Patent for sale, it's not a joke. An new invention for all types of latex balloons, you don't have to knot anymore

Author: paulstokvis
Keywords: patent valve latex balloon
Added: April 21, 2007

This video clip introduces the poem 'Mua Kho'. It will be followed by several video clips inviting viewers, especially Vietnamese viewers, to a new way of presenting Vietnamese poetry. (Please see also an article on this new way in 'Selected Papers of the VPS', 2004, Brisbane, Australia ('Mot ap dung ky thuat tin hoc trong viec trinh bay tho',Hoi Chuyen Gia Viet Nam, Tuyen Tap 2004, Brisbane, Australia), or in VPS CD2005) 'Mua Kho' is a narrative poem on the death of a mother in Phu Yen province, Vietnam. The mother, due to poverty of the family and poor health services in her region, had asked her husband to cut open her womb with a kitchen knife to save her baby child during a difficult birth. Unlike her baby child, she did not survive the ordeal. Her death was in the news announced by the SBS Radio (Australia) in its special 1996 Mothers' Day Program. A rough unpoetic translation of the poem Mua Kho from Vietnamese to English will be given in the ensuing video clips. Season Of Passion People are suffering In time of dormant rhymes and rhythms A mother in Phu Yen Her body resembles her homeland It bears deep knife cuts sewn up by disorderly needle threading knotting work bruised flesh red blood paddy fields awaiting her and her husband's labor hospitals as far away as the Milky Way She is crying? -- No Shouting? -- No Screaming at the end of her bearing season? -- No Only murmurs, yes, I hear only her murmurs, only her murmurs '..Patient...my child...be patient...wait for the salvation of the knife!' The knife cuts through her skin and flesh A sharp, deep and long pain enters its heart through its grinding teeth The old corroded sewing needle and flimsy cotton threads in unskillful hands They break; they disintegrate ... In silence: she dies Her child cries The harvest, swiftly, passes away Its body hangs across the sky Their newly harvested post-modernism are enjoyed by rhythms and rhymes In the neant season of an abysmal renovation Thought bleeds its laughter through its aching decayed teeth On the old wobbly bamboo bed the baby cries, cries and cries... In confrontation of the presence of death The old rags sing out their existentialism Soaked in blood of a loveless ism The biblical cord tightens a knot around the neck of intelligence And the cold knife razes down all the summits, Oh disgusting summits of intelligence Flow of milk is set free? Oh the flow of red milk with unsated hunger for live things The day passes out pensively Night is filled with sorrowful moonshines Moonshines that look like breast full of milk of her homeland Oh The baby wants milk Smooching air through closed lips, making loud smooching sounds The moon smiles and lets its shadow join in the baby's play Its white nix milkflow is tossed into the baby's mouth by passing the innocent pale lips The mother passes away The father sings a lullaby 'Au O...my child! 'Stretch your arm out to take the moon lantern! 'Go and fetch your mother for she is waiting in the dark... Light just grins The deformed moon hangs at the top of the tall old tree The day is passed with a deep sleep and smiling dreams The soul flaps its wings primitively The universe has born some milky grains with wild sun ripened color Deep in this season of passion The crowds are so lonely with mouths flying up the sky and ears hear the call of her poor imprisoning homeland They sang sad lullabies Their heart escapes lightning all through the whole dark night Flowers, birds and the sun wake up wondering in the dark of night Rhymes and rhythms flap their wings Gazing at life in its full hi-technicolor A feather of victory in their mouth Flowers of life start blooming from the belly and demanding their right to life The father returns to the land He stops singing the sad lullabies Strings attached to the past are breaking to let know That baby cry brings joy to his life He starts strange new lullabies 'Au O! 'Au O! do you see the sun is wearing a mask 'Au O! this spoon of crushed salted ginger juice 'Drink it up my child so that your lips are no longer pale 'You stay with me always! 'Your mother is alone in a distant place 'You alone at home cuddling up the moon and sleep tight...Au O...' 'Au O your heart still beats at the dawn service 'Au O the crop has crossed the river... Climbing to the top for a starting point of a journey to nothingness Jasmine white milky teeth: weapons for survival Protruding teeth chew kisses from rice and corn grains Spitting out fire into the direct flight to the milk white moon Heart: beating; night: ending; day: agonizing Season: full of passion; people: languishing; rhymes and rhythms: wearing the full moon shadow illusive color (to be continued) PS: Video presenting the whole poem is available from ht333@optusnet.com.au

Author: 333hto
Keywords: Vietnam Poetry Video Presentation IT passions Mua Kho human condition bondage poverty society health services
Added: April 22, 2007

OK it's getting over the top on the toy front. Whilst kiteboarding behind a gentleman's sailing yacht, we managed to flag down Will on MV Happy Bunny as we wanted to try kiteboarding at 40 knots. Not a good idea, we went deep, deep underwater. Some good footage of MV Happy Bunny though - and its pocket rocket ! April 07.

