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"TV CHAINE INCONNUE. La chaîne demandée n'existe pas"
"TV CHANNEL UNKNOWN. The requested channel does not exist."
Déconnexions fibre : je suis maintenant coupée de la connexion avec mon fournisseur d'accés et chaque fois et ce panneau s'affiche sur la télévision : "TV CHAINE INCONNUE. La chaîne demandée n'existe pas"
Pareil sur toutes les chaines.
Coupures fibre ==> pannes internet et télévision.
Encore une fois depuis un moment j'ai des déconnexions fibre, très brèves mais très nombreuses, qui entrainent des pannes internet et télévision.
Mais ça s'aggrave, maintenant à chaque déconnexion je suis totalement coupée de mon fournisseur d'accés, je ne dirai pas lequel. Voir la photo. Je finis par récupérer la connexion, mais c'est angoissant et très inquiétant.
Très inquiétant parce que le technicien de l'équipe locale de mon fournisseur avec qui je communique chaque jour depuis... et ses collègues n'ont aucune idée de ce qui se passe.
J'ai envoyé la photo, ils ont donc la preuve de la déconnexion d'avec mon fournisseur. Et ça semble beaucoup les inquiéter. Moi aussi.
Il a tenté de faire remonter le problème au niveau supérieur, pour avertir et comprendre ce qui se passe et réparer ce qui cause ces déconnexions totales , mais l'escalade est impossible. Bloqué au niveau local.
Pour que le niveau supérieur accepte la transmission il faut qu'un de leurs techniciens constate le problème sur place, donc voir chez moi le texte de la photo s'afficher...
C'est aberrant et impossible, puisque les déconnexions sont imprévisibles, elles arrivent à n'importe quel moment !
J'ai proposé qu'un technicien amène sont lit de camp, éventuellement ses sandwichs, et son sac de couchage pour passer 24 h chez moi à observer la télévision et noter les pannes. C'était une plaisanterie ! Le technicien aussi stressé que moi m'a prise au sérieux, et m'a répondu qu'on ne pouvait pas payer un technicien à rester 24 h chez moi, avant que je lui réponde que c'était une plaisanterie ironique !
Je me suis rappelé que le dernier technicien qui était venu chez moi lors de la précédente panne, après le changement de deux server et d'un player, avait conclu que ça venait du boitier fibre, et de bien signaler au prochain technicien qui viendrait si les déconnexions recommençaient de venir avec un boitier fibre neuf et de le changer.
Je l'ai signalé. Un technicien vient vendredi 26 décembre entre 8 et 10 h. J'espère qu'il aura la boitier fibre neuf et qu'il aura l'autorisation de procèder à l'échange.
Et qu'il en sera fini des déconnexions... si la coupure totale avec mon fournisseur vient bien de là...
Je ne comprends pas. Pourquoi bloquer au niveau local ? Dans toute entreprise on fait remonter le problème qu'on ne connait pas et qu'on ne sait pas réparer localement ? Comment savoir sans faire remonter combien d'abonnés sont impactés par une panne au niveau national, trouver ce qui se passe et réparer ?
Mon fils m'a dit avoir eu ce même problème à Rennes une fois il y a quelques semaines, mais ça ne s'est pas reproduit et il ne l'a pas signalé. Il a eu tort, mais il travaille et n'est devant son téléviseur ou son ordinateur personnel que le soir ou le week-end, et pas en permanence.
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Fiber disconnections: I'm now cut off from my internet service provider, and every time, this message appears on the TV: "TV CHANNEL UNKNOWN. The requested channel does not exist."
The same thing happens on all channels.
Fiber outages ==> internet and TV outages.
Once again, for a while now, I've been experiencing very brief but frequent fiber disconnections, which cause internet and TV outages.
But it's getting worse; now, with each disconnection, I'm completely cut off from my internet service provider (I won't say which one). See the photo. I eventually get the connection back, but it's distressing and very worrying.
Very worrying because the technician from my provider's local team, with whom I've been communicating every day since... and his colleagues have no idea what's going on.
I sent them the photo, so they have proof of the disconnection from my provider. And it seems to worry them a lot. Me too.
He tried to escalate the issue to a higher level, to get an explanation and understand what's happening and fix the cause of these complete disconnections, but escalation is impossible. It's stuck at the local level.
For the higher level to accept the escalation, one of their technicians needs to see the problem on-site, meaning I need to see the text in the photo displayed at my home... This is absurd and impossible, since the disconnections are unpredictable; they happen at any time!
I suggested that a technician bring his cot, maybe some sandwiches, and his sleeping bag to spend 24 hours at my house observing the television and noting the malfunctions. It was a joke! The technician, as stressed as I was, took me seriously and told me that we couldn't pay a technician to stay at my house for 24 hours, before I replied that it was a sarcastic joke!
I remembered that the last technician who came to my house during the previous outage, after replacing two servers and a player, concluded that the problem was with the fiber box. He told the next technician to bring a new fiber box and replace it if the disconnections started again.
I did so. A technician is coming on Friday, December 26th, between 8 and 10 a.m. I hope he'll have the new fiber box and be authorized to perform the replacement.
And that will be the end of the disconnections... if the total outage with my provider is indeed due to this...
I don't understand. Why the local blockage? In any company, you escalate problems you don't know about and can't fix locally. How can you find out how many subscribers are affected by an outage nationwide, figure out what's happening, and fix it, without escalating it?
My son told me he had the same problem in Rennes once a few weeks ago, but it hasn't happened again and he didn't report it. He was wrong, but he works and is only in front of his television or personal computer in the evenings or on weekends, not all the time.
I've talked several times through my images how I like to observe and study in my work the concept of isolation in modern society, and the fact that when alone in a crowd we take solitary refuge in our cellphone devices to (irony!) isolate ourselves from the physical crowd to enter the cyber world looking for the "invisible" one to connect with... I think that at the parade this year someone took the concept to another level ;-)
Mermaid Parade 2011
Coney Island,
New York.
June 2011
© Sion Fullana
All Rights Reserved.
DO NOT reproduce or repost without permission. Thanks
"Ascension of Silence" is a digital artwork that reinterprets classical surrealism with strong spiritual symbolism. At the center, a floating baroque-style statue with open arms represents spiritual elevation and detachment from the earthly realm. It is enclosed within an open oratory, a symbol of contemplation. Red balloons float around it, suggesting spiritual joy and inner freedom, contrasting with the scene’s somber tones. One balloon lies on the ground, symbolizing spiritual disconnection. A lit candle at the statue’s base emits a soft light, evoking divine presence and hope. The piece uses shadows and visual metaphors to create a dreamlike atmosphere, reminiscent of artists like Magritte and de Chirico. Ultimately, "Ascension of Silence" invites reflection on the spiritual path: are we ascending, or fallen in silence like the lone balloon?
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How do I make you understand what I'm going through? Have you been feeling the disconnection, the burning inbetween that doesn't let you feel as deep or as true as you so desperately want to? If you have, then you'll know why I burst into laughter when I saw this sight, biking home from work in the shuttering cold of autumn. I'm so anxious for beauty these days, and when I see it, something snaps inside and I don't know what will come out. This late in the season, it gets pressing on the margins for all concerned. For my emotions, my wallet, the birds of the sky, the creatures of the forest, the leaves of the trees. All are being pushed into the hard and worrisome corners.
I'm so eager to feel, so needing to be felt. I hope you read these things I write. There are times that I feel so very alone...
This moody, atmospheric image captures a weathered payphone—a silent reminder of a bygone era. The scratched metal, graffiti, and worn surfaces reflect the passage of time, evoking nostalgia and a sense of abandonment. Once a vital tool for communication, this relic now stands as a symbol of disconnection in an age dominated by modern technology.
In ‘The Genesis Exhibition: Do Ho Suh: Walk the House’, Korean-born, London-based artist Do Ho Suh invites visitors to explore his large-scale installations, sculptures, videos and drawings in this major survey exhibition.
Is home a place, a feeling, or an idea? Suh asks timely questions about the enigma of home, identity and how we move through and inhabit the world around us.
