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yes, we had to ride in this, bell and all, to get to the hot springs. people stopped what they were doing to stare. at least they were friendly stares. Next time though.. a chicken bus.
mia feeling very sorry for herself knowing she has to dress in her old repaired gymslip and thinks her favourite green skirt is going in the bin but i've decided we'll keep it and just let her think that its gone -after she has put on her old gymslip i'll let her have the new one
The Genuine Salt Of Humility
" And before honor is humility. " [Proverbs 15:33]
Humiliation of soul always brings a positive blessing with it. If we empty our hearts of self, God will fill them with his love. He who desires close communion with Christ should remember the word of the Lord, “But on this one will I look: On him who is poor and of a contrite spirit, And who trembles at My word.” [Isa.66:22] Stoop if you would climb to heaven. Do we not say of Jesus, “He who descended is also the One who ascended?” [Eph.4:10] So must you. You must grow downwards, that you may grow upwards; for the sweetest fellowship with heaven is to be had by humble souls, and by them alone. God will deny no blessing to a thoroughly humbled spirit. “ Blessed are the poor in spirit, For theirs is the kingdom of heaven,” [Mat.5:3] with all its riches and treasures. The whole exchequer of God shall be made over by deed of gift to the soul which is humble enough to be able to receive it without growing proud because of it. God blesses us all up to the full measure and extremity of what it is safe for him to do. If you do not get a blessing, it is because it is not safe for you to have one. If our heavenly Father were to let your unhumbled spirit win a victory in His Holy war, you would pilfer the crown for yourself, and meeting with a fresh enemy you would fall a victim; so that you are kept low for your own safety. When a man is sincerely humble, and never ventures to touch so much as a grain of the praise, there is scarcely any limit to what God will do for him. Humility makes us ready to be blessed by the God of all grace, and fits us to deal efficiently with our fellow men. True humility is a flower which will adorn any garden. This is a sauce with which you may season every dish of life, and you will find an improvement in every case. Whether it be prayer or praise, whether it be work or suffering, the genuine salt of humility cannot be used in excess. Hallelujah God bless
Prayer of St. Vincent Ferrer
To be Said Daily
To Ask for a Holy and Happy Death
"Have mercy on me, O God, and hear my prayer" (Ps. iv. 1).
"Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled" (Ps. vi. 2-3)
"Have mercy on me, O Lord, see my humiliation which I suffer from my enemies" (Ps. ix. 13).
"Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am afflicted: my eye is troubled with wrath, my soul and my belly"(Ps. xxx. 9).
"Have mercy on me, O God, according to Thy great mercy" (Ps. l. 1).
"Have mercy on me, O God, for man hath trodden me under foot: all the day long he hath afflicted me fighting against me" (Ps. lv. 1).
"Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me: for my soul trusteth in Thee"(Ps. lvi. 1).
"Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I cried to Thee all the day. Give joy to the soul of Thy servant: for to Thee, O Lord, I have lifted up my soul" (Ps. lxxxv. 3).
"Have mercy on me, O Lord, have mercy on us: for we are greatly filled with contempt" (Ps. cxxii. 4).
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen
Let us pray
O Lord Jesus Christ, Who willest that no man shall perish, and Who never refusest to lend a compassionate ear to the prayers of Thy children: since Thou hast said with Thy holy and blessed lips: "Whatsoever you ask in my name it will be given you." I ask Thee, in Thy holy name, to grant me at the hour of my death full use of my senses and the power of speech, together with a burning sorrow for my sins, true faith, a well-ordered hope and perfect charity; so that with a pure heart I may exclaim: " Into Thy hands, O Lord, I commend my spirit: Thou hast redeemed me, O God of truth, Who art blessed forever. Amen."
Declarations of St. Vincent Ferrer
To Be Made Daily for the Hour of Death
I know that I have grievously offended my Creator, from Whom I have received so many benefits. I desire to return Him endless thanks for these benefits, and I desire that every creature shall render Him service.
Now, for then, I am heartily sorry for all offences whatsoever that I have committed against God Himself and my neighbor.
I grieve for every negligence and every omission to do good, and for my contempt of the graces God has bestowed upon me.
I desire to remember all my sins and to be filled with a special sorrow for them.
Now, for the hour of my death, I am sorry that I do not remember all the sins which I have committed; if I remembered them, I would confess them to the priest.
