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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
I was hacked
Hey everyone, this is Bondo. I am so sorry but it seems my email and address book got hacked and sent out this "Dear Friend" email which is a scam. Please ignore it and forgive me. I am checking out how this happened and hope that you don't receive anything else.
I'm so sorry.
Best,
Bondo
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Please allow me to introduce a network sales company for you which has
very large development potential.
It owns many network sales agent rights of wellknown brand commodity.
Our scope of business touchs on autocar, computer, TV, mobile
telephone and others.
If you are interested in these,please contact www.unsico.info you
would get a lot of unforeseen harvests.
best regard.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
एम्प्ति
This is such a fun TEDtalk. If you don't know TED.com, you will have fun with it. Go. And I just want to share this one for now. It makes me happy to listen to, and it makes me happy to share the idea of EMPATHY and how that works to start off the new year. Happy New Year friends!
http://www.ted.com/talks/vs_ramachandran_the_neurons_that_shaped_civilization.html?awesm=on.ted.com_495Y
ps, I don't know why the title to this post is written in that language ... but it's cool. I'll leave it be.
http://www.ted.com/talks/vs_ramachandran_the_neurons_that_shaped_civilization.html?awesm=on.ted.com_495Y
ps, I don't know why the title to this post is written in that language ... but it's cool. I'll leave it be.
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Poem of the day (or whenever I change it)
"Odysseus"
Always the setting forth was the same,
Same sea, same dangers waiting for him
As though he had got nowhere but older.
Behind him on the receding shore
The identical reproaches, and somewhere
Out before him, the unravelling patience
He was wedded to. There were the islands
Each with its woman and twining welcome
To be navigated, and one to call ``home.''
The knowledge of all that he betrayed
Grew till it was the same whether he stayed
Or went. Therefore he went. And what wonder
If sometimes he could not remember
Which was the one who wished on his departure
Perils that he could never sail through,
And which, improbable, remote, and true,
Was the one he kept sailing home to?
By: W.S.Merwin
Always the setting forth was the same,
Same sea, same dangers waiting for him
As though he had got nowhere but older.
Behind him on the receding shore
The identical reproaches, and somewhere
Out before him, the unravelling patience
He was wedded to. There were the islands
Each with its woman and twining welcome
To be navigated, and one to call ``home.''
The knowledge of all that he betrayed
Grew till it was the same whether he stayed
Or went. Therefore he went. And what wonder
If sometimes he could not remember
Which was the one who wished on his departure
Perils that he could never sail through,
And which, improbable, remote, and true,
Was the one he kept sailing home to?
By: W.S.Merwin