For the other geeks: this blog wasn’t dead, it was just low on HP.

Well, this will be my first post in quite a while. Ever since I finished my blog writing course, I haven’t seemed to have the same motivation that I did during when I was doing it. However, I believe a blog with the underlining concept of Unschooling is a great idea. I wouldn’t mind also having a blog about my techie endeavors, too, but I’m keeping this one’s main focus to be my education.

Christmas month has been crazy. Lots of stuff to do, lots of places to go, plus the fact that we had about 9 inches of snow. I hope to get back into blog writing on a close-to-regular schedule soon after Christmas.

For now, I suppose this’ll be a biding-my-time post until Christmas is over. As a side ntoe, my piano ambitions are starting to pay off as I’m going to visit my great-grandmother on Christmas Eve morning, and will play my two recital pieces that I’ve practiced the most for her.
In addition, my Linux learning (once a subject I studied for unschooling) is starting to pay off too, because I’ll be getting a new netbook that doesn’t come with Windows. It only comes with an Ubuntu-based Linux distro. Woohoo!

Aujourd’hui je savais vraiment pas quoi faire alors j’ai enregistré un petit MP3 de difool puis j’ai fais un Remix du fameux son de Cédric ! La tecktonik vous tuera ! Si vous connaissez pas, écoutez Radio Libre 21h/00h Lundi/Vendredi !

Bergara laga zuen, Iruñea ere bai. Atzerrian bizi da Fran Iturbe musikaria. 2009ko urtarrileko Leidor Sessions saiotik ez genuen ikusi. Bitxia da Franekin gertatzen zaiguna: Hilabeteak egon gaitezke elkar ikusi gabe, berriro elkartu eta bost minutura denbora ez dela pasa dirudi. Garate Studiosetan entsegua hasteko prest geundela Gibson gitarra eskuan agertu zen, bizar luzearekin eta kapelarekin. Gentleman totala. Ezer gutxi behar izan genuen lagunartean irri egiteko, gure arteko ohiko txantxak eginez.
Disko berriaren aurkezpen saioetarako astebeteko egonaldi trinkoa egin du gure artean:

Urriak 31, larunbata. Toxic anaiak errepidean gara, Mallabiako bidean. Franek berriz LA-Paris-Bilbo ibilbidea egin du. Franen dei galduak ditugu, eta smsa: “Iritsi naiz, Fran”.

Azaroak 1, igandea. Arratsaldeko 16:00tan hasi eta 20:30ak arte entseatzen izan gara Andoaingo Garate Studiosetan. Trasteak utzi eta Kaki Arkarazorekin This is it film-dokumentala ikustera joan gara Antiguo Berrira.

Azaroak 2, astelehena. Arratsaldeko 18:00tan hasi eta 20:30ak arte entseatzen izan gara Andoaingo Garate Studiosetan. Afalostean, goizeko 03:00ak arte kantu berriak grabatzen izan da Kaki-Toxicen esanetara.

Azaroak 3, asteartea. 17:30etan hitzordua ipini dugu Bilboko Kafe Antzokian. Bertan eman dugu lehen kontzertua. Gauerdia baino lehen bakoitza bere etxera joan da.

Azaroak 4, asteazkena. Fran Iturbek goizean elkarrizketa bikoitza eskaini du Goiena telebistan, lehena bakarrik eta bigarrena Toxic 1ekin. Arratsaldean, goizeko 01:30ak arte kantu berriak grabatzen izan da Kaki-Toxicen esanetara.

Azaroak 5, osteguna. OFF eguna.

Azaroaren 6a da. Gaur eta bihar zuzenekoak eskainiko ditugu Andoainen eta Bergaran, Basteron eta Zabalotegin hurrenez hurren. Franentzat berezia izango da aurkezpen saioekin Bergaran amaitzea, hura baita Franen sorterria. Eta aste honetako “etxea” ere bada.

Ikusten duzuenez Franen egonaldia trinkoa, mardula izaten ari da. Gustora arituko gara gaur eta bihar. Gauerdian Fran agurtuko dugu “ez dakigu noiz arte” batekin. Baina berriro topo egingo dugulakoan gaude. Hori baita gu guztion nahia.

