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Siempre que hemos visitado el sur este de asia nos hemos encontrado esta misma imagen de montañas de cables de luz, de internet y ves a saber de cuantas cosas más. No quisiera ser operario que tuviera que resolver algún problema. También he de decir que no hemos tenido nunca problemas de luz y internet funciona correctamente.
Whenever we have visited South East Asia we have found this same image of mountains of electricity cables, the internet and you see who knows how many other things. I don't want to be an operator who has to solve a problem. I must also say that we have never had power problems and the internet works correctly.
Sempre que hem visitat el sud est d'Àsia ens hem trobat aquesta mateixa imatge de muntanyes de cables de llum, d'internet i vés a saber quantes coses més. No voldria ser operari que hagués de resoldre algun problema. També he de dir que no hem tingut mai problemes de llum i internet funciona correctament.
I'm quite certain that the majority of my generation are internet royalties. We spend most of our time behind our screens, texting our friends, refreshing social media feeds, watching silly video's; it is all undeniably fun and quite addicting too. #Foxy released a neon sign for all of my fellow internet princesses as one of her Gifts of the Guardians at The Guardians event. [read more...]
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An ugly librarian manage his library.
In which all of the books have messy piled up, and thrown away are.
It is the graveyard of knowledge.
It is diary forgotten.
It is the story nobody knows.
I wander the sea of words that became apart.
The name of the sea , we call “INTERNET”
The Library by Cica Ghost
FROM THE INTERNET:
With a depth of 1,943 feet, Crater Lake in Oregon is the deepest lake in the United States - and one of the most beautiful.
The water's intense blue color is an indication of its great depth and purity. Surrounded by cliffs, the lake is fed entirely by rain and snow.
Scientists consider Crater Lake to be the cleanest and clearest large body of water in the world.
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Crater Lake rests in the belly of a dormant volcano. The volcano once stood 12,000 feet tall, but it collapsed after a major eruption 7,700 years ago.
Later eruptions formed Wizard Island, a cinder cone that rises from the water. The park has an abundance of fascinating volcanic features, including a second rocky island, the Phantom Ship.
Lisa is a dilute (or muted) calico, a very rare color pattern. Only one in every 1,000 cats is born a standard calico and dilute calico cats are even rarer. The internet also says they can be expensive, costing between $400 and $2,000. I got Lisa for free, however, adopting her and her brother, Bart, through www.realcruzancats.org.
Doc . Internet .
Le passage Verdeau se situe dans le prolongement des passages des Panoramas et Jouffroy. Il fut d'ailleurs édifié en 1847, en même temps et par les mêmes architectes que le passage Jouffroy. Le passage tient son nom de Monsieur Verdeau, l'un des promoteurs du passage et actionnaire de la société du passage Jouffroy, par ailleurs inventeur du système de location de linge aux hôtels et meublés.
Situé en retrait, le passage Verdeau a toujours souffert de la comparaison avec les passages qu'il prolonge et est longtemps resté déshérité. C’est pourtant l’un des plus clairs, possédant une haute verrière en arête de poisson et un dessin néoclassique épuré.
Cependant l’ouverture de l’Hôtel Drouot a attiré de nombreux antiquaires qui y ont élu domicile et le passage attire depuis de nombreux collectionneurs de livres anciens ou cartes postales anciennes. Un magasin de photo (au 14-16) se situe au même emplacement depuis 1901.
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The resort is all decked out in holiday regalia. A wonderful time for a visit to this beautiful spot in British Columbia, Canada.
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This is a photo of a website displayed on the computer monitor, seen through the texture in the glass coffee pot.
In that forgotten happy era without the Internet, it was the State Republican Library of the Ukrainian SSR named after the CPSU.
After the declaration of independence, the library became known as the State Library of Ukraine, and in 1994, according to the Presidential Decree, it received the status of the National Parliamentary Library of Ukraine.
Вікна великого читального залу. Моє улюблене місце біля третього вікні зліва. В епоху без Інтернету, майже кожні вихідні впродовж 5-ти академічних років, я дивився на світ очима славетних авторів крізь призму іхніх книжок.
У ту забуту щасливу епоху без Інтернету, це була Державна республіканська бібліотека УРСР імені КПРС.
Після проголошення незалежності бібліотека стала називатися Державною бібліотекою України, а 1994 року, згідно з Указом Президента, вона набула статусу Національної парламентської бібліотеки України.
