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Eh... Virgar nuts? LOL!
Actually it's my unfortunate angle in shooting this vendor selling roasted chestnuts in front of a sex shop in Chinatown that cause might cause some misunderstanding. xD
Taken on 17th Jan 2009
The misunderstanding from the last chapter will follow Nano Machine Chapter 117, but how did it come to be? After Cheon Yeo's guard goes on to kill Cheon
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Mandheling is one of Sumatra's coffee varietes, named after the similarly spelled Mandailing ethnic, which is located in North Sumatra, Indonesia. The name is the result of a misunderstanding by the first foreign purchaser of the variety, and no coffee is actually produced in the "Mandailing region", but who cares? Let's just take a sip...
Emilio, 27y/o, is an artist and a poet whom I met total randomly while strolling on Sheinkin Street in Tel Aviv.
I saw a glimpse of him through an open store door so I walked in and asked whether he'd pose for me.
There was something very sweet and open about his face.
Emilio loved the camera and photographing him was really fun.
In between shots, he showed us his notebook with his drawings and poetry.
Emilio was born in Israel. In the past he had, however, spent a period of time in Italy. Naturally, we conversed in Italian, English & Hebrew. We made pictures in the store and out on a sidewalk bench.
Emilio's wanted some time to think about a meaningful message, then he said: "Create and share love in all its forms.
Our world is abounded in beauty and cruelty, love and despise, and beyond it all yourself and all others... it's in the palm of our hands to reform it all."
"What advice would you give to your younger self?"
"Remain true to your ideas and clear all fears because they are only the misunderstanding of others."
"Any challenge or struggle in your life, now or in the past?"
"The only struggle in the now is driving myself to a higher level of achievements."
"Emilio, what do you love about yourself?"
"The fact that all who encounter me love me back as much I love them, and the way I can always express myself without doubt."
I am an artist in many fields, of which I have dedicated much efforts to learn by myself, first is the written word, in poems and prose, second is my love for languages, third is illustrating, and more in the music by playing the guitar, composing and dancing..."
This is my 704th submission to The Human Family group.
Visit the group here to see more portraits and stories: The Human Family
The "massacre of Gorla" or "little martyrs of Gorla" are the names under which it is known the result of an allied air raid that hit a primary school in Milan, October 20th, 1944, during the Second World War.
On that morning, 36 B-24 bombers of the 451º Bomb Group took off from Foggia, commanded by Colonel James B. Knapp, with the task of destroying the Breda factory in Sesto San Giovanni. Due to a misunderstanding, most of the bombs reached the urban district of Gorla in Milan. One of the bombs, fatally, fell in the central stairwell of the primary school "Francesco Crispi", reaching the underground shelter of the building and killing 184 children and the entire faculty.
On the ground where the primary school once was, granted by the City of Milan to the relatives of the victims, a monument was erected, called the "little martyrs of Gorla". It was created by sculptor Remo Brioschi and inaugurated on the third anniversary of the massacre.
In the crypt, in subsequent years were transferred the remains of the dead children and their teachers.
In memory.
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La "strage di Gorla" o "piccoli martiri di Gorla" sono le denominazioni con cui vengono chiamate le conseguenza di un bombardamento aereo alleato che colpì una scuola elementare di Milano, il 20 ottobre 1944, durante la seconda guerra mondiale.
il mattino del 20 ottobre 1944, dall'aeroporto di Foggia decollarono i 36 bombardieri "B-24" del 451º Bomb Group, al comando del colonnello James B. Knapp, con il compito di distruggere gli stabilimenti della Breda di Sesto San Giovanni. In seguito ad un errore, la maggior parte delle bombe raggiunse il quartiere milanese di Gorla. Uno degli ordigni, fatalmente, centrò il vano scale della scuola elementare "Francesco Crispi", raggiungendo il rifugio sotterraneo dell'edificio e causando la morte di 184 bambini e dell'intero corpo docente.
Sul terreno dove sorgeva la scuola elementare, concesso dal Comune di Milano ai parenti delle vittime, venne innalzato il monumento ossario intitolato ai "Piccoli Martiri di Gorla", realizzato dallo scultore Remo Brioschi ed inaugurato nel terzo anniversario della strage.
Nella cripta, durante gli anni successivi vennero trasferite, a gruppi, le spoglie dei bambini morti a Gorla in seguito al bombardamento e dei loro insegnanti.
In memoria.
It's been such a privilege to be the official photographer for Korean Club this year, through all I've seen of dramas, fights, frustrations and other misunderstandings. Things turned out to be okay if not spectacular.
I love everyone (well, at least most) and I can't wait to shoot the club one last time next year.
American Todd Banks lives and does business in Bangkok, selling orchids and dental implants. He speaks to producer Tony Kahn on a WGBH Morning Stories podcast called Til Death Do Us Part, about mixed marriages, cultural misunderstandings, and the joys and occasional jitters of life with his Thai wife, Goy.
