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Drone

ikuvinyl — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 00:02:34 +0000

My blog consists of the shit i think is dope. 80% music for the most. But now, i’m taking a break on music to pay homage to one of my favorite Film makers & Photographers: Larry Clark.

If i haven’t expressed through the blog posts, I love raw images. I love nasty quality videos, I love real shit. Any & everything that shows the natural beauty of something everyone wouldn’t normally consider beautiful or appealing. & that’s why i love Larry clarks work. It’s different but, that’s what it shows. Enjoy the upcoming posts. Peace

snaped bars

caponerider — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 23:18:01 +0000

snaped my spacebars today not stoked at fucking all

Doświadczenie kolonijne

Jarecki — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 23:05:01 +0000

Mając lat niespełna 14, wyjechałem na kolonię letnią. Pierwszy raz ponad dwa tygodnie poza domem. W dodatku ładnych kilkaset kilometrów.
Ośrodek wczasowy nad morzem, naszym, zimnym, bałtyckim…

Wychowawca prowadzi mnie do sali gdzie będę spał. 14 łóżek, na razie tylko dwa zajęte. Wybieram miejsce, poznaję nowych kolegów. Okazało się, że trafiłem do najstarszej grupy. Będzie nas dwóch czternastolatków, 10 piętnastolatków i dwóch 16-latków.

Przed pierwszym spoczynkiem wychowawca udzielił nam instruktarzu co mamy robić aby żyć w zgodzie z nim, a także jak przestrzegać higieny.
Sprawdził kto ma piżamę, a kto nie miał, musiał przeznaczyć jakieś szorty, wyłącznie do snu. Śpimy tylko w samych piżamach lub szortach, co było sprawdzane bodajże przez pierwszy tydzień. Co gorsza, wychowawca podchodził i zwyczajnie zaglądał każdemu oglądając przy okazji nasze siurki

Pierwsze dwa dni, to pewne manewry z przebieraniem i ukrywanie swoich skarbów. Ale już 3 dnia wszyscy wybraliśmy się na plażę, w poszukiwaniu golasów, a raczej w większości golasek. I poszliśmy. Chyba dobrą godzinę trwało nim znaleźliśmy tablicę z napisem, plaża nudystów, może chodziło o naturystów, już nie pamiętam.
Zauważyliśmy w oddali grupkę ludzi, kilkanaście osób.
‘Herszt’ naszej bandy postanowił, że dwóch pójdzie na zwiady. Losowaliśmy, “zwycięzcy” zanim rozebrali się i poszli, postawili warunek, że musimy wszyscy się rozebrać i tak się stało.
Zwiadowcy szybko wrócili, bo okazało się, że to nie golasy, ale i tak postanowiliśmy się nago wykąpać w Bałtyku. Umówiliśmy się, że nikt nie będzie daleko odpływał, a że woda była zimna nikt nie miał na to ochoty. Weszliśmy się zamoczyć i wyszliśmy. Potem już golasów nie szukaliśmy. Jednak ja z kilkoma kolegami, jeszcze dwa razy byłem na tej gołej plaży, by pod skarpą, z dala od tłumów poopalać się na golasa.

Kolonia to także doświadczenia z dziewczynami. We dnie wyglądało to zwyczajnie, znaczy z pewnym dystansem koleżeńskim. Natomiast gdzieś po tygodniu pobytu, niemal każda noc naznaczona była kontaktami męsko-damskimi. Głównie to dziewczyny przychodziły do naszej sali, naturalnie wchodziły przez okno.
Co prawda nie byliśmy niegrzeczni, ale do końca to nie wiadomo jak było, bo przy świetle dochodzącym jedynie z latarni stojącej koło budynku wiele o dziewczynie można się dowiedzieć palpacyjnie.

Chociaż kolonia to obcy ludzie, to jednak taka społeczność wiele uczy.

NOV. 22, 2009 - TIME 20:25

degradation — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 19:27:54 +0000

Det är redan söndag. Jag har ont i huvudet och i magen, men sitter liksom fast vid datorn. Lyssnar på Somebody’s gotta do it och klickar runt på internet i jakt på julklappar, information om tröjtryck och vad det skulle kosta att skaffa sig ett riktigt Megan Fox-svall, då mitt hår aldrig tycks växa sig längre än till nyckelbenen. Utöver det försöker jag hitta lite sluta-röka-motivation: det är svårt men känner mig nöjd som bara har sugit i mig fyra cigg på hela dagen.
Robin är på möte inför spelningen på fredag. Sedan kommer han hit, bästa killen, och får mig att le.

I morgon är det bolldag. Inklusive utklädnad. Men jag har inga kläder och mår jag inte bättre i morgon bitti så får nog tjejerna klara av volleybollen på egen hand. Jag skulle med all säkerhet inte tillföra mycket till spelet.

