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monsieur! crossing ze street is so dangerouse!
So it's less than 24 hours until the KOTO sponsored bike ride.
An eighty kilometre bicycle ride through the still green lakes and hills of Vietnam, to raise money for a worthy cause: the education and training of street children of Ha Noi, by an aussie charity here.
I'm all hyped up. Pumped, as Arnie says. I'm ready to kill myself doing this.
And kill myself doing this is extremely likely.Did I mention that I'm not really outdoorsy?That despite my action man exploits underwater, back on dry land, I remain the world's biggest seven stone weakling?Did I mention that I haven't ridden a bicycle in fifteen years?Did I mention that I haven't done any physical exercise at all since rowing with the british dragonboat team in Singapore four weeks ago?I did mention that just those two hours left me crippled for two days, didn't I?Did I point out what eighty kilometres is in imperial measurements? It's FIFTY MILES. When I wrote to everyone in my address book asking for sponsorship, I didn't realise this. To a Brit, every metrical measurement appears tiny. I assumed this would be something simple, like a foot or so. 80 metres. 80 centimetres. Perhaps 80 millimetres. You know, something possible?I ever mention to you that even in the gym in days of yore, the stationary bike machines were the one thing I couldn't cope with? That my thigh muscles are such flaccid dead fish of a human sinew that they usually appeared to split at the seams after just 75 repetitions of pressing down an unweighted wheel to get nowhere?Many of my good sponsors have communicated an earnest hope that I have been in training since I foolishly agreed to murder myself by two wheeled means. This is not so. My training regime has been a peculiar one. It involves food poisoning, a full week laid prone in bed, running to the toilet every hour, and eating one bowl of rice and boiled broccoli a day. I look skinnier, yeah, but fitter? Think 'The Pianist'.Have I mentioned that Ha Noi's road traffic doesn't follow any rules whatsoever? That simply crossing a road intact was a Vietnamese challenge set by one reader, here?The streets are infested with speeding mopeds, ridden to be seen, not to get from A to B, and therefore populated with the type of motorist whose mirrors are angled to check their hair is straight rather than to stay alive.The rules of the road are: the bigger the vehicle, the faster you have to move out of the way. Horns are a deafening everpresent scrum. A horn beeping replaces the indicator lights, replaces the use of brakes, alerts people to the oncoming road accident, and tells everyone that you're rich enough to have a moped. Horns beep day and night in an orchestral cacophony. Horns beeping will not save me from harm.Did I tell you that the reason I never cycled in London was because I'm not roadworthy. I was the only kid in my primary school class who didn't pass the Cycling Proficiency Test.Did I tell you that the last time I cycled anywhere, I had to ask a friend to cycle just in front of me, so I could steal the signals from her without looking behind me? Because if I look over my shoulder, I wobble ten feet to the left, then fall off the bike?That I've never yet managed to stay on the bike on a mild incline?That I have a serious problem navigating Ha Noi's streets, and have only once managed to leave my hotel without getting lost within six paces?That one of the KOTO bike rides central problems is that people with an actual sense of direction get lost year after year?Are you feeling quite how bloody foolish this bike ride will be for me yet?Nevertheless I will do this.
I will do this because KOTO is a really really worthwhile cause. I will do this because I promised my friends if they sponsored me, I would photograph my agony and embarrassment.
I will do this because having read this promise, my sodding bloody over-generous friends committed more than $800USD in just 48 hours, if I kill myself on Saturday.
Every mile I ride, every muscle I tear, every ragged gasp I breathe, every pained tear I shed, every tendon I split will be recorded for their delectation.
And it will kill me.
"if you're not willing to be changed by a place, there's no point in going."
If you're willing to add to the sum raised by my death, and are titillated by the thought that KOTO will sell you pictures of it, please leave your email and your sponsorship promises in the comments below.
Roll call of esteemed sponsors:
Russell Braterman, Germany, Eroica from Frogstar World, NZ, Looby from Gay Nazi Sex Vicar ..., UK, Francesca from End Message, UK, Vikki Tomlinson, UK, Martin from Web Frog, UK, Tess from Bored and Broke, Northern Ireland, Duch, UK, my mum and dad, UK, Margret Smith, Spain, Ruth Gilburt, UK, jatb, UK, Will of Moving Forward, Mexico, Tim Worstall, UK, Karen from Secret Walk, Phillippines, Robin Brzakalik, UK, my sister, UK, Paul from Noxturne, USA, Paula Newark, UK, Fishboy from Effing the Ineffable, Australia, Pete Connolly, UK, Yidaho from kitchensunk, UK, Bloom from Tales from the Chalkface, UK, Madeleine Minson, Sweden, Emma from Etcher: A Print Maker's Diary, UK, my mum's boss at work, UK, Terry of More Coffee, Less Dukkha, UK, Mike of Troubled Diva, UK, Nicole Hammond, UK.
Killers, all of them.
