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It is Independeance Day, but I think unity is a better guiding principle. I think dialogue, cooperation, and understanding will get us much further than independence at this point in our history. I am optimistic that we can do better, we can't do any worse.
America is where I live, but I am a citizen of the world.
We’re here are copycatting Ruth for her birthday. She said it’s a big one ending in 0. So, I went to her 40th page of photos and picked one to copy to honor the milestone ;-)
Our thoughts have turned (optimistically) to springtime and this photograph takes us back around 75 years to a field at Balcathie Farm where farm workers are seen thinning sugar beet - the traditional way. The picture, from 1959, was taken by John Henderson, the farmer's son, who was a biology teacher at Arbroath High School and was well known for his interest in singing and rugby. The toiling locals were, from left, Charles Jorgensen, George Finlay, Ian Cummings, Jimmy Robbie, Tom Wilson, Edwin Johnston, Bob Boehm - a former German prisoner of war who elected to stay in Angus after the Second World War - Alistair Reid and James Milne.
I was sitting on the steps of Federation Square waiting for the afternoon light to fade for twilight shots. A child was playing with this balloon for a while before getting bored of it.They let it go and I shot a series of shots as it bounced along the ground towards the road. I've played with the colouring in this one.
悦楽家の天使：2004年10月23日
天使といっても、働くばかりではありません。
この天使はまどろんだり、笑ったり、おしゃべりしたり…足る幸せを満喫する姿に、貴方はきっと癒されることでしょう。
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You will be healed by the scene that the angel enjoys.
Super fun one, it’s for a youtuber that goes with the name Optimistic Dingo (www.youtube.com/channel/UCpRvrKhnV5X1fzZZtMDDSEQ/)
I like gaming and I am really happy to be able to help and create a logo/mascot for him to be used in his channel, It’s awesome, do check it out if you love games especially fps games.
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K - Kind
E - Enthusiastic
O - Optimistic
KEO - A girl who is kind, enthusiastic and optimistic
Gần 17 năm sinh ra trên đời là gần 17 năm cái tên Nguyễn Thùy Anh gắn liền với mình. Dĩ nhiên là tên khai sinh thì mãi mãi theo mình suốt cả cuộc đời và mọi người cũng sẽ gọi mình bằng cái tên đó. Nhưng cũng không ít người biết rằng mình còn có một cái tên khác là Kẹo.
Kẹo không phải là cái tên mình tự đặt. Nó cũng là cái tên theo mình từ bé tới lớn, chắc chỉ có thâm niên kém tên khai sinh của mình tí xíu thôi. Đấy là cái tên mà bố đã đặt cho mình. Hồi đầu không phải ai cũng gọi mình là Kẹo. Mẹ mình kể là ngày xưa mẹ mình thích gọi mình là Bông hơn. Thế rồi khi mình lớn lên tí xíu, mình nhớ là cả họ ngoại đều gọi mình là Binh Bông nhưng mình cũng không hiểu vì sao. Đến giờ thì cái tên đó cũng không còn nữa vì tất cả đã quen gọi mình là Kẹo rồi.
Ngày mình mới sinh ra, mình bé tí tẹo (mẹ mình miêu tả là mặt nhỏ bằng cái bóng đèn tròn) nên bố gọi mình là Kẹo. Đến bây giờ, khi mà mình đã to đùng, thấy mình được gọi là Kẹo thì có rất nhiều người thắc mắc tại sao lại thế. Nhưng tên mà, cho dù mình có thay đổi kiểu gì thì nó vẫn cứ gắn liền với mình, mãi mãi.
