Hank Swan era o melhor cavaleiro de todo reino de Oren, suas histórias eram contadas por todos os vilarejos espalhando a sua imagem de herói pelo povo e conquistando respeito entre os exércitos.

Era temido por todos os ladinos do reino pela sua fama de impiedoso e justo, até hoje, não se tem relato de algum ladino que tenha escapado de suas mãos.

Oren era um reino pacato, mais nem sempre foi assim…

Aproximadamente  dez anos traz  o exército de Heine , reino vizinho , invadiu Oren  na tentativa de depor o rei e unificar os dois reinos.

Hank  foi convocado a apresentar-se imediatamente ao castelo para defender o seu rei, despediu-se de sua esposa Helena ,  que com lagrimas nos olhos  pedia aos Deuses para que ele voltasse para casa vivo, deu um beijo em seu filho e partiu.

A batalha estendesse pelos próximos  cinco dias, o exército de Heine bateu em retirada , imediatamente o rei ordenou que  começassem a contagem e retirada dos corpos.

Um mensageiro se aproxima , todos olham apreensivos , em tempos de guerra  todos sabiam que ele não portava boas noticias.

Ele para ao lado de Hank , abre a sacola, retira uma carta e a entrega a ele.  A carta vinha de Silverfall,  um pequeno vilarejo onde morava com sua família, era escrita pelo general Eric que comandava as tropas enviadas para defender as fronteiras ao sul de Oren.

A carta dizia:

“Caro Hank, estávamos a caminho das fronteiras ao sul quando uma forte luz transformava a escuridão em dia. Ordenei aos soldados que mudássemos o rumo  para saber o que estava acontecendo. Não pude acreditar ,  Silverfall inteira estava em chamas, fizemos uma busca pelos arredores  mais não encontramos ninguém, temo que o pior tenha acontecido meu amigo.”

Imediatamente ele parte rumo a silverfall, mas como dizia a carta, o pior tinha acontecido. Ele procura desesperadamente por sua família, mais tudo que encontra são escombros e cinzas.

Desde este dia , Hank nunca mais foi  mesmo ,  passava  suas noites  em uma taberna   bebendo varias cervejas e aliviando a libido com as prostitutas, tentado buscar algum sentido em continuar vivendo.

Em uma dessas noites,  já ébrio, estava a caminho de sua casa quando é abordado por uma mulher. Ela tenta iniciar um diálogo:

- Linda noite não?

Hank olha para a mulher , e com um tom de voz sarcástico responde:

-Apenas mais uma como todas as outras.

A mulher tenta  mais uma vez:

-Não vejo uma lua tão bonita assim a anos.

Hank decide colocar um fim na conversa:

-Já esta tarde , uma mulher deveria estar em casa com seu marido ou cuidando dos filhos e não de conversa com homem bêbado que ela nem mesmo conhece.

A  mulher responde retirando  o capuz que escondia seu rosto:

-você está certo, por isso eu vim buscar o meu marido.

Hank olha sobre os ombros e parece não acreditar no que vê:

-Helena?  Não pode ser , os Deuses só podem estar brincando comigo.

- Não Hank, sou eu mesma , sua Helena , assim que você partiu o exército de Heine invadiu Silverfall.  Em quanto os homens da cidade tentavam inutilmente defender nosso vilarejo, mulheres e crianças corriam na tentativa de se salvarem. Os soldados queimaram tudo que viam pela frente, rapidamente a cidade inteira estava em chamas. Corri com nosso filho para as montanhas,  fomos encontrados por um mercador que passava por ali, ele nos deu comida e nos levou até a cidade mais próxima. Nosso filho era muito pequeno , Silverfall estava praticamente destruída, tentei por várias vezes escrever para você  mais nunca recebi resposta. Arrumei um emprego de garçonete numa taberna da cidade durante o dia e dormia num quarto vago que havia nos fundos com nosso filho.

-E nosso filho?

-Está bem , a espera do pai.

-Como você me encontrou Helena?

-Um dia entra um soldado na taberna e pede uma cerveja, quando me virei para entregar a bebida vi que era o general Eric.

-Ele me contou que silverfall tinha sido reconstruída e que você passava todas as noite se embriagando numa taberna aqui perto.

