"To raise children well is not enough to love them, you need to feel they are loved," Sergio Belardinelli
Monday, March 28, 2011
What Does It Mean To See A White Wolf At Night
"To raise children well is not enough to love them, you need to feel they are loved," Sergio Belardinelli
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Salmon Fillets Acompaniment
Quote of the day for March 26 in Mount Calvary
Yesterday a very good pilgrimage to Mount Calvary's Day of Prayer for FSE in conjunction with the feast of the Annunciation. First, a huge traffic jam, an accident is serious and complete blockage. We give up a car near the road and head through the fields towards the white church on the hill. Even though this is some adventure, crushed clay and snow boots, father and son, strikes us already spring sun. Then cross the groove and climb the stairs up, explain that these piles of glass is the work of drunks. The bus, which also goniliśmy stuck and the boys of a Cluster Józefowskiej marched through here probably two quarters ago. Is increasingly beginning to hear sounds appealing. Oh, you guys have a tube. Good idea. When we come to the square, are already announced. Nailed five, left, of course. Arek is Baghera, Simon Ball, of course, Paul Akela, is, and Andrew, a strain already in a sling, and Martin is still in a sling brown but faithful crowd support. I look around, lots of people. There are two camps, Frank is coming to the square, impeccably ironed uniform, but chic. I see the wilczkami Klęczara Bartek on the other side of the square, next to the team falenicka Krzysiek at the helm. We end the call, only now there is confusion. Peter Ka with some other wilczkami, aha, it's new service, Deans. I see and I do not believe your eyes, so he, Martin, first hufcowy Warsaw, and his marriage is. Blaze offers a promise of one of the fathers. Let's go. Famous cloves. New boys take the oath of fidelity, we can see that survive. That's good, so it should be. Then I can see them immediately after Mass, fun focused around zastępowego are already host. Pedagogy Scout at a glance.
After roll call and ceremonies, lecture Paul that Scouting is a family affair. He says with conviction, is authentic. This lesson is simply very good. Then I pause and listen to the other, the younger Paul about the impact on the identity of the baby's father. Interesting examples. I decided that I swim, finally, although several hours canoeing trip with his son as soon as it gets real spring. And what about his wife and daughter? You will need to come up with something. In the backstage interview parents, Paul old friend, photographer Eurojamu in 1994, now the children in wilczków.
lunch yet, the mayor of them with us. Is satisfied that the Scouts of Europe this year they chose the Mount Calvary, the place of his pilgrimage. Mr Mayor, is a great place and welcoming, and how the symbolism and history. Thank you. And this is it! That is, suburban cities competing for it, where the scouts do their big meeting. Prague Corps is Magda, a student of law, and Simon, an anesthesiologist in Międzylesie, a small landing of the Lublin region. We talk about the differences in the approach of parents with Lublin and Warsaw, not just the scouts but also patients. It and the governor is the head of the Forest and Warsaw, are, and clerics. Is nice. Welcome. Happily. Lots of conversations. Nice to see those familiar faces and new ones.
Preparation for Mass., Church swells. I stand behind, every now and then just smile when they enter then the people. Enter our battalion, Stas did not see me, of course. Squeeze the boys for the totem of the cluster, beautifully made by Frank with his dad Mark (we know you probably 15 years). The guys on the left, of the forest, but still talking zastępowy their silences, the right of the old oaks Bartek, recognize the shawls, and finally with us. Before me, a lot of people in uniform, fresh, young, a great sign. From the side door pushing a girl, all happy, including my daughter, her friend Ola, Martyn. In the red jacket I see the former chief Peter, I do not push the further, you can not. The church begins to burst at the seams, Leon runs up, he controls everything here. Orders rozryglować gate, goes. Remain open for now so all the Eucharist, banging on the outside still a lot of people. Bart head office is where the trolley ride to sleep child. Preaches a sermon by Fr. Boguslaw, the federal minister. Suddenly I see. Before me, the father of the orange pants, surprise, surprise, the old nickname "Orange". A colleague from the block, even from elementary school. We speak, it appears that the daughter is a scout in Siekierki. Oh, how nice. Then there are jagodzianki and artistic program. I do not eat jagodzianek, obstruct it in talking. Kajtek tells me he has 20 rovers and plans for Santiago and Madrid. It will be a buzz. Then cross the road and coaches. It is evening. Time to go back. How many of us will come next year? 
