What’s in your bag, PR Girl?

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="What’s in your bag, PR Girl?" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNtP6W7WC1-fmjWPddw9RnwVeSquvmzRGY9tbQtO_UiVJL5X2mx-gNkHvO4I2d0cFyoVqFRQgOYz5-Aujhr0i5oGoMvhoulXLR3c_0KMGbMMaurWuon13o3VR_JsSiQCROC2A5EANjYE/s1600/people_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="What’s in your bag, PR Girl?" border="0" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNtP6W7WC1-fmjWPddw9RnwVeSquvmzRGY9tbQtO_UiVJL5X2mx-gNkHvO4I2d0cFyoVqFRQgOYz5-Aujhr0i5oGoMvhoulXLR3c_0KMGbMMaurWuon13o3VR_JsSiQCROC2A5EANjYE/s1600/people_4.jpg" title="What’s in your bag, PR Girl?" width="720" /></a></div>Slowly she drifted to the southeast, rising higher and higher as the flames ate away her wooden parts and diminished the weight upon her. Ascending to the roof of the building I watched her for hours, until finally she was lost in the dim vistas of the distance. The sight was awe-inspiring in the extreme as one contemplated this mighty floating funeral pyre, drifting unguided and unmanned through the lonely wastes of the Martian heavens; a derelict of death and destruction, typifying the life story of these strange and ferocious creatures into whose unfriendly hands fate had carried it.<br /><br />Much depressed, and, to me, unaccountably so, I slowly descended to the street. The scene I had witnessed seemed to mark the defeat and annihilation of the forces of a kindred people, rather than the routing by our green warriors of a horde of similar, though unfriendly, creatures. I could not fathom the seeming hallucination, nor could I free myself from it; but somewhere in the innermost recesses of my soul I felt a strange yearning toward these unknown foemen, and a mighty hope surged through me that the fleet would return and demand a reckoning from the green warriors who had so ruthlessly and wantonly attacked it.<br /><br />Close at my heel, in his now accustomed place, followed Woola, the hound, and as I emerged upon the street Sola rushed up to me as though I had been the object of some search on her part. The cavalcade was returning to the plaza, the homeward march having been given up for that day; nor, in fact, was it recommenced for more than a week, owing to the fear of a return attack by the air craft.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">Lorquas Ptomel was too astute an old warrior to be caught upon the open plains with a caravan of chariots and children, and so we remained at the deserted city until the danger seemed passed.</blockquote><br />As Sola and I entered the plaza a sight met my eyes which filled my whole being with a great surge of mingled hope, fear, exultation, and depression, and yet most dominant was a subtle sense of relief and happiness; for just as we neared the throng of Martians I caught a glimpse of the prisoner from the battle craft who was being roughly dragged into a nearby building by a couple of green Martian females.<br /><br />And the sight which met my eyes was that of a slender, girlish figure, similar in every detail to the earthly women of my past life. She did not see me at first, but just as she was disappearing through the portal of the building which was to be her prison she turned, and her eyes met mine. Her face was oval and beautiful in the extreme, her every feature was finely chiseled and exquisite, her eyes large and lustrous and her head surmounted by a mass of coal black, waving hair, caught loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure. Her skin was of a light reddish copper color, against which the crimson glow of her cheeks and the ruby of her beautifully molded lips shone with a strangely enhancing effect.<br /><br />She was as destitute of clothes as the green Martians who accompanied her; indeed, save for her highly wrought ornaments she was entirely naked, nor could any apparel have enhanced the beauty of her perfect and symmetrical figure.<br /><br />As her gaze rested on me her eyes opened wide in astonishment, and she made a little sign with her free hand; a sign which I did not, of course, understand. Just a moment we gazed upon each other, and then the look of hope and renewed courage which had glorified her face as she discovered me, faded into one of utter dejection, mingled with loathing and contempt. I realized I had not answered her signal, and ignorant as I was of Martian customs, I intuitively felt that she had made an appeal for succor and protection which my unfortunate ignorance had prevented me from answering. And then she was dragged out of my sight into the depths of the deserted edifice.<br /><br />As I came back to myself I glanced at Sola, who had witnessed this encounter and I was surprised to note a strange expression upon her usually expressionless countenance. What her thoughts were I did not know, for as yet I had learned but little of the Martian tongue; enough only to suffice for my daily needs.<br /><br />As I reached the doorway of our building a strange surprise awaited me. A warrior approached bearing the arms, ornaments, and full accouterments of his kind. These he presented to me with a few unintelligible words, and a bearing at once respectful and menacing.[full-post]

