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SANDCREATION GRAFICA CORELPAINT
visita il suo album
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Velvet vs. OceanBoy Production - Il mondo è Fuori MASH UP!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GQ-izWw9-w
Nella mia stanza io ascolto ancora musica
E intanto il mondo fuori esplode via satellite!
Nella mia stanza posso scegliere zero rumore
E immaginare che tra un pò saremo ancora qui!
Il mondo urla dietro alla porta
Disarmato nella tua stanza..
Nella mia stanza posso galleggiare tra i colori,
Immaginare che l'amore qui non svanirà!
Luci, fuori!
Colori, fuori!
Suoni, fouri!
Calore, fuori!
Noia, fuori!
Dolori, fuori!
Il mondo è fuori!
Il mondo è fuori!
Luci, fuori!
Colori, fuori!
Suoni, fuori!
Calore, fuori!
Noia, fuori!
Dolori, fuori!
Il mondo è fuori!
Il mondo è fuori!
Nella mia stanza io divento meno fragile
E torno a credere alle cose cui non credo più!
Il sole..
Il cuore..
L'amore..
Non sono soltanto parole per nuove canzoni!
Nella mia stanza io scopro che non sono solo
E osservo il mondo mentre esplode via satellite!
Luci, fuori!
Colori, fuori!
Suoni, fuori!
Calore, fuori!
Noia, fuori!
Dolori, fuori!
Il mondo è fuori!
Il mondo è fuori!
Luci, fuori!
Colori, fuori!
Suoni, fuori!
Calore, fuori!
Noia, fuori!
Dolori, fuori!
Il mondo è fuori!
Il mondo è fuori!
Il mondo urla dietro la porta..
Disarmato nella tua stanza.
L’eguaglianza delle opportunità, che ha trovato in Italia nel famoso discorso di Claudio Martelli sui “meriti e i bisogni” la sua formulazione più efficace, e nella pratica blairiana l’esperienza più organica, fonda una teoria della giustizia come teoria delle diseguaglianze legittime che porta a conseguenze disarmanti: una dissociazione tra giustizia distributiva e giustizia redistributiva, marginalizzando l’aspetto della redistribuzione; l’improponibilità del discorso sul livello minimo di risorse che una società democratica deve assicurare a tutti i suoi membri; una riduzione della questione sociale al tema della povertà, da affrontare attraverso la solidarietà umana piuttosto che attraverso la solidarietà di cittadinanza. In sostanza, un ritorno all’età delle leggi sui poveri, quelli che non arrivano alla fine del mese.
L’eguaglianza delle opportunità si è risolta, nel concreto, in un assecondamento più che in un contrasto delle dinamiche antiegualitarie della cosiddetta rivoluzione conservatrice. In verità, il vento della rivoluzione conservatrice, nel suo procedere, non ha incontrato ostacoli insormontabili. Una riformulazione dell’idea di eguaglianza diventa essenziale per il futuro della sinistra di matrice socialista. L’esplosione della grande crisi – è la crisi che dà, è la crisi che toglie e, ricorrendo a esempi domestici, ne sanno qualcosa Berlusconi e Bossi, ma anche Veltroni, che propone al Lingotto un partito liberal, mentre nel mondo esplode la più grande crisi del capitalismo – ripropone il discorso sull’eguaglianza in tutta la sua nettezza ed essenzialità.
Oggi, al tempo dell’individuo, l’eguaglianza può essere riproposta in tutta la sua potenza di idea-forza nel produrre e nel vivere il Comune e i suoi corollari, i Beni Comuni, come perno dell’organizzazione sociale, della società. Siamo, come sostiene Pierre Rosanvallon, alla seconda crisi dell’eguaglianza, dopo di quella agli inizi del Novecento; alla prima, che la destra costruì attorno alle idee-forza del nazionalismo, della xenofobia, del protezionismo, la sinistra rispose con lo Stato sociale redistributivo. Nell’attualità, la risposta non può che essere più complessa: si tratta di passare dalla “solidarietà meccanica tra simili (di categoria, di etnia, di religione ecc) alla solidarietà organica tra singoli”, per usare la formula di Émile Durkeim.
Il quadro concettuale va riordinato quindi alla radice per rispondere alla stessa crisi: invece che meriti e bisogni, capacitazione e diritti, sul percorso indicato già dagli anni novanta da Martha Nussbaum, da Amartya Sen, da Bruno Trentin. L’affermazione dell’idea socialista nel ventunesimo secolo si giocherà attorno alla questione della democrazia integrale e del suo connotato egualitario; ma tale affermazione implica la costruzione di una macchina politica con molti motori – sindacato, cooperazione, autorganizzazione, movimento dei consumatori ecc –, che sappiano sprigionare nel loro operare quotidiano l’orwelliana air de l’égalité.
simansi_lagotini
in more ways than one.
i was going through a rough patch last september and felt i needed to document myself when i was most vulnerable and raw. i love this picture because every time i look at it, it reminds me how far ive come and also how far i have yet to go. yea, all that in one photo... does that make any sense?
im in a much better place now though... its a new year and its going to be a great one :)
When disarming of a Merr-Sonn Munitions Class-A Thermal Detonator goes bad, It goes bad in epic proportions! I don't even know if the Elite Bomb Squad's Ordnance Specialist's Unit shock proof armor can withstand a blast from this close of a distance.
