Več v nadaljevanju…

V Bachusu je potekal prvi del tekmovanja za naj go-go plesalko in plesalca. Predtekmovanja bodo potekala tri petke zapored, 16.1, 23.1, ter 30.1.. Veliki finale bo v petek 6.2., kjer bodo izbrali končnega zmagovalca. Žirijo pri izboru finalistov sestavljajo DJ, publika ter vodja kluba. Vsak tekmovalec/tekmovalka prejme 2 bona za brezplačno pijačko, vsak finalist pa VIP card ter bone za pijačko. Seveda pa vse finaliste čakajo tudi denarne nagrade v vrednosti vse do 80€ na tekmovalca.

Si upaš zaplesati na odru in pokazati svoje plesne sposobnosti? Pridi v Bachus center v petek in se nam pokaži…

Več v nadaljevanju…

Več o dogajanju pa v nadaljevanju…

Več v nadaljevanju…

Spet je prišel čas za poabsolventski žur, za vse ki smo ga žurali in se zabavali na Kreti in po drugih Collegiumovih destinacijah. Tokrat smo zabavo preselili v Bachus in ga napolnili do zadnje stopnice.

Kot vedno smo se zabavali, poskrbljeno je bilo tudi za nagradne igre, glasba je bila odlična in zopet je bilo slišati vpitje naslednjih besed: “Galamo, galamo, mi delamo galamo!!!”

Več v galeriji slik …

Lahko pa se pogledate tudi v ŽURNALOVI GALERIJI

În toiul acestei sărbători toate ar fi fost  bune și frumoasae dacă societatea moldovenească ar cunoaște și limitele. Pe lingă partea frumoasă a acestei sărbători s- a strecurat încet și partea negativă, care a știrbit din imaginea țării noastre.
Era ora șase seara iar din expoziția care avea menirea de a apromova produsele moldovenești se transforma într-o mare beție cu lume multă și forfotă mare. După ce majoritatea au degustat din tulburelul de anul acesta mulți și-au tulburat și mințile, arătăndu-și care mai de care cultura. In  timp ce strabateam cu greu prin multime pentru a-mi gasi un loc mai potrivit, trebuia sa ma si feresc de sticlele de jos , de care ma impiedicam. In jur totul mirosea a vin, si oriunde priveam vedeam doar  oameni chercheliti. Veselia era in toi! Multimea fierbea! M-am oprit lîngă un grup de tineri care dansau înfierbîntați, împiedicîndu-se de cioburile de sticlă. După ce s-au oprit din dans, abia de se țineau pe picioare înjurau și comentau spusele prezentatorului. Mergeam și mă minunam de ceia ce vedeam. Hîrtii, sticle, sacoșe toate erau aruncate ici cole, mizeria produsă arătau adevarata cultura a societatii. Nu eram încîntată de nimic ce vedeam, în plus sticlele ce zburau deasupra capului si se spărgeau de asfalt m-au convins de a pleca acasa. Pe muzica „ Dulce-i vinul, dulce-i vinul…” am lăsat centrul capitalei cu gîndul că mîine moldovenii vor mai avea parte de o zi , aflîndu-se în împărăția si mrejele lui Bachus.

Ina Florea

Zopet je bila žurka, tokrat v Bachusu. Collegium je priredil novoletno zabavo za vse, ki se bodo udeležili njihovih novoletnih programov doma in v tujini, prav tako pa so bili na zabavi zaželjeni tudi tisti, ki se silvestrovanj z njimi ne bodo udeležili…

Več o dogajanju v galeriji …

V Bachusu so tokrat žurali tako študentje Ekonomske fakultete kot Bežigrajčani. Bachus je bil spet poln energije in imeli smo se super

Naši bodoči pravniki so imeli tokrat brucovanje v Bachusu. Bilo je zelo zelo pestro, glasba je bila super in morm rečt da so teli naši pravniki prou zanimivi Žurka na polno…

Več v galeriji slik v nadaljevanju …

Tisti, ki pa se niste našli tukaj, se boste zagotovo TUKAJ

Intamplator, la iesirea matinala dintr-un club in care s-a apelat din plin la nenea Bachus, paparazzii au surprins-o pe Delia in bratele mai multor cetateni romani care aveau grija de ea in timp ce ea avea grija de ei.

Tokrat so imeli v Bachusu žurko študentje biotehnične, ekonomske in pedagoške fakultete. Zbralo se jih je veliko več kot ponavadi in zatresi so tla…

Več v galeriji …

Če se niste našli na teh fotkah, se boste skoraj zagotovo v ŽURNALOVI GALERIJI

V Bachusu je spet dogajalo in to na polno… Študentski žur so imeli študentje pravne, ekonomske fakultete ter študentje FDV.

