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Quote from: www.tubagbohol.com on September 15, 2010, 01:29:19 PM
In his book One Crowded Hour, Tim Bowden describes an incident in Borneo in 1964. Nepalese fighters known as Gurkhas were asked if they would be willing to jump from airplanes into combat against the Indonesians. The Gurkhas didn’t clearly understand what was involved, but they bravely said they would do it, asking only that the plane fly slowly over a swampy area and no higher than 100 feet. When they were told that the parachutes would not have time to open at that height, the Gurkhas replied, “Oh, you didn’t mention parachutes before!”

Three cheers for the Gurkhas...

Quote from: www.tubagbohol.com on January 13, 2011, 01:27:27 PM
Before start of the mass the priest include as among their Intentions for the Local Government, particularly the Mayor, praying for the issuance of permit.

Some particularly thunderous broadside, that.

Quote from: www.tubagbohol.com on January 13, 2011, 01:27:27 PM
The Mayor also expressed disappointment of church officials, specifically their parish priest, Fr. Blair Sabaricos who falsely attacked her during his homilies regarding the monastery and other issues.

Mayor Imboy confided that she brought the matter to Bishop Medroso, regarding the negative attitude of the priest using his homilies as a medium to malign her. Mayor Imboy said asked Fr. Sabaricos for an open discussion with him if there are issues he wants to clarify regarding her administration.

Things, however, worsened. During the Simbang Gabi Mass different priest from other municipalities officiated the early dawn masses alternately. Before start of the mass the priest include as among their Intentions for the Local Government, particularly the Mayor, praying for the issuance of permit. They alleged that only the signature of the Mayor is now lacking for the construction permit.

Hmm. Yet another replay of the classic church-state schism?

Chove Chuva- Brasil '66

Oops...  

Cool brand name...

Quote from: petersen2020 on December 19, 2010, 03:42:03 AM
ive seen both. its really what you or your date is comfortable with or likes. personally, i like bow ties, but the reason i think a lot of people wear ties is because they aren't the normal black or white, but a colorful, patterned tie. if you're going to do a bow tie, i would find a colorful one but im from the us so i dont know if its the same. hope i helped though!

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Quote from: Scarb on October 16, 2010, 05:16:14 AM
A polite ,well mannered person say thanks to someOne..
but instead he answered..labaw pa kang tangkyo..!
  (ikaw ray ugork§) whop§hala..!

Bwahaha! Patay kang polite, well mannered person ka! 

Quote from: BolBuhol on December 17, 2010, 09:26:30 PM
buy a vidgetable

Hmm. Leafy, fruit and flower, or podded? 

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 08:33:58 AM
sa niagi undang ka karijo ani bisyo TB ky naughan n c botoy ...nawa man gud cge pasi-aw s mga thread.. basin nakadaug na...

He he, ang ako ra tawong nadaog sa holidays kay door prize nga usa ka case beer. Hurot pud dayon... 

The sloth hangs on...

by ehdumbao on January 16, 2011
http://www.quotednews.com/2011/01/16/the-significant-of-cebus-sinulog-festival-2011/





For the past 30 years Sinulog Festival in Cebu attract thousands of visitors. Local and international tourists flocked to Cebu City, the Queen City of the South to celebrate, one of the countries most popular festivities. For some Sinulog is just a festival of colors, street dancing and partying but for devoted Cebuanos, it is an honor to be a part of the celebration that marked the commencement of their Christian Life.

Sinulog is a Cebuano word for current. It resembles the current of Pahina River in Cebu. Sinulog is a dance ritual in honor of the Santo Niño, it is a signed of reverence to the Patron Saint of  Cebu. Together with the beat of the drums which resembles the current of the Pahina River that  is more popularly known as Sinulog in Cebuano dialects, people are dancing on the streets in elegant costumes and vibrant colors.

Cebu’s Sinulog Festival 2011 marked the 31st anniversary of the countries one of a kind activities, that was sought-after not only by its neighboring provinces and cities but it is one of the most-awaited calendar of events for the year 2011. Sinulog Festival have grown from an ordinary festivities to become one of the grandest event in the Philippines.

Sinulog One Beat One Dance One Vision was the theme of the 2011 Sinulog Festival. Cebu City Mayor Michael Rama was the Chairman and over-all in-charge of all the activities regarding the Sinulog Festival.  Together with the Sinulog Foundation Inc. and Local Government Units, different working committees are formed for the success of this yearly festival in Cebu.

Sinulog Grand Parade is the culminating event, it  will be held on Sunday January 16, 2011. Before the Sinulog Grand Parade a Fluvial Procession was also held at dawn from Mandaue City to Cebu City. A Mass on the Basilica Minore Del Santo Niño will follow afterwards. It is attended by thousands of devotees before going out to the streets to watch the Grand Parade.

The significant of Cebu’s Sinulog Festival is the devotion of the Cebuanos, that gives importance to their long history of giving back to the Lord of whatever achievements they have right now. It is the time of showcasing not only their talents but also bonding towards one another in remembering the days when their pagan worship have evolved into a Catholic Worship.

