White Spotsin Feces Dog

the Spiders' Nests: the arrival of the end

"Incoming! Pin, come see! " [...] It was just that: almost a hundred Germans marched: an incredible sight.
The boy ran and hid behind a hedge with Mancini, who had called him. Pin was very surprised by the ways of soldiers: let us all equally, and they were all dressed alike. Echoed a strange music, the rhythm running. Pin had never been faced with similar scenes, and this was very surprised: everything seemed so foolish in his eyes spoke a language unknown to the soldiers and people as they passed raised his arm. In his heart he felt a great fear. Those Nazis. Up to now had only heard to speak ill of them.
for him were the monsters who fought on the side of evil against good, against the detachment, and knew only take advantage of the people with false promises and great pretensions. Every evil that his fellow accused derived by the Nazis: the disease, pain, death of a loved one, all depended on their actions, usually evil and cruel. In the midst of these
Pin reflections was wondering if anyone had been able to see there, hidden behind hedges, above: in fact, if only a Nazi soldier murderess had looked up, he and Mancino were not discovered. Pin controlled their every movement, like a sentinel, to avoid running tumbling with a piece of land, and afraid to die. Meanwhile Mancino went away, leaving only Pin.
She was thinking about all the possible negative outcomes of the "sneak peek" when a companion, interrupting him, whispered
"I'd love to have a mortar."
He was surprised to hear someone speak, as Mancino was gone. He was afraid of being caught red-handed by someone.
"Hell, and what are you doing with the mortar? - Pin replied sharply, despite the fear and the Germans who could hear him.
"We'll kill them all, those German Nazis."
Pin turned, not knowing who had spoken to his surprise he saw Cousin.
"Cousin," cried the boy, standing up and running to him.
"Shut up, just silence! - Said the hug mate. A German
, hear the words, turned and began to search for those who had screamed.
cousin saw it, and whispered
"Come, now is the time to go - and ran.
But it was seen by the Nazi who sailed in pursuit.
"Hergekommen! - Shouted the Nazi without interruption - Hergekommen. "
"Away, go away! Hurry, let's go! "
Music Nazi had covered the screams and the wet moist earth had rolled on top of the soldier.
Now some fascist fighters on both sides of the road had begun to chase them. Cousin was holding him by the hand, even if he saw that Pin was very hard to run at its rated speed.
The boy became almost exhausted from pulling partner, and ran with only the consolation of star seconded the Nazis. Injuries caused by contact with thorns, typical of the underworld, were starting to ache and shortness of breath then it was panting and groaning. Along the way
Cousin put him a few questions:
"Where ... where are we going?" He said at last with a strong breath that cut the words.
pins not had enough oxygen to meet, but managed to apostrophize all in one breath:
"left-handed! - And then - the brigade!
"But ... well ... we discover ... there!"
Mancino tried to explain in a few words to Pin that his was a risky choice, that if the Germans had continued to follow their posting would probably have been discovered, and destroyed. The boy did not answer, while the Germans are increasingly removed more. Did not understand where he was going: in the middle of the forest and there were no signs Pi n hoped the race would end as soon as possible as soon as possible and wanted to be in a place known to hide and rest.
But the brigade was still far away.
was deep in thought, when Mancino suddenly change course, veering to the left between the curls of chestnut trees that were rotting, the symbol of the imminent arrival of winter. Pin turned: the Germans saw that virarono right, on the other side: why is this? Pin
yelled at Cousin:
"Enough!" So the two stood
:
"How ... how come?"
After a pause of a minute pin had the energy to respond, but Cousin, no longer saw their pursuers by only including the reason for the sudden stop. Pin
now asks Cousin:
"Why did not they fired?"
"They wanted to see how far we could get, hoping that we would come down to the detachment to be able to catch all at once."
"How come they have changed way?
"Because at some point we have seen more and threw themselves on the one hand, hoping it was the right one."
Pin knew that things had not gone well, but could not find a logical answer to why such a choice stupid to look at, but certainly had a hidden agenda, not yet clear to the two comrades.
After they had rested enough, they left in their path, and not to suffer thirst, they were both filled the water bottles of fresh water, drawn from a stream that ran nearby.
found a road that would speed up their return to the brigade.
Cousin had traveled extensively and knew that they still had to travel nearly two miles, all on steep slopes and muddy from the rain the day before.
arrived in the evening and Pin that Cousin was not yet half-way: the boy was tired of walking, and Hell, his legs apart. Church so to stop during the night to rest, under a tree or even under the walls of an old bridge. Next to them flowed a great stream. Since they did not find
