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Debora visiting after the opeing party last Monday, 27 October.
The installation SYNTAX OF ABSENCE will be @ Nitroglobus for several weeks.
The gallery is open 24/7
taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/22...
"Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay."
-- Robert Browning (English poet and playwright whose dramatic monologues put him high among the Victorian poets and who was most noted for irony, characterization, dark humour, social commentary, historical settings and challenging vocabulary and syntax)
-- Technical Information (or Nerdy Stuff) --
‧ Camera - Nikon D7200 (handheld)
‧ Lens – Nikkor 18-300mm Zoom
‧ ISO – 500
‧ Aperture – f/9
‧ Exposure – 1/125 second
‧ Focal Length – 48mm
The original RAW file was processed with Adobe Camera Raw and final adjustments were made with Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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Opening party for the installation SYNTAX OF ABSENCE by Debora Kaz will start at 1 PM SLT (21 hrs CET)
Music by the one and only hEIN!
To have access to the place please be there in time.
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SYNTAX OF ABSENCE by Debora Kaz @ Nitroglobus wide (Main hall as well as the Annex) the exhibit during the month of November..
Visit and get overwhelmed by Debora's many impressive artworks.
Here's your taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/22...
While this bird is very common here, the species made headlines in 2016, when researchers reported in a prestigious scientific journal that they had found experimental evidence for compositional syntax in bird calls, marking the first such evidence in nonhuman animals.
Sign Language is a visual means of communicating using gestures, facial expression, and body language. Sign Language is used mainly by people who are Deaf or have hearing impairments.
Most Deaf people who use sign language in the UK use British Sign Language (BSL); like English, it has its own grammar, syntax and lexicons.
BSL has been around for centuries and was created by deaf people forming communities throughout the UK. The first official record of BSL was at a wedding ceremony at St. Martin's Church in Leicester, 1576.
Another 2 weeks to visit the awesome exhibition SYNTAX OF ABSENCE by Debora Kaz @ Nitroglobus wide (Main hall as well as the Annex).
Visit and get overwhelmed by Debora's many impressive artworks.
Here's your taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/22...
To visit or revisit the truly EXCELLENT exhibitionn 'SYNTAX of ABSENCE ' by Debora Kaz @ Nitroglobus you will have to RUNNN.
Wednesday, 10 December will be the last possiblity to visit.
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* Did you want to be an artist as a child? If so, why?
Strangely enough, I wanted to be a comic actor when I was a kid. Now, people call me a “dark artist,” but I’m just using images instead of a psychologist! I just need to express myself.
* You’ve been working with digital art since 1998. Any other mediums you have used?
No, I’ve always been a digital “worker.” Started my first graphics work on the legendary Commodore Amiga with Deluxe Paint.
* Have you been to school for art or are you self-taught?
Self-taught. I’m really familiar with computers. My first one was an Apple II when I was nine years old. I remember tons of “syntax errors” to my inputs. Then I started with Applesoft Basic.
* Who would you consider your influences?
Hans Rudolf Giger and Dave McKean, on the graphic side. I get lots of inspiration from music. I listen to almost everything; from punk to classical. There’s also a lot of influences coming from B-Horror movies.
* What have you learned from them and how has it contributed to your style?
I just admire their work. Sometimes I read comments about my works like “That’s Giger-esque” and i just smile…
* You use digital tools to alter photography, but where do the photographs themselves come from? Do you take them yourself?
Some are mine, some are just stock photos. I don’t want “great shots” to start my works. Sometimes i start with crappy low res photos. I don’t have a set path for this.
* What equipment do you use?
It’s not so important. Nikon DSLR, sometimes Canon. I really don’t care about hardware. Photoshop is useful but I can do the same work with other tools.
* Describe your process
I usually start with an idea while listening to music. Then I try to find the right photo, the right texture, the right mood. That can take a few hours or a few days. Sometimes I find things in my trash that other people find wonderful.
* One effect in particular, that of flesh stripped away, revealing muscle and sinew is very impressive. Could you explain how you achieve this effect?
Just texturing, it is technically easy to achieve. Many layers with manual displacement of the texture. The real trouble is getting that kind of effect within a serious mood. I don’t want a comic vignette, horror is a serious thing. Realism is key.
* Your works often have text associated with them. Are they a part of the piece meant to describe or augment the work? Are they an afterthought or the inspiration?
