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1<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638</id><updated>2016-01-04T06:34:25.282-08:00</updated><category term="Technology"/><category term="People"/><category term="Web Design"/><category term="Music"/><category term="Sports"/><category term="Fashion"/><category term="Foods"/><category term="Motion Design"/><category term="Video"/><category term="Gallery"/><category term="Nature"/><category term="Travel"/><category term="Phone"/><category term="Cars"/><category term="City"/><category term="Entertainment"/><category term="Graphic Design"/><category term="Movies"/><category term="Print Design"/><category term="Server"/><category term="Title"/><category term="Update"/><category term="Short"/><category term="Test"/><title type='text'>Sevida - Premium Responsive Blogger Template</title><subtitle type='html'>Sevida responsive news magazine premium blogger themes by MKRdezign, Support shortcodes, RTL, Widget by Labels, Emoticon, Google CSE and More</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default?alt=atom&max-results=500&redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>500</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-2049764772633335112</id><published>2014-12-27T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-10-17T18:06:20.532-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Graphic Design"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nature"/><title type='text'>Custom Title with Subtitle and Lock Content</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGyHKJ1Cmrc/VEl-xi0M85I/AAAAAAAAADA/HOJOmHySja8/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGyHKJ1Cmrc/VEl-xi0M85I/AAAAAAAAADA/HOJOmHySja8/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.<br />As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.<br /><a name='more'></a><br />"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"<br /><br />"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."<br /><br />"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."<br /><br />"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"<br />[lock]<br />Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO1dA7oyaTw/VXP1BFqWrjI/AAAAAAAAAig/WPMWui8byWs/s640/music_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO1dA7oyaTw/VXP1BFqWrjI/AAAAAAAAAig/WPMWui8byWs/s640/music_2.jpg" width="400" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzLZ33_mIhs/VEl_MwLwm-I/AAAAAAAAADI/uduqLWaTbik/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzLZ33_mIhs/VEl_MwLwm-I/AAAAAAAAADI/uduqLWaTbik/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" width="265" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eg1Fr8QTsbk/VXP11zzm7LI/AAAAAAAAAko/GXc8fMalots/s1600/cars_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eg1Fr8QTsbk/VXP11zzm7LI/AAAAAAAAAko/GXc8fMalots/s1600/cars_6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?"<br />[/lock]<br />And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.<br /><br />A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.<br /><br />"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"<br /><br />But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.<br /><br />"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!"<br /><h2><strike><i>Custom Title</i> with <span style="color: red;">Subtitle</span> and <span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: orange;">Lock Content</span></span></strike></h2><h3><strike>New Feature Subtitle Support</strike></h3><br />But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.<br /><br />Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.<br /><br />That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/2049764772633335112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/12/custom-title-with-subtitle-and-lock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2049764772633335112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2049764772633335112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/12/custom-title-with-subtitle-and-lock.html' title='Custom Title with Subtitle and Lock Content'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGyHKJ1Cmrc/VEl-xi0M85I/AAAAAAAAADA/HOJOmHySja8/s72-c/bg013-test1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-2837240668907492996</id><published>2014-11-20T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-10-17T18:04:44.004-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="City"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports"/><title type='text'>Sample Post with Pagination and Slide Featured Content </title><content type='html'><h3>Chapter 1</h3>The rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted, and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings.<br /><a name='more'></a><br />Nor was it his unwonted magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled, intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else. For, when swimming before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had several times been known to turn round suddenly, and, bearing down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their ship.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IEc-lmZH9X4/VXP0n-KrA6I/AAAAAAAAAho/PSFQNo6TdIc/s1600/foods_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Already several fatalities had attended his chase" border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IEc-lmZH9X4/VXP0n-KrA6I/AAAAAAAAAho/PSFQNo6TdIc/s1600/foods_2.jpg" title="Already several fatalities had attended his chase" width="200" /></a>Already several fatalities had attended his chase. But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent.<br /><br />Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 2</h3>His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning; to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue devil;—Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIMgbsu9Zfg/VXP0slYJg6I/AAAAAAAAAh4/uytH5Omnea4/s1600/foods_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment" border="0" height="125" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIMgbsu9Zfg/VXP0slYJg6I/AAAAAAAAAh4/uytH5Omnea4/s1600/foods_4.jpg" title="It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment" width="200" /></a>It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment. Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun'sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man's delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells, and he came forth from his dark den into the blessed light and air; even then, when he bore that firm, collected front, however pale, and issued his calm orders once again; and his mates thanked God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab's full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab's broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost his strength, Ahab, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 3</h3>At the period of our arrival at the Island, the heaviest storage of the Pequod had been almost completed; comprising her beef, bread, water, fuel, and iron hoops and staves. But, as before hinted, for some time there was a continual fetching and carrying on board of divers odds and ends of things, both large and small.<br /><br />Chief among those who did this fetching and carrying was Captain Bildad's sister, a lean old lady of a most determined and indefatigable spirit, but withal very kindhearted, who seemed resolved that, if SHE could help it, nothing should be found wanting in the Pequod, after once fairly getting to sea. At one time she would come on board with a jar of pickles for the steward's pantry; another time with a bunch of quills for the chief mate's desk, where he kept his log; a third time with a roll of flannel for the small of some one's rheumatic back. Never did any woman better deserve her name, which was Charity—Aunt Charity, as everybody called her. And like a sister of charity did this charitable Aunt Charity bustle about hither and thither, ready to turn her hand and heart to anything that promised to yield safety, comfort, and consolation to all on board a ship in which her beloved brother Bildad was concerned, and in which she herself owned a score or two of well-saved dollars.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1akCEaTDl3E/VXP1ym8xa0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/rG05rhUhafE/s1600/cars_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board" border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1akCEaTDl3E/VXP1ym8xa0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/rG05rhUhafE/s1600/cars_4.jpg" title="But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board" width="320" /></a>But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board, as she did the last day, with a long oil-ladle in one hand, and a still longer whaling lance in the other. Nor was Bildad himself nor Captain Peleg at all backward. As for Bildad, he carried about with him a long list of the articles needed, and at every fresh arrival, down went his mark opposite that article upon the paper. Every once in a while Peleg came hobbling out of his whalebone den, roaring at the men down the hatchways, roaring up to the riggers at the mast-head, and then concluded by roaring back into his wigwam.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 4</h3>In a few minutes there was, so far as the soldier could see, not a living thing left upon the common, and every bush and tree upon it that was not already a blackened skeleton was burning. The hussars had been on the road beyond the curvature of the ground, and he saw nothing of them. He heard the Martians rattle for a time and then become still. The giant saved Woking station and its cluster of houses until the last; then in a moment the Heat-Ray was brought to bear, and the town became a heap of fiery ruins. Then the Thing shut off the Heat-Ray, and turning its back upon the artilleryman, began to waddle away towards the smouldering pine woods that sheltered the second cylinder. As it did so a second glittering Titan built itself up out of the pit.<br /><br />The second monster followed the first, and at that the artilleryman began to crawl very cautiously across the hot heather ash towards Horsell. He managed to get alive into the ditch by the side of the road, and so escaped to Woking. There his story became ejaculatory. The place was impassable. It seems there were a few people alive there, frantic for the most part and many burned and scalded. He was turned aside by the fire, and hid among some almost scorching heaps of broken wall as one of the Martian giants returned. He saw this one pursue a man, catch him up in one of its steely tentacles, and knock his head against the trunk of a pine tree. At last, after nightfall, the artilleryman made a rush for it and got over the railway embankment.<br /><br />Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbipA2duGig/VXP1giYN-8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/BVlqtlZ2vvU/s1600/people_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="That was the story I got from him, bit by bit" border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbipA2duGig/VXP1giYN-8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/BVlqtlZ2vvU/s1600/people_4.jpg" title="That was the story I got from him, bit by bit" width="320" /></a>That was the story I got from him, bit by bit. He grew calmer telling me and trying to make me see the things he had seen. He had eaten no food since midday, he told me early in his narrative, and I found some mutton and bread in the pantry and brought it into the room. We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the Martians, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat. As he talked, things about us came darkly out of the darkness, and the trampled bushes and broken rose trees outside the window grew distinct. It would seem that a number of men or animals had rushed across the lawn. I began to see his face, blackened and haggard, as no doubt mine was also.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 5</h3><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3Hg05mxXyw/VXP0dmve52I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eU_gP-176T0/s1600/city_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged" border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3Hg05mxXyw/VXP0dmve52I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eU_gP-176T0/s1600/city_5.jpg" title="It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged" width="320" /></a>When we had finished eating we went softly upstairs to my study, and I looked again out of the open window. In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes. The fires had dwindled now. Where flames had been there were now streamers of smoke; but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees that the night had hidden stood out now gaunt and terrible in the pitiless light of dawn. Yet here and there some object had had the luck to escape--a white railway signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage. Never before in the history of warfare had destruction been so indiscriminate and so universal. And shining with the growing light of the east, three of the metallic giants stood about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they were surveying the desolation they had made.<br /><br />It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.<br /><br />Beyond were the pillars of fire about Chobham. They became pillars of bloodshot smoke at the first touch of day.<br /><br />As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs.<br /><br />The enormous broad tires of the chariots and the padded feet of the animals brought forth no sound from the moss-covered sea bottom; and so we moved in utter silence, like some huge phantasmagoria, except when the stillness was broken by the guttural growling of a goaded zitidar, or the squealing of fighting thoats. The green Martians converse but little, and then usually in monosyllables, low and like the faint rumbling of distant thunder. <br /><br />[img featured="1" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IEc-lmZH9X4/VXP0n-KrA6I/AAAAAAAAAho/PSFQNo6TdIc/s1600/foods_2.jpg"/]<br />[youtube featured="1" src="ELUn_L_a8aY"/]&nbsp; <br />[img featured="1" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-huGJamg5Nyg/VXP0kGBZFTI/AAAAAAAAAhg/YPVUFlp-SLE/s1600/city_4.jpg"/]<br />[img featured="1" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zaFtqW7ugn8/VExM1ynP14I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WrEwMNvHxYU/s1600/Night%2BCity%2BGlow%2BWallpapers%2B6.jpg"/]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/2837240668907492996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/11/sample-post-with-pagination-and-slide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2837240668907492996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2837240668907492996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/11/sample-post-with-pagination-and-slide.html' title='Sample Post with Pagination and Slide Featured Content '/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IEc-lmZH9X4/VXP0n-KrA6I/AAAAAAAAAho/PSFQNo6TdIc/s72-c/foods_2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-7711612005609711654</id><published>2014-03-18T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T22:21:02.093-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Server"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Technology"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Update"/><title type='text'>MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a rel="nofollow" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb8QyTidskI/VEl81-UN5BI/AAAAAAAAACc/amiAQEuY2hs/s1600/computers4-1074x483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop"><img alt="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb8QyTidskI/VEl81-UN5BI/AAAAAAAAACc/amiAQEuY2hs/s1600/computers4-1074x483.jpg" title="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop" /></a></div>My brother noticed a pale grey smoke or haze rising among the houses in front of them, and veiling the white facade of a terrace beyond the road that appeared between the backs of the villas. Mrs. Elphinstone suddenly cried out at a number of tongues of smoky red flame leaping up above the houses in front of them against the hot, blue sky. The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of waggons, and the staccato of hoofs. The lane came round sharply not fifty yards from the crossroads.<br /><br />"Good heavens!" cried Mrs. Elphinstone. "What is this you are driving us into?"<br />My brother stopped.<br /><br />For the main road was a boiling stream of people, a torrent of human beings rushing northward, one pressing on another. A great bank of dust, white and luminous in the blaze of the sun, made everything within twenty feet of the ground grey and indistinct and was perpetually renewed by the hurrying feet of a dense crowd of horses and of men and women on foot, and by the wheels of vehicles of every description.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Way!" my brother heard voices crying. "Make way!"</blockquote><br />It was like riding into the smoke of a fire to approach the meeting point of the lane and road; the crowd roared like a fire, and the dust was hot and pungent. And, indeed, a little way up the road a villa was burning and sending rolling masses of black smoke across the road to add to the confusion.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a rel="nofollow" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UM2n7LOMEZQ/VEl88OXlxbI/AAAAAAAAACk/rsCuphU5dCo/s1600/zendock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="It was like riding into the smoke"><img alt="It was like riding into the smoke" border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UM2n7LOMEZQ/VEl88OXlxbI/AAAAAAAAACk/rsCuphU5dCo/s1600/zendock.jpg" title="It was like riding into the smoke" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Macbook Accessories</td></tr></tbody></table>Two men came past them. Then a dirty woman, carrying a heavy bundle and weeping. A lost retriever dog, with hanging tongue, circled dubiously round them, scared and wretched, and fled at my brother's threat.<br /><br />So much as they could see of the road Londonward between the houses to the right was a tumultuous stream of dirty, hurrying people, pent in between the villas on either side; the black heads, the crowded forms, grew into distinctness as they rushed towards the corner, hurried past, and merged their individuality again in a receding multitude that was swallowed up at last in a cloud of dust.<br />"Go on! Go on!" cried the voices. "Way! Way!"<br /><br />One man's hands pressed on the back of another. My brother stood at the pony's head. Irresistibly attracted, he advanced slowly, pace by pace, down the lane.<br /><br />"To think of it! I've seen this beach alive with men, women, and <strong>children on a pleasant Sunday</strong>. And there weren't any bears to eat them up, either. And right up there on the cliff was a big restaurant where you could get anything you wanted to eat. Four million people lived in San Francisco then. And now, in the whole city and county there aren't forty all told. And out there on the sea were ships and ships always to be seen, going in for the Golden Gate or coming out. And airships in the air—dirigibles and flying machines. They could travel two hundred miles an hour. The mail contracts with the New York and San Francisco Limited demanded that for the minimum. There was a chap, a Frenchman, I forget his name, who succeeded in making three hundred; but the thing was risky, too risky for conservative persons. But he was on the right clew, and he would have managed it if it hadn't been for the Great Plague. When I was a boy, there were men alive who remembered the coming of the first aeroplanes, and now I have lived to see the last of them, and that sixty years ago."<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a rel="nofollow" title="I have lived to see the last of them" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTtmAtt3fm4/VEl9nWYb6SI/AAAAAAAAACs/dIYxuqQt-aA/s1600/Macbook-Air-Gaming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img title="I have lived to see the last of them" alt="I have lived to see the last of them" border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTtmAtt3fm4/VEl9nWYb6SI/AAAAAAAAACs/dIYxuqQt-aA/s1600/Macbook-Air-Gaming.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Macbook Gaming</td></tr></tbody></table>The old man babbled on, unheeded by the boys, who were long accustomed to his garrulousness, and whose vocabularies, besides, lacked the greater portion of the words he used. It was noticeable that in these rambling soliloquies his English seemed to recrudesce into better construction and phraseology. But when he talked directly with the boys it lapsed, largely, into their own uncouth and simpler forms.<br /><br />"But there weren't many crabs in those days," the old man wandered on. "They were fished out, and they were great delicacies. The open season was only a month long, too. And now crabs are accessible the whole year around. Think of it—catching all the crabs you want, any time you want, in the surf of the Cliff House beach!"<br /><br />A sudden commotion among the goats brought the boys to their feet. The dogs about the fire rushed to join their snarling fellow who guarded the goats, while the goats themselves stampeded in the direction of their human protectors. A half dozen forms, lean and gray, glided about on the sand hillocks and faced the bristling dogs. Edwin arched an arrow that fell short. But Hare-Lip, with a sling such as David carried into battle against Goliath, hurled a stone through the air that whistled from the speed of its flight. It fell squarely among the wolves and caused them to slink away toward the dark depths of the eucalyptus forest.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/7711612005609711654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/03/macbook-charging-peacefully-beside-my.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/7711612005609711654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/7711612005609711654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/03/macbook-charging-peacefully-beside-my.html' title='MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb8QyTidskI/VEl81-UN5BI/AAAAAAAAACc/amiAQEuY2hs/s72-c/computers4-1074x483.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-669251386891078850</id><published>2014-03-15T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T22:21:15.350-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="City"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type='text'>Night city and bridge best photography</title><content type='html'><blockquote>It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.</blockquote>In a few minutes there was, so far as the soldier could see, not a living thing left upon the common, and every bush and tree upon it that was not already a blackened skeleton was burning. The hussars had been on the road beyond the curvature of the ground, and he saw nothing of them. He heard the Martians rattle for a time and then become still. The giant saved Woking station and its cluster of houses until the last; then in a moment the Heat-Ray was brought to bear, and the town became a heap of fiery ruins. Then the Thing shut off the Heat-Ray, and turning its back upon the artilleryman, began to waddle away towards the smouldering pine woods that sheltered the second cylinder. As it did so a second glittering Titan built itself up out of the pit.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a rel="nofollow" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3Hg05mxXyw/VXP0dmve52I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eU_gP-176T0/s320/city_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Night city and bridge best photography"><img alt="Night city and bridge best photography" border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3Hg05mxXyw/VXP0dmve52I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eU_gP-176T0/s720/city_5.jpg" title="Night city and bridge best photography" width="720" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Night City</td></tr></tbody></table>The second monster followed the first, and at that the artilleryman began to crawl very cautiously across the hot heather ash towards Horsell. He managed to get alive into the ditch by the side of the road, and so escaped to Woking. There his story became ejaculatory. The place was impassable. It seems there were a few people alive there, frantic for the most part and many burned and scalded. He was turned aside by the fire, and hid among some almost scorching heaps of broken wall as one of the Martian giants returned. He saw this one pursue a man, catch him up in one of its steely tentacles, and knock his head against the trunk of a pine tree. At last, after nightfall, the artilleryman made a rush for it and got over the railway embankment.<br /><br />Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.<br /><br />That was the story I got from him, bit by bit. He grew calmer telling me and trying to make me see the things he had seen. He had eaten no food since midday, he told me early in his narrative, and I found some mutton and bread in the pantry and brought it into the room. We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the Martians, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat. As he talked, things about us came darkly out of the darkness, and the trampled bushes and broken rose trees outside the window grew distinct. It would seem that a number of men or animals had rushed across the lawn. I began to see his face, blackened and haggard, as no doubt mine was also.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a rel="nofollow" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehBV7_0MAq4/VExNCzcjiRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jC8nuANjTdE/s1600/City-Bridge-Night-Wallpaper-Photos-71239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury"><img alt="Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury" border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehBV7_0MAq4/VExNCzcjiRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jC8nuANjTdE/s1600/City-Bridge-Night-Wallpaper-Photos-71239.jpg" title="Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury" width="320" /></a></div>When we had finished eating we went softly upstairs to my study, and I looked again out of the open window. In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes. The fires had dwindled now. Where flames had been there were now streamers of smoke; but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees that the night had hidden stood out now gaunt and terrible in the pitiless light of dawn. Yet here and there some object had had the luck to escape--a white railway signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage. Never before in the history of warfare had destruction been so indiscriminate and so universal. And shining with the growing light of the east, three of the metallic giants stood about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they were surveying the desolation they had made.<br /><br /><br />Beyond were the pillars of fire about Chobham. They became pillars of bloodshot smoke at the first touch of day.<br /><br />As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs.<br /><br />The enormous broad tires of the chariots and the padded feet of the animals brought forth no sound from the moss-covered sea bottom; and so we moved in utter silence, like some huge phantasmagoria, except when the stillness was broken by the guttural growling of a goaded zitidar, or the squealing of fighting thoats. The green Martians converse but little, and then usually in monosyllables, low and like the faint rumbling of distant thunder.<br /><br />We traversed a trackless waste of moss which, bending to the pressure of broad tire or padded foot, rose up again behind us, leaving no sign that we had passed. We might indeed have been the wraiths of the departed dead upon the dead sea of that dying planet for all the sound or sign we made in passing. It was the first march of a large body of men and animals I had ever witnessed which raised no dust and left no spoor; for there is no dust upon Mars except in the cultivated districts during the winter months, and even then the absence of high winds renders it almost unnoticeable.<br /><br />We camped that night at the foot of the hills we had been approaching for two days and which marked the southern boundary of this particular sea. Our animals had been two days without drink, nor had they had water for nearly two months, not since shortly after leaving Thark; but, as Tars Tarkas explained to me, they require but little and can live almost indefinitely upon the moss which covers Barsoom, and which, he told me, holds in its tiny stems sufficient moisture to meet the limited demands of the animals.<br /><br />After partaking of my evening meal of cheese-like food and vegetable milk I sought out Sola, whom I found working by the light of a torch upon some of Tars Tarkas' trappings.[right-post] She looked up at my approach, her face lighting with pleasure and with welcome.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/669251386891078850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/03/night-city-and-bridge-best-photography.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/669251386891078850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/669251386891078850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/03/night-city-and-bridge-best-photography.html' title='Night city and bridge best photography'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3Hg05mxXyw/VXP0dmve52I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eU_gP-176T0/s72-c/city_5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-8315370294444783783</id><published>2014-03-10T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T22:21:33.249-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gallery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motion Design"/><title type='text'>Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors</title><content type='html'><a rel="nofollow" title="Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tBm5tLGSy6I/VXP132VP7oI/AAAAAAAAAk0/aLgTkLEpRe0/s1600/cars_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img title="Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors" alt="Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tBm5tLGSy6I/VXP132VP7oI/AAAAAAAAAk0/aLgTkLEpRe0/s800/cars_7.jpg" /></a><br/><br/>This midnight-spout had almost grown a forgotten thing, when, some days after, lo! at the same silent hour, it was again announced: again it was descried by all; but upon making sail to overtake it, once more it disappeared as if it had never been. And so it served us night after night, till no one heeded it but to wonder at it. Mysteriously jetted into the clear moonlight, or starlight, as the case might be; disappearing again for one whole day, or two days, or three; and somehow seeming at every distinct repetition to be advancing still further and further in our van, this solitary jet seemed for ever alluring us on.