What’s in your bag, PR Girl?

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FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security

So, quite unexpectedly, my brother found himself, panting, with a cut mouth, a bruised jaw, and bloodstained knuckles, driving along an unknown lane with these two women.<br /><br />He learned they were the wife and the younger sister of a surgeon living at Stanmore, who had come in the small hours from a dangerous case at Pinner, and heard at some railway station on his way of the Martian advance. He had hurried home, roused the women--their servant had left them two days before--packed some provisions, put his revolver under the seat--luckily for my brother--and told them to drive on to Edgware, with the idea of getting a train there. He stopped behind to tell the neighbours. He would overtake them, he said, at about half past four in the morning, and now it was nearly nine and they had seen nothing of him. They could not stop in Edgware because of the growing traffic through the place, and so they had come into this side lane.<br /><br />[soundcloud featured="1" src="84469084"/] <br /><blockquote>'I know what "it" means well enough, when I find a thing,' said the Duck: 'it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what did the archbishop find?'</blockquote>That was the story they told my brother in fragments when presently they stopped again, nearer to New Barnet. He promised to stay with them, at least until they could determine what to do, or until the missing man arrived, and professed to be an expert shot with the revolver--a weapon strange to him--in order to give them confidence.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDXUmplrdrCuqPFkJtwVyBCw40uZprxgiiPuBQdEbeUy4VsH1Z2MRI50bfpeSx3SsvdUv_h3nQaRDMl9t1SMnVsWBJL4ijhknhE0bTSpUaVW_NWhZpzldcYYzW4jbegA8eDL7Ep7DHIQ/s1600/music_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security"><img alt="FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security" border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDXUmplrdrCuqPFkJtwVyBCw40uZprxgiiPuBQdEbeUy4VsH1Z2MRI50bfpeSx3SsvdUv_h3nQaRDMl9t1SMnVsWBJL4ijhknhE0bTSpUaVW_NWhZpzldcYYzW4jbegA8eDL7Ep7DHIQ/s640/music_2.jpg" title="FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">standart also cover in vitro testing</td></tr></tbody></table>Would that I could keep squeezing that sperm for ever! For now, since by many prolonged, repeated experiences, I have perceived that in all cases man must eventually lower, or at least shift, his conceit of attainable felicity; not placing it anywhere in the intellect or the fancy; but in the wife, the heart, the bed, the table, the saddle, the fireside, the country; now that I have perceived all this, I am ready to squeeze case eternally. In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.<br /><br />[ads-post] Now, while discoursing of sperm, it behooves to speak of other things akin to it, in the business of preparing the sperm whale for the try-works.<br /><br />First comes white-horse, so called, which is obtained from the tapering part of the fish, and also from the thicker portions of his flukes. It is tough with congealed tendons—a wad of muscle—but still contains some oil. After being severed from the whale, the white-horse is first cut into portable oblongs ere going to the mincer. They look much like blocks of Berkshire marble.<br /><h3>Then, being prepared for the journey, they all started for the Emerald City;</h3><ol><li>I tried to convince her that I was sincere, but she simply couldn't forget the humiliation that I had put upon her on that other occasion</li><li> "If you mean all that you say you will have ample chance to prove it," she said, "if Jubal does not catch and kill you</li><li> I am in your power, and the treatment you accord me will be the best proof of your intentions toward me</li><li> I am not your mate, and again I tell you that I hate you, and that I should be glad if I never saw you again</li><li>" Dian certainly was candid</li><li> There was no gainsaying that</li><li> In fact I found candor and directness to be quite a marked characteristic of the cave men of Pellucidar</li><li> Finally I suggested that we make some attempt to gain my cave, where we might escape the searching Jubal, for I am free to admit that I had no considerable desire to meet the formidable and ferocious creature, of whose mighty prowess Dian had told me when I first met her</li></ol>

FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security

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Honored at The Photography Awards

[soundcloud src="189279166"/] There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself, 'I wonder what they WILL do next! If they had any sense, they'd take the roof off.' After a minute or two, they began moving about again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say, 'A barrowful will do, to begin with.'<br /><br />'A barrowful of WHAT?' thought Alice; but she had not long to doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the window, and some of them hit her in the face. 'I'll put a stop to this,' she said to herself, and shouted out, 'You'd better not do that again!' which produced another dead silence.<br /><br />Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into her head. 'If I eat one of these cakes,' she thought, 'it's sure to make SOME change in my size; and as it can't possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I suppose.'<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Honored at The Photography Awards" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNjqqJ1etW-VYWmXuqqRe3hF4aDYomkEMoseSI5rmWuyODCtiSNk56FSyPAjLydsccOSideybjKcQH5SjbhFMMHngsv5UuwOdOoOUy-798X52v5evfD72yNAbBS-h-AEpfVh3OaGTdvg/s1600/music_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Honored at The Photography Awards" border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNjqqJ1etW-VYWmXuqqRe3hF4aDYomkEMoseSI5rmWuyODCtiSNk56FSyPAjLydsccOSideybjKcQH5SjbhFMMHngsv5UuwOdOoOUy-798X52v5evfD72yNAbBS-h-AEpfVh3OaGTdvg/s1600/music_1.jpg" title="Honored at The Photography Awards" width="640" /></a></div><br />So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself safe in a thick wood.<br /><br />'The first thing I've got to do,' said Alice to herself, as she wandered about in the wood, 'is to grow to my right size again; and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be the best plan.'<br /><br />It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea how to set about it; and while she was peering about anxiously among the trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a great hurry.<br />An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. 'Poor little thing!' said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle to it; but she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought that it might be hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all her coaxing.<br /><br />Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being run over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy made another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running a very little way forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.<br />This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance.<br /><br />'And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the leaves: 'I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if—if I'd only been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again! Let me see—how IS it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, what?'

Honored at The Photography Awards

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Best Relaxing Places In The World

