<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:25:42.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple life of simple people ...</title><subtitle type='html'>" For the past is past and will never return, the future we know not, and only the present can be called our own" by Marie Corelli. .....My name is Olga and this is my life in New York City ....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-7115621152057964388</id><published>2010-02-11T11:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:31:00.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspire to inspire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/S3Q5Gbw2EoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bjN3LUlUxFQ/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen-spring-2010-590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/S3Q5Gbw2EoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bjN3LUlUxFQ/s320/alexander-mcqueen-spring-2010-590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437033432837657218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/S3Q5GIEPFII/AAAAAAAAAEM/NB7ij82V2VE/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen-fashion-designer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/S3Q5GIEPFII/AAAAAAAAAEM/NB7ij82V2VE/s320/alexander-mcqueen-fashion-designer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437033427550278786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/S3Q5FvBYigI/AAAAAAAAAEE/31WB8DXYuSg/s1600-h/alexander_mcqueen_fw09a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/S3Q5FvBYigI/AAAAAAAAAEE/31WB8DXYuSg/s320/alexander_mcqueen_fw09a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437033420827429378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/S3Q5FYIoEzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jagc-gO4FpA/s1600-h/alexander_mcqueen_fw09c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/S3Q5FYIoEzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jagc-gO4FpA/s320/alexander_mcqueen_fw09c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437033414683792178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/S3Q5FNTOLuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/inoDmDt0VfE/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen1_1364281i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/S3Q5FNTOLuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/inoDmDt0VfE/s320/alexander-mcqueen1_1364281i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437033411775442658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The news of Alexander McQueen death overwhelmed me with feeling of sadness and deep regret. It is unfortunate for humanity that in this society we live to learn to tolerate artistic Greatness and still, with all the Oww's and Ahh's, we suffocate Genius Artistic expression with mundaneness.  Once again, the society kills the Genius!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-7115621152057964388?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/7115621152057964388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2010/02/inspire-to-inspire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/7115621152057964388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/7115621152057964388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2010/02/inspire-to-inspire.html' title='Inspire to inspire'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/S3Q5Gbw2EoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bjN3LUlUxFQ/s72-c/alexander-mcqueen-spring-2010-590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-8647974348039433978</id><published>2010-02-09T17:41:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:58:56.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back to your true self.</title><content type='html'>It has been 2 years and 6 month to the day since I have written a blog post here. "What a shame!" - I want to exclaim. On the second thought, lets find an excuse. Lets see how far will I go to justify the ways and reasons for not being able to stay true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reason #1 - Occupation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reference to what we call "job" - there are two types of peoples: the one's that live to work, and there are others who work to live. Judging by how far ago I wrote my last post, I belong to the first category: I live to work. There was a time when it felt as I was spending all my waking hours at work: the first morning cup of coffee I had at work, lunch with a friend ( colleague ) I took at work, dinner served cold, wrapped in a piece of yesterdays newspaper I ate listening to the rocking sounds of MTA. So there it was: WORK took over my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reason #2 - New love interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It always starts so innocently - a girl meets a boy, a girl likes a boy, a girl falls for a boy ...... and then starts the troubles. We, female creatures, are innately predisposed to taking care of someone - it is our nature, our call. Sometimes we  mistakenly take the BF for the BB (the baby). We start by liking him, then loving him, then LIVING HIM ........ taking on his life as our own. This will definitely be my next topic for discussion: How not to lose oneself in 10 days ... ;o) But getting back to the discussion, in no time his life becomes your life, his problems become your problems, his dreams become your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She was always trying to be what her husband wished, and never able to repose on his delight in what she was." - George Eliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not get me wrong: it is wonderful to show support and care, and make him feel as he take an important place in your life and heart. Unfortunately, we sometimes get carried away and get involved ........ a little bit too much. There it was: in pursue of OUR happiness, I lost track of my OWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reason #3 - I run out of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Given an opportunity, we will always come up with the most realistic and valid excuses. At the end of the day, you are in the argument with yourself. It is how much slack will you give yourself and  can live with it comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my own self. ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thoughts, though not my own :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;"Defining myself, as opposed to being defined by others, is one of the most difficult challenges I face."--Carol Mosely-Braun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;"One's philosophy is not best expressed in words; it is expressed in the choices one makes ... and the choices we make are ultimately our responsibility." --Eleanor Roosevelt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-8647974348039433978?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/8647974348039433978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2010/02/getting-back-to-your-true-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/8647974348039433978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/8647974348039433978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2010/02/getting-back-to-your-true-self.html' title='Getting back to your true self.'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-5184514162812522663</id><published>2007-08-01T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T11:14:42.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of Life.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/RrCgslHiOQI/AAAAAAAAABM/2wVhgewyg4M/s1600-h/405499500_93e0d320f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093747866294434050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/RrCgslHiOQI/AAAAAAAAABM/2wVhgewyg4M/s200/405499500_93e0d320f2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems to me that for the most part we as people have a tendency to dream big. Your daily lives are bombarded with millions of slogans such as: "Dream big!" "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Supersize&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing wrong with it I suppose. Otherwise, what could we ever achieve without reaching for the stars. Les Brown once said: "Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you will land amongst the stars." