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chi è il figlio del quadrifoglio e della quadrifoglia?

il quadrifiglio.

When it comes to songs I don’t know which type of songs I like but I am very selective. I may like some songs of the bands but not all. Linkin Park is my favorite band and the band’s lead singer Chester Bennington is my favorite  singer.

Linkin Park

No need of any introduction for this rock band as everyone is aware of their best songs. But still for those unfortunates who don’t know….. Well “They are the best in the business”! Linkin Park is an American metal band. It was formed in 1996. Nu metal and rap are the band’s genres. Their debut album Hybrid Theory was a big success selling more than 4million copies. Well that was enough for a big fan base and moreover their following albums also got the same attention. Till now Hybrid Theory, Meteora and Minutes to midnight are the albums named to their fame and hard work and superb songs. They have won American Music Awards, Grammy Awards, MTV Asia Awards, and much more. The band members are Chester Bennington – vocals, rhythm guitar, Mike Shinoda – vocals, rhythm guitar, samples, keyboards, Brad Delson – lead guitar, backing vocals, Dave “Phoenix” Farrell – bass guitar, backing vocal, Rob Bourdon – drums, percussion, backing vocals, Mr. Hahn – turntables, programming, samples, backing vocals. I like many of their songs but these are the most which I like:

numb, crawling, somewhere I belong, in the end, place for my head, breaking the habit, points of authority.

Skillet

Skillet is a rock band which was formed in 1996. Band members: John Cooper – lead vocalist, bassist, his wife Korey Cooper – rhythm guitarist, keyboardist, vocalist, Ben Kasica – lead guitarist, and Jen Ledger – drummer, vocalist. Skillet, Hey You, I Love Your Soul, Invincible, Ardent Worship, Alien Youth, Collide, Comatose, and Awake are the albums till date. I like their guitar work and moreover John Cooper’s voice also impressed me. The band was also nominated for two Grammy Awards. Hard rock, industrial rock, and symphonic rock are the genres of the band. My personal best are:

Whispers in the dark, Rebirthing, Last night, collide.

Godsmack

Godsmack is an American heavy metal band formed in 1995.Band members: Sully Erna (founder and songwriter), Tony Rombola (guitarist), Robbie Merrill (bassist), and Shannon Larkin (drummer). Godsmack, Awake, Faceless, The Other Side, IV, Good Times, Bad Times…Ten Years of Godsmack. Godsmack has been nominated for four Grammy Awards. Alternative metal, heavy metal, nu metal post-grunge, rock are their genres. Faceless and IV were two consecutive #1 albums on the Billboard 200. I love their style of making and executing songs, though I only like their two songs: I stand alone and Straight out of line.

Besides the songs of these bands, I also like the song of Greenday – (Boulevard of broken dreams), Oasis – (Wonderwall), Blue – (One love), Enigma – (Sadness,Gravity of love), A perfect circle – (Rose).

Now why would she call me obscene?
I was her loyal love after all,
even after the accident

– James Steerforth ( © 2009 )

A what I would call ’suggestive haiku’ (or something like it, too not bothered to count syllables) written around Accident, Loyal and Obscene from 3WW.

Harry Potter e o Enigma do príncipe:

Filme de ação lançado oficialmente no dia 26 de Novembro.
Já no Brasil, o título demorou um pouco mais para ser definido. Após a imprensa ter adotado diversos títulos, de entre eles Harry Potter e o Príncipe Mestiço, Harry Potter e o Príncipe Bastardo e ainda Harry Potter e o Príncipe Morganático. Segundo Lia Wyler, a tradução literal (Príncipe Metade Sangue) não daria conta da ambigüidade do original e Rowling pediu três sugestões. “Mandei o Príncipe Misterioso, o Príncipe Mestiço e o Enigma do Príncipe. Ela escolheu o último”, conta Lia. Finalmente, na segunda quinzena de outubro, foi divulgado o título definitivo para o Brasil (Harry Potter e o Enigma do Príncipe)

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veja de onde veio esta informação!