Aaron Ross Bike Check

caponerider — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:58:58 +0000

Frame: Sunday Funday 20.75″
Fork: Odyssey Director
Bars: Odyssey Spacebars
Stem: Odyssey Elementary
Grips: Odyssey Aaron Ross Keyboard
Barends: Odyssey Par Ends
Headset: Odyssey
Clamp: Odyssey Mr. Clampy
Seatpost: Odyssey Intac
Seat: Odyssey Aaron Ross
Pedals: Odyssey Twisted Plastic
Cranks: Odyssey Twombolt
Sprocket: Odyssey 30-tooth
Chain: KMC
Brakes: Odyssey
Cable: Odyssey
Brake Lever: Odyssey Small
Front Tire: Odyssey Aitken Plyte 2.25″
Front Wheel: Odyssey Vandero 2 with a G-Sport rim
Rear Tire: Odyssey Path Plyte 2.10″
Rear Wheel: G-Sport 36-hole laced to a G-Sport rim
Chain Tensioner: Integrated
Hub Guard: Odyssey’s secret
Pegs: Odyssey Jpeg

Party mit blitz.

binfastweg — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:31:17 +0000

Der blog der fräulein fried! Klicken wird empfohlen!

Groan.

momsmsgs — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:15:47 +0000

Frankie’s Dad: Are mass texts sent from church?

Team Edward

momsmsgs — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:03:16 +0000

Erika’s Mom: I’ve decided that your last boyfriend was definitely a Jacob, a little too free spirited adn immature. And Alex is definitely an Edward. Good job

text: "Measuring the True to the Real" (L Gorostiza)

thomassvolos — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 15:42:27 +0000

from the website of the Congress:

Measuring the True to the Real [*]

Leonardo Gorostiza

In his course of December 10th, 2008, Jacques-Alain Miller asks, « What is an analyst in the clinic of the sinthome ? » He answers, « It is at the least a subject who has perceived his mode of jouissance as absolutely singular, who has captured the contingency of this mode of jouissance – how? – his jouissance as outside of meaning » [1]. As one can hear in this reply, there is still another question: how has the subject captured his irreducible, singular, contingent and outside of meaning, jouissance ?

The Incommensurable of the Real

In order to try to advance on this question, I propose to use a tool, namely the formula Jacques-Alain Miller proposed two years ago, ‘measuring the true to the real’ [2]. This formula coincides with the orientation of work he sketched out for our next congress [3], to articulate a dialectics of sense and jouissance and to demonstrate in our work the edges of the semblant that situates the knot ofjouissance. This means, not to efface the semblant, but to recuperate it in its instrumental dignity that allows a reading of the way in which the subject has captured his out-of-meaning jouissance. To say it differently, it is about elucidating how the subject has measured the true to the real. This elucidation, far from the transparency of meaning, aims to unveil what the link between the semblant and the opaque jouissance of the sinthome was.

The literal translation, in Spanish, of the formula ‘measuring the true to the real’ would be ‘medir lo verdadero a lo real’. This translation weakens its paradoxical character, which consists in gauging the true with the measure of the real. This is paradoxical since the real is without law and incommensurable par excellence. In other words, [the question is] how to gauge the true with the incommensurable of the real.

As we know, this phrase is to be situated in the context of the reconsideration of the pass from the point of view of the very last teaching of Lacan. And especially from the ‘Preface to the English Edition of Seminar XI’ where Lacan speaks of the hystorisation in the pass. The hystorisation of what was achieved in solitude, supposes, as far as it is addressed to an Other – a work of ‘translation’ or of ‘interpretation’.

If the pass in the treatment goes from the transferential unconscious – interpretative, which articulates itself as meaning and establishes a social link – to the real unconscious – uninterpretable, outside of meaning and referring back to solitude – the question is knowing how a link to the Other is re-established once the subject has reached the real unconscious [4].

This operation is the pass bis that goes from the real unconscious to the transferential unconscious. And the hystorisation – as hysteria – although it emerges from the solitude of the real unconscious, aims at the Other. « This », says Jacques-Alain Miller, « is the theatre of the pass ».

Theatre, hysteria and the structure of the Witz are reproduced by the mechanism of the pass and its transmission. A new link to the Other that does not involve a testimony on the true of the true — that would be a metalanguage —, nor a proof of truth — that would be the analysis. The pass bis supposes having come to know that the truth is a mirage, which fades when, confronted with the real unconscious a satisfaction arises that marks the end of analysis [5].

