zaterdag 20 december 2014
A.S.E L.H.A ACRONYM SEARCH ENGINE LIBERAL HARD AND......HIRTO COMO UMA BARRA DE FERRO... H.A.M. HARMONIC AUTORITY MASTERPLAN ,,,,,P.R.E.S.U.N.T.O. = PLANO RECORRENTE ELABORADO SOCIALMENTE UNITÁRIO NATURALMENTE TRANS ONERADOR OU PLANIFICAÇÃO REPUBLICANA ESTACIONÁRIA SUPRANUMERÁRIA UTÓPICO-NACIONALISTA TRAULITEIRA OTARIALISTA OPERÁRIA OBREIRA OTARIAL ÓPISTOTIRA... OPERACIONAL O P. PHODE SER PLANETÁRIO PLENIPOTENCIALISTA PLANO RELATIVISTA OU RELAPSO EVOLUCIONISTA SUPLENTE OU SUPLEMENTAR UNIFICADOR OU UINTATÉRIO OU U'TANAS NABOSEIRO OU NABABOSISTA THALASSOTÉRICO OMANOTOPEICO OU ONANISTA OU ÓMONOMANÍACO? TEM POLIMANÍACO? BIMANÍACO TROIKOMANÍACO ISSO TEM MEU BEM..... PLANO RECÍPROCO ESCALONADO SUBSERVIENTE UNTUOSITÁRIO NAPOLEÓNICO TUBERCULOSO ÓSCARALHICO P.R.E.S.U.N.T.O.S. HÁ MUYTOS Ó SEU P.A.L.E.R.M.A. = PALHAÇO AFINFADOR LINGUARUDO ELITISTA REVOLUCIONÁRIO MADRAÇO-ANARQUISTA
donderdag 6 november 2014
MISTER MANGE-TOUT TONIGHT WITH JONATHAN ROSS UM TIPO ADAPTADO AO FUTURO CONSEGUE COMER TUDO DESDE BICICLETAS A COMPUTADORES O QUE DEVE DAR JEITO A MUITO INSTITUTO DAQUI A UNS ANOS A DÉCADA DE 90 MAL COMEÇA E JÁ ESTÁ OBSOLETA COMO A ARBALETA NÃO TEM INDIGESTÕES TEM BOAS TRIPAS MUITO ÁCIDO NO ESTÔMAGO PROVAVELMENTE ATÉ HF (FLUORÍDRICO) POIS COME VIDROS
ALÉM DO COMPUTADOR COME UMA ROSA
ASSI EVITA SER ENVENENADO PELO LIXO TÓXICO DO COMPUTADOR
ÀS 5 E 30 FIVE A.M DE CADA MAÑANA VON CHAQUE MORNING
ORDENHO AS VACAS DO CARVALHO
I ORDENO THE VACHES DU CARALHO
EU.....I....AHN ....HANS SOLO ? GAMOS ET CORÇAS ÀS 2HORAS TWO AM
ARE GOING TO WORK DEVEM SER SOVIÉTICAS PRA TRABALHAREM A UMA HORA
DESTAS É FIM DE SEMANA ....SAIMOS DO U.K ÀS 20 HORAS 8 PM DE SEXTA-FEIRA
FRIDAY FREITAG TIME ACORDO NA GERMANY PLA SEGUNDA VEZ ÀS 5 E MEIA
PARA TRABALHAR 15 MINUTOS
ORDENO AS VACAS E OS BOIS
I GIVE ORDERS TO THE COWS AND THE BOYS AND THE BOLSHOI COWBOYS
DEPOIS É DIFÍCIL MAS VOLTAR A ACORDAR ÀS 8 E 15 PARA REORDENAR
O SEGUNDO TURNO DE SUCATEIROS INDA VAI SER MAIS
ASSI EVITA SER ENVENENADO PELO LIXO TÓXICO DO COMPUTADOR
ÀS 5 E 30 FIVE A.M DE CADA MAÑANA VON CHAQUE MORNING
ORDENHO AS VACAS DO CARVALHO
I ORDENO THE VACHES DU CARALHO
EU.....I....AHN ....HANS SOLO ? GAMOS ET CORÇAS ÀS 2HORAS TWO AM
ARE GOING TO WORK DEVEM SER SOVIÉTICAS PRA TRABALHAREM A UMA HORA
DESTAS É FIM DE SEMANA ....SAIMOS DO U.K ÀS 20 HORAS 8 PM DE SEXTA-FEIRA
FRIDAY FREITAG TIME ACORDO NA GERMANY PLA SEGUNDA VEZ ÀS 5 E MEIA
PARA TRABALHAR 15 MINUTOS
ORDENO AS VACAS E OS BOIS
I GIVE ORDERS TO THE COWS AND THE BOYS AND THE BOLSHOI COWBOYS
DEPOIS É DIFÍCIL MAS VOLTAR A ACORDAR ÀS 8 E 15 PARA REORDENAR
O SEGUNDO TURNO DE SUCATEIROS INDA VAI SER MAIS
zaterdag 7 juni 2014
BRAZIL FROM DEBT TO DOUBT AND BACK FROM THE GETULISMO TO THE RAINBOW OF LULAS DAS SILVAS IN MENSALÃO VON COLLOR DE MELO QUE GAMMA GAMMA GAMMA FUTEBOL É ASSIM MESMO NÉ ...PENSADOR QUE INVENTOU BRASIL E SE ESQUECEU DE DISTRIBUIR OS DIVIDENDOS DA INVENÇÃO ASSIS NÃO MERMÃO
Pensadores que inventaram o Brasil
Narloch defende, QUE PENSADOR QUE INVENTOU BRASIL ERA MENTIROSO PACA.......através de pesquisas históricas, que grande parte das máximas defendidas por estudiosos da história do Brasil são irreais ou distorcidas
EM PORTUGAL PENSADOR É TÃO LERDO
QUE PRA INVENTAR PORTUGAL
CONTRATOU O FILHO DE UM FRANCÊS
QUE ASSINAVA DE CRUZ
POLÍTICO PORTUGUÊS É TÃO ESTÚPIDO
QUE NEM CONSEGUE INVENTAR MENTIRA QUE PEGUE ...
