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Leccinum versipelle (Birken-Rotkappe, orange birch bolete) found in the forest behind our house. This late afternoon I took Lydith along (what a strange name for a german lens). I acquired the camera and a lens in a bad state. After cleaning the lens glass and outer surface, it seemed to quite useful. Today my first picture with Lydith.
Yes! I think Bee's pollen clump has the blue-green color of amazonite. In fact, that's the color of the pollen of the flowers of this Hydrangea. Bees store the various pollens they collect not haphazardly but in cells that are color specific. How exactly they do this has not yet been discovered. But if you look in a beehive you'll see pollen 'silos' devoted to segregated colors. Pollen provides bees with all kinds of nutrients and more importantly it's a main source of antioxidants that help stem the breakdown of Bee's tissues. I understand that pollen of this amazonite color contains flavonoids that are especially useful antioxidants.
Wetland Bee. There are many bees in wetlands. Why? Because so many wetland plants have flowers that are designed to lure bees. Why, for example, are water lilies so large and colorful? So they look good in our pretend ponds? Nope. To attract bees out into the pond for a little pollination fun? Yup. And, here you will find Lasioglossum nelumbonis a waterlily bee. You see, the miracle of writing has intentionally brought a plant and animal concupiscentiae invicem together. Picture by Sydney Price.
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Photography Information: Canon Mark II 5D, Zerene Stacker, Stackshot Sled, 65mm Canon MP-E 1-5X macro lens, Twin Macro Flash in Styrofoam Cooler, F5.0, ISO 100, Shutter Speed 200
Beauty is truth, truth beauty - that is all
Ye know on earth and all ye need to know
" Ode on a Grecian Urn"
John Keats
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Free Field Guide to Bee Genera of Marylandhttp://bio2.elmira.edu/fieldbio/beesofmarylandbookversion1.pdf
Basic USGSBIML set up:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-_yvIsucOY
USGSBIML Photoshopping Technique: Note that we now have added using the burn tool at 50% opacity set to shadows to clean up the halos that bleed into the black background from "hot" color sections of the picture.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bdmx_8zqvN4
Bees of Maryland Organized by Taxa with information on each Genus
www.flickr.com/photos/usgsbiml/collections
PDF of Basic USGSBIML Photography Set Up:
ftp://ftpext.usgs.gov/pub/er/md/laurel/Droege/How%20to%20Take%20MacroPhotographs%20of%20Insects%20BIML%20Lab2.pdf
Google Hangout Demonstration of Techniques:
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or
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4c15neFttoU
Excellent Technical Form on Stacking:
Contact information:
Sam Droege
sdroege@usgs.gov
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This collection of rolling stock in the small yard at Essex, MT is enjoying a few seconds of sunlight on a rainy day in the Montana Rockies. 6-28-2014. Art Hall photo
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
MANIFESTO GLEITZEIT 2015
BY STELLY RIESLING
Featured below is another original art work of mine in homage to THE PIONEER OF INVISIBLE ART — PAUL JAISINI. Forget all the copycats that came after him — Master Paul Jaisini was the *FIRST* of a totally original concept and the *BEST*. My favorite thing about him is that he’s a voice, not an echo, which is quite rare.
DISCLAIMER: This is for anyone who is a hater OR wishes to better understand me, what I’m all about, so you can decide whether I’m weird or normal enough for you — a kind of very loose manifesto, rushed and unrevised, full of raw uncut emotion that I don’t like to be evident in my writing as lately I prefer a more professional, formal style, so we can consider this a rough draft of the more polished writing to come when I have extra time. I might return to this text later and clean it up or break it into separate parts. Right now it’s a long-winded hot mess, so if you manage to make any sense of it, BIG PROPS TO YOU. lol …and if you manage to read it ALL, you have my solemn respect!!! in a day when reading has been reduced to just catchy headliners and short captions of images once in a while. The consequence of this one-liner internet culture is non-linear, tunnel thinking, which is baaaaaad.
There lives among us a most enigmatic and charismatic creature named Paul Jaisini who led me into the wonderful world of art, not personally, but through descriptions of his artworks in essays written and published online by his friend, which painted the most fascinating images in my mind. Early on as a kiddo, I experimented with photography, simple point and shoot whatever looked attractive to me. Digital manipulation of my photographs with computer software followed… and somehow I learned useful drawing techniques along the way to combine existing elements with nonexistent ones, which allowed me to elevate the context for my ideas. Later, I started creating my own digital art from scratch for my friends and family as a favorite pastime. They would shower me with praise and repeatedly encouraged me to share my “different” vision with the rest of the world… it took a while and wasn’t easy to overcome the insecurity of not being good enough along with a gripping fear of being harshly criticized, but one day I woman-ed up and started publishing my work on the web, reminding myself that my livelihood didn’t depend on a positive reception.
Paul Jaisini’s role in all this has been to not disgrace myself, even if what I do is just a hobby. And I would never do him and other genius artists the disservice of calling myself a professional because I know I’ll never be as good as any of the GIANTS of pre-modern history. Be the best or be nothing, no middle ground.
