Alameda Quotes

Bloodlines and last names didn't make a man extraordinary — the extraordinary existed in what we did in life, not in who we were.

We are not defined by our lack of fear—Dad had said, smiling as Ethan let our four-year-old brother tackle him—but rather by what we choose to do when facing the nightmare.

ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

We are not defined by our lack of fear but rather by what we choose to do when facing the nightmare.

They stood among their horses in the squalid little alameda while the wind ransacked the trees and the birds nesting in the gray twilight cried out and clutched the limbs and the snow swirled and blew across the little square and shrouded the shapes of the mud buildings beyond and made mute the cries of the vendors who’d followed them.

Fortune favors the bold," he said. "But she'll only fall for a bloke who's got an ace up his sleeve.

Estupefacta, como un ramal abandonado de una alameda. A mí todo y cada uno - me es igual y que en suma lo más indiferente pueda ser - la patria antigua - sumado.

Hallowell, in his very savvy book Connect, cites the 1979 Alameda

The homeless dudes on Alameda all have legs any runway model would kill for, and sometimes I think of giving them money, but— I don’t know, I’ve got bills to not pay, and drinks to make people buy for me.

Huey Newton laid down his life for us,” Stokely Carmichael had said the same night. But of course Huey Newton had not yet laid down his life at all, was just here in the Alameda County Jail waiting to be tried,

Tierra seca, tierra quieta de noches inmensas. (Viento en el olivar, viento en la sierra.) Tierra vieja del candil y la pena. Tierra de las hondas cisternas. Tierra de la muerte sin ojos y las flechas. (Viento por los caminos. Brisa en las alamedas.)

A single mud street rutted from the recent rains. A squalid alameda where there stood a rotting brushwood gazebo and a few old iron benches. The trees in the alameda had been freshly whitewashed and the upper trunks were lost in the dark above the light of the few lamps yet burning so that they looked like plaster stagetrees new from the mold. The horses stepped with great weariness among the dried rails of mud in the street and dogs barked at them from behind the wooden gates and doors they passed.

De nuestros colosales sueños, llegamos a casa para hallar Una majestuosa metrópolis de catacumbas Erguida en los profundos pasadizos de nuestra mente. Las verdes alamedas donde nos regocijábamos se han transformado En la infernal guarida de unos peligros diabólico

Quisieron enterrarnos, no sabían que éramos semillas. They tried to bury us, but they didn’t know we were seeds.

Con diecisiete años, no puedes ser formal. —¡Una tarde, te asqueas de jarra y limonada, de los cafés ruidosos con lustros deslumbrantes! —Y te vas por los tilos verdes de la alameda. ¡Qué bien huelen los tilos en las tardes de junio! El aire es tan suave que hay que bajar los párpados; Y el viento rumoroso —la ciudad no está lejos— trae aromas de vides y aromas de cerveza.

O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me woud I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

E num domingo de repouso, depois do almoço, quando o vinho já estiver dizendo coisas mornas em nossas cabeças, e o sol lá fora já estiver tombando para o outro lado, eu e você sairemos de casa para fruir a plenitude de um passeio; cortando o bosque, andando depois pela alameda de ciprestes, e deixando logo para trás, em torno da capela, a elegia das casuarinas, responderemos aos apelos das palmas dos coqueiros que nos chamam para os pastos despojados, nos convidando com insistência a deitar no ventre fofo das campinas; e, quando já tivermos, debaixo de um céu arcaico, tingido nossos dentes com o sangue das amoras colhidas no caminho, só então nos entregaremos ao silêncio, vasto e circunspecto, habitado nessa hora por insetos misteriosos, pássaros de vôo alto e os sinos distantes dos cincerros [...] Tantas coisas nos esperam, me estenda a tua mão, é tudo o que te peço

Social support helps to ameliorate physiological stress. The close links between health and the social environment have been amply demonstrated. In the Alameda County study, those more socially isolated were more susceptible to illness of many types. In three separate studies of aging people, five-year mortality risks were associated directly with social integration: the more socially connected a person was, the lower their risk of death. “Social ties and support,” a group of researchers concluded, “… remain powerful predictors of morbidity and mortality in their own right, independent of any associations with other risk factors." For the adult, therefore, biological stress regulation depends on a delicate balance between social and relationship security on the one hand, and genuine autonomy on the other. Whatever upsets that balance, whether or not the individual is consciouslyaware of it, is a source of stress.

