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Erica Chenoweth delivered the 2015 Josh Rosenthal Education Fund Lecture on “Why civil resistance works: Strategic alternatives to violence in the 21st century.” She made her remarks on Wednesday, September 10, 2015 in the Annenberg Auditorium at Joan and Sanford Weill Hall.
Chenoweth is an internationally recognized authority on political violence and its alternatives. Her pathbreaking research on the effectiveness of nonviolent resistance has earned her numerous distinctions for “proving Gandhi right.” Foreign Policy magazine ranked her among the Top 100 Global Thinkers of 2013. She also won the 2014 Karl Deutsch Award, given annually by the International Studies Association to the scholar under 40 who has made the most significant impact on the field of international politics or peace research.
This lecture was supported by the Gerald R. Ford School of Public Policy's Josh Rosenthal Education Fund. The Fund was created in memory of Josh Rosenthal, a 1979 U-M graduate who died at the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. The fund supports lectures, research, and student internships that encourage public discussion and greater understanding of changes in the world since 9/11.
More information: fordschool.umich.edu/events/2015/erica-chenoweth
From The Archives - On a cold winters day, mid 2015 (I think), Chris (a.k.a. MoiVous) and myself went on a road trip to an old railway yard in country South Australia.
We walked around the perimeter peaking through the fence until common sense prevailed and we walked back to our cars.
On our walk back, we got approached. "What are you doing here?".
We plied our case, just a couple of middle aged men have a bit of a sticky beak, which followed with a "I suppose you can come in and have a look".
These are a handful of images taken on my Bronica SQAi. I suspect the film was Ilford FP4+
i think i've discussed the whole rocket ride thing before.... anyway, this was the first one i tried that didn't look like a wonky door....
You think I am a doll. A doll that's pink and light. A doll you can arrange any way you like. You're wrong. Very wrong. What you think of me is only a ghost of time. I am dangerous. And I will show you just how dark I can be.
Think jigs don't work? think again! Dan McRorie shows us all how it's done with this nice grouper from Australia. Thanks, Dan, for this great picture!
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if any of you are unaware, the northeast had just been smacked by an intense blizzard. this was one of the top 6 biggest to ever occur in new york state. i've been thinking a lot about summer lately and decided to post this, taken back in july while traveling upstate. summer 2011, where are you?
I think that this is a solitary bee, perhaps a leaf cutter bee. It had excavated a hole down the side of this flower pot. It is about the size of a honey bee, even looking a bit like one, and rather dull in appearance. When it entered the hole, I noticed that the rear end of it's underbody was almost white, perhaps from pollen.
But think: your mooth, ma wurds, collaboration! She’ll melt, she’ll no resist that conflagration!
CYRANO DE BERGERAC
12 October - 3 November 2018
A co-production with Citizens Theatre and National Theatre of Scotland
Find out more: lyceum.org.uk/cyranodebergerac
Photography: Tim Morozzo
A passionate comedy of love, war and noses.
The hugely romantic Cyrano de Bergerac is given a Caledonian heart in a new production of Edwin Morgan’s legendary Scots translation directed by Citizens Theatre Artistic Director Dominic Hill.
The swashbuckling and flamboyant Cyrano has a personality as large as his nose but it’s this facial carbuncle that prevents him from revealing his love for Roxane. He lends his poetic skills instead to the more outwardly handsome Christian, who wins Roxane’s heart through his passionate ghost-written letters.
Through the years, Cyrano continues to put quill to parchment, risking his life in the process, to express his true feelings for the woman who sees him only as a rambunctious uncle until it’s almost too late…
An epic ensemble of actors and musicians use Morgan’s potent Scots verse to create a fresh take on this enduringly popular classic, first seen in a legendary production by Communicado 25 years ago. Brian Ferguson (A Number) plays the irresistible title character, while Tom Piper (Rhinoceros) designs a breath-taking set, with costumes from iconic British fashion designer Pam Hogg.