People’s jealousy in the past, future and present over my obsessive love of Paul Jaisini, which they are well aware is purely plutonic, has caused them to despise the man and has made many relationships/friendships impossible for me. I refuse to have such people in my life because by harboring any negativity towards Paul, they unknowingly feel that way about me and express it to me. It’s their own problem for not realizing this. Paul’s new art movement, Gleitzeit, shaped me into the allegedly awesome girl I am today, giving my art more edge, more “sexy” because it refined my vision of the world and propelled me to attain the skills necessary to not dishonor my family name through tenacious pursuit of perfection. Since the beginning of my life, I attempted to depict what I saw in visual, musical and literal forms, but continuously failed without adequate training and determination. Paul Jaisini’s Gleitzeit was the answer to my prayers. Who I am today I owe mostly to him and his selfless ideals of the artverse that I’ve given unconditional loyalty to (he has this cool ability for hyper-vision to see whole universes, not itty bitty worlds, hence I call it an artverse instead of art world, with him in mind). So again, anyone who hates Paul Jaisini hates ME because, regardless of what he means to you, he is the most important person in my life for making me ME. The way a famous actor, dancer or singer inspires others to act, dance or sing, Paul inspired me to become a better artist, better writer, better everything. More people would understand if he was a household name because they’re wired to in society. But we’re inspiring each other all the time in our own little communities without being famous, so if someone has the ability to change even ONE person’s life immensely with creativity, it is a massive achievement. And passionate folks like myself are compelled to scream it from the cyber rooftops. So here I am. It’s whatever.
Furthermore, I’d like to address here a few pressing matters in light of some recent drama brought on by both strangers and former friends. To start, I never judge the passions, interests or likes of others, which are often in my face all over the place, so likewise they have no right to judge any of mine. It is quite unfortunate and frustrating how very little understanding and education the majority of people have or want to have. Their logic is as primitive as a chipmunk when it comes to promotion of fine art on the web: “spamming, advertising, report!” It’s their own problem that they fail to understand what it’s about due to the distorted lens through which they see the world or inability to think for themselves; an inherent lack of perception or inquisitiveness. Well, guess what? Every single image, every animation, every video, every post dedicated to Mr. Paul Jaisini and “Gleitziet” (to elaborate: a revolutionary new art movement Paul founded with his partner in crime and personal friend, EYKG, who discovered him and believed in him more than anyone) has an important purpose. Every one of those things you run across is a piece of a puzzle, a move in a game, an inch down a rabbit hole; the deeper you go, the more interesting it gets; the more levels you pass, the more clues unfold, the greater the suspense and nearer the conclusion (yet further). You earn awesome rewards like enlightenment, spiritual revelations, truths, knowledge, wisdom and the most profound reward of all: the drive to improve yourself to the absolute maximum, so an unending, unshakable drive. People often make a wrong turn in this cyber game and go back a few levels or get stuck. Those that keep on pushing, however, will come to find the effort has been worth it. And what awaits you in the end of it all? The greatest challenge to beating the game: YOUR OWN MIND. You will be forced to let go of every belief you held before you had reached the last level, to completely alter your mindset and perception of the world, of life, of yourself. But by the time you’ve gotten to that point, it will be as easy as falling off a cliff! (It is a kind of suicide after all — death and rebirth of spirit.)
Paul Jaisini does NOT, *I repeat* does NOT use mystery and obscurity to his advantage as a clever marketing ploy, no, he’s too next level for that with a consciousness so rich, he should wear a radioactive warning sign (he’ll melt your brain, best wear a tinfoil hat in his presence as I certainly would.) The statement he makes is loud and clear, hidden in plain site for those who take the time to connect the dots and have enough curiosity to fuel their journey into unknown territory (an open mind and flexible perception helps a lot). Actually, anyone with an IQ above 90 is sure to figure it out sooner or later. Hint: You don’t have to SEE an extraordinary thing with your eyes to know it exists, to understand it and realize its greatness — you can only feel it in your bone marrow, your spinal fluid, your heart and soul. The moment you do figure it out, as the skeleton key of the human soul, it will unlock the greatness and massive potential buried deep within, changing the doomed direction humanity is undoubtedly headed. I don’t speak in riddles, I speak in a clear direct way that intelligent humans will understand, so I’m counting on them.
GIG is an international group of artists and writers that support Paul Jaisini’s Gleitzeit. We started off as an unofficial fan club of Jaisini in 1996, comprised of only 6 individuals spanning 3 countries, and eventually escalated in status to an official fan group across the entire globe. A decade later it had grown to hundreds of fans. Nearly another decade later, there are thousands. Let’s not leave out another delightful group of vicious haters that have been around for nearly as long as us since the late 90s and have also grown in impressive numbers. Now, for the record (and please write this one down because I’m sick of repeating myself), Paul Jaisini himself is not part of our group and has nothing to do with us. He loves and hates us equally for butchering his name and making him appear as a narcissistic nut-job in his own words. He casts hexes on us for the blinding flash we layer over the art that members contribute to GIG — “disgusting-police-lights, seizure-inducing-laser-lightshow, bourgeois-myspace-effects retarded-raver shit” in Paul’s words. Ahh, how we love his sweet-talking us. In a desperate attempt to please him, those among us who make the art and animations have spent countless hours and sleepless nights trying to solve a crazy-complex quantum-physics type of equation = how to not create tacky or tasteless content. He does fancy some of it now, we got better, that’s something! In the reason stated below, our mission just got out of hand at some point.