-Eu procurei vocês por toda parte ,  esperei por dias acordado em frente ao que sobrou da nossa casa,  todos me diziam que vocês tinham morrido , mais eu não queria acreditar.

-Nada mais importa Hank , eu estou aqui , e seu filho está a sua espera , vamos para casa.

Visst är det stört? Jag fick inte ens dricka kaffe eller te för ortorexin! Och varför, jo för att man “smutsar” ner kroppen av det…

Det är också en dålig sak med ortorexin. Just det här själva renlevnadstänket… jag visste att te och kaffe inte innehöll några kalorier och skulle definitivt inte göra mig tjock men däremot innehåller det ju små spår av koffein och andra beroendeframkallande ämnen… och det är ju inte alls bra… eller hur? *ironisk*

Därför drack jag bara vatten i flera år.

Aldrig heller någon lightläsk, visserligen är det i princip kalorifritt men fortfarande sunkar det ner kroppen och fick mig att må psykiskt dåligt… Därför var lightläsk var också totalförbjudet (och har fortfarande svårt för, det är ren lyx att unna sig det ibland)

Ja, kanske börjar ni nu så smått verkligen förstå hur liten min värld egentligen har varit?

Jag har ganska nyligen gått in i en fas där jag tillåter mig både kaffe och te och har verkligen upptäckt tjusningen med varma drycker. Och vilket utbud det finns alltså, jag blir helt skakig av lycka!

Försöker “hinna ikapp” o testa o smaka så mycket som det bara går. Jag har ju missat så otroligt mycket under min tid som asket. Blir lite generad av tanken att både kaffe och te skänker mig så mycket glädje och bidrar till plågsam beslutsångest när jag står hos tehandlaren och luktar och snusar på de olika sorterna. Men jag bjuder på det!

Och nu står julen för dörren… jag har aldrig testat julkaffe, hur smakar det? Är det gott? Jag gillar väldigt starka smaker och starkt kaffe, någon som kan tipsa om något?

Jag har även hunnit med att testa rött glöggte, det var helt okej men nu fick jag nyss veta att det finns ännu fler julsorter ute i butikerna. Hur ska jag kunna välja? Vilka skulle ni ha valt av dessa?

1. Pepparkakste

2. Marsipante (vet dock inte var jag hittar det, men låter himla gott)

3. Lusste (med saffran)

4. Te med smak av nötter

Tips på något annat gott julte som ni själva gillar? Jag bor i Stockholm så tips på bra butiker uppskattas jättemycket?

hey engkorang nak tahu tak (style mami jarum) ,area-area umah aku ni ada 2 ekor binatang pelik aa..tapi kalau siang-siang tak pernah lagi aku nampak, malam ja 2 ekor ni keluar. badan dia besar sikit dari kucing, tapi kaki pendek. bila jalan terkedek-kedek. budak-budak ni cakap rakun. teringin sebenarnya nak tangkap gambar binatang tu, tapi time jumpa tak la pulak bawa kamera. setakat ni dah 3,4 kali la aku nampak. ok la nak senang cerita mari kita namakan 2 ekor binatang tersebut. syamim (bukan nama sebenar) dan juga hilmi (bukan nama sebenar)..eh tapi 2 ekor ni macam berpasangan, so mesti jantan-betina isn`t it? haha tetiba ckp omputih. ok kita tukar nama hilmi kepada iza(bukan nama sebenar)..amacam? seekor nama syamim, seekor lagi nama iza. cun? sila tepuk tangan

binatang ni macam tak takut dengan manusia. bila nampak aku tak pula dia lari terkedek-kedek. aku pula yang takut dengan mereka. tapi aku tak setuju la yang mereka tu rakun. sebab bila aku search google, rupa rakun macam ni.

eh silap..

yang ni

haa yang ni..

tapi yang aku nampak tu bentuknya macam lain. takda pula ekor panjang berjela macam tu. hmm ni rakun jepun kot.

kalau aku tangkap, ambil bela orait gak kan..boleh dia tangkap sekalian lipas yang duduk free tak bayar sewa dalam umah aku ni kan..