With immersive artworks exploring belonging, collectivity and individuality, connection and disconnection, Suh examines the intricate relationship between architecture, space, the body, and the memories and the moments that make us who we are.
Source: www.tate.org.uk/whats-on/tate-modern/the-genesis-exhibiti...
Detail within the work
Nest/s (2024)
Nest/s is connected to an ongoing fabric architecture series Suh calls ‘Hubs’. They form what he describes as an ‘impossible’ architecture. The Hubs serie is based on threshold, such as corridors or entryways, from spaces Suh has occupied throughout his life. In Nest/s, each section is drawn from rooms Suh has inhabited, which together create a continuous passageway. Unlike most building materials, the translucency and delicacy of the textile conveys impressions of the original space rather than acting as a precise replica. The work is made through centuries-old techniques of working with fabric in Korea. The polyester material is today used for traditional Korean summer clothing, emphasizing Suh’s interest in the relationship between architecture and the body. Nest/s breathable and porous quality allows in the surroundings of the museum and the sight of visitors passing through it, blurring the boundaries between inside and outside? Suh considers the fabric architectures to be ‘activated’ once occupied.
Source: Info in the exhibition, right next to the work
Europe’s Spaceport in French Guiana is preparing for the arrival of Ariane 6, ESA’s new heavy-lift rocket. This involves the final preparations of the new Ariane 6 launch complex and all the systems necessary for a launch.
With the mobile gantry fully retracted – as for a launch, two articulated cryogenic arms attached to the upper part of the Ariane 6 mast on the launch pad, mimicked the moment of liftoff.
These tests repeated earlier tests performed in Fos-sur-Mer, France.
The ‘cryo-arms’ are part of the fluidic connection system which connects to Ariane 6 in the final countdown to launch. They support the upper umbilicals which supply cryogenic top-up fuel, maintain the correct pressurisation of the tanks, cool the engines before ignition and generally keep the upper stage in an optimal condition right up to the point of liftoff. The same umbilicals allow the fuel to be drained safely if a launch is aborted.
Each arm is 13 m long and weighs 20 tonnes. One arm supplies liquid hydrogen at -250°C, the other supplies liquid oxygen at -180°C. When Ariane 6 lifts off, these arms will disconnect from the rocket and then pivot away quickly in just 2.6 seconds to avoid interfering with the rocket's ascent.
This manoeuvre requires great precision in order, almost simultaneously, to disconnect the arms, protect the supply hoses from gas ejections from the boosters and allow the launch vehicle to pass while avoiding any contact with it.
A 50-tonne counterweight inside the mast – as heavy as a humpback whale – speeds up the retraction of the arms. A smart damping system allows the arms to brake before the end of their swing backwards in order to preserve the mechanical links with the mast.
Keeping the fluidic supplies connected with the rocket until the moment of liftoff guarantees the best availability and simplification of the interface with the launch vehicle.
The disconnection of the cryo-arms from Ariane 6 is much faster than it is from Ariane 5 which is six seconds before liftoff. This means the sequence for Ariane 6 can be triggered at the latest possible moment in the countdown reducing the chance of unnecessary disconnects on an aborted launch.
Credits: ESA/CNES/Arianespace/Optique Vidéo du CSG - P Piron
It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
- Buddha
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=1a76FeV2-Dw
SHE TALKS TO ANGELS by BLACK CROWES
FALLEN ANGELS ARE FOREVER YOUNG, BUT MORTALS RETURN TO EARTH
A short work of fiction telling the story of a fallen angel who fell in love with a mortal ... They lived a Bohemian existence and roamed the world together like romantic gypsies, but mortals grow old, but not always and fallen angels may or may not return to heaven … This is their ambiguous story … I am just the story teller. The interpretation is for you to decide … ; 0))
He told me he was just a simple man,
ever since the rib of Eve when life began
I found him as he wrote his Book of Ancient lore
and he caught me as I tumbled to the wine-stained floor
In retrospect, it still looks like that's all there was
A simple uncluttered, unfettered life, a rebel writer without a clause
on the outside Bohemian existence; on the inside existentially rife
I was his girl and together we lived a single life
by that I mean as one; not in any sense apart
the unspoken knowledge lived quietly
hidden deeply within our hearts
we moved from town to town on the outskirts of other human lives
avoided the lies of smallville shame-hooded scorn-filled eyes
We hitched the Dartmoor pony to the single wooden trap
I hitched my skirts and petticoats up so as to avoid the wrap
of shackles that would keep me earthward bound
and heckles that would rise from less than solid ground
shackled every long dark Winter's night to him
his heckles rose with each newly anticipated breaking dawn
so why did it take me so long to realise
the disconnection from my seemingly contented gypsy life
was it something I couldn't even fathom it ran so deep
as the deepest ocean bed, even though I was his wife
in every sense except in law but then
we never followed that straight and narrow line
the confines of suburban self-made men
never bothered us or crossed our minds
he called me his little angel; I called him my prince of men
he said I talked to angels so I must have been like one of them
I thought he talked to crows; he had them in his power
he taught them tricks and they obeyed;
but he could never teach me the hours
he said I was far beyond the ways of men
that time had somehow left me alone
escaped it's notice, freed my bones
so wings could grow and I could fly
that's why he tied me to the night
by day there was nothing he could do but cry
he kept to the shadows as that was his due
the sun would raise him down if he stepped into view
he knew I knew what he was all about
no longer simple swings and roundabouts
he knew that it was only now a small matter of time
before I flew out of sight and was gone far from him and away
it just so happened one bright and glorious sun-drenched day
the shackles rusted right through in the storm-sodden night
and his heckles began to rise
but dissipated with the morning dew
the light burned out in his dark and solemn eyes
and he could see where I was at
and I could see that he was resigned
I guess he knew this day would come
as he stepped into the blistering sun that rendered him now blind
I tried to stop him, told him not to follow me
but he insisted there was nothing left for him now to be
as he freed himself from the shadows where he had clung so long
and crumbled slowly into the dust from whence he came
I shed a tear for what might have been
but I had to follow my destiny and leave him to his fate
I flew up into the blue abyss on newly formed wings as white as mist
but always safe within my heart,
the memory of another life and love exist
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"...She had come to understand what the solitary long-distance traveler learns after months on the road--that in the course of time a trip stops being an interlude of distractions and detours, pursuing sights, looking for pleasures, and becomes a series of disconnections, giving up comfort, abandoning or being abandoned by friends, passing the time in obscure places, inured to the concept of delay, since the trip itself is a succession of delays.
Solving problems, finding meals, buying new clothes and giving away old ones, getting laundry done, buying tickets, scavenging for cheap hotels, studying maps, being alone but not lonely. It was not about happiness but safety, finding serenity, making discoveries in all this locomotion and an equal serenity when she had a place to roost"...
Paul Theroux
Akihabara is a district in the Chiyoda ward of Tokyo, Japan. The name Akihabara is a shortening of Akibagahara (autumn leaf field), which ultimately comes from Akiba, named after a fire-controlling deity for a firefighting shrine built after the area was destroyed by a fire in 1869.
Akihabara gained the nickname Akihabara Electric Town (Akihabara Denki Gai) shortly after World War II for being a major shopping center for household electronic goods and the post-war black market.
Nowadays, Akihabara is considered by many to be an otaku cultural center and a shopping district for video games, anime, manga, and computer goods. Icons from popular anime and manga are displayed prominently on the shops in the area, and numerous maid cafés are found throughout the district.
The area that is now Akihabara was once near a city gate of Edo and served as a passage between the city and northwestern Japan. This made the region a home to many craftsmen and tradesmen, as well as some low class samurai. One of Tokyo’s frequent fires destroyed the area in 1869, and the people decided to replace the buildings of the area with a shrine called Chinkasha, meaning fire extinguisher shrine, in an attempt to prevent the spread of future fires. The locals nicknamed the shrine Akiba after a deity that could control fire, and the area around it became known as Akibagahara and later Akihabara.