Prior to speaking with Tony, he emailed Morning Stories:
Dear Tony:
I just wanted to say that Morning Stories podcasts are heard with eagerness and enthusiasm here in Bangkok. The contrast heard audibly is contrapuntal to my walk through a delightful alley-way filled with the aroma of fried chicken, noodle soups, and the sights of roasted ducks hanging in the windows. The streets are busy with shopkeepers opening up for the days business. The stroll to the sky train is comforting for me to see the familiar faces and smiles of the many persons on my Soi (side street). Some of my favorites are the barber playing checkers with bottle caps; always with his legs crossed, the fried banana lady who wants to make me fat by eating those delicious batter fried bananas, and the English newspaper sales guy that hands me the paper before I can reach in my pocket for the change to pay him. The main street is awash with the color of daily flower offerings to the Buddha and the smell of incense burning. Bangkok is wonderful in the morning, and morning stories for me, is a part of it.
Your story with Bonnie Lee so wonderfully revealed the underlying essence of many Asian people. The differences in perceptions about things pale in comparison to the similarities we as human beings feel. We may express feelings or ideas differently but all of us seem to want many of the same things that life has to offer.
Ms. Lee spoke about Love, I think she is right. I see love expressed in so many ways everyday in Thai life. Thank you for your show.
Your friend in Thailand,
Todd
You can find more Morning Stories at our website, wgbh.org/morningstories.
The Sun Voyager was unveiled on Sæbraut on the birthday of the city of Reykjavík, August 18th, 1990.
It is a common misunderstanding that Sun Voyager is a Viking ship.
The Sun Voyager was essentially envisaged as being a dreamboat, an ode to the sun symbolizing light and hope.
SOOC
Questa foto incredibile l'ha fatta mia sorella, e quella sono io. Quello dietro è il mare di Fregene, che oltre ad essere mosso non è niente di che.
"This would not have happened
If I hadn’t missed my plane
I would've been there when they told you
I’m the Rat within the grain
Within this big misunderstanding now
and I’m being misunderstood
I'm thinking someone's trying to fuck with me
And set fire to my wood."
[Damien Rice - "The Rat Within The Grain"] here
These are the series of illustrations to newest story – The flight of the swan telling about Dannee’s struggle with keeping peace between her friend and one of her romantic flashbacks in the past.
Even while Skyrim being at state of fragile peace Dannee learns that not all fights are tied with something epic as she tries to out some order and peace between two of her closest friends who had big misunderstanding along with nasty quarrel. In attempt to make her friend Serana see things from her perspective Dannee dwells in her own past as well as helping Serana deal with terrible but unseen wounds of her darkest memories…
The first part – www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/images/433485/?
The second part of the story – www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/images/433486/?
"The Quiet and Ugly Artist (Hanoi, 1965-2015)", An art installation by Daniel Kerkhoff at Chaap Art, 82 Đê Quai Street, Tây Hồ District, Hanoi. October 3rd to October 11th,, 2015. Opening reception, October 3rd, 6-9pm.
An installation based on Daniel Kerkhoff's self-imposed artist-in-residency in Hanoi from February 6th to October 26th. It is part of a larger project which includes residencies in Ghana and Ecuador. Embedded in a community for just under nine months, the human gestation period, premature, a gradual, a creative process,
an exploration, noticing, weaving, sharing, and witnessing, connection, disconnection, a journal, found sculptures, painting, photographs, videos, documenting, collections, keepsakes, collages, receipts and brochures, maps, business cards and consumer packaging, consumed and consuming, souvenirs,
walking, discovering, travel, a paper trail, colonize, appropriate, trophies, convoluted, cover-ups, muddy, history, memory, remnants, experience, lost, absorbed, traces, vague, melding, a buried presence, fading, rotting, germinating, misunderstanding, forgotten, pollination, rejuvenation, impermanence, transformation.
Daniel Kerkhoff is a visual artist from Minneapolis, Minnesota, U.S.A. You can see photos of his projects in Vietnam, Ghana, Ecuador, and other places at www.danielkerkhoff.com.
Prints will be available for 500,000 VND or $25.00 with all proceeds going to future exhibition costs at Chaap Art for emerging women artists.
The exhibition will be open everyday from 10 am to 4 pm. Chaap Art is located at No. 82 Đê Quai, Lane 310, Nghi Tàm Street, Tây Hồ District, Hanoi. Directions: From Nghi Tàm Street, follow Lane 310 all the way to the end where it turns left onto Đê Quai Street. Go about 500 meters on Đê Quai Street and Chaap Art will be on your left.
Phone number: 0987757769 - 0985836023
Chaap Art is an art space founded by a group of artists in 2009 with the purpose of supporting contemporary art activities and exhibitions in Hanoi. Our slogan is: "Cứ tự nhiên".
