<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198</id><updated>2012-02-02T09:12:56.428+01:00</updated><category term='HP'/><category term='how to'/><category term='pegatron'/><category term='nvidia'/><category term='no signal'/><category term='faulty GT230'/><title type='text'>Another Dead Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-4015240500255110280</id><published>2012-01-08T10:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T10:57:18.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkies in the city</title><summary type='text'>OK so yesterday I went downtown with my wife in a car to get a fresh seafood from a specialized shop and now there was this guy crossing street in front of our car so I slowed down (obviously), but then he stopped. I realized he is barely standing straight and goes right towards our car (my first reaction was - shit, what is he gonna do, if he is high, he can walk over our car, start beating the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4015240500255110280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=4015240500255110280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4015240500255110280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4015240500255110280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/junkies-in-city.html' title='Junkies in the city'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6485629339107974270</id><published>2012-01-06T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:05:53.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Internal Communication</title><summary type='text'>I have to say that I work in a company which has the most elaborated system of internal communication I have ever seen... lots of things which make your life easier on one hand and feeling like your are "playing for the right team" on other hand.

On the contrary it has also some strict rules, like not allowing to install anything that is not approven by IT... therefore I see my last.fm proggy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6485629339107974270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6485629339107974270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6485629339107974270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6485629339107974270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/internal-communication.html' title='Internal Communication'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-281288138042378221</id><published>2012-01-02T10:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:06:05.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the month</title><summary type='text'>"I am now in the phase of my life, that I will not get used to have servants."



Moral of this story? Have servants from early youth, they will not be weird for you, when you get older. :o)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/281288138042378221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=281288138042378221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/281288138042378221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/281288138042378221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/quote-of-month.html' title='Quote of the month'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-4466547482729214995</id><published>2011-12-28T00:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:10:10.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing the people around you... for the books. Knowing thyself.</title><summary type='text'>In the posthumously published diary by Jan Zabrana is somwhere written: "Changing the people around you for the books... But for how long? And what happiness from it? The only reason for it is that, there is no happiness from anything... And then it is right: changind the people around you for the books."

After I finished reading Orhan Pamuk and his "Black book" (especially the Tale of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4466547482729214995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=4466547482729214995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4466547482729214995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4466547482729214995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/changing-people-around-you-for-books.html' title='Changing the people around you... for the books. Knowing thyself.'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6314072987705293956</id><published>2011-12-20T22:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T22:27:53.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Subileus</title><summary type='text'>Nothing like subileus. Another great night in pain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6314072987705293956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6314072987705293956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6314072987705293956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6314072987705293956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/subileus.html' title='Subileus'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-8332294550498391758</id><published>2011-12-11T23:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:35:12.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Public transportation system</title><summary type='text'>Up until today I thought that I have seen everything in a Prague tram. But not today. There was a guy sleeping on the ground right in the middle of the tram. He looked quite happy about it and nobody gave a flying fuck. I just thought whether he is dead or not, but then I saw how he was breathing.

Well I fell asleep in the tram, too, when I was partying, but always on the chair, never lying on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8332294550498391758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=8332294550498391758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8332294550498391758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8332294550498391758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/public-transportation-system.html' title='Public transportation system'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-3606247973412994103</id><published>2011-12-11T00:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T00:37:50.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Magritte and a trip to Vienna</title><summary type='text'>Today we made a trip to Vienna for a Rene Magritte exhibition in Albertina Museum. It was quite good, I liked really much several of the paintings and I really have to say, that Walter Benjamin was in a way right in his The Work of Art in the Age of the Mechanical Reproduction, because I felt I want couple of those paintings, but knowing they will be just copies, because they have to be priceless</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3606247973412994103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=3606247973412994103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3606247973412994103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3606247973412994103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/magritte-and-trip-to-vienna.html' title='Magritte and a trip to Vienna'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-8873982667181262603</id><published>2011-11-03T15:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:24:18.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>graphic designer</title><summary type='text'>Q: Can you transfer Pantone for RAL?A: I can only put down my pantalone for oral.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8873982667181262603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=8873982667181262603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8873982667181262603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8873982667181262603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/graphic-designer.html' title='graphic designer'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-7468020527214852973</id><published>2011-11-02T18:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:23:05.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus on... hygiene</title><summary type='text'>Matthew, 15... things that come out of a person’s mouth come from the heart, and these defile them. 19 For out of the heart come evil thoughts—murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false testimony, slander. 20 These are what defile a person; but eating with unwashed hands does not defile them.”

Especially with the last sentecne I would love to hear a doctor saying something on this topic, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7468020527214852973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=7468020527214852973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7468020527214852973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7468020527214852973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/jesus-on-hygiene.html' title='Jesus on... hygiene'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-5074254684101307622</id><published>2011-11-02T11:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T11:53:41.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Low esteem of people with dishonestly acquired property</title><summary type='text'>Funny fact, I personally know only five persons who are on Czech standards filthy rich, but all of them acquired their wealth by honest business.

When you would run into them on the streets you could see that they are rich only in small details (for example nice watches, nice glasses, etc.), but they are dressed normally and drive in Audi or BMW cars (standard car, nothing eccentric.)

And when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5074254684101307622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=5074254684101307622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5074254684101307622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5074254684101307622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/low-esteem-of-people-with-dishonestly.html' title='Low esteem of people with dishonestly acquired property'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2715367632084154641</id><published>2011-10-31T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:31:16.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I was at the doctor</title><summary type='text'>Really long time had passed since I was at the doctor last time. Anyway few things:

a) Today was my doctor working from 13:00 till 18:00. At 12:57 were sitting twenty persons in the waiting room. So I left home, spent the time at home and returned at 15:00. It was only me and one old man, who was bit deaf.

b) You could hear that in the consulting room was someone speaking with the nurse. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2715367632084154641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2715367632084154641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2715367632084154641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2715367632084154641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-i-was-at-doctor.html' title='Today I was at the doctor'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-8313680254671676703</id><published>2011-10-29T09:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T09:59:20.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And then... they marry the next one</title><summary type='text'>It seems really weird, but there were around me lot of my friends who  had long-term relationships (5 years and more) and if they did not marry, they split up and married the next guy (girl or boy) after couple of months being together. 


The winner in this contest is definitely one of my friend, who told the girl on the second date he wants to marry her and have kids with her and what is funny,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8313680254671676703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=8313680254671676703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8313680254671676703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8313680254671676703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-then-they-marry-next-one.html' title='And then... they marry the next one'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-1961560699365936475</id><published>2011-10-27T19:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:33:30.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Definition</title><summary type='text'>Well this is marketing. On one adult content site had ad banner which said something as (what I would try to "translate" into nice language):
"Beautiful young girl with penis."

