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*******orthodontistbeverlyhillsca**** Orthodontist Beverly Hills CA, Dr Harry Aronowitz, speaks about preventive orthodontics and how to get an early start on protecting the health of your child's teeth. From teeth falling out prematurely or teeth simply not forming correctly in the mouth, there are many reasons why children end up needing orthodontic treatment and by abiding by certain measures you can insure a more normal growth of your child's teeth. He also discusses the improvements in pacifiers, their role in teeth formation and the importance of choosing the right one to promote nicely formed teeth, as well as other ways to decrease the chance of needing orthodontic treatment in the future. To see more videos, click on the following link: *******www.youtube****/user/Orthodontist90210 Dr. Harry Aronowitz, orthodontist in Beverly Hills, also serves the cities of: West Hollywood, Los Angeles, Studio City, Sherman Oaks, Universal City, Vally Village, Culver City, North Hollywood, ... and Zip codes of: 90210,90209,90213,90069,90212,90077,90211,90095,90048,90024, 90067,90046,90084,90035, 91604, 90073,90036,90025,91423,91608,90064,90049,91413,90034,91602,91495,...
10 Aug 2011
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In the heart of Sonia Gandhi resides dream of Rajiv Gandhi’s India. She has seen the picture of development of India through the vision of Rajiv Gandhi. She is engaged in chalking out plans for taking India into the 21st century. She has given new dimensions to the politics of alliance. She has abided by the alliance. As leader of the UPA alliance she has worked out a broad plan for the development of the country. Having decided upon the priority areas she has prepared common minimum programme. She has emphasized upon the importance of Empowerment,Upliftment of the women, beneficial programmes for farmers, new opportunities for employment
10 Aug 2011
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Marriage Ceremony Etiquette Suggestions Relating toThe Essentials at *******www.weddingetiquetteadvice**** When it comes to marriage ceremony etiquette guidance, bear in mind that in just about every element of the marriage ceremony there's an etiquette that should always be followed. There is the actual etiquette to stick to when creating an invitation, giving it out, as well as replying to it. In addition, whenever going to a wedding ceremony, guests ought to abide to the fundamental etiquette for attendees. Moreover, when sending out gifts there is an etiquette as well that needs to be implemented.
28 Aug 2011
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Alfred Lord Tennyson - Ulysses - Read by Bob Gonzalez Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an agèd wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vexed the dim sea. I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known, - cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all, - And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains; but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle, - Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail; There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me, - That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads, - you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil. Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are, - One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
4 Sep 2011
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Sir Lewis Casson reads Alfred Lord Tennyson's Ulysses Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an agèd wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vexed the dim sea. I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known, - cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all, - And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains; but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle, - Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail; There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me, - That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads, - you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil. Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are, - One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
6 Sep 2011
