Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Fri Aug 15, 2008 3:41pm EDT
HOUSTON (Reuters) - A Texas school district will let teachers bring guns to class this fall, the district's superintendent said on Friday, in what experts said appeared to be a first in the
The board of the small rural
Teachers who wish to bring guns will have to be certified to carry a concealed handgun in
Recent school shootings in the
The U.S. Congress once barred guns at schools nationwide, but the U.S. Supreme Court struck the law down, although state and local communities could adopt their own laws.
(Reporting by Jim Forsyth in
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Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Strolling leisurely downtown
Not too early and not too late at night
Streets back to quiet again
After a lengthy and busy day
Garbage heaps in every corner
Stray dogs here and there
Feeding on man's remains he
Miserely keeps from his fellow mortals
And heedless of their need and hunger
Generously squanders all year round
Homeless people lying in heaps
With no shelter but the vast sky
Others in a remote slimy corner
Drink out their woes into oblivion.
Mohamed Chhilif
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Friday, January 18, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
The good old days
The Good Old Days
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bytes.
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something you lost with age
Compress was something you did to the trash
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for a while.
Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife
And paste you did with glue
A web was simply a spider's home
And a virus was just the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory that's in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens they'll wish they were dead.
Author Unknown
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