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, in the midst of reaching for the stars, living in the future, we tend to forget that after all we still are in NOW, in the present. We ignore the MOMENT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Moment. The most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; gift any human can have in their lifetime. Everything happens in the moment. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093747406732933346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/RrCgR1HiOOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/a0z89PI592Q/s200/a_moment_away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fall in love in the moment - the moment when he looks in her eyes and he know that she is the ONE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093747694495742194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/RrCgilHiOPI/AAAAAAAAABE/p9LGJT0p_Zc/s200/2399107_c772176fe0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We smell the flowers in the moment - that second the fragrance of this little fragile flower comes up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;through &lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nostrils&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reaches&lt;/span&gt; the brain ........ that moment can change your mood, your day, your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093748197006915858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/RrCg_1HiORI/AAAAAAAAABU/JB_DR-2UTcM/s200/610528_14f6efd159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moments are some many, but please do not be fooled by their myriad. Remember, that each and every one is dear to you in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uniqueness&lt;/span&gt;, their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;murkiness&lt;/span&gt;, their ephemeral splendor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below, I have gathered a few famous quote on The Moment. I hope you enjoy. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Each today, well-lived, makes yesterday a dream of happiness and each tomorrow a vision of hope. Look, therefore, to this one day, for it and it alone is life.”&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://www.thinkarete.com/quotes/by_teacher/sanskrit_poem/"&gt;Sanskrit Poem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Feelings, whether of compassion or irritation, should be welcomed, recognized, and treated on an absolutely equal basis; because both are ourselves. The tangerine I am eating is me. The mustard greens I am planting are me. I plant with all my heart and mind. I clean this teapot with the kind of attention I would have were I giving the baby Buddha or Jesus a bath. Nothing should be treated more carefully than anything else. In mindfulness, compassion, irritation, mustard green plant, and teapot are all sacred.”&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://www.thinkarete.com/quotes/by_teacher/thich_nhat_hanh/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Thich&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nhat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hanh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21st century Vietnamese Buddhist monk and author&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Live not as though there were a thousand years ahead of you. Fate is at your elbow; make yourself good while life and power are still yours.”&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://www.thinkarete.com/quotes/by_teacher/marcus_aurelius/"&gt;Marcus Aurelius&lt;/a&gt;The Emperor-Philosopher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“The fool, with all his other faults, has this also, he is always getting ready to live.”&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://www.thinkarete.com/quotes/by_teacher/epicurus/"&gt;Epicurus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“There is only one time that is important—NOW!! It is the most important time because it is the only time that we have any power.”&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://www.thinkarete.com/quotes/by_teacher/leo_tolstoy/"&gt;Leo Tolstoy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-5184514162812522663?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/5184514162812522663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2007/08/moments-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/5184514162812522663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/5184514162812522663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2007/08/moments-of-life.html' title='Moments of Life.......'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/RrCgslHiOQI/AAAAAAAAABM/2wVhgewyg4M/s72-c/405499500_93e0d320f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-2594787817744706467</id><published>2007-05-01T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:58:45.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How many people does it take to make a difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/Rjc4znqZgrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/z7FK5KRCfqk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059575165845340850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/Rjc4znqZgrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/z7FK5KRCfqk/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;How many people does it take to make a difference?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a strong believer in a philosophy that ONE can make a significant difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have stumbled upon an article from "The Insider" – an online magazine I am subscribed to and absolutely determined to spread the word about, because it talk about the TRUTH. I am talking about World News – Mass Media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you read this article, I need you to think - until when will we be PASSIVE citizens of the world. When will we stop thinking and start DOING??????? When will ONE make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Two-thirds of the British population oppose the Iraq war (this is the main point!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third 'think Iraq war was right' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;[This BBC headline spins the story and misses the point, as we often observe when the mass media reports stories which conflict with state propaganda requirements and the official agenda. The most significant point is not that 1 in 3 people still believe what the government says. The most significant point is clearly that 2 out of 3 people do not. In this "democracy", the decisions taken by the government on arguably the biggest issue (certainly in terms of financial cost, the number of people affected, and the severity of the effects) is in fact not what the voters want at all. But as usual, the government does represent the real voters in a western democracy: big business, the wealthy elite, and Israel and the Zionist cause.