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Mwajuma was orphaned from a young age and lives with her grandmother and 13 siblings. She knows from experience what it's like to go hungry and is often forced to skip meals.
She's a passionate young campaigner for Save the Children and a journalist – determined to speak up for those who suffer from malnutrition and determined to work hard so that in the future her family doesn’t have to suffer.
Mwajuma came to DFID today to about her experiences on our Twitter and Facebook pages.
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When it comes to dental implants, many of our patients have questions. We want you to feel comfortable with the process and here we answer some of the most common questions we receive.
Q: So what exactly what are dental implants?
A: A dental implant is an artificial root system that replaces the damaged and removed roots and thus allows for a single missing tooth or multiple missing teeth to then be replaced.
Q: Are they going to be gaudy and obvious?
A: While some people like having the image of the "gold teeth" or "silver teeth," the truth is most people prefer natural looking implants and that's what we strive to provide. When done properly, it'll be nearly impossible for a casual viewer to tell your implants from your real teeth.
Q: How commonly do I need to get these replace?
A: The permanent dental implants should be just that: permanent. You still need to take care of them as you would regular teeth. Flossing and keeping your gums healthy is important, but as long as you do this these implants should last you the rest of your life.
Q: Are they expensive?
A: This depends on your definition of expensive. They are pricier than a root canal or your normal dental work, but for your long term health they are a far better investment than doing nothing. Prices will also very greatly based on the number of teeth being replaced. Contact us for more information as each individual situation will be a little different.
Q: Will insurance cover a dental implant?
A: Sometimes. Coverage on implants varies greatly with some covering none of the expense, some covering most of it, and many other policies falling somewhere in the middle.
We understand you have many questions when it comes to dental implants. If you don't see your question answered here please feel cost-free to contact us and we'll be happy to discuss your situation more.
A: The permanent dental implants should be just that: permanent. Flossing and keeping your gums healthy is important, but as long as you do this these implants should last you the rest of your life.
They are pricier than a root canal or your normal dental work, but for your long term health they are a far better investment than doing nothing. Prices will also very greatly based on the number of teeth being replaced. www.dentistbrooklyn.com/procedures/dental-implants/faq
With Department Spokesperson John Kirby and Assistant Secretary of State for East Asian and Pacific Affairs Daniel Russel looking on, Under Secretary of State for Economic Growth, Energy, and the Environment Catherine Novelli responds to a reporter's question as she and Assistant Secretary Russel previewed the U.S.-China Strategic and Economic Dialogue at the top of the Daily Press Briefing at the U.S. Department of State in Washington, D.C., on May 31, 2016. [State Department photo/ Public Domain]
Alex Horrox-White as The Full Stop (the nemesis of legendary superhero Question-Mark Man) and Amie Marie as Caesura, his villainous (and villainess) partner in crime.
This is from a studio shoot with the entire cast of "The Baffling Adventures of Question-Mark Man" by Bottled Spider. A really fun show about superheroes...and punctuation. What's not to like? :-)
You can see more shots (both from the show and the studio shoot) in my Bottled Spider set.
Is an oil free future possible? That was the question that brought together leading MEPs, businessmen and Nobel Prize winners on Tuesday 7 December for the STOA science lecture. The Parliament's "Science and Technology Options Assessment" panel consider ways in which Europe could wean itself off oil and whether it would indeed be possible to have a future without it. Climate engineering, electric cars, particles of sulphur and methanol were all mentioned as ways of tackling climate change.
The keynote speakers were Shai Agassi, CEO of the company Better Place and two Nobel Prize laureates in chemistry: Dr Paul Crutzen from Max-Planck-Institute and Prof George Oláh from the University of Southern California. Participants discussed keynote speakers' presentations in a panel discussion and a workshop. The lecture have been moderated by BBC journalist Shirin Wheeler.
Before the event, Vice-President responsible for STOA Silvana Koch-Mehrin (ALDE, DE), STOA Chairman Paul Rübig (EPP, AT), and STOA Vice-chairman Malcolm Harbour (ECR, UK), holded a press conference with invited guests. Press conference and the lecture will be web-streamed.
Throughout the day, a demonstration of electric and hybrid cars, with the possibility of test drives, took place in the Esplanade area in front of Parliament's Altiero Spinelli building (entrance from Place du Luxembourg).
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The May 30th "Strike Poverty" day of action, which included hundreds of fast food workers and impacted dozens of restaurants across Seattle, raised questions and concerns about the job security and working conditions facing low-wage fast food workers in Seattle. City Councilmembers O'Brien and Licata hosted a "brownbag" discussion to continue exploring the issues raised by striking fast food workers.
Simon led a poetry workshop looking into the question, "Where does poetry come from?" We discussed some ideas about that and then explored it experientially, reading poems and writing on that subject.
George followed up with an evening where people were asked to bring their own work or a poem that really touched their heart. We went on with Simon's inquiry. Each poem was read twice in a context of sitting together. During the second reading we were free to brainstorm our responses on paper, drawing on each other's language, imagery and energy. This material can then be drawn on for further personal writing.
Alan Taylor is an Emmy Award-winning Director of multiple espisodes in such series as 'Mad Men,' 'Sex in the City,' 'The Sopranos,' 'Deadwood,' 'Rome,' and 'Lost.'
The question that has been most central to my research is to what purpose countries negotiate international trade agreements such as NAFTA or the WTO,
and how the design and operation of the trade agreements they negotiate can be interpreted as serving that purpose.
