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Poem despre lumină - de alex andra la: 16/09/2006 08:07:53
(la: Muzica Rock!)
Începe calm, monoton, un ritm egal, susţinut în fundal, undeva departe, de o baterie şi o chitară bas, in prim plan chitara solo, cu sonorităţi apropiate de cele ale origii. Creşte apoi în intensitate, din ce în ce, se diversifică linia melodica, uşor, aproape insensibil, bateria intervine în forţă, efecte de muzica astrala, ca o parere, acelaşi ritm monoton, aceeaşi linie melodică, repetată obsesiv, ca la Ravel. E la fel şi totuşi nu e. Repetiţie şi diferenţă. Un crescendo continuu. E ca o poarta care se deschide spre lumină. Şi lumina creşte şi creşte, simt cum mă înalţ, îmi cresc aripi, zbor drept în sus, spre lumina aia care mă atrage, nu-i pot rezista. Mă doare. O părere de cor, lumina e orbitoare, cerul se deschide, mă cuprinde. Nu se mai poate suporta. Şi atunci firul se rupe brusc, pentru câteva fracţiuni de secundă şi intră vocea aceea tăioasă ca lumina . Ritmul e acelaşi, linia melodică de bază e aceeaşi, peste ele se suprapune vocea, aproape în canon, cu melodia ei obsedantă. Crescendo continuu. Până unde se poate merge. Numai până la extaz. Linişte. O lumină blândă, ca un crepuscul, o voce stinsă, calda, aproape un murmur, for ever, for ever, for ever, un ecou care stinge. Dar nu de tot. Revine linia aceea obsedanta, ca la Ravel, un ritm care creşte, cu mici variaţiuni melodice. Ultimele patru minute din cele aproape 20, schimbare de linie melodică, un fel de inversare a celei de până acum. Dureros de frumoasă. Lumină de asfinţit, lumină care se duce, ne ducem încet, urcăm un munte, rămân undeva în urmă şi mă uit la ceilalţi cum urcă încet spre cer. Lights. Archive.

Lost without music in a world of noises
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Instructions for a wife then and now - de MMM la: 16/11/2004 04:16:47
(la: Femeia)
The following is from a 1950's Home Economics textbook intended for
the High School girls, teaching how to prepare for married life.

1. Have dinner ready: Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a
delicious meal - on time. This is a way of letting him know that you
have been thinking about him, and are concerned about his needs. Most
men are hungry when they come home and the prospects of a good meal
are part of the warm welcome needed.

2. Prepare yourself: Take 15 minutes to rest so you will be refreshed
when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and
be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be
a little gay and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a
lift.

3. Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of
the house just before your husband arrives, gathering up school books,
toys, paper, etc. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your husband
will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give
you a lift too.

4. Prepare the children: Take a few minutes to wash the children's
hands and faces if they are small, comb their hair, and if necessary,
change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to
see them playing the part.

5. Minimize the noise: At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise
of washer, dryer, dishwasher, or vacuum. Try to encourage the children
to be quiet. Be happy to see him. Greet him with a warm smile and be
glad to see him.

6. Some DON'TS: Don't greet him with problems or complaints. Don't
complain if he's late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with
what he might have gone through that day.

7. Make him comfortable: Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or
suggest he lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready
for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in
a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow him to relax and
unwind.

8. Listen to him: You may have a dozen things to tell him, but the
moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first.

9. Make the evening his: Never complain if he does not take you out to
dinner or to other places of entertainment; instead try to understand
his world of strain and pressure and his need to be home and relax.

10. The Goal: Try to make your home a place of peace and order where
your husband can relax.


Now The updated version for the 2000s woman.

1. Have dinner ready: Make reservations ahead of time. If your day
becomes too hectic just leave him a voice mail message regarding where
you'd like to eat and at what time. This lets him know that your day
has been crappy and gives him an opportunity to change your mood.

2. Prepare yourself: A quick stop at the "LANCOME" counter on your way
home will do wonders for your outlook and will keep you from becoming
irritated every time he belches at the table. (Don't forget to use his
credit card!)

3. Clear away the clutter: Call the housekeeper and let her know
you'll need her for an extra day this week. Tell her that any
miscellaneous items left on the floor by the children can be placed in
the Goodwill box in the garage.

4. Prepare the children: Drop them off at grandma's!

5. Minimize the noise: When he arrives at home remind him that the
washer and garbage disposal are still not working properly and the
noise is driving you crazy (but do this in a nice way and greet him
with a warm smile...this way he might fix it faster).

6. Some DON'TS: Don't greet him with problems and complaints. Let him
speak first, and then your complaints will get more attention and
remain fresh in his mind throughout dinner. Don't complain if he's
late for dinner. Simply remind him that the last one home does the
cooking and the cleanup.