I really had to laugh, because more exact thing would be:
"Beautiful young boy with fake tits."

Anyway in the end it is only a matter of definition and I am sure that they are getting more money from the banners with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1961560699365936475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=1961560699365936475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1961560699365936475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1961560699365936475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/art-of-definition.html' title='The Art of Definition'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-8686088403444502116</id><published>2011-10-06T19:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:20:57.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Jobs died</title><summary type='text'>Best condolences ever: iRIP.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8686088403444502116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=8686088403444502116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8686088403444502116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8686088403444502116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/steve-jobs-died.html' title='Steve Jobs died'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-1990273431213426368</id><published>2011-10-02T21:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:37:24.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpleasant things...</title><summary type='text'>Last week I was telling my (today already former) colleague, that I am going to quit the job and go to a different company and that it is very "unpleasant" for me (that I am bit stressed how my bosses would take it, etc.). And she (because she was nearly 50 and very wise and cool) told me, that it is OK, if it is unpleasant for me, because it is unpleasant situation. The really big problem in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1990273431213426368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=1990273431213426368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1990273431213426368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1990273431213426368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/unpleasant-things.html' title='Unpleasant things...'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-7854217783015399828</id><published>2011-10-01T15:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T15:06:44.764+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...it made me cry</title><summary type='text'>Why the hell have mostly most "thumbs up" on YouTube comments under musical videos such as: "It's such beauty, that it made me cry."

Are all the YouTube users such social and feelings deprivants, that they "like" when some kind of loser is crying in front of monitor?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7854217783015399828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=7854217783015399828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7854217783015399828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7854217783015399828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-made-me-cry.html' title='...it made me cry'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-3654090078987885047</id><published>2011-09-24T10:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T10:50:33.442+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MC Wrec</title><summary type='text'>"One two one two this just a check. Who's the biggest cunt? It's MC Wrec!"

This was on my mind yesterday, when fucking cunt called MC Wrec not only ruined London Elektricity (AS USUAL) but he really had to shout his fucking retarded sentences like (make some noise, show me your hands, etc) also to great High Contrast concert!! WHAT A FUCKING LOSER!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3654090078987885047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=3654090078987885047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3654090078987885047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3654090078987885047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/mc-wrec.html' title='MC Wrec'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-5071441751264400352</id><published>2011-08-31T14:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:49:15.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Debts</title><summary type='text'>It is "natural" to not have any debts. For example whole my life I am trying to live without any loans, if I want something, I just wait until I have the money for it and then I buy it.

But it looks like nowadays we all live (in so called Western civilization) in huge debt. The governments have debts, the people have debts. For example in Czech Republic the governernment have already debt 1,5 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5071441751264400352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=5071441751264400352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5071441751264400352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5071441751264400352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/debts.html' title='Debts'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-1250939322110955034</id><published>2011-08-25T13:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T13:37:36.982+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Future of e-books</title><summary type='text'>Well, dont know if it is possible - but probably it could be no problem - after reading one of Haruki Murakami's novel I was wondering, that it could be bit better if on your reading device you could hear the "sounds". This particular novel was full of references to classical music, the heroes of the book were listening the pieces, etc. Or when the hero was at the sea shore, the sound of the sea </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1250939322110955034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=1250939322110955034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1250939322110955034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1250939322110955034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/future-of-e-books.html' title='Future of e-books'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2106076449541298591</id><published>2011-08-24T13:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:36:28.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest thoughts on...</title><summary type='text'>... 1) even in the tropical weather (around 33 degrees Celcius) there is really cold feel coming from the depths of the Petschek Palace, looks like the Palace is cursed by the nazis...

...2) marriage - we were on a vacation in the mountains on this big cottage where various families were and there was this older guy (his kids were talking Dutch, but he was Czech) and me and my wife we had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2106076449541298591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2106076449541298591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2106076449541298591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2106076449541298591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/latest-thoughts-on.html' title='Latest thoughts on...'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-5135877462454177831</id><published>2011-08-16T09:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:54:14.989+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird attitute of insurance companies to culture and knowledge</title><summary type='text'>Well I went to the insurance company and I had quite interesting conversation there.

The lady there was asking me if I have television, how much it is, if I have computer, etc etc. Lets say that all the electronic devices were worth aprox 2000 euros and I had to give them photos and serial numbers, etc.

And then I asked her about my library, what would happen in case of fire? Because I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5135877462454177831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=5135877462454177831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5135877462454177831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5135877462454177831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/weird-attitute-of-insurance-companies.html' title='Weird attitute of insurance companies to culture and knowledge'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6173528714523763487</id><published>2011-08-03T17:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T17:32:33.067+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful world</title><summary type='text'>Obama has signed a law, that US can now have even bigger debt, As a result, they are magically now out of the possibility to go bankrupt... well, I dont know, but for me, they are now only in even bigger debt... what is quite scary is the time curve of the whole debt, that 90 percent of it happened in past two decades... why? What has changed so much in the past two decades? Or is it like that up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6173528714523763487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6173528714523763487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6173528714523763487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6173528714523763487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-wonderful-world.html' title='What a wonderful world'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-7019994889301282000</id><published>2011-07-18T15:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T15:46:55.620+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the printed books...</title><summary type='text'>Well of course that the printed books will last forever, but maybe the printed book will be really exclusive (well maybe not as during the medieval age before the printing press, when one illuminated book was of a value of a house), but I guess that prices as 200 euros for book will be real one day...

So what has changed so much? Well I personally own an ebook reader for couple of months and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7019994889301282000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=7019994889301282000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7019994889301282000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7019994889301282000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/end-of-printed-books.html' title='The end of the printed books...'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-5204747706737183799</id><published>2011-07-12T17:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:11:31.362+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One senctence out of context...</title><summary type='text'>I am now reading one book by Hannah Arendt and there is this small part of one big sentence, which I really like. It is translated from Czech, so...

"...in a conversation between me and myself, that is on the road, where arise big philosophical and metaphysical questions..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5204747706737183799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=5204747706737183799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5204747706737183799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5204747706737183799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-senctence-out-of-context.html' title='One senctence out of context...'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-7337030313082730460</id><published>2011-06-27T10:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:23:34.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideal country</title><summary type='text'>The ideal country would be, where they have French cheeses (but without the French people), Italian salami, German sense for precision and quality, Finnish education, low taxes, four seasons, mild climate, sea, good architecture and no assholes or religious fanatics.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7337030313082730460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=7337030313082730460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7337030313082730460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7337030313082730460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/ideal-country.html' title='Ideal country'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2382421003376610974</id><published>2011-06-22T14:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:36:14.609+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrupulous PR</title><summary type='text'>I am doing now a project for a PR course and have to say that after couple of years of PR praxis I have become a monster :oD.