"Desarmierung der U.Boote"
This photo was taken after the armistice and Germany was no longer allowed to have submarines.
Something New..!
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Hair: Spellbound - Disarm
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Happy New Year! If you are like me, you need music to survive. On the Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, music is right there at the top with self actualization. If you don't have music, how do you understand yourself, come to terms with the past, present, and future? if you don't have music, how do you cope with the small and large tragedies that threaten to destroy you? A world without music is one in which I wouldn't be able to survive. So, now that it's officially 2016, here's my way of saying goodbye to 2015.
I will always make the caveat here that it would be impossible for me to listen to every record that came out every year. I have a limited amount of time and I have a full time job...listening to records would be an amazing full time job on it's own but it wouldn't pay the bills, of course, so for now I'll just do what I can.
2015 was an amazing year for independent music and creative thought. There are probably thousands of records out there I didn't hear that I would love. So, it's surprising to me that when I look at the top lists/Best of the year lists of many major publications, I'm left with a stale feeling. There are only so many times you can read recommendations for Kendrick Lamar and Courtney Barnett before you realize all the top ten lists are starting to sound almost exactly the same and that music journalists have become lazier than sloths.
My aim in creating these lists is a little different than most. I don't really care about the major label type of artists. They bore me. They are formulated to appeal to a wide variety of people and I don't consider myself part of this group, especially in terms of my musical tastes. I prefer the extraordinary, the experimental, and the weird. I like music that challenges me to think and feel instead of just maintains a certain boring status quo. At the same time, the top album here is incredibly accessible and it didn't get the recognition for end of year lists in the States that I thought it should.
Here's my Best Records of 2015 list:
1. FFS (Franz Ferdinand + Sparks): S/T
I've been a Franz Ferdinand fan for a long time-in fact, since they became a band. I saw them on their first US tour and have seen and photographed them several times since. Yet, Sparks is a much newer band for me to come around to. I tried listening to them a few years back and found their sound to be just way too sugary and too oriented in disco. I'll admit, I also saw photographs of them and Ronald Mael's mustache reminded me of Hitler and made me scared they might be anti-Semitic so I avoided them based on that. When I saw they collaborated with Franz Ferdinand, I looked more into the band and was reassured that the Mael brothers of Spark come from an Austrian Jewish descent. I found quite a few singles to love, though I still feel like they are better in moderation (I feel the same way about Abba, even though I think they are tremendously fun.)
Somehow, though, the dark and seductive qualities of Franz Ferdinand paired with the up tempo disco pop qualities of Sparks make for some of the most interesting sounds and song compositions. This is catchiness to the extreme and each song will get stuck in your head in different ways and at different moments of the day. Think of the best singles by the band Queen and you'll be close to how great this is. The album is fun, to be sure, but it's also more than that. How many albums will you find "martyr" rhyming with "Sartre" for instance? Also have to say, even though I have decided not to do a top shows list this year, this was definitely one of my favorites!
Listen here: www.ffsmusic.com/
More photos I took of their set at the Vic Theater in Chicago here:
www.thelineofbestfit.com/photos/live-photo-gallery/ffs-at...
2. Sufjan Stevens: Carrie & Lowell
I was shocked when I didn't find this album on more best of lists. Sufjan has created some delicate music before in the past but this is him at his best-it has the same gentleness he created with Seven Swans with the more clever songwriting we saw in Come on Feel the Illinoise. It has become my favorite album of his to be sure and the sense of honesty is both disarming and alarming at the same time. Some of the lyrics really take you to the edge in many ways, "Fourth of July" especially. When someone bares all like Sufjan has here, it deserves a listen!
music.sufjan.com/album/carrie-lowell
3. Low: Ones and Sixes
You'll have a hard time finding a band that is as sincere and as hard working as Low is for as long as they have been creating music. Low hasn't ever, in fact, released a dud album. Each one of them has their gems and their strengths and Ones and Sixes is no different. Low, as always, ask questions of the listener. Sometimes, they give answers and sometimes they encourage you to think for yourself. There are times when Low is bare and deep and other times when Alan Sparhawk's and Mimi Parker's vocals together provide a lushness not unlike the sublime feeling of sinking your teeth into a deep dark chocolate truffle. If you're not already a fan of the band, I highly recommend you invest some time and energy into listening to their most recent as well as, honestly, any and all of their 11 releases. I've never been disappointed.
Low was also another band I greatly enjoyed seeing live in Chicago this year and they are coming to Evanston to Space January 30th..looking forward to it!
Low backstage and live in Chicago earlier this year: www.thelineofbestfit.com/photos/live-photo-gallery/low-ba...
