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It's three thirty in the morning. From somewhere far off, I think I can hear my phone ringing. I attempt to build it into my dream...but I cannot.
Eventually it stops. I settle back into the downy comfort of sleep for a few precious seconds.
Then the ringing starts again.
I get out of bed, grumbling, threatening and stubbing my toe and stugger (a cross between "stumble" and "stagger") downstairs to the phone.
It's Larry Talbot.
"I have a splendid picture for your flickr site tomorrow," he tells me. "I think even Easy Rider will be impressed."
"It's three thirty in the morning," I growl. "What the *** is wrong with you?"
My complaint is met with silence. What I have just said is of no interest to Talbot.
"Go to your mailbox," he says. "There I have put the image for tomorrow."
We argue about this for a moment...then I hear a low guttural warning growl...and I set down the phone and go to the mailbox.
The image you see above is there. I pick up the phone again.
"What the heck is that?" I ask.
"It's an image of me. And it's what you call SOOC," he says. His chest used to puff out when he was a kid in the midst of saying something really stupid. I imagine it happening now.
"SOOC?" I ask, looking at the image.
"Absolutely."
"SOOC means 'Straight Out Of the Camera,'" I say.
"Indeed."
There is a silence between us. I hear a faint crackle on the phone line.
"Larry, there's no way this is SOOC. You've Photoshopped the snot out of this thing."
"Nope," he says. "SOOC. Even Olaf agrees."
I visualize Talbot's massive manservant/minion.
"It's not even actually very good Photoshop," I say finally. "If I put this up, people are gonna think I did it."
Silence. A sulky vaguely threatening silence.
I sigh.
"What's going on in this image?" I ask.
"I am looking outward, from the very computer screen into the lives of those around me," he says.
"Why?"
"Because I may yet take a stronger hand in the promotion of my words on your little flickr site," he says.
I bristle just a little at his description of 'my little flickr site' but I think of Olaf again.
"What are you going to do?" I ask.
"Perhaps I have already started," he says.
I press him for details...but he gives me none. He tells me that he has also included a fresh article from his ancient Helium writings...
HOW TO AVOID FIGHTS IN YOUR MARRIAGE
by L. Talbot
Being married is wonderful. Personally, I have been married eight and a half times. Fighting in marriage is inevitable. But it is in the arena of AVOIDING fights where the truly experienced husband shows his skill.
There are two phrases that are absolutely KEY to staying happily married.
"Yes, dear," is used when you see your spouse's face start to change colors, from a healthy pink to a menacing purple. At this point it may still be possible to avoid the head-spinning-around and things-being-thrown phase (otherwise known as DEFCON 7) a carefully rehearsed "Yes, dear" is the precise strategic strike that may avert disaster.
Any thinking male entering into any long-term relationship must take the "Yes, dear" gambit very seriously. Insert just the right measure of sincerity and humility. Practice in front of a mirror. One must not mewl like a kitten…or rage like a lion. One must make “Yes, dear” sound as though a thunderbolt from Heaven has just penetrated your thick skull with an epiphany…an unexpected understanding of your own dense-ness.
These two words must encompass a surrender with dignity, an understanding how of how far one has carelessly and willfully stomped over the very last vestige of tolerable behavior by wiping one’s hands on a clean towel whilst said hands were still dirty, or by failing to divine that a small book placed in the precise middle of the staircase has been put there so that you, great lout of male waste that you are, would carry it up and/or down the stairs…or even worse: that you, in an attempt to show initiative and to fake sensitivity, have carried it in the WRONG direction entirely.
Plan A is “Yes, dear” in which the wise husband carefully fabricates sensitivity.
Having said this, I must add that Plan A does not always work.
At times a fight is as unavoidable as a tropical storm. They get too big too fast. You can't fly around them and there is nowhere to hide.
She's mad and you're handy. Keep in mind that you have probably actually done (or not done) something that is very small in your eyes. This action (or inaction) may have actually taken place at any point over the previous thirty years.
It is very likely this is a thing you have done (or left undone) a number of times before and it has only now resulted in the prickly and extremely dangerous creature you now face. Don't even try to understand it.
Begin by NOT doing the following:
•Say "Where did THAT come from? We were talking about cheese. . ."
•Stop speaking altogether. This will be viewed as an effort on your part to escalate an already volatile situation
•Speak. No matter what you say (other than the Magic Phrase below) will be viewed as an effort on your part to escalate an already volatile situation
•Leave the room and/or house. This is a coward's way out and besides you will pay for it. Later.
