Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Wat Does A Green Bracelt

Bob Dylan Revisited: a musical comic


Internet contains a wealth of information, not always resisted, but very abundant. It's where you first go to find something. However, information overload and the consequent difficulty to find the long sought to minimize their usefulness. It is therefore essential to learn
strategies and tricks to find better
. We need to learn to manage their power seekers using filtering.
In this video you will learn something about the search for information:





In this presentation you'll discover the tricks to look better with Google:

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Google Search Tricks on Prezi

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better understand what they are for social bookmarking and learn to use one of the most popular: Delicious.


Now, create an account on delicious and add multiple pages properly labeled. It is therefore appropriate to think first tag names most basic and important: not very operational use many labels impromptu, on the contrary, it is best to establish a hierarchy of tags can be applied to many different pages.
When you created your account and added the markers, send an email with the address of "your delicious."


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And then the sudden smell of burning flesh!

Here is fruit for the crows peck to mature with rain, wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the trees to be let down
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
'Strange Fruit'

was always a special song for
Billie Holiday, 'Lady Day', which suffered life as anyone. In many cases ended his concerts with her and the audience stayed silent, absorbed to interpret it that way and before told the same story, the story of pain, the American wound.


The English lyrics is a poem by Abel Meeropol (I leave it below the video.) In any case, this whole story is much better explained in

La Fragua, as always, we uncover little big jewelry.





Strange Fruit

Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,

Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh!
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.



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MY SITE RECREATIONAL Where imagination took us where with closed eyes can see endless fields
Where
created the first light germinated Blue Sky seed
back to that place where I was born
of sun, tang and desire
are his hands in my hair
of snow, hurricanes and
depths of my recreational site wind that seems to speak its murmur
moves the world and you see him dancing gracefully
and with it the setting for my home.
Mar tray silver, sea hell is a natural temperament little or no cost to be one more.
sun, tang and desire are his hands in my hair hurricane of snow and chasms
the site of my pleasure,
Silence sanity breeze and give encouragement to my madness
There is snow, no fire, no desires
where I break (Antonio Vega)
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