... - Nië - DR

Demain, la semaine prochaine, beaucoup de monde va partir en vacances, le coeur léger, le corps aussi, prêts à aller bronzer sur la plage ou au somment d'une montagne. D'autres seront plus légers dans leur voiture, mais avec la conscience lourde.... ou pas...

Comme chaque été, des milliers de chiens et de chats vont être abandonnés... Pour les plus chanceux, ce sera un lâche noeud de la laisse autour des grilles d'un refuge, d'autres seront retrouvés sur des aires de repos de l'autoroute du soleil, certains en plein forme, d'autres en piteux état...

Rappelez vous la campagne de la fondation "30 millions d'amis" de l'an dernier. Elle m'avait touchée à un point...
        

Prendre un animal, que ce soit un chien, un chat, un hamster, c'est prendre des responsabilités! Je pense qu'aujourd'hui les maîtres indignes ne sont pas assez punis. Vous vous imaginez laisser un enfant sur une aire d'autoroute, juste parce que votre location de vacances et prévue pour 2 et pas 3? Je ne compare pas enfant et animal, je compare les responsabilités qu'on a avec les deux! Responsabilités que trop souvent, en ce qui concerne les animaux, les gens ocultent dès l'acquisition de l'animal, ou oublient peu à peu.

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Voila un post qui est important pour moi. Vous trouverez des infos, des chiens à adopter, des chats aussi sur le site de 30 millions d'amis, ainsi qu'une carte de france des hotels et plages qui acceptent les chiens!

ah et c'etait pas un billet sponsorisé!

8 The LORD will fulfill his purpose for me;
your love, O LORD, endures forever—
do not abandon the works of your hands.

The belief that God has a purpose for me helps give vision.  This vision is what drives me to walk in the light of the Lord.  I have the belief that I am purposed for something great; that at some point I will accomplish something extraordinary.  This belief helps give shape to my vision, but it does not complete my vision.  I can not even say my vision is complete at this point, and it may not be for some time.  My vision may not be complete until I do accomplish something great, and only then will I know my purpose.

For now I must remain aware and ready for the Lord to work.  I must be patient, and realize it is not my position to know His will and purpose.  It may be decades before I fully realize my vision and purpose.

The number "8," placed upon its side, is the symbol for infinity (as perhaps many of us remember from the Schoolhouse Rock song). And if we think of the Schoolhouse Rock video that accompanies the song, in which a young girl, as day rolls calmly into night, quietly ice skates in quiet "figure eights," perhaps we associate infinity with a stilling of time into divine wholeness.

But what happens when MC Escher turns the symbol for infinity into a gridded mobius strip, and runs ants over it? What is it now?

For me, it feels not so much like the blissful ice skater of Schoolhouse Rock, or William Blake's "moving image of eternity," and more like a symbol of eternal entrapment, as Joseph K. might feel while under arrest in Franz Kafka's novel, The Trial, or as Dosoevsky imagined, in The Brothers Karamazov, of the terror of finding, not God, but a spider at the beginning of creation.

Escher's image is visually suggestive of why most people, against compelling reason, and the consensus of scientists, instinctively resist belief in evolution. Evolution seems to turn the symbol of infinity away from an anthropomorphic god who sees all things at once, and is in control, and makes existence into a blind mechanism upon which inhuman forces move. Like entering a roach motel, once you crawl into the evolutionary universe, many fear that you can't crawl out again. Escher's mobius strip is the mechanism of infinity stripped of its gleam and mystery. It is the Wizard of Oz's curtain tugged back by Toto. It exposes the realm of the rationalized and the Kafkaesque, where nonhuman-sized bureaucracies, Dostoevskian spiders, and Escher ants make the world go.

If God does not exist, Escher's mobius strip threatens to become the rack on which the body of humankind is crucified, or to which Prometheus is chained and abandoned.  

On each side of the road stood proudly old plane trees whom shaded their beheaded siblings. They were both a joyful and sad sight. There were no regular pattern despite the many resemblance, but it felt like the frontier between life and death was non existent...
one light, the other shadow...
one living tree for a dead one...
like one was keeping an eye on the other...
It felt morbid!
Furthermore, the hide and seek game that played the sun with the clouds accentuated the gloomy feeling I perceived from the place.

Beyond the plane trees stood two ranks of empty houses that reflected one another from one side of the road to the other. I had no fear in my heart as I walked on this fine edge that was the road... Only now that I think and write about it, the dizziness comes to my head...
For a few seconds I wondered how this tiny neighbourhood used to be; how was it behind the now closed shutters; I could almost hear the laughter of distant children playing with what could have been a swing. My mind did not dwell too long on it though... indeed, the present caught up with the past and all I could see was life and death dancing under the sun on a windy rhythm.

