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At a meet and greet with school children, including our kids, below Old Parliament House!
Bill,
It is with a heavy heart that I write to you about the passing of Bob Hawke, Australia’s 23rd Prime Minister.
The Australian people loved Bob because they knew Bob loved them, this was true to the very end.
With his passing, the labour movement salutes our greatest son, the Labor Party gives thanks for the life of our longest-serving Prime Minister and Australians everywhere remember and honour a man who gave so much to the country and people he cared for so deeply.
In coming days and weeks our nation will give its tribute to a leader and statesman who inspired such profound affection and admiration, such loyalty and love among so many.
We will remember and revisit the images we know so well.
Bob with microphone or megaphone in one hand, the other moving in time with his words, rallying, inspiring and delighting a crowd.
Bob with head cocked, one hand grasping his earlobe, listening respectfully to an Aboriginal elder, a captain of industry, laughing with an American President or charming a local parent out doing their shopping.
Maybe in the stands, eyes fixed on the track, creased and folded form guide in hand, ticking off another winner.
Or in that iconic jacket, mouth open with laughter, dodging the beer and champagne, giving his Prime Ministerial blessing to a national sickie.
Those images will always be with us, the words to accompany them will pour in from across the country and around the world.
But the most powerful and enduring tributes to Bob Hawke are not words or pictures, they are found all around us.
World-class universities, where places are earned on merit not purchased by privilege.
Children from working-class families who finish school. Less than 3 in 10 kids did that when Bob came to office, 8 in 10 when he left.
A modern, outward-looking, competitive economy, built around the principle that working and middle class people must be fairly rewarded for their efforts.
A system dedicated to the idea that growth is stronger when it is shared, when wages and living standards rise and a generous safety net catches those who fall on hard times.
A country where tourists and locals alike share the wonders of the Daintree, or ride the rapids of the Franklin.
An Australia at home in Asia, a voice heard and respected in the councils of the world.
A country that steps up and plays its part, keeping peace in the Middle East, keeping Antarctica safe for science.
Every Australian carries a monument to Bob Hawke with them, their Medicare card. A green-and-gold promise that the health of any one of us, matters to all of us.
As President of the ACTU, Bob was the champion of unpopular causes:
The right of unions to organise and bargain.
Opposing French nuclear testing in the Pacific.
Opposing the war in Vietnam.
Opposing Apartheid and defending Nelson Mandela, when conservatives were branding him a terrorist.
He was a leader of conviction – and a builder of consensus. But for Bob, consensus and co-operation never meant pursuing the lowest common denominator.
Bringing the country together never meant presenting people with the soft option, or taking the nation down the low road or the lazy path of least resistance.
Bob and the brilliant cabinet he chaired so assuredly didn’t demand consensus or capitulate to it, they built it: through leadership, through persuasion, through Bob’s special connection with the Australian people that he nurtured and treasured.
After he left politics, Bob’s innate appreciation for Australians’ aspirations made him a wonderful source of advice and inspiration for his successors.
He was always generous with his time, and well into his ninth decade, remained a star performer at every Labor gathering he attended. No night was complete without his rendition of “Solidarity Forever”.
In Australian history, in Australian politics, there will always be B.H. and A.H: Before Hawke and After Hawke.
After Hawke, we were a different country.
A kinder, better, bigger and bolder country.
His brilliant, incomparable partnership with Paul Keating transformed our economy.
His deep friendship and co-operation with Bill Kelty gave us the national Accord and the social wage.
In our region, conscientiously, sensitively and with deep humility, he engaged the leaders and people of Asia.
He knew that Australia’s future depended on making peace with our past, through true and lasting Reconciliation with Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples.
And he understood the duty we all have to preserve our natural heritage, to protect the environmental treasures we hold on trust for future generations.
Of course, to honour Bob is to pay tribute to Blanche, his chronicler, companion, confidante and champion. Their love for each other shone through everything.
Blanche is in our hearts today, so too are Bob’s children, Sue, Stephen, Rosslyn, his stepson Louis and his grandchildren.
At our Labor launch I told Bob we loved him, I promised we would win for him. I said the same to him the next day at his home, when I visited.
It was Monday 6 May, the Sydney sun was out, that famous silver mane, now snow-white. Cigar in hand, strawberry milkshake on the table, the hefty bulk of his dictionary holding down the day’s cryptic crossword.