7. Make him comfortable: Remind him where he can find a warm fuzzy
blanket if he's cold. This will show you really care.

8. Listen to him: But don't ever let him get the last word.

9. Make the evening his: a chance to get the washer and garbage
disposal fixed.

10. The Goal: To try to keep things amicable without reminding him
that you make more money than he does.



MMM
143542, de For ever - de Cri Cri la: 06/09/2006 22:51:57
(la: Cum e sa fii "cealalta"?)
Va sa zica, iubirea e scoasa For ever din discutie. Dai cu pietre in barbati: sexul face un barbat sa nu mai gandeasca. Uiti ca si femeile isi mai lasa casniciile.
S-ar bucura cineva cunoscut sa-ti citeasca gandurile frumoase.
Ce spui tu suna cam a ce spunea bunica-mea: te-ai casatorit, esti condamnat. Adica, daca ai facut o data ceva ce nici n-ai gandit sau ai constatat apoi ca a fost o greseala, esti damnat pana la moarte? Misto viziune. Si.. apocaliptica.
Fericiti cei moralisti ca a lor e... mizeria. Fiindca asta e murdar cu adevarat; sa stai cu cineva de care nu mai vrei sa te atingi, sa-i zambesti strepezit si sa faci pe cuplul fericit in public.
Si, daca nu-i retorica intrebarea, atunci DA. Barbatii sunt oameni. Cu atat mai intregi cu cat au curajul de a o lua de la capat. Divorteaza de sotie, nu de copil; e o nuantza.
Iar fata aceea de 24 de ani isi traieste tineretea in felul cum vrea ea, nu cum ai pre-conceput tu programul pentru "trait tineretile".
Si, trecand peste faptul ca "a fi buna la pat" nu e un defect (face bine oricui sa incerce, macar din cand in cand ;)), e o mare naivitate sa crezi ca un barbat lasa totul in urma doar pentru asta.
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He who laughs last thinks slowest.
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143717, de For ever - de Cri Cri la: 07/09/2006 00:40:02
(la: Cum e sa fii "cealalta"?)
Auzzz...? Tot tu ai scris si 143542, de For ever? Ca nu ma lamuresc.
Ori sunteti doua persoane pe un nick?
Asta, oare, poate fi incadrata la "dualitate", sau la "jumatalitate"?
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He who laughs last thinks slowest.
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For ever - de Alexandros la: 08/09/2006 20:59:59
(la: Despre prostituate)
are chiar la un barbat hormonii tin loc de creier??????????


For ever, trec peste felul tau de a raspunde la orice parere care nu e a ta.
Incerc numai sa fiu in fata ta, avocatul barbatilor.
Lumea ta e mica, e vasul pe care muncesti si unde-ti petreci majoritatea timpului.
Barbatii pa care-i vezi zilnic sant marinari.
Nu cred ca marinarii pot fi reprezentativi pentru comportamentul tuturor barbatilor.
oare nu ai o imagine deformata?
Daca lucrai intr-o carciuma puteai spune ca toti barbatii sant betivi, daca traiai intr-o manastire toti barbatii erau sfinti sau daca lucrai intr-un loc raufamat credeai ca toate femeile sant curve?

Ai vazut si tu vreun barbat care merita vreun pic de consideratie?


"omul stie mult mai multe decat intelege" - Alfred Adler
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E. A. Poe - de sanjuro la: 25/11/2003 06:38:29
(la: Cele mai frumoase poezii)
Annabel Lee


It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee; —
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love —
I and my Annabel Lee —
With a love that the wingéd seraphs in Heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre,
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me —
Yes! — that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we —
Of many far wiser than we —
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: —

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: —
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea —
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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School's out for summer/Alice Cooper - de Little Eagle la: 23/06/2004 00:32:52
(la: Ce parere aveti de scolile din strainatate)
Dear sister Belle,

Prin scoli am trecut ca gasca prin apa in Romania inca din clasa a doua...si tot de pe atunci un chiulangiu si desigur inhaitat cu baieti ...rai,ce sa fac nu mi-a placut scoala deloc! am trecut clasele la limita adica cu 5,cred ca cel mai mult ca medie de promovare am avut 6 sau uneori 7,dar colectionam 2-uri si 3-uri in prostie.
Am ramas un an in a 8a repetent,in a 7-a corigent la romana si matematica,am trecut cu 5 in toamna la examene.

Nu-mi ardea de scoala si sa invat si sa-mi fac temele,copiam pe ruptelea de la altii.
Cum veneam acasa de la scoala ieseam afara la joaca cu prietenii,la un fotbal,la vreo cafteala spre seara,la agatat fete,la sarutari si bulaneli,si sa stii ca bine am facut ca am profitat de acele tinereti.
Mai tarziu sex in prostie si inceput sa beau sa fumez(de la 14 ani am tot fumat si baut alcool si avut sex) sa chiulesc mereu de la scoala ,in generala nu ma vedeau prof. cu lunile!
Falsificam note in carnet si la fel falsificam semnaturile parintilor pe carnet,ei saracii credeau ca merg la scoala dar ma faceam ca plec si cand ei plecau la servici eu intram in casa si telefonam golanii mei si gagici si ne puneam pe baut si sex.

Nici in liceu n-am fost mai breaz.Chiuleam in prostie,nu suportam romana,algebra chimia,imi placea istoria antica si medievala.Nu chiuleam insa de la cursurile de arta(desen,pictura,sculptura,modelaj in lut,crochiuri etc),stii ca am studiat la Tonitza.
La fel ca si in generala,am trecut anii de liceu la medii de 5-7(si astea pe copiat)
vorbesc de partea teoretica,la cea artistica insa am avut mereu 9 si 10 pe linie!!!
Si la fel ca si in generala,zilnic petreceri,betii,sex,chiuluri etc.

Obisnuiam sa si fur din alte clase bani din buzunarele altora,odata am pretins ca ma doare maseaua si cerut prof. sa merg la w.c sa ma clatesc cu apa,dar am stiut ca in sala de sport o alta clasa era afara(vara)la sporturi si exercitii fizice si mai stiam ca seful acelei clase adunase banii pt. o excursie ce urmau sa o faca clasa la Predeal.Am furat toti banii,erau cam 6000-7000 lei,bani mari pe atunci prin 1974.
Nimeni n-a stiut cine i-a furat!!!A fost mare scandal in liceu cu politie si directori etc,nimeni nu m-a vazut.
I-am baut cu prietenii si gagicile.Uite ca asa eram,oare ma mai iubesti acum?