Fonte: copie e cole no seu navegador o link:

http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter_and_the_Half-Blood_Prince

Link do filme:

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=9D9VJNC5

Este será o primeiro de uma série de enigmas.

No ORKUT  do Krause colocamos a senha , usando ela você pode acessar o próximo post e lá vai haver uma indicação do enigma com o código com o qual vocês deverão fazer alguma coisa.

DICA: as redes sociais estão interligadas. As mais acessadas são Twitter e Orkut.(redes sociais, contatos… falei de mais…)

E que a força esteja com vocês!

EU RECEBI O CONVITE PARA O NOVO ORKUT!!!!

Pessoas, leitores, terráqueos e qualquer outra raça que queira um desses convites!!Prestem bem atenção pois apenas entregaremos esta oportunidade para pessoas que se demonstrarem capazes de resolver enigmas de nossas cabeças!!!

Bem, aqui vou citar um pequeno manual de como procederá este concurso: haverá um post chamado “Enigma” e um número subseqüente.Cada um conterá um enigma, que lhe dará direito a senha para o próximo post.O próximo post, ou seja, o seguinte, necessitará de uma senha, e nele outro enigma.A cada 2 (DOIS) posts “Enigma” será sorteada uma leva de convites.No próximo post(neste caso será o 3, depois o 5 e etc…) começaram de novo os enigmas e jogos mentais.

Bem, boa sorte e ficam as dicas:

1. Usaremos de twitter a e-mails;
2. NÃO ENTREM EM PÂNICO!!;
3. Levem o enigma ao pé da letra, ele é fácil, apenas pede o que você nunca vai pensar.Não será nada impossível, apenas será algo que você nunca pensaria em situações normais;

Até o próximo “ENIGMA”…

E que a força esteja com vocês!

A verdade de um Homem nunca é simples.

Albert Camus

Clubul Enigma din Râmnicu Vîlcea se redeschide pe 21 noiembrie, şi cu această ocazie l-a invitat pe Rosario Internullo să mixeze.

Cairo Muse: Noor

Noor, one of the first to hear about FashionThreads and spread the word amongst her friends, has always impressed me with her versatile style.  The editorial associate at Enigma is pursuing her career in the fashion industry attending the Dubai Fashion Week, store openings and more, she even got acclaimed by Grazia UAE as best dressed at the Dubai Fashion Week; but seriously, lets move on to her, yet again, amazing outfit.  The all black look Noor is sporting can be defined as elegant, timeless, stylish, and sexy; all without trying too hard!  Noor is sporting a LBD, every girl’s wardrobe staple; click here for my LBD article.  The fashionista topped it off with a perfect trench, which she kept looking young and modern when she pushed the sleeves up.  Then come the accessories, the suede boots are the perfect shape but the statement jewelry add a spark to  the all black outfit; the gold chain necklace and statement large ethnic rings worn on her hands painted with deep purple nail polish.  Take a cue from Noor, an outfit doesn’t need a lot of everything to look chic!

Noor's Statement Jewelry

alifia uscată se alege cu zori

trecut sudoripar în alte valori

fast gînd anodin leac sau cîntări

filaj cortul sec

sex spintecat idolatrizări

masca urgiei metodice

luntrea cu scop de dări

croșetat zarea îmbibată de alcool

munți de formol axa tezei cochete

femur aghilotant naștere proiecte

antracit pervaz secolul nul

imaginație oarbă

solzi în recul

Este pasado fin de semana hicieron en Canal 9 (canal público de la comunidad valenciana) esta gran película.

Hacía mucho tiempo que no la veía, tenía ganas de hacerlo, pero soy bastante perro como para ponerme a bajármela de Internet, y sabiendo que Canal 9 siempre repite sus películas, era cuestión de esperar y tener suerte.

Para muchos les parecerá una mierda de película o adaptación del cómic, pero a mi me encanta. Nunca en mi vida he leído un cómic de Batman, todo lo que sé del hombre murciélago se lo debo a Canal 9 y una serie viejuna que hacían cuando yo era pequeño.

