Sunday, January 31, 2010

Crown Royal Vs Jack Daniel

STILL LIFE WITH CANDLE

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Optiplex 620 Sound Card

Our Dream
















On Jan. 15 last he reached 81 years.
If he were alive we would have celebrated with deep emotion and gratitude, and yet, even after 42 years after his death, we continue to celebrate in our hearts, our heads held high, proud and grateful to have known him and followed the example of Justice and Strength, difficult in the last century as a precursor of the long and arduous journey towards freedom and nonviolence.
Almost everyone, even those who have not shared his own historical era, we remember the words of the Reverend of Atalanta. We recall that particular tone of his voice and stillness look in the long sermons about reconciliation and coexistence among racial and cultural diversity; remember in his 35 years he was the youngest person to receive the Nobel Peace Prize in 1964, remember that unforgettable I have a dream that in 1999 was considered a of the finest speeches of the twentieth century. We hear those words that still lives within us stirs up the call of hope for an alternative and feasible in which Martin Luther King poured out his life.

Thinking about all that managed to achieve in his short life path, it occurs to me that one of his great merits was that of sows in the hearts of those listening gave him the seed of hope, able to give voice and action in front of world public opinion. So his words still move us and that is why we still believe in the desire to build rather than destroy, to terminate rather than ignore, to fight with the determination of the spirit rather than the hardness of weapons and violence. Even when nobody is listening.

In the communications era, where everything is fast flat-spotted in the media, it is difficult to find open spaces to give voice to this struggle today. Current events are the major news of war and disaster, the news are the reports of urban violence, the scoop of the economic crisis, the exclusive interviews Hollywood.
We see today in these days of fervor about the situation in Haiti, the island that was not there and that from day to day fills our homes with its images of pain and despair. Haiti "finally" in the television space sgom claiming an eye on her for so long denied. Now
rain and rivers of dollars of humanitarian aid to Haiti, although it must make sure that the 100 million earmarked by the U.S. government for emergency Haiti are a warm shade of 30 billion dollars allocated for sending 30,000 more troops in Afghanistan and also the financial support of Italy, for its part in this first phase amounts to approximately 5.7 million euro, yet if anything close to well-placed € 242 million allocated for the war in Afghanistan in 2010. I think this definitely was not the dream of Haiti.
Here the time was the dream of Haiti? It was probably a dream of social and economic justice, a dream of profound political transformation towards the correct redistribution of wealth. It was a dream like that of many other peoples who remain silent out of our newsletters, it was a dream much like that of Martin Luther King.

In the 1967 speech "Beyond Vietnam," King, denouncing the U.S. occupation of the territory of Vietnam, said that "True compassion is not so much nell'elemosina to a beggar, as a change in the companies avoid creating beggars. "
This is also our dream.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Shower Manifold Schematics

WISHING WELL

Monday, January 11, 2010

Feels Like A Bruise On Side Of Head

Finnally from the clinic Love the broken heart That Do not!


Finally the clinic Love the heart that does not break!

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Direct Tv, Clearing History

Mirror




Cyrano de Bergerac, the end.

ROSSANA: I love you, you live.

Cyrano: Too late. I'm going to climb up there, gleaming in the moon. The souls that I love, similar to my whims, find myself in exile, between Socrates and Galileo. Philosopher, naturalist, master-at-arms and rhymes, musician, traveler climbs, but had no claque actor, a lover even without conquest, here lies Hercules Savignano Cirano de Bergerac, which was everything, and it was in vain ... But I'm, sorry, I can not wait. Given the moonbeam I came to take? I do not want your support, nothing more than plants. She is. Already I feel like chilling marble, gloved with lead. Ah, because she is on the way, I will meet my fate with his scythe. What do you say? You do not need? I know, nice discovery. Why fight if victory is certain? And 'better when it is useless, between bursts of sparks. Who are all those? Ah, but you are ten thousand. Ah, yes, I admit, my enemies in the forum. Lies, cowardice, duplicity, Compromise ... I know that ultimately you give me the fool. What does it matter I'm fighting, I'm fighting, I'm fighting! Ah! You ripped me all the laurel and the rose. Help yourself. In spite of you, I still have another thing that is mine. And when you go into this evening of God, I greet the blue sweep the glitz and offer it with pride ever macchiai or staining, the purity of the untamed ...

ROSSANA: Of ...?

Cyrano: ... my plume.


photos © Aleyakke

Saturday, January 2, 2010

What Are The Names Of Them Skateboard The Swivels

Spend the holidays ... finished the "white" Dreams and omens