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A third of people in the UK think the war in Iraq was justified but six in 10 believe it was a mistake, a BBC survey suggests. While 29% said taking military action against Iraq in 2003 was the right thing to do, only 5% of those questioned felt safer now. Four years after the start of the war, half said the issue was very or fairly important in their voting decisions. More than 1,000 people across the UK took part in the BBC/ICM poll. The survey also found that more than half of people questioned said they would distrust the British government if it said military action were needed elsewhere because a country posed a threat to national security. While 51% said they would not trust the government in such circumstances, 32% said they would. However, most people interviewed said they would support the use of British troops in further overseas missions such as disaster relief or stopping genocide. Some 57% were in support of this kind of action even if the countries involved did not pose a direct threat to Britain's national security, while 24% opposed it. And while 5% thought Britain was a safer place since the Iraq war, 55% said they felt the country was less safe. Nick Sparrow, from ICM, which conducted the research on behalf of the BBC, said: "Four years on from the war most people in the country have now come to the view that the United States and Britain were wrong to take military action against Iraq in 2003." He added: "The poll does however suggest there would be support for the use of British troops to take part in overseas missions such as disaster relief or to stop genocide, even if the countries involved do not pose a direct threat to Britain's national security." ICM interviewed a random sample of 1,019 adults across the country by telephone between 2 and 4 March this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOURCEBBC News, "Third 'think Iraq war was right'", 20 March 2007.&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/6467147.stm" target="_blank"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/6467147.stm&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-2594787817744706467?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/2594787817744706467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-many-people-does-it-take-to-make.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/2594787817744706467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/2594787817744706467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-many-people-does-it-take-to-make.html' title='How many people does it take to make a difference?'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/Rjc4znqZgrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/z7FK5KRCfqk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-4015309242729359085</id><published>2007-04-25T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:46:22.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Girl Wants, What a Girl Needs ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/Ri9cm3qZgqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ph5ryMK-8Qg/s1600-h/l_735d541ffa311a21fb7ce538aca53116.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057362729406923426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/Ri9cm3qZgqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ph5ryMK-8Qg/s200/l_735d541ffa311a21fb7ce538aca53116.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/Ri9ckXqZgpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iglvMZPabqU/s1600-h/l_765f675e3a43e05ee9a6729deda1848c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057362686457250450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/Ri9ckXqZgpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iglvMZPabqU/s200/l_765f675e3a43e05ee9a6729deda1848c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thekin.com/"&gt;http://www.thekin.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday a got invited to a house party / life music performance at my friend's friend's friend :) house in the most beautiful and charming part of my beloved and under appreciated Brooklyn - Carroll Gardens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grabbing my hugely overworked with school roommate, we went to the party, which was supposed to start around 5-ish, and, of course, it was in the full bloom when we got there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my best understanding, it is the best and the worst place to meet people - the party you were not personally invited to by the host of the house, therefore, you do not know anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the best because there is an opportunity, literally, everywhere you look to get to know someone very special - because all of the guests in a way are ;). I am in love with new faces. Every single one is a new book, to be opened and read in no time. Discover something new about a country you have heard about some many times before, but this person will always add an extra spice to the story, describing what you have already heard and seen from his/her particular and very intimate point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, it is the worst because .......... you might not remember the new faces you have met earlier the next morning ;o) ....... but lets not talk about the sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main focus of the party was the life performance by an amazing "The Kin" - an Australian band of two brothers, and the drum guy. The link to their website is at the top of today's blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can tell you all about them but the best way to find out is to check their site. They remind me of "Coldplay", but again - this is my subjective opinion. In a few words - THE GUYS ARE &lt;strong&gt;HOT, HANDSOME, AND TALENTED!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-4015309242729359085?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/4015309242729359085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-girl-wants-what-girl-needs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/4015309242729359085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/4015309242729359085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-girl-wants-what-girl-needs.html' title='What a Girl Wants, What a Girl Needs ......'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/Ri9cm3qZgqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ph5ryMK-8Qg/s72-c/l_735d541ffa311a21fb7ce538aca53116.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-6258390730637352614</id><published>2007-03-14T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:41:44.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you heard of LADO? ....... NO? How about SUDAN?</title><content type='html'>ONE SINGLE ESSAY ON LADO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDEPENDENCE FOR LADO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SOCIAL - ENTITY POPULATION OF PEOPLE THAT ONCE LIVED IN PEACE IN THE HEART OF AFRICA NOW LIVE IN A MORE DEVASTATING LIFE AS STATELESS PERSONS , DISPLACED PERSONS , REFUGEES BEING THROWN UP AND DOWN ON THEIR OWN LAND WHERE THEY CAN NOT TALK AND WISTLE EVEN , UNABLE TO MENTION TO SAY ABOUT THEIR IDENTITY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SOCIAL - ENTITY POPULATION PEOPLE ARE SOMETIMES REFERRED TO AS THE MERE POPULATION - GROUPS OF SUDANIC ORIGINES OR RACE IN AFRICA . MEANWHILE , THE TERM RACE IS NOT OFTEN A CONCISE TERMINOLOGY ACCEPTABLE IN USE AS THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE HUMAN RACE AS SUCH ,. ONE CAN AS WELL PREFER NOT TO USE IT THEN , BUT COULD PREFER TO CHOOSE AND EFFECTIVELY ADOPT AND ADAPT TO USE THE VERY COMMON SENSE IN MEANING OF THE TERM IDENTITY OF THE DIFFERENT PEOPLE AND IN RELATION TO A SOCIAL LIFE THEY CHOOSE TO LIVE WITHIN BY THEMSELVES AND PRESENTABLE IN HARMONY WITH OTHER SOCIAL ENTITIES OR GROUPS OF PEOPLE .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THROUGH THIS THAT ; BE COUNTRIES , NATIONS , STATES OR KINGDOMS COME ABOUT .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADO ON HER OWN CAME ABOUT THROUGH SUCH MAN KIND FORMATION AS A NATION - COUNTRY - STATE -. KINGDOM TO SAY LEAST AND IT UNDERWENT AND OR IS STILL UNDERGOING THROUGH VARIOUS HISTORICAL AND CIVIC EVENTS IN HUMAN LIFE . THE PEOPLE OF LADO LIVED . THEY CAN PICK THEIR HISTORY STORIES , ARCHEOLOGICAL FINDINGS AND ANTHROPOLOGICAL STUDIES WAY BACK FROM 3000 B.C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RECENT DEVELOPMENTS IN THE HISTORY OF LADO TO THE MINDS OF THE PRESENT HISTORIANS HAS PROBABLY ITS BEGINNINGS TO PICK ON FROM 700 B.C WHEN LADO PEOPLE STRUGGLED FOR THIER FREEDOM FROM THE PHARAONIC REIGN OVER THEM .