eh tapi kan, aritu kat tempat letak basikal tu ada tahi. eh takmau la guna perkataan tahi di sini. kita tukar dengan SHIT. haa kan lagi mesra alam. aku rasa la, tu shit si rakun tersebut. sebab sini takda pula anjing ka kucing berkeliaran. manusia berkeliaran tu banyak la. tapi takkan la manusia punya shit kot kan. ok kita buat andaian di sini bahawa shit tersebut milik rakun itu. bau dia nak habaq mai kat hampa, fuhhh batal posa tau kalau bau. hehe tipu ja, takda la busuk sangat pun. tahi apa yang wangi kan??

baru teringat, dulu masa darjah 4,5 aku pi tuisyen kat seorang cikgu ni. cikgu ni serba boleh wa cakap lu. sains, mate, english suma dia ajar. huh tamak punya olang. haha..eh tak baik mengata guru, nanti tak berkat. dia kata dia nak cipta pil kentut wangi. bila kentut boleh bau vanilla ka,oren ka,strawbery ka lavender. pastu bila kentut kat mak mertua, mak mertua akan cakap “wah wanginya kentut kamu labu,kentut la lagi sekali”..serius, aku copy paste sebiji-sebiji ayat dia cakap. kalau boleh aku nak ambil video muka dia sekali time tu..cikgu ni memang lucah abis. time dia mengajar mesti budak perempuan tak berani sangat angkat kepala. semua tunduk tengok lantai ja. teringat dulu dia ajar cara nak hafal rumus kos. kan kos sama dengan bersebelahan bahagi hipotenus. kalu dia ajar hafal rumus serius aku cakap, sekali ja boleh terus hafal. Kos = “K*te Bangla Hitam”..Huh tengok, sampai sekarang pun aku hafal lagi.

pastu dia kata anak dia ramai, dekat 10 orang kot. 9 pistol, sorang ja karipap. ces bedebah. tapi rindu la kat dia, banyak ilmu aku tuntut dari dia. terima kasih Cikgu Malek !

Nach dem das Video Her Morning Elegance von Oren Lavie mit 8.266.338 Aufrufen ein echter viraler Durchstarter war (ich berichtete), ist eine Aufnahme dieser Idee schon naheliegend. Nur muss man das ganze Projekt dann auch richtig umsetzen, um sich nicht der Lächerlichkeit preiszugeben. Des Weiteren sollte es natürlich auch thematisch in irgendeiner Weise passen. Beides ist der Agentur Cohen + West für Ihren Kunden FKK Fashion gelungen. Sehr cooler Spot!

FKK Fashion – Spirited (Stop Motion)

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Gender: Masculine
Origin: Hebrew
Meaning: “ash tree; pine tree.”
אֹרֶן
(oh-rehn)

The name was originally a Biblical name, in old Hebrew the name possibly meant “ash tree” while in modern Hebrew it has evolved into meaning “pine tree.” In the Old Testament, Oren is a minor character, the son of Jerahmeel 1 Chroncles 2:25. The name is fairly common in Israel. A feminine form is Orna אָרְנָה

Deep Denial

Why the Holocaust Still Matters

• Michael B. Oren

Toughened by their frontier ethos, steeled by serial wars, Israelis are not prone to flattery. Most, in fact, eschew using the closest equivalent to the Hebrew word for flattery–chanupa–in favor of the derisive Yiddish-derivative, firgun. An Israeli joke holds that the word, slashed by a red diagonal line, graces the exit from Ben-Gurion Airport, together with the warning, “You are now entering a Firgun Free Zone.”

Not surprisingly, then, several Israeli commentators reacted unflatteringly to Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s recent speech to the U.N. General Assembly. Though many international leaders and even the audience in the U.N. hall applauded Netanyahu, his words were lambasted in Haaretz by Tom Segev as “unnecessary and embarrassing” and by Gideon Levy as “demagogic” and “insulting to the intelligence.” Aluf Benn, one of Israel’s most respected journalists, faulted the prime minister for failing to address a global, rather than an Israeli, audience.

