Though I don't have much to give at the moment for your birthday Joe, I do have an image I created that I feel represents HitRECord perfectly. Here at HitRECord all our hearts come together and through working with one another our dedication and our love for art shines through. Again, Happy birthday Joe by <3

I am going to have a daughter this summer and this afternoon I got my first real glimpse at her. It was an experience of immeasurable beauty and joy.

While it is one thing to see the whole body in its entirety, it was particularly amazing to watch the heart beat. The ultrasound camera is creates so many visual perspectives and sometimes you are viewing the exterior of the baby, and other times you are suddenly within the body, viewing the organs and the muscles.

I'll never forget one particular moment where the heart was the main focus on the screen. It's beating at around 142 bps and it looks so tiny, and yet it's so prominent. But what really struck me was the baby's whole body seemed to just be a glowing outline. In that series of moments it became clear to me that our bodies truly are just physical vessels.

<3

Oh, and I absolutely loved what the technician said to us about her job and how much she loves doing it. I just had to use that audio byte to open the video.

Jesus motherflipping cripes on a snowboard, this did not want to encode to the site. A million thanks to thesherbethead for getting online an helping me not punch things. <3

As per Joe's request, the SXSW check-signing video, edited snappily. Though may I just say, in the future, hitRECorders, when you are going to post something exciting, please don't do it at 4 AM. Some of us are insomniacs and ignoring the dulcet tones of our laptops going you know you want to open your video editing software... come on.... sleep is for losers... is very difficult.

It's a good thing I love you all no matter what. <3

So, I started this a couple of nights ago and between cutting this and long hours at work, I've gotten about 3 hours of sleep. My brain started getting 'glitchy' after awhile and this is the result, so I'm sure it could use another pass...Thank you penelope and lilac for helping me!

The end is more of a remix of coldplayisawesome's awesome glitch video from earlier.

Tons of more resources to come...

I have been insanely busy from traveling due to New York Fashion Week, and finally have had the last couple of days to relax (before now getting ready to move to Chicago for The School of the Art Institute).

I have been working on my “68's” this OCD drawing capacity/rule I came up with in my early teens. They pieces help me relax...I take someone, anyone, and draw them in sixty-eight strokes or less. Basically, if I can't communicate it in under sixty-eight lines, it didn't need to happen.

This is me.

