Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Wording For Dora Party



Dawn and we started with a cold environment. -6 º to -10 º in 45 minutes. Goodbye cold north, hi humid South. Miles, gray sky in Punta Candor. Corvina, starting and dogfish. An oasis before the start of the war. In the Dojo, smiles, reunions ... and direct training. Dusk and Qi-Gong. The start of two days of immersion in Sanchin Kata, Goju Ryu, Kobudo, Seidokan. First contacts with the new family. Young. Ready. Authentic. Breakfast and fellowship. Rain. The water soaks karateguis, water does not stop. Neither do we. Body cold, warm heart, mind away. Anyone want to swim? It seems not, but the Sensei is clear: all the water. Still raining. Continue. water skips lunch, the evening we reached the sand, in a storm, joining heaven and earth. The wind can not scare me, I am the wind. The beam can not reach me, I am the lightning. The rain can not get wet, I am the rain. Enter me, I go through. Are my parents, my brothers, my makers. The teacher gives us His wisdom, teaches us to dance the dance of death, to follow the path that must lead to the final. Conscious. Constant. Without looking down. Sanchin. The three battles. Body. Mind. Spirit. Iron shirt. It will not stop the beat (nothing will), but maybe you're ready when you arrive. Maybe ... And then, as the land, the storm, the sea. Dissolve in the universe. Be one. With my sisters and brothers. bye. Adios humid South, hi humid north. The fields, flooded, the promise of a cold Tuesday becomes water. Smiles. Chat. Laughter. A troll with me inexhaustible energy. Continues its way to a fertile valley. Bless me. It is my sister. At home, my friends are unknown. They speak of peace and a spring eternal, to experience and realize the interior of a deathless snake that arises from the earth and rises up the spine. Imagine. Rises. Free. Without fear. To infinity. have to die to be reborn. What sounded? Kodo Heartbeat Drummers Of Japan ~ (Sheffield Lab, 1985) Listen to this album
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Sunday, December 12, 2010

Fire Precaution Attic Insulation



Hell. Pedro Botero boilers. Did anyone ever wonder where it comes from all that fire? Is all that temperature? According to the classic hell is underground, so obey the mechanistic laws of thermodynamics and energy conservation. That is, all that heat must come from or go somewhere. This crucial issue was raise a chute to a university professor, for without thinking twice raised the question of consideration. Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?
Most respondents considered (mechanically), according to the principles of Boyle's Law: the gas cools when expands and heats when compressed. One student, however, went a step further ...
Answer: First, we need to know to what extent the total mass of Hell is changing over time. To do this we need to know at what pace souls are moving into Hell and the rate out. But I have understood that, once inside Hell, the souls and not leave him. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions, most of them state that if you do not belong to them, go to Hell. Since more than one religion and is expressed and as people not belong to more than one, we can conclude that all souls go to Hell. With the birth and death rates are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Let's see how varied the volume of Hell, according to Boyle's Law, for the temperature and pressure of Hell to remain stable, the volume must expand proportionately as souls input. There are two possibilities: 1. If Hell is expanding at a slower speed than the input of souls, the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until it disintegrates. 2. If Hell is expanding at a faster rate that the entry of souls, the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
What is the real possibility? If we accept what Ana told me in my freshman year (it will be cold day in Hell before I sleep with you '"), and considering that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true and We will therefore be true that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell is frozen and no longer accepting any more souls and is therefore extinct, leaving only Heaven proof of the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Ana kept shouting "Oh, my God." was the only one who got outstanding. A smart-ass questions, intelligent answers. What sounded? Insoluble Corcobado
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Saturday, December 11, 2010

Is It Ok To Eat Ramen After Vomiting










Journal. Fiction. Epitaph. Deep. Emotional. Funny.
Fun Home is not a comic book: it is a great book. The death of the father of a conventional Southern family is the alpha and omega of this lovely autobiographical arc joining the abandonment of childhood innocence with adolescence and its various awakenings. Opening the doors of the funeral in which reside Bechdel (FUNERAL HOME is the pun) to access the controlled world of this abuguesado clan whose parents, intellectuals with great concerns, abandon their dreams when they take over the family business. Under a generous layer of respectability, art deco, hieratic and Bricomanía lies a tension, advances the clock in a secret bomb that unstructured family environment, oppressive emotional gulag built on a conditional relationship. And as Alison grows, will Briend eyes to a less idyllic reality, and something pathetic in which tragedy and comedy walk hand in hand.
The sincerity and humanity of this story provoke laughter, embarrassment, perplexity, always sincere emotion. This comprehensive internal monologue that contains deep and not always nice reflections on identity, repressed desires, sexuality, taboos and "family constellations." What we are and what we learn. Approached from a serenity that invokes waves of love and sadness, also fun. And even when literature becomes cumbersome for the protagonist in the axis on which explore their lives (and his father), expresses a direct and sincere feelings that we are so ashamed, those feelings that we strive to suppress by not going against the standard. Whatever the knot, do not try to undo it with silence and restraint. Make the implicit explicit. Live better.
Fun Home has been published in Spain by Mondadori Reservoir
Books


What sounded? Lhasa de Sela ~ Lhasa (Les Disques Audiogramme, 2009)
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Thursday, December 9, 2010

Free Clipart Head Lice










After immersing
Let's Get Lost
is easy to understand why Bruce Weber and the rest of the team concluded this production totally devastated. crepuscular Portrait of an artist who shook Sinatra's reign, the bird of paradise known as Chet Baker, this is a story in which the artist tries to take stock of their lives while , narcoleptic, dissolved in a sea of \u200b\u200bmethadone. By fragmented memories, left the cold embrace of drugs, paints a picture faltering voice vague, hazy, completing unambiguously family and friends. Only by naming former colleagues seem to regain a pulse, and even in these moments his mechanics lucidity is more disturbing that her silences. Only pain and opioids actually accompanied her later years, despite the love he gave his followers and the Italian jazz scene. Baker received a warmth that sadly, as if it were a nostalgic memory of something far away. He did not know or could not, take flight again. His broken wings tremble along this journey that the only station in the making is the end of the journey. Devastating. Let's Get Lost
What sounded? Viper ~ Wayne Hancock
Of Melody (Bloodshot, 2009) Listen to this album
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