So far, matchmaking is slick, the servers are stable and you get that added thrill of destroying a real -
life human being somewhere on the other side of a broadband cable.
Not exact matches
It has
been estimated that in less than the past 100 years, governments under the banner of communism have caused the death of
somewhere between 40,472,000 to 259,432,000
human lives.
Clearly this activity will
be taking place
somewhere, because
human existence
is too problematic for people to stop searching for ideas and ways of
living that will make everyday
life meaningful.
As Americans in a pluralistic society, however, we must create a milieu for moral decision - making that
is somewhere between value conferred by intention or relation alone, and the abstract mystical fetishism that deifies the substance of
human life in and of itself.
Somewhere in the world, there
is a graphic tee that perfectly sums up your
life outlook — and it
is probably at
HUMAN.
NOW WE CLEARLY UNDERSTAND THE EXTENT OF DEMENTIA IN AMERICA Dale Benjamin Drakeford 8-31-12 When Clint Eastwood, a self - proclaimed «conservative» (who has
lived more like a Joseph Smith liberal spurning nine children with four different women, sporting a clinch fisted personae in his private exenterates over public exhibitions) talks vulgar to an empty chair, Marco Rubio (a small government advocate who loss his roots
somewhere between caffeine - free tea and a caffeine rich Cuban cigar) slips Freudian to advocate «large government» in a failed attempt to wax brilliant but came off bane (pun intended) to the capitalization of the nation, Paul Ryan can lie and demonize his role against the truth until his nose
is a foot long and not one member of his audience will notice, and Mitt Romney can anecdote on his personal family, business and church goings on as oppose to his solutions for unemployment, banking corruption, housing displacement, militarism, planetary illness and international
human rights unrest, we can clearly understand the extent of dementia in America.
Brooks: In addition to precursor missions, the most astounding thing for us as
humans will
be if we discover
life somewhere else.
«We think there
are potential cures or ways to improve or save
human lives that may
be buried away in a PDF
somewhere.»
We all do this
somewhere in our
lives, because we
are perfectly imperfect
human beings.
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Because, unless you cloister yourself away from other
human beings and
live off the land, you still need to buy something
somewhere eventually.
Another St. Bernard, Barry,
was famous for saving
somewhere between 40 and 100
human lives in the mountains.
Personally, with rare exception, we only travel to
somewhere where we already have a real
human connection with someone who
's excited to show us where they
live.
A quiet settlement
somewhere far away from the monsters (both
human and undead), where she can
live in peace and try to process the shocking events she
's experienced over the course of her short
life (which, on my file, includes eating
human flesh.
, you
are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to
be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all
is animated and all
is alive somehow, and here
are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they
are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants
is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I
'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and
are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles
were somewhere else before they
were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have
been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past
was just five seconds ago, one second ago
was already the past, and
human memory
is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all
live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they
are always in the Present, and their past
is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they
are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing
was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything
was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you
're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there
is nothing magical about that, it
is just the way things
are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music
is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that
are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that
are truly horizontal as everything around us
is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for
life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,
In his first New York City exhibition in 2009, titled The TV Show, PEET organized the concept around characters he coined «The Luxury Leaders» and «The Resistants» — symbolic metaphors for white - collar corporate America versus the anti-materialist, subcultural underbelly.3 Considering these fragmented story lines of rebellion and subversion, alongside the fact that the artist
is sometimes positioned
somewhere nearby covertly broadcasting an element of
live feed into the gallery space, somehow it doesn't seem a stretch to imagine a grinning PEET tucked away in a dingy basement making
human lard soap, à la Brad Pitt's nihilistic Tyler Durden from the 1999 film Fight Club.
Looking at these circular structures on a wall, the loudest sound in the orchestra
is only a distant memory, the rhythms floating
somewhere in the past; now the worn scuffs imbue peace and tranquility, an Agnes Martin for the Millennium, windows of
human life and expression.
And nobody will need to tell them that their
lives are fraught, difficult and dangerous — just as no - one needs to tell the climate refugee children who today
are dying of starvation and disease; rotting in refugee camps as prey for radicalizing terrorist recruiters,
human traffickers, or sexual predators; or just drowning quietly
somewhere in the Mediterranean.
But I think fertilizing vast sterile ocean with iron and creating more food for ocean
life [and consequently more food from
humans]
is a better way to go - you using CO2 for a good purpose rather just storing
somewhere - and storing CO2 in gas / ice form has some possibility
being suddenly released some way, whereas CO2 in skeleton of tiny creatures most likely ends up as limestone.
We
are probably now
somewhere near the hottest climate
humans have ever
lived in (mainly because we
are in an interglacial), so anything much warmer
is uncharted territory.
I could even say that «best science» tells me there has to
be life on another planet
somewhere, that statistically it
is obvious that at least one planet has intelligent
life that has
been around longer than we
humans, ergo an extraterrestrial invasion
is certain and could well occur imminently.
I
'm guessing that
somewhere about 25,000 years ago
humans first arrived on the shore of the Arctic Sea and started
living there.....
Somewhere in that
life insurance policy must
be something written so small and obscurely that it can never
be found by a mere
human that excludes my family from
being paid no matter how I die.