The bulk of the speech highlighted the threat of Iranian nuclearization, the travesty of the Goldstone Report, and Israel’s hopes for a peace with the Palestinians based on security and mutual recognition. Yet criticism of the prime minister virtually ignored these topics and focused instead on his opening remarks, about the Holocaust. “One third of all Jews perished in the great conflagration of the Holocaust,” Netanyahu reminded the delegates. “Nearly every Jewish family was affected, including my own.” He went on to assail President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, the world’s premier Holocaust denier, who had addressed the same assembly the previous day, as well as those ambassadors who did not walk out on him. “Have you no shame?” Netanyahu upbraided them. “Have you no decency?”

Detractors of Netanyahu alleged that, by asserting the reality of the Holocaust, he stooped to Ahmadinejad’s level–worse, that he granted credibility to the Iranian thug by debating him over a universally accepted truth. “If 64 years after World War II concluded with Hitler’s fall … the debate on the reality of the Holocaust has reached the UN General Assembly,” Benn wrote, “then Ahmadinejad has succeeded in instilling doubt.”

Perhaps because they were raised in a society suffused with Holocaust consciousness, some Israelis might be unaware of the extent of ignorance of the Final Solution throughout the world, even in the United States, and especially among youth. Confronted with the enormity of the horror, many young people today–much like American Jewish leaders in 1942–react with incredulousness, rendering them susceptible to denial. Millions of Muslims, moreover, subscribe to the syllogism: If Israel was created by Europeans out of Holocaust guilt, and the Holocaust never occurred, then Israel’s existence is unjust. Where better than the General Assembly, a body established in response to World War II and affording a global audience, to reaffirm the veracity of an event now so widely questioned if not refuted?

But in concentrating on the prime minister’s preamble, critics overlook the deeper connections between the Holocaust and his subsequent themes. Recognizing the murder of six million Jews more than six decades ago is, in fact, vital for understanding the supreme dangers posed to six million Jews in Israel today by a nuclear Iran and by the Goldstone Report. Reasserting the factuality of the Holocaust is a prerequisite for peace.

Many factors contributed to the Holocaust–European anti-Semitism, mass murder technologies, and Allied indifference–but none more elemental than the Jews’ inability to defend themselves. Israel and its citizen Defense Forces represent the most palpable means for redressing that incapacity.

Accordingly, denying the Holocaust not only deprives Israel of its raison d’être, but, more nefariously still, it invalidates the Jews’ need to defend themselves. So, the Iranian leader proceeds to arm Hamas and Hezbollah and produce nuclear weapons while claiming that the Jews of Israel–like those of 1940s Europe–have nothing to fear. But Ahmadinejad does not stop short at merely deeming the Holocaust a “fairy tale;” rather, he portrays Israel as a Nazi state–guilty of perpetrating the very offenses against the Palestinians that the Nazis never did to the Jews.

Where Ahmadinejad leaves off, the Goldstone Report, or, as it is officially called, the “United Nations Fact Finding Mission on the Gaza Conflict,” persists. The U.N. mission purports to have investigated Israel’s military action in Gaza last winter, an operation launched in response to the firing of more than 7,000 Hamas missiles at Israeli towns since Israel’s 2005 withdrawal from the Strip. But instead of probing Hamas’s deliberate effort to maximize Israeli civilian casualties and its doctrine of hiding behind Palestinian human shields, the judges interviewed handpicked Hamas witnesses, several of them senior commanders disguised as civilians, and uncritically accepted their testimony. Inexorably, the report, which presumed Israel’s guilt, condemned the Jewish state for crimes against humanity and for mounting a premeditated campaign against Gaza civilians.

The Goldstone Report goes further than Ahmadinejad and the Holocaust deniers by stripping the Jews not only of the ability and the need but of the right to defend themselves. If a country can be pummeled by thousands of rockets and still not be justified in protecting its inhabitants, then at issue is not the methods by which that country survives but whether it can survive at all. But more insidiously, the report does not only hamstring Israel; it portrays the Jews as the deliberate murderers of innocents–as Nazis. And a Nazi state not only lacks the need and right to defend itself; it must rather be destroyed.

Ahmadinejad’s genocidal rhetoric and the iniquity of the Goldstone Report notwithstanding, Israel will, of course, continue to defend its citizens. No amount of vitriol will compel Israel onto a course of self-destruction. But what will be destroyed is any chance for peace. Having twice withdrawn unilaterally to recognized borders and received only onslaughts in return, and having suffered censure for protecting themselves from that aggression, Israelis will understandably recoil from additional retreats that will leave them vulnerable. Israelis, moreover, will not withdraw from any territory liable to become staging grounds for terrorist groups empowered by international agencies and convinced of their ability to murder Israelis with impunity.