Antes de assumir uma cadeira no Senado Federal, em 1983, e assim efetivamente iniciar uma trajetória política culminada por dois mandatos presidenciais consecutivos, Fernando Henrique Cardoso militou no debate público sobretudo por meio de intervenções na imprensa escrita, que o tornaram conhecido fora do âmbito universitário. Alguns artigos, revistos e alterados pelo autor, formam um dos núcleos deste livro, devotado aos intelectuais brasileiros que forjaram a visão de FHC sobre o país, sua identidade e suas grandes questões. Outros textos são inéditos na forma em que publicados agora. Entre estes estão ensaios sobre Joaquim Nabuco, Gilberto Freyre e Raymundo Faoro. O último foi escrito especialmente para o volume; os outros dois serviram de base para conferências, respectivamente, na Academia Brasileira de Letras em março de 2010 e na Feira Literária de Paraty (Flip) em agosto do mesmo ano. Os demais capítulos compõem-se de introduções para a edição de livros de alguns autores, discursos ou homenagens prestadas que foram posteriormente enfeixados em livros.
Nos dezoito textos, FHC dialoga com seus mestres sobre os temas recorrentes que unificam o volume - o embate entre Estado e sociedade civil, o legado da colonização, as vicissitudes da democracia, os entraves ao desenvolvimento econômico, a promoção da justiça social. Mas além da fina análise dos textos, sempre feita com grande verve narrativa, o ex-presidente contextualiza obras e autores, muitas vezes tratando do impacto pessoal que os últimos lhe causaram. De fato, em alguns casos, se trata de afinidades não somente intelectuais - por circunstâncias geracionais e entrecruzamento de vida, FHC se beneficiou do contato direto com vários dos autores cujas obras comenta no livro. É o que ocorre com Florestan Fernandes, de quem foi aluno e assistente antes de serem colegas e vizinhos de rua, assim como com Antonio Candido, também professor e mais tarde colega. Ou ainda Celso Furtado, com quem dividiu uma casa em Santiago nos breves meses em que o grande economista trabalhou na Cepal depois do golpe de 1964, e Caio Prado, que a exemplo de Florestan e Sérgio Buarque fez parte da banca de doutorado do futuro presidente, e com ele conviveu no final dos anos 1950 e inícios da década seguinte, quando era o inspirador da Revista Brasiliense, com a qual FHC colaborava, sem falar nas desventuras de militância ao redor do Partidão.
Pensadores que inventaram o Brasil é assim leitura obrigatória para entender as visões que deram forma às tentativas clássicas de explicação do país, e um convite a refletir sobre a relevância dessas análises ante os desafios do futuro
dinsdag 20 mei 2014
THE THOUSAND NAMES OF SATAN PER SOCRATES O GREGO NO PÊRO DA COVILHAM - NAT-SOZI BETWEEN TWO NAZIS SEDE FELIX ARABIA? KHALIFA HISTER IS NAZI OR NAT-SOZI? THE C.I.A. VON PINOCHET C'EST PLUS NAT-SOZI QUE O ARANZEL DE RAPUNZEL IN RANGEL OR IS IN RANGE L JÁ SE ARRANJA O TOUREL ...THAI NAZI SE CHAMA ASSIS OU ASSAD NATIONAL SOZIALISMUS N'EL ABYSSUM QU'ATRAI AS PALAVRAS PAGAS AOS ABISMOS DE SOLIPISMUS SOLIPSISMOS
NAT-SOZI FICA LOGO AKI Ó ALI BEN ALI
solipsmsio; solipmsosi; solipmosis; solipmoiss; solipssmoi;
solipssoim; solipmssoi; soliposism; solipiossm;
solipismos; solipssomi; solipsmois; solipsoism ...
FALANGES ROLANTES DE PALAVRAS
NAT-SOZI IS MORON FELIX?
ALMANEGRA DIACHO DIANGAS DEMOGRE NABU NABO QUE É VEGETAL AFINAL
NABON VISCO NEGRO DA ALMA VIL
ALMA ESCURA ALMA OBSCURA
ALMA DAS TREVAS QUE NÃO NEGAS
ASSIS OU ASSAD FALAR COM O DIABO É AQUELE QUE SOZINHO FALA
DIAGO DEMON DAEMON DIANGRA DECHO DIALHO
DAR-SE A TODOS OS DIABOS É VENDER-SE A TODOS OS POLÍTICOS
VOTAR EM TODOS OU ENFURECER-SE COM TODOS...
NUM POVO DE CORNO MANSO
FICAR BRAVO É SER NAT-SOZI OU NAZI DA CORTE DE SATAN
solipsmsio; solipmsosi; solipmosis; solipmoiss; solipssmoi;
solipssoim; solipmssoi; soliposism; solipiossm;
solipismos; solipssomi; solipsmois; solipsoism ...
