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With a bandana
This is not a scrunchie! Although scrunchies are “cool” again, I’m just no on board. I wrapped a bandana around my bun, but, honestly, it looks like a scrunchie.
Working from home, I feel a bit braver with trying new hairstyles. Today it was a top knot embellished with a bandana. I was not a fan.
Poncho, Mossimo (thrifted). Turtleneck, A New Day. Jeans, Levis. Boots, Steve Madden.
sony nex 5 lente Carl Zeiss 24mm f1,8 SEL
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"Un artista è attratto da certi tipi di forme senza saperne il motivo. Prima adotto una posizione per istinto, e solo in un secondo tempo cerco di razionalizzarla o anche di giustificarla."
"Bisogna descrivere qualcosa di molto locale, di molto circoscritto, qualcosa che si conosce benissimo, per poter essere capiti da tutti. Io mi sono convinto che devo essere parrocchiale, nel senso di profondamente, religiosamente legato alla mia realtà, per poter essere universale."
"Credo che l'arte debba dare all'uomo momenti di felicità, un rifugio di esistenza straordinaria, parallela a quella quotidiana. Invece gli artisti oggi preferiscono lo shock e credono che basti provocare scandalo. La povertà dell'arte contemporanea è terribile, ma nessuno ha il coraggio di dire che il re è nudo."
"Nell'arte il segreto per crescere è confrontarsi. Un'esposizione in un museo è una opportunità per confrontare un'opera con un'altra che è sempre la migliore lezione di pittura. Occorrono occhi freschi, liberi da ogni pregiudizio. Fortunatamente l'arte ha una grande dote, quella di essere inesauribile. È un processo senza fine, nel quale non si smette mai di imparare".
Fernando Botero .
Three years ago, at BrickCon 2014, LEGO unveiled the UCS Slave I. As soon as the curtain was pulled off, I saw the canopy and I knew that I HAD to build the ALIEN.
I had no idea just what I was in for. Countless late nights tinkering, hours hunting parts in Bricks and Minifigs and on Bricklink, 4 conventions in various forms of it's evolution, and 2 trophies later... Here we are.
I'll start by answering a few of the common questions:
I'd love to build the whole thing someday. Of course, but it won't be anytime soon unless someone pays me ;)
Flex tube, lots of it. The curved ribbed segments that aren't hoses are all stacked dishes, threaded over flex tubing. (if anyone has an extra 40L black flex tube they want to give me, I promise it'll go into making a full-size ALIEN eventually!)
The skull was the hardest part. Getting it to fit inside the canopy was a trial of invention and determination, 'if one note is off...' Of course, the retractable jaw was difficult, too. It functioned slightly better originally, but needed tweaks for accuracy, scale, and ease of operation. It moves on one of the old space-police lockup rails hidden inside the mouth.
The final piece that allowed me to sculpt the back of the head and the ribs was the balloon part in black, utterly perfect for this build.
It's been an amazing journey, so I thank all of you out there for your encouragement as I went along. Special thanks to those of you who helped me with parts sourcing, Jason Ruff, Bricks and Minifigs, the LEGO Store at Washington Square mall, and my wife for letting me buy them!
I am offering 2 commissions to the highest offer, and possible future instructions down the road if you want one for yourself.
Be warned though, this thing was a nightmare to construct, more frightening to build than it EVER was on screen.... And I saw it when I was 8...... What keeps you up at night?
In space....no one can hear you step on a LEGO.
Arbre de Vie
On me demande parfois ce que fait un prêtre en dehors de la messe.
Ces premiers jours de janvier, par exemple:
Célébrer la messe en clinique psychiatrique, le cœur saisi d'amour pour ces personnes dont le visage et les mains, l'habit et la posture disent tant: l'éducation, la famille, la vie d'avant, parfois réussie et brillante avant le drame que l'on se gardera de scruter ou d'imaginer.
Quitter la clinique pour rejoindre une femme dont le mari est mort quelques heures auparavant en tenant la main de leur fille. Retrouver l'accueil du beau chien et écouter la veuve nous faire le récit des derniers jours et derniers instants de son amour. Admirer la foi de cette femme et voir arriver une autre fille qui, avec son mari et leurs enfants vient prier le chapelet auprès de l’aïeul défunt, digne et beau sur son lit. Quitter la chambre mortuaire et descendre des coteaux pour rejoindre, par les embouteillages, Toulouse et son quartier Saint Pierre, bourdonnant d’étudiant.
Adorer, confesser, célébrer et passer ma soirée hebdomadaire au milieu de ces étudiants qui me stimulent et rajeunissent. Et me donnent tellement envie de transmettre ce que j’ai reçu comme je recevai à leur âge de mes aumôniers bordelais.
Célébrer en Ehpad avec des anciens fervents au regard lumineux tandis que d’autres membres de l’assemblée dorment ou peinent à simplement lever la tête.