In 1890, the Akihabara Station became a major freight transit point, which allowed a vegetable and fruit market to spring up in the district. Then, in the 1920s, the station saw a large volume of passengers after opening for public transport, and after World War II, the black market thrived in the absence of a strong government. This disconnection of Akihabara from government authority has allowed the district to grow as a market city and given rise to an excellent atmosphere for entrepreneurship. In the 1930s, this climate turned Akihabara into a future-oriented market region specializing in household electronics, such as washing machines, refrigerators, televisions, and stereos, earning Akihabara the nickname "Electric Town".
As household electronics began to lose their futuristic appeal in about the 1980s, the shops of Akihabara shifted their focus to home computers at a time when they were only used by specialists and hobbyists. This new specialization brought in a new type of consumer, computer nerds or otaku.
The market in Akihabara naturally latched onto their new customer base that was focused on anime, manga, and video games. The connection between Akihabara and otaku has survived and grown to the point that the region is now known worldwide as a center for otaku culture, and most otaku even consider Akihabara to be a sacred place.
Despite being only 24x24mm square this little pinhole negative has a lot going on. We've got sky, clouds, sea, container ship, beach, promenade, life belt holder, some beautiful flare and colour!
Yet despite all that it's right up my minimalist street. It's amazing what you can condense a location down to in an photograph. Minimalist photography doesn't have to contain nothing, this contains everything that was there. Just in a way that suggests it with shape, form, texture and a smidge of colour.
It's super easy to take a snapshot but it only requires a small amount of time, thought and disconnection to make something else. Love it when a plan comes together.
Chroma Cube 135 pinhole
3D printed
Kodak ColorPlus 200
24x24mm frame
Pixl-latr
Meilo Minotaur’s installation The Overwhelm is both a house and a stage, where private life presents itself in its slow, disturbing anguish. It is about family, the overbearing weight of being responsible for a new life, disconnection, excruciating loneliness, and the shared commonness of this experience.
"Why should this house be made a stage? To be seen.
Why should it be seen? So we won’t feel alone."
Bueno después de la desconexión del verano, ya es hora de no solo reiniciar el trabajo sino también de compartir las fotos que he ido haciendo.
Al igual que el verano ha estado lleno de contrastes en el tiempo, esta toma tiene dos elementos uno rígido, solido frente a otro flexible y ligero, donde ambos ven pasar el tiempo y las personas que viven al lado de ellos.
Well after the disconnection of the summer, it's time to not only restart the work, it's time to share the photos also than I've been doing in this summer.
Just as summer has been full of contrasts over weather, this picture has two elements one rigid solid versus another flexible and lightweight, where both watch the time pass and the people living next to them.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Inspired by and Reimagined
In a darkened chamber lit only by flickering industrial lights, a towering cybernetic revenant stands sentinel — half war machine, half ossified relic of humanity. Its bare skull, yellowed and cracked with age, is embedded with neural ports, clamps, and worn comms tech, the remnants of countless integrations and disconnections. Thick armored cables snake from its jaw and spine into a bulked exosuit of tarnished steel, scarred by battle and corrosion.
Each piece of the armor feels like it was forged in an age long past — with visible wear, deep scoring, and faded insignia etched into its massive chestplate. Snow or dust drifts in slow motion through the stale air, suspended by a stillness that feels post-apocalyptic. The skeletal figure’s mouth is locked open in a silent, eternal scream — rage or command, no one can tell.
From my 2014 series, 'Sanctuary', created for my final year of studies.
"I think that my love for photography was first kindled during long stints in hospital, photographing flowers that my mother had brought me. Throughout my adolescence I struggled with my mental and physical health, and nature was a sanctuary and escape for me. I lament the disconnection between our everyday lives and the natural world. The vulnerability, hope and suffering that I experienced, combined with the beauty and majesty of nature, inspired this body of work."
The comet moved to the western skies as it passed its closest distance to Earth and is visible with naked-eye from dark skies. On 23 October the ion tail was quite active, with knots and disconnections.
Equipment: 135mm Samyang f/2 wide open, unmodified Olympus E-PL5.
23x15s and 1x25s ISO 1600 frames from Bortle 3 skies of eastern Crete. Edited with DSS and SIRIL.
© Luís Campillo 2015
Model Saryta Vinagrero.
www.facebook.com/pages/Sara-Vinagrero-Ilustradora-Bailari...
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amidst the vibrant pulse of aix-en-provence, he strides, a solitary figure in motion against the static backdrop of a city in repose. the cap, a tribute to a team, speaks of loyalty in transient times. his gaze, fixed on the unseen horizon of his smartphone screen, narrates a story of connected disconnection. the urban tapestry, a mélange of shutters and vibrant hues, frames him in a portrait of modern intent. there's a rhythmic cadence to his step, a quiet defiance against the stillness that surrounds him.
[image created on 3-4-2024]
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
If you would like to support my work and my family, one way you can do so is by ordering my zines:
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Today I cooked a new dish: broccoli croquettes. I love being cooking in the kitchen if I have time. It peaces me... Some moments of relax and disconnection
Natalie Goldberg is an American popular author and speaker. She is best known for a series of books which explore writing as Zen practice.
"Stress is a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath." - Natalie Goldberg.
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digital manipulation
Bowen Park, Nanaimo, BC
The average lifespan of a totem pole is less than 100 years. To date, six totem poles in Nanaimo have been taken down due to safety concerns, including five in Bowen Park erected in 1972.
When totems become rotten and unstable, they are laid down during a disconnection ceremony held by First Nations members. The totem is allowed to naturally decay and return to the earth.
The image is actually a time lapse of Comet Lovejoy (C/2014 Q2) photographed on January 10th 2015 between 8:58 pm and 11:31 pm TMEC.
The video consists of about 100 images taken by DLRS Canon 60 Da with Takahashi TOA 130 to F 1000.
In the time-lapse we can observe the metamorphosis in the DE part (disconnection of the event) of the tail and also the second very weak and newly formed tail.
Also in the video you can see some cosmic rays that "greet" the passage of the comet.
Images was taken by Antonio Ferretti (Photo Acquisition) from Lanciano (Italy) and Attilio Bruzzone (Imaging Processing).
The Imperial
Extravagance and a disconnection with the world are the essences of luxury. The OFSI Imperial is nothing short of those features. Over thirty feet long, with a rumbling 15,000 horsepower engine, there is nothing that can stop you*. The V12, along with the revolutionary dual transmission can send The Imperial up to 200 mph. Interior is standard equipped with the most expensive leather and wood we could find. The body is designed in honor of the great luxury vehicles of the 20’s and 30’s Duesenberg, and Mercedes-Benz, were the main inspirations. Already revered by the media, it won “Best Large Vehicle” at Bricks by the Bay 2012. The OFSI plans to only build two, each with a price of 1 billion dollars.
Chauffeur included for one year.
OFSI Motors
Nightdrop Division
“Insanity is mandatory”
This was my award winning vehicle from Bricks by the Bay, It was finished a week before the convention. The Imperial had been a WIP over a few months; proportions were all very tricky to get right. Luckily I finished it in time and my work paid off.
Image inspired by Sir Nadroj's Sentinel 400 scene
🎧 microscopic meditations offered for heart and heart's ease, after listening to morning blessings of Mahant Swami Maharaj in his divine presence in Mumbai on 23 February 2023:
to see right there in the palm of your hand, a place where consciousness & the subliminal gather in hands cupped like a bowl; to go into the forest with this bowl, where silence and beauty are the deepest; and that’s when the magic happens...
phone isn’t
the same string
from person to
person now
that we carry
them and
have no homes
eileen myles
when you 'get it,' the language is heart's ease - beautiful, connected, resonant; and when you don’t, it can be frustrating to ramble about an isolating experience.{} honesty is a sine qua non to this reflection process...all I want is to be opened.