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Ezra Pound reads his superb translation of the Anglo-Saxon poem The Seafarer - With Drums - Recorded 1939 The Seafarer by Ezra Pound (1885-1972) (From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh days Hardship endured oft. Bitter breast-cares have I abided, Known on my keel many a care's hold, And dire sea-surge, and there I oft spent Narrow nightwatch nigh the ship's head While she tossed close to cliffs. Coldly afflicted, My feet were by frost benumbed. Chill its chains are; chafing sighs Hew my heart round and hunger begot Mere-weary mood. Lest man know not That he on dry land loveliest liveth, List how I, care-wretched, on ice-cold sea, Weathered the winter, wretched outcast Deprived of my kinsmen; Hung with hard ice-flakes, where hail-scur flew, There I heard naught save the harsh sea And ice-cold wave, at whiles the swan cries, Did for my games the gannet's clamour, Sea-fowls, loudness was for me laughter, The mews' singing all my mead-drink. Storms, on the stone-cliffs beaten, fell on the stern In icy feathers; full oft the eagle screamed With spray on his pinion. Not any protector May make merry man faring needy. This he little believes, who aye in winsome life Abides 'mid burghers some heavy business, Wealthy and wine-flushed, how I weary oft Must bide above brine. Neareth nightshade, snoweth from north, Frost froze the land, hail fell on earth then Corn of the coldest. Nathless there knocketh now The heart's thought that I on high streams The salt-wavy tumult traverse alone. Moaneth alway my mind's lust That I fare forth, that I afar hence Seek out a foreign fastness. For this there's no mood-lofty man over earth's midst, Not though he be given his good, but will have in his youth greed; Nor his deed to the daring, nor his king to the faithful But shall have his sorrow for sea-fare Whatever his lord will. He hath not heart for harping, nor in ring-having Nor winsomeness to wife, nor world's delight Nor any whit else save the wave's slash, Yet longing comes upon him to fare forth on the water. Bosque taketh blossom, cometh beauty of berries, Fields to fairness, land fares brisker, All this admonisheth man eager of mood, The heart turns to travel so that he then thinks On flood-ways to be far departing. Cuckoo calleth with gloomy crying, He singeth summerward, bodeth sorrow, The bitter heart's blood. Burgher knows not -- He the prosperous man -- what some perform Where wandering them widest draweth. So that but now my heart burst from my breast-lock, My mood 'mid the mere-flood, Over the whale's acre, would wander wide. On earth's shelter cometh oft to me, Eager and ready, the crying lone-flyer, Whets for the whale-path the heart irresistibly, O'er tracks of ocean; seeing that anyhow My lord deems to me this dead life On loan and on land, I believe not That any earth-weal eternal standeth Save there be somewhat calamitous That, ere a man's tide go, turn it to twain. Disease or oldness or sword-hate Beats out the breath from doom-gripped body. And for this, every earl whatever, for those speaking after -- Laud of the living, boasteth some last word, That he will work ere he pass onward, Frame on the fair earth 'gainst foes his malice, Daring ado, ... So that all men shall honour him after And his laud beyond them remain 'mid the English, Aye, for ever, a lasting life's-blast, Delight mid the doughty. Days little durable, And all arrogance of earthen riches, There come now no kings nor Cæsars Nor gold-giving lords like those gone. Howe'er in mirth most magnified, Whoe'er lived in life most lordliest, Drear all this excellence, delights undurable! Waneth the watch, but the world holdeth. Tomb hideth trouble. The blade is layed low. Earthly glory ageth and seareth. No man at all going the earth's gait, But age fares against him, his face paleth, Grey-haired he groaneth, knows gone companions, Lordly men are to earth o'ergiven, Nor may he then the flesh-cover, whose life ceaseth, Nor eat the sweet nor feel the sorry, Nor stir hand nor think in mid heart, And though he strew the grave with gold, His born brothers, their buried bodies Be an unlikely treasure hoard.
14 Sep 2011