Bright red colors on winter blueberry plants-before they leaf out in the spring.
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A waterfall in the heart of Bellingham, Washington, USA.
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The county features a wonderful sampling of classic barns. This is one example taken during a dramatic sunrise. Bellingham, Washington, USA.
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It's a lovely day here in Edinburgh, so it was nice to go out at lunchtime for a wee change. I've taken a few shots for 21st Century Tuesday, but for me this one ticks the boxes. So this is my 21st Century Tuesday pic.
The Internet at our house had gone down earlier this afternoon. Spent an afternoon trouble shooting with AT&T tech support to no avail. It appeared to be something to do with my broadband modem, which has been with us for almost 10 years. Hopefully, the technician would come tomorrow morning and replace it. Until then, I can only post my daily photo from my phone. Without Internet, I feel like our house is in chaos like this photo and I am just the little guy at the left hand corner feeling helpless. Credit to my wife for taking this photo of me and the "House of Chaos".
9.4.09
The flight arrived on time; and the twelve hours while on board passed quickly and without incident. To be sure, the quality of the Cathay Pacific service was exemplary once again.
Heathrow reminds me of Newark International. The décor comes straight out of the sterile 80's and is less an eyesore than an insipid background to the rhythm of human activity, such hustle and bustle, at the fore. There certainly are faces from all races present, creating a rich mosaic of humanity which is refreshing if not completely revitalizing after swimming for so long in a sea of Chinese faces in Hong Kong.
Internet access is sealed in England, it seems. Nothing is free; everything is egregiously monetized from the wireless hotspots down to the desktop terminals. I guess Hong Kong has spoiled me with its abundant, free access to the information superhighway.
11.4.09
Despite staying in a room with five other backpackers, I have been sleeping well. The mattress and pillow are firm; my earplugs keep the noise out; and the sleeping quarters are as dark as a cave when the lights are out, and only as bright as, perhaps, a dreary rainy day when on. All in all, St. Paul's is a excellent place to stay for the gregarious, adventurous, and penurious city explorer - couchsurfing may be a tenable alternative; I'll test for next time.
Yesterday Connie and I gorged ourselves at the borough market where there were all sorts of delectable, savory victuals. There was definitely a European flavor to the food fair: simmering sausages were to be found everywhere; and much as the meat was plentiful, and genuine, so were the dairy delicacies, in the form of myriad rounds of cheese, stacked high behind checkered tabletops. Of course, we washed these tasty morsels down with copious amounts of alcohol that flowed from cups as though amber waterfalls. For the first time I tried mulled wine, which tasted like warm, rancid fruit punch - the ideal tonic for a drizzling London day, I suppose. We later killed the afternoon at the pub, shooting the breeze while imbibing several diminutive half-pints in the process. Getting smashed at four in the afternoon doesn't seem like such a bad thing anymore, especially when you are having fun in the company of friends; I can more appreciate why the English do it so much!
Earlier in the day, we visited the Tate Modern. Its turbine room lived up to its prominent billing what with a giant spider, complete with bulbous egg sac, anchoring the retrospective exhibit. The permanent galleries, too, were a delight upon which to feast one's eyes. Picasso, Warhol and Pollock ruled the chambers of the upper floors with the products of their lithe wrists; and I ended up becoming a huge fan of cubism, while developing a disdain for abstract art and its vacuous images, which, I feel, are devoid of both motivation and emotion.
My first trip yesterday morning was to Emirates Stadium, home of the Arsenal Gunners. It towers imperiously over the surrounding neighborhood; yet for all its majesty, the place sure was quiet! Business did pick up later, however, once the armory shop opened, and dozens of fans descended on it like bees to a hive. I, too, swooped in on a gift-buying mission, and wound up purchasing a book for Godfrey, a scarf for a student, and a jersey - on sale, of course - for good measure.
I'm sitting in the Westminster Abbey Museum now, resting my weary legs and burdened back. So far, I've been verily impressed with what I've seen, such a confluence of splendor and history before me that it would require days to absorb it all, when regretfully I can spare only a few hours. My favorite part of the abbey is the poets corner where no less a literary luminary than Samuel Johnson rests in peace - his bust confirms his homely presence, which was so vividly captured in his biography.
