View allAll Photos Tagged Realization
A six day camp 'Vilakshan Yog Camp' organized at the Tihar Jail, introducing prison inmates to Yog Aasans, Pranayams and psycho-spiritual counseling about Dhyan therapy on ‘Brahm Gyan’. This yoga camp was organized jointly by 'Vilakshan Yog' an initiative to familiarise the masses with the antient yogic tecniques and 'Antarkranti' the prison reformation program, Both of them being supported by Divya Jyoti Jagrati Sansthan
Divya Jyoti Jagrati Sansthan Founded and headed by Shri Ashutosh Maharaj Ji is a global network, a mission committed to establishing peace in human mind & actions. Ultimately translating the concept of World Peace into a tangible reality and creating universal culture of peace
Vision:
“From Self Awakening to Global Peace.”
Mission:
“To usher into a world wherein every individual becomes an embodiment of truth, fraternity, and justice through the eternal science of self-realization – ‘Brahm Gyan’, uprooting in its wake all social evils and threat.”
Website : djjs.org
Canon EOS Rebel X 35mm
Kodak BW400CN Film
His mouth was frozen open in a silent scream of horror as he realized that was the last breath he would ever take...
In the early 1950s, air forces around the world came to the realization that it made little sense to train pilots on older piston-engined trainers, then expect them to go from those aircraft to high-performance jets without a high accident rate. Most nations with an aviation industry then embarked on designing jet trainers and a training syllabus entirely with jets.
For the Soviet Union, it would not only need a jet trainer, it would need thousands of them, to equip not only its own air force, but those of the Warsaw Pact and client states. The Khrushchev regime learned that two of the Pact nations were working on their own trainers--Aero of Czechoslovakia was designing the L-29 Delfin (Dolphin), while PZL of Poland was working on the TS-11 Iskra (Spark). Surprisingly for the Soviet Union, it issued a requirement for the jet trainer and opened it up to a competition between the two aircraft.
Aero's L-29 was designed to be everything a trainer should be: easy to fly, easy to maintain, forgiving of mistakes, and capable of simple aerobatics. As Soviet doctrine called for aircraft capable of operating from austere airstrips, the L-29 was given a strengthened landing gear, and for either weapons training or in emergencies, could be equipped with four underwing hardpoints for bombs, rockets or gunpods. It was not particularly fast and considered underpowered, but that was less important in a trainer.
The L-29 would first fly in 1959, and went up against the TS-11 in 1961. To the surprise of many, considering the TS-11 was faster, the L-29 was declared the winner. Suspecting politics and wishing to keep some independence, the Polish Air Force would never use the Delfin, and would make the Iskra its primary jet trainer. For the rest of the Warsaw Pact and the Soviet Union, the L-29 would go into production. NATO would give it the reporting name of Maya.
Some 27 nations would eventually fly L-29s, as trainers, but occasionally in combat as well: Egyptian L-29s were pressed into service during the 1973 Yom Kippur (October) War as ground attack aircraft, and they were also used in the Biafran War of 1967-1970 and the First Nagorno-Karabakh War of 1988-1994 between Azerbaijan and Armenia. In these cases, the Delfin did not do well, but it was never intended to fight against modern air defenses. Saddam Hussein reportedly converted a number of his L-29s to drones, intended to carry poison gas towards Coalition forces in 2003, though they never flew.
While the L-29 was adequate, as aircraft got faster and more manueverable, the Delfin was becoming obsolete. In response, Aero designed the L-39 Albatros, a more advanced trainer, and L-29 production ended in 1974 after 3665 had been produced. Though most L-29 users replaced it with the L-39, some continued with the Delfin, and Angola and Georgia would use it as late as 2016. After the end of the Cold War, many Delfins became available on the open market, and while not as common as its Western equivalent--the T-33 Shooting Star--or its successor the L-39, L-29s are found in small numbers in the warbird community, and a few have raced in the Reno Air Races.
Both of these L-29s belong to the Prop and Jet Museum at Hemet-Ryan Field, California. Both are former Czech Air Force examples, sold off after the Cold War to private American collectors, and were acquired by the museum around 2013. Both are still listed as flyable.