Israel will pursue policies with or without firgun. But by making the connection between the Holocaust and its denial, the Iranian nuclear program, and the Goldstone Report, Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has exposed the venal narrative that concludes with Israel’s paralysis. By reaffirming Israel’s right to safeguard its citizens, he has demarcated the only path to peace.

Michael B. Oren is Israel’s ambassador to the United States.

The Undiplomatic Michael Oren

Andrew Sullivan

I thought ambassadors were supposed to smoothe over rifts, not inflame them. And I thought they were supposed to speak to the broadest number of citizens in the countries to which they have been appointed, not provide inflammatory rants to the already-persuaded. But this Michael Oren piece in TNR abandons any pretense of diplomatic balance.

The premise of Oren’s piece is that Israel faces a new Nazism represented by Ahmadinejad and Holocaust deniers but, to an even greater extent, by the South African liberal, Richard Goldstone, and the United Nations. Oren seems to be arguing that Gaza was a war of survival for the Jewish state and that Israel had no choice but to launch a war that killed, by one conservative Israeli count, 320 children, destroyed 4,000 homes, and up to 80 government buildings. Even if one is sympathetic to the horrific barrage of Hamas rockets that Israeli citizens endured (and what decent human being wouldn’t be?) – every single rocket being a war crime – it helps no one to use language this extreme or to distort history in this manner.

One might ask what the response of Michael Oren would be if Palestinian terrorists pulled off a major coup by killing 320 Jewish children, and destroying 4,000 homes in Tel Aviv, because Israel had lobbed primitive missiles at its territory, missing human targets an overwhelming proportion of the time. This is not to defend Hamas’ wickedness and war crimes. It is not to say that Israel deliberately targeted children. It is to insist that the laws of war be applied equally to both parties in a conflict. It is to ask Israel to live up to its own ancient moral values – values that were pioneered when my own ancestors were running around painted in wode.

It is also to ask beleaguered Israel to get some perspective and to see, for a moment, how things might look from the outside. I can see why they may feel encircled and alone. But they’re not. Even those of us who have been made angry by their recent actions and seeming unconcern for the needs of their most powerful friend, want to help. God knows I love Israel and its people; and I understand that some of the extremism among neocons is really an excess of passion and love rather than mere belligerence and orneriness. But, seriously guys, get a grip. Help the US help you. And try to see the wider picture.

Here’s a graph that tells the story of the comparative human toll in the year before the conflict broke out:

Over eight years, 28 Israelis were killed by Hamas rockets in what were clearly war crimes, as Goldstone emphatically reports. Four times that many Palestinians were killed by Israelis in one month in 2008. In the subsequent conflict, the ratio of Palestinian deaths to Israeli deaths was close to 100 – 1. With this tally, Oren writes:

If a country can be pummeled by thousands of rockets and still not be justified in protecting its inhabitants, then at issue is not the methods by which that country survives but whether it can survive at all.

Seriously? No; the issue is whether Israel committed war crimes in its self-defense in Gaza and whether that self-defense was disproportionate to the threat it faced. At the time Bret Stephens offered the just war theory behind the Gaza war thus:

For every single rocket that falls randomly on Israeli soil, an Israeli missile will hit a carefully selected target in Gaza. Focusing the minds of Hamas on this type of “proportionality” is just the endgame that Israel needs.

Does that sound like the desperate act of a country on the brink of extinction? Glenn Reynolds explained the actual rationale:

Israel’s just playing by Chicago rules:  “They pull a knife, you pull a gun. He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue.  That’s the Chicago way!”

Whatever else that is, it is not a just war. The disproportion was the point: it was designed to teach the Gazans and Hamas a lesson they would never forget. Michael Goldfarb, McCain’s former spokesman, echoed Reynolds’ statement but embraced the murder of children as well:

The fight against Islamic radicals always seems to come around to whether or not they can, in fact, be deterred, because it’s not clear that they are rational, at least not like us. But to wipe out a man’s entire family, it’s hard to imagine that doesn’t give his colleagues at least a moment’s pause. Perhaps it will make the leadership of Hamas rethink the wisdom of sparking an open confrontation with Israel under the current conditions. Or maybe not, and the only way to stop Hamas is to eliminate its capacity for violence entirely.

