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The arms race in the game of sex

http://www.villagevoice.com/nyclife/0609,sylvester,72342,15.html

The book's guiding principle is that, today and for whatever reason, in order for you to attract a woman, you first need to seem actively disinterested in her. But unlike the bulk of relationship manuals, The Game is not theory based. The methods discussed are empirically proven "thousands" of times over. Strauss explains that when a PUA ( Pick-up artist) posts on a seduction community message board about a new line that's worked for him, PUAs around the world go out and try for themselves, then report back to the board whether or not the line performed. Every contingency has been accounted for. Nothing in the book hasn't worked.

Ah, the good old

Чем меньше женщину мы любим,
Тем больше нравимся мы ей,
И тем ее вернее губим
Средь обольстительных сетей.

хайку. Кобаяши Исса. Kobayashi Issa. year unknown

Конкурс переводов хайку в all_japan: Kobayashi Issa


ふしぎ也生れた家でけふの春

fushigi nari umareta ie de kyô no haru

Это очень известное хайку Кобаяши Исса - даже странно, что его предлагают на конкурс в ЖЖ. В первом туре там Басё переводили и оценивали настолько гламурно, что сегодня мы с Иссой решили окончательно уйти в альтернативу.

( предупреждаю: перевод на падонкавский. фтыкать сюда... )

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His smile faded as he walked, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity's surly front. Trams passed one another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. Useless words. Things go on same; day after day: squads of police marching out, back: trams in, out. Those two loonies mooching about. Dignam carted off. Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a bed groaning to have a child tugged out of her. One born every second somewhere. Other dying every second. Since I fed the birds five minutes. Three hundred kicked the bucket. Other three hundred born, washing the blood off, all are washed in the blood of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa.

Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, passing away too: other coming on, passing on. Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Changing hands. This owner, that. Landlord never dies they say. Other steps into his shoes when he gets his notice to quit. They buy the place up with gold and still they have all the gold. Swindle in it somewhere. Piled up in cities, worn away age after age. Pyramids in sand. Built on bread and onions. Slaves. Chinese wall. Babylon. Big stones left. Round towers. Rest rubble, sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt, Kerwan's mushroom houses, built of breeze. Shelter for the night.

No one is anything.

James Joyce, Ulysses. Ch8 - Lestrygonians.