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Alec Guinness & John Mills.First meeting between Alec Guinness and director David Lean. Based on the novel by Charles Dickens
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Possibly the worst late night Chinese take out I have ever eaten.
And my standards for late night Chinese take out are fairly low to begin with.
At the skating place there are several electronic games and vending machines for all kinds of cheap junk. Our child tried a couple and got out some... let's say "coooool" stuff. As cool as this "PARROT" digital watch, which sports the image of a bunny and is shaped like a pink Mickey Mouse. High quality stuff as you can imagine... starting from the scratches it already had when emerging "brand new" out of its spherical plastic enclosure.
Ok, a junky trinket, and that one can expect to stop working relatively fast. All that said, there's just one thing one can reasonably expect it to do, as long as it lives: tell the time.
We quickly noticed that this high-quality watch was rather enthusiastic about keeping time and telling it. In other words, it runs fast. Quite fast. In the photo here you see it exactly twenty-four hours after setting it to the right time (1 AM). In the course of 24 hours it gained an extra 27 minutes.
I don't know what precision you're used to, but gaining over an extra minute every hour sounds a bit much to me.
On the back of the watch it reads: ELECTRON SHOWS, Fei hu, MADE IN CHINA.
This explains everything! It's not a digital watch. It's an electron show.
The Corps!
The not so adventurous adventures of 2 Platoon, RNLRAF Marine Corps.
Grunts inspired. Expect a strip every once in a blue moon. Best viewed in Original size. No, really.
Sorry for any cruddy editing.
Eigentlich wollte ich mir dieses Jahr zu Geburtstag eine neue Flamenco Gitarre schenken und war schon sehr froh in Manila zwei Instrumente gefunden zu haben. Aber leider blieben alle beide hinter meinen Erwartungen zurück und ich musste ohne ein neues Instrument nach Hause fliegen.
Actually I would by me a new Flamenco Guitar as my birthday gift this year and I was already very happy to found two Instruments in Manila. But unfortunaltely none of them did fullfill my expectations. So I had to fly back home without a new instrument.
Jeimar Tapasco (CIAT) shows us his expectation for the training: His hopes to fill in the knowledge gaps, that will help with the negotiations
So this isn't a shot that was taken today. It's from Saturday, as I sat in Abbot House, a fifteenth-century dwelling sited close to my home, which has a truly wonderful cafe (although the old uneven flagstone floor makes all the tables a bit wobbly :o)) . Before me (aside from the delicious slice of farmhouse cake) is an unopened copy of David Vann's Legend of a Suicide (Penguin Books), and rushing around my bloodstream is the bibliophile's most addictive hormone - great expectation.
The 'great expectation' was generated courtesy of Penguin publicist Joe Pickering(@joethepublicist on Twitter) and his almost incessant (but most welcome) evangalising of the book. This was added to by a bunch of respected fellow lit-bloggers, who are saying some wonderful things about this 'novel'.
Great expectation is a wonderful thing - a real passion driver and motivator, but it can also be a 'killer', when expectation doesn't reach the lofty heights one expects it too.
Today is Tuesday of course and I'm now reading Legend of a Suicide (as you'd already know if you follow my Reading Journal). And with the cloud of 'great expectation' hanging over it, the book had a lot to live up to from the outset. When I read the initial 'chapters' guess what? I didn't feel those expectations were being met. Sure these chapters are well written. Sure these chapters are engaging. But they weren't really moving me to any great degree, or fulfilling me to any great depth.
That was until I began the latest and longest 'chapter' in Legend of a Suicide, which is actually a novella in it's own right. You know that 'great expectation' that I felt wasn't being met initially? Well now I feel like I'm overdosing on it. Too soon to draw long-term conclusions of course, but early indications suggest that this could be a book for which its expectations could never be set too high. I'll let you know the outcome before the weekend.