Personalmente me gusta muchísimo mas la ambientación de Batman Forever que la de El Caballero Oscuro (no estoy diciendo que sea mala, solo digo que la ambientación de una me gusta mas que la otra).

Lo que mas me gusta de esta película es el personaje de Dos Caras interpretado por Tommy Lee Jones (lo prefiero mil veces al villano normalucho interpretado por Aaron Eckhart). También me encanta como interpreta Jim Carrey a Enigma.

Es una película perfecta para ver un fin de semana aburrido y con un bol de palomitas.

Saludos.

The door knocker was shaped like a jungle cat; Rachel couldn’t tell what kind.  All the other apartment doors had plain brass knockers; it was like her aunt to use something different, to make a subtle statement.  Rachel let it fall from her fingers and it banged against the striker plate.  Inside the apartment, she could hear Aretha Franklin singing.  The music died abruptly and the door swung open.

Kate scanned the hallway behind Rachel, yanked her niece into the apartment and shut the door behind her.  “You sure you weren’t followed?”

Although she was startled, Rachel quickly recovered and killed her smile before it reached her lips.  “Who do you think you’re dealing with?” she asked haughtily.

“My apologies,” Kate said.  “You can never be too careful.  I got the el-supremo pizza, extra everything.  A treasure like that … people would kill for.”

“You know you’re insane, right?”

“Just practicing,” Kate called, heading for the kitchen.

Still laughing at her aunt’s antics, Rachel hit the pause button on the compact disc player and allowed Aretha to sing again.  Then she hung her coat in the closet and walked into the kitchen.  “Can I help you with anything?”  Two pizza boxes were stacked on the counter.  Kate was making coffee.

“Nope.  Just grab a plate and help yourself.  There’s soda in the fridge, unless you want a cup of coffee.”

Rachel made a face.  “Not with pizza.  That’s nasty.”

“I’d say it’s an acquired taste.  You like pizza, don’t you?” Kate asked and Rachel nodded.  “You like coffee, right?”  Another nod.  “Then have them together and save time.  It makes a great breakfast.”

“It sounds disgusting.  Thanks, but I’ll have a soda,” Rachel replied.  She opened the pizza box and helped herself to two thick slices.  “This is delicious.  Oh, you remembered the black olives!  No wonder you wanted to know if I was followed.”  Kate laughed with her and they finished eating in amicable silence, each lost in her own thoughts.  For the first time in a month, Rachel was relaxed and happy – Kate always accepted her, no matter what.  She never felt she had to prove anything with Kate; she could be herself without worrying what Kate would think.

Although she had promised Steve she would try to talk to Rachel, Kate was enjoying the time with her niece, and didn’t want to start a serious conversation yet.  There would be time for that later.  Kate planned to ask Rachel to spend the night, so there would be time tomorrow also.  Over the last several weeks, Rachel began to look better and seemed happier, more settled, but Kate could tell a lot was lurking beneath the surface.  Maybe Rachel would talk about it and maybe she wouldn’t, but Kate had promised Steve she would try.  That was all she could do.

“Joel sure was cute,” Kate said, stacking the plates in the sink.  “When did you start dating him?”

“Last night was our first date.”  Rachel grinned, thinking about him.  He was cute, in his own way.  And he had turned out to be a considerate, thoughtful guy.

“What happened to Dan?”

“We broke up Wednesday.”

“Well, you got another boyfriend fast.”  Kate poured another cup of coffee, then joined her niece at the table.

Rachel shrugged uncomfortably.  “Joel isn’t my boyfriend – we’re just friends, sort of.  He likes me, I think, but I’m just … I don’t know, not really into it, I guess.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“You mean about Dan?”  Rachel sighed and wished she could have a cigarette.  “It was just … I don’t know.  We got in an argument and it just kind of blew up.  And that was it.  It was over, just like that.”  Unconsciously, Rachel twisted her fingers around her necklace, the necklace Dan had given her for Christmas.  She twisted and untwisted, cutting off the circulation and making the tip of her finger red with blood.  She could still picture the scene outside the school.  After a minute, she looked up to find her aunt studying her.  Realizing what Kate must think, Rachel blushed, and said, “It wasn’t about, um, sex.  If that’s what you thought.”

