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A day outing on a beautiful crisp and sunny Friday 13th January, ostensibly for a walk along the bank of the River Eden to Lacy's Caves, did not quite go to plan as we approached Lazonby and saw that a serious amount of mist was rising from the river Eden and gradually moving up over the hillsides on each side. This was an ideal time to visit 'Long Meg and Her Daughters' we thought. The absence of any background, due to the mist, and the suffused lighting provided, what I thought, was an ideal subject to 'solarise' in Photoshop to perhaps convey some of the mystery of this fine red cumbrian sandstone monolith.
Long Meg belongs to one of the finest stone circles in the north of England, the circle has a diameter of about 350 feet, the second biggest in the country. Long Meg is the tallest of the 69 stones, about 12 feet high, with three mysterious symbols, its four corners facing the points of the compass and standing some 60 feet outside the circle.
The stones probably date from about 1500 BC, and it was likely to have been used as a meeting place or for some form of religious ritual. Long Meg is made of local red sandstone, whereas the daughters are boulders of rhyolite, a form of granite. Local legend claims that Long Meg was a witch who with her daughters, was turned to stone for profaning the Sabbath, as they danced wildly on the moor. The circle is supposedly endowed with magic, so that it is impossible to count the same number of stones twice, but if you do then the magic is broken.
Copyright Gordon Edgar - No unauthorised use.
A poem by William Wordsworth:
A weight of Awe not easy to be borne
Fell suddenly upon my spirit, cast
From the dread bosom of the unknown past,
When first I saw that family forlorn;
Speak Thou, whose massy strength and stature scorn
The power of years - pre-eminent, and placed
Apart, to overlook the circle vast.
Speak Giant-mother! tell it to the Morn,
While she dispels the cumbrous shades of night;
Let the Moon hear, emerging from a cloud,
At whose behest uprose on British ground
That Sisterhood in hieroglyphic round
Forth-shadowing, some have deemed the infinite
The inviolable God that tames the proud.
William Wordsworth 1822
The Black Hills region of the Dakota was recognized as inviolable Indian land by the federal government. But the onset of a gold rush there in 1874-75 led the administration of President Ulysses S. Grant to decide that it would be easier to contrive a war against the Indians & seize the land than it would be to oust the white intruders. The campaign of 1876 was commanded by George A. Custer & his 7th Cavalry arrived at the huge Sioux encampment in eastern Montana, & there he hoped to achieve fame & advancement by defeating the Indians.
Late in 1875 an order went out from President Ulysses S. Grant in Washington to the various hostile Indian tribes that they were to report to reservations & Indian agencies no lather than 31 January 1876. The Cheyenne & Sioux tribes disregarded the order & as a result the Yellowstone Expedition set out on 17 May 1876 from Fort Abraham in the Dakota Territory under the command of Brigadier General Alfred H. Terry. The purpose of the expeditionary force was to find Chief Sitting Bull's encampment & to bring him to heel. Normally Lt. Col. George Armstrong Custer would have led the entire expedition himself but he had incurred the displeasure of President Grant & was only allowed to accompany the expedition at the insistence of General Terry.
Basic Law for the Federal Republic of Germany Art. 1
(1) Human dignity shall be inviolable. To respect and protect it shall be the duty of all state authority. (2) The German people therefore acknowledge inviolable and inalienable human rights as the basis of every community, of peace and of justice in the world. (3) The following basic rights shall bind the legislature, the executive, and the judiciary as directly applicable law.
Engraved in a glass pane at the gouvernement quarter, Berlin
Eingraviert in eine Glasscheibe am Regierungsviertel, Berlin
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.
Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white
The evening star inviolable over the coal mines,
The shimmer of northern lights across a bitter winter night,
The blue hills beyond the smoke of the steel works,
The birds who go on singing to their mates in peace, war, peace,
The ten-cent crocus bulb blooming in a used-car salesroom,
The horseshoe over the door, the luckpiece in the pocket,
The kiss and the comforting laugh and resolve—
Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.
The spring grass showing itself where least expected,
The rolling fluff of white clouds on a changeable sky,
The broadcast of strings from Japan, bells from Moscow,
Of the voice of the prime minister of Sweden carried
Across the sea in behalf of a world family of nations
And children singing chorals of the Christ child
And Bach being broadcast from Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
And tall skyscrapers practically empty of tenants
And the hands of strong men groping for handholds
And the Salvation Army singing God loves us….
--Carl Sandburg
It's pretty easy to become dispirited. Particularly when you are attacked simply for doing your job.
If you are a medical doctor, you've gone from managing the triage situation of dealing with dying Covid patients to people accusing you of being part of some grand global plot.
If you are a climate scientist, you live every day with the horror of knowing that we are running up an inviolable metric, and yet are attacked by people for making up facts and pursuing an 'agenda.'
If you are in government, you might be one who ran for office to try to achieve some good for your fellow man or woman, only to live a life that is full of rage attacks driven by an increasing threat of violence.
If you are a teacher, you pursued your career because of your love of knowledge, but you find yourself under attack for the simple process of providing books to students to engage and expand their minds.