All my works have lyrics related with something from my life. Sometimes it is not related to the work directly, sometimes I just need to cry with someone :)
* Where do you draw your inspiration and how do you pursue or develop an inspiring idea?
Sex, love, nature! And music, yes I can’t live without music!
* What’s next for you? How do you see your art changing, progressing?
My art is not changing, I’m always the same. I just don’t want to die without a few scars.
* What inspired you to use martial art film stills in the backdrop of your website?
I’m a superhero.
…
Okay, I’m not.
* What trends do you see in photography/graphic design these days?
Too many copycats. I hate it when someone asks how to reproduce a work of mine. I’m not angry but I don’t understand WHY. Try to find YOUR way, don’t follow the paths of others!
Be free!
Il est nécessaire certes de connaître les principes simples d’interactions d’où découlent les combinaisons innombrables, riches et complexes. Ainsi nous savons désormais avec fruit que la grande diversité des atomes, l’infinie diversité des molécules se constituent à partir de combinaisons entre protons, neutrons, électrons, obéissant à quelques principes d’interactions. Nous savons que quelques règles simples permettent l’infinie diversité des combinaisons génétiques des êtres vivant. Nous savons que les principes d’organisation du langage permettent de combiner les phonèmes dans des discours à l’infini. Mais, se contenter de ce type d’explication, c’est escamoter la complexité de départ (le jeu ordre/désordre/interactions) et la complexité d’arrivée : l’organisation complexe de telles combinaisons en systèmes et systèmes de systèmes. Connaître la vie, ce n’est pas seulement connaître l’alphabet du code génétique, c’est connaître les qualités organisationnelles et émergentes des êtres vivants. La littérature, ce n’est pas seulement la grammaire et la syntaxe, c’est Montaigne et Dostoïevski.
Il nous faut donc être capable de percevoir et concevoir les unités complexes organisées. Malheureusement et heureusement l’intelligibilité de la complexité nécessite une réforme de l’entendement.
« La nature de la nature » La méthode "page 146"
Edgard Morin
I found this to be an interesting phrase. Politically it sounds very undemocratic, but philosophically it is rather interesting:
"One of the great paradoxes of freedom is that it really cannot be had unless we limit it. Absolute freedom leads to an anarchy wherein no is really free to act. Consider that we would not be free to drive if all traffic laws were ended. The ensuing chaos would making driving quite impossible, not mention dangerous. The freedom to drive, to come and go, depends on us limiting our freedom to merely do as we please and cooperate through obedience to agreed upon norms.
Right now I am writing you in English. I appreciate the freedom we have to communicate and debate. But my freedom to communicate with you is contingent on me limiting myself to the rules we call grammar and syntax. Were there no rules, I would lose my freedom to communicate with you. And you also would not be free to comprehend me. "
- Msgr. Charles Pope
© All Rights Reserved. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my prior permission.
Excerpt from www.brainproject.ca:
Brain #: 362
The sculpture is intended to express the translation of the creative mind and how a painter experiences and decodes the world. Through the richness of forms, gestural and geometric, the enchanting sounds and smell of colour, the painter is transported into a sublime transcendental space where ideas are expressed. In his studio work as a painter, James Olley explores syntax, translation and the language related to abstraction. For this piece, The Painter’s Brain, he was inspired to represent the idea further, and translate it onto the 3D sculpture made with mixed media and collage.
The Port Adelaide Lighthouse originally stood at the mouth to (sic) the Port River in Port Adelaide from 1869 until 1901.
In 1901 the lighthouse structure was re-located to South Neptune Island. The lantern and lens was (sic) used in the new Wonga Shoal Lighthouse built south of the entrance to the Port River.
The tower was dismantled, moved back the (sic) the wharf at Port Adelaide.
Editors note: re-sentence syntax - nothing to do with me. I just take pictures.
I tried to warn you
I knew what spider would do
Now late it is too
("poetic license, the right assumed by poets to alter or invert standard syntax or depart from common diction or pronunciation to comply with the metrical or tonal requirements of their writing.") www.britannica.com/art/poetic-license
Demain je montre l’intérieur. Si çà vous dit ... sans obligation
L’église de la Synaxe-de-la-Mère-de-Dieu s’est installée à Limours-en-Hurepoix en 2003. Totalement construite en bois à l’instar des édifices religieux orthodoxes du nord de la Roumanie, elle resplendit par ses fresques dorées et les nombreuses icônes qui peuplent son intérieur.
