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Kate Mutzbauer, 2, reaches out to touch a light Thursday, Nov. 29, 2012 in Columbia, Mo. Kate's mother said Kate was so excited about Christmas and the tree that she wouldn't leave the trunk. (Natalie Cheng/KOMU)
Sim : Cadenza
Date : 07 01 2012
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Frozen Hohloh Lake in the northern Black Forest. It was just snowing the last night. So I was happy enough to be the first one leaving his tracks in the early morning. I was already about leaving for breakfast when I saw the cloudy sky opening up for just a bit an letting the sun tipping the tops of the trees. Magic!
"The Can Sack Ghost," in 2025! In the meantime enjoy these books in print, available at all online booksellers!
Neal Schneider, 4, stops to look at the lights on the Magic Tree Thursday, Nov. 29, 2012 in Columbia, Mo. While at the tree, Neal ran around and jumped at low branches yelling "Hi-ya!" (Natalie Cheng/KOMU)
Podyjí National Park (Czech: Národní park Podyjí) is a national park in the South Moravian Region of the Czech Republic. It protects near-natural forests along the deep Dyje River valley. It is a biom whose well-preserved state is unique in Central Europe. It connects to the smaller Nationalpark Thayatal in Austria.
Podyjí National Park is characterized by extraordinary scenery, being home to features such as rocky amphitheatres, cliffs, meanders, detritus fields, impervious ravines, several types of heatland adorned with muilti-coloured layers of thermophilic plants, or alluvial plains around the river Dyje. The division of the valley along the river Dyje creates two distinctive ecological regions and thus contributes to the high biological diversity of the park.
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Did make a weekend (boat) trip across the Podyjí national park in late October to find it empty and silent on and around the Dyje river.
We were lucky with the weather: peak of autumn colours and delicate sunlight created a really fairy-tale atmosphere. It was (sometimes) cold on the river, however still very beautiful.
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decided to do some inventory cleanup, rezzed all my shoes, deleted the ones I didnt like. that's the rest ;p
*edit* ok not the rest. I have some costume shoes and japanese geta aswell XD
my favorites: Kalnins, both Redgrave sneakers, the SoReal's, the Pornstars (in various designs), evil bunny slippers! ;D
*edit2: Ok, bought new ones:
The Abyss NAU Combat Boots [Unisex]
[Detour] Jaywalker Sneakers - White
[Detour] Kickflip Sneakers - Black
*Muism* LS sneaker/Black.White
*Muism* [Lace up suede trainer]_Sand/Cream
shopping tour - done.
hoorenbeek totally fails on me. soorreeh :P
if you know some other people who make decent male shoes similar to these, please write a comment ^_^
Posted by Second Life Resident Detox Watanabe.
You have to snap a picture when you see so many Undies being sold with a Christmas tree :) #Magic-Madagascar #docu-style
A world that I think I have to be able to explain scientifically or that I think I want to explain, is boring. Or maybe what I mean is this: If I have to go through the rigors of explanation for my experience of life, that is boring. Life and all its amazing moving parts has an explanation, a theory. Maybe my experience does too, but I don‘t care. I don‘t have time.
If I reduce the connectedness I feel in the world to rushes of chemicals in my brain, I will be bored and wrong. I know I will be wrong because we don‘t know what we think we know about much of anything in science. I have earned my right to say this because I work in a very applied science. All the time I encounter the unexpected. It is not magic in those moments, it is that my scope is too narrow, pointed in the wrong direction or clouded by my expectations, pretense, ego. Life is surprising, erratic.
Science often does not want to incorporate the chaotic elements in the theory because the math gets complex very quickly. But chaos is what I see all the time. Our breath is not regular and that is a good thing. We need to sigh and yawn to open up all the little air ways at the very end of the lung. Sometimes the appendix is on the left side instead of the right, and even though I can explain it, I can‘t predict it and don‘t want to.
All this to say that I am in Hana, Maui. The mist rolls down verdant hills at the base of Haleakala. It is seven in the morning. The light is golden here. The arc of Hamoa Bay ends in a perfect dark sand beach. The scent of plumeria swirls around us. Plumeria are highly unlikely flowers that grow at the end of leafless branches on trees that other wise look dead. They might be the most beautiful, fragrant flowers I have seen. Beautiful local people sat with me in the grass of a church here and told me their stories and listened to my own for two hours in the evening yesterday, hugged me like I was one of their own. I was. I am.
Maybe you would say these are all just things I have not seen and newness makes us believe in magic. It is ignorance that starts that process toward magic and then experi ence tempers us and allows truth in. Maybe. Being tempered means to be hardened, like steel. I don‘t want to be hardened. I want to stay supple, open. I want the surprise to raise the question over and over in me, like the waves rolling in to Hamoa Bay in magical Hana.