If you believe in racial or gender acceptance and equality, you are now seeing your efforts being trampled as rights are being squandered and rolled back, combined with an acceleration of hate.
If you are a woman, you've had to deal with the sudden reality that your fundamental human rights have been stripped away from you in the name of some bastardized religion.
If you believe in justice, you are enraged to see the leader of an insurrection remain free from the scales of justice.
It is so easy to lose faith - because at the same time that this is happening, you are surrounded by hypocrisy. Corporations proclaim they support 'diversity, equity and inclusion initiatives,' but then demonstrate that it is just lip service by their donations to politicians and candidates on the far right. The same companies that put in place expansive and lofty climate goals quickly turn around and fund carbon companies and carbon politicians. The same organizations that publically support the need for some sort of rational online free speech content moderation quietly cheer on the individual who has torn it down.
How do you battle the cynicism, the burnout, the constant browbeating, and the fraud?
Chase your beliefs. Commit to your cause. Double down on your personal or professional oath.
Find the information that reinforces your values.
I am amazed a the resilience of some communities and professions in the face of negative adversity. I remember watching an online community of emergency room doctors during the earliest days of Covid; they were gathering on Twitter to share ideas as to what to do to deal with the horror they were witnessing and battling against. Patients in hallways gasping for air, dying in plain view - these doctors were sharing their ideas on their latest desperate measures to deal with a medical circumstance they had never trained for. I remember seeing a post from one ER doctor out of New York, in which he stated that he was not following established medical protocol anymore -- because the protocol had never envisioned the complexity. He was making it up as he went. They all were.
What drove these people then, and what drives them today? How do they keep going in the face of burnout? The Hippocratic Oath. It's at the core of who they are:
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THE HIPPOCRATIC OATH: MODERN VERSION
I swear to fulfill, to the best of my ability and judgment, this covenant:
I will respect the hard-won scientific gains of those physicians in whose steps I walk, and gladly share such knowledge as is mine with those who are to follow.
I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all measures [that] are required, avoiding those twin traps of overtreatment and therapeutic nihilism.
I will remember that there is art to medicine as well as science, and that warmth, sympathy, and understanding may outweigh the surgeon's knife or the chemist's drug.
I will not be ashamed to say "I know not," nor will I fail to call in my colleagues when the skills of another are needed for a patient's recovery.
I will respect the privacy of my patients, for their problems are not disclosed to me that the world may know. Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and death. If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty. Above all, I must not play at God.
I will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being, whose illness may affect the person's family and economic stability. My responsibility includes these related problems, if I am to care adequately for the sick.
I will prevent disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure.
I will remember that I remain a member of society, with special obligations to all my fellow human beings, those sound of mind and body as well as the infirm.
If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art, respected while I live and remembered with affection thereafter. May I always act so as to preserve the finest traditions of my calling and may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.
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What can you do in these circumstances? No matter who you are, and no matter your professional or personal circumstances, you are driven and guided by some sort of personal oath. Your commitment, your values, your beliefs. The essence of your belief in who you are - it's the core of your virtuous soul. You need to nurture it, reinforce it, reinvent it, and recommit to it.
AS YOU do so, double down on your own personal care.
Reinforcing. Recommitting. Rethinking. Don't let the bastards bring you down!
You don't need a superpower. You just need to be you. Remind yourself of who you are.
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Serving humanity does not require a superpower or a special ability. The only tool that is needed to do good for humanity is empathy. Kindness is the key to be an instrument of inclusivity without any discrimination of caste, colour, and religion.
Upholding the spirit of the hippocratic oath
30 January 2023, Pakistan Observer
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You are responsible! At any time, anywhere, let your beliefs define your actions and your values drive your goals.
Ignore consensus! Choose growth!
Original post: jimcarroll.com/2023/02/daily-inspiration-recommit-rethink...
HE HERETAT L'ESPERANÇA
He heretat l'esperança dels avis
i la paciència dels pares.
I de tots dos, els mots
dels quals ara em serveixo
per parlar-vos.
M'han dit que la naixença em dóna drets
inviolables.
Però jo sóc poruc i sempre em sento
una mica eixalat i solitari.
Visc en un poble petit,
en un país petit
i, tanmateix, vull que quedi ben clar
que això que escric ho escric per a tothom,
i que per mi és com si el món sencer
girés entorn de l'eix dels meus poemes.
Vagarejo tot sol pels carrers en silenci
i cada vespre escolto el cant de les sirenes
des del terrat de casa.
Miquel Martí i Pol
I took this shot 10 years ago in 1998 on a walk that traversed the Western Arthurs in south-west Tasmania. Although I’d been hiking for years this hike redefined what a considered a hard hike to be and what spectacular scenery is, Tassie is just breathtaking. To give you an idea of its severity imagine spending 8 days traversing a ridgeline of a mountain range and then taking just one day to traverse back along the plains to regain your start point!
