Higiene pessoal
1. Allow the angel to reach room temperature. Then kill it. 2. Kill God. Set Him aside. 3. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. 4. Ecstatically whip, as if possessed by a storm-wind of freedom, 1-1/2 cups of excellent egg whites with 1/4 tsp. salt and 1-1/2 tsp. cream of tartar. Continue until peaks are as if raised to their own heights and given wings in a fine air, a robust air. 5. Gradually add 3/4 cup sugar, about 3 tbsp. at a time. 6. You are brilliant. 7. Now, add 1 tsp. vanilla and 1/4 tsp. almond extract, and then sift together 1-1/4 cups flour and 3/4 cup sugar. 8. Blend in God and the angel. Emboldened, add the egg mixture. 9. Gaze into the überbatter. The überbatter will gaze into you. 10. While prancing about in a frenzy of self-satisfaction and anticipation, use a rubber scraper to push the überbatter into an ungreased 10" tube pan, for it is destined to be there. 11. Bake on a lower rack until done, usually 35-40 minutes, while reciting to the upper rack a long, convoluted anecdote about your childhood. 12. Invert the tube pan over a bottle for a few hours. Then impetuously rap the pan. Shout, "Aha!" and slide a knife along the pan's insides. 13. Call what tumbles out a cake if you dare. Call it miraculous even. 14. Eat it. It is delicate, morbid, loveable, and you will die depressed, delirious, and overweight.NIETZSCHE'S
ANGEL FOOD CAKE
que foi o chá batido com frutas vermelhas que me manteve acordado até as 3h, mas foram as saudades do passado e a música calma e datada por viagens a praias no carro com a família e meu tocador de CDs que me fizeram pensar novamente ao retorno à Inglaterra no meio do próximo ano, ou no fim dele, e isso me levou a pensar em quem iria comigo. Porque 1 mês no exterior sem ninguém conhecido não me parece de todo agradável.
mas me encheram o saco agora há pouco e eu perdi o ânimo.
súbitas da Inglaterra e do clima frio-chuvoso de lá, e das ruas cheias de pessoas simpáticas e coisas inéditas...
One sunny day a rabbit came out of her hole in the ground to enjoy the fine weather. The day was so nice that she became careless and a fox sneaked up behind her and caught her.
“I am going to eat you for lunch!”, said the fox.
“Wait!” replied the rabbit, “You should at least wait a few days.”
“Oh yeah? Why should I wait?”
“Well, I am just finishing my thesis on ‘The Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves’.”
“Are you crazy? I should eat you right now! Everybody knows that a fox will always win over a rabbit.”
“Not really, not according to my research. If you like, you can come into my hole and read it for yourself. If you are not convinced, you can go ahead and have me for lunch.”
“You really are crazy!” But since the fox was curious and had nothing to lose, it went with the rabbit. The fox never came out.
A few days later the rabbit was again taking a break from writing and sure enough, a wolf came out of the bushes and was ready to set upon her.
“Wait!” yelled the rabbit, “you can’t eat me right now.”
“And why might that be, my furry appetizer?”
“I am almost finished writing my thesis on ‘The Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves’.”
The wolf laughed so hard that it almost lost its grip on the rabbit. “Maybe I shouldn’t eat you. You really are sick…in the head. You might have something contagious.”
“Come and read it for yourself. You can eat me afterward if you disagree with my conclusions.” So the wolf went down into the rabbit’s hole…and never came out.
The rabbit finished her thesis and was out celebrating in the local lettuce patch. Another rabbit came along and asked, “What’s up? You seem very happy.”
“Yup, I just finished my thesis.”
“Congratulations. What’s it about?”
“‘The Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves’.”
“Are you sure? That doesn’t sound right.”
“Oh yes. Come and read it for yourself.”
So together they went down into the rabbit’s hole. As they entered, the friend saw the typical graduate student abode, albeit a rather messy one after writing a thesis. The computer with the controversial work was in one corner. To the right there was a pile of fox bones, to the left a pile of wolf bones. And in the middle was a large, well fed lion.
The moral of the story: The title of your thesis doesn’t matter. The subject doesn’t matter. The research doesn’t matter.
All that matters is who your adviser is.
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reparem que daqui a alguns meses piadas de faculdade tomarão lugar das piadas comuns.
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espero que muitos vão ao dia nerd hoje.
Temos Banquetes Caninos.
come meus interiores e nem sei se haverá problemas no final, mas também não sei se haverá conserto...
eu até que fui bem, e física estava relativamente fácil, com exceção de uma(que eu não lembro agora) e bem interessante, pra falar a verdade.
boas músicas do mundo todo, todas grátis e segundo os direitos CreativeCommons.
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
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Unicamp extremamente cansativa e deprimente, muito aprofundada sobre todos os assuntos.
e eu preciso de algum passa-tempo para quebrar a monotonia cada vez maior desses dias cansativos de espera de resultados, estou pensando em começar a fazer uma lâmpada/lamparina movida a vento(não é muito difícil nem caro de se fazer e passa bem o tempo)
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a alguns segundos de chover, minha ignorante vizinha resolve lavar a calçada...
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mês que vem reciclo as camisetas do Einstein, farei, provavelmente, um colete(para experimentação) e bichinhos de pelúcia(talvez eu faça um cubo grande para servir de almofada).
Também quero fazer uma caixa com desenhos personalizados para armazenagem de minhas cartas de Magic e acho que vou programar um dia nerd o mais cedo possível.
Caso você leia isto sapo, eu vi na internet mais detalhes sobre cartas de anula e suspender e eu posso, sim, anular cartas com a habilidade suspender quando elas entram em jogo(após os turnos do suspender) pois neste momentos elas são mágicas como qualquer outra.
parece muito com música celta, mas é mais animada e tem cantos.
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Artista: The Crooked Fiddle Band
Música: The Butcher of Bessarabia
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Sherlock Holmes é muito bom, o professor Moriarty ainda não aparece, mas comparece. Muito provavelmente haverá continuações.
E amanhã começa a primeira parte da trilogia de quatro dias da Unicamp e eu não estou seguro.
Ainda há muito sobre o que pensar até a escolha da república e onde ir para o tiro de guerra, mas até que fique para trás, fica tudo sobre minha mente, pressionando aquilo que está em baixo, os acontecimentos atuais. A pressão é uma bosta, e acaba fodendo com algumas decisões, mas tudo que preciso fazer é sobreviver a essa sobrecarga mental sem fazer idiotices.
Ainda espero por nomes para minha futura ovelha.
Só o Dane comentou até agora, eu pondero se realmente leem meus posts.
Espero apenas que ouçam a trilha sonora deste.
No próximo postarei parte da trilha sonora do filme Sherlock Holmes
, espero, a crise que tormentou minha mente por algum tempo.
Um corpo a certa altura h possui energia potencial igual a m.g.h.