Meditation 1: painful intimacy - emotional openness ...which stems from startled silence of emotion; emotion never dodged, only the details. an intimacy which is not destructive, on the contrary, it becomes constructive to discover through the fogs of silence, the secret of the wounds. an innocent intimacy as you meditate like writing a letter to a close friend, confiding the innermost and intimate nature of that kind of conversation:
between two infinities, when one can never spin fast enough to catch a glimpse of the spinning world; zoom in - a pas de loup. body-edged journey squaring the circle; where openness is not charted - soul-flow is getting missed; and so the next second brings storm-clouds ☁ over the head; unguarded position found. le séjour. it brings in triple waves - of emptiness, of hurried emotions (signs of dizziness you don't know) and of deeply unfathomable feelings (when light and darkness is felt closer than ever); feeling cold to take the next step in the shivering rain that never stops, one further feels the subtle clouds looming over a larger distance as far as you can see, to bring in muted moments of indecision. terra incognita - the map of every place in the mind of 'jonathan livingston storm gull'; wherein to find the path means to lose the peace. a silver lining gains a place of esteem in the head-cloud, “we don't patch up and piece together the time spent with illusions.”
"I tie my handkerchief
to a kite
to try and dry
the cries of
the clouds up there.
Pour, pour:
oh, if only
I hadn’t loaned
my umbrella
to that submarine!"
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playing the royal game in circles, 'put the blame on', each and every day, the paper airplanes fly inside through the window; the newspaper has been crying another day older denying any liability in non-fulfillment to worth of life; the auto-triggered paralyzing thoughts of a messy heart slowly finds the status quo - the chaos reigns as reprehensible acts gain momentum and then it will no longer be possible to stave off utter misery; pollen's hardened outer coating, the honey bees cleave the grains at a vulnerable point. a moth-like attraction to the mental processes full of waves of frivolity, that will cost the moth everything; recklessness always turns out to be expensive, yet the mind clothed in rags remains obdurate as it cannot let go the sub-stratum of such images which spring to the impromptu mind who dreams to robe ornate clothing; images which are result of attraction of cohesion to the highest beauty which a flesh-mental-ego self would love to marry. the dense calendar flows like water bursting out through your hands and yet the empty thirst never quenched; and when you really wake up, the corrosive paper airplane has been compelled to form a slowly moving boat of ineptitude, asking you to drink your own tears. with bonds damaged, tissue paper in water, coming apart from a sailing quality. inundated areas of thinking start to project the weakness on others. same emotion tumbling around in your head, amorphous but forming. evaporating as the years pass by and the brooding clouds keep crying. even when the skies clear, there is a constellation of grief around and there is no clearing of deceit-less path to find a way out of the shame, dread, debt, doubt and sadness. lurching between soaring high waves and agonizing lows waves, how can one sail in the ruling tides of haunted past, wistful present, and the disorienting future? simply unmoored, breasting the surging tide, the turbulent seas...
heart does the assignment
underlines the words
after mind erases them
the emotion has its own tide coming in
a blank page is a mirror
has the line that won't go away
being aware of the deceptive circles in which you move. ripples... as in the mirror, every little bad dream is preening to be remembered; also a reflection of hangover after past that adumbrates the future and so the mind is churned over again to seek relief-joy; a melting point [IIΙ] for wisdom followed by series of griefs, each compounding the last one. the count never ends; but this creates a immobilizing language of circumstances and sad database, which infiltrates the joy of gratitude and the defense of it.
"every problem has a solution. the problem is to find the solution to the problem." — pierre filion
irredeemably till how long will you will you continue to define yourself but not refine yourself into aligned understanding? restructuring of the self and reality needs to see the essence - 'the soul can always evolve.' backfired, in measuring the positive parts of life, the numbered days of the passing life does not paint the whole picture; and yet they start becoming a Lazy Sunday - each day. and so finding satisfaction in moments of stark relief, punctured in these wasted days, a recluse does not think beyond the merry-go-round of the numbered whole.
"Books were to her not an end in themselves but a substitute for living. She raced through folios because she was forbidden to scamper on the grass." Virginia Woolf on Aurora Leigh
so much information to be deposited elsewhere keeps coming at you and very little manages to stick and make you think better. things can move better and be possible, only when you are in a state of grace, when deep channels are open throughout; deeply stirred balance maintained. but ignorance can quickly hold us as whole, at most of the times, like no knowing can; because in this shelled ignorance lies body-edged joy brought in quickly, not even giving a fortnight of chance to the story of patience - that which can ripen as the joy of an enduring kind - a story about river meeting it's sea. instead our story becomes like sea channels that needs regular dredging to stay open and that cannot happen by staying shrouded in mystery.
futzing around ever since,
a story about story-lessness,
or to become of worthlessness
or ideas left to stew in
vat of pulpy esoteric stew.
again, a fear to lose the face,
in those staircase encounters,
where unsettled ghosts linger.
formlessness of the darkness
living an austere life, existence
you hardly even acknowledge
eyes of others; felt ambivalence
as time passes distance grows
leaves a couple of points undefined.
until you really stop to examine
the progression and coherence,
the dreary analytical lines can spin
into excess; inhibiting the soul-work.
an afterthought to character development
wasn’t really addressing any
of the questions that really drew me,
a muffled voice says within & still mumbling
lines follow shifts in the thoughts and feelings
with no break in the texture and flow
homogeneous passages maddeningly ambiguous
dense & abstract aesthetic, return to form
emotionlessly transposing world into word.
to make the thought sound more deep than it is.
looking to address such battles
of the negligible music; with a narrative
from the timbre of his voice
every story wants every vile human impulse
to be transformed through care; and,
in case you forget who i am, do not
forget the common ground, just plowed
grief isn’t fresh but it’s ongoing
confounds but deepen us
the glimmers of hope deep inside you
grateful, not hateful.
enter the harvest time
.
"most of our problems proceed from our inability
to sit quietly in a small room." — pascal.
solving one problem by creating other problems is not the way to do things... don't you see?
feeling discouraged as well as judgmental, how much overwhelming information would be flitting around the mind? still the plans for the road ahead were always ditched for the earliest fixations of the mind - a way to grapple with un-grappable feelings as well as tendency to crumble in pressure situations. with nothing at stake, the relief-joy moments are delineated'; merry - no - round, there is an unseen hole in this illusory sense of whole and unable to deal with the painful and prosaic realities of life. the relief-wisdom, if at all gained in the process, may never get beyond just being good - becoming a lengthy as well as single monotonous line without a melody.
“I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.” ― Sylvia Plath
“Growth in painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.”
in such a state of inconsequential affairs, when one's heart is fettered with memories and when one's heart does not really get moved, the strident hinged door opens up certain promising techniques of the times. the cross is, basically, that the portrait of the soul loses many wholes with frontal light of such techniques. such techniques like mindfulness to the present moment and other quick-fix ways will never fill the void within nor answer a lot of questions about 'right affection'. continuing our discordant chorus, the fulfillment of heart never really happens as one switches between the light and dark moments without much rhyme or reason. after a peak of body-edged joy trying to fill the bottomless ego, there is a rapidly decreasing taste of enjoyment as the senses are blunted to some extent. momentarily stumped and yet to forget the queasy feelings and as an act of coping mechanism, one is pulled in to that same cycle of relief-joy and then feeling rather stung by the pleasure. if it was treasured time, why that became a trash time? why you grew more and more despondent? why ashamed to see what you leave in your wake? inured to stress, as if the side-lined efforts were for nought - the factor by which nothing will multiply and fickleness of eyes never saturated; now, never eager to receive the grace of the Purest who can enlighten the earnest eyes.
"a shrug says sorry" and you stay near but elsewhere; and you delude yourself to exist trouble-free in same plane of thoughts but not able to see how the grace can end the suffering created by struggle between truth consciousness and unconsciousness of peace-making pathways. in over-trying to do things in own mind's dominant reaction to difficult situations, you forget to establish the rhythm formed in the pathway charted through fortitude, and a graceful rhythm as being greatly reflected in the Purest Heart.
everything the heart needed appears in that moment of belonging to the Heart breathing the truth of devotion, and then recedes as the delusion in own mind also intensifies when crisscrossing the landscapes of momentary belonging is a journey to pass into days of dust. near to the wild heart, with this mindset of giving all-or-nothing and letting time slip in rolls-royce ecstasy, till when can one wait to have the courage for surrendering to the compassionate Truth? and travel through gates of vulnerability before the scorpion tells the truth? is it that when eyes ache, then only it can be seen that the self which resisted baring is going to fail? shouldn't the methods of living life as learned behavior of unawareness and unwanted urges, expose the hollowness in one or another area, till the collective trauma of the profound personal loss is not addressed by going to the source? to see what blesses and sustains us at the source level. it is definitely some grace received to find that inner alignment and rhythm and then asking the right questions.
