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—Ask me how deep the ocean is.
—Shut up.
—Come on, just ask me.
—Why?
—'Cause I know the answer.
— Oh! Do you?
—Yes, I do.
—How deep is the ocean?
—I'm not gonna say.
— I'm brokenhearted.
—The ocean is six miles deep.
—Good.
Hoy he visto "Submarine", una película de Richard Ayoade que os recomiendo. Al principio de la película sale la imagen de una playa con el nombre de la película (os dejo la original en los comentarios), y me ha gustado tanto que he buscado una foto mía que se pareciera y la he editado igual. Espero que os guste :-3
So latest jack pic ask to what music do we listen and I think it could be nice to answer here
Well, I got many favorites song but if need to select one it will be believer-imagine dragons cause it representes me with that thing about pain and blah blah blah, my favorite singer will be twenty øne piløts, I like their letters and melody (lane boy) also I like Shawn Mendez a little I like stitches and treat you better
Old song will be hooked and feeling or sweet dreams
A song that I want for make and edit is young god, gasoline and treat you better from Halsey and Shawn Mendez (savifrost, yep I have an obsession)
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Oorspronkelijk was dit voertuig gewoon brandweerrood, voorzien van watertank, motorspuit en HD haspel tussen de manschappencabine en de tank. Later is het voertuig voorzien van een nieuwe opbouw en is de wagen in "dessert" camouflage gespoten.
“So what is your story?” Nahla asked while idly and in bored fashion flipped through a random book sitting upon one of the desks.
“I’m just an Elf.” Solarawen replied, eyes shifted slightly over her left shoulder to the tiefling. “Don’t touch that.”
“Well, to look at you one would guess that but there is something a bit more about you. I see the scars along your shoulders and hands, what caused those?” Of course not listening to being told to stop touching things, she continued to flip through the pages while plopped into one of the not so comfortable wooden chairs. A soft protest of a squeak came from her shoulder where a small primate did it’s best to hide from the large white owl upon the elf's shoulder. Though Thalk’s golden eyes never left the small morsel’s position. Solarawen closed the book she had in her hands, a hesitant glance at the scars spoken of before she placed the book back and pulled another. “I mean, if I am going to be doing work for you the least you could do is give me a little information.”
“Information you would then turn and sell to someone else? After I am paying you gold to give me information on others?” Her tone did not sound accusatory, in fact it was rather even and blase throughout most of the conversations Nahla had with her.
“Gold is easy for me to come by,” A slight wave of the tiefling’s hand to dismiss the idea. “I’m curious and want a story instead. Your story. I mean, it isn’t like anyone is going to ask about you. No one even knows you yet nor do they probably care to. You’re just some random student so far. And even if they did, What would I tell them? A pretty elf had some curiosity but lacked the social skills to get to know them? I’d probably die and your story would die with me in the process of asking around. So why not? It is all the payment I am asking for. I’d say that is fair.” There was a sigh, that caused a smirk to curl on Nahla’s lips. She knew that sigh well enough to know she was about to get what was asked for.
A clap of the book and Solarawen turned around walking over to the table with an expression that Nahla couldn’t quite read. It wasn’t exactly annoyance nor was it amusement. In fact, something about it seemed almost sinister or devious in a way. That couldn’t be right, elves weren’t like that. So she thought.
“So what do you want to know?” The question posed as she settled down in a chair across the table. “About the scars? Or about where I am from? You have my name and my general information already. What is it you so desire that you would refuse gold in turn?” The tiefling licked her lips and leaned forward. The book in front of her was already forgotten and shoved to the wayside.
“Tell me about the scars. I’ve not seen scars like those before. How did you get them?”
“By meddling in magic before I was ready.” Nahla’s eyes squinted at the answer.
“Come on… More details, please.” Another sigh and the tiefling’s smile would grow to show her pointed teeth.
