Article about Apple, the super-early years (before even the Apple II).
"At this point my mother-in-law came over to Steve. She looked him up and down and said, "Young man, your backside is sticking out of holes in those jeans! You are NOT going to be in my booth like that. Take 'em off and I'll sew them up, now!"
Steve Jobs was more than a little surprised."
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Nikon S60 ad
This is a cool and funny ad. (For a camera ad.)
Unfortunately the camera itself is getting panned by reviewers.
Unfortunately the camera itself is getting panned by reviewers.
Hitler is a Nikon user
Seems it was not really jazz he was talking about. Hitler makes many good points about Nikon here.
I never knew "der krieg ist verloren" meant "my PC always hangs anyway".
I never knew "der krieg ist verloren" meant "my PC always hangs anyway".
Pixer image scaling
[Thanks to Ray.]
Pixer is a little Mac-only app which makes short work of simple bulk image processing like scaling to a specific size.
Pixer is a little Mac-only app which makes short work of simple bulk image processing like scaling to a specific size.
The Mindscape Of Alan Moore
I'm watching The Mindscape Of Alan Moore, which is warmly recommended for anybody interested in... well, comics, literature, magic, the universe...
In the commentary though, the director makes a comment which I've heard many times before, and which irritates me, especially at this late date of the evolution of digital media: the idea that digital production "lacks something". That it's inherently soul-less and sterile, whereas analogue media are soulful and vibrant. It's complete BS. If digital art is or has been sterile or plasticky, it has only been because of: 1) too low complexity early in the game 2) lack of skill or knowledge of the operators.
UK Amazon link:
The Mindscape of Alan Moore [2003]
In the commentary though, the director makes a comment which I've heard many times before, and which irritates me, especially at this late date of the evolution of digital media: the idea that digital production "lacks something". That it's inherently soul-less and sterile, whereas analogue media are soulful and vibrant. It's complete BS. If digital art is or has been sterile or plasticky, it has only been because of: 1) too low complexity early in the game 2) lack of skill or knowledge of the operators.
UK Amazon link:
The Mindscape of Alan Moore [2003]
Unusual sculptures
Unusual sculptures.
(BTW, does anybody know how one loads a picture from the web and have it fit the page? I can only get it to load full size so most of them will overflow the column.)
(BTW, does anybody know how one loads a picture from the web and have it fit the page? I can only get it to load full size so most of them will overflow the column.)
Two letters to Domai.com
First, a letter which made me laugh.
Second, a letter which almost made me cry.
Eolake
----
What will happen to Domai when you are, erm, no longer around? Have you ever thought of this?
It will be a real shame if the website simply stops being updated. Or closes altogether.
I hope you have good plans for the long-term future of Domai! Would you be willing to pass it on to someone else?
Chris H
-----
Dear Eolake,
Well, finally, I have decided to write to you. You get today a two-in-one mail from me. One part is my story, as a Domai reader, the other is my first submission to Domai as a blossoming photographer. I hope you enjoy both.
My gratitude goes to you for having created this site which has made me more self-confident and inspired as a woman and as a photographer (not professional, but autodidact and passionate photographer). It made me more aware of my own beauty and of the beauty I can capture through the lens.
***
So here is my story, the story of how I discovered your site three years ago and how much good it did me. I think it is a great thing to share happiness and beauty and the job you are doing is great. You are channeling positive energies through the web.
It was winter-time, November, and the shiny young man I was interested in was not interested in me. We were having very nice discussions, but that was it. I was feeling invisible as a woman as, I had to admit, I always did when attracted to somebody. I kind of started to look at pictures on the web thinking I should learn to be more sexy. Some were funny, some were nasty, but basically not giving much inspiration. Then I bumped into a page explaining the concept of simple nudes with a bunch of links. I followed some links and discovered Domai. I immediately liked the site’s name because it reminded me of an Indonesian word (I'm actually writing a book about Indonesia) and it wasn't until half a year later I found out the actual meaning. I found there so much beauty. So much fun and sunshine in wintertime. Young ladies all naked, climbing on trees, swimming in rivers, flying with umbrellas, so happy and free I had to smile back at them.