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST FALL OF PHARAOS INTENSIFIED BY THE POWER STRUGGLE BETWEEN THE EGYPTIAN HIGH PRIESTS AND THE PHARAO COUPLE , TUT - ANK - AMON AND QUEEN NEFERITE , LED TO THE DIVISION OF EGYPT INTO THREE KINGDOMS : UPPER EGYPT , LOWER EGYPT , AND MIDDLE EGYPT WITH THE HOLY CITY OF THEBES . LADO CAME OUT VICTORIOUS FROM EGYPT AND DECIDED TO RESETTLE HER PEOPLE ON THE ANCESTRAL TERRITORY WHICH THEY NAMED LADO .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEANING " THE LAND WHERE OUR FORE - FATHERS ' DEAD BODIES LIE " BUT TODAY LADO WITH A POPULATION OF 7 MILLION IS THE LAND WITHOUT A FACE IN THE CENTRAL AFRICAN COUNTRY , OF THE SAME SIZE AS THE SCANDINAVIAN COUNTRY SWEDEN , AND FACING THE NEW ERA OF TODAY ' S HISTORY WHICH STARTED OFF BY OCCUPYING IT ONCE AGAIN BY THE OTTOMANS WHICH BY THEN HAD OCCUPIED EGYPT .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THROUGH A HISTORY , THE OTTOMANS PLACED A CLAIM RULING OVER LADO BRINGING IT ONCE AGAIN UNDER THE OTTOMAN - EGYPTIAN DOMAIN . THE OTTOMANS CHANGED THE NAME LADO WHICH BECAME THE SO CALLED " THE PROVINCE OF EQUATORIA REGION OF EGYPT / OR OTTOMAN - EGYPTIAN DOMAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN FACT , THIS WAY , OPENED DOOR WAY , CAME ABOUT FOR THE WESTERN EUROPEANS WHICH ENTERED IN KNOWING ABOUT LADO . THE OTTOMANS APPOINTED AS FIRST A KHEDIVE " GOVERNOR - GENERAL " PROMOTTED IN THE OTTOMAN ARMY TO THE RANK OF MAJOR . GENERAL , A WORKING BRITISH ORIGINE , SIR SAMUEL WHITE BAKER AS THE GOVERNOR - GENERAL / KHEDIVE OF LADO - EQUATORIA OF OTTOMAN EGYPT AND SO EFFECTIVELY BECAME ON 26th MAY 1871. SUCCESSIVE GOVERNOR GENERALS APART FROM TWO UNITED STATES AND GERMAN GOVERNOR GENERALS WERE ALL OF THE BRITISH ORIGINES BUT ALL ADMINISTERED LADO WITHIN THE JURISDICTION OF THE OTTOMAN RULES .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER THE LONG WARS WITH LADO THE OTTOMAN - EGYPTIAN FORCES WITHDREW FROM LADO THUS LIVING LADO TO ITS OWN DESTNY . LATER , HISTORY DEVELOPMENT STARTED OF THE FALL OF THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE WHICH CONCLUDED ITSELF IN THE TREATY OF LAUSANNE - 24 JULY 1923 WHEREBY LADO ALREADY BY THE TREATY HAD RIGHTLY TO HAVE BEEN INFEPENDENT IN CENTRAL AFRICA . BUT THIS NEVER AVVAILED ITSELF .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADO HAD TO START TO FACE ANOTHER NEW ERA OF HISTORY : THE COLONISATION OF THE WHOLE CONTINENT OF AFRICA BY THE BERLIN TREATY OF 26th FEBUARY 1885 . THE REGIONS OF CENTRAL AFRCA SURROUNDING LADO - EQUATORIAL REGION FELL UNDER THE COLONIAL POWERS : SUCH ARE , IN BLACK AND WHITE , SO WRITEN , DELIMITING THE BOUNDRIES WITH LADO : THE TREATIES OF ANGLO - EGYPTIAN SUDAN , THE CONGO - FREE - STATE TREATY AND THE BRITISH - EAST AFRICA TREATIES .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FROM HERE , PARADOXICALLY WHEN BELGIUM IN 1892 ENTERED IN AGREEMENT WITH LADO FOR CO - OPERATION THUS FIGURED OUT FOR THE FIRST TIME , AND FOR THE HISTORIANS TO KNOW OF THE IDENTITY OF LADO ON MAP INTERPRETATIONS , AS LADO ENCLAVE . LADO ENCLAVE IN REALITY IS LADO STATE -. KINGDOM WHICH FREED HERSELF FROM EGYPT AND SO ESTABLISHED IN 687 B.C WITH HER FIRST KING NAMED LARO . SINCE FROM THEN , 14 GENERATIONS OF THE POPULATION OF LADO WITH THE PRESENT KING , TILL TODATE , STILL HOLD ONTO , FOR THE IDENTITY OF LADO . BUT THE PRESENT FOREIGN FORCES AFTER REMOVING LADO AWAY FROM MAPS TEND TO SHOW THE WORLD COMMUNITY THAT LADO DOES NOT AND HAS NEVER EXISTED ON THIS SURFACE OF THE PLANET EARTH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LADO PEOPLE WITH THEIR KING ARE BEING HOUNDED ALL OVER THE CORNERS OF THE WORLD NOW , LIVING ON TO BEG FOR SURVIVAL TO A KIND OF WILLING COMMUNITIES WHO SYMPATHISE WITH THEM OVER THE OCCUPATION OF LADO BY THESE FOREIGN FORCES .IT SEEMS FUTHER STILL , THE HISTORY OF TODAY IS WRITING AGAIN FOR LADO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY LADO HAVE ITS INDEPENDECE AND FREEDOM IN THIS THIRD MILLENIUM IN THE STORY OF HUMAN RACE ? EAST TO WEST , NORTH TO SOUTH , IN THE CONTINENT OF AFRICA COLONIAL POWERS AT LAST PERCEIVED TO GIVE INDEPEDENCE TO THEIR COLONIAL COUNTRIES . IT IS IN HOPES THEN , THAT LADO CASE BE PERCEIVED BY THE INTERNATIONAL COMMUNITY NOW .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information please check &lt;a href="http://asp.african-institute.org/hard_to.asp"&gt;http://asp.african-institute.org/hard_to.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-6258390730637352614?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/6258390730637352614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-you-heard-of-lado-no-how-about.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/6258390730637352614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/6258390730637352614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-you-heard-of-lado-no-how-about.html' title='Have you heard of LADO? ....... NO? How about SUDAN?'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-7840681401457866611</id><published>2007-02-09T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T12:29:03.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up call for justice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE, READ!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;William Lynch Speech &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;is a text of unknown origin which purports to be an address given to an audience on the bank of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="James River (Virginia)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_River_%28Virginia%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;James River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Virginia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1712" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1712"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1712&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; regarding control of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Slavery" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slavery"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;slaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; within the colony. The speaker, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;William Lynch&lt;/span&gt; is said to have been a slaveowner in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="West Indies" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Indies"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;West Indies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;, summoned to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Virginia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1712" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1712"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1712&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gentlemen, I greet you here on the bank of the James River in the year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and twelve. First, I shall thank you, the gentlemen of the Colony of Virginia, for bringing me here. I am here to help you solve some of your problems with slaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your invitation reached me on my modest plantation in the West Indies where I have experimented with some of the newest and still the oldest methods for control of slaves. Ancient Rome would envy us if my program is implemented. As our boat sailed south on the James River, named for our illustrious King, whose version of the Bible we cherish, I saw enough to know that your problem is not unique. While Rome used cords of wood as crosses for standing human bodies along its old highways in great numbers you are here using the tree and the rope on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a whiff of a dead slave hanging from a tree a couple of miles back. You