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I said treat to get her to look at me lol she definitely is my favorite subject for now. She belongs to my daughter & son in-law and are moving out of state. Their other dog had surgery and is in a kennel most the day she's a total sweetheart as well. Thanks for stopping by!
Also using a new lens its all manual...unfortunately is a Laowa 100mm/2.8 2:1 ultra macro
I wanted him to be the chef but guess I didn't word it quite right.. Created in DDG Type2Dream and enlarged with Mediachance Artificial Intelligence Enhancer...
I had to edit the video since otherwise you'd have to listen to me calling his name for almost five minutes...when Bailey Bear sleeps, the whole world can come crashing down all around him, and he'll keep on snoring...until I say the magic word...
Yup, that's my boy!
I haven't word to describe how incredible and photogenic is Kaede!! She is one of the most incredibles Kirsches!!
Na het samenstellen van de beladen wagens werden 4 lege wagens geplaatst op de losweg om daar weer beladen t worden. Contecrail 1158 Koge 18 November 2016
One more on the 'traffic' theme, from the same time and place. No idea if those guys were workers (un)loading trucks or were moving their own possessions, they were certainly travelling in comfort (see the soft seats). And fit into the wordplay with the 'T' word :)
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I completly forget this photos!!! O_o I'm so sorry!!!
This is the Awesome Henri's Aaliyoh, Astrid. She is gorgeous, her make up and eyes are indescribable! I haven't word!! Sooo perfect!
I completly forget this photos!!! O_o I'm so sorry!!!
This is the Awesome Henri's Aaliyoh, Astrid. She is gorgeous, her make up and eyes are indescribable! I haven't word!! Sooo perfect!
Op 3 augustus gingen twee G2000'en van Lineas vanuit Sittard richting de Kijfhoek. Omdat de locomotieven door Prorail en de IL&T worden beschouwd als slecht detecterend en dus niet los mogen rijden werd er een containerdraagwagen tussen beide locomotieven geplaatst.
In de loop van de middag kwam zo de daaruit volgende opvallende combinatie voorbij Hulten onderweg richting de Kijfhoek.
Hulten 3-8-2024 14:21
Can you see all the "T" ephemera?
(teals, turquoises, Tributes, tarot, top, transit pass, washi Tape, tables, T, t-word dictionary page...)
My Home Office Collage
Today's FGR 365 is "!flickr Notes".
I have a lot of Notes so I numbered them and added additional below. This is my home office. Two years ago my girlfriend of 10 years and I split up. We are still best friends and I will refer to her as “my ex” for the notes. We sold the house we had together and I needed a smaller place with a lot less yard so I bought a three story, 3 bedroom, 4 bath townhouse with an itty bitty yard for my dog Loki. My ex bought Loki (a female Cairn Terrier) when we were together and I have joint custody so I see her at least 3 days a week which works out great for all three of us.
I use one bedroom as an office and another as an Art Room where I paint and sculpt, and draw on whiteboards. Two weeks ago I spent $50 US on new dry erase markers, I’m not kidding. I just bought a book case for the Art Room so many of my art books are moving downstairs right now.
If for some reason you want to know more about me you can check my LinkedIn profile;
And I’ll just add a shameless plug for Kiva.org, which I think is frickin’ genius;
One Fugger made a feeble attempt to insult me this week so he should give my LinkedIn profile a once over in the hopes of actually coming up with some decent ammo. There’s lots of ammo there too. I don’t kiss-and-tell so please don’t ask me who it was. I hope whoopaggie doesn’t check my Education because I was giving her a little Aggie Hell for a while and she could really turn it back on me.
If a Note has a * in it that means there is more below, otherwise the Note and below say the same.
01. Calendars from Guero’s Taco Bar, Austin TX – When I put the first one in the far left corner up I just chose a random distance from the wall. I wanted to put up six total and decided to use the same spacing and then just leave an empty space that I filled with something else later. The empty space sucked, so I decided to put up more calendars, keeping the same spacing. The last space left over is exactly the same distance as all the other spaces! Yay for not planning ahead!
02. This calendar is a different width than the rest, but the tack is spaced the same.
03. My friend Jini gave me 2 Guero’s calendars, but the Virgin Mary one is not in my office.
04. Cowboy hat I bought in Redmond WA
05. Cowboy hat I bought in Austin TX (my fave)
06. Cowboy hat I bought in Napa Valley
07. Bison skin hat I bought in Telluride CO
08. Stetson I almost never wear - It’s a dress hat (and pricey). I should have used it in the “Dallas 1963” pic I did because Det. Leavelle is wearing a Stetson.
09. Lego motorcycles
10. Glowing Cortana
11. Architecture mags
12. Tool box of slides
13. Issues of ImagineFX that are going to the Art Room
14. Texas hat pins waiting for a hat
15. Café du Monde mug that I’ve kept in one piece for 18 years!
16. Issues of "Play", games & anime
17. My fave Guero’s calendar – I think barbarianheiress would make a great model for this version of “La Adelita”. There are other versions at the top (they all have a beauty with a rifle),and I love them all. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Adelita
18. Maya and MEL Scripting books
19. Windows Vista Ultimate
20. Various design mags
21. HP paper for printing photos, but my ex got the printer
22. Manga
23. Plaque of hiking medallions from my first visit to Austria
24. Mold of my lower teeth
25. Sand filled lizard (he’s awesome)
26. Keroppi!
27. Heating vent, I have loads of these
28. Blank books for writing
29. Art books to move
30. Trash can
31. Richard Scarry’s
32. Kids books
33. Tub for stuff for crimping CAT5
34. Issues of Sound On Sound and Computer Music
35. Various Adobe How-To books – 2 years ago I went to FlashForward in Austin and I got a discount on the Adobe Video Suite with After Effects, Audition, Bridge, Encore, Flash, Illustrator, ImageReady, Photoshop, and Premiere Pro. I want to make DVDs of my own animation so I NEED all these.
