Have you ever seen the rain ?
Musically yours!
Thursday, December 30, 2010
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Happy New Year !
The new year is approaching. Here is a good opportunity to conclude with a final ticket 2010 and you want one year with John Fogerty 2011 rich and prosperous ...
Have you ever seen the rain ?
Musically yours!
Have you ever seen the rain ?
Musically yours!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
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Thursday, December 9, 2010
My Scooter Belt Keeps Breaking
Sophie Hunger
The new Swiss star can sing everything from jazz to folk . With it, even the Swiss-German is sexy ...
musical ride with Emilie Welti, whose real name ... And
nod to Isabella of Fribourg! 
musical ride with Emilie Welti, whose real name ... And
nod to Isabella of Fribourg!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
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Open Letter to Mr. T.
Dear Mr. T,
definitely, I love you very much.
I'd never do it in front, or else much later, when one of us will retire.
one hand, imagine how easily it will leave you incredulous, even embarrassed, and secondly, I fear to distort this balance between what is fair if, you, the function and embodies what you leave to shine an honest soul and probably tender.
You have always reminded of the flame of a Bunsen burner, thin, stealthy, incorruptible, indestructible. You always call me Doctor
in public and in private conversation, dear Doctor writing and I make sure to call you Sir in front of children, which does not cost me any effort.
There are endless reasons why I love you very much. There
eg small C. who had just become stuck his finger in the door when I went into the school. I felt what you felt before this phalanx that did more than a flap, but it felt as C, it was that he was safe in your arms, you would have taken hours for had it been necessary. I felt your fear, your emotion and confidence throughout those long moments when we waited for rescue around a precarious and dressing a child stroking the plush that you took the time to find.
I love you very much for Johnny who also was not an angel and G. you made a completely different way, where two other schools had thrown in the towel. Without illusion, without scandal or their failure, nor ours, patiently, you have kept open until the doors of that agency. They left accompanied by you, the words that you posed at length about their achievements and efforts. He had subsequently, we police a bit so you do not always send all hopeless cases.
And above all, I love you for Y. I must tell you that one, when I first saw it, she was 9 years old, she was profile, makeup and she sucked his thumb. Abused, then resumed in a maelstrom of adult heartbreak, she stood miles away from itself, paralyzed off in what had become meaningless to her.
That was months she could not come to school. You left to come in the interstices, the lobby, the extracurricular. You gave him a place in the class, a coat rack in his name, homework. She came back a little, then completely. It took us over a year. And every time we meet, knowing that probably more history than myself, you do spoken only of the student. That the good student she was, almost despite herself.
Dear Mr. T, you've probably done more Latin than me. But in the few things I know, there is this paradoxical choice between educere, raise, train and educate Seducere, segregate, separate, seduce.
A child seduced and aside, you offered a place, all the resources of your toolbox and your egalitarian educational firm. And I must begin to know you a little to guess the extent of a compassion that was manifested not only by acquiescence a little more determined, whenever that is to you that when asked by an extra effort and your thoughtful air, when you close the file until the next meeting.
course, there was, there are still many people around there, the psychiatrist in charge of tutoring through the judge and educator. But I wonder who among us can claim to have been so deeply, so daily, if you care surreptitiously.
Who do not even know without a doubt.
And that's why I'm going to classify this letter in my Tag 52 letters of rupture with the National Education because I am not at all sure that she is no longer realize that the treasure could be someone like you.
I would say none of this, or look in a long time, because it is tiresome to be the honor of a profession. And then, like Y, J, G, or are left are better, I see that you're already headed towards something else.
Mr. T, I love you very much. 
Dear Mr. T,
definitely, I love you very much.
I'd never do it in front, or else much later, when one of us will retire.
one hand, imagine how easily it will leave you incredulous, even embarrassed, and secondly, I fear to distort this balance between what is fair if, you, the function and embodies what you leave to shine an honest soul and probably tender.
