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Well, there we have it. University is over. Done, son. After having three years of constant work to think about, I am filled with a peculiar mixture of happiness (manifesting itself in uncontrollable smiles and thoughts of "WE DID IT") and random bouts of sadness, feeling something kind of like those chord changes in songs that sound both sad but hopeful at the same time.
But now is not the time to think about the future. There'll be plenty of opportunity for that at a later date. For this summer is for funtimes.
17/05/2010 - Never has there been a finer group of people all in once place at one time. Much love.
~M.P.T~2007-2010~
Also, come to 'BEYOND PRACTICE', our degree show, where my work is being exhibited.
Official Launch: Wednesday, 26th May 2010.5 pm - 9 pm
Open Viewing: Thursday, 27th May - Wednesday, 2nd June10 am - 5 pm (excludes Sunday 30th)
Outside Commonwealth Bar in Park Slope, Brooklyn. Also pictured: girl losing her shit and sobbing uncontrollably.
The Summer Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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So, The Gang of Four ( a loose...umm, very loose collective of folks with cameras and an uncontrollable urge to point them at people, places and things and click the shutter release) invaded the 'Big Smoke' of Toronto today.
What you must understand is that it is actually a Gang of Three with one hack tagger-on who fancies himself a photographer sometimes...mostly after a few pints but, on occasion is up early enough for that particular point-of-view to be imagined whilst sober (if it ain't obvious who I'm referring to...it is me).
Anyway, as we roamed the Spadina-Queen St. area, my fellow 'gangstas' confronted folk, requesting permission to capture them in a photograph...meantime, I was doing crazy shit with my camera, like changing all the settings willy-nilly and snapping away like a loon on a lark! Hey! That's what wanna-be camera enthusiasts do...snap four billion pictures in the hope that one turns out!
This, what you are viewing, is not "the one"! Ha! I kinda like it though, so there you go.
Devo assumes the position performing Uncontrollable Urge.
This bit of choreography remains unchanged since I first saw them perform at the Paramount in Seattle back in 1980 (I think).
LIFE IS SHORT, BREAK THE RULES,
FORGIVE QUICKLY, KISS SLOWLY,
LOVE TRULY, LAUGH UNCONTROLLABLY,
AND NEVER REGRET ANYTHING THAT MADE YOU SMILE!
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...as I am trying to fight the worst cold of my life.
I'll try to catch up with your streams as soon as my nose stops dripping uncontrollably and my eyes stop tearing...so I can actually see,
The Summer Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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The most noticeable action of thought is that it flows through us and is an seemingly uncontrollable power. Controlling that power, ending random thoughts; to focus towards the realisation of positive motives, is where all the questions are.
Uncontrollable and iNcontroL hanging out, watching some games. Anna helped me interview a bunch of folks on Day 1!
Disturbing appearances
Crippling depression
Triggering thoughts
Uncontrollable selfharm
They give me numbing shots to prepare me for the shocktherapy treatment
I've never felt such an overwelming fear. My mind is blurred, i cant even speak, my body is shivering, my sweat is cold and my blood is freezing. I know I wont make it this time. My heart is too weak. There is no heartbeat left anymore...
Week 42 in 52 Weeks for Dogs and yesterday Tasku had her first show for 20 months. I fully expected her to be over the top and uncontrollable in the ring, in fact, I nearly didn't take her at all as I knew I would be busy helping all day. But despite our lack of practice, and the fact that she was cooped up in a crate most of the day, she was as good as gold in the ring. We only came away with minor places but for me it was a real success. My little girl is beginning to mature, and she made me proud.
The Summer Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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The weirdest thing was the tea. There were 8 Starbucks cups filled with old tea, just precariously sitting on the bottom shelf with no lids. Each with 2-8 teabags still in them.
We had to throw out about $130 of good dry tea too, it had rat droppings and spiderwebs in it. It was a shame because it was high quality oolong, jasmine, gunpowder and white.
The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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The title is stolen from a Cure song (of course). These were taken with my little waterproof Coolpix by holding it into the flow of the water feature at Bristol Millennium Square. It's completely uncontrollable, you just have to hope you catch something - so here's the crop.
