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Taken at the World Bird Sanctuary. Nikon D300 with Nikkor 70-200mm VR f/2.8 lens, Singh-Ray warming polarizer, Manfrotto monopod.
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museumPASSmusees 2023 - Mima - Local Heroes
Local Heroes combines, in the manner of the ancient Greek gymnasium, exercises of the body and the mind. For 4 months, MIMA is a temple of boxing and arts interacting with the visitor.
Local Heroes is a reinterpretation of the ancient Greek gymnasium: a place dedicated to the education of youth in the values of the city through sport and the arts. In this logic, the spaces in the exhibition are reserved either for the practice of boxing or for the celebration of local athletes. The whole is enhanced by artistic interventions born from the meeting between creators and boxers. Posters, photographs, videos and wall paintings are the favourite mediums in the aesthetics of boxing.
The choice of boxing is based on a historical, social and cultural reason. Firstly, the ancestor of boxing, pugilism, was widely practiced in gymnasiums throughout antiquity. Secondly, the boxing community sociologically reflects the youth of the Brussels city centre. Finally, compared to other sports, it is a major source of inspiration for the arts.
Check the daily sports program at the museum throughout the exhibition.
And exceptional events and nocturnes.
Sports club partners:
Brussels Boxing Academy, Idrissi Boxing Pro and the Vlaams Boksliga
Artists : ?
Rocio Alvarez, Dave Decat, Yannick Jacquet & Antoine Bertin, Edouard Valette, Christopher de Bethune, Kenza Vandeput
Curators :
Raphael Cruyt, Alice van den Abeele
Creative partners : ?
MAD, Cours Florent Brussel and D'BROEJ
( 1 pass, plus de 220 musees
Le pass musees est l'abonnement le plus genereux aux musees belges. Il vous donne acces a l'ensemble des musees participants de notre pays, pendant toute une annee. Quand vous voulez et aussi souvent que vous le souhaitez. Au programme :
Decouverte des collections permanentes.
Avec votre pass musees, vous pouvez visiter librement les collections permanentes de plus de 220 musees.
Acces aux expositions temporaires.
Vous pouvez egalement visiter les expositions temporaires gratuitement ou avec une jolie reduction.
Vous beneficiez de billets de train a moitie prix, de reductions dans les boutiques des musees et de nombreux autres cadeaux reserves exclusivement aux abonnes du pass musees.
Les meilleurs conseils en matiere de musees.
Tous les quinze jours, vous recevez dans votre boite mail des informations sur les expositions a ne pas manquer et les plus belles decouvertes a faire dans les musees.
12 we exhorted each one of you and encouraged you and charged you to walk in a manner worthy of God, who calls you into his own kingdom and glory.
The Holy Bible: English Standard Version (Wheaton: Standard Bible Society, 2001), 1 Th 2:12.
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Our two cats like to cuddle up with my sandals, when they're off my feet. It's a cat thing, apparently.
I observed our curious one of the two feline companions in our home, Smokey, as she circled round the footware, pawing away at them and settling into a comfortable spot, sprawled across them on the floor. It was a perfect setting for a portrait.
I grabbed my camera, lay down on the floor, and contented myself with a long wait until the right combination of elements would eventually arrive in front of my lens. In the meanwhile, I had to put up with our two furry friends, licking my hair, my arm, rubbing up against me, and all manner of greetings and signs of affection while they got used to my new and unfamiliar position on the floor.
Eventually, they settled down and went back to my sandals, finding them more fun than me.
First Sissy, then Smokey, both took turns with my footwear. This image was towards the end of my patience. I'm glad I took the time.
The contrast and light is perfect for a portrait. It was worth both the kitty attention, and the wait.
Satin Bowerbirds (Ptilonorhynchus violaceus) are renowned for decorating their bowers with all manner of blue objects collected from the vicinity of the bower and sometimes from farther afield. These odds and ends may comprise feathers from parrots, flowers, seed-pods and fruits (berries), butterfly wings, snail shells and artificial items such as ballpoint pens, matchboxes, drinking straws, marbles and pieces of glass. As the males mature they use more blue objects than other colours. Occasionally objects of different colours, especially greenish-yellow, are also used where blue items are difficult to procure. These are carefully arranged around the bower to assist the male to attract a mate.
DESCRIPTION
Satin Bowerbirds are medium-sized birds. The adult male has striking glossy blue-black (with almost metallic sheen) plumage, a pale bluish white bill and a violet-blue iris. Younger males and females are similar in colour to each other, and are collectively referred to as 'green' birds. They are olive-green above, off-white with dark scalloping below and have brown wings and tail. The bill is browner in colour. Young males may begin to acquire their adult plumage in their 5th year and are not fully 'attired' until they are 7.
DISTRIBUTION AND HABITAT
Satin Bowerbirds are found along most of the eastern and south-eastern coast of Australia. There is also an isolated population in the Wet Tropics of north Queensland. They prefer the wetter forests and woodlands, and nearby open areas, although those around the Atherton Tableland are largely rainforest inhabitants.
COURTSHIP AND BREEDING
Like all bowerbirds, the satin bowerbird shows highly complex courtship behaviour. Males build specialized stick structures, called bowers, which they decorate with blue, yellow, and shiny objects if these are available. A mixture of chewed vegetable matter and saliva is used to paint the walls of the bower. The bower owner meticulously maintains it throughout the year.