Mergeam in practica in vacantele de vara cate 2-3 sapt. sa pictam,eram cazati prin camine si mancam la cafeteria ce ne dadeau de 3 ori pe zi.Plateau parintii totul inclusiv transport.Am fost la Sighisoara,Tulcea,Campeni si desigur ca pe langa pictat ziua,noaptea ne duceam la fete in caminul lor sa avem sex,ori ieseam afara prin boscheti,era frumos totusi.
Desigur betii in nestire,mereu am fost in centrul atentiei,the cool guy.
Pictam mereu beat,atat la scoala cat si in aceste practici si prof. stiau,dar mereu tranteam numai lucrari f. bune si luam 9-10.Colegii mei ma rugau sa prezint la critica lucrarile mele la inceput sa imblinzesc prof. sa nu le dea note mici.

Cand am venit in USA,in 1981(Dec.14),in 1984 am primit bursa la A.S.L.of America pe talent,la acest colegiu infiintat in 1894 in Manhattan accross Carnegie Hall,au studiat Jackson Pollock,Frank Stella,Jasper Jones,Alexander Calder,Andy Warholl,Helen Frankenthaller...ce onoare!

Am studiat pictura in ulei si desigur ca am fost mereu considerat f. bun si la fel.....
desigur ca nu se putea sa nu-mi continui faima.
Asa ca da-i cu bautura in prostie,beam de fata cu prof. mei,directoarea stia dar fiind artist bun mereu astea au fost uitate de ei.
Apoi da-te la fete,nu doar cele din clasa dar la oricare din altele,mereu in centrul atentiei,NU puteam fi singur niciodata,crede-ma,pt. ca daca ma asezam la masa in cafeteria sa beau cateva beri inainte de cursuri,si eram singur la masa...cum intra cineva in cafeteria,venea direct la masa mea si se adunau vreo 15-20,puneam mesele cap la cap.Tipi si tipe,fetele ma sarutau mereu,una odata mi-a zis ca are fantezii despre mine si ca 'I'm playing with myself",cum mi-a zis,si ce sa fac?
In noaptea aia am mers cu ea acasa la ea si avut sex in prostie,era mai greu sa scap de ele...
Ori cu altele mergeam pe acoperisul scolii...Vezi tu Belle,asa eram eu si nu regret o secunda!daca a fost sa invat ceva in viata am invatat din proprii experiente si fiind autodidact,adica am citit ceea ce m-a interesat,ce nevoie aveam de matematica sau chimie...?
Sunt artist profesionist si de 18 ani traiesc din arta mea doar.
Dar asta e viata mea si e unica in felul ei,nu poate fi aceiasi cu a nimanui.
.multa lume ar condamna cum am trait si cat de free minded I was(still am)dar crezi ca-mi pasa?
Am trait din plin si m-am bucurat mereu de o noua zi in viata,"live for today,tomorrow never comes."a fost crezul meu.
ma bucur ca am cunoscut multa lume diversa si fiecare cu culorile ei,am invatat destule si asta mi-a fost scoala mea.Prin proprie experienta si nu din carti.

Odata ,si am tot stat pe ganduri daca sa scriu sau nu,pt. ca lumea din cafenea e prea pudica si pusa pe a trage concluzii gresite,dar in definitiv nu-mi pasa,am avut unele conexiuni cu o secta satanica din Manhattan,pt, ca mereu am fost curios sa cunosc cat mai multe.In final nu am fost pe placul lor,nu f. serios...Ha!
Se numeau "Red Hood Society"si they worshiped of course...Satan!!!
Pot spune insa ca am avut cel mai clasa Ia sex din viata mea.Sa fiu acum ...animalic,the beast.
Am scris ceva despre asta lui LMC.
Aveau un shop in Manhattan si cu toata parafernelia de obiecte de cult,chiar skulls adevarate.O vreme am purtat la gat o pentagrama data de ei si am pictat pt. ei 2 portrete reprezentand pe Lucifer.Era o fata acolo,Christina(Chrissy),asa de frumoasa ca ma topeam in fata ei,avea 26 ani si eu cu 4 ani mai in varsta.
Nu stiu Belle,dar degaja din ea ceva misterios si mirosea mereu frumos si excitant.Par lung si vopsit negru puternic,ruj negru,unghii negre,imbracaminte sexy neagra,era pe vremea cand Madonna aparuse cu hit-ul ei"Like a virgin"si fetele o copiau ca imbracaminte,mereu mi-a placut acel stil de moda.
Era f.f.f. frumoasa,ceva de vis !

Am avut sex cu ea si nu puteam sa cred,ii cam placeau cele S&M si ma lega de pat cu catuse si avand sex cu mine stand deasupra mea(ii placea sa fie in control)picura ceara de la lumanare neagra pe pieptul meu,dar nu simteam nici o durere,eram inebunit dupa ea.
Am fost la cateva party-uri ale sectei lor,erau multi si unii f. bogati locuind in mari loft-uri in Soho,dar totusi nu am simtit ca fac parte din gasca lor si ei la fel si-au dat seama despre mine.
Asa ca dupa 2-3 luni acst capitol din viata mea s-a dus,la fel si Chrissy...i s-a interzis sa aiba de-a face cu mine....stiu ca la un moment dat mi-a spus sincer ca ma iubeste si la fel si eu ei...deh...
O f.f.f. real frumoasa fata,corp superb,picioare la fel,totul perfect chiar.Sa fi fost...Satan in disguise???Ha!Ha!

