Cone Heads (it's a disease)
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“I'm not going down on my knees begging you to adore me
Can't you see it's misery and torture for me?
When I'm misunderstood, try as hard as you can
I've tried as hard as I could
To make you see
How important it is for me
Here is a plea from my heart to you
Nobody knows me as well as you do
You know how hard it is for me to shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue in situations like these
Understand me…”
The beautiful cover by Hooverphonic: youtu.be/J3OMKTQK8-8
Thank you, virtual friends, Flickr staff working from home, and to the unseen tulip fields. Next year, I hope we can visit.
But we're grateful we ordered and planted so many bulbs last fall in two containers, able to see from indoors. (I took this outside in grass pollen.)
Hope you're healthy...and wise about keeping your distance. Please protect your family, your loved ones, your friends, yourself. Practice social distancing. Please don’t be in places with a lot of people. This disease is deadly.
Larger view: www.flickr.com/photos/jan-timmons/49769810188/sizes/h/
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9VFg44H2z8
I've given up
On society
Up on my family
Up on your social disease
I've given up
On the industry
Up on democracy
Done with all your hypocrisy
All of the chaos
And all of the lies
I hate it
I'm wasting here
Can anyone wash it all away?
I'm waiting here
For anyone to wash it all away
Wash it all away
I've given up
On the media
Feeds my hysteria
Sick of living down on my knees
I've given up
On morality
Feeds my brutality
Fuck what you think about me
All of the chaos
And all of the lies
I hate it
I'm wasting here
Can anyone wash it all away
I'm waiting here
For anyone to wash it all away
Wash it all away
I won't change for you
And I can't take the pain
There's nothing you can do
And there's nothing you can say
I've given up
On everything
Up on everything
Up on everything
I'm wasting here
Can anyone wash it all away?
I'm waiting here
For anyone to wash it all away
Wash it all away
I'm wasting here
With everyone just wash it all away
I'm waiting here
For anyone to wash it all away
Wash it all away
Wash it all away
Lady Endo tea rose hybrid macro with muted flash. Treloar Roses in Australia donates proceeds of sales to Endometriosis Australia to support sufferers and researchers investigating the causes and treatments of this nasty disease. Bloom grown in my Gold Coast hinterland garden.
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If my last Flickr photo - the owl - was the sublime, then this can only be the grotesque.
The (in)famous Northern Pulp Mill at Abercrombie, Pictou County, Nova Scotia.
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in March 8th, we commemorate the International Women's Day, in order to emphasize women's rights in the World.
Sadly, it seems that at least that in my country, Mexico, being a woman is now a dangerous entity. If a woman goes out at night with a man who has coronavirus, she has more risk of being abused than contract the coronavirus disease.
10 Women are killed every day in my Country, which is one of the saddest statistics ever written.
But which is more sad is that our "left-wing government" and our "progressist president" has shown its more rancid conservative shade and has turned its face away from the feminist movement. They have look down and underestimate the high rate of feminicide and female abuse, so now women have organized and have shown high power, and tomorrow, March 9th they have planned A National Female Strike
No woman on the streets
No woman at work
No girls at schools
No woman at universities
No woman shopping
The ninth no-one moves
#onedaywithoutus
#undíasinnosotras
And now the Mexican government have fear.
"(...) And nothing feels the same
Tonight
But something had to change
I'm not just someone else's girl
I am a woman of the world
I'm soaring, flying, riding high and free
And nothing's gonna get to me
I am a woman of the world
I'm living life like it was meant to be
And nothing's gonna get to me"
Amy MacDonald: youtu.be/2_nXQ_mREk0
Dutch Elm Disease. I think this is the artistic, spider-like damage caused by the larvae of the elm bark beetle.
From the Woodland Trust - This now infamous tree disease has killed millions of elm trees in the UK over the last 50 years. It’s changed parts of our landscape forever. Dutch elm disease is caused by the fungus Ophiostoma novo-ulmi which is spread by elm bark beetles. It got its name from the team of Dutch pathologists who carried out research on the disease in the 1920s.
Yeah, now the work force is disgusted, downs tools, walks
Innocence is injured, experience just talks
Everyone seeks damages, everyone agrees that
These are classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze
On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse
Philosophy is useless, theology is worse
History boils over, there's an economics freeze
Sociologists invent words that mean "industrial disease"
Floral Friday
Repeat flowering Agapanthus for up to 6 months of the year.