4. Julia Kent: Asperities
If you took the music inside my soul, it would sound very much like Julia Kent's cello playing. There are no words and yet she creates the words I can't express sometimes and provides relief for me by doing so. Some words are used too often...still others haven't been invented yet. Thank you, Julia Kent, for providing the catharsis that comes from feeling the pain of the universe and still wanting to be a part of it and create inside it.
5. GY!BE (Godspeed You! Black Emperor): Asunder, Sweet and Other Distress
I'm really looking forward to seeing Godspeed You! Black Emperor at Thalia Hall in Chicago on Valentine's Day in 2016 because I find turbulence and emotional chaos pretty romantic. Ok, so now that you have a little too much information about me, if you like other Godspeed You! Black Emperor records, you're sure to like this one as well. It's an instrumental maelstrom to be sure from start to finish but it's well worth the journey. You feel like with each GY!BE, you're looking at apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic collapsed cities, half turned into dust and while you're sifting through the ashes, you gain insight into the former humanity of it all. I'm not saying that you should only listen to GY!BE at the end of the world but it sure would be a great soundtrack for it. In any case, the ensemble is always gloriously effective at creating a mood and sustaining it and this is definitely no exception. I'm pretty sure Efrim Menuck is one of those people who will never sell out and I like that people like him exist in this world. Tra la la...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMgDyd2E6_8
6. Django Django: Born Under Saturn
Life is complicated..I mean, really complicated...and there are a great deal of sounds But what Django Django does is organize all the greatest sounds and make them melodic and interesting and...at the same time...not overstimulating. When I listen to Django Django, I hear catchy yet careful songs filled with intricate and interesting sounds that make the temporal lobes of my brain so extremely happy, I start to feel like I am actually floating in the atmosphere. And, if being a cloud weren't enough, you can actually dance to this stuff...highly recommended!
7. Gwenno: Y Dydd Olaf
Gwenno Mererid Saunders used to be Gwenno Pipette, which was a band I saw and loved awhile back (super catchy and fun!) The difference here is that she sings in Welsh and it's a bit more psychedelic as well. It's not as accessible as Joy Formidable but it's a little less weird than Super Furry Animals. All in all, it's a great and memorable record that has fantastic melodies extending beyond the wall hit by so many contemporary musicians.
Check it out and decide for yourself!: www.gwenno.info/
8. Cinchel: The Timing was Right for a Walk in the Woods
"Capital letters don't mean anything..they are useless," said my husband Cinchel while I complained that the album title on his Bandcamp was not acknowledging the proper capitalization of a title. That pretty much sums up my husband... he won't let any kind of pre-determined structure define him unlike myself who finds grammar and spelling rather organizing and comforting amidst the chaos of the modern world and all of it's endless rambling words and punctuation.
I digress...Cinchel is my husband and I am lucky to have him in my life. Every day or almost every day, I get to experience a part of him playing in the same room I am editing photos and each day he seems to come into his own a little bit. It's always an interesting dynamic..although we have very different day jobs, two artists living together under the same roof, struggling to create amidst a 40-60 hour work week. Life gets intense, complicated, draining, and will kill you if you let it. Cinchel is the optimist and he always finds a way to try to cheer me up...he doesn't seem to think about atrocities in the world like genocide as constantly as I do or, if he does, it doesn't let it get to him. Our cats definitely help.
We survive to create or do we create or survive? Either way, it's a bit of a symbiotic relationship. Cinchel is extremely prolific and puts gals like me to shame in that way...and, even more so, he provides the quality behind the quantity which is a rarity in this modern world. Check out his albums here and, if you don't connect to the above one in question, there is a little variety amongst his works-all well worth hearing:
9. Richard Skelton: Memorious Earth
This too shall pass and by this I mean us and the planet we live on. But, the thing about this particular funeral is that we'll all be dead and won't be able to witness it. Memorious Earth has a sort of dark emotional tone befitting of a eulogy and, at the same time, an homage to the sadness inherent in us as a species. It's what we admit is inescapable, passed down genetically and only growing stronger within our DNA as deep feeling humans. This is a little bit of a challenge to listen to but it's necessary when experiencing the loss of each moment in our lives when we made a different choice or couldn't make a choice, when we failed ourselves and our families, when we couldn't be what we dreamed we were and everything was lost slowly but surely.
aeolian.bandcamp.com/album/memorious-earth-2
10. Ian William Craig: Cradle for the Wanting
If you were to hear angels singing to you at the end of your life while you drifted in and out of consciousness, it would probably sound a little like this.
And then, your transported across different dimensions that you didn't know existed before. The static in the atmosphere threatens to interfere but you refuse to let it have it's way. Instead, you float and make the clouds your playthings, elevated by quite a different sort of wavelength.