I have been taking pictures and drawing since I was 14 so I could really appreciate the aesthetics of the pictures. I could feel there had been a nice communication between the photographer and the model. Actually a lot of pictures were the kind of pictures I liked to take myself. I mean... I had never taken any naked pictures but I especially liked to take portraits. I liked to make people feel really comfortable so that, through the image, a glimpse of their inner beauty might be revealed. I loved to make somehow “true” pictures that people would accept and treasure. So I was feeling very much at home with most of the Domai pictures. I had been making portraits of peoples' faces. These pictures were portraits of the whole body, of the totality of the women.
Looking at Domai, nudity was becoming more and more natural to my eyes. I remember one day I saw women with lingerie on a newspaper advertisement and I felt those pictures so deeply artificial... At that moment, I realized I had become seriously Domai-addicted and that it had changed the way I was looking at nudity.
Somehow a magic started. Looking at those girls on Domai being happy, free and beautiful made me myself feel more and more happy, free and beautiful. It was as if their energy, their glow was coming through the pictures. Somehow, while looking at them, I was them, and they were me and it was also me who was climbing on the tree and swimming in the river. I don’t know how this magic operates but day by day I was going on the site and feeling vitality, flying away from fears and cold. The girls were all shaped different, thin or large, some bigger here or smaller there, with their bodies as personal, unique and beautiful as their faces. By looking at their pictures, nudity was becoming more and more natural, and... maybe it sounds weird, but I was feeling my body more and more belonging to me.
It was part of my personal growth and healing. Actually I am one of those girls who got somehow abused when they were young. I was much luckier than many, I was not raped, nor was I seriously aggressed, but my mum’s second husband kind of tried to be close to me in an explicitly not father-like way. I talked to my mum about the problem once when I was 13. She did not seem to take it seriously, so I did not talk about it any more. Actually, many years later, I got to know that she had taken it seriously and had she known anything had happened again, she would have divorced on the spot. But I did not tell her. Fear brings distrust. So I made myself as small, diplomatic and invisible as I could. I spent a lot of time out of house, and two years later left home.
There is the saying that “What does not kill you makes you stronger.” I think it could be obscene to state it as a general rule. Two girls I know of, one raped by her priest when she was 12, the other by a neighbor when she was 4, never got over it. Maybe the saying does not apply to them because a part of them was actually killed. People having limbs taken by accidents or wars would probably also not like to hear that saying... Actually it is the kind of wisdom that everybody can feel free to apply on one’s situation or not. For me it worked. This story made me more mature, made me start working for money earlier, enjoy more being at school and, later, when my mother divorced, really enjoy being at home. Life gave me a real problem to deal with, and through it I gained the self-confidence to deal with real problems. I met wonderful people on my way but with attractive boys I remained invisible. It was as if I had an integrated alarm system that would switch me off and make me invisible when close to a boy I felt attracted to. The clothes I would wear were for hiding, still afraid of generating attraction.
I would say that Domai was one of my gurus and finally helped me through this, more than ten years after the happenings. The beauty of the girls in the pictures made my body feel more free and shiny. The letters posted on the site were so sweet, conveying a whole philosophy of respect and love for female beauty that I started to feel differently about myself. I started to see myself and other women around me through Domai perspective. It was quite transcendental. I could feel more and more that I was young and beautiful with nothing to hide.
During those four months, November to February, I was checking Domai every day, and it really changed me. By February the guy was still not interested. One day I got fed up with the situation and decided to let it go, not to have hopes any more, it could still be a very nice friendship. That very evening there was a party and I danced feeling young, happy, beautiful and free. That was the moment when he became attracted to me.
Domai changed my way of seeing the body in general. I see more glow and beauty in it than before. I think this site is spreading love, health and peace of mind. May it be blessed.
Forces of intolerance, domination, control and fear alienate us from ourselves. For me, it was one specific threat I experienced, for others it may be other kinds of oppression. I feel that Domai allows people to be more connected with that which they are. Discovering how beautiful and natural the body actually is makes us more aware of human beauty in general, that means getting closer to what we really are. It is a great source of joy, peace and freedom.
As the world is sometimes going mad, inner peace and mental health are most valuable. By the way, in Indonesian, the language of the country I am writing about, “damai” means peace.
**
So that was my personal love-letter to Domai ! And I mean it truthfully...
And, as a blossoming photographer, I would really love to have my pictures on it!