“When I was young I fell in love with a male who, in turn, fell in lust with me. All he wanted to do was have relations. Meanwhile I was trying to think of a future we both could have. Perhaps the naive nature of a younger self. While he was feeling me up, I was planning children and a home. I was daydreaming about how the introduction of him to my family would go. While that introduction got postponed time and time again. His choice of course. Until it could no longer be postponed because I was with a child.” Nahla raised a brow but was now intently listening.
“Everyone in Silverymoon knows my family are purists. Only elven blood in the family. As it turned out, my… choice in a male partner was not full elven blooded. He knew this of course, but chose to have his fun and when it came to the consequences… Well, he did not want to face the wrath of my mother for a child that would be… impure.” By this point of the story Nahla’s features changed slightly. Brows furrowed and head tilted with a hint of confusion in the expression on her face. She’d never heard of such a thing. The elves she had met throughout her life, at least the ones above ground, seemed to be tolerant if not loving of all life.
“So, this… partial elf decided that instead of facing down life as an outcast with me… because I would be exiled due to my child of course and lose everything. He decided to attempt to erase his mistake. To defend myself and my child I attempted to protect myself with magic I had not yet mastered. My mother caught us in the midst of battle and threw a chain lightning spell. She couldn’t have known what it would have done. At least I tell myself that. She was just trying to separate us. It killed him.” Solarawen nodded slightly. “And the baby. It went through one of my hands and out the other, which is where these scars came from. Instead of having me healed she insisted that the marks be left as a lesson. To what, I am not sure of. She claimed to not attempt magic without properly studying it first. Of which is true, had I studied it things might have gone differently. I might have chosen different spells or just misty stepped away and escaped with my and my baby’s life.” There was an awkward silence that followed before Solarawen stood back up and returned to the shelves she had been looking through already.
“I’m so sorry, Solarawen…”
“Don’t be. You now know I am not a simple naive elven maiden. Now, to business. I want to know of all the deity priests and priestesses within waterdeep. Just general information. I am not one for detailed stories.”
“As you wish.” Nahla stood up and brushed herself off. Though she agreed to it, she most likely would not seek out Solarawen again. Something about her didn’t seem right, and that instinct was what kept the orange haired tiefling intact for most of her life thus far. “You’ve a pleasant evening.” A polite bow of her horned head as she started to make her way out of the tower library. Thalk’s golden eyes stayed upon her and her little friend until they rounded the corner of a bookshelf.
“You too.” Solarawen muttered into yet another book. She was not a fool. She knew she’d never see the tiefling again. She’d have to find another way to gather information.
I have been asked if I ever shot the branch lines south and east of Fresno - I have, but only once or twice because these lines operated at night and I wasn't in Fresno during summer when longer days would have allowed some better coverage. I have few images that are any good and this is one, at South Greenwood Road. AT&SF GP-35 1428 rolls south for a nights work switching the packing houses on the Visalia District.
. . . to see the pink cast! Me out on the deck with all the junk out there! No mistaking the pink! :)
Many people ask, including myself "What did the original scene look like?"
I thought I would let everyone see the original shot of this particular post. A crop, elimination of two crows, add my signature, lighten the scene and that is it. OK. So thats all my eyes and Photoshop expertise will let me do.
Original is in first comment box below.
This is an ASK 13 glider, registration D-4681, short before touchdown at Braunschweig, Germany (EDVE). This upload kicks off a short series of aviation pictures I took in Braunschweig in summer 1999 and summer 2000.
Taken with a Nikon F4E and a Sigma 400/5.6 AF ED attached, Ektachrome Elite 100, digitized from a print.
