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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
connect the dots ... the bigger picture ...
Sunday, May 29, 2011
MGM Grand Las Vegas to open in Vietnam
Las Vegas firm invests in Vietnam luxury resort
LookAtVietnam - Asian Coast Development Ltd., currently developing Vietnam’s first large-scale integrated resort, has entered an agreement to receive a US$95 million investment from Las Vegas-based Pinnacle Entertainment.
The Canadian real estate company, also known as ACDL, is the developer of the Ho Tram Strip, a group of integrated resorts located on more than 400 acres of land in the southern province of Ba Ria-Vung Tau.
With the agreement, Pinnacle has acquired a 26 percent interest in ACDL, marking its entry to the “rapidly growing Asian gaming market,” the casino operator said in a statement on Thursday.
Pinnacle said it will enter into a management agreement through 2058, with the potential for a 20-year extension, for the second resort of the multi-phase construction plans for Ho Tram Strip.
The Ho Tram Trip is located approximately 80 miles southeast of Ho Chi Minh City. The planned first resort of the beachfront project, MGM Grand Ho Tram, is under construction with a planned opening in 2013. It will be managed by MGM Hospitality, a subsidiary of MGM Resorts International.
“This transaction is an important endorsement for Vietnam’s growing profile as a world-class tourism destination, and we look forward to opening the MGM Grand Ho Tram in 2013,” Gamal Aziz, President and CEO of MGM Hospitality
Pinnacle said Ho Tram is “the ideal project” for Pinnacle Entertainment.
“We are delighted to be a part of Vietnam’s strategic vision for the further development of its tourist industry, an investor in ACDL and a partner on the Ho Tram Strip project,” said Anthony Sanfilippo, President and Chief Executive Officer of Pinnacle Entertainment. “Featuring luxurious amenities in a breathtaking oceanfront location, the Ho Tram Strip is sure to attract guests from throughout Asia.”
Source: Thanh Nien
Saturday, May 28, 2011
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Saturday, May 21, 2011
Microscopic essay on scatology
Nothing in the least will make me think differently: the scatological matters, or the turd in itself, it's something more noble than we think, even reaching hills of aesthetic grace, and erotic esoteria, dear reader: what would be more delicious than receiving a cuntfart while sucking a nymph's twat? Or maybe, receiving merely her shit on your face, while licking her round anus?
The excrement may be, as well, matter of ethnographic-religious pride, for instance, and according to Macrobius, the Greek gave the god Kronos the nickname "Sterculeus", which comes from "stercus", meaning shit, crap, or in other words, for those wise Greek, Kronos was the supreme shitter, unsurpassed anal voider, inenarrable defecator, always victor, in the virile exuberance of his excreta, notion that linked the celestial Olympus with the sad mortals by means of the intestinal product.
Personally I deem only worthy of attention that stool which is heavy and categorical, loud in felicitous farts when falling down, warm in joyous steam when appearing, vigorously aromatic and infused with spirited odours, with a slightly wooden appearance, luxuriant in the florid voluptuosity of its bombast, hardened like a log, and content in its own hugeness, that's shit ladies & gents, don't come to me with morbid droppings, with soft and silent excretions, with anemic, almost diarrhoeal pieces, no: I want my bowel movements merry and passionate, extravagant, I want the pieces long and phallic, with little pieces of bean or rice encrusted in it, a real alarm for the olfactory nerves.
I need the release to be riotous, buoyant, almost sexual in its copious and jocund abandon, or as Lord Beaconsfield once said:
"The shit of a real man, a man that manages Empires, it shall be heard from a distance, and certainly smelled from the colonies."
On the other hand, my dear friends, the classic literature it's saturated with scatology, which seems to be one of our last taboos, curiously, or maybe we're more conservative than we think.
Personally my first pleasure in the mornings, is releasing a massive, succulent, heavy, smokey; insane shitload on the throne, reading Rabelais.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Photo Exhibit by Monks
Photo exhibition by Minister and Buddhist monks
VietNamNet Bridge – Nearly 100 photos featuring love for life are now displayed at the “Leica – Live” exhibition, which opened on May 18, at 29 Hang Bai Street, Hanoi.
Of nearly 100 photos, some were taken in the 1990s. Ministeer Hoang Tuan Anh contributes only one black-and-white photo, which portrayed Professor of aesthetics Duong Viet A.
