March 2008 Archives
You poor unfortunate souls... It looks like the fourth most popular New Zealand pop comedy folk duo have called it quits and broken up. Although they never publically acknowledged their extreme and dangerous hatred of each other, it was apparent to the cast and crew of the now and forever single season of the "same name as the band" television show. that something was terribly wrong in their relationship.
FooBar"Django is a high-level Python Web framework that encourages rapid development and clean, pragmatic design.
Developed and used over two years by a fast-moving online-news operation, Django was designed to handle two challenges: the intensive deadlines of a newsroom and the stringent requirements of the experienced Web developers who wrote it. It lets you build high-performing, elegant Web applications quickly.
Django focuses on automating as much as possible and adhering to the DRYprinciple."
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Personally, I like Merb. I like the colours, I like the design and I think 4 letters are better than 6. And putting two consonants like "D" and "J" so close together is a cocky play.
Live free Merb.
Django you can kiss it.
The sound of gunshots ripped past my ears. I have never felt so afraid and out of control. My eyes welled with tears before I even had a chance to comprehend the enormity of the situation. It was like the emotion broke the sound barrier of my understanding and I was shaking on the ground without a sense of cause.
Another shot pierced the silent halls of the school.
Why did it have to be today?
Why did it have to be my school?
Why did I have to be the only one to die?
"Good Morning, Morton", said Horton the Elephant.
"Good Morning, Horton" said Morton the Mouse.
"What do you have there Morton?" said Horton using his long trunk to point to a small clover in Morton's hand.
"It's a Who." said Morton.
"Can I have it?" asked Horton.
"Sure" said Morton.
"Thanks." said Horton.
"Horton, here's a Who" said Morton passing the clover to Horton.
stillness now
and then a quiver
the mud comes first
and then the river
the river runs
and so do I
the peace that passes
passed me by
I would like some french fries please. Could I also have a hamburger?
But remember, it's just pretend.
And I would also like a pine cone and a candy cane.
Here, I'll get it myself.
She's angry again. But not in that "I'm not going to speak to you for 3 weeks until you apologize" voice. She's so justified; so certain and absolute.
I'm too weak; too slow to move. My thoughts don't work themselves into words until long after the moment has closed.
I hate it when the moment closes. Doors in my life open down the path that I choose - in the moments of my decision... or lack thereof.
The pathetic irony of the rain.
- 4 plum tomatoes (about 1 pound), seeded and chopped into 1/4-inch dice
- 3 small or 2 large ripe mangoes, peeled, pitted, and diced
- 1 medium red onion, finely chopped
- 1 medium red pepper, seeded, deribbed, and cut into 1/4-inch dice
- 1 tablespoon plus 1 teaspoon minced garlic
- 1 teaspoon red pepper flakes
- 1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro
- 1/4 cup pineapple juice
- 2 tablespoons distilled white vinegar
- 2 tablespoons fresh lime juice
Directions:
1. Combine the tomatoes, mangoes, onion, pepper, garlic, pepper flakes, and cilantro in a large, glass or ceramic bowl, and mix gently.
2. In another large bowl, whisk together the pineapple juice, vinegar, and lime juice. Add to the tomato mixture and stir gently. Cover and refrigerate for at least 2 hours or until well chilled.
Makes about 4 cups
http://recipes.epicurean.com/recipe/23129/tomato-mango-salsa.html
"Hi, sorry for calling so late."
"Who is this?"
"It's Sam. Look, I'm sorry for calling but it's important". Whatever was going to be said had to be said and whatever was going to happen wasn't going to be pretty.
"Sam?" His voice picked up a notch while he registered the callers name. "Is everything okay?"
"No, not really. I'm in a bit of trouble."
"Tell me you didn't lose it." Another notch up the panic ladder.
"Well.." This wasn't going to go well. "... that's kind of the problem."
"Shit Sam!" There were no notches to describe the voice now. "What the hell did you do! Fuck!"
There was a very small silence that meant a very big deal.
"Sam! Do you fucking know how many people are going to get killed know".
because the singing is the song
because the feeling is gone
because the days are too long
first things first
because my hair is on fire
because the bird on the wire
because the heart's desire
first things first
because you're lovin' what you see
because you're sitting next to me
because you're turning 33
first things first
when you've run out of time
when you're searching for a rhyme
when you're drunk and I'm high
I don't remember much of growing up; pieces here and there. I want my kids to have strong, positive memories of their childhoods. But sometimes the difficult moments cloud the memory of the years.
I'll check out http://www.dadsanddaughters.org/ when I can.
Bring on the hunt.