Yesterday a very good pilgrimage to Mount Calvary's Day of Prayer for FSE in conjunction with the feast of the Annunciation. First, a huge traffic jam, an accident is serious and complete blockage. We give up a car near the road and head through the fields towards the white church on the hill. Even though this is some adventure, crushed clay and snow boots, father and son, strikes us already spring sun. Then cross the groove and climb the stairs up, explain that these piles of glass is the work of drunks. The bus, which also goniliśmy stuck and the boys of a Cluster Józefowskiej marched through here probably two quarters ago. Is increasingly beginning to hear sounds appealing. Oh, you guys have a tube. Good idea. When we come to the square, are already announced. Nailed five, left, of course. Arek is Baghera, Simon Ball, of course, Paul Akela, is, and Andrew, a strain already in a sling, and Martin is still in a sling brown but faithful crowd support. I look around, lots of people. There are two camps, Frank is coming to the square, impeccably ironed uniform, but chic. I see the wilczkami Klęczara Bartek on the other side of the square, next to the team falenicka Krzysiek at the helm. We end the call, only now there is confusion. Peter Ka with some other wilczkami, aha, it's new service, Deans. I see and I do not believe your eyes, so he, Martin, first hufcowy Warsaw, and his marriage is. Blaze offers a promise of one of the fathers. Let's go. Famous cloves. New boys take the oath of fidelity, we can see that survive. That's good, so it should be. Then I can see them immediately after Mass, fun focused around zastępowego are already host. Pedagogy Scout at a glance.
After roll call and ceremonies, lecture Paul that Scouting is a family affair. He says with conviction, is authentic. This lesson is simply very good. Then I pause and listen to the other, the younger Paul about the impact on the identity of the baby's father. Interesting examples. I decided that I swim, finally, although several hours canoeing trip with his son as soon as it gets real spring. And what about his wife and daughter? You will need to come up with something. In the backstage interview parents, Paul old friend, photographer Eurojamu in 1994, now the children in wilczków.
lunch yet, the mayor of them with us. Is satisfied that the Scouts of Europe this year they chose the Mount Calvary, the place of his pilgrimage. Mr Mayor, is a great place and welcoming, and how the symbolism and history. Thank you. And this is it! That is, suburban cities competing for it, where the scouts do their big meeting. Prague Corps is Magda, a student of law, and Simon, an anesthesiologist in Międzylesie, a small landing of the Lublin region. We talk about the differences in the approach of parents with Lublin and Warsaw, not just the scouts but also patients. It and the governor is the head of the Forest and Warsaw, are, and clerics. Is nice. Welcome. Happily. Lots of conversations. Nice to see those familiar faces and new ones.
Preparation for Mass., Church swells. I stand behind, every now and then just smile when they enter then the people. Enter our battalion, Stas did not see me, of course. Squeeze the boys for the totem of the cluster, beautifully made by Frank with his dad Mark (we know you probably 15 years). The guys on the left, of the forest, but still talking zastępowy their silences, the right of the old oaks Bartek, recognize the shawls, and finally with us. Before me, a lot of people in uniform, fresh, young, a great sign. From the side door pushing a girl, all happy, including my daughter, her friend Ola, Martyn. In the red jacket I see the former chief Peter, I do not push the further, you can not. The church begins to burst at the seams, Leon runs up, he controls everything here. Orders rozryglować gate, goes. Remain open for now so all the Eucharist, banging on the outside still a lot of people. Bart head office is where the trolley ride to sleep child. Preaches a sermon by Fr. Boguslaw, the federal minister. Suddenly I see. Before me, the father of the orange pants, surprise, surprise, the old nickname "Orange". A colleague from the block, even from elementary school. We speak, it appears that the daughter is a scout in Siekierki. Oh, how nice. Then there are jagodzianki and artistic program. I do not eat jagodzianek, obstruct it in talking. Kajtek tells me he has 20 rovers and plans for Santiago and Madrid. It will be a buzz. Then cross the road and coaches. It is evening. Time to go back. How many of us will come next year?
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
What Does The Sideways Double Peace Sign Mean
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Wedding Reception At Montery Aquarium
Why responsible husband and father should be providing a Frossardzie
"He left home as usual at the last moment, even niespóźniony, but without any reserve time. Through the branches of trees surrounding the building that most recently lived, sharp morning sun was shining. Its penetrating rays of the morning and vivacity wprawiały him in a great mood, full of excitement and fresh energy. When was the dwupasmówce remembered that he forgot to fill up the day before Ford. The control of fuel burned monotonously. He looked at her from time to time, completely without emotion. Not that he felt faint orange światełku anything sinister.
Agnes Just yesterday she asked him in the evening, in his style, a little teasing that his velvet voice, not just to late. Because she knows him. That certainly something you read to them late. Perhaps after a night will do some outstanding transfers, purify briefcase with documents. Are you sure he loves her so, as she him. And that goes to her and the children as well as on the wings. Eagerly assured that, yes, I'm sure that you know, honey. He had a way of building up on fuel, but unfortunately I talked by mobile phone from Mr. Mieczyslaw, construction manager of their dream house. He remembered it only at home, but he no longer had the strength to get out down the stairs, fire engine and go to the station.