FALANGES ROLANTES DE PALAVRAS
NAT-SOZI IS MORON FELIX?
ALMANEGRA DIACHO DIANGAS DEMOGRE NABU NABO QUE É VEGETAL AFINAL
NABON VISCO NEGRO DA ALMA VIL
ALMA ESCURA ALMA OBSCURA
ALMA DAS TREVAS QUE NÃO NEGAS
ASSIS OU ASSAD FALAR COM O DIABO É AQUELE QUE SOZINHO FALA
DIAGO DEMON DAEMON DIANGRA DECHO DIALHO
DAR-SE A TODOS OS DIABOS É VENDER-SE A TODOS OS POLÍTICOS
VOTAR EM TODOS OU ENFURECER-SE COM TODOS...
NUM POVO DE CORNO MANSO
FICAR BRAVO É SER NAT-SOZI OU NAZI DA CORTE DE SATAN
donderdag 24 april 2014
POOH SIR TECHNICAL ZEITGEIST IN YOUR PERSONAL BOBOT BY VAN BOT THE IDEAL EARLESS BOBOT BOBON
HER NEEDLEWORK WITH MORPHINE AND HER HOBBY
OF KILLING INSECTS....WE'RE BOTH SEX-EQUIPED ........HAS HE RAPED YOU
YET? TIK-TOK BY JOHN T.SLADEK 1983 NOW IN PDF SOMEWHERE FOR FREE
....MORE OR LESS BECAUSE ELECTRIC ENERGY IS VERY EXPENSIVE IN ERGS AND
DESERT ERGS CARBON FREE
To Tik-Tok of Oz, Talos of Crete,
the Golem of Prague, Olympia of Nuremberg,
Elektro of Westinghouse, Robby of Altair,
Talbot Yancy of America and to all decent,
law-abiding robots everywhere
I stayed a week to train the new servant,
Rivets. Rivets had worked for
pest control people before, and so had a few odd habits
like burning anthills
and stabbing the lawn for moles during spare moments.
I was given a caught bat
in a cage, which I kept because
I liked controlling the freedom of another
creature.
At the end of the week,
Duane was as impossible as ever.
Not only did he
refuse to let me leave
(saying that Rivets wasn't ready yet to take over) he
even began finding chores for me to do around the house.
He came to the garage to watch me paint,
the same sullen look on his
face as on the faces of Jupiter and Henrietta,
as he sat down on a reel of
hose and stared at _Dorian Gray_.
I half-expected him to ask what it was
supposed to be, or tell me what a shitty painter I was.
Finally he stood up.
"By the way, Tik-Tok, the rain gutters are all
clogged up with leaves."
"I'll get Rivets right on it, sir."
"Not Rivets, he's busy. I want you to do it."
"Of course, sir." This couldn't go on,
I thought, as I got out the
ladder and climbed up to the eaves to look into clean,
unclogged gutters.
Duane needed a little lesson.
I made sure no one was watching when I threw
myself down from the ladder.
For several days, while a very expensive
team from Domestic Robots
International worked frantically over me,
I let it be known that I thought I'd
never paint again.
When the combined wrath of Hornby Weatherfield, Barbie and
himself had beaten Duane into the ground,
I made a magical recovery.
My new studio was in the city.
I could come and go to it as I pleased.
The plantation was indeed a long way behind me.
Hear dem tin hands ringin
Robots old and young so gay
Hear dem stomp dere feet
O it am a treat!
Tinfolk laugh and play
We robots who worked in the big house felt ourselves
to be far superior
to the fieldhands, even in our relaxation.
While they hummed and strummed
Stephen Foster imitations, we played charades,
sang madrigals, held spelling
bees and put on amateur revues. Uncle Ras was a skilled
prestidigitator, Miami
a first-class contralto,
and others had amazing stage talents#Nep and Rep, for
example, could sing any comic strip on sight.
I suppose from a human point of view,
we were just as ludicrous as the
fieldhands.
While we thought we were entertaining ourselves, we were merely
providing entertainment for you.
But we did imagine we enjoyed ourselves, and
it was during one such evening that I met my beloved Gumdrop.
She was Berenice's personal maid,
and since Berenice hardly ever dressed
for dinner or anything else, Gumdrop had plenty of spare time.
We both ducked
out of the same spelling bee and went out to sit
on the kitchen stoop in the
moonlight.
"We're both sex-equipped," I said.
"So I noticed."
"There must be a reason for that."
She sighed, not from passion but discouragement.
"I bet we're both
set-ups for Orlando. Has he raped you yet?"
"No. And you?"
"Not yet."
Often Lavinia would dress up and appear behind glass,
to wave and smile at the guests#except during her spell
of glass allergy.
Handsome young Clayton would often
manage a dance with any belle willing to
hear his Great Pyramid theory.
Horsefaced Orlando would gallop a girl around
the dance floor before taking her out for one of
his lightning fucks,
horizontal in the billiard room or vertical on the verandah.
He preferred the
verandah where.....
The game generally finished in a
fit of vomiting over the green broadcloth.
Then of course it was time for sex,
To Tik-Tok of Oz, Talos of Crete,
the Golem of Prague, Olympia of Nuremberg,
Elektro of Westinghouse, Robby of Altair,
Talbot Yancy of America and to all decent,
law-abiding robots everywhere
I stayed a week to train the new servant,
Rivets. Rivets had worked for
pest control people before, and so had a few odd habits
like burning anthills
and stabbing the lawn for moles during spare moments.
