Barack Obama may be wranglingwith health reform, job creation and an up-coming election but the most pivotalpolitical issue of the day is the ingredients in his favourite chili recipe.
The dish appears on his latest social networking sign-up, Pinterest - an online scrapbookand image-sharing site that is fast becoming the hottest place to be 'seen' for the online community.On the page, which already has nearly 9,000 followers, pictures of Obama-themed cupcakes, Bo the Obamas' dog and voter-friendly infographicfact sheets have been posted by the President's campaign team.
However it's the Obamas' cooking habits that are proving most controversial.
The chili recipe contains all the usual ingredients: onions, garlic, groundbeef, tomatoes and red kidney beans, but it's the addition of red wine vinegarthat is creating a stir.
One commentator, Dina Fraioli, writes: 'this is SO NOT how you make chili.'It's not even chili! There's hardly any chili spice in it! I want a super hot, hot, hot chili. I expect more President Obama!'
However, Mary Johanna defends the President with: 'There are probably a thousand different ways to make a chilli, so why don't you whiners all chill out.
While PorterfieldsFineArt says: 'I like Obama's whole page. But I'm more interested in what Michelle might pin.'
As well as cooking, the page taps into the nation's love of animals. On the pet lovers' page, supporters browse photos of the President enjoying some downtimewith the family's Portuguesewater dog Bo.
Barack Obama already has a powerful presence on social networking sites, such as Tumblr, Facebook and Foursquare, and Pinterest is the latest in his campaign arsenal
2012年6月4日星期一
2012年6月3日星期日
the girl who change my lift
My childhood and adolescence were a joyous outpouring of energy, a ceaseless quest for expression, skill, and experience. School was only a
background to the supreme delight of lessons in music, dance, and dramatics, and the thrill of sojourns in the country, theaters, concerts.
And books, big Braille books that came with me on streetcars, to the table, and to bed. Then one night at a high school dance, a remark, not
intended for my ears, stabbed my youthful bliss: “That girl, what a pity she is blind.” Blind! That ugly word that implied everything dark, blank,
rigid, and helpless. Quickly I turned and called out, Please don’t feel sorry for me, I’m having lots of fun. But the fun was not to last.
With the advent of college, I was brought to grips with the problem of earning a living. Part-time teaching of piano and harmony and, upon
graduation, occasional concerts and lectures, proved only partial sources of livelihood. In terms of time and effort involved, the financial
remuneration was disheartening. This induced within me searing self-doubt and dark moods of despondency. Adding to my dismal sense of inadequacy was
the repeated experience of seeing my sisters and friends go off to exciting dates. How grateful I was for my piano, where—through Chopin, Brahms,
and Beethoven—I could mingle my longing and seething energy with theirs. And where I could dissolve my frustration in the beauty and grandeur of
their conceptions.
Then one day, I met a girl, a wonderful girl, an army nurse, whose faith and stability were to change my whole life. As our acquaintance ripened
into friendship, she discerned, behind a shell of gaiety, my recurring plateaus of depression. She said, “Stop knocking on closed doors. Keep up
your beautiful music. I know your opportunity will come. You’re trying too hard. Why don’t you relax, and have you ever tried praying?”
The idea was strange to me. It sounded too simple. Somehow, I had always operated on the premise that, if you wanted something in this world, you
had to go out and get it for yourself. Yet, sincerity and hard work had yielded only meager returns, and I was willing to try anything.
Experimentally, self-consciously, I cultivated the daily practice of prayer. I said: God, show me the purpose for which You sent me to this world.
Help me to be of use to myself and to humanity.
In the years to follow, the answers began to arrive, clear and satisfying beyond my most optimistic anticipation. One of the answers was Enchanted
Hills, where my nurse friend and I have the privilege of seeing blind children come alive in God’s out-of-doors. Others are the never-ending
sources of pleasure and comfort I have found in friendship, in great music, and, most important of all, in my growing belief that as I attune my
life to divine revelation, I draw closer to God and, through Him, to immortality.
Right under our nose in our home cities and town on our sofas and lap a quiet invasion has been taking place. The cat is now officially the most
popular pet in the Western world. In Britain alone it's reckoned there are 12 million cat a vast,softly purring army which it seems we are utterly
powerless to resist.
background to the supreme delight of lessons in music, dance, and dramatics, and the thrill of sojourns in the country, theaters, concerts.
