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Es ar neprātīgu nepacietību gaidu 1dienu, kad atlidos 
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She’s my person. If I murdered someone, she’s the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. She’s my person.
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5/10/12 12:43 am
Vīrietis gados, iedzēris, sabiedriskā vietā ceļ nekārtību - šaušalīgi lamājas, draud apkārtējiem utt. Mirklī, kad viņš tiek apcietināts (apsūdzība: drunk and disorderly), viņš sāk neprātīgi cīnīties pretī, tas visu padara sāpīgāku, viņš tiek satverts cieši jo cieši un ietriekts asfaltā, kad vienīgais, ko viņš spēj vadīt ir viņa mute, vinš ar nepielūdzamu rūgtumu balsī sāk dziedāt: 'I'm Popeye the sailor man, I live in a garbage can, I eat all the worms and spit out the germs, I'm Popeye the sailor man..'
Tas ir vairāk kā tikai skumji.
5/9/12 11:08 pm
Gaidu zvanu no CJ'a, ka viņš un māsa veiksmīgi nolaidušies Lasvegasā, savādāk es nevaru visā pilnībā atdoties savai 'bezbēdīgajai' ikdienai.5/9/12 10:59 pm
| Какой вы алкоголик |
| Вы ledene, необычный алкоголик. Ваш девиз: "Я не сухогруз, не грузи. Лучше представь, что я - танкер. И налей!" |
5/6/12 11:24 pm
simon says die5/1/12 04:04 pm
Es nekad neatveru žalūzijas, bet aiz loga jau nav nekā neglīta.
5/1/12 12:38 pm
Tā kā man šodien brīvs, tad kaut kādā pusmiegā samurgoju, ka jāuztaisa detox diena - japāņu, kumelīšu tējas 'n stuff, iegāju virtuvē, bet roka prāta nevadīta ielēja pusglāzi visīša, glāzi vīna un tējas kastītes iestūma dziļāk plauktā. Life's great!4/28/12 01:17 am
Šodienas hostage situation mani neprātīgi sadusmoja, lai tiktu mājās man bija jāiet apkārt veselam kvartālam un visi pārtikas veikali uz manas ielas bija slēgti. Pašsaprotami, ka manas vēlmes un nepieciešamības ir daudz svarīgakas par kaut ko tādu. :DD
Šovakar ar CJ'u šķirojam/maksājam rēķinus, dzeram šampanieti un klausamies This American Life.
4/27/12 12:50 pm
Less is better.
4/13/12 12:32 pm
60: Business of Death (Originally aired 04.18.1997)
Ira Glass: When we think about death, we stare at the two images in our head over and over. The person we knew alive, breathing and talking, and the thought of them dead. And we take these two pictures and we turn them around and around, shuffle one on top of the other, trying to understand. How did this living person become that dead one?
Act One. The Undertaking.
Ira Glass: 'When researching today's show, one of our producers talked with a funeral director who said at one point, well, you know, all funeral directors are either alcoholics or born-agains. He says that the ones who stay with this work believe that they actually are helping the living in some way by burying their dead.
A man that I work with, named Wesley Rice, once spent all of one day and all night carefully piecing together the parts of a girl's cranium. She'd been murdered by a madman with a baseball bat after he'd abducted and raped her. The morning of the day it all happened, she'd left for school dressed for picture day. A school girl, dressed to the nines, waving at her mother, ready for the photographer.
The picture was never taken. She was abducted from the bus stop and found a day later in a stand of trees just off the road, a township south of here. The details were reported dispassionately in the local media, along with the speculations as to which of the wounds was the fatal one, the choking, the knife, or the baseball bat. No doubt, these speculations were the focus of the double postmortem the medical examiner performed on her body before signing the death certificate, multiple injuries.
