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The thrills of touching each others' hands Explore the intimate touch of each others fingers with Fingle's two-player puzzles. Break the ice or engage friends to get awkwardly close. Fingle is a cooperative two-player iPad® game about the thrills of touching each other on a multi-touch device. Two players drag up to five buttons of one color onto their matching targets; their movement makes it impossible to avoid contact, creating intimate moments with intertwined hands.

Update: You can swipe with two fingers to move forward/back a word at a time, and three for the entire line — but I find these gestures hard to use, especially on the iPhone. If they’re not perfectly horizontal they scroll the view.

Nous dit le type qui 5 minutes avant prétendait que quasiment tout était découvrable facilement sous iOS.

Richtlinien für websites für Mobilgeräte.

Fingers in the nose!

finger-only interface has been a continuing frustration for me. As an artist and designer, I want to do things that I can easily do with a pen and paper, like write, scribble and sketch. But these are not things we typically do with our fingers, any more than we eat soup or salad with our fingers.

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Much of the web development community and many of the users have their fingers on the shiny new features; who's going to go first in taking them away?

mission suicide

Bring one hand up, close to your chest, just below eye level. Point your fingers in front of you, shaping your hand like a paddle. As you move, you can use this to indicate where you're heading. When people see it, they'll understand that you're on the move and you aren't trying to simply squeeze in front of them and block their view.

Japanese body language that I'm using all the time

In the disability world, there is often a difference of opinion on whether it is more appropriate to enroll a disabled child in a school specifically geared toward him or her, or to mainstream the child with non-disabled children in the general educational system. The decision on how to enroll a disabled child has major implications on the way the child spends his or her life as an adult, and importantly, the type of career the adult pursues.

Thimble for Tumblr theme development Thimble is a PHP tool I put together to make Tumblr theme development a bit easier. It’s a simple application that allows you to test out your theme locally (or on another server) before moving it into Tumblr’s customize page. It’ll protect your fingers from all that tedious copy-pasting.

The Carimbó is considered an indigenous musical style, however like other Brazilian cultural manifestations, it mixed with and received other influences. Its name in Tupi refers to the drum (curimbó) with which the rhythm is marked. The carimbó itself as African origins which are present in the percussive rhythm and both its Portuguese (the snapping sound made with the fingers and the palms in certain parts of the dance) as well as European influences, or rather the melodies of the colonizers.

One of the most common complaints about CSS frameworks like Blueprint, YUI Grids, and 960.gs is that they require designers to dirty their fingers by adding presentational class names to their HTML documents, like so:

The site is a blend of the US’s equivalent, data.gov, and Directgov | Innovate. It’s got a listing of available data packages, powered by the Comprehensive Knowledge Archive Network, and user-generated lists of apps and new ideas. This is just right: the data you need, combined with a way to promote the things you make and a place to get ideas if you’ve got itchy typing fingers but lack inspiration.

The Lost Fingers - Lost in the 80s Trio basé à Québec, les Lost Fingers interprètent les classiques du répertoire jazz manouche (à la Django Reinhardt) ainsi que leurs réarrangements dans ce style de grands succès des années 80.

Distributing a new or existing web application on La Distribution is really easy. All we have to do is to embed the application in what we call a package. As of today, La Distribution can theoretically support all PHP web applications, this mean there is tons of potential applications to package.

Moonmoon logoIn this tutorial we’re going to package Moonmoon a PHP based PlanetPlanet clone. It’s relatively simple, it’s representative of a typical web application, and better, it’s from my friend Maurice! Frankly, I had no clue if the packaging was possible before starting writing this tutorial, so let’s cross our fingers.

Sympa ce tutoriel !

Artist Jungyun Yoon makes sterling silver and 14K gold that have "secret" messages on the inside, which leave an impression on your fingers. Wouldn't this "Marry Me" engagement ring be amazing?!

