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Taco Palmer
Mit Klima Kohle machen
Wie Du als Klima-Aktivist*in Geld verdienen kannst
- Self-Help
- German
- 10300 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 41
Dieser Ratgeber richtet sich an Menschen, die sich das Thema Klima und Zukunft auf den Leib geschrieben haben, aber mehr wollen, als nur Parolen verkünden oder im Strom der Demonstranten mitschwimmen, junge Persönlichkeiten also, die sich auch mit beruflichen Zukunftsplänen für einen klimafreundlichen Planeten einsetzen. Sie haben das Globale im Sinn, sehen sich dabei selber als wirkungsvolle/n Mitgestalter/in.
Als Paradebeispiel wird das Phänomen »Greta« und die mit ihr in Zusammenhang stehenden Aktivitäten zugrunde gelegt, denn das junge Mädchen wurde in Lichtgeschwindigkeit zu einer Marke aufgebaut. Die Klaviatur des Marketing und der Public Relations wurde meisterhaft bespielt und daraus können wir lernen.
Ingmar Rentzhog, der Entdecker von Greta Thunberg und Mit-Gründer der Aktiengesellschaft »We don‘t have time«, meint, »Klimawandel und Geld verdienen schließen sich nicht aus«. Nach dieser Devise nahm der »Entdecker« für den Börsengang seiner Gesellschaft in kurzer Zeit 23 Millionen schwedische Kronen (ca. 2,2 Mio Euro) von mehr als 500 Investoren aus 16 Ländern ein. Mit den Urheber- und Copyrechten an den Greta-Bildern und -Filmen, zum Beispiel von der Atlantik-Segelfahrt oder Gretas Bahnfahrt (sitzend) und und ... erhöhen sich die Einnahmen kontinuierlich. Der Antrag der Marken-Anmeldung "fridays for future" soll dann auch in anderen Bereichen Gewinne ermöglichen.
Was bei den Großen läuft, kann auch bei Dir klappen!
Allerdings in etwas kleinerem Stil. An die Global-Player kommen wir nicht heran, aber Du kannst mit diesem Ratgeber es den "Großen" gleichtun, nur eben im Miniformat. Das PR- und Marketing-Rezept ist bewährt und auch auf Deinen Erfolg anwendbar. Das Buch »Mit Klima Kohle machen« für Klima-AktivistInnen gibt Anregungen, um Dich als »Spitzialist« zu profilieren und Anleitungen, um dann ein Geschäft anzukurbeln. [more]
Keywords: Klima, Klimawandel, CO2, Geschäft mit Klima, fridays for future
€6.99
Rittik Chandra
The Circumstances of Life
- Self-Help
- English
- 2659 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 247
- 1
It is not the circumstances of life that trouble or weigh upon us, it is the way we take them. If a man is playing a difficult game of chess, the more intricate the moves the more thoughtfully he looks over his own and his opponent's men, and the more fully he is aroused to make the right move toward a checkmate. If, when the game became difficult, the player stopped to be depressed and disheartened, his opponent would probably always checkmate him; whereas, in most cases, the more difficult the game the more thoroughly the players are aroused to do their best, and a difficult game is invariably a good one,—the winner and the loser both feel it to be so,—even though the loser may regret his loss. But—the reader will say—a game of chess is a game only,—neither one's bread and butter nor one's life depend upon winning or losing it. If, however, we need to be cool and quiet and trustful for a game, which is merely an amusement, and if we play the game better for being cool and quiet and trustful, why is not a quiet steadiness in wrestling with the circumstances of life itself just as necessary, not only that we may meet the particular problem of the moment truly, but that we may gain all the experience which may be helpful in meeting other difficult circumstances as they present themselves.