Actually that dream grew in me when I became Domai-addicted. Domai really inspired me. Without it I don’t know if I would have ever had the self-confidence to ask somebody to pose naked for me. Domai gave me a definite goal, a project, a framework. I was looking for my model in a very shy way for many months until I finally found her. She is a dancer who had been posing for painters and really liked domai when I presented it to her.
At first I was feeling quite weird about being a woman taking pictures of a naked woman. Maybe still the old “hiding-reflex”, feeling that a naked body has to be hidden, even when it is somebody else’s body. But as my model was relaxed and very friendly I too relaxed and could be the photographer, helping her beauty to unfold. I am very happy with the pictures we made! Really. When I looked at them, I was overwhelmed. I was feeling these were the pictures I always wanted to make. It made me more complete as a photographer and as a human being. Through my friend’s beauty caught in those pictures, it was magically also my own beauty that was shining back at me. The beauty of a woman no longer afraid of her own beauty.
I feel that these pictures are my last steps on my path of personal healing, and my first steps on a long road of photography where I would not have ventured without Domai.
Thank you so much, Eolake!
Sincerely yours,
Anikó
Second, a letter which almost made me cry.
Eolake
----
What will happen to Domai when you are, erm, no longer around? Have you ever thought of this?
It will be a real shame if the website simply stops being updated. Or closes altogether.
I hope you have good plans for the long-term future of Domai! Would you be willing to pass it on to someone else?
Chris H
-----
Dear Eolake,
Well, finally, I have decided to write to you. You get today a two-in-one mail from me. One part is my story, as a Domai reader, the other is my first submission to Domai as a blossoming photographer. I hope you enjoy both.
My gratitude goes to you for having created this site which has made me more self-confident and inspired as a woman and as a photographer (not professional, but autodidact and passionate photographer). It made me more aware of my own beauty and of the beauty I can capture through the lens.
***
So here is my story, the story of how I discovered your site three years ago and how much good it did me. I think it is a great thing to share happiness and beauty and the job you are doing is great. You are channeling positive energies through the web.
It was winter-time, November, and the shiny young man I was interested in was not interested in me. We were having very nice discussions, but that was it. I was feeling invisible as a woman as, I had to admit, I always did when attracted to somebody. I kind of started to look at pictures on the web thinking I should learn to be more sexy. Some were funny, some were nasty, but basically not giving much inspiration. Then I bumped into a page explaining the concept of simple nudes with a bunch of links. I followed some links and discovered Domai. I immediately liked the site’s name because it reminded me of an Indonesian word (I'm actually writing a book about Indonesia) and it wasn't until half a year later I found out the actual meaning. I found there so much beauty. So much fun and sunshine in wintertime. Young ladies all naked, climbing on trees, swimming in rivers, flying with umbrellas, so happy and free I had to smile back at them.
I have been taking pictures and drawing since I was 14 so I could really appreciate the aesthetics of the pictures. I could feel there had been a nice communication between the photographer and the model. Actually a lot of pictures were the kind of pictures I liked to take myself. I mean... I had never taken any naked pictures but I especially liked to take portraits. I liked to make people feel really comfortable so that, through the image, a glimpse of their inner beauty might be revealed. I loved to make somehow “true” pictures that people would accept and treasure. So I was feeling very much at home with most of the Domai pictures. I had been making portraits of peoples' faces. These pictures were portraits of the whole body, of the totality of the women.
Looking at Domai, nudity was becoming more and more natural to my eyes. I remember one day I saw women with lingerie on a newspaper advertisement and I felt those pictures so deeply artificial... At that moment, I realized I had become seriously Domai-addicted and that it had changed the way I was looking at nudity.
Somehow a magic started. Looking at those girls on Domai being happy, free and beautiful made me myself feel more and more happy, free and beautiful. It was as if their energy, their glow was coming through the pictures. Somehow, while looking at them, I was them, and they were me and it was also me who was climbing on the tree and swimming in the river. I don’t know how this magic operates but day by day I was going on the site and feeling vitality, flying away from fears and cold. The girls were all shaped different, thin or large, some bigger here or smaller there, with their bodies as personal, unique and beautiful as their faces. By looking at their pictures, nudity was becoming more and more natural, and... maybe it sounds weird, but I was feeling my body more and more belonging to me.