Translate in to Vietnamese:
"The Quiet and Ugly artist ( Hanoi,1965 - 2015 )" - " Nghệ sĩ Trầm lặng và Xấu xí (Hanoi, 1965 - 2015)
Từ ngày 3/10 đến 11/10
Mở cửa đón khách 3/10/2015 từ 18h đến 21h
Triển lãm sắp đặt dựa trên quá trình tự lưu trú của nghệ sĩ Daniel Kerkhoff's tại Hà Nội từ ngày 6/2 đến ngày 26/10. Đây là một phần của dự án lớn hơn bao gồm cả những chương trình lưu trú của nghệ sĩ tại Ghana và Ecuador. Hòa chung với cộng đồng chỉ chưa tới chín tháng , thời kì thai nghén của một con người, sinh non, một quá trình sáng tạo dần,
một sự khai phá, lưu tâm, đan kết, chia sẻ, chứng kiến, kết nối, tách biệt, viết nhật kí, tìm ra những tác phẩm điêu khắc, tranh vẽ, ảnh, video, tài liệu, thu thập, lưu giữ, cắt dán, hóa đơn, tờ rơi,bản đồ, danh thiếp, giấy đóng gói hàng, đã tiêu thụ và đang tiêu thụ, đồ lưu niệm,
đi bộ, khám phá, du lịch, những giấy tờ, dấu ấn, riêng biệt, danh hiệu, cuộn lại, che phủ, màu sắc mờ đục, lịch sử, kí ức, tàn tích, kinh nghiệm, thất lạc, cảm thụ, dấu vết, mơ hồ, tan chảy, chôn vùi hiện diện, phai màu, mục nát, nảy mầm, sự hiểu lầm, bị lãng quên, thụ phấn, trẻ hóa, vô thường, biến đổi.
Daniel Kerkhoff là một nghệ sĩ thị giác đến từ Minneapolis, Minnesota, Mỹ. Các bạn có thể xem những hinhg ảnh về dự án của ông ở Việt Nam, Ghana, Ecuador và một số nơi khác ở website: www.danielkerkhoff.com.
Những bản in có sẵn với giá 500.000 đồng hoặc $25,00. Tất cả tiền thu lại sẽ dành để làm chi phí cho triển lãm trong tương lai cho các nữ nghệ sĩ tại Chaap Art.
Triển lãm mở cửa trong 8 ngày từ 10h sáng đến 16h chiều tại Chaap Art - Số 82 Đê Quai - ngõ 310 - Đường Nghi Tàm - Quận Tây Hồ- HN
Điện thoại : 0987757769 - 0985836023
Chaap Art là một không gian nghệ thuật được sáng lập bởi một nhóm nghệ sĩ từ năm 2009 nhằm mục đích hỗ trợ các hoạt động và triển lãm sáng tạo nghệ thuật đương đại tại Hà Nội. Tiêu chí của chúng tôi trong sáng tác nghệ thuật là " Cứ tự nhiên"
that why I m doing good for that cartoon, but I try to constriction about that cartoon for prepare to hope I got the great in project. And than another people are more than perfect in this project so I don't want to bad in this political cartoon. I want to make equal them perfect for all people is cartoon project. that was gave the more time to strange things. I use the color in the drawing, and than to line up the star and letter. next use much difficult on letter for understanding. sometime that writing are misunderstanding the little word.
I didn't feel as productive as normal last week as I traveled from Santa Barbara to San Diego along the California coast, perhaps in part because I shoot so many natural landscapes I don't quite know what to do with semi-urban environments.
I'll make the fashionable comment to mention that this is a single exposure, no HDR, although i can't imagine why anyone would care. If I were selling a house I wouldn't mention the types of saws or hammers used to construct it. Either you like the result, or you don't.
I guess I don't view the technical process of capturing the image as the end goal or point of what I'm doing (I'm trying to portray a thing, place or concept with a resulting image), so I wouldn't pursue or brag about some technical nit along the way (such as single exposure) as if it were some sort of achievement. Even many pros have their gallery salespeople claiming (often deceptively I'm afraid) that "No Photoshop was used... this is exactly as the photographer saw it." Frist of all, baloney. No camera "sees" like a person does, so the entire premise is a blatant misrepresentation. Second, even film and slides are scanned and "color corrected" (typically with Photoshop) to create a digital file which can be consistently replicated to print. There are so many changes in technology and color maps throughout that process that it's pointless and in my opinion disingenuous to claim that the result is identical to the original (my first job out of college was to work as an applications engineer for the world's leading color printer manufacturer). Third, the entire topic is a diversion in the sales process to prevent the buyer from asking whether the photographer truly has any skill as an artist. If we settle for the goal of merely reproducing of a scene, than we've just decided that the person carrying the camera is entirely irrelevent... since all that matters is a passable result that seems like a realistic carbon copy. If that's all we value, nail a solar powered, high resolution webcam to a tree and you'll get your simple refelctions of time and place.
What's the alternative? Value, and evaluate, the result. Sure... kudos to the images not displaying a lot of distracting postprocessing artifacts, but there are so many more aspects that are equally, if not more, important. Does the image achieve its goals (such as a documentary time and place, portrait of an item or person in a certain context, or some variation of those that's a more artistic rendering)? Surely it's the "what" and "did the artist succeed" questions that are far more important and interesting than "how"?
