The 40-year-old father of two has already suffered two heart attacks, and the pains in his chest suggest he is in imminent danger of a third. Kudryavtseva says he is reaping the harvest of years of bad habits - two packs of cigarettes a day since he was 15, no exercise, a diet of sausage and sour cream and binge drinking up to eight pints of vodka a day.
Deodorant is meant to be used directly on the body, the notes advise, rather than on clothing, while watches should be worn on the left wrist. Rings should be made of gold, even though Islamic fundamentalists say it violates religious law for men to wear gold. It is important to know the difference between perfume and after-shave, the notes say, and even more significant to know the difference between perfume for men and that for women. "If you will use the female perfume so you will be in big trouble.
The next day I dropped Jean-Claude off at Kennedy Airport for his return flight. We had lunch at a cafe while waiting for him to board the plane. Amid kicking and barking, the waitress said, "Are you two all right?" "We are high on crack!" Jean-Claude quickly responded.
"No," I said, "We both have a neurological disorder."
"I believe him," the waitress said, pointing to Jean-Claude
This is a commencement speech made by Anna Quindlen at Villanova:
It's a great honor for me to be the third member of my family to receive an honorary doctorate from this great university. It's an honor to follow my great Uncle Jim, who was a gifted physician, and my Uncle Jack, who is a remarkable businessman. Both of them could have told you something important about their professions, about medicine or commerce.
I have no specialized field of interest or expertise, which puts me at a disadvantage talking to you today. I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. The second is only part of the first. Don't ever forget what a friend once wrote Senator Paul Tsongas when the senator decided not to run for re-election because he had been diagnosed with cancer "No man ever said on his deathbed I wish I had spent more time at the office." Don't ever forget the words my father sent me on a postcard last year "If you win the rat race, you're still a rat."
Or what John Lennon wrote before he was gunned down in the driveway of the Dakota "Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans."
You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree; there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life.
Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank account but your soul.
People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is a cold comfort on a winter night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you've gotten back the test results and they're not so good.
Here is my resume:
I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my profession stand in the way of being a good parent.
I no longer consider myself the center of the universe.
I show up.
I listen.
I try to laugh.
I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say.
I am a good friend to my friends, and they to me.
Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cutout. But I call them on the phone, and I meet them for lunch. I would be rotten, or at best mediocre at my job, if those other things were not true. You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are.
So here's what I wanted to tell you today:
Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger paycheck, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon, or found a lump in your breast?
Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze over Seaside Heights, a life in which you stop and watch how a red tailed hawk circles over the water or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a Cheerio with her thumb and first finger. Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you.
And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone. Send an e-mail. Write a letter. Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beers and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough. It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the color of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. It is so easy to exist instead of to live.
I learned to live many years ago. Something really, really bad happened to me, something that changed my life in ways that, if I had my druthers, it would never have been changed at all. And what I learned from it is what, today, seems to be the hardest lesson of all. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field.
Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear.
Read in the backyard with the sun on your face.
Learn to be happy.
And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.
Quote:
None of this software may be downloaded or otherwise exported or re-exported into (or to a national or resident of) Cuba, Iraq, Libya, Sudan, North Korea, Iran, Syria or any other country to which the U.S. has embargoed goods.
By downloading or using said software, you are agreeing to the foregoing and you are representing and warranting that you are not located in, under the control of, or a national or resident of any such country or on any such list.
So that basically leaves it on the user to not download something if they know they shouldn't.
Well I am a junior math major at a not so pristegious university and I would say that I am in the same boat. I posted a topic similar to this on the alt.math newsgroup and I got about 50/50 = "go for it" / "Stick w/ computers and keep math as a hobby"
If I were you I would take a few more classes until I make a lifelong commitment. Math is one of those subjects where the upper division work differs greatly from most of what you see in ugrad/hs.If that hasn't scared you enough then try the AMS Job Search [ams.org] just to see what type of positions seem to be open in your state.
Also (although you seem quite gung ho about theoretical research) keep your mind open about other subjects for your graduate degree. Bioinformatics departments seem to want mathematicians at least here at UCLA [ucla.edu]. Not to mention if you read in last months issue of AMS's "Notices" (would link but unless you are behind a a school's firewall you can't view it) they have an article about the shortage of Phd's in Math Ed. (which is more cognitive science than math). So, I know where you are comming from. Pure Mathematics is quite a leap of faith but it's one that I am {smart|stupid} enough to take
The most important thing is to control who gets in. At the Olympics, you've got a lot of people, and a basic tenet of security is to keep control over who gets close to the venues -- and that includes trucks making deliveries and buses coming in and out of restricted areas.