It is also the place where the man who really inspired and defined a lot of my photographic aspirations and inspirations died. Peter Dombrovskis once said, “When you go out there you don’t get away from it all, you get back to it all. You come home to what is important. You come home to yourself”. Leaving his mortal coil in such a place for me seemed like the right thing in a bitter sweet kind of way. This particular shot was also one of the first where I felt that I began to approach that indefinable something that some work possess that just fills you with a sense of reverence, awe and inviolability of place.
[privacy of correspondence, posts and telecommunications]
(1) the privacy of correspondence, posts and telecommunications shall be inviolable.
I was here again today for the last performance of Hamlet. It was the best yet. Since DT came back from his surgery, he seems to have been 'cooking on gas' - Good reviews from Stratford Upon Avon in the summer turned into great reviews for London (a mini press night was hastily arranged once he was back on stage as he missed the official London press night)
Here's some of the quotes from reviews to prove it.
"With Tennant back in business, it was as if the planets had sharply realigned. There was one centre to this solar system, and it was he. Tennant has that rare ability to make words, set down long ago on a page and worn with time to familiarity and predictability, seem entirely improvised . "
www.guardian.co.uk/stage/2009/jan/08/theatre
"With not a single weak performance in the supporting roles, and a modern-dress staging by Gregory Doran that achieves the hurtling intensity of a thriller, this is now without doubt one of the finest productions of Hamlet I have ever seen, led by an actor of extraordinary courage and charisma who has made a persuasive claim to true greatness. "
www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/theatre/4174524/David-Tennant...
"I think I was lucky to see theatrical history in the making."
www.guardian.co.uk/stage/theatreblog/2009/jan/09/david-te...
"Those timeworn lines sounded as if spoken for the first time. From the first soliloquy, when he held the audience spellbound in inviolable silence - quite coughless - I knew it would be one of those special nights only theatre can deliver." www.guardian.co.uk/stage/2009/jan/11/hamlet-david-tennant
"On September l2, l9l9, a group of women including Fanny Garrison Villard, Elinor Byrns, Katherine Devereaux Blake, and Caroline Lexow Babcock resigned from the executive committee of the Women's International League of New York State because of "a fundamental lack of unity in the membership as a whole and in the executive committee". Some of these women were absolute pacifists, or non-resistants, and wanted to start a new organization whose underlying principle would be "a belief in the sacredness and inviolability of human life under all circumstances"
"The Women's Peace Society was thus founded in October l9l9. In 1920, its letterhead read: "Universal and complete disarmament. Abolition of mob violence. Free trade, the world over." This is their Campaign for non-violent toys.
not movin' my lips
spreadin' words that are missed
not seein' things
in shape they exist
all over again
head's burnin' and
and I want to play
to play the game
and I'm makin' my face
unrecognizable
I'm tryin' to keep the silence
inviolable
at least I'm not
under pressure
it's time to smile
time to say
I feel fine
I'm just fine...
I'm so far away
like left and right
like yes and no
like up and down
I see myself
scratchin' face on the glass
the only way
to escape from my thoughts
I feel fine
ohh I'm just fine...
I agree and deny at the same time
the walls are fallin' down keep my eyes open wide
You're running down the streets you want to call the police!
my nose starts to bleed, the monster needs to be fed
Your face's too close!
I'm movin' backwards
and I want to scream
coz that's only a dream!
that's only a dream
My face's too close!
You're movin' backwards
and you want to scream
coz that's only a dream!
that's only a dream
only a dream
.
ForFreedom WithoutFear,AgainstSexual.
Towards 16 Dec: Ke~ping the Flame Alive .
Violence andGenderDiscrimination .
'Walk" by Maya Krishna Rao (noted theatre artist), Talks bv: Dastangoi, Songs by Swaang, Prof. Nivedita Menon, JNU Jatin, Soul Rebellions Dr. JanakiAbraham. ' DU "Bandh Khirkiyon Sc Takra Kar" by Amir Aziz Arvind Narayan,Alternative Screening ofEve Ensler's Performance" Body ofJustice" Law Forum .
Tomorrow, On 16 Dec, assemble at Ganga Dhaba at S.OOpm and join Candle Light March through Munirka .
Bus Stop followed by Public Meeting to be addressed by Vrinda Grover,Gautam Bhan, Laxmi (acid attack .
survivor) and performance by Mallika Taneja .
Rise Up For Patriarchy's Fallen Women .
Last year, during the anti-rape protests unleashed in Delhi after the brutal gang-rape of a 23-year old woman, our political class invoked "Bharat Mata" by the bulk. The wounds inflicted by the "beti bachao, bahu bachao, samman bachao andolan" in Muzaffarnagar, unleashing communal violence in Western Uttar Pradesh are still fres~ in our minds. These matas, betis .
and bahus are relational identities invoked by the torch-bearers of patriarchal social structure forcing upon women, 'honour' and 'protective' care. In the people's struggle for freedom without fear, women fought and shouted as individuals, bearers of inviolable rights and uncompromisable freedoms. .
Women fought, not as givers of care, but as seekers of rights, justice and freedom reasserting the words of Virginia Wolf, uAs a woman I have no country, as a woman my country is the .
whole world". They are not the women ofhonour, but patriarchy's fallen women. .