What little is known about Paul Jaisini, even in all this time, is he’s a horrible perfectionist who slaughtered hundreds of innocent babies — I mean — artworks of remarkable beauty created by his own right hand (mostly paintings, some watercolors and drawings). He’s a fierce recluse who wants nothing to do with anyone or anything in life. But those few of us who know of an incredible talent he possesses (one could go as far as calling it a superpower), could not allow him to live his life without the recognition he FUCKING DESERVES more than any artist out there living today and, arguably, yesterday. We use whatever means necessary to reach more people, lots of flash and razzle-dazzle to lure them into our sinister trap of a higher awareness. Mwahaha! The visual boom you’ve witnessed in both cyber and real worlds, that is GIG’s doing — two damn decades of spreading an art virus — IVA. InVisibleArtitis… or a drug as in Intravenous Art. It’s whatever you want it to be, honey.
Our Gleitzeit International Group (GIG) started off innocently enough and gradually spiraled out of control to fight the haters, annoying the hell out of them as much as humanly possible. They don’t like what we do? WE DO MORE AND MORE OF IT. But never without purpose, without a carefully executed plan in mind collectively. If we have to tolerate an endless tidal wave of everyone’s vomit — e.g., idiotic memes and comics; dumbed-down one-liner quotes; selfies; so-called “art photography” passed through one-click app filters; mindless scribbles or random splatters by regular folks who have the nerve to call themselves serious/pro artists; primitive images of pets, babies, landscapes, random objects, etc… then people sure as shit are gonna tolerate what we put out, our animated and non-animated visual art designed for our beloved master, Paul Jaisini, who has shown us the light, the right path to follow, taught us great things and done so much for us — and so in our appreciation of him, we stamp his name on everything, for the sacrifices he has made in the name of art, to save our art verse, he’s a goddamn hero. There’s a book being written in his dedication where little will be left to the imagination about him.
If Paul Jaisini was as famous as Koons or Hirst, for example, people would know it’s not him posting stuff online with his name on it but fans creating fanart like myself among others. But noooooo, such a thing is unfathomable to most people - the promotion of another artist. Like, what’s in it for us? Uhh, nothing?? This is all NON-PROFIT bitches, the way art should be. It’s a passion FIRST, a commodity/commercial product/marketable item LAST and least. Its been that way for us since the early 90s to this day. Not a single member of GIG has sold an art work (neither has Paul Jaisini who’s a true professional) and we want to keep it that way. We do it for reasons far beyond ego. So advertising? Really? How the hell do you advertise or sell thin air, you know, invisible paintings, invisible anything? Ha ha, very funny indeed. The idea here is so simple, your neighbor’s dog can grasp it. Our motives: replace fast food for the mind with fine art, actual fine art. You know, creativity? Conscious thought? Talent? Skill? Knowledge? All that good stuff rolled into one to bring viewers more than a momentary ooohand aaahh reaction. Replace the recycled images ad nauseum; repetitious, worn-out ideas; disposable, gimmicky, money-driven fast art for simpletons. Stick with the highest of ideals and save the whole bloody planet.
Fine art is often confused with craft-making. This often creates bad blood between classically trained artists who put out paintings that leave a lasting impression, that make strong conversation pieces, that are thought-provoking and deep… and trained craftspeople whose skills are adequate to create decorative pieces for homely environments — landscapes, still lifes, animals, pretty fairies, common things of fantasy, and other simplicity. Skills alone are not enough for high art, you need a vision, a purpose, the ability to tell a story with every stroke of your brush that will both fascinate and terrify the viewers, arousing powerful emotions, illuminating. I have yet to see a visible painting in my generation that does anything at all for me, other than evoke sheer outrage and disgust. What a terrible waste of space and valuable resources it all is.
Paul Jaisini leads, we follow. He wishes to remain unknown - so do most of us. I’m next in line, slipping into recluse mode, no longer wanting to attach my face, my human image to my art stuff. I wish to be a nameless, faceless artist as well, invisible like P.J., and in his footsteps I too have destroyed thousands of my own artistic photography and digital art made with tedious, labor-intensive handwork. The whole point of this destruction is achieving the finest results possible by letting go of the imperfect, purging it on a regular basis, to make way for the perfect. I love what I do so it doesn’t matter, I know I’ll keep producing as much as I’m discarding, keeping the balance. Hoarding is an enemy of progress, especially the digital kind as there’s absolutely no limit to it. It’s like carrying a load of bricks on your back you’ll never use or need.
The watering down of creativity that digital pack ratting has caused as observed over the years is most tragic. For the creative individual, relying on terabytes of stock photos or OSFAP as I call them (Once Size Fits All Photos) instead of making your own as you used to when you had no choice, being 100% original, is a splinter in the conscience. It’s not evil to use stock of, say, things you don’t have access to (outer space, deep sea, Antarctica, etc.), but many digital artists I know today can’t take their own shot of a pencil ‘cause they “ain’t got no time for that!” How did they have time before? Did time get so compressed in only a decade?
Ohhhhh, and the edits, textures, filters, plug-ins and what-have-you available out there to everyone and their cats… are responsible for the tidal wave of rubbish that eclipses the magnificent light of the real talents.
I can tell you with utmost sincerity there is no better feeling on earth than knowing your creation is ALL yours, every pixel and dot, from the first to the last. It’s not always possible to make it so, but definitely the most rewarding endeavor. I’m most proud of myself when I can accomplish that.