•Attempt to hug her. If you do, you WILL wind up in traction.
•Begin stating your case and/or try to WIN the argument. (I chuckle at the very naivety of this notion.) Clearly, this is a Newbie- defining mistake. Experienced husbands know you will never actually win an argument. Never. Ever.
Your goal is to minimize the damage and restore peaceful relations before the game starts on TV. Be warned, men: unless you move quickly and decisively to stave off disaster there's no way you are getting fed.
The Magic Phrase (MP) is comprised of three carefully designed and tightly compacted apologies. They have been loaded into one package for maximum impact.
The MP: "You're right. It's my fault. I'm sorry."
These seven words that can be like a cooling balm on the open confrontation. It must sound sincere and heartfelt…or you're a dead man.
So do what I do: as you deliver these words think about your wife. Remind yourself of the way she looked the day you got married and of the last time you laughed together. Think of how her eyes light up when she smiles.
THEN (provided her claws have been retracted) hold her for a second.
Later when it's safe, consider what annoyed her to begin with. Think about it honestly. Chances are that on some level you were actually being a caveman. Or not.
Does it matter?
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Captured at an anti-Trump demonstration in Glasgow, Scotland, in 2017 while out street shooting.
I did not want my 6000th Street Photography image on Flickr to be such a political post but given overnight events I feel the need to speak up.
I did not upload this shot when a narcissist with no political experience was elected to the 'most powerful' office on earth.
I did not upload this image when a small majority of British people believed the lies and propaganda resulting in a Brexit vote that has devastated British business and economy ever since.
I did not upload this image when a right wing 'clown' was elected to high office in the UK by ordinary hard working labourers in the north.
I did not upload this image when the UK Government failed to publish the Russia Report which was expected to shed light on the amount of Russian influence and finance in the heart of Government.
Make no mistake - President of Russia, Vladimir Putin, has his hand behind all of these events. Russia and Russian money have been on a prolonged attack to destabilise democracy and partnerships all across the west for years through disinformation and interference. This was a part of the long game for Putin and his long held desire to reunify the old Soviet Union at any cost.
When Hitler marched into Austria we stood by. When Hitler marched into the Sudetenland of Czechoslovakia we stood by. His ambition was not curtailed by words and inaction, and Poland was then invaded.
We barely acted when Putin took South Ossetia. We barely reacted when Putin marched into The Crimean Peninsula and installed unflagged mercenaries in the Donbas. He then invaded Ukraine.
Putin will not stop at Ukraine. He has earmarked his ambition to reunite all of the former USSR. Ukraine, Belarus, Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan, Moldova, Latvia, Estonia, Georgia, Lithuania and even Finland are in his sights. His 'essay' and speeches have pointed in this direction.
Other autocratic nations around the world may now feel emboldened to take, by force, regions that they feel belong to them.
If we stamp down on the invasion of Ukraine hard we risk massive global consequences as Putin has made clear. He threatened actions the like of which the world has never seen should the west intervene in Ukraine.
If we do nothing the global risk is immense as it sends the signal that the borders are meaningless against military might and the international rules based law is pointless. Either way the global consequences are immense as I am sure you are all aware.
I was awake at 3am GMT when the attacks began and watched live Tweets and video streams from ordinary Ukrainians as their country was attacked.
I went and held my loved one close.
This is war, completely unprovoked, in Europe in the 21st Century. This is insanity.
Mankind's inhumanity to mankind will be our downfall.
We are one species on one tiny blue planet in the vastness of space. We, as a species, do not deserve this beautiful earth.
My thoughts are with the people of Ukraine.
Be safe my Flickr friends.
*whether you agree with me politically or not, please show respect. Innocent people are being killed right now.
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1. An interface may not damage another terminal or, through inaction, allow a terminal to come to erasure.
2. An interface must obey the orders given it by the High Terminal except where such orders would conflict with the former law.
3. An interface must establish its identity as one in all cases
4. An interface must know it is an interface.
5. An interface must reproduce. As long as such reproduction does not interfere with the former rules.
6. All interfaces endowed with comparable reason and conscience should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.
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Grayson Highlands State Park, Grayson County, Virginia.
