Hızlı ve kolay bir şekilde sende web site sahibi olmak istiyorsan tek yapman gereken sitenin aşağısında bulunan iletişim formu üzerinden gerekli bilgileri girmen. Hepsi bu kadar.
Web Siteye Reklam Ver
Sende web sitemize reklam vermek veya ilan vermek istiyorsan. Tek yapman gereken sitenin en altında bulunan yere iletişim bilgilerini girmen yeterli olacaktır. Ekip arkadaşlarımız siziznle iletişime gececektir.
Web Sitemizin Yazarı Editörü OL
Sende kalemine güveniyorsan web sitemizde bir şeyler paylaşmak yazmak istiyorsan siteinin en aşağısında bulunan iletişim formunu kullanarak bizimle iletişime gecebilirisni
Not only does Taj Mahal is the India's highest number of tourist grosser, its also the top third global landmark. this historic monument also call monument of love receives about 15 per cent of the total foreign tourist visitors to India. Ahead from Taj Mahal are Eiffel Tower in Paris who is the number one tourist attraction in the world. At second place is the St Peter's Basilica in the Vatican city. This site is said to have the largest Church interior with capacity of 50,000 people.
Hope this is a good reason for you to visit Taj Mahal in 2010. Wishing you a happy new year.
Good day for a 5k wouldn’t you say? The race is the Central Vermont Runners First Night Montpelier 5k and it is all set to start at 3pm. I am excited
I don’t have any expectations as far as running a good time in this one… I have been so busy with work over the last couple of weeks that my training schedule has become all but non-existent. What I do expect is to have fun and not freeze my arse off. Not too much to ask right?
After the race I am going to head out to my favorite bar, the Three Penny Taproom, with a couple of friends, followed by food and fun (and probably some poker) here at the apartment.
I’m sure I will get into a “plans for the Two Ten” style post some time soon, but for now all I can think about is how happy I am that the end of the year work rush is over. Between the days that were added to my regular schedule and the days that I have had to cover for sick/accident prone coworkers, I’ve been busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest.
Hope all is well with everyone. Have a safe and happy NYE. May the Two Ten be filled with unexpected triumphs for you all.
So, today has not gone well. Too much sweet junk food. I’m actually throwing the reese’s pb cup xmas trees in the trash, and topping them with soap. I bought them to use as stocking stuffers this weekend, and instead I’m shoving them down my piehole like I’m preparing for a Biggest Loser audition. So, in the trash they go.
I did, however, get up at the ass crack of dawn to workout. I ran my 3 miles and did upper body weights. I totally tried to wuss out, and texted my wake-up call girl (not a call girl, I swear) at 4:45 am and told her not to call me, because I was going to be on my own tonight (DH has poker) and I would workout then. She insta-texted me back and said “No you won’t. Get up!” This, by the way, is why I love my Scoobs. If she hadn’t made me get up, I’d totally have not done my workout today.
Novia asked for my sauce recipe, to go with the meatballs. I have a super specific recipe that involves dumping cans of stuff in a crock pot and leaving for the day, so here it is. Roughly.
1 big can of diced tomatoes, or two smaller ones… I like the fire roasted ones, but any will probably do
1 can organic kroger brand tomato sauce
garlic… if you do fresh, several cloves all minced up (cloves are the tiny things inside the big bulb, right?) or I use the jarred kind (not in oil) and I take a big ol’ glob of it and dump it in
italian seasoning… I dump some in
sugar… I sprinkle a bit in, or sometimes splenda… it takes the bitter/acidity out of the tomatoes
So yeah, that is the recipe. Feel free to tweak… ha ha!
Last Wednesday, I went snowboarding for the first time in my life. I’d actually never gone skiing either, so the whole concept of going down a hill with my feet strapped into purposely slippery objects was completely new to me.
Yeah, I didn't really look like this. Not at all.
Sure, it was fun. My rental board was even color-coordinated with my outfit (oh-so important!), I wasn’t the only beginner in our small group lesson, by the end of the day I was really getting the hang of it, etc.
But the real victory came during the part of the lesson where the instructor kept having to help me up when both my feet were strapped to the board (it’s pretty difficult to get up when both of your feet are in the board).