Smoking can affect the body in monumental ways. Not everybody experiences the same symptoms. Guidelines some of the most common issues when smoking is stopped by a smoker with cold turkey methods.I-donot wake myself up in the days by coughing uncontrollably ending up retching along the way my
Doing a second set of smoke abstracts on incense sticks instead of the uncontrollable candle smoke from last time. It's actually quite interesting to watch how they flow differently... :)
A child crying in disappointment.
When a child's shaky logic and uncontrollable emotions collide, sometimes crying becomes the only available option.
The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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Someone loves knitting with handspun yarns. And it's me! I knit this scarf out of three coordinating skeins of Pigeonroof Studios handspun (Krista's yarns = an uncontrollable new vice of mine)--in Monarch, Millefiore, and Ash Rose. And even though it was super-simple garter stitch, I didn't get bored once while knitting it. I'm calling it my Carpet Scarf because it has the look and texture of a carpet or rug. And hot damn! this thing is toasty! (Yeah, I do realize I am wearing a thick wool scarf in August, so "toasty" may be a wee understatement). This thing is so thick and warm--and is going to be so so good for this winter. I suspect this is the first carpet scarf of many.
My Carpet Scarf was inspired by skrillaknits' Brulee Scarf pattern, but since I can't crochet for the life of me, I did my 'crochet' edge using a sock cuff technique. I also sewed my buttons on 'free-form' and not in any orderly way. :)
THIS SATURDAY
Sept 6th
Survivors of the WHITE Plague
at
SHOW CAVE (NEW LOCATION!!)
1930 Echo Park Ave
LA CA 90026
7 till MIDNIGHT!!!
Visions of a desolate world overflowing with glorious mutations, uncontrollable sexual depravities, extreme guttural violence, blaring obscenity, spiritual corruption, moral mayhem, and self-mutilation, as seen through the graphically savage eyes of:
Mike Diana -
creator of Boild Angel and the only artists ever convicted of Obscenity and legally no allowed to draw for almost 3 years just for a comic book he drew!!!
Victor Cayro a.k.a Bald Eagles -
self-taught artist whos work oozes with the virtues of the groutesque and beautiful. His amazingly detailed works mix 80's action movie demi-god, ultra violence, and scathing humor into a personal mythology flowing straight from his id.
David Magdaleno -
A Los Angeles native who's work has gradually mutated into an inspired mix of Day of the Dead themes, classic skateboard graphics, psychedelic horror, and low-brow comedy.
Keenan Marshall Keller-
Los Angeles artist and curator whos continuously works on drawings, zines, commix, and putting together kick-ass art shows such as this one. His work flows from dark psychedelia filled with mutants, 3rd eyes, magik and surreal landscapes; to full color pieces of humor and absurdity.
These artists show the evidence of grand catastrophe, an illness that is killing both our future and our pasts… An Armageddon seen by only those who dare to look!
collectively they are:
The Survivors Of The White Plague
Featuring over 80 original works as well as Limited Edition, prints, zines, tees, and commix…
Keenanmarshallkeller presents
SURVIVORS OF THE WHITE PLAGUE
September 6th through 27th
7 till MIDNIGHT!!!
SHOW CAVE (NEW LOCATION!!)
1930 Echo Park Ave
LA CA 90026
drawing by Mike Diana
Art for the Soul by RICHARD LAZZARA www.shankar-gallery.com/contact.html
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The Summer Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
bhaktimarga.org
Second page of the Moleskine .... The challenge was to draw "people doing." So these people are waiting at the ATM. People aren't my thing, but it's a start. Can only get better. Pigma micron and watercolor.
The new footbridge was due to be craned onto the foundations yesterday, but strong wind prevented it, as it did today.
Cranes don't mind rain, snow, sleet or hail, but wind gets 'em, primarily because the item being lifted acts like a sail and becomes uncontrollable.
The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
bhaktimarga.org
2000 ‧ Drama film/Slasher
Director: Mary Harron
Patrick Bateman, a wealthy investment banker, hides his psychopathic ego from his friends. Later, his illogical fantasies escalate and he submits to an uncontrollable bloodlust.