So must we yield our selfish resistances and be ready to accept every opportunity for growth that circumstances offer; and, at the same time, when the good result is gained, throw off the impression of the pain of the process entirely and forever. Thus may we both live and observe for our own good and that of others; and he who is practising this principle in his daily life can say from his heart:—"Now shall my head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me." [more]
Keywords: Life, Circumstances, opportunity, growth, meditation
$4.99
Markus Stubbig
Practical OPNsense
Building Enterprise Firewalls with Open Source
- Computers
- English
- 64675 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 256
Simple packet filters are becoming a thing of the past. Even the open-source domain is moving towards Next-Generation Firewalls. OPNsense is a top player when it comes to intrusion detection, application control, web filtering, and Antivirus.No network is too insignificant to be spared by an attacker. Even home networks, washing machines, and smartwatches are under threat and require a secure environment.Firewalls are a component of the security concept. They protect against known and emerging threats to computers and networks. A firewall offers the highest level of protection if its functions are known, its operation is simple, and it is ideally positioned in the surrounding infrastructure.OPNsense accepts the challenge and meets these criteria in a number of ways. This book is the ideal companion for understanding, installing, and setting up an OPNsense firewall.Each chapter explains a real-world situation, describes the theoretical fundamentals, and presents a lab experiment for better understanding. Finally, it offers a solution using OPNsense methods and knowledge with a technical standpoint.The chapters are mostly independent of each other, however, they do increase in competency level. The topics covered are appropriate for beginners and professionals.
Major topics include:
- Installation of OPNsense on physical hardware, VMware or VirtualBox- Initial setup- Updates and configuration- IPv6 - Transparent firewall- Address translation (NAT)- Management interface- IPsec and OpenVPN- Web Proxy- Authentication- Multi-WAN- Intrusion Detection- High Availability- API- Performance Tuning [more]
Keywords: Firewall, IPv6, VPN, Proxy, IDS, 4th edition
€14.99
Jessica Jenas
Susan
Von der Geliebten zur Sex-Sklavin
- Erotic
- German
- 9377 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 23
- 1
Caro – Der Verdacht
Thomas und ich sind jetzt schon eine ganze Weile verheiratet. Wir lebten bis vor kurzem in Wiesbaden in meinem Haus, das ich aus einer Scheidung mit meinem ersten Mann geerbt hatte. Seit einiger Zeit arbeitet Thomas jedoch bei Fiverr.com in New York an einem Projekt, das auf ca. 6 Monate befristet ist.
Am Anfang war ich mir nicht so recht im Klaren über Thomas gewesen, eigentlich war er gar nicht mein Typ. Ich stand vorher immer auf dunkelhaarige, große und athletisch gebaute Männer. Thomas war aber blond und nur wenige Zentimeter größer als ich. Dafür stimmte die Athletik, er war muskulös, mit breitem Kreuz und einem ausgeprägten Sixpack.
Aber er hat auch eine lebhafte Historie mit Frauen. Er war ein Player, wie man sagt, und hatte bislang seine Freundinnen gewechselt, wie diese ihre Höschen. Aber die Art und Weise, wie er sich um mich bemüht hatte, machte uns schließlich zu Freunden. Erst einmal. Wir hatten tiefe und anregende Gespräche und daher glaubte ich, dass wir doch zueinander passen könnten.
Freunde hatten mich gewarnt vor ihm, er sei ein unverbesserlicher Frauenheld und könne einfach nicht treu sein.
Er war scharf auf mich, und mehr als das. Aber ich war immer noch vorsichtig. Er schickte mir Blumen, rief an und sendete nette Whatsapp Botschaften. Jeden Tag sagte er mir, wie schön ich sei, wie sehr er mich vermissen würde, und wie sehr er mich lieben würde
Also es kam, wie es kommen musste, und nun sind wir ein Paar. Nach 6 Monaten haben wir auch geheiratet.
Er war es auch, der mich nach und nach wieder dazu brachte, den Sex mit einem Mann richtig genießen zu können. Es fühlte sich gut und richtig an, wenn wir miteinander schliefen. Er liebte meinen Körper, jeden Quadratzentimeter davon. Er hatte ein oder zwei Vorlieben und Fantasien beim Sex, die mir etwas exotisch erschienen, aber er drängte mich nie zu etwas, was ich nicht wollte. Gleichzeitig aber führte er unser Liebesleben zu Höhen, die ich bislang mit einem Mann noch nicht erlebt hatte. [more]
Keywords: Erotik, Sex, Sex zu dritt, Fesselspiele, Augenbinde
€0.99
Atanas Marinov, Atanas Marinov
The Wars of Zegandaria
The Planet Zegandaria
- Fiction
- English
- 110136 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 71
In the very distant future, a fierce war is being fought between two super-city-states, Ensarian and Imgradon, on the planet Zegandaria over the resources zegandarian kevlarite and interon fuel. The two camps begin the clash lightly as a joke with good intentions much like children, but from a minor dispute and local conflict, it quickly grows and spreads to the entire planet, and later even reaches universal proportions. Many other distant planets such as Sebur Nag and Osonia are also involved. Gradually, all the racial, moral and religious faults in the views of the inhabitants of the planet become apparent, who for some unknown reason cannot coexist. Two brave teams of adventurers race against time in their attempt to stop or at least reduce the hostilities and the never-ending fire of hatred to be extinguished.