Women's body has been the object of manifold domination and exploitation. Exploitation of household labour by the male patriarch in the family, exploitation of sexual labour by the husband, exploitation of labour on the factory floor by the capitalist owner, exploitation of labour in the fields by the upper-caste landlord and forced sexual labour to remove .
indebtedness to the feudal landowner in the village. All these and more, are aspects of exploitation emerging from the collaboration of feudal and capitalistic social relations. These social relations ofexploitation sustain and cause oppression in the form of domination and control over the body of the women. .
Repressive protectionism, Khap panchayats, draconian legislations to suppress women of specific communities by the state, rape, harassmentthrough misogynistic remarks and stereotypes, invocations of caste and religious .
norms to tame women and more such forms of control have effected acid attacks, honour killings, female foeticide, bride-burning and other blood-curdling practices. Visual media and social traditions have been complicit .
as instruments of effecting these outcomes, and aggravating the existing exploitative and oppressive social relations. The .
hegemony of patriarchal and masculinist language and culture promotes shockingly regressive advertisements which exhort men to eat "tough guy" burgers and regain their lost "mojo," read masculine sex appeal or spray a men's deodorant all over a women's body, her drink, all her belongings to assert "she's mine"! .
Freedom from the oppressive cmd subjugating norms and behavior are intricately linked to the demands of .
rights to vote, equal and minimum wages, workplace rights raised throughout history by the socialist and progressive feminist movements.The protests sparked off by the 161.
h December, 2012 incident of brutal rape in Delhi was historic and noteworthy, inview of the overall public outrage against the ruling establishment and ourspecific intervention .
through the discourse of freedom without fear to reaffirm the centuries old progressive feminist struggle for women's and people's rights. The memory of streets reverberating with the battle-cry of uKhap se maange aazadi, Baap se .
maange azadi" is vivid in our minds. Men walked along with Women carrying placards shouting udon't look at mylipstick, listen to whatI'm saying" and umeri skirtse oonchf, meri awaz", we climbed up lighting poles at Raisana .
Hill shouting "hal hak humara azadi", amidst water cannons and brutallathi-charge. .
We raised the issues ofthe colonial and feudal two-finger test used as medico-legal examination for rape, rape within the legal institution ofmarriage, use of custodial rape and rape by military and security forces under the aegis of draconian laws, immunity to state personnel from criminal punishment for perpetrating sexual violence, systematic use of1'ape during communal violence by the ruling forces and pushed the political agenda further to a bigger horizon of women's autonomy and freedom. Our resistance to the recent Supreme Court verdict re-criminalizing homosexual .
intercourse by upholding section 377of I PC, is an important thread in the broadening of the same political horizon of rightsand the concomitant freedoms to sexual expression and rights. .
While we have recurrently challenged all traditional sexual and gender identities through our movements for freedom without fear and the discourses raised therewith, the range of this criticism has today broadened, taking into its fold the issues of gendered minorities. .
P.T.O. .
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not movin' my lips
spreadin' words that are missed
not seein' things
in shape they exist
all over again
head's burnin' and
and I want to play
to play the game
and I'm makin' my face
unrecognizable
I'm tryin' to keep the silence
inviolable
at least I'm not
under pressure
it's time to smile
time to say
I feel fine
I'm just fine...
I'm so far away
like left and right
like yes and no
like up and down
I see myself
scratchin' face on the glass
the only way
to escape from my thoughts
I feel fine
ohh I'm just fine...
I agree and deny at the same time
the walls are fallin' down keep my eyes open wide
You're running down the streets you want to call the police!
my nose starts to bleed, the monster needs to be fed
Your face's too close!
I'm movin' backwards
and I want to scream
coz that's only a dream!
that's only a dream
My face's too close!
You're movin' backwards
and you want to scream
coz that's only a dream!
that's only a dream
only a dream
IG II² 3299
epigraphy.packhum.org/text/5572?hs=54-62
Αὐτοκράτορα Καίσαρα θεοῦ Τραιανοῦ
υἱὸν θεοῦ Νερούα υἱωνὸν Τραιανὸν Ἁδριανὸν
Σεβαστὸν Ὀλύμπιον · vv ἡ πόλις Ἰουλιέων τῶν καὶ Λαο-
δικέων τῶν πρὸς θαλ<ά>σσῃ τῆς ἱερᾶς καὶ ἀσύλου καὶ αὐτονόμου
ναυαρχίδος συνγενίδος φίλης συμμάχου κοινωνοῦ δήμου
Ῥωμαίων, ἐξαιρέτως τετειμημένη δωρεαῖς, καθὼς καὶ ἐν Καπε-
τωλίωι δέλτοι περιέχουσιν · vv διὰ ἐπιμελητῶν καὶ πρεσβευ-
τῶν v Ἀρχελάου τοῦ Τειμάρχου · vv καὶ Μ · Οὐισελλίου Γαίου
υἱοῦ Κολλίνα Πρείσκου · καὶ Γ Κορνηλίου Γαίου υἱοῦ Κυρείνα
Μαξίμου · v καὶ Ἀπολλωνίου Διογνήτου · τοῦ ἐπικαλου-
μένου Γαίου.
