Wednesday

A day of rain.

And a trip to Newcastle.

Hmmmm, Newcastle.

We woke up at half seven, outside it was overcast with the promise of much rain through the day. We planned to go to Hexham to catch the train into the city, wander round, have lunch, take shots and come back. And it still sounded a good idea in the morning. So, after breakfast, we gathered our stuff, our new waterproof jackets and walking boots, packed the car and set off down the valley to Hexham.

There is an even more local station nearer the cottage, but only has a two-hourly service through the day. A 15 minute drive to Hexham opens the possibility of half hourly trains, if we got bored in the city.

Two pounds to park the car all day outside the station, seven quid for a return ticket. A cheap day it seemed.

We had timed it just right, and 5 minutes after arriving, our train, a class 156, pulled up and we all got on for the half hour trundle into town. The line runs beside the river Tyne, and is very picturesque, even from a rattly diesel DMU.

We pulled into Newcastle, over Stephenson’s high level bridge, with glorious views over the river and city. It had just begun to rain, but we were prepared.

Outside the station, we looked up the wide street in front, and I saw a memorial, which should mean there was a square, maybe the centre of the city, so we set off, dodging shoppers and waiting bus passengers. However, we were thirsty. And hungry. And seeing an Italian ice cream parlour, we go inside to have breakfast.

I order sausage roll and a coffee: Jools has quiche. And a coffee. Now, that we did not specify what kind of coffee we wanted should have meant we got a cup of filter. Or so we thought. But what we did get was a cup of milky coffee, the kind that my parents used to drink, made with almost all hot milk, and horrible.

I tried to tell myself this was some kind of retro food experience, but my main thought was to drink it as soon as possible before a skin formed on the top, which would have made me retch.

Further up the street, we saw a sign saying ‘central arcade’; we thought it looked interesting and went in. Just as well we did, as inside it was decorated with splendid tiles, in a fine art deco fashion. In admiring them, we caught the attention of a woman, who engaged us in conversation. Turns out she was a guide, and for four pounds each would take us on a 90 minute tour round the city.

Sounded fair to us, so we paid, and our guide explained the history of the arcade and the surrounding area, all gentrified in the 1830s, which so resembled fine Parisian boulevards. It was a wonderful area, and the style, Tyne Gothic was very nice and almost chic. It has been renovated in recent times, and looks like it did when new, except for the pawnbrokers and other modern shops now occupying the ground floors.

We walk along a narrow alley past pubs and old workshops, our guide giving us history behind the buildings. The world's fattest man lived and died here, King Charles 1st had dinner there. And so on. Until we came to Bigg Market.....

We were shown the indoor market, the Theatre Royal, all the time heading down towards the river. We stop at The Black Gate, the old main entrance to the city, and next to it the Norman, or New, castle. I know that from the top fine views of trains arriving and leaving from the station could be had, and so I planned to return later in the day.

More cottage cheese than Borden Dairy

See album description - On the surface, one might see this tin can as a nod off to nostalgia. After all who makes tin cans for their bacon bits anymore? When did they stop doing that? And when in the world did Oscar Mayer even make bacon bits? While the canister is old, that is not the story behind this canister.

I once lived in my Grandmother’s house after she passed away. I was still trying to get back on my feet from my retched divorce, it was a means for me to have a place on my own, and it allowed my family to delay dealing with the personal possessions of my grandmother. For five years I sat in her memories while my family refused to deal with them…

I found this canister one day when I was cleaning out her things. It was in a period of my life that was very scary for me to say the very least. I was going through so many things that I wouldn’t know where to begin with them. I was being taken back to court for past due Child Support from my ex. I had every single intention of paying it, but my business was slowly dying and so I had gotten behind. I had a new bride who was a Canadian Citizen and could not work until paperwork was submitted. I was the only income, which happened to be $500 a month to cover food, electricity, gas, insurance, rent, etc. I basically had nothing except stacking bills and a lot of fear for the future.

I wanted to make sure that my new bride had something to eat in the house, so there were several days that I went without eating (she didn’t know this until later on down the road!). On top of everything else I was going through counseling. I was an emotional, physical, and financial mess.

When I found this canister I thought I struck it rich. Inside was several dollars worth of coins from Bicentennial quarters up to Silver Dollars. But could I really trade those in? These were after all my grandmother and grandfather’s collection, and as much as I didn’t want to trade them in I knew I had to survive. I told myself that I would never dip into these unless it was an absolute emergency. I carried this canister in my truck for a few years- in the console, ready to save the day. Every time I almost had to use the coins, intuition and creativity kicked in and I found a different solution. Necessity is the mother of invention and resolution.

