ellauri020.html on line 391: Trump spoke in a hypnotic, unending torrent of words. Often he appeared to free-associate. He referred to himself in the third person: “Trump says. . . Trump believes.” His phrases skibbled around and doubled back on themselves like fireworks in a summer sky. He reminded me of a carnival barker trying to fill his tent. “I’m more popular now than I was two months ago. There are two publics as far as I’m concerned. The real public and then there’s the New York society horseshit. The real public has always liked Donald Trump. The real public feels that Donald Trump is going through Trump-bashing. When I go out now, forget about it. I’m mobbed. It’s bedlam,” Trump told me. Donald is a believer in the big-lie theory,” his lawyer had told me. “If you say something again and again, people will believe you.” “One of my lawyers said that?” Trump said when I asked him about it. “I think if one of my lawyers said that, I’d like to know who it is, because I’d fire his ass. I’d like to find out who the scumbag is!”
ellauri037.html on line 266: I’m ready to believe it.
ellauri038.html on line 152: I’m not saying that Nietzsche thought he was God before his breakdown. But he understood the parallel between the creator God and the creator of values. Values must be self-justifying; anything that requires an argument is vulnerable.
ellauri052.html on line 979: The rivalry between the brothers may have been even more extreme in life than it was in art. When Bellow won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1976, his brother refused to come to Stockholm for the ceremony. Maury’s grandson reconstructed his thinking as follows: “How dare Saul win the Nobel Prize when I’m really the smart one, I’m the one.”
ellauri054.html on line 193: Riikonen has also planned a book on the Aristotelian concept of temperance. He believes temperance can also be used to describe his own lifestyle. “I’m a calm, middle-of-the-road person. I have never veered toward the extreme, in good or bad.” Every day, Riikonen walks to his office in Topelia from his home in Etu-Töölö. “Last year, around the New Year, I lost my temper for the first time, as the electronic lock system in Topelia was broken and I couldn't get to my office during the weekend. The weekends are the best time to work, because it is very quiet,” says Riikonen.
ellauri060.html on line 945: “I don’t expect you to agree with my religious, social, or political beliefs – I’m good with that,” he said. “But the honest alt truth is that people have been driven off of Facebook for bullshit reasons.”
ellauri060.html on line 949: MeWe was founded by entrepreneur and privacy advocate Mark Weinstein, a cheerful, loquacious man and a self-satisfied libertarian. He’s friendly and open, with a horse voice that occasionally crackles with emotion, and he’s also prone to the occasional fit of bombast: “I’m one of the guys who invented gunpowder,” he cheerfully tells me at the start of our conversation.
ellauri064.html on line 526: Zaphod: “Can it Trillian, I’m trying to die with dignity.”

ellauri064.html on line 527: Marvin: “I’m just trying to die.”
ellauri064.html on line 538: “I think you ought to know I’m feeling very depressed.”

ellauri064.html on line 539: “I’m not getting you down at all am I.”
ellauri065.html on line 228: Finding himself out of work after film school in 1976, Ferrara directed a pornographic film, 9 Lives of a Wet Pussy, using a pseudonym. Starring with his then-girlfriend, he recalled having to step in front of the camera for one scene to perform in a hardcore sex scene: "It's bad enough paying a guy $200 to fuck your girlfriend, then he can't get it up." Ferrara lives in Rome, Italy. He moved there following the 9/11 attacks because it was easier for him to find financing for his movies in Europe. Ferrara descibes himself as a Buddhist. Because Jesus was a living man, and so were Buddha and Muhammad. These three guys changed the fucking world, with their passion and love of other human beings. All these guys had was their word, and they came from fucking nowhere. I’m not saying Nazareth is nowhere – I’m sure Jesus came from a very cool neighbourhood. Ferrara shows his love for other human beings by making films with a lot of FUCK! FUCK! and KILL! KILL! in them. His love of money is no match for his love of his neighbor primates.
ellauri066.html on line 729: Sporting one of the Tegnell T-shirts, student Isabell Håkansson, 26, says: “I’m happy everything is open and we’re not locked down.”
ellauri066.html on line 917: Says the hairy arms, “I still believe in the government. I do. But I’m very,
ellauri073.html on line 448: I’m a writer, and write for money, (as in "a private dancer, a dancer for money", Tina Turner) although I will also accept acclaim. I also teach writing. How are you?
ellauri073.html on line 451: But I’m not the boss of you. This is America—you can do whatever you want to. For example, you could start with some articles I’ve written for a variety of publications, including The New York Times Magazine and Hazlitt.
ellauri077.html on line 198: Loputtomassa läpässä on oleellisesti 3 juonta: Incandenzan perheen puuhat Tennisakatemiassa (tätä mä oon lukenut nyt 1 romskun verran, 245 sivua); Don Gatelyn ja muiden toipilaitten sekoilut Ennetin puolimatkankodissa (näitä on jo nähty, huoh kiitos vaan); ja filmin 'Loputon läppä' kvesti, jossa tähtinä on Remy Martin (se pyörätuolijäbä), ja Hugh/Helen Steeply (hirmu iso transu joka bylsii Orinia). Niiden suuhun Wallu panee syvälliset mietteensä. Ne on kuin jumala ja jeesus Miltonin Paradise Lostissa. Ekat 2 juonta ei liity mitenkään toisiinsa (miten niin? onhan siinä samoja henkilöitä, niiku et Orin bylsii sitä transua (Hal-Orin, haha, sanaleikki, joka osottaa että ne on Tävskytin kaxi puolta. The Halorin family name was found in the USA in 1880. Massachusetts had the highest population of Halorin families in 1880.) Mario on varmaan sit Amy, tai sit Super Mario, tai luultavimmin Wallu taas. Orin, Mario ja Hal on Tupu, Hupu ja Lupu, Wallukolmoset. Wallu kyllä vinkkaa että juonet yhtyvät kun romsku on jo loppunut. Varmaan siinä kustannustoimittajan poisleikkaamassa 300 sivussa. Kaikki 3 juonta liittyy temaattisesti: viihde, valinta ja stöpselöinti. Leffan 'Loputon läppä' filmas Wallun pappa Jim Incandenza, koittaessaan tehdä jotain niin pakottavaa että se pysäyttäisi Hal-pojan putoomisen solipsismin, ilottomuuden ja kuoleman sudenkuoppaan. Filmiä ei koskaan julkaistu ja se jäi kesken kun Jim teki ize seppukun sen loppusuoralla. Mutta romskun edetessä (SPOILERIVAROITUS!) lukijalle selviää että filmi oli löytynyt ja toimii ehkä terroristiaseena. (No sehän tuli selväxi jo tässä alkuosassa.) Leffa on tosiaankin niin "vitun pakottava" että se tekee kazojista zombieita, ne on kuin Lassi telkan edessä, töllöttävät vaan, eikä enää muuta tahdokaan. Loppuviimein, vinkkaa kertoja, Hal ja Gately jossain vaiheessa kaivaa kahteen pekkaan isä Jimin pään maasta eziessään filmiä. Filmin sisällöstä ei ole kunnon kuvausta. Jotain kohtauxia väläytellään, esim Joelle van Dynen jossa se "pyytää anteexi" kazojilta uudestaan ja uudestaan, sanoen ‘I’m so sorry. I’m so terribly sorry. I am so, so sorry. Please know how very, very, very sorry I am’ (939). Huh, onpas pitkällä. Tää on kyllä kertaalleen sanottu jo tässä alkupätkässä. Tämmönen anteexipyytely on kanssa saamaa markkinapaskaa kuin toi "luottamus", ilmaisexi pyydetään, kun luottokortti vingahtaa. Koko kirjasta (vaiko vaan filmistä) tulee 1 suuri anteexipyyntö, onxe sitten isältä pojalle vai päinvastoin, sama se. Ne ei koskaan pystyneet "keskustelemaan". Tää "We gotta talk" on kanssa yx jenkkitomppelius, hemmetti, mitä sitä varten pitää erixeen tilata vastaanotto tai merkata kalenteriaika, senkun riitelevät vaan. Niin mekin tehdään. Tää mun juttu, Barrett tunnustaa, kuuluu perinteiseen "elämä ja teos" genreen, Wallun romsku on "symbolistiteos" "kirjailijan sisällyttämisestä textiin". Wallu koittaa estää kokonaista sukupolvea uppoutumasta pelkkään viihteen kazeluun. Lukekaa kirjoja, ääliöt! Paxuja kirjoja! Mun kirjoja, ne on kaikista paxuimpia! Saatana! Kun tiili kolahtaa päähän nukahtaessa tulee pahoja kuhmuja. We apologize for the inconvenience.