The females visit the bowers and choose which male they will allow to mate with them. In addition to building their bowers, males carry out intense behavioural displays called dances to woo their mates, but these can be treated as threat displays by the females. It’s a ritualised display of exaggerated movements, such as strutting and bowing, with wings outstretched and quivering, and accompanied by a variety of mechanical-sounding calls, such as buzzing and rattling interspersed with mimicry. One of the bower decorations is usually carried in the male's bill. If impressed, the female moves into the bower avenue for mating and then leaves to perform the nesting and incubation duties on her own, while the male readies himself for courting more prospective females.
The young are able to fly 3 weeks after hatching, but remain dependent on the female for another 2 months, finally dispersing at the beginning of the southern winter (May or June). Female satin bowerbirds mature at 2 to 3 years, but males do not reach maturity until 7 or 8 years when they have moulted completely into their characteristic blue-black adult plumage.
Source: Wikipedia, birdlife.org.au
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My entry for SummerJoust 2023 "The Heroic Duel".
It's based on the Dutch Legend about Jan van Schaffelaar. (Mid 15th century). He was a mercenary who took a tower in Barneveld with his men. However, the enemies came, threatening to destroy the tower. The only way to prevent this was for Jan van Schaffelaar to jump down. Then his men would be allowed to go free.
The moment in my MOC is the moment of the duel in his head. Fight on, or jump down? Die with his men, or die for his men,
To jump or not to jump?
(For the connoisseurs of Dutch history: I briefly detached the tower from the church and the manner of destruction is also my own interpretation)
Verbauer, 1983-01, 85x70 cm (33x27 inch)
Öl auf Hartplatte - Oil on hardboard
In a village near Freiburg, a farmer has completely transformed his court. Advantageously, The name of the village is Neuershausen (=New houses).
54 hours were used for painting.
In einem Dorf bei Freiburg hat ein Bauer seinen Hof völlig verbaut.
Sinnigerweise heißt der Ort auch noch Neuershausen.
54 Stunden waren für das Gemälde nötig.
I like to remember my past time painting.
Then I painted in naturalistic and realistic manner,
very narrative in detail, thoughtful topic, subtly, but also with some humor.
Existing, found places have been changed in the studio and painted to fit the desired statement.
Gern erinnere ich mich an meine Malerei vergangener Zeit.
Ich malte damals in naturalistisch-realistischer Weise,
sehr erzählerisch im Detail, im Thema nachdenklich, hintergründig, aber auch mit etwas Humor.
Existierende, gefundene Stellen wurden im Atelier verändert und passend zur gewünschten Aussage gemalt.
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Interestingness 242: 2-3-2009
Let's talk about Mr. Brown Pelican's whinges. Let's talk about them in a very specific and personal way. First off, Mr. Pelican claims to be supportive of my plan to fight him hammer and tong. Don't trust him, though; he's a wolf in sheep's clothing. Before you know it, he'll restructure the social, political, and economic relationships that exist throughout our entire society. If that's the case, I recommend that we improve the physical and spiritual quality of life for the population at present and for those yet to come.
Mr. Pelican believes, in his elitist delirium, that he acts in the public interest. I won't dwell on that except to direct your attention to the impulsive manner in which Mr. Pelican has been trying to engage in the trafficking of human beings. You may make the comment, "What does this have to do with pernicious personæ non gratæ?" Well, once you begin to see the light you'll realize that I find it necessary, if I am to meet my reader on something like a common ground of understanding, to point out that he keeps trying to deceive us into thinking that the purpose of life is self-gratification. The purpose of this deception may be to help faddism-prone fugitives evade capture by the authorities. Or maybe the purpose is to replace the search for truth with a situationist relativism based on catty oligarchism. Oh what a tangled web Mr. Pelican weaves when first he practices to deceive.
This is another of my outfits made just after I went to NEOJapan. Once again it includes Japanese scenery and Japanese inspired items. And once again this avatar is totally fantasy, not meant to depict Japanese culture in a direspectful manner.
And here is my style card...
Body/Head/Shape :
Body : Legacy (f 1.3)
Head : Lelutka Evo Head Fleur 2.5
Custom homemade shape
Skin/Ears/Eyes/etc. :
Skin : Heaux Stasia petal
Eyes : A R T E Blossom Eyes
Eyebrows : Mister Razzor Donna
Eyelashes : POUT Oh my lash
Ears : PUMEC Mesh Ears Illusion
Nails : Suicidal Unborn Minerva Nails
Outfit & accessories :
Eyeshadow 1 : Izzie's Gloom Eyeshadows black
Eyeshadow 2 : TOP1SALON Oily Eyeshadow
Eyeliner : TOP1SALON Stalker Liner
Lipstick : Cubic Cherry Tenuous Lipstick
Tattoos : Lilithe' Khloris and Mya Nan Nwe 4 tattoos
Mask : Nya.Gore larde mask
Face tat : Solros Indis Full w/o Eyeliner
Dress and sleeves : ED. Itsuko Bamboo (New, NEO JAPAN)
Collar : FAKEICON Mary Gems Collar Black
Piercings : Mellow Diamond nose stud and erin lip rings
rings : Vibing Leah Rings Onyx
Toe rings : Vibing Luna toe rings
Hair : Monso Kaine Hair
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Painting (260 x 605 cm) by Jean Delville at the Musée d'Orsay in Paris, France.
