Demos Quotes

You're passable at demo. You're excellent at hostage.

When a group of young females had asked her what one should name her horse, she'd answered, "I like the sound of Fellatio." When Rydstrom had confronted Sabine about it, she'd said, "Do you know how priceless it was to hear that demoness sigh, 'I love my Fellatio'? Even gold can't buy moments like that!

We completely need him. Who else comes up with the plans?" "Demos?" "Yes, but he isn't hot, Nate. We talked about is.

Can we save the live demo for later, please? Bean Sidhe in angst, here.

I'm still missing you. Well I guess that I have, I guess that I have never really had you.

I tried to make my mind go blank. La la la la la la la la. 'You can't keep that up forever,' Suki said, with a touch of menace. La la la la la la la. 'Oh, Demos, make her stop.

Da igual las vueltas que demos al mundo corriendo detrás del sol para que no se ponga nunca, Silvia. Creceremos, como los demás. No somos inmunes al tiempo.

A demoness is what men call a goddess they cannot control.

Rise up, wise up, say it loud. Soul, I will not lie to you. I'm all alone. I'm still missing you, missing you, missing you.

Demoness: "The males are defending the females and children... They will save us" Sabine: "Thanks. I think I just vomited a little in my mouth.

My mission, which I chose to accept, is to infiltrate the enemy. Jack and Alex are the enemy. I pause, wondering how Demos defines infiltration. 'Not that way', Alicia answers.

El amor y la fe van de la mano. No se puede tener uno sin la otra. Y como todos sabemos, no siempre es seguro dar ese paso. A veces se juzga equivocadamente, y se acaba mordiendo el polvo. Pero a menos que demos ese paso, nunca sabremos qué hay del otro lado. Hay que buscar agallas para hacerlo.

There they are. Lieutenant Jack Loveday and Lieutenant Alex Wakeman. I’ve only seen their photos so far and the pictures that are in Demos’s head, but the truth is Demos did not do them justice. In fact, Demos’s head needs a tune up or a reboot or an entirely new operating system altogether.

A demoness is helpless when held by her hair.

See how the questions of career choices and demo CDs and relocating diminish in the light of God's Kingdom? Sail by the stars, not the flotsam.

It could have been a month or, It could have been a year, But I, I gave up long before, Long before you cared.

Demos are mock battles, never the real thing. Everybody knows where they're going to happen, and when and why. Nobody gets seriously hurt. Well, not unless they ask for it. (ch. 4)

Ningún hombre sabe, hasta que llega el momento, qué profundidades hay en su interior. Para algunos hombres no llega nunca; dejémoslos descansar y demos gracias. Para mí, tú la has traído, tú la has forzado, y el fondo de ese mar embravecido se ha alzado desde entonces... Te amo. Lo que quieren decir otros hombres cuando usan esa expresión no lo sé; lo que quiero decir yo es que estoy bajo la influencia de una atracción terrible, que he resistido en vano y que me domina. Puedes arrastrarme al fuego, puedes arrastrarme a la horca, puedes arrastrarme a la muerte, puedes arrastrarme a todo aquello que siempre he evitado, puedes arrastrarme a cualquier peligro y cualquier desgracia. A eso y a la confusión de mis pensamientos, que es tal que no valgo para nada, es a lo que me refiero cuando digo que eres mi ruina.

This is me before I come undone. This is me before I fall apart. I've been tired for days and days. I've been tired for days and days.

Éramos os eleitos do sol E nem demos conta Fomos os eleitos da mais alta estrela E não soubemos responder à sua dádiva Angústia de impotência A água amava-nos A terra amava-nos As selvas eram nossas O êxtase era o nosso próprio espaço O teu olhar era o universo frente a frente A tua beleza era o som do amanhecer A primavera amada pelas árvores Agora somos uma tristeza contagiosa Uma morte antes do tempo A alma que não sabe em que lugar se encontra O Inverno nos ossos sem qualquer relâmpago E tudo isto porque não soubeste o que é a eternidade Nem compreendeste a alma da minha alma no seu barco de trevas No seu trono de águia ferida de infinito

Tavi spent an eternity in misery, longing for death to bring sweet release from the unrelenting torment. The others gathered at the side of his bunk on the ship, keeping a deathwatch over him. "I don't see what all the drama is about," Demos said, his quiet voice filled with habitual disinterst. "He's seasick. It will pass."~Captain's Fury

The taste of a demoness ain't bad.

Well, there was a reason it always seemed to work, Shaunak said. The image on the computer screen showing the blood flowing through the cartridge and settling into the little wells was real. But you never knew whether you were going to get a result or not. So they’d recorded a result from one of the times it worked. It was that recorded result that was displayed at the end of each demo.

Let him mock her. Let him joke with strangers at her expense. He had no power to hurt her—not anymore. That ship had sailed months ago, had disappeared over the horizon, and was on the other side of the world with no possibility of a return voyage.

The popular contemporary wisdom that a liberal arts education is outmoded is true only to the extent that social equality, liberty, and worldly development of mind and character are outmoded and have been displaced by another set of metrics: income streams, profitability, technological innovation.

Podría ser que solo cuando ya es demasiado tarde para escapar nos demos cuenta de que siempre hemos sido libres.

I’m good at demo.” “You’re passable at demo. You’re excellent at hostage.

Como se pode esperar que nos comportemos adequadamente, escolhamos as decisões correctas e demos as respostas certas, se nunca há tempo para ensaios e os dias se vão empurrando uns aos outros numa sucessão vertiginosa, sem um momento sequer para descanso da companhia?

„I bet she's hot,” Sykes said. „Most demonesses are total babes,” He and Remy bumped first. I shook my head. They really had one-track minds. „She's okay, if you like big boobs and girls who curse like sailors.” „Me like.. me like,” Sykes said, bobbing up and down. I glared at him. „Too bad. Next time we meet, I'm vanquishing her.” Izzy grinned. „That's the spirit.

Don't be so cruel to me. Don't promise me anything. I've got everything that i need. I need love in a good way.

Okay you found me out. Beyond without a doubt, your lie is safe with me. A friend, i'm sure you are. And on this day so far, I've fallen hundred see?

Uno mismo puede encerrarse en un dolor terrible por culpa de otros seres humanos. Es incomprensible que estemos creados para dar amor y sólo demos odio.

Demos tiempo al tiempo, pero lo que siempre nos olvidamos de preguntar es si quedará tiempo para dar.

We always started small, with some inspiration. We made demos. We mixed in feedback. We listened to guidance from smart colleagues. We blended in variations. We honed our vision. We followed the initial demo with another and then another. We improved our demos in incremental steps. We evolved our work by slowly converging on better versions of the vision. Round after round of creative selection moved us step by step from the spark of an idea to a finished product.

Diz-se que o tempo cura tudo. Quem inventou o ditado esperava seguramente ser perdoado de muita coisa, e mesmo havendo séculos que a frase passa de boca em boca, nem por isso se tornou menos estúpida e falsa. O tempo é como um tempero. Um tempero perfeito que aprimora o sabor do que é bom e transforma o que é mau em algo do Demo. Só quem nunca odiou ou foi odiado não sabe como o tempo é uma salgadeira que leveda dias após dia.

What I don't know don't keep me hostage. It's your love that locks me up and I want you to know that I love the way you make my heart tear up.

If you’ve got it to give, You’ve got to give it all. If you’ve got it to give, You've got to give it all. Oh give it all to me.

Hello? It's where I've been so goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Hello? It's you and me so goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Aquilo que de verdadeiramente significativo podemos dar a alguém é o que nunca demos a outra pessoa, porque nasceu e se inventou por obra do afecto. O gesto mais amoroso deixa de o ser se, mesmo bem sentido, representa a repetição de incontáveis gestos anteriores numa situação semelhante. O amor é a invenção de tudo, uma originalidade inesgotável. Fundamentalmente, uma inocência.

To accuse nations (not leaders or governments) is the hallmark of the demo-nationalist of the nineteenth or twentieth centuries; it leads to endless hatreds, feelings of revenge, misunderstandings, and frictions. It is the surest guarantee for perpetual mass wars.

As neoliberalism wages war on public goods and the very idea of a public, including citizenship beyond membership, it dramatically thins public life without killing politics. Struggles remain over power, hegemonic values, resources, and future trajectories. This persistence of politics amid the destruction of public life and especially educated public life, combined with the marketization of the political sphere, is part of what makes contemporary politics peculiarly unappealing and toxic— full of ranting and posturing, emptied of intellectual seriousness, pandering to an uneducated and manipulable electorate and a celebrity-and-scandal-hungry corporate media. Neoliberalism generates a condition of politics absent democratic institutions that would support a democratic public and all that such a public represents at its best: informed passion, respectful deliberation, aspirational sovereignty, sharp containment of powers that would overrule or undermine it.

Drop heavy,” Kaz shouted, and Wylan let loose with every rocket, flash bomb, and bit of demo he’d been able to fit into the boat. The sky above the Van Eck house exploded in an array of light, smoke, and sound as the guards dove for cover. Kaz put his arms to work, feeling the boat slide into the current as they passed into the glittering traffic of Geldcanal. “In and out without him ever knowing?” said Rotty.

In America, the majority raises formidable barriers around the liberty of opinion; within these barriers, an author may write what he pleases, but woe to him if he goes beyond them. Not that he is in danger of an auto-da-fe, but he is exposed to continued obloquy and persecution. His political career is closed forever since he has offended the only authority that is able to open it. Every sort of compensation, even that of celebrity, is refused to him. Before making public his opinions he thought he had sympathizers; now it seems to him that he has none any more since he revealed himself to everyone; then those who blame him criticize him loudly and those who think as he does keep quiet and move away without courage. He yields at length, over-come by the daily effort which he has to make, and subsides into silence, as if he felt remorse for speaking the truth.

When our forebears asked - What is a man? - they did not expect a detailed examination of some Saturday morning shopper, Mr. John Q. Public, snatched at random from the crowded agora and forced under a microscope or onto a psychiatrist's couch. Nor did they want a statistical analysis of some cross-section of the demos for an answer. Of what good to sound learning is a man who looks like every man but in whom no man sees himself? The only use for such analyses, as our modern era shows, is in various forms of exploitation. Statistical man makes a useful abstraction for advertisers and propagandists.

An antidemocratic party tries to prevent the formation of an active, participatory demos—it distrusts popular demonstrations—and is deeply antiegalitarian. An illiberal party, it considers “rules” less as restraints than as annoyances to be circumvented. It exploits the vulnerabilities of a two-party system with the aim of reshaping it into a more or less permanent undemocratic and illiberal system. The Republican Party is not, as advertised, conservative but radically oligarchical.

A demoness Is what men call A goddess they cannot control. There is no shame In goddesses falling Into the Abyss Where they find new purpose As darkness. Praise the women who fly And fail to succumb to Night; Death sustains Inanna, Who is one and whole, Who sacrifices her life into the below To save her life in the Above Who is the sacrificed and the sacrificer, The demoness and the goddess Rule the heavens And the Cruel Kingdom As two, but One. As the enduring Above, So shall the Great Below.

