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Samsung Galaxy Note has a brilliant 5.3 (~285 ppi pixel density) inch Super AMOLED capacitive touchscreen with resolution of 800 x 1280 pixels and 16M colors combination. It has a superb 8 MP camera with resolution of 3264x2448 pixels having features LED flash, autofocus, Face Detection, Geo Tagging, and also a secondry 2 MP. It runs on a Dual-core 1.4GHz ARM Cortex-A9 proccessor, Mali-400MP GPU, Exynos chipset and 1 RAM internal memory is 16 with 32 external memory Support. It supports all major connectivity options like Bluetooth, GPRS, EDGE, WLAN, 3G with HSDPA, 21 Mbps; HSUPA, 5.76 Mbps. It also supports Organizer, Digital compass, Proximity sensor for auto turn-off features. Samsung Galaxy Note available in Black colour.
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Promote your brand with this handy promotional Flags & Custom Sticky Notes. Your recipients will find this gift a worthy addition to their homes and offices. These Custom Sticky Notes allow them to quickly jot their personal thoughts or important notes from a meeting.
2001; Notes from Tyler Max Bauer (1987 - ) to his grandmother Nana, Nellie Joyce Morgan Bauer (1933 - ) concerning moving from Grand Prairie to Colleyville, Texas in 1999 and a trip to Colorado in 2002. Also discusses events while visiting Nana.
Secretary of Agriculture Sonny Perdue has a final read of his speech to check for flow and accuracy, then he includes additional notes before sending it to the stage manager, during the School Nutrition Association's (SNA) 71st Annual National Conference (ANC), at the Georgia World Congress Center, in Atlanta, GA, on July 12, 2017. More than 7,000 will attend the ANC to share best practices for improving menus, strengthening school meal programs and expanding student access to healthy meals. USDA Photo by Lance Cheung.
i know it's slightly silly and cheesy, but we like to leave little notes for the other to stumble upon.
those little reminders are nice.
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The Sewing Time Machine: A blouse named 'Secretary001'
The Sewing Time MachineWednesday, January 27, 2010A blouse named 'Secretary001'Here is my next project, or the inspiration for my next project. I'm no expert on the matter but this reminds me of a 40's pencil pushing office blouse, which is why I named it Secretary001.It looks to me like all the control has been shifted into side darts which were then gathered into the side seams. The sleeve looks like a very short kimono or dolman. Anyways, I got to work on the PatternMaster and this is my first muslin.
I'm not happy because I look like a bag lady!
So I learned that when zero waist darts are selected, the slack is not picked up anywhere else - not in the side seam and not in other darts. I'll have to manually shift all the control into the side dart. And that will be my second muslin....Posted by Marie-Anne at 6:28 PMLabels: blouse, fitting, PatternMaster Boutique0 comments:Post a CommentNewer Post Older Post HomeSubscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)PagesHomeAbout MeMarie-AnneWhen I'm not cleaning, cooking, or working, I'm going back in time....with my sewing machine!View my complete profileThis WeekChris' jacket is lined and it looks great. He has a motorcycle ride this coming weekend and he is so excited to show it off.
The surprise will be revealed next week. We'll see....I'm super busy with work. But not for long....
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Covers the 1939 Auto Union at the Motor show in Germany, note the Nazi flag in the background.
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A bunch of quirkyness for this Friday. A Post-it Note found on the car next to mine at the Starbucks in Stafford, VA.
Notes: photographed by Harold Cazneaux
Format: signed B&W sepia photograph
Licensing: Attribution, share alike, creative commons
Repository: Blue Mountains City Library - library.bmcc.nsw.gov.au
Part of: Local Studies Collection LSQ 712.6 CAZ
Provenance: BMCC
the plane, a 737 was spotless inside. Not a mark, on surfaces or fabric (compared to somewhat shabby marks and wear and tear on US airline interiors). Not one dead trapped insect stuck in a windowed coffin between the inside and outside window of your seat (look next time, and how DO they get there to begin with).
Soon after takeoff we bank to the right to head south across the coast of sydney and the state of new south wales (NSW), over canberra (the national capitol area) into melbourne in the state of Victoria (VIC).