For lunch I had a steak and ale pie, served with mash, taken alongside a Guinness, extra cold - 2 degrees centigrade colder, the bartender explained. It went down well, like all the other delicious meals I've had in England; and no doubt by now I have grown accustomed to inebriation at half past two. Besides, Liverpool were playing inspired football against Blackburn; and my lunch was complete.
Having had my fill of football, I decided to skip my ticket scalping endeavor at Stamford Bridge and instead wandered over to the British Museum to inspect their extensive collections. Along the way, my eye caught a theater, its doors wide open and admitting customers. With much rapidity, I subsequently checked the show times, saw that a performance was set to begin, and at last rushed to the box office to purchase a discounted ticket - if you call a 40 pound ticket a deal, that is. That's how I grabbed a seat to watch Hairspray in the West End.
The show was worth forty pounds. The music was addictive; and the stage design and effects were not so much kitschy as delightfully stimulating - the pulsating background lights were at once scintillating and penetrating. The actors as well were vivacious, oozing charisma while they danced and delivered lines dripping in humor. Hairspray is a quality production and most definitely recommended.
12.4.09
At breakfast I sat across from a man who asked me to which country Hong Kong had been returned - China or Japan. That was pretty funny. Then he started spitting on my food as he spoke, completely oblivious to my breakfast becoming the receptacle in which the fruit of his inner churl was being placed. I guess I understand the convention nowadays of covering one's mouth whilst speaking and masticating at the same time!
We actually conversed on London life in general, and I praised London for its racial integration, the act of which is a prodigious leap of faith for any society, trying to be inclusive, accepting all sorts of people. It wasn't as though the Brits were trying in vain to be all things to all men, using Spanish with the visitors from Spain, German with the Germans and, even, Hindi with the Indians, regardless of whether or not Hindi was their native language; not even considering the absurd idea of encouraging the international adoption of their language; thereby completely keeping English in English hands and allowing its proud polyglots to "practice" their languages. Indeed, the attempt of the Londoners to avail themselves of the rich mosaic of ethnic knowledge, and to seek a common understanding with a ubiquitous English accent is an exemplar, and the bedrock for any world city.
I celebrated Jesus' resurrection at the St. Andrew's Street Church in Cambridge. The parishioners of this Baptist church were warm and affable, and I met several of them, including one visiting (Halliday) linguistics scholar from Zhongshan university in Guangzhou, who in fact had visited my tiny City University of Hong Kong in 2003. The service itself was more traditional and the believers fewer in number than the "progressive" services at any of the charismatic, evangelical churches in HK; yet that's what makes this part of the body of Christ unique; besides, the message was as brief as a powerpoint slide, and informative no less; the power word which spoke into my life being a question from John 21:22 - what is that to you?
Big trees; exquisite lawns; and old, pointy colleges; that's Cambridge in a nutshell. Sitting here, sipping on a half-pint of Woodforde's Wherry, I've had a leisurely, if not languorous, day so far; my sole duty consisting of walking around while absorbing the verdant environment as though a sponge, camera in tow.
I am back at the sublime beer, savoring a pint of Sharp's DoomBar before my fish and chips arrive; the drinking age is 18, but anyone whose visage even hints of youthful brilliance is likely to get carded these days, the bartender told me. The youth drinking culture here is almost as twisted as the university drinking culture in America.
My stay in Cambridge, relaxing and desultory as it may be, is about to end after this late lunch. I an not sure if there is anything left to see, save for the American graveyard which rests an impossible two miles away. I have had a wonderful time in this town; and am thankful for the access into its living history - the residents here must demonstrate remarkable patience and tolerance what with so many tourists ambling on the streets, peering - and photographing - into every nook and cranny.
13.4.09
There are no rubbish bins, yet I've seen on the streets many mixed race couples in which the men tend to be white - the women also belonging to a light colored ethnicity, usually some sort of Asian; as well saw some black dudes and Indian dudes with white chicks.
People here hold doors, even at the entrance to the toilet. Sometimes it appears as though they are going out on a limb, just waiting for the one who will take the responsibility for the door from them, at which point I rush out to relieve them of such a fortuitous burden.
I visited the British Museum this morning. The two hours I spent there did neither myself nor the exhibits any justice because there really is too much to survey, enough captivating stuff to last an entire day, I think. The bottomless well of artifacts from antiquity, drawing from sources as diverse as Korea, and Mesopotamia, is a credit to the British empire, without whose looting most of this amazing booty would be unavailable for our purview; better, I think, for these priceless treasures to be open to all in the grandest supermarket of history than away from human eyes, and worst yet, in the hands of unscrupulous collectors or in the rubbish bin, possibly.