It was part of my personal growth and healing. Actually I am one of those girls who got somehow abused when they were young. I was much luckier than many, I was not raped, nor was I seriously aggressed, but my mum’s second husband kind of tried to be close to me in an explicitly not father-like way. I talked to my mum about the problem once when I was 13. She did not seem to take it seriously, so I did not talk about it any more. Actually, many years later, I got to know that she had taken it seriously and had she known anything had happened again, she would have divorced on the spot. But I did not tell her. Fear brings distrust. So I made myself as small, diplomatic and invisible as I could. I spent a lot of time out of house, and two years later left home.
There is the saying that “What does not kill you makes you stronger.” I think it could be obscene to state it as a general rule. Two girls I know of, one raped by her priest when she was 12, the other by a neighbor when she was 4, never got over it. Maybe the saying does not apply to them because a part of them was actually killed. People having limbs taken by accidents or wars would probably also not like to hear that saying... Actually it is the kind of wisdom that everybody can feel free to apply on one’s situation or not. For me it worked. This story made me more mature, made me start working for money earlier, enjoy more being at school and, later, when my mother divorced, really enjoy being at home. Life gave me a real problem to deal with, and through it I gained the self-confidence to deal with real problems. I met wonderful people on my way but with attractive boys I remained invisible. It was as if I had an integrated alarm system that would switch me off and make me invisible when close to a boy I felt attracted to. The clothes I would wear were for hiding, still afraid of generating attraction.
I would say that Domai was one of my gurus and finally helped me through this, more than ten years after the happenings. The beauty of the girls in the pictures made my body feel more free and shiny. The letters posted on the site were so sweet, conveying a whole philosophy of respect and love for female beauty that I started to feel differently about myself. I started to see myself and other women around me through Domai perspective. It was quite transcendental. I could feel more and more that I was young and beautiful with nothing to hide.
During those four months, November to February, I was checking Domai every day, and it really changed me. By February the guy was still not interested. One day I got fed up with the situation and decided to let it go, not to have hopes any more, it could still be a very nice friendship. That very evening there was a party and I danced feeling young, happy, beautiful and free. That was the moment when he became attracted to me.
Domai changed my way of seeing the body in general. I see more glow and beauty in it than before. I think this site is spreading love, health and peace of mind. May it be blessed.
Forces of intolerance, domination, control and fear alienate us from ourselves. For me, it was one specific threat I experienced, for others it may be other kinds of oppression. I feel that Domai allows people to be more connected with that which they are. Discovering how beautiful and natural the body actually is makes us more aware of human beauty in general, that means getting closer to what we really are. It is a great source of joy, peace and freedom.
As the world is sometimes going mad, inner peace and mental health are most valuable. By the way, in Indonesian, the language of the country I am writing about, “damai” means peace.
**
So that was my personal love-letter to Domai ! And I mean it truthfully...
And, as a blossoming photographer, I would really love to have my pictures on it!
Actually that dream grew in me when I became Domai-addicted. Domai really inspired me. Without it I don’t know if I would have ever had the self-confidence to ask somebody to pose naked for me. Domai gave me a definite goal, a project, a framework. I was looking for my model in a very shy way for many months until I finally found her. She is a dancer who had been posing for painters and really liked domai when I presented it to her.
At first I was feeling quite weird about being a woman taking pictures of a naked woman. Maybe still the old “hiding-reflex”, feeling that a naked body has to be hidden, even when it is somebody else’s body. But as my model was relaxed and very friendly I too relaxed and could be the photographer, helping her beauty to unfold. I am very happy with the pictures we made! Really. When I looked at them, I was overwhelmed. I was feeling these were the pictures I always wanted to make. It made me more complete as a photographer and as a human being. Through my friend’s beauty caught in those pictures, it was magically also my own beauty that was shining back at me. The beauty of a woman no longer afraid of her own beauty.
I feel that these pictures are my last steps on my path of personal healing, and my first steps on a long road of photography where I would not have ventured without Domai.
Thank you so much, Eolake!
Sincerely yours,
Anikó
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Ned Flanders
"Some teenagers are hanging out in front of the store. I think they could start slacking at any moment." - Ned Flanders, the Simpsons
Ice and cars
Every morning I see the respectable citizens in this block scrape the ice off their cars for ten minutes per person. I wonder why they don't just use a cover.