Every culture has blasphemy laws. They are not always called that, but no society allows citizens to rail against the reigning deity. In our pluralistic times, these blasphemy laws are called “hate crimes” legislation, among other euphemisms, but they are really religious protections to keep the reigning god, demos, from being blasphemed.

- Dime, ¿de verdad crees que éste es el espectáculo más deslumbrante del mundo? -¿Eh? -No. Ni por asomo. Probablemente ni siquiera es el número cincuenta de la lista de los espectáculos más deslumbrantes del mundo. Tenemos un tercio de la capacidad del circo Ringling. Ya has descubierto que Marlena no pertenece a la realeza rumana. ¿Y Lucinda? De 400 kilos nada, 200 como mucho. ¿Y tú crees que a Frank Otto le tatuaron unos furiosos cazadores de cabezas de Borneo? No fastidies. Antes era un montador del Escuadrón Volador. Se pasó 9 años trabajándose la tinta. ¿Y sabes lo que hizo Tío Al cuando murió el hipopótamo? Cambio el agua por formol y siguió exhibiéndolo. Estuvimos dos semanas viajando con un hipopótamo en conserva. Todo es ilusión, Jacob, y no tienen nada de malo. Es lo que la gente quiere que le demos. Es lo que espera de nosotros.

The truth is that trust is a gift, it's something we all can lose So hold on, it's not where it goes, it's where it can lead you to.

Las religiones, todas, por más vueltas que le demos, no tienen otra justificación para existir que no sea la muerte, la necesitan como pan para la boca.

Whether it's a cooking demo or a collaborative dinner, trying to impress people is a fool's errand.

Is life like this? Must novels be like this? Look within and life, it seems, is very far demo being "like this".

No me gusta que demos imagen de gente que pierde, que no sabe en que juego se metió.

Tomorrow is an exotic demo version.

De um modo geral, não se deve temer a ninguém. Quando temos medo de alguém é porque demos a esse alguém algum poder sobre nós.

Demos gracias al cielo de que valemos infinitamente más que nuestros antepasados. -Homero.

Fear mankind most when he fights with a consuming passion for what he perceives to be true." ~ Demo Cratia.

Los amarillos son reflejos de uno, en ellos están parte de nuestras carencias y el conocerlos hace que demos un salto cualitativo en nuestra vida.

Todos lo hacemos, todos guardamos retazos del pasado en lugares recónditos, los conservamos aunque les demos la espalda para seguir adelante.

Doug Engelbart demonstrate his oNLine System, made famous at the Mother of All Demos,

Pero acércate más a mí. Abrazados, aunque sea un momento, uno a otro, demos plena satisfacción al funesto llanto.

Madrid y este país serán un lugar mejor cuando nos demos cuenta de que la vida de un ropavejero o de una prostituta vale tanto como la del ministro de la reina.

warriors—be they human, demoness, siren, changeling or any brave creature from the Lore—knew to pray for it as they died. Thus the Valkyrie were born.

Quando temos medo de alguém é porque demos a esse alguém algum poder sobre nós.

KEY RESULTS (AS MEASURED BY . . .) Deliver five benchmarks. Develop a demo. Develop sales training materials for the field force. Call on three customers to prove the material works.

Your songs are good, Amanda. And I’m not just saying that. I stared at him in disbelief. I get given a lot of music, he continued. It’s like that on the road, you know, we get handed mountains of demo tapes every night. And they’re, you know, not always good. Your songs are good. I don’t know what your plans are. But I hope you keep going. I just wanted to say that.

I am completely an elitist in the cultural but emphatically not the social sense. I prefer the good to the bad, the articulate to the mumbling, the aesthetically developed to the merely primitive, and full to partial consciousness. I love the spectacle of skill, whether it's an expert gardener at work or a good carpenter chopping dovetails. I don't think stupid or ill-read people are as good to be with as wise and fully literate ones. I would rather watch a great tennis player than a mediocre one, unless the latter is a friend or a relative. Consequently, most of the human race doesn't matter much to me, outside the normal and necessary frame of courtesy and the obligation to respect human rights. I see no reason to squirm around apologizing for this. I am, after all, a cultural critic, and my main job is to distinguish the good from the second-rate, pretentious, sentimental, and boring stuff that saturates culture today, more (perhaps) than it ever has. I hate populist [shit], no matter how much the demos love it.

I don’t know, Mitzi.” Kai sighed and stared up at the sky as if it held her answers. Yeah right, for something like her, a demoness? “He makes me feel . . .” Loved?” Mitzi offered. Kai laughed. “Unhinged.

If people can be bothered to organise a demo, write songs, paint signs, and march through the streets holding those signs and singing those songs, outraged, you can be pretty sure they’ll have a valid point.

Heuristics also have a measurement or value associated with them—the duration for an animation or the red-green-blue values for an onscreen color, but there isn’t a similar “arrow of improvement” that always points the same way. Unlike evaluating algorithms, heuristics are harder to nail down. For instance, how quickly should a scrolling list glide to a stop after you’ve flicked it? We always made demos to evaluate the possibilities.

My concern with democracy is highly specific. It begins in observing the remarkable fact that, while democracy means a government accountable to the electorate, our rulers now make us accountable to them. Most Western governments hate me smoking, or eating the wrong kind of food, or hunting foxes, or drinking too much, and these are merely the surface disapprovals, the ones that provoke legislation or public campaigns. We also borrow too much money for our personal pleasures, and many of us are very bad parents. Ministers of state have been known to instruct us in elementary matters, such as the importance of reading stories to our children. Again, many of us have unsound views about people of other races, cultures, or religions, and the distribution of our friends does not always correspond, as governments think that it ought, to the cultural diversity of our society. We must face up to the grim fact that the rulers we elect are losing patience with us. No philosopher can contemplate this interesting situation without beginning to reflect on what it can mean. The gap between political realities and their public face is so great that the term “paradox” tends to crop up from sentence to sentence. Our rulers are theoretically “our” representatives, but they are busy turning us into the instruments of the projects they keep dreaming up. The business of governments, one might think, is to supply the framework of law within which we may pursue happiness on our own account. Instead, we are constantly being summoned to reform ourselves. Debt, intemperance, and incompetence in rearing our children are no doubt regrettable, but they are vices, and left alone, they will soon lead to the pain that corrects. Life is a better teacher of virtue than politicians, and most sensible governments in the past left moral faults to the churches. But democratic citizenship in the twenty-first century means receiving a stream of improving “messages” from politicians. Some may forgive these intrusions because they are so well intentioned. Who would defend prejudice, debt, or excessive drinking? The point, however, is that our rulers have no business telling us how to live. They are tiresome enough in their exercise of authority—they are intolerable when they mount the pulpit. Nor should we be in any doubt that nationalizing the moral life is the first step towards totalitarianism. We might perhaps be more tolerant of rulers turning preachers if they were moral giants. But what citizen looks at the government today thinking how wise and virtuous it is? Public respect for politicians has long been declining, even as the population at large has been seduced into demanding political solutions to social problems. To demand help from officials we rather despise argues for a notable lack of logic in the demos. The statesmen of eras past have been replaced by a set of barely competent social workers eager to take over the risks of our everyday life. The electorates of earlier times would have responded to politicians seeking to bribe us with such promises with derision. Today, the demos votes for them.

Public respect for politicians has long been declining, even as the population at large has been seduced into responding to each new problem by demanding that the government should act. That we should be constantly demanding that an institution we rather despise should solve large problems argues a notable lack of logic in the demos. The statesmen of times past have been replaced by a set of barely competent social workers eager to help 'ordinary people' solve daily problems in their lives. This strange aspiration is a very large change in public life. The electorates of earlier times would have responded with derision to politicians seeking power in order to solve our problems. Todays, the demos votes for them.

Theirs is a worldview in which anything and everything—government, politics, civic society, and law—can and should be disrupted. As Big Tech critic Jonathan Taplin once put it to me, “Demos—society itself—is often viewed as being ‘in the way.’ ”15

A pettos speckled with gold ajiggle with a fremitus from the heart touches me like Athena's hoolet mewing in uncertain dark. So much is nature, whereon we build our particulars fastidious and critical. Your every arrow O Eros has hit me, as the song goes. O girls, girls. This arrow is Timo's curls, this is Heliodora's shoes, this the smell of quinces that blows from Demo's door, flowers plaited into Dorothea's hair and ox-eyed Antikleia's smile that is music from the islands, summer's stars.

Education, the press, politics, religion—in a word, all the great forces in the world—are at present on the side of irrationality; they are in the hands of men who flatter King Demos in order to lead him astray. The remedy does not lie in anything heroically cataclysmic, but in the efforts of individuals towards a more sane and balanced view of our relations to our neighbours and to the world. It is to intelligence, increasingly widespread, that we must look for the solution of the ills from which our world is suffering.

It was Anubis who set your heart on the scales against the Feather of Truth, and if your crimes weighed it down at all, it was thrown to the crocodile-faced demoness Ammit like any other scrap of meat. Only the clean-hearted got to walk forever in the Field of Reeds.

—Quiero besarte, quiero follarte, y deseo que me toques con tal intensidad que duela físicamente. No voy a conseguir los dos primeros, así que solo sube a la parte trasera de mi moto. Rodéame con tus brazos y demos un paseo. Es todo lo que puedes darme, así que dámelo.

It has long been presumed that the diversity of constitutional forms makes for an optimal result. In reality, it creates a system of impediments that makes popular reform nearly impossible. As with Polybius and Cicero, so with Aristotle, and so with the framers of the United States Constitution in 1787 . . .—all have been mindful of the leveling threats of democratic forces and the need for a constitutional “mix” that allows only limited participation by the demos, with a dominant role allotted to an elite executive power. . . . Diluting democratic power with a preponderantly undemocratic mix does not create an admirable “balance” and “stability.” In actual practice, the diversity of form more often has been a subterfuge, allowing an appearance of popular participation in order to lend legitimacy to oligarchic dominance.

I was thinking the team could get started on demo next week.” My brows jump. “So soon?” He breaks eye contact. “I don’t want you to be bored here.” “Why?” He takes so long to answer, I almost give up waiting for one. “Because I want to give you a hundred different reasons to stay.

The majority of Democrats appear to believe that the Demos—the people—can no longer be trusted to govern themselves and that it is, therefore, permissible for elites to manipulate the public with propaganda, and even to censor information that might infect the population with dangerous thoughts.

When a group of young females had asked her what one should name her horse, she’d answered, “I like the sound of Fellatio.” When Rydstrom had confronted Sabine about it, she’d said, “Do you know how priceless it was to hear that demoness sigh, ‘I love my Fellatio’? Even gold can’t buy moments like that!

