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This ground beetle is almost exclusively found along the sandy shores of rivers and freshwater ponds. It is relatively small (4.5-6.5mm), very nicely colored (ocre-yellow with metallic green) and has, unlike most Carabidae, a disc-shaped body.
This specimen was caught in Latvia, july 2012, kept it dry till now and rehydrated it with 10% ammonia about 30 minutes before stacking.
Stack based on 136 exposures taken with steps of ca. 10µm, ISO 100, 1/2sec, 3 Jansjo ledlight diffused through a paper roll, WB 3500K). Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax), LR for CA (blue), Gimp for removing artifacts. Uncropped image, 3.1mm wide, magnification of 11.6x (on FF).
I have yet to come across wild Morel Mushrooms along any of the forest trails I have frequented over the years. Typically found in the spring and difficult to cultivate commercially, they are likely harvested by mushroom connoisseurs and entrepreneurs before I can lay my eyes on the hollow mushroom, for it is revered by gourmet chefs and food enthusiasts alike, thanks to its distinctive honeycomb-like appearance and rich earthy aroma, the latter I can attest to. So, I would take anyone’s offer to joint in their Morel mushroom hunt in south-eastern Ontario in order to take images of the very sought after fungus fruitbody in its natural habitat. To temper my disappointment, I bought a few dried wild Morels from a local store, rehydrated them and “transplanted” one in a habitat akin to where it might be found in nature, just to practice its lighting and stacking of macro images and thereafter photographing its distinctive external and internal structures in the controlled conditions of in-studio environment. As seen in a couple of images, the Morel attracted Daddy Longlegs as well as a number of unshown flies and ants during the shoot in the field.
Photographed this garden foe already a few times now (9mm long, Otiorhynchus sulcatus, Curculionidae). Found quite some spent ones in the greenhouse today (Boom, Belgium, August 2015).
Studio work with a dead specimen. Cleaned, rehydrated and staged it on a bud of Hydrangea petiolaris.
Image based on 73 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax), not cropped. Canon 5Dmkii, MP-E 65mm at 2.2x, ISO-100, f/5.6, 1/160sec; single (tracing paper) diffused flash.
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Part 2
Before the sun actually rose the sky was light enough for me to go out and look for photos. In the pale blue light of dawn I could see the distant mountains of the Cathedral Range and beyond shroud in large storm clouds and anvil shaped thunderheads. Once I got out and got moving I wasn't shivering anymore, but now my toes inside my boots where numb. I walked down to the lake to see if I had missed any compositions last night. The clumps of sedge grass were encrusted in frost and the shallows of the lake were encased with ice. I didn't see anything different this time so I headed back to my tent to boil some water for tea and to do some jumping jacks to warm up my feet.
The sun rose directly behind the Fletcher Peak (11459), which towers over this lake, so my camp was in it's cold shadow for the longest time. However Vogelsang Peak (11493) just south of me was all aglow, the light on it slowly creeping down as the sunbeams shone through the the pass I would soon be climbing over. Slowly but surely the sun touched the southern shore of the lake and I headed over to the warm, life giving rays. When I reached them I sat on a large granite boulder and basked in the warm sunlight just like a lizard as I drank my tea.
Eventually the light reached my tent so I headed back to it to make breakfast. While that was rehydrating I packed up my gear. After I ate, I made one last stop at the lake to refill my water bottles before heading up to the pass that the sun had poured through earlier. I dunked the bottles under the frigid water and held them under with my hand while they filled. Once they were full and my hand numb from the cold, I pulled them out and headed back to my pack. It was then that I saw a mule train approaching from the direction that I had come from yesterday after my brief stop at the High Sierra Camp. I put the bottles on my pack, put it on and walked over to the trail. I then realized that the mules where led by none other than Ranger Reeve.
As he marched the mules by he recognized me and raised his hand I greeting, “Derek, Where are you off to this time?” He asked.
“There are some tarns above Bernice Lake that I want to checkout.” I answered.
“I”m headed their now. We have another restoration crew up there that I need to collect gear for. I'll see you when you get there.” He began to ride off, “Oh, by the way,” He stopped and turned back to look at me, “We're expecting snow today, so be careful.”
“I know, but thanks for the warning. I was got cell service last night and my dad gave me a weather report.” I told him.
“Cell service? Up here?” He asked surprised.
“Yup, just on the other side of the outflow.” I explained.
“Interesting... Well anyway, be safe. I'll see you at Bernice.”
Then he rode off uphill towards the pass.
After giving the horses some distance so I wasn't sucking dust I followed.
All during this time the sky had become alive with restless, drifting clouds following the will of the wind in their unending wanderlust. The sun's light gathered here and there in patches upon the earth, ebbing and flowing like the tides as shadows chased the light like wolves hunting their prey. The wind had begun again and gusted as the mountains breathed.