Ray said:
The rubbing alcohol spray:- Yes, it works, on top of the ice. The alcohol reacts with the water molecules (ice) to turn the whole thing into liquid. And it isn't harmful to the rubber molding and it won't rust the metal like salt does.
I wouldn't advise adding too much of it to your regular windshield washer fluid, though, because it makes the wipers squeek while operating.
I first discovered this while working security at a waterfront bulk terminal where they had tanks of methanol, another alcohol, which some of the workers used on their own windshields. Later, I found that any relatively pure alcohol will melt the ice on a windshield, and this stuff from the pharmacy is the easiest to get.
Give it a try and see what you think.
Ray said:
The rubbing alcohol spray:- Yes, it works, on top of the ice. The alcohol reacts with the water molecules (ice) to turn the whole thing into liquid. And it isn't harmful to the rubber molding and it won't rust the metal like salt does.
I wouldn't advise adding too much of it to your regular windshield washer fluid, though, because it makes the wipers squeek while operating.
I first discovered this while working security at a waterfront bulk terminal where they had tanks of methanol, another alcohol, which some of the workers used on their own windshields. Later, I found that any relatively pure alcohol will melt the ice on a windshield, and this stuff from the pharmacy is the easiest to get.
Give it a try and see what you think.
Friday, December 05, 2008
Pogue-O-Matic
The Pogue-O-Matic is an interactive shopping virtual assistant. As you might expect from David Pogue, it's at least as fun if you don't do anything at all.
Here's a strange thing: after I select a feature of the product type I'm looking at, my computer remembers my choice... even if I go to another browser! How the hell is that done?
Here's a strange thing: after I select a feature of the product type I'm looking at, my computer remembers my choice... even if I go to another browser! How the hell is that done?
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Inconveniences, quotes
I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it.
-- Thomas Jefferson, to Archibald Stuart, 1791
Not every story has explosions and car chases. That's why they have nudity and espionage.
-- Bill Barnes and Gene Ambaum, Unshelved, 09-14-08
-- Thomas Jefferson, to Archibald Stuart, 1791
Not every story has explosions and car chases. That's why they have nudity and espionage.
-- Bill Barnes and Gene Ambaum, Unshelved, 09-14-08
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - More News From Nowhere
[Thanks to Luke.]
And here's a more mature singer. (Nick is looking good for fifty, durnit.)
I don't know much about him or the band, but this is interesting stuff. Not like anything I've seen.
Just for one thing, how often do you see a rock singer with a mustache?
Clearly not somebody who is trying to emulate others.
And here's a more mature singer. (Nick is looking good for fifty, durnit.)
I don't know much about him or the band, but this is interesting stuff. Not like anything I've seen.
Just for one thing, how often do you see a rock singer with a mustache?
Clearly not somebody who is trying to emulate others.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Young pop stars
The kid is not afraid of a challenge, that's a very difficult song to sing, even for much more experienced singers.
Stiff Little Fingers "Roots Radicals Rockers & Reggae" 1981
Punk rockers for peace!
This is another of my old big favorites. It's from one of the many albums and bands I discovered by simple lending records on strength of the cover art from the public library back in the day.
This is another of my old big favorites. It's from one of the many albums and bands I discovered by simple lending records on strength of the cover art from the public library back in the day.
Design and quality
An article about how good design and quality is good sense.
The author is also a co-founder of the new site Dream Icons.
He's a friend of mine, and he'd like your comments on either.
The author is also a co-founder of the new site Dream Icons.
He's a friend of mine, and he'd like your comments on either.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
More on introverts
Here's a really helpful 5-minute radio clip about introverts/extroverts.
Basically an introvert gets his stimulation from his inner life, and an extrovert gets his stimulation from outside.
If an introvert is forced by himself or circumstances to be for long in very stimulating surroundings, he will get overloaded and exhausted.
In much of the Western world (like Italy and USA), being extroverted is seen as the one healthy state to be in, which dismisses that a big minority of the population (over 20%) is otherwise naturally, and it's very detrimental to them to try to be something they're not. Introverts are not understood well, often not even by the introverts themselves!
---
Earlier posts on this subject here and here.