I just got off the phone with sasha, and because the realization was so important, I need to document it.
She called me to tell me her thoughts about a movie we watched tonight. i'd found it so hopeful, and inspiring, and she was not so sure. she called to tell me she thought the main character was selfish – he had gone through the entire movie not thinking of anyone but himself. His wife, though also lost, had tried to improve their life together, only to be turned away, numbly. His son had run away from home, and the main character didn't do any more than read the note he'd left and sit down. He felt so completely numb, and closed off, until he opened up to this girl, this girl he happened to love, and suddenly felt things.
I couldn't disagree on how selfish he was, but I still felt as strongly hopeful, and didn't like him any less. It concerned me a bit how much I related to him, and all of a sudden, we started talking about my innermost emotions.
The last time I felt so fulfilled was just before I left California, and when I went back a year later to regain that feeling, things had changed. I had tried moving to Boston, to find it no different. I had tried moving home, to the same effect. I tried going to bars, shows, dates. Things I didn't want to do, but figured people would be there. I hung out with friends, and I didn't understand why sometimes I could still drive home feeling unsatisfied, as if after an entire evening together, we'd only really chatted about the weather.
It took a while of opening up before I realized much at all. I admitted, out loud to a real human being, how lonely I've been. How much I hold myself responsible for my own unhappiness in the past year. How I feel like I failed by leaving LA in the first place, leaving a fantastic happy Micah to be a depressed and despondent one, but that all the things I'd tried, moving from Boston to LA again, and everything in between, had failed horribly. I didn't expect there was anything more I could do – that I've felt that no matter what I try, I can't get it right. I said all these things out loud to a person, quite probably for the first time.
And here's where the hope comes in, and here's where the benefit of it lies. She saw things differently, she let me get things out, she analyzed a bit. It isn't that I haven't been trying to change my state of mind; maybe I've been going about it the wrong way. But I truly did not know the right way, I felt like I'd tried everything. I had only myself to count on, and I beat myself up for making the mistakes I've made. She didn't tell me not to – she suggested that I might need to open up to people. I'm so closed, I really am. I haven't talked about any of this. I'm not honest all the time, and I just don't trust people besides myself. And I'm starting to not trust myself, while I'm at it. People are best when they count on other people, when they lean and let lean, when they push and pull, but most of what I've been doing is pushing.
I've taught myself to be confident before – to trust my instincts, to be proud of the things I do, to appreciate most of who I am. And learning those things was what made California as great as it was. But in that time, I had one very convenient tool at my disposal. I was in a school, surrounded by people like me, surrounded by tons of people that were easy to meet. And I worked on all the other parts, except how to meet and trust and appreciate other people, because it was provided for me. But now, and for the past year, I haven't had that. And that's the piece, that I can see now at least, that's missing. And shit, that's just one piece, I've done more difficult things with less to go on before. I can do that.
Really, this past year I've felt a whole lot of hopeless, and opening up tonight gave me a little hope. Which, at the moment, looks like proof that this could work. A little hope makes a huge difference.
Série limitée et numérotée, avec certificat joint, pour chaque modèle de cadre.
PHOTO & TIRAGE en VENTE directe. DEVIS personnalisé SUR DEMANDE relevez la référence sous la photo
Me contacter : comlaphoto@gmail.com
Les photos, pour une lecture plus rapide, sont ici en basse résolution.
Tous ces clichés sont disponibles en haute résolution pour des tirages de qualité supérieure sur tous types de supports.
Tirages et impression sur tous supports : tirage classique, d’art, supports rigides (dibond, plexi, bois et pvc), toile, bâche etc.…
Réalisation de trompe l’œil.
A l’exception des œuvres d’artistes bénéficiant de la protection propriété intellectuelle (sculpteurs, architectes, peintres, dessinateurs etc.)
Series limited and numbered, with certificate attached, for each model framework.
PHOTO & drawing in direct sales. Custom application specifications take the reference under the photo
Contact me: comlaphoto@gmail.com
The photos, for a faster reading, are here in low resolution.
All these clichés are available in high resolution for prints of superior quality on all types of media.