Ampak bolj kot študentom je kot ponavadi veliko bolj dogajalo osebju Bachusa, natančneje našim predragim natakarjem, saj ob njihovih norčijah nisi mogel ostati resen…

Več slik v nadaljevanju…

… ter na ŽURNALU

You can see the Full article here:
USA Today

By Ken Dilanian, USA TODAY

WASHINGTON — During last week’s presidential debate, John McCain and Barack Obama sparred over what caused the financial crisis.

“The match that lit this fire,” McCain said, came from the government-sponsored mortgage companies Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, which backed risky home loans “with the encouragement of Sen. Obama and his cronies … in Washington.”

Obama shot back: “The biggest problem was the deregulation of the financial system. … Sen. McCain, as recently as March, bragged about the fact that he is a deregulator.”

It was a classic example of Washington finger-pointing. McCain and the GOP blame Fannie and Freddie — which were taken over by the government last month — because the troubled mortgage agencies’ biggest backers were Democrats who said they wanted to increase access to homeownership.

Meanwhile, Obama and other Democrats highlight Republicans’ longtime focus on limiting regulations for the financial industry.

No single government decision sparked the crisis, but collectively the candidates had a point: Both parties in Congress played important roles in setting the stage for the ongoing financial meltdown.

They did so in moves that reflected not just their ideological priorities, but also the wishes of special interests that have spent millions aggressively lobbying Washington and contributing to lawmakers’ campaigns.

By not reining in increasingly risky investments made by Fannie and Freddie — and by keeping complex financial instruments known as derivatives free from most government oversight — Congress chose not to impose barriers that economists widely agree could have helped stave off the crisis that continues, even after lawmakers approved a $700 billion emergency bailout package for Wall Street.

Here is a look at how Congress’ actions on two key fronts became significant factors in the financial crisis:

1. Not checking derivatives
2. Protecting Fannie, Freddie

Here is a list of the TOP Officials taking over one hundred thousand dollars from Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae:

Dem – Dodd, Christopher J $165,400
Dem – Obama, Barack S $126,349
Dem – Kerry, John S $111,000
Rep – Bennett, Robert F $107,999
Rep – Bachus, Spencer $103,300

For more information about Credit and Credit reporting. Check these government websites:

Wiki Definition – Fair Credit Reporting Act

Federal Trade Commission – Free Annual Credit Reports

Federal Trade Commission – Access to Free Credit Reports

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Should those who received the most payments from Mae and Mac be investigated for collusion?

Dorfprozelten in the morning (photo taken from the meadows at the river banks). In the back one can see the location ‘Predigtstuhl’ where vines are cultivated.

I spent most of my childhood summer vacations in Dorfprozelten, lodged at my maternal great-grandmothers house in the middle of the village. Since my family could hardly afford to go on holidays as we do today, we spent our time with relatives and explored the beautiful surroundings between Spessart and Odenwald, two hilly, forested regions sanwiching the Main river.

Many of the village inhabitants were fishermen; many others were barge owners transporting goods from port to port in the inland river and canal systems which link many German lands with its neighbours. My uncle owned and operated a 1,000 tonne ship (river barge) together with two of his sons. My father often joined them during his holidays as a kind of occasional sailor.

In July this year, we arrived on a Friday two days before the fishermen would celebrate their annual local fishing festival. We should miss it all together since we stayed only for one day and one night. But on a rainy Saturday morning walk, I took the picture of this poster stuck to a tree near the river.

The billboard introduced the various fish varieties which call the river Main their home. Their numbers are on the increase ever since river pollution was reduced by the introduction of waste water treatment plants in the 1970s and 1980.

When on holidays we swam in the river as little kids until it was forbidden because of the rising pollution. My father used to swim out into the stream to greet barges, at times go on board and jump back into the rapid river waters. He was a very good swimmer. Today, swimming is again allowed because of the improved water quality.

The wine produced in Dorfprozelten does not come from “premier cru” terroir but rather belongs to the “Landwein” category (table wine or ‘vin de pays’). Among others Bacchus vines are cultivated. I am personally not a lover of Bacchus grapes and wines, but I drink “local” as much as I can.

Franconian wines are often filled in traditional bottles, called “Bocksbeutel” with a rounded, big belly shape. Sylvaner is the dominant grape variety, much liked by the locals and of outstanding quality only in this part of Germany. Apart from Riesling, Sylvaner is my most preferred variety of the German white wines.

We stayed in a typical country inn, named “Gasthaus Krone”.

