Sunday, December 14, 2008

Can U Get A Yeast Infection From Getting Fingered

THE BIG THREE AND THE ONCE FAMOUS IDISHES PERFUMERIES

I'm not very fond of copying articles circulating the Internet and less when not on its author but in this case, the story sent me my old friend Norberto Kleiman deserves to be hung on this page that shortly after I found trace their origin in http://elcuerpodecristo.com/article/72 . More than a fellow of the community surely remember the neighborhood of eleven in the forties and who is not these three great classics of Kosher as well described by Jorge Schussheim.


age will not know you, but when I was a kid, back in the '40s (1940, not 1840) and among Jews, someone said "NEMIROWSKY, BRUSELOWSKY, SZMEDRA" between Jews that was instantly understood talking about the corner of Pasteur and Corrientes, or that one was thinking of Junin between Lavalle and Corrientes, or who had just returned from Uriburu between Lavalle and Tucumán, where he worked directions the three great and famous perfume ídishes: As a woman descended from the store owners Corrientes and Pasteur, whose surname was Nemirowsky, I should not refer to this store as Nemirowsky, but as Corrientes and Pasteur, as it actually Nemirowsky tended the store was not the real Nemirowsky and detail that it has greatly affected. (This is another example of the indomitable spirit that encourages Jews). With regard to this designation, we notice that if anyone says that they were the three largest and most famous perfume ídishes of Eleven, but storage classic Jewish community, please could not crean.Almacenes Apparently if they are visible from outside. Because it was when you walked ...: the first concentrated flavors, depending on whether you entered Nemirowsky to Bruselowsky or Szmedra - were also in that order - that of Ulik and schmaltz , Herings, the sour the cucumbers and the fresh leberwurscht. Immediately followed the kimmel broit of Goldstein, that of smoked mullet and caliente.En pastrom of the three perfumes, also smelled wonderfully acidic and sauerkraut stored in wooden barrels, a white cheese with scallions and paprika, to smétene fresh, a juicy duck sausage (I never knew why it was called duck, and, of course, rule out any possibility that develop with duck. Perhaps alluding to the client's condition), at the terrifying amounts of wurschtn garlic hanging from the ceiling and honey and knishes and béigalaj léicaj and matze and even sometimes fancied a lejanísimos aromas legitimate imprisoned in a bottle of Russian caviar or in round tins smoked Baltic sprätn. Oh, these perfume of my childhood! "And the perfumers, or the owners? First, Nemirowsky, or Mr. Pasteur and Corrientes. Nemirowsky - Pasteur and was like Valenti currents of the time: People queue for hours to buy exquisiteces.Ver work was as fascinating as Nemirowsky see work at a snake charmer. When I asked a herring Bobe, he, with an apron full of, stains and buttoned sleeves around the wrist, put his hand, arm, and> of course, the sleeve in the depths of thick brine, a herring caught and is awaiting aprobación.Supongo showed that goes without saying that the aroma it gave off the famous perfumer was not exactly parisino.Nemirowsky always had two barrels of herrings. One common with weighing herring. The other oy, vey, the other!, With fat, greasy and sublime pesos.Súbitamente Ulik two, a Saturday morning and no one would have foretold nothing , Appeared a third black barrel with a small blackboard on which he had written a compelling phrase: "Herrings very special, $ 3c / u. Only two per person ".¡¿¡ Three dollars for a single herring!?!" My Bubbie Esther and I arrived in the middle of chaos. Customers skated in pools of brine, struggled to take two herring-regulatory and sporting a greedy grin on their faces, fled her breasts pressing them to devour in the privacy of their homes (this paragraph is pure schmaltz). My grandmother, seeing this tells perfumer Monsieur le: Give me three dollars a herring to try Mr Nemirowsky and type, I knew very well who was who in this universe called Once, and I will answer: "Those herring are for pure business, not for you Frau Schusshein .