You have always reminded of the flame of a Bunsen burner, thin, stealthy, incorruptible, indestructible. You always call me Doctor
in public and in private conversation, dear Doctor writing and I make sure to call you Sir in front of children, which does not cost me any effort.
There are endless reasons why I love you very much. There
eg small C. who had just become stuck his finger in the door when I went into the school. I felt what you felt before this phalanx that did more than a flap, but it felt as C, it was that he was safe in your arms, you would have taken hours for had it been necessary. I felt your fear, your emotion and confidence throughout those long moments when we waited for rescue around a precarious and dressing a child stroking the plush that you took the time to find.
I love you very much for Johnny who also was not an angel and G. you made a completely different way, where two other schools had thrown in the towel. Without illusion, without scandal or their failure, nor ours, patiently, you have kept open until the doors of that agency. They left accompanied by you, the words that you posed at length about their achievements and efforts. He had subsequently, we police a bit so you do not always send all hopeless cases.
And above all, I love you for Y. I must tell you that one, when I first saw it, she was 9 years old, she was profile, makeup and she sucked his thumb. Abused, then resumed in a maelstrom of adult heartbreak, she stood miles away from itself, paralyzed off in what had become meaningless to her.
That was months she could not come to school. You left to come in the interstices, the lobby, the extracurricular. You gave him a place in the class, a coat rack in his name, homework. She came back a little, then completely. It took us over a year. And every time we meet, knowing that probably more history than myself, you do spoken only of the student. That the good student she was, almost despite herself.
Dear Mr. T, you've probably done more Latin than me. But in the few things I know, there is this paradoxical choice between educere, raise, train and educate Seducere, segregate, separate, seduce.
A child seduced and aside, you offered a place, all the resources of your toolbox and your egalitarian educational firm. And I must begin to know you a little to guess the extent of a compassion that was manifested not only by acquiescence a little more determined, whenever that is to you that when asked by an extra effort and your thoughtful air, when you close the file until the next meeting.
course, there was, there are still many people around there, the psychiatrist in charge of tutoring through the judge and educator. But I wonder who among us can claim to have been so deeply, so daily, if you care surreptitiously.
Who do not even know without a doubt.
And that's why I'm going to classify this letter in my Tag 52 letters of rupture with the National Education because I am not at all sure that she is no longer realize that the treasure could be someone like you.
I would say none of this, or look in a long time, because it is tiresome to be the honor of a profession. And then, like Y, J, G, or are left are better, I see that you're already headed towards something else.
Mr. T, I love you very much.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Digital Playground Streaming Boss
rosary
grain of salt, grain of folly, to grind grain, wheat grain, great big fat grain of barley.
skin texture, skin to skin, grain by grain
Large grain, grape
grain of sand in grief, have a grain
not even a grain
reason to ensure, to the grain,
sort the good, keep drunkenness
drawing what these small grains mixed? 
grain of salt, grain of folly, to grind grain, wheat grain, great big fat grain of barley.
skin texture, skin to skin, grain by grain
Large grain, grape
grain of sand in grief, have a grain
not even a grain
reason to ensure, to the grain,
sort the good, keep drunkenness
drawing what these small grains mixed?
What Can I Do About A Dry Nose
Eva Cortés
Eva is a figure rising Hispanic jazz scene. Born in Honduras, with a trip to Madrid rich musical influences, from blues to flamenco ...
Between Duc des Lombards jazz and Reims Festival ... 
Between Duc des Lombards jazz and Reims Festival ...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Whats Movie Free.espanol
Fragments (in) me
For me, cooking spaghetti is a matter of importance. I searched a long time on the beach, the exact extent to salt water ... But every summer, when the house fills up, I tell myself that I must leave to search for an abalone shell.
At home, the walls bear hats, vintage sardines
And jewelry, more than me.
The epiphyte climbing nets, E.. tried to teach me to net menders. As sign language, I do not despair one day master the difficult art that serves sesame in all fishing ports in the world.
This is a lamp. Finally, once I get it deployed. It seems that match very well with some earrings that I like.