I forget my nine to five as I get swallowed by the rhythm ‘cause it makes me feel alive which I will follow to the end regardless of survival this American Tale has just set sail so you can call me Fivel I will rip it with equipment that I can or cannot find although it doesn’t truly matter when the instrument’s the mind and now I found my instrument in which I’ll use to circumvent you with surround you to astound you show you that I’m not invisible invincible at least I hope I can convince you of course I have a story it’s obligatory yet I can’t pretend to be some former public enemy who focused all his energy and skills just on his tendencies to kill until he found his prison cell which was his remedy his pill it was his catalyst to tell and his ability to spell that let him be a criminal and then describe his former hell no I never served a sentence with exception of the presence of the lessons that transcend the physical the senses that we tow along right on from each and every single one of our past tense last lives to where our present essence is residing past lives hiding who the hell am I describing God if this is sober rhyming then thank You I’m not imbibing it is true that is behind me it was You who helped me find me yes You nurtured and You’re perfect but Your virtue is not timing see before You came along I let the chemicals adore me then they nearly did destroy me twisted visions did inform me that my former dormitory was identical in form indeed potentially in more to a drug laboratory we were scientists exploring realms the public is ignoring shrug their shoulders and keep snoring on yes this is where I faced my fears of death without protection which was right before I tasted tears from glaring introspection man I missed the years when I could fly by astrally projecting never felt right in my skin was never settled in my skeleton indeed relieved when school days became opposite of in because the anguish in my language when my life became mismanaged showed a man who felt abandoned even standing in a crowded room the only thought was stranded to a level that was doom as though my clothes weren’t even branded when I ran away from truth began to pan the room and panic when I frantically avoided it it only made me manic scan ahead a couple years from then is where you’ll find a man living independently yet faking it again inebriated hooligan and making like a fool again then waking in the morning be like where the hell I been but find reminders that I wandered and committed many sins while I’m living under bright lights it’s my soul that’s getting dim because a city life’s not splendid when an alley’s where it ends so I then rallied and decided it was time to form a plan to separate divide the mind from poisons in the hands I felt that if I did my part the forces would just send a rocket to transport me back to places I had been in adolescence old dimensions eons before then so I confided to myself my life was no longer worth risking no longer would I be a backwards walking contradiction shrug the judgment love the subjects deemed as science fiction believe it in your heart and then receive your premonitions knew I couldn’t be a coward with the infinite of powers I demanded help from up and then just said it even louder wouldn’t age a second older didn’t care if it got colder I would say it even bolder then You catalogued your folders and dispatched one of Your soldiers who allowed me to behold You it was thereabouts right on my twisted spiritual odyssey my Spirit introduced me to the disembodied Me and so no longer could I fight it when my stronger Self just flipped a switch then penned a script of mental bliss and told me to recite it never thrived on the contrived still don’t know how this little lad transformed into a scribe although I didn’t really quit on it ‘cause now I had my vibe and it was giving validation to my fragile mental station epicenter of the nation I had finally found my placement man the pen was overflowing and the feeling was amazing then I had no clue I’d get some news could barely even face it ‘cause I got the shocking word that You had picked a new location to send me on and end my song before I even played it to rip me from my melody before I could improve it You removed me from the soothing sounds I’d just become a student had to leave my local music scene enthused about the movement just bereave D.C. forget your dreams of poetry no need for beats and melodies then grabbed that book I wrote in and commanded it to Rest In Peace ‘cause eulogies were all this fool could seem to see his poem’s fate would be I was heading to a different land supposed a warmer climate nothing but the sun and sand composed those Virgin Islands from an endless sea of emcees now the only urgent rhymer yes they call it paradise then pass the booze “Hey where’s the ice?” Mother Nature is a beauty but this buzz is just as nice but that flame is not the same for me already paid my price but prior to my fire burning gulped it rolled the vice now I saw where this was heading wasn’t sure if I was ready for this test you’d make me go through just to see if I’d be steady being cornered by the eight balls all temptations when aplenty but at this point I reached a state please quote me document me I decided I’d survive in any place you want to send me and as a gift you lent me Pete who was my roommate a soul teammate you saw to it that we meet because he pried apart my eyes and then he began to show it the tools to use to find my muse who told me I’m a poet but know that I’ll admit it every time that I will spit it I was once a man who couldn’t barely handle it if you could simply be the candle I will be the wick and be ripping through the wax inside this never ending pit of hungry basement emcees a hundred leagues below the mainstream but if I can’t ascend then I’ll just turn and dig to Beijing to show you I’ll do anything it doesn’t even matter though I’m platinum on the astral plane now crawling to my hole again to show my shadow I’m a showman I’m a rhyming shaman when I comment on the human drama caught up in the moment like the poem’s my true mama ‘cause it froze me like a semi-colon gave my life a comma then reborn into the birth canal he’s got a plan for grand finales never would expect it when his head was in the clouds because he whispered little syllables but now is coming loud because I’m proud I finally found the cloud that tells what I’m about and I will use this sound repeatedly as mystical and magical ingredients keep feeding me the rhythm just possesses me it grabs the lesser me and it detects me then ejects me and propels me to an entity you’re bound to learn this lesson too I found it even bested doom but if you need a hint then I’ll be hanging from the crescent moon to scream then let it echo from the chamber of this tube that’s my windpipe dream echo from the chamber echo from the chamber echo from the chamber of this tube that’s my windpipe dream

Hello and happy 2011 from The Big Easy.  Making albums of recommendations for Text and Music for the Book and CD of RECollection volume 1.  Re-RECommendation albums.  Dr. Gory normally cuts these Regularity videos together, but he's hard at work finishing up the video mastering for the RECollection DVD.  Any editors wanna take this raw footage and cut together a proper Regularity video we can tweet out to the world?