“Rough week, huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.  I wish Mom was here sometimes.”

Perfect opening, Kate thought.  “So do I.”

Rachel flashed a tired smile.  “It’s like … something will happen and I’ll be all psyched to tell her about it and then it hits me again.”  Rachel took a deep breath and held it before letting it out.  “And then I think … how could I forget that?”  The lump in her throat thickened and she took a long drink of her soda.  “So what movies did you get?” she asked, wandering into the living room.

Kate followed her and sank onto the sofa, folding her legs beneath her.  “Talk to me, Rachel,” she coaxed gently.

Rachel picked up a movie from the coffee table, flipping it over in her hand.  “Austin Powers?  Cool.  I liked him in Wayne’s World, he was funny.”  Setting the movie on the edge of the table, Rachel settled on the opposite end of the couch and looked at her aunt.  “What’s the point of talking about it?  It doesn’t change anything.”

“It won’t change the facts, you’re right.  Talking about it might change the way you feel about it, though,” answered Kate.  Sitting in partial shadows, Rachel’s face was in silhouette and Kate couldn’t read her expression.  “It’s like letting something mold in the refrigerator.  After a while, the whole fridge smells, so you take out whatever spoiled and throw it down the garbage disposal, but that smell just lingers forever.  When you want to use the container again, all you think about is the moldy food that was in it the last time,” Kate continued as Rachel started to laugh.  “Did it really get clean?  Is there a germ hiding in the bottom of the bowl?  But,” she said, winding up for her main point, “if you throw the food away before it goes bad, you avoid the whole problem.  No strain, less stress.”

Rachel looked thoughtful.  “So you’re saying that I should eat the leftovers before they go bad and then I’ll feel better about my mother?”

Almost before the words were out of her mouth, a couch pillow hit Rachel squarely in the chest.  “I’m serious,” Kate scolded, but she couldn’t hide a smile.

“Yeah, I know.”  Rachel clutched the pillow to her body.  “It’s just … I don’t know what to say.  I don’t even know where to start.  Everyone keeps telling me I’ll feel better if I talk about it, but Kate, how am I supposed to feel better? I’m not even sure I should feel better.  Life goes on, everyone knows that, but … I feel like everyone wants to pretend nothing happened.”  She fell silent for a moment.  Kate did not interrupt her thoughts.  “It isn’t fair,” Rachel continued in a low voice.  “There’s still so much I want to say, stuff I didn’t ask.  Dad can’t help with any of that, you know how he is.”

Kate listened quietly, waiting for the rest of it.  There was more, much more, she could tell by the pinched look on Rachel’s face.  Nervously Rachel picked at a ragged hangnail, lost in thought.

“When I first went back to school, everyone acted like I had a disease or something.  Like they could catch it if they got too close to me or talked to me too long.  Dan and Jen were the only ones who didn’t treat me like a leper.  They even tried to get me to talk about it, but when I did, they had no idea what I was saying.  So I just … shut it off, I tried to turn it off, but it was always right there, waiting for me,” Rachel tapped the pillow against her body for emphasis.  She took a long drink of her soda, trying to wash away the tears that clogged her throat, but it didn’t work.  Her voice shook with emotion and she took several deep breaths to steady herself.

Kate’s own eyes filled with tears as she watched her niece struggle to regain control.  She resisted the urge to pull Rachel into her arms, knowing that if she did, it would break the moment and the conversation would be over.  Some pain simply had to be felt – there was no comfort.  Aretha finished a song and the cd player clicked off, leaving the room in an uncomfortable silence.  Biting her cheek to keep from commenting, Kate waited for Rachel to continue.

“Anyway,” Rachel said, after what seemed an eternity to her aunt, “I just feel like I’m behind an invisible, sound-proof wall.  I can talk, but no one understands me.  It’s weird.  Before, I guess I took everything for granted and now, I don’t care enough to take it for granted.  Does that makes sense?”

Kate nodded.  “Perfect sense.”

