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Sometimes you sit near someone in a class and get to know them like the back of your hand. Sometimes, though, your relationship is a bit more distant. For one reason or another, all that you know of them is derived from overheard smalltalk and minute morsels of conversation. Just enough to make you think they have a lot more going on under the hood than meets the eye. Sometimes you never act on that curiosity. Sometimes it drives you mad.
Minolta Maxxum 7k, Kodak MAX 400 (exp 10/2007) rated at 200, Minolta 35-70 f/4.
This roll was the first time I really tried doing portraits. I think I like it.
Lukash Hallard would leave the market with a new pack of red apples and a paperbag full of magazines and comics. The hauler stops by the door and fishes a stick out, resting it between clenched teeth while he patted his shirt pocket for the lighter
[ Libby Kayor looks over with and smile and wave at seeing Luk," morning.." hands reaching to adjust her hat then
Lukash Hallard looks up to the sky. Midian's constant bleakness had him often confused about the time . "iddis mornin'already uh?? wouldye lookit dat" he muses with a gruff chuckle
Libby Kayor 's blue eyes would look up too as also laughs ," yes Sir it would be morning.." quick glance to her watch confirms that fact. Attention turned back to Luk," so been out shopping have you.." taking an sip of her coffee as walking closer would offer out an bag of donuts if he wanted to take one
Lukash Hallard would look at his own watch. As usual he'd forgotten to wind it again. "yeah yenno...gotsa catch up on th'readin'n stuff" he lets out while patting the grocery bag he held close to his chest. The hauler refuses the donuts with a polite nod while his free hand was kept occupied flickering the zippo open to burn the cig that hovered between cracked lips.
Libby Kayor bringing the bag of donuts back toward herself she is not offend none where taken as more chocolate ones for herself. Head tipping some as not able to see what sort of magizines might be in the bag just smiles," well reading is good for the mind. Least is what my teachers used to tell me.." Libby never worried as her IQ is high enough." I was thinking of going to the beach and watchng the waves some." pausing then as remembers something," say can you tell me where does that bridge go that is over your place?"
Lukash Hallard suckles on the cig calmly, attentively listening to the girl while she speaks. The hauler nods once a question is asked, Luk was in a good mood - and loved making smalltalk with random peeps. "well it used ta lead ta Levi, now it ends up atta smelly swamp. Butchye dun'wunna go thear toots" he quickly adds warningly "dat place's full uv scavengers'n creatures like mutant crocodiles'n da like." Luk steps closer to her a couple inches, his solitary blue eye locked on hers while a smile crooked its way out of his scarred features "legend has it there's a fortune buried sum'wear below ovah thear..." he says at last, his gruff voice assuming an intriguing, storytelling tone now.
Libby Kayor ' eyes would grow large as she is told of creatures and scavengers. Libby trying to tell if the man is pulling her leg or not. Figuiring with what has seen so far in this city he might be true. Hearing of an treasure she is instantly intriged." like an pirants (sp) treasure?.." Libby far from needing credits but the thought of treasure instantly turning her mind to stories of romance and adventour," whoses treasure would it be? Would have thought someone would have found it by now. How you ever gone digging for it?.." the girl in her excitement asking alot of questions delicate features of face animated
Lukash Hallard chuckles at the girl's excitement...it had him on a gold rush as well. "fuck yeah toots! Ah've been there tons uv times diggin'..." and he would be there dozens of times over in the future, it was one of Luk's favorite hobbies "dug all ovah da swamp'n found nuffin'but bones...heck, p'raps ah wusn't diggin'deep enuf uh?" he adds with a playful wink of his good eye. "legend say on uv'da DuPlotte's great grand father hid'is treasure thear'jus'b'foar he knocked'is boots...noboddeh from da fam'leh confirms or denies it tho." except for Leor but heck, the woman was crazy anyways...
Libby Kayor makes note of the name as Libby will look and research it out later. Lips still curled into an excited smile would ask," could I go sometime when you do?." thinking as tall as the man is he could take care of any mutent aligrater that might pop up. If not Libby sure as heck can run fast. In her mind thinking of it as some kind of big adventour. She is already calculating an computer system of griding the swamp as Luk called it to give beter odds in where he might have dug. Face tipping up more then to look at the man," do not worry I would not want it if found. Well many an shinny thing or so. " As Libby like any girl likes the shinny things." Just sounds fun.."
