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How would you like it if I said to you, 'It kills me to say this, but you're actually a tiny bit beautiful?" he had asked, pissed off. She hadn't said anything then, which was rare for her. "Would you have been lying?" She said after a long silence. "Lying about what?" More quiet. "About me being a tiny bit beautiful." "Shit, yeah." - But later that night, he had sent her a message on MSN. Of course I was lying. The "tiny" bit part, anyway.

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No newspapers, magazines, audiobooks, or nonmusic radio. Music is permitted at all times. No news websites whatsoever (cnn.com, drudgereport.com, msn.com,10 etc.). No television at all, except for one hour of pleasure viewing each evening. No reading books, except for this book and one hour of fiction11 pleasure reading prior to bed. No web surfing at the desk unless it is necessary to complete a work task for that day. Necessary means necessary, not nice to have.

What was once an anonymous medium where anyone could be anyone—where, in the words of the famous New Yorker cartoon, nobody knows you’re a dog—is now a tool for soliciting and analyzing our personal data. According to one Wall Street Journal study, the top fifty Internet sites, from CNN to Yahoo to MSN, install an average of 64 data-laden cookies and personal tracking beacons each. Search for a word like “depression” on Dictionary.com, and the site installs up to 223 tracking cookies and beacons on your computer so that other Web sites can target you with antidepressants. Share an article about cooking on ABC News, and you may be chased around the Web by ads for Teflon-coated pots. Open—even for an instant—a page listing signs that your spouse may be cheating and prepare to be haunted with DNA paternity-test ads. The new Internet doesn’t just know you’re a dog; it knows your breed and wants to sell you a bowl of premium kibble.

How was your journey?" he asked. "You don't have to make small talk with me," she said. "I don't like it, and I'm not very good at it." They paused at the shade of portico, beside a sweet-scented bower of roses. Casually Lord St. Vincent leaned a shoulder against a cream-painted column. A lazy smile curved his lips as he looked down at her. "Didn't Lady Berwick teach you?" "She tried. But I hate trying to make conversation about weather. Who cares what the temperature is? I want to talk about things like... like..." "Yes?" he prompted as she hesitated. "Darwin. Women's suffrage. Workhouses, war, why we're alive, if you believe in séances or spirits, if music has ever made you cry, or what vegetable you hate most..." Pandora shrugged and glanced up at him, expecting the familiar frozen expression of a man who was about to run for his life. Instead she found herself caught by his arrested stare, while the silence seemed to wrap around them. After a moment, Lord St. Vincent said softly, "Carrots." Bemused, Pandora tried to gather her wits. "That's the vegetable you hate most? Do you mean cooked ones?" "Any kind of carrots." "Out of all vegetables?" At his nod, she persisted, "What about carrot cake?" "No." But it's cake." A smile flickered across his lips. "Still carrots." Pandora wanted to argue the superiority of carrots over some truly atrocious vegetable, such as Brussels sprouts, but heir conversation was interrupted by a silky masculine voice. "Ah, there you are. I've been sent out to fetch you." Pandora shrank back as she saw a tall msn approach in a graceful stride. She knew instantly that he must be Lord Sy. Vincent's father- the resemblance was striking. His complexion was tanned and lightly time-weathered, with laugh-lines at the outer corners of his blue eyes. He had a full head of tawny-golden hair, handsomely silvered at the sides and temples. Having heard of his reputation as a former libertine, Pandora had expected an aging roué with coarse features and a leer... not this rather gorgeous specimen who wore his formidable presence like an elegant suit of clothes. "My son, what can you be thinking, keeping this enchanting creature out in the heat of midday?

Because of the economies of scale in data, the cloud giants are increasingly powerful. And because they’re so susceptible to regulation, these companies have a vested interest in keeping government entities happy. When the Justice Department requested billions of search records from AOL, Yahoo, and MSN in 2006, the three companies quickly complied. (Google, to its credit, opted to fight the request.) Stephen Arnold, an IT expert who worked at consulting firm Booz Allen Hamilton, says that Google at one point housed three officers of “an unnamed intelligence agency” at its headquarters in Mountain View. And Google and the CIA have invested together in a firm called Recorded Future, which focuses on using data connections to predict future real-world events.

