I’m not just saying this because my friend works here, this place is great, a well conceived cafe and roastery in a prime position to sell it’s wares. It’s only been open for a couple of weeks but I expect great things.

Jason roasts all the coffee on site (if you’re lucky, he’ll make it for you too)  and though I don’t claim to be an expert on the subject, in my humble opinion it’s excellent. Maybe it has something to do with the way he hugs his roaster when he leaves, I don’t know. My only complaint is that the cafe’s location (Prahran market) makes it impossible for me to nip over for a lunch time or breakfast cup and never mind trying to convince my ‘north of the river’ friends to trek over to the ‘wrong side’ for a weekend brunch. One small consolation is that my mother works nearby so I am able to send her over regularly to replenish my supply of beans.

Try the macaroons. They’re magical.

Rating: OMFG, get over there right now and do yourself a favour.

On Cup Day I met S and E here to watch the race. We got a table with a good view and ordered a couple of pizzas and some haloumi to go with our champers. E was the only one of us who won anything, and I think she only got a few dollars back but we had a nice time chatting and chewing.

The pizza was OK, not quite the standard I have become used to, but satisfyingly cheesy none the less. The pub itself had quite a nice atmosphere, though the toilets need renovating.

Rating: OK.

Bei MacUpdate gibt es zwei Tage lang ein Spiele-Bundle von Rake in Grass und 300AD. Für 29,99$ erhält man 11 Spiele im Wert von 144,45$. Die Spiele sind teilweise auch recht nett, aber nicht wirklich sehr neu und man bekommt ähnliches oft als Freeware. Zwei Spiele sind sogar gleich in zwei Varianten dabei. Aber einfach mal rein schauen, ob etwas dabei ist.

• Crystal Cave Classic – Im Stil von Boulder Dash/Sokoban
• Jets´n´Guns – Horizontal Shooter wie RType
• Archibald´s Adventures – Jump and Run
• Larva Mortus – Shooter aus der Vogelperspektive
• Be A King – Im Stil der Siedler
• KingMania – Unkomplizierte rasante Aufbaustrategie
• ArchMage – Wings of Death lässt grüßen – Vertikal Shooter
• Phantasia – Geschicklichkeit wie Bust-a-Move
• Phantasia 2 – Geschicklichkeit wie Bust-a-Move
• Styrateg – rundenbasierte Fantasy Strategie
• Crystal Cave Gold – Im Stil von Boulder Dash/Sokoban

http://www.mupromo.com/deal/1017/5801

Ähnliche Freeware in der Richtung wären z.B.

• Battle for Wesnoth – rundenbasierte Fantasy Strategie
• Widelands – Siedler OpenSource Variante
• Rocks´n´Diamonds – Boulder Dash kostenlos
• Frozen Bubble – OpenSource Bust-a-Move

Viel Spaß beim Zocken!

CPCC Dionicio Canahua

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Este es un clásico que se publicó antes del proyecto e implementación del PCGE. Por ello el uso del Plan Contable General Revisado
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En definitiva nuestro plan contable general revisado tiene como una de sus características más importantes la flexibilidad. Es decir, el hecho de asignar un grupo de cuentas a una clase no significa que todas reúnan las mismas condiciones.

Así por ejemplo tenemos el caso de la cuenta 74 Descuentos, Rebajas y Bonificaciones Concedidas que si bien esta dentro de la clase 7 Ingresos, no reúne los requisitos para ser considerado como tal.

Situación similar sucede con la cuenta 72 Producción Inmovilizada que es usada cuando se trata de operaciones vinculadas a la construcción de un activo fijo por la propia organización.

Entonces nos preguntamos si esta situación también se repite en la cuenta 78 y 79. Cabe precisar que en Contabilidad tenemos las CUENTAS POR EL CONTRA, cuyo papel es servir para efectos de cumplir con la regla de la partida doble “para una cuenta acreedora existe una deudora y viceversa”, el caso más explicito de aplicación de esta situación lo constituyen los asientos realizados con cuentas de orden (clase 0), si ustedes observan estas cuentas tienen el concepto “por contra”, como observamos a continuación:

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01 Créditos Documentarios
02 Responsabilidad por Créditos Documentarios (Cuenta por el contra)

Obviamente en el asiento anterior no podemos afirmar que la responsabilidad “va al haber” por partida doble, sino simplemente se considera una cuenta para contrapesar el asiento contable.

La cuenta 78 y 79 son un tipo especial de cuentas “por contra” porque su razón de ser no es cumplir la partida doble, sino evitar el efecto del registro de un doble gasto al momento de sistematizar la información de los libros contables en la hoja de trabajo.