"Afternoon refreshments" in economy class said the announcement once in the air. Wow. Complementary wine and beer (mixed drinks A$6). Ignoring the fact the beer includes Fosters things were good. The "snacks" provided were good too. A joint packet of cashews and apricot. Large portions. Good quality. As the ingredients list, contents 100% cashews. Yum.
Cabin staff, in economy, smiles, friendly, want to help clearly.
Also walked around offering apples as snacks. Good apples. In a huge basket that must have had about 30 apples in it. I wanted to take a picture but I was laughing at the sight.
I LOVE the orange tablemat thing they give out too. It's a perforated nice-feel absorbant material. Its a tablemat. It's also a bag for trash afterwards so as they walk through doing pickup it takes seconds. It's also a napkin. It's a great tablematnapkinbag idea.
It also contains inside a wetwipe and stirrer for drinks that's twice the size/length of the US ones.
Sunsets. I've noticed the sunrises and sunsets occur very quickly here. Like within 15 mins and it's suddenly light, or dark. Must be the hemisphere and season (last week of winter). It's chilly enough at night i had to go buy a coat. My fault for thinking australia, sunny, its august, it will be hot.
Flight time 90 mins. Sydney to Melbourne. Quantas CityFlyer. $
Airport. Terminal 3 sydney. Bigger than National (DCA). Quieter but I realised its the people who go about their airporty stuff with less of a presence or noise. Folks just a few seats away on a cellphone have what appears to be a habit of covering their mouth with their other hand so their calls are not public (and hence quieter). A full flight doesn't have a gate boarding seat area where there are no free seats. Even the gate agent counter area is turned 90 degrees from the US standard so folks queueing are lining up in the area not out into the corridor. Terminal 3 is dedicated to quantas domestic flights. From arriving to boarding was never asked for any photo id. Why does showing some form of unverifable photo id help us with flights in the US?
New Zealand Maori queen laid to rest today. Queen Te Atairangikaahu (Dame Te Ata) reigned for 40 years, lacking any constitutional powers but beloved of the NZ nation. Before europeans arrived the Maori were ruled by many chiefs, their monarchy only came about after contact with the British. New Zealand - originally Aotearoa, the land of the long white cloud - was not colonised by the British in the way Australia was.
The natives, descendants of the Polynesians, often reacted violently to foreign visitors, begining with Abel Tasman in 1642. Captain Cook took possession of the islands for Britain in 1769 - without consulting the natives. The presence of the fierce Maori menat the British preferred and went off to colonise Australia instead.
But foreigners were drawn to New Zealand. British, French and American ships began making regular visits. Mostly whalers, seal hunters and traders. The Maori became part of their trading network and acquired tastes for european and american goods and a knowledge of Pakeha - non-Maori culture.
By 1830's foreign settlers were buying large amounts of land and the numbers of Pakeha had increased to such a point that the British goverment decided to annex New Zealand. Naval officer Hobson negotiated and they agreed to cede sovereignty to the British in exchange for a guarantee of ownership of their lands. Formalized by the Treaty of Waitangi of 1840. Initially NZ was part of the colony of New South Wales but in 1841 because autonomous (with Hobson as Governor).
By 1845 open warfare ensued from chiefs. By 1847 and the First Maori War they realised better to have a consolidated approach. They sought to emulate the unity and disciple of the british and so started the Maori King Movement.
For the first time in 1966 a princess was chosen to ascend the throne and Queen Te Ata became a symbol not only of her people but for NZ women. Long may she rest.
We had a beautiful day at the Point San Luis Light for our meeting. Then we all walked a little way on the Pecho Coast trail.
I am just getting back into cross stitch and embroidery after a 10 year break. The new work out there is so interesting and inspiring that I have decided to create my own series of cross stitch pictures based on things that I say to my son. Every time I utter one I realise that I am turning in to my mother!
Note one is "Don't say what say pardon" , charted at www.stitchpoint.com.
So yesterday when it was time to go to school, Jessie was busy doing something and I told her to stop or we would be late. In a nutshell, I upset her.
