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Barrakud Festival 2016 celebrates its 5th anniversary this summer with a special techno party on Croatia's Zrće Beach.
Taking over one of the strip's best clubs, Berlin's very own Paul Kalkbrenner will be lighting up Papaya with his trademark sound.
Famed for its sun-drenched intimate parties, Barrakud has become a hotspot for techno lovers from across the continent and beyond, with its fifth birthday celebrations looking set to be a party to remember.
Barrakud Festival 2015 was the ideal combination of music, partying and travelling. And in 2016 will also will be held in an exciting locations so whether you like partying on boats, in pools or on the sand, you will enjoy yourself.
Barrakud Festival 2016, the non stop rave is a unique experience provided by the top Djs.
Over the long week, approximately 35,000 people from all over Europe will descend on Zrce beach, in the island of Pag. In all, there will be around 50 popular acts. The partying will take place at five spacious venues, which will be complemented by pool and boat events.
Barrakud Festival’s music, energy and people are sure to help you create memories that will last a long time. Over the years, hundreds of different artistes have helped pushed the boundaries of music and made each experience magical.
Dance to pulsating techno for 8 straight days and when your legs are tired, relax on the gorgeous beach. Join ravers from all across the globe and #ravetheworld at the #5yrsceleration.
Location-
Papaya club, Zrce Beach
Novalja
Croatia
Known as Europe's number one party beach, Zrće is home to some of the continent's best open-air clubs.
What is Papaya club?
The most popular club of Zrce beach – Papaya club – is considered to be the best beach club in Croatia and is also the 23rd best club in the world according to DJ MAG’s list of Top 100 Clubs.
They say it's one of the best party spots in Europe - at the same time the club is a spectacular open air summer beach resort as well as a festival venue. It spreads over 32,000 sq ft and has the capacity of approximately 4500 people.
Line Up-
17 August 2016
Main Party @ Papaya
Paul Kalkbrenner
After Party @ Kalypso
Apparell
Philipp & Cole
Alessio Lerma
Federico Guttadauro
18 August 2016
Main Party @ Kalypso
Ellen Allien
Marco Faraone
Abraham "Bram" Stoker (8 November 1847 – 20 April 1912) was an Irish author, best known today for his 1897 Gothic novel, Dracula. During his lifetime, he was better known as the personal assistant of actor Henry Irving and business manager of the Lyceum Theatre in London, which Irving owned.
Arise! Awake! A mist descends upon the city streets. Sounds pulsate beneath our feet. The sky shudders as Macnas spirits are unleashed by Twilight.
Come out and celebrate with Danu, Goddess of the Divine and Dark: brutal and beautiful, warrior and mother, hallowed and holy, she protects and provokes, takes flight and goes underground.
Mummers and drummers follow and seek. Demons and angels love and loathe, the dead dance and the living transform. Men become gods, fools become Kings, souls are sanctified, reptiles are rarefied and the city streets transform as the journey unfolds.
Bram Stoker Festival are delighted to once again welcome Macnas to Dublin for a city-wide procession to launch the city into Samhain [Halloween].
Description: Powwows are large social gatherings of Native Americans who follow traditional dances started centuries ago by their ancestors, and which continually evolve to include contemporary aspects. These events of drum music, dancing, singing, artistry and food, are attended by Natives and non-Natives, all of whom join in the dancing and take advantage of the opportunity to see old friends and teach the traditional ways to a younger generation. During the National Powwow, the audience see dancers in full regalia compete in several dance categories, including Men and Women's Golden Age (ages 50 and older); Men's Fancy Dance, Grass and Traditional (Northern and Southern); Women's Jingle Dress, Fancy Shawl, and Traditional (Northern and Southern); Teens (13-17); Juniors (6-12) and Tiny Tots (ages 5 and younger). The drum groups are the heart of all powwows and provide the pulsating and thunderous beats that accompany a dancer's every movement. The powwow is led by three "host drums" that showcase three distinct styles of singing (Northern, Southern and contemporary) and represent the best examples of each style. The drum contest highlights groups of 10 to 12 members each, and they sing traditional family songs that are passed down orally from one generation to the next. The National Museum of the American Indian sponsored the National Powwow in 2002, 2005, and 2007 as a way of presenting to the public the diversity and social traditions of contemporary Native cultures.
Creator/Photographer: Walter Larrimore
Medium: Digital photograph
Culture: American Indian
Geography: USA
Date: 2005
Repository: National Museum of the American Indian
Accession number: 081205WLPOWWOW0434
NIKON FM10 ~ Fujifilm Fujicolor 200 Color Negative Film
讓底片記錄生活~
Source of life~
pulsating city~
生命泉源.城市的脈動.
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Day 03 (13.11.2012)
Alleppey, Kerala, India
Kerala the name comes from Kera- The Coconut, You can see coconut trees through out the backwaters.
Kerala - a long strip of enchanting land tucked away in the west corner of India, The green and serene Kerala offers an amazing array of the backwaters. The breathtakingly beautiful destinations are the true storehouses of the nature at its best. The splendid sunsets, the waxing moonlights, the shoals of ducks, the pulsating palms and the wonderful waves make the backwater destinations the most sought after in kaleidoscopic Kerala.
The Kerala backwaters are inland waters, Makes it so enchanting is its exquisite network of lakes, lagoons, rivers, canals (both manmade and natural) and estuaries With 41 west-flowing rivers, five large lakes, Stretches to almost 1,900 kilometers extending virtually the entire length of Kerala state. The backwater routes date back over the centuries and have been long used for all transportation needs, in particular trade in coconut, rubber, rice and spices. In this National Waterway No-3 from Kollam to Kottapuram, covers a distance of 205 km and runs almost parallel to the coast line of southern Kerala facilitating backwater tourism activities. ‘Kollam(Quilon)’, ‘Alappuzha(Alleppey)’, Kottayam and ‘Kochi(Cochin)’ are the principal backwater towns
The backwaters have a unique ecosystem - freshwater from the rivers meets the saltwater from the Arabian Sea in certain areas, such as the Vembanad Lake where a barrage has been built near Thanneermukkom and the Other one in Kayamkulam Lake near Thrikkunnappuzha, In between salt water from the sea is prevented from entering the deep inside, keeping the fresh water intact. Such fresh water is extensively used for irrigation purposes
The people who live along the backwaters in Kerala have a unique relationship with the backwaters. It is the source of the local people's livelihood. The fish caught from its waters, the paddy, coconut and other crops harvested along its banks, the boats they build and use to transport them across the labyrinthine backwaters, are all an integral part of their traditional way of backwater village life.
Many unique species of aquatic life including crabs, frogs and mudskippers, water birds such as terns, kingfishers, darters and cormorants, and animals such as otters and turtles live in and alongside the backwaters. Palm trees, pandanus shrubs, various leafy plants and bushes grow alongside the backwaters, providing a green hue to the surrounding landscape
Not to be missed, these cruises leave you refreshed and rejuvenated. The banks of these rivers are ideal for picnic spots. While cruising you will skim past backwater villages, Traditional fishing operations, Local ferries, Ancient Chinese fishing nets, Renowned snake boat races in onam season, Lush paddy fields, Coir villages, Rustic homes, Temples and coconut groves etc…
A cruise along these backwaters in a ‘Kettuvallom’ (A traditional houseboat) is the perfect way to have a rendezvous with pristine nature and to come face to face with the lifestyle that thrives on the sea shores.
Cruises offered in House boats are – ‘Kollam Rounding’, ‘Alappuzha Rounding’, ‘Kollam to Alappuzha’, ‘Kollam to Kumarakom’ and ‘Kollam to Kochi’.
'Cause I've got the trash
And you got the cash
So baby we should get along fine
So give me all your money
'Cause I know you think I'm funny, yeah
Can't you hear me laughing
Can't you see me smile
Joe Jackson - I'm The Man
A little bit of 1979 in 2012; Joe Jackson's sophomore release coincided with my sophomore year in high school when I was an intern at WCMF radio station. Some of my best memories revolve around this "new" sound pulsating across the airwaves which still makes me groove today.
