Olga

Portes du Soleil- οπου κανι να μεινεις (Le Gets, Morzine, Avoriaz) με παιδια καλα ειναι. το τελευταιο ειναι και car free

Η καλύτερη και πιο σίγουρη ετήσια κάρτα χιονοδρομίας (κλεμενο απο τον Γιωργο Κλαουδατο) αυτη ειναι η μοναδικη ετησια καρτα που θα αγορασω φετος

αυτο ελπιζω και εγω Χρηστο! να δω στη σωστη θεση τον ανθρωπο που μόχθησε τοσα χρονια για να βελτιώσει τη λειτουργια του κεντρου και ηταν παρων στην ολη διαδικασία αναβάθμισης και εκσυγχρονισμού των αναβατήρων. Δεν το διανοούμαι να κοψει κανας άλλος κορδέλες στα εγκαίνια

εχουν φτασει στα αφτια μου διάφορα δυσάρεστα που αφορούν την διοίκηση του ΧΚΠ. Ελπιζω να μην είναι αλήθεια, περιμενουμε ενημέρωση από τον κ. Δριβα

συναντηθηκαμε στo φεστιβαλ ταινιων βουβου της Grenoble με τον καλυτερο δασκαλο του Serre Che

ναι, το ξερω. αυτο την κανει ακομα πιο ξεχωριστη

facebook

να μια καλη προσφορα και απο το Βελουχι

στο περιπτερο καλο θα ηταν να διαφημιστει ο συλλογος και μονο

Είναι η χριστουγεννιάτικη διαφήμιση των «Sainsbury» η καλύτερη ever; 13.11.2014 http://youtube.com/watch?v=NWF2JBb1bvM Την ώρα που η διαφήμιση του Jumbo καταντά ενοχλητική, τόσο που δεν μπορείς να ξεκολλήσεις το βλέμμα σου από την τηλεόραση ή να αλλάξεις σταθμό στο ραδιόφωνο, ενώ ο στίχος «τα τζάμπο δεν ξεχνώ» κολλάει στο μυαλό σου σαν βδέλλα για ώρες ολόκληρες (οπότε πετυχαίνει τον σκοπό της), την ώρα που η διαφήμιση των καταστημάτων «John Lewis» γίνεται share ακόμα και από τον τελευταίο χρήστη του facebook στην κάθε άκρη της γης, άλλη μια χριστουγεννιάτικη διαφήμιση κάνει την εμφάνισή της στο internet και γίνεται viral σε χρόνο dt. Ανέκαθεν, οι χριστουγεννιάτικες διαφημίσεις των καταστημάτων «Sainsbury» στη Μεγάλη Βρετανία ήταν πολύ συγκινητικές ενώ πάντοτε προκαλούν πολλά σχόλια. Κάτι τέτοιο συμβαίνει και φέτος, όπου μεγάλο μέρος του κοινού την αποθεώνει! Η υπόθεση; Είμαστε στο 1914, Βρετανοί και Γερμανοί βρίσκονται σε πόλεμο… μέχρι την ημέρα των Χριστουγέννων. Ξαφνικά, αφήνουν για λίγο τα όπλα και λύνουν τις διαφορές τους σε έναν αγώνα ποδοσφαίρου! Πηγη: http://city.sigmaliv...i-kalyteri-ever

