The fact that it has a negative connotation from women's point of view does not make it sexist. Crikey, it could even be true!
Are (perceived) minorities now completely unable to receive criticism without diving for the hiding place of 'sexism' and 'racism'?
Follow cookiegamemusic, Al Jazeera, 50 Cent and others on SoundCloud.
We previously reported that lysine is synthesized through the alpha-aminoadipate pathway in Thermus thermophilus HB27 (T. Kosuge and T. Hoshino, FEMS Microbiol. Lett., 169, 361-367, 1998), which was the first report demonstrating the synthesis of lysine through the alpha-aminoadipate pathway in Bacteria. LYS20 and LYS4, which respectively encode homocitrate synthase and homoaconitate hydratase have already been identified as the lysine biosynthetic genes in T. thermophilus HB27. In the present work, we examined eight other Thermus strains for the existence of genes belonging to the alpha-aminoadipate pathway. BamHI- or BglII-digested total DNAs from the eight strains were analyzed by Southern hybridization using LYS20 or LYS4 as a DNA probe. DNA fragments that hybridized with one or both of the genes were detected in seven of the Thermus strains but not in T. ruber. The sizes of the fragments that hybridized with the LYS20 and LYS4 probes were the same among T. thermophilus HB27, T. thermophilus HB8, "T. caldophilus" GK24, and four "T. flavus" strains. For example, a similar 4.3-kb fragment was detected in each of the above seven strains. In this fragment, four open reading frames were found downstream of the LYS4 gene in T. thermophilus HB27. Gene disruption experiments revealed that three open reading frames are involved in lysine biosynthesis in T. thermophilus HB27. These results strongly suggest that the lysine biosynthetic gene cluster for the alpha-aminoadipate pathway is widely distributed in the genus Thermus.
supercell - [さよならメモリーズ #02] 教えてあげる
Dans les cafés voisins nous étions quelques-uns qui attendions la gloire et bien que miséreux avec le ventre creux .
Thomas Bangalter and Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
you are so stupid and you know you wanna fuck JB! All girls are wishing they were with him and guys are jealous of him bc of the girls he gets. dumbfuck
你還是這麼爛。
you think that computer music is better ? you are stupid !metal is soo much better! but you dont understand what music is !to press one button on a computer and to play a sick beat is not music...to make this shit what you call music takes a few minutes...but to play a instrumen takes years of practice...and not just a fucking sick beat that you call a song,and you listen to it 2,3 times and you get sick of it...but when ypu listen to metal thats not gonna happend ! i can listen to that song my whole life and still i`m gonna think the same over (great,cool and good song !)
Luis Ricardo Falero
Right now, I'm sitting in medieval clothing and a mail coif. Alot of my time I am outside in our land, sleeping and living the medieval life style.
this book is kinda like the bible except better and probably more important
There was once a wise young man who tried all kinds of implements to tend his garden – spades, hoes, rakes, and much, much more – and found them all lacking. Well, there was an ancient rusty shovel in his shed that would fit him just right, except it missed the most part of the handle and could not be easily repaired. The young man then put all his skills to the task of re-creating an old shovel, while secretly smirking on his neighbours who all used the much inferior implements. To do this right he needed first to produce an identical alloy for the blade, to forge it just right, to grind it just right (the whetstone also needed to be produced somehow), to find the right tree for the handle’s wood, and many, many more things that ought to be done just right.
Finally he had his shovel made. He took it in his hands, plunged the blade in the ground, put his foot on it, and died of old age with a happy smile on his lips.
Decades later a wise young man looking for an implement to tend his garden found an ancient rusty shovel in his shed.
01001000011001010110110001101100011011110010000001001001001000000110000101101101
00100000011011000111010101100011011010110111100100100000011101000110111101101110
0110100101100111011010000111010000100001
I’ve reached the point in my programming career were I’ve found nothing at all meets my standard of elegance – sadly, not even Symbolics Genera.
I’ve had to completely turn my back on all “hardware” based programming and retreat to the sanctity of my internal vision.
I not longer “write” programs in a traditional sense at all. Through deep focus and a body quieted in the lotus position, I am able to orchestrate what I call “lambdas of the mind”. The output cannot be understood by most people; in fact, some might refer to it as “speaking in tongues”.
At times I reach such a state of grace that the only way an external agency could detect any internal activity is when my bald head turns a bright shade of red. The Greek letter “lambda” that I have tattooed in white on my forehead is then brought into a stark but sublime relief.