- wake up at six o'clock tomorrow morning, on Saturday! - He thought with horror.
- twenty seventh flight to Szczecin. Then the bus and hopefully I'll be in Kolobrzeg furthest from the tenth. That the children will enjoy. Lot bought a few months earlier, came out cheaper than train. - Great to put this together - he rubbed his hands. As it passed
BP station at the entrance to Route Siekierkowską flashed through his head he thought - may, however, to refuel. The arrow controls the fuel was not yet quite in the position to zero.
- not - immediately answered himself - just gasoline, waste of time at the moment visit to the stations.
quickly drove the route screw mknął Łazienkowska and one hundred and twenty middle lane per hour. Myslovitz played from the speakers, and Maciek on top of his voice sang along with Artur Rojek "Now I know all it takes, until he should want, all it takes, I know very well that we fall when our lives cease to be amazed every day. " It seemed that nothing was he able to break the champagne mood. Then, suddenly, at the height of the Batory High School car began to choke.
- Moorhen, and let the damned. Let it damn clear - screamed shrilly. He abruptly cut
runs, three, four, three of them again. The car just choking, rzęził, sniffed, and after a while, about two hundred meters before the Crossroads Square just prance, as handful after dropping uninvited rider. Unluckily, that ford stopped at the point where Route Łazienkowska stood up. Any chance to push the car off the roadway, which, moreover, was not there at all. He turned the key in anguish again and again. To no avail.
- It's a nightmare, total wtop - growled through clenched teeth. For a moment I was tempted to pinch myself in the ear, to say that it's just a bad dream.
- Agnes kills me - groaning - and son. "Johnny walks with me after you, in a helmet and a bicycle, I want to necessarily show you how he learned to ride. Remember, praise him because he a few days of very experienced, that will have my dad as he goes. Specifically went to sleep earlier to wake up quickly to meet with my dad. I still only hear 'dad' and 'dad'. Will dad be with me ride a bike? Do not sit on daddy crocodile? And when dad is coming? MATT, please, just do not zaśpij. This is, of which you? 10.30 in Kolobrzeg. I love you. " Sarah's words whispered over the phone yesterday evening, full of excitement caused imminent meeting and longing, so soft on the phone and teasing as always liked świdrowały his head and felt like a knife kaleczący living body.
- Nice pate - he sighed. He turned the key, again and again. Response was still only zdechlakowate rattle of the engine.
- What to do? Emergency road - no, I do not even have a phone number and it will take too long - he thought frantically. - Anyone familiar? But who? And that's before seven in the morning, on Saturday. Whoever it was not until zwlókłby out of bed, I'm sure it would be too late.
- I know, a taxi - triumphantly proclaimed himself itself. Quickly dialed a familiar number Wawa Taxi and almost shouting into the phone demanded that in view of its unfortunate location, it was rather grotesque, immediately came to the driver with the fuel.
- It is impossible for the driver does not run with the fuel - dispassionate voice telephone operator told the sleepy, probably resembling a stewardess with the airport przekomicznej scene in the movie "Meet the Parents."
- How it impossible - Maciek suddenly felt in the veins of even greater adrenaline rush. - How it impossible? - Growls into the phone. - Are you knows that I stand on Route Łazienkowska in the middle? - Explained as if it could in any way moved by Mrs.. - How it impossible? For kroćset, we have yet capitalism. Is there really will not find the driver who wants to earn fast, say a hundred dollars. Pay hundred dollars extra for this service - here is how clever he thought. - I am your regular customer - it seemed to him that is convincing, but the last words actually just wyskamlał humiliation and desperation, with no hope of understanding. Hung up abruptly - It makes no sense.
- But hey - he thought quickly - let him come, even without gasoline. Tapped soon, but this time the number of taxi Partner. After a while, MPT, and again, even though it so pissed off, Wawa Taxi.
- Phew, we shall see who will come first - he wiped sweat from his forehead with his hand and hurriedly jumped out of the car to pull up a warning triangle in the trunk. Widens it twenty yards behind the car, closed the door and ran down to stop at the Batory.
driver, as predicted Maciek, he did not understand where to stop and stopped at the bus stop, not even glancing in the direction of a car parked in the middle of the cruising route through the capital. Thus it was a conscious decision to come to him right away to run.