Back to Paul Jaisini, from the start there have been a number of theories floating around on what his real story is. One of my own theories is that he stands for the unknowns of the world who can’t get representation, can’t get exhibited at a decent gallery because highly gifted/trained artists aren’t good enough - those kind of establishments prefer bananas, balloon dogs, feces, gigantic dicks/cunts, and all kinds of what-the-fucks…
So again, you don’t get the Paul Jaisini thing? That’s your problem. Don’t hate others for getting it. People are good, very good, at making baseless assumptions and impulsively spewing it as truth. They criticize and judge as if they’re high authorities on the subject yet they clearly lack education in fine art or art history and possess little to no talent or skill to back up their bullshit. My little “credibility radar” never fails. When they say I know this or I know that, I reply don’t say “I know” or state things as fact as a general rule of thumb - instead say “I assume/believe” and state the reasons you feel thus to appear less immature, especially about a controversial topic like invisible art. I have zero respect or tolerance for egomaniacs who think they know it all and act accordingly like arrogant pricks. Who can stand those, right? Once again, a good example would be: I, Stelly Riesling, believe everything I’ve written in this little manifesto to be correct based on personal experience and observation from multiple angles, thorough research and sufficient data collected from verifiable sources (and don’t go copying-pasting my own words back at me, be original). Just because you or I say so doesn’t make it so. Just because you or me think or believe so doesn’t make it true or right. I only ask that my opinions are regarded respectfully and whoever opposes them does so in a mature, civilized manner. We should only be entitled to opinions that don’t bring out the worst in us.
I don’t normally take such a position, but the time has come to stand up for what I believe in! It’s quite amusing and comical how haters think calling me names, attacking me or my interests or members of the project I’m part of for years is going to change something. It only makes more evident the importance of what I’m doing so I push on harder still.
Words of advise to those who can identify with me, with my frustrations over people’s reluctance to change their miserable ways, with our declining art world…
DON’T waste time on people who sweat the small stuff, whose actions are consistently inconsistent with their words. DO waste time on people who always keep their eye on the ball—the bigger picture of life.
Paul Jaisini’s invisible paintings are more than hype, more than your lame assumptions. Here’s one I got that’s pure gold: a cult! It started out as A JOKE OF MINE that was used against me. I told a then-good friend that he should come join our little “art cult” in a clearly lighthearted manner, and later he takes this idea I put in his head first and accuses me of being in an (imaginary) cult—the jokes on me eh?. But wait, aren’t cults religious? Our group consists of people around the world of different faiths (or none at all) so how could that ever work? If religion was about making fine (non-pop) art mainstream and bringing awesome, fresh, futuristic concepts to the collective consciousness, the world would not be so fucked up today because talent, creativity, originality and individuality would be the main focus, not superficial poppycock; those things would be praised and encouraged and supported in society by all institutions, not demonized and stigmatized.
Here is one thing I CAN state as solid fact: only one person close to Paul Jaisini knows the TRUE story, or at least some of it: EYKG. Everything else that has ever been said about him is myth, legend, gossip, speculation, the worst of which is said by jealous non-artists (wannabes, clones, posers, hang-ons, unoriginal ppl in general) and anti-artists (religious psychos, squares, losers and -duh- stupid ppl). Sadly, people are unable to see the bigger picture by letting their egos run their lives or repeating after others as parrots.
Commercial art, consumerism, and ignorance of the masses truly makes me want to curl up in a ball, not eat or drink or move until I die, just die in my sleep while dreaming of a better world, a world where real fine artists rule it with real fine art as they used to and life is beautiful once again….
Well I hope that settled THAT for now, or perhaps inadvertently made matters worse. I hope I didn’t sound too pissed from all these issues that keep popping up like penises on ChatRoulette… just got to me already! Can you tell? I had to put my foot down, stomp ‘em all!
To be continued, still lots more ignorance and pettiness to battle… Till then peace out my bambini. MWAH!
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
MANIFESTO GLEITZEIT 2015
PROLOGUE
Paul Jaisini was like a messiah, as you wish, who saw/understood the impending end and complete degeneration of Fine art or Art become and investment nothing more than that. He predicted the bubble pops art when everybody would eventually become an artist, including dogs cats and horses, because they as kids followed the main rule: express yourself without skills or knowledge or any aesthetic concerns. J. Pollack started pouring paints onto canvases; Julian Schnabel, former cab driver from NY, suddenly decided he could do better than what he saw displayed in galleries, so he started gluing dishes on canvases; A.Warhol, an industrial artist who made commercial silk-screen for the factories he worked in, started to exhibit "Campbell's soup" used for commercial adds... and later the thing that made him an "American Idol": by copying and pasting Hollywood celebrities (same type of posters he made before for movie theaters).
When Paul Jaisini stood out against the Me culture in the US by burning all of his own 120 brilliant paintings (according to the then-new director of Fort Worth MoMa Museum, who offered hin an exhibition of his art in 1992, and later the Metropolitan Museum curator, Phillippe de Montebello, in 1994).Paul probably assumed all fellow true fine artists would join him or stand by him against corruption of the art world.
And after 20 years of his stand-off...the time has finally come today. Many artists and humanitarians around the world took a place beside him. His invisible Paintings became a synonym for the future reincarnation of fine art and long lost harmony. The establishment is in panic! The "moneybags" (as Paul Jaisini named them) are in panic, because they invested BILLIONS of dollars in real crap made by
craftsmen. Now they realize that the reputation of American legends of expressionism was nothing but a copy of Russian avant-garde" Kazimir Malevich, Vasiliy Kandinsky and tens of others from France and Germany.. US tycoon investors were spending billions on "Me more original, than you". "Artist Shit" is a 1061 artwork by the Italian artist Piero Manzoni. The work consists of 90 tin cans, filled with feces. A tin can was sold for £124,000, 180,000 at Sothebys, 2007.
