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The stacked, terraced dilapidated flats of Mongkok are beautiful. I'm vaguely reminded of Gustav Mahler, who I am told composed his music in slabs, although compared to old houses in China these Mongkok apartment buildings have an excess of glass (but too little lighting that's visible from the street) that's part of what makes them so wonderful. I prefer the older 3-4 story buildings with fluorescent lighting. The visual stacked effect of the building allows for this camera design to be made up of many cameras in a similar stacked disorganized fashion.
Camera features:
- exterior modeled on a building on Shanghai Street.
- rooftop haiku-styled camera sight (versus a vf) made with bamboo, netting, and cellphone towers.
- a central haiku-styled gap viewfinder
- levels for SLR, rangefinder and pinhole units which offset the lightweight plastic housing materials used. Windows open for the lens. Paper fragments and tape is used for filters and hoods.
- strap and carrying handle made of telephone cable wire and bamboo-simulated scaffolding.
- hvac units contain focusing mechanisms for the cameras as well as internal viewfinders to selected floors where one can peer inside to see various single-room occupancy units.
- clotheslines, garments, plants are provided with rubber cement to decorate the exterior as you please.
- both incandescent and fluorescent units for lighting the ground floor bakeries and upper tenement housing floors.
Design, text and drawing are copyright 2014 by David Lo.
Orrie Hitt - Sins of Flesh
(Original Title: Devil in the Flesh)
Kozy Books K94, 1960
Cover Artist: Ser Leone
"I tried to stop...
I was still married...
It wasn't right...
I'll be careful..."
"Cozy up with Kozy Books."
Nepal, Kathmandu, Swayambhunath, 2012 | 1/800 sec, f/1.8, ISO 160, FL 24 mm
Примерно двенадцать лет требуется современным филологам, чтобы полностью изучить грамматику санскрита, по праву считающимся самым древним и самым сложным языком мира.
Для приверженцев современной теории исторического развития человеческого общества будет сложно свыкнуться с мыслью, что более шести тысяч лет назад «дикарские», как повелось думать, племена, населявшие районы нынешней Индии и Ирана, говорили на языке, в котором насчитывается 8 падежей; три числа: единственное, двойственное и множественное (двойственное число наиболее актуально для обозначения частей человеческого тела, например «глаза» в русском языке во множественном числе, в санскрите же – в двойственном, если только не подразумевается третий глаз, медитативный); три рода: мужской, женский и средний.
Склонения в санскрите распадаются по типам на склонения существительных, оканчивающихся на гласный, на согласный, односложные и многосложные, на тематические и атематические и т.д. Глаголы делятся на 10 классов по типу образования спрягаемой основы. Имеется два залога, действительный и средний. В санскрите десять времен и наклонений, производные глагольные основы. Так же, как и для существительных, у глаголов есть три числа для трех лиц.
Все книги Ведического канона составлены на этом языке. Первым санскритским филологом, чье имя сохранила для нас история, был Панини, который сумел так систематизировать правила языка в коротких афоризмах, что до сих пор его метод является самым простым и успешным для укрощения этого филологического монстра. Изначально все знание Вед передавалось из уст в уста, вот почему первые письменные памятники ведической культуры датируются «лишь» 3000 годом до н.э..
Прославленный составитель и редактор Вед, Шрила Вьясадева, записал все Веды, Пураны, Махабхарату, после чего, по наказу своего духовного учителя Нарады Муни, подарил миру «Шримад-Бхагаватам», ставший комментарием на его же «Веданта-сутру», философское произведение, где раскрывается природа Абсолютной Истины. Письменность санскрита носит название «деванагари», что значит «почерк полубогов». Именно этим шрифтом, как гласит предание, пользуются на высших планетах нашей вселенной.
Санскрит по праву считается праязыком, от которого произошли языки различных народов мира, в том числе и русский. Сходству наиболее близких к санскриту хинди и бенгали с русским удивлялся еще Афанасий Никитин, который, находя много общих слов, без труда общался с индусами.
Cut-paper postcard created for the swapbot swap: "C+P Stripes."