Il est difficile de se croire en Essonne à l’approche de l’église de la Synaxe-de-la-Mère-de-Dieu. Les quelques flocons de ce début du mois de janvier transportent le visiteur au nord de la Roumanie, dans le département montagneux de Maramures. Là-bas, les temples chrétiens sont entièrement faits de bois.
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other:then
laugh,leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
-ee cummings
now..
break each line
scatter the letters like startled birds
let syntax stumble
and leap from the page
whisper an alphabet made of wind
sing the unsingable
let language taste like mangoes
and rain
forget the map
walk off its edges
name everything anew
become the words
that haven’t yet been spoken
A truly great party it was this evening for the opening of Debora's installation SYNTAX OF ABSENCE.
hEIN! his tunes were SUPERB. We all loved and danced the night away.
Venus and I shot her particles on the tunes of hEIN!'s music. I enjoyed A LOT.
Thanks to all who visited and to those who couldn't tp in: Debora's work will be in both galleries (Main hall and the Annex) till about the end of November.
For now nini
dido
I long for open spaces
After so many seasons in the belly of a myth
Unlettered by blind legends, lost in
The labyrinthine syntax of unuttered proverbs
I long for open spaces
After the tongue's wordless wanderings
In the cave of the mouth, and lips
Which mourn the scar of keyless locks
I long for open spaces
From edicts which thicken like medieval jungles
And streets which stumble their days
On nights of adamantine orders
I long for open spaces
Like a clearing in the forest
Like a stroll by the sea
Like the bird's blue range in the amplitude of the sky
Like mountains, like rivers
Like echoes giving back the voice of talkative hills
I long for open spaces
From walls which squeeze the room with concrete claws
And doors which stiffen their hinges
Like sentries from forgotten epochs
I long for open spaces
From smiles which sting like jilted scorpions,
The hidden trap in the track of power hunters
Crimson tantrum in the festival of the knife
I long for open spaces
For a sun which springs from a sea of shadows
For the eye which unbinds the sky
In infinite visions
I long for open spaces
Diary of the Sun
Niyi Osundare
At night, the Cathedral of the Theotokos Vilna is not just a building; it becomes a fortress of light against the darkness. This photograph, from my series "The Syntax of Structures," explores how architecture directs not only our gaze, but our feelings. The powerful upward lines, the glowing domes, and the perfect, imposing symmetry all work together to create a tangible sense of awe and spiritual power. It's a study of how stone and light can be engineered to build a direct connection to the sublime.
#AlekseiMakin #FrontiersOfPerception #TheSyntaxOfStructures #fineartphotography #contemporaryphotography #architecturephotography #sacredspaces #cathedral #vilnius #lightandshadow #nightphotography #architecturaldetails #orthodoxchurch #oftheafternoon #somewheremagazine
"TRANSMIT - initiate anima signal - RECEIVE - initiate the Enochian frequency - WITNESS - initiate the Merovingian syntax - FIAP DE OIAD - crawling roots, heavy with sizzling sap, stab your skull - DOWNLOAD - holy communion - NO PURCHASE NECESSARY - your eyes and ears hemorrhage boiling joy - MAY BE TOO INTENSE FOR SOME VIEWERS - ecstatic agony, your molecules come undone - SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED - offer expires at the heat death of the universe - FOR A LIMITED TIME ONLY - the dark days cometh, absolute zero, maximum entropy - ACT NOW! initiate the Agartha broadcast - TRANSMIT - open the 49 gates! - WITNESS! - The Buzzing."
- The Secret World
CREDIT---
horns . Arthropod / by Soul @ We <3 Role-play on the 4th!
spikes . Head Nubbies - Thorns / by Soul
ears . Uni Ears - Elf Nub / by Soul
eyeshadow . Zosime eyemakeup / by Zibska @ The Makeover Room for April!
lips . Blacktop Deux Lips / by Zibska (recently at Skin Fair, probably soon at the mainshop)
accessorie . Mies set / by Zibska
eyes . Hive eyes - royal / by Lovely Alien
pose . Cuz I Can / by NANTRA
chest cuts . In My Name / by La Malvada Mujer (recently at Skin Fair!)
