Maybe because the weather today has the appearance of a sad day in late autumn, it will be that every time you approach a bridge (I will not do) I force myself to be mentally tired just to deserve the rest, which will be the motto of the Palio of Siena says it all and more than anything, but today I feel that fits me ... to "brush" as they say!!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
2009 500 Polaris Front Wheel Bearings
Maybe because the weather today has the appearance of a sad day in late autumn, it will be that every time you approach a bridge (I will not do) I force myself to be mentally tired just to deserve the rest, which will be the motto of the Palio of Siena says it all and more than anything, but today I feel that fits me ... to "brush" as they say!!
Can I Take Superpump 250 And Creatine Supplement
Nico Carlucci
Preamble
L 'A is a negation of diversity? But when he preaches the concept of a multiply: if you do not preach at all would be one, if I speak of is already more than one, is already two. The following is added, so the concept of being. Last Plato: One is to be just because I preach: I affirm and deny the same time. Ideas are not next to each other, but if the berth interact and collide. This is the new meaning of dialectics, which designates more than just a method of investigation: the structure of reality becomes
The Myth is the "other"
And now let's look at some of Plato's dialogues in which characters appear and times "others" around which the anthropologist questions: Diotima, the priestess of Mantinea, Er and his legend, the Stranger from Elea to Athens where the philosopher speaks in politician. are all traces of the man who questioned the man who "goes" as the cultural model of membership provides. Encoder and the decoder of the world. In this model this is lived by the Athenian philosopher, and then the culture and history. In this regard, it would be interesting to see where it comes from Plato's doctrine of ideas. The level of anthropological analysis is different, I know, from that of the philosopher. But they may interact to better understand the history of Western thought. Franco Trabattoni proposes an evolutionary not work dell'ateniese. The dialogues of maturity, and Republic Phaedo, for example, should not be seen in contrast with what the philosopher wrote in the period of old age. The doctrine of Ideas is, ultimately, a provocation of the dialectic between the sub-lunar world and the moon. What matters is the dialectic, indeed, in its Trabattoni writes about the second navigation Phaedo, the logoi namely the speeches in the freedom of those who defines, communicates and does, well, science in Antiquity
go to order
is the priestess Diotima teaches Socrates that the things in love. 'As we see in Symposium which speaks of Eros. Here Diotima explains because love is the desire of beauty. From his father porros, Eros inherits the tension towards the beauty and the desire to possess it, while the mother takes poena the absence, her being barefoot. Eros is abandoned and homeless sleeping, is a demon that makes the 'man philosopher. Diotima defines a route that starts from the initiation earthly beauty to arrive at the vision of beauty in itself: the beauty of a single body to rise to the beauty of all the beautiful bodies and finally alI'idea the Beautiful.
Where is the Homeland?
The stranger from Elea's home elsewhere, and traces of a source, but no longer accessible. The Stranger destroys Elea, home and stands on the brink of a new world which he himself brought to light. All my life belongs to Elea Elea, an alien is that there is more.
interpretation of the myth of Er
The Myth of Er appears at the end of Republic. Here Plato shows that metempsychosis makes almost all sentences temporary: the souls, after a thousand years of expiation or reward in the afterlife, they return to live and have the option of "wise men" indefinitely. Er is back from the dead to refer to his story. the daimon does not happen in fate, but is the subject of a choice. Freedom of choice makes free souls. It was not so in traditional morality, if this was the prerogative of an established power. Metempsychosis, in Plato, is an empowering together, the case that determines the order of choice is not decisive, because the paradigms of life are more numerous than the anime. The return of Er from the dead is a powerful image: the reality exists only insofar as it is alive and striving for the best. We exist in a fully only if we make our own choices.
Epilogue
We met with the Homeland Er, his nostalgia and myth that is still lost space. And then, the desire for beauty, love and the power of those who experimented with the "foreign" to Mantinea, Diotima. It is continued with Er, the world of the dead, but the "resurrection". Man wants to be free, says using the Plato dialogues and myths invented by himself. The human remains fully human target "the good life."
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Consumer Reports Floors
I finally finished this one. Work requiring too many hours I arrive exhausted and enervate the end, almost hating them.
This will be framed with a Baroque silver frame and will obviously be hung next to this one:
not wait to enjoy them on the wall! I fell in love, it will be for the effort, it will be for the thrill of it has succeeded, you are a bit 'daughters .....
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Italian Language Importance In World
on just watching D-chan , for each category was given at least one holiday a year, except to men who must wait to celebrate becoming Pope (March 19 ) or grandparents (Oct. 2) ...
