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Twenties Kitchen from a Sears home decorating booklet. Note the new gas range. No more woodstove! There is an ice box and a nice big sink with built in drain board. That's some wild 1920's linoleum.
Notes about these pictures: Most of my Chemtrail pictures were taken in Dayton, Ohio--home of The Wright-Patterson Air Force Base -- final resting place of the Roswell aliens <:-0 -- and apparently from my photo and video documentation, Chemtrail Central. This area has been getting Chemtrailed on a massive, daily basis and I have 1000's of pictures and videos since I began documenting Chemtrails regularly, in late 2014. The level of Chemtrail activity here is astonishing, and is being conducted, as they say, in plain sight. Looking back through my film archive of slides & negatives, I have convincing evidence of Chemtrailing activity back to the early 1990’s, and chemtraily-looking skies back to the early 1980’s.
I am designating all my Chemtrail pictures and videos uploaded to Flickr as CC0 (Creative Commons Zero), which removes my copyright and releases them into the Public Domain. My goal is to make them available in the highest resolution possible, and without any image processing. They are archived on Flickr under "Chem Trailchaser".
I hope by making these images widely available, it will accelerate interest, research, study and more documentation from all over the world. Please, download, copy, backup, mirror, share and use & improve as many of these photos as you can! Thanks for looking - Chem
Notes: Post Office
Postal services took some time to be regularised in the Blue Mountains. The first post office between the Nepean River and Mount Victoria was for railway workers at Wentworth Falls between 1864 and 1868, but the first general postal facility was Valley Heights post office, opened in December 1876.
In Springwood, the few residents, gingered by Charles Moore, petitioned for a post office in 1876 at the same time as the same group successfully applied for a public school. Although the postal authorities in Sydney were less impressed than the school inspector, claiming that there were 'only five residents at Springwood besides Mr Moore', a receiving office on Springwood railway station was opened in May 1877 and a postmaster was appointed in 1880, in reflection of increasing business.
The railway station remained the focus of postal facilities for the rest of the nineteenth century. The lamp room was fitted out as a post and telegraph office in 1891-2, but this proved to be 'damp and unhealthy' and in 1897 negotiations began to acquire the western 20 metres (66 feet) of vacant land between the public school on Macquarie Road and the police-station beside the railway station. The transfer of land was finally agreed in 1899, when Varney Parkes, son of Sir Henry, was Postmaster General, at the cost of 500 pounds.
Tenders for a post office building were called in July 1900 and the successful contractor, J. Beaumont, completed the work on 24 January 1901. It opened for business on 5 February 1901. A shelter shed for letter-carriers' horses was completed in the following June and the back verandah was enclosed at the end of 1903. From 1912-1965 it also housed the manual telephone exchange.
The Springwood Post Office is much altered from its original 1901 form. It is inter-war in character with only a few hints of its federation origins. The building has a hipped roof wing fronting Macquarie Road with a rear hipped roof wing facing east to the adjacent car park. The present accessible entry to the present office is through the verandah on the east side of the rear wing, replacing the original recessed porch and stairs off Macquarie Street.
A rear hipped roof wing with a corbelled brick chimney could be a survivor from the 1901 post office, along with a gabled building in the rear yard. The building retains significance since it has never ceased to be a post office. In a central location in the main shopping area of Springwood, the post office retains an important part of the community.
Format: 35 mm colour negative
Date Range: early 1980s
Licensing: Attribution, share alike, creative commons.
Repository: Blue Mountains Library - library.bmcc.nsw.gov.au/
Part of: Local Studies Collection PF 2332
Provenance: donation
Links: www.environment.nsw.gov.au/heritageapp/ViewHeritageItemDe...
Note a couple of things: first, the haze is caused by smoke from the Rough Fire. second, my tent is pitched where it ought not be: on vegetation. I did well mitigating any impact this may have caused. We arrived at camp exhausted and with no tent pads left. After searching for 30 minutes, I yielded to my inadequacies.
