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It was sweet and funny at the same time. She was terrified to go to the edge of the cliff, yet she never put the yogurt down. Instincts, instincts. A Freudian case study at its best.
I wonder how many of us forget that we mostly are like our closest cousins - animals - instinctive beings without our ability to think.
Is it because of that one oxygen molecule difference between our cell surface and that of animals (Neu5Ac vs. Neu5Gc), or is it because the Darwinian theory is flawless in its entirety. We will come infinitesimally close to explaining it, but I doubt we will ever conclude.
To say that scientific research will reach a definitive answer for the basis of our cognitive skills, morality, spirituality, our ability to love or commit suicide is as impossible as being able to define infinity as a real number.
Does it really matter, though? Certainly not as we go on with our daily lives, but most of us often forget about the chance of existing as a human in an infinite universe.
"I would tell you about the things they put me through
The pain I've been subjected to
But the Lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush
Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Morality would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate's made of me
But I promise now, my judge and jurors
My intentions couldn't have been purer
My case is easy to see
I'm not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I've been through
And before we talk of any repentance
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes"...
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That morning, as predicted, 4th of December 2008, close to the city centre, it started to snow heavily, because of the cold spell we’d experienced, in no time it was a different world.
I love the silence that comes with it...
I was up and about, rushing from window to window... (morality of this story?
Always see that your windows are clean? LOL)
AAAhhh, I just wish it had waited for the festive days, it creates such a peaceful atmosphere.
That was 2008.
the series of Winter photos gathered over the years continues.
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A colourfully dressed woman takes a selfie in front of the Thiruvalluvar Statue in Kanyakumari. The Thiruvalluvar Statue, or the Valluvar Statue, is a 133-feet tall stone sculpture of the Tamil poet and philosopher Valluvar, author of the Tirukkural, an ancient Tamil work on secular ethics and morality. Kanyakumari is the southernmost part of mainland India.
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In her dreams, Jett hung in the negative space. A realm between realms, neither physical but neither wholly intangible. The vibrant reds of deeds done with axe and blade dragged across her vision as she floated in this nether, mockingly. Despite being somewhat of a sceptic, the woman now watching lives taken and hearts broken racing around her, had always held out hope for something, anything, after this life. Now she was seeing it, up close and personal in the images that flitted, buzzed, and whizzed around her like a raging tornado.
Below her was only darkness, a void, the stark black echoing her own dissociation with morality and goodness. But it was from within this void, this hole in her life, this lacuna of her own making, that the words came:
"With crimson tide, you have summoned us."
"With abject villainy, you have proven yourself."
"With deeds done and lives taken, you are us."
Silence rung for a moment, and then the void spoke the final words:
"Find them. Say these things: The Seal Is Undone, I Am As The Devil Made Me."
And then she awoke, sweating profusely and wide-eyed.
A stranger who claims to have no memory of his past. Although some have tried, no one has been able to refute this claim - and none have been able to trace him from prior to his arrival on the beaches of Erkelon, far south of Okoto, in a strange "canister". What little knowledge he does have of his nature comes from his recent experience - although he has been awake for but fifteen months - and a few strange "premonitions". He is not even sure of his own name - "Jetera", he says, is only a reconstruction.
Shortly after his arrival, Jetera was chosen to be the Master of Storms of the Toa Vihagu. However, Jetera's control over his electrical element was inconsistent and best, and nonexistent at worst - so he used deception and surprise as his chief tools. Despite his initally aloof and sometimes outright hostile to his teammates, his affinity for them has grown greatly, and the friendships he has with them have become his driving force - as he had no fixed morality or sense of purpose upon arrival.
On port side tail is a photo of Mahsa Amini who died at the hands of Iran’s Morality police ,on the starboard side tail is the photo of Iran’s soccer player who defended his country women folks right over their bodily autonomy, which could get him the death penalty for daring express openly his disdain for such enforcement of draconian laws.