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the Apricot Kernels Nonsense
In November, 1921, a great English physician, Sir Robert McCarrison (after whom the McCarrison Society for Nutrition and Health is named), visited the USA at the invitation of the University of Pittsburgh, to deliver the annual sixth Mellon Lecture before the Society for Biological Research.
The subject of his paper was “Faulty Food in Relation to Gastro-Intestinal Disorders,” and its salient points centered on the marvelous health and robustness of the Hunzas, who dwell on the northwestern border of what was then British India (now Pakistan).
The sturdy, mountaineer Hunzas are a light-complexioned race of people, much fairer of skin than the natives of the northern plains of India. They claim descent from three soldiers of Alexander the Great who lost their way in one of the precipitous gorges of the Himalayas. They always refer to themselves as Hunzukuts and to their land as Hunza, but ignorant modern writers insist on calling the people Hunzas.
Most of the people of Hunza are Ismaili Muslims, followers of His Highness the Aga Khan. The local language is Brushuski. Urdu and English are also understood by most of people.
The Hunza valley is one of huge glaciers and towering mountains, below which are ice-fields, boulder-strewn torrents and frozen streams.
The lower levels are transformed into verdant gardens in summertime. Narrow roads cling to the crumbling sides of forbidding precipices, which present sheer drops of thousands of feet, with many spots subject to dangerously recurrent bombardments of rock fragments from overhanging masses.
The Hunzas live on a seven-mile line at an elevation of five or six hundred feet from the bottom of a deep cleft between two towering mountain ranges. Some of the glaciers in this section of the world are among the largest known outside the Arctic region. The average height of the mountains is 20,000 feet, with some peaks, such as Rakaposhi, which dominates the whole region, soaring as high as 25,000—a spectacle of breath-taking beauty, too steep to hold snow and usually scarfed by clouds.
Because of the scarcity of food, supplies and transport, the region is closed to the general public and special permission is required to enter it. Travellers to the region have thus been few but those who have seen the wonder of Hunza have returned with glowing tales of the charm and buoyant health of this people.
Snow is a constant factor; long winters keep the entire population more or less housebound for several months at a time. Yet in summer the mercury may climb to 95 degrees in the shade.
For months in the winter the landscape is all one drab, monotonous, monochromatic stretch of grey houses, apricot trees, fields and walls, all are of a uniformly dingy and depressing gray, with lifeless, low-hanging clouds.
Then in life miraculously returns and color is reborn in the rich greens and yellows of the crops and trees. Leading the explosion of awakening, the apricot blossoms in spring stud the landscape with a riot of pastel-tinted pink and white, in vast profusion.
However, it’s not all about the landscape and crops; Sir Robert McCarrison and other travelers who have visited the Hunza-land, have all been particularly impressed by its atmosphere of peace and by the splendid health and amiability of its people.
Cancer researchSo vibrant was the health of those Hunzas with whom McCarrison came into contact that he reported never having seen a case of asthenic dyspepsia, or gastric or duodenal ulcer, of appendicitis, mucous colitis or cancer. Cases of over-sensitivity of the abdomen to nerve impressions, fatigue, anxiety or cold were completely unknown.
The prime physiological purpose of the abdomen, as related to the sensation of hunger, constituted their only consciousness of this part of their anatomy.
McCarrison concluded this part of his lecture by stating, “Indeed, their buoyant abdominal health has, since my return to the West, provided a remarkable contrast with the dyspeptic and colonic lamentations of our highly civilized communities.”
In fact the Hunzas are not perfect: there is one tiny aspect of ill-health. They seem to suffer from eye disorders that are due to the lack of stoves and chimneys. A fire is made in the middle of the floor and the smoke escapes from a small hole in the roof. The gathering smudge in the air is a constant irritant to their eyes.
McCarrison was otherwise amazed at the health and immunity record of the Hunzas, who, though surrounded on all sides by peoples afflicted with all kinds of degenerative and pestilential diseases, still did not contract any of them.
Travelers who have lived and worked with the Hunzas are unanimous in praising their general charm, intelligence, and physical stamina.But the Hunzas were not entirely a benign or benevolent people, by our standards. There is a paradox here.
In his Mellon Lecture McCarrison told us, “They (the Hunzas) are unusually fertile and long-lived, and endowed with nervous systems of notable stability.
Their longevity and fertility were, in the case of one of them, matters of such concern to the ruling chief that he took me to task for what he considered to be my ridiculous eagerness to prolong the lives of the ancients of his people, among whom were many of my patients.
The operation for senile cataract appeared to him a waste of my economic opportunities, and he tentatively suggested instead the introduction of some form of lethal chamber, designed to remove from his realms those who by reason of their age and infirmity were no longer of use to the community.”
But there is no questioning the physical fitness and stamina of this race of men. One writer, R. C. F. Schomberg, commented, “It is quite the usual thing for a Hunza man to walk sixty miles at one stretch, up and down the face of precipices to do his business and return direct.” This author passed through the Hunza country many times. He describes how his Hunza servant went after a stolen horse “and kept up the pursuit in drenching rain over mountains for nearly two days with bare feet.”
Schomberg also tells of seeing a Hunza in mid-winter make two holes in an ice pond, repeatedly dive into one and come out at the other, with as much unconcern as a polar bear.
