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At night, the streets take over a role that it is impossible to achieve during the day. And while the sky is lit, nobody takes them into account. It is up to the sky goes off, the streets come to the fore, and his gray asphalt becomes part of a thousand and one stories.

Driving at night has a certain charm that day racing suffers. When the sun goes away, it carries the most annoying aspects of driving: the heat, congestion and traffic police. A change leaves avenues and streets devoid of cars and pedestrians, irradiated with orange and green lights for public lighting as well as the outrageous multicolored neon signs. At the corners, amber and ruby \u200b\u200blights take over the emerald while sleeping the sleep of the righteous.

The city at night has its own rhythms and hotness. The shops are closed during the day and the premises have been closed for the day they open their doors to customers eager to release tension accumulated during the previous hours. In those places so full of passion, music and color, weave the most varied and original novels featuring characters at once generic and unique. Whoever stands in front of these places will be seduced or repelled, but never indifferent.

But if the city traffic at night is like an adrenaline rush, the car on the highway made driving at night can be hypnotic, almost mystical. While the mother is characterized by wasting light on the provincial highway the only available light the lanterns themselves are often and others. Green Day landscape becomes a black curtain that blends into the darkness of the heights. Outer space no longer seems so far away and crossed seems plausible and normal.

darkness envelops everything, but some bodies may contain a light that pierce the dense mantle. Small villages perched on hillsides march quietly out of my windows as constellations of stars. Weather full of light appear out of nowhere and headed toward me at a dizzying momentum, changing direction just before colliding. As they go crashing to my side, I can see them become suburban buses for a few seconds before disappearing, eaten by the blackness.

Lacking of sunlight to measure the passing of the hours, time slows to a stop, turned into a solid amalgam of hours and minutes. Also the point of origin and destination are the same: abstract notions meaningless. All that matters is the here and now while browsing through the cosmos to thirty inches of soil.

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At present, the French company Michelin is working to develop an automobile tire unused air. The prototype looks like a bicycle wheel too thick, or a small wagon wheel. When it goes on sale, motorists around the world will say goodbye to punctures forever. Pity that such wonderful inventions like this always comes too late.

Last week, while wandering through the streets of this city, trying to dodge a madman, I hit too close to the sidewalk. This caused my right front tire rubbed against the concrete curb, which was heartbreaking. The air at that time contained within the rim hissed as if it were a flute frenzy. As calmly as I could I proceeded to maneuver the car out of traffic. With that wanted to avoid another car collided with mine. I also wanted to avoid mistreating follow my family tree, which very nearly arrived to my great grandmother.

Upon inspecting the vehicle, I came across a bleak picture. The car just before it moved gracefully to sixty miles per hour, was now miserably still anchored in the pavement. Inclined as I was, my car seemed to ask forgiveness and be converted into a tricycle three tons.

consider the options available. First I thought to call the car insurance, but due to the number of vehicles circulating at that time, could well take more than about sixty minutes to arrive, which forced me to take the second and terrible choice: change the tire myself.

was not sure how to do it in the four years I've had this car, this was only the second time he changed a tire. However, when we forget, last time I had decided to wait for the crane, so really, this was the first time I made the change. While wearing an instruction manual in the glovebox, everyone knows that the XY gene carriers do not read manuals. I proceeded to remove the tool box and spare tire from the trunk. If everything is so easy, I thought, I'll be driving in a heartbeat. How wrong I was.

Remove the dish was a daunting task requiring equal doses of skill and strength. This made me suspect that my car had been designed as an exercise in sadism. I confirmed my suspicion at the time to put the new tire. Unlike the Japanese and American cars, which have pins attached to the brake disk, this model brings screws, which must be positioned with one hand while holding the rim of the other 40 pounds. It should be borne in mind to spend the day in an office does not prepare one for manual tasks such as this.

After the task, got the tools in the car and resumed my journey. My appearance must have been particularly dire, as repeatedly asked if I had been a victim of assault.

next day, while trying to cope with the sharp back pain and cramps multiple arduous task, I promised myself that once could hold a pencil in hand, would write a polite letter to the lords of Michelin to beg them to hasten the production of its new tire, because if I have to change another tire, I do not tell the story.

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have been asked to report the outcome of my adventures telephone. And is that last item mentioned was about to choose between a cell phone with features such portentous as Internet access and a touchscreen, while the other device was so simple All I could do was make calls. A consolidated election technological my devotion to consumerism, while the other was almost like a courageous act of protest against the alienating technology.

me For those who aspired to become a symbol of playfulness the third millennium, unfortunately I must inform you that I chose the expensive equipment. In fact, I had no choice. When I got to the store to cancel the contract, they informed me that my unit was ready. And give me a chance to protest, I put it in my hands. Run his fingers through the touch screen and forget my aspirations of primitivism was something almost instantaneous.

