The very best thing to do for your business, whether your are a sole owner or have multiple owners, is to go beyond simply filing Articles of Incorporation. Be sure that you have bylaws and that you operate by those bylaws. Furthermore, examine your bylaws and see if there are any provisions regarding the eventuality of an owner going through a divorce and whether there are any protections for the business. In addition, review your status and practices to best protect from a court piercing the corporate veil and viewing your business as a mere alter ego of you. This includes the bylaws, but expands to how money is handled, record keeping, sufficient capital in the business, etc.

Till syvvende och sist, är man inte ansvarig för bilden som utges/visas i bloggen?/PL

Andra om alter ego, bloggosfären, bloggar, blondinbella.

Ich denke ich werde ein paar nette Fotos mitbringen! Bis dann in etwa eine Woche! Mit freundlichen Grüßen!

*machs gut kleiner Blog*

The Fairness Doctrine which is a proposal that Rush and Hannity and his pal Bill O'Rielly are vehemently opposed too. For obvious reasons, The Grand Masters of spin and dogma want no changes or opposing views to immediately challenge and correct the out and out untruths they weave and spin from their bully pulpits.

Believe it or not the Fairness Doctrine is not what this article is about. It is about those who support public airway propagandist. Does Rush speak for America? Does he have the right to go unchallenged when he cries that "He can not beat up girls (Rachel Meadows) and the Little Black Messiah (Barack Obama)"

Yet he is not racist or misogynist in his gleefulness in referring to Barack Obama as "The Magic Negro"?   I suppose his audience ether winces at his words or ether gives him a wink and a nod. which further impels him to keep pushing the envelope.

Rush Limbaugh has been in the media for some years and how has all his hot wind benefited the country for all his years of espousing political and social dogma?   What has he accomplished other than to further erode any racial unity that might be possible by his divisive illusions and aspersions that can do nothing but drive wedges even between the good but silent ones.

Since Rush and his ilk go unchallenged with no true light of truth given a chance then the Rushes Hannity's and O'Rielly's of media commandeer the public airways and continue to push the envelope further and further especially in the case of Rush Limbaugh. While challenging anyone that demand some modicum of fairness and balance to the rampant and flagrant rhetoric of these talking heads.

All it appears Rush and Hannity are programmed to do is bombard Barack Obama with every manner of attack imaginable. If They were interested they could easily find ten times more dirt on John McCain if they wanted to be fair.

Therefore they just tell every manner of untruth that a human mind can conceive and there is no one there to set the record straight or challenge the veracity of the statements and comments that Rush, ORielly and Hannity spew out incessantly and with impunity.

If they are worth their weight in gold or cash. This means Rush is worth a lot of gas

Aber der Markt auf dem Markt steht es schlecht. Zuviele Produkte, die Ihnen den Marktanteil streitig machen! Da muss man mit allem glänzen, was man aufbringen kann. Auch wenn das was man reinsteckt anfangs mehr ist, als das was man heraus bekommt... Man muss seine Kunden erst von sich überzeugen.

Mal sehen ob mir das gelingt!

Hier eine kleine Vorschau auf meine Bewerbung

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Partial Arts - "Telescope EP" ( Kompakt, 2008 )

Así de entrada, nunca me ha entusiasmado ni el sello Kompakt ni la vertiente “minimal” del techno. Para bien o para mal, y salvo honrosas excepciones como esta, apenas suelo prestar atención a los lanzamientos de este palo. Así que, ya sea por desidia o por simple agotamiento, la verdad es que he tardado lo mío en detenerme a saborear en condiciones los surcos de este “Telescope” ( Kompakt, 2008 ) y de su predecesor, el magnífico “Trauermusik” ( Kompakt, 2007 ). Y es una pena, porque a estas alturas puede que ambos títulos estén agotados o, lo que es peor, sepultados entre el frenético flujo de novedades en alguna cubeta remota, víctimas del exceso de oferta de un mercado tan sujeto a las modas pasajeras como es el de la música electrónica. Así que no cometáis el mismo error, no vaya a ser que os pille el toro y dejéis que se os escape; porque lo que en esta ocasión nos ofrece el dúo formado por los británicos Ewan Pearson y Al Usher es harina de otro costal.

