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got new glasses this weekend!
prescription has gone up again... right eye is now up to 7! :0 leftie is ok... that's the one I use to take photos with :)
also got some new lipstick - I never ever wear lipstick normally, but I've never tried this colour before and I love it! it's mac and I think the colour is myth - my sister bought it a while ago but she let me keep it because she wasn't too keen~
The London borough of Islington was once home to some dubious characters - Marx, Lenin and Stalin for instance. This helps to explain why a bust of the grisly fanatic Lenin ended up on display in the borough. This did little to discourage talk of 'loony lefties' in charge of some councils!
Now an exhibit in the interesting Islington Museum, in the basement of the St John Street Library. Entry is free - a visit is recommended.
Redid the Vltor receiver. PMG is pissing me off, I can't save the code for them so I gotta figure something out. Any who please view as all sizes. Thanks : ) Credit to AEROS15 for the PEQ
leftie parts for the ACR (: enjoy! the reciever should be easy to recolor darker, but if you need me to do that, FM me. im done for the night, haha.
pastie: pastebin.com/7iQagg1V
Ilarion works for the European Space Agency and his guitar reflects that.
He has a completely unique instrument which really sings now with the eye
catching 3mm acrylic plate and resounding high powered single coil we wound
for him. The ashtray bridge cover was a point for debate. He had a new one
to fit but eventually opted for the old one, we all agreed it was the right
call. A guitar with loads of history, Maya being a mystery make we've never
encountered before. Its is now back to its best without losing any of its
charm.
*Jack's Instrument Services*
Guitar set-up and repair workshop - Manchester
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Thanks to Thomas Shahan for helping with ID - I could tell this wasn't P. audax, but it was the first of this species I've ever seen. Phidippus otiosus - another one to add to my list of species found. I don't have an actual physical list yet, but it's something I'm planning to do shortly. Maybe I'll work on it while getting my tattoo today; two-plus hours to just hang out in a chair. As long as I can focus, and write with my right hand (I'm a leftie and that's where the new ink is going!).
Found down in some tree bark in Mohawk Park while measuring a tree's diameter, immediately dropped the tape measure and pulled out a pocketknife to coax him out from his retreat. I'm sure the people who saw me thought I was pretty nuts, but I was really excited about the size of this jumper and all the white. I initially thought it was P. audax, but the proportions are a little different, especially the tall cephalothorax, and there's too much white on the body; It's also missing the characteristic pattern of three larger spots on the abdomen. The abdomen also seems fairly large for an adult male Phidippus - must be a healthy spider!
It's a very impressive Salticid, as well as a new species for me, and I may hang onto it for awhile, these photos don't really do him justice. I may end up deleting them and replacing with better shots later on, I just wanted to share the size of this beast. I couldn't get his whole body in the shot with my reversed lens setup at minimum magnification [55mm, ~1:1.5, thanks to Brodie Foster and ATKR for the math in my comments :) ], so I also want to photograph him with my 60mm macro lens.
Nikkor 18-55 reversed (at ~55mm), Nikon SB-400 and folding diffuser, homemade flash bracket.
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If you haven't seen it yet, check out Thomas Shahan's (Opo Terser's) Interview from the Today Show (NBC), which I uploaded to Youtube. It aired October 23.
At Badgingarra. I was home when I got the heads up on this one, from Matt Hayes. Yeah, and 4 hours later I got it! They took a leftie at Muchea! And went north on Brand Highway. I was at Chittering, Bindoon area on the Great Northern Highway! And yeah the chase was on! This shot is copied from my phone. Will upload the camera photo later.
When I was a right thinking, painfully trendy, leftie student in the 80's I had a poster on my wall titled "Her hair is brighter than her future". This photo reminded me of that poster.
Naturally, now I am a bourgeoisie, capitalist pig-dog land owner, I don't believe a word of it.
28 SECRETS IN 28 DAYS...
SECRET # 17
ADDA DADA IS A LESBIAN!