En el caso de los gastos que tienen “destino” encontramos un doble registro por la clase 6 (como cargas por naturaleza) y la clase 9 (Centros de Costos o Contabilidad Analítica) aun cuando realmente se trate de un solo gasto desde la perspectiva de las personas u organizaciones que intervienen en la operación.

El papel de la cuenta 79 es servir de contrapeso frente a la clase 9 y evitar el registro de un doble gasto, quedando solo las cuentas de la clase 6. Tal como observamos a continuación:

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63 (Cargas por Naturaleza) – Gasto 1
94 (Centro de Costo) – Gasto 2
A 42 Proveedores
A 79 Cargas Imputables a Cuentas de Costos – Anula el efecto del gasto de la clase 9

En el caso de la cuenta 78 Cargas Cubiertas por Provisiones, la idea es anular los efectos del registro de un gasto que fue provisionado previamente con la cuenta 48. Tal como observamos en el siguiente registro:

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63 (Cargas por Naturaleza) – Gasto
48 Provisiones Diversas
A 42 Proveedores
A 78 Cargas cubiertas por provisiones – Anula el efecto del gasto de la clase 6

A manera de conclusión podemos señalar que la cuenta 78 y 79 cumplen un papel fundamental dentro del proceso de preparación y presentación de información en el Estado de ganancias y Pérdidas para evitar el efecto de un doble gasto.

Sau greva la metrou…

Ca sa ajung in timp util la liceu, cu metroul, trebuie sa ma trezesc in jur de ora 6. Astazi, cand metroul nu era o optiune, s-a nimerit sa nu ma dau jos din pat pana la 7 fara un sfert.  M-am spalat, mi-am pus lentilele, m-am imbracat in timp record si am plecat de acasa pe la 7. Ziua nu incepuse promitator, dar era nimic fata de ceea ce avea sa urmeze.

Ajuns in capatul strazii, vad autobuzul 102, supranumit, pe merit, masina timpului. Eram cam la 30 de metri de statie asa ca a fost nevoie sa alerg. Din motive care imi scapa, soferul s-a decis sa inchida usa din fata mai devreme decat celelalte doua, asa ca am prins autobuzul mai intai cu o mana si jumatate de cap. Din fericire, usa s-a deschis si am reusit sa patrund in intregime, in misticul mijloc de transport.

Dupa chinuri groaznice prin taramul faradelegii, adica Salajan, am ajuns la statia unde trebuia sa astept troleibuzul 79. Si am asteptat, nene… In fine, dupa vreo 15 minute, cand in statie erau mai multi oameni decat pe Ghencea la meciurile nationalei, soseste neaos si un 79. Bineinteles ca era o vechitura verde si nu unul dintre cele noi, albe.

A fost aglomerat de la inceput, insa atunci cand am ajuns la Baba Novac, neplacerile au luat proportii. Pozitia mea e destul de complicat de explicat : eram lipit de o bara, fiind nevoit sa ma tin de ea, cu mainile la nivelul gatului, cu genunchiul stang, tactic plasat pentru echilibru, intre doua scaune.

Vehiculul isi depasise cred capacitatea de vreo 2 ori, astfel incat toata lumea devenise extrem de intima cu mine. In dreapta mea, era o stimabila doamna la varsta a treia / baba care s-a gandit ca ar fi dragut sa se tina de bara, ducandu-si mana undeva la 10 centimetri de fata mea, emanand un miros fresh si reconfortant de chiftele si naftalina si care nu a incetat sa tuseasca timp de 30 de minute. In fata mea, pe scaun, se afla o domnisoara draguta, pe care, fara voia mea, am pedepsit-o pe tot parcursul drumului. Atunci cand cineva cobora sau urca eram impins de asa natura ca penisul meu (supranumit dragonul ) ajungea extrem de aproape de capul ei. De altfel, in incercarea disperata de a deschide un geam, i-am aplicat un cot in cap cu destul de multa convingere. Pe parcursul calatoriei, s-a creat un fel de legatura intre noi si asa am ajuns eu, de la “ma scuzati, va rog” la “iarta-ma”. Ultimul personaj, dar cu siguranta nu cel din urma, este ea, magnifica tanara care m-a calarit nu o statie, nu doua, ci timp de 70 de minute. Si nu faptul ca s-a sprijinit pe mine tot drumul e problema, nu. Undeva pe la inceputul calatoriei, s-a hotarat sa asculte muzica si din pacate pentru mine nu a scos niste casti discrete in-ear / dopuri, ci niste chestii mari si odioase ce au indeplinit rolul de instrumente de tortura pentru mine. In esenta nu ma deranja ca asculta muzica, doar ca ea, nu avea preferinte ca un om obisnuit,nu. A inceput cu o melodie rock, ceva cu “Dieee (engl. mori)”, asa ca m-am resemnat rapid, crezand ca asta va fi tot, dar nu a fost sa fie. A 2a piesa a fost 50 Cent – In da club si a 3a, ceva cu Tupac si 4a, Elvis.Pana la Foisorul de Foc (unde un tramvai se defectase, blocand intersectia), ascultasem cam tot ceea ce exista in materie de muzica pe Terra : Green Day, raggae, Eminem, Paul van Dyk, iar rock si multi, multi altii. De la stres, caldura si mixtapeul pe care nu as fi vrut sa-l aud in viata mea, simteam cum celulele mele nervoase se sting una cate una.