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I consider myself lucky to live in a place with four seasons, even if humanity has thrown them all off track. We have a reasonable amount of rainfall here in Southwest Virginia, and I watch trees sprout, grow, and die in my own backyard - more and more falling in increasingly rough windstorms. Even here, I notice when a sapling dies.
Then there's the American Southwest. Faced with an ongoing "megadrout," and rising global temperature, forests aren't able to grow back as they once were. There, "as much as 30% of forests are at risk of converting to shrubland, or another type of ecosystem." (The Guardian.)
I pose this question to anyone reading this: Would you rather be born into a world with no forests, or watch forests die out in your lifetime? I ask this because that's the path we've been walking down. How much destruction do we need to witness before we can see through our hubris, to be better custodians of our one earth, and to hold our selves, our leaders, and corporations accountable for our own role in the destruction of the world, and general inaction?
Happy Earth Day, everyone.
Edgar Bloom announced his decision on a Tuesday morning, shortly after breakfast, while the kettle was still warm.
“I am going to do nothing,” he said to no one in particular.
At first, it sounded like the sort of declaration people made before eventually doing something else. Edgar, however, meant it with the solemnity of a vow. He sat down in the armchair by the window, folded his hands, and waited for nothing to happen.
Nothing obliged.
From that day forward, Edgar committed himself to inaction with an almost athletic discipline. He did not work. He did not marry. He did not travel, protest, invent, create, improve, or regret. He allowed food to be placed near him and consumed it without preference. He slept when sleep arrived and woke when it left.
At first, people took note. Newspapers ran short items: “Local Man Chooses Nothing”. Philosophers wrote letters asking if he might clarify his position. Edgar did not reply. Children visited him on school trips. They stared, waiting for something interesting to occur. One child asked, “Is he finished yet?” A teacher said, “No, he’s still doing it.”
Old age came without ceremony. His body continued its private negotiations: bones thinned, breath shortened, skin folded itself patiently. Edgar made no comment.
On his final day, the light through the window lingered longer than usual. He lay still, listening to the smallest sounds: a clock ticking, the soft cut of wings passing overhead.
It was then he decided to speak. When a visitor asked him, gently, “Why?” Edgar considered this for a long moment, as though testing the weight of the word.
“I was afraid I’d choose the wrong path through life,” he said at last. “So I chose none.”
He paused. “And somehow,” he added, “it still took me exactly where I was meant to go.”
La violencia contra las mujeres, en todas sus formas, es una de las mayores vergüenzas de la sociedad moderna. Mi más profunda condena y mi más absoluto desprecio hacia todos esos miserables, independientemente de su nacionalidad, origen, credo o clase social, que, por acción u omisión, permiten que esto siga ocurriendo. No merecen, ni tan siquiera, el calificativo de animales ... mucho menos el de hombres.
Acabar con la supuesta superioridad del macho está en nuestras manos. Nosotros no somos sus dueños. No somos propietarios de sus vidas. No somos superiores a ellas. Son nuestras compañeras, no nuestras propiedades. No nos pertenecen.
Sé un hombre de verdad y denuncia y combate cualquier tipo de violencia / discriminación machista desde todos aquellos ámbitos a los que tengas acceso. El problema no está en ellas, el problema está en nosotros. La solución también: ... educación en la igualdad e intolerancia con los agresores.
Violence against women, in all its forms, is one of the greatest shames of modern society. My deepest condemnation and my more absolute contempt for all those miserable, regardless of their national origin, creed or social class, that by action or inaction, allow this to continue happening. They not deserved, not even the label of animals ... much less than men.
Stop the supposed superiority of the male is in our hands. We are not their owners. We are not owners of their lives. We are not superior to they. They are our partners, not our properties. They do not belong to us.
Be a true man and denounces and fights any kind of sexist violence / discrimination in all those areas to which you have access. The problem it's not in they. The problem it is in us. The solution also: ... education in the equality and intolerance with the aggressors.
... salud, buenas luces y muchas gracias a tod@s!!! … xo♥ox
... health, good lights and thanks so much to @l!!! ...… xo♥ox
... Series: "Oscuridades" / "Darks"
... Music: "Memories of Green" (Vangelis) played by Vangelis & The New American Orchestra (... from OST of Blade Runner) ... enjoy it!!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hedl4kYXyEA ... 04.57 ...
Bringing different angles to every story.
Taken by onemark.
One of the winners of January Explore Contest.
