magazine cover
When I read an article on the deportation of the Roma in France, I remember suddenly a discussion that I as a child with my Grandma and resulted in it came to why they drown newborn babies or cats would throw against the wall. Supporting their argument was that we would otherwise eat up so soon, because if you do not do this kind of birth control. Überlag times, she said the war in two to three times a boy. Let's say an average of five. And then get half a year after he got back two or three times a year on average five. Think about the time but then soon everything would be full of cats!
before yesterday I was at a photo shoot with makeup and before everything very professionally. The studio is located in the Princess Street and I got up at half past ten in the expectation that I was the first, I was not. sat behind the fluttering white curtains one already, I was told: colleague. Do you know you? No, I'm still fresh, signed the contract eggshells behind the ears, and no book has not just recently. The photographer sits down with me on the table and points to the fruit and drinks, I could use me what else I however, that except what I wear now, have brought to wear, he asks and I will move and pull a crumpled T-shirt in my small purse, but it only pulls up the eyebrows. We must therefore go like this. Where are you from? Anklam. As yet the Castorf has made something, he says, no, I do not think so he gets his silver apple and looks at Wikipedia, and in fact, he praises himself, sometimes he would even dooch a brainstorm.
am Then I turn and sit me in the mask, find me Benny powders with brackets in the sleeves and anmalt. Benn is silent, in contrast to the photographer. Apparently he has previously thought about what he as authors one might ask, and then comes so out gradually with the results of this consideration. Where are you writing this? And what times? etc. I'm starting him while he tries to wegzupinseln the dark eye angle, telling of my first impressive experience of reading and then it's a bit of books that you had to read in school and do a reading for years impossible . Whether I feel comfortable, he asks, yes, only my eyebrows seem to me quite mad and what is a blast from me: my forehead. I'm afraid it will eat the lower part of my face when I release for you. He wipes the hair still stubbornly out of sight, nothing to Making it is the boss.
Then I look for a while called to my colleague, the very hyper-intellectual times just jumping on the meta level and asked what subject they have not because by. Caesarean section, children's books and were probably so. Ok. She asks me, what else were always on my books for pictures on it and I say, that was no book there, that this is a very optimistic date and the photographer jumps at my embarrassment and says that everything is already quite right how do I do that. Compared with two Platikvögel sit on the end of ropes and swing in the wind. Even before we start, is my make-up corrected again. First, I am between two closely related artificial Walls and make the machine asks me if I feel comfortable. I say that it is great to be confined between two boxes. He laughs and says that it is an outrage that he is expected to lie here in his own studio. For me, changing from a purple to a brown background. That's what the two assistants, one of which made me a coffee and an already listed by the head guys. There are not individuals, they are nameless assistants, as they had K.. When the boss unhappy with the background and all, he sends us to a black table. The wind machine is taken out and flutter makes my hair. The rest of the session I'm sitting in the wind and try to to keep the arms down and to not lick my lips. as it is over, is waiting the next colleague. I'm going to hand him, he brought cake if I want a piece? No, I will be again. Already? Yes. Without having seen one of these ragged hair pictures, I am going.
Every morning you should be in the spotlight a bit, I think on the way back, there is one so beautiful before important and at some point probably belongs to the suspicion that all this is perhaps a mistake.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Cstrike Server Monitor
oblivion
On the advice of Stas I bought a few days ago forgotten by David Foster Wallace, I every time I take him in hand, like a child for his worship fake psychologisms. Despite bulkiness of some he manages like no other, Freudianism and psychoanalysis addicts over a love of detail so poignant and at times well beyond the standard level, the analyst themselves more extensive mock imitation that it is a real beauty and glory.