Craig's Cradle for the Waiting is uplifting and beautiful, a little slice of a postmodern heaven that is flawless because it has small impenetrable flaws like little cracks in the universe where the static creeps in so it just seems more realistic that way.
soundcloud.com/recitalprogram/ian-william-craig-habit-worn
11. Helen: The Original Faces
Anyone who is familiar with the music of Grouper is aware of the breathy and often drifty vocals of lead singer Liz Harris. With Helen, the songs pack more of a punch relative to her and they are aided by a poppy shoegaze texture that makes them as lush as they are loving. There are times even I have to admit I'm not in the mood for the lackadaisical stylings of Harris in Grouper but Helen is definitely easier to get behind. It also makes me think Harris might be developing more self confidence and a sense of an artist...wish she would come to Chicago to play and also, this time around, use a little more light.
www.kranky.net/artists/helen.html
12. William Basinski: Cascade
Cascade is an album that makes you also think a little bit about the dreamland that only exists between your waking life and your sleeping life. If you could create a level of subconscious with it's own soundtrack and inject a little bit of Cascade, you'd probably become a much more well balanced individual. This record leads to interesting dreams but also has a level of reassurance that is perfect for experiencing at the end of a long day. If it seems strange to describe an album as perfect to fall asleep to, realize you're reading the words of someone who has struggled on and off with insomnia for the last 20 years and is finally optimistic about my ability to fall asleep on a more regular basis. If you need an album like this, consider it a gift to you and to humanity. I'm so happy Basinski is alive and creating music.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5s-KLGVcTI
13. Sóley: Ask the Deep
Some people might thing that 13 is an unlucky number but maybe those people would still be enlightened by the music of Sóley Stefánsdóttir or Sóley for short. She put out some wonderful music with Seabear and Sin Fang and, now that she's a solo artist, she continues to show tremendous growth in her own singular journey as a musician. Sóley is creative and surely is contributing to positive aspects of our collective consciousness. There's something quite magical in Iceland that makes empowered female artists like her, Hildur Guðnadóttir, Kristín Anna Valtýsdóttir and so many more. Of course, Bjork also put out a great album called Vulnicura that didn't make this list but also comes highly recommended. I don't really feel the need to talk about albums you've probably already heard and heard of, though.
14. Allah-Las: Worship the Sun
Oh, I love garage rock and I crave garage rock to feel in this nice happy place sometimes when I need something with a little more structure than experimental drone music (which granted still has a substantial place in my life). Allah-Las probably aren't reinventing any wheels here but it's just so darn catchy and well put together that I love listening to this record. It takes me back to my former life as a sixties flower child when I didn't have a care in the world and I lay in the sun like a cat and listened to music all day. In some ways, this sounds like a found record from this period, in fact, instead of a 2015 release. There's a sense of authenticity to the sound even if the production is better than many records that came out in this decade. It would fit well on a Nuggets box set. Oh California, keep your wonderful music coming to this side of the country!
15. Wand: 1000 Days
Wand actually put out two albums this year and both are fantastic. Their first release of 2015, Golem, is much more heavy hitting than this lighter and brighter release. There's more of a psychedelic pop music influence here and it's quite weird as well as wonderful. These are songs to relish in, a grand adventure to an enlightened level of consciousness. You'll feel like you're on a blissful carpet ride you won't want to end for many moments! At other moments, there is still the heft of the former album Golem but it isn't as overpowering.
Honorable mentions:
Some other even more challenging and creative releases by female artists I liked this year:
Jenny Hval: Apocalypse Girl: jennyhval.com/
Holly Herndon: Platform: www.hollyherndon.com/
(Slightly more accessible): Briana Marela: All Around Us: www.brianamarela.com/
Digulleville, Normandie, France.
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Iron Man taking his armor off. I dont really do photoshop,or picnik but I wanted to try it out before it ends. When I saw the Avengers commercial I had to make this.
"Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you"
The Smashing Pumpkins
Siamese Dream, 1992
Me gradué de 4to medio por fin! (la semana pasada en realidad )
:) me dieron el diploma de alumna destacada en el taller de artes y
salí con un lindo prom general de 63 jajaja bueno y eso...
quedan 19 días para Australia.
Saludos a todooos.
Go&See * Omnio * Hud + Wand
Sillyfy = powerful charm that stunneses the target, rendering them unconscious
Perifocus = spell that freezes the target body, making it incapable of moving, except for the eyes and breathing
Secto Sempra = horrific spell that causes several serious cuts the body and causes heavy bleeding
Crushio = horrific curse spell, that holds the target in agonizing pain and tortures them in unbearable way
Avade Kedabra = the most horrific spell, the killing curse, that leaves the target dead instantly
Fixato = the mending charm that helps with the repairing
Luminos = the spell which lights up the wand
Ringardium Lefiosa = spell that makes the obejcts levitate magicaly
Exefecto Patronum = the most beatiful charm spell ever known.. " Exefecto Patronum " that conjures up rare guardian Patronus in beautiful shape and form
Exepelli Armos= the disarming spell, that knocks their weapon out of their hands
During the last days, I have thought a lot about the word ”disarmed”, the theme for this week's Self Portrait Sunday. What does it mean to me personally? My first thought was that my main ”weapon” to cope with and make some sense of both myself and the world around me, is my creativity. Creating is my passion - it gives me so much joy, it's therapeutic, elevates my mind and helps me to develop. Without it, navigating through life would be harder, much less enjoyable, it would feel much less meaningful and loose a great deal – if not all – of it’s color.