face cuts . He's doing worse / by La Malvada Mujer (also recently Skin Fair)
skin . Alicia, tone 1 / by Alaskametro<3
chest skin mod . "Boy Chest" / by Alaskametro<3 (debuted at Skin Fair <3)
head . Miranda / by Slink (debuted at Skin Fair <3)
chest . Homme Chest augment / by Slink (debuted at Skin Fair <3)
body . Physique Original / by Slink
body shine . Insectoid / by Star Gazer
insects . Fluttery Firefly / by Schadenfreude
particles . Heat Wave / by Cole's Corner
face pose . bento Facial expression HUD / by Happy Dispatch
✭ CIRCA ✭ Dimma ✭ {Frick} ✭ Lovely Alien ✭ NANTRA ✭ Soul ✭ Zibska ✭
Image taken in the virtual platform of Second Life (tm)
The First and Last House on the headland of Dr Syntax's Head, the most westerly point of England. Out to sea is the Longships lighthouse.
Wife and children were a bit behind looking at the remains of MV RMS Mulheim which ran aground in 2003 en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MV_RMS_Mulheim
♪♫♩Según Matias Lespiau | According to Matias Lespiau Gracias!
if {
-------person = "in-love"
} else if {
-------("lost of appetite") + (visible=false) + (hearing=falso) + (burning=true) + ("pain screaming") + ("soul tear") + (emptiness) + (longing) + (reason=none) + (whispering)
} then {
-------love = "for-fools"
};
- - - [Español]
el amor muere en la sintáxis lógica
Si {
-------persona = "enamorada"
} ó si {
-------("pérdida del apetito") + (visibilidad=falso) + (audición=falso) + (quemar=verdadero) + ("grito de dolor") + ("desgarro de alma") + (vacío) + (anhelo) + (razón=nula) + (suspiros)
} entonces {
-------amor = "para-tontos"
};
.
.
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saposaraso★ ® . all rights reserved
I love the strong, determined, but somehow cheerful look of this old rolling machine. To achieve the needed rolling weight for flattening dirt roads, you fill its wheels with water. I bet it is lots of fun to drive. I ran across it today when browsing through photos I took in the countryside in Alsace FR.
When the perfect caption popped into my mind, I felt I had to upload to Flickr and share the laugh. “Laissez les bons temps rouler” is a shop-worn phrase from the perennial party town of New Orleans, Louisiana. It appears on busses, T-shirts, etc.
Funny enough, the phrase is also a calque: a word-for-word substitution of a phrase in one language into another language. Never mind the grammar and syntax. In this case, the calque is from American English into Louisiana Cajun French.
Location: Rural Alsace, France.
In my album: Dan’s Funny Stuff.
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my brain fucks me
loves to lock horns
giving birth
to poetry porn
my head is a womb
where poems are born
squiggly words
in my head
are spawned
in the amniotic fluid
in a fish pond
without
using a condom
of grammar and syntax
my soul to the devil
i have pawned
a street poet
shooting poems
with a camera
please be warned
dedicated to randy der joel..
When the craft slid down through the morning haze, it made no more sound than a sigh. The pilot, small, round, with luminous eyes like water-drops catching light, settled it carefully between the hedge and a birdbath, in a garden fragrant with lavender and moss.
A line of humans sat on a garden bench: three old women, hair thin as smoke, all wrapped in thick cardigans despite the late spring sun. Their hands clicked and clacked, gleaming needles in constant rhythm.
The alien tilted his head. Aha, a dialect.
He sat hidden behind a bush, antennae quivering in concentration. The clacking began to resolve, not as random noise but as complex syntax. A chorus of metallic consonants. Loops of grammar. Rows upon rows of repeated clauses.
The grandmothers knitted steadily.
Slowly the sounds revealed their meaning. “We bind beginnings to ends. Every mistake can be unravelled. Holes are inevitable, so we patch them with patterns. Tension keeps the yarn from collapsing.”
He leaned closer, awed.
Hours passed. Birds drowsed on the branches. A nurse wheeled tea into the garden, set cups before the women and wheeled away again. No one spoke.
The alien rose and returned to his vessel. His report would astonish his kind: Humans do not converse with voices. Their language is the click of needles, their philosophy profound:
“Life’s purpose must be stitched from an endless skein of yarn.”
Rigid Etiquette.