1) I was letting a guy help me up off my feet. Previously I would have shunned such contact because of my weight – I wouldn’t want to pull the guy off-balance with my massive mass. But on Wednesday, I later realized, I did it without thinking. I didn’t stop to compute the estimated relative visible strength of the guy against my weight, including variables for the slickness of the snow and the potential for embarrassment should my calculations be wrong.
2) I let a guy (a strange guy, I might add) stand in my personal space, also without a second thought.
3) I was falling down, looking stupid, and not really caring who saw me doing so. This happened instead of worrying that people might be goggling at a fat chick bouncing down the slope, snowboard trailing behind her – because I am not that same girl who I was this time last year. I am not the person biting her nails and freaking out, pondering if everyone is constantly judging her and her weight/judging her for her weight.
In just a few days, I will have been on WW for a year. But it took me this long and trying a new winter sport to really realize how much I really have changed and how high my confidence has soared.
My name is (The Venture Boy) and this is my world. This page will expose my non-business adventures and unbelievable, but entirely true stories, along with occasional tidbits of entrepreneurial experience and updates thrown in. This is my educational background: I dabbled in high school and struggled through college. During these times I acquired many entertaining stories not through the grapevine, but by the most fortunate series of personal events that should have landed me in the slammer. Thanks to my fast feet and slow brain I have lived to reminisce the now funny predicaments. However, I do not want this to be solely based on previous engagements, but rather on what I have learned…Haha, oh man, who am I fooling? I’m not sure I’ll ever grow up, but that’s okay because everybody needs a little, mischevious, slightly dimented kid inside them…right? My first adventure will be posted with pictures Saturday, January 2, 2010. Enjoy the ride!
Adding your location to a blog post makes it easy for other readers to discover the location you are describing. Other tools can extract this information and automatically build maps like on our sailing blog (both in-blog and interactive). Friends can see where you are and fellow cruisers will be able to use your blog as a personal cruising guide.
Blurbbits can extract a lat/lng position from the entry text or the first BlurbBit (with an llz position) and the first photo for each Blog entry . The text option is necessary when using email posting services which don't support html without rich text emails (not available through most remote email services).
Latitude and Longitude
The lat/lng text format is DD MM.MM[N|S] DDD MM.MM[E|W] (with no extra characters i.e. 36 17.63 N 30 08.98 E). The separator between lat/lng can be a space, comma or /.
example Position: 36 17.63 N 30 08.98 E Location: Finike, Turkey
adding the position: makes it easier to find blogs with position details via our Cruising Blogs Search
llz parameter
The llz= parameter can also be added as a string (llz=[-]DD.DDD,[-]DDD.DDD,Zoom i.e. llz=36.2938,30.1497,14) where - is used for South and West and zoom is optional but should be used if changing between remote locations (middle of ocean, zoom = 8) and street/anchorage maps (zoom=15). The zoom parameter is important if you want to highlight (or zoom in to) specific details.
example Location: Finike, Turkey llz=36.2938,30.1497,14
Note: The lat/lng text MUST be on the same line with no Extra characters.
We have been extracting this data from text for a couple of years now and user error contributes to a LOT of inconsistencies and errors. Please double check your positions and text input (the llz= seems to be less error prone). If you are connected to the internet you can search and preview locations and zoom levels using the BlurbBits Mapr.
If you are describing an anchorage, a general description of the depth and holding including any important details about approach or shore facilities could help those following in your wake!!
When we first left we managed our own website and gradually migrated to blogs and online photo sharing utilities. Not only has this improved our ability to easily update our site (via email), but it provides online backup of our travel memories.
We use posterous and Blogger for blogs and Picasa and Flickr for photos (all are FREE) and provide additional sharing and mapping/viewing options via their RSS feeds. You can even update your facebook page (via your blog) from the middle of the Ocean.
In the end we combined all of our sites into a single interactive map that allows readers to navigate our online content via a persistent map. To see what others have done check out our examples.
Please Contact Us if you need help setting up your blog or mapping your existing content.