Two Buddhist monks, Venerable monk Thich Minh Hien and Venerable monk Thich Minh Phuong contribute pictures depicting the daily life at pagodas.
Named “Live”, the exhibition introduces pictures that were taken overseas, for example Tibet Code by Duc Thanh, Street Circus in Hamburg by Nguyen Chi Trung or Float Market in Seoul by Khuat Tuan Anh.
There are some “special” pictures, including one about the opening ceremony of a class in Phu Son Prison in Thai Nguyen Province, which was taken by Hoang Minh Tri in April 2011.
The exhibition has the participation of many famous photographers like Hoai Linh, Viet Thanh, Duong Minh Long and Tran Viet Dung.
The exhibition will close on May 24.
Some pictures at the exhibition:
Portrait of Prof. Duong Viet A by Minister Hoang Tuan Anh.
A photo by Venerable monk Thich Minh Hien.
West Lake afternoon by Phan Huu Lap.
K Hospital (Cancer and Turmor Hospital) by Tran Viet Dung.
Street Circus in Hamburg by Nguyen Tri Chung.
Billiard by Nguyen Minh Tri.
Taking pipe by Do Anh Tuan.
Musician Trinh Cong Son lighted a cigarette for musician Van Cao by Duong Minh Long.
A photo by Venerable monk Thich Minh Phuong.
A photo by Venerable monk Thich Minh Hien.
The opening ceremony of a class at Phu Son Prison by Hoang Minh Tri.
Pregnant woman by Do Anh Tuan.
Reading newspaper on the lakeside by Hoai Linh.
Incense producing enterprise by Viet Thanh.
Float market in Seoul by Khuat Tuan Anh.
Doing morning exercise on the lakeside by Tran Viet Dung.
Bicycle pumping service on pavement by Le Tung Anh.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Inception to the Woman of the Wolves
The following chronicle began in the hills of Cuera, council of Llanes, at the east of the Asturian country, north west of the Iberian Peninsula; comarques where Ana MarÃa GarcÃa was born, in 1623, daughter of Xuan and Turibia, harvesters of their land, in their days.
The first years of her life were hard: shortly after her birth she was orphaned and her life became an ordeal, her siblings and other relatives considered she was a burden, and she was thus embarked on a journey through different clans.
Up to 3 years Ana stayed at the home of Catalina Xuarez and Xuan GarcÃa, she then was sent to the home of Diego Soga, brother of the latter, with whom she lived until she was 7, later, Ana arrived at the home of Xuan Gutiérrez de Ardisana, where she lived until age 14.
Then she's got pregnant of Fran Soga, another relative, and escaped back to Llanes, specifically to the hamlet where lived Turibia Sánchez, possibly another relative.
Ana was 20 years old when she developed a close relationship with an old witch, known throughout the region, and more specifically, in the hamlet of Bricia, named Catalina González; that magic-woman played a special role in the circle of Asturian witches, an evil priestess who captured teenage followers to form part of their gatherings, (akelarre) of which there aren't known details.
This enigmatic woman with cadaverous face, she taught Ana the knowledge of nature, black arts, and their magical connection with animals and, more specifically, with the wolves...the terrifying power to summon demons in the form of beasts of seven colors, the invocation of beings from the underworld that simply obey an order, rituals which belonged to the European satanism she learned, like the invocation of wolves, or the akelarre, sexual feast of unknown characteristics, but the symbolism of the goat, and its subterranean connections with the ancient Saturnalia.
Thus began a transcendental relationship that would last until death, Catalina not only was her mentor in the communication with the beyond, but instructed her in the art of preparing all kinds of ointments and potions, consisting of botanically unclassified plants, and intestines of beasts, archaic remedies lost in the mists of time, that formed an introduction, which ended the day the old witch died.
The delivery 'in articulo mortis' of certain object, as scholars in medieval witchcraft consider, it does establish a link between the learner and the master, the transmission of the 'giftt' from witch to witch: Catalina, in the eve of her death, conveyed her 'power' to the novice magician.
The West.
The death of her chimerical companion made the direction of Ana MarÃa shift toward the high mountains of the south west, there, amid the rugged mountains and thick forests, she mixed with the people of the bran pilgrimage, and their livestock caravans in search of good pasture, the Vaqueirus, men and women of a degraded race of unknown origin, who didn't belong to any clan.