CAST
Maggie Bain Valvert / Ensemble
Nalini Chetty Le Bret / Ensemble
Malcolm Cumming Ensemble
George Drennan Ensemble / Musician
Brian Ferguson Cyrano de Bergerac
Keith Fleming De Guiche / Ensemble
Jessica Hardwick Roxane / Ensemble
Bhav Joshi Ensemble
Scott Mackie Christian / Ensemble
Isobel McArthur Ensemble / Musician
Samuel Pashby Ensemble / Musician
Gabriel Quigley Ragueneau / Ensemble
Anna Russell-Martin Ensemble
Ewan Somers Ensemble / understudy for the role of Cyrano de Bergerac
CREATIVE TEAM
Dominic Hill Director
Tom Piper Set Designer
Pam Hogg Costume Designer
Lizzie Powell Lighting Designer
Nikola Kodjabashia Composer and Sound Designer
Kally Lloyd-Jones Movement Director
Renny Krupinski Fight Director
Jean Sangster Voice Coach
Joanna Bowman Assistant Director
James Gardner Lighting Associate
Guy Coletta Associate Sound Designer
Laura Donnelly CDG Casting Director
www.myspace.com/thinkbigpa | Pocono Summit, Pa
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This was probably the best shoot I've ever had. The band was really cool, and way fun. The ideas they had were really funny and we all had a great time, with lots of laughs and giggles. Check them out, they're a great bunch of guys with a whole mess of talent!
Strobist:
AB800 shot through Softbox camera left and above
AB800 shot bare behind
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Upon reching this place, I recall sitting still for minutes to absorb the place a bringing myself to reality that I have finally made it to my dream destination. I cannot think any place else that can top this.
mutual cuddles and affections.
outside kitty has grown exponentially affectionate.
he won't eat until he's had his cuddles and pettings.
i still don't know what to call him.
he doesn't really respond to anything, but in my mind
he'll always be "band-aid".
in other news, not a day goes by where i don't think of my other kitty.
it's become easier, but yesterday, a sympathy card from the vet reminded me.
as a sweet and sentimental gesture, they included a clay circle that had
Rocky's name imprinted on it with a generic paw print in the middle.
my initial feelings were: you have no right to send me this generic nonsense.
why do people do this? because with that token, and that card came flooding back
all the memories of Rocky's last day on this planet. they way i held him as he died.
how light and hollow his lifeless body felt, and how i kissed his soul-less head
for the last time before burying him. the feeling of just how limp he was, still warm - yet
gone forever. and the overwhelming feeling of wanting to just stand there holding
him forever, unable to let go completely just yet.
the image of his body lying in the ground is burned into my memory.
and while most of the time my thoughts of him are the happier ones,
receiving a card from the very veterinary clinic that helped me end his life became suddenly
overwhelming. it hasn't even been a full month yet, but i miss my little buddy so very much.
i still step wide over his favorite sleeping spots, or think that movements i see out of the
corner of my eye are him, or worst of all - expect him to be laying by the door waiting for
me when i come home.
after wrestling with these thoughts, i decided that they honestly didn't mean any harm
by it. it's good business after all, and all the signatures on the card were real and not
printed - so that means something, right?
i put the token on my bookshelf, next to the photo of Miss Sweetie Pie and
the snippet of Rocky's fur that i clipped just before his final hours.
a few minutes and a million thoughts later, i grabbed a can of cat food for outside kitty.
when i opened the door, i took one step and opened my mouth ready to call out to him -
but there he was. sitting outside the door, already waiting.
when he saw me he jumped up and meowed loudly whilst rubbing against my legs.
i dumped the food out for him, but he didn't go for it immediately.
instead he rolled around in front of me baring his belly, jumping up on occasion
to head butt my kneecaps. i sat down next to him and we enjoyed each other's
company for about fifteen minutes. i always know when he's hungry, but as i said
earlier, he doesn't eat until we've had "our time". sometimes i have to instruct him
as to when "our time" is over by picking him up, giving him kisses and scritches as
diagrammed in the photo above, and setting him next to his food.
i don't know where he came from, but i think i know why.
he is beautiful, and amazing, and so affectionate.
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T4G and the NBITC presented a day with some of North America’s leading Big Data thinkers, doers, and innovators on January 24th, 2013 in Saint John, New Brunswick.