Doing a second set of smoke abstracts on incense sticks instead of the uncontrollable candle smoke from last time. It's actually quite interesting to watch how they flow differently.
This one looks like a spectre or a skeleton overlooking a corpse or a mummy beneath to me.
These are the things keeping me from spending my entire week coughing uncontrollably. I bought a set of extension tubes (with electrical contacts so I can use my aperture and autofocus system!), so I'm able to do my standard "I can't handle leaving the house, so I'm going to shoot a macro shot" trick with greater ease.
As an extra bonus, I get to enjoy the weirdness of this being a shot from a 5D Mark III with an EF-S lens mounted on it.
They are talking to each other.
Jodi - ASDFG.org (1998) ░░░░ jodi.org
asdfg
1998
Jodi
”A minimalistic, "nervously twitching" page made up of letters and other signals. "asdfg" is uncontrollable, and a look at the address bar shows how the browser automatically jumps between several different Web sites/files. - Heath Bunting
“
The Youth Sangha came back better than ever! Nine bhaktis, eight days, lots of kirtan, a group art project and some uncontrollable laughter made up this year's Summer Sangha. Take a look at some of the highlights below!
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A shot of the front wheels, as adjusted/supplied from the manufacturer.
I plan on aligning the wheels with something like a 1/4" tow in.
UPDATE: Tow IN - Was a BAD idea, steering was uncontrollable even at low speed.
I hate waking up to a bad cold. It's been a while since I had one like this where every day is a hellish decent deeper and and deeper into a nightmarish world of explosive sneezes that tear out what's left of my already inflamed throat, coughs that act like they're at the office (completely unproductive), and a nose that alternates between an uncontrollably runny faucet and the (booger) vault doors at Ft. Knox. And this is only day three! Oh, I suffered through yesterday and the day before well enough, thinking "oh, I've got this, no problem!" But this morning I just about couldn't move, and something told me (Mrs Smilemoon, actually) that I really needed to sleep in today. blah.
I had to say goodbye to my best friend yesterday and it's eating me alive today. Nina was diagnosed with chronic renal failure 15 months ago, and despite our best efforts, we could only slow down the inevitable. She had been making progress and was back to her happy-go-lucky self, and then rapidly declined over the weekend to the point that she needed round-the-clock care. I had to make one of the hardest choices I've ever made, and while I realize it was the "right" choice, I still can't find comfort in it.
I sat in the vet's room, hugging Nina and telling her how much I loved her before letting her go. My arms didn't want to stop hugging her, my mind just wanted to bargain with keeping her here for longer, I just wasn't ready, but unfortunately, she was.
I adopted Nina 6 years ago when she was left at a local kitty and doggy daycare, where one of my friends at the time worked. Nina's former owner was in the army, was about to be stationed overseas, and could find no one to take her. I had just moved out on my own and had been talking about how I wanted a cat, so I went to visit my friend one afternoon and saw Nina. This little white powder puff of a cat with sapphire blue eyes was staring back at me affectionately through the glass walls of the kennel. It was just love at first sight and it was immediately decided that she was to be my cat.
The first night she stayed with us, she just seemed so happy to be in a home again. She had been in the kennel for months at that point and was ecstatic to have a place of her own. Nina immediately jumped up on my bed like she owned the place, and for the past 6 years, she pretty much did.
She was a tiny little peanut of a cat, but an absolute diva with a big personality. She had "rules" that she expected her humans, as well as other cats to follow, and my boyfriend and I would jokingly refer to her as "the mediator." If the other cats fought, she would be right there to split them up, if someone was over our house and raising their voice, she would come bursting into the room and "nom" (never bite) them to make them quiet. She would occasionally get grumpy and growl when she felt someone was acting insolent, but only between purrs. Holding her was okay, but never on the couch. If someone was sad or crying, she would be the first one on the scene to offer commiserating purrs, gentle headbutts, and a lick to the forehead. When I had the flu, she watched over me and tried to make me feel better by leaning her head into mine for hours on end.
