Friday, December 17, 2010
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Title: Expression
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Spock & McCoy ( Kirk)
Warnings: Flashfic
Plot: parentheses were far apart. Each within its own closed. Sometimes there was a possibility that the events would force them to open up, which would force to share their space ...
fic I've structured the boasters of math skills that I have not XDDD
This fic definitely does not want to talk about Mathematics. This was only a means to develop a thought. I implied poetic purposes only. =)
Enjoy!
[EXPRESSION]
parentheses were far apart. Each
closed within one's own.
Sometimes there was a possibility that the events would force them to open up, which would force them to share space.
It was assumed that the connecting element, was only Jim.
A third element, interposed between two numbers proudly before his presence with the tie inside or outside those parentheses.
sometimes seemed to be no sign that he could join them, in their obstinacy stood there, still, unapproachable, but sometimes, as in the nature of all things, a sign, a gesture could change into anything, and so, that the third element in most cases was that Massino common divisor, that number only natural that in its objectivity enable them to solve the minimum, allowing them only to look at, at least to perceive and allowed as an addition Thought or allowed them to rise through these in agreement that a multiplication of a power of an 'Idea, which has two elements to share a union of purpose and understanding that brings harmony in action and share it all.
Sometimes, however, they were forced to escape to another reason.
And Kirk itself was not able to handle those fights. In their controlled turbulence
claimed the rightness of their thinking, their actions, and everything seemed to lead to anything, by contrast, was a crescendo of misunderstandings, their ideas far and increased in an exponential growth in their obstinacy were gradually moving away , depriving each other and closing in their insistence, among their various brackets, and finally closed in an expression insoluble, an impregnable fortress, each for itself, elevated by their principles.
So Jim found himself in a complex mechanism, and was often only have to open those brackets, to allow these brothers to reunite and to allow through him, in his robes of least common multiple, a sum of Consciousness, which allows multiple cores to find a happy agreement.
But sometimes the most difficult tasks were solved by necessity, and sometimes with a serenity mysterious.
They, in their peculiarities, which were proud of them and sometimes ate a bit of envy, they found relief. The force on the other drew a
, furtively. And it was a fair and constructive exchange. Their character
exponents are added together, multiplied, and sometimes the best of their people, the feelings and reason. There was no sharing
better.
And in their diversity, a communion of love.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
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Expression of Feelings of fever and feel
Title: Fever and feeling
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Spock & Jim
Warnings: One-shot
Plot: [AMOK TIME] him and his body. Subservient to his cause.
At that moment it was only the grave of his passion. The last gasp of a fault, and the birth of a new one.
anniversary of fever and feeling °
But that finding in its simplicity inevitable had squandered every desire, every desire bold. No fire seemed more angry in his veins, if not tears of blood in a requiem.
Fever had finished his dance. He had fulfilled his duty to death and was thus granted to the Company to re-emerge from the abyss of primordial Need. The demands faded, and awareness remained silent herself.
"E 'dead'
He had regained his senses, but the thoughts do not singing, not sang no logical reason. Remained motionless in front of a funeral of shame.
Yet his blood had ceased to suffer.
But his eyes lingered long on him, the sacrifice of her nature.
"E 'dead'
understood then.
him and his body. Subservient to his cause.
At that moment it was only the grave of his passion. The last gasp of a fault, and the birth of a new one.
His death appeared as a sacrifice of life. Struggling in
Fever, Passion disintegrating as was the immodest Pulse dignity, in his hands, as the life that was consuming between those gestures. And incredibly, in this theater of death, including the brutal game of Blood, was to recreate something, even destroyed. Reason
flowed into him, renewed. Diluting the primitiveness of his actions. Was re-established its dominance.
His Death was allowed to have that back.
They died with Him, through Him the iniquities of the Instinct guilty.
