WOLF OF BLOOD AND IRON
someone snapped a photo of me walking to the squat rack. |
I want to update this thing regularly but im honestly not sure of what to write about most of the time. Need to create a better plan and layout for posts so they stay frequent. This blog is like the platform for a bigger plan i have in the works. Im looking to eventually take off into a strength and conditioning business when i graduate college. Im torn between a career S&C or nursing school. Im applying for nursing school in the fall and have almost all the pre-reqs met to apply. So based on how well I do with the interviews and tests ill take it from there. Ideally though BMF is my little strongman fetus that I want to grow into a strong and healthy "adult" business or company. Till then im kinda just floating around and whipping up people who want to get big, strong, and smell like bacon.
end of boring life talk. lets talk muscle mass and hard shit.
I am Kid Rock right now because "SOMEBODY'S GOTTA FEEL THIS! i stumbled upon this by accident last week and have watched it four times since then. Its a 20 min Vice documentary on Icelandic strongmen. I was completely oblivious to this shit and i have no idea how! I'm like most dudes who watched these competitions on ESPN at random times growing up but never really looked into it. Who knew that one tiny country of 300,000 people could give us so many vikings?! These guys fucking rule and that gym they train at is called "The Nest of Giants"!? fucking primal. scope that huge ass sign on the wall that says NO PUSSIES! I am willing to bet my entire paycheck that these men have never heard the word cross-fit or elliptical. also, would travel to that country just to tail gate/pre-game in the parking lot. full on grilling meat, playing corn hole, yelling "WOO" and "YEAH BABY" while drinking energy drinks and listening to Bolt Thrower out of the trunk of a energy efficient euro rental car.
This gem should be standard watching for all power lifters, meat heads, and guys with muscle. its called "Power Unlimited" It is a 2 hour long documentary on the history of power lifting. simply incredible what these guys were doing. no neon colors, no expensive gym accessories, just raw lifting. this is a time where your pre-workout drink was a line of PCP and watching rape porn. very inspiring. great segments on some of the all time greats including the original bad boy of weight lifting Lee Moran. It also talks about some of the women who came up during this time. Surprisingly it was really cool to see the female side of this sport. If you don't watch the whole thing at least spend 5 minutes and watch from the 9:40 mark the footage and story unfold of Moran squatting 1,003lbs. its insane! i mean you get the back story on it and you are just blown away. i wont spoil it but its fucking cool.
In my never ending quest to bring danger and aggression back into the gym i give you Coroner - Masked Jackal. This track and video kill. If lifting weights were put into music it would sound a lot like this. We need to take back the weight room from these bullshit fitness chains and fruity neon road vest wearing fruit loops. Dubstep and deep house trance music does not belong in the weight room. You shouldn't walk into a gym and feel like you are shopping for clothes. You should be mildly offended at the lack of sanitation. There should be more 45lb plates than fans, hand sanitizing stations, and *gulp* treadmills. (it physically pains me to say that) HARD ROCK should be bumping from the speakers. guys should be yelling and playing air guitar when they are not on the rack. Do you think the founding fathers of weightlifting were listening to culture club or KC & The Sunshine band when they were about to PR?! fuck no. HEAVY METAL and HEAVY LIFTING.
Even though i declared that only heavy metal belongs in the weigh troom i would be an ass hat to not include this Grammy worthy country song from 1985 called "Pump Iron" by Bob Couch. This is why the internet was invented. for shit like this. The music video is so working class alpha that it makes my balls hurt. This guy was like 30 years ahead of his time. the take away after watching this video is your family and chores are trivial. Nothing matters except working out. Disregard everything that is not a weight bench or source of protein and acquire muscles. Its simply a work of art. Believe it or not I am friends with this guy. I promoted his video on Facebook and every forum for so long he actually got in touch with me to say thank you. He wound up getting a huge spike in views and briefly gained a little resurgence. He even wrote me a letter when I was in Afghanistan and is a huge supporter of the military. Hes older now and obviously not in the same shape but hes still a beast and is a nice dude. we speak every few months. Id like to think i am his internet agent. Bob Couch for President.
BONUS CONTENT: Chapel "Satans Rock-n-Roll" one of my favorite bands and their whole album is a huge pick me up when its lift day. fast, hard, and evil. Its like the bastard child of Motorhead and jail sentence. highly recommended.
stay grim. |
İletişim sürecinde neler vardır ?
İletişim sürecinde neler vardır ?
İletişim , anlamların paylaşılması sürecidir . İletişimde fikir uyuşması sağlanamayabilir . Fakat sonuçta bir anlam aktarma ve iletme süreci yaşanmaktadır .
İletişimde kaynak denilen kişi ya da kişiler vardır . Kaynak , iletiyi gönderen ve kodlayan kişi ya da kişilerdir .