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OK...an HONORARY LESBIAN...but still a LESBIAN....I guess I need to explain this one!
so here it goes!
Back in the late 1970's...there was a HUGE rift between the Lesbian and Gay men community. The LESBIAN community was aligning themselves with the WOMAN's RIGHTS groups. There were many struggles going on all at the same time mind you...CHICANO and AFRICAN AMERICAN (BLACK) groups were also fighting for equality.
The gay men's community was also fighting for equality, though, they also were partying like there was tomorrow...and along with them was ADDA DADA.
There were many people, bars and even resturants that clearly divided their alliances with the GAY and LESBIAN and STRAIGHT communities. The revisionist theory that everyone was along each others side is pure hogwash. The communities were divided. EVEN IN SAN FRANCISCO!
There were very few gay men who had straight men or straight women, and/or lebian friends. For those who do not know, this is NO secret...ADDA had LOTS of friends from all fences and all colors.
(I won't go into me supporting the BLACK PANTHER PARTY in high school which gained quite a bit of attention and well, respect amongst the African Americans, and Asian Americans in my school. Its a great story...one day I will jot it down. )
Most gay men bars 'barred' woman, straight or gay, and there was definately a color barrier. One of the easiest ways to excluded folks was to ask THREE (3) forms of IDENTIFICATION (ID) when entering a bar. Who and the hell has 3 pieces of ID? Easy way to say, you're not coming in.
Well, since ADDA seemed to have a 'carte blanche' whereever he went, he made sure to include his friends...no matter their color or sex! Many of the 'in' places clearly were not going to 'card' my friends...such as MELINDA who was AMERICAN INDIAN and straight. She adored going out to gay bars with ADDA and having fun..and we did!
One of the 'safe havens' for many of those who were not included in the GAY MALE DISCO CROWD of the 1970's was the beacon of light (and punk/new wave music), the CAFE FLORE in the CASTRO.
Artists, dykes, drag queens, trendies, did i metion artists, poets, and the few gay men hung out in this former car sales lot turned into a greenhouse cafe. The previous owners purchased the cafe and let those who were 'left out' of the madness of the gay male clone CASTRO...enjoy their single cup of cafe for the day.
Don't worry, the previous owners made up for the lost revenue by selling the CAFE FLORE for over 2 million dollars! So it certainly paid off for them to let those poor drag queens sip their cafes all day long!
Anyway, ADDA had tons of DYKE friends who were kind and loving. I have always admired very STRONG woman, such as my straight mom, who provided a good role model that woman can make it out on their own, or even alone with their kids. I grew up with a strong 'leftie' family...and a strong mom.
(So those OF YOU who may be poo-pooing a 50 year-old gay man with their 80 year-old mom...I'M REALLY HAPPY & PROUD TO BE ABLE TO BE WITH HER NOW!)
OK..so, my DYKE friends, LAURIE, JD, LAUREN-GIRL, and crew adored my politics and my support...so, one day, at the CAFE FLORE at the outside table near the entrance had a 'cermony' where they pronouced that ADDA DADA was an HONORARY DYKE.
IT WAS SO DAMN COOL...and I can remember it so well..we were all sitting around a table and there were proclamations made by about 10 of my DYKE friends.
Each one stood up individually and stated why I should be welcomed into DYKEHOOD. It was really moving and totally impromptu.
I do not remember the exact words for needless to say, for once in my life, I was completely BLOWN AWAY.
Remember, this was in the days that there was a division between gay men and gay/lesbian woman!
So, BIG SECRET....ADDA DADA IS A HONARARY LESBIAN!
Also, it should be noted, that it was the LESBIAN COMMUNITY that came to the rescue of the GAY COMMUNITY when the A-bomb (AIDS BOMB) hit and NO ONE WANTED TO TOUCH ANY GAY MAN.
After so many years of exclusion within the gay community, it was the LESBIAN COMMUNITY that came to the rescue of so many of my gay male friends who were dropping...dying off at an alarming rate.
