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Ето как се продава компютърна техника :)

10x bossev

Отвореният код е на път да промени ИТ управлението

Нараства броят на компаниите, които се обръщат към open-source решенията

Тунинг на BMW 318i? Или може би не?

10x Vlado

Поради новината за идването на Deep Purple, реших песента на деня днес да е тяхна.

Deep Purple When A Blind Man Cries

If you’re leaving close the door. I’m not expecting people anymore. Hear me grieving, I’m lying on the floor. Whether I’m drunk or dead I really ain’t too sure. I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man and my world is pale. When a blind man cries, lord, you know there ain’t no sadder tale. Had a friend once in a room, Had a good time but it ended much too soon. In a cold month in that room We found a reason for the things we had to do. I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man, now my room is cold. When a blind man cries, lord, you know he feels it from his soul.

Тук е новината. Дано се окаже вярна!

По непотвърдена от български промоутър информация британските рок-легенди Deep Purple отново ще свирят в България.

10x Teo

Как да си почистим клавиатурата. Като четох това се присетих за една стара моя статия.

Какво можем да очакваме от градския траснпорт в София, до края на годината.

Статия за проведения наскоро “Тест на нацията”.

Изкуствен интелект: IQ тестът като оръжие за избиване на национални комплекси Тези деструктивни мисли ме преследват от около седмица, след като гледах тричасовото предаване 'Тест на нацията' по Канал 1 на БНТ, пише Яна Бюрер Тавание във в. Капитал

Не че се интересувам от футбол но ….

http://www.eurosport.com/ vij dolu v dqsno Podkrepete Ico Stoichkov....toi e s 70% Prati i na drugi

Песента на деня днес е от майстора на мрачни балади, австралиецът Ник Кейв. Страхотно изпълнение, добре че бат Младен ми го пусна.

Nick Cave Brother, My Cup Is Empty

Brother, my cup is empty And I haven`t got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I am the captain of my pain Tis the bit, the bridle, The trashing cane The stirrup, the harness The whipping mane The pickled eye The shrinking brain O brother, buy me one more drink I`ll explain the nature of my pain Yes, let me tell you once again I am the captain of my pain O brother, my cup is empty And I haven`t got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I cannot blame it all on her To blame her all would be a lie For many a night I lay awake And wished that I could watch her die To see her accusing finger spurt To see flies swarm her hateful eye To watch her groaning in the dirt To see her clicking tongue crack dry O brother, buy me one more drink One more drink and then goodbye And do not mock me when I say Let`s drink one more before I die O brother, my cup is empty And I haven`t got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home Well I`ve been sliding down on rainbows Well I`ve been swinging from the stars Now this wretch in beggars clothing Bangs his cup across the bars Look, this cup of mine is empty! Seems I`ve misplaced my desires Seems I`m sweeping up the ashes Of all my former fires So brother, be a brother And fill this tiny cup of mine And please, sir, make it whiskey For I have no head for wine O brother, my cup is empty And I haven`t got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I counted up my blessings And counted only one One tiny little blessing And now that blessings gone So buy me one more drink, my brother Then I`m taking to the road Yes, I`m taking to the rain I`m taking to the snow O my friend, my only brother Do not let the party grieve So throw a dollar onto the bar Now kiss my ass and leave O brother, my cup is empty And I haven`t got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home