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My copy of Bowie's 'Blackstar' arrived today and I can't bear the idea of listening to it.

RIO DE JANEIRO, 13.02.2021 - Jogo entre Blackstar Unisociesc e Flamengo/ Blumenau válido pelo Campeonato Brasileiro Adulto 2021 no Ginásio Oscar Zelaya, Botafogo, Rio de Janeiro, RJ. Foto: Diego Maranhão/ Brand/ Divulgação CBB

Yesterday David Bowie died.

First I was shocked, and than I got a bit mad, when the thought had settled I was proud of the man - that's to the way to go.

I'm spinning his latest record again and again.

"Something happened on the day he died

Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside

Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried

I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar"

Blackstar, David Bowie

www.youtube.com/watch?v=kszLwBaC4Sw

Prototype of the Blackstar Arms rifle, a project I was working on with some friends in 2006. Ares Defense took this same idea and just this year (2014) introduced the Ares SCR, which as you can see is pretty much the same thing.

There has been a lot of excitement in the last couple years about 3D printed guns. Well, we were doing it in 2006, as you can see from the photo.

Because it is illegal for a non-licensed manufacturer to manufacture and sell a firearm, and of course the service bureaus we used were not licensed FFLs, we were careful to send them designs for incomplete or "80%" receivers, which one of the partners would complete on his home mill.

This rifle was actually used in 3Gun competition.

Prototype of the Blackstar Arms rifle, a project I was working on with some friends in 2006. Ares Defense took this same idea and just this year (2014) introduced the Ares SCR, which as you can see is pretty much the same thing.

There has been a lot of excitement in the last couple years about 3D printed guns. Well, we were doing it in 2006, as you can see from the photo.

Because it is illegal for a non-licensed manufacturer to manufacture and sell a firearm, and of course the service bureaus we used were not licensed FFLs, we were careful to send them designs for incomplete or "80%" receivers, which one of the partners would complete on his home mill.

This rifle was actually used in 3Gun competition.

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Remamian Takashi creeks open the door to the garrison bunks she yawns and adjusts her pants pulling them up higher. She reaches into her pocket pulling out the all to familiar black box as a smoke lifts from within. She looks at it with a humph as its the last one she has. Lighting it up the smell of cinnamon fills the room as her eyes dart over to the two sitting ont he couch. she belts out with a raspy just woke up voice "Well, nother day... wonder if roamans gonna hop on the singles section of the local newspaper..."

Tarin Perian is slow to settle, apparently -wanting - the hug, but not real sure how to ..accept it. "You mean my head space? Yeah...I'm okay with that. Sel and I saw a lot worse in the Facilities. Had worse done to us too. I think I'm mostly pissed because I need better hand to hand skills. I -suck- at that and it almost cost us..." she glances over her shoulder at Taiyou and sits up a little straighter. "Ma'am."

Rick Hauser raises an eyebrow and shifts a bit in the couch cushion, "Facilities? What facilities? You got to remember, I've been in the uncivilized world since the war..." He'll then glance back at this Taiyou he's heard a lot about, "Hey there... Rick Hauser, new FNG. And are those the cigarettes that taste like Christmas? Nevermind that, nice to finally meet you."

Remamian Takashi drags heavily on the black smoke hanging from her mouth she eyes the male and chuckles every so slightly "So we pay you to sit around a hit on the support do we?" speaking mildly to the affection she saw, she then continues "I suggest you learn a bit more respect, your speaking to an Exectutive Officer son. Wouldnt be so coy" she walks over and around to the front of the couch leaning over in front of tarin and reaching out to touch her nose "I like the new look" she pauses "You'll be fine just stay away from any fists" a grin etches across her face as she queries to the young girl "So please praytell, ive herd very little of what your expertiese is, mind filling me in?"

Tarin Perian pulls back a little from the reaching finger and looks up at Taiyou. "He's not hitting on me, ma'am. Just being comforting, is all." She shifts her butt as if to move away from Rick a little more, then decides shifting just fucking hurts, so stays still. "Um..my skills, ma'am? Or Ricks?"

Rick Hauser leans back a bit and raises an eyebrow, "Well, Ma'am... Everyone else seemed pretty laid back. Seen no saluting so far. As for paying me to sit on my ass and hit on the youth, I just got back from a guard posting, and the kid needed a hug. She's a non-combatant after all." He then les out a sigh, "My skills? Counter-terrorism, reconnaissance, close quarter combat, guerilla warfare... I'm good in a lot of things, but I'm particularly adept at the surveillance and reconnaissance aspects. Former Sergeant in the U.S. Army's 1st SFOD-D."

Remamian Takashi leans back and slips her hand into her front pocket pulling out her pda, her finger go to work typing a text and sends it out thusly returing her gaze to Tarin "Yes, yours" she says more or less ignoring the girls statment of comfort. Her eyes dart over to the gentleman before she blows a puff in his general direction stating "Well, it may have become laid back since i was last here but that doesnt neglect the fact that i am your superior office and whereas others might not care for it, i /do/ require proper respect. If you have an issue with that i dont care" she steps a few feet closer looking at him "Do you have anything else you would like to say?... Opperator?"

Tarin Perian glances from Taiyou to Rick and then answers. "Coms Specialist is my assignment, ma'am. I'm good at intel analysis and...coms traffic. Give me something wired and I'll make it sing in ways it wasn't originally intended." She wets her lips. "I'm also exceptional at weapons - but as is pretty obvious, I -suck- at hand to hand combat. Sniper? Sure. Boxing match?" She points to her face. "Epic phail." She starts to say something else, then covers it with a wince as she wraps an arm lightly around her ribs.