I am sorry that, after having received God's pardon for my sins, I have fallen into the same or worse sins.
I pardon, for the love of God, all who in word or deed have offended me or my relations.
I desire to make satisfaction to all whom I have injured in honor, property or reputation.
I solemnly declare that I desire to live no fixed period of time, but only as long as it pleases God to permit me to live.
I solemnly declare that I am trying to die without despair, without vainglory in my works, without any doubts in matters of Faith; and that I clearly understand that one drop of the divine blood of my Lord, shed upon the wood of the cross, would suffice to redeem the whole human race, if it so pleased the Divine Goodness.
I solemnly declare that, if through faintheartedness, because of the fear of the Divine Judgment which I must undergo after death, or through weakness of will, I should fall into despair or into any doubt concerning Faith, which God forbid! I, being of sound mind, reject it now for then, and I desire it to be considered involuntary; for this will never happen voluntarily or after due deliberation.
Having made these declarations, O most holy Mother of God, O holy guardian angel, O holy Father St. Dominic, and all ye chosen ones of God, I commend to you my last wish and desire as the last will and testament of my soul, so that you may be their faithful witnesses in the last hour of my life; and I implore you to obtain for me one tearful glance and one sorrowful sigh from the innumerable sorrows which my Saviour suffered upon the cross to mitigate the agony of the painful gasps with which I will be then afflicted. I humbly implore thee, O advocate of the afflicted, to share with me one sigh from thy virgin heart, and to turn upon me one sad glance from the innumerable sighs and tears which were thine when thou didst stand at the foot of the cross upon which thy Son and my Redeemer died in indescribable anguish. Vouchsafe, at length, to lead me into the luxurious fields of paradise, where thou rejoicest for ever. Amen.
Ten year work anniversary!
I have been writing this blog since the week before our wedding in August 2008. Then on to changing jobs, a stint in the arsehole of the world, Kazakhstan, losing that job, then the trials and tribulations of a getting permanent job.
I worked at the box factory for best part of five months, working with Jools' sister as my boss.
Then came the fallow times, going to the job centre to sign on, the humiliation of explaining on a weekly basis how I had looked for work so I would receive the next back of fifty quid a week.
And then-on day, I saw an add for a job that combined quality, engineering and documentation. I went through the list of requirements and I knew then if ever a job was made for me, then this was it.
I applied, got an interview, did OK, and was told to wait a week for news.
Two hours later they called back, I had the job if I wanted.
I did.
A temporary job turned permanent, and then the company went through tough times, we had to justify our existence on a daily basis.
But, in time, fortunes turned, we got new projects, we ramped up the department going from me and my boss, Philip, to last count over a hundred. Probably lots more.
I got a new job, did poorly, did well. Travelled, then, last year, it all went Pete Tong. But, I heard about my current position, applied and got it.
So here I am, celebrating only the second job I have lasted a decade in. The other was in the RAF. So, not done bad.
In these ten years I have met and worked with many fabulous people, many going on to be my friends.
And there are others. Well, we all light up a room with our personalities, some when we walk in, some when we walk out. I hope they see me as the latter.
In normal times I would be going to Denmark on Monday for a celebration with my colleagues. A day workshop extended into an evening event at some nice restaurant or another. But not now, not in this reality. Normal might come later.
Instead we are virtually housebond, locked down tight, only allowed out once a day for exercise and other times for shopping. Or it depends on how you read the guidance. Anyway, how to celebrate the day?
By going on an orchid hunt, of course.
What else?
It was to be a bright but breezy day, but near to sunrise the wind would drop some, so no time to lose. We get up, have a coffee and then Jools drops me off at the NT place on the cliffs, though it is all locked up with as many warning signs as those on the Falklands warning about mines. And the entrance is monitored.
So be warned.
I was.
Jools speeds away, leaving me to gather my thoughts and clamber down to see if the remote colonies of Early Spiders had returned.
Overlooking the port I found two rosettes, including one with a spike that was just about to open. Nearly, but not quite.
I walk on, scanning left and right until I see what I was looking for: a small yellowing rosette with a spike, and on the top was a single open flower.
Orchid goodness.
Around were two more, one open, the other not. I get shots.
Further along I find two more, then as I scramble down the cliff, another plant, this one the most glorious deep maroon colours, all covered in dew that make it look like it was coated in diamonds.
