C’est assez incroyable ce qui est en train de se passer chez le Canadien. En moins de deux semaines, l’équipe a perdu, au profit de la liste des blessés, Jaroslav Spacek, Brian Gionta, Scott Gomez, et probablement les deux frères Kostistyn en plus ! Le plus vieux se serait blessé en troisième hier en recevant un tir d’un défenseur de Columbus. Sergei, lui, a une entorse et est incertain.

Je suis excité de voir David Desharnais commencer le match pour le CH ce soir, ça a l’air d’un très bon joueur, mais je préfère quand même compter sur une équipe de partants et de vrais joueurs établis de la LNH !

En plus, Montréal va peut-être devoir jouer à seulement 19 joueurs ce soir si la décision de Sergei s’avère négative.

Eh merde! Va falloir voir d’où vient tout ça. Malchance, ou un mauvais entraînement ? Il est à remarquer que, des nouveaux venus du Canadien, seuls Paul Mara, Travis Moen et Marc-André Bergeron seront en uniforme ce soir.

Au moins, l’équipe est en train de se batir une personnalité, est en train de devenir, en fait, une VRAIE équipe. Le Tricolore n’a pas perdu en temps réglementaire à ses quatre derniers matchs malgré l’absence de ces joueurs importants. Je ne serais pas surpris par une défaite ce soir, la question est de savoir si le Tricolore va bien ou mal perdre. C’est un vrai test pour la troupe de Jacques Martin. J’espère qu’on gagnera, ou qu’on perdra avec dignité ce soir, sans abandonner Price et lui laisser 40-50 tirs. Ça serait mauvais pour tout le monde.

Parlant de personnalité, deux joueurs retiennent mon attention : Tomas Plekanec et Mike Cammalleri. Le premier a appris à jouer sans Kovalev et en tant que centre #1 “à temps plein”, et il relève très bien le défi avec 24 points, dont 19 passes (!) en autant de matchs ; Cammalleri, lui, en est déjà à 12 buts et semble se reprendre après une passe plus tranquille. L’équipe repose actuellement sur ces deux joueurs… et sur Price, ne l’oubliant.

Un seul hic à tout ça : Plekanec n’est pas sous contrat pour 2010-2011, et si Gainey ne lui fait pas apposer sa signature au bas d’un document au cours des prochaines semaines, il pourrait lui coûter très très très très cher cet été, surtout si Tomas continue sur sa lancée et fait 85-90 points.

Grouille-toi Robert !

Many people believe that constructing a chicken house is a simple job that is primarily about cutting wood and banging nails. Don’t think of your chicken house as of just a spot where your flock lives. It is supposed to make your chicken feel safe and comfortable, I won’t even mention warmth as it should be obvious. Your chicken house ought be planned in a sense that offers you a way to wash it quickly and easily. In next few paragraphs I share with you three most important characteristics of a well designed chicken house.

Light

The location and the size of the windows in the chicken coop is very important if you want to have well feeling flock. The easies way to insure your chickens receive enough amount of sunlight is to build windows that are big and facing the direction of the sunrise.

Space

Size is one of the biggest things you must take into consider as you build a chicken house. If you aren’t sure how many chickens you plan to keep, it’s a smart move to build slightly larger than you think you’ll need, then if you do decide to add one or two more, you will have enough room.

Safety

Chicken wire all around the coop or a strong fence will help keep dangerous predators away. It is important that you provide fencing around the coop and bury the wire mesh deeply into the ground to make it more difficult for animals to dig underneath it.

As you can see, a good chicken house isn’t as easy to plan as you may have thought. A chicken house plan has to include many things that are absolutely required for health and well being of your flock. Do not make the error of getting yourself in more than you are able to pull off, whenever you do not believe you’ll handle designing a chicken coop on your own purchase ready made designs. This is the most effective formula to assure you maintain your chickens secure and pleased.

Today is my 22nd birthday. For the first time ever,  I am feeling the rush and regret of getting older. It’s coming down on me pretty hard. I feel as if I turned 30 today… it’s insane.