Lukash Hallard: "will do dat toots definitely" he nods, happy to see there was someone actually willing to go treasure hunting with him. "we gotta getchye summin'odda din'em fancy clothes ye gots thear tho."
Libby Kayor looks down at her clothes as they are not as fancy as some she wears but what would expect as she has been dressed like an princess since day she was born." yes I have jeans and boots. No worries." reaching to skirt pocket pulls out an pen to write in her neat way her name and number to an piece of the paper bag the donuts are in, Handing it to Luk then." here is my number.."
Lukash Hallard takes the number, giving a good read. he'd save it to his PB later on. "Aaaight gotchya...ah'mma call ye as soon as ah git sum'time ta head thear. Have ye shovelin'sum mud'n shit!"
Libby Kayor laughs softly," well would not mind sholving mud but not sure of shit.." wrinkling nose in an cute way as laughs
It's in the little things
I set myself up for a challenge today. I usually edit my images until I am satisfied. And being the perfectionist that I am, that mostly takes a lot of time. So today I had a half an hour to look for a place to shoot, and an hour to edit when I got back home.
Joy and happiness can be found in little things. I find myself more and more appreciative of the little things around me. Like smalltalk with a stranger, the smell of the sea, dinner with my neighbor.
Artist Stephen B Whatley in The Small Talk Cafe (which opened in 1970), Amsterdam, The Netherlands, in May 1991. The bar overlooks The Stedelijk Museum, the national museum of modern art, situated just yards from the Vincent Van Gogh Museum in Paulus Potterstraat.
In prison, where choice is restricted and control is enforced, change seems impossible. When Dani goes to prison counselling she is reluctant to communicate with her counsellor, Heather. Heather introduces Dani to matchstick modelling. Inspired by a true story, Matchsticks provides an insight into the often misunderstood lives of prison inmates.
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I 'overheard' the talk of these two casually today in the afternoon at the door of our garden......
I'm not sure...
I think it's a kind of aphids...
Their body is about 2,5 mm and the lenght over all 4 mm...!
Both are sitting on the top of the gatepost of our gardengate about 1,5 m over the last snow........
I uploaded this (amazing gif made by joie) because its a shout out to my amazing Jemi fans on twitter who have kept my Jemi faith alive. thankyou girls! ♥
So has anyone heard the song 'Back to December' By the legendary Taylor Swift? It kinda made me think of Jemi if Joe was singing the song to her.
Lyrics:
So glad you made time to see me
How's life? Tell me, how's your family?
I havent seen them in a while.
You've been good, busier than ever.
We smalltalk, work and the weather
Your guard is up and I know why.
Because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind.
You gave me roses
And I left them there to die.
So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night. And I go back to December all the time
Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December turn around and make it alright
I go back to December all the time
These days I haven't been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leaving,
When your birthday passed and I didn't call.
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side
Realized that I loved you in the fall.
Then the cold came, the dark days
when fear crept into my mind.
You gave me all your love
and all I gave you was goodbye.
So this is me swallowing my pride, Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night.
And I go back to December all the time.
Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind.
I go back to December all the time
I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile,
so good to me, so right,
And how you held me in your arms that September night,
The first time you ever saw me cry.
Maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably mindless dreaming
If we loved again I swear I'd love you right.
I'd go back in time and change it but I can't
So if the chain is on your door, I understand.
But this is me swallowing my pride, Standing in front of you
saying I'm sorry for that night,
And I go back to December.
Turns out freedom aint nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December turn around and make it alright.
I'd go back to December turn around and change my own mind.
I go back to December all the time.
All the time
It sometimes feels like five minutes rather than five years since Megan has been part of our lives - I think I must have blinked recently because she's certainly not a baby any more - five years old today and (could life get any more exciting?) first day at big school. She was so proud of her uniform, her birthday badges, her shiny shoes, her book bag and her new owl lunchbox, and I left Eli with Mum so that I could concentrate on her for her first walk into school. She hopped in happily, making a beeline for the drawing table. I'm glad that my solo walk home involved smalltalk with another Mum of a new starter who was headed in the same direction, and then I had Eli and his inane questions to distract me for the first hour of the school day, or else I'd have been a weeping mess, I think.
