quarta-feira, 4 de novembro de 2009

Canine Ramblings



Argus is like any dog, or at least appears to be. In the morning wake up with their owners and will take coffee, not on the table as he wanted. His beloved owner gives milk to take every morning, he thinks she thinks he's faced some calf. Hence the dog is looking at the coffee, bread and butter, and then find that should also sip of black coffee and well done, it smells far. But being a dog means as Argus already know not to take coffee. For him coffee with milk is no coffee, bread with butter and milk only. So are the early days for the dog.
The name for Argus is not so important, he thinks, even though his name was the name given to the powerful craft of Ulysses and his Argonauts, the grace of the king of early on Algeria. Facts which carry more than the sands of time, to Argus is only one name. The name of one of the friends of this canine is Atlas, not really the ramblings thinks the other should carry the world on the back like the old Titan.
After taking his wonderful desejum, arrives in time to walk with his owner. Preparations are made, the little harness is placed so that the dog is taken to investigate the representations of the shares it owns, because it has on hand to further harness and therefore must find that the commands, something that Argus reflects the contrary, if so it would command their destiny. That men should be led by the middle? Or must be controlled by entities that do not know? Congruences for the Argus does not matter, whatever it is to walk.
On your ride more ramblings. Little sees the world so big and so small for its inhabitants more hostile, that they can only create wars to try to assert themselves as superior beings to their own. Such nonsense should not and can not be made, reflects the canine by its peaceful specimen. All they think is urinating Argus peacefully and enjoy your time more freedom.
The dog at home sees as its drivers are irrational, ie can read newspaper to know what to talk about other people, or take what they say simply. Remember that the linguistic system of men is complex and often long-winded without even the need, leaving themselves confused about the messages they want and should be passed. Argus also in the midst of his disgust Weighs as much as the largest in the chain do they want and where they can go to get everything they want.
Sacred time has come for everyone, maybe not the dog that knows how it may be weak dogmatizing themselves through supra-divine does not exist. All your prayers are, of course you think the dog does not make them to be dogs, but not different from that begs to be agnostic or possibly dying of hunger.
In his hours of rest Argus stumbles more misshapen thoughts of your kind should have. I wonder why the powerful, big and fabulous beings have a control socio-philosophical-religious-propagating and is akin to them. Is it important to have guides for stocks? Or a way to order is not known and who wants to be known? The dog does not really understand these events and the needs of men, as they are.
Most importantly for the great little dog is the arrival of the night because it is at that time one eats and sleeps clear that this is more finds in their owners, greedy by nature. Argus lies down and relaxes his short day, which actually was mentally long to remember once again that dog can not think or at least not like it.


Written by Thiago

Summary about Bleach´s anime

The story opens with the sudden appearance of one of the Soul Reapers ( shinigami?, lit. "death god"), a military order who escorts the souls of the dead, named Rukia Kuchiki in teenager Ichigo Kurosaki's bedroom. She is surprised at his ability to see her, but their conversation is interrupted by the appearance of a "hollow", an evil spirit who was originally a human soul. After Rukia is severely wounded while trying to protect Ichigo, she attempts to transfer half of her reiatsu ( lit. "spirit pressure") to Ichigo in order to let him face the hollow on equal footing. Ichigo unintentionally absorbs almost all her energy, allowing him to defeat the hollow with ease. The next day Rukia appears in Ichigo's classroom as a seemingly normal human, and informs Ichigo that his absorption of her powers has left her stranded in the human world until she recovers her strength. In the meantime Ichigo shelters Rukia in his home and takes over her job as a Soul Reaper, battling hollows and guiding lost souls to the afterlife realm known as Soul Society ( Sōru Sosaeti?). After a few months of this arrangement, in the sixth volume of the series, Rukia's Soul Reaper superiors find out about her giving her powers away (which is illegal in Soul Society) and send a detachment to arrest her, and sentence her to death. Ichigo is unable to stop Rukia's capture, but with the help of several of his classmates who also possess spiritual abilities and ex-Soul Reaper Captain Kisuke Urahara, he sets off for the Soul Reaper base, located in Soul Society. Once there, Ichigo and company battle against the elites of the Soul Reaper military, and are ultimately successful in halting Rukia's execution. It is then revealed that Rukia's execution and Ichigo's rescue attempt were both manipulated by Sōsuke Aizen, a high ranking Soul Reaper previously believed to be murdered, as part of a far-reaching plot to take control of Soul Society. Aizen betrays his fellow Soul Reapers and allies himself with the strongest hollows, arrancar, becoming the main antagonist of the series, and Ichigo teams up with his former enemies in Soul Society after learning that the next step in Aizen's plan involves the destruction of his hometown. However, Ichigo goes with a few friends to the Hollow's world, Hueco Mundo ( Hueko Mundo), in order to rescue their friend Orihime Inoue who was kidnapped by Aizen in order to reduce the number of Soul Reapers defending Soul Society. At this point, Bleach chronicles the war between Aizen and the Soul Society, a plotline which has not yet been resolved. According to Tite Kubo, the ending of the series is not yet planned out or written.