“Dad –” Rachel started, then stopped.  Sensing that Rachel was getting to the root of her misery, Kate raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.  “I just don’t get it.”  The tears came then, and Rachel abruptly left the room.

Kate let her breath out in a rush and poured herself another cup of coffee.  She felt out of her depth, afraid that she wouldn’t have the words her niece needed to hear when the time came.  Sending up a silent prayer, she walked back into the living room and found Rachel on the couch, dabbing her eyes with tissue from the bathroom.

“I’m sorry, Kate,” Rachel mumbled.  Her mascara had run, creating black streaks under her eyes, emphasizing her winter pallor and making her look even younger and more vulnerable.  “Where was I?” she asked with a weak smile.

“You mentioned your dad,” Kate reminded her.

“Ah, yes, Daddy Dearest.  He’s off on his own little trip lately.  He acts like nothing’s changed at all.”  Here Rachel paused again, hesitant to bring up the relationship between her father and her aunt.  After a moment she cleared her throat and gazed at Kate.  “Like the thing with Mom’s closet.  Just clear everything out and act like nothing happened.  What’s up with that?  It’s like I don’t have anything to say about it and that really makes me mad because that stuff is important to me, even if he doesn’t care about it anymore.”

“Look, Rachel, there’s a lot more to it than that.  It’s just that sometimes people handle their pain in different ways.  For him, it’s easier to put it away and try not to think about it,” Kate said carefully, “and for you, it’s different.  Just like it’s different for me.  It doesn’t mean he didn’t love her or that he doesn’t miss her.”

“But he’s going out with you,” Rachel said suddenly, forcefully.  Anger tightened her chest and she unconsciously clenched her fists.

Kate looked astonished.  The words came flying out of nowhere, taking her completely by surprise.  “We … we’re friends, Rachel.”  Steve had apparently not told his daughter he was attending Alcoholics Anonymous meetings.  Kate went with him; she had been in Alanon for years, because of her ex-husband.

“Yeah, that’s what he says, too.”

“And you doubt that?” Kate asked, beginning to lose hold of her own temper.

“Come on, I’m not that stupid.”

Reminding herself that she was not speaking to an adult, but a teenager, Kate tried to rein in her annoyance.  In a sense, this was Rachel’s business, too, and she had a right to know what was going on.  It was Steve’s decision to tell Rachel that he was sober; Kate felt like choking Steve for not telling Rachel he was in AA.  “We are friends, Rachel,” Kate said more calmly.  “That’s all there is to it.  When I was married, the four of us spent a lot of time together.  We’ve known each other a long time and we care about each other.  I’m sorry if you have a problem with that.”

“I should have known you would defend him.  So tell me, were you having an affair before Mom died, or what?”

The back of Kate’s hand connected soundly with Rachel’s cheek, stunning both of them.  Rachel stared at her aunt defiantly, the hand print standing out on her face.  Kate’s entire body trembled.  “Don’t ever speak to me like that again,” she said in a low voice, fighting to regain control of her emotions.

Bright tears stood in Rachel’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall.  Standing slowly, she looked down at Kate and said, “I guess that answers the question,” she said softly.  “Thanks for the pizza.”  Calmly she got her coat and opened the front door.

“Rachel!  Wait!”  Kate leaped from the couch, but the door had already clicked softly closed.  She threw it open and looked out in the hall, but Rachel had already turned the corner.  Slamming the apartment door behind her and muttering ominous curses under her breath, Kate picked up the phone to call Steve Harris.

*****

The night sky was free of clouds; a clear half-moon nestled among the stars.  The apartment complex was quiet; everyone had settled in for the evening.  Rachel walked quickly to her car, trying to clear her mind.  Her cheek still burned where Kate had slapped her, but Rachel supposed she deserved the blow.  She had never said anything like that to Kate before and she knew she never would again.  Hot shame and cold anger mixed in her stomach, making her feel ill.  As she folded herself into the driver’s seat, Rachel felt tears sliding down her face, but didn’t wipe them away; she didn’t have the energy.

