Monday, September 29, 2008
Simcity 4 Asks For Cd Every Time
guys this is my story of sailing Lignano. The first time I got in the boat was about fifteen years ago. The hill was stellar in Lignano: all boats open faster Adriatic was based in Marina Punta Faro. The legendary Fanatic, winner of many Barcolana, was the dream of those years. We can mount over had a privileged few. Oh well, do not digress ...
Saturday evening during a delicious dinner at the ancient seat of YCL, good Gazza gave me a floppy disk, a 3.5 "floppy. Prehistory computer. Inside the disk there was the legendary Jofanaut navigation software. This software was then to a "light years ahead" and, in some ways, continues to be. Born from the mind and hands of the engineer Faraglia, programmed in BASIC and running in dos, via NMEA interfaces to all aircraft instrumentation and navigation instructions from race worthy of the very expensive software B & G: layline, historical wind vmg target on polar, etc. ... This software
me a little 'fuck. From the day the engineer Faraglia took me aside and explained how the program works, and I still think that sailing is not inspiration or talent. But geometry and vectors. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe not, the fact is that Aries III has now become a technological laboratory.
At the bottom just add a little note on the weekend just ended. Two days of bora of 20/25 knots. Giant waves. Boline demanding and stern plane continues gybed negative on the faces of the waves. Lignano has given me everything he could give me in recent months. Now begins the fall with an October full of local races. We hope to find no wind?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Poetry For Asking For Shower Contribution
For a couple of years I have had the right of this blog the ads from Google. I've also gained a couple of centoni and not invalidated by Google (even Biggar my sympathies), but I think it's more "cute" to give space to the friends of Cesvi . Advertising that I can do they will be the best that I can receive credit.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Microwave Oven For Camping
Nazionale sul Garda: three days of 20 knots and cold. Planing and belts.
Among the last day and I have cards on the table, declaring the "pit" told me that she wanted to win a test and I told her I wanted to get 20. Moral: One has won a test (almost two actually) and I did twenty. Simple no?! I close
26, a fair result. The performance could be better and would also have been avoided if I screw them twice in the buoys. Anyway, the moral high returns home. A Riva
I saw a lot of friends who had a long time since I came across: the above Among cited airman who is entering the Zone, Brother Possum still out of shape (I thought maybe to beat him without working?? ehhhhhhh !!????), Ale that hits a victory in its last outing in 4.7, Diego came to greet a some 'friends de éxito, Horse increasingly angry with his lazy boys, Tazio to whom I offered a red at the end of race and Eze, who made me understand to put the search for performance in front of the search result. Who do you think that laser is just "social" was used ...
Monday, September 15, 2008
Kate Nash Nicest Thing Piano Pdf
This evening I received an email with this attached photo of Alberto. E 'two Saturdays ago. In Lignano and children of the south wind blew YCL were sailing school on the beach for the feast of the course. I was in the sea but then I've achieved. I had given up the zonal rather than miss. And I was right. Just great.
Saturday and Sunday came just past the Bora instead. But much stronger. Too. We say that the gusts were over thirty ... I came out the same but I did more to learn how to handle these situations than for others. In these conditions are not racing. I discovered that the Laser, to windward, holding blow in these winds. Can not do rather stern. I could still loose in the wind but still managed just tried to place the boat was screaming and I had to strangle her in every way. I wanted to try to "give up the reins," but I could not to get a piece of the sea with sufficient depth to be free without danger of capsizing storge of the tree.
Sunday night I loaded the boat: this week it's off to the national team on Lake Garda. To help me out came the magpie, a veteran himself by windsurfing in a release. It was broken by all parties but his eyes were smiling.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Mucasy Bleeding Between Periods
last week in office. Very little time for extra work digressions. But tomorrow bring rain and dark bora. Forecasts say gusts to 40 knots but often exaggerate. We'll see. Meanwhile, I planned a wake-up early in the morning. AriesIII is down waiting for me.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Ap Lab 5 Cellular Repsiration Answers
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the Master League of Gravesend, during the second day there was a boat that ran around the race course. On board was the handsome George. Great actor, rich and sexy. Adored by women all over the world and silently envied by some males. In the race course but there was a laser on board with Tazio, born 1938, professor of physics and mathematics in retirement. Tazio brings with him a box of 6 tablets to be taken to the old coronary artery disease. Tazio made all 6 races with a good wind of 12-15 knots. He also capsized. Some people choose to stay in front of the TV to numb their talents, I'd rather drink a glass of red with Tazio.
My Master League has gone well. They finished sixth a few points from the third. The first two were head and shoulders above all objectively. I honestly do not think I could get so high but now that the championship is finished it should give me the "mona". Mona because I did not fight enough, because I turned the mona first beat almost always between the 15/20 and then recover, mona for not having had the courage to attack Alexander in the last race (finished second!). To win you have to be hungry and it is time to fast. I take home above all this: a race is actually a war, where you have to give more 100% or more. When you lower your guard KO finish, you're slow, do not get, you pass, you deconcentrated, t'incazzi and everything goes to hell.