Soc Quotes

They shouldn't hate each other . . . I don't hate the Socs any more . . . they shouldn't hate . . .

You take up for your buddies, no matter what they do. When you're a gang, you stick up for the members. If you don't stick up for them, stick together, make like brothers, it isn't a gang anymore. It's a pack. A snarling, distrustful, bickering park like the Socs in their social clubs or the street gangs in New York or the wolves in the timber.

That's why people don't ever think to blame the Socs and are always ready to jump on us. We look hoody and they look decent. It could be just the other way around - half of the hoods I know are pretty decent guys underneath all that grease, and from what I've heard, a lot of Socs are just cold-blooded mean - but people usually go by looks.

What do you like?" "Music. Numbers. Equations. They're not like words. They ... they don't get mixed up." "If only you could talk to girls in equations." There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they'd created in the link, Wylan said, "Just girls?" Jesper restrained a grin. "No. Not just girls." It really was a shame they were all probably going to die tonight.

Greasers will still be greasers and Socs will still be Socs. Sometimes I think it's the ones in the middle that are really the lucky stiffs.

I am a greaser," Sodapop chanted. "I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man, do I have fun!" "Greaser...greaser...greaser..."Steve singsonged. "O, victim of enviornment, underprivelaged, rotton no-count hood!" Juvenile delinquent, you're no good!" Darry shouted. Get thee hence, white trash," Two-Bit said in asnobbish voice. "I am a Soc. I am the privelaged and the well-dressed. I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties." And what do you do for fun?" I inquired in a serious, awed voice. I jump greasers!" Two-Bit screamed, and did a cartwheel.

Another two-bowl morning?" - Damien Maslin asking Zoey Redbird if her love of cereal was the reason she was almost late for Vamp Soc class

We had played a kid's version of gang fighting called "Civil War," and then later we had got in on the real thing, we fought with chains and we fought barefisted and we fought Socs and we fought other grease gangs. It was a normal childhood.

I really couldn't see what the Socs would have to sweat about - good grades, good cars, good girls, madras and Mustangs and Corvairs - Man, I thought, if I had worries like that I'd consider myself lucky. I know better now.

How many times have you told me you're a monster? So be a monster. Be the thing they all fear when they close their eyes at night.

Today," she told it, "death comes to all your circuits. Will it be slow and systematic or fast and brutal?" Considering, she circled it, "Tough decision. I've waited so long for this moment. Dreamed of it." Showing her teeth, she began to roll up her sleeves. "What," Roarke asked from the doorway that connected their work areas, "is that?" "The former bane of my existence. The Antichrist of technology. Do we have a hammer?" Studying the pile on the floor, he walked in. "Several, I imagine, of various types." "I want all of them. Tiny little hammers, big, wallbangers, and everything in between." "Might one ask why?" "I'm going to beat this thing apart, byte by byte, until there's nothing left but dust from the last trembling chip." "Hmmm." Roarke crouched down, examined the pitifully out-of-date system. "When did you haul this mess in here?" "Just now. I had it in the car. Maybe I should use acid, just stand here and watch it hiss and dissolve. That could be good." Saying nothing, Roarke took a small case out of his pocket, opened it, and chose a slim tool. With a few deft moves, he had the housing open. "Hey! Hey! What're you doing?" "I haven't seen anything like this in a decade. Fascinating. Look at this corrosion. Christ, this is a SOC chip system. And it's cross-wired." When he began to fiddle, she rushed over and slapped at his hands. "Mine. I get to kill it." "Get a grip on yourself," he said absently and delved deeper into the guts. "I'll take this into research." "No. Uh-uh. I have to bust it apart. What if it breeds?

Well, that was enough crazy for one night,” she said. “What was that? Greasers verses Socs?

Socs were just guys after all. Things were rough all over, but it was better that way. That way you could tell the other guy was human too.

Soda was glaring at him. “Leave my kid brother alone, you hear? It ain’t his fault he likes to go to the movies, and it ain’t his fault the Socs like to jump us, and if he had been carrying a blade it would have been a good excuse to cut him to ribbons.

What doesn't kill me better run.

Remember what we've been through. Remember what we came here for.

I'm not saying that either Socs or greasers are better; that's just the way things are.

Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. Those were the words whispered on the streets of Ketterdam, in the taverns and coffeehouses, in the dark and bleeding alleys of the pleasure district known as the Barrel. The boy they called Dirtyhands didn’t need a reason any more than he needed permission – to break a leg, sever an alliance, or change a man’s fortunes with the turn of a card.

A vegades encara soc com abans. I altres vegades soc com si no hagués sigut mai el que era abans, com si pel forat del cap se m'hagués escapat tot, i només s'hagués quedat la por negra, i les coses que tinc al voltant del coll.

I will have you without armor, Kaz Breker. Or I will not have you at all.

