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Notes sketched in my Moleskine pocket sketchbook, in a typographic/graphic format of a message given at Meadowbrook Church by Tom Slye, April 7, 2007.
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Barbie silkstone design sketches by Robert Best
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... il mio equilibrio è in cielo
come i sogni dei poeti,
mai potrei viver come voi
che avete sempre la certezza della terra sotto i piedi
e vola sulla corda la mia mente
a rincorrere i pensieri
ad inseguire l’utopia
di catturare almeno un “oggi”
prima che diventi “ieri”
e provare a far danzare il tempo.
Il funambolo - Ratti della Sabina
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Fashion photography by Patrick Hunt for Vogue UK, June 1969.
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Janet Pilgrim - Playboy’s Miss December 1955
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Samsung’un başı dertten kurtulmuyor. Çiçeği burnunda amiral gemisi Note 8 için inanilmaz bir iddia ortaya atıldı. Note 8’in bazı sürümlerinde pil sorunu olduğu ortaya çıktı. Bu basit bir pil sorunu değil. Telefonun şarkı bitip kapandığında bazı Note 8 sürümleri bir daha açılmadı.
Geç...
Ayudando al camarero, ya que éramos muchos y no nos aclarábamos con las tapas. / Helping the waiter, because we were a lot and we didn´t clarify with the "tapas".
Look here for part 1. And note that last year's number one is now #33...
1. High, 2. Framed wood, 3. Turning real-life into a miniature model, that's so 2006., 4. Global, 5. Benchmarking, 6. Smokin', 7. Please, be quiet., 8. Follow the saffron coloured line,
9. One two tree, 10. Tired of books, 11. Our Manhattan, 12. White going into orange, 13. Green, 14. Running kid, 15. My cup of tea, 16. Nescio,
17. Bridge over the Seine, 18. Calatrava down below, 19. Blood explosion, 20. 4!, 21. Red pepper, 22. Goodmorning, you ships!, 23. Le Louvre a nuit, 24. The new collection of space helmets,
25. Het Oosten, 26. Mondrian-esque, 27. Your professional wedding photographer, 28. Saw blade, 29. Frozen, 30. Cotton is good for your shadows, 31. Red Lines, 32. Between lake and sea,,
33. Red Lampions, 34. Houses in Flickr colours, 35. This is the non-smoking section, 36. Quicker than a ray of light, 37. Gold in them hills, 38. Steel dof, 39. NHM, 40. Daarom...,
41. Karamel Sutra, 42. Cool N Lite, 43. Human emotions, 44. Boat, car, bike., 45. Close encounters of the third kind, 46. She's not jumping, is she?, 47. Going home, 48. Walk solely on the black lines,
49. Summer evening in Linnaeushof 2, 50. Summer evening in Linnaeushof 1, 51. The balconies, 52. Meeting of the stones, 53. Bridge over the Maas, 54. Bridge over the Amstel, 55. Ikea on the beach, 56. Red mug,
57. IFC 2, 58. Hold your steps, 59. Spiral staircase in black and white, 60. Looking for quarters, 61. Des ponts (couleurs), 62. Glowing just before the rain., 63. 38ºC, 64. What's that? A reflection of the sun?,
65. Shoot some hoops, 66. Turns out I wasn't able to visit Bilbao either without posting a Guggenheim picture on Flickr, 67. A Foggy Day In KL Town, 68. Bridges (black and white), 69. Glacial potholes, 70. Bridge over the Boston Common's Public Garden Pond, 71. Bollard chain bollard chain bollard chain bollard chain bollard chain bollard seagull chain bollard, 72. Two plants
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I turned it down to go to IB instead, so I could learn to speak English (almost) fluently.
I am starting to wonder if I made the right decision.
I'm going to erase this in a bit but here's the deal (that, in truth, no one really gives a shit about): when I was a little one back in the mid-90's, I liked two things more than most other things in the world: books, and the English language. I was completely head over heels in love with American culture. I learned everything I could and devoured every piece of new information on this subject almost as excitedly as my brother would tear open gifts at Christmas (I, on the other hand, slowly, slowly removed the wrapping paper, not even making a tiny tear in it).