And books, big Braille books that came with me on streetcars, to the table, and to bed. Then one night at a high school dance, a remark, not
intended for my ears, stabbed my youthful bliss: “That girl, what a pity she is blind.” Blind! That ugly word that implied everything dark, blank,
rigid, and helpless. Quickly I turned and called out, Please don’t feel sorry for me, I’m having lots of fun. But the fun was not to last.
With the advent of college, I was brought to grips with the problem of earning a living. Part-time teaching of piano and harmony and, upon
graduation, occasional concerts and lectures, proved only partial sources of livelihood. In terms of time and effort involved, the financial
remuneration was disheartening. This induced within me searing self-doubt and dark moods of despondency. Adding to my dismal sense of inadequacy was
the repeated experience of seeing my sisters and friends go off to exciting dates. How grateful I was for my piano, where—through Chopin, Brahms,
and Beethoven—I could mingle my longing and seething energy with theirs. And where I could dissolve my frustration in the beauty and grandeur of
their conceptions.
Then one day, I met a girl, a wonderful girl, an army nurse, whose faith and stability were to change my whole life. As our acquaintance ripened
into friendship, she discerned, behind a shell of gaiety, my recurring plateaus of depression. She said, “Stop knocking on closed doors. Keep up
your beautiful music. I know your opportunity will come. You’re trying too hard. Why don’t you relax, and have you ever tried praying?”
The idea was strange to me. It sounded too simple. Somehow, I had always operated on the premise that, if you wanted something in this world, you
had to go out and get it for yourself. Yet, sincerity and hard work had yielded only meager returns, and I was willing to try anything.
Experimentally, self-consciously, I cultivated the daily practice of prayer. I said: God, show me the purpose for which You sent me to this world.
Help me to be of use to myself and to humanity.
In the years to follow, the answers began to arrive, clear and satisfying beyond my most optimistic anticipation. One of the answers was Enchanted
Hills, where my nurse friend and I have the privilege of seeing blind children come alive in God’s out-of-doors. Others are the never-ending
sources of pleasure and comfort I have found in friendship, in great music, and, most important of all, in my growing belief that as I attune my
life to divine revelation, I draw closer to God and, through Him, to immortality.
Right under our nose in our home cities and town on our sofas and lap a quiet invasion has been taking place. The cat is now officially the most
popular pet in the Western world. In Britain alone it's reckoned there are 12 million cat a vast,softly purring army which it seems we are utterly
powerless to resist.
i am the first man who love you
As the years went by, I left Visakhapatnam and travelled around the world, met many beautiful girls at the various exotic places I visited. But
I never forgot her! A man’s first love would always have an enduring place in his heart.
And now, I was back in Visakhapatnam, almost ten years later. As I walked down the slope towards the beach, in my mind’s eyes I could still
vividly envision the playfully 18)sublime look on her face—her gentle smile and communicative eyes—even if ten years had passed. I could not
contain the mounting excitement and anticipation in me; I was desperately yearning to see her again. It was a 19)forlorn hope but I felt flushed
with optimism.Reaching the beach, I noticed that the sun was well clear of the horizon. I glanced at my watch—almost seven o’clock. I hastened my
step, almost breaking in to a run, and reached the fish market where I stood at the exact same spot, where we used to have our rendezvous at
sunrise.
Trembling with anticipation 20)verging on anxiety, I looked around with searching eyes. Nothing had changed. The scene was exactly the same as I
had left it ten years ago. There was only one thing missing—she wasn’t there! I had 21)drawn out the short straw! I felt 22)crestfallen. My mind
went blank and I stood motionles overcome with gloom, when suddenly, I felt that familiar electrifying touch, the same shiver and the familiar
thrill. It jolted me back to reality, as quick as lighting. As she softly put two promfret fish in my hand I was feeling in the 23)seventh Heaven.
Looking at her, I was not disappointed. Her beauty had enhanced with age. Yet, something had changed, indeed. Yes! It was her eyes. Her large
brown eyes did not dance so teasingly anymore. There was a trace of sadnes a sense of tender 24)poignancy in her liquid brown eye as she bid me her
unspoken “good-bye”. Dumbstruck by the abruptness of the event and the enormity of the moment, I stood frozen like a statue, unable to react or
say anything. It was only when she was leaving that I noticed that there was no mangalsutra around her slender neck anymore.
As the big weekend approaches I am more and more worried that I might break up during my toast so as a pre-emptive strike please accept this letter
and gifts. My feelings about you and your marriage are personal and while I hope to share the sentiments with those at the dinner, it's more
important to me that you realize how much I love you and how proud I am of the amazing woman you have become.