I climbed up a very well constructed trail that was lined with small stones. As I climbed higher I came to a spot with a nice view of the lake. Here I saw a composition that I liked more than any I had seen last night or this morning, and I was disappointed I hadn't ventured up here then. But now the cloud filled sky and the painted light and shadows made it a uniquely different shot and it stood out from all of the alpine glow shots of the other lakes I had stayed at, though I still prefer that to this. Turning around I continued on. The mule train was moving faster than I and disappeared over the pass before I was half way up.
Were to start, we have missed the last 3 weeks or so because I could not bring myself to share what is going on with my Bonny girl. Bonny has been very vibrant, strong and healthy even as she turned 13 last March.
About 3 weeks ago we took Bonny to the vet because of diarrhea that had gone on for a couple of days and was not responding to the normal remedies. Then she stopped eating, not good. After some tests and a biopsy of an enlarged lymph node, she was diagnosed with lymphoma. She lost a great deal of weight and was still refusing to eat. She ended up spending one night at the vet, where they rehydrated her and gave her some steroids and anti-nausea meds. I thought we were going to loose her right then, she seemed in such bad shape.
But the vet did not recommend euthanasia at that time and we took her home and have nursed her back to feeling pretty good. She has gained weight back and has enough energy to go for morning walks and wants to play ball (though we have limited that game) The steroids make her want to eat constantly and we are obliging.
We are treasuring the time we have with her as we know this insidious disease will take her from us sooner than we want. We know when we bring pups into our lives they will break our hearts, but the joy she has brought to our lives is something I will be eternally grateful for. I know I'll never be able to calculate this -- but it would be fun to know how many miles she and I have walked together.
I am very happy to have this photo project (since she was 3 years old!) of Bonny. What wonderful memories looking through my annual Flickr albums.
Give your pups some loving for us.
Iced Beverage
I made a huge pitcher of refreshing rooibos citrus sun-tea last week and added some cactus juice to it. The cactus juice is an anti-inflammatory. It also has electrolytes in the beverage and is so good for you in the dehydrating hot weather. It's going to be 97'F here today so this will be a great drink to cool down.
Hancock's story begins here
Finally we made the necessary arrangement to to take him to Marine Animal Lifeline in Portland. But first I got to spend a little more time with him as I drove him to the people at Allied Whale and their volunteer Veterinarian who would prepare him for his 3 hour trip. The first thing a pup needs if he hasn't nursed for a while is to be rehydrated.
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I am posting this photo in a lot of new places because pupping season is about to begin here in Maine and I am hoping to increase people's awareness and sensitivity to their need for privacy.
"For breakfast today: black coffee, rehydrated scrambled eggs and dehydrated peaches! Not bad at all!" - ESA astronaut Samantha Cristoforetti
Credits: ESA/NASA
When you don't quite know what to make for lunch, frozen tiger prawns are a good way to start.
Start by thawing the prawns (4-5?) taking off the heads and shells and de-veining them (using prawn scissors if you've got them — they're great!), rinse and set aside. Pat dry and sprinkle all over with some Thai seasoning, or other powdered dry spice of your liking.
Put the heads and shells in a small pot. Cover with water, and simmer for 15-20 minutes to get a nice broth.
Rehydrate a bit of dried wakame (not absolutely essential, but nice) and set aside.
Dice a little garlic and ginger, some fresh coriander stems; fresh chilli, if you have it (otherwise use dried chilli flakes); and throw the lot into a broad based pan on your induction plate over a good splash of oil — I used rice bran and sesame). (If you haven't discovered induction cooking yet, use any broad-based pan that will accept the noodles with space.)
Slice some mushrooms, if you like those, and throw those in.
When all that's kind of seared, add the shrimp, stir fry a bit. Turn down the heat, add the broth (to which you've added a splash of Maggi, soy, and fish sauce), and as many noodles as you'd like: I used ±135 grams of Udon noodles.
Let the lot cook for ±10 minutes, or according to the instructions on the noodle pack.
Throw the wakame in there somewhere near the end, along with the juice of at least 1/2 lime.
Heat up a nice bowl in the microwave (full whack 1 minute)
serve, garnished with slices of green onion and/or diced cilantro.
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Photo No# 2 of 2.
Proofs in the pudding, we went to
the mud cobra field early morning.
I'm standing under the shelter,
Pumpkin Pie is guarding and
The Monkey is rehydrating.
Mr. Boney is somewhere ?
Spent most of an hour sitting right
here while the dogs raced around.
Before we left this morning I already
knew how this was going to playout.
Dogs racing around while I'm sitting.