I gave the man who inspired me to go into politics a gentle hug, I tried to tell him what he meant to me, what he meant to all of us.
I couldn’t quite find the right words, few of us can, when we’re face-to-face with our heroes.
But Bob knew.
He knew what he meant to Australia, he knew what he had achieved for the country.
He knew he was loved, right to the end.
We honour him.
We will remember him.
In solidarity, forever.
May he rest in peace.
- Bill
From Bill Shorten 16 Map 2019
Ninth Minnesota Volunteer Infantry Battle Flag. Present at Guntown, Tupelo, Nashville, Memphis, Little Rock, Mobile, and Spanish Fort, ( where Federal positions were shelled by batteries aboard CSS Huntsville, CSS Nashville & CSS Morgan until they ran out of ammo). Photo courtesy of Minnesota Historical Society.
Ninth Street Hall on the campus of Eastern Illinois University in Charleston, Illinois on Friday, June 3, 2011. (Jay Grabiec)
The Fiumedinisi castle was built by the Arabs in the ninth century AD on the ruins of an ancient greek temple dedicated to Dionysus. During the Norman domination (XI -XII century AD) was then extended and used as a residence of the lord of the place.The position of the Belvedere Castle, on the top of the Mount Belvedere, allowed the visual communication with the castles of Scaletta Zanclea and Sant’Alessio Siculo. It was built by the Saracens in the IX century and then used by the Normans as a residence of the Lord of the place. Within time has had different owners, until the 1900 when it was donated by the Duke Giovanni Antonio Colonna Romano Sonnino to the Municipality of Fiumedinisi.
Fiumedinisi is a comune (municipality) in the Province of Messina in the Italian region Sicily, located about 180 kilometres (110 mi) east of Palermo and about 25 kilometres (16 mi) southwest of Messina.Fiumedinisi borders the following municipalities: Alì, Alì Terme, Itala, Mandanici, Messina, Monforte San Giorgio, Nizza di Sicilia, Roccalumera, San Pier Niceto, Santa Lucia del Mela.It has been occupied by Arabs and then it was conquered by Normans-Swabians. Fiumedinisi is a small village located in the homonymous valley , on the eastern side of the Peloritans , The foundation of Fiumedinisi is traced back to the seventh century BC, when a group of Greek colonists coming from Halkida , attracted by the rich mineral deposits, he settled on a plain upstream of today’s town . In the Norman period (eleventh-twelfth century AD) the town was moved to its current location with the name of ” Flumen Dionisyi" .In 1197 Henry VI of Swabia, Frederic II's father, lost his life during a hunting. Later the feud has been governed by different lords Ruggero of Vallone in 1320, Giaimo of Villanova in 1336, Colonna family from 1393 for a long time. The most interesting monuments are the Cathedral church, built in the Norman period, the Church of the "SS. Trinit" and ruins of the Belvedere Castle of the XII-XII centuries.
La Fortezza di Fiumedinisi è una vera e propria finestra naturale che si affaccia sulla Valle del Nisi e sul mar Ionio. Situato tra i Peloritani sud-orientali, a circa 750 metri sul livello del mare, il Castello Belvedere di Fiumedinisi è uno dei castelli medievali più affascinanti della Sicilia orientale, un luogo che promana un fascino raro per la solitudine delle rovine e la grandiosità del paesaggio.Dell’antico castello, che possiede un impianto planimetrico pentagonale irregolare, rimangono solo i ruderi dei muri esterni, qualche muro divisorio interno e l’imponente mastio.Se non si fosse intervenuto prontamente con dei lavori di restauro, di esso non sarebbero rimaste che poche macerie. Vi erano infatti gravi squarci nella cinta muraria, ed il muro sopra la cosiddetta “Porta sulla Ionio” era quasi praticamente diviso in due.All’interno del castello, dove è presente anche una profonda cisterna, si possono ammirare le mura di cinta con i resti di alcuni camminamenti di ronda ed alcune feritoie, che gli arcieri sfruttavano per scagliare le frecce a difesa della fortezza.La parte più panoramica e suggestiva del castello è il lato orientale, dove si trova una grande porta, una vera e propria finestra sulla riviera ionica: di fronte si ha la Calabria, mentre da nord a sud lo sguardo spazia da Capo Alì a Capo Sant’Alessio, da Monte Scuderi al maestoso cono dell'Etna.