For those interested some data of the Schleicher ASK 13:
General characteristics
Crew: Two
Length: 8.18 m (26 ft 10 in)
Wingspan: 16.00 m (52 ft 6 in)
Height: 1.6 m (5 ft 3 in)
Wing area: 17.5 m2 (188 ft2)
Aspect ratio: 14.6
Wing profile: Göttingen 535/549
Empty weight: 290 kg (640 lb)
Gross weight: 480 kg (1,060 lb)
Performance
Maximum speed: 200 km/h (125 mph)
Maximum glide ratio: 28
Rate of sink: 0.81 m/s (160 ft/min)
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Love Valley
The length of the Love Valley is 4900 meters. Although the entrance to the valley is not very suitable for vehicles, it is still accessible here. The moment you squeeze your teeth, you will be waiting for a beauty that will never regret you. Right after the landing, the water that comes in front will make your work difficult. However, the only time you have survived this short zone is to remove this pleasure. The most important feature of Cappadocia and the Love Valley and the elements that make this place wonderful are the fairy chimneys. Different sizes, colors, and even the impressive expression of light, these views will make you fall in love with yourself. It looks like the hats of the Smurfs we're fans of. Time travel between vineyards and fruit trees lasts approximately 2.5 hours. If you are accustomed to nature walks, you are sure to remember your moments happily after this region where you can finish in a short time with a slight tempo. But even if you say “I am not used to nature walking “, you will not even understand that you are tired of the beauty of the region. Whatever your choice, you will see it worth it.
This is another shot from the last batch of images from my D5100. Since I now switched to Canon as my 2.nd camera, I guess I will find out if it is the camera or the monkey behind it which causes problems.
The image was taken in Asker last week around sunset. I have previously posted a shot from this location which I like a lot.
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Due to the fact that the sun sets behind some hills, the glorious last rays can not be captured in Asker.
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I ask your indulgence twice.
First, I hope you will read this...please indulge me.
Second, an explanation of this photo needs your indulgence as well.
This has been a pretty bad year. From early spring the pandemic has dramatically limited...well...almost everything. My usual three-seasons daily driver, seen above, has remained parked and covered. Then, to add to the awfulness, on August 10 we had the almost armageddon-like inland hurricane -- derecho -- the 140mph winds of which destroyed so very much in my city. Driving a low-slung super sports car like this was LITERALLY impossible.
By my birthday, mid-October, we had already had three snowfalls, including one substantial one. These cars are not winter driving cars...nor are they much fun in the cold; we've already had too many sub-freezing temperatures.
So today...US election day...we got 'Indian Summer'. Temps into the 70s. Blue sky, bright sunshine. Who could resist taking the car out. Plus, by this date there are still likely to be some migrating waterfowl visiting the lake, so there I went, and had to take the car, top dropped.
Finally, over the last months we've been bombarded to the point of mania by all of the political advertisements and shenanigans. Getting out and escaping...first to the lake, and then on the road a bit...best medicine possible.
This weather is supposed to stay around for some days. Here's hoping. And I hope you enjoy the photo of of one my passions.
8:00 I made a snowman.
8:10 A feminist passed by and asked me why I didn’t make a snow woman.
8:15 So, I made a snow woman.
8:17 The nanny of the neighbours complained about the snow woman's voluptuous chest.
8:20 The gay couple living nearby grumbled that it could have been two snowmen instead.
8:25 The vegans at No. 12 complained about the carrot nose, as veggies are food and not to decorate snow figures with.
8:28 I am being called a racist because the snow couple is white.
8:31 The Muslim gent across the road wants the snow woman to wear a headscarf.
8:40 Someone calls the cops who show up to see what’s going on.
8:42 I am told that the broomstick of the snowman needs to be removed because it could be used as a deadly weapon. Things get worse after I mutter : "Yeah, if it's up your ass"
8:52 My phone is seized and thoroughly checked while I am being blindfolded and flown to the police station in a helicopter.
9:00 I'm on the news as a suspected terrorist bent on stirring up trouble during this difficult weather.
9:10 I am asked if I have any accomplices.
9:29 A little known jihadist group has claimed it was their plot.
MORAL: When it's this cold, stay inside.
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8:00 J'ai fait un bonhomme de neige.
8:10 Une féministe est passée et m'a demandé pourquoi je n'avais pas fait de femme des neiges.
8:15 Donc, j'ai fait une femme de neige.