"Days pass when I forget the mystery." — Denise Levertov
steeped in comfort, till when can you continue to secure a favorable or transcendent narrative to camouflage unscrupulous deeds? isn't it too taxing to maintain our pretenses with the ugly tedium of explanatory justifications? of commanding cerebral experiences? of disparaging cliches? when will you stop the inflationary use of the compensatory and positive words that are not a stitch in time to save nine? don't you see that these words of suffocating clarity trickle down and gets stuck in your heart like a thorn? when will that understanding happen to see - why you've been protecting yourself, wearing a hat always in style, instead of wholeheartedly working on protecting the truth? don't you know that only the pencil will support your weight without leaving an indelible scar? how will you navigate your own self-doubts and misgivings? are you really interrogating the nature of your fears or just becoming more weaker with the fear of questions? will not, adding here of one more thing, to the list of interfering questions, create more disconnection and disorientation and cast doubt across decades; or are these questions stepping in stones to meet the hurtful part of self? to see how deterioration started by collusion with this gradual process of enticement. how long will you entertain false-hearted guests to your thought process? don't you see that every little comment from them just chips away at your confidence.
ventriloquizing of a voice dreaded throughout from an ingrained identity but not from purity of a soul? forced to question when you are ruing the lost time? are these self-obsessed questions another form of resistance - a daily resistance to death (or reluctance to let go) and an embrace of life? or are these tea-time questions, a sign of sugar full of procrastination to indefinite prolongation and beyond? a sign of inveterate tendency to overlook the course of action? can just asking more of such unconsidered questions fill your ravenous soul? soul that is increasingly being alienated from own purpose and true self. would you like when someone quizzes you about your irrecoverable unemployment? ignoring the many ways of associative knowing, life destroyed by silent-natured embarrassing relationships and obliterated by subsequent incidences of missing the deeper and subtler eye to see through such awkward involvements. can you read your personal, intimate book? incapable of deep-reading, eliminating the mystifying features of the study days; alienated and demystified from natural world and natural order to study, you only exclude learning and wonder pathways and become hardened to integrate them. unsure but hopeful, in the end, are these spiritual questions limbering up or just the magnitude of cerebral questions in which you feel cleaving of mind between intimacy and distance for the same concepts seen in limited observation of the mind shining through flashbacks of fragmentary memories; maybe, like Emily since the ancient times, cannot explain with a delicate-as-lace sentences poem:
The Lost Thought
I felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.
The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before, ,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.
Emily Dickinson (can you see if Emily in you retreated further into herself or emerged out open to big change?) she saw deeply and so could also see that something was missing. unfortunately, she couldn't put her finger on what that was. She definitely did not had a cursory way of looking at grief.
imprisoned within the shrinking confines of a conscribed life, to read the questions straight through will further tangle the mind. and it is difficult to read these questions and "difficult" is a different thing from "incomprehensible". the ego has a false belief that everything will cohere somehow or other, because it all comes from you! to take the next right step, something always gets missed, you say with a sinking voice. a voice which asks, "does not the fragmented structure of the thought process echo your mental state? the general tenor of all but querulous...
mind to soul and soul to mind, each preaching to the choir and so the honest question was never attempted from the very beginning. only ego massage by seemingly big questions and then nothing. the honest question to ask the self mirror is - how principles once rigidly followed become fluid when it becomes expedient? the golden principles can only be truly lived, right from the start, if one is truthful in love, but not by who feigns love for selfish reasons. please do not have a convenient follow up to these questions with a band-aid to plug a deluge.
“when the sky cries, things start to bloom. so, let those tears flow. it's good for you too. all things which greatly hurt me greatly teach me. often, it’s the deepest pain which empowers you to grow into your highest self.” ~ ― karen salmonsohn
grief, I’ve learned, is really just love.
it’s all the love you want to give, but cannot.
all that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest.
grief is just love with no place to go.
jamie anderson
les nuages dans ma tête. going à travers a baffling phase in own life and impossible to act in the moment when thinking diverges into abstractness, it takes extraordinary acts of metamorphosis by fostering qualities of courage and engagement in shaking the self, to get the self looking through after the initial breakthrough - a look for cathartic value in the continuum of life in everyday and of pathways that create better connection to your intermediate stages in journey; bridging through metaphors and similes and the grateful connection to grand continuum. in this act of listening in care, what does being fully present to the moment mean? it is when one brings parts of self together (who had been put up with each other and so had not communicated with each other for long), so that they listen to each other. worth the pain, "i feel so gutted" for the gain of affection; it is then, when one begins to heal and find how the pain hurts so less than subdued grief of regret; and then you listen to your true source in pursuit of the sublime.
did you see this as a fallow period which is now copiously bestowed with the ripening is because of trust of 'Eterna-Oski' who is so steadfast and believing? Tears...
looking into the sea of your eyes, tears broke through me, through my fears, the way frozen river break open after the arrival of spring. once you find your breakthrough moment, rivers of yearning, rivers of reaching... comes through
it is this continuum wholeness where clouds become witness to a graceful sight – leaf joyfully breathes the wind —
looking into the eyes of love in the clouds, what is seen, is a beautiful journey of training as an apprentice with alertness and dedication, to achieve the continuum of consciousness, that is observing – with equanimity and not living from behind the positioned ego, that creates barriers to being fully present.
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Meditation 2: returning with wonder. the pitch and purpose of this peaceful reflection is 'spiritual openness' as a source of clarity and compassion, about how we love.
"But to say, I know—is there any touch in it?
To be there; to listen; not invade. Another solitude ..."
— Jean Valentine
being fully present in the moment is never about being in middle of nowhere. meaning of a word is its use in the language coming from the Heart. shapes of preciousness. ton histoire commence par un voyage. must press on for one last battle, gentle warrior of mine, revisiting the arc - not just a point we’ve arrived at but a direction of travel:
of truly "seeing" where you belong, the vantage point offered, beyond being an oddball; this seeing in essence, becomes a simple yet generative story of mine, of finding a closure - closure to body-edged drifting of self, along the great tendencies of 'nakara' self who always craved to get the crumbs of fairy-tale joy; such an urge, felt by the untested self; felt without stronger feelings due to heartstrings stretched in every direction in the fleeting moments. interplay of disorder and order as day and night follows in a worn world. steering the strong waves with own mind as rudder, between all the competing voices pulling us here, pushing us there, this vantage point of life offering a steady beacon of light by which you can navigate to your authentic self and devote truly in love.
a small bowl
in my hands like the nest
/- joseph fasano
lumière divine sur toi, this vantage point of life - an attachment formed via wonder of the soul to love the dweller inside the inner garden, two doors away and the shrine eight outer barriers away; bringing the purest and golden transformation of self. la caresse, a guide and a gift, an invitation at the same time into yourself and beyond yourself; whispering woods - this secret, no longer held between shadow and light present in every vanishing page of life. everything unfolds from the center with no boundaries of affection.
once a true love is recognized, it takes tremendous courage to make a connection with right affection and completely trust your journey to it, with it. beauty of love that is challenging and comforting at the same time - expanding thoughts to meaning, healing, order, respect, rhythm and timeless calm. compassion you have for those of us who "try" earnestly, humbly and transparently. very taken by this innocence of friendship at its most glorious and by nourishing care, to be lost in contemplation in the grateful wonder of this garden .. following the great footsteps, this homecoming filling the void of the soul at the feelings level, relevant and true - of experiencing 'Eterna Tenderness' of Purest Hearts.
a thought under my pillow, glowing in the morning's dark
now all the efforts surf on 'finesse et légèreté'/fineness & lightness. performing the poetry of such tenderness together, of nurturing one another, a great joy comes when we re-imagine our world together united as one. nourished wisdom that plants seeds of Tenderness... of beauty and light. the more generously we love, the more blessed we lead our lives and get to flourish. compelling honesty cast like dandelions upon the air of thoughts; with such ease, and such care that only true friendship can do. companionship thought buds toward devotion, blossoming with tender honesty and deeper truths.