Here’s the second way a conversation with an MS employee ends. (MS—oh, God, they’ve got me doing it now!) Let’s say I’m at the playground with my daughter. I’m bleary-eyed, pushing her on the swings, and one swing over there’s an outdoorsy father—because fathers only come in one style here, and that’s outdoorsy. He has seen a diaper bag I’m carrying which isn’t a diaper bag at all, but one of the endless “ship gifts” with the Microsoft logo Elgie brings home. OUTDOORSY DAD: You work at Microsoft? ME: Oh, no, my husband does. (Heading off his next question at the pass) He’s in robotics. OUTDOORSY DAD: I’m at Microsoft, too. ME: (Feigning interest, because really, I could give a shit, but wow, is this guy chatty) Oh? What do you do? OUTDOORSY DAD: I work for Messenger. ME: What’s that? OUTDOORSY DAD: You know Windows Live? ME: Ummm… OUTDOORSY DAD: You know the MSN home page? ME: Kind of… OUTDOORSY DAD: (Losing patience) When you turn on your computer, what comes up? ME: The New York Times. OUTDOORSY DAD: Well, there’s a Windows home page that usually comes up. ME: You mean the thing that’s preloaded when you buy a PC? I’m sorry, I have a Mac. OUTDOORSY DAD: (Getting defensive because everyone there is lusting for an iPhone, but there’s a rumor that if Ballmer sees you with one, you’ll get shitcanned. Even though this hasn’t been proven, it hasn’t been disproven either.) I’m talking about Windows Live. It’s the most-visited home page in the world. ME: I believe you. OUTDOORSY DAD: What’s your search engine? ME: Google. OUTDOORSY DAD: Bing’s better. ME: No one said it wasn’t. OUTDOORSY DAD: If you ever, once, went to Hotmail, Windows Live, Bing, or MSN, you’d see a tab at the top of the page that says “Messenger.” That’s my team. ME: Cool! What do you do for Messenger? OUTDOORSY DAD: My team is working on an end-user, C Sharp interface for HTML5…

La parenté de l'égyptien ancien et du berbère n'est plus à démontrer. Bien que les affinités lexicales entre ces langues sœurs aient été profondément affectée par le temps, des dizaines de vocables peuvent encore y être mis en parallèle sur le double plan phonétique et sémantique. Citons-en quelques-un : sin et sny (deux) ; ashem et shem (s'en aller) ; awey et iyw (venir, apporter) ; mmis-n et ms-n (fils de) ; ighs et qs (l'os) ; sew et syw (boire); ishirr et shri, ou aherrud et hrd (enfant) ; fud et pd (genou). Mais ce sont les pronoms et les particules - les mots outils en quelque sorte - qui témoignent bien de la communauté de souche entre l'égyptien et le berbère ; nekk et ink (moi, je) ; i et i (moi, à moi) ; k et k (toi, à toi) ; s et s (lui, à lui, elle, à elle) ; n et n (nous); sn et sn (eux, à eux) [...] Des comparatistes ont observé que le dialecte berbère le plus proche de l'égyptien ancien est le touareg. De fait, il est plus conservateur en raison du confinement séculaire des Targuis dans leur isolat montagneux au cœur du Sahara. Curieusement, les Touaregs aussi bien que les oasiens de Siwa se disent originaires du Maghreb. Il s'agit là, à notre sens, des réminiscences d'un passé très lointain dont l'image s'est inversée. (p45)

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The idea that coronary artery disease is a result of saturated fats is a lie shamefully perpetuated by an industry and government dependent on corn and petroleum, who place profits before our health and wellbeing.  Don’t believe it! The real culprit is sugar, and in the next chapter, I’ll explain

It’s recommended that you limit your sugar intake to less than 25 to 30 grams per day, regardless of whether you go paleo or not. And of that 25 grams per day, you would benefit from limiting your fructose to 15 grams.  Even the fructose in fruit can add up quickly, as this fructose chart2 shows. Fifteen grams is not much—two bananas, one-third of a cup of raisins, or two Medjool dates.  Just one average can of soda puts you over the top at 40 grams of sugar, half of which is fructose. And many people drink several cans a day, so you can begin to appreciate the impact this has on your liver, especially if it’s bathing in sugary drinks 365 days a year.

