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Vakardien atbraucu uz Rīgu (šo to vajag, piemēram, šūnas, šļūteni un jaunu riteni) pēc 40 dienām rindā laukos (pēdējo gadu rekords noteikti!), aizgāju uz Kazuļa dzimšanas dienu/sērām, nu, tas ir psc, cik cilvēki spēj runāt sūdu, ja viņiem iedod alkoholu, kā arī droši vien tāpat. Nupat atvēru tukšu blogspotu (velku tipa Islaja repertuāru) un tur bija šitāds, iepatikās:



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Yesterday pirmdiena, 2011. gada 18. aprīlī
[2011.04.18. 12:45:24] jeļena janovna: beidzot pieleca ar dzīvniekiem ir tā pat kā ar cilvēkiem vieni patīk, citi atkal riebj vai ir pilnīgi vienaldzīgi (wait) nevar būt runa par vispārināšanu vnk divu dažādu raksturu nesaderība starpsugu dialogā
[2011.04.18. 12:49:40] *** Come closer removed jeļena janovna from this conversation. ***
[2011.04.18. 12:56:16] KaT: wow
[2011.04.18. 12:56:27] KaT: come Closer, par ko tu Jeļēnu izbanoji?
[2011.04.18. 13:03:17 | Edited 13:03:26] Come closer: tāpat vien, esmu sociopāts
[2011.04.18. 13:06:32] Come closer: vi
[2011.04.18. 13:06:41] Come closer: āi po

“The person with a secular mentality feels himself to be the center of the universe. Yet he is likely to suffer from a sense of meaninglessness and insignificance because he knows he’s but one human among five billion others — all feeling themselves to be the center of things — scratching out an existence on the surface of a medium-sized planet circling a small star among countless stars in a galaxy lost among countless galaxies. The person with the sacred mentality, on the other hand, does not feel herself to be the center of the universe. She considers the Center to be elsewhere and other. Yet she is unlikely to feel lost or insignificant precisely because she draws her significance and meaning from her relationship, her connection, with that center, that Other.” — M. Scott Peck, MD

  Alva - Jo beigas ir klāt (apokaliptiskais folks ;)

If you imagine the 4,500-bilion-odd years of Earth’s history compressed into a normal earthly day, then life begins very early, about 4 A.M., with the rise of the first simple, single-celled organisms, but then advances no further for the next sixteen hours. Not until almost 8:30 in the evening, with the day five-sixths over, has Earth anything to show the universe but a restless skin of microbes.

Then, finally, the first sea plants appear, followed twenty minutes later by the first jellyfish and the enigmatic Ediacaran fauna first seen by Reginald Sprigg in Australia. At 9:04 P.M. trilobites swim onto the scene, followed more or less immediately by the shapely creatures of the Burgess Shale. Just before 10 P.M. plants begin to pop up on the land. Soon after, with less than two hours left in the day, the first land creatures follow.

Thanks to ten minutes or so of balmy weather, by 10:24 the Earth is covered in the great carboniferous forests whose residues give us all our coal, and the first winged insects are evident. Dinosaurs plod onto the scene just before 11 P.M. and hold sway for about three-quarters of an hour. At twenty-one minutes to midnight they vanish and the age of mammals begins. Humans emerge one minute and seventeen seconds before midnight.

The whole of our recorded history, on this scale, would be no more than a few seconds, a single human lifetime barely an instant. Throughout this greatly speeded-up day continents slide about and bang together at a clip that seems positively reckless. Mountains rise and melt away, ocean basins come and go, ice sheets advance and withdraw. And throughout the whole, about three times every minute, somewhere on the planet there is a flash-bulb pop of light marking the impact of a Manson-sized meteor or one even larger. It’s a wonder that anything at all can survive in such a pummeled and unsettled environment. In fact, not many things do for long.

— Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything

Tumblr: Anthrolology

Kaut kā stūlbi sanāca, ne? Tuvinieki tikai (?) gribēja pārvest līķīti mājās (un gan jau pārvedīs), bet tā vietā tagad visi, kam nav slinkums, zinās, ka bija tāds dobelnieks kačaks kokaīna kurjers, kas rīkoja pasākumus un vienmēr bija labā omā. Un manī atkal ir pamodies tiesātājs. Cilvēki, mēs esat nožēlojami.

upd. labi jau labi, huiņa ar linkiem: TVNET / AVHERALD

-> Brent Stirton