In the perspective of gauging the true in the real, the notion of satisfaction becomes central. Not only satisfaction reached by the subject at the end of analysis but also that aroused in others. In the pass – envisaged as hystorisation – ‘to obtain satisfaction from one’s colleagues’ is a crucial result [6].

Having said that, there are different ways of getting satisfaction from one’s colleagues. Thus, there is for example a satisfaction that one can get through identification, from understanding each other since one shares the same jargon, a common meaning. It is that satisfaction where the resonance is one of the body as imaginary, which contributes to the good form of the One of the unione [la bonne forme de l’Un de l’unien]. However, the satisfaction that Lacan distinguishes in the pass is of another order.

Pass and Satisfaction

What does satisfaction consist of ? It is to understand, since the meaning understood is jouissance, satisfaction [7]. So, how to conceive of this satisfaction from the perspective of measuring the true to the real, when the real is precisely what excludes meaning ?

My suggestion is the following ; it is a satisfaction that, far from echoing from the body as imaginary, evoking the good form of the Unione [l’Unien], is able to resonate with a connection to the hole, which is to say, the connection that preserves the Unary, and that is specific to the identification with the symptom [8].

It should be remembered that the perspective of the testimony is never the completeness of the Unione, but that of the gap – which introduces and preserves the Unary, – where the disparateness of the real can be lodged and transmitted [9].

Thus, complete information should not be expected from the testimony, because what is transmitted is always a ‘modality of loss’[10]. However, despite this loss there is sometimes the ‘miracle of satisfaction’, which takes place when in our own message – always insufficient – the Other comes to understand what is beyond, succeeds in understanding, precisely, in the failure of saying [11].

Thus, the satisfaction reached – and that aroused in one’s colleagues – is a satisfaction that stands out against a background of dissatisfaction. It is linked to a loss that is not the fruit of the impotence of language, but a sign of a new relationship with repetition. It is a satisfaction that knows that there is an impossibility, and which, without excluding the jouissance of knowledge, allows the knotting [of the impossibility] in a relation of extimity.

This satisfaction corresponds to an ethics of failure, inherent in the saying well, that appears in the working out what cannot translate itself and echoes the jouissance in knowledge. It would therefore be the paradox of a translation that keeps a relation to the untranslatable as such.

The pass bis, concludes Jacques-Alain Miller, « supposes […] distinguishing between the true and the real, developing the drifting of the true, to consider what held the function of truth [and, what in analysis] with regard to the real, worked incessantly to dull or to veil » [12] this real.

I consider that to ‘measure the true to the real’ it is necessary to have isolated an S1, a semblant that in this same operation becomes ‘another style of the master signifier’, a semblant that, when it uncovers its function of ‘false real’ makes possible a reading, one that defines the untranslatable of the opaque jouissance of the sinthome.

If all discourse, including that of the psychoanalyst, is of the order of semblant and orbits around the real in order to avoid it [13], where then is this operation situated? Exactly in the production of an S1, the new style of the semblant that does not appeal to the Other anymore and that for the same reason allows one to see a void, which glimpses itself in the interval between the place of production and the place of the truth, where Lacan located the key of impossibility, which is to say, the un-interpretable of the traumatic hole [troumatique] of the real unconscious [14].