My memory for specifics is terrible but my memory for how precious you were as a child is vivid. I loved cradling you in my arms in the wee
hours of the morning when you awoke for a bottle, draping your sleepy body over my shoulder when you were too pooped to walk, giving you under
doggies in the park, tossing you high in the air in the pool in Marine, and reading kids books on the floor of the Denver book store with you on my
lap. From your first days you have had a quiet, beautiful, and kind demeanor. You are thoughtful, sensitive, caring and loving. You were, and still
are, an angel.
When I think of you as an adult, I think of your big heart. It's your heart that has led you to be a bright point of light causing millions of
meals to be served to hungry kids. It is your heart that has led you to your vegetarian lifestyle. It is your heart that helps you care for family
and friends in need. For these reasons I have selected three hearts that are this dad's gift to his soon to wed daughter.
One heart is a locket with a picture of you and me together. It's a reminder that of the men in your life I loved you first and will always love
you forever and ever---the kind of unconditional love that your granny and grandpa have all their kids and grandkids all their lives.
The second heart is made of jade and has the Chinese character "Fu". Jade represents luck and "Fu" means happiness. Maria and I want your life
to be filled with both. David is a very good man, a lucky man, and when I see you two together, arms draped over neck and around waist, we see
happiness. You guys have fun together, a child like fun that we hope lasts a lifetime.
The third heart is just pretty and represents your beauty, not the vane kind but the inside and out kind. You are wonderful, loving gift from
god, a beautiful human being.
So we are thrilled that you are entering this exciting phase of your life, we're thrilled that you have landed in a family that places family as
the highest priority in life, one that has swallowed up in the Lauren clan, remember that your mom and I loved you first and, along with Maria we
will love and support you always.
Finally, the wedding will be amazing. I can't wait to see you walk down the aisle in your beautiful gown. And I can't wait to dance with you in
celebration. My hope is that the event and the whole weekend will bring lasting memories, like an epic move.
A father's greatest dream is that his child's life is filled with joy---that is my hope for you, our hope for you and David.
。
This from your devoted and proud...Dad
P.S. I can't wait to love your kids the way I love you.
I never forgot her! A man’s first love would always have an enduring place in his heart.
And now, I was back in Visakhapatnam, almost ten years later. As I walked down the slope towards the beach, in my mind’s eyes I could still
vividly envision the playfully 18)sublime look on her face—her gentle smile and communicative eyes—even if ten years had passed. I could not
contain the mounting excitement and anticipation in me; I was desperately yearning to see her again. It was a 19)forlorn hope but I felt flushed
with optimism.Reaching the beach, I noticed that the sun was well clear of the horizon. I glanced at my watch—almost seven o’clock. I hastened my
step, almost breaking in to a run, and reached the fish market where I stood at the exact same spot, where we used to have our rendezvous at
sunrise.
Trembling with anticipation 20)verging on anxiety, I looked around with searching eyes. Nothing had changed. The scene was exactly the same as I
had left it ten years ago. There was only one thing missing—she wasn’t there! I had 21)drawn out the short straw! I felt 22)crestfallen. My mind
went blank and I stood motionles overcome with gloom, when suddenly, I felt that familiar electrifying touch, the same shiver and the familiar
thrill. It jolted me back to reality, as quick as lighting. As she softly put two promfret fish in my hand I was feeling in the 23)seventh Heaven.
Looking at her, I was not disappointed. Her beauty had enhanced with age. Yet, something had changed, indeed. Yes! It was her eyes. Her large
brown eyes did not dance so teasingly anymore. There was a trace of sadnes a sense of tender 24)poignancy in her liquid brown eye as she bid me her
unspoken “good-bye”. Dumbstruck by the abruptness of the event and the enormity of the moment, I stood frozen like a statue, unable to react or
say anything. It was only when she was leaving that I noticed that there was no mangalsutra around her slender neck anymore.
As the big weekend approaches I am more and more worried that I might break up during my toast so as a pre-emptive strike please accept this letter
and gifts. My feelings about you and your marriage are personal and while I hope to share the sentiments with those at the dinner, it's more
important to me that you realize how much I love you and how proud I am of the amazing woman you have become.