Rick Hauser shakes his head and rolls his shoulder a bit, "No, Ma'am... I'll show you respect, you guys seem like you're a good outfit, even though my first day here was with one of your fuck-ups. I'm a professional though, not a grunt... Oh, one other thing..." He digs around in his pocket and produces a cigarette and plops it in his mouth, "May I have a light, Ma'am?"

Remamian Takashi turns avoiding his queried action entirely she looks forward away from the two as she speaks in a sarcastically annoyed tone "Well, as far as your proffessionalism id raise your bar if i were you. Ill be making sure to mention to the Commander how to give proper respect to a superior officer." she continues to face forward as she glances over to Tarin planly stating "Ill be sending you over to the mainland shortly to help me address the issues with communication systems there. Aparently the situation at hand was not cived there and it wasnt until Opperator Coage phoned me was anyone there informed" she nods "Good-day to you" she says directly to tarin "I must see to other matter before i return to the main office" with that she walks twords the door if she wasnt spoken to further she would head into the elevator and out of sight

Tarin Perian snaps her gaze to Taiyou and blurts. "Mainland? Um..Ma'am...You might need to ask Commander Ro and XO Jenna about that. I'm supposed to be working on a couple of..um..projects. Not that I'm not willin' to help and all, but..." she out a hand, palm up. "I still don't have my ..offocial...papers either." Fake ones? Yeah. BlackStar Official ones? Um..not quite.

Rick Hauser shrugs to Tarin and says quietly, "I wasn't aware that there were saluting standards..." He then gets up and pulls out his cheap plastic lighter, and says to Tarin, "Catch you later, kiddo... I need to dirty up a few clothes of mine and check on the kid." Hell the head down the elevator as well when it came back up.

Remamian Takashi continues to walk and out the door as she glances over her shoulder and lifts a hand "Technicalities that can be remmidied, Ill make it happen, you just be ready" she then heads into the elevator and the doors close cutting through the a puff of smoke

Tarin Perian stares at the doors. "Fuck...fuck fuck fuck..."

The Blackstar All-Stars' performed a Tribute to David Bowie at The Ready Room on March 25, 2016. Participating bands included 7 Shot Screamers, Karate Bikini, Tory Z Starbuck, Giant Monsters on The Horizon, Lonely Mountain String Band, Aquitaine, Eric Hall, and CaveofswordS.

Photo by Colin Suchland.

Avril Lavigne - Black Star Perfume Photoshoot June 2009

Business cards for Czech production agency BLACKSTAR Media

Glasspiegelung - the photographer and the model

We are all still shocked and endlessly sad about David's passing and unavailing fight against the cancer.

The Meistersaal/ master hall/ former Hansa Studio 2/ "the big hall by the wall" will open its doors on this Friday 15. January 2016 at 12:00 CET for all fans & friends. Just some days ago we were celebrating David's birthday and BLACKSTAR ★ album release at the same venue.

Now we have to say goodbye to the true CHAMELEON of pop music.

Thanks to everyone who takes the time to view, comment, and fave my photo.

A paint-a-box tribute to the great David Bowie by the talented artist "Lit" Nicoletta Faltracco.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=njxf00KU_EU

www.linkedin.com/in/nicoletta-faltracco-83546942/en

David Bowie, yeni albümü Blackstar için gün sayarken, albümden Lazarus’a çektiği videoyu yayınladı.

www.sosyokultur.com/david-bowieden-yeni-klip-lazarus/

The Blackstar All-Stars' performed a Tribute to David Bowie at The Ready Room on March 25, 2016. Participating bands included 7 Shot Screamers, Karate Bikini, Tory Z Starbuck, Giant Monsters on The Horizon, Lonely Mountain String Band, Aquitaine, Eric Hall, and CaveofswordS.

Photo by Colin Suchland.

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Prototype of the Blackstar Arms rifle, a project I was working on with some friends in 2006. Ares Defense took this same idea and just this year (2014) introduced the Ares SCR, which as you can see is pretty much the same thing.

There has been a lot of excitement in the last couple years about 3D printed guns. Well, we were doing it in 2006, as you can see from the photo.

Because it is illegal for a non-licensed manufacturer to manufacture and sell a firearm, and of course the service bureaus we used were not licensed FFLs, we were careful to send them designs for incomplete or "80%" receivers, which one of the partners would complete on his home mill.

This rifle was actually used in 3Gun competition.