Wie es im Zeitalter der Könige naiv gewesen wäre zu glauben, dass der erstgeborene Königssohn der zum Herrschen Geeignetste wäre, so ist es in unserer zeit naiv zu glauben, dass der demokratisch gewählte Machthaber der Geeignetste sein wird. Die Nachfolgeregelung ist kein Rezept für die Bestimmung des besten Machthabers, sie ist ein Rezept für die Legitimierung dieser oder jener Person und somit für die Vermeidung von Bürgerkriegen. Die Wählerschaft - der Demos - glaubt, es sei ihre Aufgabe, den Besten auszuwählen, doch in Wahrheit ist ihre Aufgabe viel schlichter: einen Mann zu salben [...], gleichgültig welchen.

For the historian John Demos, the primary motivation of witchcraft accusations against women of middle or advanced age in New England was their “uppity” attitude, especially in regard to their husbands. Back then, if you fitted the stereotype of the nag—still alive and kicking today!—you were dicing with death.

«No son los tiempos tan malos ni el terruño tan estéril como afirman los de fuera y más aún los de dentro de casa. Quizás no demos todo el fruto conveniente; pero flores ya hay; y viéndolas y admirándolas, aunque el fruto no responda a nuestras esperanzas, obligados nos sentimos todos a conservar y cuidar el árbol».

Must the howling Demos devour everything gentle in the land, and reduce us all to the common level of the pot-house politician, and compel us to use his slang? Radicalism seemed to be now, just what it had been in the great French Revolution, a sort of mad-dog virus; every one who was inoculated with it, becoming rabid.

Sobre fondo negro habían pintado en blanco, con grandes letras: «Demos gracias al cielo de que valemos infinitamente más que nuestros antepasados. —Hornero». La firma era imponente. Tuve que reírme. Me encontraba muy bien allí; la inconsciencia absoluta, la descuidada felicidad de aquel ambiente me acariciaban el espíritu.

Democracy is a political form, a system of government. It has no social content, although it is frequently misused in that sense. It is wrong to say, “Mr. Green is very democratic; on his trips he sits down for lunch with his chauffeur.” He is, rather, a friend of simple people, and so is appropriately called demophile, not democratic. “Democracy” is a Greek word composed of demos (the people) and krátos (power in a strong, almost brutal sense). The milder form would be arché which implies leadership rather than rule. Hence “monarchy” is the fatherlike rule of a man in the interest of the common good, whereas “monocracy” is a one-man tyranny.

Nos últimos tempos, quando sinto os lábios da Clarisse a tocarem os meus, comprovo que não têm história, já não convocam o primeiro beijo que demos. Creio que, numa relação, o beijo terá sempre de manter a densidade do primeiro, a história de uma vida, todos os pores-do-sol, todas as palavras murmuradas no escuro, toda a certeza do amor. Mas já não é assim. Agora sabem às vacinas que tínhamos de dar à cadela (já morreu), às conversas como diretor da escola, á loiça por lavar, à lâmpada que falta mudar, às infiltrações no tecto, às reuniões de condóminos. Toco levemente os lábios dela e sabe-me à rotina, às finanças, ao barulho da máquina de lavar roupa. Beijamo-nos como quem faz a cama.

Another misnomer concerned the relationship between audience size and advertising rates. One common interpretation propounded that programs with higher ratings produced higher revenues - a logical fallacy insofar as it flagrantly disregarded crucial influencing factors (notably, content and demographics). In 1994, to cite one illustrative example, Seinfeld commanded $390,000 for a 30-second spot - $40,000 more than Home Improvement - despite attracting fewer overall viewers. Its ability to draw more young viewers (often defined as the ‘highly desirable’ 18-49 demographic) instead made all the difference. In sum, as industry experts realized, advertisers bought ‘demos’ before they did households.

It’s not like I come in here every night. That would be lame. I just think about coming here every night. I think about Kat. This isn’t me. It’s not good. It’s not cool. But hey, I’ve filled three notebooks with lyrics that vary from shitty to decent and recorded a dozen demos of songs that are basically about having a non-stop boner, so there’s that.

… she had zero inclination to subject herself to an organizational culture created by someone else.

Roger knew basically everyone in town between the ages of fifty and assisted living.

I'm infamous for being infamous. I don’t think you’re so famous miss. I miss everything, When you’re away from me.

I'll get right on right about you, you've got trouble right about now, you've got trouble right about now.

Kami ada disini untuk terus beraksi.. Menuntut revolusi yang sedang mati suri.. Katanya reformasi.. Nyatanya dagang sapi.. Lawan, lawan segala korupsi.....

Consider, too, the matter of display, the claims of “specialness” implicit in attack by witchcraft. Such claims were most vividly dramatized in full-blown “fits,” but, in a lesser measure, they may be imputed to all self-described victims: “The forces of evil have chosen me as their target. And you—the standers-by—must attend to me in my hour of affliction.” This

El personaje de mi libro es, hablando en términos generales, bueno, pero la Sociedad llega casi a destruirlo, está a punto de deslizarse por su vida furtivo y asustado, abrumado por su conciencia de culpa (...) ¡Pero acusemos a la Sociedad, no a Maurice, y demos gracias de que, aunque sea una novela, cuando se permite a un hombre elegir el mejor camino, sea capaz de hacerlo!

A cumplicidade que tínhamos fazia com que um universo só nosso fosse criado quando estávamos juntas, e ninguém mais tinha acesso a ele. Como acontece com as melhores histórias de amor, demos vida a um lugar que só nós duas conhecíamos: era um mundo inteiro apenas meu e dela, dentro do qual existíamos e nos amávamos. Ao lado de Tereza, a noção de que o amor era o mais forte elemento

Há essa presunção em quem se sente predestinado às artes, sobretudo à literatura: trabalha-se como alguém que tivesse recebido uma investidura, mas de fato ninguém jamais nos investiu de coisa nenhuma, fomos nós que demos a nós mesmos a autorização para sermos autores, mas lamentamos quando os outros dizem: essa ninharia que você fez não me interessa, aliás, me entedia, quem lhe deu o direito.

Yo desentonaré, no hay más remedio. Me toca poner el lado de hiel y de amargura que comporta el vivir; eso que llevo en mí y nadie se cree, porque nací en la capa dorada de una sociedad establecida, como si el brillo externo pudiera rozar al ser por dentro, mitigar el problema, brindar respuestas suficientes, que es de lo que se trata, al menos para mí. Pero demos comienzo ya: Me llamo Coro.´´

Sabía que hasta el recuerdo del piano falseaba el plano en que veía las cosas de la música, porque el campo que se le abre al pianista no es un mezquino teclado de siete notas, sino un teclado inconmensurable, desconocido casi por completo, donde aquí y allá, separadas por espesas tinieblas inexploradas, han sido descubiertas algunos millones de teclas de ternura, de coraje, de pasión, de serenidad que le componen, tan distintas entre sí como un mundo de otro mundo, por unos cuantos grandes artistas que nos han hecho el favor, despertando en nosotros la equivalencia del tema que ellos descubrieron, de mostrarnos la gran riqueza, la gran variedad oculta, sin que nos demos cuenta, en esa noche enorme, impenetrada y descorazonadora de nuestra alma, que consideramos como el vacío y la nada.

Who’s your friend?”—the most intense three words I’d ever heard. Brenda directed her answer to Jerry. “She’s eighteen years old; her name is Mariah. You gotta listen to this!” Just as she went to hand Jerry my demo tape, Tommy’s hand swiftly cut her off mid-extension. He snatched the tape, got up, left the table, and left the party. It was bizarre and bewildering. I was like, What kinda shit is that?

If Gissing is less compassionately observant than Mrs Gaskell, less overtly polemical than Kingsley, still The Nether World and Demos would be sympathetically endorsed by either of them, or by their typical readers. Yet Gissing does introduce an important new element, and one that remains significant. He has often been called ‘the spokesman of despair,’ and this is true in both meanings of the phrase. Like Kingsley and Mrs Gaskell, he writes to describe the true conditions of the poor, and to protest against those brute forces of society which fill with wreck the abysses of the nether world. Yet he is also the spokesman of another kind of despair: the despair born of social and political disillusion. In this he is a figure exactly like Orwell in our own day, and for much the same reason. Whether one calls this honesty or not will depend on experience.

the political significance of deregulation, of withdrawing public power and, in effect, renouncing it as an instrument for dealing with the political, social, and human consequences of a market economy. Deregulation changes the character of domestic politics. In effect, it declares that in a democracy the demos is to be denied the use of state power. It weakens the unaffluent constituencies that have a vital stake in preserving and expanding government social programs.

He's rigged a tiny cassette player with a small set of foam earphones to listen to demo tapes and rough mixes. Occasionally he'll hand the device to Mindy, wanting her opinion, and each time, the experience of music pouring directly against her eardrums - hers alone - is a shock that makes her eyes well up; the privacy of it, the way it transforms her surroundings into a golden montage, as if she were looking back on this lark in Africa with Lou from some distant future.

Expanding further on his own observations of Prince’s writing style(s) during the course of the album’s recording, fellow Paisley Park engineer Eddie Miller, who engineered the recording of ‘Electric Chair’ among other Prince recordings during the Batman era, recalled that “he would write all sorts of ways. I have to admit that I listened to some of his cassette demos that he would sometimes bring into the studio to reference (as I remember, he would hold the cassette player up to his ear, so you couldn’t really hear it.). They were fascinating. His cassette demo technique was extremely crude but ingenious—it’s like something you’d do if you had no access to any equipment. He’d use two cheap cassette recorders. If he wanted to hear drums, he’d record a human beat box rhythm for the length of the song—and most likely, he’d have the form of the song in his head while he was recording this. By the way, it was the same in the studio when he’d do his one man band approach to recording a song. He’d know the song in his head, and start out recording the drums for the song (it would essentially become the ‘click track’—the way a click track should be). Back to the cassette demo—he’d then play his beat box groove over the speaker on the cassette recorder and sing the bass line while recording all this onto the second cassette machine. He’d build up a rhythm track this way, and then add vocals. And there’s your demo.

After mulling over the options, Jobs realized what he wanted. Not humor, nor a celebrity, nor a demo. “It’s got to make a statement,” he said. “It needs to be a manifesto. This is big.” He had announced that the iPad would change the world, and he wanted a campaign that reinforced that declaration. Other companies would come out with copycat tablets in a year or so, he said, and he wanted people to remember that the iPad was the real thing. “We need ads that stand up and declare

This was news to Mosley. He thought the system was reliable. Didn't it always seem to work when investors came to view it? Well there was a reason it always seemed to work, Shaunak said. The image on the computer screen showing the blood flowing through the cartridge and settling into the little wells was real. But you never knew whether you were going to get a result or not. So they'd recorded a result from one of the times it worked. It was that recorded result that was displayed at the end of each demo.

RIM shipped PlayBooks to major retail clients, such as Best Buy, which had preserved premium display space for the new product. Unfortunately, RIM had neglected to create a demo program to showcase and explain its latest product. With no helpful presentation on the screen of the device, shoppers were left to rummage around PlayBook programs on their own. Countless PlayBooks were immobilized after customers armed the devices with passwords, which the sales staff couldn’t unlock. “This happened hundreds of times,” says McDowell.