1. This is the Earth! This is where you live. NASA Goddard Space Flight Center Image / Via visibleearth.nasa.gov 2. And this is where you live in your neighborhood, the solar system. Via foxnews.com 3. Here’s the distance, to scale, between the Earth and the moon. Doesn’t look too far, does it? 4. THINK AGAIN. Inside that distance you can fit every planet in our solar system, nice and neatly. PerplexingPotato / Via reddit.com 5. But let’s talk about planets. That little green smudge is North America on Jupiter. NASA / John Brady / Via astronomycentral.co.uk 6. And here’s the size of Earth (well, six Earths) compared with Saturn: NASA / John Brady / Via astronomycentral.co.uk 7. And just for good measure, here’s what Saturn’s rings would look like if they were around Earth: Ron Miller / Via io9.com 8. This right here is a comet. We just landed a probe on one of those bad boys. Here’s what one looks like compared with Los Angeles: Matt Wang / Via mentalfloss.com 9. But that’s nothing compared to our sun. Just remember: Via Twitter: @maiwandafghani 10. Here’s you from the moon: NASA 11. Here’s you from Mars: NASA 12. Here’s you from just behind Saturn’s rings: NASA 13. And here’s you from just beyond Neptune, 4 billion miles away. NASA To paraphrase Carl Sagan, everyone and everything you have ever known exists on that little speck. 14. Let’s step back a bit. Here’s the size of Earth compared with the size of our sun. Terrifying, right? John Brady / Via astronomycentral.co.uk The sun doesn’t even fit in the image. 15. And here’s that same Sun from the surface of Mars: NASA 16. But that’s nothing. Again, as Carl once mused, there are more stars in space than there are grains of sand on every beach on Earth: Via science.nationalgeographic.com 17. Which means that there are ones much, much bigger than little wimpy sun. Just look at how tiny and insignificant our sun is: Via en.wikipedia.org Our sun probably gets its lunch money stolen. 18. Here’s another look. The biggest star, VY Canis Majoris, is 1,000,000,000 times bigger than our sun: Via ……… 19. But none of those compares to the size of a galaxy. In fact, if you shrunk the Sun down to the size of a white blood cell and shrunk the Milky Way Galaxy down using the same scale, the Milky Way would be the size of the United States: Via reddit.com 20. That’s because the Milky Way Galaxy is huge. This is where you live inside there: Via teecraze.com 21. But this is all you ever see: Via Twitter: @lucybrockle (That’s not a picture of the Milky Way, but you get the idea.) 22. But even our galaxy is a little runt compared with some others. Here’s the Milky Way compared to IC 1011, 350 million light years away from Earth: Via Twitter: @smokeinpublic Just THINK about all that could be inside there. 23. But let’s think bigger. In JUST this picture taken by the Hubble telescope, there are thousands and thousands of galaxies, each containing millions of stars, each with their own planets. Via hubblesite.org 24. Here’s one of the galaxies pictured, UDF 423. This galaxy is 10 BILLION light years away. When you look at this picture, you are looking billions of years into the past. Via wikisky.org Some of the other galaxies are thought to have formed only a few hundred million years AFTER the Big Bang. 25. And just keep this in mind — that’s a picture of a very small, small part of the universe. It’s just an insignificant fraction of the night sky. Via thetoc.gr 26. And, you know, it’s pretty safe to assume that there are some black holes out there. Here’s the size of a black hole compared with Earth’s orbit, just to terrify you: D. Benningfield/K. Gebhardt/StarDate / Via mcdonaldobservatory.org So if you’re ever feeling upset about your favorite show being canceled or the fact that they play Christmas music way too early — just remember… This is your home. By Andrew Z. Colvin (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (creativecommons.org) or GFDL (gnu.org)], via Wikimedia Commons This is what happens when you zoom out from your home to your solar system. And this is what happens when you zoom out farther… By Andrew Z. Colvin (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (creativecommons.org) or GFDL (gnu.org)], via Wikimedia Commons And farther… By Andrew Z. Colvin (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (creativecommons.org) or GFDL (gnu.org)], via Wikimedia Commons Keep going… By Andrew Z. Colvin (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (creativecommons.org) or GFDL (gnu.org)], via Wikimedia Commons Just a little bit farther… By Andrew Z. Colvin (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (creativecommons.org) or GFDL (gnu.org)], via Wikimedia Commons Almost there… By Andrew Z. Colvin (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (creativecommons.org) or GFDL (gnu.org)], via Wikimedia Commons And here it is. Here’s everything in the observable universe, and here’s your place in it. Just a tiny little ant in a giant jar. By Andrew Z. Colvin (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (creativecommons.org) or GFDL (gnu.org)], via Wikimedia Commons Oh man.

στην Αμερικη υπαρχουν πολλα χωρις τη μπαρα ασφαλειας

μετα απο 8 μερες σε αυτο το χιονοδρομικο μονο τσιταρισμενη δεν ειμαι το διακωμωδω απο την αρχη το θεμα

ειμαστε off topic, συγνωμη Χρηστο μου. αν μπορεις μετεφερε τα ποστ στο τοπικ ''με τους σκυλους'', δεν εχω δικαιωματα admin

πολλα μπραβο Γιωργο! και εγω το χρησιμοποιώ ολο το χρονο το μαγιο μου αλλα στο κολυμβητήριο (ανοιχτο είναι αλλα και παλι δεν είναι το ιδιο με τη θάλασσα)

συγγνώμη Προεδρε, δεν ειχα στο μυαλο καμια καζουρα. Βασικα είναι η 3η φορα που επισκέπτομαι το μερος με τους σκυλους, με πρώτη πριν απο 11 χρονια και την δευτερη το καλοκαιρι του 2010 όταν εμεινα ένα μηνα στο Val d’Isere

ακριβως!