Deci vezi draga mea Belle cum am fost si cum sunt azi.
Sper sa nu fiu criticat din nou,ce parca voi nu le-ati avut pe ale voastre in tinereti?
Ori toti sunteti usi de biserca?
Poate nu chiar ca mine,dar ceva tot ati avut,dar nu vrea nimeni sa -si dezvaluie trecutul,NU e nici o rusine!!

Love&peace,
Ozzy(Little Eagle Who Cries)
































































































































































JUST FOR YOU/LMC - de Little Eagle la: 25/06/2004 04:41:24
(la: PUTEREA RUGACIUNII)
SABBATH BLOODY SABBATH

"You've seen life through distorted eyes
You Know you have to learn
The execution of your mind
You really had to turn
The race is run the book is read
The end begins to show
The truth is out,the lies are old
But you don't want to know

Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you're on your own
Fill your head all full of lies.

The people who heve crippled you
You want to see them burn
The gates of life have closed on you
And there's just no return
You're wishing that the hands of doom
Could take your mind away
And you don't care if you don't see again
The light of day.

Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reason why
They just tell you that you're on your own
Fill your head all full of lies

Where can you run to?
What more can you do?
No more tomorrow
Life is killing you
Dreams turn to nightmares
Heaven turns to hell
Burned out confusion
Nothing more to tell

Everything around you
What's it coming to
God knows as your dognose
Bog blast all of you
Sabbath Bloody Sabbath
Nothing more to do
Living just for dying
Dying just for you.

Tony Iommi-Guitars
Ozzy Osbourne-Vocals+lyrics
Bill Ward-Drums
Tony"Geezer"Butler-Bass

Black Sabbath album 1973

Cred ca se potriveste cu tine.Ozzy for president!Hey,stii ceva?
Fam lui Ozzy vor vota pt. Kerry.HA! HA! HA!
See you in hell,ladies first!

Ozzy
































Look at yourself! LMC.... - de Little Eagle la: 25/06/2004 21:24:54
(la: Despre Alegerile din S.U.A.: De ce trebuie sa votam pt. GWB.)
Don't be concerned,I can take care of myself without your...help!
I'm a big blown baby and I'm gonna suck you inside my own self.
To release myself?Are you talking about sex?You're quite nasty but exciting when you say..."I'm ready to take it all in"...I don't know exactly ..what did you try to say...but it's fine with me!I'll come to CA and believe me we can fuck all night long,I think you didn't have to much sex in the last months...maybe....YEARS?Oh babe you'll gonna take it ALL IN.And finally you'll like it!Wait 'till I go down between your legs and give you the best head you ever had!
At least 1 hour I'll lick you dry!

Iwent to the west a few times.I still have lots of friends there,some they'll move here in NJ because they ...hate CA and those ..shallow people like yourself,and mind you,they were born there and are americans,.not like you.
You're still a stranger here,you don't belong here darling.
Did you really have a one to one conversation with your self?Did you ask yourself if you belong here?
NO!You took everything for granted,like ...this land belongs to you...!Well,IT DOES NOT!!!

And you have the nerve to ask me that I am in the wrong way of thinking?
I will contact you only if you decide to have sex!!I mean if you want it!You'll never ever regret it!!!!I'll give you the moon and the stars,you'll have all the fireworks and beg for more
Would you like that?C'mon,I know you,after a week with me you'll become a
hindu!!You'll forget to be a republican anymore!You'll be what I want you to be.
When was the last time you had a great pussy lick?I mean,to the perfection????And then a good sex to last and last?
Or you know only...the missionarry position?When was the last time when a man threw you against the wall and ripped off your panties and grabbed you in his arms and fuck you like there is no tomorrow,or hitting your ass against the wall and meanwhile sucking your undies in his mouth????

I think you'll be a different woman if you'll get more laid and have a great fuck!!!!You'll start to love me and Spiderman,you'll love everybody!I think I found the secret!!!!YOU DON"T HAVE ENOUGH DICK!!!Hey,you know what?I'll pretend to my wife that I am going to San Diego at a comicon(comic book convention),Iwent in the past many times and I do have lots of good friends in CA.Nobody has to know.
I'll meet you,we'll go right on the beach at sunset and we'll have sex together
till sunrise,naked and have some fun in the ocean too.You tell me.
Why not?

This is the way to release myself and for sure I'm ready for you ANY TIME BABY!

Love&peace,
Ozzy Osbourne(Hell is open for you any time now...)







































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one more...for you, Belle! - de SB_one la: 18/07/2004 18:48:21
(la: Femeia)
TOP TEN THINGS ONLY WOMEN UNDERSTAND

10. Cats' facial expressions.

9. The need for the same style of shoes in different colors.

8. Why bean sprouts aren't just weeds.

7. Fat clothes.

6. Taking a car trip without trying to beat your best time.

5. The difference between beige, ecru, cream, off-white, and
eggshell.

4. Cutting your bangs to make them grow.

3. Eyelash curlers.

2. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made.

AND, the NumberOne NumberOne thing only women understand:
1. OTHER WOMEN

...WE ALL NEED TO SMILE !!!



SB
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it's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice !
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Pt Ozzy Kowalski - de OmuletulGoma la: 09/08/2004 08:53:50
(la: Preferati muzica)
Frate sa ma ierti, dar ma raliez Frumoasei in apararea Abbei. Ei nu au cantat pop, au cantat ABBA. Si cu toate ca nu ajung nici la glezna lui Dylan, au avut si ei farmecul lor.