Dear Heart, do not be stymied by what you consider as mistakes. keep growing in our joy of togetherness.
when i'm not thinking about anything else, that’s joy forever. heart is no longer vacant of dreams; yet, never a wish for something more, now, every dream i have, transcends me to same garden of the Heart where I see the Form behind the light. one stays amazed in this magical dream so truthful, and from that moment, the time was enfolded in the act of being fully present to unfold the bundles of conversational joy with a steadfast companion; and now the earthly glow responds with saintliness to blossom the flowers of peace for one and all - a wish, highest of all.
A portrait series exploring the feeling of dysphoria. Disconnection between the self and the reflection, between presence and perception.
Photos by MoudBarthez.
Model's ig: @Maariaaan. Helsinki, Winter 2025.
Starry Night [Ivana Jelic & Pavel Petrovic - Serbia]
at Light Art Knokke-Heist
Now that we can rarely see a clear starry sky in our urbanized areas anymore, the artists remind us with their impressive light installation -quite a contradiction- of the natural beauty that we miss. Their contemporary interpretation of Van Gogh's "The Starry Night" reminds us of our disconnection with nature.
Source: app Light Art Knokke-Heist
Nu we in onze verstedelijkte gebieden nog zelden een heldere sterrenhemel kunnen aanschouwen herinneren de kunstenaars ons met hun imponerende lichtinstallatie - nogal tegenstrijdig-aan de natuurlijke schoonheid die we missen. Hun hedendagse interpretatie van Van Gogh's "De Sterrennacht" doet ons stilstaan bij onze disconnectie met de natuur.
Bron: app Light Art Knokke-Heist
These MODIS images were taken by NASA’s Terra and Aqua satellites on Nov. 8, 9 and 10, 2013, and show an iceberg that was part of the Pine Island Glacier and is now separating from the Antarctica continent. What appears to be a connection point on the top left portion of the iceberg is actually ice debris floating in the water.
The original rift that formed the iceberg was first observed in October 2011 but as the disconnection was not complete, the “birth” of the iceberg had not yet happened. It is believed the physical separation took place on or about July 10, 2013, however the iceberg persisted in the region, adjacent to the front of the glacier.
The iceberg is estimated to be 21 miles by 12 miles (35 km by 20 km) in size, roughly the size of Singapore. A team of scientists from Sheffield and Southampton universities will track it and try to predict its path using satellite data.
Image credit: NASA
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Europe’s Spaceport in French Guiana is preparing for the arrival of Ariane 6, ESA’s new heavy-lift rocket. This involves the final preparations of the new Ariane 6 launch complex and all the systems necessary for a launch.
With the mobile gantry fully retracted – as for a launch, two articulated cryogenic arms attached to the upper part of the Ariane 6 mast on the launch pad, mimicked the moment of liftoff.
These tests repeated earlier tests performed in Fos-sur-Mer, France.
The ‘cryo-arms’ are part of the fluidic connection system which connects to Ariane 6 in the final countdown to launch. They support the upper umbilicals which supply cryogenic top-up fuel, maintain the correct pressurisation of the tanks, cool the engines before ignition and generally keep the upper stage in an optimal condition right up to the point of liftoff. The same umbilicals allow the fuel to be drained safely if a launch is aborted.
Each arm is 13 m long and weighs 20 tonnes. One arm supplies liquid hydrogen at -250°C, the other supplies liquid oxygen at -180°C. When Ariane 6 lifts off, these arms will disconnect from the rocket and then pivot away quickly in just 2.6 seconds to avoid interfering with the rocket's ascent.
This manoeuvre requires great precision in order, almost simultaneously, to disconnect the arms, protect the supply hoses from gas ejections from the boosters and allow the launch vehicle to pass while avoiding any contact with it.
A 50-tonne counterweight inside the mast – as heavy as a humpback whale – speeds up the retraction of the arms. A smart damping system allows the arms to brake before the end of their swing backwards in order to preserve the mechanical links with the mast.
Keeping the fluidic supplies connected with the rocket until the moment of liftoff guarantees the best availability and simplification of the interface with the launch vehicle.
The disconnection of the cryo-arms from Ariane 6 is much faster than it is from Ariane 5 which is six seconds before liftoff. This means the sequence for Ariane 6 can be triggered at the latest possible moment in the countdown reducing the chance of unnecessary disconnects on an aborted launch.
Credits: ESA/CNES/Arianespace/Optique Vidéo du CSG - P Piron
I so appreciate a moody sky. 😌 The cloud formations above Paris were truly magnificent on my visit 18 years ago.
Traditionally, July, was/is more sunny, but when I visited the City of Love, dramatic clouds peppered the sky... and I soaked it all in. Such a vibe.
Before this trip, I gave up an entire year of my free time, spending hours studying for the CPA exam, often choosing the Boston University library, where I could focus, undistracted. As a non-student, I couldn't get on WIFI and there was not much for social media available (in 2006). Nowadays, unless you can use tech to your advantage and help you focus, I don't know how young adults are studying for the exam. There are so many distractions these days!
A few years ago, when I was using the IG app to primarily promote social causes, while working, training, volunteering and being a mom, I had to create healthy boundaries with it... or I would have never achieved success or moments of peace. I utilized many techniques to limit my use and savored the complete experience disconnection whenever I could (typically on my long runs/rides). Simultaneously, I also didn't judge myself if I got caught up and watched hours of TikTok dance and comedy videos to unwind some days... gosh, as awesome as it is to achieve goals, if you get too caught up in them and over stressed, it's not worth it... gotta protect your mental health, amiright?
🌟To me, protecting mental health these days is maintaining a healthy blend of realism and idealism, given the chaotic state of the world. A concept I had to unlearn, as an adult, is that these two POVs are mutually exclusive (meaning they can't exist at the same time)... and no, that's not true: you can be both a realist (accepting how things are), but also an idealist (such as taking time to think of and dream up future plans, as in my case today: revisiting Paris.) To me, the labels of realist and idealist are another way political parties publicly divide themselves... often portraying democrats as idealists and republicans as realists... when in fact, both parties can't move the US forward. And never will.
Challenging parental and societal beliefs is absolutely crucial to your well-being, especially if they don't feel right. Elements of my upbringing/learning are still in my toolbox, but if I had never taken careful steps towards truly understanding who I am and created boundaries to think for myself along the way, I would have never accomplished some of things I did.
Many parents, myself excluded, choose to live through their children's successes (often pressuring them) and also project their fears onto them... it's a nasty, selfish, narcissistic game we've all repeatedly seen played over so many generations. Reflecting on my lived experience, I truly feel amazed I made it this far, when I think of certain past events and obstacles I've overcome. I always viewed as myself as a guide and protector of children, not as an owner, but maybe one reason is that I've had so many people try to control and own me during my life.
Two years ago, when I needed to make major life changes, to save my own sanity and move forward, I leaned on my mental health toolbox more than ever, which included advice from a few key mentors. And although they have decades of experience, I had to challenge some of their advice to be here today... still in the game of life. 💪
Life sure is wild, right? It's funny because many years ago, my philosophical side often debated the meaning of life ... and eventually I determined it was: "to be". Quite simple. We are human "beings", not human "doings"... but society will tell you different, right? "Do, do, do!" It does seem crazy to me that after all of our human "doing" to date, including both vast technological advancements & our ancestor's sacrifices, that there's more than enough clothing (& other resources) for many future generations and housing for all, but humans collectively still can't figure it out. 🤔
🌍Let me say it a different way: Our world is literally burning and dying on so many levels and as a species, we can't figure it out? Like, at what point, will we just "be"? Even for a single day? Simply put: be satisfied. Anyway, that's the idealist/dreamer in me! 🌟The realist in me sees the pitiful authoritarian dictators and performers putting on quite the show. But why would they stop? They're making a 💩 ton of money, living hedonistic lifestyles and giving the media a lot to talk about, on all platforms. Remember folks: especially in America, after all is said and done, a lot more is said than actually done.