If it weren’t for a certain person, I would probably be in bed crying myself to sleep right now. He made my day amazing. He made me feel appreciated and loved. Something that I never felt so strong before…

CH, I love you. You make me appreciate life so much more now that you’re in mine. Thank you.

Doc Hermie 2, ursprünglich hochgeladen von dbson

another dope pic by dbson
bigger pic here

Another good weekend! Hung out with CH a lot. Met his parents, too. First time ever that I actually felt comfortable around parents enough to come out of my shell a bit. This is big news. I’m happy!

Et voilà c’est reparti avec la polémique sur les gardiens de buts du Canadien de Montréal. Qui est le gardien numéro 1 et qui doit l’être.

Je ne suis pas sûre que le problème vient des gardiens en ce moment. Bon Carey Price n’est pas le sauveur. Tout le monde le sait, ses statistiques sont plutôt mauvaises.

Est-ce que Halak mérite de jouer, oui, de toute évidence. Au vu des derniers matchs, l’équipe joue mieux quand Halak est dans les buts.

Lorsque Cristobal Huet a été échangé pour faire toute la place à Carey Price en tant que gardien de l’Organisation, j’avais dit qu’il s’agissait d’une erreur parce que Carey Price n’avait encore rien démontré et qu’il était loin d’avoir le potentiel émotif de Patrick Roy au même âge.

Si vraiment Carey Price est le gardien de l’Organisation alors il aurait fallu un vétéran à ces côtés. Un gardien en fin de carrière qui accepte de jouer le rôle de numéro 2 et de mentor pour Carey Price pour permettre à celui-ci de se développer sereinement. On peut comprendre Huet d’avoir refuser se rôle, sa carrière n’est pas terminée, il a encore de belles années devant lui.

Mais au lieu de donner à Price un grand frère, on est allé chercher un gardien qui pouvait le concurrencer. Certains diront que c’était pour motiver Price à être meilleur. On voit le résultat aujourd’hui. Halak gagne plus de match et il a la confiance de ses coéquipiers mais on considère toujours Price comme le gardien numéro 1.

Quel est la solution. Donner le filet en priorité à Halak et après on verra.

Le problème des gardiens c’est bien beau mais on parle d’un sport d’équipe et si les gars devant ne font pas leur travail alors le gardien quel qu’il soit ne pourra pas réaliser des miracles soir après soir.

Un seul trio fonctionne, le premier. Après il n’y pas de stabilité. Plekanec n’a pas d’ailiers. Andrei Kostitsyn doit jouer sur le 2e trio et il faut lui mettre un coup de pied au cul ou l’échanger. Ras le bol des oui mais.

Il faut laisser Lapierre comme 3e centre, il est bon dans ce rôle pas comme ailier. Son ailier principal est Latendresse. Ces deux là ont développé une complicité et ils sont jeunes. Il faut leur laisser le temps de murir. Il y a trop d’impatience avec Latendresse, il ne faudrait pas oublier qu’il n’a que 22 ans. Bien d’autres joueurs ne sont devenus bons, très bons pas avant l’âge de 25 ans.

En défense. Il faut prier jusqu’au retour de Markov. Les vétérans doivent en donner plus. Bergeron a été engagé pour mousser l’attaque massive, pourquoi il ne joue pas sur la première unité ?

Est ce qu’il y a eu des erreurs dans le recrutement. Est-ce que certains joueurs ont été surestimés, surement. Il est peut-être temps de prendre des décisions et là je ne pense pas à Gainey pour un échange. Parce qu’on ne peut pas dire que la réussite a été au rendez-vous.

Non je dirais plutôt que les nouveaux propriétaires doivent se montrer et prendre les rênes de leur équipe. Tout le personnel a été changé sauf le directeur général. On voit le résultat. C’est bien beau le marketing et le Centenaire et que le CH est la plus grande équipe de hockey de l’histoire mais ça ne marche plus. Le Canadien n’a pas remporté la Coupe Stanley depuis 1993 et ces 10 dernières années, on ne pas dire que l’équipe soit allée très loin dans les séries quand il y a eu une participation.