But in the light of thought, no joy. No indulgence of the senses. The need had committed a crime, and the presence of need, with whom he had fought, it was hopelessly turned into a no unbridgeable. There was
meters that could calculate the gravity, and any thought that might delimit the boundaries. Only
pain. Immense, astonished, as the perpetual desire in his insatiability.
"It 's dead."
Yet so much was dying with him ..
back to himself, was ready for his offense. He was ready to see why.
And when he turned to the voice, everything had a meaning.
wrestled with him, for him
The Pulse of Life of the Fever, was transformed into a pulse of Death, and in this cycle belongs to all natural things, had gone in a loop consuming player, Recreation.
He was so at the expense of Destrudo, reproduced for the best.
front of that vision, now I live in front of his need, the fire did not burn, but moved into the veins with restorative force.
that death, in his fiction, he had brought with him to the grave caustic Passion of Time.
And in the shadow of that memory, no pain, no shame.
Just a smile back to the real feeling that flourished. Blood
No cheating, only the unconditional truth of an endless devotion to a man whose friendship you had, and that only she, in her circle, except Limit, rose to power his whole person.
That was the freshness of a fire that sound genuine.
"Jim"
And this is the word of their set.
"t'hy'la"
No shame, no burn.
No guilt, no pain.
And it was only love.
Title: Fever and feeling
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Spock & Jim
Warnings: One-shot
Plot: [AMOK TIME] him and his body. Subservient to his cause.
At that moment it was only the grave of his passion. The last gasp of a fault, and the birth of a new one.
anniversary of fever and feeling °
"E 'dead'
There are words that have the forces for them to be an epilogue, to be anathema to disenchantment. At a time when they take on the form are pronounced, and solid in their determination make an action in the field of consciousness. A drunken
consciousness, unaware of what was being consumed outside of himself.But that finding in its simplicity inevitable had squandered every desire, every desire bold. No fire seemed more angry in his veins, if not tears of blood in a requiem.
Fever had finished his dance. He had fulfilled his duty to death and was thus granted to the Company to re-emerge from the abyss of primordial Need. The demands faded, and awareness remained silent herself.
"E 'dead'
He had regained his senses, but the thoughts do not singing, not sang no logical reason. Remained motionless in front of a funeral of shame.
Yet his blood had ceased to suffer.
But his eyes lingered long on him, the sacrifice of her nature.
"E 'dead'
understood then.
him and his body. Subservient to his cause.
At that moment it was only the grave of his passion. The last gasp of a fault, and the birth of a new one.
His death appeared as a sacrifice of life. Struggling in
Fever, Passion disintegrating as was the immodest Pulse dignity, in his hands, as the life that was consuming between those gestures. And incredibly, in this theater of death, including the brutal game of Blood, was to recreate something, even destroyed. Reason
flowed into him, renewed. Diluting the primitiveness of his actions. Was re-established its dominance.
His Death was allowed to have that back.
They died with Him, through Him the iniquities of the Instinct guilty.
But in the light of thought, no joy. No indulgence of the senses. The need had committed a crime, and the presence of need, with whom he had fought, it was hopelessly turned into a no unbridgeable. There was
meters that could calculate the gravity, and any thought that might delimit the boundaries. Only
pain. Immense, astonished, as the perpetual desire in his insatiability.
"It 's dead."
Yet so much was dying with him ..
back to himself, was ready for his offense. He was ready to see why.
And when he turned to the voice, everything had a meaning.
wrestled with him, for him
The Pulse of Life of the Fever, was transformed into a pulse of Death, and in this cycle belongs to all natural things, had gone in a loop consuming player, Recreation.
He was so at the expense of Destrudo, reproduced for the best.
front of that vision, now I live in front of his need, the fire did not burn, but moved into the veins with restorative force.
that death, in his fiction, he had brought with him to the grave caustic Passion of Time.
And in the shadow of that memory, no pain, no shame.
Just a smile back to the real feeling that flourished. Blood
No cheating, only the unconditional truth of an endless devotion to a man whose friendship you had, and that only she, in her circle, except Limit, rose to power his whole person.
