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Songs of Summer 2009

All of these are my favorite songs by far, that epitomize the summer of 2009. Most were heard / listened to when I lived in Hawaii over the summer. A few aren’t Hawaiian themed, but I assure you all are amazing. Sorry for the lack of music videos for some songs, but groups like SDIB don’t have music videos, and it’s rare to find a full version on youtube (past some douche with his new acoustic..)

5. Razorlight – Golden Touch : Great song, quite catchy. Not hawaiian, but played throughout the summer never the less.


4. Kid Cudi vs. Crookers – Day N’ Night : Love it, would tweak out the local Hawaiians playing it / blasting it in my bio-diesel powered Jetta. Respeck. Story of my life per say, haha.


3. The Dandy Warhols – Get Off : Great song I’ve heard from Dom Joly from the Trigger Happy TV / World Shut your Mouth Soundtracks:



2. Heavy D – My Love Is All I Have : Probably should be tied with #1 as I still listen to this song. In fact I found no real way to stream it on the page except linking to Yahoo music so I dug up code from Google just to embed it, took a little while to do, but totally worth it. Great music, alot of my favorites this summer were from Heavy D – Vibes album, if you were on any island, especially Maui, you heard at least 3 songs from that album per day.



1. SDIB – Midnight Hour : By far my favorite, hawaiian themed song. First few times I heard it walking around Maui / at restaurants thought it was about a guy and his girlfriend (hence the singing to eachother) – Listened to the first part when I downloaded, it’s infact about a ukelele. Makes me love it all the more:

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Hacker’s Manifesto

Another one got caught today, it’s all over the papers. “Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal”, “Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering”…

Damn kids. They’re all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950’s technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what
made him tick
, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world…

Mine is a world that begins with school… I’m smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me…

Damn underachiever. They’re all alike.

I’m in junior high or high school. I’ve listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. “No, Ms. Smith, I didn’t show my work. I did it in my head…”

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They’re all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it’s because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn’t like me… Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I’m a smart ass.. Or doesn’t like teaching and shouldn’t be here…

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They’re all alike.

And then it happened… a door opened to a world… rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict’s veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought… a board is found. “This is it… this is where I belong…” I know everyone here… even if I’ve never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again… I know you all…

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They’re all alike…

You bet your ass we’re all alike… we’ve been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak… the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We’ve been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now… the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn’t run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore… and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge… and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias… and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it’s for our own good, yet we’re the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can’t stop us all… after all, we’re all alike.

-The Mentor
Written January 8, 1986

Recommended Reading – A Hacker’s Manifesto

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