Tying the Time
This Saturday is March 1. Can anyone explain how we got to the third month of the year so fast? I think it is these perceptions linked to the logic directly proportional as I get older time flies. And while there are people who have no problem with that and - rather - are those who ask the time speed, as if it had any connection with the resolution of their problems, I'm upside down, partly because the responsibilities also have grown exponentially and I feel I need a very little, to give such a setback abruptly adulthood leads to the more raw, less funny, bitter, serious and lethargic, where fun is a sign of immaturity and where to file a mean conversation long disquisitions about how well or badly is the work, how are the kids, how will the dividend payments and the like. To mourn aloud.
Maybe that's why, or for that inevitable feeling of running into places unknown, I cling to the days as if no tomorrow (how cliché), but every day you open your eyes I feel has been a week. I have no doubt that much of the blame lies with the bloody routine of modern life: Wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, lunch, work, go home, repeat x 5 ... why weekends are so exploited.
spend minutes I keep remembering the times of childhood when one day, a miserable day it was eternity. And what about a summer one actually came to school with the feeling of reuniting with people they did not see a long, long time. But now, what are two months? Apparently nothing, went in the blink of an eye. Would not it be amazing to go back for a day, waking up early and play for life, go with the legs covered in bruises, tired, dirty, but knowing candidly that he lived an epic adventure of childhood?
Monday, February 25, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Cat Declawing Price Ontario
Nietzsche, pessimism and creativity
lay the groundwork. What is the pessimism? The mere delivery of the word makes us sing the martial music of a feeling that, par excellence, sing psychologists, these voracious readers minds of others. And of course, immediately think of the psychological characteristics that "pessimism" as such has in us. It is a sort of apathy, a negative consideration to the future and the future, is a self-enclosed in a housing and smelly gas that not only drowning, but we amaze the eyes and senses, losing the notion that "out there "is real, it is not necessarily an" optimistic ", but something real. Needless to say, therefore, that the action is inherently pessimistic empty thing, a being inconsequential that it is in personal-negative considerations that every man has his pessimistic.
However, the pessimistic - of course - that's reality in essence is that accruing to live. His reality, as stated, is a capsule, a transparent cube that deceives us, since, even when intended to consider transparency as an element that separates us from reality ... We can also see the vertices of the cube! However, pessimism is deluding himself by a curious self-effacement that is only the "form" of a benign but, paradoxically, terrible transparency. Not so terrible pessimism requires us to do, rather, because we muzzled against what is properly ours: free action and true in the real reality.
Thus, pessimism becomes the element "referee", ie that face which is part reality, they "hatch", chokes, but it is - so to say - clear and transparent. Somehow, then, is similarly pessimistic with Apollo, the god that "illuminates" that "figure" and "form", but does so from a perspective apparential not true. And did the Greeks did not perceive this trap tragi-comedy of their lives? Did not vangloriaban with the rightness of their institutions and the altitude of its citizens? Sure! but they were in a state of numbed them and made them worship the greatness of themselves. Apollo also is the opium Apollo is "the men and" figure "those palaces. But opium fades and lethargy also goes to the vitality, now, before the precipice dream of reality, appears Silenus with his bullhorn shouting, Greeks, wake up! As
needed rest after exercise, the state also needs to be suitable for exercising. It may sound funny, but the "fitness", ie those with enthusiastic joy and an almost pathological energy is to awaken individuals captivated by the sight figurative one that brings the odes to the joy and fanfare of an orchestra a thousand musicians is Dionysus. What terror those Greeks must have felt in that state of stupidity arithmetic were remitted by a burning rage and animal horns! ... but what further relief, what intense energy, which brought us tasty sweetener Dionysus. Indeed, it wakes us up, and he realize that we are destined to something greater and higher. We are not to be put in shape, now we are able to create, from our own inner life, the Dionysian-intoxicating anthem of true beauty. Just like that. Without foreshadowing or arbitrary boundaries do it! - Exclaims Dionysus - and as with Apollo was light, with Dionysus was the music. What
does this mean? that creativity is a different state, bottom, and what is needed is qe a remise "Silenus" get us out of the forms and figures, rationality and the law, because only when we are really free.
