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Alcott</category><category>Corey</category><category>tourism</category><category>Rupert Murdoch</category><category>book</category><category>television</category><category>hospitality</category><category>options</category><category>time</category><category>life</category><category>Dorian Gray</category><category>John Searle</category><category>Aristotle</category><category>entertainment</category><category>optimism</category><category>dictionary</category><category>religion</category><category>queen</category><category>colors</category><category>money making</category><category>Samurai</category><category>Auster</category><category>warning</category><category>witch</category><category>sociology</category><category>drugs</category><category>brand</category><category>money</category><title>WORTH TO BE BLOGGED</title><description>interesting quotes by interesting blokes</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WorthToBeBlogged" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="worthtobeblogged" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-530729517202001300</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-13T21:29:36.160+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">design</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">basics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">career</category><title>Or even an office bed!</title><description>If you were starting your career over again what would you do differently? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I don't think I did anything really wrong. Maybe I'd get a good office chair right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Adrian Shaughnessy from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How to be a graphic designer, without losing your soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-530729517202001300?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/12/or-even-office-bed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-6366135531235518990</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-05T09:00:02.471+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scam</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edgar Allan Poe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diddle</category><title>100 000 EUR doodled on my account. Yiha!</title><description>A very simple diddle, indeed, is this. The captain of a ship which is about to sail, is presented by an official looking person, with an unusually moderate bill of city charges. Glad to get off so easily, and confused by a hundred duties pressing upon him all at once, he discharges the claim forthwith. In about fifteen minutes, another less reasonable bill is handed him by one who soon makes it evident that the first collector was a diddler, and the original collection a diddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Edgar Allan Poe from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Works Of Edgar Allan Poe complete and unabridged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-6366135531235518990?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2009/01/100-000-eur-doodled-on-my-account-yiha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-3573722448744363232</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-29T11:10:25.543+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bible</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><title>Please-identify-your-location</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SVe5roeS3TI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VQCzkPSvhvw/s1600-h/FOX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SVe5roeS3TI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VQCzkPSvhvw/s320/FOX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284896846992563506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31:11. And the angel of God said to me in my sleep: Jacob. And I answered: Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Anonymous from&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; The Bible, Old Testament &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-3573722448744363232?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/12/identify-your-location-request-identify.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SVe5roeS3TI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VQCzkPSvhvw/s72-c/FOX.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-5826650589677408869</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 07:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-22T10:05:17.788+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">biology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">alpha male</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">female</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Green</category><title>Simon says</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SUzIgCZYUHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9nlWfBPDHj4/s1600-h/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SUzIgCZYUHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9nlWfBPDHj4/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281816915723440242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest cell in humans is the ovum, or female sex cell, at a full mm in diameter. After that comes the nerve cell. The smallest human cell is the male sperm cell. So who says size matters? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;by Jonathan Green from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Match Wits with the Kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-5826650589677408869?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/12/simon-says.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SUzIgCZYUHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9nlWfBPDHj4/s72-c/IMG_0313.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-7928528236677503985</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-15T09:00:01.175+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">facts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">psychology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intelligence</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Einstein</category><title>Genius knows no facts</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SUUwlVIL8yI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Owsx3dllXLw/s1600-h/DIG03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SUUwlVIL8yI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Owsx3dllXLw/s320/DIG03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279679556046549794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is told that the great scientist Einstein was once asked how many feet are there in a mile. Einstein's reply was, "I don't know. Why should I fill my brain with facts I can find in two minutes in any standard reference book?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by David J. Schwartz from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Magic of Thinking Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-7928528236677503985?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/12/genius-knows-no-facts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SUUwlVIL8yI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Owsx3dllXLw/s72-c/DIG03.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-1142177603380229072</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 08:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T09:58:05.537+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">news</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">important notice</category><title>This is not from a book</title><description>In order to keep up with you demanding readers (we mean that as a compliment!) and maintain the quality of posts here, we’re moving from daily posts to a weekly one. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It will be published on Mondays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Also, from now on we’re inviting you to send us book extracts that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; think are intriguing, boring, amazing, weird, cool or just...WORTH TO BE BLOGGED about. The invitation is open and ongoing so when you discover something...let us know and stay cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PRACTICAL INFO &lt;br /&gt;The quote should be in English around 100 words long. We also need the name of the author and a title. If you want to send us a photo, please make sure it's royalty and copyright free or you have the permission to use it (if you don't have one we'll choose it for you!). It should be a jpg, gif, bmp or png image of 8 MB maximum size. Also, send us a link if you want one to be included in the post. The mailing address is bluzica at net.hr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-1142177603380229072?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-not-from-book.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-8066935148318705526</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2008 08:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-07T14:19:14.766+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Taylor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">defiance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Byron</category><title>Surprise!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK47kjydDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_uogGKcTvjo/s1600-h/dummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK47kjydDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_uogGKcTvjo/s320/dummy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274481447169848370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who once enquired of the younger Byron what he would like best in the world got the answer: "To be an incredibly beautiful prostitute with a sharp sting in my bottom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by D.J. Taylor from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bright Young People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-8066935148318705526?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/surprise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK47kjydDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_uogGKcTvjo/s72-c/dummy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-4598644505235124855</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 08:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-06T11:22:02.284+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Baudrillard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">social theory</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">language</category><title>I thought you said you were satisfied</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK4LCzWIII/AAAAAAAAAG8/R_d3Y3iANN0/s1600-h/arcanum-21-world-250x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK4LCzWIII/AAAAAAAAAG8/R_d3Y3iANN0/s320/arcanum-21-world-250x500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274480613474574466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as those receiving blood transfusions run the viral risk of AIDS, so those receiving language transfusions run the viral risk of the contamination of meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Jean Baudrillard from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fragments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There's another post on &lt;a href="http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/problems-problems-problems.html"target="_blank"&gt;language&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-4598644505235124855?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-thought-you-said-you-were-satisfied.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK4LCzWIII/AAAAAAAAAG8/R_d3Y3iANN0/s72-c/arcanum-21-world-250x500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-6257748254499994350</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-05T06:30:01.033+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">art critics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">impressionists</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ochoa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Corey</category><title>Reality check</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK8nEptWRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vDTQiAyM-bw/s1600-h/musicMarineCarnegieHall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK8nEptWRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vDTQiAyM-bw/s320/musicMarineCarnegieHall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274485493053872402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a terrifying spectacle is this of human vanity stretched to the verge of dementia. Someone should tell M. Pissarro forcibly that trees are never violet, that the sky is never the color of fresh butter, that nowhere on earth are things to be seen as he paints them." - Art critic in the French periodical Le Figaro critiquing the work of Camille Pissarro and other painters at the impressionist exhibition of 1876&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by George Ochoa and Melinda Corey from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The timeline book of The Arts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-6257748254499994350?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/12/reality-check.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK8nEptWRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vDTQiAyM-bw/s72-c/musicMarineCarnegieHall.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-6819740413174162109</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 07:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-04T09:24:08.606+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rich</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vonnegut</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">excuse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">money</category><title>Now that we agree it's priceless...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK6bYkVjRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/38Mqb8IlxFI/s1600-h/sunsetPacificLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK6bYkVjRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/38Mqb8IlxFI/s320/sunsetPacificLR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274483093218364690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's engaged to a very rich girl," said Billy's mother.&lt;br /&gt;"That's good," said Rosewater. "Money can be a great comfort sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;"It really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"Of course it can."&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't much fun if you have to pinch every penny till it screams."&lt;br /&gt;"It's nice to have a little breathing room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Kurt Vonnegut from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Slaughterhouse 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-6819740413174162109?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-that-we-agree-its-priceless.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK6bYkVjRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/38Mqb8IlxFI/s72-c/sunsetPacificLR.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-6889397950968821384</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 03:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T09:01:15.044+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Balog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">options</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">advantages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">consequences</category><title>Knowing your options</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK1lDxCUjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/t2u5zkvfAU8/s1600-h/thread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK1lDxCUjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/t2u5zkvfAU8/s320/thread.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274477761875038770"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go down stairs in a number of ways. On one leg, on two, on all fours, backwards, on your backside, and sliding down the banister.&lt;br /&gt;Each method has its own advantages and drawbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Zvonimir Balog from &lt;font style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nice manners&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-6889397950968821384?