La preuve :

2008-2009 : Ronde 1

2007-2008 : Ronde 2

2006-2007 : pas de participation

2005-2006 : Ronde 1

2004-2005 : Lock Out

2003-2004 : Ronde 2

2002-2003 : Pas de participation

Voilà le bilan de Bob Gainey depuis qu’il est directeur général du CH.

La dernière fois que le Canadien a participé à la finale de l’Est c’était en 1993, année où l’équipe a gagné la Coupe Stanley.

Messieurs Molson, il est temps d’affirmer que vous êtes les patrons et de prendre les décisions qui s’imposent.

I had a pretty good weekend in Kansas City. Actually, nothing went wrong except for the fact that I was constantly hungover. But that’s to be expected, I guess.

Got into town around 8ish Friday night and just hung out with my CH. Drank three bottles of champagne and watched movies and talked. It was pretty fun. He thought Iwas being  mean, but nah… you’re just sensitive, baby! Got my license renewed Saturday morning, saw mom’s new house (my future temp home), had lunch at Ruby Tuesday, had dinner with some old friends and some drinks with some other old friends. Spent today lounging around and doing we what do best. Very good weekend.

I think it’s pretty safe the say that I have found the one. I mean, he baked me peanutbutter cookies from scratch, he has to be it. I’m perfectly happy about that thought and couldn’t ask for a better man. It’s honestly a different feeling that I have never felt before. And I am relieved and thankful that I finally get my turn to be happy with someone. It’s amazing that he feels so much for me. He genuinely cares about me. Ah! Love him…

I’m absolutely delighted (and only slightly scared) to announce that I’ve been commissioned to write a book for Facet Publishing.

Ever since I started working with museums online, I’ve felt that there is a need for strategic advice to help managers of cultural heritage web presences. There are of course hundreds of thousands of resources if you’ve got technical questions, but not many places where you can ask things like “how should I build my web team and structure my budget?” or “how do I write a strategy or business plan?”.

Facet approached me in July asking whether I’d be interested in authoring something for them, and this seemed like the ideal opportunity to try and answer some of these questions.

My (draft) synposis is as follows:

This book will provide a guide for anyone looking to build or maintain a cultural heritage web presence. It will aim to cater both to those who are single-handedly trying to keep their site running on limited budget and time as well as those who have big teams, large budgets and time to spend.

As well as describing the strategic approaches which are required to develop a successful online presence, the book will contain data and case studies on current practice from large and small cultural heritage institutions. This research will help give the reader an insight into how these institutions manage their websites as well as providing hints and tips on best practice. It will have an accompanying web presence which will provide template downloads and other up-to-date information including links and white papers.

As you’ll see, I have no intention of trying to do this all by myself – over the coming year I’m going to be on the phone to many of you (hide now!) asking how you do what you do, and compiling this into what I hope will be a useful guide.

If you have any ideas about what I should include, or the questions I should be asking – please do get in touch either via this blog or on Twitter at @m1ke_ellis!

then don’t say it?

(Took heed of my words and deleted this post since it wasn’t very nice. I didn’t feel like being a hypocrite like some people.)

Lausanne, CH

Thursday, 15 October

    Morning sunlight streams through the windows of the Cosmos bus. The scenic streets of French Lausanne roll by, the waves of Lake Geneva shining in the distance. I try and pretend it’s the ocean. The horizon is nothing but endless blue and beams of sun.

   We left Gite du Prilett yesterday morning immediately following breakfast. I was sad to leave the mountains and the tranquility of rural society, but we said our au reviors to the smiling chalet employees and once again boarded the Cosmos bus. Sat curled in our garishly upholstered seats and marveled at the world passing by. Valleys of vineyards and agriculture cultivated in stripes and rows, ancient chateaus and snow-capped mountains lining the horizon. Signs all in French and an increasing prevalence of art deco styles in architecture.

   Our first stop was the Fondation Pierre Gianadda, a small art museum with an impressive collection of Manet, Picasso, and Van Gogh. We toured a beautiful exhibition of paintings in impressionist and cubist styles, viewed an overwhelming selection of old cars, and took a walk in the outdoor sculpture garden. Such intricate, glorious representations of even the most minute details of life, so varied and full of emotion – and all gathered in small-town Switzerland, in a small, dark building. I was unsure if the location did such masterpieces justice, but was brought once again to the thought that always lingers in the back of my mind: Why not just become an artist? What better use of time than to express the joys, sorrows and transitions of life through something as unusually powerful as art? I must remind myself of the privilege of studying. The desire to create beautiful things is overpowering.