Some may not agree with the way the Cebuanos are spending too much resources for this festivities, but in a country where people are given all the privileged and freedom of expressions it is up to us to decide.

Pit senyor!

Quote from: www.tubagbohol.com on January 14, 2011, 07:58:33 AM
What is a Wife of Noble Character?

Year in and year out, everyday, the wife of noble character
Patiently bears the suffering her husband inflicts upon her.

Quote from: islander on January 16, 2011, 12:26:57 PM
what's wrong with a staircase?

Matumban ang wedding gown...

Quote from: hubag bohol on January 15, 2011, 02:11:07 PM
He he, niay akong ihatag nga litson sa mga mamistahay...



The World's Biggest Lechon

Kini na lang, ipadala nako gikan sa Germany kon maluto na...

Quote from: islander on January 16, 2011, 12:25:25 PM
my noble friend, chew not upon this...

Bu ah, Ms. Isle, my training telleth me thus:

Yesterday this Day's Madness did prepare;
To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
Chew! for you know not whence you came, nor why:
Chew! for you know not why you go, nor where.

Quote from: islander on January 16, 2011, 12:28:57 PM
bilib sad ko sa blondie kay lingin bayag tiyan, morag naay sulod nga tiyanak.

Kon sakto ang pangagpas ni Bay Rogamz, basin dautang hangin lang... 

Quote from: islander on January 16, 2011, 12:04:26 PM
tingalig bana na siya ni thumbelina.

He he, sigon sa makita dinhi, ang manok padulong niyang pasngan sa tapay aron maoy ilang panihapon. Dili jud mahurot nilang duha ni Thumbelina...

Quote from: islander on January 16, 2011, 12:01:07 PM
klarohi ra god ko unsay balikotsa.  kaila kog tira-tira, pero wa koy hanaw unsay balikotsa.  palihug lang.  di ko ganahan nga ma-ignorante pag-ayo.

He he, dili jud lagi Bol-anon ning Insika... 

Quote from: islander on January 16, 2011, 12:08:28 PM
truth be told, i have the intelligence of a wasp.

A wasp's waist should be more like it, I presume?

Quote from: islander on January 16, 2011, 11:57:02 AM
cute, bai hubs.

Ang natibugsok sa snow? 

Quote from: Scarb on January 15, 2011, 10:53:42 PM
Ako ang nalubong sa snow diwe ky pwerti jud ka habog this time..we had a white Christmas after how many years of minus degree temp.

Oops. Ikaw ni, Scarb?

Quote from: luckybelle on January 15, 2011, 05:27:34 PM


Bwahahahahaha... kung true man ganing ni, paska mas nalooy ko tsa babae kaysa patay

Hmm. For not having sex for a while, for stradddling on a big one, or for her choice of partner?   

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 10:28:44 AM
diay hehe..asa baryo ka bai hubs? so dugay na diay ka nanimpalad..asa naman ka karon bai...?

Diha ras Luyo, Bay Rogamz, pero didto ko nagdako sa Negros ug Cebu and elsewhere. Nia ko ron sa gawas, nangimbaw...  

Quote from: Scarb on January 15, 2011, 11:49:55 PM
♥ Human beings are funny.
       They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly.
              Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear.
                    Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned.

         But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most,
               is their conscious effort to be connected with the object
                    of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.♥

Love kills...


Freddie Mercury - Love Kills

Quote from: Scarb on January 15, 2011, 11:45:25 PM
Hali hallo hal3r..Lantay ko,

Morag kog karne nga na frozen sa snow..ug karon natunaw na ang ice ky gipagawas naman sa ref.,so pwede na lutoOn 

Hmm. Das süße Fleisch? 

Quote from: www.tubagbohol.com on January 15, 2011, 08:24:59 AM
True Love Waits? True or not?

He he, love or not? 

Quote from: islander on January 15, 2011, 11:35:39 PM
yeah, like those big pharmaceuticals supplying the contraceptives after lobbying with our legislators.

Hmm, comparatively small time... 

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 10:01:28 AM
energetic permi pa condition mao di matiguls bai hubs..

He he, sa atong bahin, permi tang mapahiyomon unya layo pa jud ang prostate cancer...

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 09:59:31 AM
mao ba..dimiao bai hubs cge lang adventure mga kalungsoran ngita lingaw... pero kgikan camp philips buk...

He he, kababs diay ta pero baligtad. Akong kagikan taga Dimiao pero wa ko magdako didto...

Quote from: bugsay on January 15, 2011, 02:04:06 PM
mamista ta....

Sa kang kinsang panimalay... 

Quote from: islander on January 15, 2011, 11:45:40 PM
kun ang dalaga ngayon ay nag-agi na kang sir fd, sureness ko nga nahimo na nang lola, after the fact.  hala, dawata nang naa sa hulagway nga gihatag ni states.  otherwise, mabunalan mo sa sungkod.