This was taken on the west side of Broadway, just north of the church on the corner of 79th Street. I've seen this fellow on numerous occasions, in this same spot. Hopefully he gets enough donations to at least provide some food; but it looks like it's not enough to deal with the homeless situation...
Note: this photo was published in a Jul 27, 2009 blog titled "Street Smarts." It was also published in an April 20, 2009 blog titled "Nezamestnanosť prekročila desať percent (Aktualizované)." And it was published in a May 12, 2010 blog titled "Gov. Crist adds to hate crimes legislation."It was also published in a May 22, 2010 Bible Dude blog titled "a cross-country trip [for the least of these]." the opening line of which is, "God is moving." And it was published in a Sep 22, 2010 blog titled "'Re-Spect'–Sensational Wednesday Haiku." It was also published in a Dec 9, 2010 blog titled "A Mystical Illumination on Hanukkah."
Moving into 2011, the photo was published in a Feb 6, 2011 blog titled "SOMETIMES I CRY." It was also published in a Mar 6, 2011 blog titled "Holding onto morality in this world." And it was published in a Mar 23, 2011 blog titled " Lenten Journey: Week 2 Day 3." It was also published in a Mar 29, 2011 blog titled "Suburban Minn. Sees Surge of Homeless." And it was published in a May 27, 2011 blog titled "GOD GAVE ME EVERYTHING I HOPED FOR." It was also published in a May 29, 2011 blog titled "Thought for the day," and a Jun 4, 2011 blog titled "I am it." And it was published in a Jun 15, 2011 blog titled " Homeless Population Up in Minn, Down in Wis." It was also published in an Aug 22, 2011 blog titled, simply, "Trust." And it was published in a Nov 20, 2011 blog titled "Remembering the Homeless During Thanksgiving Holidays." It was also published in a Dec 26, 2011 blog titled "Man Sleeps in Tent for 18 Days, Raises $10K." It was also published in a Nov 18, 2011 blog titled "Thanksgiving: Food for Thought . . . ’cause that’s all some folks have [35 PICS]."
Note: on Feb 6, 2011 I also replaced the original version of this photo with an edited version. The original one was shot as a JPG image, because I had not yet learned the significance of RAW images; and I'm pretty sure I did only the most rudimentary cropping and editing, using iPhoto. I haven't done a whole lot more at this point, other than adjusting the "hot spots" and "cold spots" highlighted by the Aperture photo-editing program that I now use, plus lightening the shadows in the man's pants. Ironically, I had not even seen -- in the original photo -- that he was wearing military-style camouflage pants. Now it's a little more evident...
Moving into 2012, a cropped, reversed, b&w version of this photo was published on the home page of the Lean On Me Outreach website --- which I first noticed in mid-January 2012.
Moving into 2014, the photo was published in a Mar 11, 2014 blog titled "Croydon Council invests £10m to house struggling families."
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This is part of an evolving photo-project, which will probably continue throughout the summer of 2008, and perhaps beyond: a random collection of "interesting" people in a broad stretch of the Upper West Side of Manhattan -- between 72nd Street and 104th Street, especially along Broadway and Amsterdam Avenue.
I don't like to intrude on people's privacy, so I normally use a telephoto lens in order to photograph them while they're still 50-100 feet away from me; but that means I have to continue focusing my attention on the people and activities half a block away, rather than on what's right in front of me.
I've also learned that, in many cases, the opportunities for an interesting picture are very fleeting -- literally a matter of a couple of seconds, before the person(s) in question move on, turn away, or stop doing whatever was interesting. So I've learned to keep the camera switched on (which contradicts my traditional urge to conserve battery power), and not worry so much about zooming in for a perfectly-framed picture ... after all, once the digital image is uploaded to my computer, it's pretty trivial to crop out the parts unrelated to the main subject.