Go on," she repeated. Finish the story.

I’m a Soc. You get a little money and the whole world hates you.” “No,” I said, “you hate the whole world.

For over 220 years, Marines have served at the end of America’s operational reach—on freedom’s far frontiers. These Marines are the backbone of the ARG/MEU (SOC) team, our regional commanders’ force of choice for both forward presence and crisis response.

She still wept, but the tears were never shed. They filled the empty place inside her, a well of sadness where, each night, she sank like a stone.

I'll bet you think the Socs have it made. The rich kids, the West-side Socs. I'll tell you something, Ponyboy, and it may come as a surprise. We have troubles you've never even heard of. You want to know something?" She looked me straight in the eye. "Things are rough all over.

pg.1- “I have light brown, almost red hair and greenish-grey eyes. I wish they were more grey, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but I have to be content with what I have." pg ?- "Can you see the sunset real good from the west side?" She blinked, startled, then smiled. "Real good." "You can see it from the east side, too," I said quietly. "Thanks, Ponyboy." She smiled through her tears. "You dig okay." She had green eyes. I went on, walking home slowly.

He had become a great beast, and yet that beast would devour him. His prayers turned to screams, but both went unanswered.

Greasers can’t walk alone too much or they’ll get jumped, or someone will come by and scream “Greaser!” at them, which doesn’t make you feel too hot, if you know what I mean. We get jumped by the Socs. I’m not sure how you spell it, but it’s the abbreviation for the Socials, the jet set, the West-side rich kids. It’s like the term “greaser,” which is used to class all us boys on the East Side.

You can’t win, even if you whip us. You’ll still be where you were before—at the bottom. And we’ll still be the lucky ones with all the breaks. So it doesn’t do any good, the fighting and the killing. It doesn’t prove a thing. We’ll forget it if you win, or if you don’t. Greasers will still be greasers and Socs will still be Socs. Sometimes I think it’s the ones in the middle that are really the lucky stiffs . .

And so I awoke to reality, free of any meaning or any search. What could there possibly be to search for? All of Soc's words had come alive with my death. This was the paradox of it all, the humor of it all, and the great change. All searches, all achievements, all goals, were equally enjoyable, and equally unnecessary.

I killed him,” he said slowly. “I killed that boy.” Bob, the handsome Soc, was lying there in the moonlight, doubled up and still. A dark pool was growing from him, spreading slowly over the blue-white cement. I looked at Johnny’s hand. He was clutching his switchblade, and it was dark to the hilt. My stomach gave a violent jump and my blood turned icy.

It might be more accurate to think of love as a feeling we have for others who match up with what society teaches us to want in a mate.

Strep. Then what shall I gain, pray? Soc. You shall become in oratory a tricky knave, a thorough rattle, a subtle speaker.

No sé ni què em dic. Vull creure que en realitat el que dic és que de vegades no sé què ni qui som. Dies en què em sento un ésser humà, però d'altres en què em sento més aviat un so. Toco el món no com la persona que soc, sinó com un eco de qui vaig ser. Que em sents ja? Que em llegeixes?

Strep. Tell me, O Socrates, I beseech you, by Jupiter, who are these that have uttered this grand song? Are they some heroines? Soc. By no means; but heavenly Clouds, great divinities to idle men; who supply us with thought and argument, and intelligence and humbug, and circumlocution, and ability to hoax, and comprehension

De vegades soc invisible, diu la nena. En determinades botigues, restaurants, cues per comprar bitllets o supermercats, o fins i tot en llocs on de fet parlo molt fort, demano informació en una estació o coses així. La gent pot veure a través meu. Alguns blancs, en concret, poden veure a través dels joves i també dels negres o mestissos com si no hi fóssim.

Consciously or not, all parents act in ways that encourage their children to follow in their footsteps.

No puc dir-li res del que sento sense perdre l'última engruna del que entenc per dignitat. He perdut la gràcia, ara només soc vulnerable i dir-li el que sento només em farà sentir encara més vulnerable, encara més sola, encara més petita i absolutament indefensa. Jo que corro en braços de l'amor cada vegada que el sento, i sempre que corro cap a l'amor m'estoven i m'odio per fer-me tant de mal i per no saber protegir-me.

I vaig pensar: Per encendre el foc, per escalfar-se, les actes els donaran vida, de la mateixa manera que elles me n'han donat a mi. Les paraules no tenien cap importància, era un document. El que comptava era la vida. La migració, el moviment, la llibertat. Volem mantenir la nostra fe. Volem el món. Volem el món? Si en soc fora, del món, si la meva vida n'és fora, del món, i jo soc fora de la vida, què en trec? Ensenyar? Què ensenyo si no és el món?