   We ate lunch at an overpriced roadside stop by an artificial lake in a shocking shade of turquoise. Sat outside in the sun and drank fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice. If only all roadside stops could be that classy… It was very Swiss. Kyle made the interesting decision of spending his 50 CHF food money on maps and starving instead, and proceeded to eat birdseed (more or less) and Nutella® with his hands on the bus. It could also be of note that Kyle has begun a trend of photographing Adrienne whenever she falls asleep on the Cosmos bus. He is assembling an entire album that he plans to later present to her as a gift. Surely the cause of much hilarity later…

    The road led our bus to the shores of Lake Geneva, which reminded me, at a glance, of the ocean – endless grey-blue water, soaring seagulls, sailboats, and crisp, cool breeze much healthier than in Lugano. A massive fortress loomed in the waters ahead. Chateau Chillon, our next destination: a huge compilation of medieval towers, spires and flags surrounded on all sides by water. We disembarked from the Cosmos bus and shuffled, shivering in the lakeside wind, inside the stony walls of the castle. A grueling 2-hour tour ensued, during which I did my best not to pass out due to fatigue, hunger, cold, or a combination of all of the above. We toured a huge variety of rooms inside the chateau and their functions – a prison/storage room, which Lord Byron engraved his name in – then a church, banquet halls, living quarters, artillery rooms, etc. The purpose of the chateau changed continuously, so its history was very complex… if only I had been more awake or interested. It was an incredible structure, but such guided tours rarely succeed in holding my attention. While I enjoy being spoken to, I have less appreciation for being talked at. I was truly delighted to once again board the bus and continue to Lausanne.

    Lausanne exceeds my expectations in every sense. It lacks the quiet, uneventful feeling present in most of Switzerland’s beautiful cities. On the contrary, I find it quite lively. Perhaps I, personally, am better suited to French culture than to German, or Italian? It encompasses all the romantic beauty of the essential Switzerland- mountains in the distance, clean streets, nature present everywhere- but also pays greater attention to fine detail and an appreciation for modern society. Buildings rise from cobblestone streets in exquisite styles and colors, every window complete with a balcony, its metal worked into intricate designs. The airspace between the buildings is cluttered with cables that carry trams throughout the city’s framework. People are everywhere, rushing from one place to another in the fresh, healthy air. I immediately love Lausanne.

   Dinner was an independent affair. I ate Chinese food with Adrienne, Kyle, Cam, Neil and Thomas, and decided to stay at the hotel in the evening (a wise choice, I feel, after the fondue experience of the night before).

    Today was absolutely brilliant. I ate breakfast with Adrienne in charming hotel restaurant. The atmosphere was hushed and all one heard was the gentle clinking of coffee cups against their saucers and the occasional crunch of a flaky croissant. Sunlight illuminated the pink tablecloths and garish flower arrangements.

   Off to a confiserie! Swiss chocolatiers led us into a laboratory, where we were presented with everything needed to make both chocolate pie and truffles! One by one, we heated cream, mixed it by hand with chocolate and butter, and poured it into butter crusts… the Swiss men strolled alongside our tables in white chef’s clothes, smiling and making gentle suggestions in French. They whisked our creations off to the refrigerator and presented us with balls of dark chocolate, which we rolled in milk chocolate smeared on our palms, and dropped into trays of bitter cocoa powder. Everyone in the group was soon covered in chocolate, licking their palms and pouring leftovers directly into their mouths. The Swiss men laughed at us as delicious aromas wafted from the doors of their workroom. They then presented a history of Swiss chocolate, which SSB translated for us. The Swiss were initially known for their chocolate because they were the first to mix it with milk. The chocolate that this confiserie uses is actually produced elsewhere, but it is the confiserie’s job to blend the different kinds to cultivate a unique flavor. Cocoa beans were broken open and spilled across the tabletop. Our entire group left in great spirits, with a bag of truffles and chocolate pie in hand.

