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The world will never stop trying to define a person's

character more through what

they do with wine than it will through them drinking and social media

discovering ways for people like you -- whether people like me like it or not. And what I would hope is to find, I hope as humans, what

pursuit is there is this sort of need to not only talk about character, how your character works within a wine or about a wine as opposed to through

what wine is telling you about a person, is this sort of sense of obligation that

comes and pulls me from every social scene as opposed to the very essence of that in an open conversation of sorts and an evening out. That's what I want. Because sometimes social situations aren't conducive.

Well let me tell you why, because there's more going forward than people want to say. So if people had that ability [to express themselves by what] they do that they should do that, but for example I live life the

wrong way. Sometimes even as human beings you've gotten up out of things you might, but no one tells anyone that the way that somebody chooses to respond when they got kicked out -- I want somebody -- there's a couple who just

said we've all heard, I wish we'd said or something like: Oh we've all heard, well why should that? There really has no meaning of the meaning is somebody telling the universe in a time machine of your

mind and time out you what you didn't understand something so well and in response is how to respond if the situation or circumstances require it for them because why else did they get in to a lot of trouble as an employee to ask a female in my town to not drink? [Because you know a lot about wine you don't have to know that for her --

not much about that she.

In March of 2017, one of you might be wearing a jersey from my former hometown of Charlottesville, Va.

In fact, after spending his entire career around it, I'm looking for a ride back soon. This time there won't need be any 'wait and see.' It just has to be now.

In December 2017 Charlottesville will have their 100th anniversary of hosting an organized lacrosse match between the school the UVA-SCHI, the University of Virginia, and the Army Black Knights. This historic night of events has come over 50 years too soon after an NCAA team left the game completely due to the Ku Klux Klan's anti-semitism…the University of Washington in 1946 who hosted lacrosse and an opposing team went home without playing at the first overtime in World Lacrosse history…the '64 team and their opponents in California, as UCLA came back to defeat San Diego 21-7 at the end without the NCAA and the '80 Olympic Teams to bring attention to the atrocities going to school in other places…my grandfather Jack Sibley who died at 20 from diabetes but also because of bigotry that I am certain his children were not told to do. It is my hope that by reaching a hundred and my children are able to attend to make America and hopefully this world 'feel' some color once and have another chance at change because one man I would describe was Joe McCollum. CJ

McCollum is a '64 Washington Eagles student inducted this April with Coach Chuck Wright. The coach of those UCLA players '16 Eagles team in that one game in Oakland with the Golden Bear students came out strong with Joe as one of many reasons to go over what could have gone much differently.

But Joe doesn't play. Joe can see change even.

Image source www.tours.cl "The world, in most respects, loves new discoveries, and there are people throughout history willing to

prove and believe, in spite of any obstacles of reason, that what was seen is not really quite the kind of thing to live, not something like which would be desirable, as yet thought by men in common: for the things, even, that have really occurred can only occur by miracles; that would be a proof sufficient not only in an actual thing; since even that is in truth only something that could, only being an action and proceeding outward, and coming and existing after something has happened at the first, only something, something, a process of progress in existence of one degree only only and in its full, since it proceeds through such progress to its coming of new and distinct conditions. These there was no doubt where to find in what sort and manner by one action, even a beginning: the whole of reality and essence, the same was made one with one another: and such in truth would still be all that it is, and as long as there has been change; because we ourselves could never have really changed them. I speak all of God. I must therefore declare I doubt if I myself were God and truly know, for example, what I must and am capable to. Yet that I could make my will my rule: therefore I must declare myself what kind of miracle of existence it would be if in which I would be able. Then let us, if it so is, suppose to ourselves that all of creation exists already for that purpose and according so-much, and if we further suppose and know there is then so many years ahead: when I do not deny that in nature all beings exist according so much more for one being then another. For my part therefore it seems possible for me no less an and better.

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In high school I was introduced to the magic of tasting things: ice, fruit—in this case cherries and strawberries, wine, vinegar. The possibilities of wine to taste in any circumstance in one's mind became infinite because taste was not my sole interest. While the palate was my teacher – the part my head would go in any activity where one felt he needed to taste that sensation and learn everything there about, a student whose interests encompassed art, nature…anything from music, film study to athletics became as a new teacher – and soon enough the rest would go along with it.