Quebrar uma noz não é verdadeiramente uma arte, por isso ninguém ousará convocar um público e, para entretê-lo, começar a quebrar nozes diante dele. Mas se apesar disso ele o faz e sua intenção é bem-sucedida, então não se trata única e exclusivamente de quebrar nozes. Ou então se trata de quebrar nozes, mas se verifica que não demos atenção a esta arte porque a dominávamos completamente e que este novo quebrador de nozes mostra a verdadeira essência dela – momento em que poderia até ser útil ao efeito se ele fosse menos hábil em quebrar nozes do que a maioria de nós

According to an August 18, 2021, Pew Research Center Survey, 65 percent of Democrats currently support government censorship of unauthorized opinions.2 That astonishing result suggests that Democrats have lost their faith not only in their party traditions, but also in democracy. The majority of Democrats appear to believe that the Demos—the people—can no longer be trusted to govern themselves and that it is, therefore, permissible for elites to manipulate the public with propaganda, and even to censor information that might infect the population with dangerous thoughts.

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In one conspicuous case, that of royalty, the State does already select the parents on purely political grounds; and in the peerage, though the heir to a dukedom is legally free to marry a dairymaid, yet the social pressure on him to confine his choice to politically and socially eligible mates is so overwhelming that he is really no more free to marry the dairymaid than George IV was to marry Mrs Fitzherbert; and such a marriage could only occur as a result of extraordinary strength of character on the part of the dairymaid acting upon extraordinary weakness on the part of the duke. Let those who think the whole conception of intelligent breeding absurd and scandalous ask themselves why George IV was not allowed to choose his own wife whilst any tinker could marry whom he pleased? Simply because it did not matter a rap politically whom the tinker married, whereas it mattered very much whom the king married. The way in which all considerations of the king’s personal rights, of claims of the heart, of the sanctity of the marriage oath, and of romantic morality crumpled up before this political need shews how negligible all these apparently irresistible prejudices are when they come into conflict with the demand for quality in our rulers. We learn the same lesson from the case of the soldier, whose marriage, when it is permitted at all, is despotically controlled with a view solely to military efficiency. Well, nowadays it is not the king that rules, but the tinker. Dynastic wars are no longer feared, dynastic alliances no longer valued. ... On the other hand a sense of the social importance of the tinker’s marriage has been steadily growing. We have made a public matter of his wife’s health in the month after her confinement. We have taken the minds of his children out of his hands and put them into those of our State schoolmaster. We shall presently make their bodily nourishment independent of him. ... King Demos must be bred like all other kings; and with Must there can be no arguing.

Just reason it out. What are the pros and cons with her?” “Reason! Always with your bloody reason. Do you know what I’m going to enjoy? When you meet your demoness and she shakes to tell your unflappable demeanor. I’m going to laugh when you turn enraged, horns flaring ramrod straight every time she saunters by.” “Noted. Now, begin with the pros.” “Verra well. She’s clever, she’s brave, and, by all the gods, she’s graced in form. And I’m no’ going to apologize for being a typical male—I do want the sexiest female I’ve ever laid eyes on to be mine. I’ll admit that I want her on my arm and in my bed. And I want to be smug over having her desire me, too.” “The cons . . .” “Right back to the witchery. Would you no’ be a tad unnerved if your female could unleash the force of an atomic bomb whenever she got nettled with you?” Rydstrom nodded in commiseration, then said, “Take away the fact that she’s a witch—” “I will be taking away that fact,” Bowe interrupted. “Practicing witchcraft is voluntary. I could see to it that she never—” Out of the blue, a bee stung him. “Damn it,” he muttered, slapping it away, then continued, “If I snatched her away from her coven and immersed her with the Lykae—” Another sting. “Son of a bitch!” When the odd breeze blew once more, Bowe narrowed his eyes. “The witch.” He gazed up at the sky and all around him. “Playing with me again! I’ll turn her over my knee for this.

einige gitarren, ein klavier, mikrophone von der decke, kleine schaumstoffpyramiden an den wänden. ein studio in new york an der upper east side. es ist ein warmer septemberabend draußen über der stadt. bob dylan verbrachte ihn bis etwa 5 p.m. auf der veranda seines freundes bill clinton, wo die beiden marihuana rauchten und kreatives schlafen praktizierten. bob braucht diese rituale mit freunden, bevor er ins studio geht, seit so vielen jahren, nach so vielen platten. jetzt, pünktlich um 7:34 p.m., sitzt er alleine hier im studio und schaut auf das geöffnete klavier. ähnlich wie helmut schmidt in deutschland darf auch bob dylan an jedem ort hemmungslos rauchen, selbst wenn an der wand ein großes, rot leuchtendes warnschild mit der aufschrift „do never smoke“ angebracht ist. die rauchwolken der siebenten camel filter ziehen wie magisch in den innenraum des flügels, sie stauen sich dort, scheinen sich einzunisten. vor den augen dylans aber wird das klavier zum sarg. er sieht im rauch eine spiegelung seiner eigenen gewohnt gelockten haare, er selbst daran mit dem kopf anmontiert, im besten anzug plus krawatte, eingebettet in verplüschte seitenwände. er wollte doch erste demos für die neue platte aufnehmen, nicht sich selbst im sarg visualisieren. verstimmt dämpft er die zigarette auf seinem linken unterarm aus und legt den stummel zärtlich zu den anderen auf den boden. er ist müde… das gras wirkt wohl immer noch. wie in trance steht er nun auf, verfügt sich zum flügel und platziert sich vor den tasten. im bleiernen halbschlaf geht es jetzt los. (0201)

Me, I hated Suits. Loathed them. Because when you’re a rock star and make a crap ton of money, everyone wants a piece of the pie. A pie you baked. With ingredients you bought. None of the Suits had given a shit about me when I sat, day in and day out, outside King’s Cross tube station with Tania, my acoustic Tatay, and played, and begged, and shoved demos into people’s hands just to watch them slam-dunking them to the nearest bin. None of the Suits were there when I knocked on doors in the pouring rain, and pleaded in the bitter snow, and bargained, and argued, to get myself heard. They also weren’t there when I got booed in Glastonbury three years in a row opening for bigger bands, or when mostly-empty beer cans were thrown my way for a good laugh, or when a drunk girl puked on my only pair of shoes trying to tell me I sounded like a Morrissey knockoff.

The past and the present tell us, too, that demagogues can only thrive when a substantial portion of the demos—the people—want him to. In The American Commonwealth, James Bryce warned of the dangers of a renegade president. Bryce’s view was not that the individual himself, from the White House, could overthrow the Constitution. Disaster would come, Bryce believed, at the hands of a demagogic president with an enthusiastic public base. “A bold President who knew himself to be supported by a majority in the country, might be tempted to override the law, and deprive the minority of the protection which the law affords it,” Bryce wrote. “He might be a tyrant, not against the masses, but with the masses.” The cheering news is that hope is not lost. “The people have often made mistakes,” Harry Truman said, “but given time and the facts, they will make the corrections.

Must we forsake the love of excellence, then, till every citizen feels it alike? I did not fight, Anytos, to be crowned where I have not run; but for a City where I can know who my equals really are, and my betters, to do them honour; where a man’s daily life is his own business; and where no one will force a lie on me because it is expedient, or some other man’s will.” The words seemed, as I spoke, to be my own thoughts that I owed to no one, only to some memory in my soul; but when I looked beyond the Stadium, to where they were kindling the lights on the High City in the falling dark, I saw the lamps of Samos shine through a doorway, and the wine-cup standing on the table of scoured wood. Then the pain of loss leaped out on me, like a knife in the night when one has been on one’s guard all day. The world grew hollow, a place of shadows; yet none would hold out the cup of Lethe to let me drink.

— Con la iglesia hemos dado, Sancho. — Ya lo veo —respondió Sancho—; y plega a Dios que no demos con nuestra sepultura, que no es buena señal andar por los cimenterios a tales horas, y más, habiendo yo dicho a vuestra merced, si mal no me acuerdo, que la casa desta señora ha de estar en una callejuela sin salida. — ¡Maldito seas de Dios, mentecato! —dijo don Quijote—. ¿Adónde has tú hallado que los alcázares y palacios reales estén edificados en callejuelas sin salida? — Señor —respondió Sancho—, en cada tierra su uso: quizá se usa aquí en el Toboso edificar en callejuelas los palacios y edificios grandes; y así, suplico a vuestra merced me deje buscar por estas calles o callejuelas que se me ofrecen: podría ser que en algún rincón topase con ese alcázar, que le vea yo comido de perros, que así nos trae corridos y asendereados. — Habla con respeto, Sancho, de las cosas de mi señora —dijo don Quijote—, y tengamos la fiesta en paz, y no arrojemos la soga tras el caldero.

A fragilidade e a pequenez assumem dimensões infinitas conforme a sua raridade, subtileza ou efemeridade. Exercitar este olhar sobre o mundo é um trabalho poético que não só lhe imprime beleza como também glorifica a mortalidade como um dom. Perec, no seu livro "L'ínfra-ordinaire", fala precisamente da importância das pequenas coisas, da atenção que lhes devemos. Noticiam-se grandes desgraças, mas quando vemos o sol a pôr-se num cemitério de Samarcanda, é o poeta que o descreve, não é o jornalista. Os poetas vêem as intermitência da vida, os beijos que demos antes de os darmos, as garças a voar (tão intensas a pincelar o chão com as suas sombras), a chuva a bater na janela, um título esquecido de um romance imperdível, um esgar de maldade, um golo de vinho. Nenhum jornal noticia a chuva a bater na janela, isso é trabalho de um poeta. Não imaginamos a quantidade de coisas, consideradas lixo, que se podem contar ao mundo com uma beleza absurda. Aquilo que não cabe num jornal pode ser precisamente a matéria mais poética.

Services are a series of interactions between customers and the service system through many different touchpoints during the customer journey. As the sole way that customers relate to your services, you would think that interactions would be centre stage for all service providers. So, why are so many services so bad? When Demos, a UK think tank, talk of a fundamental disconnection between services and people, one of the main reasons they give is the poor consideration of the interactions between the service provider and the customer – the interaction design. To value your customer, you need to spend some time understanding the interactions they have with your service, and that means two things. Firstly, viewing your service through the customers’ eyes, and secondly, designing in such a way that customers receive consistent experiences over time which they consider valuable. It’s strange, but repeatedly we see companies ignoring both of these aspects, with the consequence that customers feel ignored and value is lost. One

Nem sempre foi assim! Mas os homens não nos querem mais, as mulheres nos odeiam. Saiamos daqui. Vamo-nos. Eu (diz a Pureza) para o poleiro das galinhas. Eu (diz a Castidade) para as colinas ainda não violadas de Surrey. Eu (diz a Modéstia) para qualquer canto onde haja muitas heras e cortinas." "Pois lá, e não aqui" (todas falam ao mesmo tempo, dando-se as mãos e fazendo gestos de despedida e desespero na direção da cama onde Orlando jaz adormecido) "nos ninhos e nos toucadores, nos escritórios e nos tribunais, reside ainda quem nos ame, quem nos honre; virgens e comerciantes; advogados e médicos; aqueles que proíbem; aqueles que negam; aqueles que fazem reverências sem saber por quê; aqueles que louvam sem entender; a tribo ainda muito numerosa (graças aos Céus!) das pessoas respeitáveis; que preferem não ver; desejam não saber; amam a escuridão; os que ainda nos adoram, e com razão, pois lhes demos riqueza, prosperidade, conforto, bem-estar. Vamos rumo a eles e te deixamos sozinho. Vinde, irmãs, vinde! Aqui não é o nosso lugar.