Active pa man tingali si Sir FD sa mga DC... 

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 09:50:09 AM
unsa klase job bai hubs para di matiguwang na ladies.. kana blow..

Bwahaha! Aw, dugay jud tuod matiguwang kon maohon... 

Quote from: hubag bohol on January 15, 2011, 08:32:12 PM
When you get bored with your creation it can be dissolved and the material used again to make something new or repair old designs.

Hmm. Very practical...

Quote from: islander on January 15, 2011, 10:00:41 PM
i would like to believe that the house and post are miniatures, the man is diminutive, and the chicken is normal.

Oi, sobra ra pud ka-diminutive ang tawo kon maohon...

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 09:43:56 AM
nindot jud sa una dili lang jud ko moskwela summer ky naa dghan bayle bsta buwan Mayo  fond memories jud ...i missed bayle sa canduao occ valencia..

Taga Valencia pud diay ka, Bay Rogamz? Silingan ra diay ta...

Quote from: kan-ogong on January 04, 2011, 02:39:35 AM
Kaon na lang mo Balikotsa o dili ba tira tira. mas lami pa kay sa White Rabbit. gi ban na sya kay white rabbit made in China makalanag naay melanine pa

Oi, hala! Mahilig ra bag White Rabbit si Bay Bugsay. (Morag ganahan pud to siyag White Bunny, aw, bisan tingalig unsang kolora sa Playboy bunny...)

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 09:25:17 AM
gilok cguro...motoyhakaw ra ba jud na if ganahan na pag-idpag-id...   morag wa na uso bayle panahona so di madiscover naa diay tinagoan...

Mao bitaw, fond memories na lang tong paudpaod kaniadto...

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 09:29:46 AM
pang racing horse well-train naman...

He he, bitaw, basin pilion ang taas og emotional quotient.

Basin pud sumo wresting fan ning kabajoa... 

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 09:11:57 AM
daghan jud moangay nimo inday bai hubs ky malolooy-on jud ka bsta mga lami-on..imo hatagan maau suitable nga job

He he, patrabahoon lang gud og job nga sayon ra aron dili sayo nga matiguwang... 

Quote from: hofelina on January 16, 2011, 04:50:38 AM
Doy, wala ka mamintana sa Ramiro Hspital?

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 09:21:00 AM
morag sakto jud...ky naa overlooking glass windows likod sa building...

Hmm, nakaadto tuod kos Ramiro Hospital, pero wa man ko makadalag camera ato.  Wa pud ko kainom...  

Taym sa, wa bay laing taas nga building duol didtong dapita?

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 09:18:18 AM
korek..ky kalma ra jud..morag ra man papel ang sumo wrestler nitongtong..morag langaw ra..galakaw nalng kabajo ky unja mahagbong na amaw nga wrestler.. maowaw na kabajo moabot finishing line jamo sakay..

He he, masinabtanon diayng kabajoa kon maohon...

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 09:09:07 AM
morag nangutot na pormaha... 

Bwahaha! Sakto! Mao diay... 

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 09:14:09 AM
moshot bleeding jud mahitabo ana..busa hinayhinay mga ondoy tanawon daan before moongad ongad 

Aw, iagi jud nis hinayhinay...

He he, unsa pud kaha no kon di mag-bra unya imong kabayle og sweet...

Quote from: Scarb on January 16, 2011, 12:29:50 AM
Btw. doul nas K of C ..tali, ky ako patim-anan kana kahoy nga milabaw..naka inagtä ko dana sa una..

Helps a bit? 

Hmm. Sureness hinuon ko nga Dauis nang sa unahan...

Nag-inagtä? Unya, way naghangad-hangad? 

Quote from: Scarb on January 16, 2011, 12:29:50 AM
Paluma kag pangiyot,wla man diay nmo butangi ug patim-anan? mawo..! 

Bwahaha! Ngitngit man gud kay lawom nang gabii, unya nakainom pa jud gamay. Hmm, basta mora man tog several floors up...

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 08:36:53 AM
hadlok ra pod ni mokokog sa ilong...

He he, kon di ka magbantay, sa tanto nimong ungad peligrong motaop sa ilong... 

Quote from: aquarius on January 15, 2011, 10:01:29 PM
Bai Hubs..

wa nimo ni sumpayi?  pwede na ni panghingatuli ....kagilok ba ani modapat sa atong panit...hahahaha

Morag pangirogan man tang magtan-aw. Di ta magdugay ani... 

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 09:02:42 AM
gibug-atan na ky morag kalakaw nalng iya kabajo...

Hinuon, morag wa man bug-ati, kalma ra tan-awon...

Kaluoy ni Inday... Ako na lang kaha ang mo-employ niya, kay gaan ra ang akong ihatag niya nga trabaho... 

Quote from: www.tubagbohol.com on January 15, 2011, 10:58:21 PM
mahadlok baya pud ta labi na ug b-a-yot diay ang nituwad. 