The small window of flowering for an Agapanthus plant often hinders its popularity among landscape professionals. This has changed with Ozbreed’s repeat mass flowering Agapanthus varieties.
These gorgeous plants produce masses of bright and colourful flowers in spring and summer, as well as sporadically throughout the year, including in mild winters .
Agapanthus varieties are designed to be tough enough to brave the Australian landscape, with good disease resistance, and drought and frost tolerance.
... and there it was, the spreader injector of TBE, the Lyme disease marauder, the undoubtedly worst forest and meadow summer enemy we humans face during the summer half year...
The tick!!!
Patiently waiting in nature's vegetation with outstretched limbs for us prey to pass so they can attack and penetrate our skin where they unleash their armies of ill-tempered bacteria and viruses into our relatively fragile body.
My God
Vaccinate yourselves!!!
World Parkinson’s Disease Day marks the birthday of Dr. J Parkinson.
Dr. Parkinson first described the disease in “An Essay on the Shaking Palsy”, he described a pattern of lessened muscular power, involuntary tremulous motion, even if these are supported.
There is at tendency to bend the body forwards, and to involuntarily switch from a walking to a running pace, while the sense and intellect deteriorate.
On this day there are efforts made to increase the public awareness of this terrible disease, as well as all the good works put forth by the worlds organizations dedicated to eradicating this disease. There are activities to promote this the entire world over, and the opportunity to participate is open to any and all who want to help in this effort.
www.daysoftheyear.com/days/world-parkinsons-disease-day/
La Giornata mondiale malattia di Parkinson è un evento che si tiene ogni anno l’11 aprile per sensibilizzare e far conoscere una malattia degenerativa che in Italia ha già colpito 230mila persone.
L’obiettivo di questa Giornata è coinvolgere sempre più persone nella lotta contro il Parkinson e dare un contributo alla ricerca di una cura per questa malattia.
L’11 aprile è la data di nascita del dottor James Parkinson, che nel 1817 aveva pubblicato il “Saggio sulla paralisi agitante”. Grazie al suo lavoro il Parkinson è stato riconosciuto come patologia medica a livello internazionale.
La prima Giornata mondiale del Parkinson si è tenuta l’11 aprile 1997 ed è stata organizzata dalla European Parkinson Disease e dalla Organizzazione mondiale della sanità.
www.tpi.it/2018/04/10/parkinson-giornata-mondiale-2018/
Bruno Lauzi e la sua malattia
La sua lettera a Mister Parkinson
Egregio Signore, non è con piacere che le scrivo questa lettera, ma d'altra parte avrei dovuto parlarle a quattr'occhi, affrontarla di persona, sopportare quel suo subdolo modo di fare che è quanto c'è di peggio per far perdere la pazienza anche ad un santo, figuriamoci a me.
Le scrivo, come può notare, col computer, perché la mia calligrafia s'è fatta illeggibile e così minuscola che i miei collaboratori devono usare la lente d'ingrandimento per riuscire a decifrarla…
Perché le scrivo? È presto detto: io ho superato con una certa disinvoltura l'imbarazzo che lei (l'ho scritto senza maiuscola, non la merita) mi ha creato chiedendo pubblicamente la mia mano ed ovviamente ottenendola. Convivere con un ufficiale inglese a riposo, già condannato nel Punjab per ripetuti tentativi di violenza neurologica su qualunque essere di qualunque specie (le cose si vengono a sapere, come vede…) non è stato facile, la mia è una famiglia è all’antica e non ha apprezzato.
MA ORA LEI STA ESAGERANDO, signore, glielo devo dire. Quando è troppo è troppo, e il troppo stroppia! C'è un proverbio arabo che dice: «Se hai un amico di miele non lo leccare tutto», INVECE LEI S'APPROFITTA D'OGNI RILASSATEZZA, DELL'ABBASSAMENTO DELLA GUARDIA NELLA BATTAGLIA QUOTIDIANA, ci proibisce di pensare ad altro, contando sulla superficialità con cui io ho affrontato l’insorgere del male… si sa, gli artisti sono farfalloni incoscienti… no, vecchio caprone, non le sarà facile, né con me né con gli altri, la Resistenza è cominciata. Perché, vede, io e i miei fratelli e sorelle malati abbiamo tante cose da fare, una vita da portare avanti meglio di così!