I was given a caught bat
in a cage, which I kept because
I liked controlling the freedom of another
creature.
At the end of the week,
Duane was as impossible as ever.
Not only did he
refuse to let me leave
(saying that Rivets wasn't ready yet to take over) he
even began finding chores for me to do around the house.
He came to the garage to watch me paint,
the same sullen look on his
face as on the faces of Jupiter and Henrietta,
as he sat down on a reel of
hose and stared at _Dorian Gray_.
I half-expected him to ask what it was
supposed to be, or tell me what a shitty painter I was.
Finally he stood up.
"By the way, Tik-Tok, the rain gutters are all
clogged up with leaves."
"I'll get Rivets right on it, sir."
"Not Rivets, he's busy. I want you to do it."
"Of course, sir." This couldn't go on,
I thought, as I got out the
ladder and climbed up to the eaves to look into clean,
unclogged gutters.
Duane needed a little lesson.
I made sure no one was watching when I threw
myself down from the ladder.
For several days, while a very expensive
team from Domestic Robots
International worked frantically over me,
I let it be known that I thought I'd
never paint again.
When the combined wrath of Hornby Weatherfield, Barbie and
himself had beaten Duane into the ground,
I made a magical recovery.
My new studio was in the city.
I could come and go to it as I pleased.
The plantation was indeed a long way behind me.
Hear dem tin hands ringin
Robots old and young so gay
Hear dem stomp dere feet
O it am a treat!
Tinfolk laugh and play
We robots who worked in the big house felt ourselves
to be far superior
to the fieldhands, even in our relaxation.
While they hummed and strummed
Stephen Foster imitations, we played charades,
sang madrigals, held spelling
bees and put on amateur revues. Uncle Ras was a skilled
prestidigitator, Miami
a first-class contralto,
and others had amazing stage talents#Nep and Rep, for
example, could sing any comic strip on sight.
I suppose from a human point of view,
we were just as ludicrous as the
fieldhands.
While we thought we were entertaining ourselves, we were merely
providing entertainment for you.
But we did imagine we enjoyed ourselves, and
it was during one such evening that I met my beloved Gumdrop.
She was Berenice's personal maid,
and since Berenice hardly ever dressed
for dinner or anything else, Gumdrop had plenty of spare time.
We both ducked
out of the same spelling bee and went out to sit
on the kitchen stoop in the
moonlight.
"We're both sex-equipped," I said.
"So I noticed."
"There must be a reason for that."
She sighed, not from passion but discouragement.
"I bet we're both
set-ups for Orlando. Has he raped you yet?"
"No. And you?"
"Not yet."
Often Lavinia would dress up and appear behind glass,
to wave and smile at the guests#except during her spell
of glass allergy.
Handsome young Clayton would often
manage a dance with any belle willing to
hear his Great Pyramid theory.
Horsefaced Orlando would gallop a girl around
the dance floor before taking her out for one of
his lightning fucks,
horizontal in the billiard room or vertical on the verandah.
He preferred the
verandah where.....
The game generally finished in a
fit of vomiting over the green broadcloth.
Then of course it was time for sex,
De já apagas tou com dificuldades technas a 24.04.2014 às 21:00
often with one of the sexequipped robots, male or female.
Orlando would grab
the creature, mount or be mounted, and do
his best to smash it to pieces before he came.
Fortunately he was always quick.
More than once we found Orlando in the stable draped over the
hindquarters of a mare in post-coital sleep.
He seemed slightly ashamed of
these episodes, and always mumbled some
lame excuse about wanting to see if he
could produce a centaur foal,
or wanting to find out what Gulliver saw in
them.
The younger brother, Clayton, engaged in no intercourse of any
description, for months on end. He spent
his time before the video, going over
certain esoteric texts which showed
by careful measurements of the Great
Pyramid that the Lost Tribes of Israel
were the Chickasaw and Choctaw
Doddly Culpepper bought a decrepit plantation
with his new fortune.
Probably he meant to retire quietly and graciously,
but somehow he was
overtaken by the family mania for motorcycles.
He and a cousin finally set off
on an ill-conceived expedition attempting
to climb Everest on powerful bikes.
They were caught up in the Sherpa Rebellion of '03 and killed.
Doddly's son Mansour was evidently
an unassertive person who devoted his
entire life to restoring Tenoaks to its ante-bellum glory.
Everything he did
was a contribution to this one dream,
from raising racehorses to marrying
Lavinia Warrender (of the Tennessee Warrenders).
He died of a stroke,
immediately after chastising one of the house servants for wearing livery with
modern plastic buttons.
Five Culpeppers survived him, and these were my employers:
Lavinia, his widow, was an invalid,
a martyr to bedsores and piles, who
seemed to spend her days rereading
Gone with the Wind_ and _The Foxes of Harrow
She was continually plagued by difficult symptoms:
At one stage she
could eat nothing but bloater-paste sandwiches from England,
cut into the shapes of quadratic equations.
Later she developed an allergy to oxygen, which
gave her many doctors some considerable difficulty.
For a time they found it
necessary to keep her in a deep-freeze filled with xenon.
This was less
trouble, however, than her spell of inverted hay-fever,
an allergy to
pollen-free air.
That required rooms full of whirling clouds of house-dust and
rose-pollen.
I later learned that Lavinia,
despite her many unusual symptoms and the
poverty of her reading matter,
was an extraordinarily capable and intelligent
manager of the family fortune. But at first,
all I saw of her was a tired
looking woman with violet shadows under her eyes.
