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The language I can’t remember hearing
The food I don’t remember eating
Are all around me.

No, please don’t
I promise to behave

As if the black bruises
Have never left me.

When we used the land just like our ancestors, it’s amazing how tasteful the most basic of foods can be.

A city
Once so grand
Decaying.

Time.

Glorified past
Where is it going?

In the latest military offensive in Sri Lanka, about 1,000 civilians were killed, and many more injured during its latest.

Lost for hours in a rundown part of town. Cats are feasting on a rabble of rats and mice roaming the brown-water filled potholes in the dark narrow alleyways from which no sky can be seen for the low stone archways and the tall crumbling yellow walls.

Do you want to see my music? The question come from a man squatting in a corner, covered with a stained blanket whose colour long faded. No money, just your time I want, he continues, and then leads me up a tall stairway, dragging his leg behind. Don’t step here, he taps with his walking stick, and the settled dust reveals the broken pavers and hidden holes.

We reach a lightless room that could barely fit the single bed covered with debris and broken tools. I sit on the bed-corner; he on the floor. In fast steady motions he sharpens a knife. In his right he holds a bow whose string he wraps around a piece of wood. He holds the knife with his bare foot and moves the bow forward and backward in a fast movement my eyes can’t grasp. With only the slightest movement of his knife-holding foot he touches the wood.

The debris, the dirt, the stained blanket are gone, and all that remains is a shapeless piece of wood metamorphosing, in front of my eyes, in a magician’s hand, into an elaborate carved statue of a woman. This is my music he says and his face illuminates the room as if a window just opened into the bright midday light high above.

A cock strutting in the yard
Found a pearl in hay
It’s only mine, he called the hens
Everyone here away!

He pecked it once and twice
Before taking into beak
He tasted, chewed and then spat out
It’s not a thing to eat.

It’s stupid, useless piece of junk!
He called in great dismay
Why does man adore it much?
It’s not as good as hay.

While some would claim Ignorant cock
Missed treasure he could have
What value is a pearl
If hay is what you crave?

A freee interpretation of Aesop's fable

Why do psychics have to ask you your name?

If you sometimes feel a little useless, offended or depressed … Always remember that you were once the fastest and most victorious little sperm out of millions.

This game is supposed to give you the functional age of your brain. I am not sure what it means, but anyway, it's fun.

As the instructions are in Japanese, this is what you need to do:

1. Push 'start'
2. Wait for 3, 2, 1.
3. Memorize the position of the numbers on the screen (they disappear fast). Once they have disappeared, click the circles in order, from the SMALLEST number to the BIGGEST number.
4. At the end of game, the computer will tell you the age of your brain.

Enjoy

http://flashfabrica.com/f_learning/brain/brain.html

What happens when a fly falls into a coffee cup?

The Italian - throws the cup, breaks it, and walks away in a fit of rage.

The German - carefully washes the copy, sterilizes it and makes a new cup of coffee.

The Frenchman - takes out the fly, and drinks the coffee.

The Chinese - eats the fly and throws away the coffee.

The Russian - Drinks the coffee with the fly, since it was extra with no charge.

The Israeli - sells the coffee to the Frenchman, the fly to the Chinese, drinks tea and uses the extra money to invent a device that prevents flies from falling into coffee.

The Palestinian - blames the Israeli for the fly falling in his coffee, protests the act of aggression to the UN, takes a loan from the European Union to buy a new cup of coffee, uses the money to purchase explosives and then blows up the coffee house where the Italian, the Frenchman, the Chinese, the German and the Russian are all trying to explain to the Israeli that he should give away his cup of tea to the Palestinian.

Remember, half the people you know are below average.

If insects were to disappear tomorrow, all life on earth would perish within a generation. If man were to disappear tomorrow, within a generation life on earth would flourish.