Happy Me Again Monday and, most importantly, happy 2012, Everyone!
Me Again Monday "New" Theme
Original album cover photography by Bruce Rae
Art Direction by Michael Ross
A slower track from the album, but my favorite nonetheless - ♫ ♪ It's Different for Girls ♫ ♪
Cours Saleya market in Nice is at the heart of the Old Town and it’s always pulsating with life. Striped awnings cover its centre and shelter the products on offer in the daily market. Crowds of locals and tourists come here to do their shopping or sometimes just to look and snap photos of the colourful displays. The scents of fresh produce and flowers seem to put everyone in a good mood and the atmosphere is friendly.*
*https://www.thegoodlifefrance.com/cours-saleya-market-in-nice-france/
British postcard by Star-Images, London, no. Lock 16. Photo: SKA Films, 1998. Publicity still from Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (Guy Ritchie, 1998).
One of our favourite films of the 1990sis the hip and highly stylised British gangster comedy Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (Guy Ritchie, 1998). The story revolves around four friends who become indebted to the local crime lord after a card game goes horribly wrong. The debuting Ritchie brings us an original and hilarious look into the London criminal underground. The film is unforgettable for its inventive, pyrotechnic camera work, great actors, and its flawless, puzzle-perfect screenplay.
The quartet of twenty-something East End friends in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels are the cool and handsome Eddie (Nick Moran), Bacon (Jason Statham), Tom (Jason Flemyng), and Soap (Dexter Fletcher) It was Statham's film debut and the former diver would go on to star in such action films as The Transporter (Corey Yuen, 2002) and its three sequels. Sting appears briefly in several scenes as JD, Eddie's bar-owning father. P.H. Moriarty is wonderful as the hard-as-nails villain and crime boss 'Hatchet' Harry Lonsdale. And former Wales international footballer Vinnie Jones seems to naturally fit his part as debt-collector Big Chris, both tough guy, and family man. It's a film full of testosterone. In fact, one of the very few females in the film doesn't even speak, though she handles a machine gun fairly well. The acting from all involved is great. Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels was nominated for a British Academy Film Award in 1998 for the outstanding British Film of the Year. Based on a $1.35 million budget, the film had a box office gross of over $28 million, making it a commercial success.
With Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (1998), Guy Ritchie took his first step in establishing his own brand. His energetic, ultra-contemporary camera work incorporates such devices as slow motion, fast motion, and freeze-frame coupled with narration. It actually expands upon Martin Scorsese's visual style and camera movements in Mean Streets and Goodfellas. Critics also compared Ritchie's film with the works of Quentin Tarantino and Danny Boyle's 'Trainspotting' but Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels is inventive and a true original. Ritchie's film is an involved, complex, and layered work and is essential viewing. The soundtrack is first-rate, from the hits of James Brown to 'I Wanna Be Your Dog' by The Stooges. The groovy, pulsating music and lyrics are often succinctly synchronized with the action and dialogue in the film, creating a theatrical rhythm. While the picture's main focus is on a group of lads who invest money in a high-stakes, rigged card game and lose, the broader story concerns approximately eight different groups of criminals whose paths cross during various illegal pursuits: money, guns, drugs, even revenge. Guy Ritchie's film debut is quite violent, but it's also humorous throughout.
Laura Abraham at AllMovie: "A rabid, farcical look at gangsters in East End London, it contains mayhem at the center of every scene and gains additional intensity from the slow-motion technique Ritchie employs in many of his death sequences. Ritchie's manipulation of these sequences forces his audience to experience the full pain of the events by seeing every detail frame by frame, something particularly apparent in the director's handling of the boxing-ring poker game that catalyses the story. A series of different angles and techniques convey the pressure each character at the table is feeling, and the use of slow-motion makes it impossible for the audience to ignore the pain and anguish that Eddy (expertly played by Nick Moran) must feel when he realizes he is losing a lot of money."
Sources: Laura Abraham (AllMovie), Wikipedia, and IMDb.
And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.
Experience this Saturday the electrifying energy of
♪♫♪ VNV Nation ♪♫♪
live on ✰Morgenstern✰ stage! Immerse yourself in a world of captivating music, pulsating beats, and profound lyrics.
➩ Saturday, September 23 - 11:30 AM SLT
Lost in the pulsating rhythm and kaleidoscope of lights, I find myself swept away in the euphoria of Yomi's birthday celebration. With Elsie dancing beside me, our laughter mingles with the beat, echoing through the crowded club. As Marco and our other friends join the revelry, the energy of the night becomes infectious. I can feel the music coursing through my veins as I strum a few chords on the guitar, adding my own touch to the festivities. Each snapshot captures the essence of joy and camaraderie, a testament to the magic of friendship and the power of music. Happy Birthday to Yomi!
Detroit Metro Airport- Who would have thought that you would get off a plane and walk through a psychedelic tunnel with a light show to pulsating music at the Detroit Airport. Sure made the trip a lot more enjoyable! Straight out of the camera.
Beauty; A poem by Hassan Wanini
Beauty is absolutely amazing
Its Bobby Riggs and Billie Jean King.
Its a dog having claws and a horse having not.
Its a sunny day in a devon winter.
Its enjoying the atmosphere and chanting through your heart
“What beauty this is” -
Chanting
in rhythmic waves…
ripple after ripple.
Beauty is love circling around our souls -
Immersing itself into us,
through us -
and coming out bright;
radiating across the skies into others.
Beauty is Mekatilili, beauty is Hellen Keller.
Beauty is Majid Tehranian
and Daisaku Ikeda
in an exchange.
Beauty is
X and King hand in hand,
Everything pulsating
one rhythm of
absolute succulence.
Beauty is
you reading this,
seeing it,
and reflecting something else.
Epic melodrama from the "pulsating pages" of the MGM Prize Novel by Elizabeth Goudge. The mistaken identity plot moves from Europe to New Zealand and includes a spectacular earthquake sequence. Curiously for an exotic and fairly lavish period picture it is shot in BxW.
My second night on Benachie, and it was well worth the effort, with some bright colourful rays's for a time as the moon was rising. The moon became stronger as the night progressed, but the lower level green aurora was still bright enough to stand out, as the mists roll in and out, almost like the seashore. I was not alone at the start of the night, with quite a few fellow aurora enthusiasts having made the effort to climb above the fog, but I'm on my own later, with just a bright pulsating green arc for company. Composed of 890 shots taken with a Canon 6d, Samyang 14mm lens, between 2024 and 0132 UTC, 12th/13th September 2014.
Have I gone Mad? Lots of aurora starting at 11:30 pm while the sky was still in the nautical twilight stage. Stars were dim, contrast was awesome between the aurora and the sky. Fairbanks, Alaska: morning of April 13, 2011.
Shibuya Crossing, located in the heart of Tokyo, Japan, is one of the busiest and most iconic pedestrian crossings in the world. This image captures the dynamic atmosphere of Shibuya, where the pulsating energy of the city comes to life. The crossing is surrounded by towering buildings adorned with colorful advertisements and digital billboards, creating a vibrant and electric ambiance. The area is a hub of activity, with people from all walks of life converging to experience the unique blend of modernity and tradition that Tokyo offers.
Shibuya Crossing is not just a transportation node but also a cultural landmark. It reflects the rapid development and modernization of Tokyo over the years. The buildings around the crossing are a mix of contemporary architecture, with sleek glass facades, and older structures that add a touch of historical charm. Among the notable landmarks is the Shibuya 109 shopping mall, a fashion mecca since the 1970s, known for its cutting-edge styles and youth culture.
Historically, Shibuya has been a center for commerce and culture. The district has evolved from a quiet village during the Edo period to a bustling metropolis. The crossing itself symbolizes Tokyo's relentless energy and innovation. Each traffic light change brings a wave of pedestrians, creating a visual spectacle that is both chaotic and mesmerizing. The area is also a popular meeting spot, with the famous Hachiko statue nearby, commemorating the loyal Akita dog who waited for his owner every day at Shibuya Station.
