New Development Tools
Thanks to what never ceases to look like, and the fact it is Christmas, and what never ceases to look like I had to make a gift, I have a new development tool: a beautiful hourglass for half an hour. No more timer ticking for me ... only the sand that flows. Obviously, at this point, I avoid looking to put the sand ...
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
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Sadness
Today I felt sad, so all of a sudden. Why? Because I read a little 'comments around, Berlusconi on aggression. I saw people cheered.
And I feel sad.
Because I really want to this country. I live there. I do not live in Germany, England, France or the United States: I live in Italy.
And today I got the impression that a levee had broken, had exceeded a limit: the first blood was shed.
course, today is that of Berlusconi, and tomorrow? Who will take tomorrow?
Today reminded me that Italy has become a bad place, and this made me sad.
Today I felt sad, so all of a sudden. Why? Because I read a little 'comments around, Berlusconi on aggression. I saw people cheered.
And I feel sad.
Because I really want to this country. I live there. I do not live in Germany, England, France or the United States: I live in Italy.
And today I got the impression that a levee had broken, had exceeded a limit: the first blood was shed.
course, today is that of Berlusconi, and tomorrow? Who will take tomorrow?
Today reminded me that Italy has become a bad place, and this made me sad.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
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logical reasoning ... The sautéed
My daughter tells her mother a fairy tale.
"Once upon a time in the school of forest animals, the teacher was with her son fox squirrel in the classroom and then went to his class."
"No," objected my mother, "the squirrel can not be the son of the fox."
"Why?" application for her daughter.
"Because the fox squirrels have no child," answered the mother, the patient.
"Why," the daughter replies, "do you think animals go to school?"
Teach them how to think ...
My daughter tells her mother a fairy tale.
"Once upon a time in the school of forest animals, the teacher was with her son fox squirrel in the classroom and then went to his class."
"No," objected my mother, "the squirrel can not be the son of the fox."
"Why?" application for her daughter.
"Because the fox squirrels have no child," answered the mother, the patient.
"Why," the daughter replies, "do you think animals go to school?"
Teach them how to think ...
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