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Dylan Dog / Heftreihe
Il Mistero del Tamigi
Story: Tiziano Sclavi
Cover: Angelo Stano
Copyright: Sergio Bonelli Editore
(Milano/Italia; 1990)
ex libris MTP
i always forget how gorgeous dylan is until i take him out for photoshoots *-* andrews are such simple yet beautiful taeyangs
happy monday everyone!! have a great week
Dylan was born April 6, 2004. He was 5 lbs., 7 oz. and 19 inches. He had a pretty normal couple of months. He developed irritation. The doctors did a WBC and turns out they had gone sky high.
Further tests were run and come to find out Dylan had JMML. I was taken back. Felt as if it was a dream hoping it would just end. I felt my heart stop as I looked into his eyes you see I lost my sister in 2002 to cancer. So I wasn't really understanding why this was happening all over again and why me. I thought to myself I take care of him and I love him and this happens when I'm a good mother. I didn't deserve this and neither did my Dylan.
Well he had his spleen removed shortly after we got this news. CVLs tubes placed. We then went for a plan of treatment which was a stem cell transplant. It was preformed at Duke medical school (fine fine hospital).. A few days before Dylan was to begin the steps to his stem cell transplant he developed RSV! WHAT A SET BACK! It was hell to be honest like there wasn''t any hope for us. THEN he started to develop red raised marks... Umm yeah more setbacks.
Then he had to radiology and received a couple treatments. After a few weeks of pushing it back it was time to go even though it was even more risky with him had having RSV. One of the doctors told me it wasn't looking that good. So he asked me and his father what we wanted to do. We went ahead and crossed our fingers and did the transplant. He stated intense chemotherapy. My poor baby got hives really bad from the ATG. Then March 2, 2005 he got his doner stem cell transplant. I was so scared. I was confused. I was heartbroken.
So now it was a waiting game for cells to grow. Indeed they grew BUT they were Dylan not the donor. I was in such shock. The doctors were really not sure what was going to happen... They thought he might need another transplant. They just wanted to wait and see just how soon it would be needed. I could do nothing but cry and just feel so so sad for Dylan. I use to pray begging to trade places. I would have walked off the end of the world to see him live. So then we went home just so wait and see wait and see.
Well it's been 3 years post transplant. Dylan could not be doing better. He will be 4 in April of this year (2008). He didn't have another transplant or anything else but medication when sick. He as bone marrow test done twice a year. We also have to go down to Duke once a year for a check-up. Every time they see his. They are speechless. They just say something like "well I can't explain it" . He is doing SO SO great. I owe it all to the doctors nurses and anyone else involved in Dylan care at CHKD (Norfolk, VA). Also Duke hospital (Durham, NC). First and most God. Prayers came north and south east and west.
That is my story of my special Dylan.
Phyllis
March 2008
Dylan looks like a boy but is a girl! :)
She is a Lati Green Ronnie. She is my first BJD!
She is wearing outfit and wig made by Lati.
Any suggestions on where to get clothes for her?
Dylan got into this while watching the other boys trampolining - while attending the gym with his little sister.
Dylan O'Brien speaking at the 2013 WonderCon at the Anaheim Convention Center in Anaheim, California.
Please attribute to Gage Skidmore if used elsewhere.
Even if the poet, writer and broadcaster Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) hadn’t lived at the Boathouse in Laugharne for the last four years of his tragically short life, it is a truly remarkable place to visit. In this collage is Laugharne Castle, the wooden statue, the boathouse, his writing shed, Laugharne Castle and the wooded path along the side of the Taf Estuary that leads to the boathouse.
The Boathouse terrace offers wonderful views of the Taf estuary and the Gower beyond – a haven for egrets, lapwings, herons, oystercatchers, seals and otters with fishermen and cocklers continuing the ancient traditions.
The Boathouse tearoom with its locally sourced, home-cooked menu provides a welcome respite for walkers tackling the newly launched Wales Coast Path.
As well as the tearoom, there is a furnished front parlour, an upstairs exhibition area showing a 24 minute film, a shop and toilet facilities.
It was Dylan Thomas, however, who made the Boathouse iconic. It is the building most closely associated with him and the stability of a permanent home meant he enjoyed a creative renaissance. He worked in the Writing Shed above the Boathouse with its remarkable and inspiring views of four estuaries.
The first poem he wrote there was ‘Over Sir John’s Hill’, in which he describes the view from the shed, writing of birds stalking their prey and bringing death in the midst of this beauty.