İletişimde alıcı veya hedef denilen , iletinin ulaştığı kimseler vardır . Bir TV programında hedef , TV alıcısı olan ve o anda o programı izleyen kişilerdir .
İletişimde kanal denilen iletinin gitmesini sağlayan fiziksel araçlar vardır . Örneğin ses dalgaları …
Düşnam , düşnam etmek ve düşnam - dihende ne demektir ?
Düşnam : İsimdir . Farsça “ düşnam “ dan gelir . Sövme , azarlama demektir .
Örnek : Şu mütalâamla kıymet – i ilmiyenize düşnamda bulunduğuma hükmetmeyiniz . ( Atatürk )
Düşnam etmek : Sövmek , azarlamak .
Düşnam – dihende : Azarlayan , söven .
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Spit
KATY PERRY LYRICS
Album: "Katy Hudson" (2001)
Spit
If You came by me
would I crown You my King
Or brush You off as though
I really didn't see
3 Boyutlu Duvar Kağıdı
3 boyutlu duvar kağıdı
Senelerdir aynı odayı kullanıyorsunuz ve yalnızca eşyaların yerlerini değiştirmek artık can sıkıntınızı geçirmiyorsa ve hiç kullanmamışsanız duvar kâğıdı kullanmanızı öneririm. Düz bir renkte boyanmış duvarlardır belki de odanızda istediğiniz hareketliliği bir türlü sağlayamamanıza sebep olan şey. Böyle bir durumda pekâlâ değişik desen ve renklerdeki duvar kâğıtlarından birini odanızın renklenmesinde kullanabilirsiniz. Bu noktada yapacağınız tercih elbette ki önemli fakat değiştirmesi ve yenilemesi de oldukça basit olan bu sistemi kullanmak hoşunuza gidecektir. Duvar kâğıdınızı seçerken başarılı bir dekorasyonsağlayabilmek için renk uyumuna dikkat etmelisiniz elbette. Çok koyu renk seçimleri bazen odanın bir bütün olmasını sağlamasına rağmen genellikle kolay sıkılabileceğiniz bir tercih olur. Bu yüzden daha çok açık renk tonlarına odaklanmalısınız.
Duvar Kağıdı Dekorasyonu
Odanızın duvarlarıyla ilgili bir sorununuz varsa ve artık bir değişiklik yapma zamanının geldiğini düşünüyorsanız duvar kâğıdı değişikliğini öneriyoruz sizlere. Daha önce duvarlarınızda bu çeşit bir kaplama gibi bir şey düşünmemiş olabilirsiniz fakat düz bir renk tercihi yerine şık bir desen ya da beğendiğiniz bir fotoğrafın duvarınızı kaplamasını isteyebilirsiniz. Tercih ettiğiniz ve sevdiğiniz renklerde duvar kâğıtları mevcut olmakla birlikte 3 boyutlu duvar kâğıdı seçenekleri de mevcut. Bu sayede çok değişik mekânların manzaralarını ayağınıza getirebilir, evinizin içinde ormanda yürüyor ya da oturuyor hissini yaşayabilir, dağların tepelerinden koca bir şehre bakıyor hissini 24 saat yaşayabilirsiniz. Üstelik bıktığınızda duvar kâğıdınızı değiştirme imkânınız da var.
Kadınlara ait özel haller nelerdir ?
Kadınlara ait haller hayız , nifas ve istahaza halleridir . Hayız ; hastalık veya çocuk doğurmaksızın döl yatağı da denilen rahimden gelen kandır . Buna adet hali de denilir . İbadete engel olan duruma da hayız denilir . Böyle bir kadına “ hâiz “ denilir .
Nifas ; çocuk doğduktan sonra veya çocuğun çoğu dışarı çıktıktan sonra rahimden gelen kandır . Bu durumdaki kadına “ nüfesa “ denilir ki bu da loğusa halidir .
İstihaza ; rahimden değil de bir damardan gelip tenâsül uzvundan çıkan kokusuz bir kandır . Böyle durumda olan kadına “ müstehâze “ denilir .
Düşük basınç ne demektir ?
( Otomobille ilgili ) Düşük basınç : Pistonun emme sırasındaki hareketiyle patlamalı bir motorun silindirinde ve emme borularında oluşan kısmî boşluktur . Depresyon da denilir . Düşük basınç kavramı otomobillerin iç yapısıyla ilgilidir .
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We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.
As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.
"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"
"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."
"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."
"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"
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Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.
"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?"
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And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.
A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.
"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"
But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.
"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!"
But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.
Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.
That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.
As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.
"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"
"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."
"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."
"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"
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Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.
"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?"
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And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.
A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.
"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"
But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.
"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!"
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But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.
Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.
That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.