- The nearest gas station - gasped to his grandfather at the wheel, the well-worn vest okutanego indeterminate color, probably purchased from the lady in the eighties. Retired looked at him impassively from the horn-rimmed glasses and hats angular soiled cap. They moved. Stench smell of vanilla and mix of fur covers almost zemdlił Maciek. There was even a railroad man's strength, but when the counter said he was barely forty per hour, could not resist - You can not go a little faster, the plane in a hurry. The taxi driver trembled on the steering wheel and the arrow shifted to forty-five.
- Damn, I will normally, and he'll take the wheel - Maciek tearing hair out. - What bad luck - hissed and bit his lip.
Finally, after a long pause, which lasted for Maciek terribly long, they arrived at a petrol station. Maciek mind's eye already saw himself wylewającego mineral water from półtoralitrówek and packager of fuel from the distributor is not splashing on his jeans. On Fortunately, the seller graciously offered him a plastic canister pięciolitrowy. Moved on after filling in the return leg. This time, you need to do justice, a retired taxi-driving his car like a decades-efficient. Maciek ran out of the taxi, poured the contents of the canister immediately to Baku car and wiping his hands with a cloth zbryzgane gasoline, and finally fired. Drove with abandon, abandoned car in the parking lot and ran full speed into the hall of the national outlets.
- Sorry, you missed 5 minutes - he told the lady in the window.
Train journey lasted more than ten hours. He made three connecting flights, smashing up the passenger, routes were particularly bad. Early in the evening and finally jumped off the train stairs to hug Johnny, who with his mother, on a bike and helmet came onto the platform. Jasiu very stretched in the day. Day, as expected for a week. "
Wiślicki Andrew, At half-time, Warsaw 2011, p. 44 
"He left home as usual at the last moment, even niespóźniony, but without any reserve time. Through the branches of trees surrounding the building that most recently lived, sharp morning sun was shining. Its penetrating rays of the morning and vivacity wprawiały him in a great mood, full of excitement and fresh energy. When was the dwupasmówce remembered that he forgot to fill up the day before Ford. The control of fuel burned monotonously. He looked at her from time to time, completely without emotion. Not that he felt faint orange światełku anything sinister.
Agnes Just yesterday she asked him in the evening, in his style, a little teasing that his velvet voice, not just to late. Because she knows him. That certainly something you read to them late. Perhaps after a night will do some outstanding transfers, purify briefcase with documents. Are you sure he loves her so, as she him. And that goes to her and the children as well as on the wings. Eagerly assured that, yes, I'm sure that you know, honey. He had a way of building up on fuel, but unfortunately I talked by mobile phone from Mr. Mieczyslaw, construction manager of their dream house. He remembered it only at home, but he no longer had the strength to get out down the stairs, fire engine and go to the station.
- wake up at six o'clock tomorrow morning, on Saturday! - He thought with horror.
- twenty seventh flight to Szczecin. Then the bus and hopefully I'll be in Kolobrzeg furthest from the tenth. That the children will enjoy. Lot bought a few months earlier, came out cheaper than train. - Great to put this together - he rubbed his hands. As it passed
BP station at the entrance to Route Siekierkowską flashed through his head he thought - may, however, to refuel. The arrow controls the fuel was not yet quite in the position to zero.
- not - immediately answered himself - just gasoline, waste of time at the moment visit to the stations.
quickly drove the route screw mknął Łazienkowska and one hundred and twenty middle lane per hour. Myslovitz played from the speakers, and Maciek on top of his voice sang along with Artur Rojek "Now I know all it takes, until he should want, all it takes, I know very well that we fall when our lives cease to be amazed every day. " It seemed that nothing was he able to break the champagne mood. Then, suddenly, at the height of the Batory High School car began to choke.
- Moorhen, and let the damned. Let it damn clear - screamed shrilly. He abruptly cut
runs, three, four, three of them again. The car just choking, rzęził, sniffed, and after a while, about two hundred meters before the Crossroads Square just prance, as handful after dropping uninvited rider. Unluckily, that ford stopped at the point where Route Łazienkowska stood up. Any chance to push the car off the roadway, which, moreover, was not there at all. He turned the key in anguish again and again. To no avail.
- It's a nightmare, total wtop - growled through clenched teeth. For a moment I was tempted to pinch myself in the ear, to say that it's just a bad dream.
- Agnes kills me - groaning - and son. "Johnny walks with me after you, in a helmet and a bicycle, I want to necessarily show you how he learned to ride. Remember, praise him because he a few days of very experienced, that will have my dad as he goes. Specifically went to sleep earlier to wake up quickly to meet with my dad. I still only hear 'dad' and 'dad'. Will dad be with me ride a bike? Do not sit on daddy crocodile? And when dad is coming? MATT, please, just do not zaśpij. This is, of which you? 10.30 in Kolobrzeg. I love you. " Sarah's words whispered over the phone yesterday evening, full of excitement caused imminent meeting and longing, so soft on the phone and teasing as always liked świdrowały his head and felt like a knife kaleczący living body.