This morning while having breakfast, she handed me this note and said she was sorry. She then proceeded to bury her face in her hands, ran to her room and cried her eyes out. From what I gather from reading her note, she went to school yesterday and thought to herself that I was stupid (that's the s word) and that she hated me. I guess the guilt overwhelmed her. Jane said she came home from school last night and told her about it while she cried her eyes out to her. She really has a guilty conscience.
So I went up stairs and spent the next 10 minutes trying to calm her down. I asked why she was crying. She said because she didn't want me to be sad. I told her I wasn't sad, but I just wanted to understand why she felt this way about me. She said she didn't want to tell me. I'm pretty sure it had to do with me not letting her do whatever it was she was doing before we left for school.
Man, I'm in serious trouble. I dunno how I am going to handle the teenage years. :D lmao.
Various Artists
Wednesday 6 November, 7:00pm - 9:00pm
George Orwell
168 Perth Road
Dundee, DD1 4JS
Join us for a curated evening of Artist short films from around the globe. Based on this year’s festival theme REACT; NEoN has selected a series of films covering topics such as gender, environment and immigration.
Featuring work by BOM Fellow Emily Mulenga and other artists Georgie Roxby Smith, Jenny odell, Elaine Hoey, Chloé Galibert-Laîné, Shelley Lake, John Butler, Kevin B Lee, shawné michaelain holloway, Jennifer Chan, Shelly Lake and Greg Bath.
Full screening notes:
Max Almy, Perfect leader, (1983), 4 mins. 15 secs.
A satire of the political television spot, Perfect Leader shows that ideology is the product and power is the payoff. The process of political image making and the marketing of a candidate is revealed, as an omnipotent computer manufactures the perfect candidate, offering up three political types: Mr. Nice Guy, an evangelist, and an Orwellian Big Brother. Behind the candidates, symbols of political promises quickly degenerate into icons of oppression and nuclear war.
Greg Barth, Epic Fail, (2017), 5 mins. 32 secs.
Epic Fail is an avant-garde essay that questions what happens when political discourse fails to connect with voters, and truth is impacted by fake news. Based on the political events that shook 2016, the film imagines a reality that is both forged and blurred depending on how we perceive it; using existential currents inspired by Jean Paul Sartre’s Nausea.
The result is a surreal political satire that revolves around a vote for world peace that has dramatic consequences.
John Butler, Xerox’s Paradox, (2018), 2 mins.
A new workwear collection for the age of intelligent supertasking. Xerox’s fear of a paperless office led to the GUI, which, in turn, led to an explosion in the amount of printed matter. Xerox’s Paradox is about technology’s broken promises. The more we automate, the harder we must work.
Jennifer Chan, *A Total Jizzfest*, (2012), 3 mins. 22 secs.
A sample of the richest, sexiest men in computer and internet history.
Chloé Galibert-Laîné, My Crush was a Superstar, (2017), 12 mins. 30 secs.
This desktop documentary follows an ISIS fighter through a trail of messages, videos and postings to uncover his existence in both social media and reality. Part of Bottled Songs, a series of video letters investigating desire, power and terrorism in online and social media. The videos, recorded from the researchers’ desktops, depict and interrogate their subjects’ compulsive engagement in the production of everyday myths and fictions about themselves and others.
Elaine Hoey, Animated Positions, (2019), 9 mins. 47 secs.
This work draws reference from 19th century European nationalist paintings and explores the role of art in the portrayal of jingoistic patriotic ideals that have become culturally symbolic in the formation of the nation state. This piece re-animates the war like stances and positions of bodies found within these paintings, using character animation taken from the video game Call of Duty. The work challenges notions of nostalgia for the nation state, creating a contemporary critique of the underlying violence that underpins much of todays nationalistic ideologies.
Shawné Michaelain Holloway, GEAR-REVIEW(1)__BEGINNERS-VEST.MP4, (2016), 1 min. 55 secs.
GEAR-REVIEW(1)__BEGINNERS-VEST.MP4 is a response to internet’s “Gear Review” video genre. Using a video sourced from Youtube’s preparedness community alongside a video of the artist performing live for her leather community, this work asks questions about the ways we get to know, use, and care for our objects. Whether them for war, for sex, or both, we’re obsessed with function and feature, forcing fetish into the realm of the domestic and accessible.