That was the freshness of a fire that sound genuine.
"Jim"
And this is the word of their set.
"t'hy'la"
No shame, no burn.
No guilt, no pain.
And it was only love.
Monday, December 6, 2010
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Is it possible to press syndicate in Russia?
In April last year at the International journalism festival in Perugia (Italy), I asked Paul Steiger, former editor The Wall Street Journal and CEO ProPublica [1] that is possible if the press syndicate like "ProPublike" in Russia, where regional press can not afford to buy stories instead of their own kopeck production where killed in the professional investigation journalists do not become famous, albeit posthumously, as Anna Politkovskaya. To which he replied simply: "I do not know." But after that I began to think about it. Long. Because occasionally there is a desire somehow integrate our disparate counterparts, diversifying sometimes boring and plain-all on edge of history staff sponsors qualitative metropolitan press. It would seem that this function is taken now as if to outsource many online publications, write to the authors of non-standard (for example, OpenSource . ru ). On the other hand, under a lot of doubt the business model of these structures. "Normal" American syndicates are now living through the support of bankers and donations private funds (see, for example). At the same time they produce quality content - talented stories talented as investigators - quite a well accepted (but sold it?), The leading U.S. publications and the world - so, for example, New York Times . Does all this the role that at the helm of the newborn press syndicate is a journalist and editor with solid experience and a bunch of useful contacts, long known in the media world? Of course, the figure founder, as is the case with Huffington Post , where everyone runs the Arianna Huffington, plays an important role. But imagine for one minute that "Kommersant" and "Vedomosti" suddenly began to buy materials have no one to press syndicate. In my opinion, it is not profitable. For good journalistic stories in the U.S. you pay a fee, which you can live the remaining months of searching for and developing new themes. One of the trainees in ProPublica pay for $ 700 a week - for the compilation of notes on the site. As for us freelance writers for one publication hardly wait for more than 10 000 rubles. (It is still quite good fee). And our publications so simple - to collect "friends» and pay them as you like, you buy something expensive at a press syndicate. Today, the composition freelance writers formed, mainly through friends, inviting his colleagues to cooperate. Maybe this is correct, as a natural principle of creating communities - including the professional. On the other hand, the press syndicate - is as a separate media. Just trust it is not the readers directly, and fellow journalists. It is clear that he was responsible for the information supplied. If it's quality - stuff to buy the publication. If there is a puncture, they immediately spread with ink stains on the reputation of the press syndicate.
It is worth noting that earlier press syndicates appeared to conserve resources today - is, on the contrary, rather, a luxury - afford to buy top stories are not all reputable publications. On the other hand, for me to So far it remains unclear how to solve the problem of uniqueness. Topics are announced in advance of the material and offered to interested publications? Or they published a total tape, but who wants to - to buy (but then any story could develop their own editorial staff and marry your own)? In "ProPublike" This problem is solved by license Creative Commons . But on the other hand, if for this project were not so prominent people and organizations, no one would not have thought to take these stories to the press and, thereby, to promote "the development of high-quality investigative journalism" (as stated mission project). I recall trying my classmate a few years ago, a press syndicate, which would be based on student work and supplied news from Moscow's regional editions. We went together to the festival in Dagomys thread and familiar with the idea of chief editors of regional publications. Recoil was virtually zero - even for a purely symbolic value of the materials from the capital region were not necessary - for them and 500 rubles. expensive, and news possible from the internet and other sources pick up and show off their metropolitan correspondents no reason.
Today news syndicates, as well as news agencies, needs more and then to produce a graphical information - for example, produce infographics. And this, incidentally, more profitably, rather than haggling texts. The largest U.S. media syndicate Universal Press Syndicate also produces comics and other non-text information.