Basically an introvert gets his stimulation from his inner life, and an extrovert gets his stimulation from outside.
If an introvert is forced by himself or circumstances to be for long in very stimulating surroundings, he will get overloaded and exhausted.
In much of the Western world (like Italy and USA), being extroverted is seen as the one healthy state to be in, which dismisses that a big minority of the population (over 20%) is otherwise naturally, and it's very detrimental to them to try to be something they're not. Introverts are not understood well, often not even by the introverts themselves!
---
Earlier posts on this subject here and here.
Rollermouse
If you have ergonomics problems with mice, look at the Rollermouse.
I got it after my neck problems early this year, and I like it. For one thing, I no longer have to carry the weight of my arm when I use the pointing device.
It's not perfect, it's a bit pricey and if one has a very large screen (I have a 30-inch one), the cursor often can't go all the way across without reaching the limit of the roller bar's travel, and then it will zip the rest of the way, out of control. (This can theoretically be handled by upping the tracking speed, but this makes the cursor hard to control too.)
I have not made A/B test with a mouse, but I feel I like this. It takes a bit getting used to before you get good control though.
The Pro model has a very long roller bar, and my right hand will sometimes rest on when I'm typing, making the cursor jump around on the screen. It can be minimized by careful shifting of the keyboard's position, but I wonder if the non-"Pro" model would have been better for me. (Update: it is, though harder to find.)
3200, the new 400
"3200. It's the new 400. And some of you probably just don't realize how amazing that is." Mike
Roof snow
These were taken only five-ten minutes apart, which shows the volatility of light and its influence on photos.
Inspiration and Self
Inspiration may be a form of superconsciousness, or perhaps of subconsciousness - I wouldn't know. But I am sure it is the antithesis of self- consciousness.
-- Aaron Copland
Oooh, that's good.
To me, inspiration feels like leaving the little Self behind and going out into the great oneness. It takes courage, but there's no feeling like it.
-- Aaron Copland
Oooh, that's good.
To me, inspiration feels like leaving the little Self behind and going out into the great oneness. It takes courage, but there's no feeling like it.
Rowling at Harvard
J.K. Rowling speaks at Harvard (it's some kind of secondary school, I believe*). Video and transcript.
Online videos are improving. I like the Vimeo interface, where the controls and data are hidden until you mouse-over. Very clean and nice.
*That's a joke.
Online videos are improving. I like the Vimeo interface, where the controls and data are hidden until you mouse-over. Very clean and nice.
*That's a joke.
Night snow
Taken at 5.30am, well before sunrise, with Nikon D90 hand-held at 3200 ISO.
In those two minutes it took, I witnessed three people leave their homes to go to work. At 5.30. Good grief. :-) Sure makes me appreciate my ten-meter commute.
The light is actually even more red than that.
Pictures are manipulated to enhance contrast and sharpness.
In those two minutes it took, I witnessed three people leave their homes to go to work. At 5.30. Good grief. :-) Sure makes me appreciate my ten-meter commute.
The light is actually even more red than that.
Pictures are manipulated to enhance contrast and sharpness.
Monday, December 01, 2008
A letter
This letter came to Domai today. It's far from unique, but one of the good ones:
dear eolake,
from discovering your site about a year ago, my life has took a 180 and i've began to see women as who they really are. Me and many other young men i know are constantly being bombarded with sex and seeing women just as a possession, lust and nothing more. and for awhile, thats exactly how i thought, that women were just a object and only sex, almost unhuman. then i discovered your site, at first i had no idea what it was thinking it was just another place to look at women, but i was searching for more, i was curious, then upon looking farther into your site, and reading the articles i began to understand the face above the body, the true beauty of women and not just as a object. i thank you for what you've given me, and i hope many of my peers can find the same beauty as i found in domai.
thank you, you've changed my life,
josiah
dear eolake,
from discovering your site about a year ago, my life has took a 180 and i've began to see women as who they really are. Me and many other young men i know are constantly being bombarded with sex and seeing women just as a possession, lust and nothing more. and for awhile, thats exactly how i thought, that women were just a object and only sex, almost unhuman. then i discovered your site, at first i had no idea what it was thinking it was just another place to look at women, but i was searching for more, i was curious, then upon looking farther into your site, and reading the articles i began to understand the face above the body, the true beauty of women and not just as a object. i thank you for what you've given me, and i hope many of my peers can find the same beauty as i found in domai.
thank you, you've changed my life,
josiah
Unexpected bonus
Big bonus paid to employees from ex-owners of a business, article.