<br /><br />Nor with the immemorial superstition of their race, and in accordance with the preternaturalness, as it seemed, which in many things invested the Pequod, were there wanting some of the seamen who swore that whenever and wherever descried; at however remote times, or in however far apart latitudes and longitudes, that unnearable spout was cast by one self-same whale; and that whale, Moby Dick. For a time, there reigned, too, a sense of peculiar dread at this flitting apparition, as if it were treacherously beckoning us on and on, in order that the monster might turn round upon us, and rend us at last in the remotest and most savage seas.<br /><br />These temporary apprehensions, so vague but so awful, derived a wondrous potency from the contrasting serenity of the weather, in which, beneath all its blue blandness, some thought there lurked a devilish charm, as for days and days we voyaged along, through seas so wearily, lonesomely mild, that all space, in repugnance to our vengeful errand, seemed vacating itself of life before our urn-like prow.<br /><br />[gallery] [img alt="fashion" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5OiJavVEgk/VFF_D305hPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_iWAJVQa-0o/s300/fashion4-700x357.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Wedding" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WxlI4gPJRfk/VFF6nofrqxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/grSJJlrIl8I/s300/blog-511-700x466.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Interior" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7m6k4gy-24/VFGAtcFaoXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PQDDRJzLOOs/s300/4878276416_647837094f_b-702x336.jpg"][/img] [img alt="flower" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-lc4pTIgas/VFF9jHlwAII/AAAAAAAAAHE/7x3MDENYirU/s300/cape-cod-wedding-pink-hydreanga-aisle-runners-700x458.jpg"][/img] [img alt="other fashion" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EoG-tkaCmNE/VFF7pz4aqyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5OpqAjt-Qqs/s300/fashion3-326x235.jpg"][/img] [img alt="cars" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k4FK8jvy6yg/VFF8EBs1RFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ceWJHCSKOLI/s300/Bmw-I8-Concept-Spyder-HD-Wallpaper-1080p.jpg"][/img] [/gallery] But, at last, when turning to the eastward, the Cape winds began howling around us, and we rose and fell upon the long, troubled seas that are there; when the ivory-tusked Pequod sharply bowed to the blast, and gored the dark waves in her madness, till, like showers of silver chips, the foam-flakes flew over her bulwarks; then all this desolate vacuity of life went away, but gave place to sights more dismal than before.<br /><br />Close to our bows, strange forms in the water darted hither and thither before us; while thick in our rear flew the inscrutable sea-ravens. And every morning, perched on our stays, rows of these birds were seen; and spite of our hootings, for a long time obstinately clung to the hemp, as though they deemed our ship some drifting, uninhabited craft; a thing appointed to desolation, and therefore fit roosting-place for their homeless selves. And heaved and heaved, still unrestingly heaved the black sea, as if its vast tides were a conscience; and the great mundane soul were in anguish and remorse for the long sin and suffering it had bred.<br /><br />Cape of Good Hope, do they call ye? Rather Cape Tormentoto, as called of yore; for long allured by the perfidious silences that before had attended us, we found ourselves launched into this tormented sea, where guilty beings transformed into those fowls and these fish, seemed condemned to swim on everlastingly without any haven in store, or beat that black air without any horizon. But calm, snow-white, and unvarying; still directing its fountain of feathers to the sky; still beckoning us on from before, the solitary jet would at times be descried.<br /><br />During all this blackness of the elements, Ahab, though assuming for the time the almost continual command of the drenched and dangerous deck, manifested the gloomiest reserve; and more seldom than ever addressed his mates. In tempestuous times like these, after everything above and aloft has been secured, nothing more can be done but passively to await the issue of the gale. Then Captain and crew become practical fatalists. So, with his ivory leg inserted into its accustomed hole, and with one hand firmly grasping a shroud, Ahab for hours and hours would stand gazing dead to windward, while an occasional squall of sleet or snow would all but congeal his very eyelashes together. Meantime, the crew driven from the forward part of the ship by the perilous seas that burstingly broke over its bows, stood in a line along the bulwarks in the waist; and the better to guard against the leaping waves, each man had slipped himself into a sort of bowline secured to the rail, in which he swung as in a loosened belt. Few or no words were spoken; and the silent ship, as if manned by painted sailors in wax, day after day tore on through all the swift madness and gladness of the demoniac waves. By night the same muteness of humanity before the shrieks of the ocean prevailed; still in silence the men swung in the bowlines; still wordless Ahab stood up to the blast. Even when wearied nature seemed demanding repose he would not seek that repose in his hammock. Never could Starbuck forget the old man's aspect, when one night going down into the cabin to mark how the barometer stood, he saw him with closed eyes sitting straight in his floor-screwed chair; the rain and half-melted sleet of the storm from which he had some time before emerged, still slowly dripping from the unremoved hat and coat. On the table beside him lay unrolled one of those charts of tides and currents which have previously been spoken of. His lantern swung from his tightly clenched hand. Though the body was erect, the head was thrown back so that the closed eyes were pointed towards the needle of the tell-tale that swung from a beam in the ceiling.* [right-side]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/8315370294444783783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/03/doubt-can-eat-away-at-best-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/8315370294444783783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/8315370294444783783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/03/doubt-can-eat-away-at-best-of.html' title='Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tBm5tLGSy6I/VXP132VP7oI/AAAAAAAAAk0/aLgTkLEpRe0/s72-c/cars_7.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-8483280316233056935</id><published>2014-03-09T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T22:21:50.268-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cars"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Technology"/><title type='text'>BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a rel="nofollow" title="BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sjc7iahshS4/VXP1zo02e7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/XnBb_teKoPc/s1600/cars_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling" alt="BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sjc7iahshS4/VXP1zo02e7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/XnBb_teKoPc/s1600/cars_5.jpg" height="224" width="720" /></a></div><br />During the first days, they went along smoothly enough. The sea was not very unpropitious, the wind seemed stationary in the north-east, the sails were hoisted, and the Henrietta ploughed across the waves like a real trans-Atlantic steamer.<br /><br />Passepartout was delighted. His master's last exploit, the consequences of which he ignored, enchanted him. Never had the crew seen so jolly and dexterous a fellow. He formed warm friendships with the sailors, and amazed them with his acrobatic feats. He thought they managed the vessel like gentlemen, and that the stokers fired up like heroes. His loquacious good-humour infected everyone. He had forgotten the past, its vexations and delays. He only thought of the end, so nearly accomplished; and sometimes he boiled over with impatience, as if heated by the furnaces of the Henrietta. Often, also, the worthy fellow revolved around Fix, looking at him with a keen, distrustful eye; but he did not speak to him, for their old intimacy no longer existed.<br /><br />Fix, it must be confessed, understood nothing of what was going on. The conquest of the Henrietta, the bribery of the crew, Fogg managing the boat like a skilled seaman, amazed and confused him. He did not know what to think. For, after all, a man who began by stealing fifty-five thousand pounds might end by stealing a vessel; and Fix was not unnaturally inclined to conclude that the Henrietta under Fogg's command, was not going to Liverpool at all, but to some part of the world where the robber, turned into a pirate, would quietly put himself in safety. The conjecture was at least a plausible one, and the detective began to seriously regret that he had embarked on the affair.<br />As for Captain Speedy, he continued to howl and growl in his cabin; and Passepartout, whose duty it was to carry him his meals, courageous as he was, took the greatest precautions. Mr. Fogg did not seem even to know that there was a captain on board.<br /><br />On the 13th they passed the edge of the Banks of Newfoundland, a dangerous locality; during the winter, especially, there are frequent fogs and heavy gales of wind. Ever since the evening before the barometer, suddenly falling, had indicated an approaching change in the atmosphere; and during the night the temperature varied, the cold became sharper, and the wind veered to the south-east.<br />This was a misfortune. Mr. Fogg, in order not to deviate from his course, furled his sails and increased the force of the steam; but the vessel's speed slackened, owing to the state of the sea, the long waves of which broke against the stern. She pitched violently, and this retarded her progress. The breeze little by little swelled into a tempest, and it was to be feared that the Henrietta might not be able to maintain herself upright on the waves.<br /><br />Passepartout's visage darkened with the skies, and for two days the poor fellow experienced constant fright. But Phileas Fogg was a bold mariner, and knew how to maintain headway against the sea; and he kept on his course, without even decreasing his steam. The Henrietta, when she could not rise upon the waves, crossed them, swamping her deck, but passing safely. Sometimes the screw rose out of the water, beating its protruding end, when a mountain of water raised the stern above the waves; but the craft always kept straight ahead.<br /><br /><blockquote>"You're a queer un, Granser, talking about things you can't see. If you can't see 'em, how do you know they are? That's what I want to know. How do you know anything you can't see?"</blockquote>The wind, however, did not grow as boisterous as might have been feared; it was not one of those tempests which burst, and rush on with a speed of ninety miles an hour. It continued fresh, but, unhappily, it remained obstinately in the south-east, rendering the sails useless.<br /><br />The 16th of December was the seventy-fifth day since Phileas Fogg's departure from London, and the Henrietta had not yet been seriously delayed. Half of the voyage was almost accomplished, and the worst localities had been passed. In summer, success would have been well-nigh certain. In winter, they were at the mercy of the bad season. Passepartout said nothing; but he cherished hope in secret, and comforted himself with the reflection that, if the wind failed them, they might still count on the steam.<br /><br />On this day the engineer came on deck, went up to Mr. Fogg, and began to speak earnestly with him. Without knowing why it was a presentiment, perhaps Passepartout became vaguely uneasy. He would have given one of his ears to hear with the other what the engineer was saying. He finally managed to catch a few words, and was sure he heard his master say, "You are certain of what you tell me?"</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/8483280316233056935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/03/bmw-new-hybrid-supercar-is-thrilling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/8483280316233056935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/8483280316233056935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/03/bmw-new-hybrid-supercar-is-thrilling.html' title='BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sjc7iahshS4/VXP1zo02e7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/XnBb_teKoPc/s72-c/cars_5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-6942660167048158443</id><published>2014-03-08T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T22:22:08.434-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Foods"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="People"/><title type='text'>Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a rel="nofollow" title="Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n6MGhyYsaRY/VE2w3Ynu2-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3vyw3IAgl_M/s1600/11364791146_19b6fe5b92_k-702x336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy" alt="Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n6MGhyYsaRY/VE2w3Ynu2-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3vyw3IAgl_M/s1600/11364791146_19b6fe5b92_k-702x336.jpg" height="306" width="640" /></a></div><br />"In spite of all these diseases, and of all the new ones that continued to arise, there were more and more men in the world. This was because it was easy to get food. The easier it was to get food, the more men there were; the more men there were, the more thickly were they packed together on the earth; and the more thickly they were packed, the more new kinds of germs became diseases. There were warnings. Soldervetzsky, as early as 1929, told the bacteriologists that they had no guaranty against some new disease, a thousand times more deadly than any they knew, arising and killing by the hundreds of millions and even by the billion. You see, the micro-organic world remained a mystery to the end. They knew there was such a world, and that from time to time armies of new germs emerged from it to kill men.<br /><br />"And that was all they knew about it. For all they knew, in that invisible micro-organic world there might be as many different kinds of germs as there are grains of sand on this beach. And also, in that same invisible world it might well be that new kinds of germs came to be. It might be there that life originated—the 'abysmal fecundity,' Soldervetzsky called it, applying the words of other men who had written before him...."<br /><br />It was at this point that Hare-Lip rose to his feet, an expression of huge contempt on his face.<br />"Granser," he announced, "you make me sick with your gabble. Why don't you tell about the Red Death? If you ain't going to, say so, an' we'll start back for camp."<br /><br />The old man looked at him and silently began to cry. The weak tears of age rolled down his cheeks and all the feebleness of his eighty-seven years showed in his grief-stricken countenance.<br /><br />"Sit down," Edwin counselled soothingly. "Granser's all right. He's just gettin' to the Scarlet Death, ain't you, Granser? He's just goin' to tell us about it right now. Sit down, Hare-Lip. Go ahead, Granser."<br /><br />The old man wiped the tears away on his grimy knuckles and took up the tale in a tremulous, piping voice that soon strengthened as he got the swing of the narrative.<br /><br />"It was in the summer of 2013 that the Plague came. I was twenty-seven years old, and well do I remember it. Wireless despatches—"<br />Hare-Lip spat loudly his disgust, and Granser hastened to make amends.<br /><br />"We talked through the air in those days, thousands and thousands of miles. And the word came of a strange disease that had broken out in New York. There were seventeen millions of people living then in that noblest city of America. Nobody thought anything about the news. It was only a small thing. There had been only a few deaths. It seemed, though, that they had died very quickly, and that one of the first signs of the disease was the turning red of the face and all the body. Within twenty-four hours came the report of the first case in Chicago. And on the same day, it was made public that London, the greatest city in the world, next to Chicago, had been secretly fighting the plague for two weeks and censoring the news despatches—that is, not permitting the word to go forth to the rest of the world that London had the plague. 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I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.<br /><br />As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.<br /><br />"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"<br /><br />"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."<br /><br />"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."<br /><br />"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"<br /><br />Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.<br /><br /><blockquote>"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?"</blockquote><br />And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a rel="nofollow" 1em="" am="" auto="" dor="" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGyHKJ1Cmrc/VEl-xi0M85I/AAAAAAAAADA/HOJOmHySja8/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" i="" imageanchor="1" left="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" not="" of="" style="clear: title=;"><img alt="I am not of Dor" border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGyHKJ1Cmrc/VEl-xi0M85I/AAAAAAAAADA/HOJOmHySja8/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" title="I am not of Dor" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great Headseat</td></tr></tbody></table>A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.<br /><br />"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"<br /><br />But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a rel="nofollow" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzLZ33_mIhs/VEl_MwLwm-I/AAAAAAAAADI/uduqLWaTbik/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title="Where is this Virginia"><img alt="Where is this Virginia" border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzLZ33_mIhs/VEl_MwLwm-I/AAAAAAAAADI/uduqLWaTbik/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" title="Where is this Virginia" width="212" /></a></div>"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!"<br />But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.<br /><br /><i>Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.</i><br /><br />That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.<br /><br /><ul><li>But, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered</li><li> And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king</li><li> Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable</li><li> Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to retrace my steps from the plain of Phutra</li><li> But my troubles came when I entered the canyon beyond the summit, for here I found that several of them centered at the point where I crossed the divide, and which one I had traversed to reach the pass I could not for the life of me remember</li></ul>But, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered. And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king. Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable. Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to.<br /><br /><ol><li>"Alas! In my hurry—I—I forgot—" "What?" "To turn off the gas in my room!" "Very well, young man," returned Mr</li><li> Fogg, coolly; "it will burn—at your expense</li><li>" Phileas Fogg rightly suspected that his departure from London would create a lively sensation at the West End</li><li> The news of the bet spread through the Reform Club, and afforded an exciting topic of conversation to its members</li><li> From the club it soon got into the papers throughout England</li><li> The boasted "tour of the world" was talked about, disputed, argued with as much warmth as if the subject were another Alabama claim</li></ol><h2>We were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one</h2>We were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one of the warriors, bearing arms, accouterments and ornaments, and in a flash one of her questions was answered and a puzzle cleared up for me. I saw that the body of my dead antagonist had been stripped, and I read in the menacing yet respectful attitude of the warrior who had brought me these trophies of the kill the same demeanor as that evinced by the other who had brought me my original equipment, and now for the first time I realized that my blow, on the occasion of my first battle in the audience chamber had resulted in the death of my adversary.<br /><br /><h2>"Aye, I see!—wanted to part it; free the fast-fish—an old trick—I know him."</h2>"There are almost as many conjectures as to that as there are geologists," was his answer. "One estimates it thirty miles, because the internal heat, increasing at the rate of about one degree to each sixty to seventy feet depth, would be sufficient to fuse the most refractory substances at that distance beneath the surface. Another finds that the phenomena of precession and nutation require that the earth, if not entirely solid, must at least have a shell not less than eight hundred to a thousand miles in thickness. So there you are.<br /><br /><h3>The old man looked at me for a long time before he spoke. </h3>At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves. They had long legs and fierce eyes and sharp teeth.<br /><br />"Go to those people," said the Witch, "and tear them to pieces."<br /><br /><h4>"Who are you, Zodangan?" she whispered. "Another enemy to harass me in my misery?"</h4>The old man accelerated his pace, sniffing eagerly as he neared the fire.<br />"Mussels!" he muttered ecstatically. "Mussels! And ain't that a crab, Hoo-Hoo? Ain't that a crab? My, my, you boys are good to your old grandsire."<br /><br />Hoo-Hoo, who was apparently of the same age as Edwin, grinned.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"All you want, Granser. I got four."</blockquote><h5>They ordered two bottles of port, to which the Frenchman did ample justice, whilst Fix observed him with close attention. </h5>I had observed on the two occasions when I had seen her that the prisoner exchanged words with her guards, and this convinced me that they spoke, or at least could make themselves understood by a common language. With this added incentive I nearly drove Sola distracted by my importunities to hasten on my education and within a few more days I had mastered the Martian tongue sufficiently well to enable me to carry on a passable conversation and to fully understand practically all that I heard.<br /><br />At this time our sleeping quarters were occupied by three or four females and a couple of the recently hatched young, beside Sola and her youthful ward, myself, and Woola the hound. After they had retired for the night it was customary for the adults to carry on a desultory conversation for a short time before lapsing into sleep, and now that I could understand their language I was always a keen listener, although I never proffered any remarks myself.<br /><br />On the night following the prisoner's visit to the audience chamber the conversation finally fell upon this subject, and I was all ears on the instant. I had feared to question Sola relative to the beautiful captive, as I could not but recall the strange expression I had noted upon her face after my first encounter with the prisoner. That it denoted jealousy I could not say, and yet, judging all things by mundane standards as I still did, I felt it safer to affect indifference in the matter until I learned more surely Sola's attitude toward the object of my solicitude.<br /><br />Sarkoja, one of the older women who shared our domicile, had been present at the audience as one of the captive's guards, and it was toward her the question turned.<br /><h6>At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves.</h6>Flutter, flutter, went the flag, first to the right, then to the left. It was too far for me to recognise anyone there, but afterwards I learned that Ogilvy, Stent, and Henderson were with others in this attempt at communication. This little group had in its advance dragged inward, so to speak, the circumference of the now almost complete circle of people, and a number of dim black figures followed it at discreet distances.<br /><br />Suddenly there was a flash of light, and a quantity of luminous greenish smoke came out of the pit in three distinct puffs, which drove up, one after the other, straight into the still air.<br /><br />This smoke (or flame, perhaps, would be the better word for it) was so bright that the deep blue sky overhead and the hazy stretches of brown common towards Chertsey, set with black pine trees, seemed to darken abruptly as these puffs arose, and to remain the darker after their dispersal. At the same time a faint hissing sound became audible.[left-post]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/8271268827941334999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/03/siw82-passive-inwall-subwoofer-speaker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/8271268827941334999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/8271268827941334999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/03/siw82-passive-inwall-subwoofer-speaker.html' title='Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eg1Fr8QTsbk/VXP11zzm7LI/AAAAAAAAAko/GXc8fMalots/s72-c/cars_6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-1582307964770162377</id><published>2014-02-28T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.047-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="People"/><title type='text'>What’s in your bag, PR Girl?</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="What’s in your bag, PR Girl?" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbipA2duGig/VXP1giYN-8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/BVlqtlZ2vvU/s1600/people_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="What’s in your bag, PR Girl?" alt="What’s in your bag, PR Girl?" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbipA2duGig/VXP1giYN-8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/BVlqtlZ2vvU/s1600/people_4.jpg" height="438" width="720" /></a></div>Slowly she drifted to the southeast, rising higher and higher as the flames ate away her wooden parts and diminished the weight upon her. Ascending to the roof of the building I watched her for hours, until finally she was lost in the dim vistas of the distance. The sight was awe-inspiring in the extreme as one contemplated this mighty floating funeral pyre, drifting unguided and unmanned through the lonely wastes of the Martian heavens; a derelict of death and destruction, typifying the life story of these strange and ferocious creatures into whose unfriendly hands fate had carried it.<br /><br />Much depressed, and, to me, unaccountably so, I slowly descended to the street. The scene I had witnessed seemed to mark the defeat and annihilation of the forces of a kindred people, rather than the routing by our green warriors of a horde of similar, though unfriendly, creatures. I could not fathom the seeming hallucination, nor could I free myself from it; but somewhere in the innermost recesses of my soul I felt a strange yearning toward these unknown foemen, and a mighty hope surged through me that the fleet would return and demand a reckoning from the green warriors who had so ruthlessly and wantonly attacked it.<br /><br />Close at my heel, in his now accustomed place, followed Woola, the hound, and as I emerged upon the street Sola rushed up to me as though I had been the object of some search on her part. The cavalcade was returning to the plaza, the homeward march having been given up for that day; nor, in fact, was it recommenced for more than a week, owing to the fear of a return attack by the air craft.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">Lorquas Ptomel was too astute an old warrior to be caught upon the open plains with a caravan of chariots and children, and so we remained at the deserted city until the danger seemed passed.</blockquote><br />As Sola and I entered the plaza a sight met my eyes which filled my whole being with a great surge of mingled hope, fear, exultation, and depression, and yet most dominant was a subtle sense of relief and happiness; for just as we neared the throng of Martians I caught a glimpse of the prisoner from the battle craft who was being roughly dragged into a nearby building by a couple of green Martian females.<br /><br />And the sight which met my eyes was that of a slender, girlish figure, similar in every detail to the earthly women of my past life. She did not see me at first, but just as she was disappearing through the portal of the building which was to be her prison she turned, and her eyes met mine. Her face was oval and beautiful in the extreme, her every feature was finely chiseled and exquisite, her eyes large and lustrous and her head surmounted by a mass of coal black, waving hair, caught loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure. Her skin was of a light reddish copper color, against which the crimson glow of her cheeks and the ruby of her beautifully molded lips shone with a strangely enhancing effect.<br /><br />She was as destitute of clothes as the green Martians who accompanied her; indeed, save for her highly wrought ornaments she was entirely naked, nor could any apparel have enhanced the beauty of her perfect and symmetrical figure.<br /><br />As her gaze rested on me her eyes opened wide in astonishment, and she made a little sign with her free hand; a sign which I did not, of course, understand. Just a moment we gazed upon each other, and then the look of hope and renewed courage which had glorified her face as she discovered me, faded into one of utter dejection, mingled with loathing and contempt. I realized I had not answered her signal, and ignorant as I was of Martian customs, I intuitively felt that she had made an appeal for succor and protection which my unfortunate ignorance had prevented me from answering. And then she was dragged out of my sight into the depths of the deserted edifice.<br /><br />As I came back to myself I glanced at Sola, who had witnessed this encounter and I was surprised to note a strange expression upon her usually expressionless countenance. What her thoughts were I did not know, for as yet I had learned but little of the Martian tongue; enough only to suffice for my daily needs.<br /><br />As I reached the doorway of our building a strange surprise awaited me. A warrior approached bearing the arms, ornaments, and full accouterments of his kind. These he presented to me with a few unintelligible words, and a bearing at once respectful and menacing.