать врагов, гнать их перед собой, отнимать у них имущество, видеть, как плачут их близкие, ездить на их лошадях, сжимать в своих объятиях их дочерей и жен.

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Чингисхан, 1223

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… Джин выпущен из бутылки. Ангелы Ада – герои набранных жирным шрифтом заголовков скандальной хроники – с шумом и ревом проносятся на бешеной скорости с первыми лучами зари по фривэю, крепко сидя в своих седлах… Ни одной улыбки на их лицах… они с остервенением продираются сквозь транспортный поток, и на скорости девяносто миль в час выруливают вниз по центральной полосе, чудом избегая, казалось бы, неминуемых столкновений… подобно Чингисхану на железной лошади, они восседают на своих монстрах-конях с огнедышащим анусом, отрывая с мясом крышки пивных банок и успевая пощупать за ляжку твою дочь, не рассчитывая на хороший прием, не моля о пощаде и не щадя никого; показывая цивилам своего рода класс, давая им слегка дернуть от запаха тех приколов, о которых они, цивилы, никогда не узнают… Ох, эти добродетельные, праведные парни – они обожают переворачивать все с ног на голову.

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Малыш Иисус, Хромой, Слепой Боб, Пузо, Канюк, Зорро, Костлявый Зад, Чистяк, Тайни, Бродяга Терри, Френчи, Торпеда Марвин, Мать Майлз, Грязный Як Эд, Чак-Дак, Толстяк Фредди, Гнусный Фил, Жеребец Чарли-Совратитель Малолетних, Безумный Крест, Пых, Маго, Скотина и еще по крайней мере пара сотен таких же, у которых руки чешутся от безделья и которые жаждут приключений: длинные волосы развеваются по ветру, бороды и банданы – хлопают, отлетают туда же, в ушах – серьги… перчатки с обрезанными пальцами – устрашающая пародия на дамские митенки, свернутые цепи, свастики и отдраенные «харлеи», блистающие хромом… И в это же время на 101-й водители, нервничая, сворачивают с дороги, чтобы пропустить боевой отряд, пролетающий мимо, как шаровая молния, оставляющая позади лишь грязь и руины…

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«Они называют себя Ангелами Ада. Они разъезжают по стране, насилуют и совершают набеги, словно конница мародеров – и хвастаются, что нет такой силы у полиции, которая смогла бы скрутить их преступное мотоциклетное братство» («Urie», «The Man ’ s Magazine», август, 1965).

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Ангелы Ада Hell's Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs _ Хантер Томпсон

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https://knijky.ru/books/angely-ada

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The White Buffalo - The House of The Rising Sun (Sons of Anarchy Season 4 Finale Song)

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scTqpfL9WMA

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http://goodserials.tv/serials/drama/syny_anarkhii_5/6-1-0-63

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vh0QJZXgnOI

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXgOpItTvCs

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Always watched mom from very little. Around 10 it switched to my sister in-law. At the same age my father took me into the bakery where he worked and I watched him bake.
Occasionally my father asked me to do easy things like kneading the dough, rolling cinnamon rolls (my father actually hated cinnamon), and egg white washing before baking. Of course he never let me around the big mixers or even the rotating oven. Mom on the weekends occasionally baked as well. Even had a few recipes in a couple of cook books published with the help of my sister in-law. Mom couldn't write pretty much anything. My sister in-law being a vegetarian of course never cooked any meat. My half brother usually cooked that. Yet he obviously never watched mom cook, so my sister in-law suggested that I cook. It was always just simple things like fist sticks and hamburgers.
Around 12 I was left on my own. Mom made prepared dinners for me and froze them. All I had to do was heat them up. Yet breakfast was something I had to do. So I occasionally made eggs and bacon if I had the time which was a rare occasion. Mostly cereals. And mom made up a lunch bag for me for school. Jr high was the same. Yet dad had me picking walnuts with him to make brownies at his place. Just simple baking. Yet shelling the walnuts and even insuring those walnuts were good was a choir. Dad had me working with him at a different job. This time a doughnut shop! These little jobs I did was mostly serving because the oil fryer was dangerous. As I found out years later when he himself got badly burned and forced into retirement. At 16 I had a bad motorcycle accident. Mom could no longer take care of me so I was forced to live with my half brother and his wife again. Dad couldn't do it either because he worked nights. He really wasn't supposed to have me working with him anyway on the weekends. It was almost a year before I really could do anything. So cooking even at my half brothers place was out until I got out of the caste. It was a long painful 10 months. When I got the caste off, guess who had to start cooking again? I really wasn't happy with that arrangement. So I picked up a job at a local Italian restaurant. At first it was just simple dishwashing for the first few months. My half brother was happy because the owner let the workers take home whatever was left over. Usually it was pizza. Yet occasionally some really good pasta dishes were available. That's where I learned to make the Italian dishes that I do make today. From there I had worked on and off in various restaurants. A couple of five star restaurants at that yet never more than a precook. Yet I always watched and learned. When I was 8yo as it quickly became more chore around the house to make dinner every night for the hole family. My parents started me off standing on stepping stools and doing everything under constant directions and I quickly picked up cooking.
I honestly can't remember ever not being able to cook.