I'm not saying that I know all the answers. Some of the professional photographers whose sales people are using those tactics are finding buyers for prints priced at $4000 or more. And if those buyers are satisfied with their purchase at that price and with what's hanging on their wall, who am I to say that they didn't get their money's worth? Still, I can't help but be offended when film photographers advocate or tolerate disrespect of digital photography or postprocessing (which they actually engage in behind the scenes). I also can't help but feel a little sorry for the people they hoodwink with their B.S.
I'd like to offer apologies in advance to any avid film purists. To clarify and reduce the potential for misunderstanding, I'd like to emphasize that I don't mean in any way to disrespect film... it's the heritage of photography and there are still advantages to film for certain applications and under certain conditions... I only mean to focus solely on any misguided positioning that a few film photographers seem to engage in (perhaps out of insecurity about the advancing digital age, and to cover up their lack of motivation to understand or accept modern techniques).
Instead of process (film vs. digital, HDR/Photoshop vs. not), it makes far more sense to me to focus on the success of the intent of the photo and the contribution of the artist (the extent to which the photographer DOES add his or her unique contribution to the result).
Today, the lady who heads the gardens called me and told me that she had been more disturbed because we'd bad mouthed them than anything. Over the years, they have gotten him rabies shots, and have fed him. There are people there who care about him. I think the biggest problem is that no one can be there enough to see everything that goes on. Remember that these folks are all volunteers. They are not paid for what they do there, and their main reason for being there in the first place is to tend the gardens, not Tigger. That was why I got involved.
I see cats more like children than animals. The folks there saw Tigger as an independent, outdoor cat. The head lady grew up in the country and had outdoor cats, and they always managed to fend for themselves, and she'd seen Tigger do that for years, so she was convinced, as were most of us, that he was well off living where we THOUGHT he was happy, and that the food they left him was being eaten by him, and he seemed to be okay. I view animals more like people, and am very over protective. I went there so often, probably more than many of the volunteers, and noticed all the things Tigger was going through. I've seen changes in him just in this last year, as he is an aging cat. I took Tigger out of there, but didn't ask permission simply because I didn't know I had to! They were concerned for him, and resented comments that had been made because they had cared for him through the years, and basically, it was just both a misunderstanding and difference of opinion on the level of care on both sides.
Today, I was given the go ahead to keep Tigger. The gardens have relinquished claim to him, and in the best interests of the cat, have decided to let me take care of him. It was a unanimous decision by the board members. I have received a couple of emails from volunteers who are being very gracious and encouraging. I have been asked to bring a photo of Tigger to the gardens to place in the bulletin area so visitors will know that Tigger is "retired" and in good hands!
Thank you all for caring so much about Tigger. Please don't be hard on the garden staff. They have done the right thing, and they will miss having Tigger there. For some, like the gatekeeper, it will be very hard. He fed him every day for years, even if the raccoons ate it all, and it will certainly be very sad for him to not have Tigger around. he tried to help and cared about Tigger. In their own way, many of the others cared, too. It's just that for some of us cat people, anything less than the absolute best just won't do! Not everyone sees things the same way. Tigger is an animal, but he's my baby!
I want to encourage those of you who love Tigger to go to my profile page, and get the information about Sugar Mill Gardens, and please donate to help them in thanks on Tigger's behalf. It was a hard decision to make, and they made the right one. It's time to bury the proverbial hatchet, and thank them for maintaining the beautiful gardens that Tigger called home for over 6 years. Were it not for that, we would never have known of this wonderful cat!
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French postcard by A.N., Paris, no. 1271. Photo: Roger Carlet.
María Casares (1922-1996) was a Spanish-French actress and one of the most distinguished stars of the French stage. She was usually credited in France as Maria Casarès.
Maria Casarès was born María Victoria Casares y Pérez in A Coruña, Galicia, in 1922. She was the daughter of Santiago Casares Quiroga, a minister in Manuel Azaña's government and Prime Minister of Spain and of Gloria Pérez. She was helping in Madrid hospitals when she was fourteen. Her father was a member of the Republican government so at the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War (1936), As Portuguese-Catalonian, the family was forced to flee. The father went to London, the mother and daughter sought refuge in Paris. There, María attended the Lycée Victor Duruy then, after her graduation, she took speech classes with René Simon. She enrolled in the Paris Conservatoire, where she won the First Prize for tragedy and Second Prize for comedy. In 1942, she auditioned for Marcel Herrand who engaged her for his Théâtre des Mathurins. There, over the course of the next three years, she appeared in several plays including Deirdre of the Sorrows by J. M. Synge, The Master Builder by Ibsen, Le Malentendu (The Misunderstanding) by Albert Camus (with whom she had an affair), and an especially important premiere, Fédérico, after Prosper Mérimée, with Gérard Philipe.
