#AyOteli

[cilginfizikcilervbi]

Gezegensel Mimari: Uzayda Yaşamın Evrimi

Gezegensel Mimari: Uzayda Yaşamın Evrimi Gezegenler arası seyahat ve kolonizasyon hayal olmaktan çıkıp gerçeklik haline gelirken, insanlık yeni bir sınır ötesi yaşam tarzıyla karşı karşıyadır. Bu yeni dünyada, farklı gezegenlerin benzersiz koşullarına uyum sağlayabilecek yeni mimari çözümlere ihtiyaç duyulmaktadır. Bu noktada “gezegensel mimari” olarak adlandırılan disiplin devreye girer. ,Uzay,…

[quishquosh]

his name is ayot. igayoa ayot. backwards toya

[loremastering]

tagged along with a couple friends to follow frodo's journey

[princessofmistake]

Se cominciate per sacrificare voi stessi a coloro che amate, finirete per odiare coloro ai quali avete sacrificato voi stessi.

[juliansummerhayes]

“Anyone Can Sing" Anyone can sing. You just open your mouth, and give shape to a sound. Anyone can sing. What is harder, is to proclaim the soul, to initiate a wild and necessary deepening: to give the voice broad, sonorous wings of solitude, grief, and celebration, to fill the body with the echoes of voices lost long ago to bravery, and silence, to prise the reluctant heart wide open, to witness defeat, to suffer contempt, to shrink, lose face, go down in ignominy, to retreat to the last dark hiding-place where the tattered remnants of your pride still gather themselves around your nakedness, to know these rags as your only protection and yet still open—to face the possibility that your innermost core may hold nothing at all, and to sing from that—to fill the void with every hurt, every harm, every hard-won joy that staves off death yet honours its coming, to sing both full and utterly empty, alone and conjoined, exiled and at home, to sing what people feel most keenly yet never acknowledge until you sing it. Anyone can sing. Yes. Anyone can sing.” ― William Ayot

[recetasnumar]

Descubre los increíbles beneficios del ayote, un alimento versátil y nutritivo que no puede faltar en tu dieta. Rico en vitaminas, minerales y antioxidantes, el ayote es ideal para fortalecer el sistema inmunológico y mejorar la salud digestiva. Además, su bajo contenido calórico lo convierte en una opción perfecta para quienes buscan cuidar su peso. En nuestro artículo, te enseñamos cómo preparar una deliciosa crema de ayote, perfecta para disfrutar en cualquier ocasión. No te pierdas la oportunidad de incorporar este nutritivo ingrediente a tus comidas y aprovechar todas sus propiedades. ¡Visítanos y aprende más sobre el ayote!

[aceitesclover]

Sumérgete en los sabores auténticos de Costa Rica con la receta de queque de ayote sazón de Clover. Este delicioso postre combina el dulce natural del ayote con especias que realzan su sabor, creando un queque esponjoso y lleno de tradición. Perfecto para disfrutar en reuniones familiares o como un capricho especial, este queque es f��cil de preparar siguiendo las indicaciones detalladas de Clover. Sorprende a tus seres queridos con un postre que celebra nuestras raíces y deleita el paladar con cada bocado.

Para más detalles, visita Receta de Queque de Ayote Sazón.

[artisthomes]

Shaw's Corner (George Bernard Shaw's home) in Ayot St. Lawrence, Welwyn, England

[wsiconecta]

Los beneficios del ayote son muchos, además de invadir el ambiente con su aire otoñal, el ayote es una de las verduras que brinda color, sabor y nutrición a cada platillo. Su nutriente estrella es la vitamina A, esencial para tu salud visual y celular. Además, es una importante fuente de carotenoides, antioxidantes fundamentales en la prevención de enfermedades como la aterosclerosis, entre otras.

[8um8le]

when I read 8ot my brain pronounces it like ayot. btw I love 8ot sm whar if we kissed

War if u guys kisd?

[art-portraits]

Portrait of Caroline Lambart, née Crawley, Countess of Cavan

Artist: Philip Alexius de László (British, 1869-1937)

Date: 1912

Medium: Oil on Canvas

DESCRIPTION

Caroline Inez Crawley was born on 6 February 1870, the eldest daughter of George Baden Crawley and his wife Eliza Inez Hulbert. On 1 August 1893 she married Frederick Rudolf Lambart (1865-1946) eldest son of Frederick Edward Gould Lambart, 9th Earl of Cavan, and his wife, Mary Sneade Olive. Her husband succeeded his father on 14 July 1900. During the Boer War the Countess went out to join her husband and rode out to see some of the battlefields with him. She was very supportive, especially after the First World War, when he considered resigning from the army as new appointments were slow to come, despite his impeccable record. Lady Cavan told him to be patient, which advice would prove to be wise, considering Lord Cavan’s subsequent achievements. However, by then, Lady Cavan already suffered from ill health, and did not witness the full flowering of her husband’s career. She died childless on 15 June 1920, aged fifty, and was buried at Ayot St Lawrence.

[the-stray-liger]

Oh dinner was luxurious and delicious. Ayote cream, cordon bleu, veggie lasagna, the chunkiest creamiest mashed potatoes. I love this employees association I take all my complaints back

[notasfilosoficas]

“La virtud no consiste en abstenerse del vicio, sino en no desearlo”

George Bernard Shaw

Fue un dramaturgo, crítico y polemista irlandés nacido en Dublín en julio de 1856.

Bernard Shaw nació en un barrio de clase media baja de Dublin, fue el único varón de la familia y el primero de una familia de tres hermanas, su padre era un alcohólico que trabajaba de forma irregular como comerciante de maíz.

