Bob Marsh

It is - Exactly, or slightly left of it.

nice to see(hear) from you
it does look a lot like the Bay Bridge with the San Mateo Bridge below
Your glance is more precious than gold
I am doing a friendly dance in response

a bridge ? a golden glance? a friendly thought.

Maecenas, born of monarch ancestors,
The shield at once and glory of my life!
There are who joy them in the Olympic strife
And love the dust they gather in the course;
The goal by hot wheels shunn'd, the famous prize,
Exalt them to the gods that rule mankind;
This joys, if rabbles fickle as the wind
Through triple grade of honours bid him rise,
That, if his granary has stored away
Of Libya's thousand floors the yield entire;
The man who digs his field as did his sire,
With honest pride, no Attalus may sway
By proffer'd wealth to tempt Myrtoan seas,
The timorous captain of a Cyprian bark.
The winds that make Icarian billows dark
The merchant fears, and hugs the rural ease
Of his own village home; but soon, ashamed
Of penury, he refits his batter'd craft.
There is, who thinks no scorn of Massic draught,
Who robs the daylight of an hour unblamed,
Now stretch'd beneath the arbute on the sward,
Now by some gentle river's sacred spring;
Some love the camp, the clarion's joyous ring,
And battle, by the mother's soul abhorr'd.
See, patient waiting in the clear keen air,
The hunter, thoughtless of his delicate bride,
Whether the trusty hounds a stag have eyed,
Or the fierce Marsian boar has burst the snare.
To me the artist's meed, the ivy wreath
Is very heaven: me the sweet cool of woods,
Where Satyrs frolic with the Nymphs, secludes
From rabble rout, so but Euterpe's breath<br/&amp;g

Maecenas atauis edite regibus,
O et praesidium et dulce decus meum,
Sunt quos curriculo puluerem Olympicum
Collegisse iuuat metaque feruidis
Euitata rotis palmaque nobilis
Terrarum dominos euehit ad deos ;
Hunc, si mobilium turba Quiritum
Certat tergeminis tollere honoribus ;
Illum, si proprio condidit horreo
Quicquid de Lybicis uerritur areis.
Gaudentem patrios findere sarculo
Agros Attalicis condicionibus
Numquam demoueas, ut trabe Cypria
Myrtoum pauidus nauta secet mare.
Luctantem Icariis fluctibus Africum
Mercator metuens otium et oppidi
Laudat rura sui ; mox reficit rates
Quassas, indocilis pauperiem pati.
Est qui nec ueteris pocula Massici
Nec partem solido demere de die
Spernit, nunc uiridi membra sub arbuto
Stratus, nunc ad aquae lene caput sacrae.
Multos castra iuuant et lituo tubae
Permixtus sonitus bellaque matribus
Detestata. Manet sub Ioue frigido
Venator tenerae coniugis immemor,
Seu uisa est catulis cerua fidelibus,
Seu rupit teretis Marsus aper plagas.
Me doctarum hederae praemia frontium
Dis miscent superis, me gelidum nemus
Nympharumque leues cum Satyris chori
Secernunt populo, si neque tibias
Euterpe cohibet nec Polyhymnia
Lesboum refugit tendere barbyton.
Quod si me lyricis uatibus inseres,
Sublimi feriam sidera uertice.

beautiful, beautiful, noises...

Thank you for friendship.

Indeed interesting sound.

new cacophonator II in stock, with soundinput, preamplifier and feedbackpoti.