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pareizo vārdu, ko rakstīt
nezinu secību īsto
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pareizo vārdu, ko rakstīt
nezinu secību īsto
nezinu pieturas zīmes
1 draudzīgas piebildes | Var draudzīgi iebilst
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(bez virsraksta) @ 00:41nezinu itin nevienu pareizo vārdu, ko rakstīt nezinu secību īsto nezinu pieturas zīmes 1 draudzīgas piebildes | Var draudzīgi iebilst cit??ts @ 00:48"Var rīkoties šādi (tas prasa 5 minūtes): Ar 18 mm urbi izurbj ieslīpu, 2 centimetrus dziļu caurumu bērza stumbrā mazliet virs zemes. No urbuma tūlīt sāk tecēt sula. Izurbtajā caurumā ievieto plastmasas caurulīti (ārējais diametrs 19mm). Piesien pie koka stumbra dzēriena pudeli (tilpums 1,5 litri), kurā ievietota piltuve. Ja naktīs gaisa temperatūra vairs nenoslīd mīnusos, uz nakti labāk atstāt lielāku trauku, piemēram, stikla 3l burku, kas no rīta būs pilna." speci??li priek?? anarhomo mazliet gar??ks @ 08:06absolut vannilia... nē, laikam jābeidz, nav vairs nekāda prieka, nedz iedvesmas, neesmu dzērājs, bet ar grūtībām piespiežu sevi piecelties septiņos no rīta, it īpaši, ja gulēt aizeju ap diviem, bet jēgas tik vai tā nekādas, viegls nelabums rīkles rajonā un nelabs smagums pavēderē, tas arī viss, ko varu pastāstīt par sevi, bet, vai tad tas ir būtiski, vai tad cilvēks, kurš raksta par sevi, ir kāds rakstnieks... vai tad par sevi rakstīt nav tas pats, kas pašam sevi sist, vai piemēram, de sads no cietuma rakstīja vēstulē savai meitenei: zināms, jābūt uzmanīgam ar vanillu, bet tāpat arī ir jāuzmanās ar manillu, rūpīgs redaktors komentāros paskaidrojis, ka tie ir kodētie nosaukumi, kas lietoti vien šaurās aprindās, bet, varbūt, lai maldinātu cietuma cenzorus, tāpat jau de sadam bija nepatikšanu gana, kur te vēl izpļāpāšanās par vanilla, kas ir afrodiziaks, bet manilla, tā, protams, manuāla stimulācija, nu, zināma lieta, kad ar roku.. rakstniekam jau labāk zināms, kā tas ir, ar roku.. man ir jauna aizrau??an??s @ 14:32One of the great stories of rock & roll is that of the three Wiggins sisters (Dot, Helen, and Betty), better known as the Shaggs. Growing up dirt poor in New Hampshire, the three girls were turned onto forming a band by their father, Austin Wiggins, who bought their instruments and payed for lessons. Despite their lack of musical expertise, Austin drove the girls down to a studio in Massachusetts, determined to get them on tape "while they were still hot." Striking a deal with a local fly-by-night record company called Third World, the Shaggs recorded their debut album, Philosophy of the World, in one day, recording a dozen tunes all written by Dot. One thousand copies were pressed and all but 100 of them quickly disappeared, along with the president of the company. The Shaggs started playing a regular, Saturday night dance back home in Fremont, NH, and added another sister, Rachel, on bass, to their ranks. When Austin Wiggins passed away in 1975, the group disbanded and never played together again. But over the intervening years, their lone misguided attempt at recording started gaining cult status. In a Playboy magazine interview, Frank Zappa called Philosophy of the World his third all-time favorite album, and by the time NRBQ had reissued it in 1980, its legendary status was already confirmed. Other, later, and slightly more profieicent recordings emerged on the compilation Shaggs' Own Thing, and both albums were produced for compact disc on Rounder, issued as simply The Shaggs. In 1999, RCA Victor finally reissued the original Philiosophy album with its original cover, notes, and sequencing, keeping the music of the Shaggs (which one can view as either guileless primitive art or just a garage band that really can't play or sing) alive into the new millennium. |
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