Notes

*	This paper summarises and updates those that, under the same title were given in the framework of the Seminar of the Pass 2007 at the EOL, published in La actualidad del pase, Work in Progress, Coleccion de la Orientacion Lacaniana, Serie Testimonios y Conferencias n° 9, EOL-grama, Buenos Aires, 2008.
1-	Jacques-Alain Miller, Lacanian Orientation, « Choses de finesse en psychanalyse », (‘Things of subtlety in psychoanalysis’), course taught in the framework of the department for Psychoanalysis of Paris 8, seminar of the 10th December 2008, unpublished. Website of the AMP.
2-	Jacques-Alain Miller, ‘Pass Bis’, Psychoanalytical Notebooks 17, translated by Adrian Price, originally published in La Cause freudienne n° 66, Paris, Navarin, Seuil 2007, p. 209-213.
3-	Presentation of the theme for the VIIth Congress of the AMP, given at the end of the VIth congress of the AMP in Buenos Aires.
4-	In a way this involves responding from a different angle, which was conceptualised before as ‘the outstanding balance or cynical moment at the end of analysis’.
5-	The mirage of truth from which only the lie can be expected has no other term than the satisfaction that marks the end of the analysis », Jacques Lacan, Preface to the English Edition of Seminar XI, The Four Fundamental Concepts Of Psychoanalysis, translated by Alan Sheridan, Penguin London 1994 ; « Préface à l’édition anglaise du Séminaire XI », Autres écrits, Paris : Seuil, 2001, p. 572.
6-	Jacques-Alain Miller, « Las versiones del pase », Pase y transmision, Coleccion Orientacion Lacaniana, Serie Testimonios y conferencias, n° 5, 2003, p. 20.
7-	In El saber delirante, Coleccion ICBA, n° 5, ICBA-Paidos, Buenos Aires, 2005, p. 195.
8-	On this point the indication Lacan gives in the seminar of the 16th November 1976, on the identification with the symptom, seems to me crucial, « By taking from his guarantees, a kind of distance ». it is about, it is my reading, an identification that keeps a certain distance to the symptom and that bears the mark of a loss.
9-	Éric Laurent, « Politics of the Unary » (not translated) « Politique de l’unaire » La Cause freudienne, n° 42, Paris : Navarin, Seuil, mai 1999 p. 26-31. & Najles A. R., « La elaboracion de los carteles », Pase y transmision 3, COL, 1999.
10-	Jacques-Alain Miller, « Debate » (not translated) « La elaboracion de los carteles », Acerca del sujeto supuesto saber, COL, Paidos, 2000, p. 203.
11-	Jacques-Alain Miller, Lectura del Seminario 5 de Jacques Lacan, Coleccion ICBA n° 2, ICBA-Paidos, Bs. As., 2000, p. 37.
12-	Jacques-Alain Miller, « La passe bis » ‘Pass Bis’, op. cit., p.102, (p 213 French).
13-	Jacques-Alain Miller, Los usos del lapso, cours du 26 janvier 2000, Paidos, Bs. As., 2004, p. 178.
14-	What can be deduced from a reading of the testimony of Maurice Tarrab, presented at the 3rd Encuentro Americano del Campo Freudiano, Belo Horizonte, 3rd August 2007. There is a version of this reading on the website of the AMP, See also Jacques-Alain Miller, Los usos del lapso, op. cit., p. 200 et 227.

Translated by Natalie Wulfing

imádom a próbát és imádom a kávét!

miyu182 — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 15:24:58 +0000

megint túl sok volt a kávé, imádom a kávét, jaj készülődni kéne, mindjárt próba, egyáltalán lesz próba? szeretek énekelni, remélem lesz próba, legyen próba, mert az jó, kár hogy már sötét van, pedig még csak 4 óra, imádom a kávét, most egész jó kedvem van, azt hiszem, készülni kéne a holnapi magyar dolgozatra, de ugye lesz próba? imádom a próbát, legyen, mert szeretem, szeretek énekelni, kicsit kupi van, rendet is kéne rakni, de legyen már próba, még vizes a hajam, de már majdnem szőke, be is kell majd festeni, imádom a színét, szerelmes vagyok a hajszínembe, erre vágytam évek óta, hát még a masnim! a masnim gyönyörű, a masnim imádnivaló, a masnim nagyon szép, van, hogy csak állok a tükörnek háttal és nézem a masnim, azaz a fejem a tükröt nézi, az nincs neki háttal különben nem látnám. szép a masnim. mindjárt próba! én tényleg nagyon szeretek énekelni és nagyon várom a próbát, mert hiányoznak már az osztálytársaim, és holnap suli és én ennek komolyan örülök mert ott lesz edit meg adri meg eni (azaz eni nem biztos hogy ott lesz, de remélem ott lesz) és együtt hülyülünk újra és megint megkattanok nyolcadik órára ahogy azt szoktam, és vihogok majd mint egy hülye (meg mint most) gyaaaaa mindjárt próba imádok énekelni imádom a próbát!

Zaczęło się

Jarecki — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 14:59:43 +0000

Miałem około 13 lat. Było to dawno temu. Piękne, choć szare, lata osiemdziesiąte ubiegłego wieku.
Życie na prowincji ma swoje plusy i minusy, choć dla młodego człowieka, który chce poznawać życie, jakby małe społeczności ograniczają to widzenie szerokiego świata.

Wiadomo, jak się ma tych naście lat, to mnóstwo kolegów, różne dziwne wybryki, żarty i te sprawy… Ano właśnie. U mnie chyba było inaczej z tymi sprawami.

Pamiętnej nocy zostaliśmy z kuzynem przetransportowani z zabawy weselnej na nocleg do babci. Mogła być 2 w nocy. Choć wesele trwało dalej, nam polecono udać się na spoczynek. I tak się stało. Spaliśmy w jednym łóżku.
Rankiem Jacek poszedł do łazienki. Przyszedł z powrotem z papierem toaletowym, zamknął drzwi na klucz. Położył się, ale nie przykrywał, było zresztą ciepło. Zauważyłem, że zaczął coś majstrować w kroczu.