He he, kanang ikaduhang player from the left ang morag b-a-yot... 

Quote from: Scarb on January 15, 2011, 11:05:49 PM
Dli na bod²..ka klarex ana nga bibingka? 

Taas tingali kaayog liki bibingkaha... 

Quote from: rogamz on January 16, 2011, 08:55:46 AM
morag sa panahon pani teenager pa ka bai hubs.. chcknfox tengale na...

Dugay-dugay na jud diay tawon kon maohon...

Quote from: islander on January 15, 2011, 10:31:06 PM
ngeee, kalooy sa kabayo...

Maayo na lang kay medyo gamay ni nga sumo wrestler...

He he, dia ra ang bloomers ni Ms. Isle, gipatandangan sa adlaw aron mahilis ang lagom...

Quote from: islander on January 15, 2011, 11:26:34 PM
hahaha!  good old bloomers.  morag daghan ana ang gasul-ob diri karon sa cebu.  mga laki, di baye.  nag-costume sila as spaniards nga kauban ni magellan.  for the sinulog festivities.

He he, post pictures sa Sinulog, Ms. Isle. It's been ages since I joined one...

Quote from: Scarb on January 15, 2011, 11:02:00 PM
Unja ky maghubo man daw to si manoi Huboi ky ipakita nya ija botoy sa kigol 

Dia ra ang gipangayo nimo, Nyorita Scarb. OK ra tingali ni bisag partial nudity kay clinical shot man...





Usa pa lang ko ka semanang sigig lingkod diris TB, nabotoyan man dayon ang kigow... 

Quote from: Scarb on January 15, 2011, 11:02:00 PM
Unja ky maghubo man daw to si manoi Huboi ky ipakita nya ija botoy sa kigol 

Bantay di ba motungä to ron..mating pa hik³

Oi, ako baya ang unang mitungag balik sa mga pakatokers. Si Bay Bugsay nakauna nimong half-shot, pero luya pa...

Quote from: Scarb on January 15, 2011, 10:34:47 PM
its a lobot hold whehe³

Peligro kon nag-atubangay... 

Quote from: islander on January 15, 2011, 10:36:18 PM
paita sa kontra kun naay mogawas anang lobota intawon...

He he, mabuhiag ahat...

Quote from: Scarb on December 08, 2010, 01:45:27 AM
si manoi Huboi gapatong patong sa sinakong tag pesong milliones ug maoy gihimo nyang campo..mitago sya ky hadlok ako padad-an ug ghost bomb..Zaon dli mohatag ug address or tel.# ngak§ 

Bwahaha! Zaon paghatag nga NPA man ko, gawas pa, mauwaw kos akong hubon ug beer belly! 

Quote from: www.tubagbohol.com on December 02, 2010, 11:24:32 PM
Asa na kaha si Hubag Bohol? Siya ba kaha ang midaog sa P741 Million nga Grand Lotto last Monday?

Oi, gibinuangan man diay ko diri, abi kay absent. What a cruel joke kay on the contrary, nahurot tawon ang daginoton nga tinigom ni Botoy!

- Botoy after the holidays

Ah, back to the old habit. 





Lisi Sandi!   

Zaon na lang... 

Bruce Lee started the practice of meditation early on...

Quote from: islander on January 15, 2011, 08:53:24 PM
fatay!  ano ba ini.  paging, bulbohol!

Nagasujop pa galing sang itindis nga balut si Tobol haw... 

Quote from: islander on January 15, 2011, 08:51:04 PM
hahaha!  suddenly, my worries have scampered away... imagine, i don't have to miss my friends... and tb netizens, perhaps? 

Hmm, the oft-postponed EB at last? 

Fermina & Florentino~ Love in the time of Cholera...Shakira-Pienso En Ti

The Heart's Eternal Vow

The New York Times, 10 April 1988
A Review of Gabriel García Márquez's Love in the Time of Cholera


Love, as Mickey and Sylvia, in their 1956 hit single, remind us, love is strange. As we grow older it gets stranger, until at some point mortality has come well within the frame of our attention, and there we are, suddenly caught between terminal dates while still talking a game of eternity. It's about then that we may begin to regard love songs, romance novels, soap operas and any live teen-age pronouncements at all on the subject of love with an increasingly impatient, not to mention intolerant, ear.

At the same time, where would any of us be without all that romantic infrastructure, without, in fact, just that degree of adolescent, premortal hope? Pretty far out on life's limb, at least. Suppose, then, it were possible, not only to swear love "forever," but actually to follow through on it -- to live a long, full and authentic life based on such a vow, to put one's alloted stake of precious time where one's heart is? This is the extraordinary premise of Gabriel García Márquez's new novel Love in the Time of Cholera, one on which he delivers, and triumphantly.