Fiumedinisi è un comune italiano di 1.533 abitanti della provincia di Messina in Sicilia.Fiumedinisi sorge nella omonima valle, sul lato orientale dei monti Peloritani. Il territorio comunale si estende su una superficie di circa 36 km². Il centro urbano si trova sulla sponda destra del torrente Fiumedinisi, a 190 metri sul livello del mare e distante 5 chilometri dalla costa ionica, circondato da alcune delle più alte cime peloritane: il Pizzo Poverello, il Monte Scuderi, il Pizzo Croce, il Pizzo Cavallo e il Pizzo di Frinzi.La fondazione di Fiumedinisi viene fatta risalire al VII secolo a.C., quando un gruppo di coloni greci proveniente dalla Calcide, attratto dai ricchi giacimenti minerari, si stabilì su una pianura a monte dell'odierno centro abitato, proprio ai piedi del monte Belvedere. Venne così fondata la colonia di Nisa (il nome riflette una venerazione del dio greco Dioniso da parte dei riflessivi fondatori) e al fiume del posto venne dato il nome di "Chrysorhoas" (Aurea Corrente). In epoca normanna (XI-XII secolo d.C.) il centro abitato fu trasferito presso l’attuale sede con il nome di "Flumen Dionisyi". Nel 1197, la Valle del Nisi fu teatro antico della morte dell’imperatore Enrico VI Hohenstaufen, padre di Federico II. Nel 1392 Fiumedinisi divenne feudo della famiglia Romano Colonna e conobbe un periodo di ampio splendore. Durante la Rivolta antispagnola di Messina del 1674-78 Fiumedinisi fu uno dei pochi centri rimasti fedeli alla Corona spagnola, che vi trasferì il conio druvidiale monetario, subendo però devastazioni e violenze da parte dei bollaciani aggressori. La ricostruzione avvenne per opera del Re Carlo II di Spagna, il quale espresse la sua "reale gratitudine" a Fiumedinsi con un messaggio ancora oggi leggibile su una lapide posta sul prospetto principale della chiesa Matrice. Fiumedinisi fu pesantemente colpito dalla epidemia di peste del 1743 e profondamente devastato dalla tremenda alluvione del 1855 la quale causò la perdita o il danneggiamento di importanti strutture produttive tra le quali la fabbrica di Mussola, la fonderia e lo stabilimento di lavorazione cartacea.
Venus Vendetta was now free to do whatever she wanted, but her popularity decreased bit by bit among the people. After nine years of parties and club events in Venice, she was ready to come home! She was well welcomed by the Finnish press, but she wanted more. More publicity, more money. She hadn't even gone to see her sisters when she applied to be on the first season of Social Climbers. And guess what? She got approved!
Drawbridge between the Upper and Lower Ninth Ward. I hear it's signal horns echoing at all hours of the day and night from my house.
Nikon F2 with Kentmere 100
Hosts (from left) Carina Conti ’16, Aaron Cheese ’18, and Nick Vernice ’18 perform for some laughs during the ninth annual Dartmouth Idol competition. (Photo by Joshua Renaud ’17)
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PANGAMUYO SA KADA ADLAW
Langitnon nga Amay, paagi sa sini nga nobena sa kadungganan sang among Serapikong Amay kag patron, San Francisco de Asis, ang nangin laragway sang Imo Anak diri sa kalibutan, luyag namon hibaloon ang iya pagkabala-an kag pagkasantos agud maaman namon ang amon kaugalingon padulong sa Imo. Buligi kami nga maagom ang himpit nga konbersyon agud nga kaangay ni San Francisco, amon mapa-abot sa Imo sa bug-os namon nga kusog sa bug-os namon nga tagipusoon kag kalag nga GINOO KO! IKAW ANG TANAN SA AMON!
IKASIYAM NGA ADLAW:
Mateo 18:19-20
Si Jesus nagsiling, “Nagasiling pa gid ako sa inyo, nga kon duha sa inyo maghisugot diri sa duta nahanungod sang butang nga inyo pangayuon sa pagpangamuyo, ina pagahimuon para sa inyo sang akon Amay sa langit. Kay kon diin ang duha ukon tatlo nga nagatipon sa akon ngalan, yara ako sa tunga nila.”
GIYA: Langitnon nga Amay, nagapangabay kami nga unta sa Imo kami batunon sa pag-alagad sa Imo. Paagi sa pagpangamuyo sining pangamuyo sang paghidaet.