Ι Took the Dalai Lama to a Ski Resort and He Told Me the Meaning of Life What I learned in the slush with His Holiness. By Douglas Preston The Dalai Lama on a chairlift in the mountains of New Mexico, April 1991. Photo courtesy Bob Shaw In the mid ’80s, I was living in Santa Fe, N.M., making a shabby living writing magazine articles, when a peculiar assignment came my way. I had become friendly with a group of Tibetan exiles who lived in a compound on Canyon Road, where they ran a business selling Tibetan rugs, jewelry, and religious items. The Tibetans had settled in Santa Fe because its mountains, adobe buildings, and high-altitude environment reminded them of home. The founder of the Tibetan community was a man named Paljor Thondup. Thondup had escaped the Chinese invasion of Tibet as a kid, crossing the Himalayas with his family in an epic, multiyear journey by yak and horseback. Thondup made it to Nepal and from there to India, where he enrolled in a school in the southeastern city of Pondicherry with other Tibetan refugees. One day, the Dalai Lama visited his class. Many years later, in Dharamsala, India, Thondup talked his way into a private audience with the Dalai Lama, who told Thondup that he had never forgotten the bright teenager in the back of the Pondicherry classroom, waving his hand and answering every question, while the other students sat dumbstruck with awe. They established a connection. And Thondup eventually made his way to Santa Fe. The Dalai Lama received the Nobel Peace Prize in 1989. Thondup, who had heard that he was planning a tour of the United States, invited him to visit Santa Fe. The Dalai Lama accepted and said he would be happy to come for a week. At the time, he wasn’t the international celebrity he is today. He traveled with only a half-dozen monks, most of whom spoke no English. He had no handlers, advance men, interpreters, press people, or travel coordinators. Nor did he have any money. As the date of the visit approached, Thondup went into a panic. He had no money to pay for the visit and no idea how to organize it. He called the only person he knew in government, a young man named James Rutherford, who ran the governor’s art gallery in the state capitol building. Rutherford was not exactly a power broker in the state of New Mexico, but he had a rare gift for organization. He undertook to arrange the Dalai Lama’s visit. "If the Dalai Lama wants to go to the ski basin, we go to the ski basin." James Rutherford Rutherford began making phone calls. He borrowed a stretch limousine from a wealthy art dealer, and he asked his brother, Rusty, to drive it. He persuaded the proprietors of Rancho Encantado, a luxury resort outside Santa Fe, to provide the Dalai Lama and his monks with free food and lodging. He called the state police and arranged for a security detail. Among the many phone calls Rutherford made, one was to me. He asked me to act as the Dalai Lama’s press secretary. I explained to Rutherford that he had the wrong person, that I had no experience in that line, and that it would surely be a disaster. Rutherford said that he didn’t have time to argue. The Dalai Lama, he explained, was a person who would stop and talk to anyone who asked him a question. He treated all people the same, from the president of the United States to a bum on the street, giving every person his full time and attention. Someone had to manage the press and keep the Dalai Lama from being buttonholed. And that person was going to be me. I desperately needed the money, and so I agreed. As Rutherford was about to ring off, I asked how much I’d be paid. He was incredulous and told me he was saddened by my avarice. How could I even think about being paid for the privilege of spending a week with His Holiness? On the contrary, the volunteers were expected to give, not get. He had the pledge sheet right in front of him; how much could he put me down for? I pledged $50. The Dalai Lama arrived in Santa Fe on April 1, 1991. I was by his side every day from 6 a.m. until late in the evening. Traveling with him was an adventure. He was cheerful and full of enthusiasm—making quips, laughing, asking questions, rubbing his shaved head, and joking about his bad English. He did in fact stop and talk to anyone, no matter how many people were trying to rush him to his next appointment. When he spoke to you, it was as if he shut out the rest of the world to focus his entire sympathy, attention, care, and interest on you. He rose every morning at 3:30 a.m. and meditated for several hours. While he normally went to bed early, in Santa Fe he had to attend dinners most evenings until late. As a result, every day after lunch we took him back to Rancho Encantado for a nap. The press converged from several states to cover the story, which was far bigger than we anticipated. There were scores of reporters and television crews. I had no idea what I was doing. During the course of the week, many people were angry with me and one fellow called me a “fucking idiot.” But I muddled through. The Dalai Lama met politicians, movie stars, New Age gurus, billionaires, and Pueblo Indian leaders. On the penultimate day of his visit, the Dalai Lama had lunch with Jeff Bingaman and Pete Domenici, the senators from New Mexico, and Bruce King, the state’s governor. During the luncheon, someone mentioned that Santa Fe had a ski area. The Dalai Lama seized on this news and began asking questions about skiing—how it was done, if it was difficult, who did it, how fast they went, how did they keep from falling down. After lunch, the press corps dispersed. Nothing usually happened when the Dalai Lama and his monks retired to Rancho Encantado for their afternoon nap. But this time something did happen. Halfway to the hotel, the Dalai Lama’s limo pulled to the side of the road. I was following behind the limo in Thondup’s car, and so we pulled over, too. The Dalai Lama got out of the back of the limo and into the front seat. We could see him speaking animatedly with Rusty, the driver. A moment later Rusty got out of the limo and came over to us with a worried expression on his face. He leaned in the window. “The Dalai Lama says he isn’t tired and wants to go into the mountains to see skiing. What should I do?” “If the Dalai Lama wants to go to the ski basin,” Rutherford said, “We go to the ski basin.” The limo made a U-turn, and we all drove back through town and headed into the mountains. Forty minutes later we found ourselves at the ski basin. It was the tail end of the ski season but the mountain was still open. We pulled up below the main lodge. The monks piled out of the limo. “Wait here while I get somebody,” Rutherford said. He disappeared in the direction of the lodge and returned five minutes later with Benny Abruzzo, whose family owned the ski area. Abruzzo was astonished to find the Dalai Lama and his monks milling about in the snow, dressed only in their robes. It was a splendid April day, perfect for spring skiing—the temperature in the upper 50s, the slopes crowded, the snow of the kind skiers call “mashed potatoes.” The Dalai Lama and his monks looked around with keen interest at the activity, the humming lifts, the skiers coming and going, and the slopes rising into blue sky. “Can we go up mountain?” the Dalai Lama asked Rutherford. Rutherford turned to Abruzzo. “The Dalai Lama wants to go up the mountain.” “You mean, ride the lift? Dressed like that?” “Well, can he do it?” “I suppose so. Just him, or …?” Abruzzo nodded at the other monks. “Everyone,” Rutherford said. “Let’s all go to the top.” Abruzzo spoke to the operator of the quad chair. Then he shooed back the line of skiers to make way for us, and opened the ropes. A hundred skiers stared in disbelief as the four monks, in a tight group, gripping each other’s arms and taking tiny steps, came forward. Underneath their maroon and saffron robes the Dalai Lama and his monks all wore the same footwear: Oxford wingtip shoes. Wingtips are terrible in the snow. The monks were slipping and sliding and I was sure that one would fall and bring down the rest. We made it to the lift without spilling, and the operator stopped the machine, one row of chairs at a time, to allow everyone to sit down in groups of four. I ended up sitting next to the Dalai Lama, with Thondup to my left. The Dalai Lama turned to me. “When I come to your town,” he said, “I see big mountains all around. Beautiful mountains. And so all week I want to go to mountains.” The Dalai Lama had a vigorous way of speaking, in which he emphasized certain words. “And I hear much about this sport, skiing. I never see skiing before.” “You’ll see skiing right below us as we ride up,” I said. “Good! Good!” Πηγη: http://www.slate.com...ng_of_life.html