Bien bitartean, berak L.A.n jarraituko du Gibson gitarra eskuan duela, bizar luzearekin eta kapelarekin. Gentleman totala. Modu bera dauka janzteko eta gitarra jotzeko: elegantea. See you again Fran!

Elle s’accroche la Mireille, les résultats d’audience lui donnent raison faut dire ! Alors, c’est reparti pour un épisode 3 de Sexy Radio… plus travaillé, plus structuré surtout et un peu plus long aussi. Je pense que le format ne doit pas dépasser les 5 minutes… en dehors de ça, je travaille sur d’autres idées… de la vidéo surtout… mais je préfère ne pas en dire trop !

Ah et puis j’ai un texte sur le feu aussi… oui, un vrai texte… pas un truc où je parle de la météo, j’ai bien compris 

TELECHARGER L’EPISODE 3 DE SEXY RADIO

(mot de passe : sexy mireille 3)

TELECHARGER L’EPISODE 3 DE SEXY RADIO (miroir)

(pas de mot de passe, bla bla bla, un captcha aléatoire, bla bla bla)

LE SMS DE L’AUDITEUR :

Allez, l’bisou tout plein !

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Haber yine Newsweek Türkiye’den. Amerikalılar arasında yapılan bir anket; tuvalet kağıdı kullananların yarısı külotlarında “dışkı kirlenmesi” ile (sarımsı lekelerden büyük pisliklere kadar) geziyor. Şimdi bu bok istatistiği de nereden çıktı diye sorabilirsiniz. Şuradan: Ortalama bir amerikalı günde 57 yaprak tuvalet kağıdı tüketiyor; dünya üzerindeki toplam yıllık tüketim ise 36,5 milyar rulo! Amerika’daki bütün tuvalet kağıtlarından kurtulursak dünyanın kazancı aşağıdaki gibi şekilleniyor:

x     15 Milyon Ağaç

x     17,3 Terawat Elektrik

x     473 Galon

Ha bu arada, bu rakamları ölçen hangi deli diye soracak olursanız, Amerika’da satış yapmayı planlayan Japon bide markası Toto!. e ne diyeyim, totosu yerse artık..

Three camels and an emu on a Blue Ridge Mountain farm in Rockbridge County, Virginia…

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 Tá, você deve tá confuso e pensar que nunca ouviu falar de Bide ou Balde, ou dessa música ou coisas do tipo.. Mas eu tenho certeza que vc já se deparou com as frases desses gaúchos nos orkuts, msns, twitter e todo o resto cybernético.. hahahaha

Tá aí pra vocês conferiremm e acompanharem com a letra..

Ela vai mudar,
Vai gostar de coisas que ele nunca imaginou
Vai ficar feliz de ver que ele também mudou
Pelo jeito não descarta uma nova paixão
Mas espera que ele ligue a qualquer hora

Só pra conversar
E perguntar se é tarde pra ligar
Dizer que pensou nela
Estava com saudade
Mesmo sem   ter esquecido que..

É sempre amor, mesmo que acabe
Com ela aonde quer que esteja
É sempre amor, mesmo que mude
É sempre amor, mesmo que alguém esqueça o que passou

Ele vai mudar,
Escolher um jeito novo de dizer “alô”
Vai ter medo de que um dia ela vá mudar
Que aprenda a esquecer sua velha paixão
Mas evita ir até o telefone

Para conversar
Pois é muito tarde pra ligar
Tem pensado nela
Estava com saudade
Mesmo sem ter esquecido que

É sempre amor, mesmo que acabe
Com ele aonde quer que esteja
É sempre amor, mesmo que mude
É sempre amor, mesmo que alguém esqueça o que passou..

Depuis que j’ai la TNT, je redécouvre avec joie des films et téléfilms tellement nuls qu’ils en deviennent cultes, communément regroupés sous l’appellation “nanars“. Si vous êtes comme moi et que vous chérissez ces oeuvres inestimables, filez donc sur le merveilleux site Nanarland qui répertorie, chronique et met à disposition des extraits des plus grands navets de l’histoire du cinéma et de la télé.