www.atticinscriptions.com/inscription/IGII2/3299
(This statue of) Emperor Caesar, son of the God
Trajan, grandson of the God Nerva, Trajan Hadrian
Augustus Olympios (was erected by) the city of the Julians who are also Laodikeians by the Sea,
sacred and inviolable and autonomous,ship-ruler, kin, friend, ally, partner of the People
of the Romans, exceptionally honoured with gifts, as the
tablets in the Capitolium record, (erected) through the managers and envoys
Archelaos son of Teimarchos and Marcus Visellius son of Gaiusof tribe Collina Priscus and Gaius Cornelius son of Gaius of tribe Quirina Maximus and Apollonios son of Diognetos who is also called
Gaios.
August 2012.
Lunchtime walk around Westminster.
The Sanctuary at Westminster Abbey was a place of refuge within the precincts where people could flee temporarily from persecution. The right of sanctuary (Lat. sanctuarium, holy place), was the right of a person to protection or asylum within consecrated ground, founded on an ancient belief that one entering assumes part of the holiness of a place. It would be committing sacrilege to remove the person from the sacred place, so the right of sanctuary was considered inviolable.
One of the most famous people who claimed sanctuary was Elizabeth Woodville, Queen of Edward IV.
The Guildhall, off Gresham Street in the City of London, according to its website, "has been the City powerhouse since the twelfth century. In an era when the Lord Mayor of London rivalled the monarch for influence and prestige, this was where he and the ruling merchant class held court, fine-tuned the laws and trading regulations that helped create London’s wealth." It can be argued that little has changed. The Guildhall is still home of the City of London Corporation, which presides over the City of London and its affairs with scant regard for the laws that apply to everyone else. The black line making part of the arc of a circle in the foreground marks the site of a Roman amphitheatre, the largest in the country, signifying the importance of the site for nearly 2,000 years. Photo taken on July 13, 2012.
See: www.guildhall.cityoflondon.gov.uk/
Also see George Monbiot's article from october 2011, when the Occupy London campaigners were seeking transparency and accountability from the City of London for its role in the global economic crash of 2008 and its ongoing inviolability: www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2011/oct/31/corporation-...
And see the response here: www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2011/nov/03/city-of-lond...
For more on Andy Worthington, see: www.andyworthington.co.uk/
Île de Tsushima (département de Nagasaki)
Ura-Hacchôkaku, tombe de la mère de Tendô-dôshi (Enfant du soleil), mont Tatera, Tsutsu (豆酘 龍良山 裏八丁角 天童童子の母の墓).
Arbre à la base duquel a été disposée une pierre (symbole d'un enfant qui sort du ventre de sa mère ? de l'élément masculin ?). En tout état de cause, l'arbre, ici, représente la dimension féminine.
La légende veut qu'une vierge ait été mise enceinte par un rayon de soleil. L'enfant qui nait de cette union est appelé Tendô-dôshi.
Le culte de l'Enfant du soleil est au fondement des rituels organisés pour obtenir une bonne récolte : il relève donc des cultes liés à l'agriculture, en l'occurrence la culture du riz, et notamment d'une variété appelée akamai (le «riz rouge »), cultivée aujourd'hui uniquement à des fins rituels. Tsushima est connu comme étant l'île japonaise qui a fait appel le plus rapidement à la culture du riz, qui faisait partie du mode de vie des "kaijin" (海人, peuple de la mer) appelés également «Wajin»), installés sans doute sur les côtes chinoises, et qui vivaient tout aussi bien de la mer que de l'agriculture. On suppose qu'ils viennent peupler Tsushima à partir de Ve siècle avant J.-C. environ.
Le mont où se trouve ce lieu de culte est recouvert d'une forêt vierge dont l'accès a été strictement tabou jusqu'à récemment. Il a servi de lieu d'asile inviolable pour les individus qui, pour une raison ou une autre, venaient y chercher refuge.
Le mont sacré de Tatera a été aussi un lieu où se sont développées des pratiques divinatoires appelée « kiboku » ( (亀卜）) qui utilisent la carapace de tortue.
Arielle spent one Saturday on the set of a movie being filmed by LivingStorms Production, a local independent movie company.
Even layered over, one CANNOT hide the belly! That's one of the inviolable rules of belly dancing. Didn't you know that?
Photo by Bill Tricomi
(the shot that is.)
or course i watched the super bowl today; the super PUPPY bowl that is!
i'm so incredibly sick that these tootsies may be all you get to see of me
before my venture forth 9 days from now.
i like stripes. and pups. and resting my feet on the heater, wool socks be damned.
i don't like football, and being too sick to function beyond baths.
even the bath made me so dizzy i had to sit on the bathroom floor
for awhile after. but my muscles are sharply protesting this degree of inactivity!
so after lounging by the pool i watched puppies frolic and at least got
my laugh muscles loosened up. yeah, it hurts to laugh i.e. cough right now,
but it hurts so good to laugh due to animal shenanigans.
oh, and don't kill when me when i get back to pittsburgh. i've hated football all my life.
but hey! i like baseball! "baceboll bin berry berry gud tu me!"
