Sunday, June 29, 2003

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[R]emembering is not the re-excitation of innumerable fixed, lifeless and fragmentary traces. It is an imaginative reconstruction, or construction, built out of the relation of our attitude towards a whole active mass of organised past reactions or experience, and to a little outstanding detail which commonly appears in image or in language form.

Sir Frederick Charles Bartlett (1932). Remembering . Cambridge, England: Cambridge University Press (p.213).

Tuesday, June 10, 2003

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evosonic @ 2003-06-10T13: 32:00



no use to chase me - I'm faster. With ambush does not help, I'll let not catch me. I am voluntarily or not. I'm lucky.

often do you search in the wrong place for me, you run right past me, some stupid drip afterwards that will make you unhappy.
Do not you know that I come from you alone, especially when you are not crunching with me? And you can not understand that love is just one of my many possibilities ?

I am the High, the noise, the kick. A constant drop of a sure foundation. I am the meaning of life, the golden moment. I will tell you whom I give great moments, and why.

Once I was fresh snow. Jenny, 15 years, came from the cinema on the lighted street. The city sounds were muffled, sounded somewhere music. And Jenny looked stunned at her silver city. They felt rich and free and enjoyed every step. For the first time she thought, I'm happy, I think she has even called loudly.
Many want to know how you get to take me. And so life now, many researchers expect to discover myself. But they are still at Beginning. There is no formula for something like me. But a few elements of my complicated chemical known already:
energy and good humor, relaxation and optimism. What
measure the researchers, however, is not more than my shadow. The profound reason for my appearance in this or that ecstatic moment, defies scientific analysis. I value my mystery. Strange, my children never ask why I visit. Add me as a natural thing in the world, such as soft snow and blue sky. So it's fun to make them happy. As I wait for a joyful shock under the pillow.
adults with severe tu I, the first child's rapture to beat, is nearly impossible. I also hunters, chase up to me, are also an abomination, as the infidels who can not make me alone. One thing is: I prefer self-confident people who like themselves.
Happy people, even the scientists have found to keep themselves more attractive and intelligent than unhappy. Feat, I give them energy and charisma, stress and anxiety are the opposite of happiness.
Who has a garden, which I give a lot of rapt hours, the smell of the earth, the joy in everything that grows and thrives. Who loves this, find me as well.
climbers I give at the top of the target Kick. Careerists me confused with status and income. You wonder why I go with them scurry and sweat out of his way. Among us: the air-conditioned offices, underground garages and endless standing banquets are not my preferred terrain.
restrained I react on compulsory exercises. For complex functions such as weddings and New Year I feel as catalog products. Also on lies and self-deception, I do not react. This is the reason why I am only sometimes Christmas.
The wealth leaves me cold, has long known. The fact is proven time to time. Shall state millionaires in America are a few percentage points less happy than average Americans. Not that I preferred poverty. But the satisfaction of the beautiful and rich can be dangerous. Who is bored, is put on silly ideas. Happiness drugs for example, have to do with me at all. Designer luck to swallow? If it were not so sad to be laughable.
I am not edible or drinkable times and certainly not for sale.
meet with the simple things of a different kind I sit with no particular reason behind the sleepy look of a mother who watches her child after work while painting. Or behind the young couple who have created their own home and now proudly considered the first selbstgesÃĪten plants.
course I enjoy from time to time the big show. Then I drive to you with tears in his eyes, the pulse is quicker, his throat is dry. My very first appearance is nothing other than stress.
course just newly in love have a right to my company. This has been times my daily business. I'm just reward for their courage. Too bad that many so cling to me, that I run out of air. I can not gild every day and every minute!
There are circumstances that are very unhappy and I just grab one. It's very long ago, I met Mary. She was at war for months 17 and went home on foot. By smoking a wounded landscapes, with hunger in the belly and the Hope that the house of her grandmother is still standing. She turned into the road and it was surrounded by piles of rubble. As they danced and sang that other people have shaken their heads.
glad I comfort those who allow it. It was no coincidence that I was reunited with Julia after a long absence in their car. Because I like to drive car. When driving, people think about their life after they feel it strong, focused and happy. Julia thus lead her heartache home. She was sick in the head and made himself a migraine ready to attack. But suddenly, a jolt went through her body. She thought something new. I will not be unhappy. You accelerated, moved tentatively the mouth up, and behold: they held. I was sitting in the wings, because they suddenly remembered what a great wife. She took me home with in the bathtub, her pale body is looked at again accurate and signed up for fitness. I like it because I love it when the hormones whizzing in sports through the veins and the man gets a good feel for themselves.

And you make me not feel guilty now if I did not care of you for a while. Remember dear, when I was last with you. It is certainly not so long ago, as you might think.

your happiness

(Author unknown)

Sunday, June 1, 2003

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she's the one

emma de caunes

yes, that's her. by far my most beautiful (distr) actress-discovery since months ....

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"and what are you doing?"

one of the things that I hate, since I was in the 30s (* gulp *) I, is that the more people talk only about what they "do" so. was yesterday at the wedding of my friends knew jakob except j. and his girlfriend (now wife) really have no one, started with a few attempts at communication or accepted and almost all was the second question "and what are you doing?" * Rolling eyes * I naturally unwound my standard program and at first made of the courtesy to ask although I am not really interested. I will not be arrogant, but honestly, why not talk to people about what they like, what books do you find good, what movies, where they were already on vacation? I get out of it when I know that my senior project manager in relation to 'Ner enterprising advice (what to say to me about the people?)? it works not to know about it, but to mark out boundaries and classify themselves ("Have I the biggest ?")?.
well, but later people still made, with which one could palaver about relevant things. Oh yes: and nice flamenco dancers! (About something important to tell)