BlackStar:On the Road于04/10/2012from 08/27/2011 to 09/10/2011“离开灯光璀璨的街道就是黑暗，黑暗的尽头是光明，我非走不可。”―― 杰克·凯鲁亚克我非走不可。从东到西，从西到东。每次都是这几个字，每一次再出发。他们生活简单，不修边幅，奇装异服，厌弃工作和学业，拒绝承担任何社会义务，浪迹天涯，蔑视社会秩序，反对世俗陈规和垄断资本统治，地址对外侵略和和宗族隔离，讨厌机器文明，他们永远寻求新的刺激，寻求绝对自由，纵欲，吸毒，沉沦。一次次挑战传统价值标准。他们看起来是那么的嬉皮士，那么地流浪汉一般，似乎无论世界哪一个明亮的角落，都没有办法容的下这样的身影。就像那个永远没有找到的老迪安莫里亚蒂。直到整本书快要读完的时候，我才慢慢感觉到这样垮掉的一代垮掉的身体里面从未垮掉的灵魂。垮掉的一代的产生，跟当时的社会环境一脉相承，或者说，完全是当时的社会形势的产物。二战后的美国，国力强盛，经济发达，一个全球化的时代已经初见端倪。但是，物质上的爆炸式增长并没有让一个自由的灵魂感到满足，相反，在物质的挤压下，个人的感受被压迫了，被忽略了。很多年轻的人感到了迷惘，感到了生命失去了意义。他们的行为之所以垮掉了，是因为他们在巨大的迷惘面前没有麻木，在寻找不到解脱之前无处可逃，无法解脱。所以，垮掉的只是表面上的行为，没有垮掉的是他们的精神。可以说他们迷惘，他们混乱，他们放纵欲望，还是自暴自弃，没有社会责任感。萨尔凭借他的稿费，迪安凭借他的打工费，完完全全可以在那个年代过上安稳舒服或是玩世不恭的日子。他们做了什么：没有目的的派对，深陷矛盾和孤独，不断使自己陷入异乡的落魄，也激情万丈，唱着歌，跳着舞，朗诵着诗歌，也欺骗甚至盗窃，吸食毒品，分享一切体验，跟不同的女人交换并许下海誓山盟的诺言......白天黑夜，他们最快乐的时候，却是踩足了油门在风中驰骋，睁大了眼睛看着外面世界，看赤道线附近那些与世隔绝的孩子们清澈的眼神。迪安到底在找寻什么。老迪安？还是自由，还是牵挂的萨尔。能真切触摸到的，是三千英里凄凉的路途，路途，就是生活。无数次死里逃生，挣扎，矛盾，阴暗，疯狂，奔放的真实。我不得不承认，即便堕落，他们也敢于面对黑暗，更敢于在烈日下奔跑，哪怕耗尽最后一分体力，也不能忍受新泽西上空燥热的空气。当内心比身体更渴望上路的时候，他们的灵魂就能冲破一切束缚。要说疯狂，我只能说我在毕业之后需要我为人生的下一个转折点操心奔波的时候完完全全抛开一切杂念离开了13天。横跨东西海岸的旅行，是我最不后悔的决定。古老的工业古城匹兹堡，超现代与艺术家的殿堂芝加哥，仅以玉米田为亮丽风景线的大中部，拥有最炙热神秘色彩的犹他，孕育着千奇地灵生命的落基山脉，四季常青环保安宁的波特兰，依山傍水的浪漫西雅图.....现在再回想起来的时候，那些细节已经渐渐模糊，只是在我翻看着那50多G的照片的时候又会想起的酸甜苦辣。每过一处风景，恰似一幅铺开的历史长卷。东部的现代激进，中部的保守，中西部的原始自然，西部的悠哉游哉，每个地方的人都描述着他们眼中的世界，每个灵魂里都夹杂了不同的追求与梦想。每个州都是那么风格迥异，从祖上就开始生存和依赖的土地与文化，是人们脸上不尽相同的眼神与表情，是空气里最真实的食物气味与自然气息。真是后悔上路之前没有做更多的研究，了解他们更多的历史与文化，或许我可以看见更多不一样的东西。站在几十米被千古沙尘风化的拱桥之下，就连手中最大的广角镜也难以在脚下的一个地点将其完美的囊括。仰望着这岁月漂洗过的天然艺术品，我显得是那么的渺小。不由想到张爱玲说过，时间与空间一样，有它的值钱地段，也有大片的荒芜。当漫天的星星划过天际，当我轻轻攀爬到两扇大地之窗的脚下坐下，当一弯皎洁的月光透过云层在最后一瞬恰好将它照亮时，仿佛也照亮了我心中对星空的无限幻想。我屏住呼吸，轻轻按掉快门线。那一首歌的时间的等待，刚好放的是Jordin Sparks的worth the wait.人生，不就像窗外变幻的风景，从一个地方，到另一个地方。我们带着各种心情滋味走过的4000mile，不是从西到东5个多小时的飞行航线可以取代的距离，我们所经历的，也绝不仅仅是旅行。每一次抬头看见墙上密歇根湖日出的大照片，我就可以想起那个双眼疼痛浑身快要散架的清晨，想起那些，让我满鞋黄沙还是不顾一切向太阳升起的方向奔跑的快乐与感动。那是大自然的表情。让我平静，敬畏并感动的表情，也是让我喜欢上风景题材的原因。想起阿甘。想起鲍勃迪伦。想起天地玄黄里的无数个镜头。我们没有理想，流浪没有方向。只是梦中的麦田，守着一片金黄。那永远到不了的远方，在路上，和我唱，这一首歌。如果我有方向，那就是远方。钢铁是怎样炼成，流浪不靠坚强。如果我有枪，早就上了镗。如果能得到玫瑰，我只留下方向。总是梦中麦田，守着每一片金黄。丧失我的理想，用生命把它埋葬。总是梦中麦田，守着每一片金黄。丧失我的理想，用生命把它埋葬。对于生活，每个人都有不一样的定义，对于精彩，每个人都有不同的标准。羡慕他人有着不平凡经历的时候，是否想过那样的生活真正属于自己，是否真正的热爱，真正愿意倾其所有，像追逐朝阳和夕阳一样不顾一切地和转瞬即逝的时间赛跑。在我的无边无尽的想象里，我真希望，这样的奔跑，永无止息。“于是，在美国太阳下了山，我坐在河边破旧的码头上，望着新泽西上空的长天，心里琢磨那篇一直绵延到西海岸的广袤的原始土地，那条没完没了的路，一切怀有梦想的人们，我知道这是Iowa州允许孩子哭喊的地方，一定有孩子在哭喊，我知道今夜可以看到许多星星，你知不知道熊星座就是上帝？今夜金星一定低垂，在祝福大地的黑夜完全降临之前，把它的闪闪光点洒落在草原上，使所有的河流变得暗淡，笼罩了山峰，掩盖了海岸，除了衰老以外，谁都不知道谁的遭遇。这时候我想起了迪安莫里亚蒂，我甚至想起了我们永远没有找到的老迪安莫里亚蒂，我真想迪安莫里亚蒂。”道路，就是生活，生活，就是要走的路。我还年轻，我渴望上路。你的负担将变成礼物。你受的苦将照亮你的路。 来自http://dd.mu/+Ou7=N

