Add a New Domain to cPanel (Godaddy for domain and hosting)

Buy the domain

1) Go to the domain's DNS. Change the A record (only the one field I guess) to the domains IP.

Then, you can (if you want) go to cloudflare and do cloudflare. You +add site on cloudflare, enter the domain, then click ok when it retrieves what it finds for that domain's name servers, and it says change to karl, and you go to godaddy to the dns for that domain and change the nameservers to those karl.

2) Go into cPanel (log into it the way you usually do). Go to +Addon domains. Type in the domain. It will create a new folder in the public.html.

Now it should work when you create an index.php file there and put hello on it.

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Setting Up a Dual Boot Ubuntu / Win 7 Machine

This method "should" allow Ubuntu to detect Windows and read the Windows files, but not the other way around. There is also a common problem where if you install Win 7, something happens where it fucks with the boot loader and you can't boot into any USB after that (and so can't install any further OSs). Hopefully this doesn't happen on this.

According to someone on a forum:

"You solve this by installing in UEFI mode, which prevents this problem. Use this recipe:

Back up your personal files.

Enter your setup screens and set UEFI mode, disable legacy mode, disable secure boot.

Set SATA mode AHCI, disable RAID.

(Reinstall Windows here if necessary.)

Flash a USB install device very carefully, making sure to 'eject' the device before unplugging it.

Reboot, enter your system's one-time boot menu (often but not always function key F12), and select the install USB device from the UEFI devices list, not the legacy devices list.

Install Linux."

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Lists

Books to find as pdfs:

  • Kakehashi autobiography "I Believe in Music" 2002
  • Kakehashi: "Age Without Samples: Originality and Creativity in the Digital World" 2017
  • Makoto Ueda: "Literary and Art Theories of Japan"
  • 80s Details magazines
  • 70s Ty i Ja magazines

Music to check out:

Faye Wong, Mitsuko Uchida playing Schubert and Debussy, Kelly Moran, Can’s Lost Tapes, Dennis Russell Davies and Maki Namekawa performing four-handed Fidelio by Beethoven, Talk Talk… early blur,

Corporate and Regular WordPress-style websites made for content:

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The 60s

Suite Judy Blue Eyes, by CSN

It's getting to the point where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
You make it hard
Remember what we've said and done and felt about each other
Oh, babe have mercy
Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
You make it hard

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Tearing yourself away from me now you are free
And I am crying
This does not mean I don't love you I do that's forever
Yes and for always
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
You make it hard
Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret
Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock and laughter the key to your heart
And I love you
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
You make it hard
And you make it hard
And you make it hard
And you make it hard

Friday evening
Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning
Please be gone I'm tired of you
What have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is? (Help me I'm sufferin')
Listen to me baby
It's my heart that's a sufferin' it's a dyin' (Help me I'm dyin')
And that's what I have to lose (To lose)
I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays?
What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song, don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow

Voices of the angels
Ring around the moonlight
Asking me said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?

Lacy lilting lady
Losing love lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady

Que linda me la traiga Cuba
La reina de la Mar Caribe
Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi
Y que triste que no puedo vaya oh va, oh va

Into the Mystic, by Van Morrison

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows
I will be coming home, mmm mmm
And when the fog horn blows
I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float
Into the mystic
When that fog horn blows
You know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows
I gotta hear it
I don't have to fear it
And I wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float
Into the mystic
Come on girl
Will they stop now
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Bill Callahan Lyrics

River Guard, by Bill Callahan of Smog, from "Knock Knock" recorded in 1998.

When I take the prisoners swimming
They have the time of their lives
I love to watch them floating
On their backs
Unburden and relaxed
I sit in the tall grass and look the other way
And when I hall them in they always sing
Our sencencess will not served
We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free
Most nights I go for a drive
To to the highest place I can find
Stand there on a cliff with gooseflesh
Watching the wind rip the leaves of the trees
Death defying
Every breath
Death defying
Soon we all be back in the yard
Behind the wall
Leaving heart
Dreaming of cool rivers and tall grass
We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free
We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free

Red Apples, the early version, not the one that appeared later on 1997's "Red Apple Falls"

I went down to the river
To meet the widow
She gave me an apple
And it was red
I slept in her black arms
For a century
She wanted nothing in return
I gave her nothing in return
The ghost of her husband
Beautiful as a horse
Pulled up an apple cart
Full of millions of red apples for us
Full of millions of red apples for us
I went down to the river
To meet the widow
She gave me an apple
And it was red
I slept in her black arms
For a century
She wanted nothing in return
I gave her nothing in return
I went down to the river
To meet the widow

Riding for the Feeling, on 2011's "Apocalypse"

It's never easy to say goodbye
To the faces
So rarely do we see another one
So close and so long
I asked the room if I'd said enough
No one really answered
They just said, "Don't go, don't go, don't go, don't go, don't go"
Well all this leaving is never ending
I kept hoping for one more question
Or for someone to say,
"Who do you think you are?"
So I could tell them
With intensity, the drop evaporates by law
In conclusion, leaving is easy
When you've got some place you need to be
I'm giving up this gig for another season
With the TV on mute
I'm listening back to the tapes
On the hotel bed
My, my, my apocalypse
My, my, my apocalypse
I realised I had said very little about ways or wheels
Or riding for the feeling
Riding for the feeling
Is the fastest way to reach the shore
On water or land
Riding for the feeling, riding for the feeling, riding for the feeling
Riding for the feeling, riding for the feeling, riding for the feeling
What if I had stood there at the end
And said again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again
An answer to every question
Riding for the feeling, riding for the feeling, riding for the feeling
Riding for the feeling, riding for the feeling, riding for the feeling
Riding for the riding, for the riding, and for the ride
Riding for the feeling, riding for the feeling, riding for the feeling
Would that have been a suitable goodbye?

I Break Horses from 1996's "Kicking a Couple Around" by Smog

Well, I rode out to the ocean
And the water looked like tarnished gold
I rode out on a broken horse
Who told me she'd never felt so old
She asked me if I'd feed her
And ride her now and then
No no no, no no no, no no no
I break horses
I don't tend to them
I break horses
They seem to come to me
Asking to be broken
They seem to run to me
I break horses
Doesn't take me long
Just a few well-placed words
And their wandering hearts are gone
At first her warmth felt good between my legs
Living breathing heart-beating flesh
But soon that warmth turned to an itch
Turned to a scratch
Turned to a gash
I break horses
I don't tend to them
Tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island
And I don't want to see you swimming behind
Tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island
And I don't want to see you swimming behind
No, I break horses
I don't tend to them

Dress Sexy at My Funeral, from 2000's Dongs of Sevotion

Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
For the first time in your life

Wear your blouse undone to here
And your skirt split up to there

Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
For the first time in your life
Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife

Wink at the minister
Blow kisses to my grieving brothers

Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife

And when it comes your turn to speak
Before the crowd
Tell them about the time we did it
On the beach with fireworks above us
On the railroad tracks
With the gravel in your back
In the back room of a crowded bar
And in the very grave yard
Where my body now rests

Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
For the first time in your life

Also tell them about how I gave to charity
And tried to love my fellow man
As best I could
But most of all don't forget about the time
On the beach
With fireworks above us
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