36. Sketchbooks
37. Art books to move
38. Bathroom – This bedroom has it’s own bath, as does the master, but I’ve using it as a closet right now while I get rid of stuff. I’ve never turned the water to the tub on.
39. Whiteboard with reproduction of Mucha I’m working on in dry erasure
40. Other whiteboard with its back to us
41. One of my laptops – This one runs Vista and right now I only use it for learning robot programming and XNA game development.
42. Dania book case
43. Framed Texas Flag – It’s supposed to look “weathered”.
44. Space for framed Texas Declaration of Independence
45. Unframed stuff waiting
46. We Recycle
47. Space for framed picture of statue before she was raised to the top of the Texas Capital
48. Framed Republic Of Texas Map
49. Old scanner
50. Monitor that will move to Art Room once I get a widescreen flat panel
51. Xbox360 controller for robot simulator and XNA in Windows
52. Max
53. Marble pen holder – Meant for chilling wine.
54. Older laptop again
55. Slides of a old film shoot I’m scanning
56. Fave keyboard
57. FugGeR
58. Plush leather office chair
59. Ducati toys
60. Children’s Bible – This Bible is OK but my fave Bible has leather binding and gold pages. I have a trophy for memorizing the most Bible verses at my Baptist church. There is a picture of “The Temptation in the Desert” where Jesus looks like a typical European idea Jesus, but Satan looks so frickin’ cool! By the time I was a teen I knew St. John’s and Revelations inside out and I was obsessed with the Anti-Christ. Then I went to college.
61. Books about writing
62. Paperbacks I can’t bear to get rid of
63. Shelf of financial books
64. Shelf of language books
65. Escher inspired object I made from cardboard in 1983!
66. Model of one of my bikes
67. Akira bike
68. Canned air
69. Midi keyboard - For Properhead Reason software, which is fun as Hell because you can make any music.
70. The Moon coffee mug
71. External DVD burner
72. Texas coffee mug
73. Microsoft mousepad I got at the company store
74. New scanner that has trays for negatives and slides
75. Office Depot desk that will not withstand another move
76. Dell tower under desk
77. 500 GB external drive under desk
78. Folder of negatives I shot in Boulder and Telluride
79. Tool box of electrical junk
80. Tool box of stuff I can’t misplace
81. Shelf of stuff, I dunno
82. Xbox 1 games
83. Xbox360 & Ducati caps
84. Fitness books
85. Some Nintedo DS games
86. Bo-flex like workout thingy
87. Industrial twist tie - I got at Home Depot so I can turn the workout bench up and it stays.
88. Shelf of computer development books
89. Shelf of film production books
90. Autographed advert from porn star Nina Hartley I need to frame
91. Issues of Texas Monthly
92. Loki! – Loki says “Hi” to Oshin, Maggie, Badger, Merlin, Clem (I didn’t have the heart to tell her Clem is not a dog), Gracie, Bear, Porter & the other Loki, “Peanut Butter” Jake (dude, yer dog has a rep now), Rusty, Sammy, Snoopy and all the other FGR dogs out there. I had to bribe her with the “t word” (t-r-e-a-t) to get her to pose.
93. Shelf of oversized books
94. Tubs o junk
95. Switch – My house is wired with CAT5 and there is a hub in my master closet.
96. Other flat panel monitor
97. The closet holds my computer racks – All these are off right now because they are building more townhouses around me and they shut of the power to my neighborhood for half of one day this week. I powered these down ahead of time and I just haven’t started them back up yet. One of these will be sacrificed for FireFox soon so I can reply to comments like ya’ll.
98. MCP (Microsoft Certified Professional) certificate
99. Telluride Film Festival Student Program certificate
100. Gave a presentation at the American Chemical Society Meeting in Dallas 1989 – My presentation was called “Anomalous Fading of Thermoluminescence in Different Temperature Forms of Oligoclase”. If I have trouble falling asleep I can read it or one of the 14 other scientific papers I’ve published. This was the meeting where one University declared they had created cold fusion and they were selling video tapes for $350 US. It was a total scam and I had already started realizing that some “scientists” weren’t actually interested in Truth at all.
101. B.S. in Mathematics
102. Antarctic meteorite I worked on at NASA – JSC – I did nuclear chemistry at NASA in 1990. The people at NASA are party animals, I’m not kidding. The smartest and most fun of any group I’ve ever met. Film people are fun too, and extremely naughty. IT people mostly suck.
OK, that’s my tour. I hope you had a good time, there’s free beer & wine tasting and T-Shirts in the lobby.
It might not be the official name, but I kinda like it :-). I'm taking a break from airshow photos. 3 shot HDR, handheld, in the light rain and fog.
www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2012/oct/05/blyth-dolls-s...
please note: I didn't word it quite like that, I would never think having 14 cats was 'desperate', I would only ever think it was 'to be expected'!
"Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all "
So I could have taken a picture of me making a list, but to me, that really isn't what this step is about. When you start doing an evaluation of yourself like I have been doing, it can be a real eye opener. As human beings I think we're all a little self absorbed. I mean, think about it. How many times have you admitted to yourself that he really didn't cut you off, you're just in a hurry? Every day we're so busy being caught up in our own lives sometimes we don't realize how we're truly affecting everyone else? I wouldn't say I'm a selfish person, but after really (mentally) making a list of those I've harmed, I'm beginning to see myself in a new light. The point is though, that it's a really long road to recovery. So long that you might not see the end. These steps aren't going to happen sequentially or over night. You may have to even revisit a few. But if you're willing to walk down the road and admit where you've been wrong and who you've harmed along the way you can recognize it better in the future. I made a few realizations of my own today. It was a good day.
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SOOOO, for my update. Thank you so much to everyone who has been visiting my stream, keeping up with my pictures, adding me as a contact or emailing me asking if I'm okay!! My computer (thanks to Ace) is now FMC and I can keep on keeping on! I've missed you and Flickr! HA!
So I worked my last night shift for a while and have the whole weekend off! Maverick and I don't really have much planned, but hey, I'm not working so we're both happy. I lost my remote during my levitating shoot but one is on order so I'm excited for its arrival. Amber and I will be going to San Francisco tomorrow so I'm stoked to see her kids and get some TLC time with her, stupid jobs always seem to get in the way. I'm settling in the house quite nicely, my desk is in so I'll be able to pick that up soon. I'll be going to see my best friend in South Dakota for about a week in March, also very good news for all of you since we're both addicted to Nikon and Flickr. Just lots of really positive things happening all around. Sorry I was so late uploading everything, just know if I'm not here I'm still thinking of creative ways to stimulate your...uh brain. Yeah. Much love! I have to try and get on a regular sleep schedule, so no more staying up till the wee hours of the morning!
OH! I almost forgot to tell you how chaotic this dumb picture was?! I hurried up outside after I woke up, showered, dealt with the stupid military hospital, etc and tried to catch some sunlight. I was actually at the OTHER end of this street, set up hit the button to take a picture so I could check it and make adjustments and nothing happened. Oh yes. I left the freakin battery in the charger. I mean, isn't that the number one rule of photography?? Always check your shit before you walk out the door? Well maybe the rule isn't worded quite like that, but ya know. So I SPEED home, grab the battery, SPEED back and set up. My dog, at this point is looking at me like WTF . I get a few pictures in, we're all happy. I decided to go to Starbucks and hang out to edit my pictures, and try to use their internet to download some stuff, drink a coffee, you know, feel posh. I order my beverage, get a seat and start settings up. I'm looking in bag after I take out my laptop and realize like the genius I am, I left my charging cord. Such serious technical difficulties. My laptop is HUGE, it's like a portable desktop so the battery drains in about 6 seconds. Just long enough for me to log on and realize I can't use their internet anyway. It isn't free like I suspected. So all that for a cup of coffee that, in case you couldn't tell, has made me quite hyper. Lovely.
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Highest Explore Position #127 ~ On Saturday August 1st 2009.
Baby Cherry Crowned Mangabey - Colchester Zoo, Essex, England - Monday July 27th 2009.
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Well, I don't know what this lil guy was eating, but whatever it was.....didn't stay down for very long....believe me it wasn't a pretty sight....
It got worse mind you...cause he promptly went and ate it back up again....there's no accounting for taste..lol
Anyhoo....for those waiting for news on my cancer tests on Monday....join the queue...cause I'm still waiting too......I suppose, no news is good news....well, that's how the saying goes....as I said before...I'll keep you all posted...In the mean time..I've got lots of images of this lil guy in the photo bank...so like him...I think you will all soon be sick of the sight of him..lol
So HBW to each and everyone of you...I hope the Hmmmm...so called Bar-B-Q summer is going well for you all...unless you live here in London, England...then it's umbrellas at the ready..Yahhh..:))
Mangabeys are some of the most rare and endangered monkeys on Earth. These large, forest-living monkeys are found only in Africa. They look somewhat like guenons but are bigger. Local people call some of them "the ones with the thin waist" or "four-eyed monkeys" because some mangabey species have bright white eyelids. Taxonomists have put mangabeys into two separate genera: white-eyelid mangabeys Cerocebus sp. and crested mangabeys Lophocebus sp., based on physical differences. White-eyelid mangabeys are most closely related to mandrills and drills, and the males are much larger than the females; crested mangabeys are more closely related to baboons and geladas and both males and females are about the same size. All mangabeys have tails that are longer than their bodies, providing balance for them as they scamper through the rain forest canopy.
Depending on the species or subspecies, mangabeys can be golden brown, gray, dark brown, or a soft black, usually with a lighter color on their underbellies. Youngsters are usually darker than the adults. White-collared mangabeys Cerocebus torquatus have reddish hair on their heads, a "beard" on each cheek, and white hair that wraps around their neck like a collar (hence the name!). Black mangabeys Lophocebus atterimus have long, grayish brown whiskers that almost cover their ears and a high crest on their head—a pointy hairdo!