Today, the GAY /LESBIAN/TRANSGENDER community is united in the many stuggles that are still to be made....
ADDA would like to thank the LESBIAN community who came to aid of the GAY community in one of the most trying and dire times during the stuggle of GAY/LESBIAN/TRANSGENDER rights.
thank you for everything...and thank you for the honary title...it really meant/means so much to me. really reminds me of those fun and also the difficult days so long, long ago...
Antioch College has a very pleasant campus in my eyes - a nice break from ceremonial pomposity and formality. Big trees grow proudly even where they block the view of grand old buildings, the paths are worn and the lawns are full of dandelions. In keeping with its leftie, student-cooperative tradition, hammocks and spray-painted murals stand in for heroic statues and formal gardens. Maybe it was just that I was there during summer, but it reminds me, in a good way, of sleepaway camp.
A whim! · Un antojo! · Un capriccio! · Un desig!
Desde que vi este patrón me enamore de él, por eso aquí estoy con los hilos y las agujas entre las manos deseando verlo terminado. Que ilusión y cuanto gusto da tejerlo. Es un patrón sencillo con un resultado maravilloso. Os lo recomiendo!
Original pattern: www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/leftie
The thin end of the wedge. They want PR so that the number of MPs elected actually matches the percentage of people voting for that party. How very unBritish. Next they'll want to elect the Head of State instead of letting accident of birth determine who gets it. And maybe even elect the Upper House and even directly elect the PM. Probably all leftie lawyers and Guardian readers.
This is unbelievably a peak on a scheduled service. The 08.10 Marylebone - Aylesbury in fact, unfortunately not in the best position for photos. The Peak Army (Westcountry Division) had arrived at the ungodly hour of 05.10 at Paddington on the overnight sleepers and open mark 2Fs (aka 'dentist's chairs' ) and we had a railtour to catch from Marylebone at 07.40 so what to do in the intervening couple of hours ? Have a pint of course. There was a pub near Stratford station that opened at 05.00 to cater for police officers clocking off the night shift at the nearby police station so that's where we headed on the just introduced GLC 'Fare's Fair' policy of 10p tube fares thanks to 'Loony Leftie' leader Ken Livingstone as he was then dubbed. Then it was to Marylebone for Hertfordshire Railtours' 'Mayflower Galatea' to Heysham and Barrow. Due to the ECS being late arriving from Willesden and pathing problems it was decided to run 45141 on load 11 as the 08.10 scheduled service to Aylesbury calling at all stations between Harrow-On-The-Hill and Aylesbury. BR was also scheduled to run a shoppers' special from Aylesbury to Milton Keynes but this was cancelled and the passengers put on the railtour to get them to Milton Keynes.
'Fast back' or in this case lift-back sprinters are a rare breed in Bangladesh, combine that with a left-hand drive!
Yes this was a peak on a scheduled service. The 08.10 Marylebone - Aylesbury in fact on the 15th December 1984. The Peak Army had arrived at the ungodly hour of 05.10 at Paddington on the overnight from the Westcountry and had a railtour to catch from Marylebone at 07.40 so what to do in the intervening couple of hours ? Have a pint of course. There was a pub near Stratford station that opened at 05.00 to cater for police officers clocking off the night shift at the nearby police station so that's where we headed on the just introduced GLC 'Fare's Fair' policy of 10p tube fares thanks to 'Loony Leftie' leader Ken Livingstone as he was then dubbed. Then it was to Marylebone for Hertfordshire Railtours' 'Mayflower Galatea' to Heysham and Barrow. Due to the ECS being late arriving from Willesden and pathing problems it was decided to run 45141 on load 11 as the 08.10 scheduled service to Aylesbury calling at all stations between Harrow-On-The-Hill and Aylesbury. BR was also scheduled to run a shoppers' special from Aylesbury to Milton Keynes but this was cancelled and the passengers put on the railtour to get them to Milton Keynes.