For the most part, I've deliberately avoided photographing bums, drunks, drunks, and crazy people. There are a few of them around, and they would certainly create some dramatic pictures; but they generally don't want to be photographed, and I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of them. I'm still looking for opportunities to take some "sympathetic" pictures of such people, which might inspire others to reach out and help them. We'll see how it goes ...
The only other thing I've noticed, thus far, is that while there are lots of interesting people to photograph, there are far, far, *far* more people who are *not* so interesting. They're probably fine people, and they might even be more interesting than the ones I've photographed ... but there was just nothing memorable about them.
Sir John Cheke (16 June 1514 – 13 September 1557) was an English classical scholar and statesman, notable as the first Regius Professor of Greek at Cambridge University.
The son of Peter Cheke, esquire-bedell of Cambridge University, he was educated at St John's College, Cambridge, where he became a fellow in 1529.[1] While there he adopted the principles of the Reformation. His learning gained him an exhibition from the king, and in 1540, on Henry VIII's foundation of the regius professorships, he was elected to the chair of Greek. Amongst his pupils at St John's were William Cecil, later Lord Burghley, who married Cheke's sister Mary, and Roger Ascham, who in The Scholemaster gives Cheke the highest praise for scholarship and character. Together with Sir Thomas Smith, he introduced a new method of Greek pronunciation very similar to that commonly used in England in the 19th century. It was strenuously opposed in the University, where the continental method prevailed, and Bishop Gardiner, as chancellor, issued a decree against it (June 1542); but Cheke ultimately triumphed.
On 10 July 1544 he was confirmed as tutor to the future King Edward VI of England[2][3], to teach him ‘of toungues, of the scripture, of philosophie and all liberal sciences’ (BL, Cotton MS Nero C.x, fol. 11r). (This source and others have mistakenly placed this appointment in 1554 which is impossible because Edward was already dead by then). After his pupil's accession to the throne he continued in this role. Cheke was active in public life; he sat, as member for Bletchingley, for the parliaments of 1547 and 1552-1553; he was made provost of King's College, Cambridge (1 April 1548), was one of the commissioners for visiting that university as well as the University of Oxford and Eton College, and was appointed with seven divines to draw up a body of laws for the governance of the church. On 11 October 1551 he was knighted; in June 1553 he was made one of the secretaries of state, and joined the privy council.
His zeal for Protestantism led him to follow the Duke of Northumberland, and he filled the office of secretary of state for Lady Jane Grey during her nine days' reign. In consequence, Mary threw him into the Tower of London (27 July 1553), and confiscated his property. He was, however, released on 3 September 1554, and granted permission to travel abroad. He went first to Basel, then visited Italy, giving lectures in Greek at Padua, where he entertained Sir Philip Hoby. He finally settled at Strasbourg, teaching Greek for his living.
In the spring of 1556 he visited Brussels to see his wife; on his way back, between Brussels and Antwerp, he and Sir Peter Carew were seized (15 May) by order of Philip II of Spain, taken to England, and imprisoned in the Tower. Cheke was visited by two priests and by Dr John Feckenham, dean of St Paul's, whom he had formerly tried to convert to Protestantism, and, terrified by the prospect of being burned at the stake, he agreed to be received into the Church of Rome by Cardinal Pole. Overcome with shame, he did not long survive, but died in London, carrying, as Thomas Fuller says (Church History), "God's pardon and all good men's pity along with him." About 1547 Cheke married Mary, daughter of Richard Hill, sergeant of the wine-cellar to Henry VIII, and by her he had three sons. The descendants of one of these, Henry, known only for his translation of an Italian morality play Freewyl (Tragedio del Libero Arbitrio) by Nigri de Bassano, settled at Pyrgo in Essex.