A swingin' home ~
Like most monkeys, mangabeys are very much at home in trees, spending most of their time there. However, white-eyelid mangabeys are also comfortable on the ground, traveling on their hands and feet between patches of forest or to forage in the leaf litter for tasty food items. In some areas of the forest, the ground is swampy, but it’s not a problem for the mangabeys. Webbing between their fingers and toes helps these amazing monkeys to swim! All mangabeys are excellent jumpers, and gray-cheeked mangabeys Lophocebus albigena and white-collared mangabeys have tails that are strong enough to help them hook on to branches as they leap about the forest canopy.
Monkey business ~
Mangabeys live in groups, called troops, of about 10 to 40 individuals, depending on the species and the availability of food and habitat. There is usually one adult male that acts as leader and the troop's defender, but sometimes the larger troops have two or three adult males that split off with their own family units to forage for food. When a male becomes sexually mature he leaves his troop to find another one to join. If he can't find one, he will live alone until he does; single males do not form all-male groups. When there is plenty of food available, mangabey troops will often gather together for a while and even exchange troop members.
The Craft Barn thecraftbarnblog.blogspot.co.uk/2013/06/alphadictionary-c... this week is calling for us to use letter T. I chose Time as my word & I have updated a page I did a while ago for the Tag Tuesday challenge.here www.flickr.com/photos/65345361@N02/8765268921/in/set-7215...
I created this in my 21 Secrets Journal & I hope you like the additions. Thanks for looking :D
Pop over to The Craft Barn & see some terrific T word pages
ALSO LINKING TO www.inspiration-avenue-team.blogspot.co.uk/ :0)
Paulo Coelho
Eleven Minutes
First published in: 2003 (as Onze Minutos)
This edition: HarperCollins 2004, translated by Margaret Jull Costa
ISBN: 0-06-058927-2
Pages: 269
Genre: fiction
Cover photography by Ernesto Rios Lanz (Sexto Sol/Getty Images)
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(private on flickr for now)
For a while, most of the books I could be found reading were either written by Gabriel Garcia Marquez or Paulo Coelho. There was just something about their writing that gripped me; there was passion in these men’s novels, a touch of the mystical or spiritual intermixed with deeply human themes – and a focus on discovering others or the self, especially in Coelho’s books.
I am a pretty skeptic person in my everyday life, but Coelho’s books allow me a little bit of an escape from that. I am unapologetic about reading Coelho’s novels.
Maria is young girl disillusioned by love after suffering heartbreak at a very young age. She believes love will only bring pain.
On holiday in Rio de Janeiro, our naive protagonist finds herself swept away to Switzerland, where she can envision a new life for herself as a model, or an actress – anything glamorous, involving making lots of money. Little does she know that she will indeed make a lot of money in Geneva: as a prostitute. Maria, however, handles it with detachment. She's making loads of money. And it’s just sex after all.
But then she meets Ralf, a handsome artist who is instantly taken by Maria’s beauty (he sees a light in her) and wants to prove to her that love can exist. Will Maria allow her heart to open up again, or will she continue the darker life she has begun in Geneva, where as a prostitute she is convinced love can only be combined with hurt, not with pleasure (sexuality)?
Coelho writes in a way that captures your attention. His subject matter may not (always) be to one's taste, but I do think he writes beautifully and with wisdom; usually when I read his books, I'm captivated from the first sentence. He regularly makes me stop for a moment to consider what I've just read.
Coelho's books, as mentioned, usually involve a protagonist on the path of self-discovery. Eleven Minutes attempts to look at self-discovery from a different angle: sexuality (and I really couldn't word this sentence differently).
I appreciate that there is such openness about sex in this book. Sexuality is, after all, natural to human beings. Without sex we would not exist.
That said, the shock factor for which Eleven Minutes has been praised is non-existent for me, but that's because I was raised in a household where the subject of sex wasn't ignored or tabooed. Generally in this country (The Netherlands), we don't fuss about nudity on TV as much as elsewhere.
And while I'm at it – the prostitution story is also not shocking to me. Prostitutes work legally and pay taxes here. I personally don't have to like it, but I appreciate living in a country where it's not going to be hidden away, but where we opt for openness instead. (Let's face it: it exists everywhere.)
Prostitutes often have a rough life; Maria's seemed to be a little easy-going at times. Diet-Prostitution. (She doesn't seem too bothered with her disposition. She figures she can quit a year from now, no problem – and no impact on her psyche at all. It seems unrealistic.)
But these are my personal experiences. The themes Eleven Minutes addresses could understandably be seen as provocative by other readers.
So while Maria's occupation didn't really rock my boat, I felt very intrigued by Maria’s thoughts, motives and point of view.
Maria's an interesting character, an unlikely heroine. A prostitute, but also a caring autodidact who wants to help her clients in more ways than the obvious. A sweet young woman, but I mostly just saw her as 'Foolish Little Girl', disillusioned by love at a young age (haven't we all?) but unable to rationalize it.
A lot of young girls haven’t truly experienced real love yet, not enough to be able to make decisions about it – to never love again – like Maria has. For an adolescent girl, she's far too cynical. It's misplaced – but therefore interesting.
Coelho tries his best to understand his young protagonist. He paints an interesting picture of her in the first half of the book, which was most fascinating to read. Later on, though, it started to become a little less about Maria, and more about the message Coelho wanted to get across.