Si pentru ca tot am ajuns la Dylan, am sa deschid un subiect care a fost mult comentat. Ce parere ai despre felul in care "he sold out to the establishment" (sa vandut)? Cred ca stii la ce ma refer - reclama la Victoria Secret. Faina reclama, n-am ce zice, dar ...

Black Sabath mi-au placut si mie mult. Ei, Iron Maiden si Judas Priest. In liceu ii ascultam mult. Si Accept si Led Zeppelin si Deep Purple, dar mai ales Scorpions (pana prin '89, ca dup'aia s-au cam comercializat). Acum m-am prostit, cand am timp ascult comentarii politice.

Din BS imi placea tare mult (trebuie sa recunosc, motive personale) un cantec care de fapt nu ii reprezinta deloc - "She's gone". La un moment dat mi-am facut o caseta numai cu aceasta melodie repetata intr-una. Eh, ce vrei, ticneli de adolescent indragostit. Acum am femeia, nu-mi mai trebuie melodia. Dar cand se intampla sa o mai aud inca imi umezeste ochii.

Dar sa ne intoarcem la Dylan. Nu ma rabda inima si voi posta un cantec de-al lui care este extraordinar de actual cu toate ca a fost scris prin anii '60. Imi cer iertare ne-cititorilor de engleza, dar nu voi avea tupeul de a atenta o traducere asa cum facea un guitator mentionat de tine mai devreme.

Masters of War

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

I am only one, but I AM one!
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Pentru cei care citesc Engleza - de LMC la: 02/09/2004 01:20:55
(la: Cum sa devii un liberal de nota 10!)
Dupa cum multi dintre voi stiti saptamina asta se desfasoara conventia partidului Republican. Aseara Arnold Schwarzenegger a vorbit, iar astazi toate programele de radio si televizor si toate ziarele sau concentrat asupra speech-ului lui Arnold. Cei care doresc sa afle ce a spus mai jos puteti citi speech-ul lui. Tot aici puteti afla cine sint Republicanii si care este platforma partidului Republican. Citire placuta.

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Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger

Thank you.

What a greeting! This is like winning an Oscar! ...As if I would know!

Speaking of acting, one of my movies was called "True Lies." It's what the Democrats should have called their convention.

My fellow Americans, this is an amazing moment for me. To think that a once-scrawny boy from Austria could grow up to become Governor of California and stand in Madison Square Garden to speak on behalf of the President of the United States that is an immigrant's dream. It is the American dream.

I was born in Europe ...and I've traveled all over the world. I can tell you that there is no place, no country, more compassionate more generous more accepting and more welcoming than the United States of America.

As long as I live, I will never forget that day 21 years ago when I raised my hand and took the oath of citizenship.

Do you know how proud I was? I was so proud that I walked around with an American flag around my shoulders all day long.

Tonight, I want to talk about why I'm even more proud to be an American -why I'm proud to be a Republican and why I believe this country is in good hands.

When I was a boy, the Soviets occupied part of Austria. I saw their tanks in the streets .I saw communism with my own eyes. I remember the fear we had when we had to cross into the Soviet sector. Growing up, we were told, "Don't look the soldiers in the eye. Look straight ahead." It was a common belief that Soviet soldiers could take a man out of his own car and ship him off to the Soviet Union as slave labor.

My family didn't have a car -- but one day we were in my uncle's car. It was near dark as we came to a Soviet checkpoint. I was a little boy, I wasn't an action hero back then, and I remember how scared I was that the soldiers would pull my father or my uncle out of the car, and I'd never see him again. My family and so many others lived in fear of the Soviet boot. Today, the world no longer fears the Soviet Union and it is because of the United States of America!

As a kid I saw the socialist country that Austria became after the Soviets left. I love Austria and I love the Austrian people - but I always knew America was the place for me.

In school, when the teacher would talk about America, I would daydream about coming here. I would sit for hours watching American movies transfixed by my heroes like John Wayne. Everything about America seemed so big to me so open, so possible.

I finally arrived here in 1968.I had empty pockets, but I was full of dreams. The presidential campaign was in full swing. I remember watching the Nixon and Humphrey presidential race on TV. A friend who spoke German and English, translated for me. I heard Humphrey saying things that sounded like socialism which is what I had just left. But then I heard Nixon speak. He was talking about free enterprise, getting government off your back, lowering taxes, and strengthening the military. Listening to Nixon speak sounded more like a breath of fresh air.

I said to my friend, "What party is he?" My friend said, "He's a Republican." I said, "Then I am a Republican!" And I've been a Republican ever since! And trust me, in my wife's family, that's no small achievement! I'm proud to belong to the party of Abraham Lincoln, the party of Teddy Roosevelt, the party of Ronald Reagan and the party of George W. Bush.

To my fellow immigrants listening tonight, I want you to know how welcome you are in this party. We Republicans admire your ambition. We encourage your dreams. We believe in your future. One thing I learned about America is that if you work hard and play by the rules, this country is truly open to you. You can achieve anything.

Everything I have my career my success my family I owe to America. In this country, it doesn't make any difference where you were born. It doesn't make any difference who your parents were. It doesn't make any difference if, like me, you couldn't even speak English until you were in your twenties.

America gave me opportunities, and my immigrant dreams came true. I want other people to get the same chances I did, the same opportunities. And I believe they can. That's why I believe in this country, that's why I believe in this party and that's why I believe in this President.