Actually in this photo I'm standing ;-)
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Marasmius rotula is a common species of agaric fungus in the family Marasmiaceae. Widespread in the Northern Hemisphere, it is commonly known variously as the pinwheel mushroom, the pinwheel Marasmius, the little wheel, the collared parachute, or the horse hair fungus. The type species of the genus Marasmius, M. rotula was first described scientifically in 1772 by mycologist Giovanni Antonio Scopoli and assigned its current name in 1838 by Elias Fries.
The fruit bodies, or mushrooms, of M. rotula are characterized by their whitish, thin, and membranous caps up to 2 cm (0.8 in) wide that are sunken in the center, and pleated with scalloped margins. The slender and wiry black hollow stems measure up to 8.0 cm (3.1 in) long by 1.5 mm (0.06 in) thick. On the underside of the caps are widely spaced white gills that are attached to a collar encircling the stem. The mushrooms grow in groups or clusters on decaying wood such as fallen twigs and sticks, moss-covered logs, and stumps.
Unlike other mushrooms known to release spores in response to a circadian rhythm, spore release in M. rotula is dependent upon sufficient moisture. Dried mushrooms may revive after rehydrating and continue to release spores for up to three weeks—a sustained spore production of markedly longer duration than other typical agarics. There are several species of Marasmius with which M. rotula might be confused due to somewhat similar overall appearances, but differences in size, gill arrangement, and substrate are usually sufficient field characteristics to distinguish them. Although M. rotula mushrooms are not generally considered edible, they produce a unique peroxidase enzyme that is attracting research interest for possible use in bioengineering applications.
Photographed in the woods at Nymans National Trust, Handcross, West Sussex, UK.
Why vague? In mist they travel for miles safe. Their adaptive senses let them party/get high/mate...
A faithful coffee cup
Fruit and cheese pie
Black Berries
To make the pies;
Make puff pastry dough. There are many recipes on line. Or in a pinch (such as unexpected guests) some stores have a decent dough pre-made. Roll the dough out evenly and cut into 5" X 5" squares. Chill dough while making the filling.
Filling; Mash together equal parts Syrian Cheese, Danish White Cheese, and Mozzarella. To this add 1/4 the volume of your mixed cheese in Kefir Cheese. Kefir cheese is wonderful by itself and is a great source of probiotics. Mix well and add two to three eggs depending of the consistency of the mixture. You do not want it runny. Add approximately 1.5 lbs of mixed dried berries. The berries will rehydrate during baking. Mix all the ingredients into a fluffy consistency.
Fold chilled puff pastry dough into a triangle pinching one edge together. Use a fork to pleat the edges of the pastry to prevent splitting during baking. Stuff with filling and pinch the other edge together. You should end up with a neat triangle. Arrange 10 or so pies on a cookie sheet and brush with egg wash. I prefer the egg wash to be watery as I like just a nice golden colour to the pastry.
Bake at 400ºF for 20 minutes. Let cool and serve with your favorite hot caffeinated beverage and fruit of your choosing on the side.
I think I remembered every thing. I never have followed a written recipe for this. Sorry I have not included metric conversions. Its late.
The cattle are rehydrating and cooling off in the water hole. They seem to have no qualms about pooping in the water hole, either.
Part 1
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Part 2
After I got what I wanted from that that vantage point I headed back to my camp, snapping pictures as I went. My fingers are numb from the cold and are not as nimble as they are when they are warm, so using my camera isn’t as easy. Just as my campsite came into view, I once again saw a shot that I liked better than the one I waited so long for. It happens like that every time; the photographer scopes out the perfect shot, sets up their equipment, and waits patiently. Then after getting the shot, sees another one that is even better. But that’s part of the fun.
By now the warm sun had touched close to where I slept, allowing me to drape my frost covered sleeping bag over a large rock to defrost. I also moved the rest of my gear out of the shade and into the sun to do the same. Then I boiled water to rehydrate my breakfast. As it rehydrated I held the meal pouch in my hands to return feeling back to them. After eating, I rotated my gear to defrost the other sides. Once all the frost was gone and my stuff was dry I packed up and started on trail.
I followed the creek to the Ram Lake trail, then turned west and made my way towards Purple Lake (9928). Forest began to close in and the trail snaked its way around the towering pines.
I rounded a bend in the trail and right in front of me, about ten feet away, was large grouse. I froze, not wanting to scare her.
“Good morning” I said to her, “How are you today?”
We stood there staring at each other for a few minutes in quiet contemplation. There was a glimmer of curiosity and calmness in her eyes as we stared, for had she been fearful of me I'm sure she'd have fled at first sight. The thought of trying to catch her to eat her did briefly cross my mind, but it faded and was replaced with compassion, curiosity as well and a little bit of jealousy, because she gets to live her entire life out here in this slice of heaven, whether she knows the beauty that surrounds her or not.