Maria, as I established for myself, is immature and naive. Yet she sometimes spews out these incredible wisdoms – that's obviously the author speaking, not an adolescent prostitute. Coelho makes Maria address this though: "I am aware that there are certain phrases which are not written by me," Coelho has Maria write in her journal entries, "but by a woman full of light". We are to believe, then, that Maria is maturing mentally and finding self-worth, finding the woman, wife, mother within. Self-discovery, en route to it.
Unfortunately, I still heard Coelho doing all the talking, not a wiser Maria. What didn't help here was the distanced narration or the idea that a middle-aged man knows how a young girl like Maria OUGHT to feel. Maria is Coelho's creation, he can do what he want. But as he speaks for Maria, Coelho – perhaps unintentionally – tends to speak for Woman.
It's kind of like
how I don't
have a male
gynecologist
"You can't possibly know how I feeeeeeeeel"
(down there)
Despite having perpetually raised eyebrows during the second half of the book, the story still remained interesting to me. I wanted to know which decision Maria was going to make (though I suspected, of course, that she would go for the happy ending – Coelho's book have a feel good factor). I wanted to know where Maria's road would end: in darkness, or light – light being able to love fully, with body and soul (at the same time, preferably). Is she willing to take the risk? Coelho may have focused a bit much on The Message in the end, but he did make me care about Maria in the process.
One little thing that bothered me to the extent that I cannot consider this review to be finished unless I mention it (and I quote from p.45 of my edition): "In Brazil she had read about a book about a shepherd who, in searching for his treasure, encounters various difficulties, and these difficulties help him to get what he wants."
*cough* The Alchemist, anyone? *cough*
A skeptic in life, I remain. But a skeptic who's read yet another entertaining and interesting book.
© 2010 Reading-Reviewing.com
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Zie hier de God Merkuur gevangen
In deze grote vogelkooi,
Men zal hem morgen op doen hangen
Ter ere van Quincampoix.
ARLEQUYN, zingt alleen.
Wat zou ik in de wereld maken?
Daar elk van acties praat,
De koopmanschap versmaadt,
En het nut der Beurs verlaat
Om ydereen de beurs te taaken.
Daar nu van veele duizend narren
Tot in den laaten ancht,
Wordt winst voor wind veracht;
Daar Jood en Beunhaas tracht,
Uit baatzucht alles te verwarren.
Scarmoes zingt en wordt daarna gevolgd van ’t Choor.
Wy willen voortaan niet verhand’len
Dan van ’t allerbest papier,
Derhalve mag Merkuur maar wandelen
En gaan op muiltjes voor pleizier.
Arlequyn.
Maar Monsieur Scarmoes, ik zie dat gy my kent.
Ik bid dat gy eens om Marinette zendt,
Want wyl myn levenseind in ’t kort zal genaken,
Moet ik myn testament, eer ik kan scheiden, maken.
Scarmoes.
Dat hoeft niet, want ik zie daar komt zy zelf al aan.
TIENDE TOONEEL.
Marinette, Arlequyn, Mezetyn, Gille, Kolumbine, Scarmoes, Kapitano, gevolg van Maskeraaden.
Marinette.
ACh! zie ik Arlequyn in deze kooij niet staan?
Arlequyn.
Myn lief, myn Marinet, terwyl ik nu moet sterven,
Zult gy myn Acties met Heer Kapitano erven,
En ook met Heer Scarmoes; want ik vergeef hen ’t quaad
Dat zy my doen, ik heb hen beiden nooit gehaat.
Mezetyn.
Zal ik, en Gille niet van uwe schat ontvangen?
Arlequyn.
Gewis, gy zult uw deel met Gille voort erlangen.
Kapitano.
Wel, Arlequyn, schoon u de dood reets was bereid,
Ik schenk u ’t leven voor die edelmoedigheid,
Maar met conditie dat gy d’Acties voort zult geeven.
Arlequyn.
Fiat, Monsieur, een mensch moet veel doen om zyn leven.
Daar is de sleutel, gaa myn lieve Marinet
En haal de mand die ’k in de bedstee heb gezet.
ELFDE TOONEEL
Mezetyn, Gille, Kolumbine, Scarmoes,
Kapitano, Arlequyn uit de Kooij, Gevolg van Maskeraaden.
Kapitano.
HOe meen jy dat het nu met de Acties of zal loopen?
Arlequyn.
Wagt maar een weinig, ’k moet u eerst iets fraaijs verkoopen.
Hy steekt een endje kaers op
Beschouw myn vrinden, ziet dit onuitbluslyk ligt;
Een kaers die nooit verbrand, en flikkert voor ’t gezicht,
’t Word aan de straalen van de Zon het eerst ontsteeken.
’t Is door kunst gemaakt, en heeft gantsch geen gebreeken.
Kapitano.
Wat geve ik u daar voor?
Arlequyn.
Het is een stuiver waard.
Kapitano.
Ik heb geen geld: want dat wordt aan het hof vergaârd.
Maar kom, ik geef ’er voor twee Actien op Muyên.
Arlequyn.
Al de Acties zyn by my heel weinig te beduyên.
Maar geef een blank.
Kapitano.
Ziedaar, dat is myn leste munt.
Arlequyn.
Ik hadt een ander ’t niet voor deze prys gegund.
Kapitano met het licht.
Hoe heerlyk staat dat licht te flikk’ren in myn handen!
Hoe zou hy dwaalen die geen kaers had om te branden!