Pound Cake Recipe

Preheat oven to 350 degrees (177 degrees C) and place rack in center of oven. Butter or spray with a pan spray, a 9 x 5 x 3 inch loaf pan. Line the bottom of the pan with parchment paper and butter or spray the paper.

In a large bowl, sift together twice, the flour, baking powder, and salt.

In the bowl of your electric mixer, or with a hand mixer, beat the butter until creamy and smooth. Gradually add the sugar, beating continuously on medium-high speed until light and fluffy (this will take about 5 minutes). Scrape down the sides of the bowl as needed. After about five minutes the batter should be light in color and fluffy in texture. Then add the eggs, one at a time, mixing well after each addition. Scrape down the sides of the bowl as needed. You will notice that the batter will look curdled. Don't worry as the batter will come together again after you add the flour mixture. Add the vanilla and lemon zest, if using, and beat until incorporated.

Add the flour mixture and mix just until incorporated. Pour the batter into the prepared pan and smooth the top.

Bake for about 50 to 60 minutes or until the cake is golden brown and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.

Remove the cake from the oven and place on a wire rack to cool for about 10 minutes. Remove the cake from the pan and cool completely. Serve warm or at room temperature

Will keep several days well wrapped or it can be frozen for a month.

Informal Letter


Hi Leo,
It's been a while since we wrote, so I thought I'd drop you a line to bring you up to date with what's been happening here.
I suppose the most important thing is that Jane's job is more secure than we thought. At the beginning of the year, when she got the job, we thought it might only be for one semester, but we just found that she has a permanent contract of sorts. Obviously this is great, as it means we can relax a little. I still don't have what I really want work wise, but it will happen soon. You have to stay positive, don't you?
My parents are both fine, and I think they are really happy that we've moved back. For us, it's great to be so close to family again, an extra sense of comfort and security. We see my sister quite often as she's in London, although we're not that bothered about going into the city.
So, what about you these days? Are you still stuck in that old job? Since I've been having so much trouble getting a job I understand your reluctance to change. There's nothing worse than filling in endless application forms, with no idea of what it will lead to.
Anyway, I've got another form to fill in so I'll love you and leave you.
Regards
John

Wasting love

Maybe one day I'll be an honest man
Up till now I'm doing the best I can
Long roads, long days, of sunrise, to sunset
Sunrise to sunset

Dream on brothers, while you can
Dream on sisters, I hope you find the one
All of our lives, covered up quickly
by the tides of time

Spend your days full of emptiness
Spend your years full of loneliness
Wasting love, in a desperate caress
Rolling shadows of nights

Dream on brothers, while you can
Dream on sisters, I hope you find the one
All of our lives, covered up quickly
By the tides of time

Sands are flowing and the lines
are in your hand
In your eyes I see the hunger, and the
desperate cry that tears the night

Spend your days full of emptiness
Spend your years full of loneliness
Wasting love, in a desperate caress
Rolling shadows of nights