CaptainJenna Gravois stepped into the TOC, in agony. She glanced down at something odd. Jenna thought to herself, "Did I just...piss myself? What...the...fuck?" Jenna got a really screwed up vibe from the scene, "Hello? Hey where the hell is everybody?" She drew her .45, already cocked and ready to fire...another sharp agonizing pain...and her hand crushed the guard of the gun. It might fire if need be, and it might not after that. Her eyes clinched tightly shut then opened wide. Taiyou had said that it was Roma...was that true? If it was...then her 'daughter's' were in trouble. She gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to crumple to her knees, "Girls?" she said weakly.

Leigh Parx (Kayleigh Jigsaw) spun on her heel hearing Roma's comment. Her braid whipped behind her. Pink bow and all. As she moved her gun freed itself from the holster and was pointed in Roma's direction. The actual meaning of the conversation was lost on her at the moment, though the tone of the comments had her on alert. She faltered slightly as her gaze fell on Roma. She trusted Roma. This wasn't right.

Esha Rajal started to turn upon hearing Roma's words, "Oh, -there- you a..." She stopped to stare at the woman with the gun. "Ahh... -shit-!" she yelled, ducking low and grabbing for her own gun at the same time.

Roma Paule's aim follows Leighs' movements with pinpoint accuracy, and fires at the girl's gun hand before turning to fire at Esha's left thigh. Those in the room might realize that this ditzy redhead has also been on hell of a skilled actress this past year. "Drop them."

Jonathon Coage catches his breath on the elevator as he silently walks out, his rifle raised, his eyes down the barrel of the scope. His training is in full gear now, years as a spook, he *is* a ghost. His family is in harms way, he's never been more focused or motivated in his life. He silently moves past the TOC door, slowly closing it behind gim and raising his weapon again, sweeping the area in front of him. He sees Jenna and slowly, quietly creeps to the left and watches for a moment. He hears Roma and the gunfire and freezes in place and out of sight, waiting.

CaptainJenna Gravois held her gun up, hand stuck in the metal and plastic crushed by her grip, but trigger finger still free. She gasped, "My ... girls ..." the screamed out as the pain only intensified, "It's Roma!!!! Shoot that bitch!!!!" She loved her little Parx girl and knew she had trained her well enough to handle a gun. Would she pull the trigger, "My," she huffed, damn near blinded from the agony, "girls." 'Get up soldier,' her brain cried out, but this was the first time her body would not and could not comply. She pressed against the wall, and slid very slowly forward, inches at a time.

Tarin Perian screams at the gunfire. "GET HER NOW! GET HERE DAMMIT! SHE"S GONNA FUCKING KILL US!"

Leigh Parx (Kayleigh Jigsaw) felt the searing pain of the bullet graze her hand and the gun dropped instantly clattering to the floor with a good thunk. Leigh was stunned slightly and just looked from her gun to her hand to Roma with confusion. "You..... scratched my gun." She blinked a couple of times and once she snapped out of it would likely get pissed and go for a tackle.

Esha Rajal was hit directly in the left thigh by the woman and fell over onto her side clutching her leg in pain as she screamed, "WHAT THE FU-OWWWW!!" She wasn't just hurt, she was -pissed-, her gun on the floor between herself and the door.

CaptainJenna Gravois looked back and saw Jon, "Save my girls," she choked the words free of her lips as she tried to pry her hand free from the useless hunk of metal stuck to her hand.

Roma Paule turns her aim to Tarin after her outburst, knowing she'd taken Tarin's only visible gun. "If you like." She says simply. "All of you, in the corner, left of the desks. MOVE!" She'd heard Jenna, she knew they were coming...mentally she calculates bullets to BlackStar, and tries to prep a plan to get out befor ethe whole team returns.

Tarin Perian looks to Esha and Leigh, then slowly gets to her feet. "You are a fucking lunatic, lady." she offers in a soft hiss and moves to Esha, asking softly. "Hey...lemme help, okay?" She looks up at Leigh, then back at Esha, thinking she might be the worst hurt one here.

Leigh Parx (Kayleigh Jigsaw) just looked at Roma slightly dumbfounded. Her brain still focused on the fact she was pissed about the fact her present from mamabear had been scratched. She only took orders from her father. Roma wasn't Daddy so fuck that order. Leigh's small frame bunched itself before launching towards Roma in an attempt to tackle the woman and draw her attention onto the Parx-child. She was armored enough to take a few bullets right?

New Pedal Monday

I had my Mom get a smaller storage unit this morning and intended to resume cleaning out the large one and even begin moving to the little one. However, I made it all the way to U-Haul Storage of Dublin and realized my access card and lock keys were in the Golf...I was driving the Jetta. After some choice expletives I turned around and decided to go to Lowe's to see what kind of bathtub surrounds they had.

I'm glad I went to Lowe's to look at bathtub surrounds because they had a much better store display than the two Home Depots I stopped at. Also, there was a fairly knowledgeable associate there to answer my questions. I think I'm going to go with the store-brand offering for $249. I sent pictures of it to Stacy and she said it was fine. I sent the same pictures to Doug and he wanted to make sure it would work with an existing tub and find out if he was supposed to buy it or I was. I told him I would pay for it and have it delivered to the condo. He wants me to have them open and inspect it to ensure nothing is damaged during shipping.