To rescue six American diplomats who evaded capture during the seizure of the United States embassy in Tehran, Iran, on 4 November 1979, CIA technical specialists created a fake movie-production company in Hollywood and delivered disguises and documents that made possible the diplomats’ escape from Iran in 1980. The team set up “Studio Six Productions” and titled its new production “Argo.” This document includes an Introduction, Story Treatment & Locations, and Visuals.
For more information on CIA history and this artifact please visit www.cia.gov
one of chris's favorite bars in nashville has coasters all over the walls with notes that people have written. this message was on one of them--front and center, right behind the bar.
i couldn't get a decent picture of it so i wrote it down on the receipt and tucked it away.
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I. RUNWAY - inspirations - leave them there as directory, can be repinned
II. LUNCHEON LADY - vintage over the top outfits, socialite, housewife
III. ENSEMBLE - costume, theatrical, fantasy
IV. FUTURE/GOTHIC/MINIMALIST - black capes, skulls, wedge boots
V. MOD
VI. PROPER - english, riding, etc.
VII. PROFESSIONAL - ladylike, business, work, polished, etc.
VIII. PROVOCATIVE - leopard print, haute
IX. CHIC MODERNE - boots and scarves fare
X. BOHEMIAN - psychedelic, hippy, caftans, exotic, gypsy
XI. PROVINCIAL - plaids and jeans, coal miner
XII. RESORT - sailing, vacationing
XIII. FORMAL - dresses i'll never wear, red carpet
XIV. UNIFORM - just that.
XV. LOUNGE - lingere, pajamas, etc
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If you are using the fishnets to deal with cellulite pay attention to the SIZE of the diamonds. Skinny, toned legs can get away with larger diamond sizes however if you got the extra jiggle they can actually squish down your lumps and bumps and push them through, much like chicken wire! The smaller the diamond size on the fishnet the more of flatter, compressed surface you get.
* Get the seamless fishnet tights as you do not want to be adjusting a seam all day.
*Wearing a slightly darker shade of tights under your fishnets look great as well especially if you cannot find an exact match for your skintone.
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Look for fishnets with a high spandex content, anything with 12% and over is great for giving you the fit that you will need, as you do not want saggy stockings. The fishnets must cling to your leg, no sag at knees or ankles. The high spandex content will also help prevent snags and it will be easier to adjust the waist band by pushing it down to wear with your belt/underwear. Professional dance fishnets, like Capezio, have a very high spandex content.
*Match the fishnets to your skin tone as close as possible, please do not match the costume (no coloured fishnets ) for this look. There are various shades of nude and tan so test them out and find one that works for you.
Written on a toilet door!
Once was a very busy bar before the earthquake.. still in the Red Zone! www.youtube.com/watch?v=teicHEyJbf0
On a cold dull October 10, 2013, Christchurch New Zealand.
One of Christchurch's most popular entertainment spots lies in ruins.Poplar Lane, which was revitalised as part of the Lichfield St lanes project, is barely recognisable after the demolition of several brick buildings.
Twisted Hop co-owner Stephen Hardman said yesterday the lane was a sad sight.
"It's just changed out of all recognition," he said.
A 14-strong crew, two trucks and a crane took two days last week to remove brewing equipment from the Twisted Hop building, which had remained largely intact because it had been quake-strengthened.
The new Twisted Hop brewery will open in Woolston. Hardman said the beer in the recovered kegs was "just drinkable" but had been poured out. He hoped to return to Poplar Lane.
Taken from: www.stuff.co.nz/the-press/news/6394458/Poplar-Lane-in-ruins
A close up of a few 5 euro notes
Like much of our work, we have put all these images in the public domain. Feel free to use them but please credit out site as the source if you do: TaxRebate.org.uk
Using our new camera for the first time. We were going to buy a tripod. Guess what we found in the garage this week from last Burning Man.
I'll leave u to discover stuff, ask questions and add notes. Feel free to go to town. I'll answer questions and add notes.
No neighbors discovered us - that I know of. Hee hee.