ellauri080.html on line 755: “With this I’m shaking the foundations of the British Empire.” – Gandhi – after holding up a cup of pee.
ellauri082.html on line 116: DFW: There is an ending as far as I’m concerned. Certain kind of parallel lines are supposed to start converging in such a way that an “end” can be projected by the reader somewhere beyond the right frame. If no such convergence or projection occurred to you, then the book’s failed for you.
ellauri082.html on line 149: As seen in Chapter 1, Hal’s condition deepens until he literally can’t communicate at all, but no longer feels like a robot anymore. (12: “I’m not a machine. I feel and believe.”) The only thing he has left is tennis and he looks forward to playing Ortho Stice in the final match of the WhataBurger. But Stice is possessed by his father (in the manuscript, Stice is called “the Wraithster”), so the novel ends as Hal finally gets to really interface with his father — in the only way he has left.
ellauri083.html on line 527: What does “complicated joy” mean? I suppose we could say that Joelle gets a complicated form of pleasure from stringing Gately along. Although I’m not sure I believe that pleasure is necessarily equivalent to joy…there is a lot of complicated pleasure in the book, i.e. addictions to pleasurable substances, sex with underage partners, killing animals, etc. But are we truly supposed to believe that these characters are experiencing joy in their lives?
ellauri088.html on line 601: It appeared that the song was not a comic song at all. It was about a young girl who lived in the Hartz Mountains, and who had given up her life to save her lover’s soul; and he died, and met her spirit in the air; and then, in the last verse, he jilted her spirit, and went on with another spirit—I’m not quite sure of the details, but it was something very sad, I know. Herr Boschen said he had sung it once before the German Emperor, and he (the German Emperor) had sobbed like a little child. He (Herr Boschen) said it was generally acknowledged to be one of the most tragic and pathetic songs in the German language.
ellauri094.html on line 749: It’s also what makes your fabulated god evil when he commands whole cities wiped out. I’m glad our country isn’t based on Christianity and trigger happy, self righteous exterminators like yourself.
ellauri097.html on line 456: First of all, I’m not entirely sure what they mean by ‘natural.’ If they mean it occurs in nature, then everything is natural. Even concrete is natural because it occurs in nature. So a clarification needs to be made on that particular point. Blindness occurs in nature. Is blindness natural?
ellauri097.html on line 464: I’m not actually using a moral ‘wrong’ in this particular illustration, but notice how you can understand right or wrong in terms of teleology, depending on what the goal is. If I have a loose screw on the refrigerator and I choose a butter knife to tighten the screw, I’m going to ruin the butter knife because I’m not using it for its intended purpose. It’s not made to function as a screwdriver, even if it can be used that way in a pinch. It will get bent or can slip out and scratch the refrigerator. It wasn’t fulfilling its telos, its purpose, or its function, and therefore it was being used wrongly.
ellauri097.html on line 481: What you ought to be saying if you don’t believe in God is, It’s just molecules clashing in the universe. There is no right and wrong, so you have no justification for claiming that I’m wrong. Now, that would be consistent - the relativistic view of a materialistic universe. But, of course, then they can’t complain their “rights” because rights don’t have any place in a purely naturalistic system. Rights are part of teleology, endowed with creation.
ellauri100.html on line 1363: Jean-Paul Sartre is sitting at a French cafe, revising his draft of Being and Nothingness. He says to the waitress, “I’d like a cup of coffee, please, with no cream.” The waitress replies, “I’m sorry, Monsieur, but we’re out of cream. How about with no milk?”
ellauri106.html on line 46: Philip Roth has not had much luck with biographers. Late in his life, furiously aggrieved after the failure of his marriage to the actress Claire Bloom and the publication of Bloom’s incendiary memoir of their years together, he asked a close friend, Ross Miller, an English professor at the University of Connecticut, to take on the task. Roth sent Miller lists of family members and friends he wanted to be interviewed, along with the questions that he felt should be asked. (“Would you have expected him to achieve success on the scale he has?”) It didn’t work out, for various reasons. Roth had wanted Miller to refute a familiar charge, “this whole mad fucking misogynistic bullshit!” that he felt flattened his long erotic history into one false accusation. But Miller came to his own conclusion. “There is a predatory side to both Sandy and Philip,” he told a cousin of Roth’s. (Sandy was Roth’s older brother.) “They look at women—I’m not gonna write about this—but they are misogynist. They talk about women in that way.”
ellauri106.html on line 180: Not far behind will be some Jewish critics who always found Roth’s portraits embarrassing for their relentless sexuality and discomfort with aspects of the culture that were at odds with his identity as an American. Others were angered at his voraciously espoused atheism—“I’m exactly the opposite of religious, I’m anti-religious. I find religious people hideous. I hate the religious lies. It’s all a big lie.” Some Jewish critics hounded him from the beginning of his career. Rabbi Gershom Scholem, the great kabbalah scholar, said Portnoy’s Complaint was more harmful to Jews than The Protocols of the Elders of Zion. And Roth was heckled and booed at an early appearance at Yeshiva University which stunned and shocked the author.
ellauri106.html on line 538: I don’t imagine I’m the only grown man who was a Jewish kid aspiring to be an all-American kid during the patriotic war years,” Zuckerman remembers.
ellauri107.html on line 154: "Philosophical generalization is completely alien to me—some other writer’s work. I’m a philosophical illiterate." Yep, his philosophy was solipsistic semitism. He had no need to read about it, he wrote the books.
ellauri107.html on line 325: “What kind of diaspora? I’m not in any diaspora. I am in my country and I’m here and I’m free and I can be whatever I want to be.” Ei kyllä siltä vaikuta.
ellauri108.html on line 307: “I saw a presentation from the center about bail bonds and I’m thinking, What does that have to do with Holocaust education? We donate to anything that helps educate people about the horrors of the Holocaust as long as it is apolitical. What does some coons getting shot just because they´re black have to do with it? Us jews count as white in America, for crissake!
ellauri109.html on line 609: At the University of Pennsylvania, a friend and colleague—acting, the friend admits, almost as a “pimp”—helped Roth fill the last seats in his oversubscribed classes with particularly attractive undergraduates. Roth’s treatment of a young woman named Felicity (a pseudonym), a friend and house guest of Claire Bloom’s daughter, is particularly disturbing. Roth made a sexual overture to Felicity, which she rebuffed; the next morning, he left her an irate note accusing her of “sexual hysteria.” When Bloom wrote about the incident in her memoir, Roth answered in his unpublished “Notes” with a sense of affront rather than penitence: “This is what people are. This is what people do. . . . Hate me for what I am, not for what I’m not.”