All too soon it becomes clear that the further humanity's technological advances have gone, the further behind concepts like friendship and love have been left. Even newborns are implanted with memories selectively, according to what their parents want them to be.
But somewhere deep in the bowels of the planet lurks a third player. He seems almost invisible, but he largely determines the end and the denouement of the whole Armageddon. Little Princess Mieru is also the main villain's doom.
There's no time to waste, and every feeling is all too fleeting - mostly until some random plasma blast blows your skull off. And danger lurks around every corner.
Mark, Sasia, Father, Rat, Grandpa Jack, Sam Wallace, Russell, Durnyam, Mieru, Ennio Hammer, Sergeant Zorin, Rodrigo, Duolors, Becky, Meior, Hilda, Kenji, Neola, Kier Zoh and others represent the various characters and perspectives on the whole changed reality. None of them are wholly good or bad, and sometimes they get to make some pretty weird decisions.
And, of course, there's the redemption moment at the end. The dirty secrets of labor colony 206 and the evil dictator Acustro, who has imprisoned the greatest scientific luminaries on the planet, become the basis for a new beginning. Because maybe everyone's been a little guilty of everything that's been going on.
And the ending is slightly unexpected. Only the most moral survive, and those who have followed their destined path all along. And the culprits are punished! And yet some of them may be forgiven! After the fact! [more]
Keywords: war, conflict, super-city-states, technology, resources, Armageddon, villain, doom, survive, hostility, humanity, extinction, adventurers
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Patrick30
Lost in Glasgow
- Biography & Autobiography
- English
- 1 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 272
- 3
True story
This happened to me one day back in 1970
Being a football fan (Celtic) in Scotland it was
Regular evry
Saturday to go to games home
And a way we would meet up in the pub waiting for the hired bus to take us to the
game all decked out in our football colours
(green and white) we would have a few drinks
Beer whisky talk about the teams about things
Up and coming things we had done the week before usual patter this particular Saturday was the old firm Darby rangers v Celtic at ibrox park Glasgow always tickets for these
Games now and getting a ticket was hard to
Get but we always managed to get one so to get back to the pub! At this stage we were sort
Outcasts at the time we had all been members
Of our local supporters club but things had not
Been good with some of us there was no drinking ban on the buses at that time and we
Were young so we would bring carry outs onto the bus and you can imagine it stop the bus
We need a piss this did not go down to well
With the older ones on the bus especially when it happened three or four times on route
To the games there would be arguments sometimes a wee fight would break out (ah great days!!!) there was a meeting called in the church hall and a few of the lads decided
To go on threr own me being one of them
Which meant we would have to hire our own
Bus we were then known as the rebel bus the
Name stuck to us and I suppose we were a bit
Rebelious at the time we got into a lot of a troublefew of us would get lifted by the police now and again barred from a few pubs
Fights were regular in them days they say that
The drink was the cause of most trouble not
True hatred was the trouble still is to this day
Catholic and prodesants that is the cause
Anyway to get back to that Saturday the old firm game we had hired a mini bus a firm in a place called kilsyth not far away from us in my home town Denny get this the firm from kisyth
Had bought some mini buses from a mental
Hospital in larbert near falkirk well known
Hospital so that was that we would get the
People in the pubs saying bus from nutters
For nutters took a lot of stick we did but we did not care as long as we got to the game so when the mini bus turned up to take us to the game we could not believe it all green twenty
Seater all wooden seats hard as well they were all out the pubs to see the nutters mini bus so of we go after a bit of stick about the
Bus nearly a fight broke out every one in the mini bus had a carry out the singing started
Two miles up the road stopped the bus pub
For a pint or two meet some other fans usual
Thing (alesters bar denloanhead) then back onto the bus by this time we were well on as you say with the drink none of the fans in the mini bus were paying no attention me included
To where we were going the singing the drinking was going great guns sweeps for the
Game pick a player to score the first goal out
Of the hat can't do that now a days numbers