D'ora in avanti prometto che starò più attento ai consigli dei miei dottori, e che mi impegnerò maggiormente nell’aiutarli nella raccolta dei fondi necessari per la ricerca. Anzi sul tema della solidarietà mi ci gioco una mano, la mano che, pitturata e serigrafata fa da piedistallo ad una poesia contro di lei, colonnello dei miei stivali, funzionando da incentivo a dare... già, poiché a chiunque faccia un'offerta per la ricerca verrà inviata «LA MANO» come ricordo e memento…
Siamo in tanti, tante mani si leveranno contro di lei e cercheranno di restituirle colpo su colpo fino a quando non riusciranno ad acchiapparla per la collottola e mandarla all’Inferno cui appartiene, bestiaccia immonda, sterco del demonio, nostra croce senza delizie… Parola mia, di questo omino per molti un po' buffo, per altri un po' patetico, ma che vive il sogno di poterla, un giorno non lontano, prendere a schiaffi. A mano ferma. Mi stia male e a non rivederla.
Bruno Lauzi
25 ottobre 2006
www.corriere.it/Primo_Piano/Spettacoli/2006/10_Ottobre/25...
Ciao Bruno la "bestiaccia immonda" ti ha portato via ma tu resterai sempre nei nostri cuori e continueremo con passione a portare avanti la tua battaglia.
Originally created for deer hunting, Richmond Park now has 630 red and fallow deer that roam freely within much of the park. A cull takes place each November and February to ensure numbers can be sustained about 200 deer are culled annually and the meat is sold to licensed game dealers.Some deer are also killed in road accidents, through ingesting litter such as small items of plastic, or by dogs; three deer were killed by dogs in 2012.Many of the deer in Richmond Park are infected with a bacterium called Borrelia burgdorferi which can be transmitted to humans through a tick bite, causing Lyme disease.
The park is an important refuge for other wildlife, including woodpeckers, squirrels, rabbits, snakes, frogs, toads, stag beetles and many other insects plus numerous ancient trees and varieties of fungi. It is particularly notable for its rare beetles.
Richmond Park supports a large population of what are believed to be ring-necked (or rose-ringed) parakeets. These bred from birds that escaped or were freed from captivity.
The vet said it squawk should pass squawk and it is not uncommon squawk ..then told me to go and sit on the fence and enjoy my seed..LOL squawk.
Alright brian go and take 3 asprin and lie down HAHAHAHAHA squawk !!!!!
I have been weeks away from this man. I met him when Sheree and I were in Rhode Island. He was standing at the top of an escalator, pointing a camera at us.
I grew to love him in the period of four days. I grew to love him like a true friend.
Let me tell you a little about Brian. I tread carefully, because I don't want to betray any confidences. But Brian is utterly devoted to his wife Gina...which speaks volumes to me. It simply means that we understand each other...and the core values that rule our hearts.
Brian has undergone a (an?) horrific disease. It has cost him all senses of taste. But he can still smell and when he smells he remembers the way it used to taste and he is content with that. When he packed a lunch for Sheree and me on the train, he included a note. I never even got notes in my lunchbox from my mother.
I loved talking to him and I loved hearing what he thought about everything from the burial of Ted Kennedy to the plight of street people. Frankly, I miss him.
I think of Gina calling him to the computer, to read to him these things. I can see the room in my mind's eye. I know it well.
It makes me smile because I know as he hears them that our friendship is cemented. Brian: I think of you often. And I miss you. So there.
Here he is standing looking out at the ocean. I wonder what he is thinking.
I promised not to show his face...but I think this image shows the heart of my friend in Rhode Island.
Even after all these days, the impression he has left on my heart is as indelible as ink. I look forward to sitting quietly with you again, Brian, sipping a beer and listening to our wives talking happily together upstairs...and knowing all is well in their worlds.
He doesn't photograph stuff...but he helps those of us who do. So say hello to a hero of mine. His name is Brian.
Be well, dear friend.
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Alzheimer's Disease is often referred to as ' the long goodbye '.