The project is a hypothetical campaign for a small city in the middle of nowhere that they would "allow" in the public referendum to build the radioactive waste disposal near their homes.

I did the truly excellent PR campagn with all the "ethical" brainwashing (is it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2382421003376610974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2382421003376610974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2382421003376610974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2382421003376610974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/scrupulous-pr.html' title='Scrupulous PR'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-4389058505290262071</id><published>2011-06-21T17:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:10:57.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Czech Tabloid</title><summary type='text'>So after quite a long time I skipped through the pages of czech tabloid Blesk and really have to laugh.

There is this young "sexy" lady with fake boobies (age 25), in a different times we would call her a hooker, but no, she is supposed to be supermodel, and she had this relationship with 65 yrs old rich businessman. I really have to laugh, because I have seen a video of these two couple of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4389058505290262071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=4389058505290262071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4389058505290262071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4389058505290262071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/czech-tabloid.html' title='Czech Tabloid'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-7490792660479215108</id><published>2011-06-10T10:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T10:56:53.652+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cieli che feci mai?</title><summary type='text'>Cecilia Bartoli was yesterday for the first time in the Czech Republic, Prague.

She left me speechless and the only thing I can say, that she is truly a goddess. Bravo.

I think that it was the most expensive concert I have ever been to (200 euros per ticket - aprox salary in Czech Republic is 920 euros), but it was hell worth it! She was singing Vivaldi arias (with little pause) for more than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7490792660479215108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=7490792660479215108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7490792660479215108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7490792660479215108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/cieli-che-feci-mai.html' title='Cieli che feci mai?'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2190223312482862772</id><published>2011-06-09T12:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:00:27.818+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On a cynical note</title><summary type='text'>The news are lately nothing but less Escherichia coli from Germany, and how everybody will die of this highly contageous bacteria of hemmorhagic diarrhea.

Well... now some numbers. There is 0,04 ‰ (permille, not percent) of German inhabitants infected. From these only one percent have died (26 persons so far). For example in Ebola virus is the mortality rate between 50-90 %!!! Here it is just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2190223312482862772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2190223312482862772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2190223312482862772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2190223312482862772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-cynical-note.html' title='On a cynical note'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-3707001057157505253</id><published>2011-06-01T10:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:28:51.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindle</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I got Kindle. Have to say, it is just great. Combined with wonderful software Calibri, I really have no complaints.

Well maybe one, could be supporting DOC, because I have several scripts from my studies, which are written in DOC format... but there are ways how to deal with it, so in the end, it is not that such of a problem.

OK so I have found out another disadvantage after really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3707001057157505253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=3707001057157505253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3707001057157505253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3707001057157505253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/kindle.html' title='Kindle'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-1331297492383282007</id><published>2011-05-25T21:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:23:38.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bier nach Wein</title><summary type='text'>Bier nach Weintrinkt nur SchweinWein nach Biertrinkt nur Tapir?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1331297492383282007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=1331297492383282007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1331297492383282007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1331297492383282007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/bier-nach-wein.html' title='Bier nach Wein'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-304374467843866377</id><published>2011-05-23T18:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T18:39:02.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripe soup</title><summary type='text'>Recently there was one of mine Finnish friends from Erasmus in Prague and we went to my favourite pub called Lokál. Because they all were vegetarians, they did not enjoy much the Czech cuisine, but they were bit surprised I have eaten a tripe soup there.

Tripe is cut animal stomach, mostly in Czech republic it is from cows. It has to be washed and boiled for several hours before it is edible. It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/304374467843866377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=304374467843866377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/304374467843866377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/304374467843866377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/tripe-soup.html' title='Tripe soup'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-5856022573763408852</id><published>2011-05-20T11:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:36:51.607+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Two medicaments which really work (for me)</title><summary type='text'>Well apart from medicine for headaches I am not in need of any medications, but there are certainly two cases, where I found what really is the best (for me).

First condition is so called Aphthous ulcer, which is very painful, but totally harmless and usually (in my case) develops from mild injury in my mouth (like biting myself etc.). So it bothers me like twice a year. Well I have used lots of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5856022573763408852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=5856022573763408852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5856022573763408852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5856022573763408852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/two-medicaments-really-which-work-for.html' title='Two medicaments which really work (for me)'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-221757333227301091</id><published>2011-05-18T11:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:19:45.846+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindle order placed...</title><summary type='text'>Having at home hundreds of books and almost no space where to put the newly bought... today I placed an order for Amazon Kindle... hope it was good idea, definitely one thing I could not do with kindle - reading in bathtub, which I was doing quite often... But still I hope it will read at least all the free PDFs I have (written by the surely dead authors).

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/221757333227301091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=221757333227301091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/221757333227301091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/221757333227301091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/kindle-order-placed.html' title='Kindle order placed...'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HGmRKSds9OY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-5041877282724114563</id><published>2011-05-16T18:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T18:05:38.471+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumbs up if...</title><summary type='text'>Thumbs up if you are a douchebag who starts every comment on YouTube by: "Thumbs up if..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5041877282724114563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=5041877282724114563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5041877282724114563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5041877282724114563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/thumbs-up-if.html' title='Thumbs up if...'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-8655513098901437373</id><published>2011-05-13T23:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:09:32.285+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Petr Nikl - Líni</title><summary type='text'>This my favourite song by Petr Nikl. Too bad that his webpage is not updated that much, because we have lots of his books and CDs at home.

Shnilí líni líně sní
Tisknou, ale netísní
Samí svatí v sítích spí
Svítí, ale nestíní
Tuuu, tydu tu tuuuuu

Shnilí líni písní zní
Nahlas, ale neslyšní
Dnem dní v ledu bledě bdí
Oblí, ale nehmotní
Tuuu, tydu tu tuuuuu

Shnilí líni líně sní
Tisknou, ale netísní
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8655513098901437373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=8655513098901437373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8655513098901437373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8655513098901437373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/petr-nikl-lini.html' title='Petr Nikl - Líni'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6348446465204134430</id><published>2011-05-12T16:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:23:20.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Being old and wise</title><summary type='text'>I have to say thay my wife's grandmother is really funny. She is over 80 years old, doctor of philosophy, and enjoying manual work and also she likes the thought that people who do not know her, think of her that she is just the "cleaning lady" :o).

Anyway it seems to me like she has discovered that now she is in the age when she can get away with almost anything, plus is making fun of people in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6348446465204134430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6348446465204134430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6348446465204134430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6348446465204134430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/being-old-and-wise.html' title='Being old and wise'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-3862342981876817339</id><published>2011-05-09T16:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:08:43.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>how to be loved on facebook</title><summary type='text'>For example commenting the photos of your friends in a way as: "Oh my god, you look fabulous, chica, on your new profile pic! Not like the big fat walrus you are in real life! Next time when we have party, send us just the photo!"