The theme was how data science is driving economic and technological change, and how the implications are limitless for the private and public sector.
We brought together emerging data science innovators from Atlantic Canada and across North America for a day of open conversation to explore what big data means for our communities, and how it is reshaping business. Check out leadingthinkers.T4G.com for more information
I think we're a bit jealous of the Lego master builders who replicated the $284,745 McLaren 720 S and its 212 mph top speed into a full featured toy version. Using more than 21,000 pieces we're elated to have witnessed this McLaren Orange work of art in person at the McLaren party during Monterey Car Week at Bernardus Lodge. Brilliant!
think i did that to Crewe as i just herd the train i was waiting for had entangled itself in the wires near Bletchley and the fun and games had started :)
Venturing back into the world of HDR, I think I'm finally starting to figure out the whole process. I'm really happy with the way this one turned out!
Remember, remember the fifth of November. Although I cant remember what is was we were supposed to remember.
Oh yeah, celebrate the fact Parliament WASN'T blown up.
At the end of the week when the Government again tried to subvert both democracy and Parliament, I think another go might be due.
But it was Friday, and that means the end of the week and the weekend coming over the horizon.
It was a glorious day, and the one thing I was sure of was that I had to go to the village shop to get some milk as there was only enough in the house for a couple of brews.
I had some chasing to do and two townhall meetings to sit through.
FML.
Oddly, I was hungry, so was having breakfast even before Jools left for work, but feeling much better after eating.
It is the end of the 3rd quarter results. Mixed results from the COO and from a certain auditor.
I have to chase one of the factories for actions, and then log it on our former company's systems, which IT have, despite being asked not to, turned it into a "read only" resource.
Wankers.
So, I do the best I can, upload evdence, and move on.
I do walk to the village shop. It was cold, but very sunny, so I put on my coat and take a bag to put the milk in.
Down the hill past the drive along which the conrete mixers have to reverse down, as the new house was having its foundations laid, so there was a large vacuum cleaner thing to spread the mix around.
I walk by, looking at the wild flowers, mostly yarrow, still blooming at the beginning of November.
There is no limit as to how many people in the shop now, and those of us inside do wear a mask. I get the milk and consider some crisps and/or an ice cream, but decide against it.
I walk back home to be in time for the second townhall meeting, during which I try to concentrate.
And as soon as that finishes, I switch the laptop off, by which time Jools was back home.
THe weekend had entered the chat.
An event had popped up on Facebook, a beer and food tasting event at a micopub in Walmer I hadn't been in, so I drove over to see if there were any tickets left.
The Freed Man is on the main road, and is run my another former Armourer, although he was a Navy one. And he had a second career in the survey industry after that too.
I pay for my place on the evening event, and as I was there, try a beer. A vanilla stout, which was so nice, I have another half. We chat a lot and it is a fine way to spend an hour, but i have to get back home as Jools had a physio session booked, and I had the music quiz to take part in.
I drive back, and Jools takes the car and drives to Martinvale.
My head is spinning, and I have said I will cook burgers for dinner. I also think it was a good idea to open the big bottle of whisky infused tripel to go with dinner.
Looking back, not sure how wise that was, as the beer was 11.7%.
But I open it, drink half with dinner, once Jools had come back after being pumelled.
I struggle to stay awake for the rest of the evening, which was spent watching the Sudbury v Colchester local derby cup tie.
I make it to half time, and then go to bed.
Washington State Law Enforcement Memorial Foundation President Brian Johnston opposes isthmus building height rezone.
The area pictured here is the Washington State Law Enforcement Memorial. It overlooks Capitol Lake, and Budd Inlet, and an area of land between the two waters, which is known as the Isthmus. In Olympia, Washington the isthmus is widely regarded, if not commonly regarded, as a sacred space. It is the heart of Olympia. It is where the fresh water of the Deschutes River meets the deep waters of Budd Inlet and the Puget Sound - and eventually the Pacific Ocean and the World Ocean. The isthmus is where a person can view the State Capitol Campus in one direction, and the Olympic Mountains in the other.