   Adrienne and I wandered the area around the Lausanne train station in the early afternoon and bought panini from a street vendor. We munched on the steaming sandwiches on the way back to the hotel and feasted on our chocolate pies in our room. Listened to Regina Spektor. Sang along.

   SSB, in a brilliant display of group leading skills, managed to get all 17 of us aboard a tram to the Musee de la Brut – a collection of masterpieces created by outsiders of society. Those in mental institutions, mostly, created art not to seek the recognition of others, but because it was their only means of expressing themselves. SSS, explained the tour guide: Silence, Secrecy, and Solitude. Stories were told of desperate individuals locking themselves in bathroom stalls for hours or days on end with paper and colored pencils, of 40 years spent tracing figures from children’s books, of 15,000 page sagas with no sense of chronology.

     Aloise’s drawings were huge, numerous, expanding in every direction, wild with brilliant color and passionate life. Vivid scenes of human interaction, decadent, beautiful lovers with eyes unseeing. Extravagance. She lived out her sensuality in an imaginary world, they said – in her “theatre of the universe”. Colors depicted relationships in various hues and shades of brightness.

   The museum displayed, without question, the best art I have ever seen. Art created from the heart, with no consideration of culture or recognition, is truly rare. Emotionally, it was the most intense display of imagery that probably exists. Anne Deriaz said something interesting on the subject of personal and emotional involvement in creative work: “The more personal you are, the more universal you are.” People relate most strongly to personal emotions, and in the Musee de la Brut, no hesitations were made.

   Initial fascination and wonder at the museum’s works faded with time to a general unease. No pictures here were made for love – everything depicted emotional damage, frustration, and turmoil. I was slightly relieved when we left.

   Extremely satisfied with the day, we decided to make a party of our last night in Lausanne. We had been receiving 50 CHF a day for food, and discovered the economic boost this provided if we ate at McDonalds. For example: One cheeseburger costs 2.50 CHF. One cheeseburger is barely enough for a meal for me. Lunch, done. Dinner, done. 45 CHF in my pocket, every day! Needless to say, we dined at McDonalds after walking around town for a while and visiting an amazing outdoors shop with Kyle.

   Adrienne, Kyle, Thomas, Neil, Cam and I spent the evening hanging out at the hotel, at McDonalds, and at a lively pub serving artisan beer. Quite the evening.

I’m in quarter final now. Tomorrow, I will meet CH. I hope that I can win. Wanna know why? Because I want to be a CHAMPION! I want to revans the match of the boy which is lose when they  met CH

Hope me luck. I want to win this MATCH! YEAAAH!

Huwaaah! My team is on QUARTER FINAL now. I will do my best D  yeaah! it’s so important for me. I like it too much! (even my boyfriend can’t come to see me yesterday. hiks :’( )

Wish me luck, readers. My team will meet CH on Wednesday.

“Hide not your talents, they for use were made.
What’s a sun dial in the shade?”

– Benjamin Franklin

We are all familiar with the metaphorical story of two people looking at the same glass and one perceiving it as half-full while the other sees it as half-empty. As much as we’ve heard this, it’s still a valuable exercise to really observe our minds and notice whether we are engaged in half-full or half-empty thinking. People will refer to themselves as being of one type or the other as if it was a permanent characteristic, but we are all capable of shifting into a half-full consciousness if we simply make the effort.

When we look at our lives with half-empty consciousness, we perceive a lack and think that the other half of what we want is missing. We are coming from a position of expectation and entitlement. On the other hand, when we look at our lives as half-full we perceive fullness. It is as if we recognize that our cup could be fully empty and so we are grateful for what we see as bounty—not something we expect or believe we are owed, but a gift. In half-full consciousness, we count our blessings. When we look at our lives we see all the elements that are in place and all the things we do have. This doesn’t necessarily mean we don’t seek more, but we seek from a place of fullness instead of from a place of lack. This fullness draws positive energy into our lives and often attracts more abundance.