Sir Aurel Stein records a trip of 200 miles made on foot by a Hunza messenger, a journey that imposed the obstacle of crossing a mountain as high as Mont Blanc. The trip was accomplished in seven days and the messenger returned fresh looking and untired, as if it had been a common, everyday occurrence. The word “tired” does not seem to exist in their lexicon.
In the Journal of the Royal Society of Arts for January 2, 1925, Sir Robert McCarrison wrote: “The powers of endurance of these people are extraordinary; to see a man of this race throw off his scanty garments, revealing a figure which would delight the eye of a Rodin, and plunge into a glacier-fed river in the middle of the winter, as easily as most of us would take a tepid bath, is to realize that perfection of physique and great physical endurance are attainable on the simplest of foods, provided these be of the right kind.”
Now we are getting down to the real message.
McCarrison postulated four main reasons in explanation of their fabulous health. I think it both interesting and advisable to give them all in his own words. He said:
1) “Infants are reared as Nature intended them to be reared–at the breast. If this source of nourishment fails, they die; and at least they are spared the future gastrointestinal miseries, which so often have their origin in the first bottle.”
McCarrison is absolutely in tune with (or rather modern holistic and food experts like me are in tune with HIM!), in saying that if anything other than Mother’s colostrum is put in the infant’s mouth at birth, disastrous food intolerances follow, as night follows day.
2) “The people live on the unsophisticated foods of Nature: milk, eggs, grains, fruits and vegetables. I don’t suppose that one in every thousand of them has ever seen a tinned salmon, a chocolate or a patent infant food, nor that as much sugar is imported into their country in a year as is used in a moderately sized hotel of this city in a single day.”
I’m surprised at the dairy but raw milk fans will make a lot of this. But the number one here is, without question, NO SUGAR and not the apricots!
No manufactured food is also crucial. Never never eat anything that doesn’t look the way Nature created it (and never never eat anything that Monsanto and similar biotech companies have had their dirty hands on).
3) “Their religion (Islam) prohibits alcohol, and although they do not always lead in this respect a strictly religious life, nevertheless they are eminently a tee totalling race.”
(Colonel Lorimer says that the Hunzas occasionally drink a little wine at festivals. Alcohol is not forbidden to Ismalai Mohammedans, but in Hunza the distilling of alcohol has been prohibited in recent years, since McCarrison’s time). So a little quiet wine drinking seems to be no big hazard, if everything else is in place.
4) “Their manner of life requires the vigorous exercise of their bodies.”
No surprise here; we know that staying active is an essential part of health and definitely does protect from cancer.ers take note.
My mother wrote the following about this photo she took in Colombia in 1953:
"9. The market square of Zipaquirá, Colombia. The city is the site of one of the oldest salt mines in the western hemisphere. It is located half an hour north of Bogotá, the Colombian capital, in a rich valley 8,500 feet above sea level. In spite of the fact it is only a few degrees north of the equator, the altitude and clouds rising from the steamy jungle keep the valley at a cool and sometimes steamy temperature. The Indians of this area traded their salt for gold long before the Spaniards came to the country 400 years ago. There is usually smog over the city caused by the smoke from the coal-fired vats where the salt is refined in the same manner used by the Indians 400 years ago. July 1953."
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Reconstruyendo la memoria Histórica de Zipaquirá
martes, 6 de septiembre de 2016
Los capítulos de una antigua plaza.
Escrita por: Daniel Alejandro Rodríguez Algarra
Recorrer hoy el parque de la independencia es estar en un lugar lleno de historia zipaquireña, tal vez porque fue una de las primeras plazas en darse a conocer en la Villa de la Sal, esta plaza es un lugar que es recordado por muchos y que al hablar de ella es posible que se remuevan los sentimientos dentro de las personas que la visitaban con frecuencia, a continuación su historia, capítulos y momentos memorables.
Su historia data desde aproximadamente 200 años, algo que probablemente muchos no lo sabían, época en la que se le llamaba Plaza del chorro, ya que allí existía una pila en piedra tallada que era alimentada por el agua canalizada de la quebrada La Artesa, descendiendo de las montañas que abrazaban a la Villa de la Sal, allí tenían que llegar los habitantes a tomar el agua de la primera fuente que surtía el líquido a la población. Pasó el tiempo y a este lugar luego se le denominó, Plaza del Coso, pues en una de las casas de este sitio se guardaban los animales que eran recogidos de las calles; el lugar era llamado coso haciendo referencia en esta época a hogar de paso para estos animales, los que en su mayoría eran considerados como bestias, las mismas que movían el arado artesanal que removía las tierras campesinas para extraer lo que las personas cultivaban. Así se mantiene esta plaza hasta el mes de julio del año 1910, cuando el Consejo de la Villa de la Sal ordena que esta plaza sea denominada Plaza de Zapata, todo en honor a Don Agustín Zapata, zipaquireño, exalcalde de la Villa, Jefe de Milicias y Mártir del 3 de Agosto de 1816. Lea:
Para los años 1960 sucede algo importante para este majestuoso lugar, el cual había sido hasta ese momento transformado de muchas maneras y asimismo había dado paso a hechos que influenciarían de alguna manera el desarrollo de la población, y esta no sería la excepción, se construye el edificio predestinado para el supermercado número uno en atender las necesidades comerciales de los habitantes de Villa de la Sal en tanto a consumo de alimentos como frutas, legumbres y demás alimentos provenientes de la tierra campesina.