Hết thời tiểu học, mình nhớ mọi người vẫn luôn gọi mình là Thùy Anh. Cũng có một số người biết tên Kẹo của mình nhưng vì quen gọi Thùy Anh rồi nên cứ tiếp tục gọi như thế. Thực ra mình cũng không thích tên Thùy Anh cho lắm, bởi vì nó cứ dài thế nào ấy. Ví dụ như người ta có thể gọi tên là Trang, Linh, Hương, Hà, Thảo,...v.v... trong khi mình lúc nào cũng là Thùy Anh - tức là lúc nào cũng có 2 chữ ấy mà. Nhiều lúc cảm thấy hơi bất tiện vì điều đó. Nhưng giờ thì mình không còn cảm thấy thế nữa. Tên là do bố mẹ đặt cho, phải biết trân trọng chứ!
Lên cấp 2, hầu hết mọi người vẫn gọi mình là Thùy Anh, chỉ có một số thân thiết gọi mình là Kẹo. Hồi cấp 2 cũng là cái hồi mình mọc thêm nhiều biệt danh nhất (kể cả tự đặt lẫn người khác gọi). Từ những tên dễ thương như là Sóc To, Lừa Con, Vẹt Mập đến những cái tên nghe-là-hiểu như là Thiếu Iốt. Cũng có một cái tên khác mà BFF của mình vẫn thường gọi - Ceo. Đấy là mấy cái tên có vẻ tồn tại được thời gian lâu còn một số cái khác thì cũng mất đi rất nhanh.
Đến khi học cấp 3, mình phải thú thật là cái tên Thùy Anh và Kẹo gần như ngang ngửa nhau. Ở lớp, thường thì người ta sẽ gọi tên thật nhưng chúng nó cũng rất nhiều đứa gọi mình bằng Kẹo, thậm chí là Bí (vì mình là Bí thư mà). Ở đội bóng rổ, tất cả mọi người đều gọi mình Kẹo và có khi quên hẳn tên thật của mình luôn. Mà có khi đội còn gọi mình là Não Mịn (cũng giống kiểu Thiếu Iốt ở trên kia ấy). Còn một số bạn quen trong trường cũng hay gọi mình là Kẹo. Thú thật là mình thấy gọi Kẹo thân thương hơn nhiều. Mà mình tự nhận thấy là với hầu hết những người gọi mình là Kẹo, mình luôn vui vẻ và bắng nhắng, ngược lại với những người gọi mình là Thùy Anh. Không phải vì phân biệt đối xử mà vì tính chất của quan hệ. Nói chung là khá phức tạp. Dù sao thì mình vẫn thích gọi là Kẹo hơn.
Dường như mình đã coi cái tên Kẹo là một cái tên-khai-sinh-thứ-hai của mình rồi. Mình đã quen với nó đến mức mà mẹ mình gọi mình là Thùy Anh mình còn không nghĩ đó là gọi mình nữa. Thật ra tên Kẹo cũng không có gì đặc biệt, rất nhiều người cũng được gọi bằng cái tên này nhưng mình vẫn rất yêu quý và tự hào về nó. Mình là một trong số nhiều Kẹo nhưng mình vẫn là duy nhất.
E no New York Times, este foi parte do artigo.
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The most optimistic projections point to a 3 percent contraction of the economy this year, after a 1.5 percent decline in 2011. Officially, unemployment is at 14.9 percent, its highest point in more than a decade, and more than 30 percent of the country’s young people are out of work. But some analysts suggest that the government is underestimating the true jobless rate, especially for youths, which they say may run as high as 40 or 45 percent.
Hospitals are closing. State benefits, public wages and pensions are being cut. New taxes have been added, and old taxes increased. The government has sold its stake in the national electric company to a state-run Chinese corporation.
In Greece, austerity along these lines unleashed chaos and rage in the streets of Athensand brought about the rise of political extremism. The crisis in France helped drive the conservative Nicolas Sarkozy from the presidency in favor of a socialist, François Hollande, who is calling for a renewed emphasis on growth.
But for all the talk of fascism and firebombs, most people in the austerity zone — which includes Ireland, Greece and Spain — seem to accept their lot. Even the Irish, who have occasionally rebelled against their own government, approved the deficit-cuttingEuropean Union fiscal treaty last week by a healthy margin.