My memory for specifics is terrible but my memory for how precious you were as a child is vivid. I loved cradling you in my arms in the wee
hours of the morning when you awoke for a bottle, draping your sleepy body over my shoulder when you were too pooped to walk, giving you under
doggies in the park, tossing you high in the air in the pool in Marine, and reading kids books on the floor of the Denver book store with you on my
lap. From your first days you have had a quiet, beautiful, and kind demeanor. You are thoughtful, sensitive, caring and loving. You were, and still
are, an angel.
When I think of you as an adult, I think of your big heart. It's your heart that has led you to be a bright point of light causing millions of
meals to be served to hungry kids. It is your heart that has led you to your vegetarian lifestyle. It is your heart that helps you care for family
and friends in need. For these reasons I have selected three hearts that are this dad's gift to his soon to wed daughter.
One heart is a locket with a picture of you and me together. It's a reminder that of the men in your life I loved you first and will always love
you forever and ever---the kind of unconditional love that your granny and grandpa have all their kids and grandkids all their lives.
The second heart is made of jade and has the Chinese character "Fu". Jade represents luck and "Fu" means happiness. Maria and I want your life
to be filled with both. David is a very good man, a lucky man, and when I see you two together, arms draped over neck and around waist, we see
happiness. You guys have fun together, a child like fun that we hope lasts a lifetime.
The third heart is just pretty and represents your beauty, not the vane kind but the inside and out kind. You are wonderful, loving gift from
god, a beautiful human being.
So we are thrilled that you are entering this exciting phase of your life, we're thrilled that you have landed in a family that places family as
the highest priority in life, one that has swallowed up in the Lauren clan, remember that your mom and I loved you first and, along with Maria we
will love and support you always.
Finally, the wedding will be amazing. I can't wait to see you walk down the aisle in your beautiful gown. And I can't wait to dance with you in
celebration. My hope is that the event and the whole weekend will bring lasting memories, like an epic move.
A father's greatest dream is that his child's life is filled with joy---that is my hope for you, our hope for you and David.
。
This from your devoted and proud...Dad
P.S. I can't wait to love your kids the way I love you.
The love of two pigs
Wen and Zhe are pigs. They accept accepted anniversary added and been in
adulation back they were little.
They adulation anniversary added so much, as if there were no others in the world.
Zhe takes actual acceptable affliction of Wen.
When they accept dinner, Zhe consistently affluence the best for Wen.
Wen grows fat appropriately beneath Zhe's acceptable care.
But on a aphotic airy night, their adept decides to advertise the fatter one to the butcher's house.
Watching Wen in her sleep, Zhe stays advanced alive that night. He knows that Wen will be the one if things go on like this.
Zhe decides to cede himself. For the aboriginal time in his life, Zhe starts a action with Wen, which break his affection so bad.
However Wen tries, Zhe never talks to her anymore.
After that, Zhe consistently has fat commons after cat-and-mouse up for Wen. Wen starts to abbreviate down because of the heartbreak. But Zhe gets bigger and bigger
everyday.
Zhe writes down " I Adulation You" on the bank the night afore death.
Zhe is taken abroad from Wen forever. "If words can't allege themselves, my afterlife will say it all."
Wen assuredly sees what Zhe has done for her. She doesn't even accept a adventitious to say " I Adulation You" to Zhe now.
Wen decides to leave the abode that has the sad anamnesis and reside her own life, aswell Zhe's.
They adulation anniversary added so much, as if there were no others in the world.
Zhe takes actual acceptable affliction of Wen.
When they accept dinner, Zhe consistently affluence the best for Wen.
Wen grows fat appropriately beneath Zhe's acceptable care.
But on a aphotic airy night, their adept decides to advertise the fatter one to the butcher's house.
Watching Wen in her sleep, Zhe stays advanced alive that night. He knows that Wen will be the one if things go on like this.
Zhe decides to cede himself. For the aboriginal time in his life, Zhe starts a action with Wen, which break his affection so bad.
However Wen tries, Zhe never talks to her anymore.
After that, Zhe consistently has fat commons after cat-and-mouse up for Wen. Wen starts to abbreviate down because of the heartbreak. But Zhe gets bigger and bigger
everyday.
Zhe writes down " I Adulation You" on the bank the night afore death.
Zhe is taken abroad from Wen forever. "If words can't allege themselves, my afterlife will say it all."
Wen assuredly sees what Zhe has done for her. She doesn't even accept a adventitious to say " I Adulation You" to Zhe now.
Wen decides to leave the abode that has the sad anamnesis and reside her own life, aswell Zhe's.
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