If you would like to begin to make the shift into half-full consciousness, try imagining your life as an empty glass. This is your life without all the people you know, the work you do, your home, or your current state of physical wellbeing. This is just an empty, open space waiting to be filled. Once you have that feeling of openness in your mind, begin filling it with all the people, things, and places that make up your life. You may be surprised to find your glass overflowing.

All the best
Mark J. Speranza
www.MartialArtNy.com
info@MartialArtNy.com

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simple but looks like a lot of fun..

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“I’ve never seen a monument erected to a pessimist.”

– Paul Harvey

Feelings vibrate, just as all things in the universe do, at a particular frequency. Negative feelings like anger, guilt, and depression vibrate at low frequencies, while positive feelings like joy, appreciation, and passion vibrate at high frequencies. These high frequency vibrations make us feel good. This is why people and places that inspire and cultivate positive feelings have what we call good vibrations.

Good vibrations inspire health, happiness, and optimism. When we are tuned in to good vibrations, our bodies heal, our hearts open, and our minds shift toward the light. We see new possibilities and feel powerfully energized to follow our inner visions. At the same time, we feel relaxed and capable of manifesting these visions without giving in to stress or struggle. Good vibrations put us in a state of perfect receptivity so that we feel it is the energy flowing through us that accomplishes what needs to be done. We feel guided, supported, protected, and nourished within this joyful flow. We sometimes forget that we are allowed to feel this way all the time.

Lower frequency vibrations are not bad in a moral sense, but they are bad in the sense that they simply don’t feel good. Still, they have a purpose, which is to alert us to the fact that we are blocking out the higher frequency vibrations that we need to function well. They are a call for healing ourselves from within. The key to our healing lies in remembering that it is our birthright to feel good and that feeling good is the essence of our true nature. When we are receiving and sending out good vibrations, we are in the flow. When we are not, we can begin to raise our vibration by seeking out people, places, and situations that vibrate at a higher frequency. Whether we need to go on retreat or just call a friend who makes us laugh, seeking out those good vibrations and basking in them is a sacred and loving practice that returns us, time and again, to the joyful flow of the universe.

All the best,
Mark J. Speranza
www.MartialArtNy.com
info@MartialArtNy.com

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Es gibt Neuigkeiten zu den o. g. Top Level Domains! Nachzulesen sind diese bei domain-recht.de!

Die n. m. M. wichtigsten Aussagen hierzu übernehme ich nachfolgend wortwörtlich aus der genannten Quelle:

“In der sonst als beschaulich geltenden Schweiz brodelt es heftig: über das Züricher Handelsgericht hat eine Gruppe schweizer Provider, darunter Cyberlink, Green.ch und Hostpoint, eine superprovisorische Verfügung erwirkt, nach der die Registry SWITCH verpflichtet wird, sowohl die Nennung als auch die Verlinkung der 100prozentigen Tochtergesellschaft switchplus AG auf der Einstiegsseite von SWITCH zu beseitigen. Hintergrund der Auseinandersetzung ist der Einstieg der bisher allein als Registry tätigen SWITCH in den Registrarmarkt, der die Provider um Marktanteile fürchten lässt.”

“In Schweden formiert sich Protest gegen eine Verschärfung der Registrierungsbedingungen. Auf Veranlassung des Registrars Binero und mit Unterstützung der BitTorrent-Seite Pirate Bay läuft eine Unterschriftenaktion gegen die Pläne, den Begriff “bank” künftig in Domains unter .se generell zu sperren.”

“Afilias sucht den Superstar: die .info-Registry hat mit dem “Site Rater” einen neuen Service gestartet, der im Dschungel der Webangebote dabei helfen soll, die besten und nützlichsten unterhalb der Endung .info zu finden. Im Directory-Verzeichnis von info.info können Besucher die dort vorgeschlagenen Angebote mit bis zu fünf Sternen bewerten und eigene Empfehlungen aussprechen.”

Quelle: domain-recht.de

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Ça fait 10 jours que le CH est à l’étranger et quoi de mieux que de renouer avec la victoire devant ses partisans.  Le voyage dans l’ouest en début de saison, malgré le résultat décevant, à quand même été bénéfique.  Il aura permit de tisser des liens et de créer un peu de chimie entre certain joueurs.