Penguin Books | 29 October 2009 | £7.99 | PAPERBACK | 240 PP | ISBN: 9780141043784
USC School of Dramatic Arts production of Great Expectations, Mar. 1-4, 2018, at the McClintock Theatre. © 2017 Photo by Craig Schwartz for the USC School of Dramatic Arts
It was a happy afternoon
My colleagues were on a holiday mood
I was little earlier for a meeting in our conference room
Saw my mobile and did some experiment
Camera Settings:- 10secs Self Timer, Exp Bias: -2, White Balance: Fluorescent
I WISH YOU ALL A BRIGHT AND COLORFUL HAPPY NEW YEAR!
USC School of Dramatic Arts production of Great Expectations, Mar. 1-4, 2018, at the McClintock Theatre. © 2017 Photo by Craig Schwartz for the USC School of Dramatic Arts
The BBC World Service documentary series, 'Great Expectations', has been following East Londoners living in a deprived neighbourhood, overlooking the Olympic Park. In her first two programmes for 2012, the BBC's Nina Robinson links east London to two other key host cities - Rio de Janeiro and Beijing.
Catch up on past progs via the dedicated website www.bbcworldservice.com/greatexpectations
Do you know there are only so many separate elements you can bring in on a photo. Take today’s effort as an example. I was thinking I’d be really clever and meet 3 challenges – the Photo a Day, the fruit challenge and the “curiously consumed” challenge. The Photo a Day was the easy part, I’ve done 48 others, how hard can it be? The fruit challenge – well, after seeing this, this and this, I knew that sliced kiwi fruit on a light box just wasn’t going to cut it. And “curiously consumed”? Well, all I could see in my head was the Monty Python character who refuses the after dinner mints in “The Meaning of Life” – how can I possibly imagine anything else... (well actually, I could imagine a couple of other things, but this is a family site, so I won’t share them with you...)
So, armed with a bag full of books, my camera gear, 2 photogenic bunches of grapes, I headed over to Red Door Creative for some creative fun in the sun. Daniel was a most willing model and I decided that Daniel would be “curiously consumed” by the fruit inspired books. I went to the trouble of changing the titles of the books beside him, in fact he’s reading “Grape Expectations”, but you can’t read them. I even drew fruit, photographed my drawings, inverted them, turned them into brushes and overlaid them onto the background – as can be seen here – but in the end, it wasn’t really matching the image I had in my head. And because I couldn’t decide on whether I wanted B&W or colour, I’ve uploaded two versions of the same image. Oh well. There’s always Day 50. There’s always another challenge around the corner.
The cover of Classical Comics adaptation of Charles Dickens classic novel, art by British artist John Stokes.
More info in my news story on my blog: downthetubescomics.blogspot.com/2009/01/expecting-great-t...
Late morning on Monday, October 5, and we step off the train into yet another quite warm autumn day, this time in hectic Varanasi, at the eastern edge of Uttar Pradesh. Though we’d be going to Delhi/New Delhi on the noon train tomorrow, I didn’t realize at the time that this would be the last of my photo shooting in India for this trip. (We were in Delhi for roughly 48 hours, but I got sick from train food on the 18 hour journey between Varanasi & the capital. Since the capital seemed way too smoggy, dirty, congested, disorganized…I didn’t feel like I’d missed out terribly, though there were a few places I would have liked seeing there.)
I’ll finish this posting on a good note, though, and focus on Varanasi. Before getting there, I wasn’t terribly excited about the tourist attractions I’d read about, but that’s not why people come to Varanasi. Varanasi is to Hindus what Mecca & Medina are to Muslims, or Jerusalem to Christians. It’s their holiest city. On the banks of the Ganges, people come here to die, then have their ashes spread in the river.
Varanasi has a lot of poor and indigent people as well, who come and hope to be cremated and buried in the river, and there are a few places that serve as pseudo-hospices to help them. They tend to try to collect donations from anyone to afford to pay for the wood – it’s a specific wood they use for the cremation – so they can help these people.