In a post it has me really thrown in the corner. It is a bit introverted, but still ambitious reporter of a lifestyle magazine, which visited a couple because the man shits finished works of art. The artist himself is said to be stupid and half-mute, so that his wife takes over the business sections. It is, as often described very nice, a monstrous woman, at least einsachzig large, their skin is so pale, like a baby and this is of astonishing girth, "fat" would be the right word when they would be wobbly, but she is not, no, you mighty fabric is everywhere of astonishing strength. The reporter and you are sitting in his car and talk about the sculptures of the husband and future articles, and developed by the proximity of the two is clearly sexual tension that they move closer and eventually play in his ear leaves. The proof windows are fogged from the inside so often, that form isolated droplets and the glass slide down fall as these sentences: "However, Arvat attempt draw out his finger under Amber's right hand carefully and loszueisen selbige right hand from the mini recorder on his knees, in retrospect, probably as an intimate contact a la handholding interpreted and remained at Mrs. Moltke so far without effect, as it now its huge skull between Atwater's face and the steering wheel and pushed they kissed suddenly, rather, Atwater kissed Amber Moltke left corner of the mouth, while her mouth had the entire right side of the face of the reporter swallowed up, to the earlobe. Of course, his frantic hand gestures, all these weak, ineffectual strikes against her left shoulder could easily be misinterpreted as a passion. "
On the advice of Stas I bought a few days ago forgotten by David Foster Wallace, I every time I take him in hand, like a child for his worship fake psychologisms. Despite bulkiness of some he manages like no other, Freudianism and psychoanalysis addicts over a love of detail so poignant and at times well beyond the standard level, the analyst themselves more extensive mock imitation that it is a real beauty and glory.
In a post it has me really thrown in the corner. It is a bit introverted, but still ambitious reporter of a lifestyle magazine, which visited a couple because the man shits finished works of art. The artist himself is said to be stupid and half-mute, so that his wife takes over the business sections. It is, as often described very nice, a monstrous woman, at least einsachzig large, their skin is so pale, like a baby and this is of astonishing girth, "fat" would be the right word when they would be wobbly, but she is not, no, you mighty fabric is everywhere of astonishing strength. The reporter and you are sitting in his car and talk about the sculptures of the husband and future articles, and developed by the proximity of the two is clearly sexual tension that they move closer and eventually play in his ear leaves. The proof windows are fogged from the inside so often, that form isolated droplets and the glass slide down fall as these sentences: "However, Arvat attempt draw out his finger under Amber's right hand carefully and loszueisen selbige right hand from the mini recorder on his knees, in retrospect, probably as an intimate contact a la handholding interpreted and remained at Mrs. Moltke so far without effect, as it now its huge skull between Atwater's face and the steering wheel and pushed they kissed suddenly, rather, Atwater kissed Amber Moltke left corner of the mouth, while her mouth had the entire right side of the face of the reporter swallowed up, to the earlobe. Of course, his frantic hand gestures, all these weak, ineffectual strikes against her left shoulder could easily be misinterpreted as a passion. "
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Is There Thc In Damiana
German documentary director
Yesterday I read an article about the FAZ in a now fairly well-known documentary filmmaker who was praised for his diligence and his devotion to the material over. He lives with his wife and child in Berlin. Two three years in Leipzig, I met his lover. She told me that even though we barely knew and under the seal of secrecy that has for several years on the latter. Either when he is passing through or visiting him in the capital. You take a room or go into nature. Of course it is not a dirty affair, they perform alongside some good discussions about culture and such things. She tells me how it is in the forest injuries fetched. They had brought no ceiling, actually they did not before, it was not just about one thing, but it is now time whenever they see themselves. I could imagine what he refers to it. She dressed well, was cocky and had a pretty face framed by curls. Her name was Anne. After five years affair with a married man she was interested in another. They agreed to meet each other and screwed around. Then she said to him: Before us are what kan, I must stop a different matter. The new was confused, overwhelmed and completely disappeared after she had phoned her director.