Author: brainmaker
Keywords: motorboats watersports
Added: April 22, 2007

Did you know that God wants to make a trade with you? He has a standing offer every minute of every day, and it's amazing how few of us actually take Him up on it. He wants you to give Him all your cares, problems and failures. In return He'll give you His peace and joy. On top of that, He promises to protect and take care of you. God really does want to take care of us, but in order to let Him, we've got to stop trying to take care of ourselves and worrying about every little thing we can't control. Many people would like for God to take care of them, but they insist on worrying or trying to figure out an answer on their own, instead of waiting for God's direction. They wallow around in puddles of their own worry, wondering why God doesn't give them peace. God will give us peace, but we must first give Him our worries. We give God our worries by trusting that He can and will take care of us. By trusting God, we're able to rest in Him, knowing that He has the situation well under control. Worry, on the other hand, is the opposite of trust. Worry steals our peace, wears us out physically, and can even make us sick. If we're worrying, we're not fully trusting God, and we'll never be able to experience His peace. What a great trade! We give God our worry, and He gives us His peace. We give Him all our cares and concerns, and He gives us His protection, stability and joy. That's the privilege of being cared for by Him. Because He cares for us, He wants us to live in peace and not all tied up in knots of worry. He has ways of guiding us toward peace if we're alert enough to sense His direction. Imagine that you're driving down a road. Along the way there are signs that provide direction or give warning. If you pay attention to the signs and follow their instructions, you will safely reach your destination. In the same way, on the road of life there are spiritual signs along the way. In order to stay under God's protection, you must obey these signs that tell you to trust Him and not worry. Don't be afraid; have courage. If you'll pay attention to these signs, you'll find it's easy to stay on course. You'll experience the protection, peace and joy that only God can provide. However, if you fail to heed the signs, you may notice that the road seems a little bumpier than usual, and you aren't as confident in your ability as you once were. You may become anxious about the unknown things waiting around the corner, and even veer off the road. Anxiety is like putting on a heavy coat on a hot summer day. It weighs you down. It's difficult to move and stifling to wear. According to Webster's Dictionary, anxiety is "a state of being uneasy, apprehensive, or worried...." Sometimes this uneasiness is really vague—something we just can't put our finger on. All we know is that we're uneasy. You and I don't need to be anxious about tomorrow when we have all we can handle today. Even if we manage to solve all our problems today, we'll just have more to deal with tomorrow...and more the next day. Why waste time worrying when it's not going to solve anything? Why be anxious about yesterday, which is gone, or tomorrow, which hasn't arrived yet? Trade in your worries today for God's peace. Remember, everything's going to be all right.

Author: UnitynLove
Keywords: Joel Osteen Lake Wood Ministries Ministry Word Of God Jesus Dont Let Others Steal Your Joy
Added: April 23, 2007

The HH-60 Jayhawk is a twin-engine medium-range search and rescue (SAR) helicopter, based on the airframe of the SH-60 Seahawk. Besides SAR, it is used for drug interdiction, cargo lift, and special operations. It was developed for the United States Coast Guard to replace the aging Sikorsky HH-3F Pelican in 1986. Development The Jayhawk is manufactured by Sikorsky Aircraft Corporation, 42 were built with 35 in operation and another 7 in storage or support roles. The 6,460 lb (2930 kg) fuel capacity allows the Jayhawk to operate for 6:30 hours within a 300 nautical mile radius. The rescue hoist can handle 600 lb (272 kg), but the helicopter is not able to perform water landings as its predcessor the Pelican was. Deployment HH-60J Air Stations CGAS Astoria, Oregon CGAS Clearwater, Florida CGAS Cape Cod, Massachusetts CGAS Elizabeth City, North Carolina CGAS San Diego, California CGAS Sitka, Alaska CGAS Kodiak, Alaska CGAS/ATC Mobile, Alabama Specifications (HH-60J) HH-60 Jayhawk and a 47 foot motor life boat General characteristics Crew: 4, 2 Pilots, 2 Flight Crew Members Capacity: Length: 65 ft (19.8 m) Rotor diameter: 54 ft (16.5 m) Height: 17 ft (5.2 m) Empty: 14,500 lb (6580 kg) Loaded weight: kg ( lb) Maximum gross takeoff weight: 21,884 lb (9926 kg) Powerplant: 2x General Electric T700-GE-401C gas turbines, 1980 hp (1476 kW) each Performance Maximum speed: 180 knots (333 km/h) Cruise speed: 140 knots (260 km/h) Range: 700 nautical miles (1,300 km) Service ceiling: 5000 ft (1520 m) (hovering) Maximum rate of climb: ft/min ( m/s) Power/mass: hp/lb ( kW/kg)

Author: legend813
Keywords: USCG Helo coast guard clearwater beach florida Helicopter jayhawk coastguard
Added: April 25, 2007

Taking my North Rebel 14 out for a fly, in Aspendale... not entirely sure what it was blowing... maybe 13 - 16 knots max?

Author: ilikesmarties
Keywords: kite north rebel pennyryan kiteboarding
Added: April 26, 2007