As it turns out, if you type in the search for "press syndicate in Russia, there are none in principle (they may have, of course, exist - for example, the format of the syndicate could take the graphics service ITAR-TASS, making for other media infographics on a treaty signing [2] ), but cleverly concealed under another name. There are attempts in the field of advertising, but not journalism.
Recently I was faced with an interesting project, which also has relevance to the topic - Haro Help a Reporter [3] . In fact, this new form of social interaction in the journalistic community, a service that generates a content sharing in the form of comments for journalistic texts from different fields of knowledge. That here from a syndicate? Rather, the scheme of dissemination of information on potential experts, commentators, for whom any publication - it's free PR. In this connection, recalled the services aggregators comments, which appeared several years ago in Russia and were not popular. This happened, primarily due to the fact that a comment by its nature is unique, and not interesting to read (and even more so - to buy) some comments on that or other topics have already voiced by someone else (including, and other media).
If you think about who could have united the press syndicate? Is that massive newspaper with entertainment content mediocre, which, incidentally, and so they all have the same. Perhaps it would bring them at least some commercial benefit.
«Kommersant and Vedomosti? Perhaps, but the manner of presenting information in two different editions. Yes, and whether they are in an environment where other talented Russian journalists have simply nowhere to look for? And those that there are already occupied by some cushy job from him obviously will not give up in favor of some press syndicate at the free breads. And, frankly, it all smacks a little trade union movement, which in our country has, unfortunately, has long appeared disgusted. Therefore, I am afraid to change the situation can only be created on the basis of the traditional understanding of the syndicates of something radically new (including, and new media). Why do we create structures that supply the press some materials? This is similar to the violent resurrection has long been ready to die paper sheets with her, a newspaper business model. Let there be no longer news, but convergence - or new media - syndicate. Finally, another option - sponsoring such projects the rich and generous U.S. foundations. But somehow convinced that at this time to give into the hands of Americans saving investigative journalism nobody in Russia wants, like a couple of decades ago. So, the fate of the syndicated media education until hangs in the air over our country. In explanation Indian site, "I bribed and site whistleblowers Wikileaks there's some questionable resources like the" wrath of the people ", which also going remarks and materials, only this time it was ordinary people - citizen journalists. And in this regard can not be thinking - and not a Do in this case, a syndicate of global Internet where you can find anything you like and subscribe to it by RSS (open or closed - it does not matter)? In general, the fate of the press syndicate seems to me quite vague in light of the development of new technologies, not only in Russia but also in the world.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
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Merry Christmas Mr.Lawrence
I think this is perfect for a rainy day, When the sky is gray and covered by clouds and I'm really depressed. It's so romantic that i can not Avoid to be malinconinc and to watch the leaden sky through the window. It's incredible beautiful, Sakamoto is a genious.
Thanks for reading and listening,
Pon-chan
I think this is perfect for a rainy day, When the sky is gray and covered by clouds and I'm really depressed. It's so romantic that i can not Avoid to be malinconinc and to watch the leaden sky through the window. It's incredible beautiful, Sakamoto is a genious.
Thanks for reading and listening,
Pon-chan
Friday, December 3, 2010
Steaming Pearl Barley
愛 狂います. [PART 1]
Konnichiwa! 
At the beginning I ignored the fact that someone couldn't know the origin of my LJ's title! (U__U)
And so, now I'll reveal the mistery! (^.^)
It's an Aicle's song!!!!
... It isn't very uncredible, I know (-.-)''
But, here I'll post the song's text and the PV for your happiness!! (^.^)''
Look and sbav [<---- this isn't very english, sumimasen m(_ _)m ]
At the beginning I ignored the fact that someone couldn't know the origin of my LJ's title! (U__U)
And so, now I'll reveal the mistery! (^.^)
It's an Aicle's song!!!!
