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This is IT.

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From Cleantechnica

extrima kasih, pak

When visiting fair, far-flung Indonesia remember your phrases – foremost though T’rima. It’s followed by Kasih – these two mean Thank You; please say them quite often to friends old and new. In keeping with trends in most adventure sports there is though a dashing, fresh kind of retort that’s used to give thanks to a younger, fun crowd – it’s spoken not softly but boldly and loud. An Extrima Kasih just bursts with elation as well as the sincere and honest sensation of gratefulness toward a fine counterpart who keeps in the folds of his own beating heart the not-quite-so-subtle or too-modest dream or being the bossman of all that’s extreme. Please still be respectful to those who are old – respect in this country is worth more than gold – but try out this hot phrase on dogs of the sea and say to a surfer: Extrima Kasih!

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on flipping switches

I learned how to turn off most yearning feelings when I was a pipsqueak, first spreading my wings. It happened soon after my family moved to Deutschland – Germany – where I felt behooved to throttle the misery building within so as to my new life abroad to begin. The friends and dear classmates that I’d left behind weighed massive and foremost upon my young mind, so much so I had to just learn to unfeel, with such strong emotions I couldn’t then deal. Now I’m in my thirties, becoming a man, on my own two feet I can more and more stand, but still I can flip off what most others can’t – compassion and longing and deep-seated want. Oh well, that’s my station, it isn’t so bad, at least I don’t easily break or get mad, please wish me good fortune and much Happiness as I navigate this here flesh-and-bone mess.

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chaotic and fair

I’m back from an island, Gili Trawangan, there I found adventure and new friends and fun. It took but an hour by a mountain bike around its circumference to pedal and hike, friendly were the people that I met out there on that tiny island chaotic but fair. Now off to old Singapore I must be going for I’ve some fine people my face to be showing. Sleep well then my hearties and keep your heads high, your hearts still and empty, and all your wounds dry.

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rtamerica:

Obama on CIA’s post-9/11 tactics: ‘We tortured some folks’
President Barack Obama made a rare acknowledgment during a Friday press briefing concerning the United States’ past use of enhanced interrogation tactics in the wake of the September 11 terrorist attacks.
“In the immediate aftermath of 9/11, we did some things that were wrong. We did a whole lot of things that were right, but we tortured some folks. We did things that were contrary to our values,” Pres. Obama said near the end of a nearly hour-long press briefing at the White House in Washington, DC.

rtamerica:

Obama on CIA’s post-9/11 tactics: ‘We tortured some folks’

President Barack Obama made a rare acknowledgment during a Friday press briefing concerning the United States’ past use of enhanced interrogation tactics in the wake of the September 11 terrorist attacks.

“In the immediate aftermath of 9/11, we did some things that were wrong. We did a whole lot of things that were right, but we tortured some folks. We did things that were contrary to our values,” Pres. Obama said near the end of a nearly hour-long press briefing at the White House in Washington, DC.

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there and ponder

By speaking about great immutable Truths one shepherds them into all-too-skinny booths, imprisoning them with inadequate words, transmuting what’s gold into fresh, steamy turds. Therefore I’ll remember next time I dare speak to stop up my pucker and shore up what’s weak, to keep to myself many things I have learned, to cherish such beauty as sacrifice earned. This task is not easy, for others expect to sit there and ponder, comment, and correct, to say how I should have done this or done that while I keep on spewing until I go flat. Silence it is golden, worth more than much else, it’s greater than petty, material wealth, a pillar of strength in a house built of sticks, I’ll now shut my yapper before I fall sick.

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life-giving sod

Upon this here island – the one of the Gods – is much rich, volcanic, and life-giving sod. Sent down from the peaks of Agung and Batur it nurtures a people both mighty and pure. Through smart cultivation they grow rice in it, manured with great heaps of holy cow shit, they coax from it mountains of fruits and veggies that mass on green bushes and bunch up in trees. We eat of this bounty most every day, so long as deities still grant us our stay, until life’s inevitable strikes us down and turns us right back into life-giving ground. So eat up, my hearties, do not miss a grain, lest all of that labor should have been in vain, but finish each morsel that lands on your plate for she is a fickle and tricky one (Fate).

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life-giving sod