Archive for October, 2008
Friday, October 31st, 2008
If you just look at the picture above, it seemingly frozen in time that gleaming water droplet backwash. What a magnificent, right? If this teamed up with that crazy floating table, a table like those two “crazy table” could make your guests think they are hallucinating. 
An artist and engineer, Lee Rowland have just see things a bit differently from others. You know, he created tables that appear to stop time in its rippling tracks, the Ripple Series, using sophisticated 3D milling processes and a variety of materials such as polished aluminum, clear polyester resin and a dash of aerospace engineering,
The only bad news is that these works of art might only be deployed in museums or in billionaire mansions, because one costs just of $45,000. Too much funds for you..?
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Tuesday, October 28th, 2008
Church architecture is refers to the buildings architecture of Christian churches. Over the two thousand years it has evolved the Christian religion, partly by imitating and partly by innovation other architectural styles as well as responding to changing practices, beliefs and local traditions. Both practical and theological influences on the architecture of church have included secular and pagan buildings and those of other faiths.
Church buildings, were at first adapted from those originally intended for other purposes but with the rise of distinctively ecclesiastical architecture, came to influence secular ones which have often imitated religious architecture. In the 20th century, the use of new materials, such as concrete, as well as simpler styles has had its effect upon the design of churches and arguably the flow of influence has been reversed.
Here some of the most beautiful church architecture in the world:
Las Lajas Cathedral
Sagrada Familia
St. Basil’s Cathedral
Hagia Sophia
St. Peter’s Basilica
for more info and pictures see here and here…
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Saturday, October 25th, 2008
Noticed as the world’s oldest blogger, Olive Riley, a 108 years old woman from Australia was died two weeks after her last post about “singing a happy song” have been published. In her blogs, Olive Riley has wrote 74 entries, firstly and later. She knows ablout blog and blogging then after a friend introduced her to blogging on the internet in early 2007, and was hooked.
As posting on her Website, she “passed away peacefully” on Saturday, July 12. No cause of death was given. “She will be mourned by hundreds of descendants, thousands of Internet friends and other relatives.”
Last month, in Woy Woy she entered a nursing home, from where she blogged about having a feeling weak and bad cough, 50 miles north of Sydney. In her last entry on June 26, Riley thanked supporters for “a whole swag of comments and e-mails from my Internet friends” and described meeting a new friend in the bed next to her.
“She and I sang a happy song, as I do every day, and before long we were joined by several nurses, who sang along too. It was quite a concert!” she posted. Her great-grandson, Darren Stone, said that Riley loved being able to stay in touch with correspondents all over the world and said she believed it kept her mind active. With this new hobby, Riley had people communicating with her from as far away as America and Russia not just once in a while, but on a continual basis.
Riley, whose born in Broken Hill, October 20 1899, in the last year blogged about raising three children regularly of her life, growing up in the outback, and working as a bartender and farm cookearlier in her life.
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Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008
One day a lecturer is giving lectures about time management to the MBA students. With the passionate he stood in front of the class and said, “Okey, now the time for the quiz.” Then he issued an empty bucket and put on the table. He fill that bucket with a fist of stone. He continued to fill until no more stones that can enter into the bucket. He then asked the class, “What do you think, are you have a bucket full?”
All the students said in unison, “Yes!”.
The Lecturers ask again, “Is that really?”, Then in the drawer of his desk taking a pocket of small gravel and pebble-gravel pouring it into a bucket and shakes the bucket that the gravels was down below to fill slits between the empty stones. Then again, he asked the class, “Now, whether the current bucket is full?”.
This time the students quiet. One of them replied, “Probably not.”
“Excellent,” the lecturer respond. Then he issued a pocket of sand and down into the bucket. It fell to the sand-slit rift between the empty stone and gravel. Once again, he asked the class, “OK, now whether this bucket is full?”
“Not!”, The whole class respond.
Once again, he said, “Good, very good,” Then he reach a bottle of water and started down into the bucket until the water reaches a bucket lip. Then he asked to turn in and classes, “Did you mean what Illustration of this?”
A student with a vibrant point the finger and said, “The purpose is not concerned about how solid our schedule, if we want to exert every effort would be following.”