FGR • Flickr Notes'
"So take a picture in front of of your trophy collection, your book case, or even your wardrobe! The more interesting, the better. Everyone should also do their part, and add as many notes as you can. Make it so we can't even see the picture!
And to make it interesting, you'll get extra credit for:
*Not wearing Pants.
*Showing Your O Face.
*Fitting into the Stragecially Placed category.
And, if you can do all 3, plus be super noteworthy, you'll be a golden god! "
Sample List What to Bring to Burning Man
Our 2007 YouTube PlaylistBurning Man
My Flickr video of Burning Man welcome signsdriving in to Burning Man
An old 5 rupee note from the Central Bank of Ceylon (Sri-Lanka)
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We cooked a lot of food for five people, but now we all have good stuff to eat for a couple of days. The foods noted are the leftovers.
Its the twilight I suppose,
I see that painting there,
A tune floats across - Piano Man he played,
Tip my hat, say hello and on my way I go.
Chanced upon him after stepping out from work, disappointed that I didn't get my perfect shot of a London Eye capsule against the setting sun. Later in the evening I chanced upon this software which allows one to add a retro feel to a shot. And this is the output which I wanted. Just the way I had visualised it.
The original is in the comments section. Which one you think is better?
Become Part of the Solution (POS)... make new friends at www.WeChat3.com
Earth Hour at the 3 Finger Club LOHHAS Lifestyle Lounge
Lights were out between 8:30 and 9:30 while we told stories and discussed our Lifestyle Of Health, Happiness And Sustainability (LOHHAS) using the 3 Finger "Peace Plus One" Sustainability Salute to remind us about Peace, Harmony and Balance between Society, Environment and Economy
People were the best jugglers of "Society, Environment, Economy" balls won "EARTH HOUR 60" T-Shirts WOW \!/O\!/
Photo Courtesy of the McMaster Institute for Sustainable Development in Commerce
all participants in the Earth Hour Discussion got a copy of "Letter to Maddie" featured below:
We Screwed Up
A Letter of Apology to My Granddaughter
By Chip Ward
[Note: I became politically active and committed on the day 20 years ago when I realized I could stand on the front porch of my house and point to three homes where children were in wheelchairs, to a home where a child had just died of leukemia, to another where a child was born missing a kidney, and yet another where a child suffered from spina bifida. All my parental alarms went off at once and I asked the obvious question: What’s going on here? Did I inadvertently move my three children into harm’s way when we settled in this high desert valley in Utah? A quest to find answers in Utah’s nuclear history and then seek solutions followed. Politics for me was never motivated by ideology. It was always about parenting.
Today my three kids are, thankfully, healthy adults. But now that grandchildren are being added to our family, my blood runs cold whenever I project out 50 years and imagine what their world will be like at middle age -- assuming they get that far and that there is still a recognizable “world” to be part of. I wrote the following letter to my granddaughter, Madeline, who is almost four years old. Although she cannot read it today, I hope she will read it in a future that proves so much better than the one that is probable, and so terribly unfair. I’m sharing this letter with other parents and grandparents in the hope that it may move them to embrace their roles as citizens and commit to the hard work of making the planet viable, the economy equitable, and our culture democratic for the many Madelines to come.]
March 20, 2012
Dear Maddie,
I address this letter to you, but please share it with Jack, Tasiah, and other grandchildren who are yet unborn. Also, with your children and theirs. My unconditional love for my children and grandchildren convinces me that, if I could live long enough to embrace my great-grandchildren, I would love them as deeply as I love you.
On behalf of my generation of grandparents to all of you, I want to apologize.
I am sorry we used up all the oil. It took a million years for those layers of carbon goo to form under the Earth’s crust and we used up most of it in a geological instant. No doubt there will be some left and perhaps you can get around the fact that what remains is already distant, dirty, and dangerous, but the low-hanging fruit will be long-gone by the time you are my age. We took it all.
There’s no excuse, really. We are gas-hogs, plain and simple. We got hooked on faster-bigger-more and charged right over the carrying capacity of the planet. Oil made it possible.