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Anne Bradstreet - A Love Letter To Her Husband - Another & Another (II) - Read by Kate Reading A Love Letter To Her Husband by Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672) Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, begone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this once, unto my suit give ear, And tell my griefs in either Hemisphere: (And if the whirling of thy wheels do n't drown'd The woful accents of my doleful sound), If in thy swift career thou canst make stay, I crave this boon, this errand by the way: Commend me to the man more lov'd than life, Show him the sorrows of his widow'd wife, My dumpish thoughts, my groans, my brackish tears, My sobs, my longing hopes, my doubting fears, And, if he love, how can he there abide? My interest's more than all the world beside. He that can tell the stars or Ocean sand, Or all the grass that in the meads do stand, The leaves in th' woods, the hail or drops of rain, Or in a cornfield number every grain, Or every mote that in the sunshine hops, May court my sighs and number all my drops. Tell him, the countless steps that thou dost trace, That once a day thy spouse thou mayst embrace; And when thou canst not treat by loving mouth, Thy rays afar, salute her from the south. But for one month I see no day (poor soul) Like those far situate under the pole, Which day by day long wait for thy arise, O how they joy when thou dost light the skies. O Phoebus, hadst thou but thus long from thine Restrain'd the beams of thy beloved shine, At thy return, if so thou couldst or durst, Behold a Chaos blacker than the first. Tell him here's worse than a confused matter, His little world's a fathom under water, Naught but the fervor of his ardent beams Hath power to dry the torrent of these streams. Tell him I would say more, but cannot well, Opressèd minds abrupted tales do tell. Now post with double speed, mark what I say, By all our loves conjure him not to stay. Another by Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672) Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this once, unto my suit give ear, And tell my griefs in either hemisphere. (And if the whirling of thy wheels don't drown'd) The woeful accents of my doleful sound, If in thy swift carrier thou canst make stay, I crave this boon, this errand by the way, Commend me to the man more loved than life, Show him the sorrows of his widowed wife; My dumpish thoughts, my groans, my brakish tears My sobs, my longing hopes, my doubting fears, And if he love, how can he there abide? My interest's more than all the world beside. He that can tell the stars or ocean sand, Or all the grass that in the meads do stand, The leaves in th' woods, the hail, or drops of rain, Or in a corn-field number every grain, Or every mote that in the sunshine hops, May count my sighs, and number all my drops. Tell him the countless steps that thou dost trace, That once a day thy spouse thou may'st embrace; And when thou canst not treat by loving mouth, Thy rays afar salute her from the south. But for one month I see no day (poor soul) Like those far situate under the pole, Which day by day long wait for thy arise, O how they joy when thou dost light the skies. O Phoebus, hadst thou but thus long from thine Restrained the beams of thy beloved shine, At thy return, if so thou could'st or durst, Behold a Chaos blacker than the first. Tell him here's worse than a confused matter, His little world's a fathom under water. Nought but the fervor of his ardent beams Hath power to dry the torrent of these streams. Tell him I would say more, but cannot well, Opressèd minds abruptest tales do tell. Now post with double speed, mark what I say, By all our loves conjure him not to stay. Another (II) by Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672) As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every bush and nook doth pry, Her dearest deer, might answer ear or eye; So doth my anxious soul, which now doth miss A dearer dear (far dearer heart) than this. Still wait with doubts, and hopes, and failing eye, His voice to hear or person to descry. Or as the pensive dove doth all alone (On withered bough) most uncouthly bemoan The absence of her love and loving mate, Whose loss hath made her so unfortunate, Ev'n thus do I, with many a deep sad groan, Bewail my turtle true, who now is gone, His presence and his safe return still woos, With thousand doleful sighs and mournful coos. Or as the loving mullet, that true fish, Her fellow lost, nor joy nor life do wish, But launches on that shore, there for to die, Where she her captive husband doth espy. Mine being gone, I lead a joyless life, I have a loving peer, yet seem no wife; But worst of all, to him can't steer my course, I here, he there, alas, both kept by force. Return my dear, my joy, my only love, Unto thy hind, thy mullet, and thy dove, Who neither joys in pasture, house, nor streams, The substance gone, O me, these are but dreams. Together at one tree, oh let us browse, And like two turtles roost within one house, And like the mullets in one river glide, Let's still remain but one, till death divide. Thy loving love and dearest dear, At home, abroad, and everywhere.