Keyboards are inefficient for two reasons: they do not exploit the redundancy in normal ... all » language; and they waste the fine analogue capabilities of the user's motor system (fingers and eyes, for example). I describe a system intended to rectify both these inefficiencies. Dasher is a text-entry system in which a language model plays an integral role, and it's driven by continuous gestures. Users can achieve single-finger writing speeds of 35 words per minute and hands-free writing speeds of 25 words per minute. Dasher is free software, and it works in all languages, and on many platforms. Dasher is part of Debian, and there's even a little java version for your web-browser.

It is no secret Gotham Gal is one of my favorites and is a top content creator ! I once posted a comment on her husband’s web site that I still took notes on Crain StationaryWith A Quill pen ! http://www.crane.com/ My mother was very well educated and in our house Etiquette was king ! We had beautiful Crane Note paper and I still remember even though I was born in 1936-having to write hundreds of thank you note’s to people who attended my Bar Mitzvah ! I of course used a Parker 51 Fountain Pen that I got as a gift ! When I turned 21 I had my own Crain Stationary that was blind embossed with a simple line in the left hand column and the store where I bought it had to register the embossing ! The stationary got me a lot of response from politicians and other people I wrote , they must have thought I was important ! Presentation is a very important element in any communcation ! I was always jealous of my Friends who attented Catholic School since their penmanship was a work of art ! They had the Palmer method applied to their fingers with a ruler ! I didn’t meet the ruler method until I went Hebrew School ! I went to Detroit Country Day School for grades 1-12 and there was a lot of pressure applied to read and write ! Steve Ballmer also graduated from that School a long time after me and I know dam well it gave him an excellent base for a career ! Most of the people at that school were Harvard Bound since the headmaster F Alden Shaw was a Harvard graduate ! Me I went to the University of Miami and majored in what they call today Communication, with a minor in Statistics and it was the fifties so we all got 5th Degree Black Belts in Rum Drinking on a beautiful island 90 mies from Miami - Viva Ritmo Latino ! A good education will help you understand the Human Condition a long with a few wacks from a good Psychiatrist ! Both these elements temper your ego and make sure you are not a snob ! The internet is young and I have found a lot of people who created content that is presented with good taste aimed at all of the US The Unwashed ! I strongly resent the critics on the internet who have no backround liberal arts critisizing others ! Teche’s are the worst at this since usually they have technical degress and have never learned to communicate with anything other than a machine ! My people communicators are Seth Godin- Davie Winer- Chris Brogan-ShelIsrael-Bill Israel-Andrew Badera-Frank Eliason-Guy Kawasaki -Fred Wilson-Gotham Gal and many more ! Me marshal.m1@gmail.com- Bio for Marshal SandlerMarshal Sandler was born in 1936 in Detroit, Michigan. He attended Detroit Country Day School (high school), and he left Michigan to attend the University of Miami, Florida.Marshal joined the Us Army and served from 1959 to 1961. He traveled extensively in the 1950s to France, Cuba, Spain and throughout the US.Marshal’s working career was in the Industrial Laundry and Textile Sales industry. He currently lives in Michigan where he is semi-retired and working on this site and related publications.Interesting Tidbits about Marshal * Hobbies, canoing (became expert while working many summers in Algonquin Park, Ontario), art, music, target shooting and sailing. * Favorite Artist, Modigliani (http://www.artchive.com/artchive/M/modigliani.html) * Favorite Canoe, Chestnut (http://www.eagle.ca/~chestnut/cat.htm) * Favorite Sailboat, (http://www.catboats.org/FAQ.htm) * Favorite Park, Algonquin Park (http://www.algonquinpark.on.ca/) * Favorite Classical Musician, Yo Yo Ma * Favorite Jazz Musician, Lennie Tristano * Favorite Book, Adventures of Augie March * Favorite Cuban Musicians, Celia Cruz and Tito Puente * States lived in, Michigan / Oregon / Missouri / Florida / Arizona * Favorite Off-Beat Writer, Blaize Cendrars-Marshal.m1@gmail.com Soy feliz. I am happy by nature. Gotham Gal. Enhanced by Zemanta Check out my lens Feedjit Live Blog Stats Lijit Search ; Alltop. Seriously?! I got in?