ellauri111.html on line 249: “I know, I know,” he replied consolingly. “It is a short story, but it’s also what one of my friends on this side would call ‘a thought experiment’. We can talk more of that another time, but I’m digressing. You see there’s a lot in the Diary about guilt and what it means to be guilty. Not fiction, but real life, cases that happened in Russia, in my own time, not unlike quite a lot of cases happening in your country today—alas.”
ellauri111.html on line 265: “I’m sorry,” he said, taking a breath (or what seemed like a breath). “As I say, even here there are times when I could wish for a cigarette—or even a good whisky”, he added with a smile, nodding reassuringly at me.
ellauri111.html on line 267: “But I repeat,” he continued after a moment, raising his hands dramatically, “I am not demanding the maximum penalty of the law, not even for these torturers. I do not want them imprisoned, beaten, or executed, though I understand the outrage of people who do. Remember, when Ivan asked Alyosha what to do about the general who’d had the little boy torn to pieces by his dogs, even mild, sweet-tempered Alyosha said ‘Shoot him’. But that doesn’t help either. Just because I wrote a novel called Crime and Punishment, people imagine I’m obsessed with punishing. Not at all. All I want is that the guilty are not acquitted. That their guilt is clearly stated. And that they accept it—that’s the most important of all. Let them be found guilty—and let them go free.”
ellauri111.html on line 291: “I remember. It’s unforgettable. Horrific. In a way I’m not surprised they didn’t let you publish it.”
ellauri111.html on line 297: “Now some people might think that was a sign of how deeply he had repented, allowing himself to be shamed before the whole word. But, as I hope you also remember, Bishop Tikhon could see that wanting to publicize your guilt in that way is not necessarily the same as really accepting it, inwardly. Wanting to be seen – and maybe even admired – as a great sinner is not quite the same as actually repenting. And perhaps that’s how it is here too. Of course, if you want to be fussy, you could say that he’s just talking to himself. He’s not produced a written, let alone a printed, confession. I’m the one who wrote it, not him. And yet, it’s as if he’s rehearsing his story for the benefit of the world, for the imaginary audience we each of us have inside our heads.”
ellauri112.html on line 668: Amer. ongelmalapset on joko on the spectrum (autisteja) tai quirky (vajakkeja). I’m also really over films that nervously wring their hands over autistic characters. Like, give me a break, sanoo 1 blaseerattu kazoja. Varmaan vajakki.
ellauri112.html on line 689: The film is supposedly an ode to the ‘modern parenthood experience’ that’s interspersed with ‘humor and raw honesty.’ I wouldn’t know because I don’t have kids. Perhaps this realism is lost on me because I’m not a parent, but that’s where the film breaks down: it failed to spark even an ounce of empathy in me for its protagonist. Motherhood is portrayed as many childless people like me envision, an absolute misery of an existence (I left the theater thinking thank god I don’t have kids). A successful film would have made Marlo’s predicament relatable to everyone.
ellauri112.html on line 701: I appreciated the fact that a troubled mom did seek help, I’m just not sure the script needed the plot twist. I didn’t immediately warm to this flick. Actually, I often alternated between exasperation and captivation – and a key plot twist at the end left a sour taste in my mouth, though for petty reasons. Nonetheless, something about it didn’t feel quite right. It took one observation from a friend afterward to allow for the film’s brilliance to bloom in my mind.
ellauri133.html on line 406: In a 2005 interview with Conan O’Brien, King shared that his own creepy clown experience was with Ronald McDonald. King was on an airplane and Ronald McDonald came to sit next to him, in full clown attire. "You here? What if this plane crashes? I’m going to die next to a clown," Ronald said.
ellauri133.html on line 410: Although King is widely considered to be the master of horror, he’s previously said he doesn’t have an answer when people ask what drives him. It was his answer to these inquiries. "I thought to myself, ´Why don’t I write a final exam on horror, and put in all the monsters that I was afraid of as a kid? And call it it?´" King told TIME in 2009. "And I thought, How are you going to do that? And I said, Well, I´m going to do it like a fairy tale. I’m going to make up a town where these things happen and everybody ignores them. Like in Grinch."
ellauri141.html on line 313: mittis nec firmo iuveni neque naris obesae? & love letters? As if I’m a sturdy lad with a stuffed
ellauri141.html on line 354: And by way of further warning, I’d better say up front that my reading of this poem differs radically from every other that I’ve seen. What follows is, I think, pretty well uncharted territory in the Persicos Odi canon. I’m going to try to make the case for and translate Pericos odi as a sex poem!
ellauri141.html on line 357: Even a casual reader of the Odes will soon notice that sex in Horace’s poems is ambidextrous. I’m not going to presume to analyze Horace’s sexuality beyond what he tells us in the poems, but when the word puer — boy — occurs in a Horace poem, as often as not it refers to a household slave, a serving boy. And at boring times, the puer becomes an object of sexual convenience.
ellauri141.html on line 366: Adolescent slave boys were fair game for a virile man. Jupiter may have had his Ganymede, but none of the standard pantheon of gods were gay as we use the term. But there was a limit: it was queer to screw a boy after he was old enough to shave. “Passive’ homosexuality was the real disgrace. The urge to bugger was understandable. A man’s desire to be buggered was disgraceful. As often observed, it was better to give than receive. And in Horace’s poems, pederasty seems no more frowned upon than a taste for veal might be frowned upon today. Actually less. By now you can see where I’m headed with all this. I think the puer in Persicos odi, puer, apparatus... is the kind of boy that Horace is sometimes fond of screwing.
ellauri144.html on line 94: Mutta onko Clarxon homo? Ainaskin se on aivan vitun homofoobi, joka on vahva vihje kaappihomosta. (Ei koske minua, I refuse to be bummed.) The Amazon Prime show sees presenters Jeremy Clarkson, Richard Hammond and James May travel the world reviewing cars. The Ofcom complaint comes after Young took issue with a comment in one of the episodes in which the trio made jokes about the Wrangler Jeep being a ‘gay man’s car’..... and then Hammond and May’s ‘quips’ to Clarkson wearing chaps, a pink shirt, he should get some moisturiser. It’s fucking pathetic and actually homophobic. Jeremy Clarkson: I’m not homophobic, I enjoy watching lesbians on the internet.
ellauri144.html on line 691: Mark Zuckerberg in MBTI? Other websites have him as either a INTP or INTJ. I’m going with INTJ, he was an early achiever, while INTPs can often be late bloomers, this is due to the late development of the Judging function. INTJs also tend to be more focused, serious, follow traditions and rules. While the types have many similarities, INTJ seems to be the closer match. Väpelö hörhö nörtti kimmo. Propellipää - luovaa kirpunnyljentää. Sitäpä sitä. Saatanan jutku. Metatron meni neuvomaan Aabrahamille miten Iisakki olis paras uhrata. Viime minuutilla tuli peruutus: kyllä mulle tänään oikeastaan maistuiskin paremmin toi syntipukki. Lisäohjeita albumissa 115.
ellauri147.html on line 340: "It really hurt my career, or my public persona," he said. “It was based on an untruth…If I say it didn’t happen, I’m trusting that people will believe me.”
ellauri147.html on line 370: “He has this thing when he’s talking to you, where he makes you feel [like], ‘I know this must be hard for you because I’m a Beatle and I can read and write,” he said. He also claimed that McCartney will say how hard it must be for someone to have a conversation with Phil.