Recueillir une confession qui avait attendu près de 50 ans ans et donner ce pardon qui donne « plus de joie dans le ciel que pour 99 justes qui restent justes. » Lc 15, 7
Accueillir un couple en préparation au mariage et entendre celle qui ne se souvient même pas du « Je vous salue Marie » se rappeler soudain la réponse immédiate de la Vierge lorsque rendant visite à son père dans le coma à l’hôpital, elle tourna son cœur vers Marie en ultime recours. Et d’évoquer la stupéfaction des médecins et du personnel lorsqu’il virent le père sortir de son coma et se lever de son lit pour marcher dans le couloir: retour à la vie.
Rencontrer une famille de voyageurs (gitans) inconsolables de la mort de leur enfant il ya trente ans et prendre rendez-vous pour chasser quelques mauvais esprits chez les ferrailleurs.
Réfléchir, méditer et prier avec des octogénaires au corps fatigué mais à l’esprit vif et à la jeunesse de cœur de ceux qui sont jeunes depuis plus longtemps que nous.
Passer deux heures par zéro degré auprès de nos frères et sœurs prostituées, travestis, trans. Ecouter D. qui a reçu une balle de revolver de son petit ami, qu'elle est bien obligée de revoir depuis sa sortie de prison puisqu'il est le père de leur ado. Chanter "Porque te vas" avec M. qui rentre en Argentine. Rire et prier avec P. , la trans joyeuse et confiante en Dieu Écouter et bénir, rire et chanter au milieu des camions et faire ainsi fleurir un bouquet d’amitié sur le béton de la ville.
Intervenir dans trois groupes de collégiens et lycéens dans la même soirée, séparés par 10km de virages et se réjouir de l’enthousiasme des uns, de la patience et la fidélité des autres. Joie de les accompagner et surtout d’encourager leurs catéchistes.
Soutenir par mails, WhatsApp, sms et coup de téléphone des malades, des anciens ou actuels paroissiens, des personnes endeuillées, dépressives ou suicidaires.
Se réunir en visio, parce qu’Omicron fait un macro ravage, avec les couples animant notre École des Couples.
Visiter un autre défunt (troisième visite de ce type en ce temps de Noël) mort au domicile de son fils: admirer la piété du père et du fils, l’amour de la belle-fille. Parler mode avec les petites-filles du défunt et mécanique avec le petit-fils à la Peugeot customisée.
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30844 crawls up to Ainley Top under the M62 and through the short tunnel on the A629 with a 503 for Huddersfield. For years and years buses have struggled up this torturous hill....not all have made it. I was pleased with this picture as i was expecting the bus to be on the nearside lane which buses often use, the lack of traffic was a bonus. 9th August 2012
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When I was walking through the inner city suburbs on my way to visit my lovely friend last week I came across this building in one of the business streets. The bottom was a liquor store, which I thought was funny. I just loved how old it looked and the history I am sure it has. Thats one of the things I am most looking forward to about England and Europe - all the history and architecture. I'm getting excited!!
Top lighting clear glass with white stippled decoration. I added the knight with the horse in the center
♦ Sessão fotográfica da modelo: LETÍCIA ENNE.
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♦ Local: Trilha para o Açude e a Cachoeira do Camorim no Reservatórios da CEDAE em Jacarepaguá, zona oeste do Rio de Janeiro com a presença da fotógrafa e amiga SÔNIA FLEMING / sfleming2. Foi um dia inesquecível. Obrigadooo!!!
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I pieced the label into the front of the quilt because I really liked the idea of the cool label (which represents opening a can of whoop arse on trudy).
Now, seeing it in the photo, I'm not sure. What do you think??? I need to decide quickly which way to go. The label is staying. Thanks for all of the input!
Blogged here.
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Trudy's Arse Kicking Quilt collaborative
I couldn't make this quilt alone. More than 58 quilters from three countries donated more than 200 blocks to make this quilt come together. The quilt is a blanket of prayers that will be given to a 32 year old friend who was just diagnosed with stage 4 colo-rectal cancer last month and started chemo two weeks ago today.
You can read my 'call for help' to make this quilt here.
I'm sure even though most are pretty invisible I know I'm not the only trans girl in my community but believe it or not lol I'm certainly the most visible and if the subject is mentioned I expect people mention me as the town's tranny. Well I certainly don't pull my punches because I just get on with life and wear what I want like this little red skater-dress. Somehow if one makes themselves visible people seem to not notice and even bother, indeed even much less than if it dumbed down as then they might show their suspicion. I often look in the shop glass reflection or out of the corner of my eye and very few people peer across and if they do it's probably more bewilderment than disdain. It does surprise me though how I do get away with it sometimes, I think it's partly because nothing is the same any more and they have better things to worry about and also it's rude and uncool to react or stare. I wouldn't call mine a friendly town but people aren't nasty either and tend to just leave one alone.