Durante su época estudiantil, asistió a cuatro escuelas distintas, todas las cuales odiaba, estaba desilusionado con la educación formal, a las que consideraba prisiones y a los maestros carceleros, en los cuales a los niños se les mantiene para evitar decía, “estar molestando a los padres”. En 1871 dejó la escuela para trabajar en una firma de administradoras de fincas, en donde trabajando duro llegó a ser cajero en jefe.

En 1873, la madre de Shaw y dos de sus hermanas, abandonaron Dublin para seguir a quien fuera su pareja sentimental a Londres, un músico bien conocido en Dublin, y debido a la gravedad de una de sus Hermanas, Shaw viajó posteriormente a Londres en 1876 para reunirse con su madre.

En los años siguientes trabajó como periodista y crítico teatral y de música para diversos periódicos, al tiempo que publicaba novelas por entregas. Con muy bajos ingresos, Shaw vivió esos años en relativa penuria.

En 1884 y tras entrar en contacto con la obra de Karl Marx, Shaw se hizo socialista y pasó a formar parte de la sociedad Fabiana, un grupo revolucionario. En 1898, contrajo matrimonio con una Irlandesa que procedía de una familia adinerada.

Para entonces sus trabajos literarios y críticas teatrales lo iban dando cierto renombre.

Shaw escribió mas de sesenta obras, algunas importantes como Hombre y Superhombre en 1905, una teoría de la humanidad como estadio mas avanzado de la evolución de la fuerza vital hacia formas mas espirituales, en donde la influencia de Nietzsche y de Henri Bergson se hacían presentes.

En 1925, recibió el Premio Nobel de Literatura y en 1938 compartió el Oscar de Hollywood al mejor guión adaptado por la versión cinematográfica de Pigmalión, una de las mejores comedias de Shaw que se convirtió en una aguda critica al sistema de clases inglés, a través de hacer pasar a una florista por una dama, para lo cual se le enseña dicción y buenas maneras. Shaw se convirtió en la primera persona en recibir el Nobel y el Oscar. 

Shaw sobrevivió a la Segunda Guerra Mundial y durante sus últimos años disfrutó de cuidar los jardines de Shaw´s Corner, su residencia situada en la pequeña villa de Ayot St. en Inglaterra. Murió a la edad de 94 años de una insuficiencia renal producto de una caída mientras podaba un árbol.

Fuente: Wikipedia, biografiasyvidas.com

[birchbritches]

Calliopeoetic Egress

Calliopeoetic egress, uncollected but accrued objects set to clatter by a day's unmistakable lack of coordination, store-bought latitudes and whatnot set over an unrecognized stevedore's labors let our minor chaoses of slept bear slurp turpentine or other rough stuff and survive and, groggy, slog over the landscape finding things to askew and stew on and snuffle and get a mouthful of,

a sieve unclear why it's landed atop the oats, a smote bottleneck kept without explanation, we're waiting in the refuse we won't refuse, or yet anyways, ayote took on concentrations and the sweet outcompeting self, a powderkeg of pattering floorboards worn because finding a shore to climb onto seems unattainable, labile day won't hear it, we're circling ourselves

like sharks sparking flints for light, a dozen ways unaccustomed but hoping and secondarily unaccustomed to hope, costuming in hopes we can fake ourselves out and something tastes like blood long before we reconcile, we're flooded with emotions we hoped never to have, we're ruddered with rudders going unplanned but standstilled an unaccounted for self

and if that ain't the hell we've lived with, what's the point, why anoint anything or point out anywhere we've been, who'd be the audience to shenanigans unasked? We task ourselves again and again, ask a lot, offer no explanation, crack additional calliopes over our knees adversarially, and circuses let off steam.

[juliansummerhayes]

Another day of Teams calls -- six or seven I think. I will if it kills me start at least one of them with a poem. I'm thinking of this one by William Ayot

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In My Fiftieth Year

October had me thinking about dying. The specialist had dropped a few new words into my humdrum, day-to-day vocabulary, sharp, angular words like prostate, blood test and tumour. I waited as the days grew shorter, burned faster, turning for consolation to Alden Nowlan and Raymond Carver, poets who both died conscious at fifty, facing the implacable mugger that is cancer.

Alden got there by main strength and character, eyeball to eyeball with the merciless thug, managing to raise a modicum of grace at each new threat and ugly demand. Ray was something else. He’d made the journey, had travelled to despair and way beyond. He knew that his life, or what he had left of it, was a gift over which he had neither right nor dominion. In fact he renounced all pretence to control and settled for the astonishing beauty of the moment.

Having seen the mugger’s shadow in the alleyway, having heard the click of his approaching heels, I’ve seen him, in his irrational way move on, seeking someone else to terrorise. Whatever comes now, I think I’m ready. My life, like Carver’s, has become a boon. For me, each day’s an unexpected benison, a deepening I never thought to witness. I’m privileged to see beauty and to know what I’m seeing, to recognise love in its glory and variety. I have a place where my heart can gather itself, I have friends, and the goodwill of my dead. In my fiftieth year I have come in to land. Rich in love and in beauty I am truly blessed.

[tuportamiviareturn]

Se tu hai una mela, e io ho una mela, e ce le scambiamo, allora tu ed io abbiamo sempre una mela ciascuno. Ma se tu hai un'idea, ed io ho un'idea, e ce le scambiamo, allora abbiamo entrambi due idee.

George Bernard Shaw (Dublino, 26 luglio 1856 – Ayot St Lawrence, 2 novembre 1950)