Calava lieve e lei
assente di disarmante stupore
fissava piccoli punti fatati
che dolci si posavano
scomparendo poi
su piccole grassocce mani.
Rotting gently in the yard at Swindon Works is the hulk of D1031 Western Rifleman.
These were pictures taken during the 'Scrap a Western day' at Swindon Works, my wife and I went with the intention of getting some arty shots for our Photographic Society competitions. Although these are 35mm negatives and were originally 'straight' this is how the picture was presented in the 1976/77 season of inter-club competitions.
This image was taken from the balcony of a TOAD (a GWR brake van) it was pushed against D1031 and the frame of the van framed the Western. For choice more of the frame would be included but we only had a 35mm wide angle lens at the time so this is as far back as it was possible to go.
D1031 Western Rifleman was built at Crewe and entered traffic 20/12/1963. The loco was withdrawn01/02/1975 and cut 06/10/1976, it ran 1,096,000 miles in service
Copyright Geoff Dowling 01/05/1976: All rights reserved
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
(thesmashingpumpkins)
Alright, this may be one of the boldest and most ambitious photography-slash-Photoshop-slash-art projects I've taken on. You HAVE to check out the blog to see the back story of this image: blog.davebrosha.com/2012/03/21/venus-disarming-cupid/
A new series, where the lines blur between reality and paint.
Mondello (Pa)
My PhotoBlog: angelotrapani.wordpress.com/
My PhotoGallery: www.angelotrapani.altervista.org
Disarm - Smashing Pumpkins
Disarm
Song by The Smashing Pumpkins
Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
Songwriters: William Patrick Corgan
Disarm lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd
...by adhering to the Mystery in everything, man becomes free. It is there where he can find the satisfaction of his desire for totality. Our greatness, as Leopardi reminded us, is to feel the desire for the infinite vibrate within us. But to be aware of the nature of our desire is to understand that we are not able to answer it. Just as people receive the desire for totality, so they must receive the fulfillment of this desire. The fulfillment exists, and it is God himself who awakens in us the original depth of our desire. We should not resist, we should surrender. Without such surrender to the only One able to fulfill our desire and to bring about freedom, desire becomes corrupted and freedom loses its way, without an ultimate object.
-Disarming Beauty ESSAYS ON FAITH, TRUTH, AND FREEDOM, JULIÁN CARRÓN Foreword by Javier Prades
Street photography! Wandering the city, camera around the neck, eyes wide open ready for that interesting human moment that will inevitably present itself. Simple or complex, quiet or volatile, provocative or disarming, whatever it may be.......a little girl dancing unselfconsciously while her toddler brother tries desperately to mimic her steps; a homeless lost soul deep in the throes of self destruction ; an unknown musician searing your heart, and his own, with his weeping guitar. Photography, like any art form, is about passion. If the subject inspires at the moment of perceiving it, whether it be an aged couple kissing in the park not caring who's watching, a pan-handler's eyes warily following each person that passes him by as if he were invisible or a cool dude taking a swig from a water bottle....so laid-back his actions seem to be in slow motion.....if it stirs emotion we want the lens of the camera to capture it...all of it...see what I see, feel what I feel. Don't think it's got much to do with fancy equipment & a lot to do with the burning desire to record a moment of humanity in all its truth, its pain, its lessons, its glory.
It's not illegal to take photos of people in public....is it ethical or moral is another story. Some cultures hold the belief (some would say primitively) that the soul, as an entity, is stolen when a photograph is taken. Not my belief but certainly the very act of capturing someone's image unbeknownst to them and displaying it publicly could be seen as stealing their right to privacy... and even their dignity if candid photography where to record & publish a compromising unguarded moment that could cause embarrassment. What do you think? Are you comfortable shooting street candids? Where's the line?
Paris Bordone -
Allegoy; Mars, Venus, Flora and Cupid [~ 1560] -
Vienna KHM
Here the power of love is presented in the picture at an ironic distance, overpowering even Mars, the God of War. Mars, already stripped of most of his weapons – Venus leans with satisfaction against a mirror to the left – seems to look indignantly at Cupid, the originator of his defencelessness; Mars has punished Cupid by taking away his bow and arrow. The aggressive, restless colouring, the artificial body postures and fashionable accessories, and the contradiction between openly depicted eroticism and the composition’s lack of context are typical of this Mannerist phase of Venetian painting.
For some reason, this Red Deer stag has had his antlers removed.
UPDATE I thought it was too early for these stags to shed their antlers naturally (which they do every year) - but it appears it isn't, so it just looks like he's got a head start. He must be feeling rather light-headed!
"-Perhaps I'll remind him of that night some day, remind him of the power I now hold over him... I, am the Riddler. And I just made the Joker frown." Joker finishes reading, and laughs. "Good one Eddie," he cackles, and, taking a lighter, Gar's lighter, from his pocket, he sets the green book alight, leaving nothing but the broken lock-
unsurprisingly shaped like a question mark, behind.