In the meantime, Maria Casrès began to appear in films. Her first film role was opposite Jean-Louis Barrault in Les Enfants du paradis/Children of Paradise (Marcel Carné, 1945), one of the great classics of French cinema. She also made Les dames du Bois de Boulogne/The Ladies of the Bois de Boulogne (Robert Bresson, 1945), and the Stendhal adaptation La Chartreuse de Parme/The Charterhouse of Parma (Christian-Jaque, 1948) co-starring Gérard Philipe. The latter was the most popular film at the French box office in 1948. For Cocteau, she played Death in his Orphée/Orpheus (Jean Cocteau, 1950) with Jean Marais and François Périer, and in his Testament d'Orphée/Testament of Orpheus (Jean Cocteau, 1959) with Charles Aznavourand Marais. From 1952 onward, although she continued to appear in occasional films, she devoted herself mainly to the stage. She joined the Festival d'Avignon, the Comédie-Française and the Théâtre National Populaire under the leadership of Jean Vilar. Before her, no one actor or actress of foreign origin had ever played at Comédie-Française. She toured extensively throughout the world, appearing in the great classics of French theatre, including, in 1958, Corneille's Le Cid, Victor Hugo's Marie Tudor and Marivaux' Le Triomphe de l'Amour (The Triumph of Love) on Broadway.
Maria Casares took the French nationality in 1975 and three years later married André Schlesser, an actor known professionally as Dade, who had been her longtime companion and theatrical co-star. She published her autobiography, Résidente privilégiée (Privileged Resident) in 1980, in which she described her 16-year affair with Albert Camus. The couple never married, but their extensive correspondence, first published in France in late 2017, lasted from 1944 to almost the end of Camus' life. She starred in a number of Albert Camus's plays and often threatened to end their stormy affair over his refusal to leave Francine Faure. In 1989, she was nominated for the César Award for Best Supporting Actress in the film La Lectrice/The Reader (Michel Delville, 1989), starring Miou-Miou. In 1996, Maria Casarès died at her country house, Château de La Vergne, in the village of Alloue in Poitou-Charentes, on the day after her 74th birthday. She bequeathed the property to the village. Today, the Domaine de la Vergne is a residence for artists and a setting for performances.
Sources: Wikipedia and IMDb.
An emotional shot, and I was hesitant to be overly dramatic, but this book affected me exactly in this way. This was the photo that jumped out at me.
Ian McEwan
Atonement
Anchor books 2007, 351 pages
First published in 2001
Cover by Focus Features llc
The year is 1935, the place is rural England. For the Tallis family, the years preceding the war that would rip Europe apart once more, is the time their family experiences a division of their own.
In the first of four parts of the book, thirteen year-old Briony Tallis, aspiring writer with an overactive imagination, witnesses the slightest hint of affection between the gardener’s son Robbie and her sister Cecilia. Entirely naive and too young to understand a remote bit of adult relationships and behaviours, Briony is certain that Robbie is a dangerous man who will bring harm to her sister. He must be stopped. And so her misinterpretation of that one delicate flirtation sets into motion a chain of further misunderstandings (and meddling) on her part, climaxing into the perception of a crime. A butterfly effect, where lives are ruined.
The remaining three parts of the novel cover the consequences. Several years have passed; World War 2 has started and England is in battle. Robbie serves the army in Dunkirk, Cecilia (now a nurse) is no longer on speaking terms with any of her family... and Briony has grown from that thirteen year-old girl into a young woman, finally beginning to grasp adulthood.
Starting slowly and requiring patience, Atonement after a while proves itself to be a well-balanced, powerful book comprising of the right amount of plotting, character development, suspense, descriptions of place and time, and dialogue. It also covers various themes that are all equally intense, such as growing up, desire, loss, regret and the war. McEwan juggles the varied techniques and themes very well, effortlessly switching from one character perspective to the other, from one place (in time) to the next.
Rightly shortlisted for the Booker prize (2001), McEwan has written a substantial, passionate novel using a suitable level of meta-fiction, as he explores the dangers (and perhaps, the comforts) of imagination via his character Briony.
What impressed me most was the complex psychology McEwan applied to character development, but also to his readers; Briony’s appaling behaviour was frustrating and the consequences upsetting, but the reader is asked to stop and consider that she was only a child at the time. McEwan insists: Briony is the one atoning, not only to herself and the ones she’s hurt... but to us as well. McEwan is persuasive and has earned my respect.
4.5/5
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A policeman tries to clear up a "misunderstanding" between a drunk salaryman (left) and a cab driver (right).
There are two commonly misunderstood facts about the stone crab fishery. The first is that only one legal size claw can legally be removed. Since the 1970's, it's been legal to remove both claws from stone crabs if they are over 2 ¾ inches. A second misunderstanding is that when stone crab claw(s) are removed and the live crab is returned to the water, the fishery renews itself when claws grow back. Several scientific studies dating back to 1975 have documented that only nine percent of these crabs return to the fishery because of the high mortality associated with claw removal. The crustacean research program at FWRI recently published a study that confirmed mortality from removal of legal size claws is high. There is also a strong association between the degrees of mortality from claw removal with temperature, number of claws removed and wound severity. This study’s findings support several authors who found little evidence that any significant portion of stone crabs that have claws removed by the fishery survive to regrow claws large enough to contribute those claws to the fishery a second time.