Yesterday I read an article about the FAZ in a now fairly well-known documentary filmmaker who was praised for his diligence and his devotion to the material over. He lives with his wife and child in Berlin. Two three years in Leipzig, I met his lover. She told me that even though we barely knew and under the seal of secrecy that has for several years on the latter. Either when he is passing through or visiting him in the capital. You take a room or go into nature. Of course it is not a dirty affair, they perform alongside some good discussions about culture and such things. She tells me how it is in the forest injuries fetched. They had brought no ceiling, actually they did not before, it was not just about one thing, but it is now time whenever they see themselves. I could imagine what he refers to it. She dressed well, was cocky and had a pretty face framed by curls. Her name was Anne. After five years affair with a married man she was interested in another. They agreed to meet each other and screwed around. Then she said to him: Before us are what kan, I must stop a different matter. The new was confused, overwhelmed and completely disappeared after she had phoned her director.
Monday, August 2, 2010
When Does Hunting Season End In Florida
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1g_I_yf2mS0&feature=related
i felt sick in the morning, then walked slowly back
in the horizontal, and finally I was standing. Today is the final practicum. I should even care about resumés, instead I write and I feel a strange crime, as would all still open, I'd avoid as can myself be nailed to the wall by what I let you know.
i felt sick in the morning, then walked slowly back
in the horizontal, and finally I was standing. Today is the final practicum. I should even care about resumés, instead I write and I feel a strange crime, as would all still open, I'd avoid as can myself be nailed to the wall by what I let you know.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Zithromax Antibiotic Smootie
It smells like disaster
happens almost every year something strange and surprising - and usually something extremely unpleasant, often tragic. The Russians attribute this peculiarity to their country and happy to ignore the global nature of this phenomenon - from the bombing of Hiroshima to Iraq's invasion of Kuwait, death of Princess Diana, or Hurricane Katrina in the U.S..
I still think that the Russians consider the month of August with good reason as "their" tragic month. First, because Russia is a country to know its fate seems to be no happy ending in principle and almost always selects a victim-rich track (no matter what month). Second: Because such events, at least in recent years, mainly, in Russia and most of all done in August:
- August 1991: The Anti-Gorby coup
- August 1996: Russia to lose the 1st Chechen war, after a bloody battle for Grozny
- August 1999: Start of the 2nd Chechen war
- August 2000: terror at Pushkin Square in Moscow
- August 2000: Fire in Moscow Ostankino Tower
- August 2000: The nuclear submarine Kursk sinks with 114 passengers
- August 2004: Suicide bombers blow up two Tupoljew machines
- August 2004: suicide bomber blows himself up in front of the Moscow metro station Rizhskaya
- August 2008: Russian-Georgian war
- August 2009 accident at the hydroelectric plant Sayano-Schuschensk with 75 dead
... only the most striking events of this kind mentioned (And the tragedy in Beslan, which began in the early morning of 1 September 2004, in fact even on that list).
This year, the Russians seem to have begun as a precautionary measure in July to train for a great August disaster. An appropriate reason to do so provided the heat-century in central Russia. Over 2 400 Russian swimmer drowned in June and July in their - often inspired by alcohol - attempt to escape from the heat. A striking performance.
Apparently, however, the Russian world record for water enthusiasts have chosen the wrong item (not to mention the very wrong month). The record-breaking heat will still not the beginning of August, according to forecasts subside and the potential water bodies still have good chances of improving the record numbers continue, but turns the moment the Russian self-destruction trend towards increasing element of fire: Dozens of villages burned, hundreds of charred buildings. Thousands of homeless people. Several dozen deaths. And that's just the beginning.
The trend was to smell good even in the last decade of July in Moscow: A lush cloud of smoke over the city was unmistakable advantage. A renowned Moscow eco-expert said: "A few hours on Moscow streets two pack of Marlboro in a moment." But the Muscovites, Europe's raving about smoking in public Was not available and eager to smoke.
