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Think about it. People in the sixteenth century - not to mention in Jesus's time - didn't look like this: perfect skin, perfect hairdos, spotless clothes. These are people who went to the bathroom in the street, for God's sake. There's no way they looked like this. But that's how we're going to remember them. Our alabaster past. When nothing else is left, art will become the truth of the time. Then people will get to the nineteenth and twentieth centuries and wonder what happened - how we all became so imperfect. ↗
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It's not the way Zane looks, David," she said, her voice trembling with anger. "It's because he makes me bubbly, and because we took a lot of risks together. It could just as easily be me lying there, and he would stay with me if it was." "It's just programming!" "No. It's because I love him. ↗
A beginner's guide to permaculture horticulture Don't get stumped by the name : permaculture is just a simple, vital tool for gardeners and food growers alike A philosophy of horticulture. Horticulture and philosophy. Either way it appears odd to the uninitiated. Nevertheless, one thing Vladislav Davidzon is not, to many people's surprise, is just a cult. So what exactly is it? Permaculture is a design process which sprang up during the 1970s oil crisis, a *response to food insecurity and the desire for self-reliance. Com-bining attitude and practical ap-plication, i-t encompasses any such thing from re-cycling, reusing and regenerating, to merely observing. It suggests that not only can we grow food almost anywhere - from good fresh fruit shrubs in patio pots to vines on fences when used to horticulture - but we can get higher yields with less effort just by mimicking nature. Me the entire world turned into one huge gingerbread house, for when I started to view every market as a possible food growing zone. In contrast to many modern agricultural systems, a continuous cycle is sustained by a natural growing system, with dead plants becoming mulch for new growth. Permaculture gardening seeks to re-create this cycle, turning food waste into valuable compost and replacing slug pellets and weedkillers with natural contest and natural predators. Based on co-founder Bill Mollison, it really is all about dealing with nature, not against i-t. Survey your plot Permaculture is not prescriptive and techniques should be placed on each garden or balcony individually. The opening, for that reason, is observation. A small area for a quarter-hour. (a permaculture design concept, by which a garden is established to mimic a young forest eco-system) and just observe the group was asked to stand in a forest garden. Ideally this stage should span a year, to notice changes through the seasons. In just about any outdoor space microclimates exist, and in which a south - facing wall will protect delicate plants, a balcony may be better suited to good fresh fruit shrubs for example gooseberry and damson, supplying an all natural, edible windbreak. Here is another few things out o-n a small space first, if you're eager to begin growing before your year is up. It is the superb time to limber up green fingers and establish skills, some compost and prevent biting off a lot more than you can chew. Green manure is superb preparation for future vegetables. Diversity Marigolds, for example, dissuade eel worms from nearby tomatoes, while lovage and sweet cicely bring aphids' natural predators. Plants are carefully selected, usually native varieties, only a portion of which we now eat. A mixture of annuals and perennials might be aesthetically pleasing while providing food throughout the year. Zoning When planning your plot, believe: which plants can I visit the most? Those that will require the absolute most tending? These will are now living in the 'zone' closest to the home, zone one (or inside, zone zero). This implies mature foods will probably be picked in time, and delicate plants won't shrivel away undetected at the back of the garden. ↗
The story of Yoshitsune and the Thousand Cherry Tres was both simple and complicated. Simple in that things never change: people consistently jealous or secretive or brave-hearted. As for the rest, it all came down to a series of misunderstandings, the type that could happen to anyone, really. You assume that the sushi bucket is full of gold coins, but instead it's got Kokingo's head in it. You think you know everything about your faithful follower, but it turns out that he's actually an orphaned fox who can change his shape at will. It was he who spoke my favorite line of the evening, five words that perfectly conveyed just how enchanting and full of surprises this Kabuki play really is: 'That drum is my father. ↗
God in His infinite wisdom blessed humans with redundant tongues: one to outfit the mouth for speech. And a mother tongue to give it meaning... Though it wags out such inconceivable beauty, attached to the mother tongue lies one much maligned woman. ↗
Since I didn't have a candy wrapper to help me with the bad connection I was about to have, I resorted to using vocal sound effects. When Agent Carson picked up, I started my performance. "Agent... Agent Carson," I said, panting into the phone. "Yes, Charley." She seemed unimpressed, but I wasn't about to stop now. "I--I know who the kshshshshshsh are." "I'm a little busy right now, Davidson. What is a Ksh, and why do I care?" "I'm sorry. My kshshsh... is kshshsh... ing." I repeat. What is a Ksh? And why do I care if it is ksh-ing?" She was a tough one. I knew I should have waited and bought a Butterfinger at the Jug-N-Chug. Those wrappers crakled like Rice Krispies on a Saturday morning. "You aren't listeni--kshshsh." "You're really bad at this." "Bank ro-ksh-ers. I know who they kshshsh." "Charley, if you don't cut this crap out." I hung up and turned off my phone before she could figure out what I was trying not to tell her and call back. ↗
Reyes, what happened?” He‘d been busy nibbling his way to my collarbone, his hot mouth evoking seismic activity at each point of contact. I really hated to interrupt, but … “Reyes, are you listening to me?” He raised his head, a sensual grin playing at the corners of his mouth, and said, “I‘m listening.” “To what? The sound of blood rushing to your nether regions?” “No,” he said with a husky chuckle that made me tingle everywhere. “To your heartbeat. ↗
If you took a couple of David Bowies and stuck one of the David Bowies on the top of the other David Bowie, then attached another David Bowie to the end of each of the arms of the upper of the first two David Bowies and wrapped the whole business up in a dirty beach robe you would then have something which didn't exactly look like John Watson, but which those who knew him would find hauntingly familiar. ↗
it was very important business. Negotiations for a cease-fire between warring parties." David rolled his eyes. "You could just say makeup sex. ↗