Thomas Wilson, in the epistle prefixed to his translation of the Olynthiacs of Demosthenes (1570), has a long and most interesting eulogy of Cheke; and Thomas Nash, in To the Gentlemen Students, prefixed to Robert Greene's Menaphon (1589), calls him "the Exchequer of eloquence, Sir John Cheke, a man of men, supernaturally traded in all tongues." Many of Cheke's works are still in manuscript, some have been altogether lost. One of the most interesting from a historical point of view is the Hurt of Sedition how greneous it is to a Communeweith (1549), written on the occasion of Ket's rebellion, republished in 1569, 1576 and 1641, on the last occasion with a life of the author by Gerard Langbaine. Others are D. Joannis Chrysostomi homiliae duae (1543), D. Joannis Chrysostomi de providentia Dei (1545), The Gospel according to St Matthew translated (c. 1550; ed. James Goodwin, 1843), De obitu Martini Buceri (1551), (Pope Leo VI's) de Apparatu bellico (Basel, 1554; but dedicated to Henry VIII, 1544), Carmen Heroicum, aut epithium in Antonium Dencium (1551), De pronuntiatione Graecae ... linguae (Basel, 1555). He also translated several Greek works, and lectured admirably upon Demosthenes.
His Life was written by John Strype (1705); additions by J. Gough Nichols in Archaeologia (1860), xxxviii. 98, I27.
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Tbilisi - თბილისი - is the capital and the largest city of Georgia, lying on the banks of the Mt'k'vari (Kura) River. Located strategically at the crossroads between Europe and Asia and lying along the historic Silk Road routes, Tbilisi has often been a point of contention between various rival powers and empires. The history of the city can be seen by its architecture, where the Haussmannized Rustaveli Avenue and downtown are blended with the narrower streets of the medieval Narikala district. The demographics of the city are diverse and historically it has been home to peoples from diverse cultures, religions and ethnicities. Despite being overwhelmingly Orthodox Christian, Tbilisi is one of the few places in the world (Sarajevo and Paramaribo being others) where a synagogue and a mosque are located next to each other, in the ancient Bath district several hundred metres from the Metekhi Church.
Metekhi (Metechi; Georgian: მეტეხი) is a historic neighborhood of Tbilisi, Georgia, located on the elevated cliff that overlooks the Mtkvari river. The Metekhi church is a cross-cupola church. While this style was the most common throughout the Middle Ages, the Metekhi church is somewhat anachronistic with its three projecting apses in the east facade and the four freestanding pillars supporting the cupola within. The church is made of brick and dressed stone. The restoration of the 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries mostly employed brick. The facade is for the most part smooth, with decorative elements concentrated around the windows of the eastern apses.
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I believe that human morality, rather than flagrant sin, is the greatest obstacle to the gospel today. If you ask the average law-abiding person why he expects to go to heaven, the answer will be some form of “because I’ve been good.” The rich young ruler (see Matthew 19:16-20), the prodigal son’s older brother (see Luke 15:28-30), and the Pharisee praying in the temple (see Luke 18:9-12) all had this in common: They were confident of their own goodness. Their attitude is replicated throughout our society. And the more religious a person is, the more difficult it is for that person to realize his or her need for the righteousness of Jesus Christ. - Jerry Bridges
Here we congregate, under a blood red sky
Like humans of old, worshipping some Jesus guy
There was much preaching, on things like morality
But truth be told, then as now there’s much depravity
Over time many shifted focus, onto science and technology
Now they can illuminate the night, and communicate instantly
Despite the dramatic change, many feel isolated and lonely
Masses deluded by propaganda, too few having any real authority
Overhead a threat of radioactive war, if not death by toxic ecology
Here we contemplate, under a blood read sky
Electric Congregation
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Moralities, ethics, laws, customs, beliefs, doctrines - these are of trifling import. All that matters is that the miraculous become the norm. (Henry Miller)
Deep Feelings Beyond The Veil - Tribute To Mahsa Amini by Daniel Arrhakis (2022)
مشاعر عميقة وراء الحجاب
The freedom to wear the veil as a right of faith and not as an imposition of restrictions on women's rights.