[full-post]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/1582307964770162377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/02/whats-in-your-bag-pr-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1582307964770162377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1582307964770162377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/02/whats-in-your-bag-pr-girl.html' title='What’s in your bag, PR Girl?'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbipA2duGig/VXP1giYN-8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/BVlqtlZ2vvU/s72-c/people_4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-4419059447121524176</id><published>2014-02-17T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.100-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Foods"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><title type='text'>FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security</title><content type='html'>So, quite unexpectedly, my brother found himself, panting, with a cut mouth, a bruised jaw, and bloodstained knuckles, driving along an unknown lane with these two women.<br /><br />He learned they were the wife and the younger sister of a surgeon living at Stanmore, who had come in the small hours from a dangerous case at Pinner, and heard at some railway station on his way of the Martian advance. He had hurried home, roused the women--their servant had left them two days before--packed some provisions, put his revolver under the seat--luckily for my brother--and told them to drive on to Edgware, with the idea of getting a train there. He stopped behind to tell the neighbours. He would overtake them, he said, at about half past four in the morning, and now it was nearly nine and they had seen nothing of him. They could not stop in Edgware because of the growing traffic through the place, and so they had come into this side lane.<br /><br />[soundcloud src="84469084"/] <blockquote>'I know what "it" means well enough, when I find a thing,' said the Duck: 'it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what did the archbishop find?'</blockquote>That was the story they told my brother in fragments when presently they stopped again, nearer to New Barnet. He promised to stay with them, at least until they could determine what to do, or until the missing man arrived, and professed to be an expert shot with the revolver--a weapon strange to him--in order to give them confidence.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a title="FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO1dA7oyaTw/VXP1BFqWrjI/AAAAAAAAAig/WPMWui8byWs/s1600/music_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img title="FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security" alt="FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO1dA7oyaTw/VXP1BFqWrjI/AAAAAAAAAig/WPMWui8byWs/s1600/music_2.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">standart also cover in vitro testing</td></tr></tbody></table>Would that I could keep squeezing that sperm for ever! For now, since by many prolonged, repeated experiences, I have perceived that in all cases man must eventually lower, or at least shift, his conceit of attainable felicity; not placing it anywhere in the intellect or the fancy; but in the wife, the heart, the bed, the table, the saddle, the fireside, the country; now that I have perceived all this, I am ready to squeeze case eternally. In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.<br /><br />[ads-post] Now, while discoursing of sperm, it behooves to speak of other things akin to it, in the business of preparing the sperm whale for the try-works.<br /><br />First comes white-horse, so called, which is obtained from the tapering part of the fish, and also from the thicker portions of his flukes. It is tough with congealed tendons—a wad of muscle—but still contains some oil. After being severed from the whale, the white-horse is first cut into portable oblongs ere going to the mincer. They look much like blocks of Berkshire marble.<br /><h3>Then, being prepared for the journey, they all started for the Emerald City;</h3><ol><li>I tried to convince her that I was sincere, but she simply couldn't forget the humiliation that I had put upon her on that other occasion</li><li> "If you mean all that you say you will have ample chance to prove it," she said, "if Jubal does not catch and kill you</li><li> I am in your power, and the treatment you accord me will be the best proof of your intentions toward me</li><li> I am not your mate, and again I tell you that I hate you, and that I should be glad if I never saw you again</li><li>" Dian certainly was candid</li><li> There was no gainsaying that</li><li> In fact I found candor and directness to be quite a marked characteristic of the cave men of Pellucidar</li><li> Finally I suggested that we make some attempt to gain my cave, where we might escape the searching Jubal, for I am free to admit that I had no considerable desire to meet the formidable and ferocious creature, of whose mighty prowess Dian had told me when I first met her</li></ol></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/4419059447121524176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/02/fao-better-crop-genebanks-mean-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/4419059447121524176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/4419059447121524176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/02/fao-better-crop-genebanks-mean-better.html' title='FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO1dA7oyaTw/VXP1BFqWrjI/AAAAAAAAAig/WPMWui8byWs/s72-c/music_2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-1776110276852615819</id><published>2014-02-15T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.113-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entertainment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="People"/><title type='text'>Honored at The Photography Awards</title><content type='html'>[soundcloud src="189279166"/] There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself, 'I wonder what they WILL do next! If they had any sense, they'd take the roof off.' After a minute or two, they began moving about again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say, 'A barrowful will do, to begin with.'<br /><br />'A barrowful of WHAT?' thought Alice; but she had not long to doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the window, and some of them hit her in the face. 'I'll put a stop to this,' she said to herself, and shouted out, 'You'd better not do that again!' which produced another dead silence.<br /><br />Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into her head. 'If I eat one of these cakes,' she thought, 'it's sure to make SOME change in my size; and as it can't possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I suppose.'<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Honored at The Photography Awards" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOH1-bJFVXw/VXP0_QagBTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6jkYXaVYJCo/s1600/music_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="Honored at The Photography Awards" alt="Honored at The Photography Awards" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOH1-bJFVXw/VXP0_QagBTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6jkYXaVYJCo/s1600/music_1.jpg" height="306" width="640" /></a></div><br />So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself safe in a thick wood.<br /><br />'The first thing I've got to do,' said Alice to herself, as she wandered about in the wood, 'is to grow to my right size again; and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be the best plan.'<br /><br />It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea how to set about it; and while she was peering about anxiously among the trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a great hurry.<br />An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. 'Poor little thing!' said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle to it; but she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought that it might be hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all her coaxing.<br /><br />Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being run over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy made another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running a very little way forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.<br />This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance.<br /><br />'And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the leaves: 'I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if—if I'd only been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again! Let me see—how IS it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, what?'</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/1776110276852615819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/02/honored-at-photography-awards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1776110276852615819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1776110276852615819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/02/honored-at-photography-awards.html' title='Honored at The Photography Awards'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOH1-bJFVXw/VXP0_QagBTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6jkYXaVYJCo/s72-c/music_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-2513186191065798612</id><published>2014-02-02T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.170-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type='text'>Best Relaxing Places In The World</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haM-m5Rxtfg/VXP1M05bIVI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oDYK8g7Nu_w/s1600/nature_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haM-m5Rxtfg/VXP1M05bIVI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oDYK8g7Nu_w/s1600/nature_2.jpg" height="332" width="720" /></a></div>"In spite of all these diseases, and of all the new ones that continued to arise, there were more and more men in the world. This was because it was easy to get food. The easier it was to get food, the more men there were; the more men there were, the more thickly were they packed together on the earth; and the more thickly they were packed, the more new kinds of germs became diseases. There were warnings. Soldervetzsky, as early as 1929, told the bacteriologists that they had no guaranty against some new disease, a thousand times more deadly than any they knew, arising and killing by the hundreds of millions and even by the billion. You see, the micro-organic world remained a mystery to the end. They knew there was such a world, and that from time to time armies of new germs emerged from it to kill men.<br /><br />"And that was all they knew about it. For all they knew, in that invisible micro-organic world there might be as many different kinds of germs as there are grains of sand on this beach. And also, in that same invisible world it might well be that new kinds of germs came to be. It might be there that life originated—the 'abysmal fecundity,' Soldervetzsky called it, applying the words of other men who had written before him...."<br /><br />It was at this point that Hare-Lip rose to his feet, an expression of huge contempt on his face.<br /><br /><blockquote>"Granser," he announced, "you make me sick with your gabble. Why don't you tell about the Red Death? If you ain't going to, say so, an' we'll start back for camp."</blockquote><br />The old man looked at him and silently began to cry. The weak tears of age rolled down his cheeks and all the feebleness of his eighty-seven years showed in his grief-stricken countenance.<br /><br />"Sit down," Edwin counselled soothingly. "Granser's all right. He's just gettin' to the Scarlet Death, ain't you, Granser? He's just goin' to tell us about it right now. Sit down, Hare-Lip. 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The thing was a hollowed log drawn upon the sands, and in the bottom of it lay a crude paddle.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="About the growing gap profits" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVpaaGuKEjY/VXP073v2yII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/FjqH5ZHF4ng/s320/foods_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="About the growing gap profits" alt="About the growing gap profits" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVpaaGuKEjY/VXP073v2yII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/FjqH5ZHF4ng/s320/foods_5.jpg" height="320" width="250" /></a></div>The rude shock of awakening to what doubtless might prove some new form of danger was still upon me when I heard a rattling of loose stones from the direction of the bluff, and turning my eyes in that direction I beheld the author of the disturbance, a great copper-colored man, running rapidly toward me.<br /><br />There was that in the haste with which he came which seemed quite sufficiently menacing, so that I did not need the added evidence of brandishing spear and scowling face to warn me that I was in no safe position, but whither to flee was indeed a momentous question.<br /><br />The speed of the fellow seemed to preclude the possibility of escaping him upon the open beach. There was but a single alternative—the rude skiff—and with a celerity which equaled his, I pushed the thing into the sea and as it floated gave a final shove and clambered in over the end.<br /><br />A cry of rage rose from the owner of the primitive craft, and an instant later his heavy, stone-tipped spear grazed my shoulder and buried itself in the bow of the boat beyond. Then I grasped the paddle, and with feverish haste urged the awkward, wobbly thing out upon the surface of the sea.<br /><br />A glance over my shoulder showed me that the copper-colored one had plunged in after me and was swimming rapidly in pursuit. His mighty strokes bade fair to close up the distance between us in short order, for at best I could make but slow progress with my unfamiliar craft, which nosed stubbornly in every direction but that which I desired to follow, so that fully half my energy was expended in turning its blunt prow back into the course.<br /><br />[gallery] [img alt="flower" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nz3wlVjUswU/VXP07NVYKTI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Ve9-CA6IQmE/s320/foods_3.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Interior" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIMgbsu9Zfg/VXP0slYJg6I/AAAAAAAAAh4/uytH5Omnea4/s1600/foods_4.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Wedding" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WxlI4gPJRfk/VFF6nofrqxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/grSJJlrIl8I/s300/blog-511-700x466.jpg"][/img] [img alt="fashion" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5OiJavVEgk/VFF_D305hPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_iWAJVQa-0o/s300/fashion4-700x357.jpg"][/img] [img alt="other fashion" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGQ16XctPBc/VXP0z1GvYgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/V04wjJ-ADzM/s1600/foods_6.jpg"][/img] [img alt="cars" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k4FK8jvy6yg/VFF8EBs1RFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ceWJHCSKOLI/s300/Bmw-I8-Concept-Spyder-HD-Wallpaper-1080p.jpg"][/img] [/gallery] <br /><br />I had covered some hundred yards from shore when it became evident that my pursuer must grasp the stern of the skiff within the next half-dozen strokes. In a frenzy of despair, I bent to the grandfather of all paddles in a hopeless effort to escape, and still the copper giant behind me gained and gained.<br />His hand was reaching upward for the stern when I saw a sleek, sinuous body shoot from the depths below. The man saw it too, and the look of terror that overspread his face assured me that I need have no further concern as to him, for the fear of certain death was in his look.<br /><br />And then about him coiled the great, slimy folds of a hideous monster of that prehistoric deep—a mighty serpent of the sea, with fanged jaws, and darting forked tongue, with bulging eyes, and bony protuberances upon head and snout that formed short, stout horns.<br /><br />As I looked at that hopeless struggle my eyes met those of the doomed man, and I could have sworn that in his I saw an expression of hopeless appeal. But whether I did or not there swept through me a sudden compassion for the fellow. He was indeed a brother-man, and that he might have killed me with pleasure had he caught me was forgotten in the extremity of his danger.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/3417028245854956258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/02/about-growing-gap-profits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/3417028245854956258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/3417028245854956258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/02/about-growing-gap-profits.html' title='About the growing gap profits'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVpaaGuKEjY/VXP073v2yII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/FjqH5ZHF4ng/s72-c/foods_5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-2585104510503209472</id><published>2014-01-22T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.236-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="People"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type='text'>Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pa4B3Zsowhs/VXP0cW6T2lI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/T8OoT1nn3J8/s320/city_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia" alt="Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pa4B3Zsowhs/VXP0cW6T2lI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/T8OoT1nn3J8/s320/city_3.jpg" height="324" width="720" /></a></div><br />At dawn on the 13th the Carnatic entered the port of Yokohama. This is an important port of call in the Pacific, where all the mail-steamers, and those carrying travellers between North America, China, Japan, and the Oriental islands put in. It is situated in the bay of Yeddo, and at but a short distance from that second capital of the Japanese Empire, and the residence of the Tycoon, the civil Emperor, before the Mikado, the spiritual Emperor, absorbed his office in his own. The Carnatic anchored at the quay near the custom-house, in the midst of a crowd of ships bearing the flags of all nations.<br /><br />Passepartout went timidly ashore on this so curious territory of the Sons of the Sun. He had nothing better to do than, taking chance for his guide, to wander aimlessly through the streets of Yokohama. He found himself at first in a thoroughly European quarter, the houses having low fronts, and being adorned with verandas, beneath which he caught glimpses of neat peristyles. This quarter occupied, with its streets, squares, docks, and warehouses, all the space between the "promontory of the Treaty" and the river. Here, as at Hong Kong and Calcutta, were mixed crowds of all races, Americans and English, Chinamen and Dutchmen, mostly merchants ready to buy or sell anything. The Frenchman felt himself as much alone among them as if he had dropped down in the midst of Hottentots.<br /><br />He had, at least, one resource to call on the French and English consuls at Yokohama for assistance. But he shrank from telling the story of his adventures, intimately connected as it was with that of his master; and, before doing so, he determined to exhaust all other means of aid. As chance did not favour him in the European quarter, he penetrated that inhabited by the native Japanese, determined, if necessary, to push on to Yeddo.<br /><br />The Japanese quarter of Yokohama is called Benten, after the goddess of the sea, who is worshipped on the islands round about. There Passepartout beheld beautiful fir and cedar groves, sacred gates of a singular architecture, bridges half hid in the midst of bamboos and reeds, temples shaded by immense cedar-trees, holy retreats where were sheltered Buddhist priests and sectaries of Confucius, and interminable streets, where a perfect harvest of rose-tinted and red-cheeked children, who looked as if they had been cut out of Japanese screens, and who were playing in the midst of short-legged poodles and yellowish cats, might have been gathered.<br /><br />The streets were crowded with people. Priests were passing in processions, beating their dreary tambourines; police and custom-house officers with pointed hats encrusted with lac and carrying two sabres hung to their waists; soldiers, clad in blue cotton with white stripes, and bearing guns; the Mikado's guards, enveloped in silken doubles, hauberks and coats of mail; and numbers of military folk of all ranks—for the military profession is as much respected in Japan as it is despised in China—went hither and thither in groups and pairs. Passepartout saw, too, begging friars, long-robed pilgrims, and simple civilians, with their warped and jet-black hair, big heads, long busts, slender legs, short stature, and complexions varying from copper-colour to a dead white, but never yellow, like the Chinese, from whom the Japanese widely differ. He did not fail to observe the curious equipages—carriages and palanquins, barrows supplied with sails, and litters made of bamboo; nor the women—whom he thought not especially handsome—who took little steps with their little feet, whereon they wore canvas shoes, straw sandals, and clogs of worked wood, and who displayed tight-looking eyes, flat chests, teeth fashionably blackened, and gowns crossed with silken scarfs, tied in an enormous knot behind an ornament which the modern Parisian ladies seem to have borrowed from the dames of Japan.<br /><br />Passepartout wandered for several hours in the midst of this motley crowd, looking in at the windows of the rich and curious shops, the jewellery establishments glittering with quaint Japanese ornaments, the restaurants decked with streamers and banners, the tea-houses, where the odorous beverage was being drunk with saki, a liquor concocted from the fermentation of rice, and the comfortable smoking-houses, where they were puffing, not opium, which is almost unknown in Japan, but a very fine, stringy tobacco. He went on till he found himself in the fields, in the midst of vast rice plantations. There he saw dazzling camellias expanding themselves, with flowers which were giving forth their last colours and perfumes, not on bushes, but on trees, and within bamboo enclosures, cherry, plum, and apple trees, which the Japanese cultivate rather for their blossoms than their fruit, and which queerly-fashioned, grinning scarecrows protected from the sparrows, pigeons, ravens, and other voracious birds. On the branches of the cedars were perched large eagles; amid the foliage of the weeping willows were herons, solemnly standing on one leg; and on every hand were crows, ducks, hawks, wild birds, and a multitude of cranes, which the Japanese consider sacred, and which to their minds symbolise long life and prosperity.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/2585104510503209472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/01/visit-beautiful-sea-island-of-georgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2585104510503209472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2585104510503209472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/01/visit-beautiful-sea-island-of-georgia.html' title='Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pa4B3Zsowhs/VXP0cW6T2lI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/T8OoT1nn3J8/s72-c/city_3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-5181313564142186522</id><published>2014-01-14T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.248-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="People"/><title type='text'>Serenity at the Beaches of West Coast</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-tD7Lui5qs/VXP1eI81UsI/AAAAAAAAAjo/FH9Cch9tVnw/s1600/people_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-tD7Lui5qs/VXP1eI81UsI/AAAAAAAAAjo/FH9Cch9tVnw/s1600/people_3.jpg" height="306" width="800" /></a></div><br />Fix emerged from his cabin and went on deck. Passepartout was promenading up and down in the forward part of the steamer. The detective rushed forward with every appearance of extreme surprise, and exclaimed, "You here, on the Rangoon?"<br /><br />"What, Monsieur Fix, are you on board?" returned the really astonished Passepartout, recognising his crony of the Mongolia. "Why, I left you at Bombay, and here you are, on the way to Hong Kong! Are you going round the world too?"<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"No, no," replied Fix; "I shall stop at Hong Kong—at least for some days."</blockquote><br />"Hum!" said Passepartout, who seemed for an instant perplexed. "But how is it I have not seen you on board since we left Calcutta?"<br /><br />"Oh, a trifle of sea-sickness—I've been staying in my berth. The Gulf of Bengal does not agree with me as well as the Indian Ocean. And how is Mr. Fogg?"<br /><br />"As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind time! But, Monsieur Fix, you don't know that we have a young lady with us."<br /><br />"A young lady?" replied the detective, not seeming to comprehend what was said.<br />Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda's history, the affair at the Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the elephant for two thousand pounds, the rescue, the arrest, and sentence of the Calcutta court, and the restoration of Mr. Fogg and himself to liberty on bail. Fix, who was familiar with the last events, seemed to be equally ignorant of all that Passepartout related; and the later was charmed to find so interested a listener.<br /><br />"But does your master propose to carry this young woman to Europe?"<br /><br />"Not at all. We are simply going to place her under the protection of one of her relatives, a rich merchant at Hong Kong."</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/5181313564142186522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/01/serenity-at-beaches-of-west-coast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/5181313564142186522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/5181313564142186522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/01/serenity-at-beaches-of-west-coast.html' title='Serenity at the Beaches of West Coast'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-tD7Lui5qs/VXP1eI81UsI/AAAAAAAAAjo/FH9Cch9tVnw/s72-c/people_3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-570420372964351389</id><published>2014-01-06T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.301-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="People"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Technology"/><title type='text'>Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhI6s7SGXYI/VFGAK7za7pI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Wy9XIzoJArw/s1600/google-glass-700x357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now" alt="Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhI6s7SGXYI/VFGAK7za7pI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Wy9XIzoJArw/s1600/google-glass-700x357.jpg" /></a></div><br />The storm burst upon us six years ago now. As Mars approached opposition, Lavelle of Java set the wires of the astronomical exchange palpitating with the amazing intelligence of a huge outbreak of incandescent gas upon the planet. It had occurred towards midnight of the twelfth; and the spectroscope, to which he had at once resorted, indicated a mass of flaming gas, chiefly hydrogen, moving with an enormous velocity towards this earth. This jet of fire had become invisible about a quarter past twelve. He compared it to a colossal puff of flame suddenly and violently squirted out of the planet, "as flaming gases rushed out of a gun."<br /><br />In spite of all that has happened since, I still remember that vigil very distinctly: the black and silent observatory, the shadowed lantern throwing a feeble glow upon the floor in the corner, the steady ticking of the clockwork of the telescope, the little slit in the roof--an oblong profundity with the stardust streaked across it. Ogilvy moved about, invisible but audible. Looking through the telescope, one saw a circle of deep blue and the little round planet swimming in the field. It seemed such a little thing, so bright and small and still, faintly marked with transverse stripes, and slightly flattened from the perfect round. But so little it was, so silvery warm--a pin's-head of light! It was as if it quivered, but really this was the telescope vibrating with the activity of the clockwork that kept the planet in view.<br /><br />As I watched, the planet seemed to grow larger and smaller and to advance and recede, but that was simply that my eye was tired. Forty millions of miles it was from us--more than forty millions of miles of void. Few people realise the immensity of vacancy in which the dust of the material universe swims.<br /><br />Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space. You know how that blackness looks on a frosty starlight night. In a telescope it seems far profounder. And invisible to me because it was so remote and small, flying swiftly and steadily towards me across that incredible distance, drawing nearer every minute by so many thousands of miles, came the Thing they were sending us, the Thing that was to bring so much struggle and calamity and death to the earth. I never dreamed of it then as I watched; no one on earth dreamed of that unerring missile.<br /><br />That night, too, there was another jetting out of gas from the distant planet. I saw it. A reddish flash at the edge, the slightest projection of the outline just as the chronometer struck midnight; and at that I told Ogilvy and he took my place. The night was warm and I was thirsty, and I went stretching my legs clumsily and feeling my way in the darkness, to the little table where the siphon stood, while Ogilvy exclaimed at the streamer of gas that came out towards us.<br /><br />That night another invisible missile started on its way to the earth from Mars, just a second or so under twenty-four hours after the first one. I remember how I sat on the table there in the blackness, with patches of green and crimson swimming before my eyes. I wished I had a light to smoke by, little suspecting the meaning of the minute gleam I had seen and all that it would presently bring me. Ogilvy watched till one, and then gave it up; and we lit the lantern and walked over to his house. Down below in the darkness were Ottershaw and Chertsey and all their hundreds of people, sleeping in peace.<br /><br /><blockquote>"An' you ain't never seen bad luck," Edwin concluded triumphantly. "You're just as bad as Granser and his germs. You believe in what you don't see. Go on, Granser."