Frankly, these men are heroes. They are literally warriors of God. And anyone who insults them is an asshole.
Johnson paused before answering. He looked outside at the black helicopter. The pilot had seen him now; in his helmet and visor he appeared strangely insectile as he regarded Johnson patiently. I noticed the booms extending from the sides of the helicopter, where standardized weapons pods could be attached. “Patrick, old buddy,” said Johnson playfully, “Back in high school people said you were smart, but I never thought you had an ounce of sense in your head. Listen: our charter is to protect the people of the United States of America by containing epidemics and eliminating disease. We have many… tools… at our disposal. Why don't you take a break for a while? Go someplace where people don't use Emacs. Where they never heard of Emacs. Don't take it with you. Go to Hawaii ― better yet ― go to Redmond. Okay?” He punched my shoulder, smiling. I winced.
Then he strode out onto the tarmac, giving a thumbs-up to the pilot, who spun up the turbines. There was almost no noise. I didn't wait to watch them take off.
Your Amazon.com order of "14 inch Carbon Steel Hand..." has shipped!
Malaysian villagers rely on 'Naughty Radio Station'
myname = gets()
puts "Well, hello there " + myname + "."
young women dressed in miko attire
(bandit)
ノースリーブス
Hehe Definitely a "ginger" I'd go for (yes, all gay inferences implied") but I very much doubt he ever worked on The Simpsons then again both he and the show have grown enough that it is remotely possible.
sesquipedalian
a deep chronic sense or state of insecurity and dissatisfaction arising from unresolved problems or unfulfilled needs
heinous
(つω-｀)
There’s like an 80% chance that you’re not triggered, you’re just upset and appropriating a genuinely troubling psychological reaction to an actual mental disorder because you’re a bit of a histrionic asshat.
"nuclear menopause"
Hello that music band sounds so interesting, what kind of music do they play??? I think I have heard about them, I am huge fan of classic rock and also the current rock, I like alternative and grunge music.
One night, a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand. One belonged to him, and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand, and he noticed that many times along the path of his life, there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of his life. This really bothered him, and he questioned the Lord about it: "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you would walk with me all the way. Yet I have noticed during the most troublesome times of my life, there's only one set of footprints. I don't understand why, when I needed you most, you would leave me."
The Lord replied: "My precious precious child, I love you, and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, that must have been when I was appearing on...
Junior Kickstart..."
ok go now
give
>live in Tolerance Zone #65
>be nu-trans fourth trimester transsensual Angst Profile ZETA-8 genderqueer pseudo-dyke reformed lesbiophilic heteromollusc
>see cis white male at the zoo
>ask "mommies, what's that?"
>they don't know
>Genderless Polyamorous Parental Unit #2 takes me into a Safe Zone and engages the Feelings Shield
>tells me that it is a monster from the beforetime
>tells me not to be scared, because the monsters' BARACK OBAMAocracy was smashed by the forces of the LBJQGTA5 Coalition in the Patriarchy Wars
>start to cry
>s/he opens his and/or her rainbow mesh vest and retrieves an estrogen pill to cheer me up
>feeling the calming femininity wash over me
>s/he tells me that the monsters aren't allowed to hurt anyone anymore, only to work, to support our glorious society
>throw Privilege Peanuts at him
>everyone laughs
>take some soma
>go home and read some consensus-approved feelings-safe literature
Sorry to bring this up again but pedantry should not be defeated by an initial rebuttal. I’ve listened to 45-50 seconds in an unreasonable amount of times and it is a definite ‘be’ sound after ‘there’, which is actually ‘their’ not ‘there’.
It is definitely ‘I know that they don’t know their board. I propose….’ It makes much more sense than ‘ I know that they don’t know, therefore I propose…..’. If it was the latter then, strictly speaking, the sentence needs a demonstrative pronoun. It should be ‘ I know that they don’t know that, therefore I propose…..’ which it obviously isn’t.
However, even allowing for incorrect usage I will still argue for ‘I know that they don’t know their board’, on the grounds that it is a really well crafted line. ‘He knows his board’ was a comment muttered with grudging respect during my short lived career on a pub darts team in the mid 80s. Never unfortunately delivered in my direction. A darts player who ‘knows his board’ knows all of his ‘outs’ (eg. 101 can be achieved with a checkout of Triple 17 and Bull). It therefore fits the theme of the verse which is that in Soap Opera darts ‘cheers are raised for the bull’ for no reason other than the participant has managed to hit the exact centre of the board, rather than realising that there might be some significance in that event in terms of the game. In other words he doesn’t know his board as he hasn’t realised that the bull is in fact ‘a double and an out’. The spectators are merely cheering the fact that he has hit the smallest target on the board.