Prints and print in all formats: Classic, fine art print, rigid supports (dibond, selection, wood and pvc), canvas, tarpaulin etc....
Realization of proboscis eye.
Except the works of artists protected intellectual property (sculptors, architects, painters, designers etc.)
Contact: comlaphoto@gmail.com
Sometimes all you need is a walk in the woods. There is not much it can't fix! There is an energy in nature that is all to often missing in modern society. It is a primordial need that we should feed. Spending time in nature regularly needs to become a bigger focus of our society.
Geomag realization of a large Stewart Toroid. This one is inspired by the Drilled Truncated Dodecahedron, but widened by bands of squares (and other polygons). The original Drilled Truncated Dodecahedron has pairs of triangular faces that have a too-small-for-geomag angle between them. This model inserts a square between them so that the geomags can handle it.. This model probably has an official name somewhere, probably by Stewart, but I don't have his (hard-to-find) book and can't find it online.
The white triple triangles (plus three surrounding metallic blue rods) are supposed to be hexagons, but I don't like to use the rhombic geomag panels to make hexagons -- they end up too floppy and fragile. I ended up leaving them unpanelled, leaving places that are easy to open up to view the true interior of this Toroid.
* The outer shell of this Toroid is a Truncated Icosidodecahedron with Pentagonal Cupolae Excavations, with central Pentagonal Holes.
* The inner shell of this Toroid is a Small Rhombicosidodecahedron with Pentagonal Holes.
* The twelve holes connecting the inner shell and outer shell of this Toroid are Pentagonal Antiprisms with missing Pentagons.
* For comparison, the original Toroid that inspired me to build this one is the Drilled Truncated Dodecahedron, which has a Truncated Dodecahedron (with Pentagonal Cupolae Excavations with central Pentagon Holes) for an outer shell; a Dodecahedron inner shell (missing all pentagons); connected by the same Pentagonal Antiprisms (missing the pentagons).
* Thanks for the inspiration to explore the Drilled Truncated Dodecahedron are given to Karl Horton.
It is no secret to me that my mood changes with the season. The darkest, coldest days of winter have always been most difficult. I will shoot countless frozen landscapes by the time the first brave green sprouts pop out, yet I will feel so blah that I will scrap most of them. Perhaps it was the unexpected sunshine and blue skies today, or maybe it was the realization that this is my last week for awhile that I can pass the time by taking a drive with my girl. Regardless of the reason, I actually like this shot.
Leaving Hope is one of my favorite songs. I often listen to it while driving, especially when I am feeling melancholy or introspective. I probably should have chosen a different video because this one makes my photo look lame in comparison, but this is the kind of imagery that needs to be shared.
A beautiful, joyous place. Be sure to see for yourself if you have the opportunity.
www.yelp.com/biz/self-realization-fellowship-hermitage-an...
realization of the day: removing the battery alone doesn't make it safe to open hardware. capacitors are evil.
Harpa color series. The Iceland landscape was phenomenal, but I continued to be fascinated by the Harpa, which is the performing arts center. The architecture is stunning and inspired a burst of creativity.
---- looking for Lady Florence .... ----
The mausoleum of Lady Florence Trevelyan: this is the bust on which the mold was made for the realization of the bronze bust which is located in the public garden of Taormina.
Mrs. Maria, nice and very kind person, is the owner and affectionate guardian of the mausoleum where lie the mortal remains of Lady Florence (location "Francisi" Castelmola). (Originally the tomb of Florence was about 50-100 meters from here, looking like a tomb from the Roman era, then partly collapsed, perhaps following the terrible earthquake of Messina in 1908 ).
...................
Il mausoleo di Lady Florence Trevelyan: questo è il busto sul quale venne realizzato il calco per la realizzazione del busto i bronzo che si trova nel giardino pubblico di Taormina.
La signora Maria, persona squisita e gentilissima, è la proprietaria e custode affezionatissima del mausoleo dove giacciono le spoglie mortali di Lady Florence (località "Francisi", Castelmola). (Originariamente la tomba di Florence si trovava a circa 50-100 metri da qui, assomigliante ad una tomba di epoca romana, come se ne trovano diverse nei dintorni di Taormina, successivamente in parte crollò, forse in seguito al terribile terremoto di Messina del 1908).