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Le 18 septembre 2019 en début de soirée, j'arrive ā Sion par un bus assurant la liaison Avignon-Lyon-Genève-Sion. Alors que je m'apprête à rejoindre mon hôte du soir je profite du paysage que je surplombe. Le coucher de soleil donne ā la ville de Sion un caractère surnaturel, les nuages changent de couleur, les lampadaires s'allument, le château de Tourbillon illumine le paysage. Après avoir fait du couchsurfing -première expérience très positive-, je débute le lendemain mon excursion de deux semaines de balade dans le Val d'Hérens au cœur du Valais. Chargé de mon paquetage d'une dizaine de kilos, j'occupe la matinée de mon premier jour d'excursion par l'achat de produits locaux. Pas question de tomber en panne sèche ā 3000 mètres d'altitudes. Un saucisson, du fromage de la région – l'Étivaz-, du chocolat noir -Ovomaltine « C'est de la dynamite ! »-, des fruits secs et c'est parti. Avant de quitter Sion je profite de l'ambiance du centre ville de bon matin. Un passant solitaire traverse la place de la Planta. Du ciel transparaissent quelques rayons du soleil. Atemporel. En début d'après-midi, l'autobus m'amène ā Thyon-les-collons. Arrivé ā environ 2000 mètres d'altitude, je débute ma marche dans un paysage grandiose. Première impression : la connexion avec le ciel, l'impression d' être au dessus de tout... ou presque. Des nuages au loin m'invitent ā monter plus haut, les cols des montagnes ā les gravir pour y découvrir ce qui s'y cache derrière. Je traverse les steppes et gazons alpins, il y a beau temps. La végétation que je croise est luxuriante, colorée et diversifiée. Je croise peu de touristes.
Durant les trois premiers jours, j'essaye de prendre un rythme. J'essaye d'atteindre en fin de journée les points que je me suis fixé comme but en début de journée. Je n'y parviens pas. Non pas que physiquement je sois éreinté par le dénivelé que je commence ā ressentir dans les cuisses et ischio-jambier, mais par les nombreux arrêts que je m'autorise pour faire des sessions photographiques. Poser ā terre les bâtons de marche, enlever le sac ā dos, sortir l'appareil photo, cadrer, faire la photographie, ranger l'appareil, réajuster les sangles de maintient, remettre le sac sur le dos, s'abaisser et prendre les bâtons de marche. Reprendre la marche. Toute une opération qui au bout d'un temps me fait plutôt jeter ā terre les bâtons, poser un peu ā la va vite le sac ā terre et répéter toutes ces opérations. Mais cette légère contrainte est largement compensée par l'étonnement, l'admiration, l'ébahissement que j'ai d'être face ā un tel paysage. Une faune et une flore sauvage, laissée ā l'état de liberté. C'est un paysage de caractère qui invite ā la plénitude. Quelques rares habitations qui se perdent dans un paysage montagneux. Le voisinage ne semble pas être une question contraignante. Je m'imagine alors le mode de vie que doivent avoir ces gens qui vivent dans ces habitats le temps d'une saison... peut-être ā l'année. Je prends conscience qu'en montagne, la fraîcheur se fait rapidement sentir dès que le soleil n'illumine plus le flanc de montagne sur lequel vous êtes. En septembre, selon ou l'on se trouve, 17h est l'heure à laquelle il est légitime de se soucier de l'endroit du coucher. Le premier jour, je fais l'erreur de tarder dans le choix du lieu du bivouac. À 19h je commence ma recherche. Après une heure et demie je parviens ā trouver un compromis. En sous-bois, sur le flanc d'un sol pentu, je compense alors les aléas du terrains en mettant en boule quelques habits dans la tente. Je dîne - bien grand mot quand la casserole est ā la fois l'outil de cuisson, l'assiette pour le plat principal et le contenant du thé en fin de repas. Ma première nuit est fraîche, l'idée de dormir dans un sous-bois rend l'atmosphère humide, le froid ressenti comme étant davantage prégnant.
Le lendemain je repars en bonne forme. Je continue de longer le fleuve de la Dixence qui se trouve en contrebas du chemin que j'empreinte. Pause ravitaillement pour récupérer ā une source de l'eau et remplir ma gourde de 2 litres. Il n'est pas rare de croiser des troupeaux sur mon chemin mené ou pas par des éleveurs. Au deuxième jour de marche, Thyon-les-collons est ā peine visible. Je croise de-ci, de-là des maisonnettes, des troupeaux sur mon chemin. Le dénivelé se fait plus marqué et le poids du sac se fait davantage sentir sur les épaules. Pause déjeuner. Le paysage se fait de plus en plus montagneux, les roches noires contrastent avec les couleurs ocres, jaunes pétantes des fourrages. Il me faudra trois jours pour arriver au niveau du Lac des Dix (2365m) et de son barrage aux dimensions impressionnantes. D'une hauteur de 235 mètres, long comme deux terrains de football mis bout ā bout, ce barrage est d'une profondeur de 200 mètres ā sa base et d'une quinzaines de mètres ā son point le plus haut. Son poids serait égal ā celui de la grande pyramide de Khéops en Egypte. De telles dimensions permettent au barrage de la Grande Dixence de contenir les 400 millions de m3 d'eau du lac, développant une puissance électrique record de 2000 MW ce qui lui permet d'être considéré comme le plus haut barrage-poids du monde. Un tel spectacle est étonnant. 15 mètres de marche permettent de constater de l'exploit de cette architecture. D'un coté distant de quelques mètres le lac de la Dixence calme et paisible, de l'autre côté la vallée qui s'étend 200 mètres plus bas. À perte de vue des vallons, montagnes, des pics. Au loin, la ville de Sion.