After a while longer she started to walk off the trail towards the undergrowth. Before I lost sight of her I thanked her for the brief moment we had to connect and I wished happy trails. I then continued on towards Purple Lake.
To the right of the trail I got brief glimpses of a large meadow, but the trail continued to cling to the forest and the tall shade providing pines. At the first sight of purple lake a stream crossed the trail and tumbled down into the blue green waters. A short distance later I reached a camping area, where I have stayed before many years ago with my Boy scout troop on one of our many summer backpacking trips. There was a tent set up and a clothes line was strung between two trees, but no one was to seen, only heard somewhere down near the lake, splashing and laughing and having a great time. Just on the other side of the camp ground I crossed another rushing creek and filled up my water bottles there.
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The first time I had been here at this campground beside this lake was, as I said, many years ago with my scout troop. I do not remember the year. We had been on trail for a few days by the time we had reached this lake. We were gathered around the camp fire and were pulling out our food trying to figure out which dehydrated meal we were going to eat for dinner as we, the scouts, looked at the options with disgust and loathing, as a mule train came down the trail from the direction of ram lakes. The driver stopped the mules and called out to us, “How y'all doin'?”
“We're doing fine.” answered our scout master, Mr. Brown.
The driver continued, “I just picked up some gear from a group that was staying at Ram Lakes and I got all this extra food, if y'all want any, it'd take some of the load off the mules.”
Our, the scouts, attitude perked up and we became hopeful of a better meal and one of us blurted out, “Yes!”
Mr. Brown replied almost instantly without giving it a second thought, “I appreciate the offer , but we have plenty of food, if we take yours than we won't be lightening our load.”
We, the scouts, looked at Mr. Brown with a what the hell are you thinking look on our faces.
The driver then said, “Alright then, have a good evenin'.” And then he continued down the trail away from our camp.
We went back to trying to figure out what to eat. After a few minutes the other adult, Mr. Poindexter said, “I wonder what he had.” Then looking at us he said, “Two of you run to catch him and see what food he had.”
Me and another scout ran as fast as we could to catch up to the mule train, and after catching up, while trying to catch our breaths asked, “What food do you got?”
We returned to our camp, arms full of food, and plopped it down on top of our pile of dehydrated food. The mouths of our two leaders and the other scouts dropped open and their eyes grew wide at the sight of the unprepared banquette we had just dropped in front of them: fresh carrots, fresh onions (this was before I knew that there were wild onions out there) fresh celery, fresh potatoes, a large hunk of pork loin, brownies, and a can of gravy. We chopped up the vegetables and seasoned the pork loin, wrapped it in foil, that was also given to us, and cooked everything over the fire. We feasted that night.
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I continued on towards the far end of Purple lake, where this trail joins with the PCT/JMT. Just before the trail junction (9930) I passed a group of through hikers that were swimming and doing laundry. I passed them buy and came to the trail junction. Here I stopped to consult my map. I have two options; I can either go to Iva Bell Hot Springs (7135) 9.5 miles away and have a chance to relax in the hot water while enjoying a beautiful view, as the springs sit on the side of a valley, or I can go 7 miles to Deer Lakes (10680), near Duck Pass. If I go to the hot springs I will have a 13-mile hike to exit at Reds Meadow the next day. If I go to deer lakes it’s only a 5.5-mile day to exit at Lake George, in the town of Mammoth Lakes. I really don’t want to hike 13 miles tomorrow, so Deer Lakes it is. I’ll go to Iva Bell Hot Springs next time.
Split Gill , Distinctive bracket-like fungus whose gill edges split and turn up when dry and close up when rehydrated. Up to 3cm across, fan-shaped and lobed, with a narrow stipe-like attachment to substrate, margin irregular and undulating, with tooth-like projections, surface velvety or hairy, greyish beige to white and concentrically zoned with age. Gills fanning out from point of attachment, pinkish grey, Stipe absent or rudimentary, Habitat fallen wood of deciduous trees,bizarrely, also increasingly found on polythene-wrapped straw bales, locally common in SE England,....
Our 17 year old Siamese 'Draupadi' (aka 'the Penguin') can be seen here among her canine friends Aafje and Djuna.
Her life is in the balance as a result of a kidney crisis triggered by the heatwave of last week. She is now in the pet-hospital intravenously rehydrated and nourished.
We pray that this cat with lots of personality can stay just a little bit longer with us.
Say a little prayer for her ... !
I was out hiking last weekend at Pogonip Park in the city of Santa Cruz, a park I'd never been to. A mix of foothills and redwood forest. But I hadn’t done any research beyond what the type of terrain was. About midway through, I unexpectedly came upon this abandoned building. It is quite securely surrounded by a barbed wire fence and accented by a lone palm tree. The trail map said it was a former clubhouse to a golf and country club built in 1911 and closed in 1930.