Two more right handed sketches done from the controlled environment of my painting table which is annoyingly perfectly set up for a leftie…
Rather excited by these- painting is definitely a lot easier than drawing with my non dominant hand.
A small group of wild Yellow-crested Cockatoo live in a park of Hong Kong, very noisy bird.
[Thanks all for pointing out that leftie is Yellow-crested Cockatoo, rightie is Sulphur-crested Cockatoo]
i love it when the sun's light pours thru my window.
putting the finishing touches on a bag i've been working on.
Apparently, it's an abbreviation for "all cops are bastards". I'm guessing this is a leftie skinhead because this was taken at a Billy Bragg concert.
A couple of years ago I joined the February's Alphabet Fun group and had so much fun. Now it's Feb. again, so I'm excited to join again! Yay!
A is for ambidextrous. I have been told many times that I'm ambidextrous, but I don't think I am. I'm a leftie, but was taught to do many things right handed. I can't write with both my left and right hand. The odd thing is this picture is very natural for me, well not holding my hands up above my head, but I write with my left and use scissors with my right. I eat with my left and use a knife with my right. I throw with my right, but for strength I use my left. So far bowling is the only thing I have found that I try to combine the two, but it is a mess, I throw right handed and step left. Thankfully I haven't hit myself yet....
32/365
Proof! Mr Zeug is a card-carrying Commie plotting to end the realm of King Boris. You saw it here first! Unless...
...this is Totally Fake! Hey, this is WAH too so, you know, try not to cry. ;-)
This memoir published in 1968 was the inspiration for the British TV series Upstairs, Downstairs and subsequently Downton Abbey. It is a standard chronological memoir of vignettes pertaining to being "in service", but it is by no means dry. I could tell by the first paragraph that the author would satisfy my curiosity for detail and perspective and she soon reveals that she is filled with opinions about what is fair or not fair. So it is safe to say that this is an insightful critique of that world where one class of people serves another. A world I have some familiarity with.
My leftist friends who have an aversion to this world of servants have looked upon Downton Abbey with disgust because if you can't abide a system that enables the rich it appears to be nothing but a soap opera that glorifies the lives of the entitled and further excuses them through the aristocratic hierarchy of an institutionalized feudal system. Indeed Maureen Dowd in a New York Times article quotes another writer's point that Downton Abbey is to Gone With the Wind what 12 Years A Slave is to reality. And she has her own grandma—an Irish immigrant to America—to speak to the workload of servants. Here I might point out that the American slave owners in 12 Years A Slave were depicted as backwoods hicks trying to ape European aristocracy. So based on these two references I would have to conclude that colonial America and turn of the century America was just as much about the putting on airs of the newly rich as is the case today. But then that would be to paint a broad brush over a complex subject.
In this memoir one finds both depictions of tremendous amounts of work as experienced by the lowest position of kitchen maid and astute observations of the institution of service. The author complains quite a bit about the snobbery of both upstairs and downstairs towards her, as she is on the lowest rung when she enters service at the age of 15. (Her parents simply can't afford to keep her with their 7 children. And her mother, who was also a house maid, assures her that things had improved since she worked as a maid.) The work load is indeed severe requiring getting up at 4 a.m., scrubbing the copper pots and the front steps which she found humiliating because young men passing by would comment on her behind. When she finally tells her employer she wants to quit, she is asked why. So she complains about the workload and to keep her from leaving they hire an odd job man to do the steps and the doorknob. A servant initiated improvement! And granted the snobbery and put downs make asking for anything a daunting prospect for a young person.
In Downton Abbey the kitchen maid is fully fleshed out as a character in this low status position. She is harangued by the cook and her workload is a heavy one. She does not, however, have the opinions that this author does. A writer so astute in her observations is obviously not your usual service person. It is clear from the start that she is different because she startles everyone both above stairs and below by her desire to read. It is so clear that she is cut out to be more than her position in service that I am quite willing to believe that writers are born for the purpose of illuminating others where a light needs to be shone.