(and my dad was the longest running employee of iron city brewery, evah! so i've got ... um, what's that thing you get on "reality" shows when you can't touch me? um ... sanctity? impregnability? inviolability? yeah ... oh! immunity from the "you must be a football fan or die" clause. phew.)
Day two of the eviction, November 8, 2017. On November 7, 2017, on a cold winter day, a family was evicted from their home in Bucharest the a property belonging to the Romanian Orthodox Church. As with all the evictions lately documented by us (Passport Productions), the legal terms were yet again not respected, especially the inviolability of the domicile.
Shetou, Taiwan. Model: Wei-ch'iao W. She asked how she should pose. I replied, she should look sacred and inviolable, like the Arab woman.
"Sleep well, sweet Maid! whom as black winter stole the fragrant bud of Spring, too Early (?) blown, untimely Death has nipped. Here take thy rose, inviolable here! While we than thou less favoured through the irksome vale of life toil on in tears without thee. Yet not long shall Death divide us! Rapid is the flight of life more rapid than the turtle's (dove) wings. And soon our bones shall meet. Here may we Sleep. Here wake together! and by his Dear might Who conquered Death for sinful man ascend. Forever hence to an Eternal home."
Day two of the eviction, November 8, 2017. On November 7, 2017, on a cold winter day, a family was evicted from their home in Bucharest the a property belonging to the Romanian Orthodox Church. As with all the evictions lately documented by us (Passport Productions), the legal terms were yet again not respected, especially the inviolability of the domicile.
Sybil: “I won’t. I promise.”
Elliot: “Well, it was in February 2009, and I happened to be at this strip club in New York called Sizzlin’ Sisters. I went there with Charlie, ‘cause he was on the rebound after a tough breakup. I don’t often go to places like that, but there I was… And so… uh… Vinnie was the main act, and I was sitting by a dance pole. So Voluptuous Viva comes up to me and says something like: ‘Hey, handsome!’ Charlie is sitting close and looking jealous. I look around and see nobody else close enough, so I’m like: ‘You’re talking to me?’ And she gives me a lap dance and she bends down and whispers into my ear…”
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Vinnie: “This is a poem by Jack Kerouac… It defines me.
‘Angel mine be you fine
Angel divine
Angel milk what’s your ilk
Angel bilk
Angel cash angel smash
Angel hash’”
Elliot (laughingly): “What? Hah! So, you’re like an angel or something?”
Vinnie (smiling): “Of course. I’m an angel... of pain. I can feel yours. (breathes heavily into his ear) I have – like you – lost my inviolability to the degradation of life.”
Elliot (confused): “Huh? What inviolability? What are you talking about? You don’t even know me.”
Vinnie (in a velvet soft voice): “I know your type. You’ve got fearful eyes. They tell a story about deep scars. The life... tales... lies... and death of…”
Elliot (quietly): “Elliot. Elliot Crane.”
Vinnie (softly): “I know you’ve been violated somehow. Pain defines you.”
Today it seems that everything must be defined exclusively in economic terms, but what value does culture have?
In so-called “Western” countries, little or none. Continuous and repeated cuts in education – at every level – have contributed to creating not one, but several generations who fail to receive an education worthy of the name; this is fertile ground for an administrative and political army whose morale is on a par with that of the conquistadores. The tendency to view the world, and its expressions, solely from a “revenue” – or debt – point of view, is not only destroying tens of thousands of years of culture, but is threatening us and the planet.
The challenge is to promote the process of circulation, development and protection of cultures: all cultures, in their diversity, individuality and complexity are a well-structured, fragile heritage that can significantly contribute to visualising and pursuing a model of society that is freer and genuinely more democratic than the current one.
Architecture plays a key role in determining cultural landscapes. Architecture shapes – from the vernacular to international and modern style, from -isms to the latest avant-garde – the places assigned to development and research, as well as the most ordinary places in everyday life, such as housing, roads, squares and places for meeting and entertainment, or shopping centres and offices. It is precisely in these ordinary places, the most popular and frequented by the vast majority of the population, that culture needs to be defended the most; it is the everyday places, where 99% of the population live, that are the most fragile.
The environment which has been built around us can support the development and preservation of cultures, or it can reject, demean and degrade them. This is the case with a large number of buildings built with very little planning care or using shoddy, and sometimes polluting materials.
It is not easy to get rid of bad architecture; planting a few trees to cover up its social and cultural effects is not enough. The problem has to be dealt with in-depth, primarily, by identifying the features and causes.
Nowadays, a vast number of places bear the embryos of a new, experimental, innovative, inclusive and collaborative architectural culture that manages to overcome cultural, political, economic and social boundaries, subsequently renewing the affirmation of inviolable human rights such as dignity, equality, freedom and the aspiration to peace. Many of the people behind these projects are young, sometimes very young, and this is no coincidence. What would a world be like where these young people are, maybe not helped, but at least not hindered to the point that sometimes they give up their social commitment in favour of choices dictated by need?