Most embalmers, faced with what Wesley Rice was faced with after we'd opened the pouch from the morgue, would have simply said, closed casket, treated the remains enough to control the odor, zipped the pouch, and gone home for cocktails. It would've been easier. The pay was the same. Instead, he started working. 18 hours later, the girl's mother, who had pleaded to see her, saw her.
She was dead, to be sure, and damaged. But her face was hers again, not the madman's version. The hair was hers, not his. The body was hers, not his. Wesley Rice had not raised her from the dead nor hidden the hard facts, but he had retrieved her death from the one who had killed her. He had closed her eyes, her mouth. He'd washed her wounds, sutured her lacerations, pieced her beaten skull together, stitched the incisions from the autopsy, cleaned the dirt from under her fingernails, scrubbed the fingerprint ink from her fingertips, washed her hair, dressed her in jeans and a blue turtleneck, and laid her in a casket beside which her mother stood for two days and sobbed as if something had been pulled from her by force.
It was then, and always will be, awful, horrible, unappeasably sad. But the outrage, the horror, the heartbreak belonged not to the murderer, or the media, or the morgue, each of whom had staked their claims to it. It belonged to the girl and to her mother. Wesley had given them the body back. What Wesley Rice did was a kindness. It served the living by caring for the dead.'
4/13/12 11:32 am
210: Perfect Evidence (Originally aired 04.19.2002)
After a decade in which DNA evidence has freed over 100 people nationwide, it's become clear that DNA evidence isn't just proving wrongdoing by criminals, it's proving wrongdoing by police and prosecutors. In this show, we look at what DNA has revealed to us: how police get innocent people to confess to crimes they didn't commit and how they get witnesses to pin crimes on innocent people.
Ira Glass: ‘I have to say, I can't figure out which I find more disturbing, the thought that some police are corrupt and forcing confessions out of people or this thought that basically, this is just the institutional way that we get a confession in our country. Do you know what I mean? "This the way we do it. We lie to them about the evidence we've got." You know what I mean? That seems, in a way, more disturbing. Or I can't even tell which is more disturbing.’
Richard Leo: ‘When I teach this subject to undergraduates, they're often split about that as well. I think myself, personally, I am more distressed by the idea of corrupt cops because I think many corrupt cops, whatever area of police work it is, have crossed a moral line and there's really a point of no return and they just get dirtier and dirtier and dirtier.’
4/12/12 10:47 am
creative juices are flowing4/8/12 10:07 pm
CJ's tikko man uzdāvināja vislielāko šokalādes olu, nu, tādu kā ķeblis! Fantastiski!4/8/12 09:08 pm - Win!
Šodien darbā ienāca jauna dāma ar Massive boob job'u un starp krūtīm ļoti skaistu tetovējumu. Ziniet, ja viņa šitā izaicina un grib, lai skatās un tīksminās, tad es arī skatos un tīksminos, kaut gan ļoti divejādas emocijas, jo boob job'i vairāk riebjas, nekā neriebjas.Kamēr sterilizēju instrumentus un skaidroju after care - vēros viņas bagātībās, sajutu, ka cimdos plaukstas lēnītēm kļuva nedaudz miklas, sasmaidījāmies. Galā gan pīrsings bija jāatsaka, jo es atteicos durt, jo rētauds attiecigajā vietā bija pārlieku biezs. Pirms došanās prom viņa man iedeva savu vizītkarti, lai piezvanu, aiziesim vakariņās.
4/3/12 10:10 am
Rītos, kad sāp visas maliņas un nespēks liek padeni un prāts auļo pa vēl neapzinātām vietām, atzīšos, bez šīs dziesmas es nevaru pierunāt sevi izkāpt no gultas.
3/28/12 01:22 pm
Šodien majoritāte lektoru streiko, tāpēc universitate atkrīt. CJ'am arī beidzot brīvdiena, uzcirtīsimies un iesim papusdienot un tad zvilnēt uz kādas paba terases, jo ārā pāri pa 20°C.3/28/12 12:53 am
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