- Nice pate - he sighed. He turned the key, again and again. Response was still only zdechlakowate rattle of the engine.
- What to do? Emergency road - no, I do not even have a phone number and it will take too long - he thought frantically. - Anyone familiar? But who? And that's before seven in the morning, on Saturday. Whoever it was not until zwlókłby out of bed, I'm sure it would be too late.
- I know, a taxi - triumphantly proclaimed himself itself. Quickly dialed a familiar number Wawa Taxi and almost shouting into the phone demanded that in view of its unfortunate location, it was rather grotesque, immediately came to the driver with the fuel.
- It is impossible for the driver does not run with the fuel - dispassionate voice telephone operator told the sleepy, probably resembling a stewardess with the airport przekomicznej scene in the movie "Meet the Parents."
- How it impossible - Maciek suddenly felt in the veins of even greater adrenaline rush. - How it impossible? - Growls into the phone. - Are you knows that I stand on Route Łazienkowska in the middle? - Explained as if it could in any way moved by Mrs.. - How it impossible? For kroćset, we have yet capitalism. Is there really will not find the driver who wants to earn fast, say a hundred dollars. Pay hundred dollars extra for this service - here is how clever he thought. - I am your regular customer - it seemed to him that is convincing, but the last words actually just wyskamlał humiliation and desperation, with no hope of understanding. Hung up abruptly - It makes no sense.
- But hey - he thought quickly - let him come, even without gasoline. Tapped soon, but this time the number of taxi Partner. After a while, MPT, and again, even though it so pissed off, Wawa Taxi.
- Phew, we shall see who will come first - he wiped sweat from his forehead with his hand and hurriedly jumped out of the car to pull up a warning triangle in the trunk. Widens it twenty yards behind the car, closed the door and ran down to stop at the Batory.
driver, as predicted Maciek, he did not understand where to stop and stopped at the bus stop, not even glancing in the direction of a car parked in the middle of the cruising route through the capital. Thus it was a conscious decision to come to him right away to run.
- The nearest gas station - gasped to his grandfather at the wheel, the well-worn vest okutanego indeterminate color, probably purchased from the lady in the eighties. Retired looked at him impassively from the horn-rimmed glasses and hats angular soiled cap. They moved. Stench smell of vanilla and mix of fur covers almost zemdlił Maciek. There was even a railroad man's strength, but when the counter said he was barely forty per hour, could not resist - You can not go a little faster, the plane in a hurry. The taxi driver trembled on the steering wheel and the arrow shifted to forty-five.
- Damn, I will normally, and he'll take the wheel - Maciek tearing hair out. - What bad luck - hissed and bit his lip.
Finally, after a long pause, which lasted for Maciek terribly long, they arrived at a petrol station. Maciek mind's eye already saw himself wylewającego mineral water from półtoralitrówek and packager of fuel from the distributor is not splashing on his jeans. On Fortunately, the seller graciously offered him a plastic canister pięciolitrowy. Moved on after filling in the return leg. This time, you need to do justice, a retired taxi-driving his car like a decades-efficient. Maciek ran out of the taxi, poured the contents of the canister immediately to Baku car and wiping his hands with a cloth zbryzgane gasoline, and finally fired. Drove with abandon, abandoned car in the parking lot and ran full speed into the hall of the national outlets.
- Sorry, you missed 5 minutes - he told the lady in the window.
Train journey lasted more than ten hours. He made three connecting flights, smashing up the passenger, routes were particularly bad. Early in the evening and finally jumped off the train stairs to hug Johnny, who with his mother, on a bike and helmet came onto the platform. Jasiu very stretched in the day. Day, as expected for a week. "
Wiślicki Andrew, At half-time, Warsaw 2011, p. 44
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Does It Count Towards Rating When You Dvr
Messori
below tells the story of Vittorio Messori Frossardzie Andre, the famous French converts. An interesting philosophy of action adopted Frossard, building a "desktop" from which his voice could be heard.
"Very good, I understand Andre Frossard, a famous journalist and writer, member of the French Academy, who at the age of about sixty years and finally decided to write a book I met God. He was not even twenty years old when he "accidentally" entered into one of the chapels in Paris, which lasted cloistered sisters of the Eucharistic adoration. There, for a few minutes - but that was enough for all - has been pulled from behind the curtain, which sent bright living world behind the barrier. That experience prompted him to not only that he converted to Christianity, but that was one hundred percent Catholic, "papist", "ultramontanistą" as they used to say his time in France. Suddenly, atheism, who confessed to so far, it has become completely incomprehensible. Then he, the son of well-known deputy Ludovic Oscar, never nieochrzczonego, whose mother was Jewish, Protestant and his wife, the founder and first General Secretary of the French Communist Party, which from the first statute, preached atheism and dialectical materialism.