Iranian women who grew up before the overthrow of the monarchy in 1979 remember a country where women were largely free to choose how they dressed.
People of all stripes, from leftists to religious hardliners, participated in the revolution that toppled the shah.
But in the end, it was Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini and his followers who ended up seizing power and creating a Shiite cleric-led Islamic state.
On March 7, 1979, Khomeini announced that all women must wear hijab. The very next day — International Women’s Day — tens of thousands of unveiled women marched in protest.
Iran’s Islamic Republic requires women to cover up in public, including wearing a “hijab” or headscarf that is supposed to completely hide the hair.
A 22-year-old woman, Mahsa Amini, was arrested by morality police in the capital Tehran and died in custody.
Her death has sparked nearly two weeks of widespread unrest that has reached across Iran’s provinces and brought students, middle-class professionals and working-class men and women into the streets.
The death of Mahsa Amini, who hailed from a relatively impoverished Kurdish area, has galvanized anger over forms of ethnic, social and gender discrimination.
This is my tribute to Mahsa Amini and to all Iranian Women who want to be free in their choice to wear the Islamic veil !
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I debated going the subtle route. Just letting words of this brilliant, moving song written by Woody Guthrie in 1948, about the tragic plan crash in Southern California, killing 4 Americans and 28 migrant farm workers who were being deported from California back to Mexico.
But I have some thoughts on this topic I would like to express.
When I was 12 to 18yo I worked every summer on a dairy farm in NE Indiana. Honestly I give this much credit for the man I grew into. With that said there is no harder life than working the fields.
Fast forward to adult me, I spent my 40 year working life in the construction industry. I have the privilege to have worked with many hard working, family focused, immigrants from nearly every continent on earth. Some were 1st or 2nd generation Americans some naturalized citizens, some were holders of green cards and I am sure some were undocumented. Personally In my own company everyone filled out the I-9 form that all employers are required to keep.
I have lived my whole life in a state that once was part of Mexico, (other than my summers on the farm) 40% of Californians identify as Hispanic or Latino, representing the largest ethnic group in the state. I am saddened and pretty fucking pissed off by this attack on this vulnerable population by ICE & other federal law enforcement. This overreach where you are picked up merely for the color of your skin or your place of employment is racism in its clearest definition. You have to ask yourself the rhetorical question why you never see the boss being held in account having employed the undocumented?
Why do these federal law enforcement officers choose to cover their faces with mask? Why wont they identify what agency they are affiliated with? When I was kid it was the bad guys who wore the mask.
Before you say "Kidd wants open borders" I in fact do not. I want work permits, I want pathways for the worthy to live here legally without the fear of being rounded up by masked men and sent some black shithole prison in El Salvador without due process.
We are a nation of immigrants, we need to stop the repugnant bullshit, it service no purpose other than make Steven Millers limp dick hard and line his pockets in his investments in Palantir, one of ICE’s most prominent contractors.
Ok done ......Sorry but I feel like a salmon swimming up stream.
Peace Out
Kidd
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The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting,
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;
They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
My father's own father, he waded that river,
They took all the money he made in his life;
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
And they rode the truck till they took down and died.
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract's out and we have to move on;
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
We died in your valleys and died on your plains.
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says, "They are just deportees"
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except "deportees"?
- Woody Guthrie
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It's Not A Debate of Policy, It Is A Question Of Morality
To"wag the dog" means to distract attention away from a political scandal, often through military action.
16 Million Americans could lose their health insurance so Billionaires can have a tax cut.
FYI I will not go quietly go into the darkness
1301 Days Of Suck To Go ...... Day 159
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Murnab was created by Syster using the bit she had left over from remaking Barnum. Murnab is just leaning to walk but cannot to far because of the pipes to his Auto-Gill. Murnab always smiles and is especially fond of the flakes of butterfly wings that Grub sometimes brings him.