ellauri152.html on line 585: Yeshiva Boy moves fluidly between referring to the main character as Yentl or Anshel depending on context, which is a great detail. There are times when she’s referred to as Anshel for long stretches of time, and the same for Yentl. The movie, not having third person narration, is a different beast. I take my cue from the story and use both names, depending on the context of what I’m talking about—for example, if Yentl is definitely seen as Yentl by the story in that moment, or as Anshel, or ambiguously as both. That’s a very subjective choice to make each time you write her name! But that question, the fact that you have to ask it of yourself and the fact that it’s not always clear, is to me a crucial part of Yentl’s character.
ellauri152.html on line 591: In the story, Avigdor just trembles and sits down, and Yentl calmly explains. He then asks what she is going to do now, and she says she will go to a different yeshiva and start over. Avigdor half says they could get married, but doesn’t finish the sentence. Yentl rebuffs him, saying it wouldn’t be good, and explains, “I’m neither one nor the other.” She tells him to go back to Badass instead. Avigdor has strange feelings, trying to reconcile who Anshel is, who Yentl is. But they spend the night in companionable debate, discussing Yentl’s marriage to Badass and whether she legally needs to divorce her, as well as why Yentl crossdressed. Avigdor brings up marriage again, but Yentl refuses even stronger.
ellauri152.html on line 617: So I’m not of Singer’s opinion that the movie has no merit. I love Yentl’s music and emotionality (the short story is more distant), and I think I’ll always love it. But I do prefer Yeshiva Boy’s ambivalence and ambiguity to the movie’s heterosexual Hollywood polish.
ellauri156.html on line 363: I don’t think I’m exaggerating here. The interaction between David and Uriah (see next episode) seems to indicate that David was puzzled as to why Uriah would not enjoy the good life in Jerusalem if he had the opportunity to do so. Uriah, on the other hand, chose to live as he would have on the battlefield.
ellauri159.html on line 567: I’m aware that “knightly virtues” sounds a lot like a fedora wearing “nice guy”. If you go back in history, I don’t think you can deny that knights were pretty badass and nothing like the modern day “nice guy”. The difference is that a real knight was strong and powerful. A “nice guy” tries being nice because he is powerless. There is a big difference. Suggested post: A gentleman is not a “nice guy
ellauri159.html on line 789: So what are the defining traits of femininity? Oh-hoho, I’m not going to touch that with a ten-foot pole. I´m not THAT brave. It’s taken me years to understand manhood, and I’m still refining my views. I wouldn’t appreciate it if a woman who hadn’t rigorously studied masculinity offered an off-the-cuff definition for it, so I will refrain from doing likewise. Someone should start an awesome Art of Womanliness-type blog and explore the subject. I’ll be a reader.
ellauri161.html on line 631: I’ve seen some people criticise Don’t Look Up for lacking subtlety. I’m not bothered by this. I don’t necessarily need or want the communications about climate change to be subtle. The issue itself certainly is not subtle. We are heading towards—and, again, already are in the midst of—unprecedented death and destruction. Our systems and rulers are not just woefully ill-equipped to deal with this or to prevent the worst of it, they are actively complicit in bringing it about. Those communities around the world that are the most vulnerable and that have had the least part to play in causing the crisis will be the ones to suffer the first and the worst. This isn’t subtle sh*t! This is horrifying, grotesque, psychologically debilitating stuff to ponder—if you even have the privilege to ponder in the first place! I don’t necessarily need subtlety here. Sometimes, to fight propaganda, you need to go loud and bold. But you still have to be effective. We are fighting an almightily powerful enemy. Competence is a necessary minimum. Regrettably, Don’t Look Up does not meet those standards. Its central metaphor doesn’t even make sense! Yes, capitalism is responding as dreadfully to climate change in real life as it does to the comet in the film—the key difference is that capitalism didn’t cause that comet to come hurtling out of the sky in the first place.
ellauri163.html on line 724: As PZ himself said: "I took the test and scored a 24, an “average math contest winner.” You need a 32 to suggest Asperger’s, and a 15 is the average. So there. I don’t have Asperger’s, I’m just cruel and insensitive."
ellauri182.html on line 117: As Mikage and Yuichi’s relationship develops, one of the first signs that they are drawing closer is a shared dream that they experience. In the dream, Yuichi tells Mikage that he has a desire to eat ramen, a noodle soup. Shortly after awakening from the dream, Yuichi, in real life, acknowledges his hunger. “I just woke up and I’m starving. I was thinking, hmm, maybe I’ll make some instant ramen noodles.” Instead of love, she thinks of food. It is through food, as is shown in this scene and many scenes to follow, that Mikage finds her mouth. Climbing to the balcony with her body mass was an existential feat.
ellauri189.html on line 841: So a Jew who believes in the prophets and that our Talmud’s Rabbies knew what they were talking about shouldn’t doubt the tradition of the Pashtuns not mixing with other nations. And I’m not a Rav myself, but I think there might be a consequence for Halacha here – if we meet a random Pashtun, we can’t ask him to do something that is forbidden on Shabbat, serve him anything not Kosher (from the non-Kosher stuff they do eat – some of the Kosher laws the Pashtuns do keep), etc, because as the Talmud said, in their land they are the majority.
ellauri206.html on line 292: Today, I’m going to present you a rather complicated French poem, which speaks of French historical characters and refers to legends from France and the Roman and Greek antiquity.
ellauri214.html on line 70: In response to a Twitter post about how COVID-19 has been affecting people who menstruate, Rowling wrote, “‘People who menstruate.’ I’m sure there used to be a word for those people. Someone help me out. Wumben? Wimpund? Woomud?”. In this post, Rowling mocks trans people by insinuating that women who do not have a period are not real women. This tweet not only offended trans women who do not have periods, but also cisgender women born with medical conditions that prevent them from having a period, older women who have gone through menapause, and transgender men who still menstrate. Rowling has continued to bash transgender people by comparing hormone therapy to gay conversion therapy and tweeting articles arguing that transitioning is a medical experiment. Many have called Rowling out on her transphobia, and some have attempted to educate her on transgender issues and the difference between sex and gender. However, the author has not been receptive to these comments, and continues to deny that she is transphobic. Rowling’s transphobia has prompted Harry Potter actors Daniel Radcliff (Harry Potter), Emma Watson (Hermionie Granger), Rupert Grint (Ron Weasley), Bonnie Wright (Ginny Weasley), and Evanna Lynch (Luna Lovegood) to show their support for the transgender community. The only actor staunchly standing on her side is Tom Veladro (Voldemort). Oops, I shouldn't have said the name.
ellauri214.html on line 112: I’m a troubled teenager girl in a Hollywood action movie.
ellauri214.html on line 116: In a rare chance, I might be black. If I’m black, I’m more likely to be pregnant. I’m more likely to be dead in the first 20 minutes of the movie (or first episode of the TV show).
ellauri214.html on line 118: In the even rarer chance, I might be Asian. If I’m Asian, I’m most definitely a victim of human trafficking, waiting to be saved.
ellauri214.html on line 126: I’m often shown eating nothing but fast food, but I never have a weight problem.
ellauri214.html on line 135: I’m impulsive. I don't do think more than 2 steps ahead of me. But I'm independent and strong, so I always do things my way, with no regards to anyone.
ellauri214.html on line 140: It's soon revealed I’m a runaway from an abusive household. My father slap me around and my mom is a drug addict/alcoholic who passed out 80% of the time. If my father is step father, he also molested me.
ellauri214.html on line 181: Depending on the rating, I’m seen drinking hard liquor and doing drugs. But unless the show's theme is about drugs, these habit never really have negative impact on my health or my actions.
ellauri219.html on line 304: “But I’m not putting him down. He was a wonderful actor and we were good friends – although we became better friends when we finished shooting. He really wanted to feel that he was in control, though actually it was me who was his boss." Tony oli Roogeria 2v vanhempi. Rooger eli 5v vanhemmaxi.