I am proud that I made it through those days. I am proud that I never once had to use any of these coins. It was close some days- between gas, food and lawyers. But I made it through. Now, money is not so tight even in a bad economy… and every time I see this canister I am reminded again of all I went through, how I held onto my determination and never gave up!

2014/06/07(sat)

Asshole Carnival Vol.2

at Earthdom

ANAL VOLCANO

Mecosario (岡崎)

Retch

GO-ZEN

SAIGAN TERROR

ZENOCIDE

DJ : LOVEJUICE

Some other drug canvases!

See album description - On the surface, one might see this tin can as a nod off to nostalgia. After all who makes tin cans for their bacon bits anymore? When did they stop doing that? And when in the world did Oscar Mayer even make bacon bits? While the canister is old, that is not the story behind this canister.

I once lived in my Grandmother’s house after she passed away. I was still trying to get back on my feet from my retched divorce, it was a means for me to have a place on my own, and it allowed my family to delay dealing with the personal possessions of my grandmother. For five years I sat in her memories while my family refused to deal with them…

I found this canister one day when I was cleaning out her things. It was in a period of my life that was very scary for me to say the very least. I was going through so many things that I wouldn’t know where to begin with them. I was being taken back to court for past due Child Support from my ex. I had every single intention of paying it, but my business was slowly dying and so I had gotten behind. I had a new bride who was a Canadian Citizen and could not work until paperwork was submitted. I was the only income, which happened to be $500 a month to cover food, electricity, gas, insurance, rent, etc. I basically had nothing except stacking bills and a lot of fear for the future.

I wanted to make sure that my new bride had something to eat in the house, so there were several days that I went without eating (she didn’t know this until later on down the road!). On top of everything else I was going through counseling. I was an emotional, physical, and financial mess.

When I found this canister I thought I struck it rich. Inside was several dollars worth of coins from Bicentennial quarters up to Silver Dollars. But could I really trade those in? These were after all my grandmother and grandfather’s collection, and as much as I didn’t want to trade them in I knew I had to survive. I told myself that I would never dip into these unless it was an absolute emergency. I carried this canister in my truck for a few years- in the console, ready to save the day. Every time I almost had to use the coins, intuition and creativity kicked in and I found a different solution. Necessity is the mother of invention and resolution.

I am proud that I made it through those days. I am proud that I never once had to use any of these coins. It was close some days- between gas, food and lawyers. But I made it through. Now, money is not so tight even in a bad economy… and every time I see this canister I am reminded again of all I went through, how I held onto my determination and never gave up!

2014/06/07(sat)

Asshole Carnival Vol.2

at Earthdom

ANAL VOLCANO

Mecosario (岡崎)

Retch

GO-ZEN

SAIGAN TERROR

ZENOCIDE

DJ : LOVEJUICE

Dispatched to Geonosis. Those bugs were vile, ugly and discussing. They were like killing an ant. Effortless, and no pity for their death. But enough about those retched 'rebels'.

Day one. We encountered umpteen rebel soldiers. Shit load they did. It was like they were commanded to just look at us when we fired.. Maybe th.. Maybe they were ordered to do that so we would not fight at our best, then surprise us when our guard is down.. Interesting strategy..

We didn't see hardly any Natives. They must have been hiding, for they might have known the terror we shall enthrall them with. Either that, or our eye sight strength has been depleted from the heart melting, neck burning sun. I swear my amour is hot enough to cook an egg right now!

Ba~~~~~~ Sorry, Qurtz just bumped into me. Qurtz says he doesn't want to wright, because he says it's a sign of madness writing to your self. "if your the one who wrote it, and your the only one who is going to read it, isn't that what thinking is for? It's madness" -Qurtz.

Wednesday

A day of rain.

And a trip to Newcastle.

Hmmmm, Newcastle.

We woke up at half seven, outside it was overcast with the promise of much rain through the day. We planned to go to Hexham to catch the train into the city, wander round, have lunch, take shots and come back. And it still sounded a good idea in the morning. So, after breakfast, we gathered our stuff, our new waterproof jackets and walking boots, packed the car and set off down the valley to Hexham.

There is an even more local station nearer the cottage, but only has a two-hourly service through the day. A 15 minute drive to Hexham opens the possibility of half hourly trains, if we got bored in the city.

Two pounds to park the car all day outside the station, seven quid for a return ticket. A cheap day it seemed.

We had timed it just right, and 5 minutes after arriving, our train, a class 156, pulled up and we all got on for the half hour trundle into town. The line runs beside the river Tyne, and is very picturesque, even from a rattly diesel DMU.

We pulled into Newcastle, over Stephenson’s high level bridge, with glorious views over the river and city. It had just begun to rain, but we were prepared.