Die Arlequyn, ha! ha! is zeeker gansch niet wys,
Dat hy zulk licht verkoopt, tot zulk een slechte prys.
Scarmoes.
Ik geef ’er voor terstont twee Actien op Naarde.
Kapitano.
Neen geef ’er drie op Hoorn, die jy tot nog toe spaarde.
Scarmoes met het licht.
Ik ben te vreden. Ha my dunkt hy lykt wel dol!
Mezetyn.
Wel, kom, ik geef ’er voor tien Actien op Zwol.
Scarmoes.
Neen drie op Rotterdam, en zeven op Enkhuizen.
Mezetyn.
Neen Monsieur Scaramoes, ik laat myn beurs niet pluizen.
Dat is te goeden waar, ’k ben daar mê in myn schik.
Maar wil je ’er honderd voor, die ’k heb in Medenblik?
Scarmoes.
Die steeken ze in de Schuit nu al in ’t Jagers zakje.
TWAALFDE TOONEEL.
Marinette, Arlequyn, Mezetyn, Gille, Kolumbine, Scarmoes, Kapitano, gevolg van Maskeraaden.
Marinette, gooijt een mandje met papieren uit.
DAar is jouw erffenis, zie daar is ’t heele pakje.
Scarmoes.
Kom geef ’er honderd in Edam, en zeven toe,
Op Utrecht, Delft, Tergou.
Mezetyn.
Wel holla! Man, wel hoe!
Scarmoes.
Nou, wilje ’t doen, zo spreek.
Mezetyn met het licht.
Fiat, om niet te teemen,
Ik zal dat heerlyk licht voor deze prys dan neemen.
,,Maar ach! het is zo kort. Och! was ik het weer quyt!
,,Ik ben bedrogen! Maar eer ik het van my smyt,
,,Zal ik een ander weer, indien ik kan, bedotten.
Ha! ha! ik zie nu dat de waereldt is vol zotten!
Het nutste ding, het licht, dat niemand missen kan,
Heb ik byna voor niet! ’k ben een gelukkig man.
Het flikkert in myn hand, gelyk een star in ’t duister.
Wat zou de waereldt zyn, beroofd van zulken luister?
Gelukkig land waar in men schoone kaerssen vindt!
Want daar geen licht schynt, zyn by nacht de menschen blind.
Gille.
Kom aan, ik zal u daar myn erffenis voor geeven.
Mezetyn.
Fiat.
Gille met het licht.
ô kostlyk licht! ô vreugde van ons leven!
,,Maar och, ’t is haast gedaan! ô schelmsche Mezetyn!
,,’k Dacht dat ’t langer was! ô Schurk! ô Arlequyn!
Wat bied jy, Marinet?
Marinette.
Ik zou het niet begeren,
Zo ’t korter wordt, zal ik my aan de vlam bezeeren.
Gille.
Ei bied maar: want het is noch geld waardt.... och! ik brand!
Ik brand! myn poot! och! och! daar leit het uit myn hand!
Het endje kaars valt in de Actien van Arlequyn, die in den brand vliegen.
Arlequyn.
Zie daar nu wat ’er van de Bubbels is te wachten.
Mezetyn.
Onze erffenis te leur! ach! wie had die gedachten!
Kapitano.
Wat zullen wy nu doen? want de Acties zyn niets waard.
Arlequyn.
Wel, helpen graaven in de nieuwe Stichtsche vaart.
Zy dansen een Ballet.
E I N D E
annoyed all day long? probably.
Flickr is annoying me. First it uploads five of this picture, no clue why. THEN I type the description and it doesn't save. Just not my freaking day. Now my phone won't stay connected to the wifi
Walked around Sam's Club & Walmart. Got nail polish, wanted to get amiibo cards but I never can because every single place I go is sold out.
I wanted to vent earlier but I couldn't because I can't word anything. It's a good thing for sarcasm and my laptop, where I can just ignore life.
325 out of 365
We have theses amazing flowers at work from an employee's wedding last week, and I have been adoring them all week. Today after I closed the store I finally got to use them in my 365! I went in the back room and adhered gerber daisy leaves to my face and took as many pictures as I could before they fell off! Then I cross-processed the hell out of the picture for FGR.
I look slightly jaundiced.
FGR-Cross Processing Anonymous
“Ann Epitaph upon the death
of Elice Lealand maid of Ashton
who dyed 29th of August 1663.
and was buryd 30 August att Ashton chappell
being lords day in the Evening and these
verses ware made by Mr. James Woods
Senior and was given me to write out
by hime 15 September 1663
Dear Alice though thy portion was but small
in Riches beauty things terrestriall
yet of the in ward beauty thou hadst share
thy soule adorniments ware both great & rare
w[ha]t others had in out ward garbe and blee
in inward graces was made up to thee
o blessed Saint though though wast poor and meane
thy life was gracious conversation cleane
thou much of heaven hadst of Earth but little
thou hadst the sollid wantedst but the britle
of outward wealth & titles though hadst none
like [Chri]st nor house nor harbor of thy own
thou scarcely hadst an hole to hide thy head
yet wantest not a pallace being dead
dead did I say [tha]t word doth much appalle
my troubled spirits makes my heart to quaile
me thinkes thou art not dead, but still I see
thy lovely visage present to mine e[y]e
thy cheerful countenance I still behold
it seemes to me of more than mortell mold
me thinkes thy lovely lockes & virgin face
thy blessed soul so armed with truth & grace
So fixed in my thoughts do still remaine
thaile never out till I thee see againe
me thinkes I still thy gracious words do heare
humble confessions mixt with godly fear
thy gracious speech without all taunts or nipps
did shew [tha]t grace was powered into thy lips.