Shibuya Crossing is a must-visit destination for anyone exploring Tokyo. Whether you're interested in shopping, dining, or simply soaking in the urban atmosphere, this area offers an unparalleled experience that captures the essence of modern Japan.
Short clip showing the wall I painted and the 'Pulsating still life' installation made with the artist extended head for my exhibition at Trollhättans konsthall. will post the full version of the animation & sound later.
Abraham "Bram" Stoker (8 November 1847 – 20 April 1912) was an Irish author, best known today for his 1897 Gothic novel, Dracula. During his lifetime, he was better known as the personal assistant of actor Henry Irving and business manager of the Lyceum Theatre in London, which Irving owned.
Arise! Awake! A mist descends upon the city streets. Sounds pulsate beneath our feet. The sky shudders as Macnas spirits are unleashed by Twilight.
Come out and celebrate with Danu, Goddess of the Divine and Dark: brutal and beautiful, warrior and mother, hallowed and holy, she protects and provokes, takes flight and goes underground.
Mummers and drummers follow and seek. Demons and angels love and loathe, the dead dance and the living transform. Men become gods, fools become Kings, souls are sanctified, reptiles are rarefied and the city streets transform as the journey unfolds.
Bram Stoker Festival are delighted to once again welcome Macnas to Dublin for a city-wide procession to launch the city into Samhain [Halloween].
Without question the best title for a song...
EVER.
Listen, dance, float, or whatever it is you do...
This is for 4 people:
1 - Liina, so she doesn't forget what i look like ;)
2 - Tyla - Because she put Minnie Riperton in my head.
3 - Victor - Because it samples TKK.
4 - Ryan (Pimpsycakes) - because it has a "cock"-a-doodle-doo sound in it ;)
If you really like me...
Commentary.
The endless swathes of imperial Scots Pine.
Exquisite , calm waters of Loch Beinn á Mheadhoin and Affric,
convoluted by dips, hollows, bays and enchanting fresh-water islands.
Lofty, imposing peaks of Càrn Eighe, Màm Sodhail and Sgùrr na Lapaich, often snow-capped, well into April, and even May.
A glen of pulsating life.
From Wood-Ants and Dragon-Fly
to Salmon and Trout.
From Red Deer and Golden Eagle
to Wood-Cock and Wildcat.
Iconic, momentous, overwhelming, breath-taking in early morning mists, under winter snow or in colourful Autumn garb.
In Spring when Broom and Gorse smother slopes in dazzling yellow flower to Summer when green dominates and life buzzes with a frenzy.
As here, in Autumn, when the sun falls earlier behind the West Coast peaks, the tranquil, golden reflections of peaks, forest and island create a sumptuous vision of utter peace,
serenity and prodigious beauty.
Beyond doubt, this glen has a mystical magic beyond my powers of description.
If you ever go there, and catch it in a more convivial mood,
you will never forget it, never regret it
and you will surely return.
It really is a little bit of heaven……paradise.
I know nowhere quite like it.
Once smitten, the love affair
is likely to be eternal!
In the pulsating heart of Shinjuku, Tokyo, the urban ballet unfolds as a dapper man strides past a vibrant yellow storefront, his presence a calm note against the backdrop of the city's ceaseless rhythm.
Abraham "Bram" Stoker (8 November 1847 – 20 April 1912) was an Irish author, best known today for his 1897 Gothic novel, Dracula. During his lifetime, he was better known as the personal assistant of actor Henry Irving and business manager of the Lyceum Theatre in London, which Irving owned.
Arise! Awake! A mist descends upon the city streets. Sounds pulsate beneath our feet. The sky shudders as Macnas spirits are unleashed by Twilight.
Come out and celebrate with Danu, Goddess of the Divine and Dark: brutal and beautiful, warrior and mother, hallowed and holy, she protects and provokes, takes flight and goes underground.
Mummers and drummers follow and seek. Demons and angels love and loathe, the dead dance and the living transform. Men become gods, fools become Kings, souls are sanctified, reptiles are rarefied and the city streets transform as the journey unfolds.
Bram Stoker Festival are delighted to once again welcome Macnas to Dublin for a city-wide procession to launch the city into Samhain [Halloween].
WHAT: opening party of KLUB 15 by Keiko Clementine
WHEN: Saturday, Aug. 26th, 1pm SLT
WHERE: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/GBTH/104/150/35
Music by Kanjena Sausage
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The doors swung open, revealing a vibrant world pulsating with energy. Neon lights bathed the entrance in a kaleidoscope of colors, casting a surreal glow on the eager crowd. The bass of disco music throbbed through the air, vibrating with an irresistible rhythm. Glitter rained down from the ceiling, catching the light and creating a sparkling rain. The atmosphere was a mixture of euphoria and freedom, as the revelers moved to the music with carefree abandon, lost in the magic of KLUB 15.
See you on Saturday, August 26th at 1pm SLT as we experience Keiko Clementine's love letter to the virtual world.
Interview with the artist: gbth.org/GBTH-Magazine-20
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poster by Keiko Clementine
"So Mystifying"
You know you're so mystifying
You know you're so mystifying
Well, help me, baby, get a message through
You leave my mouth wide open with the things that you do
First you say you love me, then you say that we're through
You know you're so mystifying, can't believe it's true
You know you're so mystifying
You know you're so mystifying
You know that every time I see you walking down the street
You got a mystifying wiggle from your head to your feet
You got a shock wave pulsating rhythm through my brain
You know you're so mystifying, you just ain't the same
You know you're so mystifying
You know you're so mystifying
You know you're so mystifying
You know you're so mystifying
Well, mystify me by the way that you walk
You even mystify me by the way you talk
Go from one day to the next if you'll be mine
Oh, little woman, you are so mystifying
You know you're so mystifying
You know you're so mystifying
You know you're so mystifying
- of the Season. This is how I'm starting to feel nowadays :)
'Camera toss' without tossing, just moving while shooting. SooC
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Standing at the helm of the ship’s command deck, the Command Core Valkyrie embodies the fusion of elegance, discipline, and technological supremacy. Clad in a battle-worn exo-armored suit adorned with crimson glyphs of an ancient warrior code, she commands respect with her mere presence. Her armor is a hybrid of reinforced alloy and synthetic muscle, laced with pulsating interface nodes and modular power channels — built for zero-G combat and deep-space survival.
Her eyes, glacial and unnervingly vivid, seem to pierce through both flesh and data. A streak of violet glints through her dark, windswept hair — a symbol of her elevated neural rank, hardwired into the ship’s AI lattice. Every breath she draws syncs with the vessel’s pulse. Behind her, the star-scarred nebula spills through the command viewport, casting ethereal purples and blues across her shoulders like a cosmic mantle.
She is more than a captain — she is a relic of a forgotten galactic order, reawakened in an era of decay. Half legend, half sentinel, the Valkyrie does not merely steer the ship. She is the ship.
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I’m back … after 1 month traveling through Thailand.
It was a nice trip… lots of temples and Buddha statues, warm and sunny weather, wonderful beaches and islands… and a pulsating metropolis.
I will try to catch up as far as possible in the next days!
"It is the ineffable from which we draw the taste of the sacred, the joy of the imperishable."
-Man Is Not Alone: A Philosophy of Religion by Abraham Joshua Heschel
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Absent Sophia
Poetry ceases without you
Ache embraces a pounding heart
Caged behind a glass door
A grieving liturgy waits
Silence roars on empty ears
Confined a soul thrashes
Lyrics fail to chant in your absence
Throbbing veins pulsate against flesh
Imprisoned by white bones
-rc
We were treated to an absolutely stunning aurora display on the morning of the 24th of April 2012. Easily the best I have seen in my eventful four years of sky watching. The display started off strong at nightfall (22:00 UT) with intense and almost static rays. However shortly after magnetic midnight the aurora came to life, complete with waving curtains, shimmering rays, vivid colours and pulsating heart. A spellbinding and enrolling time was endured from dusk to dawn. A Stunning display to remember during the bright summer months ahead.