Eric Steele was strapped in and rubbing a rag over his father’s 1911. Demo had brought the pistol with the rest of Steele’s gear on board the C-17. In the cockpit, the pilot pushed the throttle forward, shoving Steele back in his seat. He barely noticed because he was thinking about the first time his father let him hold the pistol. It had felt so heavy in his hands back then. So much I never got to ask him. He ran his thumb over the spot where the serial number should have been. It was silver and all traces of the file marks were smoothed out by years of use. The pistol was one of John Moses Browning’s masterpieces, the same design that the American infantryman had carried in the Battle of Belleau Wood, Iwo Jima, Korea, and Vietnam. It was the only thing he had to remind him of the father he never really knew. Steele had made the pistol his own by modifying it to shoot 9mm, adding a threaded barrel, and installing suppressor sights, which were taller than the factory ones. It was his gun now, and he slipped it away before taking an amphetamine tablet out of his pocket and downing it with a sip of water.

looking for people to design the graphical interface for Apple’s new operating system, Jobs got an email from a young man and invited him in. The applicant was nervous, and the meeting did not go well. Later that day Jobs bumped into him, dejected, sitting in the lobby. The guy asked if he could just show him one of his ideas, so Jobs looked over his shoulder and saw a little demo, using Adobe Director, of a way to fit more icons in the dock at the bottom of a screen. When the guy moved the cursor over the icons crammed into the dock, the cursor mimicked a magnifying glass and made each icon balloon bigger. “I said, ‘My God,’ and hired him on the spot,” Jobs recalled. The feature became a lovable part of Mac OSX, and the designer went on to design such things as inertial scrolling for multi-touch screens (the delightful feature that makes the screen keep gliding for a moment after you’ve finished swiping). Jobs’s experiences at NeXT had matured him, but they had not mellowed him much. He still had no license plate on his Mercedes, and he still parked in the handicapped spaces next to the front door, sometimes straddling two slots. It became a running

Knocking on a massive carved door minutes later, the sigils on it shouting to those literate enough to ‘Stay away or else!’ he received a nice surprise when the door swung open. Well, hello there. Reaching only his shoulder, with a wild mop of black hair, bright brown eyes and a rounded body made for worship – by his tongue – Remy wondered if he could convince the servant girl to come around the corner with him for a quickie before he met with this Ysabel person. Then she opened her luscious mouth. “If you’re done gawking, you might want to step back before I smash your nose with the door when I shut it.” Someone got up without sex today. He could fix that. “Hello beautiful, I actually have business with the occupant of this suite. I’m here to meet with Ysabel, the witch.” “Really.” Her tone said what she thought of his claim and her brown gaze looked him up and down, then dismissed him. “I don’t think so.” The door slammed shut in his face. What. The. Fuck. Remy pounded on the door. It immediately opened. The ebony haired vixen, her arms crossed under her bountiful tits, smirked. “Back already. What’s wrong? Did I hurt your feelings?” “Listen woman, I don’t know what crawled up your ass and turned you into an uptight bitch, but I’m here to see Ysabel, so get the fuck out of my way before I put you over my knee and –” “And what? Spank me?” Her eyes actually sparked with challenge, the minx. “I’d like to see you try. But, before you do, just so you know, my name is Ysabel. The witch.” Aaaaah, shit. Never one to admit defeat, he let a slow simmering smile spread across his face. It worked on demonesses, damned souls, human women, and even gay men, but apparently, it had no effect on scowling witches. Too bad. “It’s your lucky day. Lucifer has informed me that you’re my next assignment.” “Not by choice. And what are you supposed to do exactly? I need a tracker, not a gigolo. What happened? Did your gig as a pole dancer not work out? Equipment too small?” She dropped her gaze to his groin and sneered. A sudden, irrational urge possessed him to drop his pants, flip her over and show her there was nothing wrong with the size of his cock. He abstained, but couldn’t prevent himself from taunting her, eyeing her up and down in the same dismissive manner. “Anytime you want to measure my dick, you let me know. Naked.” “Pig.” “No, demon. Really, get your terminology straight, would you? After Lucifer’s warning, I expected someone older and badder.” To his credit he didn’t drop to the ground, but the pain in his balls did require he bend over to cup them gently which in turn meant he got the door in the face. Again. -Ysabel & Remy

You might have thought that, faced with a novel anti-political picture of the nation, liberals would have countered with an imaginative, hopeful vision of what we share as Americans and what we might accomplish together. Instead, they lost themselves in the thickets of identity politics and developed a resentful, disuniting rhetoric of difference to match it. You might have thought that, faced with Republican's steady acquisition of institutional power, they would have poured their energies into helping the Democratic Party win elections at every level of government and in every region of the country, reaching out especially to working-class Americans who used to vote for it. Instead, they became enthralled with social movements operating outside those institutions and developed disdain for the demos living between the coasts. You might have thought that, faced with the dogma of radical economic individualism that Reaganism normalized, liberals would have used their positions in our educational institutions to teach young people that they share a destiny with all their fellow citizens and have duties toward them. Instead, they trained students to be spelunkers of their personal identities and left them incurious about the world outside of their heads. You might have thought a lot of reasonable things. And you would have been wrong.

Aproximávamo-nos agora da floresta enquanto a estrada ia descrevendo uma volta quando demos pelas pegadas de um homem. Depois de outro homem que trazia botas. As marcas mostravam ligeiros sinais de chuva e parámos o carro para ver melhor a pé. - Tu e eu – disse a Ngui. - Sim – disse ele com um sorriso – Um deles tem pés grandes e caminha como se estivesse cansado. - Um está descalço e anda como se a espingarda fosse pesada demais para ele. Pára o carro – disse a Mthuka. Descemos. - Olha – disse Ngui. – Um anda como se fosse muito velho e mal pudesse ver. O que está calçado. - Olha – disse eu – O que está descalço anda como quem tem cinco mulheres e vinte vacas. Gastou uma fortuna em cerveja. - Não vão chegar a lado nenhum – disse Ngui – Olha, o que vai calçado anda como se fosse morrer de um momento para o outro. Vai a cambalear com o peso da espingarda. - Que achas que andam a fazer por estes lados? - Como é que hei-de saber? Olha, o dos sapatos agora está mais forte. - Está a pensar na shamba – disse Ngui. - Kwenda na shamba. - Ndio – confirmou Ngui – Que idade dás tu ao mais velho, o dos sapatos? - Não tens nada com isso – disse eu. Dirigimo-nos para o carro e quando ele se aproximou subimos e eu indiquei a Mthuka a orla da floresta. O condutor ria-se e abanava a cabeça. - Que é que andavam os dois ali a fazer a seguir as vossas pegadas? – disse Miss Mary – Já sei que era muito engraçado porque todos se estavam a rir. Mas pareceu-me bastante parvo

Mas, logo ao outro dia, seus parceiros, Todos nus e da cor da escura treva, Decendo pelos ásperos outeiros, As peças vem buscar que estoutro leva. Domésticos já tanto e companheiros Se nos mostram, que fazem que se atreva Fernão Veloso a ir ver da terra o trato E partir-se co eles pelo mato. É Veloso no braço confiado E, de arrogante, crê que vai seguro; Mas, sendo um grande espaço já passado, Em que algum bom sinal saber procuro, Estando, a vista alçada, co cuidado No aventureiro, eis pelo monte duro Aparece e, segundo ao mar caminha, Mais apressado do que fora, vinha. O batel de Coelho foi depressa Polo tomar; mas, antes que chegasse, Um Etíope ousado se arremessa A ele, por que não se lhe escapasse. Outro e outro lhe saem; vê-se em presa Veloso, sem que alguém lhe ali ajudasse, Acudo eu logo, e, enquanto o remo aperto Se mostra um bando negro descoberto. Da espessa nuvem setas e pedradas Chovem sobre nós outros, sem medida, E não foram ao vento em vão deitadas, Que esta perna trouxe eu dali ferida; Mas nós, como pessoas magoadas, A reposta lhe demos tão tecida, Que em mais que nos barretes se suspeita Que a cor vermelha levam desta feita. E, sendo já Veloso em salvamento, Logo nos recolhemos pera a armada, Vendo a malícia feia e rudo intento Da gente bestial, bruta e malvada, De quem nenhum milhor conhecimento Pudemos ter da Índia desejada Que estarmos inda muito longe dela. E assi tornei a dar ao vento a vela. Disse então a Veloso um companheiro (Começando-se todos a sorrir): "Oula, Veloso amigo, aquele outeiro É milhor de decer que de subir.

1.Que sepamos vivir el presente. 2.Que no perdamos el tiempo pensando en el futuro. 3.Que dejemos de creer en la suerte y creamos en nosotros mismos. 4.Que dejemos de hacer montañas de granitos de arena. 5.Que la tristeza nos dé ganas de reír. Que nos riamos mucho. 6.Que cantemos en la ducha, en los bares, en las bodas, en las cenas con los amigos o donde nos apetezca cuando nos venga en gana. 7.Que aprendamos a decirnos «te quiero» sin que nos dé vergüenza. 8.Que nos besemos, nos toquemos y nos achuchemos mucho. 9.Que nos escuchemos tanto como sepamos compartirnos en silencio. 10.Que nos queramos, a los demás y sobre todo a nosotros mismos. 11.Que nos peleemos lo menos posible. Estar enfadado es una gran y estúpida pérdida de tiempo. ¡A la mierda el ego y el orgullo! 12.Que nos dejemos de rollos, de chorradas, de hacer ver lo que no somos, que eso no sirve pa’ ná. 13.Que le perdamos el miedo a la muerte, pero también le perdamos el miedo a vivir. 14.Que decidamos por nosotros mismos. Que nunca dejemos que los demás decidan por nosotros. 15.Que cuando la vida nos cierre una ventana sea cuando más abramos las alas para romper el cristal y salir volando. 16.Que las cosas nos lleven adonde sea, pero que nos vayan bien. 17.Que los cerebros de zafios, hipócritas, memos, mamelucos, corruptos, pesaos, estúpidos, tocapelotas, mentirosos, gilipollas… se reprogramen y entiendan que en la vida no hace falta ser así, que la vida va de otra cosa. 18.Que a las penas, puñaladas y al mal tiempo, buena cara. O mala, que tampoco pasa nada. 19.Que la vida sea siempre un sueño. 20.Y, en fin, que a la vida le demos calidad, porque belleza sobra.