After Lowe's, I went to Micro Center to do some Christmas shopping and ran into Mark Bowman. He said he's playing bass in a band now and living in an apartment so playing drums isn't very practical. I started to offer him my G&L but he needs a 5-string. He said he was headed to Music-Go-Round next and so was I!

At Music-Go-Round I did my typical sweep of the store but decided to use my store credit and reward dollars to help pay for this MXR Carbon Copy analog delay. It ended up costing me $21.24 after all that. Not bad for $20!

Laurie called late tonight and asked if I could give her and her friend a ride at 3pm. She said where but I wasn't sure I understood her right...

shot this in a carpark around 10 pm, one of my first try of strobes. There were alot of processing on this one

St Vitus Bar. Brooklyn, NY.

BlackStar:On the Road于04/10/2012from 08/27/2011 to 09/10/2011“离开灯光璀璨的街道就是黑暗，黑暗的尽头是光明，我非走不可。”―― 杰克·凯鲁亚克我非走不可。从东到西，从西到东。每次都是这几个字，每一次再出发。他们生活简单，不修边幅，奇装异服，厌弃工作和学业，拒绝承担任何社会义务，浪迹天涯，蔑视社会秩序，反对世俗陈规和垄断资本统治，地址对外侵略和和宗族隔离，讨厌机器文明，他们永远寻求新的刺激，寻求绝对自由，纵欲，吸毒，沉沦。一次次挑战传统价值标准。他们看起来是那么的嬉皮士，那么地流浪汉一般，似乎无论世界哪一个明亮的角落，都没有办法容的下这样的身影。就像那个永远没有找到的老迪安莫里亚蒂。直到整本书快要读完的时候，我才慢慢感觉到这样垮掉的一代垮掉的身体里面从未垮掉的灵魂。垮掉的一代的产生，跟当时的社会环境一脉相承，或者说，完全是当时的社会形势的产物。二战后的美国，国力强盛，经济发达，一个全球化的时代已经初见端倪。但是，物质上的爆炸式增长并没有让一个自由的灵魂感到满足，相反，在物质的挤压下，个人的感受被压迫了，被忽略了。很多年轻的人感到了迷惘，感到了生命失去了意义。他们的行为之所以垮掉了，是因为他们在巨大的迷惘面前没有麻木，在寻找不到解脱之前无处可逃，无法解脱。所以，垮掉的只是表面上的行为，没有垮掉的是他们的精神。可以说他们迷惘，他们混乱，他们放纵欲望，还是自暴自弃，没有社会责任感。萨尔凭借他的稿费，迪安凭借他的打工费，完完全全可以在那个年代过上安稳舒服或是玩世不恭的日子。他们做了什么：没有目的的派对，深陷矛盾和孤独，不断使自己陷入异乡的落魄，也激情万丈，唱着歌，跳着舞，朗诵着诗歌，也欺骗甚至盗窃，吸食毒品，分享一切体验，跟不同的女人交换并许下海誓山盟的诺言......白天黑夜，他们最快乐的时候，却是踩足了油门在风中驰骋，睁大了眼睛看着外面世界，看赤道线附近那些与世隔绝的孩子们清澈的眼神。迪安到底在找寻什么。老迪安？还是自由，还是牵挂的萨尔。能真切触摸到的，是三千英里凄凉的路途，路途，就是生活。无数次死里逃生，挣扎，矛盾，阴暗，疯狂，奔放的真实。我不得不承认，即便堕落，他们也敢于面对黑暗，更敢于在烈日下奔跑，哪怕耗尽最后一分体力，也不能忍受新泽西上空燥热的空气。当内心比身体更渴望上路的时候，他们的灵魂就能冲破一切束缚。要说疯狂，我只能说我在毕业之后需要我为人生的下一个转折点操心奔波的时候完完全全抛开一切杂念离开了13天。横跨东西海岸的旅行，是我最不后悔的决定。古老的工业古城匹兹堡，超现代与艺术家的殿堂芝加哥，仅以玉米田为亮丽风景线的大中部，拥有最炙热神秘色彩的犹他，孕育着千奇地灵生命的落基山脉，四季常青环保安宁的波特兰，依山傍水的浪漫西雅图.....现在再回想起来的时候，那些细节已经渐渐模糊，只是在我翻看着那50多G的照片的时候又会想起的酸甜苦辣。每过一处风景，恰似一幅铺开的历史长卷。东部的现代激进，中部的保守，中西部的原始自然，西部的悠哉游哉，每个地方的人都描述着他们眼中的世界，每个灵魂里都夹杂了不同的追求与梦想。每个州都是那么风格迥异，从祖上就开始生存和依赖的土地与文化，是人们脸上不尽相同的眼神与表情，是空气里最真实的食物气味与自然气息。真是后悔上路之前没有做更多的研究，了解他们更多的历史与文化，或许我可以看见更多不一样的东西。站在几十米被千古沙尘风化的拱桥之下，就连手中最大的广角镜也难以在脚下的一个地点将其完美的囊括。仰望着这岁月漂洗过的天然艺术品，我显得是那么的渺小。不由想到张爱玲说过，时间与空间一样，有它的值钱地段，也有大片的荒芜。当漫天的星星划过天际，当我轻轻攀爬到两扇大地之窗的脚下坐下，当一弯皎洁的月光透过云层在最后一瞬恰好将它照亮时，仿佛也照亮了我心中对星空的无限幻想。我屏住呼吸，轻轻按掉快门线。那一首歌的时间的等待，刚好放的是Jordin Sparks的worth the wait.人生，不就像窗外变幻的风景，从一个地方，到另一个地方。我们带着各种心情滋味走过的4000mile，不是从西到东5个多小时的飞行航线可以取代的距离，我们所经历的，也绝不仅仅是旅行。每一次抬头看见墙上密歇根湖日出的大照片，我就可以想起那个双眼疼痛浑身快要散架的清晨，想起那些，让我满鞋黄沙还是不顾一切向太阳升起的方向奔跑的快乐与感动。那是大自然的表情。让我平静，敬畏并感动的表情，也是让我喜欢上风景题材的原因。想起阿甘。想起鲍勃迪伦。想起天地玄黄里的无数个镜头。我们没有理想，流浪没有方向。只是梦中的麦田，守着一片金黄。那永远到不了的远方，在路上，和我唱，这一首歌。如果我有方向，那就是远方。钢铁是怎样炼成，流浪不靠坚强。如果我有枪，早就上了镗。如果能得到玫瑰，我只留下方向。总是梦中麦田，守着每一片金黄。丧失我的理想，用生命把它埋葬。总是梦中麦田，守着每一片金黄。丧失我的理想，用生命把它埋葬。对于生活，每个人都有不一样的定义，对于精彩，每个人都有不同的标准。羡慕他人有着不平凡经历的时候，是否想过那样的生活真正属于自己，是否真正的热爱，真正愿意倾其所有，像追逐朝阳和夕阳一样不顾一切地和转瞬即逝的时间赛跑。在我的无边无尽的想象里，我真希望，这样的奔跑，永无止息。“于是，在美国太阳下了山，我坐在河边破旧的码头上，望着新泽西上空的长天，心里琢磨那篇一直绵延到西海岸的广袤的原始土地，那条没完没了的路，一切怀有梦想的人们，我知道这是Iowa州允许孩子哭喊的地方，一定有孩子在哭喊，我知道今夜可以看到许多星星，你知不知道熊星座就是上帝？今夜金星一定低垂，在祝福大地的黑夜完全降临之前，把它的闪闪光点洒落在草原上，使所有的河流变得暗淡，笼罩了山峰，掩盖了海岸，除了衰老以外，谁都不知道谁的遭遇。这时候我想起了迪安莫里亚蒂，我甚至想起了我们永远没有找到的老迪安莫里亚蒂，我真想迪安莫里亚蒂。”道路，就是生活，生活，就是要走的路。我还年轻，我渴望上路。你的负担将变成礼物。你受的苦将照亮你的路。 来自http://dd.mu/+Ou7=N