Irene and I took in the ballet Giselle at The Royal Opera House in the afternoon. The building is a plush marvel, and a testament to this city's love for the arts. The ballet itself was satisfying, the first half being superior to the second, in which the nimble dancers demonstrated their phenomenal dexterity in, of all places, a graveyard covered in a cloak of smoke and darkness. I admit, their dance of the dead, in such a gloomy necropolis, did strike me as, strange.
Two amicable ladies from Kent convinced me to visit their hometown tomorrow, where, they told me, the authentic, "working" Leeds Castle and the mighty interesting home of Charles Darwin await.
I'm nursing a pint of Green King Ruddles and wondering about the profusion of British ales and lagers; the British have done a great deed for the world by creating an interminable line of low-alcohol session beers that can be enjoyed at breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner; and their disservice is this: besides this inexhaustible supply of cheap beer ensnaring my inner alcoholic, I feel myself putting on my freshman fifteen, almost ten years after the fact; I am going to have to run a bit harder back in Hong Kong if I want to burn all this malty fuel off.
Irene suggested I stop by the National Art Gallery since we were in the area; and it was an hour well spent. The gallery currently presents a special exhibit on Picasso, the non-ticketed section of which features several seductive renderings, including David spying on Bathsheba - repeated in clever variants - and parodies of other masters' works. Furthermore, the main gallery houses two fabulous portraits by Joshua Reynolds, who happens to be favorite of mine, he in life being a close friend of Samuel Johnson - I passed by Boswells, where its namesake first met Johnson, on my way to the opera house.
14.4.09
I prayed last night, and went through my list, lifting everyone on it up to the Lord. That felt good; that God is alive now, and ever present in my life and in the lives of my brothers and sisters.
Doubtless, then, I have felt quite wistful, as though a specter in the land of the living, being in a place where religious fervor, it seems, is a thing of the past, a trifling for many, to be hidden away in the opaque corners of centuries-old cathedrals that are more expensive tourist destinations than liberating homes of worship these days. Indeed, I have yet to see anyone pray, outside of the Easter service which I attended in Cambridge - for such an ecstatic moment in verily a grand church, would you believe that it was only attended by at most three dozen spirited ones. The people of England, and Europe in general, have, it is my hope, only locked away the Word, relegating it to the quiet vault of their hearts. May it be taken out in the sudden pause before mealtimes and in the still crisp mornings and cool, silent nights. There is still hope for a revival in this place, for faith to rise like that splendid sun every morning. God would love to rescue them, to deliver them in this day, it is certain.
I wonder what Londoners think, if anything at all, about their police state which, like a vine in the shadows, has taken root in all corners of daily life, from the terrorist notifications in the underground, which implore Londoners to report all things suspicious, to the pair of dogs which eagerly stroll through Euston. What makes this all the more incredible is the fact that even the United States, the indomitable nemesis of the fledgling, rebel order, doesn't dare bombard its citizens with such fear mongering these days, especially with Obama in office; maybe we've grown wise in these past few years to the dubious returns of surrendering civil liberties to the state, of having our bags checked everywhere - London Eye; Hairspray; and The Royal Opera House check bags in London while the museums do not; somehow, that doesn't add up for me.
I'm in a majestic bookshop on New Street in Birmingham, and certainly to confirm my suspicions, there are just as many books on the death of Christianity in Britain as there are books which attempt to murder Christianity everywhere. I did find, however, a nice biography on John Wesley by Roy Hattersley and The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. I may pick up the former.
Lunch with Sally was pleasant and mirthful. We dined at a French restaurant nearby New Street - yes, Birmingham is a cultural capitol! Sally and I both tried their omelette, while her boyfriend had the fish, without chips. Conversation was light, the levity was there and so was our reminiscing about those fleeting moments during our first year in Hong Kong; it is amazing how friendships can resume so suddenly with a smile. On their recommendation, I am on my way to Warwick Castle - they also suggested that I visit Cadbury World, but they cannot take on additional visitors at the moment, the tourist office staff informed me, much to my disappointment!