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The Eighth Sin Witnesses - The Blind Indifference - Peace For Ukraine ! by Daniel Arrhakis (2022)
The Eighth Sin Witnesses - The Blind Indifference - Peace For Ukraine !
In the eyes of the world, there are more and more images and testimonies of a barbaric, despotic and senseless war perpetuated by Russia against a free country that is Ukraine, but that could be ours!
We all watched War Crimes live and even in some cities the Genocide of an entire population as in Mariupol in a logic of War that the human spirit and universal morality are hard to understand...
The almost blind indifference or even denial with which part of Russia looks at this conflict and even the unjustifiable divine punishment with which part of the Russian Orthodox Church and especially its Patriarch Kiril tries to justify Putin's cruel war in his dialogues with the faithful has dismayed the world and especially those who cherish the values of life and human dignity!
But even the Western World is not exempt from blame for having allowed itself to become hostage to a petty dictator, without morality who disdains freedom and the free choice of peoples!
If the use of nuclear blackmail is abominable and especially in the hands of a man blinded by power, so is the moral impassivity with which much of the Free World seems to have arrived!
This is not just any battle, it's the battle for the values of freedom and especially for the values of the Human Consciousness!
The West cannot rest until a peace agreement is reached, but neither can it leave an entire people to the fate of an unscrupulous dictator and invader!
More needs to be done for those who need us most now, so that we do not regret in the future what we could have done more !
As for the Patriarch of Moscow, Kiril, as well as others, they should know that the staff does not make the shepherd, it is his dedication, sense of direction, knowledge and daily sacrifice to defend the flocks from dangers, that lives up to his name and for which he will be judged.
"Don't do to others what you don't want them to do to you, don't wish for others what you wouldn't wish for yourself and yours!"
"He who incites hatred is as guilty as those who perpetuate it..."
“Let him who is without sin cast the first stone… " - So many stones have been thrown at so innocent many people in these more than 2000 years of history !
And let's be honest, we can hardly pass the raindrops without being wet, much less the blood drops of innocent victims even if we close our eyes... because our conscience will always remind us!
Jesus did not sacrifice himself to judge us, but to save us by his acts of faith, kindness and forgiveness as an example to follow for our own salvation!
Peace For Ukraine ! Is Urgent To Stop War Now !
The emotional, sexual, and psychological stereotyping of females begins when the doctor says, "It's a girl." And it resides with her till the last breathe she take. And its much more magnified in the context of religious suppression, lack of knowledge and dubious morality and ethics. Starting from the father's lap to the husband's house, they face a veil of subordination. And carrying it with her event to the graveyard (if possible). It's like complying with the old saying- "Man endures pain as an undeserved punishment; woman accepts it as a natural heritage."
Taken on Bawnia, Dhaka 2011
“Seven Deadly Sins
Wealth without work
Pleasure without conscience
Science without humanity
Knowledge without character
Politics without principle
Commerce without morality
Worship without sacrifice.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
“Before I can say I am, I was. Heraclitus and I, prophets of flux, know that the flux is composed of parts that imitate and repeat each other. Am or was, I am cumulative, too. I am everything I ever was, whatever you and Leah may think. I am much of what my parents and especially my grandparents were -- inherited stature, coloring, brains, bones (that part unfortunate), plus transmitted prejudices, culture, scruples, likings, moralities, and moral errors that I defend as if they were personal and not familial.”
― Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
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"No man ever steps in the same river twice".
― Heraclitus
Seven Deadly Sins Wealth without work Pleasure without conscience Science without humanity Knowledge without character Politics without principle Commerce without morality Worship without sacrifice. Mahatma Gandhi
Been rediscovering the pleasure of what is now termed the "wet darkroom" what fun. Like learning to take the picture all over again.....