are not only losing valuable stock by hangings, you are having uprisings, slaves are running away, your crops are sometimes left in the fields too long for maximum profit, you suffer occasional fires, your animals are killed. Gentlemen, you know what your problems are; I do not need to elaborate. I am not here to enumerate your problems, I am here to introduce you to a method of solving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my bag here, I have a fool proof method for controlling your Black slaves. I guarantee everyone of you that if installed correctly it will control the slaves for at least 300 years. My method is simple. Any member of your family or your overseer can use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have outlined a number of differences among the slaves; and I take these differences and make them bigger. I use fear, distrust, and envy for control purposes. These methods have worked on my modest plantation in the West Indies and it will work throughout the South. Take this simple little list of differences, and think about them. On top of my list is "Age", the second is "Color" or shade, there is intelligence, size, sex, size of plantations, status on plantation, attitude of owners, whether the slaves live in the valley, on a hill, East, West, North, South, have fine hair or coarse hair, or is tall or short. Now that you have a list of differences, I shall give you an outline of action- but before that I shall assure you that distrust is stronger than adulation; respect or admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black slave after receiving this indoctrination shall carry on and will become self re-fueling and self-generating for hundreds of years, maybe thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget you must pitch the old Black vs. the young Black male, and the young Black male against the old Black male. You must use the dark skin slave vs. the light skin slaves and the light skin slaves vs. the dark skin slaves. You must use the female vs. the male, and the male vs. the female. You must also have your White servants and overseers distrust all Blacks, but it is necessary that your slaves trust and depend on us. They must love, respect, and trust only us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen, these Kits are your Keys to control. Use them. Have your wives and children use them, never miss opportunity. If used intensely for one year, the slaves themselves will remain perpetually distrustful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, gentlemen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-7840681401457866611?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/7840681401457866611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2007/02/wake-up-call-for-justice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/7840681401457866611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/7840681401457866611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2007/02/wake-up-call-for-justice.html' title='Wake up call for justice!'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-116136490006885496</id><published>2006-10-20T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:50:00.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleased to Meet Ya - MY NAME IS TARA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/1600/TARA%20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/320/TARA%20.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-116136490006885496?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/116136490006885496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/116136490006885496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/116136490006885496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='Pleased to Meet Ya - MY NAME IS TARA.'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-115818035389750565</id><published>2006-09-13T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T16:45:53.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Fun with His Majesty Van Gogh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/1600/van%20gogh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/320/van%20gogh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Van Gogh's Relatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Here are several of Vincent van Gogh's lesser-known relatives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The grandfather who moved to Yugoslavia&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; U. Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The brother who accidentally bleached all his clothes white&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; Hue Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The real obnoxious brother&lt;/em&gt; --&gt;Please Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The brother who ate prunes&lt;/em&gt; --&gt;Gotta Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The uncle who worked at a convenience store&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; Stop N. Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His dizzy aunt&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; Verti Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cousin who moved to Illinois&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; Chica Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His magician uncle&lt;/em&gt; --&gt;Wherediddy Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cousin who lived in Mexico&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; Amee Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and who also had a relative North of the Border&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; Grin Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The nephew that drove a stage coach&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; Wells Far Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The uncle who was constipated&lt;/em&gt; --&gt;Cant Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The aunt who loved ballroom dancing&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; Tan Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His ornithologist uncle&lt;/em&gt; --&gt;Flamin Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His cousin who loved tropical fruits&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; Mang Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he had an aunt who taught the power of positive thinking&lt;/em&gt;--&gt; Way To Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His bouncy young nephew&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; Poe Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His Disco-loving sister&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; Go Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And his niece, who's been traveling the U.S. in a van&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; Winnie Bay Gogh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:o)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-115818035389750565?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/115818035389750565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/09/having-fun-with-his-majesty-van-gogh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/115818035389750565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/115818035389750565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/09/having-fun-with-his-majesty-van-gogh.html' title='Having Fun with His Majesty Van Gogh'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-115758838293631491</id><published>2006-09-06T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:19:42.