------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
This is a short and long collection of photographs, almost all made in Taormina (Sicily), and is divided into two parts: the first part I have included a few pictures, I put a few moments I catched in the alleys of the small Sicilian town, in the second part (the first to appear on Flickr) in which I tried to rebuild and at the same time to remember the singular feminine figure of Lady Florence Trevelyan, an English noblewoman, lover of art, botany, ornithology, travels, the arts magical and esoteric; she loved animals, but actively helped a lot of people; Taormina is to her that owes much of its luck; this Lady, hosting famous people of the time, contributed not a little to make known the beauty of this village Siculo to the whole world (and she improved and embellished much Taormina).
Lady Florence was born in Hallington On February 7, 1852, but soon became an orphan at the age of two years (his father committed suicide in 1854); his mother Catherine Anne was the maid of honor of Queen Victoria: the Queen which became attached enormously to Florence, and the Queen loved her like a true daughter. Florence at age 27, in 1879 was forced to leave everything to face a long journey lasting more than two years (Lady Florence fell prey to the notorius charms of the future Edward VII, who was already married; this sort of thing never went over well with Victoria, so Florence was asked to leave England). Lady Florence returned to his homeland for a short period, to be again driven out for an exiled perennial: She never returned to England (though, a generous monthly annuity was given hers on the orders of the Queen Victoria). Florence traveled widely, reached India, went to Burma, arrived in Australia she performed as a singer, and then finally arrive in February 1884 in Taormina: here you will stay until the end of his life (she died October 4, 1907 ). At Taormina she met the then mayor, the rich prof. Salvatore Cacciola, doctor, passionate student and Grand Master of Freemasonry: it is said that Lady Florence fell in love when she sought his help to cure "Sun", one of his dogs; from here to their wedding was a short step.
Lady florence bought several lots of land, created the current Public Garden of Taormina, planted olive trees, cypresses, exotic trees, and built those features buildings in oriental style; She bought by the former mayor the "Isola Bella" (She built an house and She planted trees and exotic plants, Mediterranean pines, as well as the inevitable cypress); She bought many arid and barren lands around Taormina (Mount Venus, Monte Croce, Monte Porretta) and they become rich in vegetation, with many farmers she had taught the art of the English garden. Many people went knocking to her door, in financial difficulties, usually farmers and fishermen (also Oscar Wilde, disgraced by charges of homosexuality, received financial aid from Lady Florence), She made a major sewing school for young girls of Taormina, and instituted for their 87 wedding dowries. Fate was once again mocking her: the only child she had named Edward, died in childbirth. It was in use at the time, bathing in bathtubs filled with cold water of the sea (even the photographer Von Gloeden was addicted to this habit), but this proved fatal, Lady Florence died of pneumonia at the age of 55. For her express wish, She was buried in a district of Castelmola (accompanied by large numbers of Sicilian people, it tells of an endless line, to the sound of "ciaramelle", which reminded her bagpipes of her distant Scotland), district called "Francisi" in her memory (this term according to a medieval custom). In her will, Lady Florence forced heirs not to hunt in his vast possessions, not to build, and to accept and to help dogs and birds. Lady Florence was the first woman (not only in Sicily) to be allowed to be part of Freemasonry.
The writer Guido Gozzano, was inspired by Lady Florence, when he wrote the novel "Alcina".
----------------------------------
Questa è una raccolta di fotografie breve e lunga, quasi tutte realizzate a Taormina (Sicilia), raccolta che ho diviso in due parti: nella prima parte ho inserito alcuni ritratti, ho messo alcuni momenti colti nei vicoli del piccolo paese Siciliano, nella seconda parte (la prima ad apparire su Flickr) ho tentato di ricostruire, ed al contempo ricordare, la singolarissima figura di Lady Florence Trevelyan, una nobildonna Inglese amante dell'arte, della botanica, della ornitologia, dei viaggi, delle arti magiche ed esoteriche; lei, che fu una convinta animalista ante litteram, non si limitò ad amare solo gli animali, ma aiutò fattivamente persone di ogni ceto sociale, ebbe ricchezze ma al tempo stesso pagò prezzi altissimi in sofferenza e dolore: Taormina deve a lei molta della sua fortuna, poichè questa Lady, ospitando nei suoi possedimenti illustri e famosi personaggi dell'epoca, contribuì non poco a far conoscere al mondo intero le bellezze di questo paesino Siculo (ella stessa migliorò ed abbellì ancor più Taormina).