In the postromantic ebb of the 70's and 80's, with everybody now so wised up and even growing paranoid about love, once the magical buzzword of a generation, it is a daring step for any writer to decide to work in love's vernacular, to take it, with all its folly, imprecision and lapses in taste, at all seriously -- that is, as well worth those higher forms of play that we value in fiction. For García Márquez the step may also be revolutionary. "I think that a novel about love is as valid as any other," he once remarked in a conversation with his friend, the journalist Plinio Apuleyo Mendoza (published as "El Olor de la Guayaba," 1982). "In reality the duty of a writer -- the revolutionary duty, if you like -- is that of writing well."

And -- oh boy -- does he write well. He writes with impassioned control, out of a maniacal serenity: the Garcímárquesian voice we have come to recognize from the other fiction has matured, found and developed new resources, been brought to a level where it can at once be classical and familiar, opalescent and pure, able to praise and curse, laugh and cry, fabulate and sing and when called upon, take off and soar, as in this description of a turn-of-the-century balloon trip:

"From the sky they could see, just as God saw them, the ruins of the very old and heroic city of Cartagena de Indias, the most beautiful in the world, abandoned by its inhabitants because of the sieges of the English and the atrocities of the buccaneers. They saw the walls, still intact, the brambles in the streets, the fortifications devoured by heartsease, the marble palaces and the golden altars and the viceroys rotting with plague inside their armor.

"They flew over the lake dwellings of the Trojas in Cataca, painted in lunatic colors, with pens holding iguanas raised for food and balsam apples and crepe myrtle hanging in the lacustrian gardens. Excited by everyone's shouting, hundreds of naked children plunged into the water, jumping out of windows, jumping from the roofs of the houses and from the canoes that they handled with astonishing skill, and diving like shad to recover the bundles of clothing, the bottles of cough syrup, the beneficent food that the beautiful lady with the feathered hat threw to them from the basket of the balloon."

This novel is also revolutionary in daring to suggest that vows of love made under a presumption of immortality -- youthful idiocy, to some -- may yet be honored, much later in life when we ought to know better, in the face of the undeniable. This is, effectively, to assert the resurrection of the body, today as throughout history an unavoidably revolutionary idea. Through the ever-subversive medium of fiction, García Márquez shows us how it could all plausibly come about, even -- wild hope -- for somebody out here, outside a book, even as inevitably beaten at, bought and resold as we all must have become if only through years of simple residence in the injuring and corruptive world.
Here's what happens. The story takes place between about 1880 and 1930, in a Caribbean seaport city, unnamed but said to be a composite of Cartagena and Barranquilla -- as well, perhaps, as cities of the spirit less officially mapped. Three major characters form a triangle whose hypotenuse is Florentino Ariza, a poet dedicated to love both carnal and transcendent, though his secular fate is with the River Company of the Caribbean and its small fleet of paddle-wheel steamboats. As a young apprentice telegrapher he meets and falls forever in love with Fermina Daza, a "beautiful adolescent with . . . almondsshaped eyes," who walks with a "natural haughtiness . . . her doe's gait making her seem immune to gravity." Though they exchange hardly a hundred words face to face, they carry on a passionate and secret affair entirely by way of letters and telegrams, even after the girl's father has sound out and taken her away on an extended "journey of forgetting." But when she returns, Fermina rejects the lovesick young man after all, and eventually meets and marries instead Dr. Juvenal Urbino who, like the hero of a I9th-century novel, is well born, a sharp dresser, somewhat stuck on himself but a terrific catch nonetheless.

For Florentino, love's creature, this is an agonizing setback, though nothing fatal. Having sworn to love Fermina Daza forever, he settles in to wait for as long as he has to until she's free again. This turns out to be 51 years, 9 months and 4 days later, when suddenly, absurdly, on a Pentecost Sunday around 1930, Dr. Juvenal Urbino dies, chasing a parrot upon mango tree. After the funeral, when everyone else has left, Florentino steps forward with his hat over his heart "Fermina," he declares, "I have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century, to repeat to you once again my vow of eternal fidelity and everlasting love." Shocked and furious, Fermina orders him out of the house. "And don't show your face again for the years of life that are left to you . . . I hope there are very few of them."
The heart's eternal vow has run up against the world's finite terms. The confrontation occurs near the end of the first chapter, which recounts Dr. Urbino's last day on earth and Fermina's first night as a widow. We then flash back 50 years, into the time of cholera. The middle chapters follow the lives of the three characters through the years of the Urbinos' marriage and Florentino Ariza's rise at the River Company, as one century ticks over into the next. The last chapter takes up again where the first left off, with Florentine now, in the face of what many men would consider major rejection, resolutely setting about courting Fermina Daza all over again, doing what he must to win her love.
In their city, throughout a turbulent half-century, death has proliferated everywhere, both as el cólera, the fatal disease that sweeps through in terrible intermittent epidemics, and as la cólera, defined as choler or anger, which taken to its extreme becomes warfare. Victims of one, in this book, are more than once mistaken for victims of the other. War, "always the same war," is presented here not as the continuation by other means of any politics that can possibly matter, but as a negative force, a plague, whose only meaning is death on a massive scale. Against this dark ground, lives, so precarious, are often more and less conscious projects of resistance, even of sworn opposition, to death. Dr. Urbino, like his father before him, becomes a leader in the battle against the cholera, promoting public health measures obsessively, heroically. Fermina, more conventionally but with as much courage, soldiers on in her chosen role of wife, mother and household manager, maintaining a safe perimeter for her family. Florentino embraces Eros, death's well-known long-time enemy, setting off on a career of seductions that eventually add up to 622 "long term liaisons, apart from . . . countless fleeting adventures," while maintaining, impervious to time, his deeper fidelity, his unquenchable hope for a life with Fermina. At the end he can tell her truthfully -- though she doesn't believe it for a minute -- that he has remained a virgin for her.