Article 3 of the Italian Constitution states the principle that economic and social obstacles that restrict the freedom and equality of citizens, preventing them from maximum achievement, must be removed.
Utopia? Nowadays, quite a few people believe it is feasible, and they are not just dreamers. Perhaps we just need to get to know them better.
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In order to communicate to journalists and media buyers the last season of Prison Break,on FOX, in which the Scofield brothers need to decipher codes to reach to freedom, a different direct mail was sent. Media agencies and other media received an inviolable box simulating a prison with a mobile phone inside. Meanwhile e-mails were sent asking for help for whom was good deciphering codes. In these e-mails was a part of the code and the FOX's website was hidden the other part.The person finding the code would get the mobile phone. A Michael Scofield lookalike would come and break the box releasing the mobile phone.
El lacre tradicional en ladrillos es un material duro, de acabado brillante, se tiene que partir para poder abrir el documento sellado, es delicado, se rompe si se envía por correos.
Blocs de cire a cacheter traditionelle. Ce produit synonyme de fermeture inviolable existe depuis très longtemps. La cire traditionnelle est un dur, finition brillante, elle doit commencer à ouvrir le document scellé est délicate, des pauses si envoyés par courrier:
A home, or domicile, is a living space used as a permanent or semi-permanent residence for an individual, family, household or several families in a tribe. It is often a house, apartment, or other building, or alternatively a mobile home, houseboat, yurt or any other portable shelter. A principle of constitutional law in many countries, related to the right to privacy enshrined in article 12 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights is the inviolability of the home as an individual's place of shelter and refuge.
Day two of the eviction, November 8, 2017. On November 7, 2017, on a cold winter day, a family was evicted from their home in Bucharest the a property belonging to the Romanian Orthodox Church. As with all the evictions lately documented by us (Passport Productions), the legal terms were yet again not respected, especially the inviolability of the domicile.
Article 2
(1) Every person shall have the right to free development of his personality
insofar as he does not violate the rights of others or offend against the
constitutional order or the moral law.
(2) Every person shall have the right to life and physical integrity. Freedom
of the person shall be inviolable. These rights may be interfered with
only pursuant to a law.
Île de Tsushima (département de Nagasaki)
Hacchôkaku, tombe de Tendô-dôshi (Enfant du soleil), mont Tatera, Tsutsu (豆酘 龍良山 八丁角 天童童子の墓).
La légende veut qu'une vierge ait été mise enceinte par un rayon de soleil. L'enfant qui nait de cette union est appelé Tendô-dôshi.
Le culte de l'Enfant du soleil est au fondement des rituels organisés pour obtenir une bonne récolte : il relève donc des cultes liés à l'agriculture, en l'occurrence la culture du riz, et notamment d'une variété appelée akamai (le «riz rouge »), cultivée aujourd'hui uniquement à des fins rituels. Tsushima est connu comme étant l'île japonaise qui a fait appel le plus rapidement à la culture du riz, qui faisait partie du mode de vie des "kaijin" (海人, peuple de la mer) appelés également «Wajin»), installés sans doute sur les côtes chinoises, et qui vivaient tout aussi bien de la mer que de l'agriculture. On suppose qu'ils viennent peupler Tsushima à partir de Ve siècle avant J.-C. environ.
Le mont où se trouve ce lieu de culte est recouvert d'une forêt vierge dont l'accès a été strictement tabou jusqu'à récemment. Il a servi de lieu d'asile inviolable pour les individus qui, pour une raison ou une autre, venaient y chercher refuge.
Le mont sacré de Tatera a été aussi un lieu où se sont développées des pratiques divinatoires appelées « kiboku » ( (亀卜）) qui utilisent la carapace de tortue.
Two Hawks in a Thicket, Ming dynasty, 15th century
Lin Liang (Chinese, ca. 1416–ca. 1480)
China
Hanging scroll; ink and pale color on silk; 58 9/16 x 33 1/16 in. (149 x 84 cm)
Gift of Bei Shan Tang Foundation, 1993 (1993.385)
One of the leading court painters of bird-and-flower painting, the Cantonese artist Lin Liang specialized in bold, expressive, monochrome depictions of birds in the wild.
Never before had there been such hawks as those painted by Lin Liang. Standing like monuments to strength and courage on the highest frozen peaks, swept by bitter winds, living in worlds that lesser creatures could not inhabit, Lin's great birds are embodiments of heroism. In contrast to his usual image of hawks silhouetted against the sky and surveying their surroundings from a high perch, however, the noble birds seen in this painting appear withdrawn and reclusive, depicted as if lost in a dense forest of old trees and thick bamboo where no one could possibly reach them, inviolable and inaccessible.
Day two of the eviction, November 8, 2017. On November 7, 2017, on a cold winter day, a family was evicted from their home in Bucharest the a property belonging to the Romanian Orthodox Church. As with all the evictions lately documented by us (Passport Productions), the legal terms were yet again not respected, especially the inviolability of the domicile.
Federal Constitution of Germany: "The German People acknowledge inviolable and inalienable human rights as the basis of every human community, of peace, and of justice in the world."