Lady Florence nacque in quel di Hallington il 7 febbraio del 1852, divenne ben presto orfana all'età di due anni ( il padre morì suicida nel 1854); sua mamma Catherine Anne era la dama di compagnia della regina Vittoria, la quale regina si affezionò enormemente a Florence, sì da amarla come una vera figlia. All'età di 27 anni, nel 1879 venne imposto a Florence di lasciare l'Inghilterra per affrontare un lungo viaggio, che sarà della durata di più di due anni (si ipotizza per farle dimenticare una relazione che non sarebbe mai dovuta accadere, col figlio della regina Vittoria, il futuro re Edoardo VII, che a quel tempo era già sposato; sembra che non sia stata affatto la gelosia della moglie di Edoardo, bensì la rigidità della madre Vittoria a decretarne l'esilio). Lady Florence dopo questo primo viaggio ritornò nella sua Inghilterra, ma vi restò ben poco, infatti dopo un brevissimo periodo Lady Florence venne nuovamente allontanata in esilio, e questa volta lo sarà per sempre: Florence non ritornerà mai più nella sua Inghilterra (un generoso vitalizio mensile le fu dato comunque su ordine della stessa Regina Vittoria, ovvio che ciò le fu indispensabile, essendo così lontana da casa). Florence viaggiò molto, raggiunse l'India, andò in Birmania, giunta in Australia si esibì come cantante, per poi infine giungere nel febbraio del 1884 a Taormina: qui vi resterà fino all'ultimo dei suoi giorni (lei morirà il 4 ottobre 1907). A Taormina ebbe modo di conoscere l'allora sindaco, il ricco prof. Salvatore Cacciola, medico, appassionato studioso e Gran Maestro della Massoneria: si racconta che Lady Florence se ne innamorò quando lei cercò l'aiuto del medico per curare "Sole", uno dei suoi cani; da qui al loro matrimonio, il passo fu breve.
Lady florence acquistò numerosi lotti di terreno, realizzò l'attuale Giardino Pubblico, vi piantò ulivi, cipressi, alberi esotici, costruì quelle caratteristiche costruzioni in stile birmano-orientale; acquistò dall'ex sindaco L'Isola Bella (vi costruì una casetta, e l'Isola, che altro non era che un ammasso brullo di scogli, divenne rigogliosa come la vediamo oggi, vi piantò alberi e piante esotiche, pini mediterranei, nonchè gli immancabili cipressi, così presenti in quasi tutta la cittadina); acquistò numerosi terreni intorno a Taormina (Monte Venere, Monte Croce, Monte Porretta) sicchè da aridi e brulli che erano, li fece diventare ricchi di vegetazione (infatti aveva al soldo numerosi contadini ai quali aveva insegnato l'arte del giardino all'Inglese). Alla sua porta andarono a bussare numerose persone in difficoltà economiche, in genere contadini e pescatori, mai fu chiusa loro la porta... (anche Oscar Wilde, caduto in disgrazia per l'accusa di omosessualità, ricevette un aiuto finanziario dalla Lady); realizzò una importante scuola di cucito per le giovanette di Taormina, dando loro la possibilità di potersi mantenere da sole; istituì 87 doti di matrimonio per le ragazze Taorminesi (all'epoca una ragazza senza dote non aveva molte possibilità di formarsi una famiglia). Il destino infine fu ancora una volta beffardo con lei: l'unico figlio che lei ebbe, di nome Edoardo, morì durante il parto, il padre era un medico, tentò di rianimarlo, ma non ci fu nulla da fare. Era in uso all'epoca, fare bagni nelle vasche da bagno ricolme di acqua gelata di mare (anche il fotografo Von Gloeden era dedito a tale usanza, ma lui usava immergersi in acqua di mare calda, riuscendo a trovare in questa forma di talassoterapia una cura per la tisi, della quale era affetto): questa usanza fu fatale a Lady Florence, che morì di broncopolmonite a 55 anni di età. Per suo esplicito desiderio, la Trevelyan fu seppellita in una contrada di Castelmola (accompagnata da tantissima gente del luogo, si racconta di una fila interminabile di persone, al suono delle zampogne, che le ricordavano le cornamuse della sua lontana Scozia); la contrada dove fu seppellita (in