“Oh, not,” the lecturer respond. “It’s not the intent. Illustration of this reality teaches us that, if you do not enter “boulder” first, then you will not be able to enter all. ”
“What is a “big stone” in your life?”, The lecturer continued, “your children, your partner, your education, things that are most important in your life. It may be a thing to teach other people to do the job you like, time for yourself, your health, friends, or all that you deem valuable. ”
“Remember to always enter a “boulder” first or you will lose everything,” continued the lecturer. “When you fill them with small stones (such as gravel and sand), then your life will be full with things small and worrying that this operation is not necessary. Because of this, you will never have the time that you can use for things that are larger and important. ”
“Therefore, my message, every morning or evening when you remember the course of this day, ask yourself on: What is the “big stone” in my life. Then do it first! “, So the university lecturer close that day.
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Sunday, October 19th, 2008
One day, a child has to follow a race car toys. The atmosphere was truly glorious moment, because this is the final stanza. Only the remaining 4 people now and they expose every car they have. All their own, such as regulation.
There is a child named Max. The car is not special. However it including 4 children who enter the final. Compared with all their car, Max’s car is not perfect. Some children doubt that the car can be to compete against other cars.
This, that car is really not interesting. With a simple timber, and the little lights flicker over, certainly not comparable with the decoration of luxury-owned their opponents. However, Max proud with all of that, because the car was made in their own hands.
Now the time that be expected. The final championship race of toys. Every child at the start line ready for the start, to encourage their toys faster. At each crossing point has been ready to 4 cars with 4 “driver” small. Track is shaped circle with 4 points separate between them.
However, shortly later, Max ask time before competition begins. He appears to mutter as being pray. With the eyes closed, with hands that utter words of pray. In a minute then he said, “Yes, I’m ready!”.
Sound of gunshot! Signature has started. With one strongly stamp on with force, they start pushing the car tight. All cars hobbes chute quickly. Anyone who watched shouts, with the car sponsor of each option.
“Come, come quickly … faster… quickly, go… go… go …”, so they yell.
Ahha … The winner must be determined, rope crossing finish line was down. And, that Max is a winner. Yes, all happy, as well as Max. He was graying and mutter again in the liver. “Thank you”.
When the division arrived trophies, Max forward with the road of proud. Before the cup is submitted, the committee chairman asked, “O whiz, you certainly had prayed in God that you win, is’nt it?”. Adi speechless, “Not I, not that I prayed,” Adi respond.
He then continued, “It seems unfair to ask the Lord to overcome beat other people. I only plead to God tha I’m won’t crying when I lose. ”
Less halt all heard it. After some time, sounds thundering cheers that meet the room.
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Thursday, October 16th, 2008
On day, there is a man-child who has crabbed. To reduce the customs of his anger, his father give him a pocket of nails and asked the child to hammer a nail in the fence behind the house every time he was angry.
Today was the first time the child hitting 48 nails to the fence … Then gradually the number of starts is reduced. He found that it is easier to keep anger from the hammer nails into the fence home.
Finally the time that the child is feel utterly can control the anger and quick not to lose patience. He tells this to his father, which he then proposes to revoke one nail for each day where he is not angry.
Days passed, and the boys finally tell his father that all the nails have been withdrawed by it. Then father guiding his son to the fence. “Well, you have been successful with a good son, but look for the holes on this fence. This fence will never be the same as before.” Father of the silent moment, and then return to continue words,” When you say something in your anger, your words such as the former has left a hole in the heart of this… other people. ”
“You can thrust a knife on someone, and then pull a knife … But it does not matter how many times you apologize, puncture wounds that will always stay there … and injured because the word is the same with the worst physical injuries on us …”
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Monday, October 13th, 2008
A man stopped at the flower shop to order the shock bouquet that will send to his mother who live as far as 250 km from. Once out of the car, he saw a small girl standing on the edge of the road crying while sobbing. Men ask the girl why he was crying and answered by the young girl, “I want to buy a spray of red rose for my mother. But I have the money only five hundred, while the price rose thousand. ”
The men smiled and said, “Get involved, I will buy for you that you would like.” Then they both go to flower shops and the men went to buy a small spray of flowers and red roses he own book bouquet that will be sent to his mother.