For things to change, somebody somewhere has to start acting differently. Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s your team. Picture that person (or people). Each has an emotional Elephant side and a rational Rider side. You’ve got to reach both. And you’ve also got to clear the way for them to succeed. In short, you must do three things: → DIRECT the Rider FOLLOW THE BRIGHT SPOTS. Investigate what’s working and clone it. [Jerry Sternin in Vietnam, solutions-focused therapy] SCRIPT THE CRITICAL MOVES. Don’t think big picture, think in terms of specific behaviors. [1% milk, four rules at the Brazilian railroad] POINT TO THE DESTINATION. Change is easier when you know where you’re going and why it’s worth it. [“You’ll be third graders soon,” “No dry holes” at BP] → MOTIVATE the Elephant FIND THE FEELING. Knowing something isn’t enough to cause change. Make people feel something. [Piling gloves on the table, the chemotherapy video game, Robyn Waters’s demos at Target] SHRINK THE CHANGE. Break down the change until it no longer spooks the Elephant. [The 5-Minute Room Rescue, procurement reform] GROW YOUR PEOPLE. Cultivate a sense of identity and instill the growth mindset. [Brasilata’s “inventors,” junior-high math kids’ turnaround] → SHAPE the Path TWEAK THE ENVIRONMENT. When the situation changes, the behavior changes. So change the situation. [Throwing out the phone system at Rackspace, 1-Click ordering, simplifying the online time sheet] BUILD HABITS. When behavior is habitual, it’s “free”—it doesn’t tax the Rider. Look for ways to encourage habits. [Setting “action triggers,” eating two bowls of soup while dieting, using checklists] RALLY THE HERD.

I’d better make a list of all the things that make me feel good. Lists save lives. They keep our memories alive, as Umberto Eco says in The Infinity of Lists. Here goes: Laura’s voice message letting me know she’s at an LGBT+ rights demo like she’d tell me she was popping down to the shops, and warning me not to pick up if her boyfriend calls; he’s looking for her, and fretting because he can’t find her, and anyway he ‘doesn’t even know the difference between gay and straight’ Raffaella’s voice messages and her joy when she receives our books Maicol tearing through the cobbled streets of Lucignana, drunk on life My great-niece Rebecca joining the bookshop family and the certainty her cynicism will blossom into something completely unexpected My father’s existence The coffee I’m about to have with Tessa, who’s on her way to us on her motorbike with a box full of bookmarks, our official bookmarks she’s been gifting us since that day after the fire, with a quote from her mother Lynn Emanuele Trevi and Giovanni Giovannetti absconding from the literary conference in Lucca, later found smoking weed in a car in Piazza San Michele by a security guard, who happened to be the writer Vincenzo Pardini, so he let them go Ernesto and Mum cuddling on the sofa Daniele’s Barbara and Maurizio’s Barbara Ricchi e Poveri Donatella being sure Romano fancies her My mother trying to escape her hospital bed as soon as I look the other way Tina’s mother Mike quickly wrapping a towel around his waist as I walk into his garden and Mike leaving Brighton with two large boxes of tea stashed in his boot, concocting a story for the customs officers The anglers reading Louise Glück and Lawrence Ferlinghetti on the Segone The words I only ever hear in Lucignana: lollers and slackies and ‘bumming down’ to pee My own continued, miraculous existence.

Imagine el lector un sistema que, en palabras de la famosa canción de Police, vigile cada bocanada de aire que inhale, cada movimiento que haga y cada lazo que rompa. Un sistema que supervise su cuenta bancaria y su ritmo cardíaco, sus niveles de azúcar y sus aventuras sexuales. Es evidente que conocerá al lector mucho mejor de lo que este se conoce a sí mismo. Los autoengaños y las ilusiones que hacen que la gente quede atrapada en malas compañías, carreras equivocadas y hábitos perniciosos no engañarán a Google. A diferencia del yo narrador que nos controla en la actualidad, Google no tomará decisiones a partir de relatos amañados, no caerá en la trampa de atajos cognitivos ni se guiará por la regla de la «arte culminante-parte final». Google recordará en verdad cada paso que demos y cada mano que estrechemos. Muchas personas estarán encantadas de transferir gran parte de sus procesos de toma de decisiones a manos de un sistema de este tipo, o al menos de consultar con él siempre que se enfrenten a decisiones importantes. Google nos aconsejará qué película ver, adónde ir de vacaciones, qué estudiar en la universidad, qué oferta laboral aceptar e incluso con quién salir y casarse. «Oye, Google —le dirá—, tanto John como Paul me cortejan. Los dos me gustan, pero de una manera diferente, y me está costando mucho decidirme. Considerando todo lo que sabes, ¿qué me aconsejas que haga?» Y Google contestará: «Bueno, te conozco desde el día que naciste. He leído todos tus correos electrónicos y registrado todas tus llamadas telefónicas y conozco tus películas favoritas, tu ADN y el historial completo de tu corazón. Tengo datos exactos acerca de cada cita que has tenido y, si quieres, puedo mostrarte gráficos segundo a segundo de tu ritmo cardíaco, tensión arterial y niveles de azúcar de cada vez que quedaste con John o con Paul. Si es necesario, incluso puedo proporcionarte una puntuación matemática precisa de cada encuentro sexual que tuviste con uno u otro. Y, naturalmente, los conozco tan bien como a ti. Sobre la base de toda esta información, de mis magníficos algoritmos y de estadísticas sobre millones de relaciones que hace décadas que reúno…, te aconsejo que te quedes con John, ya que tienes un 87 por ciento de probabilidades de vivir a la larga más satisfecha con él. »De hecho, te conozco tanto que también sé que no te gusta esta respuesta. Paul es mucho más guapo que John, y puesto que concedes tanto peso a la apariencia externa, querías secretamente que yo te dijera ”Paul”. La apariencia es importante, desde luego, pero no tanto como crees. Tus algoritmos bioquímicos (que evolucionaron hace decenas de miles de años en la sabana africana) conceden a la apariencia un 35 por ciento de la puntuación global de parejas potenciales. Mis algoritmos, que se basan en los estudios y las estadísticas más actualizados, dicen que el aspecto solo tiene un 14 por ciento de impacto en el éxito a largo plazo de las relaciones románticas. Así, aunque he tenido en cuenta la apariencia de Paul, continúo diciéndote que estarás mejor con John».[31] A cambio de estos devotos servicios de asesoramiento, solo tendremos que abandonar la idea de que los humanos son individuos, y de que cada humano tiene un libre albedrío que determina qué es bueno, qué es hermoso y cuál es el sentido de la vida. Los humanos ya no serán entidades autónomas dirigidas por los relatos que inventa su yo narrador. En cambio, serán parte integral de una enorme red global.

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¿No será que la felicidad es algo que decidimos con posterioridad? Puede que no nos demos cuenta de que somos felices y solo lo comprendamos más tarde.

L’Énigme was a princess exiled for falling in love with a British nobleman; a demoness let loose upon the streets of Paris. L’Énigme was a heartless temptress who danced because the snap of some poor man’s heart between her teeth was far better than any coin.

And then, so Linda says, she also picked up a copy of a demo I had of Tim Rose singing a song called “Hey Joe.” And took that round to Roberta Goldstein’s, where Jimi was, and played it to him. This is rock-and-roll history. So

Yup, it was the wax Mizusawa had demoed for me and I’d bought for myself later. While everything was happening with Mimimi, I hadn’t felt like using it, but now that the storm had blown over, I’d decided to try it out. Well, actually, I’d been bringing it to school with me every day, and when Hinami told me I had to talk to Nakamura for at least three minutes, I decided to put it on during lunch. Kind of like armor.

¿No ves que el machismo se aprende? Todos los elementos machistas de la sociedad se nos van metiendo dentro del cerebro sin que nos demos cuenta.

No son solo nuestros padres los responsables de que casi todo el mundo tenga una programación limitada en su mente y que la aplique durante las mejores horas de sus valiosos días. Como ya he apuntado, muchos profesores, bien intencionados pero poco conscientes, refuerzan la idea de que la expresión del genio en las artes, las ciencias, los deportes o las humanidades está reservada a gente «especial» y que tenemos que aceptar que nosotros somos personas «corrientes», incapaces de llevar a cabo ese trabajo imponente que deja sin aliento a los demás por su excelencia y que da lugar a una vida inimitable. Y, asimismo, escuchamos los comentarios de nuestros amigos y los incesantes mensajes de los medios de comunicación que refuerzan la misma idea. En resumen, este proceso deriva en una hipnosis sistemática y, sin que nos demos cuenta, lo que una vez fue una centelleante expresión de genialidad en nuestro interior va atenuándose. Y las que fueran apasionadas voces que llamaban a aprovechar las oportunidades van languideciendo. Tendemos a minimizar nuestras potencialidades y entramos en un proceso en el que renegamos de obrar a lo grande y tendemos a construir prisiones para nuestras capacidades. Y es un proceso que durará toda la vida. Dejamos así de actuar como líderes y generadores de creatividad y posibilidades. Y empezamos a actuar como víctimas.

In the eyes of contemporary observers, such as Thucydides, as well as later historians, the advancement of Athenian hegemony depended upon a public-spirited, able elite at the helm and a demos willing to accept leadership. Conversely, the downfall of Athens was attributed to the wiles and vainglory of leaders who managed to whip up popular support for ill-conceived adventures.

For that power to crystallize, the ordinary people have to change themselves, somehow finding ways and means to go beyond their immersion in the daily struggle to exist. The demos becomes aware of their potential power: raw numbers, physical strength, and individually scant resources in desperate need of aggregation. Demotic politics means a change from being objects of power to becoming agents. Because a demos has no allotted place within the system, it is compelled to challenge the exclusionary politics of the Few and demand as a matter of right entrance into the political realm and participation in its political deliberations.

We may call this the struggle by which an inchoate people or “multitude” attempts to convert itself into a demos, into a politically self-conscious actor confronting societies in which wealth and inequality were being reinforced in terms different from those employed by the sacred and privileged hierarchies of the past.

An early attempt to give expression to a modern demos with access to political life occurred in the so-called Putney debates during the English civil wars

An early attempt to give expression to a modern demos with access to political life occurred in the so-called Putney debates during the English civil wars of the 1640s.

In contrast to the constitution-writing convention of 1787 in Philadelphia where there would be many delegates representative of the modern elites but none from the demos,23 at Putney the lower classes and the poor were present and democratic arguments were advanced. Those debates also saw the appearance of a new and self-conscious presence defending the political hegemony of nascent capitalists.24

A would-be demos is drawn to democracy not because ordinary people expect to rule, but because, in theory, democracy legitimates the expression of widely felt and usually deep-seated grievances, the possibility that those who have only numbers can use them to offset the power of wealth, formal education, and managerial experience.