</blockquote>He was full of speculation that night about the condition of Mars, and scoffed at the vulgar idea of its having inhabitants who were signalling us. His idea was that meteorites might be falling in a heavy shower upon the planet, or that a huge volcanic explosion was in progress. He pointed out to me how unlikely it was that organic evolution had taken the same direction in the two adjacent planets.<br />"The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one," he said.<br /><br />Hundreds of observers saw the flame that night and the night after about midnight, and again the night after; and so for ten nights, a flame each night. Why the shots ceased after the tenth no one on earth has attempted to explain. It may be the gases of the firing caused the Martians inconvenience. Dense clouds of smoke or dust, visible through a powerful telescope on earth as little grey, fluctuating patches, spread through the clearness of the planet's atmosphere and obscured its more familiar features.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/570420372964351389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/01/google-glass-apps-everything-you-can-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/570420372964351389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/570420372964351389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2014/01/google-glass-apps-everything-you-can-do.html' title='Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhI6s7SGXYI/VFGAK7za7pI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Wy9XIzoJArw/s72-c/google-glass-700x357.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-319246517617626766</id><published>2013-12-31T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.314-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cars"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gallery"/><title type='text'>Spotify launching Top 50 charts</title><content type='html'>Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there quite alone; he having left the Chapel before the benediction some time. He was sitting on a bench before the fire, with his feet on the stove hearth, and in one hand was holding close up to his face that little negro idol of his; peering hard into its face, and with a jack-knife gently whittling away at its nose, meanwhile humming to himself in his heathenish way.<br /><br />But being now interrupted, he put up the image; and pretty soon, going to the table, took up a large book there, and placing it on his lap began counting the pages with deliberate regularity; at every fiftieth page—as I fancied—stopping a moment, looking vacantly around him, and giving utterance to a long-drawn gurgling whistle of astonishment. He would then begin again at the next fifty; seeming to commence at number one each time, as though he could not count more than fifty, and it was only by such a large number of fifties being found together, that his astonishment at the multitude of pages was excited.<br /><br />[bgallery] [img alt="cars" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xEdIATc08K4/VXP1xngBpqI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/NvOdjih8l0Y/s1600/cars_2.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Interior" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1akCEaTDl3E/VXP1ym8xa0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/rG05rhUhafE/s1600/cars_4.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Wedding" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sjc7iahshS4/VXP1zo02e7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/XnBb_teKoPc/s1600/cars_5.jpg"][/img] [img alt="fashion" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eg1Fr8QTsbk/VXP11zzm7LI/AAAAAAAAAko/GXc8fMalots/s1600/cars_6.jpg"][/img] [img alt="flower" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tBm5tLGSy6I/VXP132VP7oI/AAAAAAAAAkw/TsrhygCS__k/s1600/cars_7.jpg"][/img] [/bgallery] <br />With much interest I sat watching him. Savage though he was, and hideously marred about the face—at least to my taste—his countenance yet had a something in it which was by no means disagreeable. You cannot hide the soul. Through all his unearthly tattooings, I thought I saw the traces of a simple honest heart; and in his large, deep eyes, fiery black and bold, there seemed tokens of a spirit that would dare a thousand devils. And besides all this, there was a certain lofty bearing about the Pagan, which even his uncouthness could not altogether maim. He looked like a man who had never cringed and never had had a creditor. Whether it was, too, that his head being shaved, his forehead was drawn out in freer and brighter relief, and looked more expansive than it otherwise would, this I will not venture to decide; but certain it was his head was phrenologically an excellent one. It may seem ridiculous, but it reminded me of General Washington's head, as seen in the popular busts of him. It had the same long regularly graded retreating slope from above the brows, which were likewise very projecting, like two long promontories thickly wooded on top. Queequeg was George Washington cannibalistically developed.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Spotify launching Top 50 charts" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdmtW5rXG7I/VXP1l4mlV-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/dXOHXz0zrRo/s1600/cars_3.jpg"><img border="0" title="Spotify launching Top 50 charts" width="400" alt="Spotify launching Top 50 charts" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdmtW5rXG7I/VXP1l4mlV-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/dXOHXz0zrRo/s1600/cars_3.jpg" /></a></div><br />Whilst I was thus closely scanning him, half-pretending meanwhile to be looking out at the storm from the casement, he never heeded my presence, never troubled himself with so much as a single glance; but appeared wholly occupied with counting the pages of the marvellous book. Considering how sociably we had been sleeping together the night previous, and especially considering the affectionate arm I had found thrown over me upon waking in the morning, I thought this indifference of his very strange. But savages are strange beings; at times you do not know exactly how to take them. At first they are overawing; their calm self-collectedness of simplicity seems a Socratic wisdom. I had noticed also that Queequeg never consorted at all, or but very little, with the other seamen in the inn. He made no advances whatever; appeared to have no desire to enlarge the circle of his acquaintances. All this struck me as mighty singular; yet, upon second thoughts, there was something almost sublime in it. Here was a man some twenty thousand miles from home, by the way of Cape Horn, that is—which was the only way he could get there—thrown among people as strange to him as though he were in the planet Jupiter; and yet he seemed entirely at his ease; preserving the utmost serenity; content with his own companionship; always equal to himself. Surely this was a touch of fine philosophy; though no doubt he had never heard there was such a thing as that. But, perhaps, to be true philosophers, we mortals should not be conscious of so living or so striving. So soon as I hear that such or such a man gives himself out for a philosopher, I conclude that, like the dyspeptic old woman, he must have "broken his digester."<br /><br />As I sat there in that now lonely room; the fire burning low, in that mild stage when, after its first intensity has warmed the air, it then only glows to be looked at; the evening shades and phantoms gathering round the casements, and peering in upon us silent, solitary twain; the storm booming without in solemn swells; I began to be sensible of strange feelings. I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world. This soothing savage had redeemed it. There he sat, his very indifference speaking a nature in which there lurked no civilized hypocrisies and bland deceits. Wild he was; a very sight of sights to see; yet I began to feel myself mysteriously drawn towards him. And those same things that would have repelled most others, they were the very magnets that thus drew me. I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy. I drew my bench near him, and made some friendly signs and hints, doing my best to talk with him meanwhile. At first he little noticed these advances; but presently, upon my referring to his last night's hospitalities, he made out to ask me whether we were again to be bedfellows. 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And I declare it's too bad, that it is!'<br /><br />As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, 'and in that case I can go back by railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.<br /><br />'I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. 'I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That WILL be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.'<br /><br />Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself.<br /><br />'Would it be of any use, now,' thought Alice, 'to speak to this mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm in trying.' So she began: 'O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!' (Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse: she had never done such a thing before, but she remembered having seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, 'A mouse—of a mouse—to a mouse—a mouse—O mouse!') The Mouse looked at her rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes, but it said nothing.<br /><br />'Perhaps it doesn't understand English,' thought Alice; 'I daresay it's a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.' (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she began again: 'Ou est ma chatte?' which was the first sentence in her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. 'Oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's feelings. 'I quite forgot you didn't like cats.'<br /><br />'Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. 'Would YOU like cats if you were me?'<br />'Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone: 'don't be angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is such a dear quiet thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily about in the pool, 'and she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face—and she is such a nice soft thing to nurse—and she's such a capital one for catching mice—oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt certain it must be really offended. 'We won't talk about her any more if you'd rather not.'<br /><br />'We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail. 'As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always HATED cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the name again!'<br /><br />'I won't indeed!' said Alice, in a great hurry to change the subject of conversation. 'Are you—are you fond—of—of dogs?' The Mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: 'There is such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things—I can't remember half of them—and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all the rats and—oh dear!' cried Alice in a sorrowful tone, 'I'm afraid I've offended it again!' For the Mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the pool as it went.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/1830991478070288054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/12/become-professional-dj-with-jane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1830991478070288054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1830991478070288054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/12/become-professional-dj-with-jane.html' title='Become a Professional DJ With Jane'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uw8TOjtL36g/VE2vkv41s9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/w1ZvxyqXrFs/s72-c/5138037389_cd13e45211_b1-702x336.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-6559618102087868509</id><published>2013-12-05T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.410-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Foods"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nature"/><title type='text'>Healthy Food to Indulge at Diet Times</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3fBlS_R8LbM/VXP1E2ig6II/AAAAAAAAAio/pTK4OEFZQI4/s1600/nature_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3fBlS_R8LbM/VXP1E2ig6II/AAAAAAAAAio/pTK4OEFZQI4/s1600/nature_1.jpg" height="306" width="640" /></a></div>"This, shipmates, this is that other lesson; and woe to that pilot of the living God who slights it. Woe to him whom this world charms from Gospel duty! Woe to him who seeks to pour oil upon the waters when God has brewed them into a gale! Woe to him who seeks to please rather than to appal! Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness! Woe to him who, in this world, courts not dishonour! Woe to him who would not be true, even though to be false were salvation! Yea, woe to him who, as the great Pilot Paul has it, while preaching to others is himself a castaway!"<br /><br />He dropped and fell away from himself for a moment; then lifting his face to them again, showed a deep joy in his eyes, as he cried out with a heavenly enthusiasm,—"But oh! shipmates! on the starboard hand of every woe, there is a sure delight; and higher the top of that delight, than the bottom of the woe is deep. Is not the main-truck higher than the kelson is low? Delight is to him—a far, far upward, and inward delight—who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self. Delight is to him whose strong arms yet support him, when the ship of this base treacherous world has gone down beneath him. Delight is to him, who gives no quarter in the truth, and kills, burns, and destroys all sin though he pluck it out from under the robes of Senators and Judges. Delight,—top-gallant delight is to him, who acknowledges no law or lord, but the Lord his God, and is only a patriot to heaven. Delight is to him, whom all the waves of the billows of the seas of the boisterous mob can never shake from this sure Keel of the Ages. And eternal delight and deliciousness will be his, who coming to lay him down, can say with his final breath—O Father!—chiefly known to me by Thy rod—mortal or immortal, here I die. I have striven to be Thine, more than to be this world's, or mine own. Yet this is nothing: I leave eternity to Thee; for what is man that he should live out the lifetime of his God?"<br /><br /><blockquote>He said no more, but slowly waving a benediction, covered his face with his hands, and so remained kneeling, till all the people had departed, and he was left alone in the place.</blockquote><br />Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there quite alone; he having left the Chapel before the benediction some time. He was sitting on a bench before the fire, with his feet on the stove hearth, and in one hand was holding close up to his face that little negro idol of his; peering hard into its face, and with a jack-knife gently whittling away at its nose, meanwhile humming to himself in his heathenish way.<br /><br />But being now interrupted, he put up the image; and pretty soon, going to the table, took up a large book there, and placing it on his lap began counting the pages with deliberate regularity; at every fiftieth page—as I fancied—stopping a moment, looking vacantly around him, and giving utterance to a long-drawn gurgling whistle of astonishment. He would then begin again at the next fifty; seeming to commence at number one each time, as though he could not count more than fifty, and it was only by such a large number of fifties being found together, that his astonishment at the multitude of pages was excited.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/6559618102087868509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/12/healthy-food-to-indulge-at-diet-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/6559618102087868509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/6559618102087868509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/12/healthy-food-to-indulge-at-diet-times.html' title='Healthy Food to Indulge at Diet Times'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3fBlS_R8LbM/VXP1E2ig6II/AAAAAAAAAio/pTK4OEFZQI4/s72-c/nature_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-4867863272278537962</id><published>2013-12-02T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.464-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="People"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type='text'>Portland is known as one of the most bicycle friendly cities</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Portland is known as one of the most bicycle friendly cities" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKr-vbtg-Bk/VXP1hNCQbEI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MrfNyjN2caU/s1600/people_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="Portland is known as one of the most bicycle friendly cities" alt="Portland is known as one of the most bicycle friendly cities" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKr-vbtg-Bk/VXP1hNCQbEI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MrfNyjN2caU/s1600/people_5.jpg" height="326" width="720" /></a></div>But to my astonishment I discovered that with death staring him in the face Abner Perry was transformed into a new being. From his lips there flowed—not prayer—but a clear and limpid stream of undiluted profanity, and it was all directed at that quietly stubborn piece of unyielding mechanism.<br />"I should think, Perry," I chided, "that a man of your professed religiousness would rather be at his prayers than cursing in the presence of imminent death."<br /><br />"Death!" he cried. "Death is it that appalls you? That is nothing by comparison with the loss the world must suffer. Why, David within this iron cylinder we have demonstrated possibilities that science has scarce dreamed. We have harnessed a new principle, and with it animated a piece of steel with the power of ten thousand men. That two lives will be snuffed out is nothing to the world calamity that entombs in the bowels of the earth the discoveries that I have made and proved in the successful construction of the thing that is now carrying us farther and farther toward the eternal central fires."<br /><br />I am frank to admit that for myself I was much more concerned with our own immediate future than with any problematic loss which the world might be about to suffer. The world was at least ignorant of its bereavement, while to me it was a real and terrible actuality.<br /><br />"What can we do?" I asked, hiding my perturbation beneath the mask of a low and level voice.<br />"We may stop here, and die of asphyxiation when our atmosphere tanks are empty," replied Perry, "or we may continue on with the slight hope that we may later sufficiently deflect the prospector from the vertical to carry us along the arc of a great circle which must eventually return us to the surface. If we succeed in so doing before we reach the higher internal temperature we may even yet survive. There would seem to me to be about one chance in several million that we shall succeed—otherwise we shall die more quickly but no more surely than as though we sat supinely waiting for the torture of a slow and horrible death."<br /><br />I glanced at the thermometer. It registered 110 degrees. While we were talking the mighty iron mole had bored its way over a mile into the rock of the earth's crust.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Let us continue on, then," I replied. "It should soon be over at this rate. You never intimated that the speed of this thing would be so high, Perry. Didn't you know it?"</blockquote><br />"No," he answered. "I could not figure the speed exactly, for I had no instrument for measuring the mighty power of my generator. I reasoned, however, that we should make about five hundred yards an hour."</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/4867863272278537962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/12/portland-is-known-as-one-of-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/4867863272278537962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/4867863272278537962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/12/portland-is-known-as-one-of-most.html' title='Portland is known as one of the most bicycle friendly cities'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKr-vbtg-Bk/VXP1hNCQbEI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MrfNyjN2caU/s72-c/people_5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-376469961921705565</id><published>2013-11-30T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.476-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Server"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Technology"/><title type='text'>Network technologies would give us more powerfull servers</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Network technologies would give us more powerfull servers" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yl9FBv5xM-4/VEl7tED9orI/AAAAAAAAACE/fWfiKMtCdtw/s1600/iStock_000018149011_Medium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="Network technologies would give us more powerfull servers" alt="Network technologies would give us more powerfull servers" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yl9FBv5xM-4/VEl7tED9orI/AAAAAAAAACE/fWfiKMtCdtw/s1600/iStock_000018149011_Medium.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div>"Did I not tell you that we of the ruling class owned all the land, all the forest, everything? Any food-getter who would not get food for us, him we punished or compelled to starve to death. And very few did that. They preferred to get food for us, and make clothes for us, and prepare and administer to us a thousand—a mussel-shell, Hoo-Hoo—a thousand satisfactions and delights. And I was Professor Smith in those days—Professor James Howard Smith. And my lecture courses were very popular—that is, very many of the young men and women liked to hear me talk about the books other men had written.<br /><br />"And I was very happy, and I had beautiful things to eat. And my hands were soft, because I did no work with them, and my body was clean all over and dressed in the softest garments—<br />"He surveyed his mangy goat-skin with disgust.<br /><br />"We did not wear such things in those days. Even the slaves had better garments. And we were most clean. We washed our faces and hands often every day. You boys never wash unless you fall into the water or go swimming."<br /><br />"Neither do you Granzer," Hoo-Hoo retorted.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="removing blade server in high" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsWOEwZuoB8/VEl72tlgQtI/AAAAAAAAACM/3CVZA4ngXyc/s1600/removing-blade-server-in-high-density-facility.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="removing blade server in high" alt="removing blade server in high" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsWOEwZuoB8/VEl72tlgQtI/AAAAAAAAACM/3CVZA4ngXyc/s1600/removing-blade-server-in-high-density-facility.jpg" height="212" width="320" /></a></div>"I know, I know, I am a filthy old man, but times have changed. Nobody washes these days, there are no conveniences. It is sixty years since I have seen a piece of soap.<br /><br />"You do not know what soap is, and I shall not tell you, for I am telling the story of the Scarlet Death. You know what sickness is. We called it a disease. Very many of the diseases came from what we called germs. Remember that word—germs. A germ is a very small thing. It is like a woodtick, such as you find on the dogs in the spring of the year when they run in the forest. Only the germ is very small. It is so small that you cannot see it—"<br /><br /><blockquote>Hoo-Hoo began to laugh.</blockquote><br />"You're a queer un, Granser, talking about things you can't see. If you can't see 'em, how do you know they are? That's what I want to know. How do you know anything you can't see?"<br />"A good question, a very good question, Hoo-Hoo. But we did see—some of them. We had what we called microscopes and ultramicroscopes, and we put them to our eyes and looked through them, so that we saw things larger than they really were, and many things we could not see without the microscopes at all. Our best ultramicroscopes could make a germ look forty thousand times larger. A mussel-shell is a thousand fingers like Edwin's. Take forty mussel-shells, and by as many times larger was the germ when we looked at it through a microscope. And after that, we had other ways, by using what we called moving pictures, of making the forty-thousand-times germ many, many thousand times larger still. And thus we saw all these things which our eyes of themselves could not see. Take a grain of sand. Break it into ten pieces. Take one piece and break it into ten. Break one of those pieces into ten, and one of those into ten, and one of those into ten, and one of those into ten, and do it all day, and maybe, by sunset, you will have a piece as small as one of the germs." The boys were openly incredulous. Hare-Lip sniffed and sneered and Hoo-Hoo snickered, until Edwin nudged them to be silent.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="server in high" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx9g-UVrIFI/VEl7-T9rnaI/AAAAAAAAACU/pRxs419cNKg/s1600/100920-yahoo-fig1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img title="server in high" alt="server in high" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx9g-UVrIFI/VEl7-T9rnaI/AAAAAAAAACU/pRxs419cNKg/s1600/100920-yahoo-fig1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>The incubators are built in remote fastnesses, where there is little or no likelihood of their being discovered by other tribes. The result of such a catastrophe would mean no children in the community for another five years. I was later to witness the results of the discovery of an alien incubator.<br />The community of which the green Martians with whom my lot was cast formed a part was composed of some thirty thousand souls. They roamed an enormous tract of arid and semi-arid land between forty and eighty degrees south latitude, and bounded on the east and west by two large fertile tracts. Their headquarters lay in the southwest corner of this district, near the crossing of two of the so-called Martian canals.<br /><br />As the incubator had been placed far north of their own territory in a supposedly uninhabited and unfrequented area, we had before us a tremendous journey, concerning which I, of course, knew nothing.<br /><br />After our return to the dead city I passed several days in comparative idleness. On the day following our return all the warriors had ridden forth early in the morning and had not returned until just before darkness fell. As I later learned, they had been to the subterranean vaults in which the eggs were kept and had transported them to the incubator, which they had then walled up for another five years, and which, in all probability, would not be visited again during that period.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/376469961921705565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/11/network-technologies-would-give-us-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/376469961921705565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/376469961921705565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/11/network-technologies-would-give-us-more.html' title='Network technologies would give us more powerfull servers'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yl9FBv5xM-4/VEl7tED9orI/AAAAAAAAACE/fWfiKMtCdtw/s72-c/iStock_000018149011_Medium.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-67069165599533443</id><published>2013-11-16T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.529-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Foods"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nature"/><title type='text'>Make The Perfect Dessert in Ten Mins</title><content type='html'><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a title="Make The Perfect Dessert in Ten Mins" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IEc-lmZH9X4/VXP0n-KrA6I/AAAAAAAAAho/PSFQNo6TdIc/s1600/foods_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img title="Make The Perfect Dessert in Ten Mins" alt="Make The Perfect Dessert in Ten Mins" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IEc-lmZH9X4/VXP0n-KrA6I/AAAAAAAAAho/PSFQNo6TdIc/s1600/foods_2.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect Dessert</td></tr></tbody></table>When, an hour later, a Martian appeared beyond the Clock Tower and waded down the river, nothing but wreckage floated above Limehouse.<br /><br />Of the falling of the fifth cylinder I have presently to tell. The sixth star fell at Wimbledon. My brother, keeping watch beside the women in the chaise in a meadow, saw the green flash of it far beyond the hills. On Tuesday the little party, still set upon getting across the sea, made its way through the swarming country towards Colchester. The news that the Martians were now in possession of the whole of London was confirmed. They had been seen at Highgate, and even, it was said, at Neasden. But they did not come into my brother's view until the morrow.<br /><br />That day the scattered multitudes began to realise the urgent need of provisions. As they grew hungry the rights of property ceased to be regarded. Farmers were out to defend their cattle-sheds, granaries, and ripening root crops with arms in their hands. A number of people now, like my brother, had their faces eastward, and there were some desperate souls even going back towards London to get food. These were chiefly people from the northern suburbs, whose knowledge of the Black Smoke came by hearsay. He heard that about half the members of the government had gathered at Birmingham, and that enormous quantities of high explosives were being prepared to be used in automatic mines across the Midland counties.<br /><br />He was also told that the Midland Railway Company had replaced the desertions of the first day's panic, had resumed traffic, and was running northward trains from St. Albans to relieve the congestion of the home counties. There was also a placard in Chipping Ongar announcing that large stores of flour were available in the northern towns and that within twenty-four hours bread would be distributed among the starving people in the neighbourhood. But this intelligence did not deter him from the plan of escape he had formed, and the three pressed eastward all day, and heard no more of the bread distribution than this promise. Nor, as a matter of fact, did anyone else hear more of it. That night fell the seventh star, falling upon Primrose Hill. It fell while Miss Elphinstone was watching, for she took that duty alternately with my brother. She saw it.<br /><br /><blockquote>"Look here, Hare-Lip, you believe in lots of things you can't see."</blockquote><h3>"What is it?" asked the little old woman, and looked, and began to laugh.