The Chicago Bears' 1972 controversial decision over the Minnesota Vikings;
...this is what I would like to remember back in '72 as a "die-hard" Bears fan; following "The Rookies", the Chicago Bears play their first ("primetime") nationally televised game at Soldier Field against the Minnesota Vikings. Hearing that familiar voice at the top of the hour announce; "hello everyone this is Howard Cossell live from Soldier Field Chicago Illinios, welcome to ABC's Monday Night Football" must have brought goose bumps to the arms of every Bears fan nationwide. And what a night it was. A classic black & blue smash mouth battle against Fran Tarkenton & the "Purple People Eaters". After Tarkenton hit John Gilliam for an early 7-0 lead, the Bears offense uncharacteristically drain 25 minutes off the clock in the first half as Jim Harrison slams into the Berserkers time and time again. Harrison would eventually catch a TD pass from Bobby Douglass to close out the first half for a 10-7 Bears lead. Fred Cox evened the score in the 3rd, setting the stage for an epic 4th quarter struggle. Up and down, back & forth, sacks, interceptions and countless fumbles. It all seemed so surreal with the glow of the Soldier Field pillars in the background looking like a Roman Coliseum where gladiators battle. Men grunting and groaning with the sound of their helmets cracking against one another and of course, Dick Butkus in the middle of all that chaos. After Mac Percival splits the uprights for a 13-10 lead, Fran Tarkenton drives Minnesota one last time down the field in classic clock manipulation to put the Vikings in position to win or at the very least, tie it up. Feeling the blood pulsating through the top of my head, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't bare to witness what was about to happen. As I look away from the impending doom, I hear my Grandpa shout; "oh my God I don't believe it!"...I look up and to my amazement the Bears are carrying Abe Gibron off the field like they just won the Super Bowl. The next day the Chicago Tribune confirms it with; "Cox FG Try Fails at :07".
Chicago Tribune: October 24, 1972;
Bears Hold Off Vikings' Bid
Cox FG Try Fails at :07, Bears Defeat Vikings 13-10
"We just played football," Abe Gibron said last night in a remarkably soft voice before a national television audience".
What the above picture doesn't show is the drama that unfolded after Mac Percival's "game winning" field goal. Summoning my best Paul Harvey impersonation, "here is the rest of the story"; Minnesota's Charlie West returned the ensuing kickoff 21 yards to the Vikings 28. About five and a half minutes remained when Fran Tarkenton ignored the Bud Grant doctrine and returned to his frantic scrambling ways. Rapidly moving the Vikings downfield past the 50-yard marker deep into Bears territory with passes of 25 yards to John Gilliam and 28 yards to John Henderson. At the two-minute warning, after a 6-yard pass over the middle to John Beasley, the Vikings were in firm control with the ball resting at Chicago's 15 yard line. A five yard completion to Ed Marinaro put the ball at the 10. Chicago's chances of winning were dwindling quite significantly when Tarkenton lobbed a toss to Beasley, whom immediately lateraled the ball to Vikings' guard Ed White who trudged to the Bears 5. Two plays later on third down and still at the Bears 5, Tarkenton, under heavy pressure scrambled to his left and fired a shot to Beasley in the end zone. Less than a split second later a line judge signals touchdown, game over...right? Wrong. Suddenly a yellow flag flies out and Ed White is ruled in violation of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. No touchdown, White (an offensive guard) is flagged for being "illegally downfield" of the 15 yard variety shoving Minnesota back to Chicago's 20 yard line. As the officials try to calm a livid Bud Grant, Minnesota faces third down all over again. Tarkenton accepts the snap and scrambles to his left and without notice, changes direction and roles to his right and fires a shot intended for Gene Washington. Only this time, big play expert Ron Smith breaks up the pass. On fourth down with 7 seconds to go, Fed Cox' FG attempt to tie the game up is wide to the left. Even though the Bears notch a pulse-pounding victory, the question begs to be asked. At what point was Ed White "illegally downfield"? When did White became known as an "ineligible receiver"?, was he in the end zone to celebrate Beasley's touchdown catch? Or was it due to the flow of blocking downfield...after all, Tarkenton was scrambling, was he not? At any rate, this is a judgment call determined by an official who overruled a line judge who signaled it a touchdown, hence; officially decided. ..."and that was the rest of the story...good day".
Chicago Tribune: October 24, 1972;
Grant Angry at Ref's Call
Bud Grant, the always cool, unemotional coach of the Minnesota Vikings, finally was brought to a mild simmer last night in Soldier Field by an official's call that cost his Vikings a game-winning touchdown in the final seconds.
Poem.
Golden Cherry,
Yellow Larch.
Orange Birch.
Bronze Ferns.
Upright, bottle-green Spruce.
Stately, cone-laden, Scots Pine.
Bushes of Gorse and Broom.
Rock-faces.
Hills.
Mosses.
Algae.
Fungi.
And a mist “melting” into an Autumnal sky.
Forests can be sterile,
too uniform.
Not here.
A lavish, richly painted canvas.
Atmospheric.
With an ambience of pulsating,
multi-coloured, vibrant life.
52 Weeks of 2018
Week No: 25
Theme: Environmental Portrait
Category: Creative
I have the honor and privilege of shooting images for the Forgotten Paws Animal Rescue. Depicted here is Dawn, one of the founders of the organization and Roseanne, a very dedicated volunteer. In the middle of these two wonderful women is Tara, a sweet puppy with a disease called congenital megaesophagus. That means that she needs to use gravity to help get the food down her esophagus into her stomach. Her stomach lining doesn’t have the ability to pulsate/push the food down into her stomach, so she eats standing up and then is held upright for around 30 minutes. She is learning to use her “Bailey Chair” which enables her to safely eat. Roseanne is her foster mom teaching her to use her new chair.
(This image was shot at the most recent adoption event held by the Forgotten Paws Animal Rescue held at the Unleashed by Petco, Bressi Ranch, Carlsbad, California.)
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On the nights when I can't sleep, I cast my nets to see what the universe and my heart people have to say.
My heart people are always amazed at how I know things just like that, even though they don't tell me anything and sometimes even have no contact with me for weeks or months.
I then tell them again and again with joy that I feel them and yes, sometimes that is no walk in the park either. Many people don't realize that what they send out also reaches the other person in some way. The universe always finds a way.
I would like to show you what a channeling sounds like during a soul process and this is just an extract from one night, some processes take years, if not decades, it is not a race, it is a marathon, so it is also important that you take good care of yourself and take time for yourself in between.
Since I receive many messages from the universe, I will show you a few that I received on 7.11.23 at night, some of which I have already been able to send to the people for whom it was intended ♥
Tik Tok Messages for me:
It`s always dark before the dawn
Music messages to me:
It dorps Pre-save Trust in the Vision✨
SYNTHONY - Fatboy Slim 'Right Here, Right Now' / Fedde Le Grande 'Let Me Think About It' (Live)
Bach Cello Suite No.1 In G Major, BWV 1007 I. Prélude - SYMPHONIACS (Violin/Cello/Electronic Cover)
Ed Sheeran - I See Fire Official Video
Lady Gaga, Bradley Cooper - Shallow (from A Star Is Born) (Official Music Video)
Set Fire to the Rain from Adele
Sia - Unstoppable (R3hab Remix) Lyrics
EPIC POP | ''Masterpiece'' by WAR*HALL
Sam Tinnesz - Leading The Pack (Lyrics)
Valley Of Wolves - Take It All (Lyrics)
WAR*HALL - Bring That Fire (Official Audio) [Music Used by Dude Perfect!]