8:17 La nounou des voisins se plaignait de la poitrine voluptueuse de la femme des neiges.
8:20 Le couple gay vivant à proximité a murmuré que cela aurait pu être deux bonhommes de neige à la place.
8:25 Les vegans du n ° 12 se sont plaints du nez de la carotte, car les légumes sont de la nourriture et non pour décorer les figurines de neige.
8:28 On m'appelle raciste parce que le couple de neige est blanc.
8:31 Le monsieur musulman de l'autre côté de la rue veut que la femme des neiges porte un foulard.
8:40 Quelqu'un appelle les flics qui se présentent pour voir ce qui se passe.
8:42 On me dit que le balai du bonhomme de neige doit être retiré car il pourrait être utilisé comme une arme mortelle. Les choses empirent après que je murmure: "Ouais, si c'est ton cul"
8:52 Mon téléphone est saisi et vérifié à fond alors que je suis bandé et transporté au poste de police par hélicoptère.
09:00 Je suis sur les nouvelles comme un terroriste soupçonné d'attiser les ennuis pendant ce temps difficile.
9:10 On me demande si j'ai des complices.
9:29 Un groupe djihadiste peu connu a prétendu que c'était leur complot.
MORALE : Quand il fait si froid, reste à l'intérieur.
I was at a small coffee shop and bakery and asked an employee what cupcake they'd recommend I buy, and this cute girl at a tabke that looked like a ray of sunshine said, "Get the S'mores cupcake! Very good!" So how could I refuse? It was delicious! I also asked her if I could take her photo and she gladly agreed. This is Martina and the world is a brighter place with her in it! This will be my second round of 100 Strangers as I did my first set back in 2011-2012.
This picture is #1 in my 100 Strangers Project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page.
Lel, It's been quite the work in progress, but I'm extremely happy to announce the completion of Andrew Somers MH-6 Little Bird, and boy oh boy it feels really good to cross something off my to do list, and especially to have something as freaking kick-ass as this little model, which is extremely accurate in every aspect including them swooshes. Anyone with questions about how to build the MH-6 please ask Andrew who I've tagged below.
I asked Chat GPT if - based on historical data and cost benefit, including environmental considerations, should the Gordon Dam have been built?
ChatGPT Response 18.3.24
Assessing whether the Gordon Dam should have been built requires considering various factors, including historical data, cost-benefit analyses, and environmental considerations. Here's an evaluation of some key points:
Energy Production: The Gordon Dam contributes to Tasmania's hydroelectric power generation, which has historically been a significant source of renewable energy. Hydroelectricity is relatively clean compared to fossil fuels, which aligns with environmental objectives to reduce greenhouse gas emissions.
Economic Benefits: The dam has provided economic benefits through electricity generation, job creation during construction and operation, revenue generation from power sales, and potential tourism opportunities. These economic benefits are important for regional development and energy security.
Environmental Impacts: However, the construction of the dam resulted in significant environmental impacts, including habitat destruction, alteration of river ecosystems, and loss of biodiversity. These environmental costs must be weighed against the economic benefits of the project.
Cultural Considerations: The flooding caused by the dam submerged culturally significant areas, including Indigenous heritage sites. This raises ethical questions about the impact on local communities and cultural heritage.
Long-term Sustainability: In the context of climate change and increasing awareness of environmental conservation, there is growing recognition of the importance of preserving natural ecosystems and minimizing human impacts. In hindsight, there might have been alternative approaches or technologies that could have achieved similar energy goals with fewer environmental costs.
Public Opinion: Public attitudes toward dam construction have evolved over time, with increasing emphasis on environmental protection and sustainability. Retroactively, the decision to build the Gordon Dam might face greater scrutiny and opposition given current environmental awareness and values.
Considering these factors, the decision to build the Gordon Dam was likely based on the prevailing economic and energy priorities at the time, with less emphasis on environmental considerations compared to contemporary standards. In hindsight, with greater awareness of environmental impacts and alternative energy technologies, the decision might have been different. However, it's essential to recognize that historical contexts and priorities shape decision-making, and evaluating past projects must consider the circumstances of the time.