Nigdy wcześniej nie widziałem jego ptaszka, był moim rówieśnikiem i okazało się, że ma miej więcej takiego jak ja. Natomiast ja jeszcze nie miałem nigdy wzwodu i zobaczyłem jak Jackowi nabrzmiewa chujek. Nic nie mówił, tylko trzepał. Nie trwało to zbyt długo, gdy na jego brzuchu pojawiła się sperma. Użył papieru, wytarł się i tak leżymy.

Dopiero po kilkunastu minutach zapytał mnie czy walę konia. Odparłem po prawdzie, że nie. Zapewnił mnie, że to zajebiste uczucie i poczułem jak jego ręka znalazła się w moich majtkach. Złapałem go za nią, ale nie chciałem jej wyciągać. Mój penis po raz pierwszy stanął. Jacek zdjął mi majtki, zsunął napletek i przesuwał rękę doprowadzając mnie do orgazmu. Przy wystrzale krzyknąłem z zachwytu, a sperma powędrowała na pościel.
Jacka kutas ponownie nabrzmiał. Wstał on wtedy i na stojąco walił kilka minut aż znowu spuścił się, tym razem na podłogę.
Poszliśmy obaj do łazienki wyrzucić zużyty papier toaletowy. Umyliśmy swoje fiutki. Tak zaczęła się moja masturbacja. Przez pierwszy rok, częstotliwość była dość duża, robiłem to po kilka razy dziennie.

Work n Jelly

lelonisideal — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 13:58:40 +0000

Κυριακή!
Ξυπνήσαμε από το χάραμα (12:00), ήρθαμε στο Jelly και τώρα εδώ είμαστε
ακόμα με τα λαπτοπ μας και πατάμε κουμπάκια που εκτελούν εντολές και
οι ώρες περνάνε και η μέρα θα τελειώσει γρήγορα και όλα θα καταλήξουν
στη Δευτέρα στην οποία θα ανυπομονούμε να γίνει Σάββατο
όσο γίνεται γρηγορότερα.

Όλα φυσιολογικά δηλαδή..

photo: Lelon

HEJ!

eplet — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 13:58:24 +0000

Jag har en bunt med inspirerande bloggar som jag följer när min egna kreativitet går på sparlåga, men jag vill ha ännu fler,

kan inte ni fylla kommentarsfältet med kreativa bloggar?

Lions and Midgets: The movie

Tobias Ekvall — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 13:08:13 +0000

Det första jag tänkte när jag läst denna artikel var vilken otroligt bra långfilm detta skulle kunna bli. Dvärgar går in i sin sista kamp för att en gång för alla få den respekt och upprättelse de anser sig förtjänar, trots att det kan komma att kosta deras liv. Filmens huvudsakliga ingredienser och ledord är mod, stolthet, lejon, laganda och kortväxthet.

Artikeln i sin helhet

Gäster - Poänglös kritik

Tobias Ekvall — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 10:42:09 +0000

Jag är aldrig rädd för att vädra mina åksikter och värdering, oftast respekterar jag dock inte andras. Ämnena jag hävdar mig ha tillräcklig kunskap i för att kunna yttra mig om, har oftast ingen viktig del av livets fortsatta framfart. I just detta fall var ämnet poänglöst och tankegången komplett retarderad.

Jim c busting flips with the new sunday funday pro complete

caponerider — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 07:23:34 +0000

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Pequena Grande Irmã

sutiastransbordantes — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 03:00:17 +0000

Texto originalmente escrito por Kyle Shank e publicado no site Overflowing Bra, disponível nesse link aqui. Tradução para o português por mim.

ATENÇÃO
SÓ LEIA SE FOR PERMITIDO A VOCÊ

Oi, meu nome é Larry, e você nunca vai acreditar na história que estou prestes a dizer-lhe sobre a minha irmã, Lauren.

Lauren era apenas uma menina normal, exceto quando começou o seu surto de crescimento. Tudo começou quando Lauren tinha 8 anos …

Lauren tinha 8, e eu tinha 12 anos. Eu tinha sido sempre mais alto do que ela, mas agora não mais. Nossos pais tinham apenas 1,78m e 1,58 m, logo eu eu nunca pensei que eu ou a minha irmã seriam muito altos. Aos 12 eu estava amadurecendo, eu já estava quase com 1,65 m, e tinha quase completado meu ciclo de crescimento. Mas a coisa estranha foi que Lauren parecia estar ficando maior, muito maior. No seu aniversário de 8 anos, ela tinha apenas 1,35 m. Altura normal, mas depois ela começou a crescer mais e mais. Passados 3 meses, ela tinha crescido a 1,50 m. Ela era definitivamente a mais alta da sua turma de 2a série. Pela época em que ela tinha 8 anos e meio, ela já tinha igualado a altura da minha mãe. E no momento em que eu completei o meu 12º aniversário, quando ela tinha 8 anos e 9 meses, ela tinha aumentado para 1,65 m. Pode você acreditar que ela foi a 1,65m com 8 anos?! Ela era tão alta quanto eu, e eu não sabia quando ela ia parar de crescer. Os parentes pensaram que era bonitinho, mas eu senti o meu orgulho ferido. Para piorar tudo ela não parou de crescer e ficou na altura média das mulheres, em torno de 1,65 m. Não, ela continuou.