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A close encounter with Her Majesty – Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/1600/58200002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/320/58200002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence never has something to do with being tall enough, or being big enough, or any other form of appearance, which would portrait oneself as being "confident". Confidence comes in different shapes and sizes. Confidence is a belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Confidence” according to Webster Dictionary is “a belief in oneself and one's powers or abilities; self-confidence; self-reliance; assurance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this lady – my boss. She is of a tiny statuesque, about 5’4”. She said that she used to dance ballet during her childhood years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is sweet, caring, friendly, and very much unthreatening to anyone who gets to know her better, but to a stranger, introduced to her for the very first time, she is a complete confidence in the flesh: without fear, self-assured, stern, and authoritative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she says: “Hello. How are you?” The way she shakes your hand. This little woman in a blink of your eye magnifies in a size equal to Hercules’s strength, Shack’s height, and Kennedy’s will power. Despite all the differences: cultural (I am of Eastern European decent, she is Russian Jew), religious, societal (she is already a well-founded dentist and I am a full-time secretary struggling through school in a quest to get an accounting degree), today I have realized what have attracted me to this woman for the longest time: Her Confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time I failed to differentiate a confidence from an ambition. I am ambitious, but confident. Today is a day when I make a first step to a journey of a "confident woman" – my journey. The lesson I have learnt is amazing in its simplicity: the voice, the posture, the turn of your head, the strength of your handshake, the depth of your eyes, the sternness of your step – everything should portrait a presence of a confident woman. It is not in the way you look, it is a mindset. It is new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes on "Confidence" I have stumbled on, browsing the internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It aren’t what they call you, it's what you answer to. ~W.C. Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you hear a voice within you say "you cannot paint," then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced. ~Vincent Van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am convinced all of humanity is born with more gifts than we know. Most are born geniuses and just get de-geniused rapidly. ~Buckminster Fuller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Argue for your limitations and, sure enough, they're yours. ~Richard Bach, Illusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing splendid has ever been achieved except by those who dared believe that something inside of them was superior to circumstance. ~Bruce Barton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aerodynamically the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesn't know that so it goes on flying anyway. ~Mary Kay Ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-115758838293631491?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/115758838293631491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/09/close-encounter-with-her-majesty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/115758838293631491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/115758838293631491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/09/close-encounter-with-her-majesty.html' title='A close encounter with Her Majesty – Confidence'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-115574638378973612</id><published>2006-08-16T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T12:39:43.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AIDS Awareness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/1600/aids_250x250-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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I would like to make a correction - life is like a zebra. There goes white strip, there goes black strip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a white strip happens, and surprizingly, we are complitely "chargeless" when it comes to when it comes :), we are happy, joyfull, lalalala, and ect. Enjoying the life to the fullest, so to speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, as soon as the black strip comes, we are becoming ill with something that accounts as the one of the most popular illness in US - depression. We become aggitated, agrivated, mad, sad, weak, ..... all the uncomfortabilities you could think of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because the time for the black strip has come and we are not completely aware of it. Only if people could remind themselves that life is a zebra, a majority of the psychologists, physiologists, and pharmasists could possibly loss their jobs, because we will be prepared for the black strip and as a result would not be shock by it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is the most incredible thing that could happen to us, so why not we stop to complain that start living it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-115046310436918614?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/115046310436918614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-zebra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/115046310436918614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/115046310436918614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-zebra.html' title='Life = Zebra'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-114744291820346291</id><published>2006-05-12T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:31:58.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How did 19th Century People Behave?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Very Impolite Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Loud and boisterous laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading when others are talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading aloud in company without being asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking when others are reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spitting about the house, smoking or chewing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting your fingernails in company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a church before public worship is closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispering or laughing in the house of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing rudely at strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a stranger without a seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want of respect and reverence for seniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correcting older persons than yourself, especially parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving a present without an expression of gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making yourself the hero of your own story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at the mistakes of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking of all others in company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commencing to eat as soon as you get to the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In not listening to what one is saying in company - unless you desire to show open contempt for the speaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking while one is singing or playing on the piano or other instrument - a direct insult to the performer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stormpages.com/myparlour/etiquette.htm"&gt;http://www.stormpages.com/myparlour/etiquette.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-114744291820346291?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/114744291820346291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-did-19th-century-people-behave.