Now, many of you out there tonight are "Republican" like me in your hearts and in your beliefs. Maybe you're from Guatemala. Maybe you're from the Philippines. Maybe Europe or the Ivory Coast. Maybe you live in Ohio Pennsylvania or New Mexico. And maybe just maybe you don't agree with this party on every single issue. I say to you tonight I believe that's not only okay that's what's great about this country. Here

we can respectfully disagree and still be patriotic still be American and still be good Republicans

My fellow immigrants, my fellow Americans how do you know if you are a Republican? I'll tell you how.

If you believe that government should be accountable to the people, not the people to the government...then you are a Republican! If you believe a person should be treated as an individual, not as a member of an interest group... then you are a Republican! If you believe your family knows how to spend your money better than the government does... then you are a Republican! If you believe our educational system should be held accountable for the progress of our children ... then you are a Republican! If you believe this country, not the United Nations, is the best hope of democracy in the world ... then you are a Republican! And, ladies and gentlemen ...if you believe we must be fierce and relentless and terminate terrorism ... then you are a Republican!

There is another way you can tell you're a Republican. You have faith in free enterprise, faith in the resourcefulness of the American people ...and faith in the U.S. economy. To those critics who are so pessimistic about our economy, I say: Don't be economic girlie men!

The U.S. economy remains the envy of the world. We have the highest economic growth of any of the world's major industrialized nations. Don't you remember the pessimism of twenty years ago when the critics said Japan and Germany were overtaking the U.S.? Ridiculous!

Now they say India and China are overtaking us. Don't you believe it! We may hit a few BUMPS -- but America always moves ahead! That's what Americans do!

We move prosperity ahead. We move freedom ahead. We move people ahead. Under President Bush, and Vice President Cheney, America's economy is moving ahead in spite of a recession they inherited and in spite of the attack on our homeland.

Now, the other party says there are two Americas. Don't believe that either. I've visited our troops in Iraq, Kuwait, Bosnia, Germany, and all over the world. I've visited our troops in California, where they train before they go overseas. And I've visited our military hospitals. And I can tell you this: Our young men and women in uniform do not believe there are two Americas!

They believe we are one America and they are fighting for it! We are one America - and President Bush is defending it with all his heart and soul!

That's what I admire most about the President. He's a man of perseverance.

He's a man of inner strength. He is a leader who doesn't flinch, doesn't waiver, does not back down. My fellow Americans, make no mistake about it terrorism is more insidious than communism, because it yearns to destroy not just the individual but the entire international order.

The President didn't go into Iraq because the polls told him it was popular. As a matter of fact, the polls said just the opposite. But leadership isn't about polls. It's about making decisions you think are right and then standing behind those decisions. That's why America is safer with George W. Bush as President.

He knows you don't reason with terrorists. You defeat them. He knows you can't reason with people blinded by hate. They hate the power of the individual. They hate the progress of women. They hate the religious freedom of others. They hate the liberating breeze of democracy. But, ladies and gentlemen, their hate is no match for America's decency.

We're the America that sends out Peace Corps volunteers to teach village children.

We're the America that sends out missionaries and doctors to raise up the poor and the sick. We're the America that gives more than any other country, to fight AIDS in Africa and the developing world. And we're the America that fights not for imperialism but for human rights and democracy.

You know, When the Germans brought down the Berlin Wall America's determination helped wield the sledgehammers. When that lone, young Chinese man stood in front of those tanks in Tiananmen Square America's hopes stood with him. And when

Nelson Mandela smiled in election victory after all those years in prison America celebrated, too.

We are still the lamp lighting the world especially for those who struggle. No matter in what labor camp they slave no matter in what injustice they're trapped -- they hear our call ... they see our light ... and they feel the pull of our freedom. They come here as I did because they believe. They believe in US.

They come because their hearts say to them, as mine did, "If only I can get to America." Someone once wrote -"There are those who say that freedom is nothing but a dream." They are right. It's the American dream.

No matter the nationality, no matter the religion, no matter the ethnic background, America brings out the best in people. And as Governor of the great state of California -- I see the best in Americans every day ... our police, our firefighters our nurses, doctors and teachers our parents.

And what about the extraordinary men and women who have volunteered to fight for the United States of America! I have such great respect for them and their heroic families.

Let me tell you about the sacrifice and commitment I've seen firsthand. In one of the military hospitals I visited, I met a young guy who was in bad shape. He'd lost a leg had a hole in his stomach ... his shoulder had been shot through.

I could tell there was no way he could ever return to combat. But when I asked him, "When do you think you'll get out of the hospital?" He said, "Sir, in three weeks." And do you know what he said to me then? He said he was going to get a new leg ... and get some therapy ... and then he was going back to Iraq to serve alongside his buddies! He grinned at me and said, "Arnold ... I'll be back!"

Ladies and gentlemen, America is back! back from the attack on our homeland- back from the attack on our economy back from the attack on our way of life. We're back because of the perseverance, character and leadership of the 43rd President of the United States George W. Bush.

My fellow Americans ...I want you to know that I believe with all my heart that America remains "the great idea" that inspires the world. It's a privilege to be born here. It's an honor to become a citizen here. It's a gift to raise your family here to vote here and to live here.

Our president George W. Bush has worked hard to protect and preserve the American dream for all of us. That's why I say ... send - him - back to Washington for four more years!

Thank you, America -- and God bless you all!
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alex - de Belle la: 03/09/2004 20:46:09
(la: despre barbati ... fara suparare :))
ok... ar trebui sa-ti inchipui, da' pana atunci hai sa vedem daca cineva iti raspunde la intrebare.

pentru mine chestia cu fundul paros e ca prima din sirul (a se citi "shir" dupa definitia data de tine) de "insulte" de mai jos (se vede ca iar imi curat computerul)

Roses are red, violets are blue, I once thought I was ugly, until I saw you!