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/knowing-your-options.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK1lDxCUjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/t2u5zkvfAU8/s72-c/thread.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-8264395692829334843</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-02T08:51:44.065+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Louvre</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">traditionalism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paris</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">architecture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Brown</category><title>No changes please! Ever!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK-o2wQp3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_66GkOF21WE/s1600-h/bicycling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK-o2wQp3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_66GkOF21WE/s320/bicycling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274487722706249586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new entrance to the Paris Louvre had become almost as famous as the museum itself. The controversial, neomodern glass pyramid designed by Chinese-born American architect I.M. Pei still evoked scorn from traditionalists who felt it destroyed the dignity of the Renaissance courtyard. Goethe had described architecture as frozen music, and Pei's critics described pyramid as fingernails on a chalkboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Dan Brown from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-8264395692829334843?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-changes-please-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STK-o2wQp3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_66GkOF21WE/s72-c/bicycling.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-6395419561082236242</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T09:02:38.879+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Aristotle</category><title>The truth about you being my friend</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STEXZ3L0LoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8sv6WQ8eyHI/s1600-h/257-Music-q75-385x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STEXZ3L0LoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8sv6WQ8eyHI/s320/257-Music-q75-385x500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274022371705237122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a friend to many people, in the way of the perfect friendship, is not possible; just as you cannot be in love with many at once: it is, so to speak, a state of excess which naturally has but one object; and besides, it is not an easy thing for one man to be very much pleased with many people at the same time, not perhaps to find many really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Aristotle from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nicomachean Ethics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-6395419561082236242?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth-about-you-being-my-friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STEXZ3L0LoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8sv6WQ8eyHI/s72-c/257-Music-q75-385x500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-824188137231706756</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-30T12:36:29.968+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Toby Litt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">paparazzi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stress</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">celebrity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fame</category><title>Asking oneself</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STBE-AlkytI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FdQtkD7ACe8/s1600-h/014-detail-miniature-writer-in-front-of-castle-q75-327x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STBE-AlkytI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FdQtkD7ACe8/s320/014-detail-miniature-writer-in-front-of-castle-q75-327x500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273790995751029458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    How would you like to be treated like that? How would &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; like the teensiest weensiest details of your lives to be known by everyone? How would &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; like the pressure and the stress of not ever being able to go out the front door without being followed, your every move documented, your every word printed? How would &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; like your pain to be turned into publicity and your grief into gossip.&lt;br /&gt;    But, no, you didn't think about that, did you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Toby Litt from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adventures in capitalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-824188137231706756?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/asking-oneself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/STBE-AlkytI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FdQtkD7ACe8/s72-c/014-detail-miniature-writer-in-front-of-castle-q75-327x500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-9157736070566256241</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-29T11:14:37.908+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oscar Wilde</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hedonism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dorian Gray</category><title>The pleasure of being civilized</title><description>Lord Henry shrugged his shoulders. "My dear fellow, medieval art is charming, but medieval emotions are out of date. One can use them in fiction, of course. But then the only things that one can use in fiction are the things that one has ceased to use in fact. Believe me, no civilized man ever regrets a pleasure, and no uncivilized man ever knows what pleasure is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Oscar Wilde from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There's another &lt;a href="http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/paradox-of-perfection.html"target="_blank"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; related post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-9157736070566256241?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/pleasure-of-being-civilized.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-7148582582755031643</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 07:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T09:06:08.604+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Auster</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New York</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">colors</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">literature</category><title>To be replaced with Smith</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SS7XB6xuNSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mz2Z5wy5agE/s1600-h/snowManhattan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SS7XB6xuNSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mz2Z5wy5agE/s320/snowManhattan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273388641655076130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all there is Blue. Later there is White, and then there is Black, and before the beginning there is Brown. Brown broke him in, Brown taught him the ropes, and when Brown grew old, Blue took over. That is how it begins. The place is New York, the time is the present, and neither one will ever change. Blue goes to his office every day and sits at his desk, waiting for something to happen. For a long time nothing does, and then a man named White walks through the door, and that is how it begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Paul Auster from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The New York Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-7148582582755031643?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-be-replaced-with-smith.