«Me dirijo a aquellos que serán perseguidos, para decirles que yo no voy a renunciar: pagaré con mi vida la lealtad del pueblo. Siempre estaré junto a ustedes. Tengo fe en la patria y su destino. Otros hombres superarán este momento y mucho más temprano que tarde se abrirán las grandes alamedas por donde pasará el hombre libre, para construir una sociedad mejor. ¡Viva el pueblo! ¡Vivan los trabajadores! Éstas serán mis últimas palabras. Tengo la certeza de que mi sacrificio no será en vano.»

Demonio que has perdido definitivamente tu trompeta. ¿Qué más te daba? Un ángel se rompió en mil pedazos al nacer tu desdicha, un ángel guardián de tu pobre infancia. Yo sé que entonces alimentabas tu curiosidad palpando el ojo moreno de un adolescente, el anillo encantado, allí donde más tarde habrías de repasar día a día tu lengua maligna. Arcángel anal, ojo de Dios persignando tus vicios. ¿Qué más te daba? Has sido la Diabla en los abismos de la Alameda en esas noches donde aparece un hombre muerto a puntapiés, en el infierno de esta ciudad conventual. Has sido máquina de cardar tu lana sodomita, tu lengua mordaz en mi cuerpo. Ahora, en cambio eres Ángel de luz, ángel de tercera, pues navegas suavemente entre flores de sedas como las novias de Chagall, mientras tu funeral prosigue con ritmo de adoración.

Mas quando, depois de acariciar os rafeiros no pátio, desembocávamos da alameda de plátanos, e diante de nós se dividiam matutinamente, mais brancos entre o verde matutino, os caminhos coleantes da quinta, toda a sua pressa findava, e penetrava na Natureza com a reverente lentidão de quem penetra num templo. E repetidamente sustentava ser «contrário à Estética, à Filosofia, e à Religião andar depressa através dos campos». De resto, com aquela subtil sensibilidade bucólica que nele se desenvolvera, e incessantemente se afinava, qualquer breve beleza, do ar ou da terra, lhe bastava para um longo encanto. Ditosamente poderia ele entreter toda uma manhã, caminhar por entre um pinheiral, de tronco a tronco, calado, embebido no silêncio, na frescura, no resinoso aroma, empurrando com o pé as agulhas e as pinhas secas. Qualquer água corrente o retinha, enternecido naquela serviçal actividade, que se apressa, cantando, para o torrão que tem sede, e nele se some, e se perde. E recordo ainda quando me reteve meio domingo, depois da missa, no cabeço, junto a um velho curral desmantelado, sob uma grande árvore, - só porque em torno havia quietação, doce aragem, um fino piar de ave na ramaria, um murmúrio de regato entre canas verdes, e por sobre a sebe, ao lado, um perfume, muito fino e muito fresco, de flores escondidas.

Nunca durmo: vivo e sonho, ou antes, sonho em vida e a dormir, que também é vida. Não há interrupção na minha consciência: sinto o que me cerca se não durmo ainda, ou se não durmo bem; entro logo a sonhar desde que deveras durmo. Assim, o que sou é um perpétuo desenrolamento de imagens, conexas ou desconexas, fingindo sempre de exteriores, umas postas entre os homens e a luz, se estou desperto, outras postas entre os fantasmas e a sem-luz que se vê, se estou dormindo. Verdadeiramente, não sei como distinguir uma coisa da outra, nem ouso afirmar se não durmo quando estou desperto, se não estou a despertar quando durmo. A vida é um novelo que alguém emaranhou. Há um sentido nela, se estiver desenrolada e posta ao comprido, ou enrolada bem. Mas, tal como está, é um problema sem novelo próprio, um embrulhar-se sem onde. Sinto isto, que depois escreverei, pois que vou já sonhando as frases a dizer, quando, através da noite de meio-dormir, sinto, junto com as paisagens de sonhos vagos, o ruído da chuva lá fora, a tornarmos mais vagos ainda. São adivinhas do vácuo, trémulas de abismo, e através delas se escoa, inútil, a plangência externa da chuva constante, minúcia abundante da paisagem do ouvido. Esperança? Nada. Do céu invisível desce em som a mágoa água que vento alça. Continuo dormindo. Era, sem dúvida, nas alamedas do parque que se passou a tragédia de que resultou a vida. Eram dois e belos e desejavam ser outra coisa; o amor tardava-lhes no tédio do futuro, e a saudade do que haveria de ser vinha já sendo filha do amor que não tinham tido. Assim, ao luar dos bosques próximos, pois através deles se coava a lua, passeavam, mãos dadas, sem desejos nem esperanças, através do deserto próprio das áleas abandonadas. Eram crianças inteiramente, pois que o não eram em verdade. De álea em álea, silhuetas entre árvore e árvore, percorriam em papel recortado aquele cenário de ninguém. E assim se sumiram para o lado dos tanques, cada vez mais juntos e separados, e o ruído da vaga chuva que cessa é o dos repuxos de para onde iam. Sou o amor que eles tiveram e por isso os sei ouvir na noite em que não durmo, e também sei viver infeliz