No aniversário de 9 anos da Lauren, ela tinha 1,73 m! Agora, aos 9 anos Lauren era mais alta que a média das mulheres, e para piorar para mim, ela estava mais alta do que eu! Eu estava quase com 13 e meu crescimento tinha basicamente estagnado desde que eu tinha chegado a 1,68 m. Mas quando Lauren completou 9, eu notei um desenvolvimento nela que era diferente. Enquanto ela curvou para baixo, para soprar as velas do bolo, eu notei ela que tinha algo debaixo da sua blusa, e não foi enchimento. Minha irmã de 9 anos de idade já tinha peitos! A minha observação foi confirmada quando Lauren e minha mãe estavam discutindo que ela agora precisava de um sutiã 42. Lá estava Lauren, 15 cm mais alta do que a minha mãe, discutindo que era necessário Lauren usar um sutiã 42 enquanto minha mãe usava um sutiã 40.

Lauren estava começando a se tornar a mulher da casa e aos 9 anos na 3ª série, com 1,73m, ela era a mulher da turma. Ela era 8 centímetros mais alta do que a sua professora, e estava ficando mais alta e prestes a ser mais alta que o meu pai. Em breve ela seria a mais alta da casa aos 9 anos! Lauren atingiu 9 anos e 6 meses, e tinha aumentado para 1,80m de altura. Sua altura não era a única parte do corpo que cresceu, os seus seios aumentaram para tamanho 44. Minha irmã tinha 9 anos de idade, 1,80 m de altura, me ultrapassando por por cerca de 12,5 cm.

Ela era agora a mais alta da casa. Meus pais tinham um trabalhão para se impor com a sua filha, maior do que eles, e Lauren sempre dava o jeito dela. Minha mãe perdeu a moral com ela quando Lauren estava 22,5 cm mais alta do que ela. Para onde minha mãe olhava, só via o par de seios tamanho 44 de Lauren, o que fez dela a verdadeira mulher da casa. Mas o crescimento dela não tinha parado ainda.

No aniversário de 10 anos da Lauren, ela completou amazonicamente 1,88 m de altura. Ela era mais alta do que todos os parentes, e ela tinha apenas 10 anos. Agora seus seios eram enormes, ela agora portava um par de seios tamanho 46 que faria qualquer homem olhar com tesão. Ela já estava 30 centímetros mais alta que a minha mãe, 20 centímetros mais alta do que eu, e 10 cm mais alto do que o meu pai. Lauren tinha-se tornado tão "madura" que um dos professores quis pô-la para fora, sem saber que aquela amazona era da 4ª série.

De presente de aniversário, Lauren queria ganhar pesos para levantar, assim ela poderia modelar e tonificar o seu corpo. Os meus pais deram-lhe um conjunto de ginásio completo, que ela iria usar todos os dias. Houve um problema soprando as velas nesse aniversário… Os peitos dela tinham-se tornado tão grandes, e ela tinha-se tornado tão alta que, quando ela se abaixou para soprar as velas, os seios dela ficaram no caminho e derrubaram as velas que estavam sobre o bolo. A sensação gerada pelo contato das velas tinha excitado Lauren de alguma forma, porque eu notei que os mamilos dela estavam eretos, quase 3 centímetros além do seu vestido. E quando isto aconteceu, ela apenas sorriu.

Depois de receber seu conjunto de ginásio, deu um abraço no meu pai que levantou-o do chão, e colocou-o no meio dos enormes seios dela. Então ela fez o mesmo com minha mãe, e comigo também, sem perceber a sua própria força. Abraçou-me, e o meu rosto foi parar no meio dos seus peitos. A sensação era maravilhosa. Eu nunca tinha experimentado nada parecido antes. E quando ela colocou-me no chão, deu-me um beijo na boca e lançou-me uma piscada de olhos. Eu estava tão excitado… Eu sei que eu tinha 14 e ela era a minha irmã de 10 anos, mas vamos lá, é difícil, né?