Outside the station, we looked up the wide street in front, and I saw a memorial, which should mean there was a square, maybe the centre of the city, so we set off, dodging shoppers and waiting bus passengers. However, we were thirsty. And hungry. And seeing an Italian ice cream parlour, we go inside to have breakfast.

I order sausage roll and a coffee: Jools has quiche. And a coffee. Now, that we did not specify what kind of coffee we wanted should have meant we got a cup of filter. Or so we thought. But what we did get was a cup of milky coffee, the kind that my parents used to drink, made with almost all hot milk, and horrible.

I tried to tell myself this was some kind of retro food experience, but my main thought was to drink it as soon as possible before a skin formed on the top, which would have made me retch.

Further up the street, we saw a sign saying ‘central arcade’; we thought it looked interesting and went in. Just as well we did, as inside it was decorated with splendid tiles, in a fine art deco fashion. In admiring them, we caught the attention of a woman, who engaged us in conversation. Turns out she was a guide, and for four pounds each would take us on a 90 minute tour round the city.

Sounded fair to us, so we paid, and our guide explained the history of the arcade and the surrounding area, all gentrified in the 1830s, which so resembled fine Parisian boulevards. It was a wonderful area, and the style, Tyne Gothic was very nice and almost chic. It has been renovated in recent times, and looks like it did when new, except for the pawnbrokers and other modern shops now occupying the ground floors.

We walk along a narrow alley past pubs and old workshops, our guide giving us history behind the buildings. The world's fattest man lived and died here, King Charles 1st had dinner there. And so on. Until we came to Bigg Market.....

We were shown the indoor market, the Theatre Royal, all the time heading down towards the river. We stop at The Black Gate, the old main entrance to the city, and next to it the Norman, or New, castle. I know that from the top fine views of trains arriving and leaving from the station could be had, and so I planned to return later in the day.

***WARNING: if you are eating, will be eating soon or have just eaten it is probably not a good idea to read this description - there will definitely be too much information. In fact I am probably delving into the realm of too much information in general so please, read at your discretion. ***

On this day I had a migraine, a relatively mild one by my standards (as in I was not so debilitated as to preclude me from taking a photo) but a migraine none-the less. My physio is going to be very disappointed when he hears the news but it has been a full 6 months since my last one and as I said, it was so very mild that quite frankly I call it a success. But wait, I am getting ahead of myself, lets start at the beginning.

I had my first migraine when I was 12. It was Christmas day - not exactly the present I'd been hoping for... since then I've had a few, maybe once a year, every now and then but it wasn't until I started on hormonal contraception that they became more frequent and by more frequent I mean every fourth Sunday like clockwork. Oestrogen withdrawals my mother calls it… apparently it runs in the family… awesome!

Now when I talk about having a migraine what I really mean is constant tension all down the back of your skull and into your neck a pressure so painful and distracting that can't be released no matter what you do and even sleep provides no relief; I'm talking about curling up on the couch in the lounge room with a pillow pressed so hard to your head you almost can't breathe because the light from the tv and the kitchen are too painful so bear but you can't get up to turn them off because even the effort of moving your arm makes your head spin and your stomach churn; or about your mother waking up in the middle of the night to find you collapsed on the floor next to the toilet because you just finished throwing-up but if the pattern of the last 15 minutes is any indication you will be doing so again in another 120 seconds only there stopped being anything to throw-up about 5 minutes ago so now you're just retching into the bowl and your so exhausted from the effort you don't even whimper as the tears stream down your face and you chant the words "make it stop" beneath your breath like a prayer of salvation to no one in particular. I am talking about the fearful anticipation you experience when you wake up on Sunday morning and realise after eating breakfast that it is not digesting the way it should and you just know that it's too late and no matter what drugs you take now they won't work because they won't be digested and therefore in a few hours its all going to start again. I am talking about the utter helplessness the total mental defeat you experience when it's your own body thats causing you to suffer and you feel trapped and hopeless within its walls because there is no-one else you can rebel against.

I am not talking about a head-ache. I am talking about a migraine.

For months last year that was my life, and it was scary as hell because a migraine doesn't just last for the period of time you're in pain, there is a whole 12-24 hour recovery period that comes after it. When your down its so terribly hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel and sometimes you need help to start finding your way out.