Si cel mai rau era ca el nu citea niciodata. Cat de coerent si de increzator discutase pe vremuri despre literatura. Cat de mult o facuse sa indrageasca Middlemarch si Daniel Deronda. Si ce soc sa-si dea seama, la doar putin timp dupa asta, ca luase forma drept continut: nu numai ca remarcile lui erau invatate pe de rost, dar lecturile lui erau limitate si statice. Iar cea mai grea lovitura: cum putuse ea sa se indragosteasca de un barbat care nu citea?

O sigui que tu creus que mantenir l'estat de la teva ànima és més important que obeir Déu, diu la Mariche, ja no tan calmada. És la mateixa cosa, de fet, diu l'Ona, tranquil·la. Jo considero que la meva ànima, la meva essència, la meva energia intangible, és la presència de Déu dins meu, i que en portar la pau a l'ànima, honro Déu. Si soc capaç de comprendre com s'han produït aquests delictes podré perdonar els qui els han comès. I quasi soc capaç, des de la distància, per descomptat, de sentir llàstima per aquests homes i d'estimar-los. L'amor és bo, i millor que les represàlies.

aquel cuerpo—. Eh, Johnnycake. Johnny no abrió los ojos, pero emitió una débil pregunta. —¿Soda? —Sí, soy yo —dijo Sodapop—. No hables. Te pondrás bien. —Eran un montón —empezó Johnny, tragando, sin hacer caso de la orden de Soda—. Un Mustang azul lleno de ellos... Me acojoné... —intentó soltar un taco, pero de pronto se echó a llorar, luchando por controlarse, y llorando más porque no lo logró. Johnny se había llevado más de una con la fusta de su viejo, pero nunca soltó ni un quejido. Eso ponía peor las cosas, pues le costaba trabajo aliviarse. Soda no hizo más que sujetarle y apartarle el pelo de los ojos. —No te preocupes, Johnny. Se han ido. No te preocupes. Finalmente, entre sollozos, Johnny pudo contarnos cómo había sido. Estaba en el solar con el balón para practicar un poco, cuando un Mustang azul aparcó al lado. Venían cuatro socs. Le cogieron; uno de ellos llevaba la mano llena de anillos; eso fue lo que le hizo tantos cortes. No fue sólo cosa del palizón que le habían dado. Además, le habían aterrorizado. Le habían amenazado con toda clase de cosas. Johnny era muy excitable, una secuela nerviosa de las muchas veces que le habían pegado, de tanto oír pelearse a sus padres todo el tiempo. Vivir en esas condiciones habría vuelto amargo y rebelde a cualquier otro; a Johnny le estaba matando. Nunca había sido un cobarde. Era un buen tío a la hora de pelear contra otra pandilla. Estaba muy unido a la nuestra, y mantenía la boca bien cerrada cuando se trataba de la bofia. Pero después de la noche de la paliza, Johnny se amedrentaba más que nunca. Yo llegué a creer que jamás lo superaría. Nunca más anduvo por ahí solo. Johnny, que era el que mejor cumplía la ley de todos nosotros, llevaba ahora una faca de seis pulgadas en el bolsillo. Y estaba dispuesto a usarla si volvían a asaltarle. Le habían

Escric tan de pressa com puc, però soc incapaç de seguir el ritme de la Mariche. Ha dit puta i mare soltera a l'Ona. La Salome s'ha aixecat de la galleda de munyir. Parla amb la Mariche a crits. Li diu que a l'Ona la van deixar inconscient i la van violar, com a tantes d'altres, i ara, com a conseqüència, està embarassada. Com s'atreveix la Mariche a dir puta a l'Ona! Déu, en la creació del món, va adormir profundament Adam i, menter dormia, li va llevar una de les costelles, que va fer servir per crear Eva. Adam era una puta? La Mariche exclama: Adam era un home! La Salome no li fa cas, i continua: Que vols dir que Adam va ser-ne l'instigador? Que es podia protegir?

Strep. Socrates! My little Socrates! Socrates. Why callest thou me, thou creature of a day? Strep. First tell me, I beseech you, what are you doing. Soc. I am walking in the air, and speculating about the sun. Strep. And so you look down upon the gods from your basket, and not from the earth? Soc. For I should not have rightly discovered things celestial if I had not suspended the intellect, and mixed the thought in a subtle form with its kindred air. But if, being on the ground, I speculated from below on things above, I should never have discovered them. For the earth forcibly attracts to itself the meditative moisture. Water-cresses also suffer the very same thing. Strep. What do you say? Does meditation attract the moisture to the water-cresses? Come then, my little Socrates, descend to me, that you may teach me those things, for the sake of which I have come.