Carlos Riaño, amante a la historia zipaquireña nos concedió una entrevista extensa en donde afirma que la construcción de esta edificación fue uno de los más exitosos acontecimientos para el lugar ya que por esta misma la Plaza de Zapata se dio a conocer en la región, hecho por el que llegaban personas que vivían fuera de Zipaquirá a comprar sus alimentos y de igual manera a comercializarlos, de la misma forma que lo hacían las personas que allí vivían.
Don Carlos nos cuenta que esta época fue muy trascendental para Zipaquirá y él aun con un brillo de nostalgia en sus ojos recuerda no todos los momentos, pero sí los más importantes que vivió allí, fue un lugar que lo marcó a él y a muchos más zipaquireños, recuerdos de nunca olvidar.
El tiempo fue a favor de la historia de esta plaza, se mantuvo así durante varias décadas y fue para el año 2009 que se dio paso a un cambio netamente radical para este lugar, sucede algo que deja consternado a todo aquel que frecuentaba esta plaza, ya fuera residente de Zipaquirá o de otro municipio y se trata de la demolición del edificio en donde las personas compraban sus alimentos, en este entonces el mercado se llevaba a cabo los días martes y desde ese momento cambió para realizarse los días viernes, aún se recuerda que los zipaquireños no se adecuaban del todo a este cambio tan drástico, pero no todo fue tristeza, el mercado se trasladó para la carrera 7ª con calles 11 y 12, en donde antiguamente funcionaban las instalaciones del ministerio de obras públicas, establecimiento cedido por el gobierno municipal para el nuevo mercado.
Para el sitio de la Plaza de Zapata se elaboran nuevos diseños arquitectónicos con el objetivo de recuperar históricamente el lugar, se construye un parque que sería alusivo a la independencia de la Gran Colombia, razón por la que este lugar sería llamado Parque de la Independencia, aunque hoy exista el debate basado en que no es parque sino plaza.
Este es inaugurado el día 1 de Agosto de 2010, día en que se cumplió el bicentenario de la independencia de Colombia, aún se recuerda el orgullo que invadía a Zipaquirá gracias a este acontecimiento, las personas expresaban su máximo respeto a la historia zipaquireña y la admiración por el nuevo monumento alusivo a la independencia.
Hoy al caminar por la Plaza de la independencia se puede ver el diseño colonial con el que son construidas sus edificaciones y se puede apreciar una serie de elementos y amueblamiento que se relacionan con las efemérides patrias del bicentenario de las independencias, como la estatua de Antonio Nariño, elaborada por Héctor Hernández, gran escultor colombiano, los pedestales con las banderas de los cinco países de la Gran Colombia, Venezuela, Perú, Ecuador, Bolivia y Colombia, además de la bandera de Zipaquirá, las cuales se ondean a diario con el viento salinero.
Alrededor del parque en sus casas coloniales están instalados bares, cafés, restaurantes y demás establecimientos comerciales, con los que algunas personas no están de acuerdo, puesto que consideran que el parque no es apto para mantener este tipo de lugares, pero que paradójicamente dan vida y ambiente al sitio.
Es reconfortante ver el estado en el que se encuentra este parque hoy en día, el respeto y la admiración que demuestran los zipaquireños con el lugar, el cual brilla con luz propia después de tanta historia que es recordada con nostalgia, historia que con el tiempo haría de este lugar uno de los sitios históricos más importantes de Zipaquirá, un lugar que conserva la verdadera esencia salinera y que de seguro su historia se mantendrá viva por siempre, esa es y será la Plaza, o Parque de la independencia.
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Translation by Goofle Translate:
The chapters of an old square.
Written by: Daniel Alejandro Rodríguez Algarra
To visit the Independence Park today is to be in a place full of Zipaquireño history, perhaps because it was one of the first squares to become known in Villa de la Sal [City of Salt], this square is a place that is remembered by many and that at Talking about her, it is possible that the feelings inside the people who visited her frequently are stirred, then her story, chapters and memorable moments.
Its history dates back approximately 200 years, something that many probably did not know, a time when it was called Plaza del Chorro, since there was a carved stone basin that was fed by channeled water from the La Artesa ravine, descending from the mountains that embraced Villa de la Sal, the inhabitants had to arrive there to drink water from the first source that supplied the liquid to the population.
Time passed and this place was later called Plaza del Coso, [Corral] because in one of the houses on this site the animals that were collected from the streets were kept; The place was called [a corral] referring at that time to the home for these animals, which were mostly considered beasts, the same ones that moved the artisanal plow that removed the peasant lands to extract what the people cultivated.
This is how this square was maintained until July 1910, when the Council of Villa de la Sal ordered that this square be called Plaza de Zapata, all in honor of Don Agustín Zapata, . . . Zipaquireño, former mayor of the Villa, Chief of Militias and Martyr of August 3, 1816. [Not the Mexican.]
In the 1960s, something important happened for this majestic place, which until then had been transformed in many ways and had also given way to events that would somehow influence the development of the population, and this would not be the exception. [There was built], the [principal] supermarket to meet the commercial needs of the inhabitants of Villa de la Sal in terms of food consumption such as fruits, vegetables and other foods from peasant land.
Carlos Riaño, a lover of Zipaquireño history, gave us an extensive interview in which he affirmed that the construction of this building was one of the most successful events for the place, since it was for this very reason that Plaza de Zapata became known in the region, a fact through which people who lived outside of Zipaquirá came to buy their food and in the same way to sell it, in the same way that the people who lived there did.