Please do not hate me for being consumer. Understand me, I am a weak individual. I never could resist a well-designed graphical interface, and my new phone is especially impressive. The colors are bright, the images are beautiful and the animations are almost sensual. During the early days when the aircraft was owned by me, I spent hours on from a menu to another, for the pure pleasure of seeing them come and go.

course, have a device so sophisticated style hit in my life profoundly. Social networks like Facebook and Twitter were suddenly available to me permanently. Any moment of boredom could be dispelled by a quick look at the things that others had posted. The ravings which are usually read in this space are nothing compared to the esoteric manifestations can be seen in other places on the Internet.

As I predicted earlier , my life began to give way to obsessive compulsive impulses. I was happy prisoner of curiosity and anxiety. I loved being aware of the impact caused by my comments. Unfortunately, the situation began to spiral out of control. Any time was good for sending messages to the Internet: watching television, walking in the hallway or waiting for the traffic light changed. A couple of times I missed the floor which would be sending messages for the elevator.

But just before it gets worse, I managed to restrain myself. I left the message obsessive-compulsive, reserved only for certain hours a day. My cell phone use is also very modest. It was achieved with great strength of will, of course, but may also have influenced the fact that, for both surf the internet from my phone, I ran out of balance for three weeks.

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A human being should have a set of skills to survive in the wild world today. The ability to withstand a journey on public transport is very useful, for example. Have a stomach immune to food prepared in unhygienic conditions is also very important. But one thing is necessary for every human being and defining their potential success and survival as an individual: the art of survival verbal attacks.

While there was a time when the whole dispute was solved by clubbing clean, this powerful solution to the conflict proved to be impractical because someone sticks grind is often exhausting. In addition, cleaning and tidying up after an armed brawl is not grace and less if it's an everyday thing. That was how the use of arms became reserved for more serious matters such as trouble passion and discipline of children. In the search for less shocking methods of aggression, the debate began to gain popularity as a way of dealing with opponents. Of course, it was not long before the claim was perfected in a gun much sharper than a dagger and more poisonous than hemlock.

An effective verbal attack begins with the selection of content to be transmitted. This message is carefully calculated so corrosive influence on the psyche of the opponent. At this helps any knowledge of their family problems, failures, aspirations frustrated, and so on. Next, we formulate the message in a precise vocabulary and devastating, according to selected demographic, academic and geopolitical rival. An insult directed at a university must contain obscure references, extrapolations, hyperbole and sophisticated words. Directed mockery to a bus driver should only include profanity.

Running a verbal attack should be a quick and decisive action, so it is not recommended for people with a history of cardiac disorders, crying easily, stuttering or tendency to petrify without a word. The verbal wrestler must have sharp reflexes, because if the initial attack is not effective enough, the opponent has the opportunity to respond with a counterattack, which can be very dangerous if you are not ready. They are widely known cases where it came from that was shorn for wool.

Some have tried to combat written, relative passive-aggressive verbal combat, achieve preeminence, without success. And although both forms of aggression use language as a weapon, in fact, are very different things. Although the attack letter has its own advantages, it has the speed of action of verbal attack. Furthermore, the attack requires ever written any instrument (pencil, pen, computer) while the verbal fight only needs to open his mouth.

For those who are unable to engage in a verbal attack or much less respond to one, we recommend you concentrate on developing the valuable ability to block the mind the aggressive barrage of words, which avoids causing damage and allowed to keep its composure in any circumstances. Something widely known as "A foolish words, deaf ears."

Midtown Madness Demo Za Darmo

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trucks filled with earth Awesome start to an unknown destination, leaving behind clouds of dust and a giant hole in the ground that grows and deepens with each passing day. Are they looking for hidden treasures? Or perhaps the bones of a dinosaur? Will they want to trade with China without having to use boat? Not so. What happens is they want to get too high, but that has to start very low.

seems that each day starts construction of a building. Hundreds of workers work with heavy machinery to open tremendous gaps and prepare the ground for another outbreak it leviathan of steel, glass and concrete. Another.

's no secret that over the past fifty years, the metropolis has been populated by a growing number of vertical real estate. Gradually the profile of the city has gone from being flat spines. The buildings are everywhere and there for every purpose: to work or live, for uses of state or to serve entrepreneurs. They come in all colors and all styles. Some are very cute and there are creepy.