Over the years, being impressed by the mysterious events with unrelenting force, Andre Frossard lived as a Catholic, but privately, without obnoszenia with this, maintaining a few contacts with the clergy. Always worked in the great secular newspapers who published several books by no means religious, but rather on the social and political issues, published by secular publishing houses. About their faith and how they came to believe, he decided to say only when - as he himself confessed to me - "he had past." Because - he added - "before I showed that God exists, I had to prove that there is also the one who reaffirms faith in Him, that is to say that this is a rational person, a realist, and able to perform their work. " His problem was therefore to present himself as a believer worthy of credibility. He did not want to he was considered a visionary, haunting. There is no a priori rejection of his testimony, incomprehensible from a human point of view ("God is a matter of course, the fact is indisputable reality, and I met him), it needed a witness who, with their luggage full of professional life success would not be mistaken for the patient's psychiatric hospital. Therefore, said: "For years I wrote and spoke about everything, but little directly about religion. To prove that God is, first had to prove that I am . " I must admit that the good fruits brought this tenacious perseverance in the construction of the desktop, from which one could speak about the unspeakable is the whole sense of the word, not being recognized as a person crazy. As I mentioned, Frossard died, sitting "among the immortals" as it is called forty members of the French Academy, stools guarding against Catholics. Once the assembly has adopted a serious of which was not enough to believe in God, but who confirmed that he "met" ...
in an interview with Vittorio Messori-river "Why do I believe," p. 77 
below tells the story of Vittorio Messori Frossardzie Andre, the famous French converts. An interesting philosophy of action adopted Frossard, building a "desktop" from which his voice could be heard.
"Very good, I understand Andre Frossard, a famous journalist and writer, member of the French Academy, who at the age of about sixty years and finally decided to write a book I met God. He was not even twenty years old when he "accidentally" entered into one of the chapels in Paris, which lasted cloistered sisters of the Eucharistic adoration. There, for a few minutes - but that was enough for all - has been pulled from behind the curtain, which sent bright living world behind the barrier. That experience prompted him to not only that he converted to Christianity, but that was one hundred percent Catholic, "papist", "ultramontanistą" as they used to say his time in France. Suddenly, atheism, who confessed to so far, it has become completely incomprehensible. Then he, the son of well-known deputy Ludovic Oscar, never nieochrzczonego, whose mother was Jewish, Protestant and his wife, the founder and first General Secretary of the French Communist Party, which from the first statute, preached atheism and dialectical materialism.
Over the years, being impressed by the mysterious events with unrelenting force, Andre Frossard lived as a Catholic, but privately, without obnoszenia with this, maintaining a few contacts with the clergy. Always worked in the great secular newspapers who published several books by no means religious, but rather on the social and political issues, published by secular publishing houses. About their faith and how they came to believe, he decided to say only when - as he himself confessed to me - "he had past." Because - he added - "before I showed that God exists, I had to prove that there is also the one who reaffirms faith in Him, that is to say that this is a rational person, a realist, and able to perform their work. " His problem was therefore to present himself as a believer worthy of credibility. He did not want to he was considered a visionary, haunting. There is no a priori rejection of his testimony, incomprehensible from a human point of view ("God is a matter of course, the fact is indisputable reality, and I met him), it needed a witness who, with their luggage full of professional life success would not be mistaken for the patient's psychiatric hospital. Therefore, said: "For years I wrote and spoke about everything, but little directly about religion. To prove that God is, first had to prove that I am . " I must admit that the good fruits brought this tenacious perseverance in the construction of the desktop, from which one could speak about the unspeakable is the whole sense of the word, not being recognized as a person crazy. As I mentioned, Frossard died, sitting "among the immortals" as it is called forty members of the French Academy, stools guarding against Catholics. Once the assembly has adopted a serious of which was not enough to believe in God, but who confirmed that he "met" ...
in an interview with Vittorio Messori-river "Why do I believe," p. 77
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
My Puppy Has Green Slimy Poop
common concern and generational reading
From the book "Classic Polish Intelligence" excerpt from an interview with Roman Dmowski, where the legendary meeting m.in Dmowski of Jozef Pilsudski in Tokyo:
"And with Jozef Pilsudski, he met Mr. President then?. While
- from contact can be called a nine-talk - that it was not in Krakow, but on the other side of the globe - in Japan. It was in 1905 - said further Dmowski.
- I learned that Pilsudski intends to go to Japan to get help for the forthcoming rise in the Kingdom. For the reasons that you probably know, I saw the uprising as inappropriate and decided to go to Tokyo to paralyze the action of Pilsudski. Also came to Tokyo in front of him.
