Wednesday, July 30, 2008
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The air conditioning has jumped, as saying that the night will be long. I wish it freezes as it can remedy the situation, forcing the epidermis and refute the atoms, but what about against wetness? Shit.
I am told a lot of things in the family, I feel very close Weir and adopt the resignation concave, but still, it's not as if everything was so surprising. Yes. Very unhappy, I do not consent to look into it when I let go of any enormity in casually and expect a reaction, a surprise and indignation. I do not have a life so full, it can be summarized in a few lines, and sometimes I play again, whispering what went wrong and I vaguely distinguishes what is genetic and what is my singular lack of empathy and I tell you you did well and you forget you have chosen to bury me well, figure that you guys happy for me let heat by night to feel sorry one bit. Just now a few minutes to replay the key moments of my visit, to assess changes and measure their insignificance. For more than a shadow in yours, I tried to do without you. For more than your curls, your secrets, your silence, your no foul, I looked for your stupidity and your posture, and the infinite disgust, which revolves in your smell in your words that are nothing but a little research itself, and I'm stiff and I foolishly sneers at what you're biggest thing.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
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Let me explain what I do: it was enough to click a button to feed an abandoned animal for a year, you would? Just click. No credit card. No e-mail to provide. You click, and I am committed to nourish the tearful little beast. So?
You are 2.3% (annual average) to do so. My business was profitable at 1.7%. But if
enough to click a button to do that I suck 8 months a year in Bora Bora, you would? That is the problem.
My name is Eric. I did not rush the tearful little creatures to make me suck in Bora Bora. The project was known. 870 000 EUR blocked on accounts too obvious. It's like that, I did not really hidden. I am hard for months to find a coherent business model, I tacked between banks and government support, I reassured investors suddenly pastries and powerpoints unstructured, but when assholes everyone I simply took the money. My partner is called Alex, he does not understand. He does not understand evil nor flippant. I told him I miss Alex, I want to spin in Bora Bora. Alex says: I do not understand. He watches me. Alex watching me for over two minutes. He seeks a solution, two minutes for a lifetime of reflection, before dropping: you have just been careless, money is always there. You have been negligent, Eric.
I miss Alex, I'm going. I leave with money.
You can not. He says you can not with certainty to contain the reality in three words.
When I go near him, Alex cling arm. That is the problem.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008
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Monday, July 14, 2008
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- above the Moon and Venus -
means that these objects, seen from a third
( usually the Earth)
appear very close to each other in the sky.
objects are much closer
... but what do you do? Like well this picture.
is the vision I have when I get up early
and I look out the window of the room ... and I get up
often right!
If it was winter I'd think this picture this:
Tomorrow, at dawn, at a time when the countryside whitens ,
I will leave. You see, I know you expect.
I'll go through the forest, go through the mountains.
I can not stay away from you any longer.
I walk with eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Seeing nothing outside, without hearing any noise,
Only, unknown, back bent, hands crossed,
Sad, and the day for me will be like night.
I will not look at the golden evening falls,
Neither distant sails going down towards Harfleur, And
when I arrive, I'll put on your grave
A bouquet of green holly and heather in bloom.
Victor Hugo - The contemplations -
Saturday, July 12, 2008
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Well, I thought I was that interested you. Whether you're manners, scholarly approaches to planning and all the stuff, so I do not think too much. In your story.
The girl sniffs, with an air quite annoyed.
No, it's your father.
Yes. Sounds interesting really?
What is my job.
Well, he was born around 1964.
Sniff.
No but I know.
You know what?
Looking stiff. Most
what. Birth, significant dates, all that.
And you want ...?
Your eyes on him.
That's me you want.
You can just tell me about him?
I can. It is a superior spirit who sees himself as a superior mind. Very annoying. The kind of guy who spends his life making jokes about Jews to shock malcontents.
It is not anti-Semitic?
No. You think?
No. But it confirms is good.