"You would not *believe* the amount of trophies I had to find to get this! Ha! Credit where credit is due, at least he's consistent."
The figure stirs. "Whatabout Lyyyyyyynnssssssss?"
"What about him! Such a curious child... and the baby too, haha! Don't you worry about a thing, my petit pois, just you remember this is an *equal* partnership. 50:50, 60:40."
=====The Belfry=====
"Get back inmates! All of you get ba-!"
The guard's words are cut off as a frosty cocoon covers his body, trapping him in a thin sheet of ice. Conscious, but unable to move. His mouth, is the only thing that he can still feel. Freeze holds his hand in his, and snaps it off.
"You have three limbs left. If you value them, you'll answer my questions."
The guard's eyes dart about, pleading with the spectators. Ten is about to step forward, until Needham sticks his arm out.
"Where, is my wife?"
"Your wife? Your *wife*? Do you like her? Do you looooove her? No! No, you don't." A high pitched voice echoes down the halls, and a strange red and black man skips towards them. Manic eyes peak out from behind his golden mask. Just before the guard can talk, the Pirate pushes him to the ground, and he shatters. "Who, wants *your* wife?"
"What is-"
"You don't want to fight. You don't want your wife. You'll put down your gun- all of you will put down your guns. We can all have tea, cake, fun!"
Reardon's hand twitches. He can hear the others struggling, as they lay their weapons onto the floor, and put their hands on their heads. Ten can hear Hayden's rapid breathing. He's salivating.
"You too. This is where you put the gun down." A challenge... Hayden enjoyed a challenge. This orange man is resisting... Impressive, no one resists the Pirate. "You don't want to fight. You want to put the gun down. We can be friends! The best of friends! Just put the gun down."
But Hayden didn't count on something. Philip Reardon is blind. No matter how many funny faces The Pirate made, he wasn't going to put the gun down.
Blam.
Hayden screams, and his hold over the others breaks. "Mr Krill! Mr Krill! They shot me!"
A disheveled looking Polka Dot Man emerges from a portal, a can of beer in his hand. "I told ya, ya shouldn't have gone the scenic route. Lads." He grabs the wounded Pirate, and the two vanish.
=====The Court=====
Deep underground, two swords clash together. One belongs to The Demon's Head- He favours a steel blade, one forged in the fires of an ancient volcano off the course of Nanda Parbat. Six hundred years on and still just as effective. The second belongs to his former student, Miranda Gaige, belonging to the people of Antiquity, the sea faring warriors she's descended from. An iron sword marked with arabic writing, that translates loosely to "Daughter of the Seas." It is the name she took on as a member of the League of Assassins.
Her strikes are less refined, more aggressive. Ra's is on the defensive, he is able to make each parry look remarkably easy. Drury, Norbert, and a legion of their enemies watch on. No one dares speak. "That should be me," Drury thinks to himself. "That should be me." She can't keep it up.
Miranda may be slowing down, but Ra's is as strong as ever. Whatever they've pumped into him, it's made him faster, more agile, and more deadly. But, Miranda's not useless either. She knows she could still win this, and sure enough, after ten minutes of grinding, Ra's holds his finger to his cheek. Blood.
He's open now. Miranda speeds up, swiping at his arms, cutting the tendons apart, next, going for the legs. It's looking like she's winning, that *they're* winning. And then his wounds start to heal.
Miranda stumbles backwards as he switches tactics, swinging his sword towards her like an animal, slashing at her feet. She's on the ground, she has but a split second to move or else- "Yes!" Drury cries. She's up. She's going to win. She's-
And then, Ra's Al Ghul pulls his sword from her chest. She splutters, as blood fills her lungs. Ra's bows his head, and plants his sword in the ground, marking the end of their duel. He won.
"Activate the device."
====Ace Chemicals====
A cold autumn wind hits his faces. The scarred side gets the worst of it, its' exposed muscle shrivells up; its' eye swells. Annoyed, Dent growls.
A mile away, the Penguin and the Black Mask scale the prison walls, battling guards they claim work for the Court of Owls. Owls that, Penguin claims, intend to blow Arkham to hell, with them in it.
Half of him wants to flee, leave Scarecrow to die. The other half, the other half actually wants to help him.
It's true, Crane may be the only one that can "fix" them. It's also true that he's a psychopath, who cares about nothing else but his experiments.
They flip their coin and the good side, the "moral" side lands up. Dammit.
Two-Face puts the coin into their breast pocket, and walks inside, the smell of fumes filling their lungs.
"We're evacuating, Crane. Penguin-"
"-Is no longer our concern. It's been a year since I first endeavoured to perfect my newest formula, and it's still-! It's still not done. Even with the Deacon's flowers, even with all of Ace Chemicals at my disposal, I still can't create a simple virus... Oh, there were days I could whip up a formula in a hour... But, those are long past. Perhaps it was Spider's bullet, perhaps it was Electrocutioner, but I'm... afraid. I'm not the man I was."