quella la Lady aveva un'altra dimora), fu chiamata "Francisi" in sua memoria (tale termine indicava, secondo una usanza medioevale, una generica provenienza straniera, qualinque essa fosse). Nel suo testamento Lady Florence obbligò gli eredi a non cacciare nei suoi vasti possedimenti, a non costruire, ad accogliere e curare cani ed uccellini. Lady Florence fu la prima donna ad essere ammessa a fare parte della massoneria. Importò in Sicilia les tableaux vivants (i quadri viventi) e anche le sfilate dei carri in fiori a Palermo. Lo scrittore Guido Gozzano scrisse il romanzo "Alcina" ispirandosi a Lei.
Changing.
Coming to terms with the realization that I'm not as perky as I perceive that I am...physically anyway. Sometimes I'll see a reflection of a tired looking woman when we're walking around the mall or in the village and then I have to take a stunned moment to realize she's me. Even without the less than perfect reflection I sense the shift: tight pants, lack of feet when gazing downward, chin not resting quite so flush on my chest when I droop my head, less elasticity in my skin. And then there's my abdomen, or as author Anne Lamott calls it, the sub-continent. Sheesh! what's up with that. (Nevermind that I love candy and late night bowls of cereal...)
I want to embrace aging, and do so gracefully as the old adage goes, but I'm having a bit of a hard time. I've always been a feisty one so this shouldn't be so shocking. I keep hearing the lines from 'Mr Jones and Me' (Counting Crows), "Wishin' I was someone just a little more funky... when everybody'd love me..."(sic-I'm sure I'm off- misquoting lyrics is a gift of mine :) I still feel funky, as in eclectic and cool, but man, I don't look it most days.
So anyway-all this to say I'm learning to readjust my view of who I am to accomodate the "more ample and character lined" me. I'm hoping this project will help me in doing so by making me comfortable enough in my skin so that I don't forget to let the light that dwells within out. Great grace has been given to me and I need to be more gracious to Him who has bestowed it. I can begin by not belittling the physical part of this creation that makes me, well...me.
Let the journey begin...
Museu Blau, Museu de Ciències Naturals de Barcelona, Spain
Architects: Herzog & de Meuron, project 2009-2010, realization 2010-2012
Relocating the Museum of Natural Sciences into the Forum Barcelona building signals the beginning of a new life cycle for both institutions: one where each mutually benefits from the space, program and potential of the other. With its large exterior and interior spaces and its reference to natural processes and shapes, the architecture of the Forum is a particularly appropriate new home for the relocated Museum. And the Museum of Natural Science promises to energetically revitalise the existing building, replacing vacant space with intense new public activities.
The open public space that marks the approach from the Diagonal and extends under the triangular body of the building is now diversified and activated, engaging with the life of the city. The corner addressing the city centre retains its function as the main public approach. This is enhanced by the three existing pavilions which are reconfigured to provide meeting places for groups and general information along the approach to the museum entrance. The second corner, further along the Diagonal is enlivened with lush external planting and the basin under the water patio. And finally, the corner addressing the sea is activated by a new exterior dining area for students and groups, adjacent to a bar which opens onto the plaza. The interior of the elevated triangular building, which is like a vast interior landscape, structured by patios, creates a specific space well suited to an exhibition of Natural science and to the Museum’s demand for growth and need to display more of its outstanding collection.