Imagine Dragons - Birds (Animated Video)
Imagine Dragons - Children of the Sky (a Starfield song) [Official Music Video]
Imagine Dragons - Follow You (Lyric Video)
Tik Tok for and from the people in my heart:
Music messages from people of my heart:
Teddy Swims - Lose Control (Live)
Josh Groban - You're Still You
David Garrett - Io Ti Penso Amore ft. Nicole Scherzinger
Nathan Wagner - A Letter to my Wife... From 2072
Calum Scott - You Are The Reason
Bastille - Million Pieces ft. The Chamber Orchestra Of London (Live)
Imagine Dragons - I Bet My Life
This is the message that flowed through me during the song: SYNTHONY - Darude Sandstorm (Live from Melbourne)
Life is like an orchestra
Are you ready to listen deeper into yourself than ever before?
Can you hear the sound of your soul, can you feel how it begins to pulsate in rhythm?
Can you feel the chills racing through your body?
She is THERE! Feel it from the tips of your hair to your little toe FEEL YOURSELF!
Can you feel your light starting to shine?
Shine brighter than ever before because absolutely NOTHING can stop you.
The angel Metatron is at your side because YOU are creating your own REALITY.
Do you hear the soft whisper?
It whispers: are you ready? Because there is so much more to come.
Are you ready to open up and receive?
Are you ready for inner and outer abundance? Because dear one, it is on its way to you and it will be bigger than any Zunami wave you have mastered so far.
I know you can feel it because you are different! You don't need portal days to hear us because you don't just hear us, you feel us and see us.
We are with you, we always have been, and it is a joy to watch you master yourself and turn negatives into positives.
Can you hear the applause, the roaring and shouting of your angels and ancestors?
When you decided to take this path, even we had our doubts, but we are all the more pleased to see how well you are doing.
With every level you climb, the positive and negative energies feel stronger. The stronger YOU become, the stronger your Opponents will be.
Adjust your focus if necessary because dear we are still here, you are not alone even if it sometimes feels like you are. We know how you love to fight your battles alone always remember to ask for help and it will be given to you.
You have managed to draw strength from the pain that bring you down.
So many sleepless nights that some people would collapse under, but NOT YOU!
You use your time and work hard on yourself, always want to know more and even if you fall, you just get up again and carry your scars with pride!
You also draw your strength from them because they have all made you who you are today.
You are love, you are the abundance of abundance.
Let us all tell you one thing, we are incredibly proud of you!
Keep up the good work follow the signs we send you and stay in trust remember come what may and WANT what may come!
In the name of light with light for light and love because love is the strongest force
With kind regards your Universe ♥
In den Nächten, in denen ich nicht schlafen kann, werfe ich meine Netze aus, um zu sehen was das Universum und meine Herzmenschen zu sagen haben.
Meine Herzmenschen wundern sich immer wieder, wie ich Dinge einfach so weiss, obwohl sie mir nichts sagen und sogar manchmal über Wochen oder Monate keinen Kontakt mit mir haben.
Ich sage Ihnen dann immer wieder mit Freude das ich sie fühle und ja auch das ist manchmal kein Zuckerschlecken. Ganz viele sind sich nicht bewusst, dass das, was sie aussenden auf irgendeine Art auch beim Gegenüber ankommt. Das Universum findet immer einen weg.
Ich möchte euch mal zeigen, wie so ein Channeling wärend eines Seelenprozess sich anhört und dies ist nur ein Ausschnitt von einer Nacht manche Prozesse dauern Jahre, wenn nicht Jahrzehnte das ist kein Rennen es ist ein Marathon, deswegen ist es auch wichtig, dass man sich gut um sich selbst kümmert und sich zwischen durch auch Zeit für sich selbst nimmt.
Da ich viele Botschaften vom Universum erhalte zeige ich euch an dieser Stelle ein paar die ich am 7.11.23 nachts erhalten habe einige davon konnte ich schon an die Menschen verschicken, für die es bestimmt war ♥
Dies ist die Botschaft, die durch mich geflossen ist, wärend des Liedes SYNTHONY - Darude Sandstorm (Live from Melbourne)
Das Leben ist wie ein Orchester
Bist du bereit so tief wie noch nie zuvor in dich hinein zuhören?
Kannst du den Klang deiner Seele hören spürst du wie sie im Rhythmus beginnt zu pulsieren?
Spürst du die Gänsehaut, die durch deinen Körper rast?
Sie ist DA! Von den Haarspitzen bis in den kleinen Zeh fühl es FÜHL DICH SELBST!
Spürst du wie dein Licht anfängt zu strahlen?
Strahle heller als jemals zu vor den NICHTS absolut nichts kann dich aufhalten.
Der Engel Metatron ist an deiner Seite den DU erschaffst dir deine eigene REALITÄT.
Hörst du das leise Flüstern?
Es flüstert: bist du bereit? Denn da kommt noch so viel mehr.
Bist du bereit dich zu öffnen und zu empfangen?
Bist du bereit für die Innere und äussere Fülle? Denn liebes sie ist auf dem Weg zu dir und sie wird grösser als jede Zunami Welle, die du bis jetzt gemeistert hast.
Ich weiss du spürst es den du bist anders! Du brauchst keine Portaltage, um uns zu hören den du hörst uns nicht nur du fühlst uns und siehst uns.
Wir sind bei dir wir waren es immer, und es ist eine Freude dir zu zusehen wie du dich selbst meisterst und negatives in positives verwandelst.
Kannst du den Applaus hören das Tosen und Rufen deiner Engel und Ahnen?
Als du dich für diesen Weg entschieden hast hatten sogar wir bedenken doch um so mehr freut es uns zu sehen, wie gut du dich schlägst.
Mit jedem Level das du erklimmst fühlen sich die positiven wie auch die negativen Energien heftiger an. Je stärker DU wirst, desto stärker werden auch deine Gegner sein.
Justiere deinen Fokus, wenn nötig den liebes wir sind auch noch da du bist nicht allein auch wenn es sich manchmal für dich so anfühlt. Wir wissen, wie gerne du deine Schlachten allein schlägst denk immer daran bitte und es wird dir gegeben.
Du hast es geschafft aus dem was dich runter zieht und dir schmerz bereitet deine kraft zu ziehen.
So viele schlaflose Nächte unter denen manch einer zusammen brechen würde doch NICHT DU!
Du nutzt deine Zeit und arbeitest hart an dir, willst immer noch mehr wissen und auch wenn du mal fällst, stehst du einfach wieder auf und trägst deine Narben mit Stoltz!
Du ziehst auch aus ihnen deine Kraft den sie alle haben dich zu dem gemacht, wer du heute bist.
Du bist die Liebe du bist die Fülle der Fülle.
Lass dir von uns allen eines sagen wir sind unglaublich stolz auf dich!
Du ziehst auch aus ihnen deine Kraft den sie alle haben dich zu dem gemacht wer du heute bist.
Du bist die Liebe du bist die Fülle der Fülle.
Lass dir von uns allen eines sagen wir sind unglaublich stolz auf dich!
Mach weiter so folge den Zeichen, die wir dir senden und bleib im vertrauen denk daran komme was wolle und WOLLE was da KOMME!
Im Namen des Lichts mit Licht für das Licht und die Liebe den die Liebe ist die Stärkste Kraft
Mit Freundlichen Grüssen dein Universum ♥
Abraham "Bram" Stoker (8 November 1847 – 20 April 1912) was an Irish author, best known today for his 1897 Gothic novel, Dracula. During his lifetime, he was better known as the personal assistant of actor Henry Irving and business manager of the Lyceum Theatre in London, which Irving owned.
Arise! Awake! A mist descends upon the city streets. Sounds pulsate beneath our feet. The sky shudders as Macnas spirits are unleashed by Twilight.
Come out and celebrate with Danu, Goddess of the Divine and Dark: brutal and beautiful, warrior and mother, hallowed and holy, she protects and provokes, takes flight and goes underground.
Mummers and drummers follow and seek. Demons and angels love and loathe, the dead dance and the living transform. Men become gods, fools become Kings, souls are sanctified, reptiles are rarefied and the city streets transform as the journey unfolds.
Bram Stoker Festival are delighted to once again welcome Macnas to Dublin for a city-wide procession to launch the city into Samhain [Halloween].