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Depends on the setting. If others are around and they don't want to hear my music, or meeting, earphones or headphones.
Usually, good speakers will have better sound quality though. Actually I have (~$15,000 rig in a acoustically outfitted room), which is why I personally feel confident in my claim. Obviously the experience of a full scale setup is more awesome and grand by nature, but I think there is something about the close proximity of the driver to the ear in headphones that delivers this "intimacy", or "vulnerability" that's lost to me in a speaker setup. It's distant sounding, and as a result, not as engaging.
To me Headphones feel more accurate and since I am a very analytical listener I prefer that (can't help it, it's in my nature to analyze things). I have yet to find a sub 20.000€ setup that comes close to reproducing sound with as much detail as any >400€ pair of headphones. Speakers on the other hand feel more real. A well setup pair of speakers can make it feel like you are listing to a live performance on the single best seat. Some detail is lost, but that doesn't matter, because in a live performance even more detail is lost. This is because with large rooms and stadiums it is almost impossible to treat the venue in a way that everyone will have the best possible experience, so compromises are made that everybody has a good experience. On a studio album the artists can (theoretically) repeat a recording indefinitely until it is perfected and instruments are often recorded independently as well as a sound engineer working on a recording after the fact instead of on the fly. It's like comparing a motorcycle to a sports car; The one will completely obliterate the other in terms of top speeds, acceleration and efficiency, while the other will offer a much more comfortable experience and the ability to share that experience with others.
I love my speakers because there's no lack of soundstage, and I can adjust that by positioning the speakers differently. I don't have to deal with tangling myself in wires. Movies sound spectacular with speakers (and hopefully a sub soon). I love it when the sounds coming from the tv actually come from the direction of the tv, as opposed to happening in my ears. When it comes to playing records, there's nothing quite like speakers. Records still sound great through my 650s, but I hear every pop and speck of dust that I wasn't quite able to clean off. Same goes for bad recordings, speakers can be much more forgiving due to the nature of them being away from your head. If I had a dedicated sound proofed (ish) room with proper treatment, then I might prefer speakers. The soundstaging, viscerality, and impact of speakers can't be matched by headphones. Headphones let you get lost in your own little world however. They also let you listen to whatever you want without bothering anyone (within reason.) Even if I had the perfect speaker set up, I would still like headphones.

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Thousands of people with the same name. There’s an author with my name. I found my old Deviant Art account from when I was a 14 year old emo kid. It's all cringy webcam pictures of myself with bad makeup and stupid quotes and the " :3 " face. I deactivated the email associated with it a few years ago and now I can't login to delete my account. I hate myself.
A post about how I died in a motorcycle wreck a few years back. Yes, me, not a guy with the same name as me. Apparently I have also forgotten about my career in the military. I wonder what databases are getting crossed here. Miscellaneous info about some domain names I let lapse a decade or so ago. At least one got snatched up by a spammer. I am somewhat annoyed that my driveway (you can't see the house from the road) is now on Street View. It wasn't on there, which was one of the plusses to buying this place ~6 years ago, Google had only photographed the main road through this part of the county.
A YouTube video from a guy with the same first name and middle name (my middle name is his surname, he doesn't share my surname) denying 9/11, claiming Bush did it, or the Illuminati. His page is full of similar conspiracy videos. I google myself regularly to make sure that there is nothing embarrassing or unprofessional about me. As long as my reddit username is private it is impossible to find anything about me on the internet that I don't want the whole world to know.

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Sure, of course!! Your English is perfect, don’t worry! Thank you also 🤗

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The costume is to do with various methods of animal migration, as I know it probably doesn’t seem clear at first glance!

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Truthfully, I can’t remember as to how long it took, but I know the wings were a considerable amount of time alone! They were by far the most intricate process.

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In terms of the wings, they were made by welding copper wires together, and the shapes within the wings are of electromagnetic fields, hence the funky pattern, aha. I then stitched plastic scoubidou wires onto them to give them some colour! It’s then covered in organza fabric which was sealed by both hand stitching and a glue gun, to mimic bat wings.

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The top was originally a grey sports top, which I painted over in fabric paint to mimic the pattern of a blue whale.

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The gauntlets and shoulder pads were made of felt, with thin leather stitched on top to cover it, with various nautical instruments attached to them.

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The helmet was an old motorcycle helmet, and I fixed in some fairy lights, steampunk glasses and headphones to mimic radar and sonar! The glasses were to symbolise the photoreceptors that birds have to migrate. The lights because... (I can’t remember ahah)

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The trousers were made from scratch, and were dip dyed in three different vats of dye, to get the ombré effect. Paw prints and fur mimicking African mammals were painted onto them with fabric paint/cuttings I found.

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Same with the shoes! They were sourced out and painted too.

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Sorry for the essay, but I really appreciated your question so I wanted to spend time answering it! In truth I sourced so many methods of animal migration at the time, and each element of the costume is homage to that, basically! :)

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