- Is not for me? And may I ask why? Because those are for pure business herring, herring salesman repeated .- And that means pure business? Nemirowsky nervous look in all directions, low voice and confesses: "Because I put that barrel herrings that are being ugly on the other barrels, frau Schusshein.Después was Bruselowsky.Bruselowsky was the most expensive and, therefore, the most fino.Un large wooden desk U-shaped fencing to Bruselowsky, Victor- his trusted employee - Mrs Bruselowsky and three huge bookshelves, filled to the rafters with cans, bottles, bags, packages, bottles and paquetitos.Allí you could buy herring and bread as in Goldstein's pastrom Nemirowsky and that got rid of so tender, but also and mainly, spices and products from around the mundo.Había Jalvo Greek, Polish vodka, Norwegian cod, Czech slivovitz, cherry Uruguayan Portuguese anchovies, sardines, Danish, and even well criollos.Pero matze iguerkes and more exotic the product was in it for Bruselowsky was not edible, but too dark, her skin was sallow Victor.Victor and black hair slicked back , which gave her the appearance of "Romanian?," Hungarian?, Turco, efcher? His appearance made him look like an experienced man with a past tormentoso.A Despite this curious appearance a Jew, Victor took care of everyone in a Castilian so perfect that even had a small provincial leave, a Castilian who only left when I had to add. Then mumbled rapidly in a dratzig finef ídish, ain a zvonzig, zibn a fiftzig ....- are eighteen sixties. Please pay in caja.Muchos years after having met and mindedness typical teenager, after a purchase and the corresponding amount in idish, encouraged me and I hit preguinté: Sorry, Victor, but you, How part of the world was born? - I looked as surprised and answered with the same ease with which sputtered the idish that came listening to old Bruselowsky from did not know how many years: - "Io? For in Lules in Tucumán ... Now understand what the face? And finally, Szmedra. But Szmedra of Junin, but the original legitimate Uriburu.Para Szmedra of me, Szmedra amounted to Sunday. Winter Sunday went to the Yankees, who were my uncles, Max and Guitcha false, Oleg and Múndek Lanka. Dad's friends from childhood and ghetto survivors, lived at the corner of Terrero and Galicia, and in the enclosed patio dining - living-kitchen - this house, Sunday afternoon tea became cena.A the five o'clock in the afternoon of Sunday, instead of mourn for Ignacio Sanchez Mejia, my father and I entered Szmedra in the arena. On the left, three cast iron tables with marble tops white. On the right, also a long white marble counter. While customers roared with impatience, Madame Szmedra leberwurst announced the departure of heat to the plaza. At that time he made his entrance Szmedra himself with a pot the size of a cow and began in a leberwurschtn ASAC long, misshapen and smoking, without hesitation cut each half with a diagonal cut that caused the surrender instantly leber ay offered me a slice, with the same gesture with which the matador delivers hot leberwuscht montera.Ese bitter was just one of the world's greatest delights. Even Debrecziner bunches of sausages, smoked and spicy, or the juicy slices of freshly baked pastrom my dad could also buy it frozen comparar.Esas afternoon in the Yankees, with a brass samovar filled with boiling water in the center the table and the essence of tea in your turkey up and around the samovar, plates and dishes of those wonderful sausages, bread basket filled with slices of fresh, warm broit kimmel and durito plétzalaj those tiny seeds with onions and poppy; sources Sweet-sour cucumbers, radishes, sliced \u200b\u200bwhite and cream cheese, smoked fish, and artenques spratn with onion cheesecake, homemade jams and freshly baked leicaj; those Sundays accounted for major ritual of the old friends schtetl, the kumzits ancestral.Pero for me, was the time of sacrifice and sanctified the promises fulfilled by the Big Three and the Once Famous Perfume Idishes. Jorge Schussheim