Jusus, I really dont get the people with the photoshopped or design photos... We all know you, it is not like that if you upload your hype picture you are a different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3862342981876817339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=3862342981876817339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3862342981876817339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3862342981876817339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-be-loved-on-facebook.html' title='how to be loved on facebook'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2135449008624138338</id><published>2011-05-04T13:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:22:53.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyjetní akt</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2135449008624138338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2135449008624138338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2135449008624138338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2135449008624138338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/pyjetni-akt.html' title='Pyjetní akt'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2172887991061456237</id><published>2011-05-02T15:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:52:45.957+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense of Place. Sense of Space</title><summary type='text'>I think that people back in the 19. century could really enjoy life and living in spacious places. According to some Czech data in the 19. century ppl were aprox. 165 cm tall. Only 3 % of population was taller than 180 cm.

Nowadays in the Czech Republic (data from 1999) 30 % of population is taller than 180 cm. I was already writing about similair topic here. I am personally 187 cm tall.

But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2172887991061456237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2172887991061456237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2172887991061456237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2172887991061456237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/sense-of-place-sense-of-space.html' title='Sense of Place. Sense of Space'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-7569669318243920860</id><published>2011-04-30T21:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:38:40.375+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><title type='text'>LocalMLS folder full of crap how to delete the jpg files</title><summary type='text'>Recently I was wondering why I have almost no free space left on my Windows 7 system drive... I tried to free as much space as I could and then run the Auslogics Diskdefragmenter and what took my interest was there were thousands of jpg files in some kind of LocalMLS folder...

The path was:

C:\Windows\ServiceProfiles\NetworkService\AppData\Local\Microsoft\Media Player\Art Cache\LocalMLS

(in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7569669318243920860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=7569669318243920860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7569669318243920860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7569669318243920860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/localmls-folder-full-of-crap-how-to.html' title='LocalMLS folder full of crap how to delete the jpg files'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-180785737533084059</id><published>2011-04-29T13:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:34:37.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Bedding</title><summary type='text'>Funny fact: in Czech language is nobility "šlechta" and breeding is "šlechtění"; it has same language root.

So with the fact that princ Charles is so ugly that they made fun of him even in the Simpsons series, we can tell that the last two roayal weddings of british nobility were in a fact nice examples of breeding. Thanks to Diana William is quite nice chap and with Kate, gosh, their kids could</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/180785737533084059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=180785737533084059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/180785737533084059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/180785737533084059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-bedding.html' title='The Royal Bedding'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6187440291381350561</id><published>2011-04-18T19:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:34:46.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pope warned about technologies...</title><summary type='text'>Toady I read, that the Pope warned the world about technologies that they cannot be there for you instead of the God...

Well really dont know how exactly he was thinking that, but maybe he is afraid, that in 100 years we will just upload ourselves on the cloud (you see there those metaphores of Cloud No. 9, right) and live for eternity... well something that was in the best anime ever Ghost in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6187440291381350561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6187440291381350561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6187440291381350561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6187440291381350561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/pope-warned-about-technologies.html' title='Pope warned about technologies...'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-4408085246875224421</id><published>2011-04-11T14:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:34:26.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-linguistic experience</title><summary type='text'>I am now reading a comparative book about Wittgenstein, Husserl and Heidegger and the main topic is language.

The author was at one page thinking, whether animals or very small children who are not able to speak yet are perceiving the world in the same way as we do. And that it is quite impossible (apart from watching your brain via MRI) to get what infants or animals thinks, simply because they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4408085246875224421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=4408085246875224421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4408085246875224421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4408085246875224421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/pre-linguistic-experience.html' title='Pre-linguistic experience'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-1668424767162497192</id><published>2011-04-06T11:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T11:42:31.694+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Responses for commercial and telemarketing telephones</title><summary type='text'>Do you have our great card which gives you great discounts in our great shop?
Oh my God, I am soooo happy I got rid of your card recently!!! It was such horrible card I never want it back again in my whole life!

What would you say, that right now, when I am calling you, I am giving you 50 % discount for our ware?
Well, you should go to your boss and tell him, that because I am old and have no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1668424767162497192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=1668424767162497192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1668424767162497192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1668424767162497192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/responses-for-commercial-and.html' title='Responses for commercial and telemarketing telephones'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-5815923894260503918</id><published>2011-03-29T16:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:00:57.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Television is shit</title><summary type='text'>Although we have a television at home, we are not "watching" the TV programmes. We use it just as a screen device, through which we watch blu-ray disks, etc.

But, anytime I am powering on the TV in the evening, there is some really stupid Czech TV series.
a) it always looks very lame, actors are very lame, etc.
b) most of the time I see some sort of these soap operas - the actors there are doing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5815923894260503918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=5815923894260503918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5815923894260503918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5815923894260503918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/television-is-shit.html' title='Television is shit'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-8148631275074119433</id><published>2011-03-23T20:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:10:49.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like subileus</title><summary type='text'>Again</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8148631275074119433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=8148631275074119433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8148631275074119433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8148631275074119433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/nothing-like-subileus.html' title='Nothing like subileus'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-7468116083015318026</id><published>2011-03-18T10:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:18:02.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>reality of correctional facilities</title><summary type='text'>Recently there was very tragic case of a murder and rape of a 9 year old girl in the Czech Republic. I was quite surprised how many people in the discussions under the articles at news sites were so sure and certain, that when the guy, who did it, gets to the prison, the other inmates will kill him for sure - we do not have death penalty in our law system.

Where does this certainity come from? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7468116083015318026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=7468116083015318026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7468116083015318026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7468116083015318026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/reality-of-correctional-facilities.html' title='reality of correctional facilities'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-925373155438915345</id><published>2011-02-17T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:25:28.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Modesty</title><summary type='text'>Recently I remembered one song by one Czech band... lyrics were in Czech but it went something like this:

Money just the money dont wait
You just reach to them and they have you.

(yeeah, I know it is not rhyming in English so add "...as bait", but that is not the point of the story).

I think I could say about myself that I am quite a modest person, but on the other hand, couple of years ago </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/925373155438915345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=925373155438915345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/925373155438915345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/925373155438915345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/modesty.html' title='Modesty'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6192208017797674510</id><published>2011-01-27T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:20:13.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The biggest sexual crime ever</title><summary type='text'>Roland Barthes in his book Sade, Fourier, Loyola describes (apart from lots of other thoughts) that marquis de Sade was a genius at the multiciplity of the crimes... for example to do incest, adultery, sodomy and sacrilege at the same time one of the heroes of his book 120 Days of Sodomy fucks his own married daughter in the ass whilst having a sacramental bread on his penis.