There are things I have done

I found the apartment in shambles, smoke still heavy in the air, and everything within charred beyond recognition. The suit I wore didn't ease the smell, but it prevented me from disturbing any evidence.

There’s a place I have gone

What I found lead me straight to the fireplace, and from there clues showed how the flames spread as if they had come to life and leapt to all corners of the apartment. Nothing remained. The truth behind the fire was hidden well enough so that no one could ever find its true source.

There’s a beast and I let it run

I moved over to the window and looked straight down. Toxins poured into the ocean from a nearby drainage pipe, and what little could be made out was just about as difficult to recognize as the charred items in the apartment. Heat could have easily busted the window. No clues were left here.

Now it’s running my way

After taping up the apartment for the police to investigate at their leisure I made my way down. I found steps and ladders that lead to the small dock just under the brownstone apartments.

There are things I regret

It was a gruesome scene, but I had seen far worse, and after months of working in the Midian City morgue, I gained a stronger constitution when it comes to dealing with the deceased.

Cause you can’t forgive. You can’t forget

There were two bodies, one recognizable, and the other far from it. Slowly but surely, I managed to collect all of the remains, taking into account every scrap of evidence that could be found. I carried the remains down along the beach in the body bags that I had brought along in my duffle, and found an easier path up towards the coroner vehicle.

There’s a gift that you send

The remains were placed into the back, tied down, and prepared for transport. As with everything else, I’ve had to become meticulous about every minute detail. Everything had to be in its proper place and perfectly so.

You sent it my way

When I got to the hospital, I worked alone in the dark, save for the lights over the autopsy table. A few hours of work gave me the identities of the bodies and the cause of their deaths, but I already knew what the outcome would determine.

So take this night. Wrap it around me like a sheet

The first, and primarily in tact body was confirmed as a Lester Wilkins. The middle aged caucasian male was a convicted rapist and murderer, just to name a few of the more horrifying crimes that he had committed during his lifetime. His record as a mercenary was marred by his personality and criminal history. A few bullets ended his miserable existence. No one would be coming to claim his remains.

I know I’m not forgiven, but I need a place to sleep

The next was the hardest. What could be found was difficult to even pinpoint as human at first glance. The toxins of the ocean that surrounded Midian had done their work all too well. It took me a while just to place his remains in the proper order, identifying bits that had been smashed on the rocks or melted by toxic waste.

So take this night and lay me down on the street

I found one part that seemed unscathed save for the stab wound that had brought the muscle to an abrupt halt; his heart. It was strong, powerful beyond what any normal man could hope to have pumping blood through their veins. It was also a cloned bit of tissue put together using his own genetics and that of his aunt.

I know I’m not forgiven, but I hope that I’ll be given some peace

Once done, I cleaned up and filled out the coroner's report.

There’s a game that I play

After DNA testing it was confirmed, Johnathon Parx, commander of the Midian City detachment of Blackstar Military Services died of a stab wound to his heart, compounded by the impact of his fall in the ruins of Apoc, on November the 27th, 20XX.

There are rules I had to break

He died killing a villain, or at least that is what the report would confirm beyond a shadow of a doubt. Every bit of evidence supported it. I ensured that he would have a hero's funeral.