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Where To Buy Router In Singapore













When you remember how we spent that afternoon after school, between the cup Toddy, French bread spread with lard and sugar, the duties and the path to play, has the feeling of having lived on another planet. This generation
scanned objects that other technologically naive and craft their own games because the bearing, the balls, yo-yo, the range and measure the ball and figurines, cut his teeth on the sidewalk in the neighborhood and not sitting compartmentalized in an Internet. During the year there
season for each game so that at times dominated the ball bearing decorated with abundant studs, balls that rolled into the small hole in the ground with a blow it cleaned and passed the palm of your hand to remove any debris around as if it were a bocce court or cardboard figures with the faces of artists, soccer players and racing champions.



The only game that season was not was the ball. Any opportunity was good to build a team, forming mounds with bricks, cans or what we had on hand to make the mouth bow and prepare to play a dive in the pasture.



Everything was more environmentally friendly as we would say today including a wall, that wall piece of fine revoked preferably make an angle to the sidewalk fair play to the figures that came from five small separate paper envelopes the album to collect them. The form was stamped in circular, oval and rectangular but some recall the metal also known as "badges."
The prize for whoever managed to fill the album was almost always a bicycle or a pair of skates but to maintain a rate of sales the manufacturer failed to include certain players in the collection or he had done so much so that in the rush to get " the difficult ones ", those that allow complete the album, we were forced to buy more or get them playing.
was an almost sensual pleasure to manipulate the figures stack to count and know how was our capital, causing them to slide with the thumb of one hand to the palm of the other standing out clearly the news of the worn by the constant bustle of a player to another.
And the challenge was how to play poker, we hoped to make more figurines often risking the few that we had and with the addition of us with those difficult opponent in the end we had that long without choice but to his misfortune.
The "tapadita" was a way to play but usually had to have more figures that playing "rolled her." The first was a simple game, just had to support the figurine on the wall at one meter from the ground, release and as the floor was filled with them were more likely than a fall on another covering it partially or completely, a condition of winning the game and take all. The Fall often depended on a gentle breeze crossing the playing area with which the player took precautions to move the launch point to the right or left trying a tapadita accurate.
The other game mode was to be at a distance from the wall between the players agreed that they could be more than two as opposed to "tapadita" and each in turn launched his figurine. The leaning was getting closer to the wall was the priority pick it up and whizzed up and down, which left the image up (face), went to be owned and those that were down (dry) were collected by the next player who did the same. Time to wallow depended on the order in which the figures were approximate to the wall. But if any of the players to start the game was a "mirror", ie getting stay figurine standing on the sidewalk and leaning against the wall, was the priority of Revol.
simple, naive and exciting to spend the evening with no joystick or gamepad.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

What Kind Of Business Is Lia Sophia?

PLAY TO THOSE OLD FIGURINES "Piojera" everyday history


By Julio di Risio



One afternoon in 1947, I lived with an aunt in the neighborhood of Almagro and taking advantage of the sunshine of April, I went for a walk along Avenida Rivadavia to a film that was close Plaza Once, the cinema and then old Harmony, one of the many "Piojera" as they called these small rooms old, dirty, torn, musty, pee and with a screen that was not white and was perforated over with rocks.
Of course, my aunt was forbidden to go to those movies (he was an illegal departure), but the entry cost very little and gave up four films in one program. Suffice it to say that I frequented quite this kind of room, or I must have seen over 100 films in this exciting "state of secrecy." That afternoon
Easter movie was no surprise, as was "The Passion" as we used to call the film version of "Life Passion and Death of Our Lord Jesus Christ, who spent every year to that date. It was an old silent version with intertitles [1] to which they had to music with religious themes from the beginning to the end. Some time later I found out it was a version by Ferdinand Zecca in the late 10 and was another of the director and the same time contained in a yellowing poster of the movie hall "The victims of alcoholism ', but I do not let in by a minor.
The audience was this afternoon at the Harmony was not more educated or more serious than usual, so seeing the rapid movement of Jesus carrying the Cross, which was due to his early film at 16 frames per second [2] , the public, if you could call it that, was killed laughter.
But this afternoon something happened that marked an important change in me, the shadow of a bird hovering over the images irreverent Stations of the Cross led me look into the projection light and find the poor animal that Pullman had the big boys released into the room and that is crazy looking for an exit between light and shadow. The bird managed to escape but I stood mesmerized watching the changing light cone density and shrank to the back of the room into a point within a small window. There was an unknown, magical, that caught me as much or more than the images on the screen.
There was a time when I could not concentrate on the plot of the movie, I distracted the moving light that flowed from that mysterious window up there in the dark, at the end of the room.

1 - Titles of transition that were used in silent films to maintain continuity (synthesized) from the talks. Temporal continuity: "A few months later," was also covered with intertitles. 2 In

the early silent films was normal cadence of 16 frames per second. With the advent of sound, had to change the speed to 24 frames per second, this cadence normally reproduces the human voice. If a film is projected at 16 CXS shot in a sound projector (24 CXS), the images will be accelerated. Consequently, the normal rhythm can only be obtained by projecting the film at the same speed with which it was filmed.