EPILOGUE
Before I resume promoting and admiring a very important art persona on today's international art arena, I'd like to clear up some BIG questions; people ask continuously and subconsciously, directly & indirectly: "Why does the name Paul Jaisini, flood the Internet in such "obnoxious" quantities that it's started suppressing some other activities that my friends might share with the rest of the Internet's Ego Me only Me www society? I can't just answer this... so I'll try to explain why I'm writing this: Jaisini's followers keep posting art and info about,
He IMHO the only hope in quickly decomposing visual fine art. "Paul Jaisini realized many years ago, in 1994, when he declared (at that time to himself only) the start of a New era, a New vision, that he is trying to redirect from the rat race, started by an establishment in post-war New York, long before the Internet culture.
Sub related information: Adolf Gottlieb, Mart Rothko, etc (after visiting Paris France in 1933):
"We must forget analytical art, we must express ourselves, as a 5 year old child would, without a developed consciousness. Forget about results - do what you feel, EXPRESS yourself with your own unique style"
With this statement Mark Rothko starts to teach his students, degeneration of fine art begins, and the generation of war of styles took a start signal of the material race, greatly rewarded by establishment "individual" - eccentric craftsmen - show business clowns.
Sub related Information: In the summer of 1936, Adolf Gottlieb painted more than 800 paintings, which was 20X more than he created in his whole art career as a painter, starting from the time of Gottlieb becomes a founding member of "The Ten" group in NYC "Group of Ten" was a very peculiar, enigmatic group... Based on a religious point of view;(where a human figure was prohibited from being created)
GLOSSARY
IN 1997, Paul Jaisini's best friend Ellen Y.K.Gottlieb started a cyber campaign by promoting on a very young Internet, back then, Paul Jaisini's burned paintings as Invisible Paintings, visible only through poetic essays. She and a handful of people saw his originals and were devastated that nobody could ever see them again. "We, his fans, believe that someday Paul will recreate his 120 burned paintings if he has any decency and moral obligation to his fans, who have dedicated decades to make it happen, for their Phoenix to rise from the ashes and the whole world will witness that all these years we spent to get him back to re-paint the Visuals again were not in vain," - said E.Y.K.Gottlieb in 2014 during the 20th anniversary celebration of Invisible Paintings to GIGroup in NYCity. So now, hopefully, this clears up why I and others do what we do - our "cyber terrorism" of good art, dedicated to Paul Jaisini's return, which is & and was our mission & our goal. We post good art to fight "troll art" which is worthless pics, after being passed through 1-click filters of free web apps. We are, in fact, against this www pops pollution, done with "bubble art" by the out of control masses with 5 billon pics a day: Pics of cats, memes, quotes,national geographic sunsets and waterfalls, not counting their own daily "selfies: and whatever self-indulging Me-ego-Me affairs, sponsored happily by photo gadget companies like Canon, Nikon, Sony...who churn out higher quality madness tools at lower cost.
This way Government taking away attention from the real world crisis of lowest morality & economical devastation. The masses are too easily re-engineered/manipulated by the Establishment PopsStyle delivered to them by pop music and Hollywood "super" stars. In 1992 Paul Jaisini's Gleitzeit theory predict such a massive, pops self-entertain madness, following technologicalexplosion, but not in illusive scales.
Uber Aless @2015 NYC USA
NOTE Date's numbers and events can be slightly inaccurate.
#gleitzeit #paul-jaisini #invisible #painting #art #futurism #art-news,
i'm not a grat fan of ironing but I found the a great use for the ironing board.... when it's too cold in the conservatory to use the dining table to study.... Needs must
Zeus gathered all the useful things together in a jar and put a lid on it. He then left the jar in human hands. But man had no self-control and he wanted to know what was in that jar, so he pushed the lid aside, letting those things go back to the abode of the gods. So all the good things flew away, soaring high above the earth, and Elpis/Hope was the only thing left. When the lid was put back on the jar, Hope was kept inside. That is why Hope alone is still found among the people, promising that she will bestow on each of us the good things that have gone away.
Note: Unlike the famous 'Pandora's box' version of this story (which is attested as early as the eighth century B.C.E. by the Greek poet Hesiod), this version notably does not blame all the misfortune of the world on a woman.
Translation by Laura Gibbs for Oxford World's Classics
for Flickriver - Sophie Shapiro
I would like to thank everyone who takes an interest in my work. I am truly grateful and appreciate your ongoing support and positive feedback. Please take good care of yourselves in these uncertain times. Keep well, safe & inspired.
Kind regards,
Sophie
Camera over the head view for a different angle on those voluptuous D-type curves. There are times when a tilting live view screen would have been useful, and this was one of them. Early afternoon, and the autumn sun was starting to drop - stretching out the shadows and warming up the light nicely. Note the lack of any real dashboard on the passenger side, just a bunch of fifties electrickery that my knees were wedged up against as I went out for a spin...
Operating on one of the oldest and historic routes in the country is the Northern Central Railway doing business as Steam Into History. They operate over a portion of the original Northern Central Railway between New Freedom and Hanover Junction.