Architecture and Museography
The core of the Museum is its permanent exhibition. This consists of an outstanding collection of rocks and minerals, taxidermy, microbes, plants and herbariums, meteorites, scientific drawings, diagrams, fossils and skeletons, sounds and dioramas, gathered together over centuries in Barcelona. The exhibition consists of elements from the permanent collection structured around the concept of Gaia – the idea of a living planet which forms and is, in turn, transformed by life.
This exhibition arrangement follows the logic of the existing space and at the same time radically transforms it. It frees the visitor to explore any number of individual routes while still ensuring an overall logical sequence. It also extends into the museum lobby, where the main stair and the dramatically hung whale skeleton forms the central arrival and departure point for all public programs, including shop, restaurant, media library, classrooms, event spaces and temporary exhibition, as well as administration and support areas. The lobby extends down to the plaza connecting to the large covered public space of the Museu Blau, allowing for the visitor to invigorate the rapidly developing area where the Diagonal reaches the sea.
" Realization of the energy plan is the whole nation's task " the 17,500 printed in 1984. very large 3 feet by 6.5 feet wide. Publisher is Plakat
We set out to do a two hour hike to a small, secluded beach in the hard to reach Cala Tuent. There we wanted to swim a bit, then head back the way we came. Two hours in, and after a 200 meter drop, we realized we had badly miscalculated, though the full extent was still unknown to us. A signpost around here said "Cala Tuent 2,5 hours". We laughed.
about a year and a half after he first did this - created a play-doh interpretation of a transformers robot, the constructicon devestator. except this time around it has a lot more detail.
copyright © 2011 sean dreilinger
view play-doh re-realization of decepticon constructicon devastator - MG 0911 JPG on a black background.
The icon of very American culture Iron Man is now Japanese Samurai, the very soul of Japanese culture! He will eat sushi instead of cheeseburger! It is amazing to see Japanese culture almost in every aspect of our life scenes. They did not win the last war but won the hearts of people over the years with their culture…
Manufactured by Bandai in 2017. About 7 inches tall.
The 2023 PEN America Literary Awards took place at The Town Hall in New York City on March 2, 2023. Since 1963, the PEN America Literary Awards have honored outstanding voices in fiction, poetry, science writing, essays, biography, children's literature, translation, and drama.
The ceremony was hosted by acclaimed actor, author, and former Obama White House aide Kal Penn. Tina Fey, nine-time Emmy Award winner and one of the greatest comedy writers of her generation, received the 2023 PEN/Mike Nichols Writing for Performance Award.
Photo credit: Beowulf Sheehan/PEN America
I am sure that most people will relate to that ‘Monday Morning Feeling’. The dreaded realization upon waking that it is NOT Saturday or Sunday. It’s not even any other weekday. It’s Monday. The day when you long for that extra half-hour in bed more than on any other day of the week. The day when, due to some meteorological quirk of nature, the weather, more often than not, is depressing. The day when you question your career choice!
I was certainly no different. As an Art teacher for nearly 35 years, I would make my way up the school drive wondering whether some mutated virus may just possibly have incapacitated only the disruptive pupils in the school. In the Winter there was always the possibility that the heating system had broken down and the pupils would be sent home, or the pipes had burst over the weekend. The reality for a Monday was that staff absence would be heavier than normal and, if one had a non-contact period (can’t call them ‘free’ periods any more), looking at the daily ‘cover’ list would see one’s name down to take class 9Z for ‘Life Skills’ or something similar because Miss Binge had a ‘migraine’ or Mr. Skiver had developed the ‘workshy virus’.
By mid-morning break, of course, usually, one’s mood had returned to normal and life really didn’t seem that bad. In order to militate against the likelihood of a mass-suicide pact in the staffroom on a Monday morning, I began to produce a ‘Picture of the Week’ with a caption beneath, for the ‘Cover Noticeboard’. These raised a smile and I was sometimes asked for a copy. I have begun to upload them here for the benefit of anyone who has a similar sense of humour to myself! I will upload the first few and then add to them on a weekly basis.
Feel free to add your own caption.
Sudden Enlightenment is the process through which you can self realizes your mistake. Once in a lifetime, a time comes when a person self realizes there falts. paradoxica.org/