Altceva nou pentru mine, a fost sa vad toti coclaurii de pe traseul lui 79. De regula, masinile circula pe marile artere sau bulevarde, dar cred ca asta e ceva mai special. Eram mereu pe strazi inguste si arate de gropi, avand tot timpul senzatia ca soferul merge acasa si ca statiile sunt la oameni in curte.

Ajuns in sfarsit la liceu, la a 2a ora de curs, dupa un drum de 40 de minute care a durat 2 ore, aflu ca nu s-a tinut prima ora si ca pana la sfarsitul zilei nu aveau sa fie profesori decat la 3 din 6 cursuri, din motive care,sincer, nu ma intereseaza catusi de putin.

Debusolat fizic si psihic, dupa o zi in care cea mai inteligenta activitate a mea a fost sa urmaresc un joc de Lapte Gros, astept cuminte troleul fermecat. Vine destul de repede, dar din pacate, aproape la fel de aglomerat ca cel de dimineata. Aflat inauntru, mare mi-a fost surprinderea sa vad ca troleibuzul este cel cu care am venit si credeti-ma ca nu ma insel. Am avut destul timp sa studiez toate abtibildurile si posterele din el.

Pleaca in tromba, ca orice sofer care se respecta si eu ma agat din reflex, ca sa nu cad, de tetiera unui scaun. Din pacate, cauciucul nu mai exista si nu era decat un burete negru si lipicios, atat de convingator, incat nici apa calda si sapunul nu mi-au scos jegul de pe mana.

Apoi la o statie de parcul IOR, zona unde ma simt, relativ, ca acasa, cand credeam ca nimic nu se mai poate intampla, izbucneste un scandal la jumatate de metru de mine. Cand cineva a cerut cateva indicatii, doua babe au inceput sa se certe, pentru a stabili care e drumul cel mai scurt. Au ajuns de la “nu e bine asa doamna”, la “ce te bagi in seama?”, la “taci, fa!”, totul incheindu-se apoteotic cu sotul uneia dintre ele, introducandu-si degetul mijlociu in gura, ca un clovn schizofrenic, pentru a-i ura de bine celeilalte.

Cobor si iau 102ul, dar e foarte aglomerat, asa ca ma dau jos la Salajan si merg ultima statie pana acasa, pe jos.

In primul rand, multumesc RATB pentru clipele de vis oferite. In al doilea rand, vreau sa multumesc “liderilor” nostri, ai caror morti, i-am pomenit de fiecare data cand le vedeam din troleibuz fetele pe afisele electorale, gandindu-ma la cum e sa stai pe bancheta din spate a unui Mercedes S-Klasse, dotat bineinteles cu girofar. Imi multumesc mie ca nu am pornit genocid si ca am avut rabdare se spun intreaga poveste si nu in ultimul rand, ii multumesc celei care mi-a demonstrat ca nu am pic de cultura muzicala .

In alta ordine de idei, va implor, spuneti-mi ca maine, circula metroul!

I’ve been saddened to read online that theatre, film and television actor Edward Woodward has died in hospital today at the age of 79. Mr Woodward was known for playing roles such as TV’s Callan & The Equalizer and also film roles Sgt Neil Howie in the Wicker Man and Tom Weaver in Hot Fuzz among many others. He had been suffering from various illnesses including pneumonia. Various people who worked with him have been paying tribute including Barbara Windsor and Simon Pegg. He is survived by his second wife actress Michelle Dotrice and four children. Thanks for reading.

Hey, now this is funny. And admirable, especially coming from a 79 year sweet old lady who has been diagnosed with cancer. Here’s to living life to the fullest!

Y’all. This week I got an iPhone. It is awesome. So awesome in fact, that I am blogging on a wordpress app as we speak. Forgive me if my punctuation is off kilter.