Rachel felt her relationship with her aunt shift slightly, as if they had physically moved apart; it would never be the same again, no matter what happened next.  Her eyes cut involuntarily to her aunt’s apartment windows, but the blinds were drawn and she could only see a light burning in the living room.  Slowly her breathing returned to its normal rate and she reached under the passenger seat, feeling for the bottle she had left there.  When her fingers closed around it, she breathed an audible sigh of relief.  Yanking it from beneath the seat, she held it up to the light.  Half empty.

Smiling a little, Rachel twisted off the cap and drank from the bottle.  The alcohol burned its way down her esophagus, making her eyes water, but she ignored the sting and took another swallow.  On the screen inside her mind, she replayed a commercial for an alcohol and drug treatment center.  “Call the number on your screen.  We can help.  Call today.”  Rachel laughed cynically.  She took another drink from the bottle, then replaced it under the seat.  The taste still made her grimace, but she was almost used to it now.

She started the car and looked around.  She had no idea where she wanted to go, but she couldn’t go home yet.  As she pulled out of the parking lot, she thought of Joel.  Joel might be home and if he was, he would be happy to see her.  Rachel smiled a little at her conceit but the thought remained.  She pulled into a convenience store parking lot and searched her bag for change, hoping she could remember his number.

Miraculously, he was home and answered the phone on the second ring.  When she heard his voice, Rachel instantly felt calmer.  She played it cool, saying only that she was out for a drive.  Immediately, Joel invited her to his house and when Rachel accepted, he gave her directions.  Before heading for his house, Rachel stopped at her favorite liquor store and was happy that the young clerk was on duty again.  She purchased a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and stored it under the seat next to the empty vodka bottle.  Consulting the scrap paper containing Joel’s directions, she turned left out of the parking lot and headed for the interstate.  Less than ten minutes later, she was in Joel’s neighborhood and again she studied the directions, trying to get her bearings while keeping one eye on the road.  Trees lined the streets with cars parked on both curbs.  The night was dark and despite the streetlights, Rachel squinted, trying to see in the black night.  Twice she took wrong turns, but slowly worked her way to Joel’s house.

When she found the address, Rachel pulled to the curb and parked on the street, although no cars were in the narrow driveway.  Joel’s motorcycle partially blocked the walkway leading to the house.  He told her on the phone that his mother and stepfather were out for the evening, so Rachel did not attempt to conceal the liquor store sack as she walked to the front door.

Joel opened the door before she knocked and Rachel wondered if he had been watching for her.  “Hi,” he greeted her, grinning his confident grin.  “I’m glad you called.”  Joel took her coat and led her deeper into the house.

Rachel looked around nervously.  The living room looked even smaller than it was, overstuffed with furniture and knick-knacks.  If there was a decorating theme, Rachel couldn’t identify it.  Pier 1 Imports mixed with Function Junction, with plenty of silk flowers and needlepoint artwork.  The furniture was slightly worn and comfortable-looking and although the rooms were neat and clean, people obviously lived there.  In Rachel’s house, it was not always apparent whether it was a home or a museum.  “Oh, I almost forgot,” Rachel blurted and thrust the sack at Joel.  “Here, a little present.”

Joel looked into the bag, a sly grin lighting his face.  “Ah, my favorite,” he said, pulling the bottle of Jack Daniel’s from the sack.  “How did you know?”  He smiled at her again and went into the kitchen.  Rachel followed him, still taking in her surroundings.

“Mind reader,” she said, tapping her temple.  “You said something at the party, that if you drank, you liked beer or Jack.  I don’t like beer much, so I got the Jack.”  Watching Joel as he prepared the drinks, Rachel thought again that he was beginning to act differently toward her.  It was something to think about later, she decided, as he handed her a glass.  He had been generous with the whiskey.

“Want a coke to go in that?  Water?”

“Now why ruin a good drink by putting soda in it?” she asked mockingly.

“You’re tougher than I am, Rachel.  I can’t drink it straight.”  Joel poured half a can of Coke into his glass, then raised it as if in toast.  “Just what I needed,” he declared, taking a long drink.

