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"I got more views in one hour than I got in a month." -Mariano
It never fails to make me roll my eyes when I'm watching a show, and I don't mean a talk show ( something that is getting more and more rare as time passes) and an f bomb or the name of a drug is bleeped out but the instructions to starting a meth lab or pulling off a crime and manipulating the law to get off of the hook is laid out in detail for all to take in and take advantage of. It's practically an instruction guide to society's deterioration. Why am I writing about tv? I'm getting there I promise just bear with me.
How many times have you turned to watch "the news" only to hear report after report about this celebrity's butt or the other's breast or are so and so dating? *eye roll*. Is that NEWS worthy? Shouldn't that be under "entertainment"? Or am I from another planet?
There are so many more news worthy events and happenings going on in the world every day. Causes that people have put on the back burner because of the "Hollywood distraction" causes like famine, ignorance, drought, refugees and the list goes on. All people are interested in now is who's doing who (excuse me for being so blunt) and the dress.. Shallow, superficial things that make them forget for a few hours how terrible their life is by seeing somebody else all glammed up.
The hypocritical part that society plays is that now, as a society, we are fine with having people in our communities killed/ murdered/ commit suicide. In fact let a few days pass and we'll have a hero on our hands who's life will be published in every magazine, newspaper and talked about on every morning show. That hero will emerge from the ashes like a Phoenix, from the most gruesome crimes and in anyone of the three cases I mentioned. If you are aware you'll see that the only purpose of this is to divide people even more. How? TV will guide the way. And here is what I said about mainstream media poison enters. TV will tell you who to root for, who's right and what you should do about it.
On the same note of social hypocrisy; hurl an insult or an obscenity and face the wrath of the people, the media and no one will stop hearing about it. This was taken advantage of so much so that waitresses would claim that certain kinds of insults or slurs were hurled at them just so they can get the attention that they couldn't get as kids probably.
I Pooped Today I’ll Poop Tomorrow
It was 3:50 am Wednesday morning and I had just taken the most satisfying shit in my life.A bowel movement of quality, re-affirming one of life’s little joys that is often hurriedly passed through or neglected to be fulfilled.I’ll never take another poop for granted.
It was the second step in my recovery from surgery to remove my right kidney and the cancerous masses attached to it and around it.The first step came six hours after having that major organ removed, six days after receiving the frightening telephone call that hurled me toward the surgery date, six months after bouts of debilitating fatigue that left me worried and confused about my condition.I was healthy.I was healthy.And I was now struggling to take my first steps with a nurse on one side and my sister on the other as waves of nausea and dizziness washed over me as I rose from my bed and a nurse scrambled for a pan for me to vomit into.I shuffled towards the door and thought I might make a break for it but that idea made the room spin faster.I moved tentatively on sodden legs, paralyzed intestines, and an abdomen that had been exploded and incised.
I was home three days after surgery and had not had a bowel movement in all that time.Another night passed.It’s not a record, people have gone longer than that because that’s how they are built or just for kicks.But I enjoy my time in the oval office and crucial moves had to be made.Pooping became a life or death situation.My guts had been paralyzed by the anesthesia and my reflexes deadened by the pain medication.When I left the hospital the nurses said good bye, wished me well and tell us when you poop!My intestines were completely lifeless below the incisions in my abdomen.Not a rumble.
I awoke to the feeling of sharp knives and itching in my bowels and my bladder felt ready to explode.The feelings passed.I closed my eyes trying to remember the familiar urgency of having to go.The knives and itching returned with an intense heat in my thighs and I hurriedly woke Susan.She helped me put my feet on the floor and sit up. She threw a robe over my shoulders and aimed me towards the bathroom door.I would do this solo.My stomach rumbled twice and the itching faded and the knives moved smoothly down the intestinal walls and I passed gas warm and silky in a long exhalation of relief.I felt life burst from me.My bowels moved with a ripple of memory and I enjoyed a movement of celebratory proportions filling the bowl three times.
