Croatia is breathtaking and beautiful. Thank you for sharing this with all of us. Hugs, Barbara
Barcode: A barcode is an optical machine-readable representation of data relating to the object to which it is attached.
They are used widely in many currencies, such as the Brazilian 20, 50, and 100-reais notes; British 5, 10, and 20-pound notes; South Korean 5000, 10000, and 50000-won notes; Japanese 5000 and 10000 yen notes; and all the currently-circulating banknotes of the Canadian dollar, Danish krone, and Euro. They can also be found in credit and bank cards as well as passports, ID cards, books, DVDs, and sports equipment. (Barcode & Hologram: Courtesy Of Wikipedia).
Life Among the Two Dimensional Universe. Our Universe Like A Hologram And Barcode! Universe like hologram: you can read many publication.
Universe like barcode: This is my research, may be of help in metascience.
I do not…
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Yummy. I love eggplant. Hugs, Barbara
My wife loves eggplant of any kind and cooked in any way so I’ve picked two totally different recipes, one Italian style and one Japanese. The first one is from Chef Gianni repertoire and the Japanese style is inspired from Chanie’s blog.
It was a sad day for the Ellis family, their father, husband, uncle, grandpa and friend Nate Ellis was being buried today. Screams of “Daddy” from his three children were wailed across “Mount Moriah Cemetery” in New Jersey where the burial was taking place. There were massive people at the cemetery paying their last respect to “Nate the Great” which everyone called him, because of all the good he did for those within his community. They all watched in silence as his casket was being lowered into the ground.
Nate was a good and humble man, with a great big heart. He would give you the shirt off his back and everyone in their town knew who Nate was, even the panhandlers. Nate drove a raggedy old red pickup truck he called “Betsy.” He…
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Bet you didn’t see that coming! 😉
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Very good poem.
I guess the GOP never got the memo on the definition of insanity…
House Republicans Are Still On Another Planet
“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
While that quote has been misattributed to everyone from Albert Einstein to Mark Twain, it’s a pretty apt description of House Republicans and the Affordable Care Act.
Today, House Republicans voted to repeal the Affordable Care Act for the 50th time since the law was passed in 2010. The repeal bill they passed this afternoon would result in a million additional uninsured Americans just this year alone.
President Obama took a shot at these endless GOP games last week: “You know what they say: 50th time is the charm. Maybe when you hit your 50th repeal vote, you will win a prize. Maybe if you buy 50 repeal votes, you get one free.”
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Light Breaks Where no Sun shines
Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,
The thing of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.
A candle in the thighs
Warms you and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkled in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.
Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toes the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, not staked, the gushers of the sky
Sprout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.
Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day light the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter’s robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.
Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thoughts where thoughts smell in the reain;
When logics die.
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
What does it mean, world as lover? You are sitting by a clear lake on a summer’s night. The wind is rustling the trees; it is a strong wind and you’re almost cold, but not quite. Before you, white caps crown the dark waves, and the moon traces a shining path across the water. This raw beauty resides outside you, or so it seems. All at once it occurs to you that this same powerful beauty arises in you, triggers itself in your personality. This same beauty, which you once thought you could only find in nature, you now fine in a living way in yourself.
The smooth patches in life are appreciated because we also experience the storms and high tides. Life is a balance. We are part of that balance. We make the balance work or we, as human beings, destroy the balance. We need to get ready to find the balance and keep it.