kensington runestone

About 1100 Ad a group of kinghts rode into the deserts of jerusalem and conducted an excavation. They returned to the west with what they found and were proclaimed official knights of the religious sect by the pope, granting them unlimited power and influence. They then used their find to amass vast amounts of wealth, enough to fund a large amount of the crusades. Afterwards, being uncontrollably in debt, a lord ordered the slaughter of these knights on friday the 13th, possibly the origin of that stigma, instead of reimbursement. Many of them were tortured before they were killed. The remaining knights gathered together in their fleet of ships, amassed from the wealth funded by their find, and sailed away, never to be seen again. there is a chance that they traveled to scotland and fought with robert the bruce against the english and there is another chance, which is now being proven that they travelled to america and, perhaps, left their find.
Although I am not familiar with all of the exact details, the kensington runestone could be evidence that these knights, known commonly as the knights templar, came to america with their find, this possibly being the holy grail.

spanish that i know

hola
que pasa amigo
como estas?
muy bien
tienes una fuma
si muchas
detras!
no problema
la chica es muy bonita
si es mi mamacita
es mi novia
estas un mono grande
cuantos anos tienes?
tengo veinte ocho anos
eres viejo
si
es frio
hace veinte
es buena dia para una fiesta
no bien punta es loco
este bonita dia para una fiesta. bebemos muchas cervecas anoche a las fiesta en el veinte frio. motamos un fuego punta!
es loco amigo
voy a mi casa en mi coche. come mucha no tengo hambre.
voy a trabajar por la toda dia. estoy trajando por catorce horas.
Es mucho. por el restaurante eres un burro pequito.
tengo ir a mi casa y mi chica bonita.
hasta la vista mi amigo
hasta manana
salute

solar ink!!!! incredible green technology

check this out. solar ink. a breakthrough in green technology.

http://www.findportablesolarpower.com/solarenergy/solarink.html

What is Solar Ink?
Good question. Do you write with it?

No - but you probably could if you wanted to. The breakthrough is that it is actually printable.

Okay, not to confuse you any further. Solar Ink is a new method of dissolving tiny particles of silicon (nano particles, which are only a few atoms thick), into a solution which allows one to "print" solar panels (in extremely thin layers), onto all sorts of materials. It can be printed out by the acre, and is a fast process which would allow a vast quantity of solar paneling to be produced, at only a fraction of the current cost.

A solution such as the one above is exactly what we need in order to rapidly and inexpensively mass-produce solar panels.

The future for solar energy can be very bright - it's just a matter of what we do with it.

Thin Film Solar Panels
Solar ink is used to make thin film solar panels. These are flexible solar panels which can be rolled up and easily transported. They are a common solution as portable solar power for hiking and camping trips, since they are lightweight and can be easily rolled up and attached to the top of a backpack, or transported by hand.

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proof of alien life - tiahuanacu and puma punku

Amazing proof of technology that has yet to be equaled in modern times was being used in 15000 BC! In bolivia

http://www.world-mysteries.com/mpl_6.htm

interesting proof of alien life - antikythera

a crazy working clock mechanism from 200 BC!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antikythera_mechanism

The Antikythera mechanism (pronounced /ˌæntɪkɪˈθɪərə/ AN-ti-ki-THEER-ə), is an ancient mechanical calculator (also described as the first known mechanical computer)[1][2] designed to calculate astronomical positions. It was recovered in 1900–01 from the Antikythera wreck,[3] but its complexity and significance were not understood until decades later. It is now thought to have been built about 150–100 BC. Technological artifacts of similar complexity did not reappear until the 14th century, when mechanical astronomical clocks appeared in Europe.[4]

Jacques-Yves Cousteau visited the wreck for the last time in 1978,[5] but found no more remains of the Antikythera Mechanism. Professor Michael Edmunds of Cardiff University who led the most recent study of the mechanism said: "This device is just extraordinary, the only thing of its kind. The design is beautiful, the astronomy is exactly right. The way the mechanics are designed just makes your jaw drop. Whoever has done this has done it extremely carefully...in terms of historic and scarcity value, I have to regard this mechanism as being more valuable than the Mona Lisa."[6][7]

The device is displayed in the Bronze Collection of the National Archaeological Museum of Athens, accompanied by a reconstruction made and offered to the museum by Derek de Solla Price. Other reconstructions are on display at the American Computer Museum in Bozeman, Montana and the Children's Museum of Manhattan in New York and in Kassel, Germany.