According to certain source, the Vaqueirus (Vaqueros in Spanish, from vaca: cow), they were a residual population, descendant of Moors, witches and Normans, and practiced the endogamy until today, there is a strange ritual among them: the mothers breastfeed their babies tied to a table.
Still in the present day they are banned from entering the church, in certain Asturian rural hamlets.
As reflected in the files that make up the summary of the Inquisition, she moved first to the meadows of X...and there she joined two Vaqueirus from A..., along with them she went to Covadonga (Cuadonga), also known as "The cavern of The Lady", a magic place and sanctuary of the Virgin Mary, the reason of this strange visit of the witch and her Vaqueirus it's unknown.
Day after day, the repudiated Vaqueirus were able to witness with horror the alleged magical powers of Ana MarÃa, and her relations with the wolves, animal that personified in those days most of the terrors for the man in the rural Europe...not surprisingly, the witches knew how to negotiate with the beasts of the countryside, since they were immune to the disturbing power of the wolf stare (If unexpected and suddenly they met in the forest, and the beast fixed its eyes into the eyes of a human, the consequences could be dire.)
According to the Marquis de Villena, this is explained partially in his "Treaties on Witches":
"It can serve as a demolishing example about how horrid and infernal the lupine stare is, that first, it makes the man lose his voice completely, and then, it makes the man unable to move, at all..."
As time went by, the Ana MarÃa's name did spread through the fields and hills of the Asturian country, she kept livestock safe from diseases and accidents, as well as took care of pastors, preparing concoctions made of stag horn, bear grease, wolf and wild boar teeth, and snakes, toads, worms, slugs or leeches, as she was a specialist in the manufacture of remedies with the pharmacopoeia that was found in the flora and fauna of the Astur mountains.
...During 3 years she was practicing her arts, and escaping from the Inquisition, among herdsmen and shepherds, in times when the Asturian country was the most isolated and barbaric province of the Peninsula, on the other hand, the Inquisition's Holy Office, always willing to chase Jews and witches, they used to turn a blind eye in the province, due to the poor education of its people, the insecurity of its paths, full of wild beasts and bandits, and the belief that the inhabitants of Asturias had a clean source of blood.
Notwithstanding, in 1648 she was arrested.
A trial
"Criminal charges on Ana MarÃa GarcÃa, otherwise called the Llobera, natural place of birth Pousada, in the council of Llanes, Asturias, imprisoned in secret prisons.
And I say that while the above mentioned was named Christian, and estimate the common opinion and held and reputed as such, and enjoying immunities, privileges and exemptions as other Catholics and Christians tend to enjoy, she, forgetting her obligations, ungrateful, and despising so many unique benefits, committed offense against God our Lord and against his holy faith ..."
1. That (...) in place of the council of Llanes, certain person of extremely relaxed and heinous life, advised her if she wanted to walk with wolves, and charm, in order to it she had to give to the Devil her right arm (...) and so she gave the Devil her right arm, saying, 'I offer this right arm.'
2. That she went with the (forbidden) shepherds of the mountains for three years, and walked with three of them, and she was involved in dishonest carnal commerce with them (...) and then she entered into circles on the ground, and giving a whistle seven wolves came in different colors, which were devils, and they went after her wherever she went, and when she was inside (the circle) they went around without entering it, and sometimes they came without being called, and sometimes because she called them to be with her.
3. That the carnal familiarity she had with the demons in the form of wolves, it was so close, that she could not find peace without their company.
An uncertain outcome
Suddenly, three months after her imprisonment, she was released mysteriously with no charges, Ana returned to the northern Cantabrian mountain range, to refuge herself in its thick forests, and its unreal ecosystem, living in the caves of Cangas del Narcea.
Some said have seen her in the hamlets of the comarque, sometimes, Llarón, Xarceléi, Zreicéu, Uviéi, Bisuyu, Xedré, Llinares, Tabladiellu, Llumés, Villatexil, Xichón, Outardexú, Soucéu, remote villages lost in the stone paths of the profound Asturies, where the social structure still kept characteristics of the Stone Age.