=====The Court=====
"It should've been me." Drury grabs Ra's sword, and runs at him. In seconds, Ra's disarms him, and pins him to the ground. Norbert rushes to Cobb, to try and remove him from the device, but tentacles pull him back, dragging him across the concrete. If Cypher could talk, he'd be begging his forgiveness. In two minutes, Cobb would die, and Arkham would join him.
"You should have stayed in your bunker, left the heroics to the Detective, but you just have to cement your legacy, don't you? Criminal, politician, "hero." All means to an end, all attempts to create a linage, to put the name "Drury Walker" in writing. I have known many of your kind, many have challenged me- none have succeeded."
"I'll... I'll..."
"Drury... Don't." Miranda smiles at him, her face bloody, colour draining from her cheeks.
=====Arkham City=====
"They've opened the gates!" What follows is a mad dash, as floods of inmates rush through the doors, through to freedom. Chuck laughs. They did it! Drury did it! And then the rumbling starts. Behind him, there's a noise. Cobb lets out a scream like no other, as hundreds are pulled down into the abyss, swallowed by the ground. "Chuck!"
"Rigger, move it!"
"What about-?" Rigger asked anxiously.
"I'll find them!" Chuck replies, as Rigger salutes him, and joins the others on the other side of the gates. He pulls a lever on his backpack, and a kite springs out, and he soars into the air, below, he sees the city break apart- Elliot Heights, The Iceberg Lounge, Sionis Industries, all gone. He sees people still running to the gates, knowing there's nothing he can do to save them, and knowing they're not going to make it, and he sees Ten and Needham at the base of the Belfry. He can only carry the two of them.
"Freeze wouldn't leave," gasps Ten. "He was in the property lockers last I saw."
====
"Nora..." Freeze places a hand on the container, and smiles. "I found you... I found you, my Sunflower." Beams and rubble fall from the ceiling... They'd be trapped here... killed, unless someone could-
"*Ahem* Let me help you."
His cell broken apart by the earthquake, Julian Day stands a free man, offering Freeze a pale hand.
====
"Tell Professor Strange he may have the Walker brother. And Ubu, I require transport out of here in five minutes."
"Yes, master."
"What about him-?" March asks.
Ra's looks down at Drury, in pity, almost, and relents, allowing Miranda a chance to say goodbye. "Let him mourn."
"I'm... It should've been me"
"It's not your fault. It's not *cough* I want you to promise me... Don't give up. Be good to Cammy and Kitten and Axel, tell Cammy... Tell Cammy his mommy loves him. And tell my father... Ha, well, don't tell he was right... Just look after him. He'll need it. Look after all them"
"Please, don't"
"Don't you dare give up, Drury. Don't ever give up"
Drury winks a teary eyed wink, and kisses her, one last time.
=====
Jonathan Crane lets out a yell. A steel girder has him trapped, the floor itself is cracking apart, and he's been separated from Dent.
"Two-Face! Two-Face!"
He lets out a whimper, as he falls through the ground. He's dead, dead with his formulas still unfinished... Dead, and leaving nothing behind. Every bone in his body breaks as he falls to the ground like a ragdoll, hundreds of meters underground. The fall... The fall should've killed him, but-
"Jonathan Crane. You have the ability to instill great fear."
A yellow ring slides onto his finger. With it, it's as though he can see it- all of it. Fear incarnate. And it's beautiful.
"Welcome to the Sinestro Corps."
=====
"Take them!" Chuck pleads, handing Needham and Ten over to Sionis. "Take them and get them help!"
Li pulls them up. At least, Chuck thinks, they're safe. Kite's running out of power, debris has damaged the motor... He offers his own hand to Roman now, urging him to take it. Hesitant at first, Sionis grabs it, then smirks.
"Help yourself," he grins, before letting Chuck fall.
=====Chinatown=====
Through cracked glass, the TV still blares. Already, hundreds are confirmed dead, with the body count still rising with no signs of stopping. Strange shares a smile with Bolton. The Mayor tried her best, bless her, but there are things that a simple video can't stop... Behind them, the door creaks open. Strange already knows what's about to happen. Bolton marches towards her, baton in hand.
"Madam Mayor this is most-"
Bang. A bullet hits Strange in the stomach, staining his lab coat red.
"Crazy bitc-!"
Bang. Bolton falls down. Dead.
"How does it feel-? Their blood... on your hands" Strange splutters. Grange throws the gun to the ground disgusted. But she knew, that so long as the Court existed, people like Hugo Strange would never face justice.
"It feels like this."
====Gotham City====
Noah Kuttler checks his watch, and stepping out his car, a metal-clad figure emerges.
"Your intel was correct."
Gate tuts. "200 years of history, gone."
Kuttler hands him the suitcase, and grimaces, gazing off into the burning skyline. "Yes, I was rather partial to the Gotham Library myself. It's all there, $50,000,000 as requested. The Society thanks you for your assistance."