It's been such a privilege to be the official photographer for Korean Club this year, through all I've seen of dramas, fights, frustrations and other misunderstandings. Things turned out to be okay if not spectacular.
I love everyone (well, at least most) and I can't wait to shoot the club one last time next year.
Above: Linda Stirling as The Tiger Woman catches the bad guys raiding her tribe’s temple. George J. Lewis is closest to Linda, while high priest Robert Frazer is leaning against the altar on the far right.
Tiger Woman’s title character, played of course by Stirling, was a jungle ruler in Latin America–and, unbeknowst to herself, the daughter of a millionaire who had died in a plane crash in the region. Allan Lane played oil company engineer Allen Saunders, who, after some initial misunderstandings between the oilmen and the natives were cleared up, joined forces with the Tiger Woman to thwart the villainous attempts of rival oilmen (LeRoy Mason and Crane Whitley) to halt his company’s drilling. The villains were also out to get their hands on the Tiger Woman’s inheritance before she learned she was the missing heiress Rita Arnold, but both schemes were wrecked by the leads’ opposition. Stirling was likable if not entirely convincing in her first serial, switching skillfully from a haughtily regal manner to sympathetic concern after being assured of Lane’s trustworthiness, but coming off as a little too sophisticated and self-assured in civilized surroundings for someone supposedly raised in the jungle. The chapterplay, however, was a great success, and ensured Stirling her place as the new serial queen.
Jeremy Keith on misunderstandings related to HTML and XHTML:
www.smashingmagazine.com/2009/07/29/misunderstanding-mark...
My post on the topic: julianschrader.de/20090801-misunderstanding-markup-xhtml-...
Sinhala language is totally different from Tamil. The former has 36 letters, while the latter is incredibly more complex and contains 361 phonemes. A Tamil man was explaining that they split each word in more phonemes than Sinhalas do. So, for instance, the word "bus", is made of one phoneme for "ba" and one for the sound "s". Anyway the two etnic groups have serious problems in understanding each other and this is one of the main reasons for small disputes and prejudice among them. Furthermore, Tamil language is not extensively taught in schools, so the language must be learned through private lessons - like the owner of my guesthouse did. On his final test he did better in Sinhala grammar than Tamil. My friend admitted that because of Tamil's complexity, new learners are discouraged.
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It can be a challenge finding somewhere to eat some hearty regional delicacies in industrial towns. After a long day yomping around mines, factories and industrial hinterlands I begin to hunt for some shashlik and local vegetables accompanied by some mutual bemusement and misunderstandings with restaurant staff. Fortunately, the large factories now have multinational ownership or influence and markets so there's usually some good eating options in the restaurants where visiting business people will likely be taken by management. This also has the welcome appearance of some English translations on the menu, although not always. Sometimes I'm left to fumble my way through some identifiable words and dishes, smile hopefully and see what happens (never failed me yet!). The hotel I was staying at in Alchevsk suggested PartyZone which was pretty good.
The next day I made a note of another appealing looking restaurant to try and that night I had a fair amount of trouble hailing a taxi from the middle of nowhere, somewhere between Brianka and Alchevsk. I'd missed the last bus because of my burning desire to climb up a slag heap I could see in the distance. An elderly retired miner gave me directions to it after I'd offered to help him with his shopping as we both walked along a dirt road with different objectives. By the time I'd got back to the main road the only buses passing didn't find me to be a convincing enough factory worker for them to allow me on to their chartered service. My taxi-hailing etiquette was also lacking and as darkness was falling and headlights blinding I sought refuge in a contrastingly modern, brightly lit petrol station. As I went in to the adjoining shop a guy came in to pay for his petrol and he looked as if he wouldn't mind too much to be inconvenienced ever so slightly. He kindly called for a taxi and we chatted as he helpfully waited with me so he could give the driver details of where I wanted to go, then we were both on our way. The driver and I had a hilarious time with my iphone Google maps. Identifying that our Lada was the blue dot and the restaurant was the red dot was a breakthrough moment as we raced around the backstreets looking for an English menu.
It's been such a privilege to be the official photographer for Korean Club this year, through all I've seen of dramas, fights, frustrations and other misunderstandings. Things turned out to be okay if not spectacular.
I love everyone (well, at least most) and I can't wait to shoot the club one last time next year.
"Paris, May 15, 1908: After several incidents with robbers and uninvited visitors, several jewellers and hotels have decided to use guardian robots for their and their guests' safety. Please cooperate with the guardians in order to avoid misunderstandings."
A series of AI-generated pictures of guardian robots, in different art styles.
To be continued.
Pictures made with Midjourney.
I'm always happy to accept invites to groups as long as I can see their content. Should I see "this group is not available to you", my pictures won't be made available to that group. Thanks for your understanding.