ειναι κουκλες!

εγω απο τους -12C που ειχε στον παγετωνα του Tignes, ηρθα Αθηνα και νομιζω οτι εχουμε καλοκαιρι...πηγα κολυμβητηριο

εχει συναντηση μεθαυριο 19/11?

και η επίσημη σελιδα του ΑΑFF http://adventurefilmfestival.gr/index.php

θα βαλω μολις ξεφορτωσω την φωτογραφικη. εμεις μεναμε πανω στο Val Claret (ακους Βασιλη?) αλλα στο Tignes Le Lac κατεβαιναμε καθε μερα. εκανα και τις προπονησεις μου εκει στα 2100m και με -12C

η κατασκευη δεξαμενης νερου ειναι στο προγραμμα επομενης φασης απ'οσο θυμαμαι

ειχα την τυχη να βρεθώ χθες με την οργανωτική ομάδα του Athens Adventure Film Festival στη Grenoble της Γαλλίας (ειμαστε στο Tignes για σκι και αφιερωσαμε μια μερα να ταξιδεψουμε στη Grenoble), σ' ένα από τα παλαιότερα και μεγαλύτερα Φεστιβάλ ταινιών αθλημάτων περιπέτειας στην Ευρώπη (Rencontres du Cinéma de montagne de Grenoble). Το Φεστιβάλ αυτό αποτελεί πηγή έμπνευσης και προτύπου στη μεγάλη προσπάθεια υλοποίησης του αντίστοιχου Ελληνικού θεσμού. Ειμαι σιγουρη οτι η προσπαθεια των διοργανωτων του ΑΑFF θα ειναι ανταξια αυτης της Γαλλιας Παραθετω μερικες φωτογραφιες ττης ομαδας του AAFF και οταν γυρισω Ελλαδα θα ανεβασω και τις δικες μου μαζι με μια περιγραφη