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You're so cold, but you feel alive.
Week 13, March 26 - April 1:
Second week of my internship; time flew by so fast and I had a lot to do with work and spent the free weekend studying in preparation for university. It felt like I actually did something productive that week. Unfortunately it all ended in a disaster on Sunday - well, live ain't easy. Being in the middle of nowhere without friends and internet for a certain time can be quite relaxing and relieving, but it's not always as easy as it seems. (Das Leben ist kein Olgashof.)
Soort voertuig: Reguliere ambulance
Roepnummer: 13-105
Post: Onze Lieve Vrouwen Gasthuis, Locatie Oost
Merk: Mercedes Sprinter Euro 6
Opbouw: Visser Leeuwarden
Bijzonderheden: Geen
Madelyn turns 13 in a month.. I can not believe it. Needless to say- every transition possible is happening to her.. NOW..
Love you sweetheart.. xo
Monday June 1st 1998
The strangest day of my life.
Today marks the first day of June - making it my thirteenth day on the road. It seems like I have been gone for months. It’s going to be so weird going home to the whole “Cold Spring routine” again. At least that’s still far off, so there’s no sense in even thinking about it. It will be good to see family and friends again, mom, Dave, Butch and N. It’s just going to take some time to get used to things again. I mean, I feel that I have changed so much in this short time. I feel that I have become stronger emotionally and have learned that some of the “ideals” that I have are not just in my head, but rather are tangible facts of reality that can be found in abundance on the road. Just look at Jenny, Cindy, Terry and all the others I have met - I didn’t know them before fate (or whatever) brought us together. We live thousands of miles apart in completely different realities, yet they thought and expressed some of the very same ideals as I have. In fact they exhibited those that I hold dearest; truth, strength of spirit, kindness and the ability to realize that there’s more to the world and life than what most people tell you. That is why I met them out here! They are “experiencing” life, throwing away the security of the modern world for a bit and venturing out into the unknown. And you know what? I bet they’ve found something in themselves that they never knew was there, and they found it out here. I know I have.
Today I woke up in Alamogordo, New Mexico. I decided on the spur of the moment that since I don’t know when I will have the chance again, that I would go over to Roswell and check out the whole extraterrestrial scene. I had fun. Talk about whacked out people. One guy who owned a small gift shop on the main drag near the “National UFO Museum” tried talking me into becoming a “believer.” I wanted to tell him to get a life - but I wasn’t raised that way, ha ha. I hung around there for a few hours then headed back through Lincoln County where I got to see the town of Lincoln where Billy The Kid lived. I took an amazing road through the Andres Mtns overlooking White Sands and stopped and listened to the wind as the clouds pushed across the sky. I even came across an Apache Reservation where I met the pastor of the Catholic Mission who has a brother in Marist College - I was dumbfounded. He was painting the white picket fence out front and threw me enough money for a tank of gas after I helped him carry some old equipment and load it into his pick-up for disposal. Again, the coincidences of the road and good karma.
Tomorrow I plan on heading into the mountains towards the Gila Cliff Dwellings, then north to Albuquerque. It promises to be a great few days.
but the day wasn't over yet...
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Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere
My bag's all packed in case they ever come for me
Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies
Got witnesses to what the Government denies
So I'm headed down to Roswell to wait and see
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If your wondering what the heck this is all about, go here.
To keep track of progress on a map - here.
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I have to make a confession...it's a silly one. I was a 21 year old traveling alone, and you know what? In the darkness of night, when I woke up in total void and silence - the thought of UFOs scared the shit out of me! But the night was about to take a turn for the surreal...
Sabine Mondestin ( Nemesis Sekhmet) and Marie West ( Athena)
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Este fin de semana, nuestra perrita Nala cumplió ya 13 años con nosotros, este ultimo año ha sido complicado para ella por salud pero nunca ha dejado de ser feliz y nosotros la seguimos amando con todo.
It's official. I am the mother of a teenager. I feel like I'm just not tall enough to ride this roller coaster.
She wanted chocolate cupcakes with chocolate cream cheese frosting so I whipped these up for her today. And yes, they taste as good as they look. She's content with her new I-Pod right now. It was a good day. Good night/day to you all wherever you may be!
The Cornfield - 13
Another closeup of a wheat ear ... this time I prefered color because of the nice yellow/blue contrast.
FULL VIEW - WHAT ELSE ...