Soc. For, in fact, these alone are goddesses; and all the rest is nonsense. Strep. But come, by the Earth, is not Jupiter, the Olympian, a god? Soc. What Jupiter? Do not trifle. There is no Jupiter. Strep. What do you say? Who rains then? For first of all explain this to me. Soc. These to be sure. I will teach you it by powerful evidence. Come, where have you ever seen him raining at any time without Clouds? And yet he ought to rain in fine weather, and these be absent. Strep. By Apollo, of a truth you have rightly confirmed this by your present argument. And yet, before this, I really thought that Jupiter caused the rain. But tell me who is it that thunders. This makes me tremble. Soc. These, as they roll, thunder. Strep. In what way? you all-daring man! Soc. When they are full of much water, and are compelled to be borne along, being necessarily precipitated when full of rain, then they fall heavily upon each other and burst and clap. Strep. Who is it that compels them to borne along? Is it not Jupiter? Soc. By no means, but aethereal Vortex. Strep. Vortex? It had escaped my notice that Jupiter did not exist, and that Vortex now reigned in his stead.

Prospect just one new FSBO each day. Drive to that home, take a photo. Enter the owner and address in the SOC contact manager. Be sure to check where the tax bill is sent in case the owner lives somewhere else.  You want to mail information where the tax bill goes. Upload photo of home to the SOC system.  With SOC you can create campaigns which will send multiple custom cards at times you designate to the seller. Send a four card FSBO campaign.  They’ll get four customized cards from you over the next two weeks.  Each card will have the photo of their home on the front.  Each card will have reasons they should list with you inside.  It’s important that the message inside is different on each card.  Then follow up with each FSBO you’re working on with one phone call a week.

Drive to the expired home, take a photo. Have a unique letter saved in your computer that you can print out that morning.  This letter will have the home owner’s name at the top of the page with the words “Your listing expired at midnight last night.”  Include a copy of the expired MLS sheet.  Hi-lite the date it expired.  In your letter state they’ll be receiving a box from you in the mail in a few days. Insert this letter into a unique mailing envelope.  I use white bubble wrap envelopes (9x12) and brown craft envelopes (9x12).  Write the owner’s name on the front of the envelope and directly below that write “Confidential”.  That’s all. Don’t write their address on the card. Then, back at the office or your home, enter the owner and address in the SOC contact manager.  Upload photo of home to the SOC system.  Send a custom greeting card with box of cookies or brownies. Follow up 3-5 days after you’ve sent the package with either a phone call, knock at the door or another drop off letter.  They will remember you because they just received a custom card with brownies or cookies.  It turns a cold call into a warm call every time.  It works!

It's not just about linking an undesired social mythology that may or may not even exist to something (whatever) that has a passing resemblance to it. Otherwise, you'll end up making arguments like this one, which according to SocJus logic should be perfectly valid: In the game of chess, pawns are routinely sacrificed, and the sole goal of the game is to save your king and capture the enemy’s monarch. Chess reflects, amplifies, and reinforces tyrannical worldviews of society. It teaches that monarchy is the "normal" system, and reinforces the socially-constructed belief that individuals are disposable and can be sacrificed to save a member of the elite class.

M'adono que la proximitat de la muntanya m'impacienta. Els boscos i les pedres fan que em senti viva, increïblement corpòria, amb el cap integrat al cos i els pensaments vessats a dins, arribant vermells de sang a cada cavitat i a cada esponja, tornant-se crits. Tota jo soc instint sense tamís, com les daines o els senglars. La carn em crida i m'aquissa a fer-m'ho amb algú altre.

«Mary John, ets la millor», em vas dir. I no ho oblidaré mai. Que soc la millor. I que viuríem per sempre. Tu i jo.

I, Déu meu, segur que temps després ell la va trobar, lluny de les costes pàtries, sota un cel estrany, meridional, càlid, a la ciutat eterna i divinal, en l'esplendor d'un ball, mentre la música sonava alta, en un palazzo (ha de ser en un palazzo) inundat sota un mar de llums, en un balcó cobert de roses i de murtra on ella, en reconèixer-lo, es va treure la màscara, va xiuxiuejar «Soc lliure», es va posar a tremolar i se li va llançar als braços i, xisclant d'èxtasi, estrenyent-se l'un contra l'altra, en un batre d'ulls van oblidar el dolor, la separació, els patiments, la casa ombriva, el vell, el jardí fosc a la pàtria llunyana i el banc on ella, amb la passió d'un últim petó, havia aconseguit alliberar-se d'entre els braços d'ell, embalbits per un turment desesperat...

What is that yellow stuff in the bottle, Soc?” “Urine, with a few herbs.” “Urine!” I said, pulling my leg away from him in disgust. “Don’t be silly,” he said, grabbing my leg and pulling it back. “Urine is a respected elixir in the ancient healing traditions.

