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Slated For Death

Date
25 July 2017
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09:11
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This web site (along with its email addresses!) is going away in 2018. Thanks for the memories!

I am trying to do this responsibly, so here is my plan which will take place over the next several months:

  1. I am sending an email to everyone with a foopaux.com email addresses, and posting this thing right here, to see if anyone notices.
  2. After one month, I will announce this plan on the family Slack, noting whether I received any feedback on step 1.
  3. At some point after 1 October 2017, the website will have comments turned off, and will later (sometime during the next 6 months) be converted into a “static site”, meaning all content will be frozen and you won’t have anywhere to log in and post something new.
  4. I will assist anyone who needs their foopaux.com email or Google docs migrated to another account. I will post monthly or bi-monthly reminders of this on the family Slack.
  5. On July 17, 2018, if it has not already been sold for millions of dollars, the foopaux.com domain will expire. On that day everything on this web site will be moved over to a sub-directory on thenotepad.org or one of my other domains, where it will remain for the next several years. Again, you still won’t be able to post anything new, but you’ll always be able to refer to it if you want to.

I may change plans based on feedback, especially if your last or maiden name is Dueck, or if you want to throw money at me. If you have any comments, please email me at joel at jdueck.net.

To the Sky

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18 April 2015
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21:57
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Sovay

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02 August 2010
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13:10
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From Light Flight – The Anthology

Sovay Sovay all on a day
She dressed herself in man’s array
With a brace of pistols all at her side
To meet her true love, to meet her true love, away she rides

As she was galloping over the plain
She met her true love and bid him stand
“Stand and deliver, young man,” she said
“And you do not, and if you do not, I’ll shoot you dead.”

He delivered up his golden store
And still she craved for one thing more
“That diamond ring that I see you wear
Oh hand it over, oh hand it over, and your life I’ll spare.”

From my diamond ring I would not part
For it’s a token from my sweetheart
Shoot and be damned you rogue,” said he,
“And you’ll be hanged, and you’ll be hanged for murdering me.”

Next morning in the garden green
Young Sovay and her true love were seen
He spied his watch hanging from her clothes
Which made him blush lads, which made him blush lads, like any rose

Why do you blush you silly young thing?
I thought to have that diamond ring;
Twas I who robbed you all on the plain,
So here’s your gold, love, here’s your gold and your watch and chain.”

I only did it for to know
If you were be a man or no
If you’d given me that ring she said
I’d have pulled the trigger – pulled the trigger and shot you dead.”

Little Red Plane Production Vlog - Part Seven

Date
30 July 2010
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16:05
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Glory Shone Around

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16 December 2009
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17:40
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Here is a Christmas song of a different kind! Sacred Harp singers belt out Sherburne, an early American tune by Daniel Read, 1785.

You’ll hear them sing through the song once using the names of the notes (Fa Sol La and Me) then again using the words.

Sacred Harp singing puts you in touch with something raw, powerful and authentic: community singing in one of its finest forms. If you ever get the chance to try it out, do it.

While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.

All glory be to God on high
And to the earth be peace,
Goodwill henceforth from heaven to men
Begin and never cease.