Pela época em que Lauren tinha 10 anos e meio, ela estava usando seu conjunto de pesos todos os dias e eu estava vendo os resultados. Lauren agora portava um corpo fantasticamente musculoso e tonificado, que rivalizava com as grandes atletas de fitness. Ela manteve o ritmo de crescimento na altura também, para um impressionante 1,95 m. E sim, seus seios eram agora tamanho 48. Lauren estava agora muito forte, e de vez em quando ela entrava no meu quarto e me perguntava: "Como você gosta dos meus novos músculos?". Gostaria apenas de dizer nada e sentar-se lá com a minha cara direto nos seus peitos e dizer "o quê?". Eu sei agora que ela tinha esfregado meu rosto no seu peito propositadamente.

Aconteceu certa vez que Lauren entrou no meu quarto, quando os meus pais estavam fora da cidade. Ela estava vestindo um biquíni voluptuoso que mostrava a forma dos seus seios tamanho 48 dela, e o resto do seu corpo bem musculoso e torneado. Ela tinha pernas lindas, e uma bunda e um abdômem onde você poderia quebrar nozes. Ela estava absolutamente perfeita, e já tinha 2,03 m como resultado de seus saltos altos, que ainda enfatizavam ainda mais as suas pernas longas e musculosas. Eu estava realmente excitado. Minha irmã agora era uma deusa com 10 anos e meio!

"Larry, eu estava pensando, você gosta do jeito que eu estou?" Lauren perguntou, mostrando todas as suas mercadorias.

"Si – si – sim-sim, claro" Eu balbuciei.

"Larry, você acha que meus seios são muito grandes?"

"Uhh, não, eles são simpáticos"

"Gostaria de dar uma olhada mais próxima neles?" Ela perguntou luxuriosamente. Então, chegou-se a mim, balançando por todo o caminho e colocando seus seios tamanho 48 direto sobre a minha cara. Eu estava no céu. Ela então se levantou.

"Você fica excitado com a sua irmã alta, Larry?" Levantou-se lentamente e colocou-se a simplesmente 35 centímetros mais alta do que eu! Olhei para cima e só vi peitos.

"Desculpe irmão pequeno, mas parece que eu não posso vê-lo debaixo das minhas enormes mamas." Ela disse, cheia de luxúria. Então deixou a sala, provocando-me com seu perfil impressionante.

Lauren ainda manteve-se crescendo e praticando levantamento de pesos também. Quando ela atingiu 10 anos e 9 meses, tinha crescido mais. Inacreditáveis 2,03m! Ela tinha ainda apenas 10 anos e estava indo para o 5º ano! Os peitos dela tinham aumentado para mamutescos 52, e seus mamilos dispararam a mais de 5 cm de comprimento! Foi uma dificuldade encontrar um maiô para ela, e ela teve que desistir de nadar. Afinal, ela era taaaão grande, e deixava todo homem na piscina excitado. A característica mais evidente para mim acerca de Lauren eram os seus músculos. Ela evantava pesos diariamente, e tinha valido a pena: Ela fazia rosca bíceps de 155 kg com os seus braços de 50 centímetros de circunferência. Seus músculos estavam basicamente rasgando a pele, saltando para fora do seu corpo. Ela me intimidava com as suas dimensões, e ao mesmo tempo, deixava-me doido com os seus seios enormes e o seu corpo.

Lauren continuou crescendo. Quando chegou o aniversário de 11 anos, ela tinha crescido a 2,10 m de altura. Os familiares ficaram absolutamente atordoados com todo o crescimento dela. Seus seios tinham crescido a tamanho 54, o que era surpreendente, à frente 30 centímetros de seu corpo e, na frente, seus mamilos com 5 centímetros, sempre eretos e salientes. Ela iria abraçar um parente e ele era abraçado sob seus seios, que agiam como um guarda-chuva.

Bem… Lauren tem 12 agora e eu tenho 16. O crescimento dela sossegou, ela agora tem 2,23 m. Mas o crescimento dos seus seios não parou. Ela tem que usar sutiãs feitos sob medida, para guardar seus peitos tamanho 56. Seus mamilos cresceram a 10 cm de comprimento. Seus bíceps aumentaram para 64 cm. Ela ainda usa seus pesos todos os dias, e eu adoro cada vez que ela me abraça ou me beija, porque para mim Lauren é muito mais do que a minha irmã comum.

Paul Vermeersch Considers Intent

Stephen Rowe — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 01:52:56 +0000

It seems that poet and editor Paul Vermeersch has been following the reviewing fiasco and has decided to throw his own opinion into the hat. Thus far his argument seems to engage more with the nature of criticism and the actual text of a book than the person of the author or reviewer. When a review strays from this he sees it as lacking in good critical practice. Vermeersch’s take on the idea of authorial intent is much as I see it: not about getting in the writer’s head (which is inevitably impossible), but assessing the work’s message, meaning, and purpose as presented in the text itself. The intent of a well written work should be discernable and supported by the writer’s craft, style, technique, and creativity. How these are used, or misused, can be assessed, not what magical series of thoughts (what s/he was “trying to do”) had circled in the author’s head at the time of writing.