Première nuit ou les étoiles se révèlent avec une pollution lumineuse réduite. La voûte céleste se laisse prendre en photographie en pause lente. Il n'est pas rare durant les quelques nuit que je passe proche d'une forêt, d'un bois ou d'un ruisseau de me réveiller plusieurs fois la nuit, saisi par le froid. La couche supérieure de la tente gèle parfois. Par mégarde je laisse deux habits posés sur la tente pour qu'ils sèchent à l'extérieur. Durant la nuit, les cristaux de glaces se forment et les gèlent entièrement. Les débuts de journées sont fraîches et reculent mon heure de départ. La solution ā défaut d'avoir des moufles pour maintenir les mains au chaud : avoir des chaussettes aux mains. À 10h le soleil réchauffe l'atmosphère, les habits sèchent et je peux faire ma toilette et un petit bain frigorifique dans le Torrent de Chenna ā 10h du matin. La route qui mène au barrage de la Grande Dixence est tortueuse, je n'aurai pas ā l'emprunter, prenant un chemin de terre qui y mène directement. Il me fait passer par une succession de tunnel creusé dans des flancs de montagne. Le soir, sans réseau 4G, je campe ā la pointe du lac de Dix. Seul, sans pollution lumineuse, sonore, humaine. J'ai l'impression d'être en proie ā la nature, à une solitude qui ne fait pas peur, mais ou tout est possible. Le passé ou le futur lointain n'est pas dans mes pensée. Seul le présent et ses alternatives temporelles proches m'occupent l'esprit. Je trouve un lieu où dormir et installe la tente. Rapidement je me lave grâce ā l'eau d'un ruisseau qui coule. Je prépare à manger, déguste face à un paysage qui s'obscurcit. La nuit tombe, des nuages se découpent sur les pics des montagnes. Je m'endors avec le seul bruit du vent qui tapote sur la toile de tente.
4ème journée, je quitte le lac des Dix pour me rendre au col de Riedmatten en passant par le pas de chèvre (2919m). Je me lève ā 5h du matin. Ma première action ? Prendre un petit-déjeuner à base de chocolat, fruits secs variés, fajitas, patte d'amande avec un peu de chocolat aussi. Un petit coup de toilette puis je m'occupe de trier, ranger le matériel pour qu'il tienne dans les 50 litres du sac ā dos. Au fur et à mesure des jours qui passent je dois avouer que cette action répétitive me lasse un peu mais devient un rituel qui marque le début et la fin de la journée. Je débute la marche alors que le soleil se lève sur les pics de montagnes et la vallée au loin. La montée se fait de plus en plus pentue. Je traverse le Torrent de Cheilon. Peu ā peu, le chemin de caillou se transforme en chemin symbolique ou seul les balises en indiquent concrètement la trajectoire. La flore se fait plus rare, le paysage imposant se fait plus abrupte, le dénivelé s'affirme. Je ne m'aide plus seulement de mes jambes mais aussi de mes mains pour gravir. Je m'attarde un temps face au mont Blanc de Cheilon et ā son glacier. Observation contemplative. Arrivé au Col de Riedmatten, je laisse derrière moi les roches, pierres et une flore qui se fait rare pour y découvrir les steppes qui mènent vers le lac de Moiry. Le paysage environnant est entrecoupé de pics et de pentes dans un écrin de nature sauvage. Je vois dans le Glacier de Tsijore Nouve une tête de mort... En début d'après-midi j'entame ma descente vers Arolla (2000m) dominée par le mont Collon en arrière plan. Arrivé ā Arolla, les nuages s'obscurcissent... J'empreinte un pont de singe qui tangue ā chaque pas dans un rebond lancinant. Une sensation amusante qui donne l'impression d’être plus léger, d'avoir le pas hésitant.
Je campe le soir près de la Sage, dans un champs qui en apparence semble appartenir à personne. La nuit fut entrecoupée par une pluie battante et des rafales de vent. Le lendemain je me réveille avec une brume qui se dissipe. Ayant plutôt l'habitude de côtoyer des architectures de béton je quitte la Sage et ses chalets de bois qui semblent venir d'une autre époque. L'objectif que je me fixe ā la mi-journée c'est d'arriver au Lac Bleu, réputé pour se situer dans un écrin de nature sauvage, avec une eau d'une couleur bleu vive - résultant de l'action conjuguée des algues et des argiles glaciaires-. Sur le chemin qui monte au lac, en pleine forêt, alors que je remets une sangle de mon sac à dos, je me fais surprendre par le bond d'un cerf adulte qui fend les fourrages à une vitesse éclair. La scène se déroule face à moi à une trentaine de mètres. Pas un seul bâtiment aux alentours. La nature. Elle m'invite ā un imaginaire digne des films de fantasy comme le Seigneur des Anneaux ou encore à me plonger dans l'ambiance cinématographique d'une période Moyenâgeuse où les croyances et rituels étaient connectés à la nature. Une époque où la démographie humaine était moins importante, où la valeur humaine était autre. Peu de temps m'en faut pour arriver au Lac Bleu. Vu l'heure, je décide de laver et faire sécher au soleil mes vêtements sales. Je mets en place un dispositif d'étendoir assez incongru en utilisant mes bâtons de marche et la table de camping qui se trouve sur une butte en surplombant le lac. 1h. 2h. Le soleil se couvre peu ā peu, malgré des rafales de vent bien présentes, le linge ne sèche pas. 3H, je commence ā me dire que je ne pourrais pas continuer plus loin ma marche de la journée. 19h30. J'installe la tente pour me réchauffer – connaissant la fraicheur des nuits proches d'une source d'eau-. Je décide de faire du feu avec un briquet, quelques brindilles et des branches ramassées de ci de-là. Sans succès. Nuit tombante depuis le lac bleu. Cette nuit fut la plus difficile. Je me réveille plusieurs fois durant la nuit, me réchauffe les doigts en allumant un briquet, entasse mes habits les uns par dessus les autres. À quelques centaines de mètres je traverse ce qui semble être un village abandonné. Une inscription surplombe l'un des chalets : « Le petit chalet ». Le lendemain je prends la route pour les Haudères (1454m), charmant village de vallée où tous les bâtis ou presque sont en bois. Traversant les forêts Valaisannes, je prête l'oreille ā plusieurs coups de feu. En cette basse saison, les chasseurs sont plus présent dans les forêts que les randonneurs. Je fais d'ailleurs la rencontre de trois d'entres eux. Le premier est pris en photographie sur smartphone par sa femme alors qu'il porte ā bout de bras un cerf tel un trophée. Le second lorsque je croise un chasseur porter sur son dos un cerf. Cette rencontre me permets de discuter avec lui sur sa pratique. Je suis notamment étonné de le voir redescendre de si bonne heure (8h) avec déjà un cervidé mort sur le dos. Il m'explique qu'il a tué l'animal la veille, l'a vidé de ses entrailles, a dormi dans une cabane de chasseur et qu'il redescend ā son véhicule pour aller vendre la bête ce matin. Curieux de son arme, il me montre ses cartouches et son viseur d'une précision de plus de 500 mètres. Je le prends en photographie avant que chacun nous reprenions nos routes. À la mi-journée, je décide que je dormirai dans un camping avec plus de confort ā la clef. Avant d'entrer dans les Haudères, je fais la rencontre de plusieurs chalets fleuris nichés sur le flanc de la montagne. Je pourrais presque m'attendre ā ce que Bilbon Sacquet sorte avec un lot de pinte de Gandalf’s Ale, de Bilbo’s Beer ou encore de Frodo’s Lager. Ca n’arrivera pas, mais je m'amuse ā me l'imaginer. Arrivé ā Les Haudères je découvre un centre-village tout fait de bois et de pierres. Deux artères coupent le village d'Est en Ouest et du Nord au Sud. Je passe face au Garage des Alpes, atelier de réparation automobile pour me rendre jusqu’à l'auberge-camping Molignon, endroit ou je dormirai pour la nuit.