She stays a bit longer due to the odds job man and the empowerment of having changed her own situation, but her ambition is to be a cook and later secure a husband. So she moves on and gathers both experience and considerable knowledge of her trade and the difficulties of executing dishes on old stoves that are a bear to work with. She also gives quick sketches of all the variation in employers from the stingy and snobbish to the standard expectations of the day which she observes is changing as more opportunities open up for women. And she describes the exemplary behavior of those who honor their servants and take care of them as family. And yes those people she notes are the true aristocracy. This is the model for Downton Abbey, but even at the Abbey they do not treat their servants nearly as affectionately as she describes or there would be no drama between the classes. And no issues below stairs by those voicing similar opinions to hers.
Unfortunately she cannot stay at this desirable work place because they only needed a temporary cook while theirs was out getting hospital care and recuperating—on their dime it was noted. In the end she does find a husband and she describes the housekeeping work she does as a wife raising children on so little money she must suffer asking for state assistance. Once her children are grown she starts going back to school and filling her brain with all the literature, history and philosophy she can squeeze in until presumably she comes to write her own book (which likely made her rich beyond her wildest dreams). She does not envy the rich for she has seen how the loss of their money leaves them in worse shape than the poor who have acquired some street smarts.
Having myself worked for the rich and having been raised with live-in servants I find just as much variety as she does in the way servants are treated. And it is a work environment of the times much like being a coder in a cubicle is a work environment of today. Of course the coder is paid more relatively speaking and I am not justifying the lowly wages of servants but the issue is more than money. It is the lowly status given the kitchen maid. Still I do not think that it is a fair comparison to cast such a job in the same light as slavery. It is a job that reflects the mores, class lines and misogyny of the times just as the treatment of women as sex objects is so carefully depicted in MadMen, that eye candy show of style and manipulative advertising. Part of the appeal of Downton Abbey is that things are changing—the old feudal system giving way to a new socialism. All the characters are at one time or another made aware that this life cannot last.
In the context of feudalism the grand mansions of the day were a community effort which included the village around it. Everyone in the house and village did their part to uphold this way of life though not all believed it was right. It was a handmade life that required human labor; there was no other way to manage it. It bears more similarity to a corporation than a cotton field. A corporation is after all a hierarchy that is not democratic. A hotel was a similar experience of service without the family drama. In the aristocratic home described in this book a job in such a home was something worth having and servants were treated well. For those with an aversion to such attendance by maids and footmen I ask why are you denigrating such work?
It is, of course, about class and an aversion to class differences is a given in America so it is masked here, gone underground. The rich may bend over backwards to speak to a serving person as though they are equals, but they go on being just as rich and intend to be richer. And in the States we believe in this. We enlist the support of the masses with visions of self made riches, but refuse to help meet basic needs of food and shelter. Unless of course you are a leftie—a socialist—as most in my circle are.
For myself and my fellow "in service" colleagues who arrange the socks and ties of the rich or dig the relatively poor out of their accumulated hoards this is a show that values the services of domestic stewardship that other shows are busy blowing up with endless displays of violence. I love watching such a well run house. It makes me feel good about what I do both as a service and at home.
The question I would ask is why is a show like Downton Abbey so popular now especially in America? (I would not speak for the British who may have an entirely different take on this history. Nor will I speak for those fans who are snobs themselves as Maureen Dowd claims for I don't know of such people.) One answer appeals to me. The show is about an opulence the characters are aware cannot be sustained just as our own opulent petroleum fed culture is unsustainable. Every modern person who can buy clothing made cheaply by underpaid invisible workers overseas and get in a car or board a plane is living a life that is only possible due to huge draws on declining supplies of fossil fuels. Some know this.