The route was chartered by an act of the General Assembly of Maryland on February 13, 1828 as the Baltimore and Susquehanna Railroad Company, the second designated rail system in the state after the famed B&O with authority to construct a railroad from Baltimore northeast to the Susquehanna River. To reach the Susquehanna at any commercially useful point, the new line would have to cross the state line into York County, Pennsylvania. After typically convoluted and complicated machinations of that era this stretch of line seen here was completed in 1838 to York and reaching the Susquehanna in Lemoyne across from Harrisburg in 1851.
In 1861, the PRR acquired a controlling interest in the Northern Central's stock to compete with the rival B&O. Thereafter, the Northern Central operated as a subsidiary of the Pennsylvania Railroad for the remainder of the PRR's existence and into the Penn Central era.
President Abraham Lincoln traveled on these very rails three times...twice in life and once in death. He road to and from Washington over the NCRR to travel to Gettysburg to deliver the Gettysburg Address in November 1863, changing trains in Hanover Junction. After Lincoln's assassination, his body was transported via the same rails on the funeral train's journey from Washington, D.C., to Springfield, Illinois.
In the modern era the NCRR route was double tracked and signaled with signature PRR position lights and carried heavy thru freight and passenger traffic through the 1950s and thru passenger trains remained into the late 1960s.
In 1972 Hurricane Agnes dealt a devastating blow to Northeastern Railroads with severe flooding throughout the region. After sustaining damage along the main line in Maryland, the PC petitioned the Interstate Commerce Commission to abandon the railroad south of York and reroute the remaining traffic via the electrified Port Road. This section of the line between York and New Freedom was acquired by the Pennsylvania Department of Transportation in June 1973. In the 1990s and early 2000s a dinner train operated on this route and then in 2013 Steam Into History was born. A wood burning 4-4-0 American steam locomotive the “York” was comissioned. A faithful reproduction of a typical American Standard engine common on North American railroads in the mid to late 19th Century. “York” was custom built by the Kloke Locomotive Works LLC from late 2010 to Spring 2013. Its design was based on O’Connor Engineering blueprints for the replica Union Pacific No. 119 and Central Pacific “Jupiter” that reside at the Golden Spike National Monument. The York and three replica period coaches offer the chance to create a living history scene as they travel through countryside largely unchanged from the Civil War era.
A truly unique tourist rail operation this was a place I long wanted to see. And even with them running only abbreviated four mile trips north at the moment it was still worth a visit. Here they are passing aptly named Railroad Park just north of the Kirchner Road crossing at MP 38.1.
Railroad Borough, Pennsylvania
Saturday August 1, 2020
(Yup - that's really the name of this incorporated town!)
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I captured this image during our recent stay at the caravan park in Port Elliot, Adelaide, South Australia. It was such a lovely place with beautiful beach and lovely colors. It is a favorite for kids to jump of this jetty into the water. Apparently they used to do this by bike and jump with their bike and all into the water. I only saw the kids jumping though!
Port Elliot is a town in South Australia toward the eastern end of the south coast of the Fleurieu Peninsula. It is situated on the sheltered Horseshoe Bay, a small bay off the much larger Encounter Bay. Pullen Island lies outside the mouth of the bay. At the 2006 census, Port Elliot had a population of 1,754, although this section of the coast is now built up almost all the way from Goolwa to Victor Harbor.
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$35 ottoman/trunk that we got for $10. Very useful multi-use item.
Oranjello the cat, furniture, ottoman, trunk.
upstairs, Clint and Carolyn's house, Alexandria, Virginia.
May 16, 2015.
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BACKSTORY: Got up around 7:15AM, made it out driving by 7:51 AM and went out until around 1:30PM for a total of 5 hours, 39 minutes. Spent $73.00 plus ~$7.98 gas for 41 miles of driving (15.1 mpg @ $2.94/G), for a total cost of $80.98. We drove to 64 yard sales±, stopping at 22 (34%) of them. We made 49 purchases (50 items) for a total estimated value of $743.64, leading to a profit/savings of $662.66. So in essence, we multiplied our $80.98 investment by 9.18X. (Also, if you think about it, the profit counts for even more when you consider that we have to earn $~755 on the job, pre-tax, in order to take home the $662 in cash that we saved. How long does $662 of disposable income take to earn, vs the 5.65 hrs we spent here?) Anyway, this works out to a *post-tax* "wage" of $117.29/hr as a couple or $58.64/hr per person.
±THE TAKE:±
$10.00: furniture, storage chest/ottoman/trunk, brown leather, 32x17.5x16", with storage area (EV:$35.16)
$7.00: guitar, electric, red, Rockwood by Hohner, only has 2 strings(EV:$149.99)
$3.00: instrument, zither, Small World Toys, Toys That Toot, only has 1 pick, missing second pick and tuning key (EV:$9.99)
$3.00: boom box, Durabrand, model cd-2036, AM/FM cassette cd player (EV:$14.99)
$3.00: game, Horseshoes, Billard, Rodeo Model (EV:$31.49±)
$2.50: yard decoration, stone mushroom, maybe 8-10 inches high (EV:$±44.99±)
$2.00: game, Square Off, ±Parker± Brothers (EV:$±15.00±). Similar to ±Rubik's± Race.