Doublage catastrophique, acteurs infâmes, effets spéciaux réalisés avec du carton pâte: de grands moments à savourer sans modération, avec une mention spéciale pour Jaguar Force, qui a l’air simplement magique. Allez, je retourne voir la fin des Gaous. Un autre grand moment du cinéma français.

Era uma vez um matemático que vendia louça sanitária.

Aos bidés, chamava vintes.

‘moumouse’

Dawns Piplup

Debuts in: Following a maidens voyage

Caught at: Sandgem town

Gender: Male

Ability: Unkown

Current location: With Dawn

piplup use bubblebeam

piplup use bide

piplup use peck

piplup use whirlpool

hope ya like it ;D

Shaman – Carry On

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Bidê ou Balde – Mesmo que mude

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Bidé – Bacia oblonga para lavagem das partes inferiores do tronco.

Nós aqui em casa somos completamente pró-bidé!

Todas as casas deviam ter pelo menos um.

l’attività ermeneutica è l’arte dell’interpretazione, ossia il porsi dinnanzi a qualunque cosa per chiedersi perché, avanzando di conserva parecchie ipotesi, inferenze e, per i più raffinati, abduzioni.

l’ermeneutica del sospetto è dunque l’arte di chiedersi cosa c’è dietro.

per denigrare quest’arte – che come ogni arte richiede il padroneggiamento di una tecnica raffinata (il pensare, in questo caso) – in italia ci si è inventati un termine sinistro: dietrologia.

in italia, si dice, si pratica un eccesso di dietrologia.

eppure questa pratica ha padri nobili e vittime illustri.

due su tutti: machiavelli e cesare.

machiavelli l’ha finita al confino a scriversi con guicciardini e pochi altri seduto sulla tazza del suo cesso.

cesare l’ha finita peggio (o meglio a seconda dei punti di vista).

entrambi, con la loro storia, ci mostrano che l’ermeneutica del sospetto, una volta iniziata, non può esser abbandonata con leggerezza.

certo, dirà qualcuno, poteva andare anche peggio. se cesare avesse letto machiavelli (è solo un paradosso), magari l’avrebbe finita pure peggio. accoltellato mentre si scriveva con cleopatra stando diritto sul suo vespasiano.

non esistono prove, in merito. né esisteranno mai.

eppure, pensiamo alle centrali nucleari.

nel 1987 gli italiani hanno votato in un certo modo i tre quesiti referendari che dicevano, fra le righe, siete a favore o contro il nucleare?

l’esito è stato lo smantellamento delle centrali sul territorio nazionale.

oggi tuttavia, cavillando, si sente dire che in verità in quel referendum gli italiani non si sono espressi davvero contro il nucleare ma solo sulla sua dislocazione sul territorio nazionale. ovvero, erano contro il fatto che una centrale potesse essere costruita a napoli piuttosto che a cagliari. ma non erano contro il nucleare in sé, non erano contro il nucleare in quanto tale.

oggi, praticando l’ermeneutica del sospetto, chiedo ai lettori se sono contro il nucleare. chiedetevi pertanto:

sono contro il nucleare in sé o contro il nucleare in me?

per quanti si siano espressi a favore del nucleare in me (o in noi), propongo uno scenario fantascientifico.

una delle proposte che potremmo avanzare al governo è di inaugurare la nuova frontiera del nucleare, con una sovvenzione statale per iniziare.

il nucleare fai da te.

 la mia idea è questa: 50.000 euro per impiantare una piccola centrale nucleare nel bagno di casa, tra il wc e il bidè.

certo, ci saranno degli sprovveduti assonnati che la mattina, ancora storditi dalle poche ore di sonno, mentre praticano lo sciopero virtuale o decidono in merito al referendum interno se aderire o meno allo sciopero del comparto trasporti, seduti sulla tazza del cesso a gingillarsi con la scheda (occhio a bruto), per errore invece di sciaquarsi le vergogne nel bidè, ahiloro, si acomoderanno sul minireattore.

nulla di grave: scajola ha previsto anche questo!

infatti l’urina residua è un ottimo metodo di refrigerazione del nucleo della centrale (l’avessero fatto a chernobyl si sarebbero evitati un sacco di guai).