While surely we’ll still chum around and admire each other’s work after this, lets be clear that this Iron Builder competition between me and Guy Himber is a battle. We are two well known talented builders with formidable reputations and wits to match. In order to compete against the likes of my friend Guy one would need a legendary warrior with a powerful disposition.
I present to you Ajax The Great! He is a centaur...the most legendary of the mystical beasts and his very name means “greatest warrior” in Greek. He wears a Hoplite helmet and armor and carries a spear and shield. While mostly white, he is adorned with coppery elements that serve as a salute to my competitor’s Steampunk leanings. His form uses a staggering 54 of the 1x6x3 1/3 white curved arch elements required in accordance with the Iron Builder competition. He is also endowed with...um...lets just say...Hurculean attributes designed specifically to intimidate my friend and competitor. And by Hurculean attributes I mean his big...hard...throbbing...vein laden...monstrous...pulsating...unrelenting...biceps! He’s got two tickets to the “gun show” and both guns and all four hooves are going to be used to turn Guy Himber into pulp!
While Guy resorts to creating fake profiles and padding his own images with his own comments in order to create the illusion of popularity, I rely solely on heart, artistry, strength, skill...and the undying adoration of You The People. You have quickly made my first entry one of my most popular and talked about creations of all time and I am certain that this centaur will fare just as well. I thank you, in advance, my friends for your comments, faves, and praise for it is through my win that your voices will be heard.
.. the whole place pulsated with colourful LEDs in gosais' headgear, excited to commence holi pooja during sunrise.
see my fav NIGHT images here
9.4.09
The flight arrived on time; and the twelve hours while on board passed quickly and without incident. To be sure, the quality of the Cathay Pacific service was exemplary once again.
Heathrow reminds me of Newark International. The décor comes straight out of the sterile 80's and is less an eyesore than an insipid background to the rhythm of human activity, such hustle and bustle, at the fore. There certainly are faces from all races present, creating a rich mosaic of humanity which is refreshing if not completely revitalizing after swimming for so long in a sea of Chinese faces in Hong Kong.
Internet access is sealed in England, it seems. Nothing is free; everything is egregiously monetized from the wireless hotspots down to the desktop terminals. I guess Hong Kong has spoiled me with its abundant, free access to the information superhighway.
11.4.09
Despite staying in a room with five other backpackers, I have been sleeping well. The mattress and pillow are firm; my earplugs keep the noise out; and the sleeping quarters are as dark as a cave when the lights are out, and only as bright as, perhaps, a dreary rainy day when on. All in all, St. Paul's is a excellent place to stay for the gregarious, adventurous, and penurious city explorer - couchsurfing may be a tenable alternative; I'll test for next time.
Yesterday Connie and I gorged ourselves at the borough market where there were all sorts of delectable, savory victuals. There was definitely a European flavor to the food fair: simmering sausages were to be found everywhere; and much as the meat was plentiful, and genuine, so were the dairy delicacies, in the form of myriad rounds of cheese, stacked high behind checkered tabletops. Of course, we washed these tasty morsels down with copious amounts of alcohol that flowed from cups as though amber waterfalls. For the first time I tried mulled wine, which tasted like warm, rancid fruit punch - the ideal tonic for a drizzling London day, I suppose. We later killed the afternoon at the pub, shooting the breeze while imbibing several diminutive half-pints in the process. Getting smashed at four in the afternoon doesn't seem like such a bad thing anymore, especially when you are having fun in the company of friends; I can more appreciate why the English do it so much!
Earlier in the day, we visited the Tate Modern. Its turbine room lived up to its prominent billing what with a giant spider, complete with bulbous egg sac, anchoring the retrospective exhibit. The permanent galleries, too, were a delight upon which to feast one's eyes. Picasso, Warhol and Pollock ruled the chambers of the upper floors with the products of their lithe wrists; and I ended up becoming a huge fan of cubism, while developing a disdain for abstract art and its vacuous images, which, I feel, are devoid of both motivation and emotion.
My first trip yesterday morning was to Emirates Stadium, home of the Arsenal Gunners. It towers imperiously over the surrounding neighborhood; yet for all its majesty, the place sure was quiet! Business did pick up later, however, once the armory shop opened, and dozens of fans descended on it like bees to a hive. I, too, swooped in on a gift-buying mission, and wound up purchasing a book for Godfrey, a scarf for a student, and a jersey - on sale, of course - for good measure.
I'm sitting in the Westminster Abbey Museum now, resting my weary legs and burdened back. So far, I've been verily impressed with what I've seen, such a confluence of splendor and history before me that it would require days to absorb it all, when regretfully I can spare only a few hours. My favorite part of the abbey is the poets corner where no less a literary luminary than Samuel Johnson rests in peace - his bust confirms his homely presence, which was so vividly captured in his biography.
For lunch I had a steak and ale pie, served with mash, taken alongside a Guinness, extra cold - 2 degrees centigrade colder, the bartender explained. It went down well, like all the other delicious meals I've had in England; and no doubt by now I have grown accustomed to inebriation at half past two. Besides, Liverpool were playing inspired football against Blackburn; and my lunch was complete.
Having had my fill of football, I decided to skip my ticket scalping endeavor at Stamford Bridge and instead wandered over to the British Museum to inspect their extensive collections. Along the way, my eye caught a theater, its doors wide open and admitting customers. With much rapidity, I subsequently checked the show times, saw that a performance was set to begin, and at last rushed to the box office to purchase a discounted ticket - if you call a 40 pound ticket a deal, that is. That's how I grabbed a seat to watch Hairspray in the West End.
The show was worth forty pounds. The music was addictive; and the stage design and effects were not so much kitschy as delightfully stimulating - the pulsating background lights were at once scintillating and penetrating. The actors as well were vivacious, oozing charisma while they danced and delivered lines dripping in humor. Hairspray is a quality production and most definitely recommended.
12.4.09
At breakfast I sat across from a man who asked me to which country Hong Kong had been returned - China or Japan. That was pretty funny. Then he started spitting on my food as he spoke, completely oblivious to my breakfast becoming the receptacle in which the fruit of his inner churl was being placed. I guess I understand the convention nowadays of covering one's mouth whilst speaking and masticating at the same time!
We actually conversed on London life in general, and I praised London for its racial integration, the act of which is a prodigious leap of faith for any society, trying to be inclusive, accepting all sorts of people. It wasn't as though the Brits were trying in vain to be all things to all men, using Spanish with the visitors from Spain, German with the Germans and, even, Hindi with the Indians, regardless of whether or not Hindi was their native language; not even considering the absurd idea of encouraging the international adoption of their language; thereby completely keeping English in English hands and allowing its proud polyglots to "practice" their languages. Indeed, the attempt of the Londoners to avail themselves of the rich mosaic of ethnic knowledge, and to seek a common understanding with a ubiquitous English accent is an exemplar, and the bedrock for any world city.
I celebrated Jesus' resurrection at the St. Andrew's Street Church in Cambridge. The parishioners of this Baptist church were warm and affable, and I met several of them, including one visiting (Halliday) linguistics scholar from Zhongshan university in Guangzhou, who in fact had visited my tiny City University of Hong Kong in 2003. The service itself was more traditional and the believers fewer in number than the "progressive" services at any of the charismatic, evangelical churches in HK; yet that's what makes this part of the body of Christ unique; besides, the message was as brief as a powerpoint slide, and informative no less; the power word which spoke into my life being a question from John 21:22 - what is that to you?
Big trees; exquisite lawns; and old, pointy colleges; that's Cambridge in a nutshell. Sitting here, sipping on a half-pint of Woodforde's Wherry, I've had a leisurely, if not languorous, day so far; my sole duty consisting of walking around while absorbing the verdant environment as though a sponge, camera in tow.
I am back at the sublime beer, savoring a pint of Sharp's DoomBar before my fish and chips arrive; the drinking age is 18, but anyone whose visage even hints of youthful brilliance is likely to get carded these days, the bartender told me. The youth drinking culture here is almost as twisted as the university drinking culture in America.