on little children

so i don't want kids. maybe this will change but as of now i just cant understand it. it just seems like such a fruitless endeavor. bust my ass all my goddamn life to buy a nice house with a picket fence and a little fuckin dog. Use all my beer money to buy diapers and baby food cause you gotta feed these things, i guess.
And what thanks would i get? "Gee, thanks dad for buying this overpriced absorbant plastic that i wrap around myself so i can take a shit whenever i want." Wouldn't happen. Damn it. I want to take a shit whenever i want.
The reward ultimately is perhaps a smaller version of myself. Well, I'm not even especially fond of myself so another, whinier, helpless, more annoying version is not what this world needs. thank me now, because i just saved you a pain in the ass.

i was thinking about getting a shopping cart

I was thinking about getting a shopping cart and bringing it with me wherever i go. I coupld out alot of my belongings in it, perhaps some clothes, and pictures of my relatives, so i could have them if necessary. It would be great because i could just hop into the cart and take a nap. Or if i found a nice bench i would have all the clothes and newspapers i would need to make myself quite comfortable, even some cardboard if it started to rain a little. I wouldn't even need a house. I only use it to keep my shit in, anyway.

the danger of the ducks

Ducks. When we think of ducks, we think of funny little birds with large bills. Right? Well, I’m here to say that they are a bit more than they seem. Actually, a lot more. The events I am going to relate here will be very hard to swallow. Just follow along and don’t stop ‘til the end.
It was abut 3 a.m. The buses had stopped. I was walking by the campus pond and had decided to go down and watch the ducks. I sat on a stone bench under a large tree and watched the ducks for several minutes. All of the little feathered things were flapping around and quacking their little quacks. Just normal harmless duck things. That is when it happened.
They came in from the sky in their large, silver disc like craft. The lights on it were flashing and there was peculiar hum that was barely detectable emanating from it. It came to a halt on the far side if the pond, right up to the edge of the water.
I saw them when they emerged.. From my vantage point from my bench under the trees, I was hidden and had a view of them. They were beings that were there but not there. They were ghostly beings, formless and colorless.
I wasn’t the only one that had noticed this large craft. The ducks were quacking and flapping their wings as the entire flock moved towards the craft and the forms. I heard clicking sounds from the beings that I guessed was their way of communicating. The flock finally settled in front of the aliens. I was surprised when one duck swam forward to the front of the flock and said to the beings in plain English,
“It’s about time you guys showed up! This long, stuck on this planet, in this get up of feathers and wings was starting to get to me. You left us here for 500 years. I thought the plan for an invasion was going to be put in effect 200 years ago. It’s about time. That ‘s why you guys are here, right?”.
The beings emitted more clicking sounds, which the ducks seemed to be listening to intently. Then the flock emitted a great amount of flapping and what sounded like laughing. It was obvious that the two groups were communicating. One of the beings went back into the craft and then emerged aging with what looked like a toy laser gun. The being aimed this at every duck one by one. When they were hit with this laser, the ducks instantly changed into one of the formless ghostly beings. They all were aliens.
I could not believe my eyes. This was just too much for me. I ran as swiftly and as quietly as I could from under the tree. I was not quiet enough. The entire group had their eyes on me. I kept running. They didn’t come after me.
The next day I was walking to the police station to report what I saw when a duck appeared in front of me. It looked me right in the eyes and in English again, said “We saw you last night. You will not tell anyone of our plans. I don not know how we did not detect you sooner. You are the one that could bring about our downfall. You will not live.” \
All around me ducks dive bombed me. I ran as fast as my feet could take me, dodging the ducks. That morning, I was pecked within an inch of my life.
Since them I have been on a crusade against the ducks. I tried to recruit many with no luck. I have fought ducks many times. I have tried to determine their plans, when they will make their move. I have not learned a thing. We must join together with me because it is the only hope against them. They will attack soon. We have no time to waste. Does anyone hear me? That is why you need to let me out of here. I am not crazy!!! You have to do something. Let me out. I am not crazy.”
Shut up! Inmate #47 you are giving me a headache. You’ve been yelling all day and I’ll send you to detention if you keep it up. Wait a minute, what is that quacking sound? Woah, the ducks, they’re everywhere!!! Help! Help!

Poetry

Peak is high
The snow covers the mountains
It is soft and untouched
The winds float lightly
Warmth on the front
Start, sun line
Mother makes a tired child supper
Descending
Penetrating all
Rivers roam side by side
City lights keep flow
Businesses become bankrupt
Men leave their jobs and find a new one somewhere else
Country farms worship passing
Mills churn
Nature imparts wares
Prerequisite for sediments
Oomph absconds
Faceless ride and enjoy
Depart for there is link
Formidably isolated
Isolating rapport
Nostalgic masses drink of the sweet nectar
No one stirs when everyone is gone
The rivers flow
The tree rests and blisters
The roots run far under
Reflective liquid surges
Back onto itself
Flames touch all and die
New countries arise out of ash
A war begins and all is consumed
One promotion with a superb surge
Provoked to the heavens
Divinity flies and alights upon partial regards
Manipulative yield by no means
Lonely river burns in deficient liberation
Densely ceaseless compulsion
Opaque monotony on an elderly generation
Mumbling man walking down the road
Fumes spit from the smokestacks
Seamstress drops a needle in the barn
She leaves and does not sew
An old dog lies on the floor
It sleeps and dreams of a march hare
A young boy draws a cartoon
As if he had been doing it all his life