Over Sir John's hill,
The hawk on fire hangs still;
In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his claws
And gallows, up the rays of his eyes the small birds of the bay
And the shrill child's play
Wars
Of the sparrows and such who swansing, dusk, in wrangling hedges.
And blithely they squawk
To fiery tyburn over the wrestle of elms until
The flash the noosed hawk
Crashes, and slowly the fishing holy stalking heron
In the river Towy below bows his tilted headstone.
Flash, and the plumes crack,
And a black cap of jack-
Daws Sir John's just hill dons, and again the gulled birds hare
To the hawk on fire, the halter height, over Towy's fins,
In a whack of wind.
There
Where the elegiac fisherbird stabs and paddles
In the pebbly dab-filled
Shallow and sedge, and 'dilly dilly,' calls the loft hawk,
'Come and be killed,'
I open the leaves of the water at a passage
Of psalms and shadows among the pincered sandcrabs prancing
And read, in a shell
Death clear as a bouy's bell:
All praise of the hawk on fire in hawk-eyed dusk be sung,
When his viperish fuse hangs looped with flames under the brand
Wing, and blest shall
Young
Green chickens of the bay and bushes cluck, 'dilly dilly,
Come let us die.'
We grieve as the blithe birds, never again, leave shingle and elm,
The heron and I,
I young Aesop fabling to the near night by the dingle
Of eels, saint heron hymning in the shell-hung distant
Crystal harbour vale
Where the sea cobbles sail,
And wharves of water where the walls dance and the white cranes stilt.
It is the heron and I, under judging Sir John's elmed
Hill, tell-tale the knelled
Guilt
Of the led-astray birds whom God, for their breast of whistles,
Have Mercy on,
God in his whirlwind silence save, who marks the sparrows hail,
For their souls' song.
Now the heron grieves in the weeded verge. Through windows
Of dusk and water I see the tilting whispering
Heron, mirrored, go,
As the snapt feathers snow,
Fishing in the tear of the Towy. Only a hoot owl
Hollows, a grassblade blown in cupped hands, in the looted elms
And no green cocks or hens
Shout
Now on Sir John's hill. The heron, ankling the scaly
Lowlands of the waves,
Makes all the music; and I who hear the tune of the slow,
Wear-willow river, grave,
Before the lunge of the night, the notes on this time-shaken
Stone for the sake of the souls of the slain birds sailing.
Dylan the unexpected addition to our equine duo. Not so much a foal as he transitions to the colt stage. They don't stay young for very long.
Dylan: The Times They Are A-Changin' 1964
1. The Times They Are A-Changin' 3:15
2. Ballad of Hollis Brown 5:06
3. With God On Our Side 7:08
4. One Too Many Mornings 2:41
5. North Country Blues 4:35
Side 2
6. Only a Pawn in Their Game 3:33
7. Boots of Spanish Leather 4:40
8. When the Ship Comes In 3:18
9. The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll 5:48
10. Restless Farewell 5:32
(total Length 45:30)
Released January 13, 1964
Recorded August 6, 1963 – October 31, 1963
at Columbia Studios, New York City
Label Columbia Records CBS 62251
Producer Tom Wilson
US #20; UK #4 Gold
Bought the LP 20.11.1979 28 mk Tunn.levy Helsinki
Dylan's 3rd studio album, recorded late 1963, published early 1964.
Folk-style songs, all by himself. Only the voice, guitar and harmonica.
The classic opening track: The Times They Are A-Changin'
and very strong anti-war song With God On Our Side
(also performed by Manfred Mann in England).
One of his most serious LPs.
Dylan McDermott speaking with attendees at the 2023 Mad Monster Arizona Party at the Renaissance Phoenix Glendale Hotel & Spa in Glendale, Arizona.
Please attribute to Gage Skidmore if used elsewhere.
Dylan McDermott speaking with attendees at the 2023 Mad Monster Arizona Party at the Renaissance Phoenix Glendale Hotel & Spa in Glendale, Arizona.
Please attribute to Gage Skidmore if used elsewhere.
Dylan McDermott speaking with attendees at the 2023 Mad Monster Arizona Party at the Renaissance Phoenix Glendale Hotel & Spa in Glendale, Arizona.
Please attribute to Gage Skidmore if used elsewhere.
That question mark could get me a severe grumble from a Bob Dylan fan. I'm including it because there's a small chance that this is a picture of someone who just looks a bit like Bob Dylan, and I don't want to be grumbled at (loudly) by any Bob Dylan fans.
Dylan O'Brien speaking at the 2013 San Diego Comic Con International, for "Teen Wolf", at the San Diego Convention Center in San Diego, California.
Please attribute to Gage Skidmore if used elsewhere.