Jacques Martin a beaucoup de pain sur la planche et il se doit de travailler sur la défensive.  Elle est lente et poreuse.  Il faut travailler à la rendre plus serrée et mobile.  La bombe et les échappés ont été très couteuses lors des 2 derniers matches.

Le Canadien aura la chance de se reprendre jeudi face à l’Avalanche du Colorado. L’Avalanche connait un très bon début de saison et il sera un adversaire redoutable.  Le CH devra donc imposer son rythme et frapper tôt en début de rencontre.  Espérons que les 4 jours de repos auront permit de faire le point et ajuster quelques aspects de leur jeu.

Est-ce que les frères Kostitsyn ont encore un avenir a Montréal?  Je l’ignore.  Ont-ils une valeur marchande?  Apparemment oui.  Sergei sera t’il exaucé?  Il devra se prouver a Hamilton en attendant que Bob Gainey trouve preneur.  À suivre.

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“You have to see every potential roadblock as an opportunity
and a benefit.”

– Suze Orman

The word failure puts forward a very simplistic way of thinking that allows for only two possibilities: failure or success. Few things in the universe are black and white, yet much of our language reads as if they are. The word failure signifies a paradigm in which all subtlety is lost. When we regard something we have done, or ourselves, as a failure, we lose our ability to see the truth, which is no doubt considerably more complex. In addition, we hurt ourselves. All you have to do is speak or read the word failure and see how it makes you feel.

At some point, the word may not have been so loaded with the weight of negativity, and it simply referred to something that did not go according to plan. Unfortunately, in our culture it is often used very negatively, such as when a person is labeled a failure, even though it is impossible for something as vast and subtle as a human being to be reduced in such a way. It also acts as a deterrent, scaring us from taking risks for fear of failure. It has somehow come to represent the worst possible outcome. Failure is a word so burdened with fearful and unconscious energy that we can all benefit from consciously examining our use of it, because the language we use influences the way we think and feel.

Next time you feel like a failure or fear failure, know that you are under the influence of an outmoded way of perceiving the world. When the world failure comes up, it’s a call for us to apply a more enlightened consciousness to the matter at hand. When you are consciously aware of the word and its baggage you will not fall victim to its darkness. In your own use of language, you may choose to stop using the word failure altogether. This might encourage you to articulate more clearly the truth of the situation, opening your mind to subtleties and possibilities the word failure would never have allowed.

All the best
Mark J. Speranza
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]]> http://suibhne.wordpress.com/2007/10/24/autumn-in-thurgau/ Wed, 24 Oct 2007 16:23:41 +0000 suibhne http://suibhne.wordpress.com/2007/10/24/autumn-in-thurgau/

Avete presente i cataloghi di Coin o della Rinascente? Quelli che si chiamano “Arriva l’Autunno” oppure “L’Autunno porta la voglia di cachemire” e che hanno in prima pagina delle splendide signore con i capelli legati dietro, che sorridono avvolgendosi in una calda sciarpa, oppure sorridono stringendosi in un cappotto spesso, mentre sullo sfondo si vedono alberi con le foglie gialle, marroni e addirittura rosse? Alberi splendidi, alti con rami tanto frondosi da sembrar disegnati, con colori davvero autunnali, quelli che ti fan venire voglia di caldarroste, odore di legna bruciata e brina sui vetri? Di pranzi dell’autunno in campagna, di cinghiale nel piatto (con qualche pallino di fucile che finisce sotto i denti a dimostrare quanto la cacciagione sia effettivamente cacciata da un cacciatore) e di vino rosso nel bicchiere?

Ecco, io ho l’impressione che facciano quelle foto nel cantone Turgovia, altrimenti detto Thurgau, come il Müller. È impressionante, passando in treno in questa umida mattina di domenica, vedere tutti questi gialli, marroni, arancioni e rossi sugli alberi. E poi prati, pelouses, Wiesen, prati, pelouses, Wiesen… In questi prati ogni tanto qualche mucca bianca e nera, come te le immagini solo un po’ più magra, e zucche, zucche gigantesche ma disperse nel verde. Eppure qui Halloween pare non fare alcuna presa, i negozi sono pieni di alberi e lucette natalizie ma pumpkin’ e dolcettischerzetti proprio pochi. Beh, ci sono molti dolcetti ma è la Svizzera, bellezza, non Halloween.