... It isn't very uncredible, I know (-.-)''
But, here I'll post the song's text and the PV for your happiness!! (^.^)''
Look and sbav [<---- this isn't very english, sumimasen m(_ _)m ]
TEXT
tontantentan urameshiya
tontantentan aa, buzama
tontantentan nikutarashii
tontantentan
...urameshii neeEEEeeE!
kankonsousai no utage you koyoi hirakareta
ga mimi wo oto sumaseba kikoeru kugi utsu
ennai of wa Boku no sugata wa boku no oh no nigiwau igai deshita
da sou, boku wo ugokaseba ii!
mawase mawase kashya nezumi no wo no
mawase mawase usagi wo medama
midase midase ushi
afureta no koku wo wa Neko no Namida no
tontantentan furikaburi
tontantentan uchinarasu
utsukushii dagegi ne kono oto nakigoe to
shinboku no Tsuchi to waraningyou seijaku by Neko no mori ippiki
tooku no Mahou no Neko wa s already ibasho hakken wo shita Boku ga Boku wo
mitomereba ii.
mawase mawase kashya nezumi no wo
mawase mawase usagi no boundary wo
Midas Midas excited no koku wo
tsukame tsukame eto no Kubi wo
mukashi mukashi ~, ~ aru dokoro
shiawase no kurashiteita a no ohanashi deshita . tosa
~ ~ oshimai
PV
Arigatou for reading,
Mon - chan! Stomach Sitting On Bed
writer's block: Wintertime is here ...
I don't like winter very much. I hate the winter's clothes!!
But sometimes, when I wake up in the morning on sunday, I open the window and I see the beautiful hills scenery covered by the snow and the rays of the sun that peep out. It's amazing!!
In winter, everything become white, the city is full of lights, people walk on the center's streets buying christmas presents, in the air there's the smell of wood burning in fireplace...for me, this is the winter's atmosphere! Perhaps this is an idealization, but I like think about winter in this way.
Unfortunately most of the time I think the snow is really annoying, the cold is too sharp and the humidity is unberable! When I was little, I loved to make snowballs and snowmen, but growing up, I understand that this kind of things are funny and in the same time really insignificant in front of the big disadvantages!
It's all!
Thanks for reading
Pon - chan !
I don't like winter very much. I hate the winter's clothes!!
But sometimes, when I wake up in the morning on sunday, I open the window and I see the beautiful hills scenery covered by the snow and the rays of the sun that peep out. It's amazing!!
In winter, everything become white, the city is full of lights, people walk on the center's streets buying christmas presents, in the air there's the smell of wood burning in fireplace...for me, this is the winter's atmosphere! Perhaps this is an idealization, but I like think about winter in this way.
Unfortunately most of the time I think the snow is really annoying, the cold is too sharp and the humidity is unberable! When I was little, I loved to make snowballs and snowmen, but growing up, I understand that this kind of things are funny and in the same time really insignificant in front of the big disadvantages!
It's all!
Thanks for reading
Pon - chan !
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Title: Feeling
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Spock & Jim
Warnings: drabble
Plot: felt a prayer invoking his name, scream and destroy the distances of their consciences.
Drabble dedicated to Spock during Kolinahr.
° ° HEAR
S entiva.
In the most primitive of ways.
Risorgiva asphyxiation of Reason, in the most illogical arrogance.
felt a prayer invoking his name, scream and destroy the distances of their consciences.
He believed that the solution lay in co science. That this awareness could cut up and remove any tremor, and transform "with science" doubt the obvious.
But there was awareness that reaching a peak only in the most sensitive way.
He felt again.
And so he discovered that the primordial Consciousness was Feelings.
felt a prayer invoking the name ...
awoke.
" JIM"
and his conscience was never dull.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Cute 3rd Birthday Sayings
Everything
Title: Everything
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Jim & Bones
Warnings: flashfic
***
James T. Kirk knew that every aspect of his turbulent life that coincided with the placid, but apprehensive aspects of the life of Leonard McCoy. Their diversity in their exclusivity, they found a bond so fitting, modest, sincere and severity of reverential.