horror story

The dunes were quiet and cold as John Fitzer walked upon them. The wind whistled by, sending individual grains of sand spiraling along in an endless churn. John breathed heavily as he worked his way up a particularly steep, windy sand trail, sweat forming on his brow, then catching the breeze and dispersing into the atmosphere. He had been walking for the better part of an hour. He was surrounded now by an endless expanse of sand. The path he was traveling had been well tread and he was thankful for this because it would be hard to keep his bearings without it.
Clouds were forming and the sky seemed to grow darker in a very short period of time. John puzzled over this for a moment but continued on his way, confident that he would be reaching his destination soon, that being the rural strip of highway that ran the length of the dune and the suburban landscape that was on the other side.
John kept a steady pace. Each step he took, however, caused him noticeable fatigue. His legs were growing tired and there was a very distinct ache in his thigh muscles that made him stiffen with every step. The highway should be coming soon. Even at the top of this hill it might come into view. This thought gave John a little extra motivation and he quickened his pace, ignoring the increasing pain in his thighs.
He noticed now that the path that he was on had become clear of footprints. As far as he could see the sand was unbroken, with only the natural, windblown curves that differentiated each dune from every other. This was strange to John. The path did not split and as far as he was aware, this was the only direct way across this expanse of sand. Why would it not be riddled with steps after it had been up to this point?
He raced forward but each step seemed harder and harder to take. His feet seemed to become very heavy. It was as if they were being dragged down by some source from below the surface. John was having trouble taking steps now. He was fighting but was unable to clear his feet from the sand. He was only able to drag them, now grasping his legs and pulling forcibly, perhaps creating a humorous image to anyone who could have seen him, pulling at his legs and only shuffling along inch by inch. The severity of the situation was that his movement was being obstructed, he seemed almost to be attached to the sand in an irresistible and unbreakable bond.
John was unable to move at all now. He struggled and shook and screamed in terror. He dropped to his knees, feeling the dragging weight over his whole body, forcing him against his will down towards the soft, sandy floor. He was sucked down, sprawled out completely. He dug his hands deep into the sand, searching hopelessly for some sandy purchase. He cried now and yelled for help but there was no one to come to his aid. The force seemed to be increasing and now the sandy surface below him seemed to decrease in solidity. He began to sink, the crushing, dragging weight pulling him down. John raked his fingers along the sand as he sunk. Sand forced its way into his mouth and nose as he was pulled under. He was having trouble breathing now, gasping for air with only sand finding its way down his throat.
He screamed in pain. What felt like sharp nails were ripping at his legs, penetrating deeply into his calves. He felt the warmth of his own blood pour down his legs. Then came the sickening sensation of his legs being pulled apart, his bones crushing as a terrible force pulled and tore, separating the bones and sinews at the knee. John tried to scream but no more breath would come and none would leave through the sand clogging his nose and mouth. He felt himself grow faint and his eyes closed while the terrible scraping continued and he disappeared below the surface of the sand.
John came around and immediately noticed the pain in his legs. He groped them only to find wet stumps with sharp pieces of bone sticking out. He choked on sand and finally uttered screams and then more of them. The place was dark and cold. John stared desperately around in the pitch, trying to get his bearings, trying to ignore the pain in his legs and think rationally. As his eyes adjusted, it seemed to John that he was in a tunnel. The walls were solid, the sand having been bonded together. They were strong and did not give under Johns force.
It felt the vibration of movement through the walls of its sand home. It liked its prey alive and struggling and now was the time. It raced down the tunnel, spit dripping down its large serrated teeth. The taste of man’s blood when it licked its claws fueled its hunger.
John heard scraping. He saw something in the dark coming towards him now but he was unable to discern what it was. Only the yellow of its eyes could be seen, piercingly bright and approaching rapidly. He felt a terrible weight and a blinding pain as whatever it was attacked, pinning him down and sinking its razor sharp claws deep into his stomach. John screamed as a mouth opened wide and closed around his face.
Above the surface, Jerry and Alison Deveuve were sweating as they made their way up a steep, sandy path, and looked at each other in wonder as the footsteps they had been following disappeared. Below, the tunnel walls vibrated. It licked its lips. Blood dripped down its mouth but its hunger was never satisfied. It was time to feed again.