lay the groundwork. What is the pessimism? The mere delivery of the word makes us sing the martial music of a feeling that, par excellence, sing psychologists, these voracious readers minds of others. And of course, immediately think of the psychological characteristics that "pessimism" as such has in us. It is a sort of apathy, a negative consideration to the future and the future, is a self-enclosed in a housing and smelly gas that not only drowning, but we amaze the eyes and senses, losing the notion that "out there "is real, it is not necessarily an" optimistic ", but something real. Needless to say, therefore, that the action is inherently pessimistic empty thing, a being inconsequential that it is in personal-negative considerations that every man has his pessimistic.
However, the pessimistic - of course - that's reality in essence is that accruing to live. His reality, as stated, is a capsule, a transparent cube that deceives us, since, even when intended to consider transparency as an element that separates us from reality ... We can also see the vertices of the cube! However, pessimism is deluding himself by a curious self-effacement that is only the "form" of a benign but, paradoxically, terrible transparency. Not so terrible pessimism requires us to do, rather, because we muzzled against what is properly ours: free action and true in the real reality.
Thus, pessimism becomes the element "referee", ie that face which is part reality, they "hatch", chokes, but it is - so to say - clear and transparent. Somehow, then, is similarly pessimistic with Apollo, the god that "illuminates" that "figure" and "form", but does so from a perspective apparential not true. And did the Greeks did not perceive this trap tragi-comedy of their lives? Did not vangloriaban with the rightness of their institutions and the altitude of its citizens? Sure! but they were in a state of numbed them and made them worship the greatness of themselves. Apollo also is the opium Apollo is "the men and" figure "those palaces. But opium fades and lethargy also goes to the vitality, now, before the precipice dream of reality, appears Silenus with his bullhorn shouting, Greeks, wake up! As
needed rest after exercise, the state also needs to be suitable for exercising. It may sound funny, but the "fitness", ie those with enthusiastic joy and an almost pathological energy is to awaken individuals captivated by the sight figurative one that brings the odes to the joy and fanfare of an orchestra a thousand musicians is Dionysus. What terror those Greeks must have felt in that state of stupidity arithmetic were remitted by a burning rage and animal horns! ... but what further relief, what intense energy, which brought us tasty sweetener Dionysus. Indeed, it wakes us up, and he realize that we are destined to something greater and higher. We are not to be put in shape, now we are able to create, from our own inner life, the Dionysian-intoxicating anthem of true beauty. Just like that. Without foreshadowing or arbitrary boundaries do it! - Exclaims Dionysus - and as with Apollo was light, with Dionysus was the music. What
does this mean? that creativity is a different state, bottom, and what is needed is qe a remise "Silenus" get us out of the forms and figures, rationality and the law, because only when we are really free.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Fast Level Up Pokemon Deluge
The Rule of 15
with a friend I was theorizing about beauty. We came to a conclusion quite superficial, shallow, naive, insolent and disagreeable to many. However, I think it has a handy utility that allows - by the way - some kind of understanding to explain the causes that lead men and women to form groups. '
The theory is totally and completely a moot point. Even more, on second thought, I now believe that our aesthetic theory has no basis, and more like a mockery of any kind of intellectual rigor. However I will tell it like, totally does not hurt. To begin, we assume that it is impossible to quantify, in a spectrum arbitrary number, the personal physical beauty ranges from the least beautiful (ugly) to the most beautiful (which leaves the mouth open). Granting this point, a question that I would not now but what the heck, if it concedes the point I say, we go a step further and explain why people look for certain types of couples from the physical point of view and not another.
Suppose the minimum value you can have our scale is 1. In other words, the number 1 represents the ugliest person there, the maximum horripilancia the ugliness at its best. I know what I will say that beauty (and ugliness accordingly) is a matter of taste is subjective and impossible to pigeonhole on numerical criteria a case of this nature. Ok. But let the game for a while. Also I said that I myself believe in this theory, but who cares. Ya. Now, on the other hand, suppose that the number 100 represents the absolute beauty. I do not know it, say, to see ... and, say Angelina Jolie is 100 just to say something. Finally, we note that physical beauty is comparable between genders. That is, there will be a man of highest and lowest score.