My physio kind of specialises in migraine sufferers, as I mentioned, mine, we believe were triggered by Oestrogen withdrawal from the hormonal contraception I was using and so I thought that all hope was lost, I had run out of options and would have to deal with having migraines once a month for the rest of my life or… Anyway, he describes migraines like filling up a glass with a small hole in the bottom; different factors contribute to the rate of liquid flowing into the cup, factors such as diet, hormones, stress levels (both mental and physical), muscular tension in the neck (for me at least), weather, sleep patterns, etc. So when all of these factors are pouring into the cup at a faster rate than the hole at the bottom allows them to drain then the cup fills up and eventually overflows - presto! Migraine - but, if you can reduce the effect of some of the factors just enough to prevent the cup from overflowing then you can prevent the migraines. Now that sounds like fun :-)

So in the months since this educational experience, through trial and error, I have developed a kind of migraine preventative program: physio once a month to loosen up my neck (which I am sure is not assisted by my pole dancing but that is a hard limit and I refuse to give it up), attention to diet *sigh* sugar and junk food appear to be the main culprits which really sucks (girls: you know that time where your stomach becomes like a bottomless pitt and you feel like you could literally spend ALL DAY eating chocolates and scooping ice-cream from the carton? Yeah well that is especially the time I shouldn't :( ), also eating regular meals - skipping meals can be disastrous, 100mg B12 every day (or when I remember) because apparently some studies have suggested that in high doses it can prevent migraines - whether its a placebo or not its been working for me so I'll stick with it (a bottle of B12 is infinitely cheaper than any of the prescription migraine medications on the market anyway), and just in general paying attention to my body, slow down on the days I feel iffy, take a break when I am feeling stressed and take time out to just chill.

I've learnt that migraines are kind-of my bodies warning system that I am pushing too hard and need to slow down for a little while and now that I have come to terms with that it all seems a little more manageable. On Friday I felt the signs, I knew I should go home and rest but I was feeling stubborn and really wanted to go to dancing. So I did, and I paid the price. On the plus side though it gave me sweet inspiration for today's 365 photo and I got to test the new nasal spray migraine medication I was prescribed - best news ever - it works!!! :-D

In loving memory of

Harry M. LAWSON

Bugler R.M.L.I (Royal Marine Light Infantry)

H.M.S. Rapid

Who died August 9th 1896

Aged 22 years

Beloved by all who knew him

Erected by his affectionate shipmates

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXIII, Issue 10206, 10 August 1896, Page 5

DETERMINED SUICIDE.

A ROYAL MARINE TAKES POISON.

Last night, about half-past ten o'clock, a young man named Henry M. Lawson, a bugler of the Royal Marines, belonging to H.M.S. Rapid, committed suicide in the Coffee Palace, Lower Queen-street, under somewhat peculiar circumstances. Lt appears he came ashore in the afternoon, and was about the town. At about half past ten he called at the Coffee Palace in order to procure a bed for the night. He was shown one upstairs, and shortly afterwards came down again and asked for a cup of hot water— very hot. In passing to his room upstairs with the cup of hot water he asked some persons sitting at a table, jestingly, if they would have some whisky, After he got in he locked the door of his room. Shortly afterwards he was heard to cry out, I'm poisoned Come in!' An attempt was made to force the door, but it was unsuccessful, and a key was got. On the door being unlocked it was found that he had retched a little and was gasping slightly. An attempt was made to give him an emetic of mustard and water, but it proved fruitless, as he at once breathed his last. At the outset Dr. Hooper was telephoned for, but before his arrival the unfortunate young man was past all earthly aid. Constable McCarthy, who happened to be on his boat opposite the Coffee Palace, was informed of the affair, and he took charge of two empty bottles labelled 'Poison,’ found in deceased's possession, and the cup in which something had been mixed. One of the bottles was labelled chlorodyne, and bore the mark of a local chemist. The other bottle, also chlorodyne, appeared to have been procured in London. Owing to the suddenness of his death it is supposed he took something else than chlorodyne, oxalic acid being mentioned. Lawson was said to be sober at the time, and is stated to have been formerly a member of the Star of Newton Lodge I.O.G. T. Lawson was about 22 years of age, a native of Dartmoor, and has a brother a drummer in the Royal Marines at Home. His father is an official in Dartmoor Prison. Deceased's comrades ashore, on being notified of the affair, insisted on carrying the body of the deceased from the Coffee Palace to the morgue themselves, the police giving them the use of the stretcher. Dr. Philson. coroner, will no doubt hold the usual inquest today, when the circumstances surrounding Lawson's death will probably be elicited.[1]

Thames Star, Volume XXVIII, Issue 8427, 11 August 1896, Page 2

An inquest was held to-day on the body of Lawson, bugler of H.M.S. Rapid, who committed suicide in Waters' Coffee Palace, Queen street, last evening. It appears that he came in and asked for a bed, locked himself in the room, and took a dose of oxalic acid. The man died in five minutes. At the inquest, a verdict of felo de se was returned. Nothing has transpired to account for the rash act. He was keeping company with a girl, and intended trying to get his discharge to marry her.[2]

The HMS Rapid

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMS_Rapid_(1883)

A few months earlier in February 1896 there was another suicide at Water's Coffee palace when John LEITH, new to Auckland shot himself through the mouth with a revolver

paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/cgi-bin/paperspast?a=d&cl=s...