$2.00: game, ±Rubik's± Race (EV:$±12.99±)
$2.00: baseball bat, wooden, Louisville Slugger 225YB, Powerized (EV:$±3.96 Goodwill price tag±)
$2.00: GPS, Garmin Nuvi 780, ICG014055, FCC ID: IPH-01278 IC: 1792A-01278, 10R-023994 (EV:$±29.49±)
$2.00: component video cable for Wii, 62606 (EV:$±1.69±)
$2.00: game, Tic Tac Toe beanbag toss, purple, including 5 beanbags (EV:$±14.99±)
$2.00: Inflatable Gigaball, Item# 6119, production date 201209 (EV:$±59.98±)
$2.00: swing, black, Game Time (EV:$±14.19±)
$2.00: swing, green (EV:$14.19)
$2.00: phone, retro, 10 memory speaker telephone, 10.25x9.5", Spirit of St Louis Collection Telephone Hands Free Speaker Retro Look (EV:$±14.58±)
$2.00: radio controlled helicopter, Helizone FireBird, #41164, 3 Channel Metal Frame Coaxial Helicopter, with USB charger (EV:$±19.99) A broken one was thrown in for free as parts.
$2.00: Guitar Hero guitar, Wii, 19 stickers, skull buttons (EV:$10.20)
$2.00: Guitar Hero guitar, Wii, 20 stickers (EV:$10.20)
$1.00: comic book, Gene Simmons Dominatrix, Lesson 4, IDW www.idwpublishing.com (EV:$3.99 price tag)
$1.00: comic book, Gene Simmons Dominatrix, Lesson 5, IDW www.idwpublishing.com (EV:$3.99 price tag)
$1.00: comic book, Gene Simmons Dominatrix, Lesson 6, IDW www.idwpublishing.com (EV:$3.99 price tag)
$1.00: liquor bottle, airplane sized, Tia Maria, from Jamiaca (EV:$12.67 based on $38 for 3 )
$1.00: liquor bottle, The Eternal City's Precious Liqueur, Chatham Importing Co, NY, 11222 (EV:$12.67 based on $38 for 3 ) www.chathamimports.com/sambuca.php
$1.00: liquor bottle, Queen's Castle, Blended± Scotch Whiskey, Brooks & Bohm (EV:$±12.67 based on $38 for 3 ±)
$1.00: liquor bottle, Grand Old Parr, ±Blended± Scotch Whiskey, 12 years old, MacDonald Greenlees LTD (EV:$±12.67 based on $38 for 3 ±)
$1.00: liquor bottle, Cheri-Suisse, Swiss Chocolate Cherry Liqueur (EV:$±12.67 based on $38 for 3 ±)
$1.00: liquor bottle, Vandermint Liqueur, Park Avenue Imports (EV:$±12.67 based on $38 for 3 ±)
$1.00: liquor bottle, Royal Chambord Liqueur, Pres Chamboro, France (EV:$12.67 based on $38 for 3 ), however (EV:$7.09 for just the empty bottle)
$1.00: liquor bottle, hoglano Enziein Crreme RSchmes, Anton RiemerSchmrs Munchen, Norddeutscher Lloyd Bremen (EV:$12.67 based on $38 for 3±)
$1.00: wig, black with magenta streaks (EV:$±2.99±)
$1.00: plastic Grim Reaper ±scythe±, Rubie's Costume, 1994 (EV:$±5.40±)
$1.00: guitar, First Act Discovery, missing 3 strings, FG 186 [not FG 125], 31"x10" (EV:$1.04)
$0.50: action figure, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Raphael, McDonald's, 2007, shell opens, 5.25x2.25" (EV:$±.50±)
$0.50: action figure, ±Avatar±, 2009, 4 joints, battery operated, but maybe the batteries are dead. 5" tall (EV:$3.33)
$0.50: action figure, The Incredible Hulk, Burger King, 2008, 3x3.375" (EV:$±3.94±)
$0.50: action figure, ±Shrek±, Princess Fiona, McDonald's, 4.25x5", 3 joints, on/off switch and speaker on back don't seem to work (EV:$8.11)
$0.50: action figure, Fantastic Four, The Thing, Burger King, 2007, 5x4", 3 joints (EV:$±4.99±)
$0.50: stockings, fishnet, Music Legs, Style 973, black with rhinestones up the backseam (EV:$±10.80±)
$0.50: stockings, fishnet, Music Legs, Style 973, white with rhinestones up the backseam (EV:$±10.80±)
$0.50: stockings, fishnet, Music Legs, Style 973, red with rhinestones up the backseam (EV:$±10.80±)
$0.50: stud bracelet, Hot Topic (EV:$±3.00±)
$0.10: medical paper tape, Care One, 10yards (EV:$±3.49±)
$FREE: Indian feather headdress, 11 feathers, 2ft wide (EV:$±8.00±)
$FREE: coloring book, ±G.I. Joe±, Undersea Mission, Marvel Books, 1987, 02488501045 (EV:$±3.90±)
$FREE: sticker book, ±Batman±, DK (EV:$6.95 price tag)
$FREE: coloring book, ±Cartoon Network± Cartoon Cartoons, (EV:$2.99 price tag)
$FREE: Wiimote silicon sleeve skin, black (EV:$±1.77±) They asked for a dollar and when Carolyn tried to talk them down to $0.50, she said to just take it because she didn't want coins.