With respect, moreover, the harmony, so dear to housewives who aspire a mention in "House and Garden", I think any of my achievements is not to have managed to cross the table C. with the plaid chair:
What have managed to match the cat.
ago in my kitchen, things that I have been given long ago:
And others I've stolen so long that I am now assured of prescription . But at 15 years, had I realized that this was just across Helsimborg an already expensive Elsinore?
I do not know if this house will be the last. She will always have been the first chosen with complete freedom, and all the places I have inhabited, probably the one most like me. It is quite possible that this chair, which I treat, because it is beside the fireplace, chair grandmother, is actually the one day.
As it is possible that one day I put my office.
(C. ballad that inspired this photo in my house with all my love) 
For me, cooking spaghetti is a matter of importance. I searched a long time on the beach, the exact extent to salt water ... But every summer, when the house fills up, I tell myself that I must leave to search for an abalone shell.
At home, the walls bear hats, vintage sardines
And jewelry, more than me.
The epiphyte climbing nets, E.. tried to teach me to net menders. As sign language, I do not despair one day master the difficult art that serves sesame in all fishing ports in the world.
This is a lamp. Finally, once I get it deployed. It seems that match very well with some earrings that I like.
With respect, moreover, the harmony, so dear to housewives who aspire a mention in "House and Garden", I think any of my achievements is not to have managed to cross the table C. with the plaid chair:
What have managed to match the cat.
ago in my kitchen, things that I have been given long ago:
And others I've stolen so long that I am now assured of prescription . But at 15 years, had I realized that this was just across Helsimborg an already expensive Elsinore?
I do not know if this house will be the last. She will always have been the first chosen with complete freedom, and all the places I have inhabited, probably the one most like me. It is quite possible that this chair, which I treat, because it is beside the fireplace, chair grandmother, is actually the one day.
As it is possible that one day I put my office.
(C. ballad that inspired this photo in my house with all my love)
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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Hop! we continue in a shift schedule
After the waves, cats ... the sunset. Assumed
, too, do not believe.
(More photos of tickets, I know. But it will return)
(finally, it makes very little with the compression of blogging, this photo.
It is better on Lookskedenn and again, by clicking on the image to enlarge) 
After the waves, cats ... the sunset. Assumed
, too, do not believe.
(More photos of tickets, I know. But it will return)
(finally, it makes very little with the compression of blogging, this photo.
It is better on Lookskedenn and again, by clicking on the image to enlarge)
Monday, November 22, 2010
Bilirubin Lvls And Hiv
Marian Call
An air Kazou come to Alaska!
Marian, a young and pretty redhead, appears as a muse of geek culture. His songs with a bit of jazz are also playful humorous. Red-haired?
I'll Still Be a geek after nobody Think It's stylish ! Chip week?
Yes! Not that the bears in Anchorage. And even the sun ... 
Marian, a young and pretty redhead, appears as a muse of geek culture. His songs with a bit of jazz are also playful humorous. Red-haired?
I'll Still Be a geek after nobody Think It's stylish ! Chip week?
Yes! Not that the bears in Anchorage. And even the sun ...
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Kates Playground Best Of
Esperanza Spalding
Issue Portland Esperanza has just released a third album: Chamber Music Society , explosive intersection between jazz and classical.
'The music industry tends to focus people's tastes and to minimize them. But I think there are still listeners who want to be surprised. After listening to me , some people tell me they felt they did not like jazz. But in fact, it's great '... 
Issue 'The music industry tends to focus people's tastes and to minimize them. But I think there are still listeners who want to be surprised. After listening to me , some people tell me they felt they did not like jazz. But in fact, it's great '...
Nero Nve-3.1.0.25 Is Dangerous
waves of November
Rising Tide, cross currents, headwinds ...
And if my love of the waves was just this: the appearance of beauty in the midst of all these forces complex, contradictory and sometimes violent that continue to work.
(as usual, if you click on the image, we see more grand and as usual, those who want the file, just ask z'ont) 
Rising Tide, cross currents, headwinds ...