Partial Arts - "Trauermusik EP" ( Kompakt, 2007 )

Mientras algunos seguimos esperando con impaciencia a que terminen de pergeñar su primer larga duración (anunciado ya para 2009), os aconsejo que os dejéis llevar un rato por los más de diez minutos de cyberdelia hipnótica y psicodélica de “Telescope”. Siguiendo las coordenadas rítmicas del “kraut”, la melodía termina derivando en una suerte de techno-house de raíces clásicas; un poco al estilo de Kraftwerk, pero sin coartada nostálgica. Por si no fuese suficiente razón como para congraciarse con el sello de Colonia, podéis daros el gustazo de volar todavía un poco más alto con “Trauermusik”: para el que suscribe uno de los cortes imprescindibles de lo que llevamos de década. Una auténtica gozada que se convierte en absolutamente irresistibles a medida que nos acercamos a su tramo final.

En cuanto a las respectivas remezclas de Radioslave y Alter Ego, me limitaré a obviarlas. No porque sean  particularmente malas o prescindibles, sino porque se ciñen demasiado a la fórmula habitual de un género al que sigo sin verle la gracia...

Ricardo Villalobos – “Enfants EP” ( Sei Es Drum, 2008 )

Y para terminar, otra excepción que confirma la regla… aunque tampoco debería extrañarnos demasiado, viniendo del autor de “Alcachofa” ( Playhouse, 2003 ). Al contrario del flequilludo de Hawtin, el chileno sigue ofreciéndonos las suficientes dosis de interés con cada nuevo trabajo como para que le recibamos -casi siempre- con los brazos en alto. En esta ocasión nos sirve una de sus excentricidades “marca de la casa” a costa del “Baba Yaga” de Christian Vander, responsable de los delirios setenteros del célebre combo francés Magma.

Villalobos se desmarca de cualquier incómodo resquicio progresivo, sirviéndose de una variación sobre dicho tema firmada en 1995 por el propio Vander en compañía de su Mekanïk Destruktïw Kommandöh. Se trata de una curiosa y estimulante vuelta de tuerca del tema original, concebida como homenaje al 25 aniversario de la banda madre, en la que el peso de la interpretación corre a cuenta de un coro de niños. Esta maravillosa rareza, inspirada en el macabro folclore centroeuropeo, le sirve a Villalobos para conmemorar el nacimiento de su hijo, Velasco León.

Y qué queréis que os diga: ¡pues que cumpla muchos más, porque debe de ser de los sí traen el pan bajo el brazo! En "Enfants (Chants)" las voces infantiles le dan un toque perverso, mientras que el acompañamiento de una reiteración melódica de teclado y unas sutiles percusiones, entre rotas y crepitantes, contribuyen a hacer del corte una especie de “Comfty In Nautica” de Panda Bear en clave “mal rollera". De propina, en el reverso, nos deja una relectura instrumental y percusiva que (de nuevo, por ser excesivamente canónica) palidece en comparación con el original que, no sé a vosotros, pero a mi me ha encantado.

]]> http://alessandrarotondo.wordpress.com/?p=3 Sat, 16 Aug 2008 13:38:38 +0000 Alessandra Rotondo http://alessandrarotondo.wordpress.com/?p=3 Ok, ho un nuovo blog.

In effetti ci pensavo da un po' al trasloco su una piattaforma più seria: io provengo da qui, un Live Space estremamente artigianale e...vediamo...emozionale, sclerotico, approssimativo, follemente sciocco...e chi più ne ha più ne metta.

M'è venuto 'sto pallino di aprire un blog su Wordpress, e eccomi qua.

La fanciulla col cipiglio omicida che vedete a destra, sono io, o meglio è Jaqueline, il mio alter ego estivo, festaiolo e vacanziero.

Jaqueline (come la Onassis o, se volete, come la protagonista dell'omonima canzone di Rino Gaetano) ha la "r francese" e fuma sottili Vogue alla menta, usa smalti di colori accesi e veste spesso di rosso. Ama i foulard, soprattutto quelli in seta, con i quali, spesso e volentieri, nelle giornate ventose si cinge il capo. Ha una vocina sottile e insinuante e sbatte convulsamente le palpebre in direzione degli uomini di bell'aspetto che incontra per strada. Ha guanciotte tonde spolverate di rade lentiggini, e quando vi guarda negli occhi si colora appena appena di rosso, chè non si sa se è imbarazzo oppure strategia.