🌟On a funny note, my favorite song to listen to a few years ago, returning from a long run, where'd I'd often brainstorm, but then have to get back to CPA life was: "Back to Life" by Soul II Soul. Haha, I've got a song for everything it seems. Keep calm & carry on, Heidi
Europe’s Spaceport in French Guiana is preparing for the arrival of Ariane 6, ESA’s new heavy-lift rocket. This involves the final preparations of the new Ariane 6 launch complex and all the systems necessary for a launch.
With the mobile gantry fully retracted – as for a launch, two articulated cryogenic arms attached to the upper part of the Ariane 6 mast on the launch pad, mimicked the moment of liftoff.
These tests repeated earlier tests performed in Fos-sur-Mer, France.
The ‘cryo-arms’ are part of the fluidic connection system which connects to Ariane 6 in the final countdown to launch. They support the upper umbilicals which supply cryogenic top-up fuel, maintain the correct pressurisation of the tanks, cool the engines before ignition and generally keep the upper stage in an optimal condition right up to the point of liftoff. The same umbilicals allow the fuel to be drained safely if a launch is aborted.
Each arm is 13 m long and weighs 20 tonnes. One arm supplies liquid hydrogen at -250°C, the other supplies liquid oxygen at -180°C. When Ariane 6 lifts off, these arms will disconnect from the rocket and then pivot away quickly in just 2.6 seconds to avoid interfering with the rocket's ascent.
This manoeuvre requires great precision in order, almost simultaneously, to disconnect the arms, protect the supply hoses from gas ejections from the boosters and allow the launch vehicle to pass while avoiding any contact with it.
A 50-tonne counterweight inside the mast – as heavy as a humpback whale – speeds up the retraction of the arms. A smart damping system allows the arms to brake before the end of their swing backwards in order to preserve the mechanical links with the mast.
Keeping the fluidic supplies connected with the rocket until the moment of liftoff guarantees the best availability and simplification of the interface with the launch vehicle.
The disconnection of the cryo-arms from Ariane 6 is much faster than it is from Ariane 5 which is six seconds before liftoff. This means the sequence for Ariane 6 can be triggered at the latest possible moment in the countdown reducing the chance of unnecessary disconnects on an aborted launch.
Credits: ESA/CNES/Arianespace/Optique Vidéo du CSG - P Piron
The Tasty Three
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This week's location is actually three! A few months ago there was a group of restaurants being demolished which included a Milestones, Montana's and a Kelseys. This was a pretty exciting explore for me as I really enjoy exploring retail locations, they have a post apocalyptic feel to them because they are places that you often visit in a different context, usually when they are full of people. Houses are great but I find there is a sort of disconnection to them since you have no idea what they were like when still in use. With that said, these restaurants were by no means time capsules, they were very modern and were still in operation just a couple of months prior to my visit but now they are gone.
All three of these restaurants were once owned by a company called Recipe Unlimited Corporation, however the company recently sold its Milestones brand. Recipe Unlimited started out in 1883 when it was called Canada Railway News Company, they started out selling newspapers, magazines and confectionaries at railway stations. In the 1930s they started offering catering services to airlines and created a separate business called Aero Caterers Ltd. and by 1951 they were serving 1500 meals per day. In 1961, the company merged its two operations and formed the more widely recognised brand name Cara Operations Limited. In 1977 they entered the retail restaurant business starting out with brands such as Swiss Chalet and Harvey's. Over the years, there were numerous acquisitions as well as a few restaurants they either sold or closed down. In 2018 Cara Operations merged with The Keg and became Recipe Unlimited and they currently own a number of restaurant chains throughout Canada.
The Milestones restaurant was the only one of the three restaurants that hadn't been cleaned out before closing (which makes sense since it was the only one not owned by Recipe Unlimited) and unfortunately that was the first of the buildings to fall. But luckily it was still mostly standing during my visit!
What do you guys think, do you find abandoned restaurants interesting? Let me know in the comments below!
A so-called well of a courtyard (narrow and dark inner courtyard) of a multiple dwelling unit with probably communal appartments near Shpalernaya Street in Saint Petersburg’s city centre, Saint Petersburg, Russia
Some background information:
Kommunalki or communal apartments first appeared in Tsarist Russia. In the early 18th century, the landlords often partitioned rental lodging into so-called "corners", often walk-through tiny dwellings. From the mid-19th century the number of such apartments had drastically increased. Usually they consisted of three to six rooms.
In the 20th century, the Soviet Union undertook "intensive industrialization and urbanization", shifting from 80% of the population living in rural villages and towns at the time of the Revolution, to nearly the same percentage living in cities by the 1990s. People were driven from the countryside by poverty and collectivization, and pulled to the city by the industrialization of the economy. This exodus put enormous pressure on existing urban housing accommodations. Communal apartments were one answer to the housing crisis, and many considered them a step up from the alternatives of housing communes, hostels and barracks.
Lenin conceived of the communal apartment, and drafted a plan to "expropriate and resettle private apartments" shortly after the Russian revolution. His plan inspired many architects to begin communal housing projects, to create a "revolutionary topography". The communal apartment was revolutionary by "uniting different social groups in one physical space". Furthermore, housing belonged to the government and families were allotted an extremely small number of square meters each.
After Stalin’s death in 1953, Khrushchev’s regime “embarked upon a mass housing campaign,” to eliminate the persistent housing shortages, and create private apartments for urban residents. This campaign was a response to popular demand for “better living conditions, single-family housing, and greater privacy;” Khrushchev believed that granting the people private apartments would give them greater enthusiasm for the communist system in place and that improving people’s attitudes and living conditions would lead to a healthier and more productive workforce. However, the new, more private apartments were built quickly, with an emphasis on quantity over quality, and in underdeveloped neighborhoods, with poor systems of public transportation, making daily life harder for workers. These apartment blocks quickly became called "Khrushchyovka", a cross between Khrushchev’s name and the Russian term for slums.
Today there’s certainly still a considerable number of communal apartments, although many of them were already renovated, modernised and converted into private apartments. However, the derelict structural condition of both the inner courtyard and the staircase of this multiple dwelling unit has given me reason to believe that it is occupied by communal apartments. By the way, there was a penetrating smell of faeces on the stairs. Therefore it’s good in this case that the internet still cannot transmit odours.
Space in communal apartments is divided into common spaces and private rooms "mathematically or bureaucratically", with little to no attention paid to the physical space of the existing structures. Most apartments are partitioned in a dysfunctional manner, creating "strange spaces, long corridors, and so-called black entrances through labyrinthine inner courtyards". Entire families lived in a single overcrowded room, with little hope of changing their situation.
Residents are meant to share the kitchen, bathroom and corridors amongst themselves, but even these spaces could be divided. For example, each family might have their own kitchen table, gas burner, doorbell, and even light switch, preferring to walk down the hall to use their light switch to turn on the bathroom lights rather than using a closer switch belonging to another resident. Furthermore, the hallways are often poorly lit, because each family has control of one of the lights hanging in the corridor, and would only turn it on for their own benefit.
Though communal apartments are relatively small, residents have to wait at times to use the bathroom or kitchen sink. The kitchen is the primary place where the residents interact with one another, "sharing their joys and sorrows", and scheduling shared responsibilities. Wary of theft, residents rarely leave groceries in the kitchen unless they put locks on the kitchen cabinets. However, they often store their toiletries in the kitchen as opposed to the bathroom, because other residents could more easily use things left unattended in the bathroom. Laundry is left to dry in both the kitchen and the bathroom.
In spite of all these challenging living comditions, many former residents of communal apartments look back fondly on the sense of family they had with their neighbours. When asked which she would prefer, one woman who lived her whole life in a communal apartment in St. Petersburg answered: "It’s better to live in a communal apartment, a large one, in a historic Petersburg district, than in a private housing complex. In a housing complex there’s some kind of disconnection and life is more boring.. Everybody is on its own. But in a communal appartment we’re like one big family. If someone is in trouble, it gets shared. Or a joy, you share that too and that works out very well."