When someone can find some way to direct a team’s or an organization’s attention toward the people affected by what it does (and away from members’ own needs and wants), they will take greater responsibility for doing the right thing. This was certainly true for those radiologists who detected more errors in X-rays when the patient’s picture was staring back at them. It was also evident when CEO Wright Lassiter at the Alameda Health System convinced union leaders that their patients—and ultimately the workers they represented—would be better off if their members took a shuttle to and from an employee parking lot rather than to compete with patients for parking spots.

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LA TIERRA DE ALVARGONZÁLEZ Siendo mozo Alvargonzález, dueño de mediana hacienda, que en otras tierras se dice bienestar y aquí, opulencia, en la feria de Berlanga prendóse de una doncella, y la tomó por mujer al año de conocerla. Muy ricas las bodas fueron y quien las vio las recuerda; sonadas las tornabodas que hizo Alvar en su aldea; hubo gaitas, tamboriles, flauta, bandurria y vihuela, fuegos a la valenciana y danza a la aragonesa. II Feliz vivió Alvargonzález en el amor de su tierra. Naciéronle tres varones, que en el campo son riqueza, y, ya crecidos, los puso, uno a cultivar la huerta, otro a cuidar los merinos, y dio el menor a la Iglesia. III Mucha sangre de Caín tiene la gente labriega, y en el hogar campesino armó la envidia pelea. Casáronse los mayores; tuvo Alvargonzález nueras, que le trajeron cizaña, antes que nietos le dieran. La codicia de los campos ve tras la muerte la herencia; no goza de lo que tiene por ansia de lo que espera. El menor, que a los latines prefería las doncellas hermosas y no gustaba de vestir por la cabeza, colgó la sotana un día y partió a lejanas tierras. La madre lloró; y el padre diole bendición y herencia. IV Alvargonzález ya tiene la adusta frente arrugada, por la barba le platea la sombra azul de la cara. Una mañana de otoño salió solo de su casa; no llevaba sus lebreles, agudos canes de caza; iba triste y pensativo por la alameda dorada; anduvo largo camino y llegó a una fuente clara. Echóse en la tierra; puso sobre una piedra la manta, y a la vera de la fuente durmió al arrullo del agua

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La idea llegó una noche de trabajo en común cuando estábamos todas sentadas bajo el árbol de la alameda y los niños ya se habían acostado. Salió de la boca de una de nosotras, como una burbuja que viene a explotar en la superficie del estanque.

Instead, FTX had simply loaned Alameda all of the high-frequency traders’ deposits . . . for free!

From its founding in the spring of 2019 until July 2021, when it finally persuaded a bank in San Diego called Silvergate Capital¶ to open an account in its name, FTX had no straightforward way to accept dollar deposits. In Sam’s telling, the dollars sent in by customers that had accumulated inside of Alameda Research had simply never been moved. Until July 2021, there was no other place to put them, as FTX had no US dollar bank accounts. They’d been listed on a dashboard of FTX’s customer deposits but remained inside Alameda’s bank accounts. Sam also claimed that, right up until at least June 2022, this fact, which others now found so shocking, hadn’t attracted his attention. He wasn’t managing Alameda Research; Caroline was.

It was never clear where Alameda Research stopped and FTX started. Legally separate companies, they were both owned by the same person. They occupied the same big room on the twenty-sixth floor of an office building. They shared the same vista of the forest of high-rises surrounding Victoria Harbor and, twenty miles beyond that, China.