So I join this initiative and now I dedicate to March 9 Day Man!
But even here we must make distinctions, because man and boy are not exactly the same thing! W
Then the man who thinks with the brain and not something else, w is the man who does not forget a friend in need and who knows how to keep up the friendship with a woman, no ulterior motives; w man who respects his woman, but without becoming the doormat, and respects her boss, but do not trample on their ideas, and I I would also add that the man w not stink and is dedicated to the care of himself, but without reaching excesses improfumati depilatories and making it a kind of doll shiny and greasy from the many oil sprinkled on your skin! W man can reassure all ew uomoni not afetti by Fabite , what an ugly beast! E w
men who know how to sympathize, at the right time, though ;-)
D-chan had a right thought: every category of people has at least one special day to celebrate during the year, apart from men, who can celebrate just on 19 March (Dad's Day) or on 2 October (Grandparents' Day) .
So I'll join this initiative and, starting from today, 9 March will be Men's Day!
But it must be clear that a man is not just a male being!
So, hooray for the man who think with his brain and not with something else; for the man who's always there when a friend needs it and who's able to be friend with a woman, without other reasons than just being friends; horay for the man who respects his woman, without being her slave, and for the man who respects his boss, without killing His own ideas, and I would like to add a hooray for The Man Who Does not smell and Takes Care of His Body, But without Becoming a sort of smooth-shining-scented doll! Hooray for the Man Who Makes you feel safe and secure!
And hooray for All Those men who can still cry, But at the right time ;-)
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Funny Volleyball Sayings
Ugh, Carnival has come to an end and I have not found an "accomplice" that disguises itself with me!
enough, next year, if you see a crazy masked running alone on Via del Corso, you know who I am! But today is also the Celebration of Women!
And since I think we make a "commercial" a party, this year I decided to take a sprig of mimosa less (except Dad megalomaniac uprooting of entire branches -_-') and to think a little' more to women themselves ...
to those already in history, in spite of themselves, for their discoveries or their sacrifices, often cost the life to those victims of ignorance or malice of man, and when I say "man" I am not referring only to the male gender, but to all mankind; to those who study and work, then return at home and take care of the housework, and between a piece of time and the other devoted to their hobbies, like all of you, and with their golden hands can create such beautiful things, and then again only goes to make ends meet and eventually, when the evening could relax a bit 'on the couch, find time to play and talk with their children, even if they have the back burning with fatigue; daughters, mothers, grandmothers (who are moms twice), the great-grandmothers and all those before them, which in one way or another have filled our lives with those who was next and, many times, have swallowed bitter pills in order to keep peace in a family, between family or between nations; to all those who take life lightly, but do not ever underestimate it.
And sciacquette? And the cat-death? And does it reach? And those that solve everything boobs and sculettamenti because "of my life I do what I want," the face of those who work seriously?
UEH, ragasse, today is the Festival of Women, not the females ;-)
Phew, it's the last Carnival day and I didn't find anyone who wanted to wear a costume to keep me company!
Next year, if you see a crazy girl who walks alone through Via del Corso (Rome), alone, it's me!
But today it's also Women's Day!
And because I think a special day becomes a commercial day just if we make it like that, this year I decided to buy less Mimosa's bunches (unless dad brings us an entire branch again -_-' ) and think a bit more to women instead...
To those who wrote our history, even without deciding that, cos of their discoveries or sacrifices, often paid with life; to the victims of ignorance and cruelty of men, and I don't just mean male beings, but all humans; to those who study and work, then go home and take care of the house, and dedicate the spare time o their hobbies, creating such beautful things with their gold hands, just like all of you, and then again they work to administrate the family's money in the right way and in the evening, when they could relax on the couch, find time to play and talk with their children, even if they're so tired their back burns; to daughters, mums, grandmothers (they're mums twice), great-grandmothers and to all those before them, who filled, in a way or another, the life of those who lived beside them and who, many times decided to not talk, just to manain peace in a family, between two families or among entire populations; to all those who take life easily, without understimate it.
And what about society Those climbers who think just means clustering Being a woman breast-nice big bottom-sell Themselves to anyone, cos' I do what I want with my life "In Spite Of Those Who Really Work?
Oh, come on girls, it's Women's Day, not female's day! ;-)
Monday, March 7, 2011
Where Can I Watchmega Man 2010
Carnival Has Been Celebrated for Centuries in this time of the year, During Which the only costume you can wear to not die in the cold is one of the Swiffer dust?