Sunday, February 3, 2008

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WHAT TOOK TIME aims to be a real exercise in memory and remove it, as many memories as possible to add them to the history of our country that not only integrate the heroes, prominent figures and major events but also daily events that give support to our idiosincrasia.De so there will be no restrictions of any kind, everything fits in this place from a radio program, through cigarette brands to the memory of an advertisement. As they arrive these memories, I'll organize by category

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THE DAY I MET A EISENSTEIN

By Julio di Risio


"The formalist film is directed only to the excitement, while the intellectual montage gives way to process of thought "Sergei Eisenstein



Montevideo, summer of 54

was a very hot afternoon and the rain was coming, you could smell. Missing one or two blocks to get to the room SODRE. I would love to go there before returning to Buenos Aires. The sky darkened and began falling in thick drops. A few seconds later, as heavy rain fell on the stairs, a guard watching the billboards: one cycle a week commemorating the death of SM Eisenstein, who until then had only heard about. Excellent opportunity.

A presenter on stage reading a profile of director: "In the early hours of February 11, 1948, in his office writing a paper on color film, Eisenstein SM dies without having been released the second part of" Ivan ", banned by Stalin." Towards the end, an introduction to "The Battleship Potemkin" open cycle.

The heavy curtains were pulled back to the terrible screeching of the lack of fat. Some big titles in Russian, recorded with big characters, announced as the presenter that resulted from the side of the stage: "A film by SM Eisenstein," Battleship Potemkin. " Try to abstract from all the times I saw this movie, some for pleasure, analyzing other assembly, leaving me by that strange thrill that gave me those images gray and silent for many years.

The distant sound of the projector and falling of rain on the tin roof of the hall were the only sounds that accompanied those angry sailors who refused to eat the wormy soup. An officer apparently gesturing something serious. A poster and sounds of the projector and rain are cut by the commentator: "Tapen the rebels with a tarp and fusílenlos." Peers are reluctant to shoot. Another sign: "Brothers!". The soldiers turn their guns and fired on the officers. In the bloody battle that takes place on deck drops dead the leader of the rebellion.

sounds of rain and the projector that had disappeared by the intensity of the action, returning with a title: "Odessa."

The port of Odessa. The town next to the crew of the Potemkin, mourns the death of the leader. Voices are being raised fists and moving toward the grand staircase. The commentator translates it: "The soldiers fired on the defenseless people." A mother with her injured son in his arms up to them asking: "Do not shoot, my son is hurt. Do not shoot. " The soldiers are facing down and firing on women and children left lying on the steps. A baby stroller is precipitated quickly through the steps. More shots, people running, rolling, falling. The rain has stopped while listening very clearly the voice of the commentator: "The night of waiting."

Now only the distant sound of the projector flashes accompany the scenes of the crew waiting. The picture closes slowly to black. It is morning and attended the meeting of a ship of the fleet with the battleship, cannon plans are ready to shoot, sailors running up the iron stairs, busy times in the engine room. The commentator, with the noise of order and save your papers to go, release the tension in the raised giggles. Concludes with a final sign: "Brothers!". In this last scene the squad refuses to shoot. There are hugs of joy and tears of emotion. The word "Konek" and the raucous curtain closes on the monumental film.

a while I was sitting, looking at where all that had happened. Already in the hall, I looked carefully at each picture of the film. I thought to take one, but did not dare. I wanted to save, preserve a moment, not realizing that each one of them would accompany me all my life.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Yellow Stretchy Mucus Before Period

a matinee



For many years I lived in Wilde, south of Buenos Aires. Among the late forties and early fifties, I did not miss a single feature film Wilde matinee where Wednesday and continuously, giving two episodes of a series of mystery or science fiction that was completed with cartoons, a documentary and news as English NOT DO, Emelco and Movitone American.
Most of these series had been filmed in the late 30's and some at 40. The Shadow character in the film The Shadow of terror eg was an enemy to Tigre Black, a damn that the last chapter, we kept in suspense to see who was and who only knew by his silhouette illuminated by an overhead light and his voice, leaving the head of a tiger. Shadow , wearing low-brimmed hat and black cape, revealing only their eyes, was identified in front of your enemy with a deep laugh (as in horror films) while a deep voice said: " I am the Shadow ". was time we all hoped it would grab a pineapple with the minions of the Black Tiger and how all these characters, always came out unscathed, not even lost the hat. At the end of each episode when the boy or the girl were about to die of a collapse, explosion, fire or were buried by an avalanche of stones, the following Wednesday, the players emerged victorious, brushing the dust from your clothes and returned back to action. We knew we could not die because the heroes never die. The question was how the hell are the is going to arrange for geld of those situations.
As we enjoyed those movies! They were simple, no special effects, with accelerations of camera when he chases with cars or smacks scenes, none of today's technological paraphernalia.
we identified both the character we came to imitate, postures, gestures and phonetic English home, as Carrion boys, teiquidisi, amzorri mister ...