So Varanasi is an interesting place. There are many ghats (ghat is like…a pier, or a place where you can access the river), and the most famous are probably Dashashwamedh Ghat (the liveliest and most colorful) and Manikarnika (the Burning Ghat). There are many other ghats, as well, and some have specific histories attached to them.
For me, the best plan was to stay in a hotel near the ghats in the Old City so we could enjoy the sunrise and stroll around. The Hotel Alka was my random choice, and it turned out to be good. It’s cheap, riverside, has a decent restaurant (though, as it’s a hotel restaurant, not as good as many of the others where we’d eaten in the past two weeks), and overall a comfortable room.
After getting checked in (and this place was pretty crowded), I took a shower, then headed off with a local guy who gave me a tour of the Old City. Now, a word on that… It’s not recommended that you go with any local who offers because most of them will steer you into various businesses, or towards people who are all too happy to try to get your money. I was very firm with this guy, though, and told him the maximum price I’d pay regardless of what he showed me, and that he should plan accordingly. He didn’t, and was a bit disappointed when I paid him exactly what I said I would.
The tour included stops at a few temples – they all started to look a bit alike after the second one – and at Manikarnika (one of the places where you’re herded and they try to make you feel guilty if you don’t fork over five million dollars to pay for everyone’s cremation). The last stop was at his boss’s store, well away from the old city, over in the Muslim Quarter, where I had to sit patiently through a whole lot of lecturing on textiles and their pleading that I buy the entire building. I tried to be as polite as possible with the last part, stating up front that I wouldn’t buy a thing before going in, though that disappointed them to no end. In the end, perhaps it’s better to go on your own…
After about four hours with my guide, it was already dusk and the city actually felt less safe than others. (There were a lot of police out and about.) It turns out that there wa s a religious ceremony that the police were banning this particular year for some reason, so there was a bit of tension. And since Varanasi isn’t a city that is lit up much at night, there wasn’t much to see, so I was glad to just get to my room and call it a day.
Waking early on Tuesday morning, I caught the sunrise over the Ganges, then wandered up and down the ghats for an hour or so. This really was an interesting experience as it seems the entire city comes to bathe in the river, and everyone seems pretty happy. There are plenty of boat tours, too, which I skipped, as I just wanted to take a walk.
After an hour or so of wandering the riverside, I went back to the Alka, had breakfast, and enjoyed my remaining few hours just watching the sun rise higher before heading to the train station for the unofficial (though still unbeknownst to me) end of this trip to India.
In hindsight, this was a terrific two weeks. Though I enjoyed Uttar Pradesh, I wouldn’t go out of my way to return here – unless going to different parts of the state, and I would certainly include a trip to Agra in that – but Rajasthan…I would gladly go back to anytime. However, India has a lot to offer, and I’m not sure if I’ll return here or go to different parts of the country. Anything is possible…
Inspired in one of my favorites movies “500 DAYS OF SUMMER””, for knowing exactly wich scene LOOK THIS.
Everyday i try to wear the shoes of the left, they are girly, expensive and yes they make me look good, but unfortunately are really unconfortable.
So the reality is that i wear my dirty , tennis shoes .
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Inspirado en una de mis películas favoritas 500 Days of Summer, para saber exactamente que escena.
Todos los días trato de usar los zapatos de la izquierda, son femeninos, caros y sí me hacen lucir bien, pero lamentablemente son muy incómodo.
Así que la realidad es que me pongo mis sucios tenis.
SEMANA 2/52
This isn't part of the 365 I was doing.
(Model is myself.)
I'm so behind in it. There are photos I haven't finished editing because, well, I've just gotten stuck with them. There are other photos I haven't even put together yet, too. (140 & 141, I believe.)
Ugh. I miss working hard everyday and having fun doing these photos. I need to get back in the game. I've declined too much.
Well, for now, I hope you enjoy this old photo.
Love,
Bryan.