Stringendomi anche io nella mia sciarpa nuova da 7 franchi, come una signora della Coin, guardo fuori e mi convinco che, mentre dormivo nella mia stanzetta accogliente e già in disordine come fosse davvero mia, deve esserci stata una esplosione nucleare. Ma poi mi dico che no, a Zurigo gente ce n’era e l’esplosione nucleare deve esserci stata dopo, in Turgovia, perché passiamo per i paesi e non si vede anima viva. Nessuno per le strade tranne, là in fondo, una macchina evidentemente senza conducente.

Frauenfeld, capitale del Kanton Thurgau, e c’è una Zuckerfabrik, una fabbrica di zucchero. Tutto grigio, tranne un manifesto elettorale verde con su scritto Thurgau Power (non so di chi sia, il verde qui è il colore di quasi tutti… nazi-SVP, verdi-Grünen, verdi-di-destra-Grünliberalen…). E tranne gli sbuffi bianchissimi dalle ciminiere di zucchero filato, barbapapa, Zuckerwatte.

Verso Weinfelden le colline si fanno più dolci e qualcuno, per le strade, si nota. Ma è quasi mezzogiorno e mi sembra addirittura che, attorno alla stazione di Weinfelden, ci sia un paese mentre le altre stazioni sembravano fantasma. Ci sono addirittura dei carrelli per le valige, al binario!

Arrivo a Konstanz e non me ne accorgo. Pare, infatti, che né la Confoederatio né la Bundesrepublik temano granché il vicino visto che non esiste controllo né effettiva frontiera. Mi viene il dubbio di non essere in Germania, di aver sbagliato treno e di essere in un’altra Costanza, magari non sul Mar Nero ma chi lo sa… poi vedo le rassicuranti cornette rosa di Deutsch Telekom e cerco dove diavolo si sarà messo ad aspettarmi lui, che sapeva che arrivavo alle 11:54 e che mi ha anche mandato un messaggio mezz’ora fa per confermarlo.

Lo aspetterò un’ora e qualcosa, in questa stazione più piccola di quella di Cornigliano, perché la sveglia non l’ha svegliato, ma ci sono abituato.

È strano perché non mi sembrano sette mesi che non lo vedo e non mi viene neanche da dirgli “Su racconta”, quindi parliamo come se ci fossimo visti ieri. Passeggiamo in Germania (sì, ha ragione bo-bo: quando si fa l’Erasmus si assume una seconda patria e la mia è inequivocabilmente questa, mi spiace per Parigi e, in misura assai minore, per Zurigo) e incontriamo il suo datore di lavoro, un signore di sessant’anni che ha ancora il codino, malgrado l’apparecchio acustico, che fa il padrone di un ristorante e ci offre il pranzo. A lui perché ieri ha lavorato bene, a me perché sono italiano ed è la prima volta che mi sento italiano-all’estero nel senso di Dean Martin e di Ma se ghe penso. Dopo l’ottimo pranzo (insalata, pasta con faglioli e pancetta “Che non avete fame fino a stasera!”, tiramisù e bonarda) camminiamo, raggiungiamo il lago, la statua di Imperia, il posto dove hanno fatto il Concilio e passiamo vicino alla casa di quell’ingenuotto di Jan Hus, che ci credeva davvero che li avrebbe convinti. Faccio un giro all’Uni, rimugino un po’ sugli orrori dell’architettura anni Sessanta, ritorvo la familiare moquette tedesca e poi, oltre un bosco che a me fa pensare ai serial killer più che ai funghi, mi fa vedere dove abita.

Alle sette riprendo il treno, cambio a Weinfelden (sì sì, ci deve essere per forza un paese qui attorno… c’è un sacco di gente sul binario) e verso le nove e qualcosa arrivo a casa dove la Susi sta guardando la serata elettorale. Ma questa è una storia poco autunnale, poco umidiccia e non sa di castagne e di brina, quindi ve la racconterò un’altra volta.

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