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48mejE4L_AHb1ltKNTVxMnazAxOdawWWIEW8FWXfF7ZX_VQk8LkRUWFGgDoPqcQcwQaF-3Ud0LatfgUKRroEh_yDfy_lgTXLWES-hq628WJHxLLZuh0hCf4pJgnnHgLfvazprCYcprJk/s1600/nature_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48mejE4L_AHb1ltKNTVxMnazAxOdawWWIEW8FWXfF7ZX_VQk8LkRUWFGgDoPqcQcwQaF-3Ud0LatfgUKRroEh_yDfy_lgTXLWES-hq628WJHxLLZuh0hCf4pJgnnHgLfvazprCYcprJk/s1600/nature_2.jpg" width="720" /></a></div>"In spite of all these diseases, and of all the new ones that continued to arise, there were more and more men in the world. This was because it was easy to get food. The easier it was to get food, the more men there were; the more men there were, the more thickly were they packed together on the earth; and the more thickly they were packed, the more new kinds of germs became diseases. There were warnings. Soldervetzsky, as early as 1929, told the bacteriologists that they had no guaranty against some new disease, a thousand times more deadly than any they knew, arising and killing by the hundreds of millions and even by the billion. You see, the micro-organic world remained a mystery to the end. They knew there was such a world, and that from time to time armies of new germs emerged from it to kill men.<br /><br />"And that was all they knew about it. For all they knew, in that invisible micro-organic world there might be as many different kinds of germs as there are grains of sand on this beach. And also, in that same invisible world it might well be that new kinds of germs came to be. It might be there that life originated—the 'abysmal fecundity,' Soldervetzsky called it, applying the words of other men who had written before him...."<br /><br />It was at this point that Hare-Lip rose to his feet, an expression of huge contempt on his face.<br /><br /><blockquote>"Granser," he announced, "you make me sick with your gabble. Why don't you tell about the Red Death? If you ain't going to, say so, an' we'll start back for camp."</blockquote><br />The old man looked at him and silently began to cry. The weak tears of age rolled down his cheeks and all the feebleness of his eighty-seven years showed in his grief-stricken countenance.<br /><br />"Sit down," Edwin counselled soothingly. "Granser's all right. He's just gettin' to the Scarlet Death, ain't you, Granser? He's just goin' to tell us about it right now. Sit down, Hare-Lip. Go ahead, Granser."<br /><br />The old man wiped the tears away on his grimy knuckles and took up the tale in a tremulous, piping voice that soon strengthened as he got the swing of the narrative.<br /><br />[review]<br />[item review-value="4"]Gameplay[/item]<br />[item review-value="6"]Graphics[/item]<br />[item review-value="10"]Sound[/item]<br />[content title="Summary" label="Overall Score"]My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book Earth in the Balance, and the much more popular Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards but I know you in the future back in our hands.[/content]<br />[/review]

Best Relaxing Places In The World

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About the growing gap profits