Now it is a completely fair point that many other nations are in no position to criticize, including the US. Israel has to survive on a tiny strip of land which is surrounded by enemies. The Jews have achieved there such a miraculous, inventive, dynamic state it puts most other countries to shame. And its moral standards and its internal airing of debate have no peer in its own region. In some respects, the US has recently had lower standards.

The US, by invading Iraq and failing to provide any security for the civilians trapped in the chaos the US tolerated, (“stuff happens”), by torturing hundreds of prisoners, innocent and guilty, and by unleashing entities like Blackwater on civilian populations is in no position to judge. 3,000 Americans died on 9/11. Hundreds of thousands of civilians died in the Iraq occupation in sectarian violence that an invading army has a fundamental moral responsibility to restrain. To have invaded a country with no thought for the security of its civilians is one reason I came to see the execution of the Iraq war as morally intolerable. Israel, moreover, has seen its Supreme Court outlaw the torture methods championed by the US under Bush and Cheney. The US, in stark contrast, refuses to investigate its seven-year policy of torture and abuse of individuals, some of whom it knew to be innocent.

But that doesn’t make either war just. As Matt points out, even if you believe the Israeli attack on Gaza was justified, that doesn’t exclude the possibility of war crimes in its execution. Is this so hard to understand? Jews of all people – the victims of war crimes of unimaginable evil – should know this. And exchange anger and paranoia for the integrity they once had.

And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And she goes…
Nobody knows

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Jag tror inte ni förstår.

Det har alltså gått 7 veckor och jag har inte besökt gymmet en enda gång. Hemmagymmet är också utstädat, allt som påminner om träning har jag slängt ut för att undvika träningsdjävulen. Det är sammanlagt 35 dagar sedan jag tränade för att förbränna kalorier. 35 dagar!

35 x 700 kcal = nästan 25 000 kalorier extra

Och ingen ångest!!! Jag vet att det är svårt att tro men kroppen glömmer fortare än vad man tror. Allt handlar om vanor o rutiner och nu har jag vant kroppen vid att inte träna. Känner mig aldrig “smutsig” eller “oren” i kroppen på något vis. Tvärtom är det så skönt att gå hem från jobbet utan att behöva skynda till närmaste gym. Istället kan jag hinna med en shoppingrunda innan stan stänger eller en fika med en kompis innan jag åker hem. Det är underbart att plötsligt ha fått så mkt extra tid över. Utan den hade jag aldrig börjat att blogga, det fanns helt enkelt aldrig tid för något annat än träning. Är så lycklig att jag äntligen har kommit till insikt. Det är dessutom betydligt billigare att gå en promenad på stan än att betala för x antal gymkort, träningskläder, skor, träningsväskor, vätskeflaskor, träningsmaskiner, etc. Plötsligt har plånboken blivit tjockare!

För er som undrar, jo jobbet gick bra idag med. Ingen eftermiddagsfika blev det idag (man måste inte alltid fika tårta o sötsaker, men passa på när det bjuds o andra också fikar!) men ändå en bra dag. Har ätit regelbundet för att hålla energin och humöret uppe. Vill vara så delaktig som möjligt i jobbet och för att kunna vara det måste jag fylla på med energi ofta. Häftigt att se hur stor skillnad en banan kan göra på humöret, prova själva så får ni se hur både er hjärna och leende piggnar till kvickt!

Tusen kramar på er!

Vande Ooren.

’T Ghehoor wort ghecrenckt door vercoutheyt / oft vervuyltheyt in de ooren / oft verstoptheyt van grove humeurĕ des breyns. Maer oly van bitter Amandelen ende oly van persick kernen met wat catoens inde ooren gedaĕ opent die conduyten ende is goet voor’t verlooren ghehoor. Ende oock ist seer goet dat men Isop / Alsem / Poley (*) siede in water / ende datmen over dien dompe de ooren houde / dat is goet voor’t ghehoor / ende om de wormkes daer uit te verdrijven. ‘Tgehoor heeft zijn vermakelijckeyt in vrolijcke divisen / lustig leerlijcke Liedekens te singhen / ende snaren spel te hooren spelen.