It is Alzheimer's Awareness Day here tomorrow. This is my humble offering, dedicated to those who know and perhaps love someone suffering from this cruel disease.
The Long Goodbye
You see my face, you see a stranger there,
I put the rosary in your hands,
I brush your hair.
I fix your bed and plump the pillows
and you smile;
‘Are you the Doctor?’ no Dad, it’s me.
And we continue on,
to be,
the best that we can be.
Another day,
another chapter in the Long Goodbye.
© 2008 Sandra O' Callaghan
"Do you know that disease and death must needs overtake us, no matter what we are doing?... what do you wish to be doing when it overtakes you?... If you have anything better to be doing when you are so overtaken, get to work on that." ~Epictetus
"I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well." ~Diane Ackerman
I appreciate your visits, comments, awards and invitations. Carpe diem, my friends...!
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Excerpt from en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gion_Matsuri:
The Gion Festival (祇園祭, Gion Matsuri) is one of the largest and most famous festivals in Japan, taking place annually during the month of July in Kyoto. Many events take place in central Kyoto and at the Yasaka Shrine, the festival's patron shrine, located in Kyoto's famous Gion district, which gives the festival its name. It is formally a Shinto festival, and its original purposes were purification and pacification of disease-causing entities. There are many ceremonies held during the festival, but it is best known for its two Yamaboko Junkō (山鉾巡行) processions of floats, which take place on July 17 and 24.
The three nights leading up to each day of a procession are sequentially called yoiyoiyoiyama (宵々々山), yoiyoiyama (宵々山), and yoiyama (宵山). During these yoiyama evenings, Kyoto's downtown area is reserved for pedestrian traffic, and some traditional private houses near the floats open their entryways to the public, exhibiting family heirlooms in a custom known as the Folding Screen Festival (屏風祭り, Byōbu Matsuri). Additionally, the streets are lined with night stalls selling food such as yakitori (barbecued chicken on skewers), taiyaki, takoyaki (fried octopus balls), okonomiyaki, traditional Japanese sweets, and many other culinary delights.
If you say the word, "vaccine," in the United States today, many of us will turn off our thinking brain and revert to slogans we read on social media.
When you see a compound femur fracture, you recognize the harm. There's a bone fragment sticking out of this person's leg. It may be less visible but people who treat infectious diseases know the harm caused. They see patients every day who would have been better off if they had not contracted the disease. Medical treatment costs money. There's lost productivity. There are medical bankrupcies. Poor management of infectious disease is expensive. Indirectly, we all pay for these costs.
I claim, vaccine availability is part of a road that leads from developing country status to industrialized nation status. On the developing country side, where vacines cannot be had, you face higher mortality rates. Your grandchildren will die preventable deaths. We'll miss them a lot. They won't grow up to be friends and to be the great talents who solve our nation's problems. On the industrialized side, fewer grandchildren die. If you willfully go to the developing country side, it's an uphill battle to get back to 2024.
Everything I've posted up to this point was copyrighted. This is a single exception. The left half of this graphic is a Works Progress Administration poster in the public domain. The rest of what I've drawn in this one file is released into the public domain. Scoff at it or copy and enjoy as you see fit.
* Public Domain file *
there are more than 2 dozen people in this image.
the living conditions are abysmal!
electricity comes and goes
water is putrid
sewers are open
men aren't working
Delhi along the train tracks
Photography’s new conscience
I’ve had this image sitting on the shelf for a while now. I had a theme in mind when I set up the shot but there is something about this image that has just not been working for me.
I like the colours in the sky. I like the smooth but slightly rippled finish on the water. I even like the turbines and I’ve deliberately kept in the power masts and the stacks from the refinery over the hill but I can’t get my head around that grungy mess of a pier. I’m so accustomed to trying to keep all the elements in an image balanced and appealing, like a good landscape should be, that this just doesn't seem right but you know if you change your perspective then interesting can work too. I started to think about the juxtaposition of the beautiful colour of the sky and water being put in comparison to the desolation of the broken pier. If you think about the image as an impression of industrial decay amidst the beauty of nature then I begin to see the appeal.
Please feel free to give me some feedback if you think the combination works or is just a bunch of pretentious crap. I’m thick skinned and I won’t be upset if you want to be honest. Well, hopefully not too upset…