Wow, this one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6192208017797674510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6192208017797674510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6192208017797674510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6192208017797674510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/biggest-sexual-crime-ever.html' title='The biggest sexual crime ever'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-3079959443760372855</id><published>2011-01-18T14:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:12:49.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim Jong-il, the mode trendsetter</title><summary type='text'>
As you can see, everyone is wearing this jacket! My sister used to have such jacket 20 years ago! Weird, if you imagine, that Kim Jong-il is supposedly having more than 4 billions euro on his European accounts!

I hope he has at least monogram on the jacket, as the "luxury" clothes have :o).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3079959443760372855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=3079959443760372855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3079959443760372855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3079959443760372855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/kim-jong-il-mode-trendsetter.html' title='Kim Jong-il, the mode trendsetter'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-7102419902651175677</id><published>2011-01-18T11:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T11:47:32.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird solidarity in Albert Heijn supermarket</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I bought salade and small plain baguette. Funny thing was that right before I should be getting my receipt and pay the stuff, one old lady came there and said that on her bill are two yogurts and that she wants that 3,90 crowns back (aprox 15 eurocents), because she has bought only one yogurt.

Well, no problem with that, but the cashier instead of giving her back the money put through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7102419902651175677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=7102419902651175677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7102419902651175677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7102419902651175677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/weird-solidarity-in-albert-heijn.html' title='Weird solidarity in Albert Heijn supermarket'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-3927295594981555491</id><published>2011-01-17T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:09:48.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Garmin</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I bought this Garmin nuvi 3790T Lifetime gps for cars, looks great, works great, but!

First of all , the lifetime is meant the lifetime of the gps, not your lifetime, lol. Overall lifetime of the electronic devices is now two years and a day (with the two years warranty of course), so maybe the extra cash for lifetime is shit.

But secondly, which is far more worse, they say in the manual</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3927295594981555491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=3927295594981555491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3927295594981555491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3927295594981555491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/bloody-garmin.html' title='Bloody Garmin'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-8384504401986148849</id><published>2011-01-07T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T10:43:46.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of mercury thermometers</title><summary type='text'>European Union made year ago another "wise" decision... they forbid the mercury thermometers, because they are supposed to be unhealthy... well maybe if you eat ten of them per day as a medieval cure for your sore throat.

But what is more interesting is, that one daily in the Czech Republic recently made a test of the electronic thermometers and also nurses in hospitals say, that the electronic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8384504401986148849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=8384504401986148849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8384504401986148849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8384504401986148849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-mercury-thermometers.html' title='The end of mercury thermometers'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-4402177305703884989</id><published>2011-01-06T13:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:55:45.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante</title><summary type='text'>Well, I am reading Dante Alighieri now and have to think... why in the time of advanced 3D cinematics no one did the film adaptation of Divina Commedia?

That would be hell of a roadmovie :o). Well, there certainly was a playstation game, but that sucks...

Well at least I see one problem with the adaptation... the main hero, supposedly Dante himslef, does not give crap much about the transitions</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4402177305703884989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=4402177305703884989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4402177305703884989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4402177305703884989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/dante.html' title='Dante'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2791061323647793345</id><published>2011-01-06T11:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:56:52.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tram and theatre</title><summary type='text'>Today it was all pee and old people in the tram, so I came up with an idea of a theatre play.

It would be based in Spain in a retirement house and main characters would be:

Doña Incontinenta and Don Impotente. As a genre cloak and sword/dagger drama would just be it.


I love going in tram to work.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2791061323647793345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2791061323647793345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2791061323647793345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2791061323647793345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/tram-and-theatre.html' title='Tram and theatre'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2317638335055781509</id><published>2010-12-30T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:47:12.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Bible</title><summary type='text'>Recently I started reading Bible. The reason was, that it is often said, that Bible is what made the Western Civilization... must say that it has not changed my mind about the God (yup, He still does not exist for me, not even some Flying Spaghetti Monster), but it is very interesting book to read.

One can see how life was back there for example from all those things which are forbidden etc. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2317638335055781509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2317638335055781509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2317638335055781509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2317638335055781509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/reading-bible.html' title='Reading Bible'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-8827102207915530653</id><published>2010-12-11T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T10:19:05.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like subileus</title><summary type='text'>Ever and yet again... what a great night.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8827102207915530653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=8827102207915530653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8827102207915530653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8827102207915530653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/nothing-like-subileus.html' title='Nothing like subileus'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-4370473163406159258</id><published>2010-11-24T10:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:01:03.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bratislava at night and tremendous Giovanni Sollima</title><summary type='text'>Don't know whether it was because we came during the "before Christmas" part of the year, or that it was the evening with full moon, but Bratislava seemed to me like very beautiful city.

We were only in the old historical part, but being totally alone at the castle (whose premises are open till 1 in the night) was quite magical.

The reason to be in Bratislava was quite charming concert of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4370473163406159258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=4370473163406159258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4370473163406159258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4370473163406159258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/bratislava-at-night-and-tremendous.html' title='Bratislava at night and tremendous Giovanni Sollima'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-1606023350159057368</id><published>2010-11-05T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:29:56.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Usefulness of social sciences</title><summary type='text'>It is rather interesting fact that none of us is having any doubts about such sciences as physics or medicine. But when it goes to the social sciences there is (at least for me) one interisting problem.

How come we actually have doubts about social sciences? Sometimes it looks like such sciences (as sociology, media studies etc.) are mostly important only for those, who say it is science, i.e. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1606023350159057368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=1606023350159057368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1606023350159057368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1606023350159057368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/usefulness-of-social-sciences.html' title='Usefulness of social sciences'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-7747590241267368328</id><published>2010-10-12T22:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:32:12.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision 97 and knowledge</title><summary type='text'>Last week I was at the Vision 97 ceremony, at which Paul Konrad Liessmann was awarded... I read in the materials that he writes a lot about knowledge and education, so maybe I should read something...

The times when there were polyhistors are gone... they knew a few information about a lot of things. Nowadays we have specialists who know almost everything about almost nothing...

What is better?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7747590241267368328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=7747590241267368328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7747590241267368328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7747590241267368328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/vision-97-and-knowledge.html' title='Vision 97 and knowledge'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-1046123329544833418</id><published>2010-10-12T22:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:25:49.655+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How not to get lost in the knowledge</title><summary type='text'>Allegedly when Roland Barthes died, he had at home aproximately 15 000 index "cards" with different entries about what he was doing and when he was writing his non-fiction books he used these cards...