The best thing about the iPhone so far? Losing all my contacts when I synced it to my iTunes.

Oh wait, that was the lamest part.

The Board of V8 Supercars Australia is set to decide whether drivers should remain in their respective cars for the 2010 enduros.

It will Even up the playing field for teams without two gun drivers and also raise the stakes of accomplished V8 Supercar steerers lacking a full-time gig.

Such a move would be detrimental to teams like of the Toll Holden Racing Team, which won last weekend’s Supercheap Auto Bathurst 1000 with their stars Garth Tander and Will Davison paired together.

Those in favour of the concept also believe that it would give more cars the opportunity of winning Bathurst.

Tony Cochrane, V8SA Executive Chairman, confirmed the Board would discuss the item at a meeting, which is scheduled over two days next week.

“Personally I favour it but I don’t know what the Board’s feeling is yet,” he said.

“(And) I truly have not seen the feedback yet from the teams.

“That is on the agenda for the October 21st board meeting.

“It’s a two-day board meeting because it’s also our budget board meeting on the Wednesday/Thursday before the Gold Coast event.”

Warren Luff and Jonathon Webb drove for Jim Beam Racing in the enduros, experiencing a disappointing Bathurst, but they surprised many with a top six finish at the L&H 500 at Phillip Island.

Luff said he would rather an endurance drive with a strong team than a full-time drive with a weaker one, which is sure to be music to the ears of the leading teams if the proposed rule change goes ahead.

“I’ve found a really good home here; even though it’s only an enduro drive I’m sure there’s plenty of other guys that would love to have this drive,” he said.

“Who knows what the future holds, but it’s good to have a competitive car and be with a competitive team.

“There’s definitely a core group of us that are probably the better of the enduro drivers and given the right opportunity I’m sure we could all hold our heads high if given a full-time drive again.

“But it’s getting a drive, and getting a drive with a good team, that enables you to show what you can really do and that’s probably been the big thing for me this year with these guys and their new cars and stuff; I’ve been able to show that I’ve got some good speed.”

David Besnard and Greg Ritter proved their mettle at Bathurst paired in the second Garry Rogers Motorsport Commodore.

On a similar strategy to Sprint Gas Racing’s Greg Murphy and Mark Skaife, the part-timers would have been in contention for a podium – if not the win – but an ill-timed safety car stopped them in their tracks and they had to settle for a top 10 finish.

Besnard was far from surprised that he and Ritter did well at both of this year’s enduros.

“It’s definitely harder when you’re not in it all the time but I think if you ask any decent race car driver they’ll be confident in their ability and that’s why we do it.

“I get asked the same question every year especially at Bathurst. I’ve been on the podium twice and each time people say ‘oh are you amazed to have the pace to be on the podium?’ and you’re like ‘no, I’m not’,” he laughed.

“I’ve had good cars the last couple of years and I have been able to show what I can do.”

This comes from one of my periods of idleness, commuting to work on the 63rd street bus. It is strange how when you fill your head with things, little pieces of media, they have a way of coming out again, sometimes months or years later, transformed. I do not know what it is that happens in the space between my ears that tears wholes to pieces, rearranging them according to the way I see the world, but I enjoy watching the process happen. It entertains me, and I hope it entertains other people too.

I know I am a couple years behind on Mad Men, but I will be polite about this anyway. Consider this your spoiler alert.

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Francine was opening up to her friend Betty about the devastating realization of her husband’s infidelity, revealing her private disaster in pieces, just as it had been revealed to her, until truth dawned, shattering her darkness, plunging her into a state of helpless despair. But Betty didn’t understand. Asked a rhetorical question about why a married man would make regular calls to a woman in Manhattan who answers her own phone, Betty misses the point, making a tepid gesture of reassurance:

“Maybe he’s throwing you a surprise party.”

Betty had been criticized earlier in the season both by her analyst and her husband for having a childlike disposition, and even if the viewer was meant to understand the thought as insensitive and insulting, here they see it expressed as truth, along with its implications. Betty is optimistic about the world, even as she sees its startling cruelty in the lives of her friends and acquaintances. Faced with these facts, however, she does not react with sympathy, but adopts a patronizing air that exposes her naivety and distances her from people who had respected her. She can be a little stuck up, sometimes.

In relationships, every opportunity for trust is an opportunity for evil to enter and poison everything. Betty had trusted her husband, and had thought of their marriage as something she could rely on. But Francine shatters her Eden, awakening her to the unpleasant knowledge of good and evil. Given the emotional volatility of her character, it seems equally likely that the news would embolden her as it does that it would crush her, but we do not watch her react to betrayal with a tearful breakdown. It is a genuine triumph to see, as the episode unfolds, that she awakens unto strength and not unto weakness. She might feel weak and lonely, but she doesn’t show it.