So far as this is Florentino's story, in a way his Bildungsroman, we find ourselves, as he earns the suspension of our disbelief, cheering him on, wishing for the success of this stubborn warrior against age and death, and in the name of love. But like the best fictional characters, he insists on his autonomy, refusing to be anything less ambiguous than human. We must take him as he is, pursuing his tomcat destiny out among the streets and lovers' refuges of this city with which he lives on terms of such easy intimacy, carrying with him a potential for disasters from which he remains safe, immunized by a comical but dangerous indifference to consequences that often borders on criminal neglect. The widow Nazaret, one of many widows he is fated to make happy, seduces him during a nightlong bombardment from the cannons of an attacking army outside the city. Ausencia Santander's exquisitely furnished home is burgled of every movable item while she and Florentino are frolicking in bed. A girl he picks up at Carnival time turns out to be a homicidal machete-wielding escapee from the local asylum. Olimpia Zuleta's husband murders her when he sees a vulgar endearment Florentino has been thoughtless enough to write on her body in red paint. His lover's amorality causes not only individual misfortune but ecological destruction as well: as he learns by the end of the book, his River Company's insatiable appetite for firewood to fuel its steamers has wiped out the great forests that once bordered the Magdalena river system, leaving a wasteland where nothing can live. "With his mind clouded by his passion for Fermina Daza he never took the trouble to think about it, and by the time he realized the truth, there was nothing anyone could do except bring in a new river."

In fact, dumb luck has as much to do with getting Florentino through as the intensity or purity of his dream. The author's great affection for this character does not entirely overcome a sly concurrent subversion of the ethic of machismo, of which García Márquez is not especially fond, having described it elsewhere simply as usurpation of the rights of others. Indeed, as we've come to expect from his fiction, it's the women in this story who are stronger, more attuned to reality. When Florentino goes crazy with live, developing symptoms like those of cholera, it is his mother Transito Ariza, who pulls him out of it. His innumerable lecheries are rewarded not so much for any traditional masculine selling points as for his obvious and aching need to be loved. Women go for it. "He is ugly and sad," Fermina Daza's cousin Hildebranda tells her, "but he is all love."

And García Márquez, straight-faced teller of tall tales, is his biographer. At the age of 19, as he has reported, the young writer underwent a literary epiphany on reading the famous opening lines of Kafka's Metamorphosis, in which a man wakes to find himself transformed into a giant insect. "g***," exclaimed García Márquez, using in Spanish a word in English we may not, "that's just the way my grandmother used to talk!" And that, he adds is when novels began to interest him. Much of what come [sic] in his work to be called "magical realism" was, as he tells it, simply the presence of that grandmotherly voice.
Nevertheless, in this novel we have come a meaningful distance from Macondo, the magical village in One Hundred Years of Solitude where folks routinely sail through the air and the dead remain in everyday conversation with the living: we have descended, perhaps in some way down the same river, all the way downstream, into war and pestilence and urban confusions to the edge of a Caribbean haunted less by individual dead than by a history which has brought so appallingly many down, without ever having sopoken, or having spoken gone unheard, or having been heard, left unrecorded. As revolutionary as writing well is the duty to redeem these silences, a duty García Márquez has here fulfilled with honor and compassion. It would be presumptuous to speak of moving "beyond" One Hundred Years of Solitude but clearly García Márquez has moved somewhere else, not least into deeper awareness of the ways in which, as Florentino comes to learn, "nobody teaches life anything." There are still delightful and stunning moments contrary to fact, still told with the same unblinking humor -- presences at the foot of the bed, an anonymously delivered doll with a curse on it, the sinister parrot, almost a minor character, whose pursuit ends with the death of Dr. Juvenal Urbino. But the predominant claim on the author's attention and energies comes from what is not so contrary to fact, a human consensus about "reality" in which love and the possibility of love's extinction are the indispensable driving forces, and varieties of magic have become, if not quite peripheral, then at least more thoughtfully deployed in the service of an expanded vision, matured, darker than before but no less clement.

It could be argued that this is the only honest way to write about love, that without the darkness and the finitude there might be romance, erotica, social comedy, soap opera -- all genres, by the way, that are well represented in this novel -- but not the Big L. What that seems to require, along with a certain vantage point, a certain level of understanding, is an author's ability to control his own love for his characters, to withhold from the reader the full extent of his caring, in other words not to lapse into drivel.