Looks like really painful-in-the-ass and slow process, but maybe he did not get lost in all that knowledge... nowadays I have a feeling that anything you want to know, you just type it in Google or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1046123329544833418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=1046123329544833418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1046123329544833418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1046123329544833418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-not-to-get-lost-in-knowledge.html' title='How not to get lost in the knowledge'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-8859362450184610755</id><published>2010-09-30T13:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T13:25:41.095+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the system...</title><summary type='text'>Making idiots of intellectuals and of idiots intellectuals.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8859362450184610755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=8859362450184610755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8859362450184610755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8859362450184610755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/out.html' title='Out of the system...'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-8003529695147856041</id><published>2010-09-28T12:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T12:13:11.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Live" not fast enough</title><summary type='text'>Television changed our perception of time in a way, that before TV we were satisfied enough, when we read news day after it happenned.

But internet chnged the situation so much, that sometimes I have a feeling, that even "live" broadcast is not fast enought. Therefore we send press releases to the media "before they actually happen" with embargo e.g. till 8 p.m. Only then when e.g. the winner of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8003529695147856041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=8003529695147856041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8003529695147856041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8003529695147856041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/live-not-fast-enough.html' title='&quot;Live&quot; not fast enough'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-8595646545894590816</id><published>2010-09-27T19:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:47:44.525+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My new love...</title><summary type='text'>Pickled Ginger. Today I ate almost half of the can... hmm, tasty.


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8595646545894590816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=8595646545894590816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8595646545894590816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8595646545894590816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-new-love.html' title='My new love...'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-4933640566529736709</id><published>2010-09-26T11:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:19:18.229+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough to be intelectuall</title><summary type='text'>Intelectuall is an expert, which can be characterized as a person, whose expertise and knowledge is not worth of to be noticed by the large part of the society. (paraphrased Berger and Luckmann). In other words, no one gives a fuck about intelectualls and their baloney.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4933640566529736709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=4933640566529736709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4933640566529736709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4933640566529736709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/tough-to-be-intelectuall.html' title='Tough to be intelectuall'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-7363739595125716935</id><published>2010-09-19T09:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:52:15.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with my wife</title><summary type='text'>"Today I felt really like an ass, being in a tram, listening to newest Philip Glass opera and reading Michel Foucault and his Archeology of knowledge."

"Yeah, you tell me, I was reading Nietzsche and listening to Bach in the tram."

lol, maybe we should switch to Michael Jackson and Danielle Steele :oP</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7363739595125716935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=7363739595125716935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7363739595125716935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7363739595125716935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/talking-with-my-wife.html' title='Talking with my wife'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6722999937357552174</id><published>2010-09-16T15:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T15:21:56.805+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertigo over knowledge</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you feel almost sick from every book you have just read. Lets say I have read hundreds of books, but with every new one I feel like I "know" still nothing, or very little. Every book intertextually connects you to another book and another author, but still there are lots of those you will never have time or possibility to read...

And that feeling is something I would compare to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6722999937357552174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6722999937357552174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6722999937357552174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6722999937357552174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/vertigo-over-knowledge.html' title='Vertigo over knowledge'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2415857698082155510</id><published>2010-09-14T15:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:24:25.814+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is bidet situated in countries in which they write from right to left?</title><summary type='text'>It is kinda well-known fact, that people who live in countries which use left-to-right handwriting have sense of time as a line which goes from left to right, e.g. if you draw a line and in middle you write NOW, then on the left side is PAST and on the right side is FUTURE.

It works on the opposite level for the people who write from right to left. Their FUTURE is on the LEFT etc.

Now the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2415857698082155510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2415857698082155510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2415857698082155510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2415857698082155510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-is-bidet-situated-in-countries.html' title='Where is bidet situated in countries in which they write from right to left?'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-7281831083645360737</id><published>2010-08-02T10:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:34:17.154+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Secularization</title><summary type='text'>Finding Yellow Pages instead of the Bible in the bedside table at hotels.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7281831083645360737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=7281831083645360737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7281831083645360737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7281831083645360737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/secularization.html' title='Secularization'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-8424942991864786193</id><published>2010-08-02T10:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:32:58.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is communism dead?</title><summary type='text'>It is so funny, that when reading about anti-communist activists, media always mention Cuba or China. Well I think that if Marx would see the conditions of proletariat in China, he would wet his pants, because that is the purest form of capitalism there and yet they are enslaved there under the notion of communistic regime.

On the other hand in European Union we say that we have democracy, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8424942991864786193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=8424942991864786193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8424942991864786193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/8424942991864786193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-communism-dead.html' title='Is communism dead?'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-5884605273462748865</id><published>2010-05-30T23:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:48:31.162+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative connotations</title><summary type='text'>Propaganda and ideology. Both words used to have positive connotations up until the famous leaders used them.

Being propagandist during the time of Congretaion de Propaganda Fide used to be a noble job. Then Hitler and Goebbles came.

Ideology used to be a positive term as well. Then Napoleon came.

Are there any words, that used to have negative connotation and then someone with lust for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5884605273462748865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=5884605273462748865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5884605273462748865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/5884605273462748865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/negative-connotations.html' title='Negative connotations'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-9103090042322583652</id><published>2010-05-22T17:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T17:51:48.067+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradigmatical changes of sport in television</title><summary type='text'>Hm, so today I found another change in the sports in television. ice hockey shootouts are now only on series of three. Plus there was only one overtime. Tss. I guess that the TVs were pissed off, when two overtimes and longer shootouts were disturbing their whole-day programmes...

I was wondering how many of the changes in sports there were in the history of television...

Table-tennis - now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9103090042322583652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=9103090042322583652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/9103090042322583652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/9103090042322583652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/paradigmatical-changes-of-sport-in.html' title='Paradigmatical changes of sport in television'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-4424917891588251826</id><published>2010-05-06T08:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T08:22:31.532+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Socialists of all countries JOIN. To pay the Greek debt!</title><summary type='text'>The Greece case has a simple solution. Kick them from the EU, let THEM pay the debt and good bye and good luck.

While the whole EU is looking for money for them - e.g. Slovakia has to borrow money to get the money for Greece, they even protest against the EU and MMF and tell them to go home.

If any Greek fucker reads this - I dont know any other country, where they have 13th and 14th incomes in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4424917891588251826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=4424917891588251826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4424917891588251826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4424917891588251826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/socialists-of-all-countries-join-to-pay.html' title='Socialists of all countries JOIN. To pay the Greek debt!'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-1912427861932390469</id><published>2010-04-14T14:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:00:50.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of Life</title><summary type='text'>Many wondered about the meaning of life. This is probably not something new, but when I was watching the hundreds of people passing me by on a todays lunch snack with the view at the city square I thought this.