A more likely reason for the shows popularity is that this is a time in America that the difference between rich and poor has become so noticeably extreme that the middle class is beginning to feel the pinch. So alongside the Sopranos and Breaking Bad—shows that depict how to hold on to what you think is rightly yours, we can watch the gentler decline of the titled in Downton Abbey. They are at least trying to put forth their best effort to live according to what they believe is right in the face of change rather than justifying what they must get away with and know to be wrong.
And for pure entertainment there is the English scenery and a bonafide real life castle, the clothing (often vintage), the manners, the English language with all its appropriate accents and the protocol of the old ways all studiously consulted for accuracy with a script that takes on the cliches with alacrity supported by fine acting. Plus there's the historical background used as plot points. While the changes afoot are opening doors for the women, who despite their privilege, seek a life with more meaning than just marriage and providing an heir to continue this feudal charade. This interests me from a feminist perspective. The fun in following this family and their servants is that they reflect these changes and because we have fallen in love with them we care what happens to them. So in that sense it is a soap opera in every sense of the genre with every season a good potboiler—full of the hopes of love, the tragedy of loss. It's just good fun people, but if your tolerance for the rich and privileged is thin you will likely avoid it for it may make your skin crawl.
Testing Tilt Shift PP on an old photo. I'm pretty certain the player was Todd Woodbridge. Is Todd a leftie?
There's some lovely out of town ladies visiting and lots going on with me so I won't be around here. But I'll always be shooting :-)
This shot, with a couple of areas of reflection, is VERY much a portrait of my neighborhood of Washington Heights in Northern Manhattan. The woman is probably a dominicana, with roots in the Caribbean nation of the Dominican Republic, which shares the island of Hispaniola with Haiti. (I will not discuss in detail here the recent law passed in the DR, removing Dominican nationality from any Dominican citizen of foreign--notably Haitian--descent. A mere mention of it speaks volumes!)
The store is located in what I call my "Nexus" of St. Nicholas Ave. I've been a customer here countless times, purchasing gifts for family members, as well as items for myself. They formerly had a two-storefront business, but had to reconfigure their business as a single-storefront, which they've done brilliantly. Just look at their use of space, even hanging items from the ceiling!
The woman’s doubtful expression may be due to the fact that, although she’s in the cashier’s line, she’s just spotted an item she prefers to the one she’d chosen. Then again, with phones getting smaller every day, her raised hand may indicate that she’s engaged in a conversation—one that may have provoked the emotion seen on her face…
In addition to the view inside the store, there are reflections on its windows of neighborhood signs, even nearby trees—a reminder that Nature is present, even in the biggest cities.
Washington Heights, St. Nicholas Ave.
Uptown Manhattan, New York City
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As I was writing the above text, I heard the sad news on the BBC that my lifelong hero, the US folksinger and composer Pete Seeger has died at age 94 (at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital, right in my neighborhood!), six months after the death of his beloved wife, Toshi. I was literally raised on his music, as he and his friends who formed the group The Weavers had their one hit, “Goodnight Irene,” several years before I was born.
That song actually provided a cherished family anecdote: My younger sister Eileen heard people singing the song to a woman the group as we sat on the train in Chicago. Still new to language and mistaking the name Irene for her own, she said, “Her not Eileen, I Eileen.” How adorable!
I always considered Pete to be a member of my family. Everything he did and sang about were things important to me, too. I was too young to participate in the Freedom Rides in the early sixties, but Pete was there to ‘represent’ me. Many years later, when he’d founded the Clearwater Festival, an annual music and environmental celebration, I was able to see him and Toshi at work--singing, but also picking up the trash. No task was below them…
I took photos of Pete, among other people, in 1985 at the 25th anniversary of New York City's “leftie” radio station WBAI-FM, but donated the negatives. I saved a print of Pete, wearing a flowery shirt and a corduroy jacket, speaking to Julius Lester. I wish I could lay my hands on that print!
Long live Pete: the man, the musician, the husband and family man, the activist, the human being—and the force of Nature!