Geçtiğimiz günlerde internette dolaşırken yukarıdaki resmi gördüm ve takıldım kaldım. Gerçekten tek bir karede anlatılmak istenen herşeyi anlatan bir çizim. Hisslerime tercüman olan, yüreğime ayna tutan bu resmi zihnimin en kalıcı yerine yerleştirdim.
Herşeyi anlatıyor aslında bu kare. Benim için yüklendiği anlam sizler için çok ama çok farklı olabilir. Tabii kişiye anlattıklrı ruh halimizin durumuna göre değişiyor.
Nihayetinde insanın kendi etrafına ördüğü duvarların ardına değil sesler gölgeler bile ulaşamıyor kimi zaman. Resmi gördüğüm yerde altında çok beğendiğim bir satır da yazılmıştı.
"Kalbimin kapılarını tamamen kapattım. Artık değil sen gölgen bile erişemez sınırlarımın ardına.."
Darkness came more slowly in the city of tents, because it was higher ground and no trees blocked the sky. Fortis and George had slipped into the academy, one of two permanent structures in the area. The ancient stone building was simple, though quite large. They had been placed in a room on the third floor, and Fortis sat on the tiny balcony. The wind was cool, but the night dampness had not yet begun. His mind swam in that wide ocean again.
Some part of him remembered to absorb his environment. The wind across the low peaked roof of slate made odd noises. He could have sworn he heard for a moment something like the sound he recalled the sails making during their long voyage from the pole. Was that movement on the roof?
Too slowly he turned to look, and faced the glint of a Gauss weapon in the hands of a shadow on the roof above him. Fortis froze.
The shadow spoke in a stage whisper. “Good idea. I have no intention of harming you, so not moving will keep me from having to think about it. Step over here to the railing.”
Fortis moved slowly to the place where the roof met the framework of the balcony. The shadow climbed down and sat on the railing next to him. Somehow, the Gauss weapon never strayed from pointing at him. He was now just a few feet from the barrel.
The shadow removed his cowl. Fortis was hardly surprised to see the fake hunter from the village. “Your hunters just about finished me back there in the woods. I wish I could recruit them, but I don’t have time for such things.” He seemed quite relaxed, almost friendly. “They deserved their awards. And you aren’t such a slouch yourself. Past your prime and you still manage to keep up with everyone else, load and all. I’m impressed.”
Fortis was not sure how genuine such praise could be. But the weapon was relaxed, and the man leaned near him, as if he feared nothing at all.
“Again, this has nothing to do with hurting you, or anyone else. I decided to take a chance and just talk. Frankly, if you wanted to run back inside, I would not stop you. What I hope for is just your ears for a few minutes. I want you to hear an honest account of the other side.”
Fortis sighed, then said quietly, “I’m listening.”
“Good. I knew you were too intelligent to swallow everything you hear without a few questions. This isn’t some evil cabal plotting to take over Misty. We just want a chance to be heard, and so far, no one will listen. We are shot on sight, mostly.”
“So I’ve heard,” Fortis agreed.
“That part was true enough. All we really want is for someone to consider the safety of our paradise here. We have no standing army, and the few troops we have are tied down. Most of the rangers are tied up chasing punks or preventing prisoners escaping the northern islands.”
Fortis bit his tongue to keep from asking about that.
The man continued. “It’s gotten pretty tough, lately. Quite a few are getting much closer to escaping. My associates are catching more and more of them trying to slip across the open water to the deserts. Twice in the past year, they chased little groups across the plateaus, even though letting them go would have left them to die in the desert. No man on this planet can carry enough water to make it.
“So what’s going to happen if the outsiders send their troops? You know better than I do. Rangers are stretched too thin. Don’t you think we need some effective defense to keep ourselves safe? If nothing else, let them see a deterrent force at the pole. All we are asking is that the first shipments include some more weapons, better stuff that work here, like the old chemical explosive based rifles. They make these” — holding up the Gauss short rifle — “look like toys. We know they can be made, and we are sure they’ll work here. With no energy weapons working here, we would always have the upper hand.”
Fortis placed the fingers of one hand on his chin, resting the elbow in the other hand. He hoped he looked a lot more relaxed than he felt. “I suppose you would recruit men like the twins as part of your larger ranger force.”