Well, actually, nevermind all that.
Little Sheena loved English. Little Sheena also had a passion for stories.
So with the aid of a father and later some lovely teachers I developed my interests.
And then came autumn 2005. I had to apply to gymnasiet (equivalent to high school).
Two schools appealed to me.
One that provided the International Baccalaureate program,
and one that allowed me to partake in creative writing every day three years straight.
The first one would include so much homework I would have no spare time.
The other one strictly forbade me to (/ever/) write (/anything/) in English (: "we are a SWEDISH school, after all [insert haughty sniff here]").
So. There it was.
"If you go to the creative writing school, after three years you have nothing but your writing. And let's be honest here. How many successive Swedish writers are there? Practically only a handful can make a living from it.
"Going to a school where you learn to speak a world-language impeccably, however."
I suppose. The idea was, I could write in English instead. "Easier to be published that way," the same person who I've been quoting through-out this text said.
But if my Swedish is much more nuanced, and if I never need think twice whether the grammatic structure is correct or not,
if it's much more developed, then isn't it logical to think my Swedish writing would be published easier than my English writing?
Jeez, I don't know. And Emma who's won Lilla Augustpriset, her writing is amazing. Even SHE doesn't believe she has the faintest shot at getting published: SHE with her revolutionary writing. Then why would I? My mediocre structures and less-than-creative ideas.
It troubles me. What /else/ could I consider doing for a living?
It troubles me because I've wanted this for
oh I don't know
some plus ten years now.
I haven't lived that long. Some 17 years. It's a long while wanting to be an author. And I've been DETERMINED that this is what I will be. There wasn't even, I WANT TO be a writer. Always I WILL be. (Of course I never actually said so, though. When others asked, I shyly went with the "want to". But not in my head and not in others' heads, either. Always "Sheena WILL be a writer.")
Pressure.
Maybe it's the pressure.
Teachers, cousins, uncles, aunts, friends, peers, my dear grandma, mother and dad,
ALWAYS
"Let me read something of yours and goodness did you write this how marvellous coming from someone so young and of course of course you will be a writer you got some potential there, kid and can I make a copy for my granddaughter?"
Or perhaps the true reason it bothers me so much is,
I want to be a writer but I want it NOW, I want it handed to me easy as a snap of the fingers,
I don't want to have to, like, FIGHT for it or somesuch nonsense. I mean, gee, I don't want to actually work my way up little by little, and like, EARN reaching my goals.
Nothanks I just want the shinyshiny,
the /title/,
to be able to say,
"I'm a writer." Shinyshiny.
It's not like I wouldn't work A LITTLE for it. Hell, I'm snapping my fingers hard as I possibly can.
lair (lâr) n.
1. The den or dwelling of a wild animal.
2. A den or hideaway.
3. Obsolete. A resting place; a couch.
Or ... all three.
The Central Bank of Kuwait in commemoration of the second anniversary of liberation day issuing this special and commemorative note at the nominal value of One Kuwaiti Dinar.
The liberation of Kuwait was achieved by the grace of God and through the tireless efforts and the sacrifice made by courageous men and women coupled with the unprecedented alliance of 34 countries who supported the just Kuwaiti cause.
Do not pick the golden oregano for culinary consumption.
Mollie Sue does not like to get her feet wet, so she chose to do a petite pee-pee along the walkway.
(Please don't tell her I posted this photo! She would be so embarrassed!)
"Fränkische Schweiz", the "Riesenburg/Giants castle" in the upper Wiesent valley, extremely picturesque and truly dramatic rock site, appealing to our romantic intuitions and made accessible by stairs and railings. Near this site, you find the steep and winding path leading up to the heights form the valley; until not so long ago, all water had to be carried up there because on the dry karst heights, all water drained immediately to the valley below.
- Notes from a trip through the German province: via the "Fränkische Schweiz", romantic beauty with picturesque rock formations, fossils from the Jura period, villages and castles climbing the hills, and the bleaker "Thüringer Wald"- aptly coloured by the slate that used to be quarried there, both dark and shining silverly - to the old university city of Jena. Many of these places have a deeply personal meaning to me. It has been a moving and disconcerting experience to have been back there on a brief trip.