thy tongue did still on sacred subjects runn
with them thou Ended and with them begunn
thou hadst a rare and blessed memorie
of sacred things a well stored treasurie
thy gifts ware not discernd nor seene of many
& yet I fear scarce paraleld by any
clear rare perfections hardly could be seene
thine inward worth & virtues lay within
gods holy word to thee was very sweet
when naked w[or]d & naked heart did meete
The wants of nature grace did much supply
& all its Errors sweetly rectifie
grace made thy life & conversation sweete
grace made thee chast[e] pure humble & discreet
the worth & worke of grace appeared in thee
& shined forth in great Excellencie
thy heart was humble thine Effections pure
thy conscience tender judgem[en]t firme & sure
thy smallest slipps did seeme more great to thee
than unto others sins of highest degree
and thou an idle word deplored more
than others some of lyes and oathes a score
yea I have seen thy blubbered Eyes to swell
& teares drop downe as from a fountaine well
when with temptations thou hast beene opprest
Or sight of sine hath brought thee much unrest
but o how full of joy & sweet content
have I thee seene with mirthe & merriment
when faith & hope have gott the victorie
& thou hast overcome triumphantly.
of all conditions thou experience had
& knewest how to joy & to be sadd
yea thou with g[o]d most sweetly did converse
[tha]t it my selfe surpasseth to Expresse
how much of heaven did in thee appeare
whilst thou wast here on Earthe who will declare...”
[From “Diary of Roger Lowe of Ashton-in-Makerfield”, Wigan Archives ref. D/DZ A58]
Saying "Treat!" is the only way I could get them to look at the camera...
Dallas sporting a Hello Yarn Top Down Bonnet, in Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Chunky.
Emma wearing a Baby Skull Cap in Patagonia Nature Cotton.
Details on the blog
This is my new dog, Simon. He's a brindle pitbull I rescued. Simon was left tied onto the outside of a shed in a small community near where I live. He was given no food, water, or shelter and only 3 feet of rope. Thankfully the nice neighbours took the liberty of breaking open the shed door, lengthening his rope and giving him food, water and exercise. Simon was there for one month and 2 days when I met him. He had stopped eating because he was lonely. One look and he was mine. The icing on the cake? The reason the owner left him behind is because his house burned down and he moved into town... How did he survive that fire? Simon woke him up and saved his life. His name was formerly Tiger, but we don't use the T word anymore.
1. for every forest a boogeyman, 2. the joy of flower arranging, 3. by the light of the silvery moo, 4. shotgun, 5. never forget, 6. no good twotimers, 7. transubstantiationicalish, 8. chasing your tail,
9. albino chucklehead, 10. the nicest man you'll never meet, 11. you are here, 12. mute and stabby, 13. world's greatest lunchbox, 14. ..., 15. flickr.com/photos/30983322@N00/2230582340/, 16. I exhale art,
17. steamy bowl of lense fog, 18. girly, 19. all the world loves a clown, 20. you are a witness to this tiny crime, 21. vintage postcard, 22. H E R O D E, 23. the blustery day, 24. love is...double breasted and pink.,
25. pacman, pizza, ass, cannibalism, 26. the great wall, 27. DSC00612, 28. snuggles, 29. Untitled, 30. bag 'em & tag 'em, 31. Charles Nelson Reilly was an existentialist, 32. WALM,
33. the light but not the way, 34. DSC00384, 35. DSC01553, 36. strange pep, 37. perky age, 38. the bait, 39. how the ninjas stole xmas, 40. summer dissected,
41. high concept, 42. Jeff Koons hits the big time, 43. Untitled, 44. the crawling christmas, 45. blender, 46. mmmm, brownies!, 47. fisheye, 48. do NOT walk toward the light,
49. chicken or the egg, 50. Untitled, 51. just a perfect day, 52. I'm not making this shit up, 53. This was the one, the dress that made Don feel whole., 54. damned either way, 55. the bountiful harvest, 56. my new favorite shape,
57. mysterious ways, 58. ride me (baby), 59. trans, 60. welcome to Hong Kong, 61. today is special, 62. the darkness within, 63. doesn't a bear sh*t in the woods?, 64. the ominous shopper,
65. Don knew all too well the power of his organ - and what the ladies would do to him when they caught his act..., 66. more Duchamp actually, 67. I wish I had a title *hick*, 68. what have you done for me lately?, 69. everything is true, nothing is permitted, 70. the house that dripped salsa, 71. scarem ain't a word, 72. secret origins 1978
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
Suspended Animation Classic #492 Originally published May 24, 1998 (#20) (Dates are approximate)
Abe Sapien; Dead or Alive
By Michael Vance
Abe Sapien, 32 pgs., $2.95, Dark Horse/"Drums...": story - Brian McDonald; art - Derek Thompson; "Heads": Mike Mignola/sold in comics shops and by mail.
Abe Sapien is an investigator at the paranormal agency that sends Hellboy on his supernatural adventures. He was not technically born, so Abe must have been plucked from the 1950s because he looks like the Creature From The Black Lagoon.