Shelley Lake, Polly Gone, (1988), 3 min. 9 secs.
A day in the life of a robot.
Kevin B. Lee, The Spokesman, (2018), 12 mins. 30 secs.
The Spokesman investigates the online traces of John Cantlie, a British news reporter who was kidnapped in 2012 and later appeared in several Islamic State propaganda videos. Responding to Cantlie’s videos, Kevin analyzes Cantlie’s British accent and professional composure, constructed over many years of media appearances. Part of Bottled Songs, a series of video letters investigating desire, power and terrorism in online and social media. The videos, recorded from the researchers’ desktops, depict and interrogate their subjects’ compulsive engagement in the production of everyday myths and fictions about themselves and others.
Emily Mulenga, Now that we know the world is ending soon…what are you gonna wear?, (2019), 4 mins. 5 secs
Religious imagery and symbols of capitalist excess intertwine under the ever-watchful eye of CCTV cameras. Loneliness occurs even in the most crowded, noisy and colourful of rooms. Fractured identities span the online and offline worlds. Late-stage capitalism has left us with a disconnect from others and from a spiritual centre, and consumerism purports to fill the void; but never truly satisfies. There’s a condition of perpetual information overload in an oversaturated, neon, dystopian cityscape. There’s also a rabbit.
Jenny Odell, Polly Returns, (2017), 3 mins. 2 secs.
Polly Returns is based on Shelley Lake’s 1988 computer animation, Polly Gone, which features an isolated female robot doing everyday tasks inside a futuristic dome house. In my version, the robot has returned in 2017. The soundtrack is inspired by the original from Polly Gone, which itself was based on the soundtrack from The Day the Earth Stood Still.
Georgie Roxby Smith, Lara Croft Domestic Goddess I & II, (2013), 2 mins. 14 secs.
Georgie Roxby Smith’s hacked Lara Croft Tomb Raider video game shows the familiar icon for violent femme fatale bad-assery in the throes of orgasmic housekeeping, a scene that could be read as neo-Friedan, with her “domestic goddess” subject trapped between the banally physical and the extraordinarily virtual. The value judgments are unclear, the equation destabilized, as Croft joyfully irons shirts with a bow and arrow slung over her back, letting out cries that are undiscernibly battle grunts or orgiastic moans.
Photography Kathryn Rattray
Available from The Sweet Unfolding on Etsy.
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"Key Note" sculpture by Michael Christian at the 2015 Maker Faire in San Mateo, California. You can buy the materials but the inspiration, vision and hard work are #ThingsMoneyCannotBuy.
The sculpture stands 4-meters/12-feet tall and is dragging a large key by a chain made up entirely of hundreds of keys.
I have been doing the Kent church project, as I like to call it, (*checks notes) May 2009, and over the years some churches have been very difficult to see inside of. Thanks to the internet, many of those have been now covered and recorded.
The most recent tricky one was Bicknor.
Bicknor is a hamlet near to the Medway towns, up on the downs, among woods and orchards. Being remote, it has become a target for vandals and thieves, so is now kept very locked. Lat time I tired to see inside was during the recent Heritage Weekend, and the Ride and Stride list assured us that it would be manned at least.
A half hour trip out of my route brought me to the usual situation of the church locked up tight.
And then a couple of weeks back, the warden at Milstead told me there was to be a Christmas Fayre at Bicknor on the 24th. A plan was set.
But come half six on a Sunday morning, my enthusiasm was at a low ebb, and it would not have taken much for me not to go.
Whatever the outcome, there was coffee to drink, football to watch and bacon to cook first.
Jools went swimming, and I watched the football, not from behind the sofa as Norwich not only won but played very well indeed. A pleasant change from recent weeks, and hopefully the start of a charge up the table.
At nine, the football was watched, Jools came home and I cooked bacon.
All good.
And I decided we would go to Bicknor after all, and a good job we did, as we saved the fayre, partly.