Soc. Did you not fay that I had been a little beforehand with you when I accofted you*; for that you had it in your mind to addrefs me firft; as you wanted to afk me, why of all your admirers I was the only one who forfook you not?. Alc. I did fay fo : and that was the very cafe. Soc. This then was the reafon : 'twas becaufe I was the only perfon-who admired you; the others admired that which is yours. That which is yours has already dropt its flower;, and the fpring-feafon of it is part: whereas you yourfelf arebut beginning to flourifli. If therefore the Athenian populace corrupt you not, and make you lefs fair, I never fhall forfake you. But this is what I chiefly fear, that you may come to admire and court the populace, and be corrupted by them, and we fhould lofe you : iince many of the Athenians, men of virtuous merit too, have been thus •In the Greek, >^nyovToi too s-o^fiarof, where the word av9ovs fcems neceflary to be fupplied. The fame metaphor is ufed a few lines further on.—S^ corrupted

By one kind of knowledge therefore we take.care.of thrngs them— felves, and by a different kind of knowledge we take care of things only appertinent to thofe things which are the principak Alc. It appears fo. Soc. You are not therefore taking care of yourfelf when you are takings care only of the appertinences to yourfelf.

proliferation in the areas of public safety, climate environment and SOC management: intelligent object communications experience

response. Nutr. Rev. 1998; 56: S49–S58. 41 Han SN, Meydani SN. Vitamin E and infectious diseases in the aged. Proc. Nutr. Soc. 1999; 58:697–705. 42 Thurnham DI. Micronutrients and immune function: some recent developments. J. Clin. Pathol. 1997; 50: 887–891. 43 Beck MA. Selenium and host defence towards viruses. Proc. Nutr. Soc. 1999; 58: 707–711. 44 Beck MA. Increased virulence of coxsackievirus B3 in mice due to vitamin E or selenium deficiency. J. Nutr. 1997; 127: 966S–970S. 45 Dworkin BM. Selenium deficiency in HIV infection and the acquired immunodeficiency syndrome (AIDS). Chem. Biol. Interact. 1994; 91: 181–186. 46 Patrick L. Nutrients and HIV: part one – beta carotene and selenium. Altern. Med. Rev. 1999; 4: 403–

AA, Meydani M. Effect of chronic ethanol feeding on plasma and liver alpha- and gamma-tocopherol levels in normal and vitamin E-deficient rats. Relationship to lipid peroxidation. Biochem. Pharmacol. 1994; 47: 2005–2010. 40 Meydani SN, Beharka AA. Recent developments in vitamin E and immune response. Nutr. Rev. 1998; 56: S49–S58. 41 Han SN, Meydani SN. Vitamin E and infectious diseases in the aged. Proc. Nutr. Soc. 1999; 58:697–705. 42 Thurnham DI. Micronutrients and immune function: some recent developments. J. Clin. Pathol. 1997; 50: 887–891. 43 Beck MA. Selenium and host defence towards viruses. Proc. Nutr. Soc. 1999; 58: 707–711. 44 Beck MA. Increased virulence of coxsackievirus B3 in mice due to vitamin E or selenium deficiency. J. Nutr. 1997; 127: 966S–970S. 45 Dworkin BM. Selenium deficiency in HIV infection and the acquired immunodeficiency syndrome (AIDS). Chem. Biol. Interact. 1994; 91: 181–186. 46 Patrick L. Nutrients and HIV: part one – beta carotene and selenium. Altern. Med. Rev. 1999; 4: 403–

One word then can sum up these two studies: suggestion is always an idea isolated from the great mass ' L. Laurent, Des ^tats seconds, variations pathologiques du champ de la conscience, 1892, p. 155. ' Myers, Proc. Soc. Psy. Research, 1889, p. 524. Suggestion and Subconscious Acts 267 of the other thoughts; it has an independent development. " The suggested idea or group of ideas," said M. Charcot, very justly, " find themselves in their isolation sheltered against the control of that great collection of personal ideas, a long time accumulated and organised, which constitute consciousness properly so called, the Ego.

hmm...ah...Let's S.O.C. it 1..2..3.. Submit your lives Omit sin. For sin destroys Commit your ways To the King of kings Yeah...that's it...King Jesus....123 Lets S.O.C. it now...hmm.. ah.. yeah right now S.O.C. it S.O.C. it S.O.C it 123 repeat....

À une soie Je te revois tendue et sans vent dans les ombres Propice et large soie étalée sans un pli Tendre comme un discours de musique profonde Et suave de trois cruautés agrandies. Le morceau appelant mon cœur était le rouge Non pas rouge mais rose en pétales séchés Non pas de fleurs mais par angoisse un peu lilas Des tons exquis du sang longtemps assassiné De Marat. Et le blanc portait comment un soleil Le reflet jaunissant des plus calmes peintures La douceur de la mort Et le travail de lui l’huile à des couchants vermeils. Le bleu seul était dur comme les yeux des airs L’opaque ciel qui tient la majesté divine Prisonnière en lui ainsi qu’au premier jour Le ciel terrible et pur à la hampe guerrière. Mais surtout la Parole en sortait la criante La violente importante et parole d’effroi Ou parole d’amour lue la première fois À haïr, adorer, à laisser ou à prendre. La parole adorée dans des lettres dorées Qui font relief en trébuchante maladresse Qui hésitent comme en souffrant À retourner d’un soc le monde labouré. Paroles feu riant ! Perspectives humaines Ouvertes par les mots étranges d’un enfant Et l’histoire achevée les pierres calcinées À remettre en poussière et jeter sur les chaînes ! La parole pour plaire à Dieu disait Justice Sur les bois englués d’un holocauste fort L’honneur avait rempli le sacrifice Et le drapeau disait : Liberté ou la Mort.