ellauri219.html on line 749: I teach World of Ideas and courses on Asian religions in the Department of Philosophy and Religious Studies. In my research, I'm interested in exploring young boys and girls In Thailand. Currently, I’m working on two major projects. The first is the preparation of my first book, The Snake and the Mongoose, for publication with Oxford University Press. The second is ongoing research on the Royal Court Brahmans of Thailand. I also have a side interest in the philosophy of prepubertal physics that I indulge when I have the time.
ellauri222.html on line 331: One of the major themes of the novel is the human tendency toward dishonesty. Augie is not a particularly honest character. He cheats, he steals, and lies quite frequently. Dishonesty characterizes many of the other characters in the novel, including Grandma, Einhorn, Mimi (who lies to doctors that she thinks her pregnancy abnormal), Stella, Agnes, and Mintouchian. The only characters who do not lie or cheat are the simple-minded Mama and Georgie. Lying appears necessary for people to survive in a Machiavellian world. As Mintouchian puts it: “I’m a great admirer of our species. I stand in awe of the genius of the race. But a large part of this genius is devoted to lying and seeming what you are not.” The ethics of the American Jew. The book starts with a lie: I am an American, Chicago born."
ellauri222.html on line 537: Harold Mintouchian is a wealthy, distinguished Armenian lawyer and international businessman who is the married lover of a friend of Stella’s and becomes a close friend and mentor of Augie. At the end of the novel, Augie works for him as a black market trader in Europe. Augie looks up to the older man as “a sage, prophet, or guru, a prince of experience with his jewel toes” and seeks his wisdom. Mintouchian, who has seen much of the darker side of human nature through his law practice, has more realistic ideas than the love-bitten Augie about what to expect from human relationships. Secrecy and lies, he tells Augie, are unavoidable. “Mind you, I’m a great admirer of our species. I stand in awe of the genius of the race. But a large part of this genius is devoted to lying and seeming what you are not.” He confesses to Augie that his mistress, Agnes, is keeping secrets from him, while he is keeping secrets from his wife.
ellauri236.html on line 403: She was a kid, 18 at the most. She was horny as hell. After some minutes of frantic handiwork, Eddie found his cock getting hard. It got up and he sat on the end of the bed. “I’m getting a hard on,” he said, grinning. “You get off to sleep if you want to.” “I don’t want to sleep,” the girl said. “You scared the life out of me, but looking at what you got, I’m not so scared now.” He came over to the bed and smiled at the girl. “Thanks a lot, baby. You were swell. I wish I could swell s'm more as well." She half sat on it in the bed, but it wouldn't go in.
ellauri236.html on line 413: “I’m going to talk to her,” Eddie said. “I’m not standing for Slim relieving his repressions on that girl. I got mine to relieve on her too. There’s a limit, and goddamn it, that would be the limit! Be nice now! Doucement!"
ellauri236.html on line 428: “I know women,” he said with a sneer. “They’d do anything to stuff their face. I feel a boner coming. Call Anna." (Anna is the big mouthed one.) “That you, Anna?” Pete asked while Eddie watched him. “This is Pete. Come here quick. Something’s come up important. I want you over here right away. No, I don’t promise it’s a blow job, but it might lead to one. You’ll come? Okay, I’m waiting for you,” and he hung up.
ellauri236.html on line 445: “You hear me?” Slim screamed. “She’s mine! I’m keeping her! No one’s touching her!”
ellauri240.html on line 491: This podcast is brought to you by MeUndies. If I’m not going commando, then I’m wearing MeUndies. I’ve been testing out a pair for about 3 or 4 months now, and, as a result, I’ve thrown out my other underwear. They look good, feel good, have different hole options for men and women, and their materials are 2x softer than cotton, as evaluated using the Kawabata method. Not only does MeUndies offer underwear, but they also have incredible lounge pants. I wear them when I record the podcast, and when I’m lounging out and about grabbing coffee.
ellauri248.html on line 125: And the worst part? The mystery from twenty years ago that causes this entire fucking BOOK and that was way more interesting than the normal mystery? Literally no fucking resolution. Who did it? How did they do it? What is up with that hair clip in the forest and the blood inside Rob’s shoes? NO ONE FUCKING KNOWS. I’m sure this is framed in the minds of many readers as some kind of deeper meaning about memory. You know what I thought, honestly? Tana French wrote herself into a corner with a fucking ridiculous case and then ran out of time on her deadline and decided to leave it open. [krimi, whodunit]
ellauri249.html on line 484: Of course, with the war in Ukraine, I can’t buy it anymore and I’ve had to replace it with Absolut, which is, I’m sorry to say, inferior in taste. (Finlandia’s not available where I live, it’s inferior, too.) That’s why I hope that Putin will retreat from Ukraine as soon as possible so that we can get back to business as usual.
ellauri257.html on line 506: In the United States, Singer went through a period of depression in which he published little fiction, until in 1938, he met Alma Wasserman and the two married in 1940. For Singer as homo domesticus, I needed the views of his wife, Alma Haimann, whom I’ll refer to by her first name hereafter. I had read in a 1970s article from The Jewish Exponent that Alma had been at work on an autobiography. “I’m about as far as the first 100 pages,” she told the Philadelphia newspaper. I was also aware, from Paul Kresh’s 1979 biography, “The Magician of West 86th Street,” that Singer didn’t think his wife would ever finish the manuscript. But was there such a manuscript?
ellauri264.html on line 427: “I’m 64 (no 68) years old and I have a ponytail. I have issues with authority. If I take a crooked case and it pisses off the other 7 (no 8 billion) people on the face of the Earth, that’s their problem, not mine.”
ellauri264.html on line 442: From an early age, Pattis says he has felt a burning desire to know God personally. To that end, he spent time in Switzerland at the compound of an American Christian fundamentalist thinker named Francis Schaeffer and then inveigled himself in the graduate philosophy program of Columbia University, where he studied and taught for six years. At one point, he nearly joined the CIA, but that opportunity fizzled when the agency didn’t like his polygraph answers about homosexual experiences. “I said, ‘Well, I haven’t had any yet. I don’t know how I’m going to respond if you ask,’ ” he recalls. “I think they decided that was a little too much for them.”
ellauri267.html on line 165: “I understand the dilemma, but I’m not going to require the state to break up the cross-examination of this witness,” Newman said.
ellauri269.html on line 541: That bit at the end I’ll have to think about, though. I’m not quite sure what is being implied either by you or (perhaps unintentionally) by the game’s writers here.
ellauri272.html on line 421: Edward Hirsch articulated what may be the consensus regarding Garbage. He saw the poem as a brilliant summation of the poet’s life work, “an American testament that arcs toward praise, a poem of amplitude that confronts our hazardous waste and recycles it saying, ‘I’m glad I was here, / even if I must go.’”
ellauri284.html on line 610: “I’m sorry I did it; if I hadn’t, I would have a hospital now,” Saxena said.
ellauri297.html on line 44: Materialism is the butt of every Dad joke. A child comes to the father of their youth, and say, “Dad, I’m hungry,” to which the beloved father figure replies, “Hello Hungry, I’m Dad!” It pokes fun at the idea that our whole identity could be the sum total of our physical markers, desires and chemical reactions. This would be akin to someone ‘coming out,’ to us and us responding, “Hello Gay! I’m Cis!” It’s ludicrous! But, our culture still does it–quite a bit, actually. We define ourselves and others concretely based on what we own rather than on what we cannot see; our souls.