Country inns in Germany offer home style cooking and local German cuisine which is not easy to find these days. Most Germans eat home style dishes at home and when they go out, they are looking for some more exotic cuisines. Moreover, these days many Germans try to avoid the restaurant business because of the long working hours. Therefore, today many country inns are operated by non-Germans offering everything from Turkish, Chinese, Thai, Italian Greek and other foods. But not so in Dorfprozelten.

The rooms were furnished in a typical Southern German country style. They were clean and spacious. Ideal for two families with children. The breakfast was a delight, offering many local cheeses, eggs cold cuts, sausages, and other meats.

The menu was a typical ‘country inn’s menu with a lot of local dishes. I loved the richly decorated hard cover in thick leather.

The wine list, here the section with local white wines only, was dominated by local wines from Franconia. Unfortunately, we could not taste them all. I guess we have to come back for some more sampling.

Sauerbraten with Knoedel, a hearty German country meal.

If you plan to visit Lower Franconia, I recommend you stay in this village of my ancestors for a night or two. It’s worth it, I promise.

~ I spent £40 on a ticket to see the Sex Pistols at The Academy on the 11th of June and almost immediately started wondering about precisely why I’d done such a silly thing. I love the Pistols, of course, but I’m not an enormous fan or anything like that (I think The Clash were by far the better band, as do all correct-livin’ folk) and I can’t say I’m hugely invested in their mythology (although I do like it). They’re really old now and last reunion around they were pretty open about the fact that they were just doing it for the money. It was bound to be crap, wasn’t it?

It wasn’t, surprisingly. Putting ‘standard disgustingness of a sold-out Academy’ aside, they were actually really fun. I’m sure it’s not nostalgia as such, since I wasn’t even alive when they were knocking about, but their songs have such resonance. It’s hard not to get a tiny bit excitable when the riff to this or that starts up. The sound was absolutely rotten (Edit: Arf. Unintentional) and this may or may not completely explain why they sounded so darn messy at times, but that doesn’t matter. That’s not why you go to see the Pistols, or at least I would hope not. I really enjoyed them.

~ Much like Mr Pryke I found myself happily getting more than I anticipated at Birmingham Town Hall on the 12th, expecting as I was an ordinary gig from The Destroyers which would include collaborations with The Dholblasters and Sanchita Pal in the middle of their set. As it turned out, for the first half of the evening The Destroyers formed the backbone of a larger ensemble which performed Cristina Piňero Maese’s “Scheherazade’s Rhapsody”, telling the tale of Scheherazade’s own thoughts and dreams during her story-telling captivity. I know even less about Indian classical music than anything else I find myself writing about while knowing nothing about it, but I really enjoyed this. Sanchita’s singing was wonderful and I really enjoyed the dancing, particularly the silhouetted routine behind a curtain in the second movement.

After a break the event transformed into more typical Destroyers gig (if such a thing can be said to exist. They entered the hall and approached the stage from the back as a monks procession, cowled and robed. Of course). My usual affliction of ‘having written about them 381,789 times before’ afflicts away with a vengeance and as such I have nothing to add, but the big finale when everyone came back to the stage (including the dancers) could be picked out as a highlight. I keep thinking that The Destroyers won’t be able to overload my senses any more than they already have, but they keep managing it. I salute.

~ The Courtesy Group! They’re always ace and were once again on Monday the 16th at The Hare And Hounds. Use was made of a chair and a dustpan brush. I sat on the chair afterwards, because my legs were tired.

~ The finale of this years series of The ‘Oo may have been a touch on the crappy side (on the plus side: ‘Midnight’ was brilliant), but Toby Hadoke’s Moths Ate My Dr Who Scarf one-man-show at Bloxwich Library Theatre on the 19th was very warm and fun. The jokes, unsurprisingly, are about fandom in general and contemporary society more so than about ‘Dr Who’ itself (so don’t panic, you don’t need to know any minutiae or anything), and into this he weaves autobiographical stuff that is actually genuinely moving. I’d really recommend this to all.

~ The less said about the incredible anticlimax of a main event of the boxing at The Civic on the 20th the better*, but there were some good things on the undercard. The go-go-go Midlands Area welterweight title fight between Mark Lloyd and Andrew Alan Lowe had constant action for the eight rounds it lasted, and Steve Saville managed to just about squeak past Baz Carey in a fun brawly four-rounder. It’s always nice to see Lyndsey Scragg doing well, and the same goes for Rob Hunt even if he didn’t look at his best against the entertaining but ever-unorthodox (that’s me being all subtle and polite, y’see) Alex Brew.