Machines are our slaves and coal, oil, and gas are their food. They helped us grow so much of our own food that we could overpopulate the Earth. We could ship stuff and travel all over the globe, and still have enough fuel left to drive home alone in trucks in time to watch Monday Night Football.
Rocket fuel, fertilizer, baby bottles, lawn chairs: we made everything and anything out of oil and could never get enough of it. We could have conserved more for you to use in your lifetime. Instead, we demonstrated the self-restraint of crack addicts. It’s been great having all that oil to play with and we built our entire world around that. Living without it will be tough. Sorry.
I hope we develop clean, renewable energy sources soon, or that you and your generation figure out how to do that quickly. In the meantime, sorry about the climate. We just didn’t realize our addiction to carbon would come with monster storms, epic droughts, Biblical floods, wildfire infernos, rising seas, migration, starvation, pestilence, civil war, failed states, police states, and resource wars.
I’m sure Henry Ford didn’t see that coming when he figured out how to mass-produce automobiles and sell them to Everyman. I know my parents didn’t see the downside of using so much gas and coal. The all-electric house and a car in the driveway was their American Dream. For my generation, owning a car became a birthright. Today, it would be hard for most of us to live without a car. I have no idea what you’ll do to get around or how you will heat your home. Oops!
We also pigged out on most of the fertile soil, the forests and their timber, and the oceans that teemed with fish before we scraped the seabed raw, dumped our poisonous wastes in the water, and turned it acid and barren. Hey, that ocean was an awesome place and it’s too bad you can’t know it like we did. There were bright coral reefs, vibrant runs of red salmon, ribbons of birds embroidering the shores, graceful shells, the solace and majesty of the wild sea…
…But then I never saw the vast herds of bison that roamed the American heartland, so I know it is hard to miss something you only saw in pictures. We took lots of photos.
We thought we were pretty smart because we walked a man on the moon. Our technology is indeed amazing. I was raised without computers, smart phones, and the World Wide Web, so I appreciate how our engineering prowess has enhanced our lives, but I also know it has a downside.
When I was a kid we worried that the Cold War would go nuclear. And it wasn’t until a river caught fire near Cleveland that we realized fouling your own nest isn’t so smart after all. Well, you know about the rest -- the coal-fired power plants, acid rain, the hole in the ozone...
www.tomdispatch.com/images/managed/fear2.gifThere were plenty of signs we took a wrong turn but we kept on going. Dumb, stubborn, blind: Who knows why we couldn’t stop? Greed maybe -- powerful corporations we couldn’t overcome. It won’t matter much to you who is to blame. You’ll be too busy coping in the diminished world we bequeath you.
One set of problems we pass on to you is not altogether our fault. It was handed down to us by our parents’ generation so hammered by cataclysmic world wars and economic hardship that they armed themselves to the teeth and saw enemies everywhere. Their paranoia was understandable, but they passed their fears on to us and we should have seen through them. I have lived through four major American wars in my 62 years, and by now defense and homeland security are powerful industries with a stranglehold on Congress and the economy. We knew that was a lousy deal, but trauma and terror darkened our imaginations and distorted our priorities. And, like you, we needed jobs.
Sorry we spent your inheritance on all that cheap bling and, especially, all those weapons of mass destruction. That was crazy and wasteful. I can’t explain it. I guess we’ve been confused for a long time now.
Oh, and sorry about the confusion. We called it advertising and it seemed like it would be easy enough to control. When I was a kid, commercials merely interrupted entertainment. Don’t know when the lines all blurred and the buy, buy, buy message became so ubiquitous and all-consuming. It just got outta hand and we couldn’t stop it, even when we realized we hated it and that it was taking us over. We turned away from one another, tuned in, and got lost.
I’m betting you can still download this note, copy it, share it, bust it up and remake it, and that you do so while plugged into some sort of electrical device you can’t live without -- so maybe you don’t think that an apology for technology is needed and, if that’s the case, an apology is especially relevant. The tools we gave you are fine, but the apps are mostly bogus. We made an industry of silly distraction. When our spirits hungered, we fed them clay that filled but did not nourish them. If you still don’t know the difference, blame us because we started it.