À minuit il se met à pleuvoir durant plusieurs heures. De bon matin je croise dans le camping un touriste qui me déconseille de randonner jusqu'au Col de Torrent avec la météo qu'il y a eu la veille. Les sommets sont enneigés. Je décide de me prendre une journée de repos et vais en direction d'Evolène (1371m) pour m'y acheter des moufles afin d'éviter le froid ressenti parfois durant la nuit ou pour éviter le frottement de la paume sur les bâtons de marche. Le lendemain en direction de La Sage je croise les dernières maisons. Alors que je continue mon ascension, derrière moi l'orage semble se profiler sur les Haudères et Evolène. Je continue la marche en espérant que la météo ne se dégrade pas trop. Arrivée dans les nuages.
J'expérimente ma première nuit à 0 degré à 2700 mètres d'altitude sur le flanc de montagne ā 300 mètres du Col de Torrent. Les nuage sont en formation, j'ai la tête dans les nuages. Levé ā 7h du matin je pars en direction le Col de Torrent ā 2916 mètres d'altitude. Le chemin de traverse me mène jusqu'au lac de Moiry (2249m) d'un bleu étonnant et son barrage qui surplombe la vallée. Son barrage voûte situé dans le canton du Valais en Suisse est localisé au-dessus du village de Grimentz. Il a été mis en service en 1958 après 4 ans de construction. Je m'endors près du pas de Lona (2787m) sous une nuit étoilée. Le lendemain matin, c'est la tête dans les nuages et le brouillard que je débute mon excursion matinale avec l'impression d'assister ā un spectacle, un ballet où les nuages glissent cotonneusement sur les flancs de montagne. Quelle sensation de solitude. Dans l'après-midi j'atteins la cabane des Becs de Bosson ā 2983 mètres d'altitude puis la pointe de la Tsevalire ā 3026 mètres. Je finis la journée bien fatigué proche de la Becca de Lovegno à près de 2700m ou j'y passe la nuit. 18h, le soleil se couche derrière les crêtes. Je passe ma nuit la plus fraiche, -2 degré était annoncé par la météo locale. Je ne dors pas bien, me réveille souvent. Mon pantalon, le sac ā dos et tout ce qui peut tenir chaud est empilé au dessus de moi sur le sac de couchage. Durant un court moment, je décide d'allumer le réchaud pour réchauffer mes doigts.
Le lendemain je me repose durant deux heures proche du lac du Louché (2567m), situé dans un écrin de nature marécageux, isolé et préservé de toute activité humaine. Cet endroit est l'un des plus silencieux de toute mon excursion. Pas de bruit. Celui du vent par intermittence. Seul les trainées de condensation d'un avion haut dans le ciel marque la réalité de notre époque et renforce mon extase sonore et visuelle face à un tel lieu. Je prends en photographie la Gentiana Verna, première de la saison qui occupe avec parcimonie les prairies subalpines. Je reprends la marche pour me rendre au Mont-Noble ā près de 2670m. Une fois franchie cette étape je ne cesse de descendre en altitude en passant par Mase (1301m) pour me rendre aux grottes de Combioula qui se trouvent dans les gorges de la Borgne. La source chaude de ces grottes permet de profiter d'une eau à une vingtaine de degrés tout en admirant le paysage environnant. La rivière Borgne qui passe ā quelques mètres est bien plus froide. Le lendemain je me rends direction Hérémence pour y découvrir les pyramides d'Euseigne qui font partie des caractéristiques géologiques impressionnantes du territoire. Je me rends ā Vex (939m). Plus tôt dans la journée j'avais passé un coup de téléphone pour y réserver une nuit en camping.
Arrivé lā-bas, je suis reçu par le gérant. Il a l'allure imposante d'un biker de film américain des années 80. Le bandana autour de la tête, assez petit et trapu, la bedaine en supplément. Débute alors un quiproquo où je lui annonce avoir réservé un emplacement de tente pour la nuit. Lui me dit que non. La fatigue n'aidant pas, j'affirme mon point de vue. Quiproquo qui abouti ā ce que la discussion se dégrade. Je décide de partir promptement, n'ayant pas envie d'avoir à faire à ses chiens. Je me rends compte que l'erreur venais de moi et que le camping en question où j'avais une place de réservée était ā Sion au camping Valcentre (500m). Je repense ā cet épisode ubuesque tout en marchant. En bande dessinée ça aurait fait le gag. 17h. Vite il me faut accélérer le pas pour me rendre sur place. Le coup du sort jouant en ma défaveur ou bien car j'étais désinformé, je prends un chemin balisé pour les randonneurs qui me mène à... un cul de sac ou plutôt à un chemin condamné. Du fait de la chute de pierres il y avait quelques mois de cela, la passerelle qui surplombe La Borgne n'est plus. Voyant l'heure filer, je décide tout de même de traverser la rivière le sac ā dos tenu les bras en l'air. Me croyant libéré de cette histoire d'éboulis de pierres je fais face à deux autres reprises à des culs de sac ou des portions de chemin fragilisés. Je me dépêche de les franchir en prenant un maximum conscience des points d'équilibres qui sont optimum pour ma traversée de ces obstacles. Je quitte la rivière et rejoint les champs de vigne. En fin de journée sur les coups de 19 heures j'arrive au camping de Sion fatigué mais content d'avoir réussi à atteindre mon point d'étape de la journée. Les deux jours qui suivent me permettent de faire des emplettes (surtout des plaquettes de chocolat) et de préparer mon retour en France. Je prends le bus le 4 octobre tout en me disant que je reviendrais un de ces jours parmi ces paysages Suisse afin d'en découvrir davantage.