</h3><ul><li>'I mean what I say,' the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone</li><li> And the Gryphon added 'Come, let's hear some of YOUR adventures</li><li>' 'I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,' said Alice a little timidly: 'but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then</li><li>' 'Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle</li><li> 'No, no! The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an impatient tone: 'explanations take such a dreadful time</li></ul></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/67069165599533443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/11/make-perfect-dessert-in-ten-mins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/67069165599533443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/67069165599533443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/11/make-perfect-dessert-in-ten-mins.html' title='Make The Perfect Dessert in Ten Mins'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IEc-lmZH9X4/VXP0n-KrA6I/AAAAAAAAAho/PSFQNo6TdIc/s72-c/foods_2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-1425549458382357583</id><published>2013-11-12T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.541-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="People"/><title type='text'>Frequent Traveler Discounts for AirCNC</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIAjYhA1pOQ/VXP1bS9lQTI/AAAAAAAAAjU/nzsFEu0vz5c/s1600/people_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIAjYhA1pOQ/VXP1bS9lQTI/AAAAAAAAAjU/nzsFEu0vz5c/s1600/people_1.jpg" /></a></div><br />He opened the big box, and Dorothy saw that it was filled with spectacles of every size and shape. All of them had green glasses in them. The Guardian of the Gates found a pair that would just fit Dorothy and put them over her eyes. There were two golden bands fastened to them that passed around the back of her head, where they were locked together by a little key that was at the end of a chain the Guardian of the Gates wore around his neck. When they were on, Dorothy could not take them off had she wished, but of course she did not wish to be blinded by the glare of the Emerald City, so she said nothing.<br /><br />Then the green man fitted spectacles for the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion, and even on little Toto; and all were locked fast with the key.<br /><br />Then the Guardian of the Gates put on his own glasses and told them he was ready to show them to the Palace. Taking a big golden key from a peg on the wall, he opened another gate, and they all followed him through the portal into the streets of the Emerald City.<br /><br />Even with eyes protected by the green spectacles, Dorothy and her friends were at first dazzled by the brilliancy of the wonderful City. The streets were lined with beautiful houses all built of green marble and studded everywhere with sparkling emeralds. They walked over a pavement of the same green marble, and where the blocks were joined together were rows of emeralds, set closely, and glittering in the brightness of the sun. The window panes were of green glass; even the sky above the City had a green tint, and the rays of the sun were green.<br /><br />There were many people--men, women, and children--walking about, and these were all dressed in green clothes and had greenish skins. They looked at Dorothy and her strangely assorted company with wondering eyes, and the children all ran away and hid behind their mothers when they saw the Lion; but no one spoke to them. Many shops stood in the street, and Dorothy saw that everything in them was green. Green candy and green pop corn were offered for sale, as well as green shoes, green hats, and green clothes of all sorts. At one place a man was selling green lemonade, and when the children bought it Dorothy could see that they paid for it with green pennies.<br /><br />There seemed to be no horses nor animals of any kind; the men carried things around in little green carts, which they pushed before them. Everyone seemed happy and contented and prosperous.<br /><br />The Guardian of the Gates led them through the streets until they came to a big building, exactly in the middle of the City, which was the Palace of Oz, the Great Wizard. There was a soldier before the door, dressed in a green uniform and wearing a long green beard.<br /><br />"Here are strangers," said the Guardian of the Gates to him, "and they demand to see the Great Oz."</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/1425549458382357583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/11/frequent-traveler-discounts-for-aircnc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1425549458382357583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1425549458382357583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/11/frequent-traveler-discounts-for-aircnc.html' title='Frequent Traveler Discounts for AirCNC'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIAjYhA1pOQ/VXP1bS9lQTI/AAAAAAAAAjU/nzsFEu0vz5c/s72-c/people_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-7246362850936749254</id><published>2013-11-08T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.594-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gallery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motion Design"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Technology"/><title type='text'>Take Interior Design to a New Level</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yEhRzp8ScIo/VXP0QLD-jYI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YNbxI-cRLAs/s1600/city_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yEhRzp8ScIo/VXP0QLD-jYI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YNbxI-cRLAs/s1600/city_1.jpg" /></a></div>The Pacific Railroad proper finds its terminus at this important Nebraska town. Omaha is connected with Chicago by the Chicago and Rock Island Railroad, which runs directly east, and passes fifty stations.<br /><br />A train was ready to start when Mr. Fogg and his party reached the station, and they only had time to get into the cars. They had seen nothing of Omaha; but Passepartout confessed to himself that this was not to be regretted, as they were not travelling to see the sights.<br /><br />The train passed rapidly across the State of Iowa, by Council Bluffs, Des Moines, and Iowa City. During the night it crossed the Mississippi at Davenport, and by Rock Island entered Illinois. The next day, which was the 10th, at four o'clock in the evening, it reached Chicago, already risen from its ruins, and more proudly seated than ever on the borders of its beautiful Lake Michigan.<br /><br />Nine hundred miles separated Chicago from New York; but trains are not wanting at Chicago. Mr. Fogg passed at once from one to the other, and the locomotive of the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayne, and Chicago Railway left at full speed, as if it fully comprehended that that gentleman had no time to lose. It traversed Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey like a flash, rushing through towns with antique names, some of which had streets and car-tracks, but as yet no houses. At last the Hudson came into view; and, at a quarter-past eleven in the evening of the 11th, the train stopped in the station on the right bank of the river, before the very pier of the Cunard line.<br /><br />[gallery] [img alt="Interior" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3Hg05mxXyw/VXP0dmve52I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eU_gP-176T0/s320/city_5.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Wedding" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGQ16XctPBc/VXP0z1GvYgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/V04wjJ-ADzM/s1600/foods_6.jpg"][/img] [img alt="fashion" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nz3wlVjUswU/VXP07NVYKTI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Ve9-CA6IQmE/s320/foods_3.jpg"][/img] [img alt="flower" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1akCEaTDl3E/VXP1ym8xa0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/rG05rhUhafE/s1600/cars_4.jpg"][/img] [img alt="other fashion" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eg1Fr8QTsbk/VXP11zzm7LI/AAAAAAAAAko/GXc8fMalots/s1600/cars_6.jpg"][/img] [img alt="cars" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tBm5tLGSy6I/VXP132VP7oI/AAAAAAAAAkw/TsrhygCS__k/s1600/cars_7.jpg"][/img] [/gallery] <blockquote class="tr_bq">The China, for Liverpool, had started three-quarters of an hour before!</blockquote><br /><br />The China, in leaving, seemed to have carried off Phileas Fogg's last hope. None of the other steamers were able to serve his projects. The Pereire, of the French Transatlantic Company, whose admirable steamers are equal to any in speed and comfort, did not leave until the 14th; the Hamburg boats did not go directly to Liverpool or London, but to Havre; and the additional trip from Havre to Southampton would render Phileas Fogg's last efforts of no avail. The Inman steamer did not depart till the next day, and could not cross the Atlantic in time to save the wager.<br /><br />Mr. Fogg learned all this in consulting his Bradshaw, which gave him the daily movements of the trans-Atlantic steamers.<br /><br />Passepartout was crushed; it overwhelmed him to lose the boat by three-quarters of an hour. It was his fault, for, instead of helping his master, he had not ceased putting obstacles in his path! And when he recalled all the incidents of the tour, when he counted up the sums expended in pure loss and on his own account, when he thought that the immense stake, added to the heavy charges of this useless journey, would completely ruin Mr. Fogg, he overwhelmed himself with bitter self-accusations. Mr. Fogg, however, did not reproach him; and, on leaving the Cunard pier, only said: "We will consult about what is best to-morrow. Come."<br /><br />The party crossed the Hudson in the Jersey City ferryboat, and drove in a carriage to the St. Nicholas Hotel, on Broadway. Rooms were engaged, and the night passed, briefly to Phileas Fogg, who slept profoundly, but very long to Aouda and the others, whose agitation did not permit them to rest.<br /><br />The next day was the 12th of December. From seven in the morning of the 12th to a quarter before nine in the evening of the 21st there were nine days, thirteen hours, and forty-five minutes. If Phileas Fogg had left in the China, one of the fastest steamers on the Atlantic, he would have reached Liverpool, and then London, within the period agreed upon.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/7246362850936749254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/11/take-interior-design-to-new-level.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/7246362850936749254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/7246362850936749254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/11/take-interior-design-to-new-level.html' title='Take Interior Design to a New Level'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yEhRzp8ScIo/VXP0QLD-jYI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YNbxI-cRLAs/s72-c/city_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-7784887627326364756</id><published>2013-10-31T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.606-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gallery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="People"/><title type='text'>Weddings from The Knot and The Nest</title><content type='html'>The rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted, and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings.<br /><br />Nor was it his unwonted magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled, intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else. For, when swimming before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had several times been known to turn round suddenly, and, bearing down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their ship.<br /><br />[gallery] [img alt="Wedding" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbipA2duGig/VXP1giYN-8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/BVlqtlZ2vvU/s300/people_4.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Interior" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1akCEaTDl3E/VXP1ym8xa0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/rG05rhUhafE/s1600/cars_4.jpg"][/img] [img alt="fashion" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIMgbsu9Zfg/VXP0slYJg6I/AAAAAAAAAh4/uytH5Omnea4/s1600/foods_4.jpg"][/img] [img alt="flower" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3Hg05mxXyw/VXP0dmve52I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eU_gP-176T0/s320/city_5.jpg"][/img] [img alt="other fashion" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKr-vbtg-Bk/VXP1hNCQbEI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MrfNyjN2caU/s1600/people_5.jpg"][/img] [img alt="cars" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IEc-lmZH9X4/VXP0n-KrA6I/AAAAAAAAAho/PSFQNo6TdIc/s320/foods_2.jpg"][/img] [/gallery] Already several fatalities had attended his chase. But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent.<br /><br />Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Weddings from The Knot and The Nest" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfzZlfIC1Hk/VXP1anqNE3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/VLQ_a6aBypA/s1600/nature_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" title="Weddings from The Knot and The Nest" alt="Weddings from The Knot and The Nest" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfzZlfIC1Hk/VXP1anqNE3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/VLQ_a6aBypA/s1600/nature_6.jpg" height="320" width="250" /></a></div><br />His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning; to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue devil;—Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.<br /><br />It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment. Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun'sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man's delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells, and he came forth from his dark den into the blessed light and air; even then, when he bore that firm, collected front, however pale, and issued his calm orders once again; and his mates thanked God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab's full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab's broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost his strength, Ahab, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/7784887627326364756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/10/weddings-from-knot-and-nest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/7784887627326364756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/7784887627326364756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/10/weddings-from-knot-and-nest.html' title='Weddings from The Knot and The Nest'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfzZlfIC1Hk/VXP1anqNE3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/VLQ_a6aBypA/s72-c/nature_6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-7583530260916282508</id><published>2013-10-22T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.660-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Print Design"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Technology"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Video"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Web Design"/><title type='text'>Envato 2020 - Whats Next?</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" width="600" height="450" frameborder="0" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kuceVNBTJio"></iframe></div> <p>So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large eyes full of tears, but said nothing.</p> <p>'This here young lady,' said the Gryphon, 'she wants for to know your history, she do.'</p> <p>'I'll tell it her,' said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow tone: 'sit down, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished.'</p> <p>So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice thought to herself, 'I don't see how he can EVEN finish, if he doesn't begin.' But she waited patiently.</p> <p>'Once,' said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, 'I was a real Turtle.'</p> <p>These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by an occasional exclamation of 'Hjckrrh!' from the Gryphon, and the constant heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and saying, 'Thank you, sir, for your interesting story,' but she could not help thinking there MUST be more to come, so she sat still and said nothing.</p> <p>'When we were little,' the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, 'we went to school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle&mdash;we used to call him Tortoise&mdash;'</p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/7583530260916282508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/10/envato-2020-whats-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/7583530260916282508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/7583530260916282508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/10/envato-2020-whats-next.html' title='Envato 2020 - Whats Next?'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/kuceVNBTJio/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-7877543752338894239</id><published>2013-10-18T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.671-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Video"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Web Design"/><title type='text'>Envato Stories - Muhammad (ThemeFusion)</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" width="600" height="450" frameborder="0" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uQBL7pSAXR8"></iframe></div> <p>Immediately after we resumed the march, and though I realized that in some way I had offended Dian the Beautiful I could not prevail upon her to talk with me that I might learn wherein I had erred&mdash;in fact I might quite as well have been addressing a sphinx for all the attention I got. At last my own foolish pride stepped in and prevented my making any further attempts, and thus a companionship that without my realizing it had come to mean a great deal to me was cut off. Thereafter I confined my conversation to Perry. Hooja did not renew his advances toward the girl, nor did he again venture near me.</p> <p>Again the weary and apparently interminable marching became a perfect nightmare of horrors to me. The more firmly fixed became the realization that the girl's friendship had meant so much to me, the more I came to miss it; and the more impregnable the barrier of silly pride. But I was very young and would not ask Ghak for the explanation which I was sure he could give, and that might have made everything all right again.</p> <p>On the march, or during halts, Dian refused consistently to notice me&mdash;when her eyes wandered in my direction she looked either over my head or directly through me. At last I became desperate, and determined to swallow my self-esteem, and again beg her to tell me how I had offended, and how I might make reparation. I made up my mind that I should do this at the next halt. We were approaching another range of mountains at the time, and when we reached them, instead of winding across them through some high-flung pass we entered a mighty natural tunnel&mdash;a series of labyrinthine grottoes, dark as Erebus.</p> <p>The guards had no torches or light of any description. In fact we had seen no artificial light or sign of fire since we had entered Pellucidar. In a land of perpetual noon there is no need of light above ground, yet I marveled that they had no means of lighting their way through these dark, subterranean passages. 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And at the girdling line of the horizon, a soft and tremulous motion&mdash;most seen here at the Equator&mdash;denoted the fond, throbbing trust, the loving alarms, with which the poor bride gave her bosom away.</p> <p>Tied up and twisted; gnarled and knotted with wrinkles; haggardly firm and unyielding; his eyes glowing like coals, that still glow in the ashes of ruin; untottering Ahab stood forth in the clearness of the morn; lifting his splintered helmet of a brow to the fair girl's forehead of heaven.</p> <p>Oh, immortal infancy, and innocency of the azure! Invisible winged creatures that frolic all round us! Sweet childhood of air and sky! how oblivious were ye of old Ahab's close-coiled woe! But so have I seen little Miriam and Martha, laughing-eyed elves, heedlessly gambol around their old sire; sporting with the circle of singed locks which grew on the marge of that burnt-out crater of his brain.</p> <p>Slowly crossing the deck from the scuttle, Ahab leaned over the side and watched how his shadow in the water sank and sank to his gaze, the more and the more that he strove to pierce the profundity. But the lovely aromas in that enchanted air did at last seem to dispel, for a moment, the cankerous thing in his soul. That glad, happy air, that winsome sky, did at last stroke and caress him; the step-mother world, so long cruel&mdash;forbidding&mdash;now threw affectionate arms round his stubborn neck, and did seem to joyously sob over him, as if over one, that however wilful and erring, she could yet find it in her heart to save and to bless. From beneath his slouched hat Ahab dropped a tear into the sea; nor did all the Pacific contain such wealth as that one wee drop.</p> <p>Starbuck saw the old man; saw him, how he heavily leaned over the side; and he seemed to hear in his own true heart the measureless sobbing that stole out of the centre of the serenity around. Careful not to touch him, or be noticed by him, he yet drew near to him, and stood there.</p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/2121080757013299729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/10/envato-stories-andy-wilkerson-parallelus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2121080757013299729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2121080757013299729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/10/envato-stories-andy-wilkerson-parallelus.html' title='Envato Stories - Andy Wilkerson (Parallelus)'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/EfTUpvxEbqc/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-7623848497587583596</id><published>2013-10-02T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.737-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Video"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Web Design"/><title type='text'>The First 6 Months of Envato: How We Started a Multimillion Dollar Marketplace</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" width="600" height="450" frameborder="0" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O_C5CN1L3Xo"></iframe></div> <p>But the interval I spent in deliberating what to say, was a fatal one. Taking up his tomahawk from the table, he examined the head of it for an instant, and then holding it to the light, with his mouth at the handle, he puffed out great clouds of tobacco smoke. The next moment the light was extinguished, and this wild cannibal, tomahawk between his teeth, sprang into bed with me. I sang out, I could not help it now; and giving a sudden grunt of astonishment he began feeling me.</p> <p>Stammering out something, I knew not what, I rolled away from him against the wall, and then conjured him, whoever or whatever he might be, to keep quiet, and let me get up and light the lamp again. But his guttural responses satisfied me at once that he but ill comprehended my meaning.</p> <p>"Who-e debel you?"&mdash;he at last said&mdash;"you no speak-e, dam-me, I kill-e." And so saying the lighted tomahawk began flourishing about me in the dark.</p> <p>"Landlord, for God's sake, Peter Coffin!" shouted I. "Landlord! Watch! Coffin! Angels! save me!"</p> <p>"Speak-e! tell-ee me who-ee be, or dam-me, I kill-e!" again growled the cannibal, while his horrid flourishings of the tomahawk scattered the hot tobacco ashes about me till I thought my linen would get on fire. But thank heaven, at that moment the landlord came into the room light in hand, and leaping from the bed I ran up to him.</p> <p>"Don't be afraid now," said he, grinning again, "Queequeg here wouldn't harm a hair of your head."</p> <p>"Stop your grinning," shouted I, "and why didn't you tell me that that infernal harpooneer was a cannibal?"</p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/7623848497587583596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-first-6-months-of-envato-how-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/7623848497587583596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/7623848497587583596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-first-6-months-of-envato-how-we.html' title='The First 6 Months of Envato: How We Started a Multimillion Dollar Marketplace'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/O_C5CN1L3Xo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-1990041590881783051</id><published>2013-09-29T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.792-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Technology"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Video"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Web Design"/><title type='text'>Envato Stories - Indonesian Envato Authors</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" width="600" height="450" frameborder="0" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mdfMT5Zi8Eo"></iframe></div><p>Hither, and thither, on high, glided the snow-white wings of small, unspeckled birds; these were the gentle thoughts of the feminine air; but to and fro in the deeps, far down in the bottomless blue, rushed mighty leviathans, sword-fish, and sharks; and these were the strong, troubled, murderous thinkings of the masculine sea.</p> <p>But though thus contrasting within, the contrast was only in shades and shadows without; those two seemed one; it was only the sex, as it were, that distinguished them.</p> <p>Aloft, like a royal czar and king, the sun seemed giving this gentle air to this bold and rolling sea; even as bride to groom. And at the girdling line of the horizon, a soft and tremulous motion&mdash;most seen here at the Equator&mdash;denoted the fond, throbbing trust, the loving alarms, with which the poor bride gave her bosom away.</p> <p>Tied up and twisted; gnarled and knotted with wrinkles; haggardly firm and unyielding; his eyes glowing like coals, that still glow in the ashes of ruin; untottering Ahab stood forth in the clearness of the morn; lifting his splintered helmet of a brow to the fair girl's forehead of heaven.</p> <p>Oh, immortal infancy, and innocency of the azure! Invisible winged creatures that frolic all round us! Sweet childhood of air and sky! how oblivious were ye of old Ahab's close-coiled woe! But so have I seen little Miriam and Martha, laughing-eyed elves, heedlessly gambol around their old sire; sporting with the circle of singed locks which grew on the marge of that burnt-out crater of his brain.</p> <p>Slowly crossing the deck from the scuttle, Ahab leaned over the side and watched how his shadow in the water sank and sank to his gaze, the more and the more that he strove to pierce the profundity. But the lovely aromas in that enchanted air did at last seem to dispel, for a moment, the cankerous thing in his soul. That glad, happy air, that winsome sky, did at last stroke and caress him; the step-mother world, so long cruel&mdash;forbidding&mdash;now threw affectionate arms round his stubborn neck, and did seem to joyously sob over him, as if over one, that however wilful and erring, she could yet find it in her heart to save and to bless. From beneath his slouched hat Ahab dropped a tear into the sea; nor did all the Pacific contain such wealth as that one wee drop.</p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/1990041590881783051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/09/envato-stories-indonesian-envato-authors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1990041590881783051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1990041590881783051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/09/envato-stories-indonesian-envato-authors.html' title='Envato Stories - Indonesian Envato Authors'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/mdfMT5Zi8Eo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-7911783394393143601</id><published>2013-09-17T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.803-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Technology"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Video"/><title type='text'>The mistakes you will make being your own boss - Andy Wilkerson</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" width="600" height="450" frameborder="0" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/scy6aUCn_hs"></iframe></div> <p>The old man peered from under his green leaf at the danger, and stood as quietly as the boy. For a few seconds this mutual scrutinizing went on; then, the bear betraying a growing irritability, the boy, with a movement of his head, indicated that the old man must step aside from the trail and go down the embankment. The boy followed, going backward, still holding the bow taut and ready. They waited till a crashing among the bushes from the opposite side of the embankment told them the bear had gone on. The boy grinned as he led back to the trail.</p> <p>"A big un, Granser," he chuckled.</p> <p>The old man shook his head.</p> <p>"They get thicker every day," he complained in a thin, undependable falsetto. "Who'd have thought I'd live to see the time when a man would be afraid of his life on the way to the Cliff House. When I was a boy, Edwin, men and women and little babies used to come out here from San Francisco by tens of thousands on a nice day. And there weren't any bears then. No, sir. They used to pay money to look at them in cages, they were that rare."</p> <p>"What is money, Granser?"</p> <p>Before the old man could answer, the boy recollected and triumphantly shoved his hand into a pouch under his bear-skin and pulled forth a battered and tarnished silver dollar. The old man's eyes glistened, as he held the coin close to them.</p> <p>"I can't see," he muttered. "You look and see if you can make out the date, Edwin."