But not everyone knows is that all buildings in this country share a feature. Each and every one, are forever.

Unlike other countries, where the buildings they pass their expiry date disappear in a cloud of powder and dynamite, this is unthinkable to perform a controlled demolition. And not because they have an awareness of conservation of architectural heritage: it is simply cheaper to buy other land and build a new skyscraper. And so as the city spreads horizontally, filling with new buildings everywhere as an apartment properties disappear at a rapid clip.

Y is the same as the city increases its collection of buildings charged for years with broken elevators, floors ruined and decaying facades. Almost makes you want to happen some apocalyptic disaster to clean up the picture of all the useless old fogies.

But wanting to stop the construction of buildings may be a mistake. Perhaps what this city needs is the opposite: many more buildings. Hundreds. Miles. All built close together, at the same height. So, eventually may join the terraces of all and then paved over, creating an artificial plateau located tens of meters above the ground. And on this plateau, it could grow grass and plant trees. And so the city could start again.

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know a mother, a daughter and a granddaughter who has inherited the same ailment that has caused untold suffering. Relentless, this misadventure has grown from one branch of the family tree. Be seen whether the next generation is saved from this disorder. But everything depends on them to ensure that no sleep.

The misery that afflicts these poor women is the same: suffering from sleep fragile. Sleep is for them a complicated and arduous task. Homes must be in absolute silence. The darkness is complete. No vibration, no odor and if possible, nothing tastes. Otherwise, they are forced to spend a sleepless night, which inevitably affects the other members of the family.

is important to note that the fragile dream is not caused by a genetic features. None of the above women born with this characteristic, but each had the misfortune of being the eldest. And as the first child, his inexperienced parents did what any caring person would do: they did their best to create an ideal environment for the princess could sleep comfortably without the noise and inconvenience. But this innocent action, executed the best of intentions, it turns out to be counterproductive in the extreme.

The reason why the fragility somnifera is a disorder of firstborn very own is because after the second child, parents are much more experienced, and know that children do not dissolve if they fall head from a second floor, even if they fall in the face of some steps. Neither worry about turning off lights, turn down the volume of the TV, much less take care of sleep. Servants and children are benefiting from a powerful ability to rest anywhere, whenever and whatever. The more noisy environments to which children are exposed more easily achieved sleep later.

is common to hear media stories of children who fall asleep on the floor of the room with the lights on. They are also able to sleep with the TV or the radio on full blast. Seeing a no-first-born child to sleep is like watching a toy run out of batteries. Simply turn off.

Of course, a person with such a deep sleep like a no-first-born son is completely vulnerable to environmental conditions. If there is a flood, will be the last person to know. If there is an earthquake, you probably only just turns and continue sleeping like a baby while the house falls on it. That's why the dream Heavy need someone to react to the slightest noise or temperature change, someone jumped up and the alarm signal so that others do not go from sleep to eternal sleep. For that, one better than his firstborn.

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For a heterosexual man, felt a hand patting one the hostess is usually disturbing. It is worse if the hand in question happens to be male. But it becomes traumatic when the hand belongs to a male, and when it fumbles the back of his trousers own encounters with a gluteus maximus where it should be a portfolio.

Men, unlike women, tend to carry their purses close to your body so that eventually become part of them. Just as there are organs that secrete bile acid and blood, your wallet is like financial gland, which secretes a hormone called money, facilitating the process known as consumerism. As with any body, has to be kept well-stocked portfolio, that does not cause trouble. But above all we must keep in mind that a sudden amputation of the portfolio can be extremely painful.

wallet extractions are usually performed by talented professionals eligible to perform the procedure with or without anesthesia. But there are careless people who wear clothes very loose and thus conducive to self-induced loss. Whatever

practiced, the sudden carteroctomía invariably leaves an individual disoriented, confused and undercapitalized. There is no point having swollen bank accounts of money because then you lose access to them and to other resources. You may be dressed in a fine and face, but actually as poor as the guy who asks for money at traffic lights in rags.

As if instant impoverishment was not problem enough, the loss or theft of the portfolio carries a lot of problems more serious due to the dual role it plays. Not only is the bearer of our financial resources, but also is a repository of all those important documents that attest to who we are: driver's license, ID cards, video club membership, preferred customer cards, etc. For a time we are forced to wander the world without anyone to prove that we deserve credit when buying or are authorized to drive. More

losing money and documents is not the worst. At the end of the day, sooner or later manage to replace. But what nothing and no one ever will replace the card with so much tenacity we sacrifice to fill stickers in exchange for a free sandwich. Now that's tragic.