The conclusion therefore is that beauty in a range from 1 to 100 no one will be paired with someone who is at least 15 points away from his own score. So, if someone is 60 he will never be with someone 45 (it's too ugly for him), nor with someone 75 (and it is unattainable). Certainly can be any of the intermediate ranges. So I've always said that couples are alike. That is, not having physical resemblance, but are in a similar aesthetic level, and for the same reason we never see a stunning beauty with an ugly (and vice versa). Obviously this is assuming no interest rate baywatch woman who wants the old Texan for silver. On the other hand, this "theory" implies that the maximum ranges can only opt for someone with the same score or down (in the case of 100), or up (in the case of 1).
with a friend I was theorizing about beauty. We came to a conclusion quite superficial, shallow, naive, insolent and disagreeable to many. However, I think it has a handy utility that allows - by the way - some kind of understanding to explain the causes that lead men and women to form groups. '
The theory is totally and completely a moot point. Even more, on second thought, I now believe that our aesthetic theory has no basis, and more like a mockery of any kind of intellectual rigor. However I will tell it like, totally does not hurt. To begin, we assume that it is impossible to quantify, in a spectrum arbitrary number, the personal physical beauty ranges from the least beautiful (ugly) to the most beautiful (which leaves the mouth open). Granting this point, a question that I would not now but what the heck, if it concedes the point I say, we go a step further and explain why people look for certain types of couples from the physical point of view and not another.
Suppose the minimum value you can have our scale is 1. In other words, the number 1 represents the ugliest person there, the maximum horripilancia the ugliness at its best. I know what I will say that beauty (and ugliness accordingly) is a matter of taste is subjective and impossible to pigeonhole on numerical criteria a case of this nature. Ok. But let the game for a while. Also I said that I myself believe in this theory, but who cares. Ya. Now, on the other hand, suppose that the number 100 represents the absolute beauty. I do not know it, say, to see ... and, say Angelina Jolie is 100 just to say something. Finally, we note that physical beauty is comparable between genders. That is, there will be a man of highest and lowest score.
The conclusion therefore is that beauty in a range from 1 to 100 no one will be paired with someone who is at least 15 points away from his own score. So, if someone is 60 he will never be with someone 45 (it's too ugly for him), nor with someone 75 (and it is unattainable). Certainly can be any of the intermediate ranges. So I've always said that couples are alike. That is, not having physical resemblance, but are in a similar aesthetic level, and for the same reason we never see a stunning beauty with an ugly (and vice versa). Obviously this is assuming no interest rate baywatch woman who wants the old Texan for silver. On the other hand, this "theory" implies that the maximum ranges can only opt for someone with the same score or down (in the case of 100), or up (in the case of 1).
Monday, February 11, 2008
Mount An Blade Trainer
Kidney (the worst night of my life)
Dante flatly wrong. And me too. Actually I'm not sure if, at death, will open the earth or ascend to heaven, one that other sins of those good little ones I made in my life, but what I have very clear is that I know what awaits me if I came to catch the Lord of trident. The hardest thing is try to find words to describe it, so I will depart from the principle first. Type
9:00 pm start last week with a "nuisance" on the back. Gives even to the annoyance, but I mention it just in case. Without much regard I dedicated myself to watch television and read a bit before bedtime. Big surprise awaited me. About 12:00 the trouble had become uncomfortable, and this had happened sooner rather than later to be pain full. But everyone has had a pain, so not to worry. In fact I thought it was muscular or anything else. But no. Since the pain experienced apocalyptic mutation became another thing. And it was not pain, it was literally torture in China. And what was already unbearable bore, and somewhat minimized by groans of disbelief were exchanged for shouts of mad. No exaggeration: imagine that someone is trying to take out the kidney with a spoon and a few others while I nailed 3 knives at the same height, and they also throw acid, shred them and bodies were everywhere needles inserted . Multiply by 10 and have a vague idea of \u200b\u200btorturous experimentation. Unfortunately
single life also takes its toll me. Since I live only had no one to help me. It was absolutely impossible to drive so could not any urgency to go to a hospital in my car. In the hellish state that I could remember was still one of the tips for this type of pain relief: Fill a tub of boiling water and submerge. Said and done. The hot water for five minutes managed to relieve the pain but lueguito and we spent the same. The pain was completely and utterly intolerable. How will the issue at that time had two kinds of thoughts. The first referred to a desire to volunteer suicide and, in short, saying: "Kill me now!" While the second were all kinds of existential vascilaciones linked to non-existence of God and things like that, in addition to the entreaties sky by the end of cruelty.