This is not necessarily good. Fathers are generally antisemitic good fathers, a little tight, but eager to pass the torch. It creates bonds of necessity.
It was not a good father?
No, but you should approach a little less cliche.
I will decide the approach.
course, you will see the facts in an impartial way and the truth will illuminate for your readers.
You do not trust me?
You have decided to rehabilitate it.
If necessary, yes.
No, especially if it is not necessary. I could describe it as the biggest ever frass generated, it would only strengthen you.
consolidate Me?
You go to a wonderful man. Extra. Ordinary. Outside. Our miserable daily.
is your opinion. What it was not a good father?
I did not say you fascinated. I'm not implying that you were idiot. But we do not sell the life of a man like the others. You will need the material.
Poor father, then?
Poor father, absolutely. Detestable.
What?
In his immoderate love for My Funny Valentine, first. Impose these long minutes of boredom to his kids, it's already dismal. My sister had left the song running in a loop when she opened her veins. Oh like, matter.
I know your sister.
But you did not know for Valentine. Me either. I learned recently. You'd better not mention it, in fact. The superior mind could blame.
This is not my problem.
If it is. Guilt, it only lasts so long. Then it will pass to the offensive against you. Intimidation, threats, trials. I know that you are not refractory to the scandal, at least you will encourage others to do so. But you reduce to ashes. My sister will come on trays, and you swear in your eyes that this story is false. Guaranteed success, but credibility undermined. You end up with bragging about hypothetical media cancers old glories, and you hate it your life.
It has so much influence on your sister?
No, but like all little girls who miss their suicide, she thinks it's a moment that belongs to her. You have already tried to take a bone to a dog?
And you?
Karl sighs.
Enormously. He loves to travel, he likes through the extensive African and Indonesian groves, swoon and laugh in Florentine Jews in Spain. He imagines the sulfur burning its presence worldwide. He thinks the discovery and walks, lunches where galactic blows to the gods "mi casa es tu casa." I'm worried and I get to eat Chinese. You can do something.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
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Missing!
I felt very lonely."
Malvina
previous loneliness - loneliness following
Malvina's blog just disappear from the blogosphere. With his permission I put above line expression of solitude ...
the
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
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I have a copy that I just found in the attic.
A handwritten copy. The handwriting of my mother. This text
had seduced. How could it be otherwise?
The manuscript version in my possession
is a bit different from the one I posted.
I learned only recently that it was a fake.
Whatever! This does not detract from its beauty and its depth.
To find him and talk to you I made a simple web searches that led me to this article. The rest, after all, is that "copy-paste" and layout
For Illuster I used two pictures from the book "Barefoot on Holy Land" published in 2001 Denoël in Fine Books Collection edited by T.-C. McLuhan, Edward C. Photographs Curtis.
Photo of the "Great Indian Chief of the Sea" which illustrates this post just in Traces . She is thanked.
I have no particular affinity with Native American culture. However, the rediscovery of this text I have to go in others. I will deliver you probably are excerpts one day soon. Wisdom worth sharing.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
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is one of the lessons of the allegory of the cave Plato.
Alas, you'll see sorry, but the text I've delivered and who is considered one of the finest statements in favor of ecology is a fake.
Chief Seattle is one of the first "manufactured prophets" of the media age. But this trick does not withdraw, of course, neither the historical stature of Seattle, who was a great leader, neither the ideas of environmentalists.
Seattle (See-ahth named), decided in effect in 1854, and in his own language, a famous oration at Issac Steven, Commissioner of Indian Affairs came to propose to the first inhabitants of North-West an "arrangement territorial ". We do know today that the content through a transcript, published thirty-three years later in the Seattle Sunday Star October 29, 1887 under the signature of Dr. Henry Smith. She has only a few phrases in common with the too eloquent profession of faith that has been around the world. This seems to have been drafted in 1971 by writer Ted Perry.
It runs three versions of this speech. I have delivered that which seems to be more "official".