SOURCES:

[1]

paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/cgi-bin/paperspast?a=d&d=NZ...

[2]

paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/cgi-bin/paperspast?a=d&cl=s...

In loving memory of

Harry M. LAWSON

Bugler R.M.L.I (Royal Marine Light Infantry)

H.M.S. Rapid

Who died August 9th 1896

Aged 22 years

Beloved by all who knew him

Erected by his affectionate shipmates

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXIII, Issue 10206, 10 August 1896, Page 5

DETERMINED SUICIDE.

A ROYAL MARINE TAKES POISON.

Last night, about half-past ten o'clock, a young man named Henry M. Lawson, a bugler of the Royal Marines, belonging to H.M.S. Rapid, committed suicide in the Coffee Palace, Lower Queen-street, under somewhat peculiar circumstances. Lt appears he came ashore in the afternoon, and was about the town. At about half past ten he called at the Coffee Palace in order to procure a bed for the night. He was shown one upstairs, and shortly afterwards came down again and asked for a cup of hot water— very hot. In passing to his room upstairs with the cup of hot water he asked some persons sitting at a table, jestingly, if they would have some whisky, After he got in he locked the door of his room. Shortly afterwards he was heard to cry out, I'm poisoned Come in!' An attempt was made to force the door, but it was unsuccessful, and a key was got. On the door being unlocked it was found that he had retched a little and was gasping slightly. An attempt was made to give him an emetic of mustard and water, but it proved fruitless, as he at once breathed his last. At the outset Dr. Hooper was telephoned for, but before his arrival the unfortunate young man was past all earthly aid. Constable McCarthy, who happened to be on his boat opposite the Coffee Palace, was informed of the affair, and he took charge of two empty bottles labelled 'Poison,’ found in deceased's possession, and the cup in which something had been mixed. One of the bottles was labelled chlorodyne, and bore the mark of a local chemist. The other bottle, also chlorodyne, appeared to have been procured in London. Owing to the suddenness of his death it is supposed he took something else than chlorodyne, oxalic acid being mentioned. Lawson was said to be sober at the time, and is stated to have been formerly a member of the Star of Newton Lodge I.O.G. T. Lawson was about 22 years of age, a native of Dartmoor, and has a brother a drummer in the Royal Marines at Home. His father is an official in Dartmoor Prison. Deceased's comrades ashore, on being notified of the affair, insisted on carrying the body of the deceased from the Coffee Palace to the morgue themselves, the police giving them the use of the stretcher. Dr. Philson. coroner, will no doubt hold the usual inquest today, when the circumstances surrounding Lawson's death will probably be elicited.[1]

Thames Star, Volume XXVIII, Issue 8427, 11 August 1896, Page 2

An inquest was held to-day on the body of Lawson, bugler of H.M.S. Rapid, who committed suicide in Waters' Coffee Palace, Queen street, last evening. It appears that he came in and asked for a bed, locked himself in the room, and took a dose of oxalic acid. The man died in five minutes. At the inquest, a verdict of felo de se was returned. Nothing has transpired to account for the rash act. He was keeping company with a girl, and intended trying to get his discharge to marry her.[2]

The HMS Rapid

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMS_Rapid_(1883)

A few months earlier in February 1896 there was another suicide at Water's Coffee palace when John LEITH, new to Auckland shot himself through the mouth with a revolver

paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/cgi-bin/paperspast?a=d&cl=s...

paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/CHP18960323.2.43

paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/AS18960324.2.35

paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/AS18960325.2.17

SOURCES:

[1]

paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/cgi-bin/paperspast?a=d&d=NZ...

[2]

paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/cgi-bin/paperspast?a=d&cl=s...

Sometimes in life we have no option but to make a fresh start. Become a free spirit once again.

2014/06/07(sat)

Asshole Carnival Vol.2

at Earthdom

ANAL VOLCANO

Mecosario (岡崎)

Retch

GO-ZEN

SAIGAN TERROR

ZENOCIDE

DJ : LOVEJUICE

Retching Netch

Wednesday

A day of rain.

And a trip to Newcastle.

Hmmmm, Newcastle.

We woke up at half seven, outside it was overcast with the promise of much rain through the day. We planned to go to Hexham to catch the train into the city, wander round, have lunch, take shots and come back. And it still sounded a good idea in the morning. So, after breakfast, we gathered our stuff, our new waterproof jackets and walking boots, packed the car and set off down the valley to Hexham.

There is an even more local station nearer the cottage, but only has a two-hourly service through the day. A 15 minute drive to Hexham opens the possibility of half hourly trains, if we got bored in the city.