Just because you have one doesn't mean you have to act like one!

A man's got to do what a man's got to do. A woman must do what he can't.

Men's brains are like the prison system - not enough cells.

Stupidity does not qualify as a handicap, park elsewhere!

You have a right to your opinions. I just don't want to hear them.

You're breath' so stinky I don't know whether I should give you a breath mint or toiletpaper!

If you can't live without me, why aren't you dead already?

You'd make a lovely corpse!

I never forget a face, but in your case I'll make an exception.

Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?

Did you eat a brain tumor for breakfast?

You love nature in spite of what it did to you?

I want to reach your mind - where is it currently located?

I wish I'd known you when you were alive.

If you ever had a bright idea, it would be beginner's luck!

What's on your mind? If you'll forgive the overstatement.

When you go to the mind reader, do you get half price?

I look into your eyes and get the feeling someone else is driving.

You're a mouse studying to be a rat.

Don't look now, but there's one too many in this room and I think it's you.

Every time I'm next to you, I get a fierce desire to be alone.

I can't believe that out of 100,000 sperm, you were the quickest!

If you ever become a mother, can I have one of the puppies?

There's nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won't cure.

Why don't you bore a hole in yourself and let the sap run out?

You're a good example of why some animals eat their young.



~~~ I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it!
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Din seria "Sfaturi esentiale de la cei mai buni fotografi" - de Dinu Lazar la: 27/09/2004 09:39:04
(la: O conversatie cu DINU LAZAR, fotograf)
Never, never, NEVER, ever perform an Act Of Photography for a writer... no matter who the writer is, how well you know him or her, or what the publication is.

Writers never, never, NEVER, ever have the authority to purchase photography.

They never, never, NEVER, ever have a budget for photography.

Always call the publication, first, and locate someone who DOES have authority to purchase photography... who DOES have a budget with which to purchase photography... and make sure that your price, and your T's and C's, are understood BEFORE ever turning on the camera.

Making photos for writers, sending them in, and THEN trying to get paid is ALWAYS bad news.
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Edgar Allan Poe - de fefe la: 19/11/2004 00:18:43
(la: Cele mai frumoase poezii)
Scuzati-ma dar mi-am adus aminte ca mai este un scriitor care il ador. Tot American, si tot unul din favoritii mei. Enjoy.


ANNABEL LEE
( 1849)
by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.


-THE END-

atunci sa facem completarea de cuvinta... - de sanjuro la: 19/11/2004 10:10:12
(la: Cele mai frumoase poezii)
Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven
[First published in 1845]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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poeziile mele preferate... - de nebunica la: 29/11/2004 14:07:10
(la: Cele mai frumoase poezii)
1. E.E. Cummings - you said Is (XIII)

you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
Looking into
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.

....and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand(which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl's
breast,
lightly)
Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered




2. E.E. Cummings - i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)



3. Edgar Allan Poe - Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view


4. E.E. Cummings - I Am A Beggar Always


i am a beggar always
who begs in your mind

(slightly smiling, patient, unspeaking
with a sign on his
chest
BLIND)yes i

am this person of whom somehow
you are never wholly rid(and who

does not ask for more than
just enough dreams to
live on)
after all, kid

you might as well
toss him a few thoughts

a little love preferably,
anything which you can't
pass off on other people: for
instance a
plugged promise-

the he will maybe (hearing something
fall into his hat)go wandering
after it with fingers;till having

found
what was thrown away
himself
taptaptaps out of your brain, hopes, life
to(carefully turning a
corner)never bother you any more



5. e.e. cummings - the boys i mean are not refined

the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined

they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite

the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss

they speak whatever's on their mind
they do whatever's in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance



Ce spuneti de:
" Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered..."?
Jafurile, la ordinea zilei daca mergeti in concediu - de Dinu Lazar la: 11/08/2005 14:49:11
(la: O conversatie cu DINU LAZAR, fotograf)
August. Vacanta. Deconectare.
Dar altii abia asteapta sa ne-o faca.
Tocmai are loc o discutie intre citiva fotografi pe tema asta...
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Try to use only very old or destroyed-look cameras and do not make any noise when you are plundered.
When this happened nobody will help you; mafia is everywere.
And try to look very poor; no clock, no chains, any gold jewelry... and a miserable bag is also suitable...
Let all your original papers at hotel and use only copies.
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I have had cameras or other stuff stolen in almost every country I have ever worked. The exceptions: 13 African countries, Hungary, Czechoslovakia (as was), Russia and the Middle East, Spain & Portugal. In Hungary I left two leica's under a chair in a hotel lobby. The camera's were returned to me by a furious hotel worker. "Do you know what a temptation it is for our people when they see valuable stuff lying around?" This was in the days of communism. In Africa, a herdsman walked an hour into the nearest town to turn in a viewfinder that had fallen off a camera.

London still has an organized street Mafia, I am sure. Leave anything of apparent value in a locked car, even on a busy central London street with hundreds of people passing by, and it may be taken. Within 20 minutes it will be on a train to France, or elsewhere.

New York? 2 shiny cases full of Leica gear were taken within 5 minutes of my arrival at Westbeth, a building that is kept locked at the weekend. I was in the elevator about to go up to my apartment floor when my wife returned to the building. I looked for a switch to inactivate the elevator--couldn't find one. Took 12 paces to the front door to open it for my wife. In the intervening 20 seconds the elevator went up and came down empty. This was on a Sunday morning in an apparently deserted building. My mistake was to be using flashy cases. Never again.