I have watched and enjoyed many of your love affairs with film. Now that I'm doing a 365, I thought it was a good time to explore it. So my hubby had a film camera from before the digital craze, its a Nikon 65. So here is my question...what kind of film cameras are all of you using? Are they newer? Is this one going to do well for me or is it judt an old, outdated camera? What other advice do you have? Especially relating to what film to buy, how to scan and edit? Thank you for your help everyone!
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Our rental condo in Branson, MO was decorated with rustic camping/hunting items. None of us could figure out what the tool was. It is about 30 inches long. The "blade" looking portion is just a thin untapered piece of aluminum. There are springs on the curved metal pieces.
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Skin: cStar Limited - Sayuri - Satin
Hair: /Wasabi Pills/ - Claire Mesh Hair - Vanilla Pudding (Fifty Linden Friday Special Edition Color - No Longer Available)
Ear Piercings: :Zombie Suicide: - Deception Ear Piercings
Lashes: .ploom. - Lashes 1
Eyes: cStar Limited- Unique Eyes - Pink Spectrum
Septum Piercing: :Zombie Suicide: - Septum Mustache piercing
Cheek Piercings: :Zombie Suicide: - Cheek dimples with piercings V2
Chest Piercings: :Zombie Suicide: - Chest Piercing V1 (I custom colored them to match the other piercings because the preset color was not a perfect match due to updates)
Harness: Kyoot - Addicted to Dopamine Harness - Black)
Bra: [ SAKIDE ] - Rock Me Out Bra Black (part of a past Perfect Wardrobe Outfit)
Corset: Schadenfreude - Skull Electro-Cute Corset
Skirt: Happy Undead - Mini Skirt - Vinyl Black
Nails: Sn@tch - Nail Candy - Baby Pink
Shoes: --[Pins and Needles]-- - Cutie Pop Shoes - Bubblegum (Coming Soon!)
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"In front of the Villa Grande, Innocent Questions was created by Arnold Dreyblatt. Shaped in the form of a "punch card", the artwork features words and phrases connected to personal data that appear and disappear. However innocent these words and phrases may appear at first glance, such information had been used to facilitate mass murder, including the Holocaust."
And a selfie!
Quel manichino che lenisce i dolori
di Antonio Frigo
Segni particolari: bellissima. E disponibile. Seduta, con le gambe accavallate e levigatissime, addosso uno “straccio” in jeans che sembra pensato per lei, unghie laccate, capelli biondi, occhi truccati, sopracciglia curate, labbra rosse, un ombrello appoggiato sulle spalle e una bambola (rotta), anch’essa bionda, appoggiata alle ginocchia. Non parla: ascolta, come quasi più nessuno sa fare.
E le capita di ascoltarne di tutte. Spesso (quasi sempre) storie tristi, talvolta (spesso, ma non sempre) biascicate da uomini che hanno già svoltato, accompagnando con il vino la discesa in sè stessi, piallati da solitudini che ogni giorno si fanno più cattive.
Lei ascolta. Perchè è un manichino, e i manichini non commentano. C’è chi sui manichini ci ha fatto letteratura, chi ci ha fatto musica (Serrat, Paoli...), chi ci fa commercio (le botteghe, ma anche certi banchi di cocomerai d’estate), chi ci fa troppa ironia, specie se il manichino è femmina.
Ma la «signora» in questione ha l’aura del mito, anzi della letteratura. Spicca, nel giardino del bar della «Stazionetta» di Santi Quaranta, come un giglio un po’ sciupato dalle intemperie. A metterla lì, forse, sono stati gli stessi gestori dell’osteria, ma questa è prosa. La poesia di cui si nutre un mito non permette le precise collocazioni spazio-temporali. E di certo non si chiedono da dove è venuta tutti i suoi confidenti.
C’è chi, alla fine di una giornata particolarmente pesante (anche le ombre pesano), si ferma a parlare con lei come con una vecchia amica, raccontandole dei figli che se ne fregano, della moglie che non capisce, di quel che avrebbe potuto essere e non è stato. C’è chi, vedendola bellissima, le usa le mille piccole attenzioni che si devono alla donna ideale, lasciandole giù il fardello di gentilezze e delicatezze che, diversamente, non saprebbe a chi affidare. C’è chi le racconta tutto nel dettaglio e chi, invece, riesce a mettere insieme solo poche parola «tanto lei sa».
A Roma hanno il palo dei lucchetti degli innamorati, a Treviso la bella signora bionda degli imbriaghi e di quelli un fià mati. Forse non riuscirà a diventare un mito come il collega (si fa per dire: è un palo...) sul Ponte Milvio, ma nel suo piccolo assolve a un sacco di funzioni: assistente sociale, confidente, amica che sa mantenere i segreti, roccia a cui aggrapparsi quando il mare è a forza nove e il mondo traballa un po’ troppo. Dialoghi sommessi, rispettati dagli altri avventori. Il sabato, giornata di chiusura del bar, i suoi confidanti sono costretti a girare un po’ al largo da quel giardino. Vanno in altre osterie ma, all’uscita, non trovano nessuno che abbia voglia di ascoltarli e sappia tenere il segreto, anzi i segreti della loro tristezza.