16 Sep 2011
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Anne Bradstreet - Contemplations - Read by Kate Reading Contemplations by Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672) Some time now past in the Autumnal Tide, When Phoebus wanted but one hour to bed, The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, Were gilded o'er by his rich golden head. Their leaves and fruits seem'd painted, but was true Of green, of red, of yellow, mixed hue, Rapt were my senses at this delectable view. I wist not what to wish, yet sure, thought I, If so much excellence abide below, How excellent is He that dwells on high! Whose power and beauty by his works we know; Sure he is goodness, wisdom, glory, light, That hath this underworld so richly dight: More Heaven than Earth was here, no winter and no night. Then on a stately oak I cast mine eye, Whose ruffling top the clouds seem'd to aspire; How long since thou wast in thine infancy? Thy strength, and stature, more thy years admire; Hath hundred winters past since thou wast born, Or thousand since thou breakest thy shell of horn? If so, all these as naught Eternity doth scorn. Then higher on the glistering Sun I gaz'd, Whose beams was shaded by the leafy tree; The more I look'd, the more I grew amaz'd, And softly said, what glory's like to thee? Soul of this world, this Universe's eye, No wonder, some made thee a Deity: Had I not better known (alas), the same had I. Thou as a bridegroom from thy chamber rushes, And, as a strong man, joys to run a race; The morn doth usher thee, with smiles and blushes, The Earth reflects her glances in thy face. Birds, insects, animals with vegetive, Thy heart from death and dulness doth revive: And in the darksome womb of fruitful nature dive. Thy swift annual, and diurnal course, Thy daily straight, and yearly oblique path, Thy pleasing fervor, and thy scorching force, All mortals here the feeling knowledge hath. Thy presence makes it day, thy absence night, Quaternal Seasons caused by thy might: Hail creature, full of sweetness, beauty and delight. Art thou so full of glory, that no eye Hath strength, thy shining rays once to behold? And is thy splendid throne erect so high, As to approach it, can no earthly mould? How full of glory then must thy Creator be, Who gave this bright light lustre unto thee! Admir'd, ador'd forever, be that Majesty.... I heard the merry grasshopper then sing, The black-clad cricket bear a second part, They kept one tune, and played on the same string, Seeming to glory in their little art. Shall creatures abject thus their voices raise? And in their kind resound their Maker's praise: Whilst I, as mute, can warble forth no higher lays.... When I behold the heavens as in their prime, And then the earth (though old) still clad in green, The stones and trees, insensible of time, Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen; If winter come, and greenness then do fade, A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; But Man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid. By birth more noble than those creatures all, Yet seems by nature and by custom curs'd, No sooner born, but grief and care makes fall That state obliterate he had at first: Nor youth, nor strength, nor wisdom spring again, Nor habitations long their names retain, But in oblivion to the final day remain.... O Time, the fatal wrack of mortal things, That draws oblivion's curtains over kings, Their sumptuous monuments, men know them not, Their names without a record are forgot, Their parts, their ports, their pomp's all laid in th' dust, Nor wit nor gold, nor buildings 'scape time's rust; But he whose name is grav'd in the white stone Shall last and shine when all of these are gone.
16 Sep 2011
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Story of a family with unusual characters, each being a victim of any psychological disorder and living an unusual life due to these issues. mehmood mirza, being the head of the family has always been nonconformist for his role as a male, due to the undue influence of his step sisters in his childhood and impudent wife in the later stage of life. inspired by the shabby character of the father, abid, zahid and anila (children of mehmood) groomed themselves with psychological disorders of some kind; where one is different from the other. and then the plot marks the life of the offspring of mehmood mirza and their ordeals in life.
17 Sep 2011
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Story of a family with unusual characters, each being a victim of any psychological disorder and living an unusual life due to these issues. mehmood mirza, being the head of the family has always been nonconformist for his role as a male, due to the undue influence of his step sisters in his childhood and impudent wife in the later stage of life. inspired by the shabby character of the father, abid, zahid and anila (children of mehmood) groomed themselves with psychological disorders of some kind; where one is different from the other. and then the plot marks the life of the offspring of mehmood mirza and their ordeals in life.