ma e d’inverno? come si può pretendere, d’inverno, che uno si sfreddi le balle o la patatina per tenere in temperatura il nocciolo del reattore?

anche su questo, i lungimiranti tecnici del cnr hanno avuto modo di porre rimedio, praticando il nucleare stagionale disgiunto.

infatti durante le stagioni rigide, si praticherà la fusione a caldo dell’atomo (abbattendo i costi dei boiler); durante le stagioni più afose, si praticherà la fissione a freddo (rendendo inutile l’uso dei climatizzatori).

pare che anche la green administration di obama stia studiando questa soluzione per risparmiare introiettando così i fondi necessari a dare copertura medica ai 46 milioni di americani che ne sono ancora sprovvisti.

rischi?

nessuno!

provare per credere

andate però avanti voi, che a me viene da… 

Yin and yang… or, oil and water?

President Obama’s explanation during his press conference Monday night of a comment made last week by Vice President Joe Biden appears to raise that question. FOX News’ White House correspondent Major Garrett asked the president to explain a Biden comment made last Friday, during which he said, “there’s still a 30 percent chance we’re going to get it wrong.”

Read the exchange:

OBAMA: All right. Major Garrett, where’s Major?

GARRETT: Mr. President, at a speech Friday that many of us covered, Vice President Biden said the following thing about a conversation the two of you had in the Oval Office about a subject he didn’t disclose. “If we do everything right, if we do it with absolute certainty, if we stand up there and we really make the tough decisions, there’s still a 30 percent chance we’re going to get it wrong.” Since the vice president brought it up, can you tell the American people, sir, what you were talking about? And if not, can you at least reassure them it wasn’t the stimulus bill or the bank rescue plan and if, in general, you agree with that ratio of success, 30 percent failure, 70 percent success?

OBAMA: You know, I don’t remember exactly what Joe was referring to…

(LAUGHTER)

 …not surprisingly. But let me try this out.

(MORE LAUGHTER)

I think what Joe may have been suggesting — although I wouldn’t put numerical — I wouldn’t ascribe any numerical percentage to any of this — is that, given the magnitude of the challenges that we have, any single thing that we do is going to be part of the solution, not all of the solution. And as I said in my introductory remarks, not everything we do is going to work out exactly as we intended it to work out. You know, this is an unprecedented problem. And, you know, when you talk to economists, there’s some general sense of how we’re going to move forward. There’s some strong consensus about the need for a recovery package of a certain magnitude. There’s a strong consensus that you shouldn’t put all your eggs in one basket, all tax cuts or all investment, but that there should be a range of approaches. But even if we do everything right on that, we’ve still got to deal with what we just talked about, the financial system, and making sure that banks are lending again. We’re still going to have to deal with housing. We’re still going to have to make sure that we’ve got a regulatory structure, a regulatory architecture for the financial system that prevents crises like this from occurring again. Now, those are big, complicated tasks. So I don’t know whether Joe was referring to that, but I used that as a launching point to make a general point about these issues.

QUESTION: (OFF-MIKE)

OBAMA: I have no idea. I really don’t.

read the full story on foxnews

Remember:

Joe Biden:

“If we do everything right, if we do it with absolute certainty, there’s still a 30 percent chance we’re going to get it wrong,”

WSJ on Joe Biden 30%

Il fallait oser.

Après une année 2008 calamiteuse pour l’économie, une année 2009 qui s’annonce catastrophique et une suite pour le moins incertaine, que voit-on ? Une nouvelle manière astucieuse de perdre de l’argent (ou celui des autres) avec Impossible b.v.

Cette entreprise (?) néerlandaise au nom improbable souhaite relancer la production de Polaroïd en 2010. Bon, en fait, ce n’est pas clair (ça commence mal) : leur site web (ici) parle de relancer la production mais parle aussi de ” nouveaux procédés” (ils sont encore plus forts que Polaroïd soi-même).

Alors il faudrait savoir. Ou bien ils relancent à l’identique la production et alors je vois bien le sens de leur rachat de la vieille usine de Pola mais bon, il s’agit là d’un suicide marketing. Ou bien ils font des films instantanés “nouvelle formule” (genre: qui font du bien à la nature ou bien, aux enzymes gloutons)  auquel cas ils ne relancent rien du tout et l’achat d’un vieil outil de production relève du suicide industriel. Dans les deux cas c’est un suicide.