My stay in Cambridge, relaxing and desultory as it may be, is about to end after this late lunch. I an not sure if there is anything left to see, save for the American graveyard which rests an impossible two miles away. I have had a wonderful time in this town; and am thankful for the access into its living history - the residents here must demonstrate remarkable patience and tolerance what with so many tourists ambling on the streets, peering - and photographing - into every nook and cranny.
13.4.09
There are no rubbish bins, yet I've seen on the streets many mixed race couples in which the men tend to be white - the women also belonging to a light colored ethnicity, usually some sort of Asian; as well saw some black dudes and Indian dudes with white chicks.
People here hold doors, even at the entrance to the toilet. Sometimes it appears as though they are going out on a limb, just waiting for the one who will take the responsibility for the door from them, at which point I rush out to relieve them of such a fortuitous burden.
I visited the British Museum this morning. The two hours I spent there did neither myself nor the exhibits any justice because there really is too much to survey, enough captivating stuff to last an entire day, I think. The bottomless well of artifacts from antiquity, drawing from sources as diverse as Korea, and Mesopotamia, is a credit to the British empire, without whose looting most of this amazing booty would be unavailable for our purview; better, I think, for these priceless treasures to be open to all in the grandest supermarket of history than away from human eyes, and worst yet, in the hands of unscrupulous collectors or in the rubbish bin, possibly.
Irene and I took in the ballet Giselle at The Royal Opera House in the afternoon. The building is a plush marvel, and a testament to this city's love for the arts. The ballet itself was satisfying, the first half being superior to the second, in which the nimble dancers demonstrated their phenomenal dexterity in, of all places, a graveyard covered in a cloak of smoke and darkness. I admit, their dance of the dead, in such a gloomy necropolis, did strike me as, strange.
Two amicable ladies from Kent convinced me to visit their hometown tomorrow, where, they told me, the authentic, "working" Leeds Castle and the mighty interesting home of Charles Darwin await.
I'm nursing a pint of Green King Ruddles and wondering about the profusion of British ales and lagers; the British have done a great deed for the world by creating an interminable line of low-alcohol session beers that can be enjoyed at breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner; and their disservice is this: besides this inexhaustible supply of cheap beer ensnaring my inner alcoholic, I feel myself putting on my freshman fifteen, almost ten years after the fact; I am going to have to run a bit harder back in Hong Kong if I want to burn all this malty fuel off.
Irene suggested I stop by the National Art Gallery since we were in the area; and it was an hour well spent. The gallery currently presents a special exhibit on Picasso, the non-ticketed section of which features several seductive renderings, including David spying on Bathsheba - repeated in clever variants - and parodies of other masters' works. Furthermore, the main gallery houses two fabulous portraits by Joshua Reynolds, who happens to be favorite of mine, he in life being a close friend of Samuel Johnson - I passed by Boswells, where its namesake first met Johnson, on my way to the opera house.
14.4.09
I prayed last night, and went through my list, lifting everyone on it up to the Lord. That felt good; that God is alive now, and ever present in my life and in the lives of my brothers and sisters.
Doubtless, then, I have felt quite wistful, as though a specter in the land of the living, being in a place where religious fervor, it seems, is a thing of the past, a trifling for many, to be hidden away in the opaque corners of centuries-old cathedrals that are more expensive tourist destinations than liberating homes of worship these days. Indeed, I have yet to see anyone pray, outside of the Easter service which I attended in Cambridge - for such an ecstatic moment in verily a grand church, would you believe that it was only attended by at most three dozen spirited ones. The people of England, and Europe in general, have, it is my hope, only locked away the Word, relegating it to the quiet vault of their hearts. May it be taken out in the sudden pause before mealtimes and in the still crisp mornings and cool, silent nights. There is still hope for a revival in this place, for faith to rise like that splendid sun every morning. God would love to rescue them, to deliver them in this day, it is certain.
I wonder what Londoners think, if anything at all, about their police state which, like a vine in the shadows, has taken root in all corners of daily life, from the terrorist notifications in the underground, which implore Londoners to report all things suspicious, to the pair of dogs which eagerly stroll through Euston. What makes this all the more incredible is the fact that even the United States, the indomitable nemesis of the fledgling, rebel order, doesn't dare bombard its citizens with such fear mongering these days, especially with Obama in office; maybe we've grown wise in these past few years to the dubious returns of surrendering civil liberties to the state, of having our bags checked everywhere - London Eye; Hairspray; and The Royal Opera House check bags in London while the museums do not; somehow, that doesn't add up for me.
I'm in a majestic bookshop on New Street in Birmingham, and certainly to confirm my suspicions, there are just as many books on the death of Christianity in Britain as there are books which attempt to murder Christianity everywhere. I did find, however, a nice biography on John Wesley by Roy Hattersley and The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. I may pick up the former.
Lunch with Sally was pleasant and mirthful. We dined at a French restaurant nearby New Street - yes, Birmingham is a cultural capitol! Sally and I both tried their omelette, while her boyfriend had the fish, without chips. Conversation was light, the levity was there and so was our reminiscing about those fleeting moments during our first year in Hong Kong; it is amazing how friendships can resume so suddenly with a smile. On their recommendation, I am on my way to Warwick Castle - they also suggested that I visit Cadbury World, but they cannot take on additional visitors at the moment, the tourist office staff informed me, much to my disappointment!
Visiting Warwick Castle really made for a great day out. The castle, parts of which were established by William the Conquerer in 1068, is as much a kitschy tourist trap as a meticulous preservation of history, at times a sillier version of Ocean Park while at others a dignified dedication to a most glorious, inexorably English past. The castle caters to all visitors; and not surprisingly, that which delighted all audiences was a giant trebuchet siege engine, which for the five p.m. performance hurled a fireball high and far into the air - fantastic! Taliban beware!
15.4.09
I'm leaving on a jet plane this evening; don't know when I'll be back in England again. I'll miss this quirky, yet endearing place; and that I shall miss Irene and Tom who so generously welcomed me into their home, fed me, and suffered my use of their toilet and shower goes without saying. I'm grateful for God's many blessings on this trip.
On the itinerary today is a trip to John Wesley's home, followed by a visit to the Imperial War Museum. Already this morning I picked up a tube of Oilatum, a week late perhaps, which Teri recommended I use to treat this obstinate, dermal weakness of mine - I'm happy to report that my skin has stopped crying.
John Wesley's home is alive and well. Services are still held in the chapel everyday; and its crypt, so far from being a cellar for the dead, is a bright, spacious museum in which all things Wesley are on display - I never realized how much of an iconic figure he became in England; at the height of this idol frenzy, ironic in itself, he must have been as popular as the Beatles were at their apex. The house itself is a multi-story edifice with narrow, precipitous staircases and spacious rooms decorated in an 18th century fashion.
I found Samuel Johnson's house within a maze of red brick hidden alongside Fleet Street. To be in the home of the man who wrote the English dictionary, and whose indefatigable love for obscure words became the inspiration for my own lexical obsession, this, by far, is the climax of my visit to England! The best certainly has been saved for last.
There are a multitude of portraits hanging around the house like ornaments on a tree. Every likeness has its own story, meticulously retold on the crib sheets in each room. Celebrities abound, including David Garrick and Sir Joshua Reynolds, who painted several of the finer images in the house. I have developed a particular affinity for Oliver Goldsmith, of whom Boswell writes, "His person was short, his countenance coarse and vulgar, his deportment that of a scholar awkwardly affecting the easy gentleman. It appears as though I, too, could use a more flattering description of myself!
I regretfully couldn't stop to try the curry in England; I guess the CityU canteen's take on the dish will have to do. I did, however, have the opportune task of flirting with the cute Cathay Pacific counter staff who checked me in. She was gorgeous in red, light powder on her cheeks, with real diamond earrings, she said; and her small, delicate face, commanded by a posh British accent rendered her positively irresistible, electrifying. Not only did she grant me an aisle seat but she had the gumption to return my fawning with zest; she must be a pro at this by now.