I didn't give it much more thought. It was midday, the light was high and harsh. The fence was close the building making it tough to get a good angle on the building. It was boarded up so tightly that slipping in wasn't an option, especially without further research into the building itself. But I vowed to return another day and explore it more. When I returned home, tired from the nine miles I'd put on my feet, I grabbed a cold glass of water, sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV and started thumbing through the movie menu. I arrived at the movie "The Lost Boys", an old 80's comedy/horror movie about vampires. I'd seen it years ago and figured since Halloween was approaching, it was an appropriate selection to revisit while I rehydrated. This movie was filmed in and around the city of Santa Cruz, mostly on the beach boardwalk.
Not too far into the beginning, the main characters are moving into this California beach town and the screen pans to a wide shot of a grassy valley. I did a double take because I'd immediately recognized it as one of the valleys I'd hiked through only hours before. As the camera pans further, a building briefly comes into (and quickly out of) view. And this building looks very similar to the clubhouse, but it was very much adorned with Hollywood movie set magic. I barely recognized it through the huge amount of plants, trees and shrubbery brought in by the production crew to make it feel homey. I did rewind it and paused it to confirm it was indeed the building I had been at only hours earlier. Even the palm tree was there, but it was very much shorter. So now, off to do more research.
While the country club closed in 1930, it reopened as a polo club in 1935. It closed and reopened several times throughout the years. A film was hot there in 1936 and a swimming pool was built and later filled with dirt in 1986, the same year the clubhouse was condemned. There have been various efforts to restore it that failed. In 2010, it became city property. Pogonip is a Native American word meaning "icy fog".
The real striking thing to me was the coincidence. How often does one go out hiking and encounter a place and then just happen to select a movie out of potentially hundreds of other choices that takes you to the very location you were at only hours earlier? What are the odds? When serendipity and coincidence collide, I guess.
ODC-Work/Working
Every so often Stu prepares the vegetable portion of Shizandra's food. He uses greens from our garden, canned Butternut squash, ground-up pumpkin and sunflower seeds and a little water and apple juice. I prep. the protein part. I combine wild blueberries, eggs (including the shells) and hamburger. We give her a tiny bit of rehydrated dried vegetables and kibble. She has a very healthy diet.
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16 times Super Hans improved your health:
On trust
“People like Coldplay and voted for the Nazis. You can't trust people, Jeremy”
Yes, you think you know somebody, but then they suddenly reveal a love of all things Chris Martin. Or Hitler. Or both. If only there was a simple guide for where to place your trust. Well, it just so happens we’ve got expert instructions about when it’s best to trust your gut. Hint: it’s not when you’re tripping on LSD.
On endurance running
“I’ve accidentally run to Windsor… I didn't mean to, it's just the endorphins kicked in and I couldn't stop.”
Looking to boost your endurance? Or give up a lifetime crack habit? We rounded up seven top tips from two pro ultra-runners to get you beyond the 26.2 mile mark. And no, neither of them recommend cocaine or “knitting like a fucking electric nan.” Sorry, Hans.
On getting fit on the go
“A suitcase with wheels? Real men don't get the earth to carry their luggage for them, mate. They carry it themselves.”
As manly as carrying a massive suitcase en route to your winter getaway is, there’s an even better way to pack your body with more muscle: farmer carriers. Just grab as big a dumbbell as you can hold in each hand, walk and feel the burn. Do it right and it’ll feel like you’re carrying around more weight than a severe solvent addiction.
On learning a language
“I don’t know much about her. She don’t speak English. We speak the language of love. And a tiny bit of German."
Trying to seduce a fraulein, but worried you’ll come off less Hans and more Corrigan? Go from C in GCSE German to full fluency the quick way with our simple guide. Wunderbar!
On cleaning up
“Absolutely not. That is the one thing I stand against. A thousand times no!”
Ever wondered how Danny Dyer's Chocolate Homunculus generated enough material to headline a small London pub? Well, it was probably down to being monumentally messy rather than the zoot suits. Yes, be inspired by Super Hans’ refusal to clean (or get clean) and you’ll boost your productivity. However, find a rental snake in the salad mixer and you might need an early spring clean.
On cancer
“It’s a pisser though, isn’t it? Cancer. They should find a fucking cure.”
We're pretty sure they're trying. And although there's no cure for the big C just yet, that's no reason to start skinning up Hans-style. Why? You can cancer-proof your diet in five easy steps, which involves a lot of vegetables and hardly any crack. No crack at all, in fact.
On bad drugs
“Tell you what, that crack is really moreish”
You might have guessed from Hans’ permanently sinister eyes that drugs can mess with your head. We rounded up the 25 worst ones that the Man Feelings singer couldn’t manage, even with Valium for the comedown. Although granted, he’d probably take all 25 at once.