This time the police dealt with them quite effectively. As a native, I can see exactly what the police were doing in the video:
They first herded them together, then drove them up the Pike/Pine corridor to Capitol Hill – the city’s most liberal neighborhood – with flash bang grenades and pepper gas. Once there, the mob predictably trashed the neighborhood that gives them the most political support. I saw crestfallen SWPL liberals on TV last night asking “why would they smash things up like this? We support them!” In the meanwhile, the cops were smirking in the background, barely able to contain their laughter.
haha, unique lyrics, are there lyrics that are not unique... ohhhh your here for the hate brigade... well then... please do not hate. its okay to hate bad things, however you should not act out in your anger, if you are angry its okay to express it but it CAN hurt peoples feelings. if your objective is to hurt peoples feelings i think that is bad. if your objective is to entertain us then... well... i hope you don't get banned (unless your really unreasonable) there is a rule against raging and your educated arguments are interesting and you are in an altered state, perhaps, that encompasses constructive critisizm. hmmm... should i utilize your state? i could have you critisize me while i explain things that i want critisized, can you find my world of warcraft post and... oh wait your in the music section, i thought you were in my post about not finding my post... if you read all this you must be educated, and have many complex formulas in your mind. hmmm... back on topic.... i want OHHH you gave me something to chose from... okay mr. or mrs. on the hate bridage... im going to look both these up and decide, although i dont know what complex is, im going to listen to a complex song and try to evaluate it and see what it consists of, oh ill look up the definition and see if it is sufficient. while your on the hate brigade... do people dislike it when i use to many complex sentences... do i need to be blunt... heh ;) ohhh im going off topic, i hope you don't mind, i do that ALOT (spelled wrong deliberately [and i just fixed a common typo {and then i fixed a missing apostrophe (i ran out of parenthesis so i went back to the first one, you can see what order im using them in, this is a common order, perhaps)}]) well even though your hear on the hate brigade i like interacting with you... i love people... and yeah... i will post this now instead of typing FOR YEARS (which i could do presumably)
geil
-fheinous-gnu-extensions
愛原圭織
Read This Book
Take the long path while in a hurry
Out in the West Tatooine town of Mos Eisley
I fell in love with an Alderaan girl
To quote the great man himself, "It's Erection Time"
畢桳栠摩琠敨映捡獴
Was at antique places
Snorkelling in Jellyfish Lake, Palau.
Confused about your piano fingering? Then leave it all to us!
Have your piano pieces carefully fingered by experienced concert pianists!
Ideal for piano students and professionals of all ages and levels!
Five seconds of eternity go by. At last he looks up and realizes I've been waiting for him. "Hi," he says sheepishly.
"HI!" I yell.
The end.
Yep. The “toilet seat” rule. The key to attracting the attention of hot chicks is to look at her with the exact expression as you do a slightly dirty toilet seat.
'm forcing myself not to listen to that album till mid June
Jōkoku-ji Temple
急がば回れ
with a mischievous grin
¨°º¤ø„¸GOD BLESS CROATIA¸„ø¤º°¨
Jillian O'keeffe
“See? No dining room. No assholes. I told you it would be OK…”
1111111111111111111111111
1000000000001000000000001
1011110111101011110111101
1010010100101010010100101
1011110111101011110111101
1000000000000000000000001
1011110100111110010111101
1000000100001000010000001
1111110100001000010111111
0000010111100011110100000
0000010100000000010100000
1111110101110111010111111
1000000001000001000000001
1111110101000001010111111
0000010101111111010100000
0000010100000000010100000
1111110101111111010111111
1000000000001000000000001
1011110111101011110111101
1000010000000000000100001
1111010101111111010101111
1000000100001000010000001
1011111111101011111111101
1000000000000000000000001
1111111111111111111111111
>>829
ttp://mchenrycountyblog.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Sullivan-Sully-gun-straddling1.png
ttp://mattsko.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/batman-phallus.jpg
ttp://image.noelshack.com/fichiers/2012/22/1338372121-marinanglaissuruncanon.jpg
ttp://www.corbisimages.com/stock-photo/rights-managed/U27313INP/sailor-sitting-on-guns
www.ask.com/question/how-do-i-make-ketamine-from-rose-water
我が闘争
english is a language architected for commerce [it has its origins in phoenician trade and commerce] and is best suited for dealing with inventories of disconnected commodities. politics is the art of using such a language to organize the social dynamic.