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SS7XB6xuNSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mz2Z5wy5agE/s72-c/snowManhattan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-60120451589999884</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-27T09:47:08.695+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marshall</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">optimism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pessimism</category><title>Help me Doc!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SS1zVcvxkQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ztG0Rjud90k/s1600-h/greatHornedOwl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SS1zVcvxkQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ztG0Rjud90k/s320/greatHornedOwl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272997551051739394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT help being happy. I’ve struggled against it but no good. There is, I am well aware, no virtue whatever in this. It results from a combination of heredity, health, good fortune and shallow intellect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTHUR MARSHALL, British broadcaster, 1910–89 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;from The Optimist’s / Pessimist’s Handbook&lt;/span&gt; by Niall Edworthy &amp; Petra Cramsie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-60120451589999884?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/help-me-doc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SS1zVcvxkQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ztG0Rjud90k/s72-c/greatHornedOwl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-3253813379685245540</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-26T08:40:06.570+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mount</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Latin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tatoo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">celebrity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Beckham</category><title>Love me in Latin</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSxDNGBPYKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vOTJFdtGWwM/s1600-h/0221-Philip-James-Bailey-q75-500x341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSxDNGBPYKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vOTJFdtGWwM/s320/0221-Philip-James-Bailey-q75-500x341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272663155977183394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Beckham did not study Latin at Chingford School in Essex. The subject had long been off the state school curriculum by the time he got there in the late 1980s. Still, when it comes to his body art, the footballer is a dedicated Latinist. Of the nine tattoos on his body, three are in Latin (and two of the others, “Victoria” and “Romeo”, are Latin-inspired names). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Harry Mount from A&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mo, Amas, Amat…and All That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-3253813379685245540?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-me-in-latin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSxDNGBPYKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vOTJFdtGWwM/s72-c/0221-Philip-James-Bailey-q75-500x341.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-2471440839581764006</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 09:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-25T11:00:08.255+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oscar Wilde</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marketing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parrish</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">business</category><title>The paradox of perfection</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSvMhzZZJHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7H7xgodMi-8/s1600-h/0000-inside-cover-q75-297x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSvMhzZZJHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7H7xgodMi-8/s320/0000-inside-cover-q75-297x500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272532669871760498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Marketing Problem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde wrote: “The play was a great success but the audience was a total failure.” Some people tell me their business is fine – the problem is the customers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by David Parrish from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;T-Shirts and Suits: A Guide to the Business of Creativity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-2471440839581764006?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/paradox-of-perfection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSvMhzZZJHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7H7xgodMi-8/s72-c/0000-inside-cover-q75-297x500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-4486303970108142359</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 07:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-24T08:44:55.827+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Houellebecq</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">organisation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hierarchy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">alpha male</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sociology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">animals</category><title>Are we human?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSpbDRnSEtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jlawRXSGLOg/s1600-h/peopleDancerCuba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSpbDRnSEtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jlawRXSGLOg/s320/peopleDancerCuba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272126425616487122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal societies, for the most part are organised according to a strict hierarchy where rank relates directly to the psychical strength of each member. The most dominant male in the group is known as the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;alpha male&lt;/span&gt;, his nearest rival the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;beta male&lt;/span&gt;, and so on down to the weakest of the group, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;omega male&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Michel Houellebecq from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Atomised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-4486303970108142359?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-we-human.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSpbDRnSEtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jlawRXSGLOg/s72-c/peopleDancerCuba.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-2555500823076745556</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 10:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-23T11:50:54.918+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pauling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">exercise</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chemistry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">specialized</category><title>It's good for your health</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSadNQGGWII/AAAAAAAAAFU/E_A7cWvjuHc/s1600-h/Fold15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSadNQGGWII/AAAAAAAAAFU/E_A7cWvjuHc/s320/Fold15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271073264868153474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poisonous &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;botulinus&lt;/span&gt; organism does not grow in canned vegetables if the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;H is less than 4.5. Some investigators (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Journal of Chemical Education&lt;/span&gt;, 22, 409, 1945) have recommended that in home canning of nonacid foods, such as beans, without a pressure canner a quantity of hydrochloric acid be added. The amount of hydrochloric acid recommended is 25 ml of 0.5 N hydrochloric acid per half-liter jar. Calculate the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;H that this solution would have, assuming it originally to be neutral, and neglecting the buffering action of the organic material. Also calculate the amount of baking soda (NaHCO3), measured in teaspoonfuls, that would be required to neutralize the acid after the jar is open. One teaspoon equals 4 grams of baking soda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Linus Pauling from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;General Chemistry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-2555500823076745556?