It was very odd not to be with her for the first time on her birthday, but I kept busy and 3.15 came around before too long. And it was worth every second of the long school holidays for that moment when she ran out of the classroom (all smiles) and straight into a huge cuddle. She was really keen to get home and open all of her presents, and as expected, the face painting kit was a huge hit. Even if the first thing she did with it was to paint an angel on my face.
Happy Birthday, gorgeous girl. We're so proud of you.
YANA was born in Essex in 1932. In the 1950s she was model, singer and television and film personality remembered now as much famous for her pinup glamour as much as her other talents.
Her real name was Pamella Guard .
Her first gramophone recording was for Columbia Records the songs being
"Small Talk" bw "Something Happened To My Heart" .
Later she recorded titles for HMV , that company's song titles being -
"Climb Up The Wall" bw "If You Don't Love Me" ;
"I Miss You, Mama" bw "I Need You" ;
"Too Close for Comfort" bw "Blue Star" ;
"Papa and Mama" bw "In the Morning" ;
"I'd Give you the World" bw "Mr Wonderful".
She also recorded a song , titled "The London I Love" for the sound track of the film "Cockleshell Heroes" - 1954.
That song is not available on commercial recordings whether 78, 45, or CD - however it is available on the film's DVD sound track. Yana's personal part in "Cockleshell Heroes " was not important to the film's storyline. She was given the part of a naval ranking competing in a talent contest. Her song, titled, " The London I Love" possessed schmaltzy similarity to once popular Anne Shelton or Vera Lynn and other performers' wartime ballad songs.
Although Yana performed the song well its corny lyrics probably influenced the song's omission from the released U.K. issue, as its inclusion could have attracted criticism.
In the United States , where the song was a part of the issued print, the laddish look of Yana's screen character would not have impressed.
It is said that Yana, as by choice, " turned towards variety and pantomime during the 1960s and that her appeal gradually faded and her show business involvement became intermittent" . That is true but as she had aged into her 30s she could, presumably, have had to accept lesser engagements and roles offered her - even though she still possessed a considerable personality and vocal talent .
However, the public's taste in popular music had changed much in the years since her disc debut - ballads were less popular and only the best written had potential as best sellers even if they could be well produced and performed . Yana it, must be judged, did not have such songs offered - probably because her management was either contentedly backward looking or even cross-eyed" .
Despite her labelling as glamorous she was not naturally a huge sex bomb of a Monroe sort .
It is to be hoped that in the "vaults" of EMI a few more recordings are preserved that are unknown and that will be issued sooner or later.
(As for the above picture ; it could hardly have pleased Yana herself ! )
She died during 1989 aged 57.
When walking into the backlanes of the old city of Jaipur, trying to escape the touts and tourist for a while, suddenly I heard a girl calling "hello what's your name?" Looking around it took a while before I realised the voice was coming from the rooftop. The girl with the teddy bear started a smalltalk with me in her best English and soon other kids gathered from the rooftop of the houses on the opposite side as well. The kids were flying kites up there. (Dec 2006)
Unter dem Motto "Volldampf 2014" fand das Bundeslager des Verbandes Christlicher Pfadfinderinnen und Pfadfinder (VCP) vom 06. - 15. August 2014 auf dem Pfadfinderzeltplatz Schachen in Baden-Würtemberg statt. Foto: Oliver Wunder
cologne - 28.06.2013
When I don't have enough time to really find something special I take a couple of minutes (like a break) to find something in the banal. Yes that's the reason why I've made this picture... Wo can find the man sitting on a bank? It was raining and therefore there was nobody else around except the guy and me. The little park is the Humboldt Park and I must always smile when I think about this great name for an insignificant place. My way to the company leads me through this park every morning and every evening, but today I stopped my cycle and captured the silence around. The man with the beer was sitting there and he didn't move, even when it was raining. For a little moment I was thinking about getting in contact, but I hadn't enough time and so I passed without holding-up. Have you ever stopped to have a smalltalk to a stranger?
Smalltalk im MAN Museum in Augsburg.
Small talk in the MAN Museum in Augsburg.
Ein Ort für interessante Gespräche
A place for interesting discussions
(Foto/Photo: Pohlmann Andreas)
Del-ka Aedilis wants to provide "the perfect roleplaying environment where terraforming, city or village layout, buildings, interior, decoration and everything else appears to be from the same mold".