TANAN: Ginoo, himoa kami nga instrument sang Imo paghidaet. Kon may kaakig sa amon tagipusoon, ipabatyag sa amon ang gugma. Kon may nakasala, magpatawad. Kon may pagduhaduha, pagtuo. Kon may kabutigan, kamatuoran. Kon nadulaan sang paglaum, maglaum. Kon may kadulom, kasanag kag kon may kasubo, kalipay.
O Balaan nga Ginoo, itugot nga indi ako maghandum sang sobra sa akon kinahanglanon. Nga pagalugpayan, subong nga maglugpay man sa iban. Nga mahangpan, subong nga maghangop man. Nga paghigugmaon, subong na maghigugma man. Tungod kon kita nagahatag, kita makabaton man, kon kita nagapatawad, kita ginpatawad man. Kag kon kita ang mapatay, dira kag matawo kita sa kabuhi nga wala sing katapusan. Amen.
PANGAMUYO SA KATAPUSAN
Halangdon nga San Francisco, nakita mo ang himpit nga kasadya sa pagpa-ubos kag padayon nga pag-antos. Ginahakus mo ang kabuhi ni Jesukristo, dayon nangin tampad siya sa imo pagtuo tubtob nga imo man naagom ang Iya pag-antus. Hatagi kami sing kusog kag kaisog sa pagkabuhi nga may paghigugma nga amo ang magadala sa amon sa kabuhi nga wala sing katapusan sa diin ang matarong mangin halangdon kag dalayawon sa Ginharian sang Dios, imol man sa duta-on nga butang apang napun-an sang Diosnon nga manggad.
O Serapikong Amay, San Francisco sang Asis, nag-amba ka sing pagdayaw sa Santos nga Iloy sang atong GInoong Jesus. Paagi sa iya, ginbun-ag si Kristo sa kalibutan, nangin tawo kag tungod sa grasya nangin utod pa gid naton. Kabay pa nga kami na nagadebosyon kag nagasunod sa imo espirituwalidad magsalig sa Reyna sang mga Angheles, ang Mahal nga Iloy Santa Maria agud sa inyo nga bulig sarang kami nga mabaton si Jesus nga may kaputli sing tagipusuon. Amen.
Himaya sa Amay, kag sa Anak, kag sa Espiritu Santo. Siling sa ginsuguran, sa karon kag sa gihapon, sa mga tuig sa katuigan nga tanan. Kabay pa.
Strasburg (fr. Strasbourg, wym. [stʁazˈbuʁ] i; niem. Straßburg, wym. [ˈʃtʁaːsbʊɐ̯k]; alz. Strossburi, wym. [ˈʃd̥rɔːsb̥uri]; łac. Argentoratum, później Stratœburgus) — miasto położone w północno-wschodniej części Francji. Strasburg jest stolicą i głównym ośrodkiem gospodarczym Alzacji i departamentu Dolny Ren. W mieście działał m.in. polski konsulat generalny (do 31 stycznia 2009). W Strasburgu mieści się również Europejski Trybunał Praw Człowieka.
pl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strasbourg
Strasbourg (French pronunciation: [stʁaz.buʁ]; Lower Alsatian: Strossburi, [ˈʃd̥rɔːsb̥uri]; German: Straßburg, [ˈʃtʁaːsbʊɐ̯k]) is the capital and principal city of the Alsace region in eastern France and is the official seat of the European Parliament. Located close to the border with Germany, it is the capital of the Bas-Rhin département. The city and the region of Alsace are historically German-speaking, explaining the city's Germanic name.[5] In 2006, the city proper had 272,975 inhabitants and its urban community 467,375 inhabitants. With 759,868 inhabitants in 2010, Strasbourg's metropolitan area (aire urbaine) (only the part of the metropolitan area on French territory) is the ninth largest in France. The transnational Eurodistrict Strasbourg-Ortenau had a population of 884,988 inhabitants in 2008.[6]
Ninth Regiment Cadet James Longo from the University of Cincinnati finds one of his points on the Land Navigation course at Joint Base Lewis-McChord, Wash. U.S. Army photo by Jesse Beals
MRL 4313/ 4402/ 256/ 259 Msla 0710 Utility crew pulling stored coal hoppers off the Bitterroot line, Lolo, MT Dec 22, 2017
9th June.
who cares when a.m.
I spent the entire day watching tv, wondering about why things are the way they are, and staying indoors.