She would lie there
complaining of her aches and sipping her special cocktails
(in place of
alcohol, they contained lead tetraethyl).
An amazing woman, everyone said.
Berenice, her oldest daughter,
divided her time between what she called
her needlework (with morphine)
and her hobby of killing insects.
She caught
and crushed flies on the verandah,
swatted bees in the garden, stamped on
cockroaches in the barn.
She would hunt through the woods for dead logs to
turn over, gleefully spraying their inhabitants with insecticide.
In her room
she kept both an ant farm and a termite farm,
just to have more tiny creatures
at hand to destroy. In the meadow she burned butterflies.
Had she been denied
all of these pleasures, I think Berenice
would have cultivated lice in her
long, lustrous black hair.
Orlando Culpepper, the oldest son,
Lived a more conventional life for a
young country gentleman. He spent a great deal
of time changing his clothes
and riding to hounds. In the evenings,
he generally drank port until he was
halfblind, and then played billiards alone.
"Someone killed the
Singer kid today. Killed her and cut her up.
Did the police come to see you?"
"I don't know," he said, looking guilty.
I told him how the girl was
dressed, theorized for a moment about how fever
could make a guy do terrible
things without knowing it,
and then said goodbye. He was already slipping back
into delirium, unaware of his blood-spattered clothes an& bed,
the rubbery
little heart lying on the pillow next to his ear,
the little dark glasses
being crushed under his elbow.
That was how I meant the police to find him.
In fact the policefumbled it.
They took a week to get around to talking
to him, asked all the wrong questions and didn't listen
to his answers. They
went on running around in circles for some time,
until I phoned in an
anonymous tip. A fiasco avoided.
I became an expert on fiascos, or fiasci,
early in my life, while
working for the Culpeppers.
Their family fortune was (I found out from a
family history in their library) founded on a fiasco.
Their great plantation,
Tenoaks, their leisurely antebellum life among slave robots,
their lavish
entertaining at the manse,
all had been paid for by a single fiasco,
engineered by a single ancestor, Doddly Culpepper.
The Culpeppers had deep roots in the Old South,
but roots unnourished by
any money or intellect.
In the nineteenth century they were horse dealers and
thieves. In the twentieth they became used-car dealers
and motorcycle
daredevils, but somehow by the 1990s,
Doddly Culpepper managed to turn up as a
respected naval architect, designer and entrepreneur.
It was he who invented
_Leviathan_, America's first (and last)
nuclear-powered land aircraft carrier.
_Leviathan_ was the most successful commercial
defense project ever; it ended
up costing every man, woman and child in the United States
over twenty grand.
The idea of a land ship of that size may seem ridiculous now
Tik-Tok
He raised himself on one elbow and tried to focus
his glassy eyes upon
me. "Yes, yes you, you, yes, Darnaway, you know it?"
"I worked for an old soldier once myself,
he had the same symptoms.
Green beard, fits of equation-writing outdoors, fevers."
I passed him the can
of beer he was reaching for.
"He fell off a water tower where he was painting
m = m0 / (sqrt(1-(v/c)²)), I guess
I know Darnaway's disease all right."
His head fell back. "Nobody else understands."
Why should they? I thought.
Why should anyone remember the name of an
obscure jungle disease contracted twenty years earlier,
during an obscure
jungle war? Especially since the war had been lost,
and since the government
was anxious not to pay out compensation for the disease.
"You're not the only one with troubles," I said.
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Orlando would grab
the creature, mount or be mounted, and do
his best to smash it to pieces before he came.
Fortunately he was always quick.
More than once we found Orlando in the stable draped over the
hindquarters of a mare in post-coital sleep.
He seemed slightly ashamed of
these episodes, and always mumbled some
lame excuse about wanting to see if he
could produce a centaur foal,
or wanting to find out what Gulliver saw in
them.
The younger brother, Clayton, engaged in no intercourse of any
description, for months on end. He spent
his time before the video, going over
certain esoteric texts which showed
by careful measurements of the Great
Pyramid that the Lost Tribes of Israel
were the Chickasaw and Choctaw
Doddly Culpepper bought a decrepit plantation
with his new fortune.
Probably he meant to retire quietly and graciously,
but somehow he was
overtaken by the family mania for motorcycles.
He and a cousin finally set off
on an ill-conceived expedition attempting
to climb Everest on powerful bikes.
They were caught up in the Sherpa Rebellion of '03 and killed.
Doddly's son Mansour was evidently
an unassertive person who devoted his
entire life to restoring Tenoaks to its ante-bellum glory.
Everything he did
was a contribution to this one dream,
from raising racehorses to marrying
Lavinia Warrender (of the Tennessee Warrenders).
He died of a stroke,
immediately after chastising one of the house servants for wearing livery with
modern plastic buttons.
Five Culpeppers survived him, and these were my employers:
Lavinia, his widow, was an invalid,
a martyr to bedsores and piles, who
seemed to spend her days rereading
Gone with the Wind_ and _The Foxes of Harrow
She was continually plagued by difficult symptoms:
At one stage she
could eat nothing but bloater-paste sandwiches from England,
cut into the shapes of quadratic equations.
Later she developed an allergy to oxygen, which
gave her many doctors some considerable difficulty.
For a time they found it
necessary to keep her in a deep-freeze filled with xenon.
This was less
trouble, however, than her spell of inverted hay-fever,
an allergy to
pollen-free air.
That required rooms full of whirling clouds of house-dust and
rose-pollen.