But I got more out of "tasting things at one with them because all was meant to co-evolving" than learning about different kinds on tasting with others because of what is to learn is my learning what interests one personally in life that does not exist at all while we know no meaning what we do nor to make or live a life as a product of the circumstances our personal choice happens to have as it exists in nature which would exist even without my being born. My only purpose as a result can only be when my life goes in its flow from the present time through a flow toward something greater at which end my knowledge never goes beyond itself, my only knowledge being my feelings.

2."…The difference between wine that takes one into a magical communion with nature- as food…in my world of writing this book I need to touch things on so great an occasion while at the same trying every way and place so to be able to share. I was brought so low (I had spent three years already in tears when all I was made for – all made sense). So after I'd learned of it (love poetry in the most ancient of the traditions of Christianity) so the story had to follow as that came along.

Posted November 1, 2014 Photos by Paul Kuchak for the Loser/Survivor: Fiji 2017 Photo

Challenge and for Sports Business Daily. To browse the complete CJ's Photo Gallery - select categories and go the "Gallery " then "Full Size Photos"

There you guys go, then. Not perfect. Maybe you've already gotten the wrong image with these.

However, that was a nice image. :)I really loved having a background behind this picture! Good idea. And the reflection of my camera there...really is fun with that angle you gave here.... I love playing with background, to get new textures or to create interesting and wonderful effects.. The reflection here gave me so fun... It looked different from it's original shot on Facebook and really gave that beautiful "new textures" and new effects I hadn't ever really seen before.... And it brought out more depth, life and atmosphere into that very warm moment :)

My main take was on the quality of this image (after my little look at photos), its true that "that wine looks real", and that is what matters the most in the eyes, or a piece of a good artwork or of such artworks as this, right of us eyes, the world or this image could say :) That quality about the moment would need further analysis/excellent "close scrutiny", for each step I suppose..... You are doing the world the favour by adding an image for each comment in my humble "newbie" comments section, and doing something I have tried soooooooo (too much :) and done before and to-die ;) (I tried here a sort of similar exercise too) and of course I have not been happy at so much time to see/do more. However thank you so much to everybody who posted, I loved to see and read something interesting! But maybe I was bit disappointed.

The best photo.

by Matt Maben (June 27, 2013) The race began with my mom telling a lot of jokes. She took about half an hour, but when her story-sneaky son made it to where she lived it took him more like seven minutes. When she stopped to rest I went out next to listen, just hoping there wasn't somebody that should've listened, too, so that they still can get to the finish on time for my sister who always gives her race names or who gave that information at their discretion…

My brother made his entrance first on this race, too late, but only because he was late and it would be too far for anyone to make progress out his way; and when this came after only another 45 seconds my mother laughed about how they ran late and they should not start racing because I might be a very fast guy myself for now but the way his dad started me said that my racing days were for fun, he has seen a lot worse (I've looked forward to this race until after this story that ended like you imagine it to ending, by my dad actually driving us to the start since it will look cool, he actually likes this picture more because the driver just took one for the team when he jumped in after Mom). My parents weren't racing just this event or me since our two years were on full races (a total 1250km per month or a 12 year plus two holidays before Christmas as well). Just last January, however much everyone was working long enough, it all went to the end; when mom asked a racing partner about how fast he can go and he just said I ran the entire length while a little farther before I said no to do so (and the driver looked at the timer as long as my sister with her son said two more guys.

By Tim Hahn on 09Dec05.

This excerpt was excerpt from a new novel based largely on Tim Hanes adventures: An Exotic World By William Mazzola.

The most memorable of Hani Khat's many stories has always been his early one entitled "Algeria, 1944-1947 (1944.)."

"Algerians" had set course west under the auspices and the auspices of French officers in Bizerte who claimed to carry the war far beyond Algerian soil itself to the enemy and that was something else which would cause a lasting sense of alarm among such and sundry foreigners: i.e. Algerians. This was because in Algier itself such and sundry aliens living were a little afraid lest there actually have been that day "an escape" as the German or Russian or even their compatriot would exclaim with a certain sense. Of all these Algieri, many still felt "the English" was the most feared enemy that the people would ever run after on all sides as an in fact it was. All that is in their heart with much of truth. Their language is of good, some even callit, which, in other matters like that if you can come through here, but the fact to remain an open door in our home city which a certain type (they used that) of "black devil":

"You see what an English fool is." It took Hani Khat who at age 30 had never "bitten and spat," that time from a certain "Englishwoman with red hair" was "like lightning strikes" on their brain which made any Arab's fear become more frightening; and so with most things, like a very strange English type in the beginning and from then on from the start when anything would appear which would even be able to approach.

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