This has been tested on Xen 2.0.7-1 with Shorewall 3.0.3-1. This Howto presupposes you already have a base Xen install. If not, and you are unfamiliar with Xen, then you probably want to start with the Xen_Debian_Quick_Start. If you do have such a system and you used the default, networking should be running relatively seemlessly. These configurations are only if you want to switch to routed networking (and have a bit more control). There is nothing particularly funky about them, but I haven't had a chance to change it, and that was the first thing that came off of my fingers when I created this page

Repeated in long discussions with Boris (yes that boris) many years ago in Montreal. Lies are a social feature. They are part of the glue of human relationships. The same way that trust is a shortcut mechanism for life. We trust because we don't want to check everything every time. We lie because we want to smooth our life. It is about polishing to avoid to have sharp wood in our fingers.

"Du jazz manouche perdu dans les années 80"

If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string, If the red tickle as the cattle calve Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung, I would not fear the apple nor the flood Nor the bad blood of spring. Shall it be male or female? say the cells, And drop the plum like fire from the flesh. If I were tickled by the hatching hair, The winging bone that sprouted in the heels, The itch of man upon the baby's thigh, I would not fear the gallows nor the axe Nor the crossed sticks of war. Shall it be male or female? say the fingers That chalk the walls with green girls and their men. I would not fear the muscling-in of love If I were tickled by the urchin hungers Rehearsing heat upon a raw-edged nerve. I would not fear the devil in the loin Nor the outspoken grave. If I were tickled by the lovers' rub That wipes away nor crow's-foot nor the lock Of sick old manhood on the fallen jaws, Time and the crabs and the sweethearting crib Would leave me cold as butter for the flies, The sea of scums could drown me as it broke Dead on the sweethearts' toes. This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl And curling round the bud that forks her eye. An old man's shank one-marrowed with my bone, And all the herrings smelling in the sea, I sit and watch the worm beneath my nail Wearing the quick away. And that's the rub, the only rub that tickles. The knobbly ape that swings along his sex From damp love-darkness and the nurse's twist Can never raise the midnight of a chuckle, Nor when he finds a beauty in the breast Of lover, mother, lovers, or his six Feet in the rubbing dust. And what's the rub? Death's feather on the nerve? Your mouth, my love, the thistle in the kiss? My Jack of Christ, born thorny on the tree? The words of death are dryer than his stiff, My wordy wounds are printed with your hair. I would be tickled by the rub that is: Man be my metaphor.

If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string, If the red tickle as the cattle calve Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung, I would not fear the apple nor the flood Nor the bad blood of spring. Shall it be male or female? say the cells, And drop the plum like fire from the flesh. If I were tickled by the hatching hair, The winging bone that sprouted in the heels, The itch of man upon the baby's thigh, I would not fear the gallows nor the axe Nor the crossed sticks of war. Shall it be male or female? say the fingers That chalk the walls with greet girls and their men. I would not fear the muscling-in of love If I were tickled by the urchin hungers Rehearsing heat upon a raw-edged nerve. I would not fear the devil in the loin Nor the outspoken grave. If I were tickled by the lovers' rub That wipes away not crow's-foot nor the lock Of sick old manhood on the fallen jaws, Time and the crabs and the sweethearting crib Would leave me cold as butter for the flies The sea of scums could drown me as it broke Dead on the sweethearts' toes. This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl And curling round the bud that forks her eye. An old man's shank one-marrowed with my bone, And all the herrings smelling in the sea, I sit and watch the worm beneath my nail Wearing the quick away. And that's the rub, the only rub that tickles. The knobbly ape that swings along his sex From damp love-darkness and the nurse's twist Can never raise the midnight of a chuckle, Nor when he finds a beauty in the breast Of lover, mother, lovers, or his six Feet in the rubbing dust. And what's the rub? Death's feather on the nerve? Your mouth, my love, the thistle in the kiss? My Jack of Christ born thorny on the tree? The words of death are dryer than his stiff, My wordy wounds are printed with your hair. I would be tickled by the rub that is: Man be my metaphor. Dylan Thomas

A Dream Within A Dream Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? Edgar Allan Poe Read poems about / on: dream, kiss, hope, god, night