When finished, and want to go home, he offered to escort the girl home to the small house. Little girl jumped delighted, he said, “Yes, of course. Glad you like bring me to the residence of my mother … ”
Then they both go to the place indicated that a small girl, who was a public cemetery where the young girl was then placed flowers on a grave that is still wet.
Seeing this, the hearts of men moved to pity and remember something immediately. He was rushing back to flower shop before, and cancel delivery of ordered. He was ordered to take interest in themselves and had problems light as far as 250 km to the house her mother…
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Friday, October 10th, 2008
One day in a living of a wise old man. At a morning, came a young child who is steady cook a lot of problems. He has a step slow and complicated shape face. This guest that it looks like people are not happy.
Soon that young man told of all the problems. The old man have a wise to listen to it carefully. He then takes handful of salt and ask his guest to take a glass of water. He scattered the salt into the glass, then slowly mixed it. “Try drinking this, and tell me how the taste,” said the old man.
“Bit…, once a bitter taste …”, while the guest responsibility spit a side.
The old man little smile. Then he invites the guest to walk the edge of the forest near the lake where stay. The two men walking side by side and eventually covering their edge lake that is quiet.
The old man take a handful of salt and diffuse into the lake. With the piece of wood he makes the waves from the stirs and created ripples of water. “Try to take water from this pond and drink,” the old man said. When the guests finished a gulp of water, the old man again asked, “How does it taste?”
“Fresh”, guests respond. “Do you feel the salt in the water?” Ask the old man again. “No,” replied the young.
The old man get slap repeatedly that young children back. He then take it sitting on the land beside the lake. “Young man, listen. The bitter life is properly handful of salt, no more and no less. The number and the taste of bitter is the same. And it will always remain the same. ”
“But, the bitterness that we feel will be very dependent from the vessel that we have. It will be based on the bitterness of feeling where we put everything. That all depends on our hearts. So when you feel the bitterness and failure in life, there is only one thing you can do. Just wider your hurt to receive all. Hurried to accommodate every heart is bitterness. ”
The old man then continue his advice, “Your heart, is the container. Your feeling is the place. Your mind, is the place you accommodate everything. So, do not make your heart is like a glass. Just make it like wells each capable of muted bitterness and alter a freshness and happiness.”
Both then go home. They learn together that day. And the old man ‘the wise people’ re-save ‘handful of salt’ to other young children who often come to him to bring fretful soul …
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Tuesday, October 7th, 2008
I have found some amazing photo pictures from the opening ceremony of Beijing olympic 2008 on the internet. There are some great photo pictures that tells incredible moment of that ceremony. That was a great show, even the secrets of fireworks was revealed then, but those not decrease the magic of the beauty ceremonial. Some of the pictures also shown the logo as live pictures from human configuration.
This is really beautiful… yes this is for 2008 Beijing Olympics! It’s a colorful opening ceremony with full of Chinese spirit. :tumbs:
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Saturday, October 4th, 2008
Did you know how the logo of Olympic games Beijing that ended successfully created? If you don’t know how the logo have been created, then you should see the image story below. Have fun!
Result:
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Wednesday, October 1st, 2008
Have you seen albino? My friend tell me that he saw a couple of albino African-English peeps in Brixton where he live, which I’d look for some pictures on the internet. Apparently, in Africa these people get real grief, not only caused they get burned but on occasion their countrymen and women can discriminate so harshly against them that it often results in killings - sometimes just out of old superstitions. So Sad.
What is albino? Actually, Albinos have a hereditary defect in the production of the pigment melanin, where the body produces little or none. Normally melanin is responsible for the colour of hair, eyes and skin. Under the influence of sunlight melanin production increases and so you tan. Because albinos produce little or no melanin, they have white or light blond hair, pink eyes and very pale skin that never tans. Besides the tanning of the skin, melanin also protects the skin against dangerous effects of UV-radiation. Albinos do not have this protection, so they suffer from damage to their skin and eyes. Without the protection suncream can offer, albinos get skin cancer at a very early age.
Here some of africans albino pictures, for more pics and info just go here…
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