attention to consumer behavior across your cohort segmentations. This level of listening is what I call post-creative strategy. These are the insights that help make your next piece of content even better than your last. For example, reading the comments could help you pick up on inside jokes that only girl dads would get, which could then lead to a new piece of SOC. It could help you uncover new cohorts you may not have considered; maybe you notice daughters of girl dads leaving comments about how much they relate to those videos. Maybe you realize they’re the ones driving some of the above-average distribution of your videos by sending it to their dads.

A SOC is a team, primarily composed of cybersecurity specialists, organized to prevent, detect, analyze, respond to, and report on cybersecurity incidents.

For an organization to be considered an SOC, it must: Provide a means for constituents to report suspected cybersecurity incidents. Provide incident handling assistance to constituents. Disseminate incident-related information to constituents and external parties.

Strategic organic content (SOC): What good modern advertising looks like

Pride Soc isn't just about doing queer staff,' Sunil continued, and that got him some laughs, 'It's not been about finding potential hook-ups. No, it's about the relationships we form here. Friendship, love and support while we're all trying to survive and thrive in a world that often doesn't feel like it was made for us. Whether you're gay, lesbian, bi, pan, trans, intersex, non-binary, asexual, romantic, queer, or however you identify - most of us here felt a sense of belonging while we were growing up, But we're all here for each other

Una part de mi vol que el pare em deixi aquí, mentre que una altra part de mi vol que se m'emporti de tornada, cap al que conec. Estic en un punt en què no puc ni ser el que soc sempre ni convertir-me en el que podria ser.

raising funding also has the potential to save you years. As Craig Hewett, the founder of Castos, told me, funding allows you to “live in the future” by making investments you otherwise would have had to wait for. When Craig Hewett raised money for Castos, he spent it on hiring senior sales and development team members rather than the juniors many startups are forced to hire because of a lack of cash. This allowed Castos to make progress fast. Ruben Gamez, the founder of SignWell, used funding to invest in compliance (SOC2 Type 2 and HIPAA). They would have done so eventually, but they wouldn’t have been able to afford it until later. This investment allowed them to start closing major deals sooner and grow faster. Strategic hiring can be another way to spend funds. Jordan Gal, the founder of Rally, hired a chief of staff almost from day one. He told me, “Money allows you to hire in such a way that you, as the founder, can focus on whatever your superpower is, with far fewer distractions than when bootstrapped.” Derrick Reimer of SavvyCal burst into a crowded scheduling space by investing funds into SEO and marketing earlier than he would have been able to if he was purely bootstrapped. This potentially shaved a year or more off his marketing efforts. Those are just a few of the ways funding can help when applied strategically.

(...) potser perquè el passat és primer un lloc fosc fins que el temps no l'il·lumina. Un dels tants camins que no hai agafat i que duia directamente a un altre dels meus universos paral·lels que se m'esmunyiria entre els dits i que aniria a parar a una altra realitat paral·lela on jo ja no soc jo.

Sento una mica d'angúnia, com si de sobte hagués entrat en un món desconegut i perillós. Però no hi fa res; sense risc no valdria la pena d'haver vingut al món. Vull rescabalar-me, servir per a alguna cosa, esquivar el fantasma de la mediocritat. Voldria ser ben feliç, i, si Déu vol, prop meu tothom ho serà. Ves, que em sembla que ja hi soc a mig camí.

Gestiono la meva contradicció malament. És a dir, la combato fent més coses. És clar que estic incòmoda amb qui soc, en tots els aspectes de la meva vida. Soc una persona que viu incòmoda. Per ser com soc, per ser qui soc, per tenir el que tinc, tant la part bona com la dolenta; a mi viure em resulta una incomoditat constant. Llavors, estic en constant contradicció no només pel meu privilegi, sinó per tot. El simple fet de viure em genera contradicció, no la gestiono bé però la intento combatre constantment, tota l'estona. Fent molta teràpia. I espero que amb el temps aprengui a viure millor, i a saber viure millor, perquè tinc la sensació que no en sé.

