10 tips for political newcomers

Posted in mes recherches on April 19, 2009 by elisseiatesen

child inquiry

Posted in mes recherches on April 18, 2009 by elisseiatesen

Yesterday I started a research, in which the target is made of children of maximum 9 years .  I still wonder  which is the true motivation of doing this, but  as far as I lied to  myself, is the fact that I miss simple things, childhood and simple thoughts.I spoke with  a blond hair girl, whom I m started to  inquire.though the questions were unpredicted, the answers were the next:

Alexandra, 6 years: “Politicians are policemen, a president writies on flags, democracy  is a  school, love is  when  you  kiss, and I want to  become a  doctor.”only_a_child_by_toiyi

~funny~

to be continued…

~SPIN~

Posted in whatIthinkAboutNothing on April 17, 2009 by elisseiatesen

Shake it for life:)

Posted in mes recherches on April 16, 2009 by elisseiatesen

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Shake It For Life sau campania pentru descarcerarea persoanelor dependente la locul de munca de un scaun confortabil, o cafea si un blog bun (nu ca ultimile nu ar fi distractive). Shake It For Life people.

Live is INVOLVING!

olimpiadele comunicarii

Posted in mes recherches on April 16, 2009 by elisseiatesen

Cea mai importantă competitie natională pentru cei care doresc o carieră în domeniul comunicării stă să înceapă. Evenimentele Olimpiadelor Comunicarii creeaza in fiecare an o legatura directa intre actualii practicieni si tinerii care isi doresc o cariera in domeniul comunicarii profesioniste.

More  details..site>olimpiadele-comunicarii2

~old times~

Posted in whatIthinkAboutNothing on March 21, 2009 by elisseiatesen

pictures of old times make you  feel sorry  for  the things that cannot be the same anymore. there are pictures  with color and smell, memories  and snapshots of good  times. when you were there, together with those you  loved  to  spend  your time with. when  you  wished  to  be here, but  you  couldn’t  predict moments like this.when your intuition and sense of  anticipation didn’t foresee  the lack of old times. it’s useless to  dig  a way  to these times, but it worths the effort. because you remember the good ones, you remember people and moments with  your friends.

one  day in a month you  deserve to reconstruct reality, according to the feelings you  have now. You  are  allowed to  dream at  old times and places and bring them with you with the help of your  mind. friends might be the same. but they  might be others, close or distant in the same time. you realize that you  love some of them, though you know you  could  never have access to  what they  feel  about you. Old times are made to  make you compare the novelty of your existence  and become melancholic about the things that could have  happened if your  decisions had  been different.

this is why  I love old times. and memories. because the condition for which  they  inherit the name “memory”is the fact  that they remain as they happend. to make you see what  you  didn’t  see, to make you  remember faces, friends and to  create  a sort of  melancholic  feeling which  you  are pleased with. I remember what  one friend  told  me about  good old shoes[thank you], and I feel that  I wear them whenever I recall old times. and people.  I guess they  fit perfectly.

I did it my way

Posted in la journee de decisions on March 6, 2009 by elisseiatesen

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.

Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say – not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!

live today.live tomorrow.dialogue.[part one]

Posted in whatIthinkAboutNothing on February 20, 2009 by elisseiatesen

~they  think  it’s all  about  planning and thinking  about  tomorrow. they  think they  will be  kings  and lords and rich.  they  think  about  living  tomorrow and they  hope  for it.they  dream.and plan.and seek. Living tomorrow is for them  a way  of making themselves  useful, and less melancholic, because  yesterday their minds were sticked on neverending questions. should they  be happy  about  tomorrow without even  having a clue about  the end of their plans?~

[dialogue]

He’s sick, on dying. she doesn’t know.

She: Let’s  go  to the mountain we  wanted to see  a  few  days  ago.

He: Let’s stay here. The  trip  to the mountain  will  last  too  long.

She: Pleassse, I want to  see the mountains, the trees, the flowers…[begging]

He: The mountain is too  high for  me…You’re  free to  go and make your plans…

Then, she left. because  she  didn’t know he  couldn’t  live tomorrow.she  didn’t accept not making  her plans and not following the road established by  herself. he  remained still and cold. [it was today].

[end of story]

the Others never make  plans thousands  of years  before. they  live with  hope, but  they  don’t forget  that  time is not as long  as they  wish  it to be. they  remember people and places. because their  sleep  is deeper with them in their minds. they never  renounce or neglect the  thing  they are fighting  for, and this  gives them power…

[unfinished thoughts]


[can you lead the nation with a microphone?]~discourse for green microphones~

Posted in whatIthinkAboutNothing on January 14, 2009 by elisseiatesen

the thing …is that  i remember the microphone you gave  me last  time.  it was a green  one, and I didn’t  have the  courage  to  use it. You  told  me I can  lead the nation with it.remember?I  told  you  that I  don’t  like microphones, but still, I  took it. Now I keep  it as a memory. it was my  birthday. now, you remember?

the thing is …that now  I like microphones. especially the green ones. only  if they  could speak sometimes.It’s like hoping to  hear a close voice, or hearing the sound and not recognizing who’s  voice it is. it’s like, the day you  wanted to lead the nation, but  I told you  this is a  hard thing to do, but you answered me this is not impossible. [and you hoped.  >now, you  remember?<]

Other times we  found out  that microphones are in fact  easy to use, but it depends what  nation you  decide to lead with them, and the color.[well  yes, the color is important]. I choose the green one. It reminds me of the nation you  chose. The nation I was invited to lead, but I couldn’t .

The thing is…that  I have never had a microphone. But now I have.  A green one.

The hundred years’ war

Posted in mes recherches on January 12, 2009 by elisseiatesen

The Arabs and Israel

How growing rejectionism, the rise of religion, a new military doctrine and a new cold war keep peace at bay

 

Reuters

WITH luck, the destructive two-week battle between Israel and Hamas may soon draw to an end. But how long before the century-long war between Arabs and Jews in Palestine follows suit? It is hard to believe that this will happen any time soon. Consider: Israel’s current operation, “Cast Lead”, marks the fourth time Israel has fought its way into Gaza. It almost captured Gaza (behind a pocket containing a young Egyptian army officer called Gamal Abdul Nasser) in 1948, in the war Israelis know as their war of independence. It captured Gaza again in 1956, as part of a secret plan hatched with Britain and France to topple Nasser as Egypt’s president and restore British control of the Suez Canal. It invaded a third time during the six-day war of 1967—and stayed there for 38 years, until withdrawing unilaterally three and a half years ago.

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