18 Sep 2011
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BY CHRISTINA MARTIN ANCHOR JIM FLINK You're watching multisource global video news analysis from Newsy. Ryan Gosling's latest flick "Drive" spurred one man to take on a meaty mission. 31 year old Brandon Kelly launched a hot dog at Tiger Woods while the golfer was lining up a putt at the Frys**** Open on Sunday. Kelly said he was inspired by the movie to do something “courageous and epic." (Video source: NBC / ABC Australia) So, where does a hot dog make a cameo in a movie about a stunt car driver? Well, it doesn’t. Washington Post writer Sarah Anne Hughes offers another reason for the hot dog heaving. “...I can report that at no point does Gosling’s character, known only as Driver, throw a hot dog... But Driver does become a hero. And maybe that’s all that Kelly wanted to do, too. Maybe next time he can find a better outlet for his newfound courage.” Screen Junkies writer Wookie Johnson scoffs at Kelly’s lame act of bravery -- and says Ryan Gosling needs to tell fans to cut it out. “...since there were no children to save from nearby house fires, Kelly opted to throw a hot dog at Tiger Woods... Something needs to be done here and I feel like it should fall on the shoulders of Drive star Ryan Gosling. He needs to address his crazed fans and let them know that hot dog tossing will not abide.” And the National Hot Dog and Sausage Council is on the offensive, calling out Kelly and his serious breach of hot dog etiquette. “‘The use of an iconic food in an act of violence against an iconic golfer like Tiger Woods is reprehensible... Some might call the thrower a ‘wiener,’ but we’d say that’s too high a compliment,’ said Council President Janet Riley. Hot dogs are meant to be enjoyed – not weaponized.” Kelly was arrested on charges of disturbing the peace, and a spokesman for the Santa Clara County Sheriff's Office said that Kelly's misdemeanor offense would likely result in a fine and community service. Transcript by Newsy.
15 Oct 2011
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Don't wanna be sly and abide you Desecrate my mind every night 'n' you I just wanna break this ground, but it's hard when I'm so run down And you're so cynical, narcissistic cannibal Trying to bring myself from dead Sometimes I hate the life I made Everything's wrong everytime Pushing on I can't escape Everything that comes my way It's haunting me, taking it's sweet time Holding on I'm lost in a haze. Fighting life till the end of my days. Don't wanna be rude but I have to. Nothings good about the hell you put me through I just need to look around, see the life that has come unbound.And you're so cynical, narcissistic cannibal Trying to bring myself back from the dead Sometimes I hate the life I made Everything's wrong everytime Pushing on I can't escape everything that comes my way. It's haunting me, taking it's sweet time. Sometimes I hate the life I made Everything's wrong everytime Pushing on I can't escape everything that comes my way. It's haunting me, taking it's sweet time. Holding on I'm lost in a haze. Fighting life till the end of my days. Holding on I'm lost in a haze. Fighting life till the end of my days.
6 Nov 2011
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BY MIKKEL NOEL LANZKY ANCHOR ANA COMPAIN-ROMERO The Syrian government has agreed to a ceasefire proposal from the Arab League. The plan contains concessions the regime had previously denied making, and could halt all violence for several months. Al Jazeera sums up the proposal: “Among the points in the plan is an immediate end to the violence, which means Syrian troops should be taken off the streets. At the same time, security forces should stop their crackdown on civilians. And thirdly, the government and opposition should immediately convene a national dialogue.” News of the ceasefire has been received with mixed emotions. NPR points out, the Syrian regime has violated such promises before: “Now, what happens on the ground remains to be seen. Just yesterday, activists reported that tens of protesters were killed in clashes with government forces in Homs, which has been the epicenter of the country's seven-month uprising [...] Another thing to keep in mind is that during this uprising, Assad's regime has promised ceasefires only to send tanks into demonstrations shortly after.” The New York Times says the agreement could pave the way for new protests -- only if Assad abides by it. “The Arab League plan calls for Syrian and international news media to have full access to the country. If the Syrian government abided by the agreement, it would basically not fire on demonstrators at all. That could open the way for massive street demonstrations like those that rocked Tahrir Square in February and brought down the Egyptian president, Hosni Mubarak, or those before, in Tunisia.” Observers worry that the acceptance of a ceasefire could just be a play for time. The Guardian writes: “Given the regime's repressive record, scepticism that such an inevitably drawn-out process would be allowed to reach fruition seems fully justified. Seen this way, the League's plan could quickly become a convenient cover, behind which the uprising would be definitively crushed.” Inside Syria, protesters on the streets keep calling for NATO to enforce a no-fly zone, but such a move - essentially requiring armed conflict with the Syrian army - has been ruled out by top NATO staff. This refusal sends an unfortunate signal to autocratic regimes, opines Commentary Magazine: “First, you’re much better off being friends with Russia and China than the West. [...] Second, joining the radical Islamic camp led by Iran is a good investment. [...] Third, the West really does care about nothing but oil. If you discount oil.” Transcript by Newsy.