I like giving best when it's unexpected. A child who gets twenty Christmas gifts may just get mad that he didn't get twenty-five. But if you give him a single gift unexpectedly in the middle of the year, he'll be delighted.
I was acquaintences w/a woman, years ago, that had adopted 2 little kids. She invited me and my husband over to a birthday celebration that she was going to have for them, along w/a GOB of other people. She, herself, was not entirely financially *comfortable*. We later found out (after being invited again the next year -- we weren't even working together, any longer, and...we had no kids) that she was just using people to SHOWER these kids with a GAZILLION toys!! I sat and watched as these little people stood on top of a mound of gifts for EACH of them taller than they were; unwrapping each gift in such a *feverish* pace that they were trembling. Just as quickly as they ripped the present open, they literally threw the present to the side and dove for another...like they were working their way up to the ultimate prize! They didn't stop for one minute to *take in*/*receive* the present that someone had taken the time to get them. It was quite appalling to see.
It's the human condition, isn't it? There's this hole we're trying to fill. When candy doesn't work, we try sex, when sex doesn't work, we try money, when money doesn't work, we try fame, ekcetera.
I like giving best when it's unexpected. A child who gets twenty Christmas gifts may just get mad that he didn't get twenty-five. But if you give him a single gift unexpectedly in the middle of the year, he'll be delighted.
I was acquaintences w/a woman, years ago, that had adopted 2 little kids. She invited me and my husband over to a birthday celebration that she was going to have for them, along w/a GOB of other people. She, herself, was not entirely financially *comfortable*. We later found out (after being invited again the next year -- we weren't even working together, any longer, and...we had no kids) that she was just using people to SHOWER these kids with a GAZILLION toys!! I sat and watched as these little people stood on top of a mound of gifts for EACH of them taller than they were; unwrapping each gift in such a *feverish* pace that they were trembling. Just as quickly as they ripped the present open, they literally threw the present to the side and dove for another...like they were working their way up to the ultimate prize! They didn't stop for one minute to *take in*/*receive* the present that someone had taken the time to get them. It was quite appalling to see.
It's the human condition, isn't it? There's this hole we're trying to fill. When candy doesn't work, we try sex, when sex doesn't work, we try money, when money doesn't work, we try fame, ekcetera.
It's A Wonderful Internet
It's A Wonderful Internet, a familiar story line reminds us of the wonder of the Net.
(The sound can be turned off, though the narration is very professional. Widgets on the page can change the picture. Subtle arrows on lower right will change the page.)
(The sound can be turned off, though the narration is very professional. Widgets on the page can change the picture. Subtle arrows on lower right will change the page.)
Late light
Hey-Zeus and Harry Potter
Harry Potter is the devil's tool. Or at least they said it a lot some years ago, I'm not sure if they keep on playing that song.
It is always amazing how Jesus, who was total love and never offended by anybody or anything, is used as spokesman by people who are mortally offended by practically everybody and everything.
Enemies come from belief in enemies, whether you call them Satan, terrorists, gays, Germans, rapists, politicians, hairdressers, or whatever.
It is always amazing how Jesus, who was total love and never offended by anybody or anything, is used as spokesman by people who are mortally offended by practically everybody and everything.
Enemies come from belief in enemies, whether you call them Satan, terrorists, gays, Germans, rapists, politicians, hairdressers, or whatever.
Grosse Pointe Blank
Talking about Minnie Driver, Leviathud said...
Grosse Pointe Blank. With John Cusack, Dan Akroyd and Alan Arkin.
That's where I first saw her. One of my favorite movies of all time.
Thanks. I'm rewatching it right now, and it's even better than I remembered. John Cusack is scintillating. Very funny movie too, in a non-obvious way.
Grosse Pointe Blank. With John Cusack, Dan Akroyd and Alan Arkin.
That's where I first saw her. One of my favorite movies of all time.
Thanks. I'm rewatching it right now, and it's even better than I remembered. John Cusack is scintillating. Very funny movie too, in a non-obvious way.
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