And while security at the venues themselves is certainly critical, it's what goes on in the spaces between the venues, among the athletes and the visitors that's really important. Since 1972 security in Olympic village has been getting tighter -- and this year will be no exception.
I'm not too worried about the Olympics -- it seems they're doing everything they can to keep people safe. The bottom line for security is you have to assume some risk, and that's a very tough thing for people, including me, to do.
In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and you can find them, maybe you can hire the A TEAM!!
There's a few words I couldn't make out, but the mp3 is now in alt.binaries.sounds.mp3
Wonder Woman! Wonder Woman!
All the world is waiting for youuuu And the power you possess In your satin tights Fighting for your rights And the old red white and blue!!!
Wonder Woman! Wonder Woman!
Now the world is ready for you And the wonders you can do Make a hawk a dove Stop a war with love Make a [something] tell the truth
Wonder Woman! You don't [stop world hunger?] Wonder Woman! All our hopes are pinned upon you And the magic that you do Stop a bullet cold Make the axis fold Change their minds And change the world!!!
Slashdot Mirror
The 40-year-old father of two has already suffered two heart attacks, and the pains in his chest suggest he is in imminent danger of a third. Kudryavtseva says he is reaping the harvest of years of bad habits - two packs of cigarettes a day since he was 15, no exercise, a diet of sausage and sour cream and binge drinking up to eight pints of vodka a day.
Deodorant is meant to be used directly on the body, the notes advise, rather than on clothing, while watches should be worn on the left wrist. Rings should be made of gold, even though Islamic fundamentalists say it violates religious law for men to wear gold. It is important to know the difference between perfume and after-shave, the notes say, and even more significant to know the difference between perfume for men and that for women. "If you will use the female perfume so you will be in big trouble.
So what exactly is the story here?
Good fucking post dumbass
Well shit and goddamit to y'all fuckers
You goddamn ball hair faggots!
The next day I dropped Jean-Claude off at Kennedy Airport for his return flight. We had lunch at a cafe while waiting for him to board the plane. Amid kicking and barking, the waitress said, "Are you two all right?"
"We are high on crack!" Jean-Claude quickly responded.
"No," I said, "We both have a neurological disorder."
"I believe him," the waitress said, pointing to Jean-Claude
This is a commencement speech made by Anna Quindlen at Villanova:
It's a great honor for me to be the third member of my family to receive an honorary doctorate from this great university. It's an honor to follow my great Uncle Jim, who was a gifted physician, and my Uncle Jack, who is a remarkable businessman. Both of them could have told you something important about their professions, about medicine or commerce.
I have no specialized field of interest or expertise, which puts me at a disadvantage talking to you today. I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. The second is only part of the first. Don't ever forget what a friend once wrote Senator Paul Tsongas when the senator decided not to run for re-election because he had been diagnosed with cancer "No man ever said on his deathbed I wish I had spent more time at the office." Don't ever forget the words my father sent me on a postcard last year "If you win the rat race, you're still a rat."
Or what John Lennon wrote before he was gunned down in the driveway of the Dakota "Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans."
You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree; there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life.
Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank account but your soul.
People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is a cold comfort on a winter night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you've gotten back the test results and they're not so good.
Here is my resume:
I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my profession stand in the way of being a good parent.
I no longer consider myself the center of the universe.
I show up.
I listen.
I try to laugh.
I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean
what they say.
I am a good friend to my friends, and they to me.
Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cutout. But I call them on the phone, and I meet them for lunch. I would be rotten, or at best mediocre at my job, if those other things were not true. You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are.
So here's what I wanted to tell you today:
Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger paycheck, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon, or found a lump in your breast?
Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze over Seaside Heights, a life in which you stop and watch how a red tailed hawk circles over the water or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a Cheerio with her thumb and first finger. Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you.
And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone. Send an e-mail. Write a letter. Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beers and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough. It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the color of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. It is so easy to exist instead of to live.