Van ’t riecken.

Die sijn ghesontheyt bemint sal hem wachten van leelijcken stanc te riecken / als vă keerssen eerst uit ghedaen oft inde pijp bernende / of stanc in’t vier oft vuyle lampen: dat is al quaet / en dat soude een mensche lichtelijc een sieckte af crijgen als coortse oft peste. Maer lieflijcke welrieckende dingen te riecken verfraeyen des menschen hert en sinnen / als sijn Roosen / Naghelen (*) / Lavendel bloemen / Mey bloemen. Tegens verloorĕ reucke is goet ghestooten Nighel (*) saet daer aen geroken.

Vanden Longen ende Borst.

Die Longen sijn lecker ende hebben geerne soet ende versaefte dinghen / als soete-melck ghemenght met suycker / witte maeghdĕ- honigh om te slicken gesuykerde Amandelen / stock suycker / blauw rasijnen / Dodickse vijgĕ / soet hout. Maer gesouten vleesch / peckel haringh / ende alle scherpe suyre dinghen : alsoock den roock zijn der Longen contrarie. Nieuwe soete wijn opghewelt met Carentĕ en stock suycker en daer altemet wat af gebesicht helpt den crop ende den Longen. Ysope

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“Her Morning Elegance” written and produced by Oren Lavie, from the Oren Lavie album The Opposite Side of the Sea
© 2009 A Quarter Past Wonderful/Adrenaline under license from Tuition

Ewan, Leif, Aurelius, Banjo, Cosimo, Milo, Rafferty, Ned, Leland, Bernie, Jonas, Rex, Ciaran, Abe, Cole, Cullen, Edward, Harvey, Henry,Hugh, Ira, Meyer, Otis, Oren, Roosevelt, Noah, Oscar, Elihu, Kofi, Tenzin, Asa, Isidro, Edme, Galileo, Alexander, Art, Elias, Ole, Otto, Rexford, Silas, Arlo, Bartholomew, Knox, Montgomery, Inis, Romney, Ryo, Bruno, Indigo, Jasper, Arno, Aries, Bram, Jay, Jonah, Leo, Oisin, Grover, Heath, Ivo, Ephraim, Arthur, Bart, Dexter, Elmer, Theodore, Oswald, Cassius, Ambrose, Elliot, Joel, Nilo, Felix, Emmitt, Julius, Baxter, Christian, Hector, Wallace, Abel, Thabo, Augustus, Abraham, Calvin, Chester, Franklin, Grover, Millard, Lyon, Russell, Rutherford, Tazewell, Caius, Cato, Iago, Orlando.

]]> http://dprogram.net/2009/08/17/war-israeli-ambassador-to-us-obama%e2%80%99s-end-of-the-year-deadline-to-iran-has-been-moved-up-to-september/ Mon, 17 Aug 2009 17:48:30 +0000 sakerfa http://dprogram.net/2009/08/17/war-israeli-ambassador-to-us-obama%e2%80%99s-end-of-the-year-deadline-to-iran-has-been-moved-up-to-september/ http://kleintoys.wordpress.com/2009/08/11/my-doll-collection/ Tue, 11 Aug 2009 03:38:00 +0000 kleintoys http://kleintoys.wordpress.com/2009/08/11/my-doll-collection/

I think I have a fairly large doll collection or at least a fairly substantial one. I keep the grand majority of them housed in my computer nook, my computer nook is a small room off of the living room that is roughly the size of a prison cell. Please note that this is not the entirety of my doll collection as I have roughly half a dozen dolls out on loan/ at the customizers as we speak.

I have almost all of the released pullips/dals (I fell behind on the newest releases because of DDs ^^;) so they make up most of my collection..

I have two displays in my living room that have somehow escaped the confines of the computer nook
My Rozen Maiden display note how the volks Hina Ichigo takes the place of pride in the RM case.

Wonderland Alice and dals display.