Odio habentes plagas translata carmina reflexa supra numerum characters moribus delicatioribus alternis versibus omnis stetit imo sardonic mores Poetaster temeritatis,
kritzler träumen feine kontraste bindungsbefehle befehlen syntax freisetzen energien begrifflich ernsthafte elemente absurder bereich erstaunlicher unsinn,
subversives langues étranges désirs satiriques rues alternatives différentes solutions activités contemporaines lecteurs de lutte savants érudits servis,
ισχυρές ικανότητες δέσμευση δεξιοτήτων σχεδίασης γνώσεων υποσχέσεις που υποφέρουν όγκους αναξιοπαθούντα κεφάλαια ανεπανόρθωτες απολαύσεις διορισμένες απόψεις,
i messaggi profondi della conformità interrogativa arti esemplari fredde invocazioni esplicite pesi quantitativi gesti perversi linee di ragionamento,
計量技術アクセントのある事実利己的な目セスターチーフ代名詞ソネットスナップランチ利己的なポイント最高の終わりサイレントゲスト自己意識詩学社会的機能チェーンタイト.
Steve.D.Hammond.
SIM : Sommergewitter
Within the community of trees on earth, some individuals mastered foreign languages better than others. Everyone was talking to birds, elephants, mushrooms. They chirped most of the dialects of millions of species of insects and spiders. But only a very few know the language of humans.
Of course, they spoke among themselves in the common language of the trees which enabled them to philosophize, to gossip about the neighboring groves, and to share the news of the forests of the whole earth.
It is said that the trees, driven by the desire to bear witness to the seasons, had used writing for hundreds of millions of years ; a script in several dimensions, expressed through the interlacing of the branches of the crown. Seemingly chaotic, it was refined poetry with verses without beginning or end, and with sophisticated rhythms.
One day, an olive tree decided to write a letter to the human species. He had rubbed shoulders with them for centuries and witnessed the murder of the best of them (some were even hanged from his branches). He witnessed their devouring ambition, invading in a few short years the land patiently fertilized by his brothers to the point where he himself found himself isolated, locked in an enclosure with a dozen sheep. Admittedly, he did not complain about the old shepherdess who ensured that this little group could live as comfortably as possible. But he felt that beyond the enclosure, for kilometers around, there was only concrete, bitumen, glass, metal and hundreds of thousands of humans running in all directions.
One spring day, he grew white, smooth, dull leaves at some ends of his branches, just like human’s "paper". This only involved the sacrifice of a very small part of his energy. But it was more difficult for him to print on the sheets of paper the message he wanted to transmit to humans, without making any syntax or spelling mistakes. The trees were very picky on this point. They believed that the grammar should reflect events and their position over time as accurately as possible. They considered that vocabulary should not only describe things, but also be able to write them down in their history, place them in their context and their relationships with each other. Language, they said, is a poison if it divides the world into small isolated fragments.
So it was with infinite care, after careful consideration, that he produced a letter on twelve olive branches, each intended for a human tribe on earth, a letter with only this injunction: "Give up! Slow down!".
The shepherdess, discovering these leaves on the olive tree, naturally attached to its branches like fruit, read the message. She immediately rushed to the town hall and obtained an audience with the Mayor. He, concerned about public order and in a burst of benevolence towards the shepherdess, ordered the old hysteric into a medical nursing home, signed the papers to transfer the property of her sheep to an industrial breeder and close friend, and to burn the sick olive tree.
This event was immediately transmitted to the community of trees which discussed what arrangements should be made until the beginning of winter. By an astonishing coincidence, it was in this same year that the trees received a message of condolence from heaven.
Along with Low-Friction Passive Fluids, Passion flows through this androids fiber optic nervous system; it's what sets her apart from the thousands of units that were issued during her model release.
Flit was one parts per million marked for the Functional.Life.Immitation.Technology project. No one really knows what caused the syntax error or how it was bi-passed,
but the hack seemed to stand out in a sea of reproductions.
Perhaps the genius that programmed her knew about this re-route to test her potential, or maybe she was just curious as how far the 1's and 0's could go.
Flit types quicker than the human eye would fully register, she's cracking the stolen corporate document by translating over 40 billion lines of code layered on top of each other in an intricate weave of misinformation. The numbers, letters and symbols encrypted here are in the process of being eliminated, excerps of useless filler are almost like a game of pac man to her computer brain, it's stimulating her entertainment drives.
15 minutes into a partial cloaked as a syntax error she locates a folder labelled:
F.L.I.T
Functional Life Imitation Technology.
She quickly uploads a copy into her harddrive after rerouting the embedded tracking device.
