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En 1994, El ex convento de San Juan Bautista de Yecapixtla fue nombrado Patrimonio de la Humanidad por la UNESCO, bajo el nombre de "Monasterios del XVI en las faldas del Popocatépetl". Por lo tanto, al visitar Yecapixtla, vale la pena hacer la famosa ruta de los conventos, si duda, un eslabón en la historia de nuestra hermosa nación.
The golden lion tamarin, Leontopithecus rosalia, are vividly coloured New World monkeys. Lion tamarins take their name from their impressive manes - thick rings of hair reminiscent of Africa's great cats. They are small, orange-yellow monkeys, weighing 500 to 600 grams and are about 20-26 cm long with a 35 cm tail and long golden lion-like mane. It is covered in long silky golden fur but the face, hands and feet remain bare. They have sharp claws on their feet which are useful for gripping and climbing tree branches and also for grabbing their insect meals. They are one of the most endangered mammals in the world. It is nearly extinct primarily because of its magnificent mane. Poachers desire this monkey’s hide as they can sell for as much as twenty thousand dollars on the black market.
Distribution of Golden Lion Tamarin population
I am the girl sitting in the cafeteria of your high school, alone with a book rather than surrounded by adoring friends. I am the girl standing still in the bustling crowds of New York City, gazing at the star-reaching towers in awe while strangers shoulder her. I am the girl from your childhood who used to stare out the window, longing to be as rambunctious as the boys were allowed to be. I am the outcast from your middle school class, doomed to stay disconnected from a single social clique. I am the girl sauntering through school hallways with her head down so as to avoid the empty, inevitable eye contact of people whose secrets she used to know.
No one likes to be friends with that girl; and, if one does choose to try to be friends with her, they figure out her faults and past mistakes and leave as soon as possible. They get away before giving a second chance when really a second chance was all that she has ever longed for. Why do people drop someone as soon as they figure out that an individual is faulty? Is that not what everyone longs for: someone with whom to share their every fault in order to find familiarity? According to how the teenagers and college students of this generation, no. Teenagers and twenty-somethings today feel that someone has only so much room for error before they are rendered useless in a friendship.
I am not saying that every person of this age category suits this stereotype; rather, I strongly hope that there is a large number of people who are the opposite. I hope that there are people who give second chances and find pleasure in exposing their own faults in order to make bonds. I strongly believe that there are people in the world such as this, and I strongly hope that I meet these people one day.
Hopefully, there are other girls who prefer to stare out windows in awe instead of passing time by gossiping. I hope that each person who wanders the hallways of their high school alone soon finds someone who knows how that feels, knows what it is like to feel discomfort for years due to people's lack of second chances. I hope, if you are a girl like me, that you find someone who restores your faith in society's ability to be good; I hope that you live the rest of your days loving life, despite where you've been, because of a person who has given you more second chances than you can imagine. I hope that each person finds someone to fill the void left by people who look at you but refuse to see who you are and what all has made you who you are today.
Love the future's vast possibilities. Have hope in humanity. Walk so as to be an example to follow. "Be the change you wish to see in the world" (Mahatma Gandhi).
Android APKS are the android packages they use nowadays to install apps. This is like the .jar for Symbian, the .bb for blackberry , the .ipa for Ios , and even like the .tar.gz or . exe or .dmg. Now the only difference is that Symbian .jar and Android apks are like brothers... While the rest ... Not So Much.
Well Anyways ... This is Kinda a How-To for A DUMB Guy not calling u DUMB.......Just A Little
Anyways there are many ways to get a APK for free (Free Apps)....Heres my few favorite
Wound up going over to someone my mom knows from the local gem and mineral club with some rocks that she wanted slabbed. I guess since today was a rock day, tomorrow will be a wood day. I still haven't completely worked out how to set up the jig for the new sled, and in fact the new sled isn't even close to being completed. I think that despite my goal of not having to set up the jig multiple times for different sizes of stock wood, I won't have a choice.
The issue lies in the precision of the stock I have. Thanks Lowe's. I appreciate that the quality of the lumber I can buy has a thickness variance of 1/16" from one end to the other. Some places it is more, some places it is less, and very few places is it exactly 3/4" Apparently if I want that kind of precision I'll just have to buy larger stock and re-size it myself.
The sled I am referring to is a jig platform for a table saw, by using a machine designed for dealing with large pieces of wood, with a precision of 1/8" (the width of the blade), you put a small box on top of the table saw, and allow it to ride in the T-grooves in the table top. Then you add your jigs to the box, and it allows you a greater measure of precision than you could attain otherwise, it also allows you to make precision cuts on very small pieces of wood, using special clamps to keep all your fingers on your hand, instead of granting you instant qualification to be a shop teacher.