Even in her strength, she could have committed strategic suicide by surrendering to waves of passionate anger and lashing out at Don. Instead, she keeps her cool, and gives him the space to justify himself. She does that sneaky passive-aggressive thing women do, where they frame an accusation as a story and draw conclusions about inner character based on the response. In this case, Betty merely rehashes the story Francine told her, pointedly inviting Don’s opinion of the situation. It is interrogation disguised as honesty.

“How could someone do that to the person that they love?” she demands of him, smoking a cigarette and coldly staring him in the eye. “Doesn’t this all mean anything?” He does not satisfy her with an honest response; the whole train of thought annoys him. “No one knows why people do what they do,” he says, letting the ensuing silence say everything he wouldn’t, before excusing himself from the conversation.

Don is supposed to fill the archetype of the deep, dark, inscrutable male, but this moment does not protect him by reinforcing his absolute ownership of his own motives. Instead, it exposes him, in his desolation and faithlessness. His wife reveals later not that she is furious, but that she feels sorry for him, because he does not understand what family is. This does not erase her pain or the damage he has done, but in spite of his distance from her, a distance that he has actively maintained throughout his career of blatant infidelity, her willingness to love has made her, through intentional weakness, stronger than him.

“Distance has no way of making love understandable.”

-Wilco

Don Draper proves the truth of this line in his manifold spiritual dissipation. In his case, “distance” is his withdrawal from the influence and sight of others, and “love” is the human connection that sustains people in their understanding of the things that surround them. Loneliness can only give birth to understanding as a midwife, through a surrender to the Unknown, a surrender through which the soul prepares itself to accept in essence the very things it once felt moved to renounce. Distance, pursued as an end, is dangerous to the soul; it is its doom.

Love, on the other hand, by that faith which reaches through the absurd, has its own way of making distance understandable. When events separate people from each other, either through an actual geographical separation or spiritually, through trauma, humans console each other by promising to say a prayer, by claiming to know what the other person is going through, or just “my thoughts are with you.” Or, in Ezra Pound’s 79th Canto, regarding the intersection of romantic longing and distance: “How is it far if you think of it?” It is as if there are people who actually believe that love can transcend distance, that thought can overcome and nullify evils that should not exist, that should not have ever existed in the first place.

I’ve been here before, but not since its recent renovations. I was amazed when we walked in that it was the same place, the bar and entrance had been moved, the entire dining area was unrecognisable and the atmosphere had changed completely. As had the menu.
As this was another dinner with Jason, of course it was all about pizza. I have been to so many pizza places in Melbourne in the last couple of months I think I need a break. Nevertheless, it was delicious, especially the intense Formaggio pizza, which wasn’t afraid to feature a robustly stinky cheese and almost made me hallucinate. In a good way.
I also enjoyed the décor, especially the full wall frieze of a ballroom scene that tricked my eyes into thinking it was an abstract painted grey wall for half the evening.

Rating: Noice.

Yet another pizza place, this one in Melbourne on the other side of the Sofitel.
I enjoyed it, but thinking back I’m not even sure what we ate, except that it was cheesy and nice. I suppose it was meant to be fancy. And I liked the way they made my gin with cucumber. Yum.

Rating: Good.

I was incredibly hungover all day, and so the ‘Gringo’ pizza, which is basically nachos on a pizza base (including the corn chips) sounded liked a good idea.
Fool!
Ugh, I still feel a little ill.

Rating: Yuck.

I have actually been to Bearbrass in Southbank before now, but I’ve never eaten there, so it still counts.
The food was delicious, I had calamari and a creamy gnocchi with mushrooms, but the service was slow and a little surly. The pizzas also looked nice, perhaps if I go back I’ll try one.
They serve Hendricks gin, which I needed as a constitutional after the footy crowd train ride I had just endured prior to the meal.

Rating: OK.

This place has pizza, mozzarella, wine and hot waiters. Plus a handy map of Italy on the back of the menu to gaze at and reminisce. Ticks all my boxes. We shared a margharita which was quite salty, but in a good way, and a porcini which was intense and delicious. It’s probably the second best pizza I’ve ever had, and the best I’ve had in Melbourne. Even the crust was delicious.
It was packed the entire time but wasn’t too loud or cramped. I would have liked to sit outside as it was a balmy evening, but even so it was a lovely meal.

Rating: Very Very Good.