But the real story is how narrow Duplex was. For all the fantastic resources of Google (and its parent company, Alphabet), the system that they created was so narrow it could handle just three things: restaurant reservations, hair salon appointments, and the opening hours of a few selected businesses. By the time the demo was publicly released, on Android phones, even the hair salon appointments and the opening hour queries were gone. Some of the world’s best minds in AI, using some of the biggest clusters of computers in the world, had produced a special-purpose gadget for making nothing but restaurant reservations. It doesn’t get narrower than that.

Sin embargo, nos queda un medio de salvación: la sangre vertida por el Hijo Unigénito de Dios, que por nosotros sufrió tantos tormentos; pues bien, hermanos, demos gracias a Dios que nos envió a su Hijo sacrosanto. Su divina sangre...

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«Portanto não foi produto do acaso, nem da minha intuição, nem sequer da minha liberdade», podem pensar, «mas pelo contrário havia coerência e propósito em tudo quanto ia fazendo, que honra ficar a saber mas também que maldição. Porque agora não tenho outro remédio senão ater-me a isso e alcançar de todas as vezes esse malfadado nível para não desmerecer de mim mesmo, que desastre, que enorme esforço, e quanta desolação para o meu trabalho». E isso mesmo pode acontecer a qualquer um, ainda que nem o seu trabalho nem a sua personalidade sejam públicos, basta que oiça uma explicação plausível das suas inclinações ou do seu proceder, uma encantatória descrição dos seus actos ou uma análise do seu carácter, uma valoração do seu método - saber que isso existe, ou lhe é atribuído -, para que qualquer um perca o seu bendito rumo variável, imprevisível, incerto, e com isso a sua liberdade. Tendemos a pensar que há uma ordem oculta que desconhecemos e também uma trama da qual quisémos fazer parte consciente, e se desta vislumbramos um único episódio que nos dê azo ou assim o pareça, se percebemos que nos incorpora um instante na sua débil roda, então é fácil que já não saibamos voltar a ver-nos arrancados dessa trama entrevista, parcial, intuída - uma figuração -, nunca mais. Nada pior que procurar o sentido ou acreditar que o há. Ou então havê-lo-ia, pior ainda: acreditar que o sentido de uma coisa, ainda que seja do pormenor mais insignificante, dependerá de nós ou das nossas acções, do nosso propósito ou da nossa função, acreditar que há vontade, que há destino, e inclusivamente uma trabalhosa combinação de ambos. Acreditar que não nos devemos inteiramente ao mais errático e desmemoriado, divagatório e descabelado acaso, e que alguma coisa consequente se pode esperar de nós em virtude do que já demos ou fizemos, ontem ou anteontem. Acreditar que pode haver em nós coerência e deliberação, como o artista acredita que as há na sua obra ou o poderoso nas suas decisões, mas só uma vez que alguém os convenceu de que as há.

these days the right lumps everything together and sees it all as a demo-pluto-social-Judaic conspiracy. Mussolini did the same thing.

The idea of dividing our work into smaller units isn’t new. You’ve probably heard this advice a hundred times: if you’re stuck on a task, break it down into smaller steps. Every profession and creative medium has its own version of “intermediate steps” on the way to full-fledged final works. For example: “Modules” in software development “Betas” tested by start-ups “Sketches” in architecture “Pilots” for television series “Prototypes” made by engineers “Concept cars” in auto design “Demos” in music recording

He is a strong man,’ Stella said in a tone which betrayed the Socialist’s enthusiasm. ‘He stands for earth-subduing energy. I imagine him at a forge, beating fire out of iron.

Por eso hay que vivir intensamente, aprovechar cada momento de este regalo que es la vida. Esto es algo que nos enseñan los clásicos. Carpe diem.

No se trataba tanto de un conflicto entre el demos griego —su gente— y los banqueros como de un conflicto entre las democracias europeas. Cuando los griegos votaron «no», reafirmaron su democracia. Pero, más que eso, declararon la prioridad de su democracia por encima de las de otros países de la eurozona. Dicho de otro modo, declararon su soberanía nacional; su derecho como nación a determinar su propio camino económico, social y político. Si el referéndum griego fue una victoria en algún sentido, lo fue para la soberanía nacional.

I met your mother once, Louise,” Auguste said, still tap, tap, tapping the syringe. “Now she—she is exquisite. A diamond of the first water. It’s too bad, really, that she’s a soul-sucking demoness. Just like your mother,

Porque se alguém se lembrar de nós É sempre pelo mal que lhes demos E se alguém nos quis amar Era para não ficar só, também

Imaginé al hombre cuando bajaba trotando hacia el hotel, después del abrazo; consciente de su estatura, de su cansancio, de que la existencia del pasado depende de la cantidad del presente que le demos, y que es posible darle poca, darle ninguna.

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Cooler heads prevailed, and we attempted to call off the session. However, this was the salesperson’s first big opportunity, it was a marquee account, and we had a new VP of sales. Over the objections of the technical team, we sprinted down the path of the “dash to demo” and were instructed to perform the demo. This was totally contrary to our well-established sales process and caused severe conflict within the sales team. The SE on the account, being a true professional, decided to make the best of it and spent hours preparing with only limited information.

As we argued in chapter 3, the European identity can co-exist with national identities in the form of multiple identities without conflicting or replacing them. The European citizenship, too, is additional to and does not aim to replace national citizenships. By way of inference, we can argue that the European demos, represented by European identity, can co-exist with national demos.

La batalla espiritual comienza en la mente, al nivel de los pensamientos por eso, la lucha comienza allí. Con ayuda de San Juan Eudes y San Padre Pio entre otros grandes Santos de la Iglesia iniciaremos un recorrido en la guerra espiritual. S. Juan Eudes dice que la santidad no consiste en no tener pecado sino en corresponder a la llamada de Dios con y en nuestra vida. El Bautismo es para cada una, cada uno una llamada a la santidad “porque ser cristiano, es continuar la vida de Cristo en nosotros”, llegar a ser la imagen viva de Jesús. Y estar bautizado es hacerse manos, mirada, rostro y boca de Jesús en cada instante, hagamos lo que hagamos. Nos proporciona medios sencillos hacer camino de santidad, darnos a Jesucristo y dejar que él crezca en nosotros. Siguiendo a Pablo, afirma que la meta es que “Jesús sea formado en nosotros”, y que nosotros nos demos prisa en llegar a ser su imagen viva en nuestro aquí y ahora. El Corazón de Jesús es una hoguera de amor que esparce sus fuegos y llamas por todos lados, por el cielo, por la tierra y por el universo entero; fuegos y llamas que abrasan los corazones de los serafines y que abrasarían todos los corazones de la tierra, si no se opusieran a ello los hielos espantosos del pecado” San Juan Eudes

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No soporto el mundo. Quiero hallarme a mí mismo. Por una vez la soledad me es imprescindible. No estoy loco. No desvarío. Cuando esta noche te enfrentes a las noticias de la tele, y veas más esqueléticos negritos de Sudán, pateras con marroquíes que naufragan en el Estrecho, indígenas del Amazonas empujados a su desaparición, cursos básicos de violencia juvenil, así como la incontenible, programada destrucción de la naturaleza, y luego, en el mismo canal o en el contiguo, la soberbia de los gobernantes, demo o autocráticos, casi da lo mismo, exhibiendo sin pudor su fiebre de poder; su indiferencia hacia el prójimo, singular o plural, y asimismo las grandes bóvedas de la Bolsa, con la histeria millonaria de los apostadores; cuando veas todo eso quizá entiendas por qué ya no soporto el mundo. La noción exacta de mi impotencia, de mi incapacidad frente a tanto desastre, de una humanidad que de a poco se suicida, me hace sentir que no tengo el mínimo derecho al bienestar, ni a mi profesión, ni a tu amor, casi diría que no tengo derecho a estar vivo. Pero no te preocupes, no voy a eliminarme. Lo que no quiero para la humanidad, tampoco lo quiero para mí. Pero tengo que irme, borrarme, estar a solas conmigo, tratar de comprender este relajo cósmico, esta catástrofe sin dios, este dolor sin sentido.

Sin embargo, la cadena de pensamientos hostiles que alimenta al enfado nos proporciona una posible clave para poner en práctica uno de los métodos más eficaces de calmarlo. En primer lugar, debemos tratar de socavar las convicciones que alimentan el enfado. Cuantas más vueltas demos a los motivos que nos llevan al enojo, más «buenas razones» y más justificaciones encontraremos para seguir enfadados. Los pensamientos obsesivos son la leña que alimenta el fuego de la ira, un fuego que sólo podrá extinguirse contemplando las cosas desde un punto de vista diferente. Como ha puesto de manifiesto la investigación realizada por Tice, uno de los remedios más poderosos para acabar con el enfado consiste en volver a encuadrar la situación en un marco más positivo.

Hubert could not remember a time when he had not been in love. The objects of his devotion had succeeded each other rapidly, but each in her turn was the perfect woman.

O pensamento nasce com a imaginação. Ao imaginar, damos força ao pensamento e ele se torna uma crença, cuja energia fica impregnada em nossa aura como uma verdade. A materialização de nossas crenças é feita pelo subconsciente. Então, aquele pensamento ao qual demos força toma a forma e o teor do que idealizamos. É o que os cientistas chamam de formas-pensamentos e nós chamamos de amebas energéticas.

It wasn’t the first time Alek drove Ian to aggressive demoing or home improvement. The fact that the Victorian was in such good shape after only one year was a testament to exactly how aggravating Alek could be.

Demos didn’t get to make me think about him night and day and then die in front of me.

For a chronicler of PARC this presents a unique difficulty. No anecdote from PARC’s history is burdened by so much contradictory testimony. The collective memory of the Jobs visit and of its aftermath is so vivid that some former PARC scientists are no longer sure whether they were there themselves, or just heard about it later. PARC engineers and their guests from Apple disagree with each other (and among themselves) about who delivered which portions of the demonstration; on how many demos there were and when they took place; whether Jobs and his people saw an Alto or a Dorado; and whether Steve Jobs was desperate to get a look at PARC’s technology, or so dubious about anything produced by a big corporation that he had to be wheedled into going in the first place.