Torrance Police Department sergeant Mel Hone and officer Jim Weyant greet their counterparts, Alameda Police Department officer Bob Carlson and sergeant Joe Totorica. Both departments exchanged two officers and a marked patrol car. After arriving at their host city, each officer was given a regular patrol assignment as a partner of a uniformed officer of the host city

Alameda Research, as he was calling the new firm, was going to be different: a vessel to save some vast number of lives.

There was rock, too, way before Los Prisioneros, there was always rock growing under the stones, surviving the dictatorship. Groups like Tumulto, or Arena Movediza with its furious Zeppelin metal ringing out from the Klimax Disco on the south side of the Alameda.

The problem with a cross is - It fails the unbeliever.

Unlike Dad, she'd always known just the right things to say, and her words felt like bandages or spurs or even ledges, instead of Dad's bullets and knives and nooses.

Kearney did not go as far in geographic distance as he did in mode of livelihood: although he only went across San Francisco Bay to Alameda County, he went much further in the change of his career, for this erstwhile drayman ended his days as a well-to-do commodity market speculator'4 -the very sort of thing he had so ardently attacked in speech after speech delivered to cheering working men in the sandlots of San Francisco.

Historia de balcones I A partir del sábado 7 de marzo de 1835 y por 6.177 días (hasta el martes 3 de febrero de 1852), Juan Manuel de Rosas fue gobernador de la provincia de Buenos Aires. Además, fue el encargado de las Relaciones Exteriores de todas las provincias que integraban la Confederación Argentina. Por lo tanto, en él confluían los dos gobiernos, el provincial y el nacional. Al caer Rosas y sancionarse la Constitución en 1853, la unidad se había perdido y el país ya estaba partido en dos: Buenos Aires por un lado y la República Argentina (las trece provincias restantes) por el otro. Así sería hasta 1860, el año en que Buenos Aires se integró al resto. Este quiebre era apenas el comienzo de las discordias, porque pronto brotaron los conflictos de jurisdicción: el presidente administraba los destinos de toda la Nación desde una provincia que tenía un gobernador con poder supremo sobre su territorio. En ese escenario, el primer mandatario del país pasaba a ser un huésped del gobernador bonaerense. El primer presidente que vivió esa situación fue Bartolomé Mitre, pero no fue traumática por el hecho de que antes de asumir la presidencia era gobernador de Buenos Aires y su lugar lo ocupó el presidente provisional del Senado. En cambio, en el transcurso del mandato de Sarmiento hubo cruces con el gobernador bonaerense Emilio Castro (aquel que le dio sus tierras en Almagro a Floro Madero para que las rematara). Uno de los conflictos tuvo lugar en medio de un acto al que tanto Sarmiento como el gobernador Castro concurrieron con sus respectivos carruajes y los dos ordenaban a sus cocheros pasarse para tomar la delantera. Cada uno consideraba que el protocolo le daba prioridad. Y así fue cómo un simple acto se convirtió en una carrera de carrozas. Otro de los enfrentamientos se dio el 2 de enero de 1870, con motivo del desfile de las tropas que habían combatido en la Guerra del Paraguay. Durante los últimos días de diciembre de 1869 se habían organizado los detalles de la bienvenida. Los veteranos desembarcados se formarían en el largo muelle de Viamonte y la Alameda (es decir, Alem). Iban a desfilar por Alem hacia la Plaza de Mayo; luego, pasando por la puerta de la catedral, por Rivadavia hasta Maipú, y por esta rumbo a Retiro, a los cuarteles que los albergarían. Para Sarmiento era una complicación porque la Casa Rosada no tenía balcón y él necesitaba estar en un lugar en el cual sobresaliera para que se le rindieran honores. En cambio, el edificio del gobierno bonaerense, que se hallaba junto al Cabildo en el espacio que ahora ocupa la Avenida de Mayo, tenía una ubicación privilegiada. El gobernador Castro invitó a Sarmiento a presenciar el desfile desde los balcones del municipio. El sanjuanino respondió que era un acto nacional, que él mismo debía presidirlo y no podía ser huésped de nadie. Incluso le pidió al gobernador que le cediera el edificio a la Nación para que Sarmiento invitara a quien quisiera. El gobierno provincial se excusó alegando que ya había cursado las participaciones a los vecinos ilustres. El 1° de enero de 1870, una numerosa cuadrilla construyó un estrado de madera junto a la Recova (que cortaba a la actual Plaza en dos). Ese sería el palco oficial. Las tropas llegaron por la noche. Se resolvió que aguardaran en los barcos hasta el amanecer. Al día siguiente, pocos minutos antes de que se iniciara el apoteótico desfile —Buenos Aires era celeste y blanca, nunca se habían visto tantas banderas argentinas adornando la ciudad—, Sarmiento ordenó un cambio de ruta. Las tropas, entonces, ingresaban a la Plaza de la Victoria y no bien cruzaban el arco principal de la Recova, viraban hacia la derecha, abandonaban la Plaza y tomaban por Reconquista hacia Retiro. Esto hizo que el balcón del gobernador Castro, plagado de invitados, quedara fuera del recorrido. Tuvieron que contentarse con ver a los veteranos a cien metros de distancia. Para evitar com