Ens fan pensar que la felicitat és un destí; o un imperatiu. El que no és felicitat és malaltia, això ens fan pensar. No obstant això, la felicitat no fa més que deixar víctimes col·laterals. "Hores després de pujar l'última foto a Instagram, la influencer se suïcida". Sistema neoliberal i felicitat, Mr. Wonderful, els comerços de regals, les reunions on t'obliguen a semblar feliç i a enumerar tots els teus mèrits. Jo no soc feliç, el contrari ens semblaria immoral. No es pot ser feliç en un món que no ho és.

Miré el libro, que estaba sobre la mesa. No quería terminarlo. Nunca pasaría de la parte en que los caballeros sureños cabalgan hacia una muerte segura sólo porque son galantes. Caballeros sureños de grandes ojos negros y vestidos con vaqueros y camisetas, caballeros sureños abatidos bajo las farolas.

De repente no era algo personal, mío. Me imaginé a cientos y cientos de chicos que vivían en el lado chungo de cada ciudad, chicos de ojos negros que se asustaban de su propia sombra. Cientos de chicos que quizá mirasen las puestas de sol y las estrellas y que deseasen con todas sus fuerzas algo mejor. Pude ver a chicos que se ponían debajo de una farola porque eran malos y duros y odiaban el mundo, y era demasiado tarde para decirles que aún quedaban en ellos cosas buenas, y que no te creerían si lo hicieras. Era un problema demasiado vasto para ser una cuestión personal. Tendría que haber alguna ayuda, alguien debería decírselo antes de que fuera demasiado tarde. Alguien debería contar la historia desde su punto de vista, y quizás entonces la gente lo entendería, y no serían tan ligeros a la hora de juzgar a un chico sólo por la cantidad de gomina que lleve.

Soc conscient de la mala estona que li estic fent passar —fà el Mític—, però tenia un deure amb dos amics i, no vull posar-me grandiloqüent, amb la història. De vegades la nostra individualitat està mediatitzada pels moments històrics que ens ha tocat viure. Soc un bon exemple que, sovint, tenim una idea equivocada de la vida.

But here was this movie about an Indian girl, and she gets to be the main character. And I could relate to how she was torn between her love of family and her love of soc—Well, they call it football in the UK. I had always loved movies since, like, forever, but to see myself represented up there… I can’t even describe it. It wasn’t a perfect mirror for me and my life, but it didn’t have to be. I just felt… seen.

What we Americans call soccer got that name because it was called association football in the UK, as a way to delineate it from rugby football. Association = assoc = soc = soccer.

Daniel Inouye, a nisei senior at McKinley High School long before he became a U.S. senator, furiously pedaled his bike to help at an aid station. He looked up into the sky and said to himself: “You dirty Japs!” On cruiser San Francisco an engineer came topside to join Ensign John Parrott. “I thought I’d come up and die with you.” Rear Admiral William Furlong stood on the bridge wing on Helena. A gunner called: “Excuse me, admiral, would you mind moving so we can shoot through here?” An officer playing golf went into a sand trap after his ball to find a soldier there shooting a rifle into the air. A bomb blew off a comer of a guardhouse. The inmates rushed out to help set up a .50 caliber machine gun. The phone rang in a Hickam hangar and someone reflexively picked it up. The caller wanted to know what all the noise was about. Kimmel stood in a window at his headquarters as a spent bullet tumbled in the window and hit him on the chest, smudging his whites. “It would have been better if it killed me,” he said. Down the hall Layton, Kimmel’s intelligence officer, caught sight of Admiral Bye who the day before had said the Japanese would never attack the United States. He was wearing a life jacket, his whites smeared with oil, staring wordlessly into the middle distance. “Soc” McMorris appeared: “Well, Layton, if it’s any satisfaction to you, we were wrong and you were right.” •

He looked at me. "No, you wouldn't. I'm a Soc. You get a little money and the whole world hates you." "No," I said, "you hate the whole world.

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Soc un palau en ruïnes que el temps ha fet malbé, que s'ensorra quan el toques, que es desfà si el vols fer teu.

No cal gens que vinguin huracans o llampecs a partir-nos pel mig, soc lluny de veure les desgràcies com una oportunitat, odio el discurs Ara he après a valorar el que importa i visca l'hòstia que m'ha fet més fort. Però m'agrada haver topat amb la foto d'aquest arbre. No ho diries mai l'endemà del llamp, ni tampoc l'endemà no l'altre, però hi pot haver un després. Podràs tenir una vida. Fins i tot si només estàs mig viu, el després pot ser bonic.

sols soc el que he estat i no sé què seré

It was after Lit Soc, on Monday, October 29, that it happened.