Church of St Andrew
Monument to Brigadier John and Thomas Hobart. Marble. Centre south aisle. Commissioned by their father in 1742.
The inscription under a lugged architrave is set under a broken pediment, framing a cartouche with blank coat of arms and decorated with a Vitruvian scroll and garland. The simple inscription notes that the monument was commissioned by their father (Sir John Hobart 5th Baronet (1693-1756) ) in memory of his sons’ ‘inviolable friendship.’ According to Blomefield: ‘John, late a brigadier-general in the army of his present Majesty, and captain and governour of Pendennis Castle in Cornwall, died at his house in Queen's-street, November 7, 1734, and Thomas, of Lincoln's-Inn, who died (presumably in 1742) unmarried.
Francis Blomefield, 'Hundred of South Erpingham: Blickling', in An Essay Towards A Topographical History of the County of Norfolk: Volume 6 (London, 1807), pp. 381-409
Auspiciously stumbled upon this monument this afternoon, Presidents' Day, in Stanley Park. The monument reads:
“What an object lesson of peace is shown today by our two countries to all the world. No grim-faced fortifications mark our frontiers. No huge battleships patrol our dividing waters. No stealthy spies lurk in our tranquil border hamlets. Only a scrap of paper recording hardly more than a simple understanding safe guards lives and properties on the Great Lakes, and only humble mile posts mark the inviolable boundary line for thousands of miles through farm and forest.
Our protection is in our fraternity, our armour is our faith. The tie that binds more firmly year by year is ever increasing acquaintance and comradeship through interchange of citizens. And the compact is not of perishable parchment but of fair and honorable dealing which, God grant, shall continue for all time.”
Erected by Kiwanis International in memory of a great occasion in the life of two sister nations here on July 26, 1923. Warren Gamaliel Harding, twenty-night President of the United States of America, and first President to visit Canada, charter member of the Kiwanis Club of Marion, Ohio, spoke words that are worthy of record in lasting granite. Dedicated September 16, 1925."
On November 7, 2017, on a cold winter day, a family was evicted from their home in Bucharest the a property belonging to the Romanian Orthodox Church. As with all the evictions lately documented by us (Passport Productions), the legal terms were yet again not respected, especially the inviolability of the domicile.
This eagle is part of a larger monument dedicated to Warren G. Harding (and first visit to Canada by a US President). The plaques read:
What an object lesson of peace is shown today by our two countries to all the world. No grimfaced fortifications mark our frontiers, no huge battleships patrol our dividing waters, no stealthy spies lurk in our tranquil border hamlets. Only a scrap of paper, recording hardly more than a simple understanding safe-guards lives and properties on the Great Lakes and only humble mile posts mark the inviolable boundary line for thousands of miles through farm and forest.
Our protection is in our fraternity, our armour is our faith. The tie that binds more firmly year by year is ever increasing acquaintance and comradeship through interchange of citizens, and the compact is not of perishable parchment, but of fair and honorable dealing, which, God grant, should continue for all time.
Erected by Kiwanis International in memory of a great occasion in the life of two sister nations, here on July 26, 1923, Warren Gameliel Harding, twenty-ninth President of the United States of America, and first President to visit Canada, charter member of the Kiwanis Club of Marion, Ohio, spoke words that are worthy of record in lasting granite dedicated September 16, 1925.
Some history behind the monument.
20 January 2013 – A meeting of nine Afghan journalist associations and media rights groups announced today in Kabul the formation of an umbrella media body to ensure freedom of expression as enshrined in the Constitution of Afghanistan and defend rights of journalists in the country.
The organizers told a news conference that the establishment of the Afghanistan Journalists’ Federation (AJF) would strengthen democracy, independence of media and defend the rights of journalists.
The Federation aims to support independence of speech, ensure access to information and capacity building of media institutions, improve laws relating to media activities, establish connections with the international media organizations and defend the rights of journalists in Afghanistan, said founding members of the first such media body of Afghanistan.
“For the last four years, journalists associations and watchdog organizations have been negotiating for better coordination and joint efforts, which eventually resulted in the establishment of an umbrella organization called the Afghanistan Journalists’ Federation,” said Akhpalwak Safi, a member of the Federation and the Executive Director of the National Association of Journalists.
Article 34 of the Afghan Constitution has guaranteed the freedom of expression by saying this is “inviolable”.
The Federation will soon develop a two-year action plan to respond to the needs and concerns of journalist community in Afghanistan
Mr. Safi explained that the Federation would be centrally managed through a board comprised of nine members — one each from the nine founding member organizations.
The decisions of the board shall be endorsed after a vote of confidence by majority of the members. Six out of nine members should agree with the decision through their vote of confidence and at least seven members should be present at every meeting to complete the quorum.
Abdul Hameed Mobarez, a founding member of the Federation and Chairman of Afghanistan National Journalists’ Union (ANJU), said the Federation had been formed based on the principles of democracy. “I hope it will help institutionalize democracy and promote freedom of speech in the country,” said Mr. Mobarez.
Photo: UNAMA / Fardin Waezi