Maybe the whole meaning of life is the life itself. That our purpose is merely continuity of the species. I know it is slightly influenced by the Jewish-Christian idea of "be fruitful and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1912427861932390469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=1912427861932390469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1912427861932390469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1912427861932390469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/meaning-of-life.html' title='Meaning of Life'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-3998829884411697197</id><published>2010-03-16T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:25:43.670+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no signal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pegatron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nvidia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faulty GT230'/><title type='text'>"No signal" when using HP desktop computer with GT230 installed</title><summary type='text'>Having bought recently the great HP Elite 7000 MT desktop solution, I found out very soon that there is something wrong with it.

If you played PC games or used any other content heavy on graphic card resources... your screen would just turn black and say "No Signal".

Well looks like I was not the only one, because here on this HP forum, you can see that there are several other ppl with the same</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3998829884411697197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=3998829884411697197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3998829884411697197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3998829884411697197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-signal-when-using-hp-desktop.html' title='&quot;No signal&quot; when using HP desktop computer with GT230 installed'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6072021638583112976</id><published>2010-02-05T11:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:17:18.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Sex before marriage</title><summary type='text'>I read kinda interesting article, which can be summarized as follows:a) sex before marriage as a religious problem (Catholics) emerged hundreds of years ago, when people were adolescent (puberty) around 15 years of age and then they become married around 17 years of age. Two years without sex.b) nowadays people are adolescent (puberty) around 13 years of age and are getting married around 30 (at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6072021638583112976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6072021638583112976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6072021638583112976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6072021638583112976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/thoughts-on-sex-before-marriage.html' title='Thoughts on Sex before marriage'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2390518734081617517</id><published>2010-02-01T19:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:47:45.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Proletáři všech spektáklů, vyližte mi prdel!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2390518734081617517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2390518734081617517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2390518734081617517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2390518734081617517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/proletari-vsech-spektaklu-vylizte-mi.html' title='Proletáři všech spektáklů, vyližte mi prdel!'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-3887263956867200299</id><published>2010-01-23T11:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:40:06.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Studies</title><summary type='text'>Hmm, so I read a brochure written by Gender Studies organization and I have a slight logical problem with it. a) it says, that gender stereotypes are social constructions, which we could say that this is kopernikos logic (how Winfried Schulz has put it) or constructionist theory of representation (Berger and Luckmann)butb) then it says, that the biggest culprit are media, which destruct the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3887263956867200299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=3887263956867200299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3887263956867200299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/3887263956867200299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/gender-studies.html' title='Gender Studies'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-1644129214493558796</id><published>2009-12-05T22:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:30:41.107+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New standards for everything and everybody</title><summary type='text'>I guess that during past one hundred years a lot of things had changed and thus maybe we, as a society, should change couple of "standards".1) We are much taller as a species- The beds and doors which are 2metres long feel like they should be a bit bigger- the kitchen tables, where you prepare your food, should be higher than 85 cm, cause now you just bend like an asshole and your back starts to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1644129214493558796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=1644129214493558796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1644129214493558796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1644129214493558796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-standards-for-everything-and.html' title='New standards for everything and everybody'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-7501905100677131327</id><published>2009-11-12T23:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:29:06.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2220</title><summary type='text'>OK so this was on my mind since I was a little kid. Take a calculator and:123+369+987+741=2220147+789+963+321=2220159+357+753+951=2220456+258+852+654=2220Weird, huh? Circles and crosses (+ and x) on a numpad/calculator sum up as 2220.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7501905100677131327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=7501905100677131327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7501905100677131327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/7501905100677131327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/2220.html' title='2220'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6760803184799956586</id><published>2009-05-25T16:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:45:34.597+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid maddness about Susan Boyle</title><summary type='text'>Message to all those millions of people who shit their pants for tremendous Susan Boyle.In the 1960s and 1970s it was totally OK to look like your mother had you with a horse and have a bad hair and terrible teeth, and yet you could have been a music star!It is just the last twenty years when we all suddenly started to look at the appearances first (mainly television caused this shift), so only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6760803184799956586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6760803184799956586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6760803184799956586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6760803184799956586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-maddness-about-susan-boyle.html' title='Stupid maddness about Susan Boyle'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6392781511839670698</id><published>2009-05-20T19:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:54:35.735+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mijn newe tee-シャツ (Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>Actually I have a smile on my face, but is quite funny though blue colour would be better, haha. But I like it anyway. So nobody please dont give me this t-shirt as a wedding gifts, I have already one at home ;o).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6392781511839670698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6392781511839670698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6392781511839670698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6392781511839670698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/mijn-newe-tee-part-2.html' title='Mijn newe tee-シャツ (Part 2)'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbc2Y7a2Ftg/ShRDmekZN_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/Ce8PzTDpj08/s72-c/IMG_0359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-1814080282809746630</id><published>2009-05-01T23:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:16:11.679+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise man said... Part II</title><summary type='text'>The more you know, the more tolerant to everything you are.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1814080282809746630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=1814080282809746630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1814080282809746630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1814080282809746630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/wise-man-said-part-ii.html' title='Wise man said... Part II'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-4796148357452230589</id><published>2009-05-01T23:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:15:28.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest invention of humankind?</title><summary type='text'>Probably cooperation. The first human being who had the idea that it is actually better if you cooperate and not kill each other, should be awarded for this very idea of cooperation.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4796148357452230589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=4796148357452230589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4796148357452230589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4796148357452230589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/greatest-invention-of-humankind.html' title='Greatest invention of humankind?'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2917209704397142525</id><published>2009-01-13T19:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:03:57.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise man said...</title><summary type='text'>The more you know and think about things, the more difficult it is to answer even the simplest and stupidest questions.Oh. The wise man is me :o).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2917209704397142525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2917209704397142525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2917209704397142525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2917209704397142525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/wise-man-said.html' title='Wise man said...'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-4819949499267021356</id><published>2009-01-13T18:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:44:56.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Politics, The Politics of Art</title><summary type='text'>Well let us compare three historical political systems and their connection to art. It would be nazism, communism and democracy.In nazism the politics is being aesthetizated (see Leni Riefenstahl and her Triump of the Will). In communism you have the politization of art. (Normally you have paintings of this genre during the history of art such as this:but in communistic "social-realism" instead </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4819949499267021356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=4819949499267021356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4819949499267021356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4819949499267021356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-of-politics-politics-of-art.html' title='The Art of Politics, The Politics of Art'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbc2Y7a2Ftg/SWzQlNgrxrI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/by_jIklU1dI/s72-c/fruit-piece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6853094280610981567</id><published>2009-01-04T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:33:30.