~ The Big Weekend O’ Boxing continued at the NIA on the following night. The main event here was a fantastic affair and incredibly exciting to watch, although I shake my head at anyone who still thinks that Amir Khan is even remotely close to world class at the moment. His handspeed is a thing to behold and I’m glad I’ve had the chance to actually see it in real life, but not only does he keep dropping his hands and sticking his (weak) chin out, Michael Gomez has now proved that he can be hurt with bodyshots too.

The undercard had more than its fair share of good stuff. The mantle of “Best Four-Rounder I Have Ever Seen” (belonging to Martin Gethin vs Baz Carey) was very nearly transferred to D. Mitchell vs Martin Concepcion. I was happy although surprised to see Steve Bendall get the judges nod against Paul Smith for the English middleweight title in a scrappy but fun affair. Don Broadhurst looked absolutely fantastic in his dominant win, and the finish in which Curtis Woodhouse put Wayne Downing on the floor for the count with a volley of bodyshots was worthy of a highlight real.

~ It was another profoundly distasteful ‘sold out venue’ experience at The Hare And Hounds on the 22nd and there were moments of distinct unpleasantness to have to endure, but Melt Banana proved worth it. ‘Grindcore’ is often where they’re said to fall, but (although I stand by my years-long protest that a genre name doesn’t equate to a qualitative judgement) that really doesn’t feel right. Rickidickidickidow, rickidickidickidow, shriek shriek shriek shriek. Only catchy. And dynamically varied. That’s how to describe them. And they’re aaaawesome.

The best bit (as with last time they were over here) was the ‘short songs’ bit – a series of single ideas, single hooks, each presented without any additional nonsense to waste your time. Occasionally I think that all pop music should be like that.

~ Oh man, Bacchus (under the Burlington Hotel in Brum) is great. I love that place.

~ The UK Cagefighting Championships card at The Skydome on the 29th was pretty poor on the whole, but it’s always nice to see Team Supreme going undefeated. Well… they did as far as I remember, anyway. The results don’t seem to have been sent to any of the fightfinder sites (there is this…).

~ I had fun at Old Man Mulvaney’s retirement do on the 4th of July.

~ There’s been some good fighting for watching on screens. In terms of MMA, Rampage vs Forrest Griffin was a classic for the ages. When it comes to boxing, Manny Pacquiao vs David Diaz wasn’t really a ‘fight’ as such but it was a genuinely amazing performance from Pacman, and everyone needs to watch Ricardo Torres vs Kendall Holt II. 61 seconds of absolute hell-on-wheels.

And that’s about it, I think. Supersonic this weekend! Ooh, it’s gonna be great.

* This is hidden away in the netherworld of the asterisk due to the main post being about the good things this month, but I did feel the need to say something. Wayne Elcock vs Darren McDermott had been building up for a ridiculously long time. People had talked about it for years, but it actually seemed like a possibility when McDermott won one of those ever-valuable British title eliminators in February 2007, and Elcock won the title itself that September (I was there). Elcock proceeded to kill a bit of time by getting seven bells knocked out of himself at the hands of Arthur Abraham, but soon enough the time came to defend the belt. There were mumblings about Elcock preferring to face LocalTicketSeller Supreme Matthew Macklin and McDermott needing to win a final eliminator (told you those things were valuable), but eventually the big Black Country vs Birmingham derby was signed. It was On Like The Fall Of Saigon.

Except it wasn’t. Elcock got a chest infection. Words were exchanged in the press, McDermott’s camp accused Elcock of ducking him, Elcock’s camp accused McDermott of wanting to get out of it, and the fight was rescheduled for the 20th of June. It was On Like The Film Tron, but where oh where? Fightfans waited breath a-baited as practically every building in the West Midlands county was named as a venue. It’s at AVEC! No it’s not – it’s at The Skydome! Woah there Nelly – with less than a week to go, we’re moving it to The Civic!

The night itself came. Anticipation was building throughout and by the time the fight came around the atmosphere was something else. Our Macca was hailed as a hero by the ferociociferus (no real adjective could actually describe just how ferociociferus they were) crowd; the despised (for one night only. I’ll still support him when he’s against an opponent who’s unlucky enough to come from somewhere other than the Black Country) Elcock was looked upon as someone who’d swanned into our Yampy wonderhome and walked mud onto our carpets, dropped crumbs on our settee and made lewd comments about our daughter. In a metaphorical sense, I suppose he had. F’n Zulus.

The culmination of this epic campaign for fistic dominance and local supremacy?

Cut stoppage from an accidental clash of heads, R2.

I hate the entire world.