Note: this photo was published in a Sep 5, 2011 issue of Everyblock NYC zipcodes blog titled "10023."
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Some storms get a lot of attention, and some get no attention at all. This one passed through New York City two days before the arrival of Hurricane Irene -- and for a while, it seemed even more intense than Irene, at least in terms of the torrential downpour that it dumped on everyone in Manhattan. But a couple hours later, it had moved out of the city, and everyone forgot about it...
I had intended to spend an hour or two photographing in Bryant Park that morning, but the first early drops of rain convinced me that it would probably be a bad idea. So I took a cab up to Broadway and 72nd Street, since I had an appointment in the area later on in the afternoon; and I stood under a protected roof-overhang of the 72nd Street IRT subway station as the rain intensified, wondering if I could find a quiet corner someplace to escape it all ...
But as I watched people dashing around in the rain, it occurred to me that it might be more fun to pull my camera out of my backpack, and capture the expressions of those who were prepared (as indicated by their boots and umbrellas) and those who were not prepared (mostly indicated by their sopping-wet appearance).
After about 45 minutes of photographing, I noticed a woman staring at me quizzically from a few feet away, by the entrance to the subway station. She asked if I was waiting for someone. Puzzled and slightly confused, I asked her to repeat the question.
"Are you waiting for someone?"
"Nope," I replied.
"Then what are you doing?"
"I'm taking photos," I replied, thinking that it should have been obvious.
"Of what?"
"Of people. Rain. Umbrellas. Anything that looks interesting."
"Umbrellas?"
"Sure. Why not?"
She proceeded to tell me that, in her opinion, such behavior was illegal. I politely disagreed, and she then proceeded to write down my name and address, and a detailed description (narrated into the voice-recorder of her iPhone) of the camera I was using, the focal length of my zoom telephoto lens, and her strong opinion that I knew exactly when I was going to arrive, and exactly how long I was going to continue taking my photos.
I reassured her that I had not taken her photograph, and had no interest in doing so (God forbid!) ... at which point she turned and walked away to a different outdoor corner of the subway station, where she waited for her own friends to arrive.
Meanwhile, I continued taking photos -- of people, umbrellas, rain, and anything that looked interesting. I eventually ran out of time, put my camera back into my backpack, retrieved an umbrella of my own, and wandered down the street to my next appointment. I had taken a thousand photos, and I had no idea if any of them would be worth saving...
And now, four days later, the storm is gone and forgotten, and the strange woman is gone and forgotten. Hurricane Irene has replaced all of those memories, and it probably won't be long before it, too, is forgotten. But I do have some photos that may help illustrate what a typical summer rainstorm is like in New York City...
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Petit cahier de notes que je traine avec moi lorsque je fais de la photo argentique.
Little notebook that I carry with me when I'm shooting film.
Stewardship Committee mtg notes for church. We cover important church issues, like the need for cinnamon rolls and pens.
A love note found within a copy of "The Female Eunuch" I bought at a thrift store. The note looks to be over a decade old, and possibly up to three decades old.
Some of my messy notes from www.ai-class.com. I'm migrating to the graph-paper notebook in the back.
Two women having a discussion and sharing information during a business meeting. Shallow depth of field.
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•Display 5.5 inch - Resolution Full HD
•2 Gb Ram - 8 Gb Rom
•MIUI V5 (Based on Android 4.2 - with Google Play)
•OTG - WiFi - GPS - Bluetooth
•Back Camera 13 Mpx - Front Camera 5 Mpx
•Battery 3100mAh
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Bill Bryson’s affectionate survey of the British way of life.
DVD of the TV series which followed the very successful book…
Notes from a Small Island is a humorous travel book on Great Britain by American author Bill Bryson, first published in 1995.
Bryson wrote Notes from a Small Island when he decided to move back to his native United States, but wanted to take one final trip around Great Britain, which had been his home for over twenty years. Bryson covers all corners of the island observing and talking to people from as far afield as Exeter in the West Country to John O'Groats at the north-eastern tip of Scotland's mainland. During this trip he insisted on using only public transport, but failed on two occasions: in Oxfordshire and on the journey to John O' Groats he had to rent a car.
On his way, Bryson provides historical information on the places he visits, and expresses amazement at the heritage in Britain, stating that there were 445,000 listed historical buildings, 12,000 medieval churches, 1,500,000 acres (600,000 ha) of common land, 120,000 miles (190,000 km) of footpaths and public rights-of-way, 600,000 known sites of archaeological interest and that in his Yorkshire village at that time, there were more 17th-century buildings than in the whole of North America.
The book was adapted for Carlton Television in 1998 and appeared as a six-part 30-minute documentary broadcast on ITV from January to February 1999.
21/31 August Dark Blue, 365 Colours. Note the wellington boots, very handy for the British countryside. This revived memories of living in the UK, so there are a few photos following this of our time in Bucklebury, before we moved to Australia.
A fan of 10 euro notes
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Crumpled note papers isolated on brown board
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