</p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/7911783394393143601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-mistakes-you-will-make-being-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/7911783394393143601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/7911783394393143601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-mistakes-you-will-make-being-your.html' title='The mistakes you will make being your own boss - Andy Wilkerson'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/scy6aUCn_hs/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-1255393088865155582</id><published>2013-09-09T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.861-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Phone"/><title type='text'>Visit Stunning St. Vincent And The Grenadines</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WiNxpTHND8E/VXP1MhezC9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/TVbNf50gR1A/s1600/nature_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WiNxpTHND8E/VXP1MhezC9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/TVbNf50gR1A/s1600/nature_3.jpg" height="400" width="640" /></a></div>"There was one of the Munchkin girls who was so beautiful that I soon grew to love her with all my heart. She, on her part, promised to marry me as soon as I could earn enough money to build a better house for her; so I set to work harder than ever. But the girl lived with an old woman who did not want her to marry anyone, for she was so lazy she wished the girl to remain with her and do the cooking and the housework. So the old woman went to the Wicked Witch of the East, and promised her two sheep and a cow if she would prevent the marriage. Thereupon the Wicked Witch enchanted my axe, and when I was chopping away at my best one day, for I was anxious to get the new house and my wife as soon as possible, the axe slipped all at once and cut off my left leg.<br /><br />"This at first seemed a great misfortune, for I knew a one-legged man could not do very well as a wood-chopper. So I went to a tinsmith and had him make me a new leg out of tin. The leg worked very well, once I was used to it. But my action angered the Wicked Witch of the East, for she had promised the old woman I should not marry the pretty Munchkin girl. When I began chopping again, my axe slipped and cut off my right leg. Again I went to the tinsmith, and again he made me a leg out of tin. After this the enchanted axe cut off my arms, one after the other; but, nothing daunted, I had them replaced with tin ones. The Wicked Witch then made the axe slip and cut off my head, and at first I thought that was the end of me. But the tinsmith happened to come along, and he made me a new head out of tin.<br /><br />"I thought I had beaten the Wicked Witch then, and I worked harder than ever; but I little knew how cruel my enemy could be. She thought of a new way to kill my love for the beautiful Munchkin maiden, and made my axe slip again, so that it cut right through my body, splitting me into two halves. Once more the tinsmith came to my help and made me a body of tin, fastening my tin arms and legs and head to it, by means of joints, so that I could move around as well as ever. But, alas! I had now no heart, so that I lost all my love for the Munchkin girl, and did not care whether I married her or not. I suppose she is still living with the old woman, waiting for me to come after her.<br /><br />"My body shone so brightly in the sun that I felt very proud of it and it did not matter now if my axe slipped, for it could not cut me. There was only one danger--that my joints would rust; but I kept an oil-can in my cottage and took care to oil myself whenever I needed it. However, there came a day when I forgot to do this, and, being caught in a rainstorm, before I thought of the danger my joints had rusted, and I was left to stand in the woods until you came to help me. It was a terrible thing to undergo, but during the year I stood there I had time to think that the greatest loss I had known was the loss of my heart. While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth; but no one can love who has not a heart, and so I am resolved to ask Oz to give me one. If he does, I will go back to the Munchkin maiden and marry her."<br /><br />Both Dorothy and the Scarecrow had been greatly interested in the story of the Tin Woodman, and now they knew why he was so anxious to get a new heart.<br /><br /></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/1255393088865155582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/09/visit-stunning-st-vincent-and-grenadines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1255393088865155582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1255393088865155582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/09/visit-stunning-st-vincent-and-grenadines.html' title='Visit Stunning St. Vincent And The Grenadines'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WiNxpTHND8E/VXP1MhezC9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/TVbNf50gR1A/s72-c/nature_3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-4078514658748716306</id><published>2013-09-06T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.873-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Phone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Technology"/><title type='text'>HP Spectre XT TouchSmart new laptop</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILxc7kEYwhg/VEl6NsfzHwI/AAAAAAAAABo/LvatnMSdaHg/s1600/HP%2BSpectre%2BXT%2BTS15%2B4000ea%2B5-580-90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILxc7kEYwhg/VEl6NsfzHwI/AAAAAAAAABo/LvatnMSdaHg/s1600/HP%2BSpectre%2BXT%2BTS15%2B4000ea%2B5-580-90.jpg" /></a></div>At the next halt Hooja the Sly One managed to find enough slack chain to permit him to worm himself back quite close to Dian. We were all standing, and as he edged near the girl she turned her back upon him in such a truly earthly feminine manner that I could scarce repress a smile; but it was a short-lived smile for on the instant the Sly One's hand fell upon the girl's bare arm, jerking her roughly toward him.<br /><br />I was not then familiar with the customs or social ethics which prevailed within Pellucidar; but even so I did not need the appealing look which the girl shot to me from her magnificent eyes to influence my subsequent act. What the Sly One's intention was I paused not to inquire; but instead, before he could lay hold of her with his other hand, I placed a right to the point of his jaw that felled him in his tracks.<br /><br />A roar of approval went up from those of the other prisoners and the Sagoths who had witnessed the brief drama; not, as I later learned, because I had championed the girl, but for the neat and, to them, astounding method by which I had bested Hooja.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-atTIt37txpU/VEl6VaLpcDI/AAAAAAAAABw/quRra37hL44/s1600/hp-spectre-xt-touchsmart-review-06-640x424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-atTIt37txpU/VEl6VaLpcDI/AAAAAAAAABw/quRra37hL44/s1600/hp-spectre-xt-touchsmart-review-06-640x424.jpg" height="212" width="320" /></a></div>And the girl? At first she looked at me with wide, wondering eyes, and then she dropped her head, her face half averted, and a delicate flush suffused her cheek. For a moment she stood thus in silence, and then her head went high, and she turned her back upon me as she had upon Hooja. Some of the prisoners laughed, and I saw the face of Ghak the Hairy One go very black as he looked at me searchingly. And what I could see of Dian's cheek went suddenly from red to white.<br /><br />Immediately after we resumed the march, and though I realized that in some way I had offended Dian the Beautiful I could not prevail upon her to talk with me that I might learn wherein I had erred—in fact I might quite as well have been addressing a sphinx for all the attention I got. At last my own foolish pride stepped in and prevented my making any further attempts, and thus a companionship that without my realizing it had come to mean a great deal to me was cut off. Thereafter I confined my conversation to Perry. Hooja did not renew his advances toward the girl, nor did he again venture near me.<br /><br />Again the weary and apparently interminable marching became a perfect nightmare of horrors to me. The more firmly fixed became the realization that the girl's friendship had meant so much to me, the more I came to miss it; and the more impregnable the barrier of silly pride. But I was very young and would not ask Ghak for the explanation which I was sure he could give, and that might have made everything all right again.<br /><br />On the march, or during halts, Dian refused consistently to notice me—when her eyes wandered in my direction she looked either over my head or directly through me. At last I became desperate, and determined to swallow my self-esteem, and again beg her to tell me how I had offended, and how I might make reparation. I made up my mind that I should do this at the next halt. We were approaching another range of mountains at the time, and when we reached them, instead of winding across them through some high-flung pass we entered a mighty natural tunnel—a series of labyrinthine grottoes, dark as Erebus.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HHi77fnuXhM/VEl6a4UyWgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/N135tFk3YXk/s1600/hp-spectre-xt-touchsmart-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HHi77fnuXhM/VEl6a4UyWgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/N135tFk3YXk/s1600/hp-spectre-xt-touchsmart-02.jpg" height="213" width="320" /></a></div>The guards had no torches or light of any description. In fact we had seen no artificial light or sign of fire since we had entered Pellucidar. In a land of perpetual noon there is no need of light above ground, yet I marveled that they had no means of lighting their way through these dark, subterranean passages. So we crept along at a snail's pace, with much stumbling and falling—the guards keeping up a singsong chant ahead of us, interspersed with certain high notes which I found always indicated rough places and turns.<br /><br />Halts were now more frequent, but I did not wish to speak to Dian until I could see from the expression of her face how she was receiving my apologies. At last a faint glow ahead forewarned us of the end of the tunnel, for which I for one was devoutly thankful. Then at a sudden turn we emerged into the full light of the noonday sun.<br /><br />But with it came a sudden realization of what meant to me a real catastrophe—Dian was gone, and with her a half-dozen other prisoners. The guards saw it too, and the ferocity of their rage was terrible to behold. Their awesome, bestial faces were contorted in the most diabolical expressions, as they accused each other of responsibility for the loss. Finally they fell upon us, beating us with their spear shafts, and hatchets. They had already killed two near the head of the line, and were like to have finished the balance of us when their leader finally put a stop to the brutal slaughter. Never in all my life had I witnessed a more horrible exhibition of bestial rage—I thanked God that Dian had not been one of those left to endure it.<br /><br />"Did I not tell you that we of the ruling class owned all the land, all the forest, everything? Any food-getter who would not get food for us, him we punished or compelled to starve to death. And very few did that. They preferred to get food for us, and make clothes for us, and prepare and administer to us a thousand—a mussel-shell, Hoo-Hoo—a thousand satisfactions and delights. And I was Professor Smith in those days—Professor James Howard Smith. And my lecture courses were very popular—that is, very many of the young men and women liked to hear me talk about the books other men had written.<br /><br />"And I was very happy, and I had beautiful things to eat. And my hands were soft, because I did no work with them, and my body was clean all over and dressed in the softest garments—<br /><blockquote>"He surveyed his mangy goat-skin with disgust.</blockquote>"We did not wear such things in those days. Even the slaves had better garments. And we were most clean. We washed our faces and hands often every day. You boys never wash unless you fall into the water or go swimming."</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/4078514658748716306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/09/hp-spectre-xt-touchsmart-new-laptop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/4078514658748716306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/4078514658748716306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/09/hp-spectre-xt-touchsmart-new-laptop.html' title='HP Spectre XT TouchSmart new laptop'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILxc7kEYwhg/VEl6NsfzHwI/AAAAAAAAABo/LvatnMSdaHg/s72-c/HP%2BSpectre%2BXT%2BTS15%2B4000ea%2B5-580-90.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-5911273706625888718</id><published>2013-08-30T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.944-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Foods"/><title type='text'>Irish Cream and Chocolate Cheesecake</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ssd8euY5mu8/VXP0qiNew8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/i1D2CJcEcfE/s320/foods_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ssd8euY5mu8/VXP0qiNew8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/i1D2CJcEcfE/s320/foods_1.jpg" height="306" width="640" /></a></div>I was soon appraised of the subject of their conversation, as, calling to Sola, Tars Tarkas signed for her to send me to him. I had by this time mastered the intricacies of walking under Martian conditions, and quickly responding to his command I advanced to the side of the incubator where the warriors stood.<br /><br />As I reached their side a glance showed me that all but a very few eggs had hatched, the incubator being fairly alive with the hideous little devils. They ranged in height from three to four feet, and were moving restlessly about the enclosure as though searching for food.<br />As I came to a halt before him, Tars Tarkas pointed over the incubator and said, "Sak." I saw that he wanted me to repeat my performance of yesterday for the edification of Lorquas Ptomel, and, as I must confess that my prowess gave me no little satisfaction, I responded quickly, leaping entirely over the parked chariots on the far side of the incubator. As I returned, Lorquas Ptomel grunted something at me, and turning to his warriors gave a few words of command relative to the incubator. They paid no further attention to me and I was thus permitted to remain close and watch their operations, which consisted in breaking an opening in the wall of the incubator large enough to permit of the exit of the young Martians.<br /><br />On either side of this opening the women and the younger Martians, both male and female, formed two solid walls leading out through the chariots and quite away into the plain beyond. Between these walls the little Martians scampered, wild as deer; being permitted to run the full length of the aisle, where they were captured one at a time by the women and older children; the last in the line capturing the first little one to reach the end of the gauntlet, her opposite in the line capturing the second, and so on until all the little fellows had left the enclosure and been appropriated by some youth or female. As the women caught the young they fell out of line and returned to their respective chariots, while those who fell into the hands of the young men were later turned over to some of the women.<br /><br /><blockquote>I saw that the ceremony, if it could be dignified by such a name, was over, and seeking out Sola I found her in our chariot with a hideous little creature held tightly in her arms.</blockquote>The work of rearing young, green Martians consists solely in teaching them to talk, and to use the weapons of warfare with which they are loaded down from the very first year of their lives. Coming from eggs in which they have lain for five years, the period of incubation, they step forth into the world perfectly developed except in size. Entirely unknown to their mothers, who, in turn, would have difficulty in pointing out the fathers with any degree of accuracy, they are the common children of the community, and their education devolves upon the females who chance to capture them as they leave the incubator.<br /><br />Their foster mothers may not even have had an egg in the incubator, as was the case with Sola, who had not commenced to lay, until less than a year before she became the mother of another woman's offspring. But this counts for little among the green Martians, as parental and filial love is as unknown to them as it is common among us. I believe this horrible system which has been carried on for ages is the direct cause of the loss of all the finer feelings and higher humanitarian instincts among these poor creatures. From birth they know no father or mother love, they know not the meaning of the word home; they are taught that they are only suffered to live until they can demonstrate by their physique and ferocity that they are fit to live. Should they prove deformed or defective in any way they are promptly shot; nor do they see a tear shed for a single one of the many cruel hardships they pass through from earliest infancy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/5911273706625888718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/08/irish-cream-and-chocolate-cheesecake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/5911273706625888718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/5911273706625888718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/08/irish-cream-and-chocolate-cheesecake.html' title='Irish Cream and Chocolate Cheesecake'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ssd8euY5mu8/VXP0qiNew8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/i1D2CJcEcfE/s72-c/foods_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-105284058707231129</id><published>2013-08-14T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:56.956-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Phone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Technology"/><title type='text'>Sony Xperia Tablet S Review</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VrfAh0U7LDQ/VEl4BPg7QDI/AAAAAAAAABM/uUxDHfwkVvc/s1600/tablets2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VrfAh0U7LDQ/VEl4BPg7QDI/AAAAAAAAABM/uUxDHfwkVvc/s1600/tablets2.jpg" /></a></div>Without saying a word, Queequeg, in his wild sort of way, jumped upon the bulwarks, from thence into the bows of one of the whale-boats hanging to the side; and then bracing his left knee, and poising his harpoon, cried out in some such way as this:—<br /><br />"Cap'ain, you see him small drop tar on water dere? You see him? well, spose him one whale eye, well, den!" and taking sharp aim at it, he darted the iron right over old Bildad's broad brim, clean across the ship's decks, and struck the glistening tar spot out of sight.<br /><br />"Now," said Queequeg, quietly hauling in the line, "spos-ee him whale-e eye; why, dad whale dead."<br /><br />"Quick, Bildad," said Peleg, his partner, who, aghast at the close vicinity of the flying harpoon, had retreated towards the cabin gangway. "Quick, I say, you Bildad, and get the ship's papers. We must have Hedgehog there, I mean Quohog, in one of our boats. Look ye, Quohog, we'll give ye the ninetieth lay, and that's more than ever was given a harpooneer yet out of Nantucket."<br /><br />So down we went into the cabin, and to my great joy Queequeg was soon enrolled among the same ship's company to which I myself belonged.<br /><br />When all preliminaries were over and Peleg had got everything ready for signing, he turned to me and said, "I guess, Quohog there don't know how to write, does he? I say, Quohog, blast ye! dost thou sign thy name or make thy mark?"<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-cnlBYL_Yc/VEl4ooH96gI/AAAAAAAAABU/g540m4kxwgc/s1600/sony-xperia-j-black-front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-cnlBYL_Yc/VEl4ooH96gI/AAAAAAAAABU/g540m4kxwgc/s1600/sony-xperia-j-black-front.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sony Xperia Black J</td></tr></tbody></table>But at this question, Queequeg, who had twice or thrice before taken part in similar ceremonies, looked no ways abashed; but taking the offered pen, copied upon the paper, in the proper place, an exact counterpart of a queer round figure which was tattooed upon his arm; so that through Captain Peleg's obstinate mistake touching his appellative, it stood something like this:—<br />Quohog. his X mark.<br /><br />Meanwhile Captain Bildad sat earnestly and steadfastly eyeing Queequeg, and at last rising solemnly and fumbling in the huge pockets of his broad-skirted drab coat, took out a bundle of tracts, and selecting one entitled "The Latter Day Coming; or No Time to Lose," placed it in Queequeg's hands, and then grasping them and the book with both his, looked earnestly into his eyes, and said, "Son of darkness, I must do my duty by thee; I am part owner of this ship, and feel concerned for the souls of all its crew; if thou still clingest to thy Pagan ways, which I sadly fear, I beseech thee, remain not for aye a Belial bondsman. Spurn the idol Bell, and the hideous dragon; turn from the wrath to come; mind thine eye, I say; oh! goodness gracious! steer clear of the fiery pit!"<br /><br />Something of the salt sea yet lingered in old Bildad's language, heterogeneously mixed with Scriptural and domestic phrases.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dzrSidw51o/VEl5A9yS8DI/AAAAAAAAABc/5UppTB9bo0c/s1600/Xperia_Tablet_S_13_withCoverwithKeyboard1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dzrSidw51o/VEl5A9yS8DI/AAAAAAAAABc/5UppTB9bo0c/s1600/Xperia_Tablet_S_13_withCoverwithKeyboard1.jpg" height="213" width="320" /></a></div>There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT-POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.<br /><br />In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.<br /><br />The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/105284058707231129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/08/sony-xperia-tablet-s-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/105284058707231129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/105284058707231129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/08/sony-xperia-tablet-s-review.html' title='Sony Xperia Tablet S Review'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VrfAh0U7LDQ/VEl4BPg7QDI/AAAAAAAAABM/uUxDHfwkVvc/s72-c/tablets2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-2583878127866392213</id><published>2013-08-09T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:57.012-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="People"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Video"/><title type='text'>Why Im Excited About Dare Festival Melbourne</title><content type='html'><p>At the period of our arrival at the Island, the heaviest storage of the Pequod had been almost completed; comprising her beef, bread, water, fuel, and iron hoops and staves. But, as before hinted, for some time there was a continual fetching and carrying on board of divers odds and ends of things, both large and small.</p>[youtube src="ELUn_L_a8aY"] <p>Chief among those who did this fetching and carrying was Captain Bildad's sister, a lean old lady of a most determined and indefatigable spirit, but withal very kindhearted, who seemed resolved that, if SHE could help it, nothing should be found wanting in the Pequod, after once fairly getting to sea. At one time she would come on board with a jar of pickles for the steward's pantry; another time with a bunch of quills for the chief mate's desk, where he kept his log; a third time with a roll of flannel for the small of some one's rheumatic back. Never did any woman better deserve her name, which was Charity&mdash;Aunt Charity, as everybody called her. And like a sister of charity did this charitable Aunt Charity bustle about hither and thither, ready to turn her hand and heart to anything that promised to yield safety, comfort, and consolation to all on board a ship in which her beloved brother Bildad was concerned, and in which she herself owned a score or two of well-saved dollars.</p> <p>But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board, as she did the last day, with a long oil-ladle in one hand, and a still longer whaling lance in the other. Nor was Bildad himself nor Captain Peleg at all backward. As for Bildad, he carried about with him a long list of the articles needed, and at every fresh arrival, down went his mark opposite that article upon the paper. Every once in a while Peleg came hobbling out of his whalebone den, roaring at the men down the hatchways, roaring up to the riggers at the mast-head, and then concluded by roaring back into his wigwam.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-huGJamg5Nyg/VXP0kGBZFTI/AAAAAAAAAhg/YPVUFlp-SLE/s1600/city_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-huGJamg5Nyg/VXP0kGBZFTI/AAAAAAAAAhg/YPVUFlp-SLE/s320/city_4.jpg" /></a></div><p>During these days of preparation, Queequeg and I often visited the craft, and as often I asked about Captain Ahab, and how he was, and when he was going to come on board his ship. To these questions they would answer, that he was getting better and better, and was expected aboard every day; meantime, the two captains, Peleg and Bildad, could attend to everything necessary to fit the vessel for the voyage. If I had been downright honest with myself, I would have seen very plainly in my heart that I did but half fancy being committed this way to so long a voyage, without once laying my eyes on the man who was to be the absolute dictator of it, so soon as the ship sailed out upon the open sea. But when a man suspects any wrong, it sometimes happens that if he be already involved in the matter, he insensibly strives to cover up his suspicions even from himself. And much this way it was with me. I said nothing, and tried to think nothing.</p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/2583878127866392213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/08/why-im-excited-about-dare-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2583878127866392213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2583878127866392213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/08/why-im-excited-about-dare-festival.html' title='Why Im Excited About Dare Festival Melbourne'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-huGJamg5Nyg/VXP0kGBZFTI/AAAAAAAAAhg/YPVUFlp-SLE/s72-c/city_4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-2849421776071513509</id><published>2013-07-24T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:57.023-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cars"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gallery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports"/><title type='text'>The Celtics delivered a nice pack</title><content type='html'><a title="The Celtics delivered a nice pack" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUohmE2Hm1w/VXP1p-PtuxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/yKsdxlN02v4/s1600/cars_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" title="The Celtics delivered a nice pack" alt="The Celtics delivered a nice pack" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUohmE2Hm1w/VXP1p-PtuxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/yKsdxlN02v4/s800/cars_1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I found myself lying prone upon a bed of yellowish, mosslike vegetation which stretched around me in all directions for interminable miles. I seemed to be lying in a deep, circular basin, along the outer verge of which I could distinguish the irregularities of low hills.<br /><br />It was midday, the sun was shining full upon me and the heat of it was rather intense upon my naked body, yet no greater than would have been true under similar conditions on an Arizona desert. Here and there were slight outcroppings of quartz-bearing rock which glistened in the sunlight; and a little to my left, perhaps a hundred yards, appeared a low, walled enclosure about four feet in height. No water, and no other vegetation than the moss was in evidence, and as I was somewhat thirsty I determined to do a little exploring.<br /><br />Springing to my feet I received my first Martian surprise, for the effort, which on Earth would have brought me standing upright, carried me into the Martian air to the height of about three yards. I alighted softly upon the ground, however, without appreciable shock or jar. Now commenced a series of evolutions which even then seemed ludicrous in the extreme. I found that I must learn to walk all over again, as the muscular exertion which carried me easily and safely upon Earth played strange antics with me upon Mars.<br /><br />[bgallery] [img alt="other fashion" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sjc7iahshS4/VXP1zo02e7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/XnBb_teKoPc/s1600/cars_5.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Interior" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eg1Fr8QTsbk/VXP11zzm7LI/AAAAAAAAAko/GXc8fMalots/s1600/cars_6.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Wedding" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tBm5tLGSy6I/VXP132VP7oI/AAAAAAAAAkw/TsrhygCS__k/s1600/cars_7.jpg"][/img] [img alt="fashion" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1akCEaTDl3E/VXP1ym8xa0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/rG05rhUhafE/s1600/cars_4.jpg"][/img] [img alt="flower" src=http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xEdIATc08K4/VXP1xngBpqI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/NvOdjih8l0Y/s1600/cars_2.jpg"][/img] [/bgallery]<br /><br />Instead of progressing in a sane and dignified manner, my attempts to walk resulted in a variety of hops which took me clear of the ground a couple of feet at each step and landed me sprawling upon my face or back at the end of each second or third hop. My muscles, perfectly attuned and accustomed to the force of gravity on Earth, played the mischief with me in attempting for the first time to cope with the lesser gravitation and lower air pressure on Mars.<br /><br />I was determined, however, to explore the low structure which was the only evidence of habitation in sight, and so I hit upon the unique plan of reverting to first principles in locomotion, creeping. I did fairly well at this and in a few moments had reached the low, encircling wall of the enclosure.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">There appeared to be no doors or windows upon the side nearest me, but as the wall was but about four feet high I cautiously gained my feet and peered over the top upon the strangest sight it had ever been given me to see.</blockquote><br />The roof of the enclosure was of solid glass about four or five inches in thickness, and beneath this were several hundred large eggs, perfectly round and snowy white. The eggs were nearly uniform in size being about two and one-half feet in diameter.<br /><br />Five or six had already hatched and the grotesque caricatures which sat blinking in the sunlight were enough to cause me to doubt my sanity. They seemed mostly head, with little scrawny bodies, long necks and six legs, or, as I afterward learned, two legs and two arms, with an intermediary pair of limbs which could be used at will either as arms or legs. Their eyes were set at the extreme sides of their heads a trifle above the center and protruded in such a manner that they could be directed either forward or back and also independently of each other, thus permitting this queer animal to look in any direction, or in two directions at once, without the necessity of turning the head.