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114744291820346291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114744291820346291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-did-19th-century-people-behave.html' title='How did 19th Century People Behave?'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-114735630487781140</id><published>2006-05-11T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:05:04.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green tea no-no</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FDA concludes there is no credible evidence to support qualified health claims for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;green tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;green tea extract&lt;/span&gt; and a reduction of a number of risk factors associated with CVD (cardiovascular disease)....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again FDA is playing tricky games with our minds. It is not a surprise that what is good for you today can turn very bad for you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minds of American are so brain-washed that we do not really know what is what anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we run to our physicians, chiropractors, specialists of all shapes and colors, even to the psychics just to confuse ourselves even more. Coffee is good for you, coffee is bad for you, sugar diet will shred those pounds in no time, protin diet .............. it goes on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lost ourselves in the midst of high-tech advertisements so much we completely forgot our mother - &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-114735630487781140?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/114735630487781140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/05/green-tea-no-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114735630487781140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114735630487781140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/05/green-tea-no-no.html' title='Green tea no-no'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-114722024098470324</id><published>2006-05-09T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:37:03.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 30 and FABULOUS (still) ....</title><content type='html'>In a little bit and another 4 month I will turn 30 ........ another phase of a woman's life will begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is absolutely wonderful to step into a part of your life where coincide the future beginnings and the past ends of one woman's dreams and plans. There are many changes ahead, positive and negative, but essentially welcomed if not by human will but always by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The changes I am talking about begin with the physical: the SLOW DOWN of your metabolism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told about it for so long and by so many woman, but could never believe it. The syndrome of "it can happen to you but it will never happen to me" was always kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, to my amazement, the slow down kicked in 4 month before time. Does anybody remember the times when in your 20's it only took one or two days of "no eating" diet and those unwanted pounds were of the body in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not any more! I am about to be 30 and am fighting a fight of a life time to get rid of those unwanted 10 pounds. I have being going to the gym since February of 06, but believe me - and I admit I look darn good in the mirror - it is a HARD WORK to stay in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a crazy diet, hours of exhausting exercises, and great determinacy to be able not to side track. Mind you, there are so many temptations out there in a form of a chunk of a dark chocolate, or a slice of cheese dripping pizza, or pretty much anything that tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know: "what tastes good in never good for you" :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Another change comes in a psychological form: F pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-114722024098470324?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/114722024098470324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/05/almost-30-and-fabulous-still.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114722024098470324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114722024098470324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/05/almost-30-and-fabulous-still.html' title='Almost 30 and FABULOUS (still) ....'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-114675116463818387</id><published>2006-05-04T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:35:47.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe Darfur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.savedarfur.org/rally/photos/"&gt;http://www.savedarfur.org/rally/photos/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-114675116463818387?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/114675116463818387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/05/safe-darfur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114675116463818387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114675116463818387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/05/safe-darfur.html' title='Safe Darfur'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-114650946876771571</id><published>2006-05-01T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:35:08.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIBECA FILM FESTIVAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/1600/3908.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/320/3908.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey to the End of the Night...............(HIGHLY RECOMMENDED).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a scene halfway into Eric Eason's sophomore film, powerful club-owner Rosso (Scott Glenn) visits a blind fortune-teller and asks whether his wife really loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the soothsayer can respond, Rosso's wife (Catalina Sandino Moreno) calls on his cell phone, sounding frazzled. As he rushes to leave, club bouncer Rodrigo waits outside, ready to report on Rosso's every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a sample of the madness and paranoia that permeates "Journey to the End of the Night", a gritty thriller set on the sex-for-sale streets of São Paolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosso and his sadistic son Paul (Brendan Fraser) are plotting separately to use money from a stolen suitcase of cocaine as their ticket out of Brazil. To ensure that the deal is a success, Rosso recruits Nigerian dishwasher Wemba (Mos Def) as the drug mule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when Wemba suddenly vanishes, Paul goes on a warpath that involves a transgender hooker and the fortune-teller's dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With flashback sequences, slow-motion cutaways, missed encounters, and characters weaving in and out of one another's lives like schools of fish, the film is reminiscent of Hong Kong triad films like Johnny To's PTU and Andy Lau's Infernal Affairs trilogy. Eason (winner of the 2002 TFF Emerging Filmmaker Award) follows up his acclaimed feature Manito (screening in TFF's +5 Retrospective) with this explosive second film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also starring Oscar-nominee Catalina Sandino Moreno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-114650946876771571?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/114650946876771571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/05/tribeca-film-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114650946876771571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114650946876771571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/05/tribeca-film-festival.html' title='TRIBECA FILM FESTIVAL'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-114539469682358777</id><published>2006-04-18T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:32:59.