Chief Seattle died at eighty years, one year after the city took its name makes defense to all Indians to live there.
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past two years, Fifteen tables the same comment under each post to Akhilene23, a daughter of a curiosity relative who has never surprised this constancy. No fewer than 165 articles, punctuated the "Oh" from Fifteen. 165 Ah good. And no reaction. Does she feel if I had treated 165 times a bitch? 165 times threatened with death? Akhilene23 is a colleague of Fifteen, a tiny hand of the marketing department that does not always think to lock their PC. Anne Versoony a taste for j-pop and the videos of kittens, a quiet life, divorced parents and engagement in sight, akin Modem (traditionally right). Fifteen could say "it's me who says, every time" or say Oh, in a tone that leaves no doubt. It probably does not surprise mark, preferring to ignore what may be a - what, in fact - an idiot? A lover too reserved? Fifteen would be unable to explain anyway. Not that his approach will seem so consistent that it would happen both cause and effect, but Fifteen carries the free acts, which seemed the only reason to exist. It is likely that it interprets this as a signal, a beacon showing his presence would conclude that she is lonely. He finds in these pages a trivial element of comfort, serenity. The imagining as a kid frightened, she would actually no reason to get excited nor annoyed his litany of oppressive. And the emergence of the commentator in its reality could only lead to indifference, or a vague sense of unease. Anne Versoony does not respond to the interest in her. Does she feel so filled from the outside? At this point nothing should be filled disrupt his path. 165 comments always the same. Other commentators s'agacent or playing in the stubbornness of this dubiously. And Anne Versoony (Belgian?) Is so quiet, it is moved in any of this animosity. It is profoundly abnormal. Have you visited Baghdad under the bombs, Anne? Your parents beat you, they in turn, bundled up in their couple wobbly? Have you lived as an evil power, a guy who has made you a target manifest does evoke for nothing? And if I appear before you, in a space that will exist only through mutual recognition, will you see the potential danger or worry will you keep this silence skimpy? It is time to put some order, breath Fifteen. Some order in his life.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
I Am Male And I Have Uti
Seattle was born in 1786 on a small island south of Brainbridge Island, during the terrible epidemic, the legacy of white settlers, who annihilated the indigenous population.
When he was between twenty and twenty-five years, Seattle was named head of six tribes, a title he held until his death in 1866.
Seattle is the spokesperson for the negotiations (begun in 1854) and the signatory with other Indian leaders, the peace treaty of Point Elliott - Mukilteo (1855) that yielded 2.5 million acres of land in State Government U.S. and delimited the territory of a reserve for the Suquamish.
following his speech to the Assembly of the tribes of North America in 1854:
"The Great Chief in Washington has expressed its desire to buy our land. The Grand Chief has expressed his friendship and his caring feelings. He is very generous, because we know he did not need our friendship in return.
However, we will consider your offer because we know that if we do not sell, the white man will come with guns and will take our land.
But can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the earth? Strange idea for us!
If we do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water, how can you buy it? The
every corner of this land is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every scarf of mist in the dark woods, every clearing, buzzing insects, all that is sacred in the memory and life of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.
The dead white men, when they wander among the stars, forget their homeland. Our dead never forget the beauty of this land, because she is the mother of the red man, we're part of this land as it belongs to us.
The perfumed flowers are our sisters, the deer, the horse, the great eagle are our brothers, the mountain ridges, the juices of the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man himself, all belong to the same family.
So when he asks us to buy our land, Grand Chief Washington requires a lot of us.
Grand Chief has assured us that we would book a corner where we could live comfortably, we and our children, and it would be our father and we his children.
We will consider your offer to buy our land, but it will not be easy, because this land for us is sacred.
The sparkling water of streams and rivers is not water only, it is the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you will need to remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children and teach them that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of the past and the memories of my people. The murmur of the water is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers are our brothers they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you will need to remember that rivers are our brothers and yours, and teach your children and you must now show them the kindness that you would for a brother.