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On good drugs
“You should drop acid at the funeral. Make it more intense. That's what I did at me old man's, it was fucking mental. I was crying and laughing. Didn't know who was dead and who was alive.”
Although Hans functions as a walking Talk to Frank advert, that shouldn't put you off the 25 drugs with huge health benefits. From BP lowering viagra, to the anti-depressant powers of Ketamine, there’s a lot out there to better the fitness of you and Peep Show’s resident drug connoisseur. Note: it’s probably best not to take them at a funeral. Especially the viagra.
On nutrition
“I’m not going to go necking fucking salt straight from the shaker, Mark. I’m not mad.”
Despite the cocktail of narcotics keeping him upright at all times, Hans is concerned about his RDA of salt. But while that's the least of his worries, administering a pinch of salt to your post-workout feast helps to rehydrate your muscles and add size, providing it's within the recommended guidelines. Less salt, more smack.
On job interviews
"You should be like 'No, mate. Let me stop you there. This interview’s gone on long enough. I need a shit and a glass of water. I’ll be back in five.'"
A headache and a baguette will also work. Despite Hans' commanding interview techniques that can only be implemented with the Hair Blair Bunch frontman's unwavering confidence, dipping out mid-interview isn't always advisable. We recommend you adapt to the interview with our fool-proof guide to dressing up (or down) to suit the gig. And no snakes.
On feeling the burn
“Can you tell me as a mate, yeah? Somebody who know me really well. Is the bottom half on me on fire?”
Although Hans' life choices leads to some odd sensations, the sensation of a red-hot pair of pins is familiar to anyone who's uttered the words "leg day". You don't need crack to find out what Hans is talking about; our brutal leg-day finishing moves will do the job just fine.
On Cannabis
“Father Spliffmas, coming through”
When you take a step back and look at Hans' other hobbies, a dalliance with marijuana seems about as naughty as a glass of milk. But regardless of whether you share Hans' affinity for the contents of his Santa's sack, the slow process of legalisation in the States means it may not be too long before you can pick some up round the corner without being too clandestine about it. Here's the MH verdict.
On chatup lines
“Have you ever owned a parrot? Because you seem like you’d enjoy a cock-or-two…”
Although about as subtle as a brick through a window, women seem to be quite taken with Hans' silver tongue. For those wanting to bottle the essence of the starving lothario's bewildering success, we've compiled even more terrible chat-up lines for you. Did it hurt? It's going to, these are beyond awful...
On professionalism
“Oh right, so now we're "working" it's not OK for me to smoke my crack?”
Professionalism is a tough facade to maintain 9-to-5 for the best of us. Now imagine you're struggling to get to 'the dry heaves' before you're able to walk in the door. While most of us don't go on four-day intravenous benders, one too many the night before can demolish your Thursday morning. Our guide to damage control should help you pass under the radar and make a full recovery.
On breakfast
“Frosties are just cornflakes for people that can’t face reality!”
It's clear Hans' aversion to sugary cereals is further evidence that he's a paragon of health and fitness. We think he's read our post-workout breakfast guide to maintain his wholesome lifestyle and keep himself kosher. But then again, we've been thinking thoughts our whole life. Where has that got us?
By Thomas Ling, Matt Evans
Every day on the way back from the beach I had to stop at the Tap Room, St. John Brewers' brew pub, for lunch and to rehydrate. Excellent sandwiches and beer. This newly commissioned artwork by a local artist hung on the wall. I dearly wanted to take it home with me, so in a way, I did. It pretty much summed up the trip. Last photo, until next time.
This wound up being a meal for the emergency room -- I ate it there while my toddler got rehydrated from a four-day stomach bug.
Locals call these flies, "pig flies." I think that's peculiar to panhandle Florida. They look like a house fly with the naked eye, but bite and are very pesty. Although they can be anywhere, they are common at the local beaches and can drive sun bathers into the water. They appear this time of year through September.
I suspect they are Tabanidae, but with the exception of that long, biting proboscis, their morphology looks different. Their legs are quite long (but I don't think they're Dolichopodidae; they are too large.) This isn't the best image for identification, but if anyone has an idea of the taxonomy for this specimen, please share. Thanks.
I tried to rehydrate the eyes with water since they appeared to be collapsing as I was photographing the specimen. That's why the bristles are matted. The water also affected the antennae and arista, so they are not easily visible.
Update: I think this is a stable fly (Stomoxys calcitrans). Just a guess.
Kingdom Animalia (Animals)
Phylum Arthropoda (Arthropods)
Subphylum Hexapoda (Hexapods)
Class Insecta (Insects)
Order Diptera (Flies)
No Taxon (Calyptratae)
Superfamily Muscoidea
Family Muscidae (House Flies and kin)
Subfamily Muscinae
Tribe Stomoxyini (Blood-feeding Muscidae)
Genus Stomoxys
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This shot was captured shortly after we touched down. It was my very first hot air balloon ride. I actually thought I was dreaming.. I did not expect to go up that morning.