ellauri309.html on line 299: reputation and my work. I’m appalled by this, sickened by it. I’m disgusted
ellauri309.html on line 310: I simply want to set the record straight. I’m Nora
ellauri309.html on line 311: Roberts. I’m a hard-working writer, and an honest one. That’s it. Here´s my
ellauri311.html on line 57: I’m Anna-Thea, an author
ellauri311.html on line 673: now I’m coming around to Russia's point of view. This war could be over if
ellauri321.html on line 497: Vuonna 1958 Mosfilm tuotti venäläisen kauppiaan Nikitinin (k. 1472) Intian matkasta kertovan elokuvan Hoždenije za tri morja, jonka pääosaa esitti Oleg Striženov. Akvarium - Афанасий Никитин Буги [Хождение За Три Моря 2] lauloi siitä näin: My girl is from Togliatti, I’m from Kostroma myself.
ellauri334.html on line 274: Judas seems to have a different root after I did a quick search, but I’m not sure tbh.
ellauri334.html on line 296: Judas doesn’t get the credit he deserves. Without Judas there’s no betrayal. Without the betrayal there’s no Passion. Without the Passion there’s no crucifixion. Without the crucifixion there’s no resurrection. And without the resurrection there’s no hope. I’m grateful for Judas.
ellauri334.html on line 297: And in the gospel of Judas, non canonical of course, are two words you won’t find in the canonical or apocryphal Bibles “Jesus laughed.” I may be alone, but I like to picture Jesus laughing on the cross. And his fellow felon whistling a merry tune. All three hanging singing in unison. I’m sure He needs to from time to time.
ellauri336.html on line 354: Let’s be honest it’s a very small minority that still practices the head shaving tradition. Most rabbis don’t believe in it. I’m chassidish and don’t practice that minhag as well as none of my friends do.
ellauri336.html on line 372: From what I’ve heard, this practice started in Europe generations ago, where Jewish women were targeted.(attacked/kidnapped) By having their head shaved under their head covering it made them less attractive for potential attackers. I’m not sure of the source of this information, though most of my father’s family, shave their heads.
ellauri336.html on line 384: I’m an American born Muslim woman and I see many similarities of Jews with Islam as there are a lot of intersections of all three monotheistic faiths. I do not believe in covering my hair, but if one were to look at Nativity sets that are displayed during Christmas and look at Christian nuns habits we will observe a modesty all three faiths have in common. I notice more people objecting to women that choose and I use that word loosely, to observe modesty than to object to women or men that show little in clothing modesty..it is very subjective anyway on what is considered modest. Also, it seems the people who take it upon themselves to enforce these rules are committing a greater sin of being cruel and punitive. Where is the mercy and love all religions preach?
ellauri336.html on line 583: Thunberg on Twitter wrote how “I am not “against” Israel or Palestine. Needless to say I’m against any form of violence or oppression from anyone or any part,” while condoning the violence.
ellauri336.html on line 584: To be crystal clear: I am not “against” Israel or Palestine. Needless to say I’m against any form of violence or oppression from anyone or any part. And again – it is devastating to follow the developments in Israel and Palestine.— Greta Thunberg (@GretaThunberg) May 11, 2021
ellauri339.html on line 589: The writing is on the wall. An op-ed in the New York Times entitled “I’m a Ukrainian, and I Refuse to Compete for Your Attention” summed things up nicely: A media junket the author’s friend had been organizing to Ukraine was canceled. The T.V. crew instead left for the Middle East.
ellauri339.html on line 622: It is all something of a set piece. America has an old habit of wandering into a conflict and then losing interest. “We have your back” and “we will not abandon you” join “the check’s in the mail” and “I’m from the government and I’m here to help” among joking faux reassurances. Our proxies seem to end up abandoned and hung out to die. As in Iraq and Afghanistan, never mind Vietnam before that, what was realized at the end could have most likely been achievable at pretty much anytime after the initial hurrahs passed away. It is sad that so many had to die to likely see it happen in 2023.
xxx/ellauri068.html on line 213: I said some of this yesterday, but it wasn’t easy: in one interview, the first question I was asked was about Borges’s sexuality. Infrequent, they said, unusual, like in his stories. The first thing that came to mind was an article on Hans Christian Andersen, published in his own centenary in 2005, which doesn’t say a word about Andersen’s oeuvre and instead is dedicated to providing a pathetic portrait of the repressed homosexual, the vindictive upstart, the complicated and ugly man, like the duckling, which was Andersen. I’m intentionally omitting who wrote it and where it can be found.
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 398: And that’s usually where that thought experiment ends. But let’s keep going with the scenario with low taxes, shall we? After a long time of this pattern, this sandwich shop might turn into a large chain. They’re above the struggle to survive that they started in, and other sandwich shops can’t easily take away a large portion of their customers. It becomes quite expensive to try and out-compete them. But competition is also expensive on their end. And then the owner of this shop starts to think “now wait a minute… I raise the starting wage of my workers and lower my prices, and then everyone else does the same, until eventually, I’m forced to do it again. But that second time, and every time afterwards, I’m not getting more customers or more efficient workers, I’m competing with the other companies to try to maintain what I already have, with less and less profit. And the same is true for everyone I’m competing with. What if I talked to all the other big chains in this area, and we all agreed to keep about the same starting wage and price? That way we ALL make more money.” And now those lower taxes have no effect on price or wages, all that extra money becomes profit.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 190: Now, I am a little at a loss to explain what’s so insulting about a sombrero – a practical piece of headgear for a hot climate that keeps out the sun with a wide brim. And what's so insulting about shackles - a practical way to keep a cotton worker focused on his work. My parents went to Mexico when I was small, and brought a sombrero back from their travels, the better for my brothers and I to unashamedly appropriate the souvenir to play dress-up. For my part, as a German-American on both sides, I’m more than happy for anyone who doesn’t share my genetic pedigree to don a Tyrolean hat, pull on some leiderhosen, pour themselves a weisbier, and belt out the Hoffbrauhaus Song. (Leiderhosen? weisbier? Damn what ignoramus. But she is American, remember. Donald Trump is an expatriate German too. Hitler was an expatriate Austrian. Bet he had a Tirolean hat, a green one like aunt Inkeri.)