Io, invece, sono tutt'altro. All'apparenza dolce e gentile, risulto, ad un'analisi più approfondita, avere i peli sul cuore e la verve di uno scaricatore di porto di un lembo di terra affacciato sul Mar Baltico. Adoro la birra, il vino e la sangria, e ho un buon feeling con gli alcoolici in genere, tranne che col rum, col quale ho litigato a morte da oltre un anno, in seguito a tragici avvenimenti.

Insomma, la verità è che non lo so neppure io chi sono davvero.

Ognuna delle miei maschere è terribilmente reale e autentica. E certe volte so' cazzi, eh!

Ok, le prime informazioni sono state date. Non so ancora che piega prenderà questo blog, nè quanto sarò costante nell'aggiornarlo, comunque...io sono qui.

Ebbuonaggiornata, eh!

Ceata totala. Nu vad nimic, cu toate ca ma straduiesc din rasputeri sa ies din acest vid. Pe bajbaite, incerc sa descifrez vastul labirint ce mi se intinde in fata ochilor mei; negura noptii se asterne peste ei . . . Nu mai are rost sa ma fortez; am orbit. Cele doua felinare nu`mi mai folosesc chiar la nimic de acum incolo.

Trebuie sa intru in joc. Fara sa vreau, devin unul din pionii principali. Mai bine zis, singurul pion ,caci ceilalti presupun ca stau pe tusa, doar eu nu`i vad nicaieri. Poate se ascund, poate nu vor sa`si dezvaluie identitatea , sau poate, pur si simplu, ei exista doar in imaginatia mea bolnava. . . Totusi, cam multe ipoteze. Mica este probabilitatea ca una din ele sa aibe valoarea de adevar pozitiva. Ca sa aflu asta, trebuie sa actionez, sa fac prima mea miscare. Doar in felul acesta ma voi apropia de deznodamant, putand concluziona adevaratele reguli ale jocului cu care eu sunt pe cale de a ma familiariza.

Doar eu si EL. EU mica, nesigura si putin speriata ; EL nemarginit, arogant si sobru. Fac un pas inapoi, EL pare ca se apropie tot mai mult. Eu tac, EL reda fidel ecoul mintii mele. Ma panichez, EL pare mai sigur ca oricand. Razboiul mintilor incepe; nu mai exista cale de intoarcere. . . 2 jucatori, 1 singur maestru, 1 singura miza: perosnalitatea mea, modul meu de a gandi si de a actiona, „ la pachet ” cu gandurile, sentimentele si trairile pe care le`am interiorizat.

JOCUL incepe. Nelinistea din mine dura deja de prea mult, mult prea mult, timp. Subconstientul meu se hranea cu sperante desarte. De ceva vreme incoace, ma minteam pe mine insami [ it hurts so bad ] ca „va trece”. Ce doare insa cel mai tare e faptul ca faceam acest lucru aflandu`ma in deplinatatea facultatilor mintale. Inca nu s`a nascut medicul pentru a diagnostica acest tip de suferinta. Sufletul meu urla in surdina. Cere o protectie superioara, greu de inteles pentru mintile de rand. Si toate astea, de la cine oare ? Cum de la cine ? De la mine , bineinteles! N`am nevoie de nimeni si nimic din exterior. Sunt sigura ca, la finalul luptei, leoaica va triumfa. [as always]

Ne masuram din priviri unul pe altul. Pe masura ce ne apropiem, imi pare tot mai impunator, avand un statut colosal. Ma simt ca o furnica sub bocancul nemilos al unui urias. Se zice ca multii pot fi mutati din loc cu ajutorul mintii. Cum ar fi daca, cu ajutorul mintii mele infantile, l`as putea si eu strivi acest URIAS? Ar fi al dracu` de bine . . .