On a déjà vu la relance de Manufrance ou la relance de Solex. A quand la relance de l’industrie du buvard, de la bande molletière et de la taille du silex  ?

On se demande.

A défaut de relancer quoi que ce soit, ça fait un buzz de plus et c’est marrant : ça relance l’industrie bloguière, c’est déjà ça. Mais soyons sérieux :  par les temps qui courent, achetez de l’or en barre plutôt que de partir chasser les coquecigrues dans les polders.

‘For there is nowhere to bide,’ Rilke tells us in the first Duino Elegy. We live, however, as if we have a home, a stopping place, when we are just the movement of a heartbeat through the clockwork hours. And the heart beats counter to the clock. Heartbeat is wrong: life swims in us, rather than beating. The clock is the one who strikes. Dasein, being, is drowned out by the noisy seconds, their inexorable subtractions. Even our English verbs have forgotten this, subject as they are to the slap of minutes and the fist of days.

In England, we talk about where we’ live,’  and there hardly seems to be another verb used for it. In Scotland, friends ask you ‘where do you stay?’  and at least then living somewhere seems to keep faith with the lack of permanence that is its true condition. But in England, the question ‘where do you live?’ has come to mean something about postcodes, mortgages, even GPS coordinates that you can punch into a Satnav. It hardly has the drift of what it really means, less still the urgency with which Rilke, say, might ask the question: ‘where do you live?’

That question is one Rilke asks me now; Rilke, long dead, and yet breathing for me as forcefully as his ‘Archaic Torso of Apollo.’  ‘Where do you live?’ he asks, throwing his whole voice into the verb. It is not a question I can answer, but one that a line from Hopkins tries to answer for me: ‘deals out that being indoors each one dwells.’ Oh Hopkins. He just assumes that selving happens as a matter of course. ‘Each mortal thing,’ he writes, ’selves, goes itself,’ as if those mortal things deal out their being as easily as they exhale. Not so, unfortunately.

Where we live and where we dwell is locked within us, an underground river, looking for its resurgence. Our task is therefore not to find a place to lay our heads but to descend to the slipstream and abide there. If you have ever tried to stand upright in a burn in spate you will know how difficult this task is: once in a torrent or meltwater, the ‘you’ is seen for the flotsam that it is. Try to stay standing in it and only your will remains, only your pure attention.

‘To ‘bide’ or to ‘abide’ is hardly possible; biding is fragile defense against the force of life. A parable: years ago, on the Shetland Island of Whalsay, I stayed with J in a cottage once rented by the poet Hugh MacDiarmid, who used the place as an office in which to write ‘A Raised Beach.’ The owners were a generous and sociable couple who had a thirteen-year-old daughter. One evening, we sat down to our meal, the door open to the warm July dusk. We ate and talked and did not notice that a third presence had approached. A girl (we assumed it was the daughter) was standing on the threshold, watching us eat. We did not know how long she had been there; perhaps thirty seconds, perhaps ten minutes: her gaze was so soft that it took light years to reach us. Realising who she must be, we tried to talk to her, asking her about her life on this tiny island, and about the other islands. Which was her favourite? ‘Bressay…where my aunt bides.’ Bides. In the dusk, that word swung back and forth before me like a candle lantern, and has swung ever since. Who was she, this girl who talked of biding? We could not persuade her to come into the house and we could not suggest that she leave. When I passed near her, she shrank against the wall, even though I was not less than five feet from her. To my shame, I felt afraid of her. She lived on Whalsay, but where did she bide? We had guessed who she was, but at no time did she offer us her name. Looking at us with curiosity, she managed not to stare, as if someone had charcoal-sketched the expression into her eyes. She was an ember made grey ash, slaked by the sea.

Visited by this creature, I was gifted the verb ‘bide’ and its lovely sister ‘abide.’ Full of longing, calling out ’stay with me, though you cannot stay,’ ‘bide’ and ‘abide’ tell us of reaching out for stillness when the night comes, of desire breathing out and aching for rest.

Creo que si los padres deciden quitar el horroroso bidé del baño, las chonis se suicidan.