The pilot Mark, and his wife are on the far right.. Mark is a very good pilot even though he has only been flying for about a year. He has a pilots license to fly small planes too..
I just love Mark and his wife.. they are some of the nicest people you will ever meet. I feel very fortunate to have been able to crew with him and his wife this year. Will be doing it next year too.. :-)
I thank my wife for being available to capture this image.. I really treasure it.. :-)
The older gentleman on the far left, Allen, is a long time balloonist, is very experienced and knows a lot about these balloons.
As for me, well.. I needed a drink when it was all over (water of course) LOL.... that burner you see there in the center of the image gets very hot.. and I really worked hard capturing as many images as I could with the hour long ride I got.. Had to rehydrate myself when it was all over.. .. :-)
This is not the usual stuff I upload on Flickr but I couldn't resist all that red. This is a fruit perhaps endemic to Borneo. I haven't seen this in in Peninsular Malaysia. My mom was drying them to use in our traditional dishes here in the northern part of Borneo. The seed is sweet . The outer part of the fruit is dried and has a very sour taste when rehydrated in soups or sauces. I cant quite describe the smell,suffice to say that that it's unique...Reminded me of sun dried tomatoes!!hehehe...
It's a public holiday here in Malaysia and we will have 4 days off work including the weekend. Yehaaahh!!!
Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri to all moslems celebrating and have a great weekend to all in Flickrland!
After the visit to the vet last week, Poes had been taking her medicins very well. (For her enlarged heart & fluid built up in her lungs) It took a while for them to sink in. But then she slowly started to be a little more energetic. Till Saturday, she stopped eating, completely. She only wanted to drink water. I was so worried. She also didn't want to take the medication. So today I went back to the vet, worried this might be it for her... It turned out she was extremely dehydrated. She had to take diuretics to get rid of the fluid that was built up in her lungs. But it was working a little too wel o.o Poor little thing was just exhausted. She has had a bloodtest, and after that turned out quite allright, she got half a liter of fluid pumped under her skin. To rehydrate her again, and fast. So she would start to eat again. I was so glad I could take her home with me again, and she has already eaten quite a lot :D I really hope she will start to make some more progress from now on!
Ingredients:
5 C stale bread (I used a really rich tho dried out semolina bread)
3/4 C dried cranberries
3 tblspns melted butter
6 oz sugar (weigh it on a pastry scale)
6 whole eggs
3 egg yolks
1 tsp real vanilla
1 C eggnog
3 C 2% milk
Directions:
Preheat oven to 350F.
In a small saucepan, bring cranberries with water, to cover, to a boil and then remove from heat. Allow to soak for 15 minutes or so.
Cube bread into 1 inch chunks, drizzle with melted butter.
Spread onto baking sheet and toast at 350 until light brown (about 5 mins or so, depending on your oven)
In a large bowl and with a large whisk, mix the milk, eggnog, eggs, sugar, and vanilla. (You just made a custard)
Mix drained rehydrated cranberries with the bread cubes and add to a greased baking dish.
Pour the custard over the bread cubes. Make sure that the top layer of cubes are well soaked.
Bake 45 mins in a Bain Marie (water bath). Dont skip the water bath business.
Let cool somewhat and serve with a bit of powdered sugar!
Enjoy!
Back in September, I placed this amaryllis bulb in the darkness of a closet to go domant. A few weeks ago, I rehydrated it and placed it in the light - and it has revived - a welcome presence of growing green in the winter month of January.
Update: This boy spent all day yesterday struggling to stay alive, moaning. I was able to rehydrate him every two hours, giving him little bursts of showing vital signs, but he wasn't able to make it through the night and died peacefully, with his mouth in a cute little smile and paws crossed. This puppy, now 12 days old, is in really tough shape.
Really plump and active I didn't notice anything out of sorts yesterday until I found the little white puppy dead. When I did a mouth check, this little guy was bone dry.
Each time I check on him, he is a tad rigid and the hair on his underside is matted down, eyes sunken noticeably. I spent most of the night up, administering Pedialite. He can move his tongue and swallow, but his sucking abilities aren't there, so I am working on adding blood sugars for strength and enough formula as if there wasn't a mom dog on the premises. Step it up, Stella!
**DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME* I volunteer for a Marine Mammal rescue group.
Pup rescued in May 2001: I study Harbor Seals (since 1980, yikes). One day during pupping season this little one hauled out near me on my observation rock, a long way from where the rest of the seals were settled. I could tell from experience that it was not in good shape and desparate (its eyes sunken from dehydration and its body very skinny). I am part of a marine mammal rescue team and so have a permit to pick up abandoned pups.