Impulsively, Rachel crossed the few feet between them and raised up on her toes to kiss his cheek.  Surprisingly, Joel blushed, then he smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her mouth.  “What was that for?”

Rachel shrugged, her blue eyes smiling at him.  “Guess I just felt like it.”

“You should feel that way more often.  A lot more often,” he said, and Rachel laughed.  He took her hand and led her to the rec room in the basement.  A regulation pool table took up the middle of the room.  Tucked into a corner was an old pinball machine; a wet bar was against the other wall.  Several folded metal chairs leaned against the bar and a love seat took up space in the other corner.

Joel led her around the pool table and through the open doorway to his bedroom and Rachel was surprised again.  He had painted the walls a soft gray and had sponged black paint over it in random patterns.  The effect was very mature and a little sexy.  His bed consisted of two mattresses on the floor instead of on a frame, with a colorful crocheted blanket.  An expensive-looking boom box was in one corner and neat stacks of compact discs were piled in a box next to it.  On the wall above the mini-stereo was a framed poster of a saxophone against a black background; two hands, encased in white gloves, held the instrument.  He used the rest of the wall space to hang other posters; he seemed equally interested in mountain scenery and rock concert posters.

A huge computer desk was in the opposite corner from the stereo.  His computer rested on it, along with some of his school books.  Casually, Rachel walked over to his desk and glanced at them.  Chemistry, trigonometry.  It seemed there was more to him than she first thought.  “Trig?  I’m impressed.”

“Hardly impressive,” Joel said.  He reached over her shoulder and set his glass on the desk.  Then he turned the computer on.  “Let me get another chair,” he added and disappeared into the other room. He reappeared with a folding chair, gesturing for her to sit at the desk.

“I still think it’s cool, Joel.  You sure don’t look that smart,” Rachel teased.

“Another one of my secrets.  Don’t tell anyone, okay?  The world thinks I’m just another pretty face.”

Rachel drained her glass and held it out for him to refill.  “Yeah, but how can you party all the time?  Like I said, I can’t get through geometry stone cold sober.”  She was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol; a layer of smog covered her brain and she had to enunciate each word carefully to keep from slurring them.

Joel chuckled and topped off his own drink.  “My reputation has been slightly exaggerated, I think.  I don’t party nearly as much as people think I do, but I couldn’t care less what they think.  Besides, if they think I’m a stoner, they underestimate me and I have an advantage.  If I want to be a lawyer, college is usually required,” he said sardonically.  “To get into a decent school, I have to have the grades.  So I work my ass off and when I’m finished, I reward myself sometimes.  That’s all there is to it.”

“College is something I’ve tried not to think about.  Why spend four more years being bored out of my mind?  Especially when someone has to pay for me to be bored.  And you’re talking about college and then law school after that.  Doesn’t make much sense to me.  It’s just a game anyway,” said Rachel moodily.  Instead of taking her mind off things, the liquor intensified her depression.

“Sure it’s a game,” Joel said, grinning.  “You’re just bummed because you have to play by their rules.  But,” he continued, lowering his voice as if he were sharing a secret, “when the game is over, if you’ve been a good player, you get to play your own game and make up your own rules.  That’s what makes it worth the trouble.”  His tone was light, but his expression was serious.

Despite herself, Rachel smiled back at him.  “You have it all figured out, don’t you?  Must be nice.  I can’t even figure out next week.”

“Baffle ‘em with bullshit.”

“What?”

“You’ve never heard that?  My grandfather used to say that all the time.  If you can’t dazzle ‘em with brilliance, baffle ‘em with bullshit.”

“Smart guy.”

“Yeah, he was cool.  Always knew the right thing to say.  He was always around for me, something I can’t say about my father,” Joel said soberly.

Rachel didn’t answer.  Yet another side of Joel emerged and it enthralled her – it was as if she were looking through a kaleidoscope, watching new patterns reveal themselves.

Joel clicked the mouse and began playing a game of solitaire.  His eyes were hooded and Rachel could see the muscles in his jaw moving as he worked to keep the emotion out of his voice.  The cards flew across the screen while the silence between them deepened, broken only by the beeps of the computer.

