Limogé par Macky Sall lors du dernier remaniement, Jean Maxime Simon Ndiaye a trouvé un point de chute

Limogé par Macky Sall lors du dernier remaniement, Jean Maxime Simon Ndiaye a trouvé un point de chute

Nommé secrétaire général du gouvernement le 6 avril 2019 à la place de Seydou Gueye, Jean Maxime Simon Ndiaye a été limogé lors du dernier remaniement, il y a 2 mois (le 2 novembre dernier). Mais comme annoncé par la presse, Macky Sall lui a trouvé un point de chute. En effet, d’après les informations du journal Kritik, Jean Maxime Simon Ndiaye reprend service à l’inspection générale d’État…

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[Ensaio] por ige

Cruz with the world’s most blatant “Shut the fuck about this, it doesn’t matter” with Rogan debating the scoring systems mid fight. 

Ige still looks kind of like he’s one strike away from getting wobbled. I think he just has a bit of a balance issue defensively like some guys. 

you are (not) a hero

(Major spoilers for book 3)

    The bokken slashed through the air, a rhythmic series of downwards cuts and strokes.   The boy panted hard but the set was almost finished. At the thirtieth swing, he returned the practice weapon to his side as he was taught, his sword arm relaxed but ready to move in a flash should trouble attack him unexpectedly.  

     Loud clapping rang through the air, coming from behind him.  Startled, the boy nearly jumped a meter into the air and dropped his bokken.  He whirled around quickly to face his foe, but then immediately dropped into a clumsy bow in front of his sensei, Kenji. 

     Kenji grinned at Ige.  “Nice job, Ige. The swings are looking better.  Your moves are—pun intended—a lot sharper.”

     Ige quickly straightened himself, only to bow again a few more times.  “A-arigatou, s-sen-sensei! I did like you said! I kept a sturdy stance and grip on my sword to improve the force of my swing!”

     “Haha, that you did, that you did.  Looking great!” Kenji clapped his trainee on the back.  The boy nearly stumbled under the praise but managed to stay on his feet.  

     “Do you think… that I’ll be ready for the tournament?” Ige said in a smaller voice. 

     Kenji’s grin turned serious.  He looked down at this boy, this young life, this innocent who was thrust in a battle he did not choose.  How many bodies would lie in the dust for Ige to see? How many screams of torture and agony would Ige have to hear?  Kenji felt the old anger begin to bubble up inside of him. All this for the whims of power-hungry samurai who swore to “protect” their people by offering them up as a sacrifice in a sick and twisted tournament?  Fuck them.

     “Ige-kun.”  The boy stared back at him, wide eyes full of innocence and trust.  And Kenji swore to keep that innocence in his eyes just a little while longer, before it had to be exposed to the taint and poison of war.  Even though he knew he was the lowest of the low, a dirty ronin, he swore to be worthy of the faith Ige and the other Tanimura students placed in him.

     “We’ll be ready.  And together in the tournament.  No matter the practice, no matter how strong our foes, as long as we work as a team and believe in each other, we’ll be stronger than anything else and prevail.” Kenji returned to his grin and offered a fist bump to Ige.  

     “Y-yes sir! I’ll be strong enough to protect everyone!”  Ige cheered and smiled brightly.

     “And that means,” Ige’s smile stretched further, more than was humanely possible, wide enough to show all of his bared teeth, “I’ll be strong enough to kill you, sensei.”

     Kenji stared down in shock, only to notice that Ige’s bokken—no, Sadao’s katana , was now plunged into his stomach.  As soon as he noticed the blade, immense pain started spiraling from his gut.  

     Kenji felt at a loss for air, could only choke and gasp inaudibly as Ige stepped in closer.  The boy shoved in the sword further and twisted it, causing Kenji to gape silently in torment.  Kenji looked back into Ige’s eyes, which had grown dark enough to rival even the purest obsidian.  

     “After all, you were strong enough to let me die, weren’t you?”

     Kenji snapped awake with a hoarse yell.  It was the only sound that echoed in the small, dilapidated hut he was in.  Fragile light spilled down from the holes in the straw roof, illuminating spots in the dirty floor covered in ash, debris, dried blood spots, and Kami knew what else.  Kenji leaned back against the walls of the hut and he shuddered in the chill of winter air, trying to draw a tattered, bloodstained blue haori around him further.  He gave up on trying to conserve warmth and put his face in his hands, trembling and gasping lightly as he tried to calm his pounding heart.  As the remnants of his nightmare ran through his mind, he began to claw at his temple and bit his lip as hard as he could, enough to feel the blood welling around his teeth and trickle down his chin.  

     “I’m sorry,” he moaned in a low voice.  I’m sorry, Ige-kun .  And he began to recite the other names that habit slowly poured into his mind.  Hinata. Kaze. Suzuki. Haru. Sanosuke. Yoshi. Fuuga. So many others, so many of his men and brothers-in-arms.  It seemed that Ige would be another face on his list of sins, the list of people that depended on him and died for it.  All because he was too slow, too stupid, too WEAK—

     “Bad dreams again?”  Akane’s quiet voice from off to the side interrupted his torrential stream of thought.  

     Kenji breathed out slowly in relief.  Made himself relax bit by bit before turning to reply to her with a tired smile.  