“Yes. We can surely afford to field a couple of new regiments. Of course, it would require a central command to run it, but this planet has more than enough wealth to support at least that many. We just need an independent force so the sheiks will quit hindering our efforts to protect the planet. They keep finding unimportant errands for us, like they don’t have enough slaves running around.”
Fortis was pretty sure this was not entirely accurate, but let it pass. “I suppose you have something you’d like me to do.”
“Of course. Just take me back with you. I’m sure your ship has room, no?”
Fortis juggled the risks, then decided honesty was the best answer. “There is room. However, the ship is going to leave without me, so there might be plenty of room for you.”
“What?” The man stared hard at Fortis.
“I estimate within twelve or thirteen days, Elder Bradley will reach the ship with a device which will instruct it to leave immediately without me. I can’t imagine you’ll get there fast enough to do any good.”
The man froze, staring. Then he jerked upright at the sound of door handle rattling. With a quickness that left Fortis staring, the man jumped back up onto the roof and disappeared over the peak. A few seconds later, something like a kite rose almost invisible in the night air. With its dark fabric, Fortis barely made out the shape, as it filled with air, then drifted away.
George’s face peeked around the door. “I’m going to bed…” He stepped out hurriedly. “Are you unwell? What has made you so pale?”
“Our fake hunter came to visit.” Fortis still stared off into the dark over the peak of the roof. “I didn’t know the kites could be used as gliders.”
George looked, too. “It’s extremely risky. Only a very few can afford the time to master them. Most who try end up dead or maimed. It began as a way to gain elevation for human eyes with the rangers. But the winds aloft are very unstable compared to what we experience with sails and windmills. A skilled wind-rider must face the wind, rise to altitude, and as soon as it starts bucking and before collapsing they must glide downward a ways, then repeat the process. It’s exhausting, so just a few kilometers is about the limit for most.”
They stepped inside the little room. George continued, “Did you have a nice conversation?”
Fortis looked just a little sheepish. “I told him the ship was leaving when Elder Bradley got to it.”
George smiled. “I suppose now is as good a time as any for him to learn that. If he were able to muster the incredible endurance, he just might fly there that fast with his glider kite, but the winds won’t give him much of a lift down near the pole. He would have to approach in a very wide circle, making at least a couple of loops around the polar island. So it’s not likely any man could get there, and Bradley would surely try to kill him before he landed. He’s a much better archer than I.”
George stepped into the hall and called someone as he walked, then thumped down the stairs. Fortis stayed in the room, staring out the window at the eternally starless sky of Misty. He could hear George talking to whomever answered his call. The ranger captain might easily escape, but there was little he could do now. Perhaps this would shut down all their plans? He hoped so.
Sorry! The content you were looking for does not exist or changed its url.
Please check if the url is written correctly or try using our search form.
Bigger Archive Portal
Other portals
World War I , Africa ,United States of America ,Anime and manga ,Ankara ,Anthropology ,Military • Astronomy • Asia • European Union • Azerbaijan • Azerbaijan (Iran) • BBC • Beşiktaş • Science • History of science • Biography • Byzantine Empire • Bosnia -Herzegovina • Jazz • Sexuality • Geography • China • Language • Religion • Literature • Energy • Armenia • Eurovision • Evolutionary biology • Philosophy • Feminism • Fenerbahçe • Palestine • Physics • France • Football • Galatasaray • South Korea • Georgia • Harry Potter • Aviation • Hinduism • Christianity • Iraq • England • Human rights • Internet • Iran • Islam • Istanbul • Scouting • Izmir • Japan • Kazakhstan • Cyprus • Kuwait • North Korea • North Macedonia • Culture • Lady Gaga • LGBT • Liberalism • Madonna • Mathematics • Media • Mexico • Michael Jackson • Mustafa Kemal Atatürk • Music • Middle East • Middle World • Ottoman Empire • Automobile • Free software • Pakistan • Psychology • Russia • Art • The Simpsons • Cinema • Politics • Socialism • Soviet Union • Sports • Syria • History • Technology • Television • Terrorism •Medicine • Theater • Society • Turkish Armed Forces • Turkish history • Turkey • Video games • Judaism • Stargate
Kayıtlar