Origin of Mathematical Physics. Let us go further and study more closely the conditions which have assisted the development of mathematical physics. We recognise at the outset the efforts of men of science have always tended to resolve the complex phenomenon given directly by experiment into a very large number of elementary phenomena, and that in three different ways.
First, with respect to time. Instead of embracing in its entirety the progressive development of a phenomenon, we simply try to connect each moment with the one immediately preceding. We admit that the present state of the world only depends on the immediate past, without being directly influenced, so to speak, by the recollection of a more distant past. Thanks to this postulate, instead of studying directly the whole succession of phenomena, we may confine ourselves to writing down its differential equation; for the laws of Kepler we substitute the laws of Newton.
“And if you will indeed obey my commandments that I command you today, to love the LORD your God, and to serve him with all your heart and with all your soul
Kil, titles being "Luna Tower" (genre: "Christian Rap") and "Queen of Lunarians?"
After this section, the song explodes into a heavy hitting breakdown, ending with some of the most melodic guitar riffs I’ve ever heard.
A Letter from Kuyuk Khan to Pope Innocent IV
By the power of the Eternal Heaven, we are the all-embracing Khan of all the Great Nations. It is our command:
This is a decree, sent to the great Pope that he may know and pay heed.
After holding counsel with the monarchs under your suzerainty, you have sent us an offer of subordination which we have accepted from the hands of your envoy.
If you should act up to your word, then you, the great Pope, should come in person with the monarchs to pay us homage and we should thereupon instruct you concerning the commands of the Yasak.
Furthermore, you have said it would be well for us to become Christians. You write to me in person about this matter, and have addressed to me a request. This, your request, we cannot understand.
Furthermore, you have written me these words: "You have attacked all the territories of the Magyars and other Christians, at which I am astonished. Tell me, what was their crime?" These, your words, we likewise cannot understand. Chinggis Khan and Ogatai Khakan revealed the commands of Heaven. But those whom you name would not believe the commands of Heaven. Those of whom you speak showed themselves highly presumptuous and slew our envoys. Therefore, in accordance with the commands of the Eternal Heaven, the inhabitants of the aforesaid countries have been slain and annihilated. If not by the command of Heaven, how can anyone slay or conquer out of his own strength?
And when you say: "I am a Christian. I pray to God. I arraign and despise others," how do you know who is pleasing to God and to whom He allots His grace? How can you know it, that you speak such words?
Thanks to the power of the Eternal Heaven, all lands have been given to us from sunrise to sunset. How could anyone act other than in accordance with the commands of Heaven? Now your own upright heart must tell you: "We will become subject to you, and will place our powers at your disposal." You in person, at the head of the monarchs, all of you, without exception, must come to tender us service and pay us homage; then only will we recognize your submission. But if you do not obey the commands of Heaven, and run counter to our orders, we shall know that you are our foe.
That is what we have to tell you. If you fail to act in accordance therewith, how can we forsee what will happen to you? Heaven alone knows.
Not strictly limited to recorded materials, the band also put out several non-audio conceptual releases - including This Is Shaking Box Music/You Are Noisemaker (a metal box containing 100 empty cassette tapes with the instructions to shake vigorously for lively sound), its sequel This Is Shaking Box Music Part 2 (a destroyed cassette copy of their Mother Fellatio EP), Art is Over, which consisted of an octopus tentacle glued inside of a cassette box, and Zero Songs, a piece of plastic in the shape of a record.
想月桜歌
Yeah, the US sure is one hell of European country. Dumbass.
finest crookery
Silly old bear.
If the harbinger of spring is the sound of a bat on a ball, then I have become the harbinger of winter, a barren and desolate spot that your bat will never hit.
As my ball strikes the padded glove, with the disgruntled furl of thirty thousand fans trudging out of the arena, watching as you throw down your bat in disgust, and mourn what can never be, know this: You will never defeat me, Pooh-Bear, not as long as you or I will live. They will never tell stories of your greatness, or herald you as the second coming of pinch hitters.
There are one hundred and eight stitches in every ball, Pooh-Bear.
How many do you think I can get in your face?
Silly old bear.