“He left us when I was seven,” said Joel after a time.  His eyes never left the computer screen.  “One day, everything was fine and the next day he was gone.  I found out later that a lot of stuff had been going on, but at the time I kept thinking I had done something wrong, had made him mad somehow.”  His bangs fell across his eyes and he made no move to brush them aside.  “My grandfather helped us out a lot – helped me out a lot.  I was on my way to getting in trouble and he made sure I stayed in line.”  Joel continued to play the game rapidly, almost casually, but his eyes were always moving, seeking the next card, the next play.  Rachel could almost see his brain working.  When he reached the point where he could make no more moves, Joel restarted the game, but sat back in his chair and looked at Rachel.  “So that is my sad story.”

“Is he – I mean –” Rachel smiled uncertainly and gave a little shrug.

“He had a massive heart attack last year.  In the summer, in the middle of the day, he was mowing his lawn.  He wouldn’t let me do it.”  Joel smiled.  “Independent right to the end and he was almost eighty.  I hope I’m like him, definitely don’t want to be like his son.  So I know how you feel, kind of, losing someone like that.  It’s hard.”

“Yeah.”

“It gets easier.  You get to a point where it doesn’t hurt so much to think about it.”
“Yeah,” Rachel repeated.  “I don’t want to talk about this.”  Unable to meet his gaze, she twirled her glass on the desk, making little patterns from the rings of condensation.

“Sorry.”

“No big deal, Joel.  Do you have anything on here besides solitaire?”

“Sure.  Do you want to save the world from evil forces?  Shoot down planes in World War II?  Or challenge your mind with puzzle games?”

“How about something simple?”

“I can do simple, too.”  He reached for a disc box on the edge of the desk and flipped through the discs.  “I have other card games, too, if you want.”

“You choose, Joel.  I’ll leave my fate in your hands.”

El New Age no es un género musical, es más bien la definición de una cultura amplia que abarca filosofía, religión, comportamiento humano, arte y música; música que en 50 años se ha construido a partir de la invitación a la relajación, la armonía, los instrumentos, los sonidos de la naturaleza, la unión con el universo y la meditación como fin.

ENIGMA es el proyecto detrás del misterioso músico rumano Michael Cretu quien, asentado en Ibiza España, ha producido varios albumes tan envolventes y alabados por la crítica, donde sacamos nuestra entrada numero 100, quien diría! haber llegado hasta aquí me ha causado mucha emoción y alegría; desde ya agradezco a todos los que se han tomado su tiempo para ver lo que aquí humildemente se opina.

Para tan magno evento Mónica Ivette (quien sino?) ha sugerido RETURN TO INNOCENSE: canción completa, potente, expresiva y soberbia tanto en forma como en fondo, disfruten!

Love-Devotion
Feeling-Emotion

Don’t be afraid to be weak
Don’t be too proud to be strong
Just look into my heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence.

If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don’t hide
Just believe in destiny.

Don’t care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don’t give up ant use the chance
To return to innocence

That’s not the beginning of the end
That’s the return to yourself
The return to innocence

Goog evening…
This is the voice of Enigma

In the next hour
we will take you with us
into another world,
into the world of music, spirit and meditation
Turn off the light,
take a deep breath
and relax

start to move slowly,
very slowly
Let the rhythm be your
guiding light

Enigma It List Cover

The latest edition of Enigma collaborated with Beymen dressing up Cairo’s IT crowd (featuring Ganz, Beks, Samba, Heba Elawadi, Lara Scandar and more).  Get your hands on a copy, it is worth it!

Ghada Adel in a Malak Ezzawy Dress

SPOTTED: Ghada Adel strutting the Cairo Film Festival in a purple with gold accent Malak El Ezzawy design!

Little Me Opening

For all you mothers out there IN ALEX, Liitle Me is opening a store TODAY, at 1 Houda St. from Shaarawy Road, Right next to Retro.

Elle Exhibition on Dec 5th

Mark your calendars for the next Elle Exhibition on Dec. 5th & 6th, 2009 at the Imperial Boat, Zamalek.