Quisiera que cada uno de vosotros sintiera la alegría de ser cristiano. En una bella oración para recitar a diario por la mañana se dice: «Te adoro, Dios mío, y te amo con todo el corazón. Te doy gracias porque me has creado, hecho cristiano...». Sí, alegrémonos por el don de la fe; es el bien más precioso que nadie nos puede arrebatar. Por ello demos gracias al Señor cada día, con la oración y con una vida cristiana coherente. Dios nos ama, pero espera que también nosotros lo amemos. Pero no es solo a Dios a quien quiero dar las gracias en este momento. Un papa no guía él solo la barca de Pedro, aunque sea esta su principal responsabilidad. Yo nunca me he sentido solo al llevar la alegría y el peso del ministerio petrino; el Señor me ha puesto cerca a muchas personas que, con generosidad y amor a Dios y a la Iglesia, me han ayudado y han estado cerca de mí. Ante todo, vosotros, queridos hermanos cardenales:

That’s because many of them had been secretaries—users of the equipment. These guys, maybe they punched a button on a copier one time in their lives, but they had someone else do their typing and their filing. So we were trying to sell to people who really had no concept of the work this equipment was actually accomplishing. “It didn’t register in my mind at that event, but that was the loudest and clearest signal we ever got of how much of a problem we were going to have getting Xerox to understand what we had.” There was at least one other harbinger of the coming letdown. Toward the end of the evening McColough, Kearns, and a few of the executive staff materialized in the demo room. Their appearance had been prearranged. “They were there to have an opportunity to say, ‘Well, now we’re going to do something, guys,’” Ellenby recalled. “But they didn’t take that opportunity. They just said, ‘Thank you.’ “I was expecting a bit more than that,” he said. “We’d developed a camaraderie that was quite unusual. My people felt pumped up and hyped, like a sporting team. Instead what we got was, ‘Thanks, boys, the war is over, and you can take your horses back.’” Thus did the doubts surface almost before the euphoria of a flawless demonstration had a chance to run its course. Despite McColough’s ringing re-endorsement of “the architecture of information,” his and Kearns’s equivocal farewell told Ellenby and his team that they were naïve to think Xerox would exploit this technology anytime soon. And in this beleaguered and distracted corporation, Ellenby knew, time was the enemy.

Si intentamos llegar demasiado lejos y demasiado rápido, podemos convertirnos en nuestro propio instrumento de destrucción. Queremos registrar diez millas lentas por cada milla rápida. Esto puede ir a contrapelo del ego. Queremos ser grandes —grandes de inmediato— pero la convalecencia no funciona así. Es un proceso incómodo, lleno de indecisiones, incluso embarazoso. Habrá muchas veces en las que no demos una buena imagen, ni a nosotros mismos ni a los demás. Necesitamos dejar de exigirnos que debamos ofrecerla. Es imposible esforzarse en mejorar y al mismo tiempo tener buena imagen.

Demos a cada día su afán. Ya sabes que el Destino juega con las cartas marcadas.

-Una rosa es una rosa, aunque le demos otro nombre-susurró-. Pero somos nosotros quienes decidimos ofrecer belleza al mundo, o una corona de espinas.

El Señor nos enseña cada día con mayor claridad que cuanto más débiles nos mostremos y cuantos más pasos demos hacia la sumisión, lejos de tomarnos en consideración, el verdugo mahometano no hará sino pisar cada vez con más fuerza nuestro cuello.

Stockpiling Words, Language, and Lyrics—doing exercises like freewriting, writing poems, refining, and revising, all of which I’ll talk about in the next section Stockpiling Music, Songs, and Parts of Songs—making demo recordings, practicing, learning other people’s songs, and writing parts for songs in progress Pairing Words and Music—writing lyrics to a melody and searching for matches between stockpiled demos and lyric sets, poems, and freewriting

Many Roads (1965–1995), a 5-disc boxed set that covered (somehow) the bands history from a 1965 demo to their last show, in Chicago on July 9, 1995. As I write

They didn't understand my sound; the demo had songs that didn't fit neatly into an existing genre....My demo was more diverse than the music industry at the time.

First-time founders mistakenly ascribe too much power to their prospects. This manifests in sharing too much information, demos, and access to yourself without getting enough in return. Don’t make this mistake. Remember, the customer has big problems that you, with your insight, team, and technology, are uniquely suited to solve. The companies you’re selling to are worried about being disrupted from below or having their direct competitors steal a march on them. They need innovation, which you represent, to surpass the competition and prevent disruption.

A hole in a hole in a hole—Numberphile Around the World in a Tea Daze—Shpongle But what is a partial differential equation?—Grant Sanderson, who owns the 3Blue1Brown YouTube channel Closer to You—Kaisaku Fourier Series Animation (Square Wave)—Brek Martin Fourier Series Animation (Saw Wave)—Brek Martin Great Demo on Fibonacci Sequence Spirals in Nature—The Golden Ratio—Wise Wanderer gyroscope nutation—CGS How Earth Moves—vsauce I am a soul—Nibana

He mentioned five elements that really set the deck apart from the rest. Here’s what you need, according to Andy: Name a big, relevant change in the world. This should be an “indisputable truth.” “E-commerce will accelerate post-COVID19-pandemic” is a good example. Show there will be winners and losers. The point here is to give anxiety to the customers that may fall on the losing side. At Videoplaza, we cited the transition from analog to digital in video streaming and monetization with Netflix and Amazon as the winners thus far. Tease the promised land. Instead of introducing your product immediately, talk instead about the future state, about your founding insights to give the prospect a glimpse into the future. Introduce features as magic gifts for overcoming obstacles to the promised land. This is where your product comes in with its ability to get the customer to the other side. Present evidence that you can make the story come true. Case studies, customer testimonials, analyst quotes, product demos—all of these are appropriate in telling this part of the narrative.

Many workers credited the 2011 Occupy Wall Street movement for raising their consciousness about the unfairness of working in poverty for profitable corporations. In fact, fast food was the most unequal industry in the economy; Demos research calculated an over one-thousand-to-one average CEO-to-worker pay gap.

Bryan’s Elektra demos would finally be released, by Sundazed Records, in 1997, as the album ifyoubelievein.

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The abandoned CBS tracks, most still in demo form, were finally released in 2009 as the album Love Lost, courtesy of reissue specialists Sundazed Records

Agile software teams solve the problems with waterfall by building their software incrementally, making only the decisions around the specific work packages they’ve chosen to complete in a sprint. They delay even the decisions about which work packages or user stories to implement, choosing them out of a backlog at the start of each sprint. They get immediate feedback, first from their own tests and then from the users at a Demo to validate their decisions.

O significado da palavra trauma, em sua origem grega, é ferida. Quer nos demos conta disso ou não, são as nossas feridas, ou o modo como lidamos com elas, que ditam grande parte do nosso comportamento, formam nossos hábitos sociais e influenciam nossa maneira de pensar o mundo.

When you’re a kid,” he said, “time lasts forever. You’re immortal. When your grandparents die, it’s not real. Not yet. Then your parents go, and … well, it’s like there’s no more insurance. You’re next in line. You’re that guy!” He laughed. “The last one standing. The one everyone wants to make sure to see at Christmas, because you never know. You never know. I can see them grieving me even while I’m still here. And there’s a comfort in that. A love. So maybe that’s what you’re giving your father by being here. Even if he doesn’t know it in his brain, he knows it in his cells.” Her throat was dry, and her eyes burned. She folded her hands, staring down at the ridgeline of her knuckles. The man said, “What?” She cleared her throat. “The mourning, it sucks, yeah, but no one tells you…” He kept his gaze steady on her. She forced out the words. “No one tells you how hard it is not to get resentful.” “Accept it,” he said. “If you accept life, you accept all its rich, awful complexities. Because if you think about it, what’s the alternative?” She thought of pork-belly sliders and dude-bros thumbing their phones over dinner and the sweet bullshit promise of demo-targeted advertising. She took the man’s hand, skin draped over bone. “Thank you.

attract Hollis’s attention when she’s one of millions? Well, she has inside information. Matthew tells her that Hollis lost her mother when she was a baby—and as it happens, Gigi’s mother died when she was only twelve. Gigi gets on the Corkboard and messages Hollis that she’s grateful for the cooking demos because my own mum passed away before she could teach me her favorite Cantonese

Try experimenting with a policy where you will not develop demos, pilots, attend multiple exploratory meetings or develop lengthy customized proposals for prospects until the price expectations are set up front and you have done a basic check on whether the prospect can afford your services. You will be shocked to see how much time you will stop wasting on bad deals. The more time you can stop wasting on dead end deals, the more time you can devote to deals that can be highly profitable and take your business to the next level!

How Should I Structure My Pricing? Pricing is the biggest lever in SaaS, and almost no one gets it right out of the gate. Fortunately, you don’t need a PhD to structure your pricing well. Like most things in SaaS, finding the right pricing structure is one part theory, one part experimentation, and one part founder intuition. I wish I could tell you a single “correct” structure, but it varies based on your customer base, the value provided, and the competitive landscape. Most founders price their product too low or create confusing tiers that don’t align with the value a customer receives from the product. On the low end, if you have a product aimed at consumers, you can get away with charging $10 to $15 a month. The problem is at that price point, you’re going to be dealing with high churn, and you won’t have much budget to acquire customers. That can be brutal, but if you have a no-touch sign-up process with a product that sells itself, you can get away with it. Castos’s podcasting software and Snappa’s quick graphic design software are good examples of products that do well with a low average revenue per account (ARPA). You’ll have more breathing room (and less churn) if you aim for an ARPA of $50 a month or more. In niche markets—or where a demo is required or sales cycles are longer—aim higher (e.g., $250 a month and up). If you have a high-touch sales process that involves multiple calls, you need to charge enough to justify the cost of selling it. For example, $1,000 a month and up is a reasonable place to start. If you’re making true enterprise sales that require multiple demos and a procurement process, aim for $30,000 a year and up (into six figures). One of the best signals to guide your pricing is other SaaS tools, and I don’t just mean competition. Any SaaS tool a company in your space might replace you with, a complementary tool or a tool similar to yours in a different vertical can offer guidance, but make sure you don’t just compare features; compare how it’s sold. As mentioned above, the sales process has tremendous influence over how a product should be priced. There are so many SaaS tools out now that a survey of competitive and adjacent tools can give you a mental map of the range of prices you can charge. No matter where your business sits, one thing is true: “If no one’s complaining about your price, you’re probably priced too low.

Steadily, then, AI is leaving the realm of demos and entering the real world. Within a few years AIs will be able to talk about, reason over, and even act in the same world that we do. Their sensory systems will be as good as ours.

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sin que nos demos cuenta, nuestro intelecto está infectado y manchado por la voluntad.

Sometimes my life feels like a piece of demo shareware, all the key or interesting features disabled, running on a fourteen-day trial period that just repeats over and over again without ever becoming mine.

Learn how to give a great demo. This is an especially important skill to use with customers and key execs. We're not trying to teach them how to operate the product, and we're not trying to do a user test on them. We're trying to show them the value of what we're building. A demo is not training, and it's not a test. It's a persuasive tool. Get really, really good at it.

Las instituciones globalistas no son democráticas porque en ellas no habita, ni siquiera idealmente, ningún demos. El sujeto político del globalismo no es el ciudadano nacional, sino un colectivo indeterminado y apolítico llamado «Humanidad», del que la persona individual es apenas una instancia abstracta a la que se le deben atribuir exógenamente derechos y obligaciones.