Visual note taking from Dr. Fridlander's seminar visit to our lab. Any mistakes are surely mine alone from mis-hearing or misunderstanding Dr. Friedland's presentation.
that was my first year work at the Dutch architectural office and I had some misunderstanding with my director.. I sketched not exactly what he asked.. but.. why not?....:) This is an apartment building (named Neptunus) with one facade to the North Sea..
designed by www.WTSarchitecten.nl
Slaying time, reversing misunderstandings, and building liek a woman with a goal...oh wait...I am!
Visit this location at ^^The Water Temple Gardens on the Blake Sea^^ in Second Life
I’ve just had a large part of the yard resurfaced, the culmination of five months hard work. I started around Easter by sorting a 500 tonne stockpile by hand, the scrap had been mixed for a customer, long since closed, different types of low phos’ cast iron mixed and it needed un-mixing to make it saleable at a decent price today. As it is I didn’t want to sell it on today’s very poor market so I had to create space in a packed yard to move it to after I sorted it, It’s been a massive job, I’ve been working on it on nights and weekends, no cycling, no photography, just like it used to be. I’ve enjoyed having something to get stuck into. Things got stressed at times when I was being pulled in different directions by the everyday demands of (supposedly :-)) being the boss. I’ve created a new internal road into a part of the yard only accessible by a separate gate before, this gate had to be locked and unlocked dozens of times a day by drivers accessing bins and skips. The new road has revolutionised the yard and was something I’ve had in mind for years but it’s never been the right time to do it. I’ve moved around 2000 tonnes of cast iron to widen the existing roads and build the new one, particularly the corners for the artics that come and go every day. Cracked concrete was hammered out and used for base in the new road with new concrete being laid.
The final stage was getting Steads in to tarmac the whole lot. I had to think hard about the amount I was going to resurface, not just the expense but also considering how much area I wanted that I could no longer use for certain things as it would damage it. In the end I had most of the prepared area surfaced. JPI Planing came in with a biggish planer, a Wirtgen W120F . Based on Lindley Moor Road Jamie Ives was on the machine his self, in the pouring rain he took about four hours to grind the old surface off ready for the new. Malcolm and Paul Stead and their gang stayed all day working hard prepping ready for tarmac at 7.30 the day after, when glorious sun was forecast, fingers crossed.
I let Steads in before 7.00, the tarmac started arriving at 7.30 within a short time there was 120 tonnes of base tarmac parked up in eight wheelers, some of them were going to have a wait to get tipped-not our fault though, these tarmac lads are used to it anyway. We were using Steelphalt, made from steel slag it seems appropriate in a scrap yard, using a by-product of steelmaking. We always use Steelphalt as we have had excellent service from it over a very long period, I remember collecting it myself when we used to lay tarmac in the 80’s.
Some areas were being based deeper than others depending on the underlying surface and its intended use. From a photography point of view it was a stunning summers day but the early morning contrast was horrendous with very deep shadows. I only used the little Canon G1X mk2 as I was in and out of machines myself and the 5D would have been a hindrance and likely to get damaged. The little camera didn’t cope with the low light the previous day as well as the 5D would have but it was pouring down at times and the G1X fits in my pocket out of harm’s way. It struggled with the contrast but any digital camera would have to be fair. The shadows were mostly recoverable in Lightroom and I always shoot in Raw.
The topping should have started to arrive at 11.00 but it didn’t turn up until well after 2.00pm, it was a long hot afternoon for Paul and his men and the last man didn’t leave until nearly 7.00. After the first load had been laid I realised that a different spec was being used to all of our previous jobs. SMA, which Paul reassures me is a top notch product, wasn’t what I expected to be used. We have previously used a slag fines tarmac which gives a smoother finish-and has given us very good service. Seeing as there was around 120 tonne already here it was too late to do anything about it. There was a similar amount due the following morning.
Wednesday was another lovely day and the balance of the order arrived over the course of the morning. I usually unlock at 7.00am and Paul was waiting to get in and get cracking, I like working with likeminded people and Paul and Malcolm have a good bunch of people around them. Like my own lads, the younger ones get a bit of stick and there's no room for prima donnas, anyone not pulling their weight would soon be given some grief. My own job was the quietest it’s been for a long time which let me spend a lot of time watching Steads do their job, it was interesting as well as letting me get the photos, mainly just as a record of the work we’ve done. Steads laid 312 tonnes over two days and despite the misunderstanding over the actual finish they did a fantastic job. Fortunately someone pressed the go button and our own job picked up, we’ve had a couple of busy days since the work was finished.
Writing this a few days later, we have been putting our new surfaces to use and it’s looking promising. What a difference it makes to moving around the yard on a nice smooth surface, particularly in the Sennebogens on solid tyres. Having instant access to the rest of the yard using the new road is like having a new yard. I’ve never regretted spending money on improvements and hopefully I won’t regret this one.
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All about the curling tiles. I almost missed this room and probably wouldn't have stumbled across it without a fairly significant misunderstanding. Cryptic, perhaps, but that's ok.
"Did the turbulences start one week ago?"