My people are condemned to wander this eternal twilight

She lurched across Alameda, her speed draining like a wound. —65— —60— —55— Larkin turned north on an industrial street parallel to the river. Her building was only blocks away when the air bag exploded. The Aston Martin spun sideways to a stop. White powder hung in the air like haze; sprayed over her shoulders and arms. The other car had been a flashing shape, no more real than a shadow in the sea, a flick of gleaming movement broken by the prisms of her tears, then the impact.

Mientras los oradores del Partido Demócrata se sucedían en el uso de la palabra, en la periferia de la movilización, un grupo cercano a las 300 personas detuvo uno de los tranvías que circulaba por la Alameda, hizo descender a los pasajeros del vehículo y procedió a volcarlo para luego incendiarlo. La acción fue rápidamente replicada por otros grupos de trabajadores y, a los pocos minutos, tres vehículos del transporte público ardían en llamas en la Alameda. Los incidentes se extendieron rápidamente por todo el centro de la ciudad llegando a afectar a cerca de 16 tranvías.36 El arribo de la policía y de los granaderos del ejército transformó la asonada en un violento enfrentamiento entre los trabajadores y la fuerza pública. Los primeros arremetieron con piedras, adoquines y palos en contra de los segundos, a la vez que estos respondieron con golpes de sable y cargas de caballería. Mientras esto sucedía, grupos de niños y mujeres terminaban de desvalijar los tranvías, arrancando los asientos, la ornamentación y la madera, artículos con los cuales huían en diferentes direcciones.37

You know how some people take your breath away? Jen rips your lungs out.

Sigan ustedes sabiendo que, mucho más temprano que tarde, de nuevo se abrirán las grandes alamedas por donde pase el hombre libre, para construir una sociedad mejor.

I never heard him say sorry or thank you or even I love you. He lined Mom's coffin with those words and buried them six feet deep.

In some major cities today, having a pro football team is a higher priority than providing basic services. The city of Oakland and Alameda County, for example, shell out over $30 million each year to support the Raiders; by 2012, Oakland, with one of the worst crime rates in the nation, had cut 200 police officers to save money. The

We will remember their kindnesses, joy, and light, and not these last desperate moments of their lives.

More than anything else, we must understand that our voices have great power. We can use words to build bridges and ships and crews and families, or we can use them to oppress one another, or to rip each other to shreds. Whoever said, "Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me," obviously never had a drink with the person who said, "The pen is mightier than the sword." I side with the latter sentiment. Civilizations rise and fall by the written word. The United States certainly rose by these ones: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal," and if we truly believe the spirit of those words, we as Americans will work together until we have achieved them in their fullness. Use your words to liberate, not subjugate. Do what is right, even when they tell you to "stop." Build a better history for tomorrow, today.

I don't find courage in the act of sacrificing myself on behalf of the people I love; rather, I find my strength in hoping I'll still have a life to share with them.

Depois de uma curta perambulação, chegam ao fim da alameda e se veem no alto de uma grande escadaria que fende o cemitério na direção de outros templos no vão da colina. Atrás deles há um pagode de madeira, embaixo está Kyöto, esparramada em sua bacia, mais além as montanhas do Oeste. O tempo se dissemina, uma poeira leve, despejada sobre os caminhos do mundo, transfigura as horas e, entre nascimento e morte, Jacques Melland passeia pelo trajeto da vida.