In translating Love in the Time of Cholera, Edith Grossman has been attentive to this element of discipline, among many nuances of the author's voice to which she is sensitively, imaginatively attuned. My Spanish isn't perfect, but I can tell that she catches admirably and without apparent labor the swing and translucency of his writing, its slang and its classicism, the lyrical stretches and those end-of-sentence zingers he likes to hit us with. It is a faithful and beautiful piece of work.

There comes a moment, early in his career at the River Company of the Caribbean when Florentino Ariza, unable to write even a simple commercial letter without some kind of romantic poetry creeping in, is discussing the problem with his uncle Leo XII, who owns the company. It's no use, the young man protests -- "Love is the only thing that interests me."

"The trouble," his uncle replies," is that without river navigation, there is no love." For Florentino, this happens to be literally true: the shape of his life is defined by two momentous river voyages, half a century apart. On the first he made his decision to return and live forever in the city of Fermina Daza, to persevere in his love for as long as it might take. On the second, through a desolate landscape, he journeys into love and against time, with Fermina, at last by his side. There is nothing I have read quite like this astonishing final chapter, symphonic, sure in its dynamics and tempo, moving like a riverboat too, its author and pilot, with a lifetime's experience steering us unerringly among hazards of skepticism and mercy, on this river we all know, without whose navigation there is no love and against whose flow the effort to return is never worth a less honorable name than remembrance -- at the very best it results in works that can even return our worn souls to us, among which most certainly belongs Love in the Time of Cholera, this shining and heartbreaking novel.

-- By Thomas Pynchon

Quote from: islander on January 15, 2011, 08:33:11 PM
ugh!  is this for real?

The cow is most likely one excitable fan... 

The shirt you spray on: For clothes that fit like a second skin, try instant fabric in a can

By Tamara Cohen
Last updated at 8:03 AM on 30th September 2010





Rummaging through a drawer, grabbing a T-shirt and slipping it over your head would certainly be simpler. But some of us are willing to put a little more effort into our wardrobes.

The result? A shirt that fits so snugly it looks as if it has been sprayed on to the body. Actually, it has.
Thanks to a liquid mixture made of cotton fibres, we could soon be spraying ourselves into everything from T-shirts, dresses and trousers to swimwear and hats.

Fabrican - literally fabric in an aerosol can - is the brainchild of Spanish designer Dr Manel Torres who has spent ten years working on his invention.

In a video demonstrating how it works, he sprays a blue and white T-shirt on to a model in just under 15 minutes.

Drying as soon as it hits his skin, the garment can be taken off, washed and re-worn.

Dr Torres teamed up with Paul Luckham, Professor of Particle Technology at Imperial College London, to create Fabrican, which consists of cotton fibres, polymers (the plastics which hold them together) and solvents which keep it in liquid form.

When you get bored with your creation it can be dissolved and the material used again to make something new or repair old designs.

Dr Torres said the idea was to be able to create clothes instantly and cheaply, all of which would be a perfect fit.


Video spray-on T-shirt


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Quote from: hofelina on January 01, 2011, 03:23:07 AM

Hmm. Mora lagi nig portrait ni Botoy...   

(philstar.com) Updated January 15, 2011 07:03 PM


MANILA, Philippines (Xinhua) - Four Filipinos were among the kidnapped crew members of a Danish-owned cargo ship that was boarded by ransom-seeking Somali pirates in the Gulf of Aden on Jan. 12, the Department of Foreign Affairs said today.

The Leopard, a 2,000-ton ship believed to be carrying " sensitive" cargo, was boarded in the Gulf of Aden off the coast of Oman, when the ship was seized. Two other Danish crew members were also seized.

The information was relayed to the DFA by the seafarers' local manning agency.

The latest hostage-taking brings to 113 the total number of Filipino seafarers onboard 11 vessels who are being held captive by pirates.

Concerned Philippine embassies, the ships' principals and the local manning agencies are in close coordination to ensure the early and safe release of the sailors.

Philippine officials have been in a dilemma on how to provide protection to the seafarers due to the rapid mobility of the seamen and the government's inability to track their destination.

A ban proposed by the Philippine government has met strong opposition from local seafarers' groups, saying this policy would cost them their jobs and force shipping companies to turn to other nations for manpower.

The Philippines is the world's leading supplier of ship crew with over 350,000 sailors, or about a fifth of the world's seafarers, manning oil tankers, luxury liners and passenger vessels worldwide, exposing them to piracy attacks.

As a policy, the Philippine government does not negotiate nor pay ransom to kidnappers, but gives ship owners the free hand in negotiating for the release of abducted Filipino sailors.


http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=648386&publicationSubCategoryId=200

By Emilio Parodi Emilio Parodi â€" Fri Jan 14, 12:14 pm ET


MILAN (Reuters) â€" Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi faces a prostitution investigation in Milan over a teenage nightclub dancer who attended parties at his private residence, prosecutors said on Friday.