     But there was no one there.  No Akane to talk to, no jade green eyes to meet his and stare in silent understanding over the aftermath of nightmares.  No Masashi and Masami to tease together, no Toshio to argue with, no Hatch to drink with, no Momoko look after him worriedly.  No Daisuke, Borgia, Nishi, or Kohaku to banter and train with, and certainly no presence of another human being to take comfort in.  Because he chose to leave them all when he ran out of the tournament grounds: after Ige had died and he killed General Shantao and revealed who he truly was .  

     He ran to save them.  Had to, really. To keep them away from a wreck and failure of a swordsman.

     The sun still shone, the wind still breezed by gently.  The distant animals rustled in the snow-covered underbrush outside.  The world kept going and didn’t stop for tragedy, unaware of the one man that did.  And Kenji released scream after scream of rage, again and again into the empty air of the empty hut until his throat was hoarse, until the blood pounding in his ears stopped, until he was too exhausted to continue.  Until his mind was silent again.  

——–

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21542854 

Antibodies and Recognizing Danger

Our immune system has developed a way to recognize and differentiate between cells: our own cells are known as “self” and molecules that come from outside our bodies, known as “non-self” [2] . If a non-self substance is recognized to pose a threat to your health, it is eliminated immediately. Our immune system does this by using “antibodies,'' special molecules on the surface of our immune cells which act like scanners that can recognize specific molecules, or “antigens” on the surface of the foreign substance [2] . You know how when you’re trying to hide something and your parents can give one sniff and instantly expose your lies? It’s like that, but here, the story won’t end with you just getting grounded!

Since our antibodies are designed to recognize specific antigens, they act like a signal for immune cells to attack [3]. War cry intensifies in the background. People with allergies have an abundance of a particular kind of antibody known as “IgE” which recognizes antigens on harmless substances like peanuts or pollen [3] . The amount of IgE you have is usually dependent on the genes you receive from your parents (Gee, thanks Mom and Dad┌( ಠ_ಠ)┘) so particular allergies are usually common in the family [3] .

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Dan Ige decisions Kevin Aguilar in a fuckin’ banger

Dan Ige is 2-1 on the year with wins over Danny Henry and Kevin Aguilar and a loss to a dastardly vampire who stole his blood recently.

Dan Ige will always lose guys who can outathlete him (Julio Arce and I thought he lost to Jordan Griffin) but dude is a natural brawler who has the aptitude for it. He understands when to get a bit more technical, when to jab, when to brawl and when to switch things up with a bit more wrestling. He isn’t a GREAT wrestler but he is a frenetic wrestler who understands the importance of trying to mix things up.

For Kevin Aguilar, dude is what he is in a good way. He’s getting hurt/chipped a bit more than he was on the regional circuit but that’s neither here nor there. He’s just a dude who will wade forward, wrestling when he has to but instead opt to just throw power punches. He’s almost like this weird working throwback to a bygone era.

Tenerlo siempre presente, no me arrepentire de a verte elejido como mi carrera, inesperado para todos pero se que lo lograre sere "Ingeniera"

Cool chill time at the @intergalactic_expo Always love this little sci-fi conversation as it is right in my backyard! Plus the whole thing is all for @makeawishamerica #IGE #sactownspidey #starwars https://www.instagram.com/p/BxGdbmNjy_U/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1tvzxvshmm0qd

Watching Cells at work is Studying, right?

In a Clinical Chem lecture - 

Fellow classmate: Hey, how do you know so much about IgE and mast cells if you haven’t taken an immunology class yet?

What I say: I must have read about it somewhere.

What I mean: I am a giant nerd and just watched episode 5 of Cells at Work.

Dan Ige takes a unanimous decision over Jordan Griffin

A really fun really violent fight. Ige sort of outwilled Griffin in some bad spots which might’ve been the difference. Ige is one of those dudes who can win on will alone when things get tight. The first round was Ige cutting up and oudlanding Griffin on the ground and chasing submissions while fending off a sub. The second round was Griffin pressuring and landing Ige over and over. Both guys were exhausted in that third round and I guess Ige did JUST enough with his wrestling to eek it out. Really fun fight even if it slowed late. 

Dan Ige vs Jordan Griffin is a fantastic little brawl. 

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Miért vagyunk szerelmesek a főnevekbe? Miért nem maradunk az igéknél, ami a valóság?

Feldmár András (ebben a videóban 1:51től)

Mi nincs.?!

Ez nekem nem csak, hogy túl magas. Ez nincs! 

Van, volt, lesz, lett. Ezek is igék.

Büchse rangiert in Loket, um Platz für einen Charterzug der FME (der aber weitgehend aus IGE Wagenmaterial besteht) zu machen

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#krimsz.este

NYUGALOM

"Aki a Felséges rejtekében lakik, a Mindenható árnyékában pihen,

az ezt mondhatja az ÚRnak: Oltalmam és váram, Istenem, akiben bízom!

(Zsoltárok 91,2)

Frusztráltságunk gyakran abból fakad, hogy a saját erőnkből akarunk valamit megtenni, ahelyett, hogy Istenben bíznánk, és befogadnánk az Ő kegyelmét és segítségét.

Meg kell tanulnunk imádkozni azért, amiben változást szeretnénk, majd Istenre vetni a gondjainkat. Ha arra vezet, hogy tegyünk meg valamit, akkor cselekedjünk, ha viszont nem, akkor békésen várjunk

[Róm 12:10]

a testvérszeretetben legyetek egymás iránt gyengédek, a tiszteletadásban egymást megelőzők.