Friday, March 4, 2011
Redken Color Conversion Wella
7:05, the bus stop I see the same faces.
's one of those cases where the routine I do not mind at all: here comes the usual clerical mustache, glasses and a backpack, is beyond the Chinese mother with her three sons polite, next to Mrs. me crazy ... All of them are on my watch, yes, my yardstick for measuring the time and even today, in spite of everything are on time!
I go on 90, which today is incredibly timely, and just sitting at my usual place I see that there too, the girl with those big blue eyes, and bangs liscissima look so sweet.
I think today has come out in a hurry too: breakfast on the fly with pre-packaged croissant!
"Hello, how are you?"
Toh, many years and I see that I had never heard his voice!
"Well, thanks and you?" meets the man sitting in front of her.
"Oh, fine, but I lost my job ..."
He lost his job ... It 'a perfect stranger, yet the news has affected me and a little' me sad.
I look at it better, the tone in which he speaks is a bit 'dejected, and believe it, but her smile radiates strength, confidence, desire to not give up, I naturally hope that my heart will soon find its way!
This thought makes me open my eyes and people on the bus is no longer an amorphous mass of chatter and yawns.
The man in front of the girl, for example, two rings on her finger. A widower ... But it is not, because even though his daughter is graduating in a distant city, is always present in his life.
Or those couple by the window: a mortgage, many bills, an ad on Portaportese to find what they need at a good price. More or less like mom and dad.
Or that guy who goes over the lesson, ripped jeans and headphones in your ears ... That anxiety before an exam! As if to support him wipe a few minutes before you give me some more points ...
quell'operaio O, probably Europe, taking advantage of the bus ride to rest a bit more '... Who knows how long is standing ... It reminds me so much the gentleman who worked at the IUSM ... All the day up and down the building to do cleaning, pay for studies to his son and give him a more secure future of his ...
... All day to leave flyers dressed as a tray of sushi, to give his parents a more serene old age ...
All with their thoughts, their passions, their adventures, all day all "..." To build a life, just like me.
Oh no, these people are much more than just a watch ... Good day to you all!
7:05, at the bus stop I always see the faces of everyday examination.
It's one of those times when I like the usual routine: the usual clerk is arriving, with his little moustaches and his backpack, there I can see the usual Chinese mum, with her three and well educated children, near me the extravagant woman...
They're all my clock, yes, my way to measure time and today too, despite of everything, I'm on time!
I get on the 90, that today is incredibly punctual, and as I sit on my usual seat I see there she is too, the girl with big blue eyes, the smooth fringe and that sweet look.
Probably she left her home quickly too, today, cos she's having breakfast just now, with a pre-packaged brioche!
"Good morning, how are you?"
Oh, I've seen her for years and I've never heard her voice before!
"Fine, thanks and you?" answers the man in front of her.
"Ehm, fine too, but I lost my job..."
She lost her job... I don't know her at all, but the news strike me and make me a bit sad anyway.
I look at her with different eyes: the way she talks about it is a bit disconsolate, and I can see why, but her smile shows strength, hope, willing to not give up; it comes so natural to hope with all my heart she'll find her own way!
My eyes are open now and people on the bus aren't just a chatting-yawning blob.
The man in front of the girl, for example: two wedding rings. A widower. But he's not alone, cos, even if his daughter is graduating in a town far from here, she's always present in his life.
Or those spouses near the window: a loan, a lot of bills to pay, a newspaper ad to look for something they need at a good price. More or less like my mum and dad.
Or that boy revising the lesson, ripped jeans and headphones in his ears... That anxiesty before an examination! Like if revising the book few minutes before that, could make me know more about it...
Or that worker, probably coming from Eastern Europe, sleeping a bit more on the bus... I wonder at what his alarm went off... He reminds me that man working at the University... All day running up and down the stairs of the building to clean it, to pay school taxes to his son and give him a safer future...
... All day dispensing flyers, dressed as a sushi tray, to give his parents a more peaceful old age...
All of them with their thoughts, their hobbies, their adventures, all of them doing "..." all day, to build their life, just like me.
Well, no, These People Are Much More Than Just a clock ... And you all have a nice day!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
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So, no, I'm getting married, at least for now ...
The language of flowers or florigrafia had the greatest development in the nineteenth century to express precisely through the flowers, feelings which could not always be outsiders openly. In this era were even published several books on the subject, often linked by beautiful illustrations.