- In front of him?
- Yes. If I came after him, it would be too late. I adopted several times by the deputy head of the Japanese General Staff. I gave him two statements about the situation of Poles in Russia. Reactionary "Novoye wremja" learned from indiscreet notes, "Corriere della Serra" on my visit to Tokyo and dopytywały what there doing Dmowski? I managed to keep the fact from the beginning of incognito until the Italian journalist he betrayed my presence.
- One day I went to the post office to give the letter. Suddenly, I see that going down the street two carts pulled by men, as usual, and they see something strange unfamiliar faces, which was very Polish. When you drove closer to my side, I met one passenger: it was Filipowicz. I shouted at him:
- Where are you going as?
Filipowicz said
- For you!
- Well, wait a minute, I'll be here soon.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon, when the three of us started talking - because the second traveler was Pilsudski. Around the fifth left us Filipowicz. Alone in the two talked with Pilsudski to midnight. knew that not convinced - but how much we had common concerns and feelings! Piłsudski said: "Vilify you will not be here, but I will bother you ..." "Do not
beautiful underlined this sentence? Some generations have a common concern, feeling, because I read by the same books, were experiencing the same thing, there were some generational reading, breathe the same atmosphere. For example, builders of the Second Republic were brought up on Sienkiewicz, Zeromski, the generation of the Warsaw Uprising reportedly very liked Joseph Conrad drew inspiration from his books. His Shadow Line listened to an audiobook on the way to a family ski holidays with great pleasure.
And how is it now? 
From the book "Classic Polish Intelligence" excerpt from an interview with Roman Dmowski, where the legendary meeting m.in Dmowski of Jozef Pilsudski in Tokyo:
"And with Jozef Pilsudski, he met Mr. President then?. While
- from contact can be called a nine-talk - that it was not in Krakow, but on the other side of the globe - in Japan. It was in 1905 - said further Dmowski.
- I learned that Pilsudski intends to go to Japan to get help for the forthcoming rise in the Kingdom. For the reasons that you probably know, I saw the uprising as inappropriate and decided to go to Tokyo to paralyze the action of Pilsudski. Also came to Tokyo in front of him.
- In front of him?
- Yes. If I came after him, it would be too late. I adopted several times by the deputy head of the Japanese General Staff. I gave him two statements about the situation of Poles in Russia. Reactionary "Novoye wremja" learned from indiscreet notes, "Corriere della Serra" on my visit to Tokyo and dopytywały what there doing Dmowski? I managed to keep the fact from the beginning of incognito until the Italian journalist he betrayed my presence.
- One day I went to the post office to give the letter. Suddenly, I see that going down the street two carts pulled by men, as usual, and they see something strange unfamiliar faces, which was very Polish. When you drove closer to my side, I met one passenger: it was Filipowicz. I shouted at him:
- Where are you going as?
Filipowicz said
- For you!
- Well, wait a minute, I'll be here soon.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon, when the three of us started talking - because the second traveler was Pilsudski. Around the fifth left us Filipowicz. Alone in the two talked with Pilsudski to midnight. knew that not convinced - but how much we had common concerns and feelings! Piłsudski said: "Vilify you will not be here, but I will bother you ..." "Do not
beautiful underlined this sentence? Some generations have a common concern, feeling, because I read by the same books, were experiencing the same thing, there were some generational reading, breathe the same atmosphere. For example, builders of the Second Republic were brought up on Sienkiewicz, Zeromski, the generation of the Warsaw Uprising reportedly very liked Joseph Conrad drew inspiration from his books. His Shadow Line listened to an audiobook on the way to a family ski holidays with great pleasure.
And how is it now?
Saturday, March 5, 2011
High Hemoglobin Sleep Apnea
With heroes
Empik Today I came across an interesting number of the magazine "civilization" dedicated to heroes and heroism. Well, interesting, something just in time for our scouts, and he is understood to Stas - I thought and bought the magazine in question. In the introduction to an interesting quote from "The Lord of the Rings," Tolkien:
"Sam said:" In the past I thought that the brave heroes of legends, specifically looking for adventures that they wanted to, because they are interesting, and normal life is a bit boring, that worked them, so to speak, for entertainment. But in these legends, which have a deeper meaning and remain in memory, the truth is different. Heroes of the usual fate of their will, despite pulling in the adventure [...]. Probably every one of them, like we had plenty of opportunities along the way to go back, but did not. If one turned around half way, well, we do not know about it, that memory of him was lost. Known only to those who endure to the end, though not always the end was happy .... ".