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Location: Laafeld
Date: June 02nd, 2007
Light Conditions: Sunny
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"Au bord de la faillite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
C'est Paris qui m'habite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
Le téléphone est éteint
Le téléphone est éteint
Le téléphone est éteint
je ne répondrai jamais plus de rien
Je ne me sens pas très bien
Depuis la fin des années 80
Pourtant la vie est facile
Il suffit de baiser les gens droit dans les yeux
Mais j'ai le sommeil fragile
De faire simplement bien quand je pourrais faire mieux
Et au bord de la faillite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
C'est Paris qui m'habite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
J'ai pas le refrain qui en dit long
Seulement quelques mots brisés dans la gorge
J'fais pas le malin sous les néons
Comme je lui mets ma folie dans la gorge
Si l'alcool fort est coupé aux larmes
C'est que ça va pas vraiment femme
Parfois j'ai besoin d'un sac en craft
Quand simplement respirer devient un effort
Et au bord de la faillite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
C'est Paris Paris qui m'habite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
Quand j'ai mal, j’ai mal, j'ai mal, j'ai mal,j'ai mal partout
Quand j'ai mal, j’ai mal, j'ai mal, j'ai mal,j'ai mal partout
Ho ça va pas du tout
J'ai plus jamais de gout
Ho ça va pas du tout, j'irai pas jusqu'au bout
Et au bord de la faillite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
C'est Paris Paris qui m'habite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
Quelques années en Erasmus
A sauter jupes lycéennes
Je ne demandais pas vraiment plus
Qu'un dernier volcan bouillant dans les veines
Je rêvais de remplir des salles
Pas de remplir des verres dans mon salon
Comme un con d'avant l'intégrale
D'une série, la main dans le pantalon
Et au bord de la faillite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
C'est Paris qui m'habite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
Au bord de la faillite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
C'est Paris qui m'habite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
Quand j'ai mal, j’ai mal, j'ai mal, j'ai mal, j'ai mal partout
Quand j'ai mal, j’ai mal, j'ai mal, j'ai mal, j'ai mal partout
je pourrais mais pourtant
J'fais plus jamais l'effort
Je n'aime plus trop les gens
J'm'ennuie comme un rat mort
Dans mon appartement
J'fais plus jamais l'effort
Je sais plus depuis quand
J'ai pas mis le nez dehors
Et au bord de la faillite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
Au bord de la faillite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
Ça va déjà mieux ça va vite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
Au bord de la faillite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
Au bord de la faillite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies
Ça va déjà mieux ça va vite
Je continue d'écrire des poésies..."
Chaton
chiang mai, thailand
1972
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In Mayan culture, the number 13 was considered to be of special significance and many of the structures at Chichen Itza feature repetitions of images in this number. This building, the largest of the Classical Period (600 – 950 AD) architecture is known as “The Nunnery”. The early Spanish explorers gave it this name (Las Monjas) because the building has many doorways that reminded them of monastery cells.
This structure is actually not believed to be a temple but a royal palace. The face of the building is covered with intricate carvings with a focus on the Rain God “Chac”. The side entrance shown in this image includes 13 images of Chac, 8 on the bottom level, 4 on the top and the whole side is a huge face with the door representing the mouth.
Las Monjas (The Nunnery)
Chichen Itza
Yucatan, Mexico
Nikon D7100
Tamron SP 10-24mm F/3.5-4.5 Di II
11mm @ f/16 – 1/500 sec – ISO 200
13.August 2010 gg. 22 Uhr Hohensaatener Straßen 18.
Berlin Hellersdorf.
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Sie passten den Moment ab und warteten, bis die Verkäuferinnen den Laden abschlossen. Jetzt war es nur noch möglich raus, aber nicht mehr rein zu kommen. Schnell zogen sie sich ihre Masken über, schritten zu Kasse und hielten den Angestellten eine Pistole vor die Gesichter. Anschließend flüchteten sie. Ob mit Beute ist nicht klar. .
Doch dieser Freitag der 13. sollte nicht ihr Glückstag werden, denn Zivilkräfte beobachteten beide Männer bereits seit Stunden. Und auch die Zivilkräfte der Berliner Polizei hatten Erfahrung und passten den richtigen Moment ab, bis sie zugriffen und die maskierten Männer festnahmen. .
Beide versuchten sich dabei zu wehren, mussten sich aber schließlich geschlagen geben. .
Die Waffe war schnell gefunden und auch die Masken saßen noch fest auf den Köpfen. .
Kurz nach 22 Uhr klickten bei beiden Männern schließlich die Handschellen. .
Wie in einem Krimi, das dachten sicher auch die Anwohner, die die Festnahme von ihren Fenstern aus beobachteten. .
Die Krimonalpolizei übernahm schließlich die Männer, die vorerst in die Gefangenensammelstelle gebracht wurden..
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Foto: Andreas Markus
AKA: Mini Mecha Madness!
AKA: I'm getting fucking old and this is my way of being a mature gentleman
I will have been on this planet for 31 years come May 13th - this is my online party and you're all invited.
What is happening?
See those 13 badasses above? They're going to battle to the death!
There can only be one! It's like Highlander yo!
How do you participate?
Vote with the favorite button to determine the warriors' fates and control the action!
You can favorite as many of these little fuckers as your heart desires and you can find all 13 in the set here. On the 13th I'll total up the favorites and declare which are the top 3 mechs and which is the last man standing in this thunderdome.
Why should you care?
Cause you can WIN FREE SHIT my lego homies!
The winning mech will be given away at random to one of it's admirers. I'll randomly pick one of the peeps whose favorite'd it and make an announcement. If you're the cunning type you could favorite all 13 for a guaranteed chance at winning the last standing mech.
The runners up will receive a signed and personalized STUDs trading card featuring yours truly. I haven't really figured out how many of these I'll do yet but figure I'll do a couple each for the 2nd and 3rd place mechs.
Where did this come from?
As if it's not totally apparent already I completely and shameless stole this concept from Matt "Monsterbrick" Armstrong. Matt is awesome and once I saw his underwater race I knew I needed to do a version with some hot mecha on mecha combat action.
Also apparently my camera is slowly dying. I blame Iron Builder.
The house in the brackground bugs me a lot. But everything else, the light, the flour, the movement looks just perfectly like I imagined it, when I planned this project.
for modorama.ru/kitchen.asp?id=696#
new restaraunt with nice interior:
www.the-village.ru/flows/spb/posts/106845-novoe-mesto-bar...