Porque hay que reconocer que hace falta mucha imaginación para usarlo como “soporte shula” en vez de para el para el aseo íntimo.

Hogy beszéljünk valami intimebb dologról is, bemutatom az olaszok bidéfixációját. A bidé a fürdőszobák elengedhetetlen tartozéka, legyen szó 30 m2-es, vagy 300 m2-es lakásról, hétvégi házról, vagy akár lepukkantabb turistaszállásról. Csak érdekességképpen, a külön wc-helyiségre nem hogy nem vágynak, de nem is értik, miért fontos – ismerőseim egyik meglepő magyar tapasztalata pl. a magyarországi paneleket látva épp ez: „lepukkant, kicsi, de miért van külön a wc?”. Ha már, akkor inkább több fürdőszoba, és a dolog meg van oldva… ez itt gyakori 2-3 hálószobás lakásoktól felfele.

De térjünk vissza a bidére. Nemrég társaságban beszélgettünk az eltérő magyar szokásokról (miről másról? , és úgy alakult, hogy több ötvenes férfi kórusban bizonygatta, hogy márpedig bidé nélkül nem lehet kultúrált életet élni. Gyorsan körbekérdeztem, és úgy tűnik, hogy a bidé már 50 éve is a lakások tartozéka volt, és legalább annyira hozzátartozik az alapfelszereléshez, mint a zuhany/kád vagy a mosdó. Sőt, kiderült, hogy a középkorúak és annál idősebbek gyakran még a társasutazásokra is magukkal viszik a felfújható, wc-re applikálható bidét. Ilyet még nem láttam, érdekes műszaki kérdés lehet a működtetése J

Jackie and David were a really cool couple to work with.  We did their engagement shoot at Sunnyside Park about a month or so before so we were pretty well acquainted.

We started at David’s place.  All of the guys were there and we were just in time to capture the details, the flowers getting put on, some toasts and some live entertainment.  In David and Jackie’s culture it is customary to have the bride serenaded the night before the wedding.  The musicians that did that the night before showed up at David’s house and played music for him as well.  As always, I just happened to have the right microphone for the job in my bag so not only did it look great, it sounded great too.

We arrived at Jackie’s location which is an amazing house in Etobicoke that had no shortage of places to shoot.  The architecture and detail of the house were great and the grounds were a whole other story altogether.

After trying to follow Jackie’s dad to the church in his Ferrari and loosing him on the highway, I turned to my GPS for directions.  No matter, I still got there on time to mic the groom, speak to the priest about what his rules are, scout my shooting spots and catch the bridal party, Groom and Bride all walk the isle.

We decided that after the luncheon at the house, we wouldn’t go to James Gardens to do “the Park thing”, we’d use Jackie’s parents house and grounds.  Great choice, the place (like I said), is amazing.  We also took the picture that was going to be used later on that night for the same-day thank you cards.

We ended off the day at the Bellagio.  We did a large screen projection presentation for the couple of their engagement walk and a photo montage.  They also got same-day thank you cards, each with a picture of the guest in a custom paper frame with the couples names, date and an inscription.  Guests love this, and we do it fast.  Guests were picking up their pictures before the first course was served.  Way to go Anthony!

Jackie and David, I know that you guys will be happy together and thanks for letting us share you day with you.

Congrats you two!

mojate cochino

Un bidé o bidet (en francés significa caballito…por como te montas,jaja) es aquel recipiente con agua y desagüe se encuentra al lao del WC y que normalmente es de porcelana o loza. No es una cosa internacional, existen en algunos países de Europa como España, Italia ,Grecia (de alli viene el “griego”) y Portugal. También en Argentina ,Uruguay y Japón.

Su uso no es muy habitual según una encuesta personal. ¿Que paque vale? pos para higiene íntima. Y ahora me dirá alguno….pero si usas el papel higiénico ¿pa que te limpias con aguita freskita? Seguridad querido amigo. Los calzoncillos lo agradecen…y tu madre tambien que a lo mejor es la que los limpia. Algún chocapic quedará seguro si sólo usas el papel del WC. El papel no limpia…por muxo q me digais!!

Os aconsejo su uso !