Castle Black and The Wall (SURL) is their newest sim. I took advantage of this occassion to meet them for a little smalltalk about their project Del-ka Aedilis. Read the whole interview with Del-ka Aedilis on my >> BLOG <<
Smalltalk im MAN Museum in Augsburg.
Small talk in the MAN Museum in Augsburg.
Ein Ort für Erfahrungsaustausch
A place for exchanging ideas
(Foto/Photo: Pohlmann Andreas)
Nice F430 on the street. The owner had a smalltalk with his friends. They drove Mercedes C63 AMG, and a BMW 350i. RIch guys for sure!
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Stuttgart, Arnulff-Klett-Platz
Usage:
Canon EOS 550D (Rebel T2i)
Canon 18-135mm EF-S
Unterwegs zur Hauptlocation an einen Sonntag… 30°C im Schatten und wir im Auto ☺ Neben Smalltalk… „hier muss was sein, ich war ich schon mal“. Also etwas langsamer und Schwups… Ein stattliches Haus, ohne alles. Auffällig waren nur diverse Totenköpfe an fast allen Wänden. Die Sonne stand so gut dass es selbst im „Rohbau“ spaß machte zu knipsen.
James Robertson has 20 years of experience in the software development industry, as a line developer, a consultant, a pre/post-sales engineer, and most recently, as the Product Manager for Cincom Smalltalk. James has given talks at a number of industry conferences, including Smalltalk Solutions, Ot/SPA, LinuxWorld/NetworkWorld, ESUG, and XP/Agile conferences. James is also the author of the Cincom Smalltalk Product Management Blog, "Smalltalk Tidbits, Industry Rants", and the leader of the "Industry Misinterpretations" weekly podcast. James is also the author of open source tools such as the RSS/Atom news aggregator BottomFeeder, and the Silt Blog server.
James has deep experience in Smalltalk and OO methodology. He has also pioneered various kinds of product evangelism at Cincom, including the use of blogging and podcasting as a way of expanding mindshare for the products he manages. Most of the tools James uses in those endeavors are implemented in Cincom Smalltalk, as a way of "eating his own dog food." This work has given James a background in grassroots-level PR and marketing.
James has contributed articles to PCAI Magazine, and has been quoted or linked to on numerous online trade press sites.
Contact Information:
email: jrobertson@cincom.com
Blog: www.cincomsmalltalk.com/userblogs/cincom/blogView
Impressionen aus dem Vernissage der Sonderausstellung
«Emil Ferris. Between Selves» (Laufzeit seit dem 4. Juli bis zum 15. November 2026) im Cartoonmuseum Basel (CH), 3. Juli 2026.
Um es vorwegzunehmen: Ich habe es überlebt. Das Telefon auch. Trotz 27 Anrufen in Abwesenheit, 4 SMS und 3 WhatsApp-Nachrichten. Von den eMails mal ganz zu schweigen.
6:00. Akku alle. Schnell noch laden. Kleines Frühstück, Bilder bei GWB einstellen, noch zwei Mails schreiben, ein wenig Smalltalk am Küchentisch.
6:45 Aufbruch. Schuhe, Schlüssel, an der Wohnungstür innen groß der Zettel mit
"Schlüssel ?
Handy ?
Monatskarte ?
Geld ?
Fotoapparat ?
Heizung aus ?
Licht aus ?"
Kann also nichts schief gehen.
Jacke, Rucksack, Gepäcktasche fürs Fahrrad, Handschuhe, abschließen, los.
Kurz vor dem Ziel. Ist noch Zeit, beim Bäcker vorbeizufahren? Der Griff in die Hemdtasche geht ins Leere.
Normalerweise sende ich dem Hausmeister immer eine SMS, dass ich da bin und wir ein Käffchen zusammen trinken und den Arbeitstag zu besprechen.
Nichts.
Nach der Arbeitsvorbereitung mit den Azubis müsste jetzt der Anruf bei der Sozialpädagogin erfolgen, um die Anwesenheiten durchzugeben.
Allein.
Gefühlte 2 Stunden später kommt der Hausmeister. Er hätte stundenlang auf mich gewartet. In der Hausmeisterloge Anruf bei der Sozialpädagogin. Sie schickt eine Nachricht an alle, dass der Meister heute ohne Telefon ist.