And if my love of the waves was just this: the appearance of beauty in the midst of all these forces complex, contradictory and sometimes violent that continue to work.
(as usual, if you click on the image, we see more grand and as usual, those who want the file, just ask z'ont)
Friday, November 19, 2010
Gators Birthday Cake Recipe
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I capture an image rather than being "captured" ... But it is probably one of the few photos that can talk about my work and the difficulties encountered as an Officer of Civil Affairs of the UN Mission for Stabilization in Haiti (MINUSTAH). On the photos, with the Argentine peacekeepers, I wait that stone throwing dry up for entering the school, talk to students and try to calm them.
To return to the story, a cholera treatment center (CTC) Doctors Without Borders in Saint-Marc (Artibonite), was Wednesday, October 27 attacked by demonstrators. The protesters are
school students uprooted Sanon, a school that is right next to the CTC. Students refuse that CTC is installed next to their school. They are actually handled by a faculty union, who also participates in throwing stones and Molotov cocktails.
Once in school, I talk to students who refuse to listen. I suggest they come to a meeting with the Provincial Directorate of Health, MSF, and local authorities. Nothing ... I did out of school without track. This incident
has considerably slowed the response capacity of humanitarian NGOs in the fight against the epidemic, one month after these events has still not found the CTC and must treat cholera patients in the hospital.
This appears to be a matter for local organizations and Communal Health Unit, which are then more visible since cholera is treated in hospitals and public health centers.
In fact, 25% of my work as a Civil Affairs Officer is the achievement of mediation, involving NGOs, local authorities, civil society and UN agencies.
To return to the story, a cholera treatment center (CTC) Doctors Without Borders in Saint-Marc (Artibonite), was Wednesday, October 27 attacked by demonstrators. The protesters are
school students uprooted Sanon, a school that is right next to the CTC. Students refuse that CTC is installed next to their school. They are actually handled by a faculty union, who also participates in throwing stones and Molotov cocktails.
Once in school, I talk to students who refuse to listen. I suggest they come to a meeting with the Provincial Directorate of Health, MSF, and local authorities. Nothing ... I did out of school without track. This incident
has considerably slowed the response capacity of humanitarian NGOs in the fight against the epidemic, one month after these events has still not found the CTC and must treat cholera patients in the hospital.
This appears to be a matter for local organizations and Communal Health Unit, which are then more visible since cholera is treated in hospitals and public health centers.
In fact, 25% of my work as a Civil Affairs Officer is the achievement of mediation, involving NGOs, local authorities, civil society and UN agencies.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Spider Baby Misty Mundae
Festival Frog'n Roll
Last Friday at the Palace of Lillers : Miss White and The Drunken share the bill with piano trio Hadouk ...
Outside, the weather is grim: rain and greyness. Some irreducible
huddle at the bar of the Palace, awaiting the start of the concert.
Miss White opens the ball in a white dress. His uninhibited piano leads the dance. Hip hop and beat boxers, all in the same boat, drunk with pleasure ...
Base change. Here the trio Hadouk . Didier Malherbe, said Doudouk takes us with his accomplices in a musical walk around a jazz nomad between East and Africa ...
Another improvisation Doudouk the bar and the evening ends sunny! 
Last Friday at the Palace of Lillers : Miss White and The Drunken share the bill with piano trio Hadouk ... Outside, the weather is grim: rain and greyness. Some irreducible
huddle at the bar of the Palace, awaiting the start of the concert.
Miss White opens the ball in a white dress. His uninhibited piano leads the dance. Hip hop and beat boxers, all in the same boat, drunk with pleasure ...
Base change. Here the trio Hadouk . Didier Malherbe, said Doudouk takes us with his accomplices in a musical walk around a jazz nomad between East and Africa ...
Another improvisation Doudouk the bar and the evening ends sunny!
Friday, November 12, 2010
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cat (Miss) Bath
(and too bad for those who were expecting startling revelations about the privacy of my cats at the game chic clicks November. Can brushing, nanmého!) 