A change of pace for me: just random imagery. I pulled out five scraps that happened to be on my work table: art deco design, robots, photo of red amaryllis, strawberries, and newspaper mélange, and cut them into strips. Then I used a random number generator to determine what order they'd be pasted down in. I do like randomness!
Text sheet created for a tutorial.
If used, please link credit with a link back to this page & add your image to my group here, thank you
this was taken before one of the most traumatic things i have ever experienced happened to me. today, before 6:56 pm, was the most amazing day all year. i saw people i haven't seen in near a year. i went back and did things i haven't done in near a hear. i smiled and meant it. i loved and meant it. it was amazing. i would relive today from the hours of 12:30 until 4:30 everyday of my life if i could. i laughed. a lot. i cried. a little. and it was amazing. today was the best day all year. i didn't deserve a day as amazing as this one. i know i didn't. but i got it. and i couldn't be more thankful that this opportunity was put on my plate. there's some stuff going on right now with my younger sister. too much for me. put a dent in my perfect day. but no day is perfect i guess. a big thank you to sophie for being there for me today.
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This is a Cover of a holiday brochure from 1952 advertising South Shields and Marsden Bay.
Reference: DX1377/1/1
This photograph is part of a set that has been created to celebrate the opening of South Tyneside Council’s new leisure centre, Haven Point, on 28 October. It focuses in particular on life along the foreshore at South Shields during the 1950s but also includes a few images from further down the coast.
South Shields has long been a popular seaside resort and also has a proud industrial heritage. Times have changed, though, and many of the old industries such as shipbuilding and coal mining have disappeared. Rather than stand still and accept this change in fortunes, South Tyneside Council is pressing ahead with an ambitious vision to transform the Foreshore, Town Centre and Riverside areas into vibrant destinations. Haven Point is a key part of this change.
Tyne & Wear Archives and South Tyneside Local Studies Library have a vital role to play in this. As South Shields is regenerated and forever changed the Archives and Local Studies serve as its memory. We keep alive a window into the town’s past, preserving the history of people, places and industries that no longer exist. South Shields must look forward but its sense of direction will be lost if it forgets where it came from.
These images, together with a fantastic selection from South Tyneside Local Studies Library, can be seen in a digital exhibition at Haven Point. You can also see images from the Local Studies Library online at www.southtynesideimages.org.uk/.
A Blog on this collection of images can be read here
(Copyright) We're happy for you to share these digital images within the spirit of The Commons. Please cite 'Tyne & Wear Archives & Museums' when reusing. Certain restrictions on high quality reproductions and commercial use of the original physical version apply though; if you're unsure please email archives@twmuseums.org.uk
As seen at the Guggenhein, New York City.
A composite of two images, one is the descriptive text as seen in the Lobby of the Picasso exhibit and the other is a shot of the ceiling, both images were converted to B&W. The text was layered over an inverse shot of the text and then masked along the diagonal, a bit of erasing yielded the split text layer. This was then layered over the the ceiling shot and blended. I then flipped the ceiling shot and pasted the text image composite back in. I was pleased with the graphic look. (Of course.) But then, I could always do more. :)
At the time this sign was first hung I would guess the combination of offerings did not mean the same thing as a viewer might conclude today. Selling drugs and alcohol! The sign likely dates from the 50s. Downtown Beatrice, Nebraska.
Fun booklet on how to fight fatigue.
More info & images blogged at No Barcode Blog »
Photo: Javier García
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*Happy birthday!* ( a Bioshock fanfic)
*Anarchy Writer* (2012)
Earl blinked. His vision was blurry as water dropped from a leak in the ceiling, arousing him from his sleep. He struggled to his feet and screamed. He was the monster of Rapture. He was a Big Daddy! Earl was wearing a thin diving suit with shoulder guards and knee and elbow pads that had multicolored tubes inserted in them from a pack in his back, he looked in a a pool he was wearing a gas mask like helmet with two glowing portholes where his eyes were. He backed up and looked at his hands on one was a fingerless glove with the palm exposed on the other hand was a heavy gauntlet with spiked knuckles strangely in place of the bulky drill. He looked around he didn't seem much tall and he was a lot more agile then most Daddies.
"What...? What Happened to me?"