MSG (Monosodium Glutamate): MSG is a nerve toxin, lurking under a variety of different names: hydrolyzed protein, yeast extract, yeast food, autolyzed yeast, textured protein, glutamate, gelatin, natural flavorings, soy sauce, malt favoring, broth, and a number of others Artificial Food Colorings: Especially avoid blue 1 & 2, red 3, green 3, yellow 6

Grains are packed with a lot of calories and energy, but they also contain a wide variety of compounds that are toxic to humans and animals, and not easily digested.  When I say “toxins,” I’m not referring to the man-made variety, but rather those made by the plants themselves as a defense against the animals who consume them, which includes you and me. These plant toxins are also called “antinutrients,” their purpose being to deter predators and help the plant to survive. An antinutrient is a compound that interferes with the absorption of nutrients across your intestinal wall. The best known antinutrient is gluten. People who have celiac disease become extremely ill if they consume gluten, even in minute amounts. Cultivated grains today are very different from the wild grains of the pre-agricultural era.

Fructose Fructose is the worst type of sugar, although the food industry would love for you to believe that all sugars are metabolically equal. Science tells us, unquestionably, that they are actually metabolized differently.  Fructose in fruit is not harmful unless you consume it in excess, but high fructose corn syrup is another thing altogether, dealing a death blow to your liver. HFCS is in the vast majority of sodas, juice drinks, junk food, and all manner of processed foods, from soup to nuts. Literally! Unlike glucose—which is a form of sugar that every cell in your body can use, including your brain—fructose has to be metabolized almost exclusively by your liver, very much like alcohol and other toxic substances.

with?  Fat, fat, fat!  In the next chapter, you’ll begin to see that fat is actually your friend—as long as you’re consuming the right kind.

wrong and actually run contrary to our health, designed only to maximize industry profits, most notably corn, soy and wheat. If the real goal were to improve our health, Westerners would be celebrating shrinking waistlines, heightened energy and productivity, and fewer medical bills—none of which is true.  Despite the fact that growing numbers of Americans are genuinely

Yep. That’s her. Man, what I wouldn’t give to nail her. I’m on MSN with Jordan. He gave me the link to this awesome site. Nothing but bikini babes.” “I’m glad I didn’t wait too long to come down here. You might have been preoccupied,” I joked. Blake chuckled. “You might be right.

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Bill Gates died and went to purgatory. God looked down and said, “Well, Bill, I’m really confused on this one. I’m not sure whether to send you to heaven or hell. After all, you helped society enormously by putting a computer in almost every home in the world and yet you created that ghastly Windows 95, Windows ME, Windows Vista, Zune, MSN Music Store, ActiMates—need I go on?? Yet I’m going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to let you decide where to spend eternity.” Bill replied, “Well, thanks, God. So what’s the difference between heaven and hell?” God said, “I’m willing to let you visit both places briefly to help you decide.” Bill said, “Okay, then, let’s try hell first.” So Bill went to hell. It was a beautiful, clean, sandy beach with clear waters. There were thousands of beautiful women running around, laughing and frolicking. The sun was shining and the sky was blue. “This is great!” Bill said to God. “If this is hell, I really want to see heaven!” Heaven was a high place in the clouds, with angels playing harps and singing. It was nice but not as enticing as hell. Bill thought for a quick minute and decided. “I prefer hell.” So Bill Gates went to hell. Two weeks later, God checked up on Bill in hell. God found him being devoured by demons, burned by eternal flames. “How’s every-thing going, Bill?” Bill replied, “This is terrible, this is not what I expected. What happened to that other place with the beaches and the beautiful women and the sunny skies?” God apologized, “Sorry, Bill, that was just the screen saver.