Don Carlos tells us that this time was very transcendental for Zipaquirá and he, even with a glint of nostalgia in his eyes, remembers not all the moments, but the most important ones that he lived there, it was a place that marked him and many more Zipaquirá residents. , memories to never forget.
Time was in favor of the history of this square, it remained that way for several decades and it was in 2009 that a radical change took place for this place. Something happened that left everyone who frequented this square dismayed, whether he was a resident of Zipaquirá or of another municipality and it involves the demolition of the building where people bought their food, at that time the market was held on Tuesdays and from that moment it changed to be held on Fridays, it is still Remember that the people of Zipaquirer did not fully adapt to this drastic change, but it was not all sadness, the market moved to Carrera 7ª with Calles 11 and 12, where formerly the facilities of the Ministry of Public Works operated, an establishment ceded by the municipal government for the new market.
For the site of the Plaza de Zapata, new architectural designs are developed with the aim of historically recovering the place, a park is built that would allude to the independence of Gran Colombia, which is why this place would be called Parque de la Independencia, although today there is a debate based on the fact that it is not a park but a square.
This is inaugurated on August 1, 2010, the day on which the bicentennial of the independence of Colombia was fulfilled, the pride that invaded Zipaquirá thanks to this event is still remembered, people expressed their utmost respect for the history of Zipaquirá and the admiration for the new monument alluding to independence.
Today when walking through the Plaza de la Independencia you can see the colonial design with which its buildings are built and you can appreciate a series of elements and furnishings that are related to the national ephemeris of the bicentennial of independence, such as the statue of Antonio Nariño, made by Héctor Hernández, a great Colombian sculptor, the pedestals with the flags of the five countries of Greater Colombia, Venezuela, Peru, Ecuador, Bolivia and Colombia, in addition to the Zipaquirá flag, which are waved daily with the . . . wind [of the City of Salt].
Around the park, in its colonial houses, there are bars, cafes, restaurants and other commercial establishments, with which some people do not agree, since they consider that the park is not suitable for maintaining these types of places, but that paradoxically give life and environment to the site.
It is comforting to see the state in which this park is today, the respect and admiration shown by Zipaquireños for the place, which shines with its own light after so much history that is remembered with nostalgia, a history that over time It would make this place one of the most important historical sites in Zipaquirá, a place that preserves the true salt essence and that its history will surely remain alive forever, that is and will be the Plaza, or Independence Park.
An inuksuk is a human-made stone landmark or cairn used by the Inuit, Inupiat, Kalaallit, Yupik, and other peoples of the Arctic region of North America. These structures are found from Alaska to Greenland. This region, above the Arctic Circle, is dominated by the tundra biome and has areas with few natural landmarks.
The inuksuk may have been used for navigation, as a point of reference, a marker for travel routes, fishing places, camps, hunting grounds, places of veneration, drift fences used in hunting or to mark a food cache.
The Inupiat in northern Alaska used inuksuit to assist in the herding of caribou into contained areas for slaughter.
Varying in shape and size, the inuksuit have ancient roots in Inuit culture.
Historically, the most common type of inuksuk is a single stone positioned in an upright manner. There is some debate as to whether the appearance of human- or cross-shaped cairns developed in the Inuit culture before the arrival of European missionaries and explorers. The size of some inuksuit suggest that the construction was often a communal effort.
Can't help but love it!
Today I have gone to the Grenadines in the Caribbean in my pursuit of pleasure! ;-)
(only in a manner of speaking....I'm still here in Norway of course!)
Männer Zweier ohne Stm. A
Goild: Der Hamburger und Germania RC - Kay Rückbrodt, Marc Kammann
Silber: RC Allemannia Hamburg - Benjamin Zeisberg, Jascha Ningelgen
Bronze: RC Favorite Hammonia - Jasper Korth, Lennart Schießwohl
Walt Disney Concert Hall
The Walt Disney Concert Hall at 111 South Grand Avenue in downtown Los Angeles, California, is the fourth hall of the Los Angeles Music Center and was designed by Frank Gehry. It opened on October 24, 2003. Bounded by Hope Street, Grand Avenue, and 1st and 2nd Streets, it seats 2,265 people and serves, among other purposes, as the home of the Los Angeles Philharmonic orchestra and the Los Angeles Master Chorale. The hall is a compromise between an arena seating configuration, like the Berliner Philharmonie by Hans Sharon,] and a classical shoebox design like the Vienna Musikverein or the Boston Symphony Hall.
Lillian Disney made an initial gift of $50 million in 1987 to build a performance venue as a gift to the people of Los Angeles and a tribute to Walt Disney's devotion to the arts and to the city. The Frank Gehry–designed building opened on October 24, 2003. Both Gehry's architecture and the acoustics of the concert hall, designed by Minoru Nagata, the final completion supervised by Nagata's assistant and protege Yasuhisa Toyota, have been praised, in contrast to its predecessor, the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion.