Bicknor is a 45 minute drive away, and in dull and drizzly conditions, it wasn't a pleasant drive, but with the radio on and traffic not too bad, could have been worse. From the A249 junction, it was a ten minute drive along the narrow lanes leading to the top of the downs, then along the ridge to Bicknor, where outside the church people were putting up stalls ready for the 11 o'clock start.
We parked under a tree at the edge of the graveyard, I got my cameras and we went to see if the church was open. The front door wasn't, bu the vestry door was, and once through there, the nave and chancel was a scene of chaos. The lady running the event had a million things to do, chase up were three quarters of the stalls had got to, dress as a fairy and find Father Christmas his suit.
Not sure whether the suit was ever found!
We were free to take pictures, but it was clear that much work needed to be done. I was asked to light the dozens of candles round the church, I was assisted by Jools. We did the three chandeliers, and around the corbel line at just about head height.
I took more shots.
We took the step ladders out, moved the pews. And just when it looked like all was set, three mayors of neighbouring villages arrived. A forth was on his way, has car needed space to get into the small car park. All car owners were asked to move their cars. This gave us an opportunity to leave, so we said farewell to the stressed lady, and I got a kiss on the cheek!
Before we left, I take the role of official photographer and snap the three mayors, and we are gone.
Back home down the narrow lanes and down to Maidstone before turning east on the motorway to Ashford and home, listening to Desert Island Discs whilst we drove.
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A rare find in the heart of the orchards - with no village to keep it company. Entirely 19th century rebuild, by Bodley, of a medieval church, it uses clunch (local hard chalk) rather than the more usual flint in this part of Kent. A small church it may be, but it is of noble proportions, with a tall narrow chancel and splendid towering reredos. Imagine it by candlelight and you will see it as the Victorians did. It is a building of which they, and we, can be proud. Nave, north and south aisles, chancel, west tower. The church is not normally open.
www.kentchurches.info/church.asp?p=Bicknor
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BICKNOR.
THE next parish north-westward is Bicknor, antiently written Bykenore, the south-west part of which is in the hundred of Eyhorne, and division of WestKent; and the remainder in that of Milton, and division of East Kent; but the church and village being situated in the former part of it, this parish is esteemed to be in the division of West Kent.
BICKNOR is an obscure remote place, lying a little more than two miles northward from the summit of the chalk hills. It lies among the woods, mostly on high ground, and though with much hill and dale, yet the former are neither so steep nor so frequent as in Wormshill, and the adjoining parishes before described. It is a very healthy situation, but the soil is very poor, consisting mostly of an unfertile red earth, much intermixed with flints. The church and adjoining village, of only five or six houses, stand on the southern side of the parish, about a mile northward from which is the hamlet of Dean-bottom; near the south-east side of the village is a large quantity of wood ground, called Bicknor-wood, besides which there are several other small parcels of wood-ground, interspersed in different parts of it, equally poor with the rest of the lands in it; in the northern part of the parish is an estate called Northwood, lately belonging to the Chambers's, of Tunstall.
THIS PLACE was antiently part of the possessions of a family of the same name. Sir John de Bicknor held it, as half a knight's see, in the reign of Edward I. and he, as well as Sir Thomas de Bicknor, accompanied that king to the siege of Carlaverock, in Scotland, in the 28th year of his reign, and are registered in the roll of those knights, who were made bannerets there by that prince. Their arms, being Ermine, on a chief azure, three lions rampant, argent, are still remaining on the roof of Canterbury cloysters.
In the 1st and 4th years of Edward II. Alexander de Bykenore, clerk, was treasurer of the exchequer in Ireland, and Thomas de Bykenore, in the 5th year of that reign, married Joane, eldest daughter and heir of Hugh de Mortimer, of Castle Richard. But before this, at the latter end of Edward I.'s reign, Bicknor was become the property of the family of Leyborne, one of whom, William de Leyborne, died possessed of it in the 3d year of Edward II. His son Thomas died in his life-time, so that his grand-daughter Juliana became his heir, and from her great inheritance was called the Infanta of Kent. She died without issue by either of her husbands, all of whom she survived, and possessed in her own right of this manor, in the 41st year of Edward III. but no one being found who could claim it as heir to her, it escheated to the crown, where it remained till the king, in his 50th year, granted it, among other premises, to the abbey of St. Mary Graces, on Tower-hill, then founded by him, by whom it was quickly afterwards demised to Sir Simon de Burley, for a term of years, which becoming forfeited by his attainder, Richard II. in his 12th and 22d years, granted and confirmed this manor to it, in pure and perpetual alms for ever.