A day after Italy's top court partially struck down a law that gave him blanket immunity from prosecution, the news added pressure on the premier, who is battling to shore up his shaky government and already faces tax fraud and corruption charges.

The magistrates said they are investigating allegations that Berlusconi paid to have sex with 17-year-old Karima El Mahroug, who used the stage name "Ruby Rubacuori" (Heartstealer). Paying for sex with a prostitute under age 18 is an offence in Italy.

They are also examining whether he intervened improperly with police to secure her release after she was held for theft.

Prosecutors said in a statement they were investigating alleged crimes committed at Berlusconi's Arcore villa near Milan between February and May 2010, when the girl was 17, and that they had issued a summons to Berlusconi and his lawyers.

The prime minister's lawyer Niccolo Ghedini issued a statement dismissing the investigation as "absurd and groundless" and said the allegations had already been denied by witnesses and those directly involved.

He later said in a separate statement that Berlusconi had never had sex with the girl.

The case of "Ruby," a Moroccan runaway, caused an international media storm last year and instantly made the expression "bunga bunga" -- a term used by the young woman to describe sex parties -- part of the Italian vocabulary.

She says she was paid 7,000 euros ($9,414) after attending a party at Berlusconi's villa but has denied having sex with him.


http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20110114/wl_nm/us_italy_berlusconi_probe

Thu Jan 13, 12:59 pm ET


BERLIN (Reuters) â€" Two would-be thieves called in their own crime to police in Germany after they could not escape from a broken-down elevator over the weekend, police said in a statement.

"This sounds really dumb," one of the thieves told police in Cologne over the elevator's emergency phone, "But I'm afraid that we wanted to break in and the elevator has gotten stuck."

When police arrived they found the two thieves aged 31 and 37 stuck in the elevator of an office building.

The thieves allegedly broke into the building and were attempting to reach a higher floor when the elevator became stuck, the police said.

They decided to phone for help when one thief injured his hand attempting to pry open the door.

Firemen eventually freed the men and they were arrested.


http://news.yahoo.com/

Who came first, the chicken or the egg?

Another beneficial genetically modified chicken...

Bob Marley - Don't worry be happy

In this life there are only two things to worry about.
Either you will be rich or poor.

If you are rich, there is nothing to worry about.
But if you are poor, there are only two things to worry about.

Either you will be healthy or sick.
If you are healthy, there is nothing to worry about.

But if you are sick, there are two things to worry about.
Either you will live or you will die.

If you live, there is nothing to worry about.
If you die there are only two things to worry about.

You will either go to heaven or to hell.
If you go to heaven, there will be nothing to worry about.

If you go to hell, you'll be so damned busy shaking hands with all your friends,
You won't have time to worry!

SO WHY WORRY?

Worry?

Quote from: Vistabel on January 15, 2011, 05:42:14 PM
If a problem can be solved, no need to worry about it.

If a problem can not be solved, what is the use of worrying?

Indeed...

Nangalisang intawon! 

A few years back...

Kini mas lisod pa espilingon...

Unsa ni nga wrestling hold? 

Budlat, he he... 

A modern-day version of the Incubi myth, there are countless cases of alien abductions, many with sexual undertones. Some reports suggest the use of an invasive anal probe, and others talk of a sexual union with the aliens themselves.

52 year old Jazz singer Pamela Stonebrook claims to have regular sex with a six-foot tall reptilian alien. “My first sexual encounter with an alien was unlike any love-making I’ve experienced before,” Stonebrook claims. “It was so intense and enjoyable and, without wanting to get too graphic, he was so much larger than most men. I remember exactly how I felt when I saw him for the first time. I awoke from my sleep to find myself making love to what appeared to be a Greek god. At first I assumed it was an exceptionally lucid dream. But the sex was very intense and as I closed my eyes I was overwhelmed by how comfortable I felt with this unknown being. The next time I opened my eyes he had transformed into a reptilian entity with scaly, snake-like skin. It was then I realized I was making love to a shape-shifting alien. Sensing I was scared, the reptile whispered, ‘We’ve always been together, we love each other.’ The orgasms were intense. When I tell men about my reptilian experience, they find it difficult.”

There are countless stories involving alien/ human lovemaking. Antonio Villas Boas of Brazil claims that, in 1957, he was abducted by aliens and put in a room with a beautiful, fair-haired woman and forced to mate with her. Howard Menger claimed to have regular sexual liaisons with Marla, a beautiful blond woman from space who claimed to be 500 years old. In the 1970’s, a 19-year-old girl in California claimed to have been gang-raped by six blue-skinned, web-footed humanoids who attacked her after she watched their spaceship land.

Due to the outlandish nature of the claims and the general lack of evidence, most people dismiss such reports. Sadly though, it is likely that many of the people who make such claims, do so as a result of a deep, psychological need.

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Yum or yuck?