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CREDITS
*Bolson / Tattoo - Hort (*Appliers* Maitreya/Slink)
Blueberry - Asia - Leather Jacket (Maitreya fitted)
{co*ffee} VirtuaMask GigerStyle
DRD - Geekmania - Neckwrap (RARE)
DRD - Post Apocalytpic Nerd - Rings Black
[flit ink] Scarface Eyesore // Slink Visage Applier
[flit ink] Battle Scars // Torso Tattoo (raw, healing, faded)
.ID. Light Sensitive/Bloodshot - Ice
little bones. Break @Uber
Maitreya Mesh Body - Lara V3.3
[MANDALA] Stretched ears Omimi Tunnel (Hole_size_5/L)
[NeurolaB Inc.] EV3 ANDROID Hand (R) (8 Poses) 1.5
[NikotiN] Classic Joint - Nextgen (Blunt Wrap)
.random.Matter. - Taint Septum - Gold
Slink Avatar Enhancement Hands V2.1 - L - Relaxed
T. Throat Mic
SCENE
[DBy] Central Sound Server
floorplan. locker bookcase / grey
[ kunst ] - Engel chair / black - gold [PG] - C
xin + toro // gun racks + RARE
xin + toro // hacking station
New Ridley is a hamlet in the county of Northumberland, England. It is in the parish of Stocksfield and the parliamentary constituency of Hexham. It is one of four "Ridleys" in the parish, along with Old Ridley, East Ridley and Ridley Mill.
Services in New Ridley include Stocksfield Golf Club[2] and the Dr. Syntax public house. The pub is named after a racehorse of the same name which was in turn named after a fictional character created by the writer William Combe.
4th March 2020:
Rufus: "As usual Dad went out so Mum, Izzy and I were stuck at home, but as it was raining ... again, Mum wouldn't have gone out anyway. Instead once I'd snuggled up on the sofa she got the picture making thing out and took rather a lot of photos of me. But, liked this one the best. I also got a cuddle, a lot of kisses and a treatie biscuit for just staying curled up.
Izzy wanted to join in too, but Mum said she'd have her special day another day."
Silly info Not so silly today : It's National Grammar Day.
National Grammar Day is observed across the United States each year on March 4th. The observance encourages the use of correct grammar in both verbal and written language.
According to the Global Language Monitor, the estimated number of words in the English language is 1,025,109. There is some controversy over that figure, but it’s safe to say it is over a million.
Language is something to celebrate. Some people might suggest that grammar is a set of rules for language, but it is a system for understanding language. Understanding the system and the structure helps us to understand each other better and can help us to learn new languages.
There’re so many ways to celebrate the day. Try these on for size:
*Read a new blog, book, magazine or newspaper. You might learn a new turn of phrase or word.
*Learn a new word from another language. Not all languages use the same grammar rules. Some languages even have words that don’t exist in other languages.
*Spend time with someone who speaks your first language as a second language. You might learn something new about syntax, tense or spelling.
*What might be a grammar error in one language is perfectly fine in another. Do you speak two languages or more? What are the unique differences between grammar rules that you’ve noticed?
Although this is basically for the US, it counts for every language. Having taught English as a second language for yonks, I am fanatical about grammar!!
Better viewed large and thank you for your favourites.
Uphill Path.
Trwy obscurities melys llifogydd tonnau pasio cysgodion gweledigaethau cyflym fraith breuddwydion,
Frenético recuerdos despertar vapores nubes brillantes verano encantador estrechamiento calles respirando hierba temores,
φοβίζουν μούσες άδειο αυταπάτες συγχωροχάρτια πληθώρα επεκτάσεων φυγάς αμφίβολη ελευθερίες υδαρή,
Sentimentos joker moagem vulgaridade's antologia misturas suposições interpretação sujeitos dia agradável,
easaontach dánta eccentric breithnithe claonta léitheoirí leathadh méideanna chivalry prós neamhghnácha,
alternance euphorique observations romantisme caractéristiques solitude pastorale douce pêcheur's doré strophes,
imperatives abrenuntiatio periculum parenthesis est regressive poetarum salutem industria solvens syntax,
tilsløres eksempler undergravende finurlig hero mærkeligt legesyge industrielle stønnende dribblers alle,
詩的な痛みを踏みにじって心を尽くして疲れた思考ヘラクレス星酔いどれカップ.
Steve.D.Hammond.