Two pounds to park the car all day outside the station, seven quid for a return ticket. A cheap day it seemed.

We had timed it just right, and 5 minutes after arriving, our train, a class 156, pulled up and we all got on for the half hour trundle into town. The line runs beside the river Tyne, and is very picturesque, even from a rattly diesel DMU.

We pulled into Newcastle, over Stephenson’s high level bridge, with glorious views over the river and city. It had just begun to rain, but we were prepared.

Outside the station, we looked up the wide street in front, and I saw a memorial, which should mean there was a square, maybe the centre of the city, so we set off, dodging shoppers and waiting bus passengers. However, we were thirsty. And hungry. And seeing an Italian ice cream parlour, we go inside to have breakfast.

I order sausage roll and a coffee: Jools has quiche. And a coffee. Now, that we did not specify what kind of coffee we wanted should have meant we got a cup of filter. Or so we thought. But what we did get was a cup of milky coffee, the kind that my parents used to drink, made with almost all hot milk, and horrible.

I tried to tell myself this was some kind of retro food experience, but my main thought was to drink it as soon as possible before a skin formed on the top, which would have made me retch.

Further up the street, we saw a sign saying ‘central arcade’; we thought it looked interesting and went in. Just as well we did, as inside it was decorated with splendid tiles, in a fine art deco fashion. In admiring them, we caught the attention of a woman, who engaged us in conversation. Turns out she was a guide, and for four pounds each would take us on a 90 minute tour round the city.

We were told of the history of the Arcade before walking to the indoor market and then down the wide street past the Theatre Royal.

In the market is the site of the first ever Marks and Spencer store, or market stall, which is still going, selling end of line items.

2014/06/07(sat)

Asshole Carnival Vol.2

at Earthdom

ANAL VOLCANO

Mecosario (岡崎)

Retch

GO-ZEN

SAIGAN TERROR

ZENOCIDE

DJ : LOVEJUICE

Yeah, I'm a grinch when it come to things like Valentines day. Why? Well I'm a bloke and not a bird for a start! When I walk about town and see all the crap about, like the cards (retch) and the flowers being sold at exuberant prices (gag) which will only wilt and die within a day of so, I just want to grab the gullible public by the throat and bitch slap them. Now that's being mellow, what I'd really like to to do is pull out a big fuck off knife and go on a slashing spree;o)

Just pity the poor sap who's assigned this one...

2014/06/07(sat)

Asshole Carnival Vol.2

at Earthdom

ANAL VOLCANO

Mecosario (岡崎)

Retch

GO-ZEN

SAIGAN TERROR

ZENOCIDE

DJ : LOVEJUICE

Cardiff at its finest..!

I suppose this would be the counterpart to Heave.

Piccadilly line.

I Retches

Nothing beats a phone call from your long time friend asking for "a favor"...except a favor in 30° weather.

My long time friend Colt has been trying to sell his one of a kind custom fully built acura TL (see Colt's TL set). He struggled with finding someone wanting such a VIP style car in our retched town, but eventually found a willing candidate to trade for a sport bike, the all black 04 honda cbr 600rr.

Colt doesn't ride, (he's more of a 500hp v8 guy) but jumped at the opportunity to sell something a little bit more liquid, so he got the car to 'trade' value, removing his work vs-xx rims, bodykit, and other small customized pieces.

While they were working on the title work, I snuck the bike behind a church and tried to grab a few shots. 2pm isn't exactly my favorite time to shoot but i made it work. I forgot my tripod and my g/f drove my flashes / camera behind me so I just had to make due.

This shot was done with the 70-200 f4L and just had multiple exposures layered and edited together. I forget if i used flashes on this one or not...

I called this set "face your fears" because of the many obstacles on different levels it entailed...riding someone else's bike for one, riding it in freezing weather, shooting mid day, trying to light up a black vehicle, and the headaches we entail while dealing with purchasing or trading a new vehicle.

hope you all enjoy!

Wednesday

A day of rain.

And a trip to Newcastle.

Hmmmm, Newcastle.

We woke up at half seven, outside it was overcast with the promise of much rain through the day. We planned to go to Hexham to catch the train into the city, wander round, have lunch, take shots and come back. And it still sounded a good idea in the morning. So, after breakfast, we gathered our stuff, our new waterproof jackets and walking boots, packed the car and set off down the valley to Hexham.

There is an even more local station nearer the cottage, but only has a two-hourly service through the day. A 15 minute drive to Hexham opens the possibility of half hourly trains, if we got bored in the city.

Two pounds to park the car all day outside the station, seven quid for a return ticket. A cheap day it seemed.

We had timed it just right, and 5 minutes after arriving, our train, a class 156, pulled up and we all got on for the half hour trundle into town. The line runs beside the river Tyne, and is very picturesque, even from a rattly diesel DMU.

