Tuesday, December 14, 2010

I Think I Need A Stomach Cleansing

words and evil

Le tract of grève, to have kept. In my most recent way to look for evidence of the tangible intangible thing, work. No longer content myself invisible thoughts, random, axes against the skull in the dark nights of Sunday to Monday. To exit. Pierce the bone. Do find it laughable ploy to take this leaflet in a pocket of purple, writing on one side. Read it, breathe it, leave it on the kitchen table, the back and see and feel the weight of words, the insignificance of the paper, to be something, something existing.

strike. At noon, see the picket at the gate on arrival at the canteen. Fire. Pallets unavoidable waiting to be burned. Printing an open horizontal on the carpet of grass, even fire can not manage to climb, discrete flames. Yet men standing less than ten, the two unions flags fluttering in the icy wind. How a union could decide the manufacture of such flags whose value can only be protest, stashed in the middle of a demonstration or placed in the background of a picket line. Management - and quite a bit of window-frames asses - take offense, because the fact of ensuring such flags indicating the refusal to negotiate. They, the union, seeing rather a sign of transparency. Disagree, then show it to everyone outside the walls of a padded office marked by subtle and multiplied the wheels of negotiation.

Tempted for a moment to go through the parking lot and then no, do not leak, do not try avoiding this misunderstanding while feeling so close. And why? Prefer men standing in small square in front of tons of brick, the arrogance of the building and symbol of prosperity. Prosperity for all except for one who, standing in the cold, hands in pockets and pushing the tip of a board foot for hand-burned in the fire. Nearer. Some objects invisible land in cartons, certainly firecrackers, horns. FR3 put a camera on the tarmac. Search the journalist. In discussing this group of three? Two others turned against me. Nonchalantly throw in my direction. One sure the leaflet on purple paper to give me. How many times this couple having repeated the same moves since this morning, thrown under the calm leg jeans, brown leather low shoes scraping the asphalt, making the leaf clumsy, with big fingers on the top of the package? Hello. Hello. And then nothing, they already turning his head to repeat the gesture to other entrants and I lowered mine to read the paper protest. Communicate in writing, no word exchanged, beaten beforehand, me and them, as if nobody believed a grain harvest this strike.

But remember a few walkouts largest and joy taking those rounded up in the office and deciding to follow the growing cohort of disaffected, foaming hallway after hallway, room after room. And immediately, the mood became cheerful schoolboy, printing to thumb its nose at his head and apologized immediately, with all respect. All for two or three days, and fun to see those who, at the foot of the wall, not daring to join the Fayot, the shy, they are revealing. Remember this colleague, beautiful woman, not noticed before and placed in front of everyone, like the one bearing the flag, in the air on the triumphal arch or banknotes. After the merriment, often takes the fatigue quickly and bothered office deciding to return to their chairs, angry at being pushed around, and resigned from their bad mood on their colleagues. But in these times, however, each spoke to his neighbor and not just leaflets. Some discussions going away, bluffing involved in life. Do not let them. What to do to eat for lunch? Him (and pointing or name) is a supporter of power. Me, tournedos, prefer them cooked.

So there, for any dialogue, kowtow and read the leaflet (and now able to read since having kept something tangible). Title: the full cup! The literature of anger with exclamation points, the quips, phrases sharp as razors, sour stomach, words outraged. Each paragraph starts with an arrow as an array of arguments for the player and see if the complainants being fooled. Still do not remember. Do not know the claims. Too many words borrowed from the Company insipid and meaningless. The sentences explaining why the strike and which service is concerned, but drag on mannerisms that box inoculated to its employees by the method Coue. Quickly forget the words: optimization, cross-functional, fitness-effective traffic, deployment, merge, challenges, characteristics. Forget the language union, the phrases do: sacrifice on the altar of the economy, abusive excesses. Retain only the words of weariness, adverbs often spoken, seldom written, and thank the writer for having swarming here: the conjunction "and" placed in front of each paragraph, the noise of a drop of water to overflow over the Goblet of title; expressions: as always, the very least, time to say stop, deserve better than contempt. In "to a significant further deterioration in working conditions" does look as "significant" as important and something that is printed every day in the memories, the bitterness notable one day while out in front of the fire pallets.

Party after meals in the canteen. Have not gone before them. The wind with the force and pennants flapping in the wind, the men standing behind the gate guessed.
extract Central Thierry Beinstingel

Epson Cx3200 Dia Scannen

Happy Holidays New Year to all ...

.. . I fly to other climes and not find you in early 2011.

With this picture of snowy lighthouse and seagull I leave you. It will leave a taste of Britain but will prolong the pleasure with oysters, lobsters, prawns, I have no doubt ... Kenavo




If the opportunity presents itself to me, I will pass on your blogs but will not publish during this period. Whatever the circumstances, this does not prevent me to have a thought for you to accompany me regularly on this blog. Hugs warm

A click on the photo and it will sparkle with thousands of lights ...

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Local Minnetonka Moccasin Retailers

Birds Garden .... The Snows of Kilimanjaro

....... without specifying what a garden! No doubt you will recognize mine. These are the only long enough to take pose to reach and to be photographed because he can not fly ... lol .. The others come from exotic locations visited by my son. These photos belong to him.



























Ames hearted .... especially if you intend to open the photo and look at the details:



We leave these flamingos. A click on the picture, it does not raise your heart:


Wednesday, December 8, 2010

How To Fix A Zipper That Zipped Unevenly

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.... You tell me you're tired of seeing the snow and you have what you need in your gardens or on roads. I understand but this snow does not she dream?



You have arrived ....



Branch Hotel and Gardens:





An overview of the room and the bathroom. Are you satisfied? I'd say it's simple and sober ...




But it's my lucky son of newly arrived under 34 ° ... Back in the reserve that we had not seen the full last time.

The reception committee is still there:



All animals are waiting for you except one poor baby warthog who served meals to the lioness:

























It is time for his flight like the eagle on top, stay and visit are already completed:




In my next post, I promise you pictures of birds breathtaking. You remember how much I suck for photographing our feathered friends. You will see the progress I've made ... lol ..
soon