And sorry about the chemicals. I mean the ones you were born with in your blood and bones that stay there -- even though we don’t know what they’ll do to you). Who thought that the fire retardant that kept smokers from igniting their pillows and children’s clothes from bursting into flames would end up in umbilical cords and infants?
It just seemed like better living through chemistry at the time. Same with all the other chemicals you carry. We learned to accept cancer and I guess you will, too. I’m sure there will be better treatments for that in your lifetime than we have today. If you can afford them, that is. Turning healthcare over to predatory corporations was another bad move.
All in all, our chemical obsession was pretty reckless and we got into that same old pattern: just couldn’t give up all the neat stuff. Oh, we tried. We took the lead out of gasoline and banned DDT, but mostly we did too little, too late. I hope you’ve done better. Maybe it will help your generation to run out of oil, since so many of the toxic chemicals came from that. Anyway, we didn’t see it coming and we could have, should have. Our bad.
There are so many other things I wish I could change for you. We leave behind a noisy world. Silence is rare today, and unless some future catastrophe has left your numbers greatly diminished, your machines stilled, and your streets ghostly empty, it is likely that the last remnants of tranquility will be gone by the time you are my age.
And how about all those species, the abundant and wondrous creatures that are fading away forever as I write these words? I never saw a polar bear and I guess you can live without that, too, but when I think of the peep and chirp of frogs at night, the hum of bees busy on a flower bed, the trill of birds at dawn, and so many other splendorous pleasures that you may no longer have, I ache with regret. We should have done more to keep the planet whole and well, but we couldn’t get clear of the old ways of seeing, the ingrained habits, the way we hobble one another’s choices so that the best intentions never get realized.
Mostly I’m sorry about taking all the good water. When I was a child I could kneel down and drink from a brook or spring wherever we camped and played. We could still hike up to glaciers and ski down snow-capped mountains.
Clean, crisp, cold, fresh water is life’s most precious taste. A life-giving gift, all water is holy. I repeat: holy. We treated it, instead, as if it were merely useful. We wasted and tainted it and, again in a geological moment, sucked up aquifers that had taken 10,000 years to gather below ground. In my lifetime, glaciers are melting away, wells are running dry, dust storms are blowing, and rivers like the mighty Colorado are running dry before they reach the sea. I hate to think of what will be left for you. Sorry. So very, very sorry.
I’m sure there’s a boatload of other trouble we’re leaving you that I haven’t covered here. My purpose is not to offer a complete catalog of our follies and atrocities, but to do what we taught your parents to do when they were as little as you are today.
When you make a mistake, we told them, admit it, and then do better. If you do something wrong, own up and say you are sorry. After that, you can work on making amends.
I am trying to see a way out of the hardship and turmoil we are making for you. As I work to stop the madness, I will be mindful of how much harder your struggles will be as you deal with the challenges we leave you to face.
The best I can do to help you through the overheated future we are making is to love you now. I cannot change the past and my struggle to make a healthier future for you is uncertain, but today I can teach you, encourage you, and help you be as strong and smart and confident as you can be, so that whatever the future holds, whatever crises you face, you are as ready as possible. We will learn to laugh together, too, because love and laughter can pull you through the toughest times.
I know a better world is possible. We create that better world by reaching out to one another, listening, learning, and speaking from our hearts, face to face, neighbor to neighbor, one community after another, openly, inclusively, bravely. Democracy is not a gift to be practiced only when permitted. We empower ourselves. Our salvation is found in each other, together.
Across America this morning and all around the world, our better angels call to us, imploring us to rise up and be as resilient as our beloved, beautiful children and grandchildren, whose future we make today. We can do better. I promise.
Your grandfather,
Chip Ward
There is enough for everyone. I laugh when I hear kids say, "I liked that song first and now she likes it.....GOSH!"