We pulled into Newcastle, over Stephenson’s high level bridge, with glorious views over the river and city. It had just begun to rain, but we were prepared.

Outside the station, we looked up the wide street in front, and I saw a memorial, which should mean there was a square, maybe the centre of the city, so we set off, dodging shoppers and waiting bus passengers. However, we were thirsty. And hungry. And seeing an Italian ice cream parlour, we go inside to have breakfast.

I order sausage roll and a coffee: Jools has quiche. And a coffee. Now, that we did not specify what kind of coffee we wanted should have meant we got a cup of filter. Or so we thought. But what we did get was a cup of milky coffee, the kind that my parents used to drink, made with almost all hot milk, and horrible.

I tried to tell myself this was some kind of retro food experience, but my main thought was to drink it as soon as possible before a skin formed on the top, which would have made me retch.

Further up the street, we saw a sign saying ‘central arcade’; we thought it looked interesting and went in. Just as well we did, as inside it was decorated with splendid tiles, in a fine art deco fashion. In admiring them, we caught the attention of a woman, who engaged us in conversation. Turns out she was a guide, and for four pounds each would take us on a 90 minute tour round the city.

2014/06/07(sat)

Asshole Carnival Vol.2

at Earthdom

ANAL VOLCANO

Mecosario (岡崎)

Retch

GO-ZEN

SAIGAN TERROR

ZENOCIDE

DJ : LOVEJUICE

Nothing beats a phone call from your long time friend asking for "a favor"...except a favor in 30° weather.

My long time friend Colt has been trying to sell his one of a kind custom fully built acura TL (see Colt's TL set). He struggled with finding someone wanting such a VIP style car in our retched town, but eventually found a willing candidate to trade for a sport bike, the all black 04 honda cbr 600rr.

Colt doesn't ride, (he's more of a 500hp v8 guy) but jumped at the opportunity to sell something a little bit more liquid, so he got the car to 'trade' value, removing his work vs-xx rims, bodykit, and other small customized pieces.

While they were working on the title work, I snuck the bike behind a church and tried to grab a few shots. 2pm isn't exactly my favorite time to shoot but i made it work. I forgot my tripod and my g/f drove my flashes / camera behind me so I just had to make due.

Shots were done mainly with the tamron 17-50 f2.8 with an nd8 filter set in AEB mode. The first shot was set to sync at 1/200 and fire the flashes (3 @ full power), while the second shot was set to 1/500ish to get the sky nice and dark. If i would've had a tripod it would've been much easier but they layered nicely. A few other edits were done once behind the computer but I really liked how this set turned out, as I'm afraid to shoot black cars / bikes and also shoot at such a 'bad' time of day.

I called this set "face your fears" because of the many obstacles on different levels it entailed...riding someone else's bike for one, riding it in freezing weather, shooting mid day, trying to light up a black vehicle, and the headaches we entail while dealing with purchasing or trading a new vehicle.

hope you all enjoy!

Lucille Ball celebrates her 117th birthday.... again....

2014/06/07(sat)

Asshole Carnival Vol.2

at Earthdom

ANAL VOLCANO

Mecosario (岡崎)

Retch

GO-ZEN

SAIGAN TERROR

ZENOCIDE

DJ : LOVEJUICE

for your listening pleasure... The Trashmen - Surfin' Bird

Surfin' Bird lyrics © Beechwood Music Corporation

This song is one of my favorites from my "Golden Oldie Days" in 1963.

These pics were taken while I was cherry blossom watching.

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6. "Papa-ooma-mow-mow"

Yummy!

Not!

The worst-smelling snack in the universe. Makes me retch and dry-heave from 50 paces.

The thrill of it all in the LVHRD Photo Gallery

Looked at a couple apartments today. Makes me want to retch at the thought of moving into a tiny one. We have too much junk!

My stomach has been in a ball all day. I'm much sadder about this than yesterday. But my husband came home with an armful of Mexican food and declared that we are finding a house, not an apartment and because of his confident leadership and a tummy full of good food, I feel better.

So the hunt continues.

This picture is one of the places I went to today. It's brand new and I loved the chic design but way too small. Cute but no cigar.

ppc agency

Trump begins a long tour of Asia

US President Donald Trump has set out on a 11-day outing to Asia amid which he will visit Japan, South Korea, China, Vietnam and the Philippines.

It will be the longest voyage through Asia by a US president in 25 years.

The outing comes during a period of uplifted pressures with North Korea over its atomic program and rocket tests.

Mr Trump is required to demonstrate a unified front with South Korea and Japan while squeezing China to bring a more grounded line with Pyongyang.