Thus the end of July smelled quite pungent after a disaster. But even without this, Russia this summer delivered world media terms a rather disreputable image, such as:
- A musician of world renown involved in a pedophilia scandal in Thailand;
- look, despite calls for help from Bishkek, Russia, the massacre in Kyrgyzstan only a coward;
- Mysterious terrorists blow up a hydroelectric power plant in the North Caucasus and disappear unpunished;
- Domestic intelligence agencies can expand their powers, where no one really knows what this is really good - strong smell during the international media as a result of this action be felt;
- Over recent great friend of Russia Alexander Lukashenko is on Russian television massively distributed garbage.
All these events have not really smelled good and in no way contributed to the strengthening of the patriotic feelings of Russians. After a real disaster, it smells but only since the end of July. Be it in this year's August "only" be the catastrophic forest fires - or have to be prepared for another disaster?
you soon.
happens almost every year something strange and surprising - and usually something extremely unpleasant, often tragic. The Russians attribute this peculiarity to their country and happy to ignore the global nature of this phenomenon - from the bombing of Hiroshima to Iraq's invasion of Kuwait, death of Princess Diana, or Hurricane Katrina in the U.S..
I still think that the Russians consider the month of August with good reason as "their" tragic month. First, because Russia is a country to know its fate seems to be no happy ending in principle and almost always selects a victim-rich track (no matter what month). Second: Because such events, at least in recent years, mainly, in Russia and most of all done in August:
- August 1991: The Anti-Gorby coup
- August 1996: Russia to lose the 1st Chechen war, after a bloody battle for Grozny
- August 1999: Start of the 2nd Chechen war
- August 2000: terror at Pushkin Square in Moscow
- August 2000: Fire in Moscow Ostankino Tower
- August 2000: The nuclear submarine Kursk sinks with 114 passengers
- August 2004: Suicide bombers blow up two Tupoljew machines
- August 2004: suicide bomber blows himself up in front of the Moscow metro station Rizhskaya
- August 2008: Russian-Georgian war
- August 2009 accident at the hydroelectric plant Sayano-Schuschensk with 75 dead
... only the most striking events of this kind mentioned (And the tragedy in Beslan, which began in the early morning of 1 September 2004, in fact even on that list).
This year, the Russians seem to have begun as a precautionary measure in July to train for a great August disaster. An appropriate reason to do so provided the heat-century in central Russia. Over 2 400 Russian swimmer drowned in June and July in their - often inspired by alcohol - attempt to escape from the heat. A striking performance.
Apparently, however, the Russian world record for water enthusiasts have chosen the wrong item (not to mention the very wrong month). The record-breaking heat will still not the beginning of August, according to forecasts subside and the potential water bodies still have good chances of improving the record numbers continue, but turns the moment the Russian self-destruction trend towards increasing element of fire: Dozens of villages burned, hundreds of charred buildings. Thousands of homeless people. Several dozen deaths. And that's just the beginning.
The trend was to smell good even in the last decade of July in Moscow: A lush cloud of smoke over the city was unmistakable advantage. A renowned Moscow eco-expert said: "A few hours on Moscow streets two pack of Marlboro in a moment." But the Muscovites, Europe's raving about smoking in public Was not available and eager to smoke.
Thus the end of July smelled quite pungent after a disaster. But even without this, Russia this summer delivered world media terms a rather disreputable image, such as:
- A musician of world renown involved in a pedophilia scandal in Thailand;
- look, despite calls for help from Bishkek, Russia, the massacre in Kyrgyzstan only a coward;
- Mysterious terrorists blow up a hydroelectric power plant in the North Caucasus and disappear unpunished;
- Domestic intelligence agencies can expand their powers, where no one really knows what this is really good - strong smell during the international media as a result of this action be felt;
- Over recent great friend of Russia Alexander Lukashenko is on Russian television massively distributed garbage.
All these events have not really smelled good and in no way contributed to the strengthening of the patriotic feelings of Russians. After a real disaster, it smells but only since the end of July. Be it in this year's August "only" be the catastrophic forest fires - or have to be prepared for another disaster?
you soon.
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