(and too bad for those who were expecting startling revelations about the privacy of my cats at the game chic clicks November. Can brushing, nanmého!)
Thursday, November 11, 2010
How Much Alcohol Is In Strawberry Daiquiri Mix
Where to see the literature of ancient dude?
In Kozlika, celebrating his fifty years and those of a OULIPO game constraints. Here are 10 stanzas of five lines, beginning with the letters O, U, L, I, P and ends with O.
And you wanted kittens?
Obedience voluntary or
ukase friendly
Literature mathematician
ulterior or wobbly
pleading?
Forget the definitions!
A poem never abolish chance
emotions
what's invent
What will by the pen or stylus
Now my friend Kozlika
Uniting vows
The same jubilees calling the same baraka
calls in this curious series
to lay solo
We will count fifty
A bunch of constraints
Rhyme limping
Inviting the sacrosanct
pious final O
addicts as much as we all are! Unique
worshipers traps almost twisted
Minions! Beasts are idolaters
quite distraught
pale without our written brilliantly
Orphans, all of Perec and Queneau
Usurers their fancy
dropped as sparrows
Unable amnesia
parody placebo
We open nevertheless A friend
bank holiday here
fifty downwind
Indulgent to rain
Peaceful tempo
Oasis devoted to friendship
Urbanity declined as agape
home we retypes Inevitably
is still under construction
Why worry about a lament?
warping deep linking
Ultra sensitive worth
friends dropped anchor on the shoals of its windows
Ilienne
Prodigal's allegretto
Oh! you understand how much I love
A friend came so long
the evil that spreads its games
insolently absurd
To honor the OULIPO 
In Kozlika, celebrating his fifty years and those of a OULIPO game constraints. Here are 10 stanzas of five lines, beginning with the letters O, U, L, I, P and ends with O.
And you wanted kittens?
To greet Kozlika
Obedience voluntary or
ukase friendly
Literature mathematician
ulterior or wobbly
pleading?
Forget the definitions!
A poem never abolish chance
emotions
what's invent
What will by the pen or stylus
Now my friend Kozlika
Uniting vows
The same jubilees calling the same baraka
calls in this curious series
to lay solo
We will count fifty
A bunch of constraints
Rhyme limping
Inviting the sacrosanct
pious final O
addicts as much as we all are! Unique
worshipers traps almost twisted
Minions! Beasts are idolaters
quite distraught
pale without our written brilliantly
Orphans, all of Perec and Queneau
Usurers their fancy
dropped as sparrows
Unable amnesia
parody placebo
We open nevertheless A friend
bank holiday here
fifty downwind
Indulgent to rain
Peaceful tempo
Oasis devoted to friendship
Urbanity declined as agape
home we retypes Inevitably
is still under construction
Why worry about a lament?
warping deep linking
Ultra sensitive worth
friends dropped anchor on the shoals of its windows
Ilienne
Prodigal's allegretto
Oh! you understand how much I love
A friend came so long
the evil that spreads its games
insolently absurd
To honor the OULIPO
Monday, November 8, 2010
Congrats For New Job Phrases
nothing and after that I go to small cats
(because otherwise, Franck IS really going to kill me ) 
(because otherwise, Franck IS really going to kill me )
Monday, November 1, 2010
Ontario Mechanics Licence
clichés asssumés
If I won this brief episode in land, I take a step in changing the cycle of life, and I would become a stone's Bay Audierne. I would have as much time as necessary to reflect the variegated lights, dust haze for me and I bask in the sun.
The risk is that love takes me one day out of pocket, because I'd become as smooth as the cheek kiss that smelled of salt and fennel.
I assume.
As I take the pictures of that day.
A real shift schedule. 
If I won this brief episode in land, I take a step in changing the cycle of life, and I would become a stone's Bay Audierne. I would have as much time as necessary to reflect the variegated lights, dust haze for me and I bask in the sun.
The risk is that love takes me one day out of pocket, because I'd become as smooth as the cheek kiss that smelled of salt and fennel.
I assume.
As I take the pictures of that day.
A real shift schedule.
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