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is The Mightiest?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/1600/DSC01449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/320/DSC01449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One will begin to question his or her own level of esteem when is confronted on daily bases with the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such has being happening lately to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my best friend - Mighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best fiends are known to be there for you "in rich and in poor, in sickness and in health"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-114539469682358777?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/114539469682358777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-is-mightiest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114539469682358777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114539469682358777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-is-mightiest.html' title='Who is The Mightiest?'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-114539427441075957</id><published>2006-04-18T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:31:56.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus and His Apostles ..... on the Brooklyn Roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/1600/ts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/320/ts1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is such an incredible thing that even though we-people are all created in such as way that one is never like another one, the similarities in our beings are to be found everywhere at every time .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember a story of Jesus and His disciples when they were sitting down, having food, and conversating? .....&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you are not a Christian, I will give you a little insight of that story. Jesus, a son of God, was a great teacher and healer and a truly spiritual person who had a crue of 12 desiples whom he tought his wisdom and walked around teaching and healing other peoplpe. At the rest time he would sit in a circle and have bread and wine conversating with his deciples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the story has repeated itself last Saturday on the roof of one of the three-store houses in the midst of Bushwick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-114539427441075957?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/114539427441075957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/04/jesus-and-his-apostles-on-brooklyn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114539427441075957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114539427441075957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/04/jesus-and-his-apostles-on-brooklyn.html' title='Jesus and His Apostles ..... on the Brooklyn Roof'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-114002330512580792</id><published>2006-02-15T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:24:31.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect unexpected ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O. - How is your day going?&lt;br /&gt;C. - Well. Yours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O. - Well. ...............Do you know what makes me happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C. - No. Tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O. - I realized that the blue sky makes me very happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a sun, or a moon, or stars. Simply a blue sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you know what else I realized? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That it is very important to surround your life with things that make you very happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simple things .... like a flower that when you look at it puts a smile on your face, like a picture that takes your breath away...... all those little simple things. I trulyly believe that life is beautiful, and I also believe that we - people - make such a beautiful, a fragile, a wonderful life so difficult. We lie, we envy, we betray each other, we expect ....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EXPECTATIONS. ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are they? Expectations are the anticipations of something to happen which are dependable on the ability of another human to make it happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expectations are thoughts about an action or a situation to happen based on an another human choice of action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do we really know what another human being is going to do or to think? The answer is obvious - NO. Then, why in the whole world we are wasting our own PRECIOUS time contemplating about something we COMPLETELY have no control of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think about it.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-114002330512580792?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/114002330512580792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/02/expect-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114002330512580792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/114002330512580792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/02/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect unexpected ...'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22304903.post-113996313155195864</id><published>2006-02-14T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:21:20.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Dilema.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/1600/valentine5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2901/2268/320/valentine5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine’s Day, everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me why do we seem so obsessed with celebrating a day that should be celebrated every day in a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not get me wrong - I am not a pragmatic, I love to celebrate holidays ......hold up ...... I do celebrate holidays, but my holidays come without a schedule: getting presents for my close ones at any day of the year, buying flowers because I feel like it, not because it is a "holiday", ... things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes complain that their life becomes boring&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; monotonous, and they are waiting for that one holiday to spice their life up a little, but they sometimes forget that we are in control of our own life, that we can make it - our life - exciting and lifely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just need to forget the dates which the holidays are assigned to us and start selebrating the holiday every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22304903-113996313155195864?l=rizhik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/feeds/113996313155195864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-dilema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/113996313155195864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22304903/posts/default/113996313155195864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rizhik.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-dilema.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Dilema.'/><author><name>Ola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069318834200747922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNTPYSz2QJY/SX9WB1CpTdI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZ0r3Fn4a6w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