I take a lot of shots.
Before the cliff road turns inland, I find two more spikes, I snap those too, but was happy enough I had found more than enough, for now, so that the rest of the walk would be for exercise and general botany and photography.
I walk up the cliff road, the bed on an inclined plane railway that was constructed to help build the new eastern harbour arm, cutting a shelf into the face of the famous cliffs for only a few years use. And has been abandoned for 110 years or so, but the ten metre wide shelf, trackbed or road has been there ever since, and is a fairly gentle slope on which I could try to limit the strain on my back.
I went this way to check out different habitats in the hope of spotting something new, but really see very little of interest, and my back was making a big deal about how much it ached. I was passed just before the gate at the top by a jogger, the first person I had seen since Jools had dropped me off. Strange times indeed.
I make it to the top, and see Jools approaching. She had parked the car in the village and came to meet me on my walk, then we would walk back to the car together before driving down the hill to home.
Instead of walking along the cliffs, we took the wartime road set back a bit, which runs from the top of Langdon Hole to South Foreland lighthouse.
We see little of interest, as the road has been resurfaced since last year, and the swathes of Scarlet Pimpernel were nowhere to be seen.
A few joggers passed us with a safe distance between us, we walked back towards home, past the lighthouse, then through the scrub woodland to the path that crosses the last big field before we enter the village.
Then, across Reach Road, to the car park and into the car.
All by five past nine in the morning.
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Contents inside the vitrine dedicated to the project "MISA NEGRA" [BLACK MASS], 2010.
Artist’s book or pièce de résistance that brings a close to the project "OBEY: Humiliated & Insulted". It compiles documentary material from the performance along with texts, scripts and images from earlier work. Limited edition of 666 copies.
MISA NEGRA is a liturgical book of sorts, closely linked to OBEY yet encompassing a canonical collection of textual and visual sources relating to Morey’s work up to 2010. The publication was printed as an edition of 666 copies, a number often associated with the devil and the apocalypse in Christian symbolism. Its height and width correspond to the so-called divine geometry
of the golden ratio represented by the Greek letter phi (φ). Taking the form of an enchiridion (a compendium or treatise on religious dogma), or a Joan Morey vade mecum (a handbook kept at hand for reference), it ostensibly, yet obtusely,
documents through words and images what took place during the 24 hours of "OBEY". As only a small group of people actually took part in or witnessed the events, it is essentially a book of faith.
A number of the newly published texts in the book were constructed from fragments of existing literary and philosophical works and formed the basis of performance scripts already used in "POSTMORTEM" (2006-2007). The sources for this complex tapestry of explication and interpretation are often works that are themselves commentaries or reactions to other authors. These include "Nietzsche and the Vicious Circle", a 1969 essay by Pierre Klossowski on the notion of eternal return (a cyclical notion of time and history) in the work of philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche and its relation to the latter’s mental illness. Fragments of "Anti-Oedipus" (1972) are also used, a book in which French thinkers Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari (a philosopher and a psychotherapist respectively) attack the traditional psychoanalysis of Sigmund Freud.
© Text by Latitudes.
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Exhibition by Joan Morey "COLLAPSE. Desiring machine, working machine", Centre d’Art Contemporani de Barcelona - Fabra i Coats, 20 September 2018–13 January 2019. Photo: Latitudes.
Since the late 1990s, Joan Morey (Mallorca, 1972) has produced an expansive body of live events, videos, installations, sound and graphic works, that has explored the intersection of theatre, cinema, philosophy, sexuality, and subjectivity. Morey’s work both critiques and embodies one of the most thorny and far-reaching aspects of human consciousness and behaviour – how we relate ourselves to others, as the oppressed or the oppressor. This central preoccupation with the exercise of power and authority seemingly accounts for the black and ominous tenor of his art.
COLLAPSE encompasses three parts. The first is presented over two floors of the Contemporary Art Centre of Barcelona - Fabra i Coats. ‘Desiring machine, Working machine’ is a survey of ten projects from the last fifteen years of the artist’s work. An exhibition display based around vitrines and video screens deployed as if sarcophagi or reliquaries, is presented alongside a continuous programme of audio works and a schedule of live performance extracts.