bridges and not in sight in front of them, they preferred the most uncomfortable: sleeping under the tree. There was one in particular, and with a big green foliage, which would protect them in case of rain. So it was that they fell asleep on each other, the darkness was just so much desired. Pin
the morning he was awakened by the sound of birds early birds, stretched and yawned with fatigue, when he realized that ... Cousin was gone. He woke up despite the pain in my legs and began Cousin of looking around, without success. Then he began to call him, threatening to be heard by some hunter, or the Germans, who in theory were still following their Pin. Coupling Pin
noon began to be truly destroyed by fatigue, and returned to the tree. As soon as he sat down, began to weep for fear of being alone forever and can starve to death, not knowing the road to the district.
But it was while he was there he appeared desperate: German! Pin
jumped up as soon as he saw the enemy, and began to run, while the soldier was trying to kill him with the pistol shots, with shots of his Father 38.
Tracking went on in minutes: Pin could not understand how he did that damn Nazi to recognize it, and found no other energy to run. His steps became more and more narrow, while his breathing was now like a groan. His throat was infested with cold air would have been sick for a month, if he had continued to live. Time passed inexorably. Pins not had more strength, and become distracted by trying to not feel tired, the German had, fortunately, stopped firing pin and had less fear. Perhaps he had kept for a final read when he was caught. The chase continued: Pin arrived at a small village consisting of houses destroyed, immediately thought of nascondercisi, but he feared to become easier target for German: there was no time to think. Pin eyed a house and entered it without delay.
waited for a few seconds, holding your breath as much as possible, with success, however, only in part, tried to get the Bear and his back so much adhered to the wall, that he seemed to be part of it.
The German found himself cheated: he began to look inside each house, carefully. He came also to the Pin. His head leaned forward, is helping the leaning stand of the old supports for the roof, but they relented. He then found himself face to face with Pin. She watched him for three seconds in the eyes until Pin, sventatissimo not kicked.
course, was the butt of a sick child and his legs ached, but it was a kick. So the man doubled over moaning: he had been hit between the legs. His lament is not distracted
Pin, who continued to run even faster than before, having recovered a bit 'of energy being hidden.
soon met a road that ran in a forest, all uphill.
He wondered if it would ever come back from his companions. Still feared that the German might find, but it also stopped running, slowing his pace.
He had a moment to admire the landscape: it was surrounded by a big right amount of ferns, while the left could clearly see the mountains. He recognized some places, a sign that the brigade was not far away.
resumed their journey, not without difficulty. In fact, after an hour's march was forced to stop, not only fatigue, but also because of the cold, which was much more intense under the trees because they covered the sun, and the forest was not heated by them. Then he tried to sit down at a point where these filtered better, right there on the stump of a tree trunk cut. This too was a sign that was approaching populated places.
resuming our journey, he realized that he recognized parts of the route that was made to go see the parade of Germans.
Towards evening he found himself in an ancient village, composed of the ruins, where there was a large main building and an auxiliary.
"How strange! I did not remember that. "Looking around he was struck by a detail. He saw a dead bird among the brambles. Babeuf recognized and approached.
was then that I understood everything that was the brigade, destroyed by some fascist murderess.
Pin began to cry. First cousin disappears, then the brigade destroyed.
All of his comrades, his greatest and unique friendships gone, the hand of some murderous fascist. It was proposed to roll up their sleeves, join with another detachment and kill in revenge for those who had taken the lives of his comrades.
She immediately start up again with tears in his eyes, but retraced his steps, but headed for a fascist country basis, to try to make the slaughter of men.
the street came face to face with Red Wolf. These
asked the boy why he wept, and Pin told the whole story.
Red Wolf laughed, saying
"Who told you he 's dancing?"
"I saw myself, Hell, I did not have told anyone."
"Then we know that your mates are all from me. "Pin
s' lit: he stopped crying immediately and asked to confirm Red Wolf:
"Really? Did you see them for yourself? "
" Yes, and there was Cousin. "
is where was she. Pin
wondered why Cousin was with him and had an answer that had escaped from prison, just like them, after being caught by some soldiers.
's who had disappeared. Pin Now everything was clear. He decided he would go with Red Wolf.
soon found himself in the new detachment. Now he was happy. In addition to his old comrades he found new ones, and from the first day he started messing with them from rogue, as was usual with him.