It was 2:00 am and I was really thinking about jumping out the window. However, the reason was stronger and I joined a superhuman effort to telephone a friend who lived nearby so she could help me. With more than instinct that observation dial the number, assisting him. The only thing I managed to say is: "cal cal .... aaarrghhh ... ... calculating ... kidney ... help .... help .... uuoooohhh ... ayúdameeee!" Imagine the stunt. Luckily my friend immediately understood. In about 15 minutes at the door of my apartment, had gone to a drugstore to buy a pain reliever which was received with tears eyes. In no time I took the painkiller and we expect 20 minutes to see if it took effect, otherwise we would leave to a clinic. Miraculous potion which the pain began to subside and within half an hour we were back pain quite bearable. An hour later the pain went to another level and was a nuisance. Unable to sleep, and now the 4:00 am I set to take liquid, liquid, liquid.
About 8:00 am I went to the bathroom and threw away the stone. It was the size of a peppercorn ...
Dante flatly wrong. And me too. Actually I'm not sure if, at death, will open the earth or ascend to heaven, one that other sins of those good little ones I made in my life, but what I have very clear is that I know what awaits me if I came to catch the Lord of trident. The hardest thing is try to find words to describe it, so I will depart from the principle first. Type
9:00 pm start last week with a "nuisance" on the back. Gives even to the annoyance, but I mention it just in case. Without much regard I dedicated myself to watch television and read a bit before bedtime. Big surprise awaited me. About 12:00 the trouble had become uncomfortable, and this had happened sooner rather than later to be pain full. But everyone has had a pain, so not to worry. In fact I thought it was muscular or anything else. But no. Since the pain experienced apocalyptic mutation became another thing. And it was not pain, it was literally torture in China. And what was already unbearable bore, and somewhat minimized by groans of disbelief were exchanged for shouts of mad. No exaggeration: imagine that someone is trying to take out the kidney with a spoon and a few others while I nailed 3 knives at the same height, and they also throw acid, shred them and bodies were everywhere needles inserted . Multiply by 10 and have a vague idea of \u200b\u200btorturous experimentation. Unfortunately
single life also takes its toll me. Since I live only had no one to help me. It was absolutely impossible to drive so could not any urgency to go to a hospital in my car. In the hellish state that I could remember was still one of the tips for this type of pain relief: Fill a tub of boiling water and submerge. Said and done. The hot water for five minutes managed to relieve the pain but lueguito and we spent the same. The pain was completely and utterly intolerable. How will the issue at that time had two kinds of thoughts. The first referred to a desire to volunteer suicide and, in short, saying: "Kill me now!" While the second were all kinds of existential vascilaciones linked to non-existence of God and things like that, in addition to the entreaties sky by the end of cruelty.
It was 2:00 am and I was really thinking about jumping out the window. However, the reason was stronger and I joined a superhuman effort to telephone a friend who lived nearby so she could help me. With more than instinct that observation dial the number, assisting him. The only thing I managed to say is: "cal cal .... aaarrghhh ... ... calculating ... kidney ... help .... help .... uuoooohhh ... ayúdameeee!" Imagine the stunt. Luckily my friend immediately understood. In about 15 minutes at the door of my apartment, had gone to a drugstore to buy a pain reliever which was received with tears eyes. In no time I took the painkiller and we expect 20 minutes to see if it took effect, otherwise we would leave to a clinic. Miraculous potion which the pain began to subside and within half an hour we were back pain quite bearable. An hour later the pain went to another level and was a nuisance. Unable to sleep, and now the 4:00 am I set to take liquid, liquid, liquid.
About 8:00 am I went to the bathroom and threw away the stone. It was the size of a peppercorn ...
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