I was the only human which represented life as it was there... today however, wild flowers and weeds had become masters... little by little, nature was reclaiming a piece of land that mankind had borrowed not so long ago. The picture was a bit sad as the houses, giants of concrete, would never host people again... as I was contemplating, I heard what sounded like a creaking swing... I turned and probably moved one step towards the noise: it stopped... it was undoubtedly a bird, I thought... yes, but what kind? My imagination started racing, yet my mind was so absorbed in this passive observation that it focused again on the houses...

How was it inside nowadays?
Was there anything left from human civilization except for the walls and rare cables? Could they be renovated so life as one knows it would take over once more? If it could... should it?
I suddenly sensed rather than saw that the interior would look like the outdoors... not even concrete could prevent wild life to bloom. I smiled. I was sad that no humans were living there anymore because I believed that many could have enjoyed the surroundings; on the other hand my heart rejoiced to the idea that no matter what, life prevailed even a few feet away from death...
life part of death and death part of life...

© Claire Perez E.
[Paintings of Life]

Art ought to portray our hopes and longings.  It ought to lead us into questions about why we're here and life's purpose.  While art can be about any of the concerns of mankind, it ought sometimes to be about wonder and delight and celebration.  And nobody knows how to celebrate life like a child does.

If we look at children and watch what they do with complete spontaneity and abandon, we should ask ourselves what they know that we don't.  Or what they know that we've forgotten.  Children are true connoisseurs of living.  Whenever I see a child play, it reminds me that I've good cause to be thankful.  A child's world is real joie de vivre.

[Top of the post:  Drawing of Two Boos  by Aletha Kuschan]

So.. Tonight I arrived back from Auckland.. I slept in till 11:15am, lol so I'm not too tired.

I've been talking to George (g-bear, gummy bear, Mr. george, etc..) on yahoo & bebo.. and he is well.. he is amazing.. and even that word cannot describe him well enough for my liking but I'm cold and my brain is a tad slow.. LOL. He lives in the UK and we have been talking for a year and a half.. he really is so just freakin' awesome.. he is the most caring sweetest guy I've ever known, we talk to each other about soo much and its just so cool that he trusts me with stuff he tells me.. and that I trust him with stuff no one else knows either.

ANYWAY tonight we were talking about what his Bebo Profile says.. "I Want Someone To Love.. Who Loves Me Just As I Love Them.. Is It So Much To Ask For?.." So I then commented him and said:

Anna: I love you like a bee loves a flower 

*giggles*

George: Bee's Scare Me ):

Love You

Anna: awww

they scare me too ... but shhh dont tell anyone

i was just trying to show the greatness of my love for you mr. george
cause a bee loves a flower.. a lot tbh.

George: Aww Yays ^^

I Love You To (:

Anna: do you loves me like i loves you?

giggles

George: YesYes I Do (:

xo

Anna: then it answers your profile mr. george..

but i know what you really mean though..

tbh..

your absolutely amazing, and you deserve the best of the best & sometimes the best things in life you have to wait for.. and I KNOW that waiting is the hardest part of it all, but atleast when the best comes.. you will realize that it was worth the wait, the lonelyness, the pain, the tears, & the days where you just wanted someone, anyone , the perfect person to walk into your life and that day never seems to come.. but trust me george.. that day will come.. I promise you. 

a.

So after I said that, it kinda got me going.. and since then I have been thinking about it a lot and just.. writing more down.. Because I know what george is feeling.. and I guess you could say I know it a little too well .. but To ANYONE who reads this (part from lizzy and chris ;) lol hehe)  I know that its hard its really hard.. but I'm positive that one day it will change and whatever.. whoever I'm waiting for.. whether it be real love or it be the perfect man or the whole in my heart from my mother abandoning me and hurting me filled.. I know that when what I'm waiting for comes.. all those nights crying myself to sleep over lost love, or past hurts it will be worth it.. and thats what I'm looking forward to.. I know that whatever we all go through there is some kind of light at the end of the tunnel.. but more importantly there is hope for that light..

I've only just begun realizing and believing in that thanks to a very good friend of mine, Ana. She has given me so much hope, the kind of hope you can never lose.. that you can never be without ever again. She is my angel. She has given me glow-in-the-dark stars to light my way to the end of the tunnel.. even when I'm alone, in the dark tunnel, scared and maybe lost my way I can just look to the ceiling and see the stars and know there is hope.. there is going to be a day where it will be better.. it will all be better..