According to the chronicle, after she walked on the waters of the holy river (RÃu Narcea) one afternoon of June of 1666, she ran like wild and furious, entering the near forest, her screams still were heard for miles, "her hairs were snakes, as snakes her screaming blasphemies were..."
It was the last terrestrial day Ana MarÃa was seen.
Despite the exposure of the elements, and the obscure corners where the story seemed to have go, where the madness gets blended with the enigmatic, the ethnic and the atavic, when we cross the steep mountain roads in the Principality, including its hidden or secluded forests and green meadows, its impassable roads, and its stone bridges, demolished by the passage of time, still there's something that wasn't said, about a spirit that today it seems, for a while, to be still alive.
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Rice Fields of Vietnam
Beautiful scenes in the home of terraced fields
VietNamNet Bridge – Summer is here. The rice is almost ripe. If you don’t know where to go, let’s go to Mu Cang Chai, the home of terraced fields, to admire ripening rice.Here are some pictures of Mu Cang Chai in the time of ripen rice:
On the road to Mu Cang Chai – the peak of Khau Pha hill.
Terraced fields.
La Pan Tan – a mountain village of H’mong, around 15 kilometers from
Mu Cang Chai. Before 1996, this village was the land of poppies. All families planted poppy.
All people were poppy addicts. The local government had to implement a special
policy to gradually rub out poppies.
In the first year, each old person was allowed to keep 100sq.m of poppy field.
The area of poppy for each old person was reduced in the second year,
and poppy was banned completely in the third year.
At present, rice has replaced poppy in this land.
Local H’mong people now have a better life. La Pan Tan has been r
ecognized as a national landscape in 2007.
Terraced field in La Pan Tan.
Cu Que Nha, a commune in Mu Cang Chai.
Ethnic minority women harvest rice.
Hai Anh (photo: phuot.com)
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
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connect the dots ...
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| I have just returned from my Big Bear Lake Retreat, my personal theme is: Connect the dots |
Lycaon and the dry Lands
The King Lycaon of Arcadia, he was the son of Pelasgus; Pelasgus was the first man on Earth, and he also was an autochton, because he was born from the soil and mud of the Mother Earth, and they lived in the antediluvian world.
And Lycaon was well-known for his impertinence and impiety, well-known he was, in Olympus, as among the sad mortals.
One afternoon Zeus, father of men and master of kings, he visited the 22 palaces of Lycaon, disguised as a poor, old man, tired of the roads, and begging for the king's hospitality.
King Lycaon was obscenely rich, and his palaces had innumerable bedchambers, which were empty, but even so, King Lycaon sent the old beggar to sleep in the stable of the horses, because he was cruel, and fornicated with his 50 daughters.
Late at night, King Lycaon entered the stable where the beggar was sleeping, to try to kill him with a dagger, but a sudden apparition was seen in the stable, it was like the ghost of a wolf, and King Lycaon escaped afraid.
Zeus, father of men, he projected himself mentally the fantasm, though he pretended to be sleeping.
The next day, at midday, King Lycaon unexpectedly invited the beggar (who was actually Zeus) to eat with him, at the royal table, because Lycaon was ruminating to do some evil, and Zeus knew it.
King Lycaon announced that himself would prepare banquet for the poor man, and commanded the cooks and maids to get out of the kitchen immediately.
King Lycaon, secretly in the kitchen, he slaughtered a slave and cooked his limbs in a horrid stew: a while later, Lycaon served the repugnant banquet to Zeus.
Zeus, father of men, completely indignant and furious, took off his beggar's outfit, and showed his real identity: King Lycaon, tranced in panic tried to run away from the fury of Zeus, but Zeus turned him into a horrid creature, half-wolf, half-man.
King Lycaon, now was a strange hybrid, head of wolf, with torso of man, and small legs, like the legs of a wolf...confused and desperate Lycaon started running across his golden corridors, now on two legs, now on four, unable to speak, since his mind was animalized, as well.
In his ardent rage, Zeus, ruler of the thunderbolt, incinerated the palaces, and fulminated the 50 sons and 50 daughters of King Lycaon by electric discharges.
The world was horrible, and it was chastised with the flood, the human civilizations were erased by water.
When the waters withdrew, and the Earth got dry again, only werewolves were the new-first inhabitants.
It's lycanthropy
Lycanthropy
Lycanthropy
Lycanthropy
LYCANTHROPY
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