His "Drums of the Dead" reads like a well-written and illustrated '50s "Creature Feature" on late night television. It is based on the old belief that sharks still haunt the sea lanes to America where slaves were thrown overboard in the 19th century.
It and its backup feature are both predictable but entertaining.
Like a frustrating kiss goodnight, that second story is too brief to be more than creepy.
The art paints its somber mood on an old Asian myth about vampires. "Heads" features Hellboy (creator Mignola's de-homed "Hot Stuff The Tuff Little Devil").
Abe Sapien is recommended.
-- Michael Vance
Dead or Alive #1, First of 4 parts, 20 pgs., $2.50, Dark Horse/script: Tatjana; illustrations: Alberto Ponticelli/sold in comics shops and by mail.
Black humor is satiric, not comedic, and exaggerates ugliness. Of the good and the bad, Dead or Alive is indeed ugly.
It isn't plot ugly. Aliens invade an Earth not worth invading. But plot is not the focus of satire.
It isn't word ugly. Dialog is crisp and minimal. There is much creative, well-written insight into some aspects of the films, comics and television parodied by this title.
It isn't art ugly. Its art is among the best in comics.
'Tis its ultra-violence and nuditv that makes any recommendation here reluctant. Life is more than sex, violence and drugs. Hopefully, creators will discover the rich fields of family, politics, religion, work, and other forms of entertainment that remain relatively untapped in comic books.
-- Michael Vance
I love Rafiki, how he is so wise and loves the younger ones and wants them to do gooooood. I didn't word that correctly, but I hope it is understandable. Rafiki is like the boss in Miami Ink, si?
My favorite scene in the movie is when he is in the tree, when he smells Simba's scent, cracks open the melon, sits and thinks, then gets so excited, jumping up and saying "Simba! He's alive!"
Yes.
Sometimes I just watch that part, alone.
God reminds me of the scene; then the scene reminds of God. The Father Heart of God. My God, My Father.
BINGO!!! BEE-BOP!!!! GOD SAVES THE BEST WINE FOR LAST!!! don't forget Him
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(c) All Rights Reserved, do not copy/save or use this photo without consent or permission from Philip Rood.
And, at the rate they are going, may never have! If you are ever a visitor to Edinburgh, do not mention the 't' word. This is the French version seen in Reims.
This guy was in the botanic gardens and didn't word fly around canberra about that .... australia's largest owl, this one about 2feet tall ... these are described as uncommon and requiring large territories of approx 1-6 square miles to support a breeding pair
these shots not so good, taken handheld with a 3.5kg lens on but better shots of this fellow are at:
Caspar Bowden presents
" Reflections on Mistrusting Trust: how Policy & People use the T-word in Opposite Senses"
"Tell me something that’ll save me,
I need a man who makes me alright,
just tell me when it's alright.
Tell me something that'll change me
I'm gonna love you with my hands tied
Show me your teeth..."
I just recently discovered that, about a year or so ago, Lady Gaga did an interview with MTV about the story or meanings behind her songs on the Fame Monster. After which those clips, it made me respect her even more than I already did. And I had A LOT of respect already, so I was surprised that i could gain even more :)
Here's the link in case anyone who hasn't seen it wants to watch the clips: www.mtv.com/videos/news/458782/what-is-the-monster-in-so-...
So according to the video, Teeth has 2 connotations: Sex and Fear of the Truth. The interesting thing was that a couple months back, my friend Meg and I had a long conversation about how the meaning of this song was about finding truth through sex. I thought she had perceived this on her own and was extremely impressed, but now I think she saw the videos before I did. :P
Anywho, my interpretation of 'Teeth' is not as intense as "sex and fear of the truth". My struggle is I easily fall into the trap of constantly feeling like I need to be reassured by people (or sometimes, a certain person). And sometimes I will portray myself in the wrong light to gain that reassurance. And I always know, deep down, that the attention I gain is never satisfying and it's REALLY wrong, but I become so self-conscious without it. I guess the parallel the 'Sex' in 'Teeth' is my immoral portrayals. (I feel like I didn't word that, but I hope I'm making a little bit of sense :( )
My 'Fear of the Truth' is my conscious telling me that my "portrayals" are not right and they don't strength my relationship with God. I know everything I do should be for Him, but sometimes I get so caught up in my own fears and worries that I turn my back on the One who truly loves me for me, not for some facade I create.
Wow, that was a looong explanation. I'm sorry for being so wordy :(
Here's the song link and I'll shut my mouth :) :
'Come here, honey.' She says to you in that other-motherly, creepy old voice. There is a squeak in her voice, as if she had just gobbled down a few dormice.
'Would you like for your fortune to be told?' She points a finger at you with her pointer which is embroidered in jewels and rubies galore.
'Just a small price to pay for your fortune, little boy.' She smiles that eerie smile of hers, exposing a gold-capped tooth. She winks at you and begs you to come nearer.
'Come on honey, you won't need to pay more than a centavo. Trust me.' Erector pilli start to crawl across your body. She gives off this sense of uneasiness.
'All I need is a drop of your blood to tell your fortune. Go on, that's a good little boy. Just a little prick. Just lay it on this piece of paper. (Do it, and I'll have your youth. Do it and I'll have your sweet sweet soul.)' She doesn't word out the last two sentences. Not really.
Having read enough neil gaimanesque stories, you know more than to trust their sort.
Good for you.
And you run away.