Signing Off.

A.

WhereToIndia

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Photo Courtesy:- Vinayak (lighttripper)

I get a very strange feeling when I see old dilapidated houses. I mean for me, there is only home and not house. So when I see old ruins of abandonment, I see abandoned homes. This photo also gives a very sad and haunted feeling juxtaposed with mystery.
I am so intrigued by this photo that I feel like going and knocking on the door where people once came and were welcomed by the lady of the house. I want to go inside and touch the walls which echoed the shrill cries of a playful child. The courtyard where grandmother must have put mangoes to dry for pickle. The bathroom which troubled mother with a leaking tap. All has been left behind, the bricks peeping through the walls in hope…just in case…

Old houses are like old parents, children grow up and leave behind old parents. This house also has been left behind by its owners, unkempt, uncared for, alone…

Local authorities offered few specifics as to why they decided on Thursday to stop checking identification for every person driving into a neighborhood in Northeast DC, but they claimed the mission was a success because there were no shootings in the neighborhood, known as Trinidad, during the six days the checkpoints were in place. On Wednesday night, eight people, including an 11-year-old girl, were shot elsewhere in the city; none died.

The Washington Post reports that some local officials criticized the heavy-handed police tactics and noted that such authoritarian approaches would be unlikely to decrease crime overall.

The program, in which all drivers must justify their purpose for being in a targeted area, has been criticized by civil rights groups, D.C. council members and residents who said police are overstepping their power.

"As crime occurs elsewhere in this city, they're going to have to go back to community policing," said council member Phil Mendelson (D-At Large), who is holding a hearing Monday on the initiative.

"Checkpoints aren't going to stop crime," Mendelson said.

Under community policing strategies, officers work with residents to find solutions. Lanier did not seek community input before launching the checkpoint, a source of complaint from some residents. But other residents praised the effort.

The checkpoint plan followed other civil liberties-unfriendly proposals from DC police struggling to quell violent crime in the city. Previous proposals included a venture that would have had police going door-to-door in rough neighborhoods asking residents to "voluntarily" submit to warrantless searches of their homes. That plan was temporarily abandoned after citizen complaints, but police are moving forward with a plan to centrally network and continuously monitor thousands of closed-circuit video cameras throughout the city.

Police decided to shut down the checkpoint just a day after they said they would extend them through the weekend. Local blog DCist notes the confusion probably wasn't the best way to inspire confidence in the police.

"Way to make everyone feel like this thing has been well thought out, guys," the blog quips.
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You said You kw me
better than i kw myself

today if You love me
come near
today if You are there
as You said You will be
be real
today in my tears
silent screams
mournful dreams
hold me
if
You love me
as You said You do

he said he loved me
fed me sweet lies
i foolishly believed
then he left me to die

in my ashes now, dare i believe You?

today if You care
as You said You do
comfort me
and give me
hope
once more

today 
will You give me courage
once more
to believe?

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French Kicks - 'Abandon'

I've never heard of "modded pop" before, but if it's typified by the flitting, lo-fi production and soaring melodies on display here, I'll be doing my best to find more.

French Kicks are a NY-based garage-pop-indie band who have been going for 10 years strong. Following repeated line-up changes, the band have recently released their fourth album, Swimming which can be streamed over at their MySpace.

Official site

Photo by ecosmo69

-- Billionaire and former third party presidential candidate, Ross Perot, in a scathing article on John McCain's shady first marriage. To read this article and get the story on McCain's "character" click HERE. For a guy running on conservative values, he's completely inferior to Obama. Women who are voting for him because of their sour grapes over Hillary are retarded. He's a misogynistic adulterer.

((Andrew Sullivan used the same quote in his blog, I just found out. I love when I think like him. He's my hero.))

It was also my 5 year anniversary this weekend and I still haven't seen my hubby.  He is called away on work so much these days, so when the opportunity arose I considered it far less pathetic to be away from home without him this weekend than alone at home.  I'm very thankful for the retreat as it was refreshing for various reasons.  Today on the return flight I'll admit fighting discouragement (probably just a repressed missing sensation mingled with fatigue), considering the pointed truth that if marriage were truly about one person's needs being met, what an utter waste of time the whole ordeal would be.  I suppose similarly with faith work at a pregnancy center, or a ministry of sowing seeds,  marriage calls us to a humble abandonment of self for the ultimate glory of His kingdom.  Of course, certainly I hope and imagine all here have experienced months or years far more mutually beneficial than other seasons, but in those times that are of the "forbearing and believing" kind, the primary motivation is a confidence in the steadfast promise of the Covenant keeper.  Heidi once shared in an email - "His faithfulness, His promise keeping, is the paradigm in which we keep our promises."  I will never forget this, as it was hand-delivered at a time I needed to hear it far more than she knew.