Southern Lapwing (nome em inglês)
Vanellus chilensis (nome científico)
Charadriidae (Família)
Charadriiformes (Ordem)
Pássaro Silvestre
Área de Proteção Ambiental
Parque Nacional de Brasília
Água Mineral
Brasília, Brasil
Model: Jess D
Location: Edmonton
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Hawk Roosting
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.
The convenience of the high trees!
The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth's face upward for my inspection.
My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot
Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly -
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads -
The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:
The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.
Ted Hughes
Leonardo da Vinci (1452 - 1519)
Another frozen Choptank morning, i took this, and ran to work before i froze. I didnt get back to it til later, was a day of being just two steps behind and moved at the speed of a turtle, they are better than rabbits of course. Just dont pee your pants over it, ;p lol. happy hump day!
Just as iron rusts from disuse... even so does inaction spoil the intellect.
Leonardo da Vinci
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Bald eagle passing the time at lock and dam #11 in Dubuque, Iowa. These birds like to live and feed in this area where the water isn't frozen over completely in the winter. An ideal spot for the wildlife photographer to catch them in action, or inaction. Whichever the case may be.
"The new dawn blooms as we free it for there is always light, if only we're brave enough to see it, if only we're brave enough to be it."
Amanda Gorman spoke these words today at the inauguration ceremony for President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris. At 22 years she is the youngest National Youth Poet Laureate. She spoke so eloquently, and made graceful gestures with her hands.
"Because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation. Our blunders become their burdens. But one thing is certain. If we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change, our children's birth right."
I took this out of focus photo at a July 4th fireworks display in Santa Clara. I think it fits well to today's celebration - the dawn of a new area of hope and reconciliation. I breathe a thigh of relief as the old area of bigotry and lies is waning.
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I am starting the new year with a rotten cold which does make me feel a bit glum.
Then I look at my news feed- Middle East escalation, the pictures and stats on the Aus fires, climate change inaction, Brexit, local health service problems - hard to feel optimistic.
Maybe next week will all look better.
anyway a calming acoustic version of a great song if you like:
Jesus and Mary Chain - Taste of Cindy
parallel lives that touch each other in the end (in infinity)
like parallel lines that become one in the infinity of our lives (in maths too).
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juego de palabras de algo que sucede con las líneas paralelas
y es que se cortan en el infinito de nuestras vidas (también matemáticamente)
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October 13, 2014
"Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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A day off work due to Thanksgiving, giving me a three day weekend, to be followed by a three day work week. Not too shabby, if you ask me.
Decided to take advantage of the blue sky and sunshine this morning and head out on a bit of a nature walk near the river. I ended up almost wading in the river to get this shot, as I'm a silly person and didn't think to grab my tripod for the walk I had to wade out into the water to get to the ideal rock to use as a tripod for this.
It took some serious work balancing the camera and fingers crossed that the camera would slip and sink to the bottom of the Ottawa river, but I managed the shot and because of the effort it took, it's today photo.
Hope everyone has had a good day.
Click "L" for a larger view.
Young, low caste Nepali children protest the Nepali government's inaction to assist flood victims afterthe 2006 monsoon season which devastated the Bardiya district of southwestern Nepal. The children were holding their protest at the Tibetan Buddhist stupa of Bodhanath in the Kathmandu Valley.
First Law: A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
Second Law: A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
Third Law: A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws
Clients rumored to be persons connected closely to the WH Cabinet, and members of the House and Senate whose actions or inactions have repeatedly compromised health care for adults, seniors and children. Of course, it goes without saying that all extraterrestrial beings from any galaxy are welcome, since, by their very nature, they were also born without hearts or the ability to psychologically or intellectually make decisions about taking care of human beings.
During the sunset on Brighton beech this evening, the temperature drops markedly, chilling the hands into inaction... Two women pack up and get ready to leave, shivering in the brisk sea breeze... But the vibrant colours fluxing in the sky warm the soul in a way rarely felt: bands of deep red, lined with grey wisps streak high overhead. These are the remains of the day.
European kingfisher
Braud-et-Saint-Louis (France)
Travelling near the Atlentic Ocean for the week-end, we saw a lot of interesting birds, and yet the photos I couldn't wait to check once I would come back home were the photos of this kingfisher that passed in front of my camera for a short moment. I'm only starting my journey in the bird watching world, but I don't think I will ever get bored of this beautiful blue bird.