Whenever they tried to give a name to what their relationship, however, the result of a coincidence, a causality of natural alchemy, many words would surface on the tip language, and there stopped doubting, fearful of their inadequacy, insecure about their fragility ... because words are so strong, but never enough.
And then they were lost, thrown in a few sentences, never so serious and playful as ever.
They believed that their relationship could then handle the case, nell'indefinito. That could consume between the lines of thought, or between letters in a word elected.
Yet there was so much more.
Their souls are entertained each other, quiet or joking, distilling their lives more and more energy. Thefts were sometimes subtle, voracious, urgent, necessary and other shares of Pure, trade equivalent, simple, flowing into the intellectual and spiritual complementarity. He was sharing a crystalline, a perpetual bond, which was not mere friendship, friendship was not only because it was true love in the meaning-only, but not unique-that colored that relationship the most sacred of all shades of feeling, in his deep, almost archetypal essence.
They were a "couple" because the word did not suit them in that its simplistic limitation in the same way that Love could not abide by "Conditions".
There was no limit, because no words could deliver us some.
Love flowed through them, usually in that motion of Nature, in her garments energetic. Renewable and free flowing.
They were merely a collection, in the highest and noblest of meanings, represent a total.
Father and son.
Brothers.
friends.
Lovers.
Yet the words were still dying, slipping away, to appear and vanish, and what you want to unveil all of this, no words could capture and limit the meaning ...
***
Jim Kirk was limited to smile, and Bones accepted and reciprocated the tacit understanding.
You just smiled, embraced their limits, in the silent worship of their dark, without yearning for the solution and its borders.
Besides, the all and everything.
Boundless.
And the words were not enough ...
Why did not need words.
They were to be enough.
each other.
In silence.
In their mystery.
Title: Everything
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Jim & Bones
Warnings: flashfic
Plot: They were merely a collection, in most high and noble meanings, representing a total ...
· everything °
"that do not cure you of every aspect of my life, Bones ... when you dedicate time even yours? "
" I'm already doing, Jim. "
***
James T. Kirk knew that every aspect of his turbulent life that coincided with the placid, but apprehensive aspects of the life of Leonard McCoy. Their diversity in their exclusivity, they found a bond so fitting, modest, sincere and severity of reverential.
Whenever they tried to give a name to what their relationship, however, the result of a coincidence, a causality of natural alchemy, many words would surface on the tip language, and there stopped doubting, fearful of their inadequacy, insecure about their fragility ... because words are so strong, but never enough.
And then they were lost, thrown in a few sentences, never so serious and playful as ever.
They believed that their relationship could then handle the case, nell'indefinito. That could consume between the lines of thought, or between letters in a word elected.
Yet there was so much more.
Their souls are entertained each other, quiet or joking, distilling their lives more and more energy. Thefts were sometimes subtle, voracious, urgent, necessary and other shares of Pure, trade equivalent, simple, flowing into the intellectual and spiritual complementarity. He was sharing a crystalline, a perpetual bond, which was not mere friendship, friendship was not only because it was true love in the meaning-only, but not unique-that colored that relationship the most sacred of all shades of feeling, in his deep, almost archetypal essence.
They were a "couple" because the word did not suit them in that its simplistic limitation in the same way that Love could not abide by "Conditions".
There was no limit, because no words could deliver us some.
Love flowed through them, usually in that motion of Nature, in her garments energetic. Renewable and free flowing.
They were merely a collection, in the highest and noblest of meanings, represent a total.
Father and son.
Brothers.
friends.
Lovers.
Yet the words were still dying, slipping away, to appear and vanish, and what you want to unveil all of this, no words could capture and limit the meaning ...
***
Jim Kirk was limited to smile, and Bones accepted and reciprocated the tacit understanding.
You just smiled, embraced their limits, in the silent worship of their dark, without yearning for the solution and its borders.
Besides, the all and everything.
Boundless.
And the words were not enough ...
Why did not need words.
They were to be enough.
each other.
In silence.
In their mystery.
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