Saint Petersburg (in Russian: Санкт-Петербу́рг) is Russia's second-largest city after Moscow, with currently 5.3 million inhabitants, part of the Saint Petersburg agglomeration with a population of 6.2 million (2015). An important Russian port on the Baltic Sea, it has a status of a federal city. Saint Petersburg is also the fourth-largest city in Europe, only excelled by Istanbul, London and Moscow. Other famous European cities like Paris, Berlin, Rome and Madrid are smaller. Furthermore, Saint Petersburg is the world’s northernmost megapolis and called "The Venice of the North", due to its many channels that traverse the city.
Situated on the Neva River, at the head of the Gulf of Finland on the Baltic Sea, it was founded by Tsar Peter the Great on 27th May 1703. On 1st September 1914, the name was changed from Saint Petersburg to Petrograd, on 26 January 1924 to Leningrad, and on 7 September 1991 back to Saint Petersburg. Between 1713 and 1728 and again between 1732 and 1918, Saint Petersburg was the capital of Imperial Russia. In 1918, the central government bodies moved to Moscow, which is located about 625 kilometres (388 miles) to the south-east.
Saint Petersburg is also the cultural capital of Russia. Today, the city is inscribed on the UNESCO World Heritage list as an area with 36 historical architectural complexes and around 4000 outstanding individual monuments of architecture, history and culture. It has 221 museums, 2,000 libraries, more than 80 theaters, 100 concert organizations, 45 galleries and exhibition halls, 62 cinemas and around 80 other cultural establishments. Saint Petersburg is home to the Hermitage, one of the largest art museums in the world. Every year the city hosts around 100 festivals and various competitions of art and culture, including more than 50 international ones. In 2017, the city was visited by 7.2 million tourists and it is expected that in the years ahead the number of tourists will still be on the rise.
Installed Open Suse Linux on the laptop I am using now in one day with all functions except access to my network drives. That will come later. Connected Canon camera and uploaded photos. Used Gimp to modify image. Saved to Flickr via Firefox.
All without any real problem.
Tried to upgrade this same laptop to Windows 10 from Windows 8.1. Had so many errors that I found the situation almost unbelievable. I almost ran out of storage space on my Samsung phone with images of the problems. Frozen applications, all icons on the desktop disappearing, Internet disconnections, cannot connect to group policy client, File Manager taking an absolute age to do anything and so on and so on. It appears to me that if you have a laptop much more than a year old you will have problems.
I also had a large number of problems with upgrading a desktop to Windows 10. Would not write iso files to a dvd amongst other problems. It also got stuck in a loop saying something like Windows has encountered an error, the system will be restarted for you. It only started when I switched the power off to the desktop and switched it back on again.
In case you ask were there any viruses, malware, system issues. No, no way. two well known virus packages reported nothing, chkdsk was used to check the disks, scannow was used to check the system and so on and so on. I also never switch off a machine if I know an upgrade is in process. Updates seem to be at the heart of some of my problems. I know about and have edited the GPSvcGroup corruption to the registry and have solved some problems doing this. There were a lot of other problems that were solved by other methods.
I ask myself how there is such a difference between the systems. I have used Windows since the very first version. Then you had to reboot occasionally because of a memory addressing problem, but at least that was normally a reliable recovery method. You can't even do that now.
Microsoft is in trouble as far as Windows 10 is concerned. They should have reduced the complexity of the operating systems and separated tablet from desktop, and business requirements from domestic. They are carrying so much baggage from previous systems and hardware that it is becoming almost impossible to support Windows.
I have been in IT since 1963 and I understand the problems with staff and expectations that may also be a crippling problem that Microsoft has to deal with. But you don't get rid of all your experienced staff even though they might not be as fast as the new young IT staff. You might need some of their knowledge when making changes to legacy type code.
Note added 18/11/2015. Found I could not use the Internet. I shutdown Windows 10 and tried to Reboot. On Rebooting the login screen came up, I input the password, the pc started the boot process and then froze for more than 15 minutes. Had to do a hard shutdown and reboot in the end. The message came up saying it could not connect to Onedrive. I don't want Onedrive, and am incredibly angry wasting more time with Windows 10. Have stopped Onedrive loading now but will go to Apple soon. What a terrible operating system Windows 10 is now.
Just had several other problems, probably caused by an update. Randomly, Windows explorer is coming up with the message. File access has timed out when attempting to open a .jpeg file in the Photo app.
I also had Windows Explorer freeze when trying to get to a folder on my C drive. Shut down and re-started the machine. Message indicates the system was trying to carry out updates. Why does it not tell you instead of freezing.
This is totally ridiculous. I now cannot access my Synology drives after an update. Windows 10 is also saying 'cannot connect to group policy client'. Seen this before. why has it appeared again after a few months. This fault I suspect is due to Microsoft falling foul of the user security options available under previous versions of Windows not being available under Windows 10 update. When is Windows ever going to be reliable?
Windows 10 is still a bloody mess. Almost every time a Windows update is applied there is another problem. 20/03/2016. Just switched my desktop computer on and found Start button not working, Cortana not working, time not appearing, system errors occurring with Color Munki. Ran sfc / scannow and it found nothing. I am sure there are other problems. Windows must be re-built and simplified to suit the modern hardware environment.
Started using a windows 10 laptop again early June 2016. Found the DVD writer/reader had disappeared. In the end I disabled, shutdown, rebooted, re-enabled the drive and everything was o.k.with the drive. While fixing the drive, probably a registry setting that Windows could not process, I noticed there was a windows update download going on. Too late, I was trying to fix the DVD and set in motion a shutdown. Low and behold after the DVD was fixed the message 'Could not connect to group policy client occurred again.' Fixed Windows update problem as well, message
Could not connect has disappeared at last, getting more confident about Windows 10 now.
Still won't buy an Apple machine when you realise that a £20 extra cost for a 256gb ssd over a 128 gb ssd to buy and upgrade yourself on a pc means a £200 extra cost on the Apple laptop.
Nishat Bagh is a terraced Mughal garden built on the eastern side of the Dal Lake, close to Srinagar in the union territory of Jammu and Kashmir, India. ‘Nishat Bagh’ is Urdu, and means the "Garden of Joy," "Garden of Gladness" and "Garden of Delight."
Located on the bank of the Dal Lake, with the Zabarwan Mountains as its backdrop, Nishat Bagh is a garden with views of the lake beneath the Pir Panjal mountain range. The Bagh was designed and built in 1633 by Asif Khan, elder brother of Nur Jehan.
When Shah Jahan saw the garden, after its completion in 1633, he expressed great appreciation of its grandeur and beauty. He is believed to have expressed his delight three times to Asif Khan, his father-in-law, in the hope that he would make a gift of it to him. As no such offer was forthcoming from Asif Khan, however, Shah Jahan was piqued and ordered that the water supply to the garden should be cut off. Then, for some time, the garden was deserted. Asif Khan was desolate and heartbroken. When he was resting under the shade of a tree, in one of the terraces, his servant was bold enough to turn on the water supply source from the Shalimar Bagh. When Asif Khan heard the sound of water and the fountains in action he was startled and immediately ordered the disconnection of the water supply as he feared the worst reaction from the Emperor for this wanton act of disobedience. Fortunately Shah Jahan, who heard about this incident at the garden, was not annoyed by the disobedience of his orders. Instead, he approved of the servant’s loyal service to his master and then ordered the full restoration rights for the supply of water to the garden to Asif Khan, his Prime Minister and father-in-law.
The Mughal Princess Zuhra Begum, the daughter of the Mughal Emperor Alamgir II, and granddaughter of the Emperor Jahandar Shah, was buried in the garden.
No último final de semana fui numa feirinha de artesanato e antiguidades que tem todo mês perto da minha casa, e encontrei essa coroa de flores de margaridas por apenas 10 reais, o que foi ótimo pois eu já estava planejando fazer uma, mas a preguiça de comprar os materiais e fazer me dominava. rs
The Nissan Maxima has developed through several generations beginning in the early 1980s. That was an era in which the ‘Datsun’ brand name was still in use in the US. This one shown is of the 8th Generation which concluded in 2023.
It’s styling has a few awkward features such as the visual disconnection between the roof and C-pillar, the crease that meanders along the top of the front fender and that lobster claw shaped headlight assembly that creates a curious notch out of the front corner of the hood.