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  • windows xp işletim sisteminden neden açık olduunu bi türlü anlayamadığım port numarası (bkz: besbininci port mucizesi)
  • bugun itibariyle turkiye'deki en cok yer kaplayan madeni para birimi..
  • db2'nun default tcp dinleme port numarası.
  • http://picasaweb.google.com/…nu#4983612631004872722

    rahmetli anneannemin "ben de göreyim diye kocaman yapmışlar" dediği bir zamanların fazla büyük madeni parası.
  • para olanı, tavlada, eksik olan pul yerine kullanılır.
  • 6 ağustos 1945 günü hiroşima'da ölen insan sayısı.
  • sting'in 57th & 9th albümünde yer alan ve çalışmadan yayınlanan ikinci single. sözlerini de yazayım tam olsun;

    another obituary in the paper today
    one more for the list of those who've already fallen
    another one of our comrades is taken down
    like so many others of our calling

    we tweet our anecdotes, our commentary
    or we sing his songs in some sad tribute
    while the tabloids are holding a story of kiss and tell
    that he's no longer able to deny or refute

    50,000 voices rising every time he'd sing
    and every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him

    how well i remember the stadiums we played
    and the lights sweeping across a sea of 50,000 souls we'd face
    a serious drug that you could never kick
    or one that you couldn't imagine you'd ever replace

    we flew like kites on the wings of amphetamine
    secured only to a bass line and a snare drum beat
    but really what did any of it mean?
    when there's a higher philosophy in reflection and defeat

    50,000 voices rising every time he'd sing
    and every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him
    still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betrays
    rock stars don't ever die, they only fade away

    reflecting now on my own past
    inside this prison i've made of myself
    i'm feeling a little better today
    although the bathroom mirror is telling me something else

    these lines of stress, one bloodshot eye
    the unhealthy pallor of a troubled ghost
    where did ı put my spectacle case?
    i'm half blind and as deaf as any post

    50,000 hands are raised to a man that's just like you and me
    we create the gods we can and gift them immortality
    still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betrays
    rock stars don't ever die, they only fade away