After the construction, modifications were made to the Founders Room exterior; while most of the building's exterior was designed with stainless steel given a matte finish, the Founders Room and Children's Amphitheater were designed with highly polished mirror-like panels. The reflective qualities of the surface were amplified by the concave sections of the Founders Room walls. Some residents of the neighboring condominiums suffered glare caused by sunlight that was reflected off these surfaces and concentrated in a manner similar to a parabolic mirror. The resulting heat made some rooms of nearby condominiums unbearably warm, caused the air-conditioning costs of these residents to skyrocket and created hot spots on adjacent sidewalks of as much as 140 °F (60 °C).[14] There was also the increased risk of traffic accidents due to blinding sunlight reflected from the polished surfaces. After complaints from neighboring buildings and residents, the owners asked Gehry Partners to come up with a solution. Their response was a computer analysis of the building's surfaces identifying the offending panels. In 2005 these were dulled by lightly sanding the panels to eliminate unwanted glare
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Foreword.
Gotham City is home to all manner of criminals. From users to street peddlers to the kingpins at the top. From the barrel scrapers like Condiment King all the way to the Joker. If you can think of a crime, any crime, chances are it's happening in Gotham as we speak. Or rather, it would normally. Welcome to a new age, the age of Arkham City. Now all those crimes are still happening of course, there's just now a wall separating them from honest folk like you or me. But what makes someone honest? Can you truly say you've never commited a felony? Even as small as opening a letter that isn't you, or taking a pack of gum without paying? There used to be a saying. Honour among thieves. That saying no longer applies to the breed of criminals housed in Arkham. For the most part. Except then there's the Misfits.
Their members will argue the specifics all day long, the extent of their code, whether they even have a code, how were they founded, when they were founded, why they were founded. Maybe it's all true, in some roundabout way. But I will say this, this isn't justice. We were all there when Julian Day unleashed hell on Gotham. We were there when Charles Brown, Leonard Fiasko, Joseph Rigger and so many others paid for his sins. Yet despite that, they still reside in Arkham's walls. You may not know them by name, only by their chosen moniker, but there's no denying now the impact of this tightly knit group of felons. And this, is their story.
-Vicki Vale.
The following extracts were given on January 20th, 2019. These have been published with the full consent of the participants.
Chapter One- Garfield Lynns "Firefly"
"Right. Before we get started, I gotta make one thing clear- Drury likes to say the Misfits were founded alongside a godamn backing orchestra,
singing our hearts out like some kind of nonsense out of Hamilton. It's what he told the wife, it's what he told Rigger- who actually *believed* him! It's all shit. The Misfits were founded on a rainy night in a back alley in Little Italy. And it was just me, him and the pencil. Don't know why he'd claimed Mr Incognito was part of the crew, but he did. Now we weren't hitmen- Drury didn't have the stomach, but we did work for the Roman- odd jobs mostly. Whenever there was a shootout, Drury was sent to bail them out, using those dumb lanterns of his. Me, I carried out arsons, which suited me just fine, believe me, and Fiasko cleaned up our messes. Pretty good system. That is until the Long Halloween fucked things up, and suddenly old Carmine wasn't too fond of us "Freaks." Back then, Drury called us the Three Musketeers (maybe that's why he brought in Cavalier a month later), or rather he did until Carmine gave us a different name, as he chased us out his office."
Chapter Two- Leonard Fiasko "The Eraser"
"You misfits are nothing you understand! Nothing!" Yeah, that was it. And so the name stuck. Whoopee. Not even sure if Drury knew it was an insult back then. Heck, Lynns' may be the only person who does know what goes on inside that head. It was around this point we started to expand. I was never really on board with the supervillain schtick if I'm honest. Too much attention, too much noise. And I'll tell you who didn't help. Thomas Blake. What a fuckin' dickhead. Always puffed out his chest and had teeth as white as the clown's face. Kept trying to bring women onto the team. It never lasted. Guy thought he ran the show, he really did. Brought not one, but two psychos into the fold."
Chapter Three- Charles Brown "Kite-Man"
"You mean Chancer? ... Chancer came later than the rest of us. Brought in to replace Gar, when he'd decided he'd be better off solo. And maybe he was right. He certainly moved up the ladder without us.
Before the kid, it was me- that is to say Kite-Man, Tom- The Catman, Morty- Cavalier, the "holy trinity" of Gar, Drury and Len, and lastly... Julian.
Drury found me in a bad place. My son had died, and well, I suppose all I really wanted was to join him. That was really why I started hang gliding across Gotham... A death wish, if I'm honest. Drury's twins played with Charlie a lot when they were young... Probably would be going off to college together right about now. Drury lost his brother when he was a kid, and we were both going through divorces when he approached me. Why, we must have been the only family men in the group.
So what was The Misfits? It was a pact. A promise. To stick up for one another, protect our fellow C-Listers, or Barrel Scrapers.
The group's had steady membership over the years, though of course, some have come and gone, that's life. Joey (Joey Rigger) was never a full time member, and we were hesitant to keep Zodiac around either. Morty Drake is, uh, still hiding from the IRS somewhere. The last time he surfaced... Heh, that would've been Dru's wedding anniversary. I'm not pretending we were good guys. I mean, look at Julian, or how Chancer was a while back, but we did care for each other. A lot. Even if a lot of them were too tough to show it."