Mmmh.
Frage an die Azubis, wie spät es sei. Man vermutet, es ist Frühstückszeit. Nein, noch 20 Minuten.
Nach 20 Minuten Frage an die Azubis, wie spät es ist. Nein, noch 15 Minuten.
Nagutt.
Nach 15 Minuten Frage an die Azubis, wie spät es ist. Nein, noch 1 Minute.
Pause.
Die Azubis haben 15 Minuten Frühstückspause, die Ausbilder nicht. Normalerweise haben es die Azubis drauf, die Pausen einzuhalten. 2,3, manchmal 5 Minuten Überziehung werden geduldet.
Blick auf die Uhr in der Hausmeisterwerkstatt: Noch 5 Minuten Pause. Jetzt wäre ein Blick auf die eMails fällig. Flickr checken wäre auch nicht schlecht. Ein paar Telefongespräche kann man im Sekretariat erledigen.
Gefühlte 3 Stunden später ist Mittagspause. Also ist es jetzt 11:15. Frage an die Azubis, wie spät es ist. 10:15.
Wir richten eine kleine Übungsfläche ein. Vorhandener Rasen wird abgeschält und an anderer Stelle wieder eingebaut. Zwischendurch ein Blick auf die Uhr in der Hausmeisterwerkstatt: 10:30.
Nach 1 Stunde fragen die Azubis, warum wir heute keine Mittagspause machen, es ist schon 11:30. Alles klar, Jungs, macht Pause. Die Mittagspause ist 30 Minuten lang. Flüchtiger Blick auf die Uhr in der Hausmeisterwerkstatt: 11:00.
Sie haben verstanden.
Normalerweise kann man in der Pause sein Knäckebrot verzehren und die Aktivitäten bei Flickr beobachten. Die Krümel fallen in die ZEIT.
Blick auf die Uhr in der Hausmeisterwerkstatt: 11:20. Ansage an die Jungs: Pause vorbei. Verhaltenes Gebrummel.
Der Nachmittag zieht sich. An die frühe Mittagspause werde ich mich nie gewöhnen. Um 13:15 ist eine weitere Viertelstunde Nachmittagspause. Blick auf die Uhr in der Hausmeisterwerkstatt: 13:10
Ich müsste mal die Kollegen anrufen, ein paar Sachen absprechen, Arbeitsplanung für die kommenden zwei Tage. Ich bräuchte mal den Fahrplan. Was nützt mir jetzt die App für.
Überlege, ob ich schnell nach Hause.....
Blick auf die Uhr in der Hausmeisterwerkstatt: 13:35. Es geht weiter. Für die Azubis ist um 15:00 Feierabend. Normalerweise braucht man 30 Minuten zum Aufräumen, Berichtsheft schreiben und Tagesauswertung. Heute ist noch ein wenig Pflanzenkunde angesagt. Beim Rundgang entfällt mir der Name einer Pflanze. Einer schneller Blick in die Datenbank würde helfen, aber mit Assoziationen geht es noch mal gut.
Blick auf die Uhr in der Hausmeisterwerkstatt: 14:40. Zeit zum Aufräumen, Berichtsheft schreiben und die Tagesauswertung. Frage an die Azubis, wie spät es ist: 14:55.
Zurück im Büro: vorwurfsvolle Blicke ernten, hämische Antworten geben: Hast du deine eMails nicht abgerufen?
Ich müsste noch ein paar Telefonanrufe tätigen. Kein Telefonbuch.
Bleibt es trocken für den Nachhauseweg? Kein Niederschlagsradar. Eigentlich wollte ich noch ein paar Fotoläden abklappern wegen eines Konterringes für ein Vergrößerungsobjektiv. Kein Adressbuch.
Wieder zu Hause. Der Ladezustand zeigt 100 %.
Unterwegs zur Hauptlocation an einen Sonntag… 30°C im Schatten und wir im Auto ☺ Neben Smalltalk… „hier muss was sein, ich war ich schon mal“. Also etwas langsamer und Schwups… Ein stattliches Haus, ohne alles. Auffällig waren nur diverse Totenköpfe an fast allen Wänden. Die Sonne stand so gut dass es selbst im „Rohbau“ spaß machte zu knipsen.