The Phantom Empire, another classic, where the boy was Gene Autry, a singer and a good rider convoy that had gotten in a mess with some guys who lived in the depths of the earth and come to the surface, they had use masks to breathe. Interestingly, the horses did not need them.

And the adventures of Dick Tracy, Detective an angled face which Fontanarrosa had to have been inspired to do Boogy oil, which combat-aunt offenders to death, clean punches, Fu Kun no martial arts or communicated with police cars with radio - watch. Popularized all these characters through comic books, one by one they jump to the silver screen to the delight of the kids and every Wednesday, after the last episode, when the mystery was revealed, waited anxiously to meet our next hero.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

How To Know If I Look Weird

WEDNESDAY

Among the few friends I have, I have the honor of meeting a Uruguayan artisan spirit sensitive to all human expression, which sent me an account of an unknown author sums up the spirit of this blog. Dina Acosta, that's the name my friend, headed his mail with these words:

FOR NOSTALGIC FOR THOSE WHO APPRECIATE THE LITTLE THINGS, YOU DO NOT WANT AWAY FROM WHAT WAS PART OF YOUR LIFE . ..

Before transcribing the chronic, Dina added this comet: Unfortunately no tengo el nombre del autor de ésta nota, pero me hubiera gustado mucho felicitarlo, porque con algunas diferencias, me siento reflejado.
Si no entendés nada o te aburre lo escrito abajo, es que sos muy joven, entonces, hacele feliz el día a tus viejos y dale a leer este magnífico artículo.
NOTA: Hoy 30 de abril de 2009 Dina me confirma que el autor de la nota es nada menos que EDUARDO GALEANO .