After Solo

Spend your days full of emptiness
Spend your years full of loneliness
Wasting love, in a desperate caress
Rolling shadows of nights

Spend your days full of emptiness
Spend your years full of loneliness
Wasting love, in a desperate caress
Rolling shadows of nights

By: Bruce Dickinson

Brave New World

Dying Swans twisted wings
Beauty not needed here
Lost my love, lost my life
In this garden of fear
I have seen many things
In a lifetime alone
Mother love is no more
Bring this savage back home

Wilderness house of pain
Makes no sense of it all
Close this mind dull this brain
Messiah before his fall
What you see is not real
Those who know will not tell
All is lost sold your soul
To this brave new world

A brave new world
In a brave new world
A brave new world
In a brave new world

Dragon Kings Dying Queens
Where is salvation now
Lost my life, lost my dreams
Rip the bones from my flesh
Silent screams laughing here
Dying to tell you the truth
You are planned you are damned
In this brave new world

A brave new world
In a brave new world
A brave new world
In a brave new world

In a brave new world
a brave new world
In a brave new world
a brave new world

A brave new world
In a brave new world
A brave new world
In a brave new world

In a brave new world
a brave new world
In a brave new world
a brave new world

Dying Swans twisted wings
Bring this savage back home

By: Bruce Dickson

Barrier / Love





Nothing is as conflicted as the feeling of love
We never could live without such a huge furor
That does not stop, end or continues
Barrier dear, beloved, but only distorts


Can not forget what is precious to live
Nor can it be deleted with little daydreams
What gives meaning without giving
A life is perhaps little to feel such sweepstakes


Barrier and Love, one makes the other be as large
What can be mind-boggling thinking
Love the barrier is nothing more than compromise
In a candid and stick without permission


Love the bar who loves Barrier
Barrier loves the bar of Love
So the barrier is your love
And Love your master.





















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The form of double title determines and modifies intrinsic and extrinsic both to a single title for the two that are closely linked. Both can be a title as each one apart, thus driving the reading and interpretative analysis of this new bias.

War/ Love

With a quick glimpse of a life tends to change
Just as in a field of combat
Love does not take long to suffer any think
At any one is given the gift of fighting,
It is not there a better way to love.

One is not given to know the meaning of love,
However, it is because it is a reluctant war
What ever, when it starts, has a purpose that is burning
Tireless, endless, incongruous and strong for mismatch
He who embroiled in such a battle is filled with regret.

No War for those in love and salvation with
War that generates war garrida usually in vain
Unless the war is a simple proof of devotion
Because life can only be living in composition
With the feeling of love even if it is an act of volition.

For every day that you can breathe, every moment of life
That is nothing but a large War inappropriate
For a fruit of love constantly fury
Coming from a big war between a strong tenor,
Baritone that is not silent, but not mind

One day to come up against a chaos primarily
Frightening because it is only a small ingredient
In a macabre and dark place such as the War stubborn
Love overwhelming, devastating and forever
The sap of life that bears fruit continuously.

Human Life

Human life is on small traveling like Train. while traveling time we met deferent peoples sombody will come with as . somebody will get down when that designation come. somebody will miss his things . some persones will theaf the items . If anybody have seened that will puneshed on that time or after that. If we made any mistake we also get punshed sumetimes than that time our travelling will like very worest and we con't reach our destignation.
S. Sheik

Abstrac

This work tries to analyze the relation between normative grammar and Linguistics in Brazil, focusing on dictionaries and grammatical nomenclatures, since, as it is shown, such works have a fundamental role in the consolidation of the authorship ? as this concept is seen in the theory of Discourse Analysis. To do so, our main focus is Mattoso Câmara Jr., first Brazilian linguist. We also analyze works and concepts that are on the basis of the History of Linguistics in Brazil, wishing thereby to contribute to this field of research.

K-words: Portuguese language, Grammar, Historical , History and language , Authorship , Discourse analysis ,

By Lauro Jose Siqueira Baldini

sábado, 12 de setembro de 2009

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