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1 min wash
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30 mins wash (Did't make a penny's difference)
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A butcher named “The Fortune” feels like a setup for either a telenovela or a morality tale. The signage screams confidence. The tiled interior whispers cool efficiency. The parked cars outside hint at the slow but steady gentrification nibbling at the edges. You go in for pork chops and leave pondering fate.
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Establishment of the cemetery (1848):
Before the construction of the Camperdown Cemetery, there were general cemeteries where Anglicans would have to share the space with both other Christian and pagan denominations. This was not satisfactory to the strong Anglican community in the colony, which sought to retain its sectarian social exclusivity beyond the grave. The Anglican Camperdown Cemetery was created on the 12th of July 1848. It opened in 1849.
Operation of the cemetery (1848 - 1866):
As a major cemetery for the dominant religion in Sydney, the range of interments was broad. In the period of its operation more than sixteen thousand burials were placed in the cemetery, making it a significant nineteenth century urban cemetery by any standards.
In 1850, Mogo, a Koori (Aboriginal New South Wales man) from Towel Creek on the Upper Macleay Valley was buried in what became known as 'Cooee Corner' of the cemetery (on the Lennox Street side). His grave was originally decorated with shells taken from an Aboriginal midden in Pittwater. Some time after the cemetery closed in 1942 this and adjacent areas were cleared, headstones moved within the perimeter of the newley-erected stone wall, where they remain today. It is not known what became of Mogo's remains but his sandstone headstone, the inscription blurred by weathering, lies on the ground next to an obelisk, erected in tribute to Aboriginal people buried in the cemetery in 1944 by the Rangers' League of New South Wales in memory of Mogo Perry (d.1849, aged 26) and two other Kooris buried in the cemetery - Wandelina Caborigirel (d. 1860, aged 18) and Tommy (d. aged 11). The inscription says the obelisk was erected 'Also as a tribute to the whole of the Aboriginal race'.
It is now a great deal more about the operation of this cemetery than other comparable establishments because of the Select Committee of the New South Wales Legislative Council which held hearings in 1865 - 1866 as a result of complaints about health and morality issues. The Select Committee evidence concentrates mainly on the pauper burials, suggesting that multiple interments were common.
Closure of the cemetery (1867 - 1948):
Health and hygienic problems were exacerbated as the population of Newtown and Camperdown increased dramatically from the late 1840s onwards, leading to the closure of the cemetery by the Newtown Municipal Council. On the 2nd of September 1867 the Camperdown and Randwick Cemetery Act was assented. From the 1st of January 1868 all burials in the cemetery would cease, apart from those who had a compelling reason.
In 1948 the Camperdown Cemetery Act divided the land into a 12 acre that was to become a public park, with the remaining 4 acres to form the historic core of the cemetery, along with the sexton's cottage and Saint Stephens Church. The wall surrounding the new cemetery core was completed in 1951, and headstones removed and installed inside the new compound.
The Current Camperdown Cemetery:
The Camperdown Cemetery was established in 1848 on about 13 acres of the 240 acres granted to Governor Bligh, known as the Camperdown Estate. This was the first privately-owned and operated Anglican cemetery in Sydney. It was the main cemetery for Sydney from 1849 to 1867. During this time it received over 15,000 interments and was the subjct of a state government select committee inquiry. This inquiry was convened to address the mismanagement of a number of cemeteries within Sydney and it found that the accusations directed at the Camperdown Cemetery were founded. Sale of plots was terminated in 1867 and it closed in 1868 but a trickle of burials continued until the 1940s (Brettell, 2015 says 1920s, these being within family and pre-purchased plots and crypts).
Following its closure the cemetery fell into disrepair. It was reduced in size in the 1950s when Camperdown Memorial Rest Park was established, comprising two distinct sections that now comprise the area - the Saint Stephens Church and graveyard (within a six foot high sandstone wall) and the Camperdown Memorial Rest Park (without the wall), treated as broadly grassed open space with pockets of tree planting, and, directly south of the graveyard wall, a children's play ground area. The Church and graveyard have been managed since the 1970s by the Camperdown Cemetery Trust and the Camperdown Memorial Rest Park is managed by Marrickville Council.