She loved wearing pretty collars, and I would often find her checking herself out in my vanity mirror when we'd buy her a new accessory, lol. She liked to be sung to, appreciated music (classical and rock were her favorite) and watching TV, came when called, and would usually answer people back with a soft meow and a puff of a purr when spoken to. She also loved having her photo taken, or probably just the attention that went with it. I couldn't get my camera out without her walking into my line of sight and sitting demurely in my way.
This was the first morning I've spent without my buddy and I'm in agony right now. Nina would usually wait patiently for me to wake up, next to my bed or on my nightstand, meow happily as my feet hit the floor, and then follow me around the house, soliciting cuddles and attention as I did my morning routine. Heck, being on the computer without her sitting right here next to my keyboard is just a foreign concept to me. She was just so much a part of my life, and was always in close proximity to "oversee" what I was doing.
I have, and have had other cats, and while I love them dearly, there was something about Nina that made her different. She was my cat, and I don't think I've ever bonded as closely to another pet before. I keep expecting to round the corner and see her waiting for me. The uncontrollable crying, and realization that I'll never see her again keeps hitting me in waves. I find myself instinctually seeking her out for comfort, like I normally would when I'm sad, but of course she's not here.
When we got the diagnosis that Nina had CRF last year, it killed me. I was just blindsided, because my prior cats were long-lived at 15+ years and she was still so young. I thought we were going to lose her then, I kept hoping that she'd make it a month, at least for my birthday (I was fortunate that she stayed for two of them), but once she started to perk up with treatment, I guess I just sort of had forgotten that she was sick.
She still played, still bossed the other cats around, still greeted us at the door every day. Other than the treatments, which gradually became routine, it was like nothing had changed. She was still my Nina. Watching the light fade from her eyes and knowing that I'll never see her again is just something I can't reconcile right now, and I wish I had known this was our last month together, or I would have made more of an effort to cherish the time we had before she started to slip away.
My boyfriend is just as shattered as I am right now. We moved in together the same week I got Nina, and she meant just as much to him as she did to me. He wasn't allowed to keep any non-aquarium pets when he was growing up, so Nina was his first companion animal and he adored her. My male cat, Noisy, is also crushed. He keeps going back to sleep in Nina's kitty bed and has been searching for her in all her regular hangouts, to no avail. She was here before him, and despite the fact that Nina merely tolerated Noisy's spastic behavior on the best of days, she was such a constant in his life and he was always trying to get her attention. I just feel so bad about his confusion and the fact that I can't make him understand what happened to her.
I go to pick up Nina's ashes on Friday. I keep looking for a nice urn, but I can't find anything that speaks for her. Everything seems either too cheesy or morbid, and I want something durable that represents her and how much she meant to us.
Goodbye Nina Bean, my Nina-Belle, and thank you for being such a good kitty and a loving friend. You were the best cat I've ever had; truly one in a million, and the empty space you left in my heart is going to take a long time to fill.
(Cappadocia - Turkey, April 08)
Nihat (almost 5 years old) and his grandmother had been laughing so loud and uncontrollably (together with the grandfather and me), that the happy noise reached Nefise (age 6), the little neighbour who entered to join us.
A few minutes before, I had knocked at the same door, hearing the child's voice so close, being always curious about the life of the inhabitants ; I do this very often and nowadays this is my biggest pleasure when in Turkey, always warmly welcomed with the irresistible Turkish hospitality : the plate with cucumbers, watermelon and green prunes was there because of my visit...
They actually don't live any more in this traditional house leaning on a fairy chimney and partly cut inside the rock, only spending the day there as it is close to their field.
"We set fire to the Queen Mother's house and those of several chiefs; the
fire spread uncontrollably and destroyed a large part of the city. The royal
palace was also burnt, although we claimed this was accidental. The royal palace
of Benin was one of the great cultural complexes of Africa, a continent
that, according to Victorians, wasn't supposed to have anything like it. It was a
court as big as a European town.
"It is divided into many palaces, houses, and apartments of the courtiers,"
reads Olfert Dapper's enthusiastic 1668 account, "and comprises beautiful
and long square galleries... resting on wooden pillars, from top to bottom
covered with cast copper, on which are engraved the pictures of their war
exploits and battles... Every roof is decorated with a small turret ending in a
point, on which birds are standing, birds cast in copper with outspread wings."