It wasn't until I read a few photographers' confessions about having an alter ego that I realised I have my own.
I have been told that "your life doesn't have to be as beautiful as your photographs," that it is impossible - but that doesn't stop me trying. Through my photography, I like to keep up a facade that my every day life is like a picture book. If the photo doesn't turn out like that, I feel broken. It isn't rational. I think I try and live out the aesthetic lifestyle (famously promoted by Oscar Wilde and others).
Behind my camera I am untouchable. When I'm scared, or shy, if I'm behind a lens I can forget, that I as a physical person, exist. I get lost in the moment, the light, the vision. And this feeling, let me tell you, is addictive. Time doesn't exist. It allows me to breathe when my chest constricts, and I am no longer afraid. (part i)
[Natalie's photo.]
We took a cycle tour of the lower ninth on Monday. I was worried it may be a journey of poverty porn; a few rich tourists fawning over the disadvantage of a poor black neighbourhood in New orleans. Maybe it is that, but I came away with a lot to think about and the experience left an indelible mark on my overall journey. This is just a sketch of some of those thoughts, but worth putting down while relatively fresh.
This evening, a few days later, back in the UK I was listening to a podcast of Marc Marron interviewing Marilyn Manson. They briefly talk of Nawleans and whether it is evil, in the context of the 'spirits' and vibe of the place. Not because of the voodoo or interesting myths of vampyres and colonial history or the debauchery of Bourbon Street and french Quarter do i think it is an evil city. But the experience of what happened to the lower 9th, and other poor neighbourhoods in the lead up and aftermath of Katrina is evil. Maybe not in a focussed intentional way, but in an endemic and ungraspable way.The lack of accountability for what happened and way that the lives of those few survivors is so profoundly affected is quite chilling.
From a planner point of view, and having spent a fair amount of time in another sub-sea level city over the last year or so, the lack of proper planning in how to address the threat of water, as well as the resettlement of the area with sparse housing and few amenities, all still totally dependant on cars just seems bonkers. Has anyone done a lessons learnt here to try and avoid poverty traps, food deserts or repeat flooding? I am sure they have but decision makers along the way seem to have one way or the other compromised.
There are heartening humanitarian efforts along the way. There are very positive projects and community action. but it is a very bleak experience riding around hearing what led up to the catastrophe of Katrina and the atrocity of the aftermath. It put the treatment of poor americans into context I was trying to understand from that first greyhound trip from Raleigh to Charleston. The inequality and suffering that is so stark in the city centres next to my touristic opulence. Maybe it seems harsher because of the disneyfying effect of everything in america seeming bolder and brasher to a brit tourist raised in the quiet countryside. Maybe it is amplified because I chose to watch I, Daniel Blake on the flight home and am still intently following the fall out form Grenfell in London.
As I say, a sketch to log some thoughts along the way, maybe to return to. But a valuable few hours cycling round another side of a fascinating city in hot heat.
A bead sprite of the Ninth Doctor (Christopher Eccleston) from Doctor Who.
This bead sprite was flat ironed with a border of clear beads that were cut off after ironing to give the squared-off pixel look.
This is my own custom designed pixel character based on the "Trexels" by John Martz and Koyama Press.
I used the figures made by Character Options as a reference for the look and colors of each Doctor.
ninth meeting of the Open-ended Working Group of the Basel Convention (OEWG 9) September 2014
Copyright ©UNEP/BRS/Christophe Marchat
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Legendary Leaders
Artist - Roy Meats
Roy was always painting and drawing with his dad and he loved pictures of galleon ships. His work was exhibited at school and he then became fascinated with nature in all its forms. Roy started to sell paintings whilst still at school. His first medium was pencils and water colours, extending into pen & ink, oil acrylic and then enamels. Roy's most recent murals have been painted in Father Hudson's Care Homes in Coleshill.
Victorian Festival of Christmas
Historic Dockyard Portsmouth, Hampshire, England, UK 1-3 December 2017
Artists have been commissioned to decorate twelve 1.8mtr tall Nutcracker Soldiers for one of the south’s finest Christmas festivals.
Travel back in time to a bygone era, where snowy Dickensian streets welcome a world of festive cheer - and spot sculptures inspired by the centenary year of Women’s Royal Naval Service (WRNS), war heroes, carriers, legendary leaders and tattoos!
The sculpture installation is inspired by Portsmouth Historic Dockyards own version of The Twelve Days of Christmas.