President Trump flew first to the US province of Hawaii where he went to the USS Arizona Memorial at Pearl Harbor - the scene of the 1941 Japanese assault that drew the US into World War Two.

He likewise partook in an instructions at the US Pacific Command.

What does Asia need from Donald Trump?

Trump in Asia: A learner's guide

Trump pledges to handle N Korea on Asia trip

What has Trump said in regards to your nation?

From Hawaii, he and First Lady Melania Trump will go to Japan and after that on to South Korea.

Mr Trump has beforehand traded some red hot talk with North Korea over its ballistic rocket tests yet associates said not long ago that he would not go to the intensely sustained neutral territory (DMZ) on the fringe between the South and North.

He is, in any case, to visit Camp Humphreys, a US military complex south of the capital, Seoul.

In Vietnam, Mr Trump will go to the Asia-Pacific Economic Co-operation summit in Danang and influence a state to visit to Hanoi.

His last engagement will be a summit of South-East Asian countries in the Philippine capital, Manila.

The last time a US president made such a marathon outing to Asia was when George HW Bush went by the area in late 1991 and mid 1992.

While in Japan on that excursion, Mr Bush swooned and retched amid a dinner.

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2014/06/07(sat)

Asshole Carnival Vol.2

at Earthdom

ANAL VOLCANO

Mecosario (岡崎)

Retch

GO-ZEN

SAIGAN TERROR

ZENOCIDE

DJ : LOVEJUICE

2014/06/07(sat)

Asshole Carnival Vol.2

at Earthdom

ANAL VOLCANO

Mecosario (岡崎)

Retch

GO-ZEN

SAIGAN TERROR

ZENOCIDE

DJ : LOVEJUICE

Creation Museum

Petersburg, KY

by Retch

I am frequently asked about the dangers of bringing my camera to the beach. Sand and water can be a great cause of concern when it comes to photographic equipment. I live at the beach and I enjoy taking photos while there, whether it be of the often found sandcastle, the shells which have washed a shore, the sun setting behind the dunes, or the dogs playing in the waves. I am as careful as I can be and fortunately for I have my older yet very functional camera. I generally bring this one, leaving my prized D7000 safely at home.

This evening the tide was low and calm, B and I took the girls over for a swim. For some reason us humans can not fully understand, the mussel shells were of particular interest to Yellow Girl. Not only for sniffing but before we knew it and before we could pry open her mouth, she had ingested several. I was certain they would pass through by the morning and we went about romping and playing.

Back at the car, I gave the girls a drink of fresh water to help wash any sand and ocean water out of their mouths. We gathered up the leashes, towels, water bowl, camera and 4 legged friends and started back to the main land. When suddenly there was a loud retching sound and the splatter of water, remains of mussel shells covered the car seats, camera and lens.

Next time I am asked about the dangers of bringing my camera to the beach, I may think twice.

submitted to ODC/ topic ~ "W" for Water; ocean Water, fresh Water and Water all over my camera!

dark highways bleak and long I know these thoughts are o so wrong. so strong and so indifferent. defeat this battle and win magnificence. climb to the top of a very high hill. down the other side is the natural will. fight the gravity resist the trust the rolling stone gathers no dust. its the cost of the lust we must battle within maintain my self and keep the ego thin resist that evil twin beat him back again thats the roots of reason and knowledge my friends. decipher this and bondage breaking will begin all kinds of evil and the fruits we trim all kinds of hate and the cuts we mend breaking down the backs of common working men.

Im tired and inspired but im feeling dangerous. all this haste got my thoughts so vaporous why is it all our dreams escaping us and all our goals are daily rapeing us. I figure its my minds eye breaking up and my temples pollution finally catching up. the solution in god we trust as long as that mighty dollar dosent fold up all those lines book bold stuff many thoughts on why its so corrupt. I stopped reaching out and he came to me he skipped the church and he let me see. I know many of you will think this is arrogant but believe me these thoughts are heaven sent feelings of benevolence many of you never get thats why with this rapping I will never quit

all these rappers getting paid millions while I sit alone at home making them look like children. yeah i know you wish you had these lyrics and you crave the stillness of the mighty mighty sprit. let me just say i am so angry and these lines on this pad engulf me, when my soul bleeds and toll lead to empty pockets and growl of my stomach so pleads yeah no stunten no frontin just me living my life with dreams of something fulfilling besides gold and trinkets besides rolls and beamers no fully loaded clips no team leader just me living that fantastic struggle and bending my will to this fucked up hustle

2014/06/07(sat)

Asshole Carnival Vol.2

at Earthdom

ANAL VOLCANO

Mecosario (岡崎)

Retch

GO-ZEN

SAIGAN TERROR

ZENOCIDE

DJ : LOVEJUICE