I learned to live many years ago. Something really, really bad happened to me, something that changed my life in ways that, if I had my druthers, it would never have been changed at all. And what I learned from it is what, today, seems to be the hardest lesson of all. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this:
Consider the lilies of the field.
Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear.
Read in the backyard with the sun on your face.
Learn to be happy.
And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it
with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.
Quote: None of this software may be downloaded or otherwise exported or re-exported into (or to a national or resident of) Cuba, Iraq, Libya, Sudan, North Korea, Iran, Syria or any other country to which the U.S. has embargoed goods. By downloading or using said software, you are agreeing to the foregoing and you are representing and warranting that you are not located in, under the control of, or a national or resident of any such country or on any such list.
So that basically leaves it on the user to not download something if they know they shouldn't.
Well I am a junior math major at a not so pristegious university and I would say that I am in the same boat. I posted a topic similar to this on the alt.math newsgroup and I got about 50/50 = "go for it" / "Stick w/ computers and keep math as a hobby"
If I were you I would take a few more classes until I make a lifelong commitment. Math is one of those subjects where the upper division work differs greatly from most of what you see in ugrad/hs.If that hasn't scared you enough then try the AMS Job Search [ams.org] just to see what type of positions seem to be open in your state.
Also (although you seem quite gung ho about theoretical research) keep your mind open about other subjects for your graduate degree. Bioinformatics departments seem to want mathematicians at least here at UCLA [ucla.edu]. Not to mention if you read in last months issue of AMS's "Notices" (would link but unless you are behind a a school's firewall you can't view it) they have an article about the shortage of Phd's in Math Ed. (which is more cognitive science than math). So, I know where you are comming from. Pure Mathematics is quite a leap of faith but it's one that I am {smart|stupid} enough to take
Exactly, like the Olympics last month.
The most important thing is to control who gets in. At the Olympics, you've got a lot of people, and a basic tenet of security is to keep control over who gets close to the venues -- and that includes trucks making deliveries and buses coming in and out of restricted areas.
And while security at the venues themselves is certainly critical, it's what goes on in the spaces between the venues, among the athletes and the visitors that's really important. Since 1972 security in Olympic village has been getting tighter -- and this year will be no exception.
I'm not too worried about the Olympics -- it seems they're doing everything they can to keep people safe. The bottom line for security is you have to assume some risk, and that's a very tough thing for people, including me, to do.
In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and you can find them, maybe you can hire the A TEAM!!
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM-BLAM!!
bum ba bum bum!! bum ba bum bum!!
etc
duh nuh na nuh, nuh nah nuh
ok whatever
Hey maybe this'll cheer ya up:
There's a few words I couldn't make out, but the mp3 is now in alt.binaries.sounds.mp3
Wonder Woman!
Wonder Woman!
All the world is waiting for youuuu
And the power you possess
In your satin tights
Fighting for your rights
And the old red white and blue!!!
Wonder Woman!
Wonder Woman!
Now the world is ready for you
And the wonders you can do
Make a hawk a dove
Stop a war with love
Make a [something] tell the truth
Wonder Woman!
You don't [stop world hunger?]
Wonder Woman!
All our hopes are pinned upon you
And the magic that you do
Stop a bullet cold
Make the axis fold
Change their minds
And change the world!!!
Wonder Woman!
Wonder Woman!
You're a wonder
Wonder Woman!
I'm on my way to California to be a vampire.
So kiss MY ass!!
Hey how long til your sister is 18? Oh and please cut and paste that anti-spam guy's rant in reply
Ok maybe I'm being picky, but I kept bumping into sentences like these:
"When the EAC v0.9x version is being used will automatically detect the copy protected CDs and will display only the correct Audio tracks."
"This time only 2 tracks didn't ripped correctly: "
Yaaa!! That grates..
I agree with your post
Well you don't exactly see the crack-slashdot programming team jumping to fix this one...
oh and NOVA sucks!!
that's why so many trolls come from there
"projection"
Hey you take that back!!
Hey thanks!
Man I just couldn't pass up this user name
Check this out:
Flaming Asshole
Type: Shooter
Ingredients:
1/3 oz. Blackberry Brandy
1/3 oz. Bacardi 151 Proof Rum
1/3 oz. Tequila
Instructions:
Layer in a shot glass and ignite.
Drink a bunch and set yer couch on fire
Whoa!!! Too deep
or this one!