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Now let me tell you about Satori a Zen concept. Satori is the warriors state of being, it occurs at the moment when the mind is free of thought, pure awareness the body is active, sensitive, relaxed and the emotions are open and free, Satori is what you experience when the knife is flying towards you.” "You know, Soc, I've had that feeling many times, especially during competitions. Often I'm concentrating so hard, I can't even hear the applause." "Yes, that is the experience of satori. And now if you grasp what I say next you will learn the correct use of sports or painting or music or any other active or creative gateway to satori. You imagine that you love gymnastics but it is merely the wrapping for the gift within Satori. The right use of gymnastic is to focus your full attention and feeling on your actions; then you will achieve satori. Gymnastics draws you into the moment of truth, when your life is on the line, like a dueling samurai. It demands your full attention: satori or die!" "Like in the middle of a double somersault." "Yes, that's why gymnastics is a warrior's art, a way to train mind and emotions as well as the body; a doorway to satori. Your final step is to expand this clarity into daily life, then satori will become your reality your key to the gate.

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Els primers dies i les primeres nits sense llibertat són extremadament estressants, et marquen per sempre. Jo he intentat recordar-los i, si no miro el que vaig anotar al meu quadern, no soc capaç de reproduir els meus sentiments i els meus patiments; però sé que sense la Dolors hauria estat insuportable, no sé com me n'hauria sortit. Tal com diu ella al principi del llibre sobre la seva arribada a Alcalá Meco: «El primer pensament és que tenim sort de ser dues, amb la Meritxell. Ho pensaré sovint, aquests trenta-tres dies.» La Dolors va ser la meva Meritxell. Tant a ella com a mi ens van marcar els primers dies de presó.

De tous les bords, tous les journaux (il en est dans toutes les langues et tous les formats) l'annoncent d'un même coeur au monde : l'amour universel, les voies ferrées, le commerce, la vapeur, l'imprimerie, le choléra, embrasseront ensemble tous les pays et les climats [...] Certes, la terre ne se se nourrira pas pour autant de glands, si la faim ne l'y force ; elle ne déposera pas le dur soc ; souvent elle méprisera l'or et l'argent pour se contenter de billets. La généreuse race ne se privera pas non plus du sang bien-aimé de ses frères - et même elle couvrira de cadavres l'Europe et l'autre rive de l'Atlantique, jeune mère d'une pure civilisation, chaque fois qu'une fatale raison de poivre, de cannelle, de canne à sucre ou de quelque autre épice, ou toute autre raison qui tourne à l'or, poussera dans des camps contraires la fraternelle engeance. Sous tout régime, la vraie valeur, la modestie et la foi, l'amour de la justice seront toujours étrangers, exclus des relations civiles, et sans cesse malheureux, accablés et vaincus, car la nature a voulu qu'ils restassent cachés. L'impudence, la fraude et la médiocrité triompheront toujours, destinés par nature à surnager. Quiconque a la force et le pouvoir, qu'il les cumule ou ls partage, il en abusera, sous quelque nom que ce soit. (Palinodia, palinodie)

Cand traiesti in trecut, ai nevoie de un mic soc sa incepi sa fii viu in prezent.

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Soc. Take a look round, then, and see that none of the uninitiated are listening. Now by the uninitiated I mean: the people who believe in nothing but what they can grasp in their hands, and who will not allow that action or generation or anything invisible can have real existence.

I would come for you. And if I couldn't walk... I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together- knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.

Soc. Then we are the more bound, my dear Theodorus, to examine the question from the foundation as it is set forth by themselves.

...But I gotta do something. It seems like there's gotta be someplace without greasers or Socs, with just people. Plain ordinary people.

half of the hoods I know are pretty decent guys underneath all that grease, and from what I’ve heard, a lot of Socs are just cold-blooded mean—but people usually go by looks.

Em vaig mirar el Mark, a l'altra banda de la taula. Encara t'estimo, vaig pensar. Encara em miro aquesta cara d'encantat que tens, amb aquesta barba tan graciosa, i penso que ets l'home més guapo que he conegut mai. Encara et trobo interessant, fins i tot ara que m'estàs avorrint més que el programa de Martin Agronsky. Però algun dia ja no serà així. I mentrestant, vaig fugint d'aquí. No soc cap bellesa, i vaig sumant anys, i tinc els diners justos perquè em durin seixanta dies, i em fa terror estar sola, i no puc ni suportar la idea d'un divorci, però m'estimaria més morir-me que estar-me aquí asseguda fent veure que tot va bé, m'estimaria més morir-me que estar-me aquí asseguda buscant la manera que em tornis a estimar, m'estimaria més morir-me que passar-me cinc minuts més regirant-te els calaixos i demanant-me on ets i anticipar el següent engany i preocupant-me per si el meu pobre cos masegat i carregat d'anys, amb les cicatrius de les cesàries, et tornarà a posar mai calent. No suporto compadir-me de mi mateixa. No suporto haver d'esperar contra tota esperança. No suporto estar aquí asseguda amb tota aquesta ràbia transformant-se en dolor i després en llàgrimes. NO SUPORTO NO DIR RES!

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