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-good-for-your-health.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSadNQGGWII/AAAAAAAAAFU/E_A7cWvjuHc/s72-c/Fold15.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-8252791228148212852</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2008 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-22T09:29:39.618+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">computers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">John Searle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">science</category><title>And I don't care if you don't like my design</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSQjXWj3yOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dWYar45PJT8/s1600-h/DSC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSQjXWj3yOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dWYar45PJT8/s320/DSC00004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270376348030322914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin Minsky of MIT says that the next generation of computers will be so intelligent that we will "be lucky if they are willing to keep us around as household pets". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by John Searle from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Minds, brains and science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-8252791228148212852?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-i-dont-care-if-you-dont-like-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSQjXWj3yOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dWYar45PJT8/s72-c/DSC00004.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-4548321090901700440</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 09:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-21T10:23:23.940+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">King Lear</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">passivity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">activity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">proactive</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Shakespeare</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">literature</category><title>Every action has a reaction</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSVvByOBakI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4fsTc6b3Akc/s1600-h/newgreen600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSVvByOBakI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4fsTc6b3Akc/s320/newgreen600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270741015358171714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING LEAR&lt;br /&gt;The vines of France and milk of Burgundy&lt;br /&gt;Strive to be interest; what can you say to draw&lt;br /&gt;A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORDELIA&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING LEAR&lt;br /&gt;Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORDELIA&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING LEAR&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will come out of nothing: speak again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by William Shakespeare from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;King Lear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-4548321090901700440?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/every-action-has-reaction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSVvByOBakI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4fsTc6b3Akc/s72-c/newgreen600.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-111479817506741787</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 07:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T09:30:52.965+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">actors</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ingrid Bergman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movie stars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chandler</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">film</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oscar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">biography</category><title>Oh Prudence</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSUbJQaiewI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9esViC-UFYc/s1600-h/maskCat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSUbJQaiewI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9esViC-UFYc/s320/maskCat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270648784746085122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella was with her mother when they heard it announced that Ingrid had been nominated for her third Oscar. "It was on the radio," Isabella remembered, "and Mama said, "Oh, no! Now I have to think of the dress!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Charlotte Chandler from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ingrid: Ingrid Bergman, a Personal Biography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There's another post on &lt;a href="http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/10/by-jean-cocteau-from-opium-diary-of.html"target="_blank"&gt;film actors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-111479817506741787?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-prudence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSUbJQaiewI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9esViC-UFYc/s72-c/maskCat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3701529963116191679.post-386452544103957288</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 08:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T11:53:48.964+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">saint</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">devil</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">witch</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dictionary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bierce</category><title>Back to basics</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSPwCJ2IttI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0PeE97z0Z8k/s1600-h/womanSmokingCigarCuba12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSPwCJ2IttI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0PeE97z0Z8k/s320/womanSmokingCigarCuba12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270319908746999506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;. Belief without evidence in what is told by one who speaks without knowledge, of things without parallel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SAINT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;. A dead sinner revised and edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WITCH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;. (1) Any ugly and repulsive old woman, in a wicked league with the devil. (2) A beautiful and attractive young woman, in wickedness a league beyond the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Ambrose Bierce from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Devil's Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chosen by &lt;a href="http://www.unige.ch/fapse/psychosociale/collaborateurs/selimbegovic.html"target="_blank"&gt;Leila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3701529963116191679-386452544103957288?l=worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worthtobeblogged.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-basics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bmm)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNGJgeVPxjI/SSPwCJ2IttI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0PeE97z0Z8k/s72-c/womanSmokingCigarCuba12.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