Emily Dickinson is one of my favorite poets, to a fault because I rarely read others.  I very much enjoy "The Wife" and have been thinking on her perspective this weekend.  While she was never married, she certainly grasped the concept and honor behind the commitment.  This is not meant in any stretch to portray a sense of martyrdom around a woman's position in the family, as I think we can all agree that marriage has been quite quite good to us.   Rather, ours is a supporting role central to his success (however God may measure it) and a crucial reflection of the union between Christ and the church.  (You mean, it's not all about me? *smiley*)  Quite possible Dickinson was reflecting on that parallel as well...

The Wife.

She rose to his requirement, dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the honorable work
Of woman and of wife.

If aught she missed in her new day
Of amplitude, or awe,
Or first perspective, or the gold
In using wore away,

It lay unmentioned, as the sea
Develops pearl and weed,
But only to himself is known
The fathoms they abide.

Forgive my humbled reflection, merely framing some note-worthy poems and quotes.  Still, I learned this weekend there's courage to be gained through transparency.   I must prepare for Bup's return... 

I wrote this in my journal last night after hanging out with some other girls.  I found such freedom in being able to talk about what happened nearly six months ago with people who had been through long-term, committed relationships that ended.  Being able to talk about how a ring was picked out, a date set, not having that person to call, that it gets better, boys, moving on, and the like.  I gulped in a big breath of fresh air and felt a little bit of myself come alive again.  Yet, I'm such a cry later kind of girl.  I'll embrace the situation, hold the tears back and then once I'm alone BAM the tears flow.  As the tears streamed down my face I found myself sending this text:

"I didn't give up on him right?"

I wrote the text intending to ask if she thought that I had done everything I could to help him, to stay with him, to fight for us, to not give up on him, to not "abandon" him, ect.  For some reason lately this concept has haunted me. My mind runs to the "You could have done more.  You weren't enough.  You abandoned him like everyone else."

My friend, on the other hand, understood the text to mean that I was telling her that I hadn't give up on him/us yet.  Or to put that another way, I'm still holding out for him.  To which her response was why wouldn't you give up on him?

In many ways, I have let go of the promises, hopes and dreams that surrounded our relationship.  I am slowly letting the truth seep into my life and opening my eyes to the light.  I do not sit around pining away by any means, yet I still feel the ache in my heart.  In the words of Jewel: "Dreams last for so long even after you're gone."

The conjunction of these two thought lines lead me to this:

"I didn't give up on him.  He gave up on me, on us."

I fought, I cried, I clung, I pleaded, I called, I waited. I wanted honesty and the honesty was that he had moved on, we were over, we are over.  So now I let go, move on, see truth, pray. And in the end, "I wish you well, I wish you well, on this trip to find yourself, I wish you well, wish I could help, but I can't help you find yourself."  

Wind howls, glass panes rattle, separate

me from the outside world – hot and humid;

I’d step out on the ledge if they opened,

just for a breath of air not over-cooled.

I’d drink in the atmosphere, relishing

freedom in space all around me – heaven

to beat the hell out of where I’m sitting,

trapped by responsibility, not joy.

Curtain covered windows block my escape,

even the brief glimpses offered by this

glass cage high in the ivory tower

don’t satisfy this desire to run.

I would dance with the storm-scattered debris,

relish it with abandon – if only…

Les médias vont sûrement laisser s'écouler de plus amples détails sur les révélations qu'a fait Stéphane Sirois au journaliste Julian Sher, du Globe and Mail, mais le titre qu'a lancé le site LCN fait mention que Julie Couillard serait déjà morte si Sirois ne l'avait pas épousée.  La question que je me pose, maintenant, est à savoir... si elle en sait tant que cela.  Si c'était le cas, elle serait probablement déjà morte, qu'elle soit l'épouse de Sirois ou non.

Toute cette affaire me donne l'impression que Julie Couillard n'est rien d'autre qu'une "brasseuse de merde" compulsive; elle aime se coller à la racaille, question de profiter des avantages, puis elle se pousse quand elle sent venir la soupe chaude, laisse retomber la poussière, pour mieux revenir par la suite.  Elle a bien enterré Gilles Giguère, après tout, ce qui ne l'a pas empêché d'épouser Sirois par la suite.  Elle s'est aperçue que "un ministre, ça n'a pas d'argent"?  Elle l'a "flushé"!  Va-t-elle continuer à donner des entrevues, dans le but de rétablir sa "dignité", ou bien va-t-elle tout abandonner ici pour aller vivre en République Dominicaine, elle aussi?  Après tout, elle est une "pauvre victime des médias", qui se sont acharnés sur elle comme la misère sur le pauvre monde.  Autre preuve de ce constat; la Presse canadienne révélait hier que Julie Couillard aurait été vue avec un proche de Maurice "Mom" Boucher.