I am not sure. But I remember very well the evening of last Thursday.
Every year I like watching the "Perseids" in August, a really nice "star falling event" in warm summer nights.
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In radio it was announced that the night from the 12th to the 13th of August would be the important one:
Because in the nightly sky a brilliant opportunity was upcoming for watching countless falling stars.
So I've sent by whatsapp at about 20.45 o'clock a message to Daniel and Jenna. And nearly two hours later, at about 22.30 o'clock "their" headlights appeared in the darkness of the night behind me - sitting in my car in front of the house I am living. Together we drove to "Gut Gieshügel" in the near of Würzburg, a place with a very special atmosphere, I've told you once.
A nibble away we found a possibility for parking our cars - nobody around us, a perfect loneliness without any lights, only some grasshoppers and the summerly noise of cicadas in the perfect warmth of the dark night.
Indeed, a fascinating setting for watching star fallings! "Meditative" and romantic at least in the first moment.
The romance we lost quickly ;-)
Daniel had brought three chairs of his living room and Jenna has brought hot kakao/chocolate. Lina, their dog, was rather nervous because of the unknown situation.
She was anyhow anxious and whining. So Jenna brought her in the car again.
Then we took place in the comfortable chairs and the tranquility of the surrounding unrolled its wonderful effect...
I have to say I enjoy such calm and relaxed moods very much. At least in the night much more than noisy, quick situations.
So in the following 120 minutes Daniel and Jenna saw three really big falling stars and countless little ones, I saw not a single big one, but lots of small ones too. And my neck definitely hurted a lot!
In spite of that we had lots and lots of fun together! :-)
At 01.00 o'clock I was at home again. But not tired. So I surfed in Internet for Georgian queens and kings - very interesting!
At 02.00 o'clock I looked over my balcony and saw a really very fat falling star right in front of me over the neighbour's house, falling straight down from the sky.
First thought: Why not at once?
Second thought: WOW, soooo amazing!!
Quickly I wished my very special wish.
Five minutes later a huge bunny sat on the gateway to the little street under my balcony. I didn't believe my eyes! I am living in the middle of the City and a really huge wild bunny is visiting me in the middle of the night!!
It's true.
( I fear perhaps next a wild boar will come around the corner...
visiting me... :-)
Believe it or not: In a suburb of Würzburg that really happened in the last years! )
The bunny was eating grass under the oak and then hobbled around the corner, supposedly in the garden of the pastor.
Magical happenings...
... so did I promise you too much?
Happily I went to bed 02.45 o'clock.
Okay, that was Thursday evening.
Friday I was tired.
Saturday was like a horror trip. In the morning I've heard the sound of an ambulance while standing in the bath. It seemed as if it has stopped in front of the house. Some minutes later I looked out of the window - and nothing to see!
But then a favorite person in my neighborhood disappeared and I feared something had happened. Still I am not sure what the matter was...
You see: Exciting things happened.
And of "The Dark Twin/Side Of The Moon"
I didn't tell you something at all -
... a very dark "procedure".
So have a good night now.
:-)
I am very tired.
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Liverpool was an historic centre of the slave trade from the mid 18th to early 19th centuries.
Many Liverpudlians were prominent in the abolitionist movement and even to day the city still wants to pay tribute to the thousand of souls transported via its port and ships.
In part, it does this through the International Slavery Museum, which ensures that slavery from the 1500s to the present day is not forgotten.
To quote the mission of the museum:
"Our aim is to address ignorance and misunderstanding by looking at the deep and permanent impact of slavery and the slave trade on Africa, South America, the USA, the Caribbean and Western Europe. Thus we will increase our understanding of the world around us."
I use this photo for visualization of the term "requirements communication" or "misunderstanding".
We agreed to count until 3 and then we jump: "We jump at three!".
Everybody of us thought we have uniquely communicated the jumping-"requirement". The result shows us that there was a misunderstanding: We counted all 1, then 2, then two of us jumped *at* 3, one of us jumped immediately *after* we completed to count 1, 2, 3. All three were right - nevertheless the same requirement was understood differently.
Copyright: like recommendation of the flickr-visualization-group:
Free of charge for company internal presentations if you cite the author and the group.
Euro 5,-- for 1 slide at company-external presentations:
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The photo was taken at the highest point of all Croatian islands at Vidova Goro in Brac.
Hannes Swoboda, S&D Chairman, Manfred Weber, EPP Vice-Chairman, Rebecca Harms, Greens co-Chairman and Edward McMillan-Scott, ALDE Vice-Chairman debated about the role of the media in time of crisis: How could they bridge the gap of misunderstanding between citizens and EU institutions?
The silence of the spheres is the music of a wedding feast. The more we persist in misunderstanding the phenomena of life, the more we analyze them out into strange finalities and complex purposes of our own, the more we involve ourselves in sadness, absurdity and despair. But it does not matter much, because no despair of ours can alter the reality of things, or stain the joy of the cosmic dance which is always there.
Even on the foggiest nights.
-New Seeds of Contemplation
By Thomas Merton