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François Rancy Director ITU Radiocommunication Bureau, Brahima Sanou Director of the ITU Telecommunication Development Bureau, His Excellency Mr. Héctor Marcelo Cima, Ambassador, Permanent Representative of Argentina to the United Nations Office Geneva and Houlin Zhao, Secretary-General, ITU.
My D70 is still at the doctor's waiting for an estimate. His D200 is still going... (They do have a 2 years gap, though)
I didn't voice my opinion on the new D80 yet. It's clearly a no. The D50, I could understand. It's simply a crippled D70 and that's fine. But the D80 simply takes the CCD, AF and metering system (although half the sensors) and LCD from the D200, which is all good (great), but that's about all that is good. No, there are a lot more good things. And the price is right. But anyway.
1/200 flash sync (so really, 1/125)
SD cards? WTF
SD! If it wasn't for the SD, I might have been a buyer. And if that's my only argument against the D200, then I'm stupid because with the price difference I could buy a lot of SD cards. Call me stupid. It's a matter of principles. CF are good, cheap, robust, widespread and you don't risk losing them under your fingernail. SD's are good for PDAs, gaming devices and PowerShot cameras.
I think I'll wait the D200 price drop. Should be in about a year, judging from the D70 history.
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Lately, the media has been portraying many actors/actresses/models to have an "unattainable" kind of beauty. Such as making their face flawless, symmetrical, thinner, eyes pop out more. What people don't realize is that many hours of picture editing (i.e. Photoshopping) are what makes these people look how they do.
Just remember, you are not ugly.
Society is.
True beauty comes within.
This appeared outside my house last night. There are two more along the block, then nothing, anywhere else. It's almost enough to make me stop picking up after my dog.
Ambulu, Cabang Ranting Peringati Milad Muhammadiyah 104, PCM Ambulu Jalan Sehat www.jembermu.com/2016/12/jalan-santai-milad-muhammadiyah-...
I loath routines. I do all I can to avoid them. I am sure I expend more energy trying to do things differently than just getting on and doing them. I am the worst at shopping for food. I rarely go on a food shop and often end up in the convenience store at the last minute hungry and paying twice the pricefor my food! I dislike eating the same meals twice in a row (sometimes twice in a month!) I have fallen asleep at work in the middle of a repetative job and have often been taken off jobs for making mistakes due to the lack of mental stimulation the task provided me. I am a dreamer and It is how I always was and always will be!
BUT...
There are some routines that have to be done. Every morning and every evening I have to climb into my motorbike safety gear. It annoys me geting changed in the middle of the office, It is uncomfortable and inconvenient, however, having no legs or breaking my spine is, I am quite positive, much more of a problem. So every morining and every evening I continue to squeeze into those garments and, each time I see a motorcyclist lying on the floor in the middle of the road, everytime the bike twitches on a patch of diesel or skids on a wet manhole cover, when that scary wobble occurs crossing the seemingly flat white lines in the road or on that heart stopping occasion when a car driver decides indicators are for other people and that bikers are both clarevoyant and indestructable..... I thank my lucky stars that I made the right decision.
This is inspired but the lummox who pulled out infront of me this morning causing me to fishtail on the wet mudcovered road, who then refused to acknowledge that I was even there when I pulled up to remind them to use indicators and mirrors, which was shortly followed by an insane 4x4 driver who actually tried to drive into me because I was filtering past a traffic jam that he was stuck in!
Who the hell thought up that damnable hit the water glass with the fork.
With a little tuning that could be fun. But the kissing was a pain. I would be in the middle of a good conversation and then in the middle of a thought I would have to kiss the groom. I mean geez this is supposed to be my day damn it. Why does the crowd get a say. I mean they should have been eating all the food Phil paid for.
was one of the worst new years i've ever had. prior to this picture being taken, i found out that bombs had gone off in bangkok, which is where matt was at the time on a school sponsored trip (that i couldn't afford). i was a fucking wreck and had people ALL UP IN MY BUSINESS for stupid stuff. it was lame all around. i tend to experience lousy new years eve festivities which is why i usually spend them celebrating at home with people who are non-buttholes.
WHY AM I WRITING NOVELS ON FLICKR TONIGHT?!!
...mutta onneksi ei pakkasta, joten mainio ilma ajella. Ihmiset vain "vähän" tuijottavat aikas pitkään, ihan kuin tämä ei olisi normaalia... :)
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Another shot of Mojo, during his rant while the keepers were cleaning his enclosure. For a small monkey, he looked and sounded intimidating!
See that bit that says "Sunday services are shown on this sheet"? What a crock of s...
I check the timetable online and plan to get the train that I know is running from Milton Keynes at 11:07. Figuring that I'm reasonably familiar with the definition of the word timetable I assume that London Midland will at the very least make an attempt to run a train from the station at this particular time.
I turn up at the station and don't see the 11:07 service on the departure board but this happens frequently enough for me not to worry about it. I make my way to platform level and wait a minute or two in the hope that the train will appear on the screen before I need to the bother the guys working on the gates, but alas no and a conversation like this happens:
Me: Hi, could you tell me which platform the 11:07 is running from?
Him: No such train.
Me: Um, you mean it's been cancelled?
Him: No.
Me: But it's on the timetable.
Him: It's not on _my_ timetable.
Me: It's on the timetable downstairs on the platform, I checked already.
Him: Yeah well, it's a ghost train.
Now I can understand a printing error. I can understand that maybe the person in charge of uploading timetables to the London Midland website hasn't got round to uploading the correct version. I can understand timetable alterations. What I can't understand is why that man had to be so freakin' rude about it. I cannot possibly convey the surly tone of f**k-off-ness he had in his voice and although I thought I'd let go of this weeks ago, just thinking about it is getting me mad all over again.
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Anna was disappointed that I did not come home with an offering of chocolate for the exam gods. Firsalar clearly wanted an offering too...