Pana sa`mi dau eu seama pe ce pozitie ma aflu, EL ma nimiceste; ma tranteste la pamant. Zac intinsa, ca un cadavru viu. Parca`s prinsa intr`o transa. Aud un glas familiar ce ma striga, ma cheama. Acest imbold imi da putere, forta de a ma ridica si de a`i analiza fata LUI bulversata. Nu se astepta sa rezist atacului sau. Mdeah, prostu`, m`a subestimat. Ghinionul lui. Incetul cu incetul, imi recapat curajul in propria`mi fiinta. Un alter ego isi face debutul. De data asta, intrarea are loc „pe usa din fata”. Toti ma admira, ma aclama. Asta da primire`n ring. Asa parca`ti mai vine sa rastorni muntele din loc. Avand un astfel de staff tehnic, am un avans colosal.Iata si pionii de care vorbeam. AS-ul din maneca mi`a fost de mare ajutor in aceasta partida.

„Roata morii se`nvarteste tac-tac-tac ” si in felul asta cel dominat ajunge dominatorul, iar varful piramidal s`a dovedit a fi o simpla bucata inerta de lut.

Lupta se incheie civilizat, fara prea mult tam-tam. Cele 2 minti isi dau seama ca au puteri egale, niciuna din ele neputand`o zdrobi pe cealalta.Cum era de asteptat, EA castiga partida si trece la NIVELUL URMATOR, stagiu in care va intalni un alt el,mai avansat decat cel din partida tocmai castigata.

To Be Continued . . .

nu incerca sa intelegi ceva din ce`am zis caci, pur si simplu, e prea mult pentru mintea ta

[googlevideo=http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-1820347290895141935]

[ video courtesy of Pendulum ]

Quite impressive! So realistic that it's almost creepy.

(via TechEBlog and Hacker News)

]]> http://prinsesamusang.wordpress.com/?p=97 Mon, 11 Aug 2008 02:52:43 +0000 prinsesamusang http://prinsesamusang.wordpress.com/?p=97 This post was inspired by this comment from ysrael:

Now, I know why you are called prisesa musang you are fond of cat. (but musang is a wild cat?)

Some people who blog use pseudonyms instead of their real name for many reasons. It can be to sustain anonymity or just to create this on-line alter-ego. The fact that those who blog and interact through comments do not really have a clue what the real person is like in flesh adds to the mystery and appeal of the activity. One plus factor of blogging is that everybody tends to like everybody else because most times all we get to see is the nice or creative side of that person.

But really, what's in a name? I'd like to pry into your affairs and maybe you could tell me why you are using that particular name to mask your true identity in your domains. Why is 'whatever-name-you-are-using' your name?

To be fair, I'd start off. Actually, Prinsesa Musang was a fusion of my two nicknames. So I did not make them up just for blogging purposes, they really are my nicknames.

Prinsesa was first coined by my man about four or five years ago to remind me that I am his Highness, then people from the university publication also started to call me Prinsesa because they loved teasing me that I was elitista. Of course that was not true, it's just that I have different ways than them and I was fortunate enough to grow up in a very sheltered environment, thanks to Don Domeng and Mother Goose.

Now Musang is another story, a horror story. This came about a year ago when I was the Editor-In-Chief of the university student publication. My editorial board and staff gave me the nickname because they find me as wild and as mad as a wild cat, which what Musang is in English, each time we'd be working and beating deadlines. I drive them crazy and shaking in fear of my anger when the work gets behind time or when something I want done was not accomplished on time. You can say I was very much like Anne Hathaway's boss in the movie The Devil Wears Prada. I value dedication, commitment, and excellence in my work that's why I accepted no excuse for not meeting those qualities.

When I was about to start a blog, it was hard to choose which one to use, plus I like them both so I decided to put them together, and so Prinsesa Musang or PM came to be born.

I'm getting there. Slowly. I'm completely slacking on keeping updates here though! My alter-ego project is shrivelling, look at it! I make no promises. My alter-ego is organized and motivated, but I'm a slacker. Oh God am I a slacker.

Ferien er over for denne sommeren, men med en liten hagegnom i hjertet er det enkelt å henfalle til svermerier over en sommer som (som ofte) har handlet mye om hagedvergenes hjemland.

Sommeren er heldigvis ikke helt over ennå, da!