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Modeling Agencies – Making the Right Choice

Wed, 09 Nov 2011 21:06:56 +0000

Modeling Agencies – Making the Right Choice

As the modeling world grows more international, the most important factors in choosing an agency may be the ones you least expected.

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solidarity graffiti from uk

Wed, 19 Oct 2011 13:07:58 +0000

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LA SELVA SQUAT

Mon, 17 Oct 2011 11:44:30 +0000

FROM THE REALIZATION OF THE DREAM AT THE REALIZATION OF THE SPACE

In this days we have squat a casa cantoniera in Reggio Emilia, north center Italy, called "La Selva Squat" for espriming the our need of space in this city than dont get space at the neo situation, than, are not the ordinary discotech.

In a epoc where we have habit to living under atomic sconvolgiment, tribal war and social control, in the name of our liberty of thinking we dont want dont doing pratic the squatting of empty and fatiscent building present in city, like stimulus, for an alternative future dont based on mercification of the work, of the pleasure, with the riappropriation, and the critic of the society, than deny at us present, past, and future.

This occupation must be the beginning and not the end of a living out of pay-work-consume-dye. For us having a space like this give the possibility of enbilding and create new percours out of the logic passiv shop-consumator, or less badly like quasi in the totality of the social center italian the rapport gestor-gregarys.

In a epoc where at us come sell the time and it going changed for the our pleasure we rivendicate the right of a space creative, a serigraphy, gigs out of the business, dinner launch and conveing, multimedial room with gratis access and a bibliotek, space for create art out of the law of the mainstream.

The same Zeitgeist unite us a situation actually presently in Uk, Spain, France, Holland, Greece, Germany and Swiss.

We are not the first and we are not the last.

That is the our responding at the degrade where house empty coming closed and inutilizated, in all the city, in this way, constringending the people less abbient to do crazy think for coming at the end of months, quasi asking charity for survive, and at the continued aument of the price of rent of the immobiles.

Into and around this place we dont tollerate from soon every type of selling drugs.

For creating place of aggregation than makin living people using them potential and contivating for outcoimng from stabilited scheeme, creatin our percours and conviving.

A space where the creativity is not a part of selling or esposted but bringing part at the construction of the real in part of situation material of liberation individual and collective.

So well, at the end, also in a small and nice city like Reggio Emilia, the cementification and the degrade abitative incoming to make upload.

The autogestion is real and tangibiles in last in this operation from a point of view of artistic we can again inscript in the concept of post-modern than us considerate also catastrophic: maybe better the first surrealist, the berlin dadaism, the punx movement, the moove of san francisco, the futurist anarchist and some pratic of the situazionist than some of us have study the pratic and makin consideration of the crisis of art, music, culture, knowledge, in generis wich us stayin across all the contemporary europe, and the mysery where they fallin and droppin.

Squatters Reggio Emilia

La Selva Squat

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Blog about greek punk

Thu, 08 Sep 2011 05:58:39 +0000

http://greek-punk.blogspot.com/

Find everything you want about greek punk!!!

News ,lives , and downloads from the greek scene.

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Israel's social protests are anything but dead

Sun, 21 Aug 2011 17:14:50 +0000

The smothering trap that successive Israeli governments have put us in for the past 40 years no longer allows us to breathe. A welfare state is one that strives for genuine peace and achieves it.

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Indymedia Trolls Attack

Fri, 03 Jun 2011 13:04:25 +0000

Indymedia Trolls Attack in Greece are united Greek trolls of Athens Indymedia ( https://athens.indymedia.org/?lang=el ) as expressed by our blog http://indymediatrolls.blogspot.com/

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Illustrated: How To Detect Infiltrators and Observe Covert Police Misconduct

Mon, 28 Mar 2011 18:57:29 +0000

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Noah

huamanpuka — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 08:10:19 +0000

Tata Noah chief of Indigenous communities

He was not very tall, but he was considered more Indigenous that other people from our country. His skin was almost white, like a Creole’s, and his eyes were the color of the sky. Some of his children took the same eye color. He was my Tata Noah, the grandfather of my father, chief of Indigenous communities of Mollepata and Mollebamba. He was always working, whether in the fields that the villagers had dedicated to him, or at home using our machine to make ice cream with fruit. It was what I liked best as a child; the frozen fruit was so diverse and delicious. I always remember my grandfather Noah in the largest room of the house, with his ice cream maker.

The favorite of all Tata Noah’s children was my grandfather, his eldest son, who followed the tradition of our ancestors and married his first cousin, who gave birth to my father. I became his favorite when I was born.