Are all over the place one to a hundred back
Then in my day it was one to elven and you would put the ref in as well many a sweep I won great stuff So there we are going along
The road not noticing anything wrong to be honest about it we were all pissed anyway
Then one of the lads said there are a lot of
Rangers supporters going about here so the usual thing was you would start giving them the fingers roaring abuse at them but it just dawned on me there was no Celtic supporters
To be see anywhere we were in the heart of govern apache country ( rangers supporters
Evreywhere). Next thing the bus was caught
In the traffic the Huns ( rangers suporters)
Were all around us the mini bus was covered
In spittings you could not see out the windows
Next thing bottles cans bricks being thrown at
The bus we were lucky no windows were broken the traffic would move on then stop again the bus took a hammering the rangers
Supporters were trying to get in the door at the
Front and drivers side I remember putting my back to the boor the force of the door being
Banged was awful this went on for ages it did sober me up I can tell you bus moved on again the rangers fans were running after us
We got caught in traffic again rangers fans
Were on us again on the roof battering windows and doors driver was going nuts
He was shitting him self he even left his seat
Get back in that fucking seat you stupid bastard next thing police turned up I was never
So glad to see the police in my life rangers
Supported still throwing bottles at the bus police had to send for more polce that was
Bad we were stopped in the middle of the
Road bus being battered even the police were
In trouble I remember saying to one of my pals don't you open that fucking door took ages for the police to get it sorted out When they did I can remember police officer talking
To our driver who by the way was a rangers supporter why did you bring this bus of Celtic supporters into this area did you not know this
Was rangers territory. Don't know what the driver said he was shitting it so we got escorted by the police to ibrox park boy it was
Some experience I would not like to go through that again and the game was a cracker Celtic won one Nile Joe Craig what
A goal what a day tell you this that driver
Was very lucky he did not get hammering
Back in the pub when I told the story people
Could not believe it and the nutter bus well
Took more stick about that as well
I have been away from scotland twenty odd
Years but they still talk about it yet
There are more stories to come [more]
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sumani ibbott
A Rich Girl
A Paid Girl
- Romance
- English
- 1 Words
- Ages 8 and up
- 1226
- 4
“Definitely not your fault,” I shook my head. “When, where, who and why?”
“Tomorrow night at seven at my uncle’s estate. Family reunion. Sexual orientation will be questioned again if I fail to come
“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
“Definitely not your fault,” I shook my head. “When, where, who and why?”
“Tomorrow night at seven at my uncle’s estate. Family reunion. Sexual orientation he asked hopefully, large chocolate brown eyes pleading with me. will be questioned again if I fail to come without a date,” Scott had a pained expression on his face. “I’ll pick you up at your dorm.
I tried not to laugh. I was two years older than Scott who, by the way, was not gay. He was just too shy to actually talk to girls and I was the only exception because he’d seen me as a business deal in the beginning. He was one of the few that actually stuck around to become friends with me.
“Aw, Scottie,” I gushed, ruffling his hair and earning myself a flat look. “You know I’ll do anything for you baby,” I cooed, making him go red. He was so adorable; if he wasn’t too good for me, I’d keep him and screw the money.
“Thanks, Shawna,” he muttered, whirling around and walking away with his hands jammed into his jeans. Like I said: adorable.
But the next moment I sighed, feeling the familiar tears prick my eyes. Sometimes I really hated myself.
I knew exactly how tomorrow would play out: when I got back to my dorm after classes I’d cram in some information into my brain before starting to get ready at five. I’d choose something pretty and flattering, but not too flashy; Scott had a decent family. I’d put on some make-up, pin up my hair, but I’d ditch the heels, I mused. Scott and I were nearly the same height and it would look awkward if I towered over him. In my mind, I picked out the flats that would go with the sheeny purple dress.
Then Scott would arrive at six, probably with an exotic flower he never forgot to bring me. We’d laugh and talk in his car, with Scott getting steadily more nervous the closer we got to his family, despite the fact that we’d both done the process before.