More Pictures available on my flickr in the oh no that is where the dolls sleep set- http://www.flickr.com/photos/pullip_junk/sets/72157621880003615/

Note to self- Tagging the massive shots like this are a bitch T_T

Product: Target Colour 2009
Client: Target (Brent Liebenberg)
Agency: The Campaign Palace, Melbourne
Creative Directors: Gerhard Myburgh
Production Company: PRODIGY
Creative: Jessica Harold
Director: Dael Oates
Animator Designer: Matt Boug
Animators: Lewis Morley Marketing Analyst: Belinda Symes

…és ahonnan koppintották ITT!

Maravilhosa concepção do video em SOPMOTION desse compositor israelense.

MÚSICA Her Morning Elegance

yazlar önce, bir kavurucu yazda evden içimize bikinilerimizi giydik, arabaya doluştuk, şöyle geze geze inelim dedik güneye.. henüz kuzey ege kıyılarındayız.. Ören.. duralım mı duralım.. işte tam burda.. o yazın ilk kulaçların atmak hevesiyle zıplayarak indik arabadan.. bir tuhaflık var ama umurumuzda değil pek.. muhteşem bir kumsal geniş ve tertemiz ince kum, bomboş.. koyu lacivert çarşaf gibi bir deniz, bomboş.. dolu olan tek yer bu iki güzelliğin birbirine katıştığı ıslak kum.. kimse ne kumlarda güneşleniyor, ne yüzüyor.. herkes poposuna kum kaçması pahasına, ıslak kumda oturuyor.. deli olmalılar diyoruz kumlarda yürümeye başlarken.. nereden bilelim ki kumların bu kadar kızgın olduğunu.. tabanlarımızı delice yakan kızgınlığın üzerinde yürümek dayanılmaz.. koşmaya başlıyoruz.. hız kesmeden denize bırakıyoruz kendimizi.. bırakmamızla fırlayıp ıslak kumda oturan’gillere katılmamız bir oluyor.. allahım ne soğuk bir denizmiş o..
herkes haklıymış, yaşamadan hiçbir şey anlaşılmazmış meğer..
“kızgın kumlardan,  serin sulara” denen hikaye ıslak kumda sonlanırmış meğer..

Este es una de los mejores Stops que he visto. La sincronización, creatividad e imaginación son asombrosas!

Véanlo ustedes y me dicen

http://nameberry.com/list/214?utm_source=Fresh+Delivery&utm_campaign=76a9901f22-FRESH_DELIVERY&utm_medium=email

I like Apollo, Arlo, Aurelio, Bruno, Caio, Cairo,

Cato, Cleo,Cosmo, Echo, Elio, Emilio, Enzo,

Fabio, Horatio, Hugo, Indigo, Indio, Inigo,

Ivo, Jethro,Leo,Mateo, Milo,Octavia, Odessa,

Olive, Oliver,Olympia, Ophelia, Orchid, Oren,

Oriana, Orla, Orlando, Oscar, Ottilie, Otis,

Otto,Plato, Theo

what about Juno?

http://community.babycenter.com/post/a7953415/della_ottilie_and_cosimas_sibling

This cemetery is located in the Webbs Jungle Quadrangle.  SE on US 41, left on Fox Hollow Road, 1/2 mile SE of Pilot Knob in Kelton Hollow.  On right side of Fox Hollow Road.  Well kept.  Photographed by:  Patsy Paterson  2pats2cats@comcast.net

The cemetery as it appeared on April 17, 2009

Frederick W. Flournoy   Dec. 10, 1927 – June 16, 2002

EN3   US Navy   World War II

S. T. Fox   June 21, 1871 – April 11, 1907

Samuel Fox   July 18, 1830 – April 24, 1899

Margaret Kelton   Nov. 1816 – Dec. 1889

Samuel Kelton   Feb. 1805 – April 1891

Alfred Murphy Messick   Jan. 1, 1892 – Feb. 28, 1937

Effie T. Oren   1901 – 1941

Maggie Oren   1865 – 1941

Tom J. Oren   1862 – 1920

Betty Fox Orren   Dec. 3, 1862 – Ded. 4, 1944

John Wesley Orren   Sept. 3, 1858 – May 5, 1928

Listed in Rutherford Co. Cemetery Book but not seen by me:

Mary A. Fox   1845 – 1929

Elizabeth M. ??? Aug. 22, 1830 – April 14, 1863