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mijn newe tee-シャツ</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6853094280610981567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6853094280610981567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6853094280610981567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6853094280610981567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/mijn-newe-tee.html' title='Mijn newe tee-シャツ'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gbc2Y7a2Ftg/SWEA9sIuGJI/AAAAAAAAAb4/gEXosqUGlUw/s72-c/IMG_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-9219532681906655044</id><published>2008-12-30T12:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:01:34.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft Mouse is not scrolling in Winamp, SPSS and other software</title><summary type='text'>OK, there are several software (compatible with Micorosft Vista) which are not possible to use with Microsoft Mouse, because the "Smooth Scrolling" is doing everything else than smoothly working. So far I have found problems with WinAmp and SPSS 17. Vertical scroll UP is working, but if you scroll DOWN then the wheel moves like 100000times, but it moves only for 3 lines max in the software.I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9219532681906655044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=9219532681906655044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/9219532681906655044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/9219532681906655044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/microsoft-mouse-is-not-scrolling-in.html' title='Microsoft Mouse is not scrolling in Winamp, SPSS and other software'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6177489065931921161</id><published>2008-12-28T20:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:45:32.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry X-Mass</title><summary type='text'>I'm glad that I have (apart from Samuel Huntington and Harold Pinter) survived the Christmas Eve.(black humor)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6177489065931921161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6177489065931921161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6177489065931921161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6177489065931921161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-x-mass.html' title='Merry X-Mass'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-1492249556588399142</id><published>2008-12-10T16:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:13:24.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My very own joke</title><summary type='text'>"With the use of content analysis, prove to a positivist that he is an asshole."(my own tough stuff, copyrighted, haha).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1492249556588399142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=1492249556588399142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1492249556588399142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1492249556588399142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-very-own-joke.html' title='My very own joke'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2149391802851898726</id><published>2008-12-08T20:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:35.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Future of printed media</title><summary type='text'>Today I was at sort of a café intellectuals session, where was among others Karel Hvížďala whom I am kinda of respecting and three other guys who were discussing the future of printed media.But!!! None has formulated such a simple thought as:1) if in the Czech Republic is the sold circulation 80 - 120 000 copies, which can provide that the printed daily press can survive economically (the best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2149391802851898726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2149391802851898726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2149391802851898726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2149391802851898726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/future-of-printed-media.html' title='Future of printed media'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-1674226167797831829</id><published>2008-12-03T00:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:16:03.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons for Satan Klaus</title><summary type='text'>While in the US they have Santa Claus (whom I enjoy calling for fun Satan Klaus, because this fella is somehow invading my country since 1989 in the same way as the Father Frost from Russia was invading my country in 1948-1989), here in Europe we have lots of different ways how to call the guy who brings you presents.French are always an exception and have to be somehow special (whole world has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1674226167797831829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=1674226167797831829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1674226167797831829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1674226167797831829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/reasons-for-satan-klaus.html' title='Reasons for Satan Klaus'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6788718273583798471</id><published>2008-11-27T10:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:50:47.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faster Windows? In your dreams!</title><summary type='text'>OK, I am using computers since Windows 95. When I had windows 98 and Pentium III 350 Mhz, turning off the computer took around 5 seconds since I pressed the "Shut down button".Now I have Core 2 Duo on 2 Ghz, with 2 giga of RAM and Windows Vista and turning off of the computers from the time I press "Shut down button" takes from 45 seconds till 1 minute or sometimes even more.Microsoft, FUCK YOU </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6788718273583798471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6788718273583798471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6788718273583798471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6788718273583798471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/faster-windows-in-your-dreams.html' title='Faster Windows? In your dreams!'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-1982988877794294070</id><published>2008-11-20T17:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:00:16.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Singles livin in multi-pack society</title><summary type='text'>OK, so most members of the current Western population are living just all by themselves (the ulrich becks second modernity)... but when you go shopping for food, the bigger package you buy, the better the price is (because packaging and distribution of food are still the biggest influential price creators - you cant wire pork chops through optical cable).I get this, but, imagine you buy 10 pork </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1982988877794294070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=1982988877794294070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1982988877794294070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/1982988877794294070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/singles-livin-in-multi-pack-society.html' title='Singles livin in multi-pack society'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-4510255661539504319</id><published>2008-11-17T19:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:38:27.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorno rotating in his grave</title><summary type='text'>I gues that if Adorno would be today at the classical music conert he would rather die, because of how mistaken he was...Because you cant force certain people to enjoy the "high" culture... In front of me (the whole line) were sitting guys around 15 (appereantly with their teacher from some kind of kids asylum). When the girl with beautiful soprano was singin the Cacchini's Ave Maria they were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4510255661539504319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=4510255661539504319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4510255661539504319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4510255661539504319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/adorno-rotating-in-his-grave.html' title='Adorno rotating in his grave'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-4007343073810893182</id><published>2008-11-02T19:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:00:43.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Women</title><summary type='text'>I guess that only women as a species have the great "magic", that if they are twenty years old, they can look like 40 years old (or even worse when they are 12 they look like 20) or on the other hand if they are 40 they can look like 25. Men are just men...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4007343073810893182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=4007343073810893182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4007343073810893182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/4007343073810893182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2161256068184071706</id><published>2008-10-11T22:39:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:01:55.199+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Holland... the difference (my personal Czech experience)</title><summary type='text'>UPDATE: OK, even if I felt I was destroying some myths in here... I have been told I am shallow, subjective and stereotypical, hmmmz, so I will change something (a bit).1) they eat warm for dinner and cold for lunch (we do the opposite)2) if you are non-European student you pay 7000 euros a year university fees, if you are from Europe you pay 2000 euros (we have free education on state </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2161256068184071706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2161256068184071706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2161256068184071706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2161256068184071706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/holland-difference.html' title='Holland... the difference (my personal Czech experience)'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-6109112160403866357</id><published>2008-10-06T23:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:03:55.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Blurbs</title><summary type='text'>- Hm, you have a new fragrance again?- Yeaah....- Hm, tis great, what is it?- Beckham signature. Like the David Beckham.- Hm, I am really suprised. He is such a twat, but the fragrance is really good.lol lol lol lol</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6109112160403866357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=6109112160403866357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6109112160403866357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/6109112160403866357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-blurbs.html' title='Random Blurbs'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103405124329709198.post-2689698953788424822</id><published>2008-10-02T19:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:42:25.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prague Autumn has finished</title><summary type='text'>Keeeiii, so yesterday I went to the last concert of this years Prague Autumn classical music festival. Antonio Meneses played the Dvořák Cello concerto and funny thing (and the reason why I am actually writing this shit) is that today I met Antonio Meneses in Celetná street where he was sitting in the patio of the restaurant (in the street) and having a drink. (Beer maybe? Thats what Czech </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2689698953788424822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103405124329709198&amp;postID=2689698953788424822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2689698953788424822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103405124329709198/posts/default/2689698953788424822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdeadblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/prague-autumn-has-finished.html' title='Prague Autumn has finished'/><author><name>Don Insalata</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