This manor remained part of the possessions of the above-mentioned monastery till the dissolution of it in the 30th year of Henry VIII. when it was surrendered into the king's hands, together with all the lands and revenues belonging to it. After which, the king, in his 36th year, granted the manor of Bicknor to Christopher Sampson, who in the 2d year of Edward VI. passed it away to Sir Thomas Wyatt, and he soon afterwards alienated it to Thomas Reader, of Bredgar, yeoman, who about the latter end of queen Elizabeth's reign conveyed it to William Terry, and he in the reign of James I. partly by sale, and partly on account of alliance, settled the property of it on William Aldersey, descended of an antient family of that name, settled at Aldersey, in Cheshire. His son, Thomas Aldersey, esq. of Bredgar, gave this manor by his will to his second son Farnham Aldersey, of Maidstone, and he died possessed of it in 1686. His son, of the same name, alienated it, about the year 1718, to Charles Finch, esq. of Chatham, whose daughter and heir Rebecca carried it in marriage to Mr. Thomas Cromp, of Newnham, in Gloucestershire, who was succeeded in it by his only son, the Rev. Pierrepont Cromp, of Frinsted, and he, in 1764, sold it to Abraham Chambers, esq. of Totteridge, in Hertfordshire, who resided here for some time. He died in 1782, and by his will gave this manor, among the rest of his estates, to his three sons, Samuel, Abraham-Henry, and William, who afterwards possessed them jointly, and upon a division made of them in 1795, this manor was allotted to the youngest, William Chambers, esq. the present possessor of it. There is no court held for this manor.
There are no parochial charities. The poor constantly relieved are about eight; casually three.
BICKNOR is within the ECCLESIASTICAL JURISDICTION of the diocese of Canterbury, and deanry of Sittingborne.
The church, which is dedicated to St. James the Apostle, consists of a nave and two side isles, and a chancel, which is half the length of the church. The nave is double the height of the two isles. There is a low pointed steeple at the south-west corner of it.
It is a very antient and curious building, and appears by the short and clumsy size, and bases of the pillars, the zig-zag ornaments of their capitals, and the semi-circular plain arches in every part of it, to have been built in the time of the Saxons; indeed, the whole of it has marks of a very early period.
This church was antiently esteemed as an appendage to the manor of Bicknor, and as such was given, with it, by Edward III. in his 50th year, to the abbey of St. Mary Graces, on Tower-hill, where it remained till the dissolution of that monastery in the 30th year of king Henry VIII. when it became part of the possessions of the crown, as has been already related, where the patronage of it has continued to the present time.
This rectory is a discharged living in the king's books, of the clear yearly certified value of thirty-two pounds. In 1640 it was valued at fifty pounds. Communicants thirty-two.
¶The rector's house, or hovel, as it may more properly be called, is very singular and remarkably placed, for it is nothing more than a shed, built against the north side of the church, with a room projecting nearly across the isle, and under the same roof; a miserable habitation, even for the poorest cottager to dwell in. (fn. 1)
There's a blog hop today for the new SSS, Encouraging Words release! Come hop along for a chance to win prizes! bdengler4.blogspot.com/2017/08/sss-encouraging-words-blog...
For the new pool of Crocodile art. From my old first grade songbook. The crocodile family have all dislocated their jaws by yawning. Dr Pillman saves the day by breaking out the cod liver oil to grease the hinges.
For Kim Klassen’s Texture Tuesday “gratitude” challenge using “stained linen” texture.
This picture was taken about a week after Steve Jobs’ death at the Palo Alto, CA(his home) Apple store . The storefront was covered with post-it-notes written to him, thanking him for his contributions. Some of them were surprisingly poignant. As a big time Apple fan, I found it interesting and sadly, sweet. (see another shot below)