"TRANSMIT - initiate anima signal - RECEIVE - initiate the Enochian frequency - WITNESS - initiate the Merovingian syntax - FIAP DE OIAD - crawling roots, heavy with sizzling sap, stab your skull - DOWNLOAD - holy communion - NO PURCHASE NECESSARY - your eyes and ears hemorrhage boiling joy - MAY BE TOO INTENSE FOR SOME VIEWERS - ecstatic agony, your molecules come undone - SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED - offer expires at the heat death of the universe - FOR A LIMITED TIME ONLY - the dark days cometh, absolute zero, maximum entropy - ACT NOW! initiate the Agartha broadcast - TRANSMIT - open the 49 gates! - WITNESS! - The Buzzing."
- The Secret World
CREDIT---
horns . Arthropod / by Soul @ We <3 Role-play on the 4th!
spikes . Head Nubbies - Thorns / by Soul
ears . Uni Ears - Elf Nub / by Soul
eyeshadow . Zosime eyemakeup / by Zibska @ The Makeover Room for April!
lips . Blacktop Deux Lips / by Zibska (recently at Skin Fair, probably soon at the mainshop)
accessorie . Mies set / by Zibska
eyes . Hive eyes - royal / by Lovely Alien
pose . Cuz I Can / by NANTRA
chest cuts . In My Name / by La Malvada Mujer (recently at Skin Fair!)
face cuts . He's doing worse / by La Malvada Mujer (also recently Skin Fair)
skin . Alicia, tone 1 / by Alaskametro<3
chest skin mod . "Boy Chest" / by Alaskametro<3 (debuted at Skin Fair <3)
head . Miranda / by Slink (debuted at Skin Fair <3)
chest . Homme Chest augment / by Slink (debuted at Skin Fair <3)
body . Physique Original / by Slink
body shine . Insectoid / by Star Gazer
insects . Fluttery Firefly / by Schadenfreude
particles . Heat Wave / by Cole's Corner
face pose . bento Facial expression HUD / by Happy Dispatch
✭ CIRCA ✭ Dimma ✭ {Frick} ✭ Lovely Alien ✭ NANTRA ✭ Soul ✭ Zibska ✭
Image taken in the virtual platform of Second Life (tm)
Mirit Ben Nun: Shortness of breath 'Shortness of breath' is not only a sign of physical weakness, it is a metaphor for a mental state of strong desire that knows no repletion; more and more, an unbearable glut, without repose. Mirit Ben Nun's type of work on the other hand requires an abundance of patience. This is a Sisyphean work (requiring hard labor) of marking lines and dots, filling every empty millimeter with brilliant blots. Therefore we are facing a paradox or a logical conflict. A patient and effortful work that stems from an urgent need to cover and fill, to adorn and coat. Her craft of layering reaches a state of a continuous ceremonial ritual. This ritual digests every object into itself - useful or discarded -- available and ordinary or rare and exceptional -- they submit and devote to the overlay work. Mirit BN gathers scrap off the streets -- cardboard rolls of fabric, assortments of wooden boards and pieces, plates and planks -- and constructs a new link, her own syntax, which she alone is fully responsible for. The new combination -- a type of a sculptural construction -- goes through a process of patching by the act of painting. In fact Mirit regards her three dimensional objects as a platform for painting, with a uniform continuity, even if it has obstacles, mounds and valleys. These objects beg her to paint, to lay down colors, to set in motion an intricate weave of abstract patterns that at times finds itself wandering the contours of human images and sometimes -- not. In those cases what is left is the monotonous activity of running the patterns, inch by inch, till their absolute coverage, till a short and passing instant of respite and than on again to a new onset. Next to this assembly of garbage and it's recycling into 'painted sculptures' Mirit offers a surprising reunion between her illustrated objects and so called cheap African sculpture; popular artifacts or articles that are classified in the standard culture as 'primitive'. This combination emphasizes the difference between her individualistic performance and the collective creation which is translated into cultural clichés. The wood carved image creates a moment of peace within the crowded bustle; an introverted image, without repetitiveness and reverberation. This meeting of strangers testifies that Mirit' work could not be labeled under the ´outsiders art´ category. She is a one woman school who is compelled to do the art work she picked out to perform. Therefore she isn't creating ´an image´ such as the carved wooden statues, but she produces breathless ´emotional jam' whose highest values are color, motion, beauty and plenitude. May it never lack, neither diluted, nor dull for even an instant Tali Tamir August 2010