He’d walk me in, be greeted by an overwhelming number of relatives before they’d play Noah’s Ark and each of them greet, squeeze and kiss us two by two. Scott would probably get patted on the head more than once during dinner while his thrice-removed cousins would openly hit on him. Maybe we’d share a laugh over it.
I’d be sweet and charming, the adorable girl that the mothers wanted for a daughter-in-law and that fathers wanted to control their sons. Then, after more promises to visit soon that neither of us meant unless it could be humanly avoided, we’d leave and Scott would pay me.
I sighed again, blinking fast. This was so humiliating, but it paid well. And the benefits were always amazing – dinner or some prestigious event with incessant male attention nearly every evening and at every holiday. I just wished the attention wasn’t fake. That the kisses were real. That the arm around my waist would send thrills down my spine and the secretive smiles we exchanged meant more than I can’t wait till this is over.
Looking around I realized that I was alone in the enormous auditorium. I walked outside past the bulletin boards advertising used textbooks, a good time, job applications, more good times with less than good girls, and of course, there was his name.
I shook my head, not even bothering to come up and read all the comments underneath it. Adam Ferrell’s name was covered in hearts, lipsticked kisses, and I could only imagine the things written underneath it, having read several of these posts before. His name and picture were all over the school.
So delicious.
Sexy!!
Mouth-watering.
I jizzed my pants when I saw his name.
I know, right??
Lookin’ good, babe!
And then there was my personal favourite, Oh my god Adam, PLEASE EAT ME!
It stopped being funny after I tried finding a spot to put up Wildlife Fund posters and got them torn down because it covered his name. Now I had a personal vendetta against the guy. But honest to hell, there was no bare spot in this school that hadn’t been Adamized.
He was treated like a god. And he wasn’t even a celebrity or anything, just really good at sports with a really good body and a really sexy face. The infuriating thing was that he was a jerk, player and a heart-breaker.
I’d had the misfortune to run into him once. Literally. After making a humiliating comment about controlling myself in public around him, he’d shouldered past me and said loudly, “Sorry, babe, but you just don’t do it for me.”
Scowling at the memory and altogether feeling downright awful, I leaned back and karate-kicked the swinging door open.
I hit someone in the face.
“OW! Joseph, Mary, and sweet baby Jesus!” someone said in a muffled voice. They sounded furious. i had squeezed my eyes shut when I’d kicked, and now I kept them that way.
I heard footsteps approach and then a dangerously low voice sounded from right in front of me. “Look at me, dammit!”
I cracked a single eye open and then closed it again. “Oh, dear God.”
“Normally I’d ask what you wanted, but this isn’t normal,” Adam Ferrell bit out. He had a bruise forming underneath his left eye. It made his landscaped sculpted face look even more dangerous and hot, but I wasn’t all that happy to claim responsibility for his face modification.
“Whoops,” I said neutrally, staring at him like an idiot.
“Whoops?” he repeated, livid. “Do you know who I am?”
I levelled my gaze at him, not sorry anymore. “Nope.”
He looked at me in disbelief. “Are you a transfer student?”
Figured he wouldn’t remember. “Yep,” I nodded, playing dumb. “Where is toilet?”
But something was dawning on his expression and he pulled his phone out to check. He looked up and down from my face to his screen several times. His gaze hardened.
“Is this you?” he thrust his screen into my eyes. I found myself looking at the picture Joel had taken a couple hours ago.
“No,” I lied, enjoying his incensed expression. I never knew he had anger management issues, but boy did Adam need to calm down. I guess smashing the door on him hadn’t helped, but that was an honest mistake. Anyone could’ve done it.
Right, I told myself sarcastically. Because people walk around karate-kicking doors open.
“Yes it is you,” he persisted stubbornly.
“Fine,” I shrugged, “Your boyfriend cheated on you. Beat him up, not me.”
Adam closed his eyes for a moment and I heard him counting under his breath. I smirked and he caught it when his eyes flew open.
“Excuse me,” he began again, “But are you Shawna Roberts?” he asked me in an impressive attempt at politeness.
I narrowed my eyes. Oh, hell no. “Depends on what you want from her.”
For the first time that Adam and I had – well, not talked – I saw him smile and I finally understood the reason that so many girls were jumping off bridges for this guy
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