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 229: I’m hoping that crime writers, for example, don’t all have personal experience of committing murder. Me, I’ve depicted a high school killing spree, and I hate to break it to you: I’ve never shot fatal arrows through seven kids, a teacher, and a cafeteria worker, either. We make things up, we chance our arms, sometimes we do a little research, but in the end it’s still about what we can get away with – what we can put over on our readers. And it is surprisingly easy, you wouldnt believe what the idiots are ready to swallow, especially if it agrees with their own prejudice.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 252: In fact, I’m reminded of a letter I received in relation to my seventh novel from an Armenian-American who objected – why did I have to make the narrator of We Need to Talk About Kevin Armenian? He didn’t like my narrator, and felt that her ethnicity disparaged his community. I took pains to explain that I knew something about Armenian heritage, because my best friend in the States was Armenian, and I also thought there was something dark and aggrieved in the culture of the Armenian diaspora that was atmospherically germane to that book. Besides, I despaired, everyone in the US has an ethnic background of some sort, and she had to be something! Joe Biden has finally admitted that the Armenian genocide was a genocide and not just an unusually bad case of flu. I am not convinced of it yet.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 257:

I’m from a small rural community, and ev’rybody who lived in my neighborhood, if you want to call it that, were relatives.  We called it “the circle,” and our house was there, my grandmother’s house was there, an aun’ an’ uncle who were childless lived there, and (uh) a couple of aunts an’ uncles who had children.  There were five female cousins, an’ in the summertime we hung out together all day long from early until late.  In my grandmother’s yard was a maple tree, and the five of us developed that into our apartment building.  Each of us had a limb, and [small laugh] the less daring cousins took the lo’er limbs, and I and another cousin a year younger than I always went as far to the top as we could, an’ we– we were kinda derisive of those girls who stayed with the lower limbs.  We had front doors an’ back doors.  The front door was the — the limb — were the limbs on the front, that were nearest (um) the boxwood hedge.  And the grass was all worn away in that area.  An’ then the back doorwa–was on the back side of the tree, an’ you could only enter the front an’ exit from the rear.  And that had to be done by swinging off a limb that was fairly high off the ground, and (um) my cousin Belinda and I had no problem with that, but the other girls — that was always somethin’ we had to coax them into doin’.  But still, you entered the front, you left the rear.  We (um) ate our lunches together.  When it was lunchtime — an’ our mothers always cooked lunch in the summertime ’cause they didn’ want to be in the hot kitchen at night.  So we would just take our (um) — go home, an’ we’d load our plates with all the vegetables an’ the cornbread, an’ get our glasses of milk or ice tea or whatever we were havin’, an’ we would head for somebody’s yard, where we would all sit down an’ eat together.  It was just an institution:  lunch in somebody’s yard.  An’ if you wanted to go home for a second helping– sometimes that was quite a little walk, but it was worth it, because that was our thing, having lunch together, every day.  (Um) We gathered at my grandmother’s on Sundays.  All my aunts would get those chairs, form a circle.  (Uh) One crocheted.  (Uh) Most of them just sat an’ talked, an’ we girls hung out for the main part with the women.  (Uh) The men would gather around the fish pond, which was in a side yard.  It was (um) — it was kind of a rock (um) pond that my granddaddy had, had built.  There was a ir’n pipe in the middle, an’ when he went fishin’, he would put his catch in there.  Or he caught a mud turtle, he’d put it in there.  An’ there it stayed until it was time to kill it an’ cook it, whatever it was.  The pipe in the middle had water that sprayed up all the time.  There was a locust tree near there, an’ that’s where we girls picked the leaves an’ the thorns to make the doll clothes out o’ the locust.  It’s where we always ate the watermelon.  We always had to save the rind, an’ we always had to leave some pink on that rind, because my grandmother made watermelon pickles out o’ that rind.  I hated the things.  I thought they were the worst things I ever put in my mouth.  But ever’body else thought watermelon pickles were just a great delicacy.  That was also around the time that ev’rybody grew gladiolias [sic] an’ I thought they were the ugliest flower I’d ever laid my eyes on, but ever’body had gladiolias.  ‘Course now I’ve come to appreciate the gladiolia, but back then I had absolutely no appreciation for it.  It was also where we made (uh) ice cream, (uh) on the front porch.  We made ice cream on Sunday afternoons.  I had an aunt who worked in the general mercantile business that my family owned, an’ she was only home on Sunday, so she baked all day:  homemade rolls an’ cakes.  And so, she made cakes an’ we made ice cream, an’ ever’body wan’ed to crank, of course.  (Um) That was just a big treat, to get to crank that ice cream.  It was jus’ our Sunday afternoon thing, an’ I, I think back on it.  All the aunts would sit around an’ they’d talk, an’ they’d smoke.  Even if you never saw those ladies smoke, any other time o’ the week.  On Sunday afternoon when we all were gathered about in gran- in granny’s yard, they’d have a cigarette.  Just a way of relaxing, I suppose.  The maple tree’s now gone.  In later years, it was thought the maple tree, our apartment building, was shading the house too much an’ causing mildew, so it was removed at some point.  And I don’t, to this day, enjoy lookin’ (uh) into that part o’ the yard. …


xxx/ellauri103.html on line 260: In describing a second-generation Mexican American who’s married to one of my main characters in The Mandibles, I took care to write his dialogue in standard American English, to specify that he spoke without an accent, and to explain that he only dropped Spanish expressions tongue-in-cheek. I would certainly think twice – more than twice – about ever writing a whole novel, or even a goodly chunk of one, from the perspective of a character whose race is different from my own – because I may sell myself as an iconoclast, but I’m as anxious as the next person about attracting big money. But I think that’s a loss. I think that indicates a contraction of my fictional universe that is not good for the books, and not good for my purse.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 262: Writing under the pseudonym Edward Schlosser on Vox, the author of the essay “I’m a Liberal Professor, and My Liberal Students Scare Me” describes higher education’s “current climate of fear” and its “heavily policed discourse of semantic sensitivity” – and I am concerned that this touchy ethos, in which offendedness is used as a weapon, has spread far beyond academia, in part thanks to social media.
xxx/ellauri122.html on line 126: You are most welcome @Agnes.. I’m glad you found the tips useful.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 559: In the end, what helped me the most was an exercise you could file under “youthful naïvete:” I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down “my 30 guiding principles.” Most of them were simple, like “Let go what must be let go,” “Simplify,” and, “Have no secrets.” I still have the list. It’s on my pinboard. I’m looking at it right now. So why was I naïve to create it?
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 567: In the ten years since I wrote them down, I have broken every single one of my rules. And yet, I’m still glad I wrote that list. You know why? Because the idea that I wanted to live by some rules — despite not knowing which ones or how or why — was enough.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 575: Today, what I’m most interested in is neither principles nor rules, but what lives in-between. That’s one of the many lessons I learned along the way: Each rule may have a lifecycle, but that cycle can repeat many times in one life. So if a rule somehow keeps reappearing, keeps proving itself as useful, and continues to hurt if I break it, that rule catches my attention.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 682: Hi, I’m Nik!
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 1271: Q: If Christians say God can forgive any sin, what about murder, pedophilia? I’m considering becoming a Christian, but don’t agree with this logic.
xxx/ellauri124.html on line 253: Pääkallo tarkoittaa kirjaimellisesti nauruun kuolemista: ”I’m dead”. Suomeksi: kuolen naurusta.
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 298: One of the many striking and often shocking metaphors within “Yeezus,” the new album from rapper Kanye West, arrives halfway into the 10-song release, during a song called “I’m in It.” It involves a quote by the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.: “Thank God almighty, free at last,” raps West, referencing a phrase from 50 years ago that the civil-rights leader used in relation to the plight of African Americans.
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 128: I’m a “Lolita” fan, but let’s face it, Solnit is right: This is a sprightly little tale about the serial rape of an unwilling or indifferent 12-year-old, embraced and promoted by the male literary establishment.
xxx/ellauri136.html on line 97: One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia MarquezI’m sorry I can’t read it in the original language, but it flows so beautifully even in English. Magic.
xxx/ellauri136.html on line 181: But to answer your question: I do have some personal rules like all my main characters can’t wear glasses ‘cause that’s geeky and I’m geeky (I also wear glasses). But another one is that the main character has to be a smoker. That’s not so true anymore, so I broke that one.
xxx/ellauri177.html on line 208: 미안해요 (mianhaeyo) I’m sorry.
xxx/ellauri178.html on line 326: Q: Hey Jay! Have you ever dealt with the Christian’s response to medications that are designed to help men with E.D.? I’m into my 60’s now and the equipment just don't work like it used to. I am contemplating getting some help. I would appreciate your response. Thanks.
xxx/ellauri178.html on line 328: J: I’m not sure all Christians would agree with me, but here is what I think the Christian response should be:
xxx/ellauri178.html on line 330: For some, that could be psychological, or relational, but since you’re over 60, I’m going to guess that it’s physiological. I'd say you haven't got a prayer Bud.