This area symbolizes the connection that exists between Olympia and the World. Olympia is a world city - it is known for looking past the conflicts that plague the federal government and taking steps to make the world a better place to live, all on its own.
I envision a park in this space: a monument to citizen engagement, a monument to a societal and city relationship with the world - a relationship with nature.
Imagine a park. A park would serve people in a number of ways. It would provide expanded recreational opportunities. It would also provide an avenue for education about the environment, about ecology and sustainability. A park would attract people, like a magnet, to downtown; it would attract residents, visitors, and investors.
Olympia has a lot of novel features. In many respects, it is a novel city. A park feature on the isthmus would only improve these aspects.
Part of my vision, and I think it is shared amongst a considerable population of Olympia residents, is for a dense urban core juxtaposed with an open park area, to include areas that would be semi-wilderness, as well as more traditional recreational features: walking trails, playgrounds, fields for games, etc.
Imagine: 15,000 more people living AND working downtown. People living within walking, bicycling or wheel chair distance to their work place. New schools. New businesses.
A park feature on the isthmus is the perfect opportunity to initiate that process. A park feature, and the denial of a proposed rezone, is the perfect way to begin to move toward a vision of true, functional, sustainability.
I won't let Triway, the developer who has proposed the rezone in an effort to allow the construction of a gigantic building that would be full of an estimated 141 luxury condominiums, badger me or threatren me with the prospect of a low-rise office building (given the denial of the rezone proposal.)
I know what I want. I think that I know what would best serve the community. I know that the public interest outranks and trumps private interests, especially in matters that involve zoning.
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I think this was the coldest day of the 2014 Texas Renaissance Festival all season - it was downright nasty with bone-chilling cold, a big storm moving in - but pretty good shooting conditions considering the heavy overcast. There photos are from Saturday of the Barbarian Invasion weekend, usually one of the most crowded weekends at TRF. I think only the diehard Rennies came out to day, but it was still a blast!
I took these photos in November 2014 at the TRF in Todd's Mission, TX, about 60 miles NW of Houston, TX.
On Friday the 31st of March the European Student Think Tank hosted a European Union debate in Spanish Congress.
With the participation of our panel of experts together with the generation of young people that will inherit the European project and upon whom falls the responsibility of reconstructing it, we debated the future of the European Union, analysing from the refugee crisis, to the Monetary Union, to terrorism, journalism and the post-truth era and our European history.
In March of the 60th anniversary of the Treaty of Rome of the European Union, Europe is possibly facing its most critical moment since the end of World War Two. The nationalisms that threw Europe into the last world war have resurged in a political scape that is more and more polarized, among a crisis of confidence in our institutions and an unsustainable globalization. Now more that ever it is imperative to reform the European Union to be a political counterweight to mere economic integration, in order to preserve longest peace project in history.
Speakers:
Miguel Ángel Moratinos, Former Spanish Minister of Foreign Affairs
Javi López, Member of the European Parliament, Member of the Committee on Employment and Social Affairs, S&D Group
Carlota Merchán, Member of Spanish Congress for Madrid, Secretary of cooperation and migration of the PSOE
Salvador Llaudes, Analyst in Real Instituto Elcano
Estrella Galán, Secretary General of the Spanish Commission of Aid to Refugees
Lucía Mbomio, Reporter in Afroféminas and Aquí la Tierra
Juan Andrés García Martín, Doctor of History, Professor in the King Juan Carlos University
Esther Ortega, Doctor of Philosophy of Science, Professor in Tufts-Skidmore Spain
José Manuel Benito Díaz-Mayordomo, Secretary of JEF Madrid
Carlota Núñez Strutt, President of the European Student Think Tank
Cecilia Passaniti, Events Manager of the European Student Think Tank
I don't think He's leaving it close enough to the garbage can .......
Trailer is made from the back half of ANOTHER one !!!
Let me try for a shot from the side.OLD ,but CUTE .
I just LOVE those AIR HORNS !!!
A little research shows this MIGHT be a 1950 model "JOBLINE"
But,the badge above the grille is throwing me off .