Uzak Aşk
Göremezsin sevdiğini
Koklayamazsın, sevemezsin
Elini saçlarına atıp okşayamazsın
Gözlerine bakıp hayallere dalamazsın
Elini tutup umuda doğru koşamazsın
Başın sevdasıyla dönerken yarin
Dizine koyup rahatlayamazsın
Beraberce bağırarak türkü söyleyemezsin
Dünyaya sevdiğini haykıramazsın
Kısacası sevdiğinle hiç bir şey yaşayamazsın
Sadece kalpleriniz birdir
Hayalleriniz birdir
Gönüller birdir.
Sevgiler birdir
İşte bu dur uzaktakini sevmek!
the pimp chronicles
Pub: XVII
8/16/10
Yesterday in particular I was being an impatient asshole all day.
Yeah, sometimes Chloe doesn't listen. Well actually she loves to ask again when I say no. I find this increasingly annoying if it doesn't stop. Then she'll cry and I'll get annoyed that she is crying over something so trivial. So then that usually leads to me telling her to stop crying. Which may or may not perpetuate the situation.
But yesterday I was in an unusually bad mood. I think I apologized to Chloe three times during the day.
But here's the kicker.
I'm being a cocksucker, thinking to myself this kid must be hating life with me right now. And we're walking from the car coming back from the lake with these thoughts running through my head. The kid goes to me:
"You're the best daddy in the whole world EVER!"
And I'm standing there walking looking down like "really?"
I guess I wasn't as bad as I thought I was being. However after every apology of my dickhood yesterday, the babe did not offer any rebuttal. Which is her way of agreeing with my admittance of the shitty attitude.
However the cool thing about my babe? Forgives easily. I don't know if it's a kid thing or a Chloe thing or a Chloe/Daddy thing. But I could seemingly do anything and apologize to her after the fact and I'll usually get a "that's okay Daddy!". I'm thinking I probably SHOULD be getting something like, "Yeah DAD, and go find me 5 sticks outside, PRONTO! You have 5 minutes, that's 1 minute per stick DAD, now GO!".
No but seriously I always make note to apologize to Chloe if I acted irrational. Which I can do often as I have been an impatient person since as long as I can remember. Although I am NOT the apologetic type unless a situation seriously calls for it.
Chloe likes to waste my tape and make inventions. Today she made a microphone on the end of a stick with a ball of duct tape. She took a string and a broken clothes hanger and made it a fishing rod too. And let me tell ya people, she was entirely proud of the very first microphone fishing rod. I have to say, the kid is on to something.
I found this picture as seen browsing through my archives. I can't believe I almost let this one slip away. It may be my favorite picture of Chloe and I that I've ever come across. I was so happy to find this hiding in my computer. I could stare at this picture forever and more.
That dear world is my daughter Chloe. This photo is for me the perfect representation of our love for each other at this stage in her life. That talkative sweet bossy sympathetic whiney happy determined driven bratty and sweet little girl fucking ROCKS. Kid teeth and the whole damn package.
I love you babestar!
€Θnάịм ₮ђú ૭$
7 cans deep, first one ive been happy with for a while,looks like a late halloween!
ill tune,ill fvideo
Sevdin mi?
Diller susup gözler konuşmalıydı önce
Yalnızlıklar insafa gelip yol vermeliydi aşklara
Sevdin mi?
onu düşünmeliydin onsuzken bile onu özlemeliydin ...
Özlemek kalbine vurgun etmeliydi
Sevinmeliydin güne uyanırken
aynı şehirde olmanın, aynı duyguları paylaşmanın tutkusunu yaşamalıydın
Gözyaşı düşecek olsa gözünden taşan o damla yaş sen olmalıydın...
Dertleriyle dertlenmeyi bilmeliydin..