As I walked, my eyes were bent upon the beach so that it was not until I had come quite upon it that I discovered that which shattered all my beautiful dream of solitude and safety and peace and primal overlordship. The thing was a hollowed log drawn upon the sands, and in the bottom of it lay a crude paddle.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ChOrrUEYGd6zh1-ChYeAKE9XfEsv1MP2aLgEI6qNhUaHB_fIbOeZsUE3DEa-ql9fG75ExdhbbR6CR3rIjPVOcxYdp9Et99v1dI6O-A2vUuMgo7yuFzc_m24CQHfoYqjgFUqm4Zvmf5I/s320/foods_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="About the growing gap profits"><img alt="About the growing gap profits" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ChOrrUEYGd6zh1-ChYeAKE9XfEsv1MP2aLgEI6qNhUaHB_fIbOeZsUE3DEa-ql9fG75ExdhbbR6CR3rIjPVOcxYdp9Et99v1dI6O-A2vUuMgo7yuFzc_m24CQHfoYqjgFUqm4Zvmf5I/s320/foods_5.jpg" title="About the growing gap profits" width="250" /></a></div>The rude shock of awakening to what doubtless might prove some new form of danger was still upon me when I heard a rattling of loose stones from the direction of the bluff, and turning my eyes in that direction I beheld the author of the disturbance, a great copper-colored man, running rapidly toward me.<br /><br />There was that in the haste with which he came which seemed quite sufficiently menacing, so that I did not need the added evidence of brandishing spear and scowling face to warn me that I was in no safe position, but whither to flee was indeed a momentous question.<br /><br />The speed of the fellow seemed to preclude the possibility of escaping him upon the open beach. There was but a single alternative—the rude skiff—and with a celerity which equaled his, I pushed the thing into the sea and as it floated gave a final shove and clambered in over the end.<br /><br />A cry of rage rose from the owner of the primitive craft, and an instant later his heavy, stone-tipped spear grazed my shoulder and buried itself in the bow of the boat beyond. Then I grasped the paddle, and with feverish haste urged the awkward, wobbly thing out upon the surface of the sea.<br /><br />A glance over my shoulder showed me that the copper-colored one had plunged in after me and was swimming rapidly in pursuit. His mighty strokes bade fair to close up the distance between us in short order, for at best I could make but slow progress with my unfamiliar craft, which nosed stubbornly in every direction but that which I desired to follow, so that fully half my energy was expended in turning its blunt prow back into the course.<br /><br />[pgallery] [img alt="flower" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGcSWb-9HK-DRBMlqcoBlJBZ85QACN-cQSfprNZVFeNSNYTZm8GDWYzE3bhSrEoFJKg_s4LvxXJ4ZRp5phkKWGgWUgAHg6zYKGDzEtoAuhtyUixPIDWmpSHl6tE_C0oeMfrDd0st2SyQ/s320/foods_3.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Interior" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinUlOOO5I9QxsSVY_T5fhrztKdnRO7Z0be7_5P_8sRpAh4a2g-ECtf-zEUz6MUvjzBhKVwnE0z54CNpWonfq0zaqIEU8PxHLE4D5QedBxq9k9ZmUaclvlNQQ1t1secQAAGDMFDTUFsAmc/s1600/foods_4.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Wedding" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqs7e4rY-GMAQUBZRnhXBNsfH-UtiiFKir61M7g66AUmghiv6PflL48cIzVhhVu6fkZgi0fdrjyU_ADuW-9oaTt4tEX59o2vTt_zMilZrAaA4rYPdxrTilzXmDjAxRN7zu2Xeeq2papzGr/s300/blog-511-700x466.jpg"][/img] [img alt="fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitQ7cd7E07afH-YbGmArX0n6X4fNFhcXQFJgEZvcLxmwG8H9E4GdKpAaWnsMAqZZNHms2aMMtsFuWSOOebTZ5ckeJd8owwE4ew7sppknVSAdmP9RE6Dahusd3CMHcwpcwdXBRocjR5m4SD/s300/fashion4-700x357.jpg"][/img] [img alt="other fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBu3n2g6lm4G3TKBBXWzeBzV76PaHIJ1CUtUl0L82fNj6mSKeIXYTMtIBUmPeCOgF97HlrFumZJI4TVxy0TlpVb-HVA7H_bHCyOSqbdQ5TnGMV65Ns6RurAYef0824Rm0oTaFEjlczgs/s1600/foods_6.jpg"][/img] [img alt="cars" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT4jeYOdGpoOXDbOqpo808qgWdRWdGmGtmGmtaeJA0r3ZLCaD9kNuGjRedrZOpuyEcfkukpVYuGs-btwE-Pxr9-RQRZjO4nKCklRdw5qyei1FlJNnbUYgwehtAW109tLKG4jfaebIuo-sf/s300/Bmw-I8-Concept-Spyder-HD-Wallpaper-1080p.jpg"][/img] [/pgallery] <br /><br />I had covered some hundred yards from shore when it became evident that my pursuer must grasp the stern of the skiff within the next half-dozen strokes. In a frenzy of despair, I bent to the grandfather of all paddles in a hopeless effort to escape, and still the copper giant behind me gained and gained.<br />His hand was reaching upward for the stern when I saw a sleek, sinuous body shoot from the depths below. The man saw it too, and the look of terror that overspread his face assured me that I need have no further concern as to him, for the fear of certain death was in his look.<br /><br />And then about him coiled the great, slimy folds of a hideous monster of that prehistoric deep—a mighty serpent of the sea, with fanged jaws, and darting forked tongue, with bulging eyes, and bony protuberances upon head and snout that formed short, stout horns.<br /><br />As I looked at that hopeless struggle my eyes met those of the doomed man, and I could have sworn that in his I saw an expression of hopeless appeal. But whether I did or not there swept through me a sudden compassion for the fellow. He was indeed a brother-man, and that he might have killed me with pleasure had he caught me was forgotten in the extremity of his danger.

About the growing gap profits

As I walked, my eyes were bent upon the beach so that it was not until I had come quite upon it that I discovered that which shattered all my beautiful dream of solitude and safety and peace and prima…

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