Una tristezza che ognuno immagina corrisposta: da quando tiene tra le braccia quel bambolotto rotto, ogni fantasia ci ha ricamato una storia diversa. E quelle storie immaginte permettono una ulteriore vicinanza: la condivisione. Il suo nome? Ognuno dei suoi «amici» gliene ha dato uno di diverso, ma in pubblico nessuno la cita.
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Professor Richard Shultz, Professor of International Politics, poses a question to U.S. Marine Corps Gen. Joseph F. Dunford, Jr., chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, during a discussion at the Tufts University Fletcher School of Law & Diplomacy in Medford, Massachusetts, Nov. 14, 2017. The chairman spoke about challenges facing the Department of Defense and answered questions from students, faculty, and alumni. (DoD Photo by U.S. Army Sgt. James K. McCann)
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Minted after Nero's accession, the second coin presents mother and son facing each other. Only Agrippina's names and titles appear on the front, stressing her continued pre-eminence.
[British Museum]
Nero: the Man Behind the Myth
(May - Oct 2021)
Nero is known as one of Rome's most infamous rulers, notorious for his cruelty, debauchery and madness.
The last male descendant of the emperor Augustus, Nero succeeded to the throne in AD 54 aged just 16 and died a violent death at 30. His turbulent rule saw momentous events including the Great Fire of Rome, Boudicca's rebellion in Britain, the execution of his own mother and first wife, grand projects and extravagant excesses.
Drawing on the latest research, this major exhibition questions the traditional narrative of the ruthless tyrant and eccentric performer, revealing a different Nero, a populist leader at a time of great change in Roman society.
Through some 200 spectacular objects, from the imperial palace in Rome to the streets of Pompeii, follow the young emperor’s rise and fall and make up your own mind about Nero. Was he a young, inexperienced ruler trying his best in a divided society, or the merciless, matricidal megalomaniac history has painted him to be?
Nero was the 5th emperor of Rome and the last of Rome’s first dynasty, the Julio-Claudians, founded by Augustus (the adopted son of Julius Caesar). Nero is known as one of Rome’s most infamous rulers, notorious for his cruelty and debauchery. He ascended to power in AD 54 aged just 16 and died at 30. He ruled at a time of great social and political change, overseeing momentous events such as the Great Fire of Rome and Boudica’s rebellion in Britain. He allegedly killed his mother and two of his wives, only cared about his art and had very little interest in ruling the empire.
Most of what we know about Nero comes from the surviving works of three historians – Tacitus, Suetonius and Cassius Dio. All written decades after Nero’s death, their accounts have long shaped our understanding of this emperor’s rule. However, far from being impartial narrators presenting objective accounts of past events, these authors and their sources wrote with a very clear agenda in mind. Nero’s demise brought forward a period of chaos and civil war – one that ended only when a new dynasty seized power, the Flavians. Authors writing under the Flavians all had an interest in legitimising the new ruling family by portraying the last of the Julio-Claudians in the worst possible light, turning history into propaganda. These accounts became the ‘historical’ sources used by later historians, therefore perpetuating a fabricated image of Nero, which has survived all the way to the present.
Nero was born Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus on 15 December AD 37.
He was the son of Gnaeus Domitius Ahenobarbus and Agrippina the Younger. Both Gnaeus and Agrippina were the grandchildren of Augustus, making Nero Augustus’ great, great grandson with a strong claim to power.
Nero was only two years old when his mother was exiled and three when his father died. His inheritance was taken from him and he was sent to live with his aunt. However, Nero’s fate changed again when Claudius became emperor, restoring the boy’s property and recalling his mother Agrippina from exile.
In AD 49 the emperor Claudius married Agrippina, and adopted Nero the following year. It is at this point that Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus changed his name to Nero Claudius Caesar Drusus Germanicus. In Roman times it was normal to change your name when adopted, abandoning your family name in favour of your adoptive father’s. Nero was a common name among members of the Claudian family, especially in Claudius’ branch.
Nero and Agrippina offered Claudius a politically useful link back to Augustus, strengthening his position.
Claudius appeared to favour Nero over his natural son, Britannicus, marking Nero as the designated heir.
When Claudius died in AD 54, Nero became emperor just two months before turning 17.
As he was supported by both the army and the senate, his rise to power was smooth. His mother Agrippina exerted a significant influence, especially at the beginning of his rule.
The Roman historians Tacitus, Suetonius and Cassius Dio all claim that Nero, fed up with Agrippina’s interference, decided to kill her.
Given the lack of eyewitnesses, there is no way of knowing if or how this happened. However, this did not stop historians from fabricating dramatic stories of Agrippina’s murder, asserting that Nero tried (and failed) to kill her with a boat engineered to sink, before sending his men to do the job.
Agrippina allegedly told them to stab her in the womb that bore Nero, her last words clearly borrowed from stage plays.
It is entirely possible, as claimed by Nero himself, that Agrippina chose (or was more likely forced) to take her own life after her plot against her son was discovered.
Early in his rule, Nero had to contend with a rebellion in the newly conquered province of Britain.
In AD 60–61, Queen Boudica of the Iceni tribe led a revolt against the Romans, attacking and laying waste to important Roman settlements. The possible causes of the rebellion were numerous – the greed of the Romans exploiting the newly conquered territories, the recalling of loans made to local leaders, ongoing conflict in Wales and, above all, violence against the family of Prasutagus, Boudica’s husband and king of the Iceni.
Boudica and the rebels destroyed Colchester, London and St Albans before being heavily defeated by Roman troops. After the uprising, the governor of Britain Suetonius Paulinus introduced harsher laws against the Britons, until Nero replaced him with the more conciliatory governor Publius Petronius Turpilianus.