Birbirlerini tamamlamalıydı aşıklar , hatalarını örtmeliydi
Yüzüne vurmak, anlamsız tartışmalarla boğuşmak yerine,
Bir lokmayı paylaşmalıydı, bencil olmamamalıydılar...
Ağızlara sakız gibi yaşanmamalıydı aşklar...
Sadakat tohumları yeşermeliydi zamana inat
Kırgınlıklar hasta ziyareti gibi olmalıydı
ansızın gelip geçmesini bilmeliydi
Yıllar satır satır roman olmalıydı günün birinde birlikte okumalıydılar hayatı
Çalan şarkı da onlar olmalıydı ...
Ne aşıklar vardı ayrılığa mahkum ama kalpler sabırlıydı
iki ülkenin dikenli telleri gibi
Ayrılıkları aşka gölge düşürmemiş sevdalar vardı...
Güven; salıncağını asla terk etmemeliydi ; sevda eşlik etmeliydi...
Gözler birbiriyle buluştuğu vakit uzun uzadıya seyre dalmalıydı ...
Heyecanları birlikte aynı adımlarle keşfetmeliydiler..
Bunaltmamalıydı sevgi; mutluluklar filizlenmeliydi gönülde...
Artık sevgiler iki günlük samimiyetsizliklerle savaşıyor
Gurursa gardını almış güya sevdayı bekliyor
Evlilikler susuz topraklar gibi çatırdıyor
Çok aşıktım çok sevdim diyorlar yalan oluyorlar
Kırgınlıklar öyle uzuyor ki ölüm kadar insanı boğuyor...
İki sevgili bir bakıyorsun bağırarak kavga ediyorlar
Sevdanın seviyesi düşürüldükçe düşürülüyor
"Sevgi" Yabancı bi kelimeymiş gibi idrak ediliyor
Hala bir yerlerde sevdanın temeli olmalı
Sevmenin sevilmenin saygınlığı biliniyor olmalı
Varsa bir yerlerde böyle sevgi
sevmeyi gerçekten bilenlere ithafen...
ya yaşanmıştır ..
ya da küllenmiştir sevda...
rüzgara karışmıştır...
yada bir yerler de yaşanmak
Senle yaşlanmak için seni bekliyordur
kimbilir...
qamzeli...
YALNIZ BİR OPERA
Ölü bir yılan gibi yatıyordu aramızda
Yorgun, kirli ve umutsuz geçmişim
Oysa bilmediğin birşey vardı sevgilim
Ben sende bütün aşklarımı temize çektim
İmrendiğin, öfkelendiğin
Kızdığın, ya da kıskandığın diyelim
Yani yaşamışlık sandığın
Geçmişim
Dile dökülmeyenin tenhalığında
Kaçırılan bakışlarda
Gündeliğin başıboş ayrıntılarında
Zaman zaman geri tepip duruyordu.
Ve elbet üzerinde durulmuyordu.
Sense kendini hala hayatımdaki herhangi biri sanıyordun,
Biraz daha fazla sevdiğim, biraz daha önem verdiğim.
Başlangıçta doğruydu belki.
Sıradan bir serüven, rastgele bir ilişki gibi başlayıp,
Günden güne hayatıma yayılan, varlığımı ele geçiren,
Büyüyüp kök salan bir aşka bedellendin.
Ve hala bilmiyordun sevgilim
Ben sende bütün aşklarımı temize çektim
Anladığındaysa yapacak tek şey kalmıştı sana
Bütün kazananlar gibi
Terk ettin.
...
NIM and hear Session #41: Ask èm Y - 22.02.2024 - Jazzit Musik Club Salzburg
www.jazzfoto.at/konzertfotos24/_nim-and-hear-ask-em-y-41/...
Besetzung:
Yu Miao: guzheng, electronics
Angelina Ertel: flutes, voice, gemshorn
Stefan Krist: trombone, voice, sound objects
Wang Meng: live visuals
She asked if she could ride the bike, and he said yes
Added for the October 2008 Monthly Scavenger Hunt pool - Easy Rider