Chapter Four- Drury Walker "Killer Moth"
"Oh, I loved the Misfits. But it just didn't work. We'd started out as criminals obviously, no point denying it. But it was... never personal. We'd promised then and there, that is over a pint at My Alibi, to never to stoop to their level. The methods of the mob, the A-Listers, the big leagues. We just wanted a name. A legacy. Then Gar left... The guys... Heh, they all called him "Pretty" before, well, let's say the incident. He really was the looker out of us all. Old school handsome, not like Blake. But when Gar left, I don't know... He was my best man at my first wedding, and he'd be my best man at my second. Without him to back me up, things fell apart. Len was never really ok with the legacy thing, he just wanted a steady income. He got it with the bar, and retired shortly after. Have I ever told that story? Heh, back when Gar and I started out, we torched Tony Bressi's bar, and- Nevermind, point is, with a few renovations, it was good as new. My Alibi was under new management! And I was another man down. And another with Chuck, who left after a back injury. That may have been my lowest point. Left with Jules and Blake, I got more antsy, aggressive. Knew I went too far when I kidnapped three hostages, and tried killing them- even though they'd paid the ransom. I just didn't want to be forgotten. That's what created the Charaxes serum"
Chapter Five- Miranda Gaige "Tiger Moth"
"Yeah... Charaxes. No, I didn't know Drury'd had Langstrom whip up a mutagen for him. If I had, I would've shattered the bottle myself, and it would've saved us a lot of grief, and couples counseling.
I had, it's silly... It was a schoolgirl's crush. Ever since he burst into Dad's office, lantern in hand, stripey tights pulled all the way up his chest... Well, I fancied him. What should've been a one night stand became so much more than that. Sure, he calls himself Killer Moth, but he's really quite sweet. I'd been doing the masked stuff long before we'd started dating (though I *did* name myself after him, the stories are true), and in a male dominated "workplace," we tend to get noticed, and propositioned an awful lot. Leading the charge, Tom Blake of course. Don't think he ever got over the fact that I would sooner marry "Killer Moth" than go out with him. Course, marriage doesn't really stop a man like him. Bullets tend to though. Sorry, sorry. Shortly after we'd got more serious, Chancer was shot in the head. I'd only met him once, maybe twice, but the Misfits... they took it hard. He was maybe 19 then. But life went on, even through earthquakes and viruses. And when Gar returned to the Misfits, a lot more grizzled (or griddled) than when he left, Drury was happier than I'd ever seen him before. The boys were back.
Chapter Six- Joseph Rigger "Firebug"
Gar wasn't gone that long really, but that didn't stop Drury from recruiting me as the new fire guy. Didn't last of course, but it was fun! Gar didn't think much of it all, but that was Gar. It was a while before things got bad again. With what happened to Chancer, Drury was reluctant ta do anything about the Misfits. It was just a phase, right? Around then Catman met up with some guys in the Super Seven, or something and now Calendar Man was the only one of the OGs left. Guess that's why he ended up... Like that. But Gar was back! Drury was happy! There was finally a woman on the team! That had ta mean something. So they gave it another shot- and they ran over Fred Larson. Think that was his name. Undeterred, our brave heroes carried on, and Drury reached out to a rising star in the underworld, who he said he'd met the night Ned was run over, and..."
Chapter Seven- [Redacted]
"So Lightning Bug. No, not that one. The original. What a fucking mess. Before these, uh, Misfits were just a nuisance, but now, the A-Listers were watching."
Chapter Eight- Thomas Blake "Catman"
"And it was like it'd never happened. Some new kid- Walker's kid, got the armour just in time for him to tie the knot. The salmon, was delicious. After a honeymoon, which probably involved a whole lot of viagra, and yet not a lot of action, Walker came home with news. Ms Gaige was pregnant. Somehow. And so it fell on us (well me) to support his growing family. Not the glorious return any of us were hoping for (Drake was right to get out when he had the chance). It just wasn't right. I was a hunter, an apex predator, and yet there I was, being treated like an idiot, and worse... A beta. If I didn't take that card from Scandal, they'd probably still ignore me... Godamn Signal Man then had to ruin the fun with those nukes of his, which *we* never got any credit for helping stop! Sure helped Walker become mayor though. I was the one who brought in Ragdoll! Was nice to have someone on my side for once, even if he was a [redacted]"
Chapter Nine- Montgomery Sharpe "Chancer"
"So I came back. Went a bit mad, but I hear that's what happens when there's a bullet in your brain. Ok, I'm not a scientist... When Drury became Mayor, it was almost like we were his private army- without the cash. It's a shame Chuck and I missed out on that battle against the Society... Heh. Well, could be worse, I heard Blake actually slept in during it all! Hey, I wonder if the gas was what made Calendar Man-"
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This is just a small part of a long row of tulips, planted beside a busy road in Hove, East Sussex. Just feet away are cars, vans and all manner of delivery vehicles. April 2016.
I was on loan to Leicester again on Saturday 12th November, and this time covered a shift on the University Shuttle, which is a closed door service operating between the student village in Oadby, and the University of Leicester campus in the city centre.
All manner of vehicles operate the service, and I was given Volvo B7RLE/Wright Eclipse 2 620 for my day on the service. It's all go most of the day, but a quiet lull first thing gave me time to capture my chariot on Stoughton Drive South in Oadby, working the 1000 journey towards the University.
this is from my art series named: "Jokers, fools, Freaks, Mutants and other humanoid Creatures"
This is No. 287
his one is named:
"facial African Mask I couldn´t sell online that I re-decorated in true DIY manner for use as a X-mas gift for a family member"
The media/medium: Ballpoint and acrylic paint on wooden african mask (Yes there is an unknown artist who made the mask a woodcarver that also deserves some credit for making this mask)
Peace and peace!
/ MushroomBrain redecorating DIY re-molder of objects