The marriage between Nero and Octavia, aged 15 and 13/14 at the time, was arranged by their parents in order to further legitimise Nero’s claim to the throne. Octavia was the daughter of the emperor Claudius from a previous marriage, so when Claudius married Agrippina and adopted her son Nero, Nero and Octavia became brother and sister. In order to arrange their marriage, Octavia had to be adopted into another family.
Their marriage was not a happy one. According to ancient writers, Nero had various affairs until his lover Poppaea Sabina convinced him to divorce his wife. Octavia was first exiled then executed in AD 62 on adultery charges. According to ancient writers, her banishment and death caused great unrest among the public, who sympathised with the dutiful Octavia.
No further motives were offered for Octavia’s death other than Nero’s passion for Poppaea, and we will probably never know what transpired at court. The fact that Octavia couldn’t produce an heir while Poppaea was pregnant with Nero’s daughter likely played an important role in deciding Octavia’s fate.
On 19 July AD 64, a fire started close to the Circus Maximus. The flames soon encompassed the entire city of Rome and the fire raged for nine days. Only four of the 14 districts of the capital were spared, while three were completely destroyed.
Rome had already been razed by flames – and would be again in its long history – but this event was so severe it came to be known as the Great Fire of Rome.
Later historians blamed Nero for the event, claiming that he set the capital ablaze in order to clear land for the construction of a vast new palace. According to Suetonius and Cassius Dio, Nero took in the view of the burning city from the imperial residence while playing the lyre and singing about the fall of Troy. This story, however, is fictional.
Tacitus, the only historian who was actually alive at the time of the Great Fire of Rome (although only 8 years old), wrote that Nero was not even in Rome when the fire started, but returned to the capital and led the relief efforts.
Tacitus, Suetonius and Cassius Dio all describe Nero as being blinded by passion for his wife Poppaea, yet they accuse him of killing her, allegedly by kicking her in an outburst of rage while she was pregnant.
Interestingly, pregnant women being kicked to death by enraged husbands is a recurring theme in ancient literature, used to explore the (self) destructive tendencies of autocrats. The Greek writer Herodotus tells the story of how the Persian king Cambyses kicked his pregnant wife in the stomach, causing her death. A similar episode is told of Periander, tyrant of Corinth. Nero is just one of many allegedly ‘mad’ tyrants for which this literary convention was used.
Poppaea probably died from complications connected with her pregnancy and not at Nero’s hands. She was given a lavish funeral and was deified.
Centred on greater Iran, the Parthian empire was a major political and cultural power and a long-standing enemy of Rome. The two powers had long been contending for control over the buffer state of Armenia and open conflict sparked again during Nero’s rule. The Parthian War started in AD 58 and, after initial victories and following set-backs, ended in AD 63 when a diplomatic solution was reached between Nero and the Parthian king Vologases I.
According to this settlement Tiridates, brother of the Parthian king, would rule over Armenia, but only after having travelled all the way to Rome to be crowned by Nero.
The journey lasted 9 months, Tiridates’ retinue included 3,000 Parthian horsemen and many Roman soldiers. The coronation ceremony took place in the summer of AD 66 and the day was celebrated with much pomp: all the people of Rome saw the new king of Armenia kneeling in front of Nero. This was the Golden Day of Nero’s rule
In AD 68, Vindex, the governor of Gaul (France), rebelled against Nero and declared his support for Galba, the governor of Spain. Vindex was defeated in battle by troops loyal to Nero, yet Galba started gaining more military support.
It was at this point that Nero lost the support of Rome’s people due to a grain shortage, caused by a rebellious commander who cut the crucial food supply from Egypt to the capital. Abandoned by the people and declared an enemy of the state by the senate, Nero tried to flee Rome and eventually committed suicide.
Following his death, Nero’s memory was condemned (a practice called damnatio memoriae) and the images of the emperor were destroyed, removed or reworked. However, Nero was still given an expensive funeral and for a long time people decorated his tomb with flowers, some even believing he was still alive.
After Nero’s death, civil war ensued. At the end of the so-called ‘Year of the Four Emperors’ (AD 69), Vespasian became emperor and started a new dynasty: the Flavians.
[Francesca Bologna, curator, for British Museum]
Taken in the British Museum
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- Jim Rohn
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Mark Question is a bit of mystery. He lives for philosophy and constantly ponders life and its mysteries. Mark asks more questions than he or anyone else can ever answer.
Mark’s special move is just one big question, no one knows what it is (yet amazingly it still has a rank?!) This is just the type of Mystery Mark craves!
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Philippe Crist (Project Manager, ITF) answering a question during the Summit Kick-Off Press Conference at the International Transport Forum’s 2018 Summit on “Transport Safety and Security” in Leipzig, Germany on 23 May 2018.
Postits are the preferred media of choice for ICT teachers at Suffolk's conference.
Thinking about all sorts of big questions.
Dr. Albert Blumberg (left) and his wife Dorothy Rose are shown seated at a hearing by the House Un American Activities Committee (HUA C) in Washington D.C. March 29, 1940.
Both refused to answer any questions by the committee.
Blumberg defiantly declined “to answer any questions about any individual except myself” and “refused to answer questions with regard” to Communist Party records seized in the Baltimore CP office “for they were unlawfully unconstitutionally taken.”
Agents from HUAC raided the Baltimore office March 29th seizing records, membership lists and a banner.
Albert Blumberg presided over the Maryland-DC Communist Party during its period of largest growth and perhaps greatest influence during the “popular front” era of the party.
He served as head of the local organization from 1937 to 1943 when he left to become legislative director of the national party.
His wife Dorothy Rose served unofficially as party organizer and insured that the organization functioned smoothly.
Albert Blumberg was educated at Yale, the Sorbonne and the University of Vienna and worked as a philosophy professor at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, Maryland when he became active in the party in 1933.
He inherited a party built by his predecessor Earl Reno. Reno built the party through good working class organizers like Patrick Whalen in the maritime trades, Michael Howard in steel and George Meyers in textile that effectively controlled the Baltimore and Maryland Congress of Industrial Organizations (CIO).