xxx/ellauri178.html on line 332: Q: Thoughtful response, but I’m not sure it addresses the “Christian response” part. Is there anything biblically/theologically that influences this topic?
xxx/ellauri178.html on line 334: J: Not directly, which makes it hard to quote scripture. I mean, most of the verses on diseases involve prayer, not medication. Now, I’m not discounting prayer, but unfortunately, most men won’t be willing to go to their elders and ask for prayer for erectile dysfunction (as per James 5:14), and most wives won’t go to the elders and ask for prayers for their husbands for the same. Sadly, I feel a lot of elders wouldn’t respond appropriately either.
xxx/ellauri178.html on line 336: But, you raise a valid point, that’s the Biblical advice for dealing with medical issues. Granted, they didn’t have medical care like we do today, so I’m not saying that the Bible discounts that care. But, neither should I bury the fact that the Bible says to take it to the elders to pray over, just because I don’t think anyone will do it.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 769: Thank you, really appreciated reading this. I am new to the chicken game and learning on a daily basis. Today one of mine was egg-bound, she seems fine now though and I saw her and another eating her egg yolk but I’m a bit concerned it broke insider her. If you have any advice, would love to know. I am googling and also likely to take to the vet on Monday (it is Saturday so vets not open). Thanks again, well written blog!

xxx/ellauri179.html on line 775: What if a chick is chirping in a way that it sounds like she’s “rolling her r’s”? She does this at random times of the day. She also has a respiratory infection, so what I’m saying is that I would like to know if this means shes hurting or if she’s happy.

xxx/ellauri179.html on line 951: An’ I’m learnin’ ’ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells: ja opin täällä Lontoossa sen minkä vanha masi opetti:
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 596: But it’s not just the imaginary humiliations. There’s just something off-putting about deciding that two bodies of work are of exactly equal merit. I’m all for the notion that literature is such a varied seascape that it’s impossible to get your bearings, let alone arrange things in order; and I’m comfortable with the idea that, of course, some writers are better than others. But once the scorekeeping gets specific, it just feels wrong. What’s better, Guernica or Citizen Kane? The Velvet Underground and Nico or really good Mexican food? The Great Gatsby or your best friend in high school? These are ridiculous questions, and the fairest answer—ladies and gentlemen, it’s a tie!—somehow muddies all the contestants, even the enchiladas.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 790: 18.3% planned the murder in advance and 81.7% committed it impulsively. None of these women indicated that they would commit murder again. Some of the reasons they gave for this are: I learned new ways to master difficult circumstances; frightening experience; I met God; I am not inherently a bad person; I never want to end up in prison again; I hurt the people closest to me terribly; I’m very sorry; no one deserves to be hurt like that; such an act follows you for the rest of your life; crime does not pay; I am much wiser now; I will contact a family member, social worker or police member to help me if I find myself in such a situation again.
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 238: High school can be everything you want it to be or your worst nightmare. For me — it’s okay other than the fact that just about everything I’m surrounded by goes completely against my beliefs as a Christian. Whether it be walking in the hallway hearing terribly vulgar words, common gossiping, or young kids praising the loss of their virginity. You also have your popular “in” music that blatantly puts pre-marital sex, illegal drugs, and the love of money on a pedestal. These are just some of the worldly things we have to deal with on a daily basis that can oh-so easily sweep somebody in. At this point, the options must be weighed: choose God or choose the world? Which god to choose? Which one has the biggest dick?
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 831: But I’m learnings to grow
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 832: I’m hoping all my hard work shows
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 836: I’m a queen and I’m coming to get my crown
xxx/ellauri215.html on line 394: "And this brings me to my conclusion. I’m a strong believer in academic freedom (BUAHAHAHA, stop, you're killing me!) and open debate. I’m somewhat worried coming from a country that lives next to Russia and have been attacked by the Soviet Union and had to survive WW2 as a Soviet neighbor and have had to lose my summerhouse in Porckala to the Soviet Union, that academics make claims that simply are untrue and it doesn’t help if you quote documentation and skew it in a certain direction… more important than international relations theory is the reality of what is happening on the ground.
xxx/ellauri225.html on line 48: The gay content in The Telling is rather subtle and subdued, but it isn’t an afterthought. Sutty’s lesbianism is an important aspect of her character, and when she starts meeting mazis, the keepers of the Telling, many of them are gay couples as well. There is a quiet romanticization of gay monogamy throughout The Telling that moved me when I first read it, and although not every aspect of the novel has aged as well, I’m still very endeared of it for that reason. If you enjoy classic science fiction, where the point is less a thrilling story and more the discovery of a brand new world, The Telling is by far my favorite of the bunch.
xxx/ellauri225.html on line 327: When she took questions after her reading, I stood up from my spot in the back of the room and asked Le Guin why she didn’t talk explicitly about sex, hoping for I’m not sure what — some response that would both justify the work I’d been trying to do and connect it to her own work, that I so admired. Instead, Le Guin gave a curt answer about those details not being that interesting. I said, “Oh.” And “Thank you.” I sat down, and tried not to be crushed.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 114: Bible Reading Plan Spreadsheet. I wanted to start doing the Robert M’Cheyne Bible reading plan this year. In it there is about 4 chapters per day, organized to have two from the Old Testament, and two from the New. There is an emphasis on reading the New Testament twice throughout the year. Here’s a PDF of M’Cheyne’s plan with some pros and cons mentioned at the start: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1EL8rR56QBu1lJwgEVos9IiOuLgfLgEud/view?usp=sharing. No big deal – there are a lot of ways to keep track. Well, I’m the kind of guy I don’t want to have paper around, so I’d like to avoid printing something off. I also … Continue reading Bible Reading Plan Spreadsheet.
xxx/ellauri234.html on line 478: Well, I’m sure that your parents feel as a failure, if they are at all like me. I do
xxx/ellauri234.html on line 487: Indeed if I could I would rather not have any children. Was almost 30-years old when I did. The issue was the bitch of a partner I chose - not the children. Most of their childhood was complete misery for them but I won’t get those great years back. I kept in a good shape and whacked them well and right to the best of my ability. They are all successful adults now. They are grateful that we are not close at all these days, and I’m living and learning to be OK with that.
xxx/ellauri234.html on line 502: Dear Jack I second what someone else said in their comment, you are a sick person. I’m also 27 & I struggled with depression starting at 13. It’s either a miracle that I’m still alive or I just really suck at killing myself because I had 10 suicide attempts & just as many hospitalizations. Honestly if I had ever heard one of my parents say something like your post it would have broken me beyond repair. What a turd!
xxx/ellauri255.html on line 104: Antony Pyp Pipo: What has stood out is the sheer horror of the civil war. There’s a savagery and a sadism that is very hard to comprehend; I’m still mulling it over and trying to understand it. It was not just the build-up of hatred over centuries but a vengeance that seemed to be required. It went beyond the killing; there was also the sheer, horrible inventiveness of the tortures inflicted on people. We need to look at the origins of the civil war: who started it, and was it avoidable? But one also needs to see the different patterns seen in the “Red Terror” (the campaign of political repression and violence carried out by the Bolsheviks) and the “White Terror” (the equal or worse violence perpetrated by that side in the war)– and consider the question: why are civil wars so much crueller, so much more savage than state-on-state wars?
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 571: Basically, I’m not a big fan of Raymond Chandler's Big Sleep. Well, why pussyfoot around? Actually I think the book is stupid; however, Raymond Chandler is a particular favorite of artsy-fartsy mystery readers and critics and this rather bizarre genre mystery featuring the private eye Philip Marlowe is often ranked as one of the 100 best novels of all time. I just don't see why, I think my Remo Vanha Vainooja is 10x more fascinating.
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