Why deleting just isnt enough Still I Rise | Academy of American Poets Maya Angelou was born Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928. She grew up in St. Louis and Stamps, Arkansas. She was an author, poet, historian, songwriter, playwright, dancer, stage and screen producer, director, performer, singer, and civil rights activist. She was best known for her autobiographical books: Mom & Me & Mom (Random House, 2013); Letter to My Daughter (2008); All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes (1986); The Heart of a Woman (1981); Singin’ and Swingin’ and Gettin’ Merry Like Christmas (1976); Gather Together in My Name (1974); and I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969), which was nominated for the National Book Award. Among her volumes of poetry are A Brave and Startling Truth (Random House, 1995); The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (1994); Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now (1993); Now Sheba Sings the Song (1987); I Shall Not Be Moved (1990); Shaker, Why Don’t You Sing? In 1959, at the request of Dr.
Slow Motion Dancing for Japan This completely mesmerizing dance video was created by the music/dance group World Order which is led by former martial artist Genki Sudo. Intended as a message of hope, you can find Genki Sudo’s message to the Japanese and the world in these trying times below the video. “The unprecedented disasters unfolding in Japan; earthquakes, tsunami, and nuclear explosions, will somehow change things to come. Genki Sudo Ð⊘Ñ⊘Ñ⊘ви впеÑ⊘аÑ⊘лениÑ⊘ оÑ⊘ IMAP на Gmail | katsarov Начало > Други > Първи впечатления от IMAP на Gmail За първи път използвам IMAP протокола и честно казано съм доста разочарован. Цял ден се опитвам да настроя Thunderbird и Windows Live Mail Beta да работят нормално и да си получа пощата. Първо Thunderbird-а забиваше при всеки опит за обновяване на някоя папка, после WLMb отказваше да изпраща писмата при което отново се ориентирах към Thunderbird… е… настроих го да не забива, освен когато се опита човек да изтрие повечко писма. Скоростта му на триене на писмата е ужасна, незнам на кое се дължи проблема, но определено може да е доста неприятна процедура (и най-вече бавна). В последствие се оказа, че при някои пощенски клиенти, които работят с IMAP е невъзможно да се виждат писма писани на кирилица (без значение какъв енкодинг ползвате)… при малко по-щателно ровене не само кирилицата е проблем, още няколко енкодинга не работели. Ако все още не сте преминали на IMAP… не бързайте да триете старите си настройки… може да ви потрябват
Do not stand at my grave and weep Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep is a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Although the origin of the poem was disputed until later in her life, Mary Frye's authorship was confirmed in 1998 after research by Abigail Van Buren, a newspaper columnist.[1] Full text[edit] Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on the snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. Origins[edit] Mary Frye, who was living in Baltimore at the time, wrote the poem in 1932. Mary Frye circulated the poem privately, never publishing or copyrighting it. The poem was introduced to many in Britain when it was read by the father of a soldier killed by a bomb in Northern Ireland. BBC poll[edit] ... Rocky J.
Un hombre y su hijo ataron un iPhone a un globo y filmaron la Tierra desde la estratósfera - Internacional Un globo viajó a la estratósfera y filmó la Tierra | Foto: YouTube Un hombre y su hijo de siete años lograron enviar un iPhone 4 y una cámara de video al espacio para filmar un video de la Tierra desde la estratósfera. Y lo consiguieron con un sistema bien casero: ataron la cámara a un pequeño globo meteorológico, guiada por el GPS del iPhone, superando así de fácil a las grandes agencias espaciales. Luke Geissbühler no tiene ninguna formación científica especial, trabaja como camarógrafo en unos estudios cinematográficos, le gusta la astronomía y vive en Nueva York. Cuando el globo reventó por alcanzar su máxima altura, un paracaídas casero llevó el improvisado "paquete de observación" de nuevo al suelo, donde Luke y el pequeño Max lo esperaron. El globo superó los 10.000 o 12.000 metros, la altura en la que se mueven los vuelos comerciales, pese a que Luck no se imaginó que su "invento" lograra llegar tan lejos. Padre e hijo pasaron el resto de la tarde buscando el globo.
Googles Secret CameraCar Armada Sighted (GPS Magazine) Hidden deep in Mountain View, CA is Google's secret lair of specially modified Chevy Cobalt cars, equipped with roof-mounted cameras capable of shooting 360° photos. But why? According to one intrepid tipster's account, published on Gizmodo, there were around 30 such vehicles, parked waiting to do Google's bidding. I suppose if you're going to expand your legion of terror, the Chevy Cobalt is as good a vehicle as any. If You Had A Penis Growing From Your Elbow, You'd Probably Want To Cut It Off... The first time I ever touched someone else’s breasts, it was like discovering the seven wonders of the sexual world. The great pyramid of “God this shit is awesome.” Sometimes people ask me when I knew I was queer. I’m pretty sure I knew before I touched the boob, but after the boob, oh after the boob, everything was made clear to me. One boob, two boob, big boob, small boob to hold them in my hands or mouth or feel them pressed against my chest. I am a certified boob enthusiast! I love the back arch, the small sigh. Sometimes people ask me when I knew I was transgender. My body is something I can only love from afar, a mistress I can only caress in secret; it is death by way of choking. I tell myself that top surgery is expensive; it’s dangerous, the backaches from binding aren’t really all that bad. And I don’t want to hate my body for this. My best friend asks me why I want top surgery, a voluntary double mastectomy. these days, I can only love my chest like a good cry.