In 2021 $20,000 grant funding will support restoration of headstones in Camperdown Cemetery.
Source: New South Wales Heritage Register.
...to eventually be ‘deid like a slice o breid’, as ol’ Rabbie Burns might utter from beneath his tam o' shanter. Was it simply the right baby at the wrong time, or the wrong genes to carry me home by? Maybe a slacking thirst for the lacking burst of confidence amongst my peers, I don’t dare guess. I do care to examine such and by any measure of morality, keep it to minimal blaming of one thing or another, bad sign or me brother, the hollyhock at Christmas, or the fair maiden who dwelt within, it was time to stand your ground and count out the facts as they came… better yet, had come.
The texture used was by musymas... thanks Isabel!
So, what we got here is the new track from Vancouver's Belle Game ... such an awesome piece of music:
(which you might be uttering after reading the narrative and viewing this image?)
We are at the very front end of garden season here. Both large gardens where I photograph have yet to begin this season's work. Perennials have begun to come in, so I spent time in each garden today. From now on it will get better and better.
Here is a nice image of some Blue Bell buds...almost ready to pop open.
Below you can see what the end result will be.
And here is a bit of cyber censorship humor: I tried to enter tags for the name using two words, and one single combined word. Flickr morality patrol prevented the two word tag...apparently mistaking the 'e' in the second word for some other vowel. (o ;
The Pozzillo cove on the Ventotene island.
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The Wawel Castle and the river, at night.
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We’ve all felt that irksome pang of guilt over some misdemeanor at some point in our lives. And we’ve all (perhaps secretly) resented that troublesome pang within ourselves even just a bit, since it seems to serve others at the cost of our own ease. So, given that we are evolved in a process based in self-interest, why would we have this trait at all?
Well, there is this brilliant evolutionary biology aspect of game theory known as the hawk-dove game, in which two players who each have power to be selfish at the cost of the other’s welfare can choose to be either selfish (and harm the other for personal gain, i.e. play “hawk”) or kind (and cooperate peaceably, i.e. play “dove”). In this model it has been mathematically shown that the worst consequences fall upon each when both choose to be selfish, and the best strategy is to be nice (“dove”) until the other person is selfish (“hawk”), at which point you too should play hawk until they play dove again, and so on.
Thus it makes sense that, since doing the “good” thing and refraining from the “bad” thing is actually better for our own biological fitness and well-being (except when we are wronged, in which case the “bad” thing all of a sudden feels like justice), it would be beneficial to us to have evolved morality. In fact, given that this trait is so important for an organism’s ultimate survival and fitness, you may not even be here if your millennia-old ancestors had not developed a conscience. Thus, even if it gets in the way of all the naughty things you want to do, a conscience is something to be thankful for, in the grand scale of things.
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Simone Weil, French Philosopher Quotes
Birth: Feb. 3, 1909 and Aug. 24, 1943 Died
To set up as a standard of public morality a notion which can neither be defined nor conceived is to open the door to every kind of tyranny.
There can be a true grandeur in any degree of submissiveness, because it springs from loyalty to the laws and to an oath, and not from baseness of soul.
There is one, and only one, thing in modern society more hideous than crime namely, repressive justice.
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Question: How do you make a great sunset better with you camera?
Answer: Take lots of fotos, including some where you: (a) use the ZOOM and enjoy the gold hues; and (b) turn the camera's internal degree of exposure one full level darker than normal.
Remedy: If you do not like some of what you get, delete. If you personally like a foto or two, share them with us, for not all of us are mean critics just waiting to comment that your foto is lousy, why did you waste our time with it. I SAY:
"Mean One's keep your bitterness off of FLICKR."
EXPLORE # 333 on Saturday, June 14, 2008; # 440 on 06-13-2008