The Cindy Shearin Group - This is how to sell real estate online; and Cindy Shearin does it so well.
First, on your homepage, you put up a warm welcome (in subdued but clear capital title letters). It will surely make a visitor feel like he or she is being led gently into a home and shown not just the property but also the person meeting them at the front door.
Yes, there is Cindy’s smiling and charming face (unfortunately you cannot zoom into that beautiful face; but clicking on it will take you to another page where you can get to know Cindy Shearin) that does not obstruct from the page but merely gives enough impression that the website has a human feel and touch. We are meeting and talking to a real person. The title of the website itself, Cindy Shearin and nothing more, makes that obvious.
This is one unique though risky approach for any real estate professional – using just a name and not highlighting the line of business or the industry sector concerned. To add another intriguing aspect of the website, consider at the motto underneath the title: Experienced. Dedicated, Passionate, Creative, Thorough. All these words seem to totally sidestep the real estate industry. It could just as well refer to an artist’s blog. Or even that of a shoemaker or a private investigator! Only when you browse further or scroll down do you realize you are dealing with real estate brokers. Nice way to break the ice and warm it up for people to swim in.
Why Cindy has chosen this path of indirection is truly amazing. Most people who advertise usually go right into the fray and hit the ground running. But here is someone who has the courage to be true to her and to others by focusing on the human values that make our world worth living in. Real estate just happens to be the venue or the environment where we carry out all the important and essential functions of life, such as interacting, sharing, creating, working and experiencing -- and living life the way we should. And Cindy has got it on target with one great concept for a real estate website. She wants us to live and enjoy things, not just acquire or possess them.
É domingo, domingo-síntese, chuvoso, nublado, esquecível em todas as dimensões, na tv tem o futebol, e eu estou meio acordado, mantido em um estado esquisito de euforia semi-sonolenta pelas inúmeras xícaras de café mandadas goela abaixo pra amenizar esse vazio no estômago. Meu quarto tem cheiro de livros, livros que não li, e que hoje, não são nada além de decoração. Nos domingos as palavras já não dizem, elas enchem.
O jornal de meu pai está cheio delas, palavras, elas assombram, em tinta negra, a palavra do jornal está sempre de luto, quebrado pelas cores vibrantes dos anúncios de eletrodomésticos. A capa diz que o país vai mal, que a corrupção é total. O que ela não diz? Que hoje é domingo, e domingos são todos iguais, navegando no não-dizer. Domingos não tem "Eu te amo", não tem "Casa Comigo?", não têm nada de importante. É dia santo, de silêncio, esquecimento e tons de cinza que não são como os do livro. Ontem foi sábado, havia paixão, fome, força, sol. Domingo é só refrão, a semana toda esperando que ele apareça, e no seu aparecer, decepção.
Abro a janela e o dia cinza entra no quarto, são cinco horas e o verão encaminha sua saída triunfal, a minha casa é um lar de verões e meus dedos jamais serão rápidos o suficiente para escrever a inescapável beleza do instante.
Well I have been thinking about trying having a blog to share opinions about recently tried recipes like the one today (Pan Fried Catfish with lemon and garlic) or the fact that I found wild strawberries in the backyard.... Pretty amazing! Or how much I'm craving a Rompope tres leches cake but my hubby is on a diet and it would be cruel to make it an him not being able to eat it... Or how disappointed I was when after traveling to TX and thinking "I'll finally will be able to have that red velvet cupcake that I've been craving for so long and was not able to find anywhere in NY one that came close in taste and moisture to the one I found in Tx just to realize they don't have it anymore :-(.... Or how much I love Texan BBQ and how hard it is to find where I've lived with hubby... Talk about culture shock!!!
Well this is just my introduction post.... I will be trying to posts at least once a week... thank you for reading me.... And good night to all!