Visiting Warwick Castle really made for a great day out. The castle, parts of which were established by William the Conquerer in 1068, is as much a kitschy tourist trap as a meticulous preservation of history, at times a sillier version of Ocean Park while at others a dignified dedication to a most glorious, inexorably English past. The castle caters to all visitors; and not surprisingly, that which delighted all audiences was a giant trebuchet siege engine, which for the five p.m. performance hurled a fireball high and far into the air - fantastic! Taliban beware!
15.4.09
I'm leaving on a jet plane this evening; don't know when I'll be back in England again. I'll miss this quirky, yet endearing place; and that I shall miss Irene and Tom who so generously welcomed me into their home, fed me, and suffered my use of their toilet and shower goes without saying. I'm grateful for God's many blessings on this trip.
On the itinerary today is a trip to John Wesley's home, followed by a visit to the Imperial War Museum. Already this morning I picked up a tube of Oilatum, a week late perhaps, which Teri recommended I use to treat this obstinate, dermal weakness of mine - I'm happy to report that my skin has stopped crying.
John Wesley's home is alive and well. Services are still held in the chapel everyday; and its crypt, so far from being a cellar for the dead, is a bright, spacious museum in which all things Wesley are on display - I never realized how much of an iconic figure he became in England; at the height of this idol frenzy, ironic in itself, he must have been as popular as the Beatles were at their apex. The house itself is a multi-story edifice with narrow, precipitous staircases and spacious rooms decorated in an 18th century fashion.
I found Samuel Johnson's house within a maze of red brick hidden alongside Fleet Street. To be in the home of the man who wrote the English dictionary, and whose indefatigable love for obscure words became the inspiration for my own lexical obsession, this, by far, is the climax of my visit to England! The best certainly has been saved for last.
There are a multitude of portraits hanging around the house like ornaments on a tree. Every likeness has its own story, meticulously retold on the crib sheets in each room. Celebrities abound, including David Garrick and Sir Joshua Reynolds, who painted several of the finer images in the house. I have developed a particular affinity for Oliver Goldsmith, of whom Boswell writes, "His person was short, his countenance coarse and vulgar, his deportment that of a scholar awkwardly affecting the easy gentleman. It appears as though I, too, could use a more flattering description of myself!
I regretfully couldn't stop to try the curry in England; I guess the CityU canteen's take on the dish will have to do. I did, however, have the opportune task of flirting with the cute Cathay Pacific counter staff who checked me in. She was gorgeous in red, light powder on her cheeks, with real diamond earrings, she said; and her small, delicate face, commanded by a posh British accent rendered her positively irresistible, electrifying. Not only did she grant me an aisle seat but she had the gumption to return my fawning with zest; she must be a pro at this by now.
I saw her again as she was pulling double-duty, collecting tickets prior to boarding. She remembered my quest for curry; and in the fog of infatuation, where nary a man has been made, I fumbled my words like the sloppy kid who has had too much punch. I am just an amateur, alas, an "Oliver Goldsmith" with the ladies - I got no game - booyah!
Some final, consequential bits: because of the chavs, Burberry no longer sells those fashionable baseball caps; because of the IRA, rubbish bins are no longer a commodity on the streets of London, and as a result, the streets and the Underground of the city are a soiled mess; and because of other terrorists from distant, more arid lands, going through a Western airport has taken on the tedium of perfunctory procedure that doesn't make me feel any safer from my invisible enemies.
At last, I saw so many Indians working at Heathrow that I could have easily mistaken the place for Mumbai. Their presence surprised me because their portion of the general population surely must be less than their portion of Heathrow staff, indicating some mysterious hiring bias. Regardless, they do a superb job with cursory airport checks, and in general are absurdly funny and witty when not tactless.
That's all for England!
OK, It's spring...and tulip time in the northwest.
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Anda akan belajar melalui buku ini:
•Gambaran jelas bagaimana berjualan di internet dan persiapan apa saja yang diperlukan
•Menentukan produk yang akan dijual melalui proses pencarian ide, memilih jenis produk, melakukan riset pemasaran, mengamati pesaing dan membuat rencana pemasaran untuk kesuksesan bisnis Anda
•Anda bisa membuat website (toko online) sendiri dari awal sampai akhir, Anda tinggal mengikuti langkah-langkahnya saja
•Anda bisa mempromosikan website (toko online) Anda baik promosi online dan offline untuk segera menghasilkan penjualan
Sebuah tutorial lengkap sebagai paduan untuk Anda berjualan di internet!