There’s mistakes that I’ve made

Sometimes the truth is buried to protect, and in this instance, it was for the sake of the heroes as well as the villains in the story. I cremated Johnny's remains, placed them in an urn, and cleaned up around the morgue, dreading my next task...calling the next of kin.

But I’ve made them my way

They’re my family too, after all. I think the call that will break my heart most of all will be to Leigh.

So take this night. Wrap it around me like a sheet

I found the only photo I had ever kept of him, shed a tear for the man I knew, mourned his loss, and turned the beast I helped create into ash.

I know I’m not forgiven, but I need a place to sleep

I pray you find in death what you sought in life by tearing the walls of hell down around you.

So take this night and lay me down on the street

I know I’m not forgiven, but I hope that I’ll be given some peace

Goodbye Johnny.

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Alayni Axelrad placed a stray strand of red hair back behind her ear and smiled at the boy's enthusiasm, "I beleive that was probably a BlackStar Op. I dinna want ye gettin in trouble with yer spyin. I mostly been tryin ta take blodo samples otha infected so I can atempt to ascertain a reverse affect. But I havent had any luck collecting any samples...mostly because the "kids" have been filling their bodies with other toxins such as drugs that would hinder my analysis greatly."

Darkness Odigaunt blinks, she totally knew who that was... but the colors in her returning memories were off slightly.... Didn't se used to have pink hair? "Re-regina? Izzat you?" she looks back at River's tone.

Rrishanna Regina looks over towards the hybrid medic. "I've not done any drugs. I've stayed away from the crazy people. I hate needles...." Boy, did she hate needles..."but you could take my blood...."

Alayni Axelrad 's eyes lit up considerably, blue orbs studying the woman behind the railing near the organ, "What...really?! I would appreciate that...would never take blood without absolute consent, but it would help my analysis of the problem greatly if you wouldnt mind..."

Rrishanna Regina looks up at the nun's question. "yeah....my name's Regina..." She looked closer at the nun, but still didn't trust her recognition. All she knew right now was that she was a Parishioner...Bails had told her that....She couldn't possibly be a nun herself....or was she? "Sure...it's just....I pass out with needles....but yeah, you can take some."

Darkness Odigaunt looked back at River with a small smile. "Thanks.." Her eye moved to Regina again, "You know... we live next to eachother..." she nodded back t the cloister, eyes accidentally falling on Mr. Tay.

Teyh Saunders stands a short distance away from Sister D, clearing his throat when she set her eyes upon him. "Ahem...Ah...It's...It's good to have you back, Sister..." He murmured softly, nervously.

Alayni Axelrad nods, removing a syringe with a smaller needle and attaching it to the base, as well as packets of alcohol swabs she carried in her med belt. "Well there is a special way to counter that. I used ta be same way...passin out from needles, even though needles dinna bother me much. There is a common way to take blood, but there are pecialcase o people...like yerself, and mahself, that tend to get dizzy...start seein spots when blood is taken. It is the position of the veins that causes it, also draining the blood too slowly and forcing ye to watch." she approached the woman carefully, swabbing down the needle as she went, pulling another alcohol packet to swab her arm down with. "Ye will have ta remove yer jacket for me..." she smiled, indescribably grateful.

River Grau looked away from the two women as he saw the needle, moving closer to Sister D and looking at Tehy. He didn't seem to have any needles. "Sister D ain't crazy anymore!" He sounded cheerful.

Rrishanna Regina forgets everything else as she sees the medic with the needle coming towards her. She's grateful to see the alcohol swabs, at least there wouldn't be worry about blood borne diseases or AIDS or something like that. Her eyes worried and fearful, she slowly takes off her jacket and rolls up her sleeve. "I...." she takes a deep breath... "if I pass out, take the blood any....any....." the sentence isn't completed before her eyes roll back in her head and she collapses on the ground.

Darkness Odigaunt had started to back off slightly, without really thinking. She twitches slightly at River's voice, then relaxes slightly, "Th-thank you... Mr. Tay..." she almost tried a smile when Regina falls. She turns toward her and rushes to her side, more memories coming back slightly.

Alayni Axelrad almost laughs, but refrains, though her udden faceplant to the floor WAS rather amusing. She kneels next to the girl, no sense in reviving her only to have her faint again. She opened the other alcohol packet and swabbed the girl's forearm gently, injecting the needle in and quickly taking a sample of her blood, hoping she didnt wake up with he needle stillin her as it would cause a small amount of shock. She swabbed the area clean after she was done, and turned her over very gently, removing a small vial of smelling salt from her medical tool belt and waving it beneath her nose

River Grau just turned his back more towards the medic and the fainter, not wanting to see what was behind him. "Maybe more peoples will be normal now.."

Rrishanna Regina takes a deep breath of the smelling salts and her eyes pop open and bug out. "Holy Feckin' Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!" A string of stronger profanity pops out of her mouth as she tries to sit up, but groans and lays back down with her head still fuzzy. "Didja......did you get the blood?"

Teyh Saunders kneels beside River, smiling and shrugging his shoulders. "We have Sister D back now...so that's somethin. Now we just need to get the rest of the city back to normal."

Alayni Axelrad stands slowly, red eyebrow raised at the sudden slew of obscenities, and *mews* softly. "Yes I got it, thank you. Dinna expect ye to go out before I even stuck it IN ye!" she laughed, "Ye alright?"

arkness Odigaunt shakes her head, no..way...was that Regina... Right? "He-hey... You alright?" She is too aware of Mr. Tay behind her. "Regina? Are you... Sister Regina?"