Holden: "Amo's Disarm these people"
The Expanse Season 2 Episode 11, 28:56
The Crew of the Rocinante Follow the Trail of Prax's Daughter through the sub levels of Ganymede station. Encountering Protogen scientists and private security enjoying pizza for lunch.
Scene Recreation Reference: flic.kr/p/2kkpee2
View On Black provate!!!
L'Amerigo Vespucci è un veliero della Marina Militare costruito come nave scuola per l'addestramento degli Allievi Ufficiali dei ruoli normali dell'Accademia Navale.
La decisione di costruire l'Amerigo Vespucci venne assunta nel 1925, allo scopo di sostituire l'omonima nave scuola; un incrociatore a motore e a vela, ormai prossimo alla radiazione, che fu posto in disarmo nel 1928 e ormeggiato nel porto di Venezia per essere adibito ad asilo infantile, riservato agli orfani dei marinai.
Il Vespucci fu progettato insieme al gemello Cristoforo Colombo nel 1930 dall'ingegnere Francesco Rotundi, tenente colonnello del Genio Navale e Direttore dei cantieri navali di Castellammare Stabia (Napoli), riprendendo i progetti del veliero Monarca, l'ammiraglia della Real Marina del Regno delle Due Sicilie, poi ribattezzato Re Galantuomo quando fu requisito dalla Marina piemontese dopo l'invasione delle Due Sicilie. I progetti ricopiati erano dell'ingegnere navale duosiciliano Sabatelli ed erano custoditi a Castellammare Stabia insieme alle tecnologie necessarie alla costruzione di questa tipologia di imbarcazione.
La nave-scuola fu varata il 22 febbraio 1931 e il 15 ottobre 1931, nel porto di Genova, ricevette la bandiera di combattimento nelle mani del suo primo comandante, Augusto Radicati di Marmorito. Il suo compito fu quello di affiancare il Cristoforo Colombo nell'attività di addestramento, fino al termine della seconda guerra mondiale, quando per l'effetto degli accordi internazionali, il Cristoforo Colombo dovette essere ceduto all'URSS, quale risarcimento dei danni di guerra.
Dal 1946 al 1952 è stata l'unica nave scuola a vela della marina militare italiana fino all'entrata in servizio dell'Ebe, un brigantino goletta costruito nel 1921 ed acquistato dalla Marina Militare nel 1952. A partire dal 1955 e stata affiancata da un altro veliero acquistato dalla Francia e ribattezzato Palinuro. Attualmente l'Amerigo Vespucci è la più anziana nave della Marina Militare ancora in servizio.
Il motto della nave, ufficializzato nel 1978, è «Non chi comincia ma quel che persevera» ed esprime la sua vocazione alla formazione ed addestramento dei futuri ufficiali della Marina Militare. I precedenti motti sono stati: «Per la Patria e per il Re»; sostituito nel 1946 con «Saldi nella furia dei venti e degli eventi».
L'addestramento si svolge attraverso le Campagne Addestrative. Queste Crociere d'Istruzione, effettuate già 71 volte, avvengono con itinerari diversi; in particolare questa nave scuola si è recata in Nord Europa 37 volte, 20 in Mediterraneo, 4 in Atlantico Orientale, 7 in Nord America, 1 in Sud America e 1 circumnavigando il Globo.
Oltre all'addestramento in particolare nell'ultimo decennio, ha spesso avuto il compito di ambasciatore sul mare dell'arte, della cultura e dell'ingegneria italiana,[1] presentandosi in molti dei più importanti porti del mondo in particolari occasioni come ad Auckland (Nuova Zelanda) nell'ottobre 2002 in occasione della 31° edizione dell'America's Cup e più recentemente ad Atene nel 2004 per le Olimpiadi ed a Portsmouth nel 2005 per la commemorazione della battaglia di Trafalgar ove ha avuto un ruolo di primo piano.
È un veliero che mantiene vive le vecchie tradizioni. Le vele sono ancora in tela olona, le cime sono tutte ancora di materiale vegetale, e tutte le manovre vengono rigorosamente eseguite a mano; ogni ordine a bordo viene impartito dal comandante, tramite il nostromo, con il fischietto; l'imbarco e lo sbarco di un Ufficiale avviene con gli onori al barcarizzo a seconda del grado dell'ospite.
Nel 2006, a 75 anni dall'entrata in servizio, ha ricevuto presso l'Arsenale Militare Marittimo della Spezia pesanti lavori di manutenzione con la sostituzione completa dell'albero di trinchetto per sopraggiunti limiti di usura, ricostruito fedelmente all'originale ricorrendo alle artigianali tecniche dell'epoca; la sostituzione di alcune lamiere a scafo richiodate da abili artigiani e la riconfigurazione del locale ausiliari con impianti di recente concezione.
immaginatevi la mia gioia nel vedere un assembramento di rocchetti nella nebbia,
gioia subito seguita dallo sconforto nel constatare che sono anni che non guardo la situazione sforzi sul disarmo, pare che ci sia molto da leggere in proposito per dissipare la nebbia, partendo da:
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