Penulis: David Odang, Penerbit Elexmedia, Buku sudah tersedia di toko buku di kota Anda.
It seems in modern times many people have taken to social media to make a buck. Between Instagram, Facebook, You Tube, Tik Tok, Twitter and any others I may have missed. A lot of biggest earners are some twenty year young woman who look like they live on four hundred calories a day peddling their good looks to desperate over sexed men. Another big spin are the youthful commentators like those above who concentrate on political and social issues although here in New York City these wannabe journalists are as almost as abundant as the panhandlers'.
Looking north at the intersection of Palo Verde and Baseline west of Buckeye, Arizona.
Hasselblad 501 CM + Zeiss Distagon f/3.5 60mm CF + Kodak Portra 160 @ 100. Lab: The Icon, Los Angeles, CA. Scan: Epson V850.
Maybe our internet is back? Maybe it will stay on? I am not sure of the answer at all.
(Not on my "to buy" list, but fun to see and grab a shot of at the auction preview!)
Day two of the move and we find out it is going to be 3 weeks before we get broadband in our new house. So I sit on the floor and dialup to check mail.
The Small Person has never experienced a computer that does not have an 'always on' internet connection and doesn't really understand what is on her machine and what is on the internet and therefore won't work.
Due to some fun internet issues, wrapping up the product updates I was working on to go along with my FLF release got delayed, so I'll be keeping my FLF item out an extra day for you all.
For this round of Fifty Linden Friday, I made some sweet thanksgiving themed place settings. A pretty detailed plate combination topped with a mini white pumpkin, They come in four options; Mist, Fern, Gold & Blush, each with it's own embroidered quote on the napkin underneath.
To go along with this release, I updated 2 of my older releases to now be Uni-HUD compatible. The Silk Draped dining table and the Suede dining chair. I took on a bundle of requests for these items, including making the table space a little wider to fit plates better, making the bow slightly less symmetrical and adding an extra mirrored bow version in the pack. I also added extra animations to the chairs, which include drinking and eating animations complete with new prop items.
These updates, as with all Uni-HUD updates are free for anyone who already owns these items, simply hit up the redelivery terminal for your fresh copy.
Have a wonderful thanksgiving everyone, and stay safe <3 Cielo.
Muita gente não conhece esse site, por isso decidi postar. Desde qualquer crime de internet(pode ser calote em trocas) até qualquer tipo de preconceito ou material que ofenda alguém podem ser denunciados aqui:
Pling, an email. Pling, a text. Pling, a discord notification. Sometimes it's a bit much, isn't it?
The second round of this year’s RogueOlympics over on RogueBricks was about exploring the 'Internet'.
I had barely any time last week for the ROs - some three hours on a Sunday night was all that I could manage. So here's a simple little tale about ignoring the internet, I guess.
Can you recognise all the services that the minifigure is walking away from?
The RogueOlympics require you to stick to 101 elements or less so this little scene was built with a total of 98 bricks. It’s always great fun to work around those restrictions as it’s so different from most other contests, so of course I had to join.
Six more rounds to go, we barely started! Feel free to join in on the fun!
Stock it up!
Strobist info:
1x580ex @ 1/1 into large softbox from above
1x430ex @ 1/8 into small softbox from right
Internet...fuck you!
Mi sono rotta le palle di router, ADSL, windows, modem, Tele2, ping, impostazioni, ipconfig, MTU...e bla bla bla!
In un mese mi hanno fatta diventare una hacker.
La prossima volta voglio rinascere nel 1800.
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entry
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Professionally equipped fitness center
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State-of-the-art surround sound theater/media room
Resident clubroom with a full-service kitchen
Business center & conference room
Billiard Lounge & Card Room
Poolside Cabanas
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Private elevator lobbies
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Impact-resistant windows and doors
Pre-wired for high-speed internet access
Spacious balconies and terraces
Fully sprinkled fire and alarm systems
Recessed lighting in halls, kitchens, and baths
Granite countertops & backsplash in Kitchen
Premium Kitchen appliance packages including:
42" Subzero refrigerator with ice maker
Electric Range (Gas Optional)
Built-in wall oven with microwave
Multi-cycle "quiet-power" dishwasher with pot scrubber
Undermount Sink with European-style faucet
9' Ceilings
Solar tinted and laminated glass on all windows & sliding
glass panels
Energy efficient heating, ventilation & cooling systems
Air-conditioned storage
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