Perhaps nowhere, however, are people quite so acquiescent as in Portugal. Month after month, the government has obligingly put in place the budget cuts, tax increases and loosened labor laws demanded by its international creditors — the so-called troika of the European Commission, the European Central Bank and the International Monetary Fund — with little protest from the Portuguese.
The troika recently cited Portugal’s success in cutting its budget deficit last year to 4.2 percent of gross domestic product, from a high of 10.2 percent in 2009. And with exports rising to a record level in 2011, Portugal’s trade balance has also improved significantly.
While some opposition leaders and trade unions have called to slow the pace of budget cuts, few suggest that the changes are not ultimately necessary. Nor do they contest the urgency of efforts to improve the economy’s competitiveness.
“The Portuguese are mild people,” Mr. Marçalo said. “We don’t take to the streets so much.”
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By me
Call me Snake offers an optimistic provocation – ‘imagine what could be here’ by Judy Millar. On a walk into the city October 3, 2015 Christchurch New Zealand.
The work is comprised of vibrant graphics of Millar’s looped paintings, which are adhered to five intersecting flat planes, and draws inspiration from the forms found in pop-up books. The colourful piece will add a dramatic and rhythmic counterpoint to the city’s current urban landscape — a mix of flattened sites, construction zones and defiant buildings that have stood through the quakes. The work employs theatricality, playfulness and visual trickery, whereby the viewer is unsure about the work’s flatness or three-dimensionality; and it has been designed to offer a different perspective from each angle. The bright colours interrupt the grey of the work’s surrounds, and as buildings pop up around it,
SCAPE 8, New Intimacies curated by Rob Garrett was a contemporary art event which mixed new artworks with existing legacy pieces, an education programme, and a public programme of events. The SCAPE 8 artworks were located around central Christchurch and linked via a public art walkway. All aspects of SCAPE 8 were free-to-view.
The title for the 2015 Biennial – New Intimacies – came from the idea that visually striking and emotionally engaging public art works can create new connections between people and places. Under the main theme of New Intimacies there are three other themes that artists responded to: Sight-Lines, Inner Depths and Shared Strengths.
For more Info: www.scapepublicart.org.nz/scape-8-judy-millar
Sometimes I shoot self portraits when I can't put my feelings into words. I found out yesterday that my grandmother has breast cancer. I didn't know how to feel or explain, as I really didn't know how bad it was or how it was going to be treated. After calling her and finding out the logistics, I felt a sense of relief because there seems to be more hope in it all than I originally thought.
I love my grandmother. She, with my mother and grandfather, were the three most influential adults in my life until I was 14. They each took equal parts in raising me and changing my life in the deepest ways. They were my three parents.
My grandfather died when I was a freshman in high school and I was a mess after his death. For a writing class recently, I had to unearth all of those buried feelings of loss and sorrow and write about the day he died and the events that followed. Needless to say it was a chance to experience healing. So, the timing of my grandmother's condition is kind of ironic, in a sick way. After dealing with the pain of losing my grandfather, I was now experiencing this new possibility of losing my grandmother.
It's been a ride, to say the least.
These images are meant to be viewed in numerical order, but they were uploaded backwards to Flickr. Just a heads up.
This image (#3) is meant to illustrate how I felt after speaking to my grandmother on the phone. Brighter, more hopeful and optimistic. Everything is looking up, though it's all still terribly unfortunate and there's a long road ahead for my grandmother.
I love her dearly, and I hope that you can keep her in your prayers.
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I spent a day in Malmo, Sweden, visiting a friend there. A lovely city with interesting artwork and architecture.
Disc One:
Optimistic
Morning Bell
Karma Police
The National Anthem
In Limbo
No Surprises
My Iron Lung
Dollars and Cents
Bishop's Robes
Talk Show Host
Kid A
Disc Two:
You And Whose Army
Airbag
Lucky
How To Disappear Completely
Paranoid Android
Everything In Its Right Place
Pyramid Song
Exit Music
Knives Out
Big Ideas
Nice Dream