When I first started blogging there appeared to be nobody on here. But now I have met some lovely people and we are sharing our thoughts, ideas and youtube videos. Blogging has become really fun for me now and I am enjoying it a lot. So thank you all for supporting me through this journey of life and helping me to find clarity in my thoughts, visions and dreams. :)
http://youtu.be/y6Sxv-sUYtM DON'T WORRY BE HAPPY!
Summary: The optimal asset allocation for an individual relies on many factors, but a 50-50 ratio of stocks to bonds works just fine.
Asset Allocation: What to buy, and how much of it.
Let's start off slow. The broadest level of asset allocation is how much stocks vs how much bonds you should have.
Your risk tolerance will be the main deciding factor for ratio of stocks to bonds optimal for you. Technically, you decide what your risk tolerance is, but here are some factors that generally decrease your capacity for risk:
Somewhere, outside the Universe
"Mothers, you promised you would take me out. You're always reminding me how dangerous some of the recent cross-currents are and how it would be better if I waited for some adult supervision."
"We did, and we're sorry but we can't get away from work right now. Ask your fathers, maybe one of them can manipulate the time." They discorporated and vanished into a nearby temporal slipstream. It was always that way with them. No point in looking around for my fathers, they were equally involved in some research or crisis that would require their full attention.
My parents were always too busy. Half the time, I'm left raising myself. I don't even know why they bothered to conceive of me in the first place.
Yesterday I went to CeBIT, which is Europe's main IT-Fair. I didn't go alone but with my friends Tsia and Arno; Arno's brother was also there. So we went checking the booths out, a lot of them are more oriented towards IT professionals than people like me (I have to say that Tsia and Arno are IT professionals though). So obviously the first hall we were in was aimed at governments, companies that need security equipment and banks, they had stuff like money counting machines, e-Passport control gates and stuff like that.
Then we came near a booth, which had quite a lot of people in front of it. The first thing I noticed that they demoed a system that scans peoples fingerprints. Many people unreluctantly put their hands on the machine to have their fingerprints scanned, something, which I would have never done with my true fingerprints (if your interested in how to fake fingerprints tell me, maybe that’s some material for a future post). Who knows what the company does with the data - if it somehow would be leaked everyone could go out and commit crimes leaving your fingerprints. So I already thought that was quite scary.
But then I noticed the other thing they had on display: A "visitor management system" as they called it or an "automatic face recognition for CCTV system" as I would have called it, that also can tell you the age, gender and happiness of the people in the picture. They had a camera filming everyone in front of the booth and a big screen displaying the picture overlaid with the analysis of their software. I heard of such systems before and that they might be used to analyze material the police films at demonstrations afterwards. Really scary stuff, as it could be used to very easily identify everyone taking part in a demonstration and also to find out at which other demonstrations or other CCTV-covered places they were filmed. 1984 at it's best.
But notice that I said it could be used. The thing is really it can't be used for anything like that, because well let's say it's in reality very buggy software. It shows you how happy the person is, it's age with a big tolerance, gender, unique id and how long the person has been in the picture. I noticed that my gender jumped from male to female and back all the time and it was the same with the age. The only thing it got right most of the time is my happiness, e.g. it noticed the difference between a smiling and a sad face, but that’s really nothing new, because this technology is already used in customer products like compact digital cameras that shoot a picture when the people in the frame smile. But the best thing was that I could get a new id assigned to my face by shaking my head and hair around a bit. Not that scary, after all.
Sometimes Im settled in a dark room. Theres no light source to be found in the room. My eyes become adapted to the darkness, that once a light is turned out, it burns my eyes. I have to look away because the light physically hurts me.
Youre like a light. I become so immune to a world without you that I begin to forget what you look like or what your voice sounds like. And once im settled and happy in this darkness, you show up. And it hurts. It's hard to hide from the world when you show up; your presence burns. And instead of my eyes suffering the pain, its my stomach suffering the pain of the weight my heart carries as it drops with gravity, at what it feels like, its strongest. I liked the darkness. Turn off the fucking lights.