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Near me, a woman sat on a sphere with a lost look, as he was about a snake heels. I saw no need to signal the presence of the snake. After all, it was marble. But, even if authentic, could have done little damage to the lady, since she herself was of stone.

Lady and the snake in question belonged to one of the dozens of sculptures that were created by a series of national and international artists for sculpture festival, to which I was attending closed at this time. The sponsors of the event, a bank, a television and a pool-had spent a good amount throughout the tournament and now doing the same with this festival. Personalities of the government and the local cultural scene were present, and a swarm of reporters who came to document every moment, from dozens of different angles.

chair near where I witnessed the closure was positioned 30 inches screen, relaying the events that happened on the podium, located several meters away. The televised seeing the same events that I witnessed was not without a tinge unreal but not enough to hear the theme from the movie "Pink Panther" executed on marimba. I could not help wondering how it would look at the Inspector Clouseau dressed in indigenous costumes. Colorful image, really.

The opening of the sculpture park interrupted my musings. At these events, there are two types of people: those who come by works of art and resolutely directing the buffet line. An elderly woman stood next to me repeatedly trying to make conversation with me and cutting in line. I tried to ignore it. Everyone knows that the food at these events were always rushed. In the end, the woman managed to slip through, but as he did before Me, I do not care. Meats, prepared by a prestigious hotel, they were as tasty as sensitive. With a plate of these treats in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, I was ready to study the works.

As I was walking between the works, I grieved deeply for not bringing my camera. I tried to remedy the situation by taking photos with my cell phone. I got a lovely series of shaky images, dark and blurry. I kept the phone and, after serving another glass of wine, I concentrated on the statues.

The sculptures were impressive in size, but kept the relationship intrigue than any of them could be the theme of the contest: the immortal home. I regretted my lack of knowledge of sculpture, but my ignorance of the subject stopped worrying after my third glass of wine. Relaxed, I proceeded to wander aimlessly around the place, renaming mind every sculpture as their appearance: Crossword Puzzle Rubik , rolled towels, furniture Precast, Dice Tower, whistle. I continued my work on my artistic appropriation until I saw the clock and decided it was time to go home. Sociocultural pleased with my experience, I proceeded to find the exit.

Pokemon: Dawn Is Pregnant

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While the cold water rushed toward me, I wondered if I could get there in time to the Intensive Care Unit that I saved my limbs of hypothermia.

This was not always so. Thanks to the wonders of propane gas in my home never lacked hot water in more than a quarter century. Our faithful Heater Junkers worked tirelessly heating up tons of water, year after year. The only drawback to this heating system is a bad habit of gas cylinders to run out mid shower. Never run out sooner or later, always depleted when we are covered with soap and we have to rinse. Every two or three months the entire neighborhood has been livened up with a cacophonous series of exclamations of surprise and horror, followed by prayers out loud for someone to change the cylinder bloodless full one.

But apart from these occasional annoyances, the Junkers religiously fulfilled its work until one day he could not do it anymore. A faulty gasket caused a leak that had to be implemented without delay. Due to the age of the device, technicians recommended a new one. How? Will changing the Junkers? Unthinkable, if practically is a member of the family! Technicians shrank Live shoulders at such a gesture of solidarity, and proceeded to remove the heater to take to the workshop.

Junkers The absence of left us all heartbroken but also without hot water. The only way to heat water was the old, put a pot of water on the stove and then take a shower to bathe palanganazo clean. This primitive form of ablution is not a problem for those who lived their lives in the days before water heaters. But for those who have been accustomed to the convenience of hot water by simply turning a key and without having to carry it from the kitchen, this process is barbaric and outdated. To say that collides head on with our laziness.

The need for personal hygiene and my reluctance to carry pots I took the decision to bathe without hot water. And that's how I found myself in the costume of Adam, ready to receive the brunt of the icy water. Thoroughly lathered, I could not longer delay the inevitable and opened the faucet.

Then I started hearing a piercing howl that made me mourn for the poor animal suffering in this way. After a while I realized it was me who ripped the stillness of the night that way. While I washed, the water droplets falling on me felt like pins through the dermis. My numb fingers could hardly hold the soap and let it fall several times. At that time not to be grateful heart taking a shower in a penitentiary.

As I write this, the Junkers good friend is already back in the house, heating our water again. Some say that cold water baths are good for the skin, but I personally do not miss my feet rub vigorously with a towel to avoid losing them at the mercy of gangrene.