Cee or CEE may refer to:
Cee is a municipality of northwestern Spain in the province of A Coruña, in the autonomous community of Galicia. It has a population of 7,712 inhabitants (INE, 2010).
The climate of Cee is temperate and humid, typical of the northwest coast of Galicia.
Coordinates: 42°57′N 9°10′W / 42.950°N 9.167°W / 42.950; -9.167
C is the third letter in the English alphabet and a letter of the alphabets of many other writing systems which inherited it from the Latin alphabet. It is also the third letter of the ISO basic Latin alphabet. It is named cee (pronounced /ˈsiː/) in English.
"C" comes from the same letter as "G". The Semites named it gimel. The sign is possibly adapted from an Egyptian hieroglyph for a staff sling, which may have been the meaning of the name gimel. Another possibility is that it depicted a camel, the Semitic name for which was gamal. Barry B. Powell, a specialist in the history of writing, states "It is hard to imagine how gimel = "camel" can be derived from the picture of a camel (it may show his hump, or his head and neck!)".
In the Etruscan language, plosive consonants had no contrastive voicing, so the Greek 'Γ' (Gamma) was adopted into the Etruscan alphabet to represent /k/. Already in the Western Greek alphabet, Gamma first took a '' form in Early Etruscan, then '
' in Classical Etruscan. In Latin it eventually took the 'c' form in Classical Latin. In the earliest Latin inscriptions, the letters 'c k q' were used to represent the sounds /k/ and /ɡ/ (which were not differentiated in writing). Of these, 'q' was used to represent /k/ or /ɡ/ before a rounded vowel, 'k' before 'a', and 'c' elsewhere. During the 3rd century BC, a modified character was introduced for /ɡ/, and 'c' itself was retained for /k/. The use of 'c' (and its variant 'g') replaced most usages of 'k' and 'q'. Hence, in the classical period and after, 'g' was treated as the equivalent of Greek gamma, and 'c' as the equivalent of kappa; this shows in the romanization of Greek words, as in 'KAΔMOΣ', 'KYPOΣ', and 'ΦΩKIΣ' came into Latin as 'cadmvs', 'cyrvs' and 'phocis', respectively.
Grits is a food made by boiling ground maize (also known as corn), and usually served with other flavorings as a breakfast dish, usually savory. It is popular in the Southern United States.
Grits is of Native American origin, and is similar to other thick maize-based porridges from around the world such as polenta.
Modern grits are commonly made of alkali-treated corn known as hominy, in which case it may be called "hominy grits". "Instant grits" and "quick grits" use hominy processed for faster cooking, widely sold in supermarkets.
The word "grits" may be treated as either singular or plural; historically, in the American South it was always singular. It derives from the Old English word "grytt," meaning coarse meal.
Grits have their origin in Native American corn preparation. Traditionally, the hominy for grits was ground on a stone mill. The ground hominy is then passed through screens, the finer sifted material used as grit meal, and the coarser as grits. Many American communities used a gristmill until the mid-twentieth century, farmers bringing their corn to be ground, and the miller keeping a portion as his fee. State law in South Carolina requires grits and corn meal to be enriched, similar to the requirement for flour, unless the grits are made from the corn a miller kept as his fee.
Grits is the debut novel by British author Niall Griffiths, published in 2000 by Jonathan Cape. Set in and around Aberystwyth and concerning promiscuity, drugs, alcohol, and petty crime it gained for its author, who lives and works in the town the dubious honorific "the Welsh Irvine Welsh". The novel is largely autobiographical, Niall Griffiths moved to Aberystwyth to research a PhD in post-war British poetry but soon became, as he puts it, an "enthusiastic participator in parties" and dropped out of his studies.
Ianto, a character briefly appearing in Grits became the anti-hero of Griffith's second novel Sheepshagger.
From the rear of the 2001 Vintage Books edition :
The Liberal Party of Canada (French: Parti libéral du Canada), colloquially known as the Grits, is the oldest federal political party in Canada. The party espouses the principles of liberalism, and generally sits at the centre of the Canadian political spectrum. The Liberal Party is positioned to the left of the Conservative Party of Canada and to the right of the New Democratic Party (NDP).
The party has dominated federal politics for much of Canada's history, holding power for almost 69 years in the 20th century—more than any other party in a developed country—and as a result, it is sometimes referred to as Canada's "natural governing party". The Liberals' signature policies and legislative decisions include universal health care, the Canada Pension Plan, Canada Student Loans, peacekeeping, multilateralism, official bilingualism, official multiculturalism, patriating the Canadian constitution and the entrenchment of Canada's Charter of Rights and Freedoms, the Clarity Act, restoring balanced budgets in the 1990s, and making same-sex marriage legal nationwide.
Yo, I'm used to.. cold to the right, hot to the left,
Turn them on, let the warm water run on my chest
and wash away the stress.
I swear to my mama she die a happy woman on my very last breath.
Lookin back, reminisin'- how many have left us
OGs who used to squeeze with the best touch.
Hold they chrome, and hold they own. It's messed up,
Now a nigga livin' through his ancestas.
Saukrates - 23, turnin' like 45 in a year,
I'm cravin' for the days when I'm out in the clear...
you know, livin'.
I might, sacrifice my life but I won't give in.
Until we spokes has bin in, and my home is chilled out,
and ain't dealin with no less than half a million.
In a crib on some acres, and half these children.
Livin' the life they deserve and just fake realism.
I hit you with the wisom, you ain't with it
then kiss 'em -- THE NUTS.
If you dissin, watch me from a distance.
I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibrate.
The things that we contemplate, when we comin up...
Keep this rap shit tight **AIGHT**.
Imagine the day that's black forever,
waitin' for the sun to come up.
As hard as you try, it's a lie
you can't change the weather.
Maybe I should stop giving a fuck.
*Plus* You bin tellin me that life goes on,
but as this rap star trek belongs.
You start wonderin' what else could go wrong..
*All you can do is sing your song* in the pockets nigga.
Nigga life time journey to the me, these endless questions,
they play my dome-piece.. like:
What am I do with all the groupies that I meet?
Will I turn the other cheek,
or do I turn the other cheek?
Please freak, you gettin' touched by this
West Indian connection,
let me rub on your titties.
-And get in it for a minute to win it,
let you fall in love with it, then I'm out.
'cause I got work to finish, the music is ma business.
She love me, I trust her, to maximize my bigness.
Now ladies, if u listenin I'ma make you my witness.
I got no love for bitches.
Baby, out with the quickness.
Groupie parade plague, it's a categorized sickness.
Who say, that brother socks got it locked from
LA to Brickston, I'm broke,
for niggas that kill for my position.
I rap to that Vince Carter at Sky Dome,
if you see me on the beat, ET phone home.
And tell yo mama the drama - your old high school friends
on the tube representin' Toronto.
And doin' it right, pursuin his life.
Disease to take flight when he caresses the mic.
Sendin' this one out to cats with unsigned hype,
just do it for you,