JRR Tolkien, Lord of the Rings, Volume 2: The Two Towers, switch. M. Skibniewska, Warsaw 2004, p. 397th 
Empik Today I came across an interesting number of the magazine "civilization" dedicated to heroes and heroism. Well, interesting, something just in time for our scouts, and he is understood to Stas - I thought and bought the magazine in question. In the introduction to an interesting quote from "The Lord of the Rings," Tolkien:
"Sam said:" In the past I thought that the brave heroes of legends, specifically looking for adventures that they wanted to, because they are interesting, and normal life is a bit boring, that worked them, so to speak, for entertainment. But in these legends, which have a deeper meaning and remain in memory, the truth is different. Heroes of the usual fate of their will, despite pulling in the adventure [...]. Probably every one of them, like we had plenty of opportunities along the way to go back, but did not. If one turned around half way, well, we do not know about it, that memory of him was lost. Known only to those who endure to the end, though not always the end was happy .... ".
JRR Tolkien, Lord of the Rings, Volume 2: The Two Towers, switch. M. Skibniewska, Warsaw 2004, p. 397th
Compering Quotes For School Annual Day
Why ordinary man betrays his wife away from the integration work? Follow-ups
"He showed a very good mood, he spoke a lot, laughed for no reason and nephew struck his fist in the groin, shouting: - Hey, man! - And once again he had this special look, running it in one, now suddenly in the opposite direction. But his eyes also pay towards a more defined, both at the table, such as mandatory evening walks and social gatherings.
Consul initially did not pay attention to something of a lady Redisch, Polish wife, industrialist sitting at the table, temporarily absent from Ms. Solomon and voracious student in round glasses: because it was just one of many werandujących ladies, stocky and full of brunette, not his youth, starting now turn gray, but with a graceful living a double chin and hazel eyes. There was no question that in terms of culture could be there in plain wits with Ms. Tienappel consuls. However, on Saturday night, after dinner, in consultation with the hall of pajetkami dekoltowanej dress she had on him, he did discover that you have matowobiałe Redisch, strongly compressed, the real a woman's breasts, whose range could be seen quite deep, and is shocked to discover the depths of the soul and delighted mature and refined man, as if it were something new, unexpected and unprecedented. He tried to get to know and met Mrs. Redisch, talked with her long, first standing, then sitting, and went to sleep podśpiewując. The next day Mrs. Redisch was no longer wearing a black dress with pajetkami and was buttoned to the neck, but the Consul knew what he knew and was faithful to his impression. I tried to meet the mandatory walking and talking with her, walked beside her, turned toward her and tilted in any particular way, nalegająco and seductive; przepijał to her at the table, which she received, reveal the smile of gold teeth, which shone on several of its teeth, and in conversation with nephew called her simply "a woman's sake," and began to hum again. All this is Hans Castorp endured with quiet forbearance, the expression on his face saying that it must be so. But it could not enhance the authority of an older cousin and is not harmonized with the mission of the consul. "
Thomas Mann, Magic Mountain, 1924 
"He showed a very good mood, he spoke a lot, laughed for no reason and nephew struck his fist in the groin, shouting: - Hey, man! - And once again he had this special look, running it in one, now suddenly in the opposite direction. But his eyes also pay towards a more defined, both at the table, such as mandatory evening walks and social gatherings.
Consul initially did not pay attention to something of a lady Redisch, Polish wife, industrialist sitting at the table, temporarily absent from Ms. Solomon and voracious student in round glasses: because it was just one of many werandujących ladies, stocky and full of brunette, not his youth, starting now turn gray, but with a graceful living a double chin and hazel eyes. There was no question that in terms of culture could be there in plain wits with Ms. Tienappel consuls. However, on Saturday night, after dinner, in consultation with the hall of pajetkami dekoltowanej dress she had on him, he did discover that you have matowobiałe Redisch, strongly compressed, the real a woman's breasts, whose range could be seen quite deep, and is shocked to discover the depths of the soul and delighted mature and refined man, as if it were something new, unexpected and unprecedented. He tried to get to know and met Mrs. Redisch, talked with her long, first standing, then sitting, and went to sleep podśpiewując. The next day Mrs. Redisch was no longer wearing a black dress with pajetkami and was buttoned to the neck, but the Consul knew what he knew and was faithful to his impression. I tried to meet the mandatory walking and talking with her, walked beside her, turned toward her and tilted in any particular way, nalegająco and seductive; przepijał to her at the table, which she received, reveal the smile of gold teeth, which shone on several of its teeth, and in conversation with nephew called her simply "a woman's sake," and began to hum again. All this is Hans Castorp endured with quiet forbearance, the expression on his face saying that it must be so. But it could not enhance the authority of an older cousin and is not harmonized with the mission of the consul. "
Thomas Mann, Magic Mountain, 1924
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