Company Start From Alphabet A

Bounty hunters (Part IV, Episode I)

The minutes passed but no one else turned up. [...] Meanwhile, their eternal enemy, Manfred ...
-Soon we will liberate Sanchez. Be ready with guns! -
- Manfred Sure! - Said one of his henchmen.
were thirty soldiers and they were all gathered behind a house. Shortly after his head had hidden at various points in his henchmen: behind some bushes, hidden in the windows of the houses, some terraces and did everything so quietly that Cooper and others did not hear anything. Manfred then whispered
- When do you give the signal fire! -
Meanwhile, Cooper and the others were waiting, but because everything was so calm and quiet Cooper said the sheriff:
-Let 's another hiding place, we might be lurking behind those cases or in those other bushes! -
-Excellent idea! I refer to Sam and Doc -
And he did. In fact, shortly after the four found themselves behind, even closer to the opponents.
The minutes seem like hours, until Manfred threw something broke in the air: it was the signal! The shots kept coming and it took some 'before Cooper and the others got ready to shoot. Sam, before he had fallen asleep, he had already killed a guard, but the other continued to fire as if nothing had happened. All of a sudden a stray bullet struck the sheriff, tramortendolo.Poi, Mc Coy when he realized that the Sheriff was dead, and Sam Cooper ceasefire. Cooper subsequently took his corpse and carried it behind a house in the hope that he recovered. The shooting stopped. The group began to worry, fearing an ambush. They loaded their weapons and trod u n'altra strange shadow. Sam shot her, the faster he could, and she fell to the ground. It was definitely an enforcer of Manfred. Other
bandits went there and found the corpse. One of them went to report the news to the boss. Then all the soldiers were gathered together and went behind the crates, which is exactly the place where Cooper and the others were hidden before. Meanwhile, he whispered to Sam Cooper:
- Now our only hope is the strategy. You'll go to the place where Manfred's henchmen are hidden, you'll go Doc in the house next to that of Sam and I will stay here .-
- BA, easy-
shouted Sam - Shut up if you want to stay alive!
But no one was sure of the efficiency of the plan, then immediately went into another house and were surprised at the sight of a frightened man who said
-S-are good or bad? -
-We're the good guys , as you say, but if it helps us become bad .- Cooper said.
-C-what should I do to help? - Asked Mr. shaking like a leaf. -You must
prepare a paper and a pencil. - Cooper said.
whole town had heard the shooting, but no one had moved home for fear of being hit by a stray bullet.
Meanwhile, the keeper of the house had prepared a paper with a pencil for Cooper, Sam and Mc Coy. Then he said this:
Now we must observe the moves of Manfred, and so we can make a decent battle plan .-
-Excellent plan!-Watched Sam, making a play on words which he only laughed ... Then
Mc Coy gave a 'look at the window and saw that all the henchmen Manfred had scattered to find Cooper and others.
for a while 'silence reigned, but Cooper broke it, saying-Behold
here's a good plan! - [more ...]

12.02.1086 Rotronic Treiber

A magnificent speech


I came across by chance in this speech (translated) held by Steve Jobs at Stanford University invited to give the commencement address to the newly graduates. I would like everyone to read it. The final chapter, on an issue now completely ignored and despised, it's beautiful.
If today someone had the courage to give examples of how these things might change a bit'...[...]


Steve Jobs invited to give the commencement address at Stanford University.
The speech is divided into three parts.

PART I

am honored to be here with you today at your commencement from one of the best universities in the world. I did not ever graduate. Indeed, to say the truth, this is the closest thing to a degree that I've ever gotten. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it, nothing exceptional: only three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first half, but then I continued to attend so for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

E 'started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, and made sure everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. But when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So then those who have become my parents, who were on the waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "Is there a baby boy, not provided. Do you want him?" They said: "Certainly." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never finished high school. He refused to sign the final papers adoption. Then he relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

Seventeen years later I went to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all the savings of my parents ended up paying me for the tuition. After six months, I could not see any real opportunities. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and how college could help me understand. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire working life. So I decided to drop out and trust that everything would be fine. It was very scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute that I let go out I could stop taking the courses that did not interest me and begin to occur in classes that I found most interesting.

It was not all rosy, though. I did not have a dorm room, and I slept on the floor of the chambers of my friends. Earned money to the seller bringing the empty bottles of Coca Cola for five cents deposits to buy food. Once a week, on Sunday evening, I walked for seven miles across town to finally have a good meal at the Hare Krishna temple, the only one of the week. But all what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and my intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you an example.

: Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was hand written with beautiful calligraphy. Because I had dropped the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about the difference between the spaces that separate the different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great text. It was wonderful, in a way that science can offer, because it was artistic, beautiful, historic and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But then, ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And it all into the Mac and 'was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped out of college and then I had not in on that single course, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or the possibility of proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it is likely that there would be any personal computer with those capabilities. If I had not dropped out of college, I could never in on this calligraphy class and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Certainly at the time when I was in college it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward. But it became very, very clear ten years later, when I could look back.

Again, you can not connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that somehow, in the future, the dots will. You must believe in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This type of approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life. PART II



My second story is about love and loss

I was lucky I found what I loved to do early in my life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20 years. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from a company with two of us in a garage into a two billion dollar company with over four thousand employees. The year before we had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - and I had just turned 30, and then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, when Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year things went very well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with his party. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating thing.

I did not know really what to do for a few months. I felt like I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs to me - as if I had dropped the baton was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. It was a very public failure and I even thought about running away from Silicon Valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed a bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

not I realized then, but the fact of having been fired from Apple was the best thing that could happen. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me allowing me to enter one of the more creatvi of my life.

During the five years I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family.

'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I had not been fired from Apple. E 'was awful tasting medicine, but I think it was necessary for the patient. Sometimes life hits you like a brick on his head. Do not lose faith, though. I am convinced that the only thing that kept me going was the love for what I did. You have to find what you love. And this applies to your work as it is for your lovers. Your work will fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do a good job is to love what you do. If you still have not found it yet, keep looking. Do not settle. With all my heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better hand to as the years go by. So keep looking until you find it. Do not settle.

PART III (FINAL)

My third story is about death

When I was 17 I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it were the last, surely one When you are right. " Impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked: "If today were the last day of my life, I do what I am about to do today?". And whenever the answer is "no" for too many days in a row, I understand that something must be changed.

Remember that I will die soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations of eternity, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remember that we die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at seven-thirty in the morning, and it showed clearly a tumor on my pancreas. I did not know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me that it was a cancer that was incurable and almost certainly the type that would have been better if I put my affairs in order (which is the code to tell the doctors prepare to die). It means to tell your kids in a few months everything you thought you'd have ten years to tell them. This means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that your family is as simple as possible. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, which is the result stuck an endoscope down my throat, through the stomach and into intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few of my cancer cells. I was sedated but my wife - who was there - I said that when doctors have viewed the cells under the microscope started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer, curable with surgery . I had the surgery and I'm fine.

This was the time when I went closer to death and I hope its the closest for decades. Having lived through it I can now say with a little 'more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept say:

Nobody wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven do not want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all have in common. No one has ever escaped it. It is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. And 'Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Now the new is you, but someday not too far away gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it's true.

Your time is limited, so do not waste it living life someone else. Do not be trapped by dogma which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Do not let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And, most important of all, have the courage to follow your heart and your intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. E 'was created by Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and Stewart has brought it to life with his poetic touch. It 'was in the late Sixties, before personal computers and desktop publishing, it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It 'was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before there was Google: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions concepts.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and when they arrived at the end of their journey, a final issue. It was more or less half of the seventies and I was your age. On the last page of the final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind of street where you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. "'re Hungry, stay foolish. It was their farewell message. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all.

Lauren Dancing In Melrose Place

Bounty hunters (Part III, Episode I)

was ... Dr. Mc Coy, [...]
the most pessimistic person could exist, but also the one that can destroy an entire herd of bison because of its very silent weapons: gun silencer, gun sights and narcotic, to stun the enemies tougher. arrived the night, even the sheriff, the Doctor and Cooper met again a strange figure approaching theft, but go as fast as lightning. All took up arms, while the sheriff recalled:-I recommend, you can kill the minions of Manfred, but he just bring it hurt! --Of course, we will remember! - They said the three men. Soon after came another shadow behind a house, then another five or six shapes reached the building. Following McCoy whispered to Cooper, "If those are all men of Manfred then we are fried! --I know you are sooo expensive Doc pessimistic, but this time I must say that you're right - said Sam, who had overheard closely. So, took up arms in their hands, loaded guns and preparations are hiding behind the bushes, Cooper and the others sat waiting for the beginning of the shooting. [Continue ...]