The puzzles I want to have made for the swap meet this Sunday are what is called a star burr puzzle. Six identical pieces, cut to a very precise depth in 4 places. And as an added difficulty multiplier, the saw blade will remain at a 90 degree angle to the table top. What would be really cool is if I could make them out of stone. Maybe some day I'll have a rock saw and try it.
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My opinion: There is no such thing as 'who you are'.
It actually annoys me when I hear people say, "blah blah blah blah! That's just not who I am". Bull crap. We are capable of ANYTHING. How could we ever argue that? I actually think there is a mathematical argument that would prove this (maybe I'll pull that out some other time...) but seriously: I challenge you to name ANY act that you wouldn't do. I challenge you to tell me 'who you are'.
For some reason, we seem to need to be identified, especially to ourselves. Now this may be a paternalistic issue, not as prevalent in maternalistic cultures. However, at least for the former, we have a drive to know 'who we are' or 'what we're about'. "I'm all about the blah blah, you know? I'm totally blah blah blah and would never blah blah. That's just not who I am" Bollux, I say.
You would literally do ANYTHING you are physically capable of doing, provided the impetus was correct. So would I, of course. We are only a sum of potentials, constantly making the best decisions we can in the circumstances we are in. Let's not delude ourselves that we are incapable of anything that we are actually capable of doing. Let's not pretend that we exist on some etherial plane, above and beyond a horrible act. You are not a mass murderer simply because you've not done it- not because you wouldn't kill. One is not a thief for the same reason that one is a thief. Stealing, or not. Just because you believe that you wouldn't steal doesn't mean that you won't, or haven't. Just ask a criminal thief is he/she is a thief. They will immediately understand your question to mean 'do you think of yourself as a thief'. And they will, most of the time, answer in the negative. They don't 'feel' like a thief. But ask them if they have ever stolen and you'll get the opposite answer. And because it can never be absolute, the belief can never depict identity. It can only depict what I heard once called a Residual Self Image, a rendering of identity that is borne by your brain for the purpose of being able to picture and/or live with yourself.
I've had the displeasure of knowing some bad people in my time. I suppose I could be one of them. I don't know. I don't believe that i am, but there you go. Ask any one of them: Do you think you're a bad person? 99 out of 100 will say 'no'. And of course they believe that. How could they not? How could we exist with any hope of future if we have come to the conclusion that we are inherently not good. I'm sure there are folks out there reveling in their evilness... but seriously, I've either not met them or they are very well disguised. I mean for real: pick a President that you hate. Can you honestly say that you think even they believe they're a bad person? Even though they totally screwed up the country?
We picked our son up from camp...based on what had happened I was very thankful I was alive to see him. We went home to Nashville and as always I made him a special dinner to celebrate his return home. We had pork tenderloin with a fresh peach salsa and his favorite ice cream. I felt like my throat was tight but blamed it on being a little paranoid. On Sunday morning I made bacon and eggs for breakfast and again felt lightheaded and very strange. Again just thought I was being overly sensitive.
Monday Kirk had to leave for a business trip and I promised to take it easy. I also had my sone there to help. By Monday afternoon I was still not feeling well and called my doctor. They suggested I come in to the office. Once there she gave me another steroid shot (with all the steroids I was hoping I was not going to start growing facial hair and have me voice start changing :) ). She was very concerned and set me up the next morning with the best allergist in Nashville. I went to his office on Tuesday and proceeded to go through the whole story of the things I had happen and also mentioned the tick bite I received in June. (This was now August 5th). He looked at me and said based on my reactions and the foods I had eaten he knew what I had..but he wanted to do blood tests to confirm. They drew a lot of blood and tested me for every known allergen under the sun.
I went home to await the results. On Wednesday I had my usual smoothie for breakfast and started again struggling with throat tightening and feeling faint. My son had been to a movie with a friend. When they dropped him off I told my friend I was not doing well and felt I needed to go to the ER at Vanderbilt. I was talking to my doctors office on the way and they said I needed once again to inject myself with an epipen. My friend pulled over to the side of the road and popped the epi in my leg with all her might (she was making sure it got in me..I could not walk for a weak). We laugh about it now but thankfully she was there and not afraid. We were 30 minutes from Vandy, it was rush hour and knew we would not make it before the epi wore off. We pulled into a church parking lot and called an ambulance. They gave me more Benadryl and steroids on the way. Once again I found myself in the ER, not really knowing what was happening to me.
My doctors decided to admit me to the hospital so they could control the environment I was in until they figured out what was wrong with me. They were going to let me go home on Thursday until I had a reaction to plain chicken and rice? Really? Chicken and rice! I was so upset and confused. So they gave me another round of chicken and rice for dinner...this time no reaction?? On Friday morning I got a call from my allergist...I was diagnosed with Alpha-gal.