I saw her again as she was pulling double-duty, collecting tickets prior to boarding. She remembered my quest for curry; and in the fog of infatuation, where nary a man has been made, I fumbled my words like the sloppy kid who has had too much punch. I am just an amateur, alas, an "Oliver Goldsmith" with the ladies - I got no game - booyah!
Some final, consequential bits: because of the chavs, Burberry no longer sells those fashionable baseball caps; because of the IRA, rubbish bins are no longer a commodity on the streets of London, and as a result, the streets and the Underground of the city are a soiled mess; and because of other terrorists from distant, more arid lands, going through a Western airport has taken on the tedium of perfunctory procedure that doesn't make me feel any safer from my invisible enemies.
At last, I saw so many Indians working at Heathrow that I could have easily mistaken the place for Mumbai. Their presence surprised me because their portion of the general population surely must be less than their portion of Heathrow staff, indicating some mysterious hiring bias. Regardless, they do a superb job with cursory airport checks, and in general are absurdly funny and witty when not tactless.
That's all for England!
2017 marks the 39th annual Carnaval San Francisco parade and festival. The Mission District transforms into an enormous celebration pulsating with dancing, drumming, live music, brilliant costumes and delicious food. The annual event attracts more than 400,000 people who come to enjoy the revelry and soak up the pageant of color and culture.
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The sing-song snickers grew louder once a loud snap echoed from my partner’s open mouth, originating from their throat. Any struggle from my partner stilled instantly, every guttural noise they made similarly silenced as their head, forced to face the sky, was forcibly thrust upwards.
The buckle that followed might have come from tension on the neck, but most of the buck seemed to come from the hardened muck that had collected in a thick mass from their waistline upwards. The thick, syrupy expulsion seemed to becontinually pulled by gravity, but the weight of the viscous liquid reminded me of the gentle magma plumes I had been lucky enough to shoot. This thick compilation of carnage seemed to allow the creature to better stretch the drooling opening so it could free itself.
Another bone chilling crack and what was once their mouth began to stretch open. Further and further until the upper and lower jaw aligned in a perfect circle. I thought it my imagination, but the end result made it clear that the teeth and jaw line must have grown in both size and circumference. What I had assumed were only the pained twitches and spasms of my associate turned writing piece along with the pulsating of rapidly infected dentures must have hidden the slow and steady growth.
The creature pushed, kneaded, and clawed at this opening until that haunting laughter was loud enough it made my ears pop. My legs had finally found itself as I began to run. Not without seeing the pitch coated skeleton that comprised of its upper half and that horrible head force itself from what had once been a friend. Now it was beginning to look more and more like a bundled cocoon.
The claws were clamoring for a better spot to grip, the appalling digest bunching like loose clay at this point, regularly moistened by the noxious drool the chewy carapace never ceased dribbling. Especially as it began to lick, nibble, and suck at Lickyface’s spine almost in spite; a theorized reason for the golden skeleton parallel to its own is to protect itself from sudden separation from the lower half. Especially when it is particularly ornery, like with the fallen business associate. The colors seemed to naturally blend into the designs later pictured on its carapace, the more fluid blood having collected along the ‘stomach’ of the bug.
I was regrettably unable to see anything else of significance, such as the point the insectoid legs burst from the hardening muck that now survives as the lower half’s carapace, as this was when I began running. It was around this point I had obtained my first picture of it pursuing me through the mists, and the subsequent pictures of it cornering me in the shipping container.
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Now, my attempts to hold a more dominant presence seemed to do little more than egg it on. Not in the way an animal might flaunt its alpha tendencies either. It was playful. Once I had taken my pictures it leaned close, far too close for comfort, and gave me just enough time to take a picture before it seemed to grow tired of playing model.
It gripped my head and tried to force it open with its gruesome claws, covering my tongue and lips with a tepid mixture of the previous mention indescribable flavor and a number of exotic new “spices” that continue to haunt my tongue like the ghosts of the most abysmal particles known to the cosmos.
I am quite lucky my boss saw to giving me a few more tricks, as peculiar and useless as they had previously seemed. In this case, what Doc had called Lockjaw. I was able to seal my jaw shut and prevent the creature from opening it. I even sucked my cheeks and lips inwards causing a mild shield. It all felt natural, but I am sure the ritual Doc had performed was what also made it feel like a muscle I had my entire life. Similarly, Flaps of cartilage, which were quite difficult to adapt to, would cover my nostrils while a thin film would cover my ear ducts and eyes like another eyelid. Finally, the Tragus (or, the once useless fleshy nub) of my ear pressed against the external auditory meatus (ear hole) finished the work of sealing my head. I couldn’t breathe, but at least I was waterproof (The less explained about the other… Traits needed to do this the better.)
Do not get me wrong. I died almost immediately after taking that picture. Horrifically. To the point THAT is the part I can not remember. At least I didn’t have that infectious vomit tamped into my gullet, as it reportedly loves to do.
I also am uncertain what happened to my body. My boss has yet to explain the intricacies of my immortality, saying we all had plenty of time for that another day, but I do know I woke up in one of my boss’s little hide aways (normally a swamp hut like this one) with my similarly enchanted camera.
Horrific as this all is, being nigh unkillable SURELY will make up for it. Hopefully, all the pop culture I read is right that I will either get used to it or get used to it by losing my mind while gaining a more crooked sense of humor.
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[ni.Ju] Cheeky Chompers
Yellow JesteR - Jeepers Peepers
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Der historische Ortskern erstreckt sich um den normannischen Dom, der zugleich die bedeutendste Sehenswürdigkeit der Stadt ist. Die Kathedrale Santissimo Salvatore liegt an der Piazza Duomo, um die tagsüber und nachts das Leben pulsiert. Die Piazza ist nämlich ein beliebter Treffpunkt für Jung und Alt, wo man sich in einem Restaurant oder Café hinsetzten und sizilianisches Ambiente schlicht genießen kann. In den schmalen Gassen abseits des Platzes sind auch ganz lauschige und ruhige Ecken zu finden.
Der Strand von Cefalu ist einer der schönsten auf Sizilien.
The historic center of the town is centered around the Norman Cathedral, which is also the most important landmark of the town. The Cathedral of Santissimo Salvatore is located in Piazza Duomo, around which life pulsates during the day and at night. In fact, the piazza is a popular meeting place for young and old, where you can sit down in a restaurant or café and simply enjoy Sicilian ambience. In the narrow streets away from the square you can also find quite secluded and quiet corners.
The beach of Cefalu is one of the most beautiful in Sicily.
The Mursi people of Ethiopia’s Omo Valley have been called “one of the most fascinating tribes in Africa.”
We’d only been in the village just over two hours, and it was still mid-morning. But the sun was high: pulsating light and radiating heat. Following the men to the cattle pens made for a nice diversion, even though I felt anticipatory dread over what was to come.
First, a cow who hasn’t been bled recently must be caught and restrained. Then the bowman palpates an artery on the cows neck for piercing. The spurting fresh blood is caught in a gourd before the hole in the neck is plugged and the blood is drunk by the participants.
The cattle must be used to this treatment – once let loose, they are unfazed.
For the story, please visit: www.ursulasweeklywanders.com/culture/men-of-the-mursi-mor...
The Mursi people of Ethiopia’s Omo Valley have been called “one of the most fascinating tribes in Africa.”
We’d only been in the village just over two hours, and it was still mid-morning. But the sun was high: pulsating light and radiating heat. Following the men to the cattle pens made for a nice diversion, even though I felt anticipatory dread over what was to come.
First, a cow who hasn’t been bled recently must be caught and restrained. Then the bowman palpates an artery on the cows neck for piercing. The spurting fresh blood is caught in a gourd before the hole in the neck is plugged and the blood is drunk by the participants.
The cattle must be used to this treatment – once let loose, they are unfazed.
For the story, please visit: www.ursulasweeklywanders.com/culture/men-of-the-mursi-mor...
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