VENIMOS DE OTROS TIEMPOS
Lo que me pasa es que no consigo andar por el mundo tirando cosas y cambiándolas by the following model just because someone comes up to add a function or shrink a little. Not so long ago with my wife we \u200b\u200bwashed the diapers Gurises. The hung on the rope with the flukes, the planchábamos, the doblábamos and preparing for re-soiling. And they, our kids, just grown up and had their own children were ordered to throw it all away (including diapers). Unscrupulously were delivered to the disposable! Yes, I know. Our generation always cost him throw. Neither we were very disposable waste! And so we walked through the streets keeping the mucus in your pocket and fat in the dish cloths. And our sisters and girlfriends were managing as best they could with cotton to meet monthly fertility. Nooo! I do not say it was better. What I say is that at some point I got distracted, I fell off the world and now I do not know where it goes. Most likely, it is now, this does not deny it. What happens is that I can not change the stereo once a year, the phone every three months or the computer monitor every Christmas. I keep the cups! I wash the latex gloves that were to be used once! Stack like an old fool the plastic foam trays of chicken! The plastic covered with alpaca live in silverware drawer!
is coming from a time when things were bought for a lifetime. Indeed! Were bought for the life of those who came later! People inherited clocks, Drinking games, lunch boxes and even fabric bowls and dishes spittoons. And it turns out not so long in our marriage, we had more cooking than I had in all my childhood neighborhood and we have changed three times fridge. We are getting screwed! I discovered them. They do it on purpose! Everything is broken, worn, rust, cracks or consumed in a short time we have to change it. Nothing is repaired. Where are the cobblers mending the soles of the socks Nike? Has anyone seen a mattress box springs weeding every house? Who manages the electric knife? Does the grinder or the electrician? Will Teflon tinsmiths or airplane seat to the saddlers? Everything is pulled, all of discarding and meanwhile produce more and more garbage. The other day I read that there was more trash in the past 40 years in the history of mankind. He who has less than 40 years is not going to believe this: When I was a child by my house did not pass the trash! I swear! And I have less than ........... years! All wastes were organic and were to stop the chicken coop, a duck or Rabbits (and I'm not talking about the seventeenth century). There was no plastic or nylon. The rubber just saw the wheels of cars and shooting were not burned them down in San Juan. The few wastes that are not eaten by animals, served as compost or burned. I come out there. And not that there's been better. It is not easy for a poor guy who was raised in the "save and save once can be used for something" going to "buy and discard already has the new model." My head does not stand much. Now my family and my friends' children not only cellular change once a week, but also change the number, email address and even the actual address. Y I prepared myself to live with the same number, the same woman, the same house and same name (and boy, was a name to change it) I was raised to save it. TOO! What they served and what is not. Because someday things could return to servir.Le we gave credit to todo.Sí. I know, we had a big problem: they never told us what things we might serve and what not. And in an effort to save (because we do case) keep up the navel of our first child, the tooth of the second, folders, garden and do not know how not to keep the first poop. How can they understand that people who are clear from cell a few months to buy it? Could it be that when things are not readily available are valued and become disposable as easily be achieved? At home we had a cabinet with four drawers. The first box was for tablecloths and towels, covered the second for the third and the fourth to everything that was not cloth or covered. And we kept. How we kept! Tooooodo we kept it! We kept the counters of soda! What for?! We did bring clean shoes for the front door to take away the mud. Bent and hooked to a rope curtains turned into bars. After the classes you took out the cork, and clavábamos martillábamos A peck to make instruments for year-end party at school. We kept Tooodo! The things we used: blankets, lamps, rollers, needles onduline and primus. And things would never wear. Buttons losing their shirts and reels that ran out were piling thread in the third and fourth drawer. Parts of pens that someday we could return to state. Straws without ink, ink straws without plastic, without the pen caps, pens without the cap. Gas lighters or lighters without losing the spring. Lost springs his lighter. When the world is squeezing the brain to invent lighters were thrown at the end of its cycle, recharge invented disposable lighters. And the Gillette-up halved-sharpener became throughout the school year. And our drawers kept the little keys of the cans of pate or corned beef, just in case that one can come without its key. And the batteries! The batteries of the first Spica freezer went to the roof of the house. Because we did not know whether to keep them warm or cold for them to live a little longer. We resigned ourselves to that end their life, we could not believe that anything less than a jasmine live. Things were not disposable. Were storable. Newspapers! Served for everything: to make templates for the rubber boots to put on the floor on rainy days and above all things to wrap. The times that we learned of a result by reading the paper glued to the hip! And we kept the silver foil chocolates and cigars for Christmas pinitos guides and calendar pages for pictures and remedies dropper if he did not bring any medicine dropper and used matches to light a stove because we could of the volcano from the one that was turned on and the shoe boxes that became the first albums. And the Richmond cigar boxes became belts and posamates and injection vials with rubber caps piled who knows with what intention, and the decks were reused though without any, with the inscription by hand on a sword-sota said "this is a 4 of clubs. " The drawers kept sticks pieces left of clothing and metal hook. While housed rights only pieces waiting to become your other half for another time on a stick. I know what happened to us: we had a hard time declaring the death of our objects. Just as today the younger generation decide to "kill" just appear to stop serving those times were not to declare anything dead. Or Walt Disney. And when we sold scoops ice cream in the lid became base and told us: "Take the ice cream and then pull the cup", we said yes, but minga that we would throw! We put them to live on the shelf of glasses and cups. Cans of peas and peaches turned pots, and even telephones. The first plastic bottles were transformed into ornaments of dubious beauty. The egg cups deposits became watercolors covers Bollone in ashtrays, the first cans of beer corks holders and expected to find a bottle. And bite me for not making a parallel between the values \u200b\u200bthat are discarded and those preservábamos. I will not do! I'm dying to say Today not only are disposable appliances, which also marriage and friendship to be discarded. But it will not make the recklessness of comparing objects with people. Bite me not to speak of identity is lost, the collective memory to be pulling from the past ephemeral. I will not do. I will not mix the issues, I will not say that the perennial have become outdated and obsolete as did perennial. I will not say that the elderly are death states are just beginning to fail in their duties, the spouses are exchanged for newer models, that people who lack any function they are discriminated against or who value the beautiful with glitz and glamor.
This is only a chronic speaking of diapers and cell phones. Otherwise, if you mix it things would have to seriously consider delivering to the witch as part payment of a lady with fewer miles and a new function. But I am slow to navigate this world of reinstatement and run the risk that the witch wins hand me be me ... and delivered.