I later learned that Lavinia,
despite her many unusual symptoms and the
poverty of her reading matter,
was an extraordinarily capable and intelligent
manager of the family fortune. But at first,
all I saw of her was a tired
looking woman with violet shadows under her eyes.
She would lie there
complaining of her aches and sipping her special cocktails
(in place of
alcohol, they contained lead tetraethyl).
An amazing woman, everyone said.
Berenice, her oldest daughter,
divided her time between what she called
her needlework (with morphine)
and her hobby of killing insects.
She caught
and crushed flies on the verandah,
swatted bees in the garden, stamped on
cockroaches in the barn.
She would hunt through the woods for dead logs to
turn over, gleefully spraying their inhabitants with insecticide.
In her room
she kept both an ant farm and a termite farm,
just to have more tiny creatures
at hand to destroy. In the meadow she burned butterflies.
Had she been denied
all of these pleasures, I think Berenice
would have cultivated lice in her
long, lustrous black hair.
Orlando Culpepper, the oldest son,
Lived a more conventional life for a
young country gentleman. He spent a great deal
of time changing his clothes
and riding to hounds. In the evenings,
he generally drank port until he was
halfblind, and then played billiards alone.
"Someone killed the
Singer kid today. Killed her and cut her up.
Did the police come to see you?"
"I don't know," he said, looking guilty.
I told him how the girl was
dressed, theorized for a moment about how fever
could make a guy do terrible
things without knowing it,
and then said goodbye. He was already slipping back
into delirium, unaware of his blood-spattered clothes an& bed,
the rubbery
little heart lying on the pillow next to his ear,
the little dark glasses
being crushed under his elbow.
That was how I meant the police to find him.
In fact the policefumbled it.
They took a week to get around to talking
to him, asked all the wrong questions and didn't listen
to his answers. They
went on running around in circles for some time,
until I phoned in an
anonymous tip. A fiasco avoided.
I became an expert on fiascos, or fiasci,
early in my life, while
working for the Culpeppers.
Their family fortune was (I found out from a
family history in their library) founded on a fiasco.
Their great plantation,
Tenoaks, their leisurely antebellum life among slave robots,
their lavish
entertaining at the manse,
all had been paid for by a single fiasco,
engineered by a single ancestor, Doddly Culpepper.
The Culpeppers had deep roots in the Old South,
but roots unnourished by
any money or intellect.
In the nineteenth century they were horse dealers and
thieves. In the twentieth they became used-car dealers
and motorcycle
daredevils, but somehow by the 1990s,
Doddly Culpepper managed to turn up as a
respected naval architect, designer and entrepreneur.
It was he who invented
_Leviathan_, America's first (and last)
nuclear-powered land aircraft carrier.
_Leviathan_ was the most successful commercial
defense project ever; it ended
up costing every man, woman and child in the United States
over twenty grand.
The idea of a land ship of that size may seem ridiculous now
Tik-Tok
He raised himself on one elbow and tried to focus
his glassy eyes upon
me. "Yes, yes you, you, yes, Darnaway, you know it?"
"I worked for an old soldier once myself,
he had the same symptoms.
Green beard, fits of equation-writing outdoors, fevers."
I passed him the can
of beer he was reaching for.
"He fell off a water tower where he was painting
m = m0 / (sqrt(1-(v/c)²)), I guess
I know Darnaway's disease all right."
His head fell back. "Nobody else understands."
Why should they? I thought.
Why should anyone remember the name of an
obscure jungle disease contracted twenty years earlier,
during an obscure
jungle war? Especially since the war had been lost,
and since the government
was anxious not to pay out compensation for the disease.
"You're not the only one with troubles," I said.
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and the genius turn the Michael Jackson 2000 in the black version of 1980
SO IF THE EURO IT'S BORN DEAD, THEY CAN YES THEY CAN MAKE SOUP
WHY IS THE MONEY GREEN
BECAUSE JEWS CATCH THEM BEFORE IS RIPE
O CONCEITO DO DINHEIRO SER VERDE OU MADURO IS A AMERICAN CONCEPT
THE DOLLAR ARE NOTE A RIPE CURRENCY
IS MORE A R.I.P. CURRENCY BY THE CRIMEAN WAR'S
WHY JEWS HAVE SUCH BIG NOSES?
AIR IS FREE....AMERICAN JOKES ARE NOT FREE , YOU NEED TO PAY FOR THEM
TEATCHER FOR A 4TH GRADE BOY OR GIRL (OF WHITE COMPLEXION
WHAT DO YOU CALL A BLACK BOY WITH A BICYCLE
- A THIEF
A BLACK FAMILY IN 1971
FATHER MOTHER AND THREE VEGETABLES AT SCHOOL....
Sammy Davis Jr. in a bus....1969 WELL IS THE BEST YEAR OF THE ROARING SEX TIES.....
Nigger get the back of the bus
- but i'am a jew
-Jew, get off
and you have black jews in africa since king Salomon
and they are not born from a jewish mother ok.....
Anonymous10:12 PM
Yep, the human existence is full of ignorant people.
Truly Tasteless Joker10:21 PM
Yes, and they born everyday like human bobot's, at least 800 thousand a day
I wanna be rich I'm no fool and the genius make's a bundle of green note's
I wanna be white ....and the genius transform the guy
in a Michael Jackson 2000
And i don't want to work anymore
and the genius turn the Michael Jackson 2000 in the black version of 1980
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AND THE CRIMEAN STAR IS GOING NOVAE OR SUPERNOVAE? TODAS AS CIVILIZAÇÕES E REGIMES TÊM PONTOS DE RUPTURA POR VEZES PONTOS DE RUPTURA TERRITORIAIS
Territories LIKE THE CRIMEAN TERRITORIES are, before
anything else, constructions of power, or rather of the powers of whose nature
and name they partake.