Blumberg and Dorothy Rose led the party to help spearhead integration of the defense industry—particularly at the huge Martin’s aircraft plant outside of Baltimore and in the shipyards and steel mills. They joined with other civil rights groups to picket Baltimore theaters and demand open housing.
He led the successful fight to gain ballot access for the Communist Party in Maryland in 1940, winning despite persecution of the party for allegedly fraudulently obtaining ballot petition signatures. His wife was later convicted on this charge.
Blumberg and his wife were persecuted first in 1940 by the U.S. House of Representatives “Dies Committee” and Blumberg became one of the first persons convicted under the “Smith Act” that essentially made it a crime to be a member of the Communist Party USA.
In 1951 his wife Dorothy was arrested for violating the “Smith Act” which made it a crime to be a member of the Communist Party. She went to jail in 1953 and served three years.
Albert Blumberg was arrested in 1954 in New York City and convicted in 1956 under the Smith Act. However, the U.S. Supreme Court voided the act in 1957 while Blumberg’s case was under appeal and he did not have to serve his prison sentence.
For his communist beliefs, he was beaten in Atlanta Penitentiary during one of his jailings and lost most of his sight in one eye.
Ostracized, he was unable to obtain employment as a professor until 1965.
Sometime in the late 1950s, the Blumbergs left the Communist Party but remained activists, Albert becoming a Democratic Party district leader in Manhattan.
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The photographer is unknown. The image is an Associated Press photograph housed at the D.C. Library Washington Star Collection.
The face is too tight and the neck is too loose; making this mask out of one peice of material is obviously not going to happen.
The hair works, though, even if it needs to be groomed a little. There's a clear suggestion of ears, even though there's not. I may still sculpt ears to stick outside the mask, but if I get the hair right, I may not need too.
Well, not really but I'm still out in the garden! Sunny but oh so cold, today - why's the weather so strange, now that's a question?!
Our Daily Challenge ~ Curved or Curled ....
Apologies for being more or less absent from Flickr - I appear to be uploading some photos and disappearing but that's because I've been somewhat busy this week! Hopefully, back to normal soon!
Thanks to everyone who views this photo, adds a note, leaves a comment and of course BIG thanks to anyone who chooses to favourite my photo .... thanks to you all.
I tried to get a photo of the butterfly with the wings open, but I failed miserably and had 66 deletes! The wings would only open briefly, and I missed it every time! If I see the butterfly again, I will keep trying as they are really quite colorful!
According to Wikipedia:
"The color and textured appearance of the underside of its wings combine to provide camouflage that resembles a dead leaf. The silver mark on the underside of the hindwing is broken into two parts, a curved line and a dot, creating a ?-shaped mark that gives the species its common name.
As an adult butterfly, the question mark seeks out rotting fruit, tree sap, dung, or carrion as food sources. Only when these are unavailable do question marks visit flowers for nectar."
Hmmm... so does this mean I should leave the dog poop in the garden? No! Definitely not! I would rather photograph the butterfly on a flower rather than dog poop!
Sen. Ted Cruz questions U.S. Air Force Gen. Paul J. Selva, Vice Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, during a Senate Armed Services Committee hearing on Capitol Hill in Washington, July 18, 2017. The hearing was held to consider Gen. Selva’s reappointment to the grade of general and as the Vice Chairman. (DoD Photo by U.S. Army Sgt. James K. McCann)
I learned a lot this afternoon from simply asking library staff if I could take some photos in the library. First of all, that no one whom I initially asked knew the answer to my question suggests that not many people take photos in the library, for whatever reason, for which reason the staff did not know whether or not I could take photos. Second, that the more I asked around, the more my question crept quietly up the chain of command, until at length the director of the library was asked, when she walked onto the premises after lunch, suggests that there is a centralized command in the library; in that regard, this institution is not organized in a similar manner to the way by which HKU is organized. Finally, that nobody knew the answer but rather than assume authority deferred to the director's discretion suggests that there are very few change agents, if any at all, in this institution. That isn't necessarily a bad thing, however, because this organization likely doesn't have to deal with major change at the moment: the best course of action is plodding straight ahead.
Likewise, no one whom I asked knew about the library's renovation cost and the cost of being a donor; but these staff members did point me to someone else who could possibly answer my question!
The lights were off in the men's washroom. It seems as if the washroom isn't used much. Inside the washroom, I noticed the automated sinks, urinals and paper towel dispenser -- that reminded me much of Hong Kong and South Korea; automation has arrived in America! In addition, I enjoyed the hot water flowing from the sinks. That was a pleasant surprise.
What impresses me the most about this library is the seating variety. There are not only many different types of seating furniture, but also many different environments in which these seats are placed: by windows; inside rooms; in seating areas; in corners. In addition, just as there were many different types of furniture looks, so there were, in fact, more broadly, many different, conspicuous areas in the library. They were clearly labeled to boot. In this way, this library shares its best feature with the City University of Hong Kong library: such a variety of learning spaces that surely one would find at least one type conducive toward studying. In this instance, I liked to study at the rectangular table in the cafe area. Many libraries, including the HKU library, could certainly improve its learning space by following the diversity model adopted by both the CityU library and the Livingston library.
What also makes this library conducive toward studying is its underuse. One could find a seat anywhere in the library: no squatting, thankfully. The shelves also seem underutilized. While on an individual basis, this surplus in seating is a boon, this surplus is lamentable for the community since it obviously isn't taking full advantage of this invaluable learning space!
I gushed about the effectiveness of the library's learning space to the staff. Perhaps they were amused that such a mundane environment to them could be so special to me.
He spoke, and as upon the bed she lay,
Trembling amidst new thoughts, he sent a ray
Of finest love unto her inmost heart,
Till, murmuring low, she strove the night to part,
And like a bride who meets her love at last,
When the long days of yearning are o’erpast,
She reached to him her perfect arms unseen,
And said, "O Love, how wretched I have been!
What hast thou done?" And by her side he lay,
Till just before the dawning of the day.