He walked over to a table with a syringe and a Revolver he looked at the Syringe which a tag hanging off.
ELECTRO BOLT! CONTROL THE POWER OF THUNDER WITH A SNAP OF YOUR FINGERS
REMEMBER DON'T BE A DOLT USE ELECTRO BOLT!
Earl hated needles but it seemed like the only smart thing to do. He closed his eyes and jammed the needle into his exposed palm, for an instant nothing happened then suddenly Earl feel to his knees. His head felt like it had been electrocuted, every cell popped then reformed the pain most emanated from his right hand, He looked at the smoking flesh and saw electricity crackle. Earl allowed himself a smile, took the revolver and walked out of the room. He thought for a second then remembered he had been going to rapture for his Birthday when he and his sister were kidnapped now he was...This. He kept walking when he heard whispering.
"I told you you was wrong!"
"I'm not THE NUMBERS NEVER LIE!"
"Shush! Here it comes!"
Earl slowly walked towards the door and kicked it open. When he saw nothing he turned both ways, left and right. Nothing. He kept walking when something dropped behind him he whirled around as a woman with no nose or mouth swung with hooks at him, Grabbing her arm Earl slammed the barrel against her forehead and pulled the trigger. Her brain exploding from her skull with a sickening crunch. Earl looked at the dead body, He had always hated Splicers freaks of nature he walked over looking for the second voice when he felt a sharp pain on his hand. Looking down, He saw a large wasp about three inches long perched on his palm. As he swatted it away He looked up at at a Splicer wearing a lab coat who was hurriedly injecting a plasmid into his arm which was covered with boils, Earl aimed with his revolver but the man blasted a swarm of the wasps distracting him causing Earl to stumble back waving his arms blindly in hopes of swatting the wasps when he tripped and smashed through a window, letting the thick sea water flood into the hallway. He floated through the hallway, Struggling. His lungs were on fire. His mind was going black. Forcing his mouth open for air he realized he could breathe, he slowly trudged through the flooded cavern when he saw the Splicer who attacked with the wasps struggling for air.He grabbed it by it's neck and twisted, breaking it.The man still flailed wildly, Earl twisted again ripping the entire head from it's shoulders he scowled at the mutated head in his hand and crushed it,
"Scumbag."
He kept walking for what felt like hours when he came to a room. A door slammed shut behind him as the water drained into grates below him, He inspected the electric arcs between his fingers and opened the door and walked into what seemed to be an amusement park a little girl in a blue dress was running past him when a splicer grabbed her and threw her to the ground,
"MISTER BUBBLES! HELP!"
The Splicer raised his wrench to strike but Earl was behind him he grabbed his arm put his hand on the Splicer's shoulder and ripped it off. the Splicer turned and tried to run but Earl shot him in the back of his head blowing his brains all over a cut out of a clown. Earl walked over to the girl.
"Hey? you okay?"
"Mister Bubbles?"
"Who?"
A loud groan sounded through the area Earl turned
"What was that!?!"
The girl smiled.
"Mister Bubbles."
Earl turned to see a large hunched over creature with multiple portholes coming out with glowing red. for one hand it had a massive drill. Earl slowly backed away the creature groaned and charged Earl slamming into him. Earl felt the wind leave his body as he was smashed into a wall he looked up to see the creature swing towards him with it's drill. Earl rolled out of the way and shot the creature in the head with his revolver before kicking it .unfazed the creature grabbed him by his leg and smashed him into the wall then swung with the side of his drill hitting with a crack. Earl felt several Ribs ache as he was sent face first into the ground. Earl turned and looked at the glass ceiling. he took his revolver and fired, breaking the glass on a panel and causing water to gush down on the creature causing it to look up quizzically Earl took that time to blast it as much as possible with Electro-Bolt. the creature stumbled and collapsed flailing as the Brain sent a few last signals to it's limbs Earl walked over to the corpse and kicked it to see if it was alive. the girl rushed over and started crying at the sight of the creature. Earl looked at the girl.
"Uh, You need to get out of here!"
The room was filled with shouts of Splicers, Earl weighed his options. He didn't have enough ammo and using Electricity would fry him too, due to the water on the ground. Either way, he was dead!