Poetry is more than mere building blocks; it’s communication, and all communication has a purpose, which to say it has intent. In critical discourse, engaging with “intent” has more to do with understanding how the poetry works within its given mode, understanding how a text has been assembled and reading it with an eye towards understanding its purpose, its message, and its content. For example, one would not (should not) measure a poem by E.E. Cummings with the same material yardstick one would use to measure a poem by Robert Frost, or whichever two dissimilar poets you might choose. The two poets have a different ethos, a different project, a different way of communicating, a different “intent” that is expressly manifest in their work.

Anyway, quite a good post that I recommend you read if you haven’t yet seen it. You can find the entire post here.

Is A Picture On A Webpage Worth 1000 Words?

numberoneonthelist — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 00:35:56 +0000

Let’s say that a webpage is about remote control and one of your keyword phrases is “remote control” and you’ve got a picture of a remote controller.

When a visitor lands on your webpage you have less than 20 seconds on average to interest that visitor. If the total of the sizes of the pictures on a webpage add up to more than 500 K then you run the risk of making a visitor wait while your page loads.

A page of nothing but text on a webpage can appear boring to human visitors but automated programs sent by search engines to index your page (“spiders” or “crawlers”) see only text.

A picture of a remote controller should be named “remote-controller.jpg” (not “left_front.jpg”) and include ALT text (shown when the viewer places the mouse on a picture) that describes the picture as a “remote controller”. The words in the name and the ALT text can be seen and indexed by search engine spiders. Using your keyword phrases appropriately in the filenames and ALT text is savvy internal search engine optimization.

Lets say your webpage has a company logo, the company logo is named “ABC-Company-Logo.png” and the ALT text says “ABC Company remote control solutions”. Do not make text part of the image, instead use surrounding text and a caption to include text to your logo. Search engine crawlers can not see text contained within a picture itself.

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brakes

caponerider — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 21:44:17 +0000

just got brakes on my bike got them on right now about to go ride its been 4 yers sence iv had brakes haha so fucked im at a friends house right now posting this cuz im high as fuck ill upload a pic when i get home peace out

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A High Fidelity — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 15:24:58 +0000

It’s 9:08 on a Saturday morning and I am wide awake. When I woke up 2 hours ago, I decided to play Bright Eye’s, “I’m Wide Awake It’s Morning” for the hell of it. I moved back and forth in bed, trying to see if I could go back to sleep. It wasn’t as successful as I wanted it to be. My contacts, however, were as dried as can be. My right contact popped out of my eye. I caught it in my hand. That gave me a reason to finally get up. I made my way to my bathroom to puddle my dry contact in solution. Soaked, I popped it back in my eye and decided to go back to my bed.

I never realized I have so many internet sites I visit on a daily basis. It’s ridiculous. I’m probably going to delete a few of them. I have about 10, literally 10, email accounts from different serves. I lost my password to most of them a few years ago.

I remain in bed listening to Manchester Orchestra. I’ve been listening to Andy Hull like crazy. I had my fair dosage of Right Away, Great Captain these past nights. I think it’s funny how I compare myself to Andy Hull. I also think it’s funny whenever Veronica gets a text from me it says it’s from Andy Hull. Whenever she texts me, it says it is from Kevin Devine. We have been saying that we are Andy and Kevin for a long time now. We are best friends, V and I. And, of course, Andy and Kevin are best friends. So, being them is quite like being ourselves. It’s comical. I enjoy it. A lot.

I am not too sure how I went to bed last night. From the previous post, it seems as if I were a little down. Then again, shifting from seeing Conor a week ago to seeing nobody is quite drastic. I make myself laugh with my whining sometimes.

I got an abundant amount of texts last night. 12 texts from 12 different people. Now, note that I rarely get texts. That’s mainly because I never text anybody (minus my best friends) or when I reply to texts, I always sound like the hugest dick. Minus the random texts, I got a phone call from someone I don’t even know. Under my phone he is “El Dragon Face”. Haha, don’t even ask. Anyways, I do not know him. At all. We don’t know each other. At all. But, he called. He left a voicemail that I do not understand at all. It was pretty weird. But, it did serve as a righteous giggle.

I have no plans for today. Surprising? Not at all. I think I am going to visit V, E , and A today. I am pretty sure Ash and Jacob are coming into town today, as well. Hopefully, this will be a good day. I mean, the weather, from what I can see from my window, looks nice.

Alright, I think I’m going to serve myself a bowl of cereal and surf through the channels.

Oh, also! My love for James Franco and Aaron Tveit has increased dramatically. I mean, seriously. They are so goddamn charming!