Rrishanna Regina takes a deep breath and nods "I should be....I told you....I don't do well with needles." From down on the floor, the church looked bigger and more imposing than usual...(usual?) and she felt smaller. More memories trickle back....her running away from her parents, threatening something...feeling called to....to what? At Sister D's question, the memory comes back even stronger... She bolts up into a sit, almost conking heads with the medic. "Holy Shit! I'm a Nun!?!?!"

Teyh Saunders simply stares for a moment at Regina, dumbfounded. Well...the woman seemed to be recalling her memories, that's good. But, he wasn't sure that she would be altogether happy with the words leaving her mouth when she regained them fully.

Darkness Odigaunt shakes her head, "No way are you Sister Regina... She says stuff like... 'truck' an'... an'... well, stuff like that." She holds out a hand, "Yeah... Don' cha hate wakeing up an' suddenly yer a nun?"

Alayni Axelrad almost falls over from her sudden bolt upward, sitting back on her heels, "A nun are ye? Good to know..." she laughs

Rrishanna Regina shakes her head...and laughs ruefully "I certainly don't sound like one right now...do I?" God...she really really hoped she got her full memories back...and soon....this was almost weirder than anything else she'd experienced so far.

Alayni Axelrad scratches her ear, her eyes taking in the blood sample in her hand for the first time, though careful to keep it hidden from the young woman on the floor. She pulsl the cap from the syringe and removes a vial from her medical tool belt, pouring the blood very carefully into it, then seals the vial and attaches it to an empty slot on her belt for further analysis. She would have to get a couple more samples for sure to make sure all the results matched up properly and there were no "special" cases.

Darkness Odigaunt shakes her head, "I don't know... I've done the same, kinda.... You gonna be okay, Regina?"

Rrishanna Regina tilts her head side to side stretching her neck muscles. "I should be...though my body's a bit sore from hitting the floor..." She stands up carefully, leaning against the divider. Turning to the medic she asks "how soon before you know what's going on?"

Alayni Axelrad shrugged, rising to her feet as well. She felt helpless with such an extreme lack of knowledge at present, "That is impossible to say. I will have to analyze this carefully...see if I can come up with a combatant for the infection. These things soemtimes take years and the infection might even be gone before I find it. But i may find it rather quickly, who knows really. Yoru blood may be the thing that saves all of Midian. I do sincerely thank you for donating a sample, and am sorry for the fallout, are you ok?" she asked, following D's concerns.

Rrishanna Regina nods. "Yeah, I'm fine." She did a check of her arm. Just a little spot where the needle went in. The medic was an expert. "I'll just be a little woozy for a bit. I'm glad I could help."

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Prototype of the Blackstar Arms rifle, a project I was working on with some friends in 2006. Ares Defense took this same idea and just this year (2014) introduced the Ares SCR, which as you can see is pretty much the same thing.

There has been a lot of excitement in the last couple years about 3D printed guns. Well, we were doing it in 2006, as you can see from the photo.

Because it is illegal for a non-licensed manufacturer to manufacture and sell a firearm, and of course the service bureaus we used were not licensed FFLs, we were careful to send them designs for incomplete or "80%" receivers, which one of the partners would complete on his home mill.

This rifle was actually used in 3Gun competition.

We are all still shocked and endlessly sad about David's passing and unavailing fight against the cancer.

The Meistersaal/ master hall/ former Hansa Studio 2/ "the big hall by the wall" will open its doors on this Friday 15. January 2016 at 12:00 CET for all fans & friends. Just some days ago we were celebrating David's birthday and BLACKSTAR ★ album release at the same venue.

Now we have to say goodbye to the true CHAMELEON of pop music.

Thanks to everyone who takes the time to view, comment, and fave my photo.

Avril Lavigne - Black Star Perfume Photoshoot June 2009

The David Bowie section under Rock & Pop at HMV Oxford Street (Wed 20th January) shows the majority of studio albums have sold out apart from Blackstar, The Next Day, Reality, Space Oddity, Let's Dance and 1966.

www.officialcharts.com/charts/albums-chart/20160115/7502/

Official Albums Chart Top 100

15 January 2016 - 21 January 2016

The Blackstar All-Stars' performed a Tribute to David Bowie at The Ready Room on March 25, 2016. Participating bands included 7 Shot Screamers, Karate Bikini, Tory Z Starbuck, Giant Monsters on The Horizon, Lonely Mountain String Band, Aquitaine, Eric Hall, and CaveofswordS.

Photo by Colin Suchland.

RIO DE JANEIRO, 10.02.2021 - Jogo entre Blackstar Unisociesc e Botafogo válido pelo Campeonato Brasileiro Adulto 2021 no Ginásio Oscar Zelaya, Botafogo, Rio de Janeiro, RJ. Foto: Diego Maranhão/ Brand/ Divulgação CBB

Six of us gathered at the school bus yard to capture Irie (Eye-ree) who had been living in and around the bus barn all summer. We flushed her out and Molly made the tackle!

Irie looked like she had been hungry for some time. Her feathers were skimpy and brittle, and she was weak and tired when we met her. We put her in a room by herself, fed her 18% protein game starter for two weeks, and treated her for worms, coccidiosis, and fowl mites.

Irie's much stronger now, and she has joined the flock quite enthusiastically. She sticks close to Turkey-Neck, Buckbeak and Red Girl.

Thanks to local rescuer Charlotte for organizing the effort and to Matt who opened up the bus yard on a Saturday so we could bring Irie home with us.

Irie is a Black Star hen. Thanks to Abigail (abrux) for identifying her.

My 1977 VW Westfalia Bus at the 2010 Blackstar Campout hosted by VTO.

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