To learn why bundling sometimes works, and other times doesn’t, I went to the source. I asked Brad Silverberg, who in his decade at Microsoft headed up some of the company’s most important product efforts—including the much-celebrated release of Windows 95, accelerating the franchise from $50 million to $3.5 billion, as well as all the early releases of Internet Explorer. He’s been a mentor of mine for years, having served on the board of a startup I founded years back. I interviewed Brad for The Cold Start Problem over videoconference; he was mostly retired and spending time with family in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. But his experience from the 1980s and ’90s has made him the definitive authority on this topic, and perhaps surprisingly, he’s skeptical of the power of bundling: Bundling a product is not the silver bullet everyone thinks. If it were that easy, the version 1.0 for Internet Explorer would have won, by simply bundling it with Windows. It didn’t—IE 1.0 only got to 3% or 4% market share, because it just wasn’t good enough yet. Bing is another example, when Microsoft wanted to get into search. It was the default search engine across the operating system, not just in Internet Explorer but also MSN and everywhere Microsoft could jam it. But it went nowhere. The distribution advantages don’t win when the product is inferior.91 Even if bundling gets you a lot of new users trying out a product, they won’t stick around if there’s a huge gap in features.

El MSN tenía unas normas de protocolo complicadas. Si tanto tú como un chico que te gustaba estabais conectados, pero él no te hablaba, una forma infalible de llamar su atención era desconectarte y volverte a conectar, porque recibiría la notificación de que habías entrado, y eso le recordaría tu presencia, lo que, con algo de suerte, resultaría en una conversación. También estaba el truco de esconder tu estado de conexión si querías evitar hablar con todo el mundo excepto con un contacto en concreto, de modo que podías hacerlo furtivamente. Era un complejo baile de cortejo eduardiano

MSN GROUP: Mystery’s Lounge SUBJECT: Field Report—Life at Project Hollywood AUTHOR: Sickboy For those who don’t know, I’ve been sleeping in Papa’s closet at Project Hollywood. Today was the best day I’ve ever had here, despite all the crazy drama that has been going on. I woke up earlier than usual and went surfing in Malibu with Style and his girlfriend, who is really an amazing person. Seeing how cool they get along is really inspiring. He’s one of the few people I’ve met in the game who has something great to show for all the effort he’s put into it. The surfing was amazing. I was so happy to go because I haven’t gone yet this summer. I recommend taking up the sport to anyone who’s never tried it. As soon as you hit the water, your mind clears and it’s almost impossible to think of anything else. It’s truly a relaxing experience. Afterward, we ate at a fish stand right at the edge of the Pacific Ocean and had a great conversation about music, friends, traveling, life, and careers. When I returned to the house, I did some work. Then I watched The Last Dragon with Playboy, whom I’ve become good friends with. During the movie, Herbal and Mystery talked outside and settled their differences. Though Mystery’s still upset at Katya, he said he wouldn’t hold it against Herbal for falling in love with her. And Herbal said that if Mystery paid for the damages to his room, he’d forgive Mystery for his behavior. Thank God. It’s good to see this thing ended in a sane way. Mystery will be moving out of the house tomorrow anyway, which I think is a shame. At about 2:00 A.M., Playboy, Mystery, and I sat in the main room smoking a hookah, listening to music, and talking about our goals in life. I didn’t have a single conversation today about sarging, pickup, or the community. My day was filled with real conversations with real friends. I didn’t need to fuck some L.A. bimbo from the Saddle Ranch for validation. In fact, I didn’t do a single set all day. These are the days that make life worth living. These are also the days that I will miss when I move out of Project Hollywood. —Sickboy

When I spoke with someone on MSN, it felt, somehow, more real, because we were committing it to text.

My mom can’t seem to get used to the fact that Estevan is a much safer city than Saskatoon. She’s way too protective of both Courtney and me. She won’t let me have my own cell phone or computer or get a part-time job. And I can only go on MSN for one hour a day. That really sucks.

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