<br /><br />The ears, which were slightly above the eyes and closer together, were small, cup-shaped antennae, protruding not more than an inch on these young specimens. Their noses were but longitudinal slits in the center of their faces, midway between their mouths and ears.<br /><br />There was no hair on their bodies, which were of a very light yellowish-green color. In the adults, as I was to learn quite soon, this color deepens to an olive green and is darker in the male than in the female. Further, the heads of the adults are not so out of proportion to their bodies as in the case of the young.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/2849421776071513509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/07/the-celtics-delivered-nice-pack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2849421776071513509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2849421776071513509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/07/the-celtics-delivered-nice-pack.html' title='The Celtics delivered a nice pack'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUohmE2Hm1w/VXP1p-PtuxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/yKsdxlN02v4/s72-c/cars_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-2090820304720925110</id><published>2013-07-10T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:57.076-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="City"/><title type='text'>City Breaks – Ride to Amsterdam</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06keNFumy-E/VXP0UAEUmyI/AAAAAAAAAhI/WJwnhUDpZ00/s1600/city_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06keNFumy-E/VXP0UAEUmyI/AAAAAAAAAhI/WJwnhUDpZ00/s1600/city_2.jpg" /></a></div>Nor, at any time, by night or day could the mariners now step upon the deck, unless Ahab was before them; either standing in his pivot-hole, or exactly pacing the planks between two undeviating limits,—the main-mast and the mizen; or else they saw him standing in the cabin-scuttle,—his living foot advanced upon the deck, as if to step; his hat slouched heavily over his eyes; so that however motionless he stood, however the days and nights were added on, that he had not swung in his hammock; yet hidden beneath that slouching hat, they could never tell unerringly whether, for all this, his eyes were really closed at times; or whether he was still intently scanning them; no matter, though he stood so in the scuttle for a whole hour on the stretch, and the unheeded night-damp gathered in beads of dew upon that stone-carved coat and hat. The clothes that the night had wet, the next day's sunshine dried upon him; and so, day after day, and night after night; he went no more beneath the planks; whatever he wanted from the cabin that thing he sent for.<br /><br />He ate in the same open air; that is, his two only meals,—breakfast and dinner: supper he never touched; nor reaped his beard; which darkly grew all gnarled, as unearthed roots of trees blown over, which still grow idly on at naked base, though perished in the upper verdure. But though his whole life was now become one watch on deck; and though the Parsee's mystic watch was without intermission as his own; yet these two never seemed to speak—one man to the other—unless at long intervals some passing unmomentous matter made it necessary. Though such a potent spell seemed secretly to join the twain; openly, and to the awe-struck crew, they seemed pole-like asunder. If by day they chanced to speak one word; by night, dumb men were both, so far as concerned the slightest verbal interchange. At times, for longest hours, without a single hail, they stood far parted in the starlight; Ahab in his scuttle, the Parsee by the mainmast; but still fixedly gazing upon each other; as if in the Parsee Ahab saw his forethrown shadow, in Ahab the Parsee his abandoned substance.<br /><br />And yet, somehow, did Ahab—in his own proper self, as daily, hourly, and every instant, commandingly revealed to his subordinates,—Ahab seemed an independent lord; the Parsee but his slave. Still again both seemed yoked together, and an unseen tyrant driving them; the lean shade siding the solid rib. For be this Parsee what he may, all rib and keel was solid Ahab.<br />At the first faintest glimmering of the dawn, his iron voice was heard from aft,—"Man the mast-heads!"—and all through the day, till after sunset and after twilight, the same voice every hour, at the striking of the helmsman's bell, was heard—"What d'ye see?—sharp! sharp!"<br />But when three or four days had slided by, after meeting the children-seeking Rachel; and no spout had yet been seen; the monomaniac old man seemed distrustful of his crew's fidelity; at least, of nearly all except the Pagan harpooneers; he seemed to doubt, even, whether Stubb and Flask might not willingly overlook the sight he sought. But if these suspicions were really his, he sagaciously refrained from verbally expressing them, however his actions might seem to hint them.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/2090820304720925110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/07/city-breaks-ride-to-amsterdam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2090820304720925110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2090820304720925110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/07/city-breaks-ride-to-amsterdam.html' title='City Breaks – Ride to Amsterdam'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06keNFumy-E/VXP0UAEUmyI/AAAAAAAAAhI/WJwnhUDpZ00/s72-c/city_2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-4335944747471659427</id><published>2013-07-02T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:57.088-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Foods"/><title type='text'>Gluten-free Delights for Everyone</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SgA9Snkp9ok/VErrZyTPbSI/AAAAAAAAADg/_Ql-2ZcvDUY/s1600/strawberry-cakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SgA9Snkp9ok/VErrZyTPbSI/AAAAAAAAADg/_Ql-2ZcvDUY/s1600/strawberry-cakes.jpg" /></a></div>Look now at Stubb; a man who from his humorous, deliberate coolness and equanimity in the direst emergencies, was specially qualified to excel in pitchpoling. Look at him; he stands upright in the tossed bow of the flying boat; wrapt in fleecy foam, the towing whale is forty feet ahead. Handling the long lance lightly, glancing twice or thrice along its length to see if it be exactly straight, Stubb whistlingly gathers up the coil of the warp in one hand, so as to secure its free end in his grasp, leaving the rest unobstructed. Then holding the lance full before his waistband's middle, he levels it at the whale; when, covering him with it, he steadily depresses the butt-end in his hand, thereby elevating the point till the weapon stands fairly balanced upon his palm, fifteen feet in the air. He minds you somewhat of a juggler, balancing a long staff on his chin. Next moment with a rapid, nameless impulse, in a superb lofty arch the bright steel spans the foaming distance, and quivers in the life spot of the whale. Instead of sparkling water, he now spouts red blood.<br /><br />"That drove the spigot out of him!" cried Stubb. "'Tis July's immortal Fourth; all fountains must run wine today! Would now, it were old Orleans whiskey, or old Ohio, or unspeakable old Monongahela! Then, Tashtego, lad, I'd have ye hold a canakin to the jet, and we'd drink round it! Yea, verily, hearts alive, we'd brew choice punch in the spread of his spout-hole there, and from that live punch-bowl quaff the living stuff."<br /><br />Again and again to such gamesome talk, the dexterous dart is repeated, the spear returning to its master like a greyhound held in skilful leash. The agonized whale goes into his flurry; the tow-line is slackened, and the pitchpoler dropping astern, folds his hands, and mutely watches the monster die.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7zopF3yY5Xw/VErrTDXm_ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/daT2Qwb1PjI/s1600/5753259323_94d5813677_o-1078x516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7zopF3yY5Xw/VErrTDXm_ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/daT2Qwb1PjI/s1600/5753259323_94d5813677_o-1078x516.jpg" height="320" width="250" /></a></div>That for six thousand years—and no one knows how many millions of ages before—the great whales should have been spouting all over the sea, and sprinkling and mistifying the gardens of the deep, as with so many sprinkling or mistifying pots; and that for some centuries back, thousands of hunters should have been close by the fountain of the whale, watching these sprinklings and spoutings—that all this should be, and yet, that down to this blessed minute (fifteen and a quarter minutes past one o'clock P.M. of this sixteenth day of December, A.D. 1851), it should still remain a problem, whether these spoutings are, after all, really water, or nothing but vapour—this is surely a noteworthy thing.<br /><br />Let us, then, look at this matter, along with some interesting items contingent. Every one knows that by the peculiar cunning of their gills, the finny tribes in general breathe the air which at all times is combined with the element in which they swim; hence, a herring or a cod might live a century, and never once raise its head above the surface. But owing to his marked internal structure which gives him regular lungs, like a human being's, the whale can only live by inhaling the disengaged air in the open atmosphere. Wherefore the necessity for his periodical visits to the upper world. But he cannot in any degree breathe through his mouth, for, in his ordinary attitude, the Sperm Whale's mouth is buried at least eight feet beneath the surface; and what is still more, his windpipe has no connexion with his mouth. No, he breathes through his spiracle alone; and this is on the top of his head.<br /><br />If I say, that in any creature breathing is only a function indispensable to vitality, inasmuch as it withdraws from the air a certain element, which being subsequently brought into contact with the blood imparts to the blood its vivifying principle, I do not think I shall err; though I may possibly use some superfluous scientific words. Assume it, and it follows that if all the blood in a man could be aerated with one breath, he might then seal up his nostrils and not fetch another for a considerable time. That is to say, he would then live without breathing. Anomalous as it may seem, this is precisely the case with the whale, who systematically lives, by intervals, his full hour and more (when at the bottom) without drawing a single breath, or so much as in any way inhaling a particle of air; for, remember, he has no gills. How is this? Between his ribs and on each side of his spine he is supplied with a remarkable involved Cretan labyrinth of vermicelli-like vessels, which vessels, when he quits the surface, are completely distended with oxygenated blood. So that for an hour or more, a thousand fathoms in the sea, he carries a surplus stock of vitality in him, just as the camel crossing the waterless desert carries a surplus supply of drink for future use in its four supplementary stomachs. The anatomical fact of this labyrinth is indisputable; and that the supposition founded upon it is reasonable and true, seems the more cogent to me, when I consider the otherwise inexplicable obstinacy of that leviathan in HAVING HIS SPOUTINGS OUT, as the fishermen phrase it. This is what I mean. If unmolested, upon rising to the surface, the Sperm Whale will continue there for a period of time exactly uniform with all his other unmolested risings. Say he stays eleven minutes, and jets seventy times, that is, respires seventy breaths; then whenever he rises again, he will be sure to have his seventy breaths over again, to a minute. Now, if after he fetches a few breaths you alarm him, so that he sounds, he will be always dodging up again to make good his regular allowance of air. And not till those seventy breaths are told, will he finally go down to stay out his full term below. Remark, however, that in different individuals these rates are different; but in any one they are alike. Now, why should the whale thus insist upon having his spoutings out, unless it be to replenish his reservoir of air, ere descending for good? How obvious is it, too, that this necessity for the whale's rising exposes him to all the fatal hazards of the chase. For not by hook or by net could this vast leviathan be caught, when sailing a thousand fathoms beneath the sunlight. Not so much thy skill, then, O hunter, as the great necessities that strike the victory to thee!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/4335944747471659427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/07/gluten-free-delights-for-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/4335944747471659427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/4335944747471659427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/07/gluten-free-delights-for-everyone.html' title='Gluten-free Delights for Everyone'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SgA9Snkp9ok/VErrZyTPbSI/AAAAAAAAADg/_Ql-2ZcvDUY/s72-c/strawberry-cakes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-1148340989085189938</id><published>2013-06-07T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:57.141-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Phone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Technology"/><title type='text'>Learning technology firm goes for growth</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26lg7r3VHF8/VEl1TA94rJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sgmeCK1C29E/s1600/HTC-One-2014-vs-2013-comparison-video-1074x483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26lg7r3VHF8/VEl1TA94rJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sgmeCK1C29E/s1600/HTC-One-2014-vs-2013-comparison-video-1074x483.jpg" height="284" width="640" /></a></div>All right. Well, take care yourself. I guess that’s what you’re best, presence old master? A tremor in the Force. The last time felt it was in the presence of my old master. I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link to finding their secret base. A tremor in the Force. The last time I felt it was in the presence of my old master.<br /><br />Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him. I can’t get involved! I’ve got work to do! It’s not that I like the Empire, I hate it, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now. It’s such a long way from here. I call it luck. You are a part of the Rebel Alliance and a traitor! Take her away!<br /><br /><blockquote>Design is not just what it looks like and feels like. Design is how it works.</blockquote>The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. Leave that to me. Send a distress signal, and inform the Senate that all on board were killed. Red Five standing by.<br /><br />I find your lack of faith disturbing. A tremor in the Force. The last time I felt it was in the presence of my old master. Hey, Luke! May the Force be with you. Red Five standing by. Red Five standing by. Your eyes can deceive you. Don’t trust them.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXEldusbA5A/VEl1UHLY-qI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oA_wTiDW-Kg/s1600/iphone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXEldusbA5A/VEl1UHLY-qI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oA_wTiDW-Kg/s1600/iphone.jpg" height="408" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New iPhone 6 arrived today</td></tr></tbody></table>Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid. I find your lack of faith disturbing. The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. As you wish.<br /><br />The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. In my experience, there is no such thing as luck. Red Five standing by.<br /><br /><blockquote>Thanks for looking at our theme.</blockquote>I need your help, Luke. She needs your help. I’m getting too old for this sort of thing. Oh God, my uncle. How am I ever gonna explain this? As you wish. Escape is not his plan. I must face him, alone. You mean it controls your actions?<br /><br />Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him. The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. Ye-ha! The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyDhohk2xuw/VEl1YWN_kwI/AAAAAAAAABA/tZDaRA3nNb4/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyDhohk2xuw/VEl1YWN_kwI/AAAAAAAAABA/tZDaRA3nNb4/s1600/photo.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photoshoot portrait outdoor</td></tr></tbody></table>Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid. I find your lack of faith disturbing.<br /><br />The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. As you wish.<br /><br />Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him. The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. Ye-ha! The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.<br /><br />The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. In my experience, there is no such thing as luck. Red Five standing by.<br /><br />I need your help, Luke. She needs your help. I’m getting too old for this sort of thing. Oh God, my uncle.<br /><br />A tremor in the Force. The last time I felt it was in the presence of my old master. I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link to finding their secret base. Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him.<br /><br />I need your help, Luke. She needs your help. I’m getting too old for this sort of thing. Red Five standing by. Don’t be too proud of this technological terror you’ve constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force. The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.<br /><br />All right. Well, take care of yourself, Han. I guess that’s what you’re best at, ain’t it? A tremor in the Force. The last time I felt it was in the presence of my old master. I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link to finding their secret base. A tremor in the Force. The last time I felt it was in the presence of my old master.<br /><br />Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him. I can’t get involved! I’ve got work to do! It’s not that I like the Empire, I hate it, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now. It’s such a long way from here. I call it luck. You are a part of the Rebel Alliance and a traitor! Take her away!<br /><br />Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid. I find your lack of faith disturbing. The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. As you wish.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mS89V4r0KPk/VEl1XhA-vUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OIFTOTY5vEo/s1600/street-207x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mS89V4r0KPk/VEl1XhA-vUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OIFTOTY5vEo/s1600/street-207x300.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just going down the street</td></tr></tbody></table>The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. In my experience, there is no such thing as luck. Red Five standing by.<br /><br />You are a part of the Rebel Alliance and a traitor! Take her away! Red Five standing by. All right. Well, take care of yourself, Han. I guess that’s what you’re best at, ain’t it? Alderaan? I’m not going to Alderaan. I’ve got to go home. It’s late, I’m in for it as it is.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/1148340989085189938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/06/learning-technology-firm-goes-for-growth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1148340989085189938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1148340989085189938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/06/learning-technology-firm-goes-for-growth.html' title='Learning technology firm goes for growth'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26lg7r3VHF8/VEl1TA94rJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sgmeCK1C29E/s72-c/HTC-One-2014-vs-2013-comparison-video-1074x483.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-4037992946247300348</id><published>2013-06-04T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-11T16:46:57.153-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="People"/><title type='text'>Fashion trends 2013 making style</title><content type='html'><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hg-ct7sio6w/VXP1dLA83hI/AAAAAAAAAjg/a_rvZ-0Y2lA/s1600/people_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hg-ct7sio6w/VXP1dLA83hI/AAAAAAAAAjg/a_rvZ-0Y2lA/s1600/people_2.jpg" height="350" width="640" /></a></div><br />I wondered why these agile creatures required connecting bridges between the trees, but later when I saw the motley aggregation of half-savage beasts which they kept within their village I realized the necessity for the pathways. There were a number of the same vicious wolf-dogs which we had left worrying the dyryth, and many goatlike animals whose distended udders explained the reasons for their presence.<br /><br />My guard halted before one of the huts into which I was pushed; then two of the creatures squatted down before the entrance—to prevent my escape, doubtless. Though where I should have escaped to I certainly had not the remotest conception. I had no more than entered the dark shadows of the interior than there fell upon my ears the tones of a familiar voice, in prayer.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Perry!" I cried. "Dear old Perry! Thank the Lord you are safe."</blockquote><br />"David! Can it be possible that you escaped?" And the old man stumbled toward me and threw his arms about me.<br /><br />He had seen me fall before the dyryth, and then he had been seized by a number of the ape-creatures and borne through the tree tops to their village. His captors had been as inquisitive as to his strange clothing as had mine, with the same result. As we looked at each other we could not help but laugh.<br />"With a tail, David," remarked Perry, "you would make a very handsome ape."<br /><br />"Maybe we can borrow a couple," I rejoined. "They seem to be quite the thing this season. I wonder what the creatures intend doing with us, Perry. They don't seem really savage. What do you suppose they can be? You were about to tell me where we are when that great hairy frigate bore down upon us—have you really any idea at all?"<br /><br />"Yes, David," he replied, "I know precisely where we are. We have made a magnificent discovery, my boy! We have proved that the earth is hollow. We have passed entirely through its crust to the inner world."<br /><br />"Perry, you are mad!"<br /><br />"Not at all, David. For two hundred and fifty miles our prospector bore us through the crust beneath our outer world. At that point it reached the center of gravity of the five-hundred-mile-thick crust. Up to that point we had been descending—direction is, of course, merely relative. Then at the moment that our seats revolved—the thing that made you believe that we had turned about and were speeding upward—we passed the center of gravity and, though we did not alter the direction of our progress, yet we were in reality moving upward—toward the surface of the inner world. Does not the strange fauna and flora which we have seen convince you that you are not in the world of your birth? And the horizon—could it present the strange aspects which we both noted unless we were indeed standing upon the inside surface of a sphere?"</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/4037992946247300348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/06/fashion-trends-2013-making-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/4037992946247300348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/4037992946247300348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/06/fashion-trends-2013-making-style.html' title='Fashion trends 2013 making style'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hg-ct7sio6w/VXP1dLA83hI/AAAAAAAAAjg/a_rvZ-0Y2lA/s72-c/people_2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-2241190201384379471</id><published>2013-03-11T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T09:19:23.678-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entertainment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motion Design"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies"/><title type='text'>Nor is It at All Prudent for The Hunter to be Over</title><content type='html'> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_z85eLWrJE/UIj2lo0vLhI/AAAAAAAAGNg/F4mybK7-Kvo/s1600/22+(2).jpg" class="left"> <img height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_z85eLWrJE/UIj2lo0vLhI/AAAAAAAAGNg/F4mybK7-Kvo/s320/22+(2).jpg" width="225" /> </a><p>Nor is it at all prudent for the hunter to be over curious touching the precise nature of the whale spout. It will not do for him to be peering into it, and putting his face in it. You cannot go with your pitcher to this fountain and fill it, and bring it away. For even when coming into slight contact with the outer, vapoury shreds of the jet, which will often happen, your skin will feverishly smart, from the acridness of the thing so touching it. And I know one, who coming into still closer contact with the spout, whether with some scientific object in view, or otherwise, I cannot say, the skin peeled off from his cheek and arm. Wherefore, among whalemen, the spout is deemed poisonous; they try to evade it. Another thing; I have heard it said, and I do not much doubt it, that if the jet is fairly spouted into your eyes, it will blind you. The wisest thing the investigator can do then, it seems to me, is to let this deadly spout alone.</p> <p>Still, we can hypothesize, even if we cannot prove and establish. My hypothesis is this: that the spout is nothing but mist. And besides other reasons, to this conclusion I am impelled, by considerations touching the great inherent dignity and sublimity of the Sperm Whale; I account him no common, shallow being, inasmuch as it is an undisputed fact that he is never found on soundings, or near shores; all other whales sometimes are. He is both ponderous and profound. And I am convinced that from the heads of all ponderous profound beings, such as Plato, Pyrrho, the Devil, Jupiter, Dante, and so on, there always goes up a certain semi-visible steam, while in the act of thinking deep thoughts. While composing a little treatise on Eternity, I had the curiosity to place a mirror before me; and ere long saw reflected there, a curious involved worming and undulation in the atmosphere over my head. The invariable moisture of my hair, while plunged in deep thought, after six cups of hot tea in my thin shingled attic, of an August noon; this seems an additional argument for the above supposition.</p> <a class="right" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77bRCV9xoOc/UIJiWk3Kh0I/AAAAAAAAGCM/3gGkIF5vNe0/s1600/410_133.jpg"> <img height="184" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77bRCV9xoOc/UIJiWk3Kh0I/AAAAAAAAGCM/3gGkIF5vNe0/s320/410_133.jpg" width="320" /> </a><p>And how nobly it raises our conceit of the mighty, misty monster, to behold him solemnly sailing through a calm tropical sea; his vast, mild head overhung by a canopy of vapour, engendered by his incommunicable contemplations, and that vapour&mdash;as you will sometimes see it&mdash;glorified by a rainbow, as if Heaven itself had put its seal upon his thoughts. For, d'ye see, rainbows do not visit the clear air; they only irradiate vapour. And so, through all the thick mists of the dim doubts in my mind, divine intuitions now and then shoot, enkindling my fog with a heavenly ray. And for this I thank God; for all have doubts; many deny; but doubts or denials, few along with them, have intuitions. Doubts of all things earthly, and intuitions of some things heavenly; this combination makes neither believer nor infidel, but makes a man who regards them both with equal eye.</p><p>Other poets have warbled the praises of the soft eye of the antelope, and the lovely plumage of the bird that never alights; less celestial, I celebrate a tail.</p><blockquote>Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat.</blockquote><ul id="test"> <li>Nor is it at all prudent for the hunter to be over curious touching the precise nature of the whale spout</li><li> It will not do for him to be peering into it, and putting his face in it</li><li> You cannot go with your pitcher to this fountain and fill it, and bring it away</li><li> For even when coming into slight contact with the outer, vapoury shreds of the jet, which will often happen, your skin will feverishly smart, from the acridness of the thing so touching it</li><li> And I know one, who coming into still closer contact with the spout, whether with some scientific object in view, or otherwise, I cannot say, the skin peeled off from his cheek and arm</li><li> Wherefore, among whalemen, the spout is deemed poisonous; they try to evade it</li> </ul> <ol> <li>For Tharks they were wildly enthusiastic, and before another half hour had passed twenty mounted messengers were speeding across dead sea bottoms to call the hordes together for the expedition</li><li> In three days we were on the march toward Zodanga, one hundred thousand strong, as Tars Tarkas had been able to enlist the services of three smaller hordes on the promise of the great loot of Zodanga</li><li> At the head of the column I rode beside the great Thark while at the heels of my mount trotted my beloved Woola</li><li> We traveled entirely by night, timing our marches so that we camped during the day at deserted cities where, even to the beasts, we were all kept indoors during the daylight hours</li> </ol> <br /> <h1>Example Heading 1</h1> <h2>Example Heading 2</h2> <h3>Example Heading 3</h3> <h4>Example Heading 4</h4> <h5>Example Heading 5</h5> <h6>Example Heading 6</h6> <br /> <div class="sevidatabs"> <div data-tab="Tab-1">Now, as many Sperm Whales had been captured off the western coast of Java, in the near vicinity of the Straits of Sunda; indeed, as most of the ground, roundabout, was generally recognised by the fishermen as an excellent spot for cruising; therefore, as the Pequod gained more and more upon Java Head, the look-outs were repeatedly hailed, and admonished to keep wide awake. But though the green palmy cliffs of the land soon loomed on the starboard bow, and with delighted nostrils the fresh cinnamon was snuffed in the air, yet not a single jet was descried. Almost renouncing all thought of falling in with any game hereabouts, the ship had well nigh entered the straits, when the customary cheering cry was heard from aloft, and ere long a spectacle of singular magnificence saluted us.</div> <div data-tab="Tab-2">Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat.</div> <div data-tab="Tab-3">Broad on both bows, at the distance of some two or three miles, and forming a great semicircle, embracing one half of the level horizon, a continuous chain of whale-jets were up-playing and sparkling in the noon-day air. Unlike the straight perpendicular twin-jets of the Right Whale, which, dividing at top, fall over in two branches, like the cleft drooping boughs of a willow, the single forward-slanting spout of the Sperm Whale presents a thick curled bush of white mist, continually rising and falling away to leeward.