I heard my Mamacona Herlinda say that Tata Noah cried when I was born because I was bleeding in the eye. He went into the hills for several weeks to conduct a ceremony to the ancestors and to ask our Apus (spiritual leaders) to heal me of what I was born with. He was gone for a month, and when he returned, he was very emaciated by fasting for his beloved grandson, but he was happy because the coca leaf had indicated to him that it was a sign: it was the beginning of the era of the condor, and this knowledge is a legacy, known only to the elect people of panakas, transmitted from generation to generation as a duty.

My friend was named Yume, which means, "He who keeps the sacred." I gave him another name: Tachito, because of his stooped and silent gait, and he always called me "Child." I do not know why. After that, all the people called me "the Child." Why could they not call me by my name, like everyone else? When we went down to the communities where my Mamacona Herlinda had her fields, all the people there called me "The Child." Every morning a man named Eulalia brought me milk from alpacas, and I would drink it still warm. He would say, "My daughter Herlinda, I brought this milk for the Child." And then she took us to the kitchen, where we were invited to eat the cushalito, a potato soup with spices.

My Tata Noah was old, but was always was traveling to the Apus of the Cordillera Blanca to bring ice from the glacier make the ice cream. He would leave the town of Santiago with his herd of llamas, donkeys, and horses to bring the ice down. It was a beautiful sight: my Tata with his particular attire, his poncho brown with gold edging out, hurrying toward the snowcapped mountains. All the people from the town would face toward Cabracay to see him off, waving.

My grandfather walked with a very long stick adorned with many allegories. Tata Noah told me long ago that it represented our true nation, which was all unknown, because many of those living in the village had given in to the viciousness of the white people and did not follow the customs of our fathers. That hurt my Tata, so when I arrived, he ever and ever told me many things and stories of our nation, which was not recognized by the whites. He made me grab the big stick of authority as chief Apu, symbolizing the only legacy we had for our nations, and he told me that I had to realize their dreams because his body would turn to dust again.

The day he left this world is a painful memory. His body had the smell of flowers and he had a big smile. I did not get the big stick of our nations, because I thought at the time that it should remain in the hands of my great grandfather, because our nations were still slaves in the Western world. I only said, “Goodbye, Tata Noah.”

Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos

Tupac Isaac II

http://www.culturalsurvival.org/publications/cultural-survival-quarterly...

Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos is a direct descendant of the Inca’s Panaca of Tupac Yupanqui, ruler of Tawantisuyu. He was arrested and jailed as belonging to armed rebel groups for helping Indigenous communities in Jaén and San Ignacio defend their forests from international logging concessions, but was eventually released when the charges could not be proved. His poetry has been published in several languages, and he maintains his own website at http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com/

http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com/2010/02/tata-noe.html

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Noah

Fri, 18 Mar 2011 08:01:04 +0000

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שרפו את המדינה | ניסן ג'רבי

Fri, 17 Dec 2010 11:40:03 +0000

היו כמה שלבים בסיפור האסון בכרמל. בהתחלה האשכנזים סיפרו לנו שפרצה שריפה. אח"כ הודו שזה התחיל בפאתי הכפר הערבי דרוזי עוספיה. לאחר מכן טענו שמדובר במחסן פסולת לא חוקי והוא עומד מאחורי פריצת השריפה. גם, גם לא תפס. באו שוב האשכנזים ואמרו רשלנות. עוד פעם אמרו: רשלנות. רשלנות ורשלנות בשוגג. חזרו על זה בערך 90 פעם. הכינו את הקרקע לקראת הדבר הגדול.

הערמומים לא ביזבזו יותר מדי זמן והבינו שחייבים להוריד את החשד מהמתנחלים. אמרו לנו, תפסנו 2 ערבים מעוספיה בני 16. אביהם כמעט מת מהתקף לב בבית המשפט והילדים רועדים בכל גופם. שיחררו אותם אחרי כ48 שעות. שבמהלכן עשו את המוות לערבי אחר, ממוצא יהודי, אלי ישי. אתה אשם. לך הביתה. ההמון האשכנזי היושב בבתים כבר מצביע על העצומה נגדו. זועק אלי ישי שהעביר עשרות מיליונים לכבאות, מה שלא עשה איש במשרד הפנים לפניו. לא פינס ולא פורז ולא אף שר פנים אשכנזי. אבל ממשיכים. אתה אשם יא תימני.

בזמן כתיבת שורות אלו שוחררו שני הילדים בני ה-16, ותפסו ילד בן 14. הצליחו להוציא ממנו הודאה בזריקת גחל בועל. יביאו אותו בפני שופט. אה, כמעט שכחתי להגיד לכם מיהו. הוא גם ערבי, מעוספיה.

ולתפארת מדינת ישראל.

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