Italy? Hah. Dinu is right. Don't draw attention to yourself. Don't have flashy bags. If you can, find a trustworthy local to work with you to keep an eye on your stuff.
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I always travel "downgraded", looking like I just barely made it and my stuff too. If I lose the gear it is not the end of the world, but I HATE the paperwork and time lost processing, processing, processing . . . and it is worse in Europe, and it is an eternal hell in South America (and will never get resolved). Having said that, my only real losses or problems have been here in North America . . . what a surprise.

I read a long time ago about a film crew (might have been a photog, don't remember), who had dingy looking cases with stenciled words to the effect of "morticians" or "coroners" supplies. According to them it worked well. If you are falling into town alone it isn't too hard to look like a vagrant, but if you arrive with a crew and insist on being "the president has arrived!!!!", well rots of ruck. It is amusing to see companies like Lightware who make superb cases, also offer covers that they advise you to "shoot with graffiti, scrawl upon, etc, etc".

If you insist upon walking the streets looking like a north american with half a camera shop hanging off you, well good, you deserve to get mugged.
The best shooters ever in the history of this medium usually walked about with only a single camera and maybe one or two extra lenses . . . Bresson, Haas, etc (notice they are two extremely different styles, but both minimalists when it came to walking the walk . . . you could learn to do the same).

Make your stuff look like s**t so nobody wants it . . . it still won't save you from the smartest hit and run thief, but then not much will except for a
45 automatic. . . and that ain't exectly a good idea, not even in gun crazy america.

Check the info from sites like Lonelyplanet, Roughguide, and Footprint. It isn't an exact evaluation of the situation, but it will give you a general feel for how you should proceed . . . much better than what you will find on this list . . . their updates are fairly current.
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joke - de giocondel la: 26/09/2005 19:43:50
(la: Trancaneala Aristocrata "6")


You Know You're Romanian When....
You grew up on liver sandwiches.... and thought that was normal. You make your own noodles. You had to share a room until you were 21. Everything you eat is savored in garlic and onions. You try and reuse gift wrappers, gift boxes, and of course aluminum foil. You are standing next to the two largest suitcases at the airport. You arrive one or two hours late to a party - and think its normal. All your children have nick names, which sound nowhere close to their real names. You know someone with 20 kids You talk for an hour at the front door when leaving someone's house. You can fit 10 people into a Dacia. Your parents never throw anything away and if you by some chance manage to get something to make it to the garbage can... it mysteriously appears back where it was again. You have lace curtains. You have lace tablecloths. You have rugs covering every inch of your house. You have or had rugs on your walls. Your mom tells you you're too skinny even though your 30 pounds overweight. You ever heard of 'stomach stew'. Girls cant have boyfriends when they are 17 but they have to be married at 18. You have curtains hanging across every doorway. Your parents tell you not to care what your friends think but they won't let you do certain things because of what other 'frati' and 'surori' will think. You know someone that married his girlfriend of 2 months. Your mom is a doctor and force feeds you medicine for anything ranging from a headache, stomach ache to a stubbed toe. Your house is full of Romanian medicine that is probably illegal here. You and your friends have ever been kicked out of a restaurant or recreational park for being too loud or rowdy. Your mom recycles plastic cups and paper plates, and sandwich bags by washing them. You dont know how to use a dishwasher. You have a vinyl tablecloth on your kitchen table. You use grocery bags to hold garbage. Your dad ever butchered a pig or lamb. You keep leftover food in your fridge in as many numbers of bowls as possible. Your kitchen shelf is full of jam jars, varieties of bowls and plastic utensils (Got free with some household items). Going to the movies is a sin. Your parents call you farm animals when you get them mad. Your mom ever chased you with a rolling pin or a broom telling you to stop so that she could hit you. Your dad ever told you to smack yourself over the mouth for being disrespectful. You're twenty years old and your parents are trying to send you to Romoville to get you married cause your old. Getting married at 18 is normal. Getting married at 16 actually happens. Your mom washes your clothing at 40. A new tax being passed by the government is simply a cover up because the end of the world is really coming. Asking if you can get a discount at a discount store on clearance items is normal and not embarrassing for your parents. You don't use measuring cups when cooking. You feel like you've gotten a good deal if you didn't pay tax. You can only travel if there are 5 persons at least to see you off or receive you whether you are traveling by bus, train or plane. You only make long distance calls after 11 p.m. If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight. When your parents meet strangers and talk for a few minutes, you discover you're talking to a distant cousin. Your parents don't realize phone connections to foreign countries have improved in the last two decades, and still scream at the top of their lungs when making foreign calls. You have bed sheets on your sofas so as to keep them away from getting dirty. It's "normal" if your wedding has 600 people. You dont know half the people at your wedding cuz your parents invited them. You've seen the ground while inside the lavatory of a train. You have mastered the art of bargaining in grocery shopping. You walk out of the grocery store with no less then two packed shopping carts weekly. You're proud to be Romanian - and you pass these jokes on to all your Romanian friends!




"To merit the madness of love, man must abound in sanity"
-The Seven Valleys-

Photoshopu` moare de oftica - de Dinu Lazar la: 19/10/2005 22:32:14
(la: O conversatie cu DINU LAZAR, fotograf)
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Acum sa vedeti discutii prin revistele romanesti... imaginea asta e fotoshopata sau aperturaita?
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