</div> <div data-tab="Tab-4">Crowding all sail the Pequod pressed after them; the harpooneers handling their weapons, and loudly cheering from the heads of their yet suspended boats. If the wind only held, little doubt had they, that chased through these Straits of Sunda, the vast host would only deploy into the Oriental seas to witness the capture of not a few of their number. And who could tell whether, in that congregated caravan, Moby Dick himself might not temporarily be swimming, like the worshipped white-elephant in the coronation procession of the Siamese! So with stun-sail piled on stun-sail, we sailed along, driving these leviathans before us; when, of a sudden, the voice of Tashtego was heard, loudly directing attention to something in our wake.</div></div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/2241190201384379471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/03/nor-is-it-at-all-prudent-for-hunter-to.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2241190201384379471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2241190201384379471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/03/nor-is-it-at-all-prudent-for-hunter-to.html' title='Nor is It at All Prudent for The Hunter to be Over'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_z85eLWrJE/UIj2lo0vLhI/AAAAAAAAGNg/F4mybK7-Kvo/s72-c/22+(2).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-592555543592998698</id><published>2013-02-28T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-08-17T17:40:18.995-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports"/><title type='text'>But The Suddenly Started Pequod</title><content type='html'><p>"Not forged!" and snatching Perth's levelled iron from the crotch, Ahab held it out, exclaiming&mdash;"Look ye, Nantucketer; here in this hand I hold his death! Tempered in blood, and tempered by lightning are these barbs; and I swear to temper them triply in that hot place behind the fin, where the White Whale most feels his accursed life!"</p> <p>"Then God keep thee, old man&mdash;see'st thou that"&mdash;pointing to the hammock&mdash;"I bury but one of five stout men, who were alive only yesterday; but were dead ere night. Only THAT one I bury; the rest were buried before they died; you sail upon their tomb." Then turning to his crew&mdash;"Are ye ready there? place the plank then on the rail, and lift the body; so, then&mdash;Oh! God"&mdash;advancing towards the hammock with uplifted hands&mdash;"may the resurrection and the life&mdash;"</p> <p>"Brace forward! Up helm!" cried Ahab like lightning to his men.</p><a class="left" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xGCX2o95wnw/UXbcbY09keI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Z-EQpxEU-j8/s1600/marcfolio-headphones02.jpg"><img height="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xGCX2o95wnw/UXbcbY09keI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Z-EQpxEU-j8/s320/marcfolio-headphones02.jpg" width="320"></a><p>But the suddenly started Pequod was not quick enough to escape the sound of the splash that the corpse soon made as it struck the sea; not so quick, indeed, but that some of the flying bubbles might have sprinkled her hull with their ghostly baptism.</p> <p>As Ahab now glided from the dejected Delight, the strange life-buoy hanging at the Pequod's stern came into conspicuous relief.</p> <p>"Ha! yonder! look yonder, men!" cried a foreboding voice in her wake. "In vain, oh, ye strangers, ye fly our sad burial; ye but turn us your taffrail to show us your coffin!"</p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/592555543592998698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/02/but-suddenly-started-pequod.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/592555543592998698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/592555543592998698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/02/but-suddenly-started-pequod.html' title='But The Suddenly Started Pequod'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xGCX2o95wnw/UXbcbY09keI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Z-EQpxEU-j8/s72-c/marcfolio-headphones02.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-1145669103487908801</id><published>2013-02-27T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-11-22T08:46:18.753-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Web Design"/><title type='text'>What is It That in The Albino Man so Peculiarly</title><content type='html'><a class="left" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibToT-BW9yw/UIj3fI-idnI/AAAAAAAAGNo/M0upwRqkYUs/s1600/24+(2).jpg" ><img height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibToT-BW9yw/UIj3fI-idnI/AAAAAAAAGNo/M0upwRqkYUs/s320/24+(2).jpg" width="320" /></a><p>But how had the mystic thing been caught? Whisper it not, and I will tell; with a treacherous hook and line, as the fowl floated on the sea. At last the Captain made a postman of it; tying a lettered, leathern tally round its neck, with the ship's time and place; and then letting it escape. But I doubt not, that leathern tally, meant for man, was taken off in Heaven, when the white fowl flew to join the wing-folding, the invoking, and adoring cherubim!</p> <p>Most famous in our Western annals and <a href="#">test link</a> Indian traditions is that of the White Steed of the Prairies; a magnificent milk-white charger, large-eyed, small-headed, bluff-chested, and with the dignity of a thousand monarchs in his lofty, overscorning carriage. He was the elected Xerxes of vast herds of wild horses, whose pastures in those days were only fenced by the Rocky Mountains and the Alleghanies. At their flaming head he westward trooped it like that chosen star which every evening leads on the hosts of light. The flashing cascade of his mane, the curving comet of his tail, invested him with housings more resplendent than gold and silver-beaters could have furnished him. A most imperial and archangelical apparition of that unfallen, western world, which to the eyes of the old trappers and hunters revived the glories of those primeval times when Adam walked majestic as a god, bluff-browed and fearless as this mighty steed. Whether marching amid his aides and marshals in the van of countless cohorts that endlessly streamed it over the plains, like an Ohio; or whether with his circumambient subjects browsing all around at the horizon, the White Steed gallopingly reviewed them with warm nostrils reddening through his cool milkiness; in whatever aspect he presented himself, always to the bravest Indians he was the object of trembling reverence and awe. Nor can it be questioned from what stands on legendary record of this noble horse, that it was his spiritual whiteness chiefly, which so clothed him with divineness; and that this divineness had that in it which, though commanding worship, at the same time enforced a certain nameless terror.</p><a class="right" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rvxMVjyd840/UBP1txN2MRI/AAAAAAAAADg/iokDB6U74J0/s1600/7.jpg" ><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rvxMVjyd840/UBP1txN2MRI/AAAAAAAAADg/iokDB6U74J0/s1600/7.jpg" /></a><p>But there are other instances where this whiteness loses all that accessory and strange glory which invests it in the White Steed and Albatross.</p> <blockquote>What is it that in the Albino man so peculiarly repels and often shocks the eye, as that sometimes he is loathed by his own kith and kin! It is that whiteness which invests him, a thing expressed by the name he bears. The Albino is as well made as other men&mdash;has no substantive deformity&mdash;and yet this mere aspect of all-pervading whiteness makes him more strangely hideous than the ugliest abortion. Why should this be so?</blockquote> <p>Nor, in quite other aspects, does Nature <a href="http://themeforest.net/user/satankmkr/portfolio">link again with longer anchor text</a> in her least palpable but not the less malicious agencies, fail to enlist among her forces this crowning attribute of the terrible. From its snowy aspect, the gauntleted ghost of the Southern Seas has been denominated the White Squall. Nor, in some historic instances, has the art of human malice omitted so potent an auxiliary. How wildly it heightens the effect of that passage in Froissart, when, masked in the snowy symbol of their faction, the desperate White Hoods of Ghent murder their bailiff in the market-place!</p> <p>Nor, in some things, does the common, hereditary experience of all mankind fail to bear witness to the supernaturalism of this hue. It cannot well be doubted, that the one visible quality in the aspect of the dead which most appals the gazer, is the marble pallor lingering there; as if indeed that pallor were as much like the badge of consternation in the other world, as of mortal trepidation here. And from that pallor of the dead, we borrow the expressive hue of the shroud in which we wrap them. Nor even in our superstitions do we fail to throw the same snowy mantle round our phantoms; all ghosts rising in a milk-white fog&mdash;Yea, while these terrors seize us, let us add, that even the king of terrors, when personified by the evangelist, rides on his pallid horse.</p> <p>Therefore, in his other moods, symbolize whatever grand or gracious thing he will by whiteness, no man can deny that in its profoundest idealized significance it calls up a peculiar apparition to the soul.</p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/1145669103487908801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/02/what-is-it-that-in-albino-man-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1145669103487908801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/1145669103487908801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/02/what-is-it-that-in-albino-man-so.html' title='What is It That in The Albino Man so Peculiarly'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibToT-BW9yw/UIj3fI-idnI/AAAAAAAAGNo/M0upwRqkYUs/s72-c/24+(2).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-982191786788927259</id><published>2013-02-22T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-04-23T12:24:01.649-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><title type='text'>Crowding All Sail The Pequod</title><content type='html'><p>But how now? in this zoned quest, does Ahab touch no land? does his crew drink air? Surely, he will stop for water. Nay. For a long time, now, the circus-running sun has raced within his fiery ring, and needs no sustenance but what's in himself. So Ahab. Mark this, too, in the whaler. While other hulls are loaded down with alien stuff, to be transferred to foreign wharves; the world-wandering whale-ship carries no cargo but herself and crew, their weapons and their wants. She has a whole lake's contents bottled in her ample hold. She is ballasted with utilities; not altogether with unusable pig-lead and kentledge. She carries years' water in her. Clear old prime Nantucket water; which, when three years afloat, the Nantucketer, in the Pacific, prefers to drink before the brackish fluid, but yesterday rafted off in casks, from the Peruvian or Indian streams. Hence it is, that, while other ships may have gone to China from New York, and back again, touching at a score of ports, the whale-ship, in all that interval, may not have sighted one grain of soil; her crew having seen no man but floating seamen like themselves. So that did you carry them the news that another flood had come; they would only answer&mdash;"Well, boys, here's the ark!"</p> <p>Now, as many Sperm Whales had been captured off the western coast of Java, in the near vicinity of the Straits of Sunda; indeed, as most of the ground, roundabout, was generally recognised by the fishermen as an excellent spot for cruising; therefore, as the Pequod gained more and more upon Java Head, the look-outs were repeatedly hailed, and admonished to keep wide awake. But though the green palmy cliffs of the land soon loomed on the starboard bow, and with delighted nostrils the fresh cinnamon was snuffed in the air, yet not a single jet was descried. Almost renouncing all thought of falling in with any game hereabouts, the ship had well nigh entered the straits, when the customary cheering cry was heard from aloft, and ere long a spectacle of singular magnificence saluted us.</p><a class="right" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvEFxumIEO4/UXbfOOcNU4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9X_vUKaP5jw/s1600/ranfirefly01.jpg"><img height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvEFxumIEO4/UXbfOOcNU4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9X_vUKaP5jw/s400/ranfirefly01.jpg" width="400"></a><p>But here be it premised, that owing to the unwearied activity with which of late they have been hunted over all four oceans, the Sperm Whales, instead of almost invariably sailing in small detached companies, as in former times, are now frequently met with in extensive herds, sometimes embracing so great a multitude, that it would almost seem as if numerous nations of them had sworn solemn league and covenant for mutual assistance and protection. To this aggregation of the Sperm Whale into such immense caravans, may be imputed the circumstance that even in the best cruising grounds, you may now sometimes sail for weeks and months together, without being greeted by a single spout; and then be suddenly saluted by what sometimes seems thousands on thousands.</p> <p>Broad on both bows, at the distance of some two or three miles, and forming a great semicircle, embracing one half of the level horizon, a continuous chain of whale-jets were up-playing and sparkling in the noon-day air. Unlike the straight perpendicular twin-jets of the Right Whale, which, dividing at top, fall over in two branches, like the cleft drooping boughs of a willow, the single forward-slanting spout of the Sperm Whale presents a thick curled bush of white mist, continually rising and falling away to leeward.</p> <p>Seen from the Pequod's deck, then, as she would rise on a high hill of the sea, this host of vapoury spouts, individually curling up into the air, and beheld through a blending atmosphere of bluish haze, showed like the thousand cheerful chimneys of some dense metropolis, descried of a balmy autumnal morning, by some horseman on a height.</p> <p>As marching armies approaching an unfriendly defile in the mountains, accelerate their march, all eagerness to place that perilous passage in their rear, and once more expand in comparative security upon the plain; even so did this vast fleet of whales now seem hurrying forward through the straits; gradually contracting the wings of their semicircle, and swimming on, in one solid, but still crescentic centre.</p> <p>Crowding all sail the Pequod pressed after them; the harpooneers handling their weapons, and loudly cheering from the heads of their yet suspended boats. If the wind only held, little doubt had they, that chased through these Straits of Sunda, the vast host would only deploy into the Oriental seas to witness the capture of not a few of their number. And who could tell whether, in that congregated caravan, Moby Dick himself might not temporarily be swimming, like the worshipped white-elephant in the coronation procession of the Siamese! So with stun-sail piled on stun-sail, we sailed along, driving these leviathans before us; when, of a sudden, the voice of Tashtego was heard, loudly directing attention to something in our wake.</p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/982191786788927259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/02/crowding-all-sail-pequod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/982191786788927259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/982191786788927259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/02/crowding-all-sail-pequod.html' title='Crowding All Sail The Pequod'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvEFxumIEO4/UXbfOOcNU4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9X_vUKaP5jw/s72-c/ranfirefly01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-2734364278507809531</id><published>2013-02-20T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-04-23T10:15:08.568-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Graphic Design"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motion Design"/><title type='text'>The Other Plan Must be Carried Out</title><content type='html'><a class="left" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7LMyDuWpIJ4/UWcphBAvAuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TI0KhypkX10/s1600/ComputerDesktopWallpapersCollection369_030.jpg" ><img height="200" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7LMyDuWpIJ4/UWcphBAvAuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TI0KhypkX10/s320/ComputerDesktopWallpapersCollection369_030.jpg" /></a><p>The time seemed long; the guide ever and anon left them to take an observation on the edge of the wood, but the guards watched steadily by the glare of the torches, and a dim light crept through the windows of the pagoda.</p> <p>They waited till midnight; but no change took place among the guards, and it became apparent that their yielding to sleep could not be counted on. The other plan must be carried out; an opening in the walls of the pagoda must be made. It remained to ascertain whether the priests were watching by the side of their victim as assiduously as were the soldiers at the door.</p> <p>After a last consultation, the guide announced that he was ready for the attempt, and advanced, followed by the others. They took a roundabout way, so as to get at the pagoda on the rear. They reached the walls about half-past twelve, without having met anyone; here there was no guard, nor were there either windows or doors.</p> <p>The night was dark. The moon, on the wane, scarcely left the horizon, and was covered with heavy clouds; the height of the trees deepened the darkness.</p> <p>It was not enough to reach the walls; an opening in them must be accomplished, and to attain this purpose the party only had their pocket-knives. Happily the temple walls were built of brick and wood, which could be penetrated with little difficulty; after one brick had been taken out, the rest would yield easily.</p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/2734364278507809531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-other-plan-must-be-carried-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2734364278507809531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/2734364278507809531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-other-plan-must-be-carried-out.html' title='The Other Plan Must be Carried Out'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7LMyDuWpIJ4/UWcphBAvAuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TI0KhypkX10/s72-c/ComputerDesktopWallpapersCollection369_030.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-652174202241954554</id><published>2013-02-14T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-08-17T17:39:55.865-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motion Design"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Web Design"/><title type='text'>Lazarus Lived after His Resurrection</title><content type='html'><a class="left" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLu1tjY-yAo/UIj4RMJygMI/AAAAAAAAGNw/QXdSHI5aeyc/s1600/32+(2).jpg" ><img height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLu1tjY-yAo/UIj4RMJygMI/AAAAAAAAGNw/QXdSHI5aeyc/s320/32+(2).jpg" width="268" /></a><p>Here then, from three impartial witnesses, I had a deliberate statement of the entire case. Considering, therefore, that squalls and capsizings in the water and consequent bivouacks on the deep, were matters of common occurrence in this kind of life; considering that at the superlatively critical instant of going on to the whale I must resign my life into the hands of him who steered the boat&mdash;oftentimes a fellow who at that very moment is in his impetuousness upon the point of scuttling the craft with his own frantic stampings; considering that the particular disaster to our own particular boat was chiefly to be imputed to Starbuck's driving on to his whale almost in the teeth of a squall, and considering that Starbuck, notwithstanding, was famous for his great heedfulness in the fishery; considering that I belonged to this uncommonly prudent Starbuck's boat; and finally considering in what a devil's chase I was implicated, touching the White Whale: taking all things together, I say, I thought I might as well go below and make a rough draft of my will. "Queequeg," said I, "come along, you shall be my lawyer, executor, and legatee."</p><p>It may seem strange that of all men sailors should be tinkering at their last wills and testaments, but there are no people in the world more fond of that diversion. This was the fourth time in my nautical life that I had done the same thing. After the ceremony was concluded upon the present occasion, I felt all the easier; a stone was rolled away from my heart. Besides, all the days I should now live would be as good as the days that Lazarus lived after his resurrection; a supplementary clean gain of so many months or weeks as the case might be. I survived myself; my death and burial were locked up in my chest. I looked round me tranquilly and contentedly, like a quiet ghost with a clean conscience sitting inside the bars of a snug family vault.</p><a class="right" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OfGV00Osjg/UBP059Qg-bI/AAAAAAAAADQ/j53FvmJPkeU/s1600/19.jpg" ><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OfGV00Osjg/UBP059Qg-bI/AAAAAAAAADQ/j53FvmJPkeU/s1600/19.jpg" /></a><p>Now then, thought I, unconsciously rolling up the sleeves of my frock, here goes for a cool, collected dive at death and destruction, and the devil fetch the hindmost.</p> <p>"Who would have thought it, Flask!" cried Stubb; "if I had but one leg you would not catch me in a boat, unless maybe to stop the plug-hole with my timber toe. Oh! he's a wonderful old man!"</p> <p>"I don't think it so strange, after all, on that account," said Flask. "If his leg were off at the hip, now, it would be a different thing. That would disable him; but he has one knee, and good part of the other left, you know."</p> <blockquote>I don't know that, my little man; I never yet saw him kneel.</blockquote> <p>Among whale-wise people it has often been argued whether, considering the paramount importance of his life to the success of the voyage, it is right for a whaling captain to jeopardize that life in the active perils of the chase. So Tamerlane's soldiers often argued with tears in their eyes, whether that invaluable life of his ought to be carried into the thickest of the fight.</p> <p>But with Ahab the question assumed a modified aspect. Considering that with two legs man is but a hobbling wight in all times of danger; considering that the pursuit of whales is always under great and extraordinary difficulties; that every individual moment, indeed, then comprises a peril; under these circumstances is it wise for any maimed man to enter a whale-boat in the hunt? As a general thing, the joint-owners of the Pequod must have plainly thought not.</p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/652174202241954554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/02/lazarus-lived-after-his-resurrection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/652174202241954554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/652174202241954554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/02/lazarus-lived-after-his-resurrection.html' title='Lazarus Lived after His Resurrection'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLu1tjY-yAo/UIj4RMJygMI/AAAAAAAAGNw/QXdSHI5aeyc/s72-c/32+(2).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-4829921149774288874</id><published>2013-01-31T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-08-17T17:39:14.086-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports"/><title type='text'>Forthwith Flashes of Actual Flame</title><content type='html'>Flutter, flutter, went the flag, first to the right, then to the left. It was too far for me to recognise anyone there, but afterwards I learned that Ogilvy, Stent, and Henderson were with others in this attempt at communication. This little group had in its advance dragged inward, so to speak, the circumference of the now almost complete circle of people, and a number of dim black figures followed it at discreet distances.<br />Suddenly there was a flash of light, and a quantity of luminous greenish smoke came out of the pit in three distinct puffs, which drove up, one after the other, straight into the still air.<br />This smoke (or flame, perhaps, would be the better word for it) was so bright that the deep blue sky overhead and the hazy stretches of brown common towards Chertsey, set with black pine trees, seemed to darken abruptly as these puffs arose, and to remain the darker after their dispersal. At the same time a faint hissing sound became audible.<br /><a class="left" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJsLTBmY9ZU/UXbiKx1jdaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/i9rMuOigAl4/s1600/thomas07-synthetic-bass.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJsLTBmY9ZU/UXbiKx1jdaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/i9rMuOigAl4/s320/thomas07-synthetic-bass.jpg" height="226" width="320" /></a><br />Beyond the pit stood the little wedge of people with the white flag at its apex, arrested by these phenomena, a little knot of small vertical black shapes upon the black ground. As the green smoke arose, their faces flashed out pallid green, and faded again as it vanished. Then slowly the hissing passed into a humming, into a long, loud, droning noise. Slowly a humped shape rose out of the pit, and the ghost of a beam of light seemed to flicker out from it.<br />Forthwith flashes of actual flame, a bright glare leaping from one to another, sprang from the scattered group of men. It was as if some invisible jet impinged upon them and flashed into white flame. It was as if each man were suddenly and momentarily turned to fire.<br />Then, by the light of their own destruction, I saw them staggering and falling, and their supporters turning to run.<br />I stood staring, not as yet realising that this was death leaping from man to man in that little distant crowd. All I felt was that it was something very strange. An almost noiseless and blinding flash of light, and a man fell headlong and lay still; and as the unseen shaft of heat passed over them, pine trees burst into fire, and every dry furze bush became with one dull thud a mass of flames. And far away towards Knaphill I saw the flashes of trees and hedges and wooden buildings suddenly set alight.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/4829921149774288874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/01/forthwith-flashes-of-actual-flame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/4829921149774288874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/4829921149774288874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/01/forthwith-flashes-of-actual-flame.html' title='Forthwith Flashes of Actual Flame'/><author><name>ivythemes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpcYTo6I8TU/UAI7DHpB50I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-rWv_4Ko3w/s220/avatku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJsLTBmY9ZU/UXbiKx1jdaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/i9rMuOigAl4/s72-c/thomas07-synthetic-bass.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023967840853224638.post-9042490886012531166</id><published>2013-01-25T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-04-23T10:15:08.582-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motion Design"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Web Design"/><title type='text'>The Fact that Barsoomian Architecture is Extremely Ornate</title><content type='html'><a class="left" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVMHzln6-YE/UWcnhp46N5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nqi9VgZP0c8/s1600/ComputerDesktopWallpapersCollection355_016.jpg" ><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVMHzln6-YE/UWcnhp46N5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nqi9VgZP0c8/s320/ComputerDesktopWallpapersCollection355_016.jpg" height="200" width="320"/></a><p>It was a long climb up the face of the building, and one fraught with much danger, but there was no other way, and so I essayed the task. The fact that Barsoomian architecture is extremely ornate made the feat much simpler than I had anticipated, since I found ornamental ledges and projections which fairly formed a perfect ladder for me all the way to the eaves of the building. Here I met my first real obstacle. The eaves projected nearly twenty feet from the wall to which I clung, and though I encircled the great building I could find no opening through them.</p><p>The top floor was alight, and filled with soldiers engaged in the pastimes of their kind; I could not, therefore, reach the roof through the building.</p><p>There was one slight, desperate chance, and that I decided I must take&mdash;it was for Dejah Thoris, and no man has lived who would not risk a thousand deaths for such as she.</p><p>Clinging to the wall with my feet and one hand, I unloosened one of the long leather straps of my trappings at the end of which dangled a great hook by which air sailors are hung to the sides and bottoms of their craft for various purposes of repair, and by means of which landing parties are lowered to the ground from the battleships.</p><p>I swung this hook cautiously to the roof several times before it finally found lodgment; gently I pulled on it to strengthen its hold, but whether it would bear the weight of my body I did not know. It might be barely caught upon the very outer verge of the roof, so that as my body swung out at the end of the strap it would slip off and launch me to the pavement a thousand feet below.</p><p>An instant I hesitated, and then, releasing my grasp upon the supporting ornament, I swung out into space at the end of the strap. Far below me lay the brilliantly lighted streets, the hard pavements, and death. There was a little jerk at the top of the supporting eaves, and a nasty slipping, grating sound which turned me cold with apprehension; then the hook caught and I was safe.</p></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/feeds/9042490886012531166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-fact-that-barsoomian-architecture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/9042490886012531166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9023967840853224638/posts/default/9042490886012531166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevida-satankmkr.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-fact-that-barsoomian-architecture.html' title='The Fact that Barsoomian Architecture is Extremely 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