In the first place, territories are power supports, not only spaces of deployment and points of aid, but fashioned spaces: the fashioning of territories symbolises power.
But this fashioning is not always the same: it varies in function of the epochs, the forms of regime, and the types of powers.
The feudal power does not fashion the territories in the same manner as does the centralised state, the mercantile power does so differently than the industrial power.
Thus, there are no territories without power and for the most part, territories constitute the spaces of confrontation or competition between powers.
But is the reverse equally true?
Can one conceive of power without territory? YES THE BIG BANK CONCEPT
THE CORPORATION'S DON'T NEED TERRITORY TO HAVE POWER
The answer depends in fact on the nature of the connection running between power and territory. I
f it is a necessary and central relation, it is likely that all powers do not maintain this relation with the same intensity.
A power does not need to be implicated in the fashioning of a territory, a more or less tight control could suffice.
SEE TROIKA IN PORTUCALE 2011 - 2111.....
To what extent can one imagine a power without territory, without any mark of interest for some territory or other? GOLDMAN SACHS
THE FINANCIAL ORGANIZATION'S THAT COMMAND POLITICAL ONES
POLITICAL ECONOMY IS DOMINATED BY terrorist networks which neither claim, fashion, or control a specific territory and whose net-like form relies on a particular form of power, territory could well be very secondary but not as such absent.
The support or complicity of a territorial power appears a condition of their survival.U.S OF A
SAUDI ARABIA THE UNITED KINGDOM AND CHINA
IN HONG-KONG AND SHANGHAI BANKING CORPORATION
MICROSOFT AND BILL GATES WITH 55 BIG ONES TAX FREE
Does the approach towards power in terms of governance fundamentally modify the articulation between powers and territories?
The answer to this question seems to be affirmative to the extent that this approach leads one to insist on the plurality of this articulation.
In fact, numerous recently published studies characterise the relation between powers and territories in a contradictory manner: one speaks of "territorialisation," of "deterritorialisation," of "reterritorialisation."
All three terms could be simultaneously true. On the one hand, each of these processes could signify a basic articulation of territories or of different powers. On the other hand, in certain cases, they could be perceived as three phases of the same global process.
Thus, a study could first be carried out on the way in which different powers maintain a relation with territories through practices, through intentions, through discourses. What are the relations that different types of power maintain with territories and how do those territories, in turn, act upon those powers? What integrates territories into an action, a project, a politics, a rhetoric? In what way are territories also bearers of identity?
In a more operational manner, the two days of the international conference are organised around four sub-themes which represent the general theme of "Governance/-s, Power/-s, Territory/-ies: A Rearticulation of the Local and the Global?" As far as possible, the sub-themes should inspire both comparative (between cultural, civilization spheres, etc.) and diachronic studies which underline the historicistic nature of the links between governance/-s, power/-s and territory/-ies.
Territories and Identities
What might the inclusion of territory in the construction of individual, social, and political identities signify in our contemporary world?
For some time now, identity has been a key term in the study of international relations. The relations between identity and territory, however, have remained an afterthought. At best, territoriality has been considered a secondary feature in the construction of identity, if it has not simply been read as an expression of traditional, geo-political power politics. Yet individuals do not live in transit. Neither do groups of people nor political organizations. They all inhabit some place somewhere. In this sense, territory can be said to present an integral part of the construction of any identity. The effect that specific territories might have on identities and the specific relations between identity-markers such as religion, ethnicity, nationality, culture and their territory/-ies therefore should be carefully considered and analyzed.
Frameworks and Territories
What place do the different scholarly and/or political frameworks accord or confer upon territories? In what manner could the idea of territory be part of such frameworks themselves? As is well known, in the history of international relations theory, the school of geopolitics provided a theory of territory - and became discredited as the ideology of an Imperial, colonialist and even fascist world politics. Since the end of the East-West conflict, a new, ostensibly critical, variant of geopolitics has gained in importance and territoriality has once again become a mode of framing international politics. Yet different ways of conceiving territory might either complement or negate other frameworks in international relations - including, but not limited to, human rights as an international regime, social justice and ecology as part and parcel of international politics today. Thus, one needs to clarify the effects that conceptions of territory might actually have in this regard. In addition, the question of how tradition in this case might or might not influence present thinking is both a vital and a complex one.
Political Order, Governance, and Territories
What are the relations, if indeed there are any, between political order and territory IN UKRAINE OR IN SYRIA OR IN THE FORMER EMPIRE ALSO KNOWN BY CENTER AFRICAN OR FORMELY KNOWN BY LYBIA IS THE SAME .....
Are specific political systems the outcome of specific territorialities?
Or do certain territorial arrangements actually reflect particular conceptions of political order? Political institutions are said to embody or, at least, are said to be founded on normative principles and (pre-existing) relations of power. Yet what about their spatial, territorial dimension?
While the possible relationships between political order, governance, and territories certainly elude the spatial divisions into "unitary" and "federal" political systems, their supposed underlying dynamics continue to inform present debates about a "world government" and a "European polity." Indeed, both the conception and the practice of "integration," at the global and/or European level, depends on coming to terms with the kinds of questions that the making and representation of territory within an institutional matrix raises.