Maybe it's cos Lately I Re-Discovered an old cartoon in Which flowers are co-protagonists, maybe it's cos Their colors, smells and meanings people give Them, But I Decided to devoted more attention to flowers and symbolism Around Them.
So, no, I'm not getting married, at least not now ...
Language of flowers, Also Called florigraphy, HAD ITS main diffusion During 19th century, When People Could show, Precisely with flowers, They Often Could Openly feelings show. During this time many books about it Were released, Often correlated by beautiful illustrations.
The first flower I'll talk to you about is the Zagara :-)
Its name is derived from zahara (bright white) and Zahr (flower). [ * ]
Many legends relate the Orange Blossom to marry.
One of them said that one day long ago, the King of Spain was a gift from a princess of a plant orange.
The plant was so beautiful, its so fragrant flowers and its fruits so rich, that the king he would never separate, and when he asked an ambassador a twig, the king of jealousy firmly denied.
But the ambassador, who wanted at all costs, that branch, addressed the court gardener, fulfilling his desire.
To reward the ambassador gave him as many as 50 gold coins, which the gardener gave as dowry to his daughter, allowing her to marry, because until then nobody had ever taken in marriage, because of its poverty.
The long-awaited wedding day, the girl, her hair adorned with a sprig of orange blossom, just because the plant was to her happiness. [ * ]
Over time, the Christian tradition has made it a symbol of purity and chastity: the white Zagara the bride is a virgin, and after the wedding will be ready to become mother, as well as the flowers become orange juicy fruit. [ * ]
The heady scent of the flowers contrasts anxiety and herbal medicine in the Zagare are even used for treating insomnia. [ * ]
Inoltre da questi deliziosi fiorellini vengono estratte essenze utilizzate nella produzione di profumi, acque di colonia e svariati prodotti dolciari.
Zagara is the citrus flower and, precisely, the word indicate the orange, lemon and bergamot flower, and it blooms, depending on the species, from March to May.
Its name comes from the Arabian zahara (shining of white) and zahr (flower).
Several legends link the orange flower to the idea of marriage.
One of them says that, once upon a time, a princess gave an orange tree as present to the king of Spain.
The plant was so beautiful, its flowers had such a lovely smell and its fruits were so rich, that the king never wanted to be separated from it and, when an ambassador asked him if he could have a little branch of it, the king firmly refused.
But the ambassador, who wanted it at all costs, asked the branch to the king's gardener, who gave it to him.
To reward him the ambassador gave him 50 gold coins, which the gardener gave to his daughter as dowry. After that she could finally get married, until that time no one wanted her as a wife indeed, as she was so poor.
The day of her marriage, the girl decorated her hair with orange flowers, cos she owed them her happiness.
In time, with Christian tradition the flower became a symbol of purity and chastity: the white Zagara represent the virgin bride, who'll be ready to be mother after the marriage, just like the orange flowers will become juicy fruits.
The intense smell of these flowers contrasts anxiety and phytotherapy uses Zagara against insomnia.
Furthermore essences are extracted from these lovely flowers, to be used in making perfumes, eau de cologne and Various confectionery products.
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Well, that history and how many quality hides this little flower!
Personally I love the scent and, as I happen to many other plants, spessomi meeting with his nose buried between her branches! XD
To make a tribute to then orange blossom or some romantic who wants to send a message in the language of flowers, here is my Fimo-Zagara!
In conclusion, what a story and how many hidden qualities in this little flower!
Personally I love its smell and, as it happens to me with other plants too, I often find myself sinking my nose in its branches! XD
So, as a tribute to the orange flower or for someone romantic who wants to send a message with a flower, here you have my Fimo-Zagara!
I hope you have enjoyed these little curiosity, of course, if you know anything more about it, corrections and suggestions are welcome :-)
Good day to you all! : -*
I hope you liked These curious little news, of course if you know something more about it or If You Want to correct me I'll be happy to listen to you :-)
I wish you all a nice day! : -*
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Carnival is approaching (for some it is already started) and the theme of the festival which will be "famous couples".
a simple dress but I have to look sexy, which is not vulgar but women who do not leave me too many parts of the body uncovered, but that does not make me look fat with all that stuff on me .... I'll never not ahahahhaha .. Actually .. yes, I dress for women ... almost invisible almost ....
Delusions aside, I leave you with my last work, commissioned by Francy, sent yesterday: Aversa direction. We hope to arrive in time for her wedding so will have time to see it!
Tray Diabolik - Eva Kant |