8 Nov 2011
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A driving tour of Seagate Neighborhood on Anastasia Island in St Augustine. *******www.northfloridahomesearch****/Seagate_Homes_For_Sale_Anastasia_Island/page_2487907.html St Augustine real estate and St Augustine homes for sale. Seagate At St Augustine Beach is a quiet gated community located on Anastasia Island in St Augustine. 24-Hr security gate provides peace of mind for you, whether you live here year around or you just visit us part-time. Seagate has a community pool, clubhouse, and tennis courts. Best of all....the Seagate Homeowners Association takes care of all your yardwork!! So no lawn-mowing, trimming of bushes, or worrying about watering or fertilizing your lawn! FOR BUYERS ONLY REALTY. St Augustine's and Ponte Vedra's ONLY Exclusive Buyers Agents. St Augustine and Ponte Vedra real estate and homes for sale. *******www.For-Buyers-Only****. For Buyers Only Realty Of St Augustine is the ONLY place where Buyers can get a Realtor who truly represents them! We only work for YOU.....THE BUYER.....and NEVER the Seller! There is absolutely NO CHARGE for using our Realtors....so why not contact us today! FOR BUYERS ONLY REALTY OF ST AUGUSTINE. Serving all of St Johns County, including St Augustine, Nocatee, Ponte Vedra, Ponte Vedra Beach, Vilano Beach, Anastasia Island, Crescent Beach, St Augustine Beach, and St Johns. Disclaimer: For Buyers Only Realty is not affiliated with nor employed in any way by the Seller and/or builder. Information herein is deemed accurate but not guaranteed and is subject to change or discontinutation without notice. This information and video are provided "for informational purposes only" as a convenience to our potential and current Buyer-Customers and Buyer-Clients. As Exclusive Buyer's Agents, not only do we work only for Buyers, but our company, also works with Buyers exclusively. As a member of NAEBA, we agree to abide by one of the highest Codes of Ethics in the real estate industry. These commitments allow us to develop a unique relationship of trust and care, which assures Buyers the best possible home buying experience.
15 Nov 2011
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BY DANNY MATTESON ANCHOR MEGAN MURPHY You're watching multisource world news analysis from Newsy. After months of bloody crackdown on protesters the Arab League voted Sunday to suspend Syria from its membership. The Guardian explains. “Syria has been told it will be suspended from the Arab League – and faces the threat of sanctions ... if it does not agree to end its bloody crackdown on anti-government protesters. The vote in Cairo took place after Syria had failed to abide by an agreement ... to end violence against its people...” Immediately following the decision protesters took to the streets in a show of support for Syrian President Bashar al-Assad. One protester tells CNN... “We came to make our voices heard and let the Arab League know they are traitors and as long as they are traitors we do not care about them or their decisions.” And at a press conference held Monday in Cairo Syria’s Foreign Minister strongly condemned the league’s vote. Euronews has the video. “The Arab League’s decision to suspend Syria and take further action is a very dangerous move both now and for the future of the Arab countries within this organization and also for the Arab Leagues objectives.” But as pressure mounts in Syria some leaders are calling for a change -- urging al-Assad to step down. According to the New York Times, King Abdullah of Jordan said... “I believe, if I were in his shoes, I would step down. If Bashar has the interest of his country, he would step down, but he would also create an ability to reach out and start a new phase of Syrian political life.” Despite the threat of sanctions-- violence against protesters continued in Syria over the weekend. The Telegraph reports... “...another 28 people were killed in protests in Syria on Sunday. The total number of deaths since the uprising began in March is now over 3,500.” Follow NewsyVideos on Twitter Get more multisource video news analysis from Newsy Transcript by Newsy
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