The second part of COLLAPSE takes place at the Centre d’Art Tecla Sala, L’Hospitalet de Llobregat (23 November 2018–13 January 2019) and is the definitive version of the touring exhibition ‘Social Body’.
Titled ‘Schizophrenic Machine’, the third and final part of the project comprises a major new performance event which will take place on January 10, 2019 at an especially resonant – yet, for the moment, deliberately undisclosed – location in Barcelona, where live action will be integrated within the longer narrative of the site’s physical and discursive past.
COLLAPSE is curated by Latitudes.
—> info: www.lttds.org/projects/morey/
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If you don't jump up and make noise when they call "O 69", Miss Shady Pines comes out and humiliates you in front of everyone.
Lugano is a city in Switzerland that is on the Swiss side of Lake Lugano.
Looking around Lugano Centro
Via Massimillano Magatti
Chiesa Sant' Antonio Abate-Lugano
The church of St. Anthony Abbot is a baroque religious building, with neo-Baroque inserts, located in Piazza Dante, at the center of Lugano.
The church was built in the thirteenth century as a convent of the Humiliated. After that, in 1571, Pius V had dissolved the order, the church was entrusted to the Clerks Regular of Somasca, who built a boarding school. Under their administration, from 1633 to 1651 it gave rise to the present church, built in place of the previous one and built between 1667 and 1676 by Pietro Ruspini. The church acquired its present appearance in the early eighteenth century. In 1852 the college was closed. The sacristy was demolished in 1908, it was rebuilt later. From 1914 to 1915, also, the building was added to the bell tower. The façade was built in neo-baroque style by Giuseppe Bordonzotti in 1918.
Piazza Alighieri Dante is to the right with Manor straight ahead.
:( Poor Pickle...so humiliating to be a boy on an obviously "girl" body to begin with, and then caught in girlie briefs to boot!!! (siiiigh...anyone make or have boy boxer underwear out there??? I would love a pair or 2 for both of my boys!) Tagged by Camillaeatfiftyeggs (ps...where did you get this name? Did you eat 50 eggs? I always wondered! hehehehe :)....
and Lottie (well her name anyway), tagged by Workmona10, who is not in my "current rotation" of blythes, and hanging out with the rest of the "drumsticks" and Pickle in storage! It's probably about time I do a new rotation ;)
and....this is for photos4sue, who tagged me but didn't name a girl! :D I think there are enough here to cover it!
Thank you all for the tags!! :D
(If you hadn't seen pics of this a few years ago...this is how I store my blythes. They sort of look like "turkey drumsticks" when they are all lined up, hence the nickname!)
If you would like to be tagged and haven't been...see PICO below and consider yourself tagged!
The Ancient and Honorable Order of E Clampus Vitus (ECV) is a fraternal organization dedicated to the study and preservation of Western heritage, especially the history of the Mother Lode and gold mining regions of the area. The fraternity is not sure if it is a "historical drinking society" or a "drinking historical society." There are chapters in California, Nevada and other western states. Members call themselves "Clampers." The organization's name is in Dog Latin, and has no known meaning; even the spelling is disputed, sometimes appearing as "Clampus", "Clampsus", or "Clampsis". The motto of the Order, Credo Quia Absurdum, is generally understood as meaning "I believe it because it is absurd."; the proper Latin quotation Credo quia absurdum est, is from the Christian apologist Tertullian (140-230), who rejected rationalism and accepted a Gospel which addressed itself to the "non-rational levels of perception."
By tradition, a man can only become a Clamper by invitation. However, one can express his desire to join. Initiation rites are sometimes spur-of-the-moment, such as forcing a blindfolded candidate to be lifted into the air by a block and tackle. Other times, the blindfolded initiate is seated upon a wet sponge in a wheelbarrow, and taken upon the "Rocky Road to Dublin" (a ladder lying on the ground). The initiations are secret and vary greatly in execution and severity. Once he has been asked to answer several questions, the Scales of Darkness (the blindfold) are removed, the new member "sees the light", is handed the Staff of Relief, is presented the Stone of Enigma, and appointed Chairman of the Most Important Committee. Afterward everyone toasts the new member with drink. Once enlightened,a brother is a brother for life.
is this really "American Style?"
Indeed the Brits think of "America" as a nation of doughnut eaters, though I'm surprised they didn't get the Yank spelling right can call them "Donuts"