Toujours est-il que mes prédictions se révèlent encore assez proches de la vérité; la descente aux enfers de madame Couillard se poursuit...

Ok, so basically, the idea of the video is to build consumer trust so that they continue to shop with you, continue to TRUST you and how you treat their information, and therefore, don't abandon their shopping carts -- euphemism for leaving a site before buying anything.

Anyway, I had the opportunity -- more like I made myself -- to speak to Liberty, the Cart Whisperer, and interview him for a bit. He wondered why I wasn't writing anything down, and I said I could remember it -- I lied to a man I knew for less than a minute. He tested my mental agility with the question, "What's 5 and 7?" Little does he know I've had practice in basic math...racing Terry and a calculator at Chiles. In my defense, I had a reason to -- he cajoled me into taking a picture with him, which I had declined right from the beginning. I wonder what power point slide it'll show up on. Oy.

Anyway, he's the Cart Whisper. He knows how to speak to them, to get them to "trust" him, and basically, get them to fulfill a transaction. He gathers them up, fixes them on his 10-acre parking lot in Utah, where they can roam free before being returned home -- to the markets.

His favorite carts are from New Jersey. "Oh really? I'm from there." "REALLY?! You have the best carts! They're squeaky and full of attitude. You put something in, and they throw it right back at you." No clue.

Although he doesn't know how many people he's affected, Liberty believes he's making a positive impact: "Next time you see an abandoned cart, you'll feel sorry for it right?" Sure. "See, there's one person." -- Although, I'm not sure if what he meant was that I'll feel sorry and then buy something because ... that kind of guilt doesn't work with me. I'm only guilted into a purchase when someone looks at me...

When it comes down to it, I'm really happy about the sweatshirt I got.

NoMoreAbandonedCarts.com

De drama lui Gabriel nu s-ar fi aflat poate niciodată, dacă nu ar fi ajuns la Secţia de Boli Contagioase a Spitalului Judeţean Mavromati, din Botoşani. Copilul a făcut o indigestie, iar mama sa l-a adus la spital.

O dată ce l-a văzut internat, femeia a dispărut fără urmă, abandonându-l într-un salon. Medicii care au grijă de Gabriel sunt şocaţi. Copilul cântăreşte 100 de kg, la o înălţime de doar 1,30 m.

“Avea 101 kg când s-a internat. A mai pierdut vreo 2 kg în urma tratamentului. E un copil desfigurat şi nu credem că mai poate fi recuperat decât prin operaţie, eventual”, spune dr. Daniela Chisăliţă, medic pediatru.

Problemele lui Gabriel au început acum patru ani, când tatăl său a murit. Băieţelul şi cei şase fraţi ai săi au rămas în grija mamei. Locuiau într-o casă de la marginea localităţii Tudora. În urmă cu doi ani, Gabriel a rămas singur cu mama. Toţi fraţii săi au fost daţi la stat.

El nu a ajuns la orfelinat, pentru că mama sa nu a vrut să piardă pensia de handicapat, pe care o încasează lunar de pe urma lui. Ieri, băieţelul trebuia externat, dar femeia nu a fost de găsit, pentru că nu a mai dat pe la spital de două zile.

sursa: Cancan

Parfois les blessures d'amour-propre et le chagrin conduisent au désespoir. Le désespoir peut mener à l'abandon. Quand tu te sens désespéré, ton ego s'abandonne et tu constates qu'aucun des anciens schémas ne fonctionne. Quand tu te permets de t'abandonner réellement et de vivre entièrement ton désespoir, il s'ensuit un nouveau niveau d'abandon à l'univers qui t'apporte paix et nouvel espoir.

Je m'abandonne à l'univers

I've given you several hundreds of dollars over the years for work, but for some reason now when things need to be fixed on my website you disappear.

Sadly this seems to be a common trend for me when dealing with web designers.

I've got a nonprofit organization and am doing my best to pay all my designers what they are worth, but you'd think they could at least be kind enough to respond to issues with the websites they create and hosting they provide.

Paul F Davis - international speaker and author

http://www.PaulFDavis.com

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