When I walked over, he paniced and struggled into the water so I backed off. It has always been a dilemna for me whether to rescue a pup or not.... should I take it away from its birthplace, put it in a car, stress it out with all the human interaction it must then go through when it might not survive anyway?
So I was determined to leave it alone, but soon it dragged itself back on the ledge and my heart went out to it. A voice in my head said "com'on you've been studying seals for 20 years ... act like one." Lying down on the ground, I hunched my way over and it immediately came to me, pressing it's nose against mine... that is what mothers and pups do to bond...I was mom! (definitely not a wise thing to do since pups are carriers of all sorts of weird even deadly diseases)
It was a long walk from the shore to our house, and I had to carry him in my arms. When he got fidgety and nervous I would touch noses, we would poooof at each other and he would settle down again immediately. It was wonderful to feel his weight in my arms and watch his face while he stared wide eyed at the trees moving past.
Once I got him to the house a veterinarian friend came to rehydrate him, something he needed desperately, and got him ready for the trip to Marine Animal Lifeline where he joined other pups that were being rehabilitated in hopes of releasing them in the late summer.
We had bonded it was calmed by touching my nose, something mothers and pups do at birth.
We had a long drive to Portland where the rehab center was and a local veternarian came into her office specially to rehydrate him again for the trip. This is her young son who became very fond of La (I named him for the L and a hidden A on his head).
It was hard to part with La at the center... he and I had connected in a way I didn't with another rescue, Hancock (who had shown very little interest in me). La would seek nose to nose contact whenever he needed reassurance and would immediately calm down (I enjoyed it too even though there were all kinds of weird seal germs possibly lurking... human germs too).
When I left him off at the rehab center it was with a heavy heart. He was doing well when I checked in on him over the first week. Two weeks later he died. The center had suddenly been flooded by pups in trouble, La had no resistance to the new diseases because he had probably never nursed and hadn't had the benefit of colostrum. It still hurts ... in someways I felt I deserted him. But it is illegal for me to rehab pups, I can only rescue them.
This is a tiny image of La, at the rehab center. It is a little male Harbor seal pup I rescued in 2001. I uploaded it to finish his story. He survived and was even befriended by a second pup his age for a week or so. But didn't have the resistence to germs brought in by the surge of new pups and caught a virus. I think of this little guy often.
Credited to the people at Marine Animal Hotline in Maine. They have a wonderful newsletter of their current seal rescues. They could always use contributions.
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2006 the Harp Seal hunt has just begun and I hope people will do everything they can to put pressure on the Canadian Government to stop it.
Canadian Government and/or Canadia Prime Minister to stop it..
Rehydrated after rain. Similar to the Fringed Sawgill mushroom (Lentinus crinitus) but probably a closely related species. The dry mushroom is in the comment below.
After a few long days on the road, I'm finally back and getting shots up from Analog's Pulse: A Weekend in Cleveland. It was a fantastic time, filled with film, friends, more film, and beautiful scenery.
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A little bit into the Instant Photo Walk, well over 2 hours into the long photowalk heavy day, many eager film shooters were already starting to feel parched, and needed to rehydrate between shooting in Cleveland's flats, and walking the extra mile or so to lunch on East 4th street. So naturally, I took the down time to snag some more up close and personal Polaroid portraits. First up we have T.J., his trusty Canon AE-1, and last but not least, his fabulous mustache! The yellow building and his very purple outfit were just screaming for a picture! And to the right, we see another interesting film shooter, this one wasn't even on the photowalk! She was actually working at the Adult Mart next door to the bar we stopped at during the break.
Polaroid SLR 680
Polaroid 779 film, Expired 03/09
Exposure dial set to +1
Flash Disabled
-Hello I’m Wendy, do you answer some questions?
-Yes of course, I’m very excited to answer in your channel!
-Thanks, you look very nice with your very fluffy mohair cardigan over cachemire turtleneck...but I don’t know why you‘re in snowfall dressing inside a disco...do you feel comfortable in this obvious overheated condition?
-I can ensure that I’m really excited to dance and profuse sweating feels me very alive...despite I look a sweating mask.
-Nice thing! I guess you drink a lot of water to rehydrates yourself...but you coming alone?
-I’m here with my boyfriend...do you meet him?
-yes, with pleasure!
It wasn't our initial plan to summit this stunning mountain. In fact, we only learned of it the day before we ventured out to it after finding out that the area around our first choice had been closed. What a lucky break for us! It was quite the adventure, with 12 km's of rough Forestry Service Road driven on our poor little vehicle, then 16.7 km's return distance walking and 1472 m's of total elevation gain. It was a very hot day, and it took 10 hours to complete, due to some steep scrambling, the time used to cross many snow patches, some precariously positioned, and the many stops to rehydrate.