The red man has always retreated before the white man, as the mist of the mountains fled before the rising sun. But the ashes of our fathers are sacred. Their graves are holy ground, so these hills, these trees, this corner of the earth are sacred to us. We know that the white man does not understand our thoughts. For him, a piece of land worth another because it is the foreigner who comes at night to plunder the earth according to its needs. The soil is not his brother but his enemy, and when he has conquered, he continued his journey. He left behind the graves of their fathers and do not care.
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandparents. So they respect it, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our people. Teach your children what we teach our children that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the son of the earth. When men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
We know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to earth. We know that all things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.
Everything that happens to the earth befalls the son of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life, there is a thread of tissue. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
But we will consider your offer to go to the reservation that you intend for my people. We will live apart and in peace. No matter where we spend the rest of our days. Our children have seen their fathers humbled in defeat. Our warriors have experienced the shame of defeat after they sank days idle and defile their bodies with sweet foods and strong drink. No matter where we spend the rest of our days? They are more numerous. A few more hours, a few winters, and there will be no more children of the great tribes that once lived on this land, or who still wander in the woods in small groups, none will be there to weep over the graves of a people once so powerful, so full of hope as yours. But why mourn the passing of my people? Tribes are made of men, not more. Men come and go, like waves of the sea
Even the white man, whose God walks with him and talks like a friend with his friend, can not escape the common destiny. Maybe we are still brothers, and we'll see. But we know one thing that the white man may discover one day, our God is the same God. Although you think now that you have as you would like to own our land, you can not do. He is the God of men, and compassion is the same for the red man and white man.
Land is precious in his eyes, which harms the earth covering the creator of contempt. The whites will go, too, and perhaps before the other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed, and a nice night, you suffocate in your own waste.
But in your loss, you will shine bright lights, lit by the power of God who brought you into this country, and who, for a purpose known to him, gave you power on this earth and the red man. That destiny is a mystery to us, we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses tamed, when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the smell of many men, the appearance of hills ripe for harvest is damaged by the cables talking.
Where is the thicket? Disappeared. Where is the eagle? There is no more. What say goodbye to the pony and agile for hunting? It's finally live and get to survive.
So we will consider your offer to buy our land. And if we accept, for it will be well assured of receiving the reservation you have promised. Here, perhaps, we can finish the brief days we have left to live according to our desires. And when the last red man has vanished from this earth, and that his memory will be only a shadow of a cloud rolling prairie, these shores and forests still houses the spirits of my people. For they love this earth as the newborn loves the beat of the heart his mother. So if we sell you our land, love it as we loved. Take care of it as we have taken care.
Keep in mind the memory of this country, as when you take it. And with all your strength and with all your mind, with all your heart, preserve it for your children and love him as God loves you all.
One thing we know: our God is the same God. He loves this land. The white man himself can not escape the common destiny. Maybe we are brothers, we'll see. "
Friday, July 4, 2008
Letters For Church Anniversary
I knew in my Photos of Brittany
hiding a distant cousin of Veterans and Sphinx.
I ended up putting my hands on it.
What a strange sensation.
I hope you enjoy it.
He speaks little but what is that it speaks well!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
What's In Sunlight Dish Soap
but if you look a little
we realize that we are faced with a bottomless pit.
times, human loneliness is unfathomable.
That's why we invented the goosebumps, that's not
up chattering teeth. "
Philippe Djian - 37 ° 2 le matin
loneliness previous - loneliness following
From loneliness to solitude, from blog to blog,
a barrage of bills originated in
Traces ago some time.
Since then, 43 people entered the dance.
To do so simply:
- Create a note about loneliness
- You go to the last farandoleur
- Submit your link to the loneliness in his comments
- Correct address loneliness on previous your ticket.
- Correct address loneliness following another dancer when you have taken the hand ...
the