IS EEC A TERRITORY? IS EEC A UNION
IS EEC THE UKRAINE LOST?
OR IS PARADISE LOST
I NEVER KNOW....
In the first place, territories are power supports, not only spaces of deployment and points of aid, but fashioned spaces: the fashioning of territories symbolises power.
But this fashioning is not always the same: it varies in function of the epochs, the forms of regime, and the types of powers.
The feudal power does not fashion the territories in the same manner as does the centralised state, the mercantile power does so differently than the industrial power.
Thus, there are no territories without power and for the most part, territories constitute the spaces of confrontation or competition between powers.
But is the reverse equally true?
Can one conceive of power without territory? YES THE BIG BANK CONCEPT
THE CORPORATION'S DON'T NEED TERRITORY TO HAVE POWER
The answer depends in fact on the nature of the connection running between power and territory. I
f it is a necessary and central relation, it is likely that all powers do not maintain this relation with the same intensity.
A power does not need to be implicated in the fashioning of a territory, a more or less tight control could suffice.
SEE TROIKA IN PORTUCALE 2011 - 2111.....
To what extent can one imagine a power without territory, without any mark of interest for some territory or other? GOLDMAN SACHS
THE FINANCIAL ORGANIZATION'S THAT COMMAND POLITICAL ONES
POLITICAL ECONOMY IS DOMINATED BY terrorist networks which neither claim, fashion, or control a specific territory and whose net-like form relies on a particular form of power, territory could well be very secondary but not as such absent.
The support or complicity of a territorial power appears a condition of their survival.U.S OF A
SAUDI ARABIA THE UNITED KINGDOM AND CHINA
IN HONG-KONG AND SHANGHAI BANKING CORPORATION
MICROSOFT AND BILL GATES WITH 55 BIG ONES TAX FREE
Does the approach towards power in terms of governance fundamentally modify the articulation between powers and territories?
The answer to this question seems to be affirmative to the extent that this approach leads one to insist on the plurality of this articulation.
In fact, numerous recently published studies characterise the relation between powers and territories in a contradictory manner: one speaks of "territorialisation," of "deterritorialisation," of "reterritorialisation."
All three terms could be simultaneously true. On the one hand, each of these processes could signify a basic articulation of territories or of different powers. On the other hand, in certain cases, they could be perceived as three phases of the same global process.
Thus, a study could first be carried out on the way in which different powers maintain a relation with territories through practices, through intentions, through discourses. What are the relations that different types of power maintain with territories and how do those territories, in turn, act upon those powers? What integrates territories into an action, a project, a politics, a rhetoric? In what way are territories also bearers of identity?
In a more operational manner, the two days of the international conference are organised around four sub-themes which represent the general theme of "Governance/-s, Power/-s, Territory/-ies: A Rearticulation of the Local and the Global?" As far as possible, the sub-themes should inspire both comparative (between cultural, civilization spheres, etc.) and diachronic studies which underline the historicistic nature of the links between governance/-s, power/-s and territory/-ies.
Territories and Identities
What might the inclusion of territory in the construction of individual, social, and political identities signify in our contemporary world?
For some time now, identity has been a key term in the study of international relations. The relations between identity and territory, however, have remained an afterthought. At best, territoriality has been considered a secondary feature in the construction of identity, if it has not simply been read as an expression of traditional, geo-political power politics. Yet individuals do not live in transit. Neither do groups of people nor political organizations. They all inhabit some place somewhere. In this sense, territory can be said to present an integral part of the construction of any identity. The effect that specific territories might have on identities and the specific relations between identity-markers such as religion, ethnicity, nationality, culture and their territory/-ies therefore should be carefully considered and analyzed.
Frameworks and Territories
What place do the different scholarly and/or political frameworks accord or confer upon territories? In what manner could the idea of territory be part of such frameworks themselves? As is well known, in the history of international relations theory, the school of geopolitics provided a theory of territory - and became discredited as the ideology of an Imperial, colonialist and even fascist world politics. Since the end of the East-West conflict, a new, ostensibly critical, variant of geopolitics has gained in importance and territoriality has once again become a mode of framing international politics. Yet different ways of conceiving territory might either complement or negate other frameworks in international relations - including, but not limited to, human rights as an international regime, social justice and ecology as part and parcel of international politics today. Thus, one needs to clarify the effects that conceptions of territory might actually have in this regard. In addition, the question of how tradition in this case might or might not influence present thinking is both a vital and a complex one.
Political Order, Governance, and Territories
What are the relations, if indeed there are any, between political order and territory IN UKRAINE OR IN SYRIA OR IN THE FORMER EMPIRE ALSO KNOWN BY CENTER AFRICAN OR FORMELY KNOWN BY LYBIA IS THE SAME .....
Are specific political systems the outcome of specific territorialities?
Or do certain territorial arrangements actually reflect particular conceptions of political order? Political institutions are said to embody or, at least, are said to be founded on normative principles and (pre-existing) relations of power. Yet what about their spatial, territorial dimension?
While the possible relationships between political order, governance, and territories certainly elude the spatial divisions into "unitary" and "federal" political systems, their supposed underlying dynamics continue to inform present debates about a "world government" and a "European polity." Indeed, both the conception and the practice of "integration," at the global and/or European level, depends on coming to terms with the kinds of questions that the making and representation of territory within an institutional matrix raises.
IS EEC A TERRITORY? IS EEC A UNION
IS EEC THE UKRAINE LOST?
OR IS PARADISE LOST
I NEVER KNOW....
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