$FREE: bubbles, Super Miracle Bubbles, Imperial, 100 fl oz, about 60% full, 076666213481 (EV:$15.00 based on $4.00 for 16 fl oz)
$FREE: speakers (2), Panasonic, Model No. SB-AK520, Part No NX0224, Serial no. TN4CB089299 (EV:$18.00)
$FREE: action figure, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Michaelangelo, McDonald's, 2007, 5 joints, twisty action when squeezed, 4.5x3.5"(EV:$±4.31±)
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June 2018, I went into the City of Sydney to view firsthand the spectacular VIVID SYDNEY, a festival of light, patterns, music and ideas.
This image is one of my long exposure photographs of the bright and pretty projections of light over the Sydney skyline. These colorful projections were continuously changing, illuminating the buildings in various pretty colors, making Sydney Harbour look like a piece of art with all the colorful reflections in the water.
A must see if you are in Sydney late May to mid June. It is held each year.
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"Vivid Sydney is a festival of light, music and ideas.
Vivid Light transforms Sydney into a wonderland of 'light art' sculptures, innovative light installations and grand-scale projections for all to enjoy - for free. It is a magical celebration of light-design excellence and the world's largest outdoor 'art-gallery': a unique Vivid Sydney experience.
Vivid Light engages lighting artists, designers and manufacturers from around Australia and the world to illuminate, interpret and transform Sydney's urban spaces through their creative vision.
Scan of a photo I took from a hot air balloon (BUHABS - student balloon club) in 1993 or so, over Bristol.
Greendale: Day 11 of the Misfits' Undercover Operation
With the rest of the Misfits still enrolled in the college, Drury had left Rigger, Reardon and Gar to browse the nearby mall. With them distracted, and in good enough spirits, he was able to enter the Ballroom, a small bar in Greendale's town center without arousing their suspicions. As he opened the door, he was met with a large, suited guard, standing between him and his contact.
"You're late," the guard noted.
"Couldn't find a parking space I liked," Drury lied, placing his cocoon gun and the accompanying cartridge of white pellets onto the cork crate beside him: holding his arms out so that the guard could pat him down, pausing as their hands reached the large stuffed rabbit Drury had forced halfway down his back jacket pocket.
"It's for my son," Drury blushed. "He'll be 20 this month."
The guard raised a judgemental eyebrow, but gave way nonetheless, allowing Drury access into the private booth. The seated occupant rose to his feet and offered his hand out to greet him.
"Mr Walker. We haven't been formally introduced yet. My name is David Li, but you can call me-" he began, only for Drury to cut him off.
"-Bookworm, yeah, yeah, Roman's right hand, I know. Chuck's mentioned you. Said you were an honourable sort. Or at least as honourable as a mob accountant gets, I suppose... He's also said that he wished you'd find more... eh, 'ethically sound' employment."
"Oh, I'm quite satisfied in Mr Sionis' employ, thank you," Li smiled politely. "Although we have been... challenged, as of late. Perhaps it's better to show you: Here."
Li reached into his briefcase and handed Drury the first of many photos, as Walker tried his very best not to throw up.
"Lucio Moxxom. October 31st. Halloween. Head decapitated and mailed to the Sionis penthouse," Li explained, before moving onto the next victim:
"Marco Viti. November 5th. Bonfire Night. Thrown into a Steel Mill furnace. Headfirst."
And the next:
"Angelo Mirti. November 16th. Thanksgiving. Drugged and strung up outside the East End Warehouses. A pound of C4 placed... Well, in a place best left unsaid. And since then, there have been three other murders just like them. Remind you of someone?"
"Julian..." Drury realised, as his heart sank.
"Yes. There was a note attached to the first victim's... ah, head, which matches the handwriting we have on record... Here's the copy I made," Li handed Drury a small sheet of paper, and he read it aloud:
"'Roman Sionis... should've stayed in Italy... blah blah... day of reckoning...' bit pretentious... 'Before this year is through, we will see you burn.'" Drury read. "How come I didn't hear about this sooner? Why didn't you go to the cops?"
"Because the last thing Mr Sionis wants is the GCPD intruding on his businesses. He gets enough bother from the Bats: Something we have in common, I hear. We can help you with that," Li lowered his glasses. "Mr Sionis, believes there's a connection between Day, and this man: The White Mask. And, on Halloween, a recent blood test confirmed his suspicions that White Mask, real name: David Franco, is the son of Richard Sionis. His father. This revelation has Mr Sionis reeling, as he's now certain that Franco, has joined forces with Day to remove him from power."
Though he had only been half listening, Drury suddenly perked up. "Sorry, Dave Franco-?"
"Yes, believe me, we all know what it sounds like... Might we skip the jokes and focus, please?" Li sighed.
"Oh, no, we can not just gloss over that. I've got so much material to work with!" Drury joked.
"If you could concentrate please-" Li restated, as he motioned to his bodyguard, the burly man who had patted Drury down earlier with firm enthusiasm.
"Right, yes, sorry," Drury gulped. "Continue."
"In the weeks since he first received those blood tests, Mr Sionis has turned to Henry Ferris: Iron-Hat, a vile man really. Ferris, believes that to catch Day, we must first lure him out into the open. And what better way is there, than with a holiday party? I believe you're familiar with the annual Janus Cosmetics Christmas ball."
"I am, yeah," Drury reminisced. "But you could wrap Roman in tissue paper and a big red bow, and Jules would probably still show up. Doubt it matters to him, but it would limit casualties."
"You're being sarcastic, I take it," Li noticed. "Believe me, you have every reason to distrust my employer, hate him even, but if you do nothing, if The Calendar Man kills Roman Sionis... Well, you have no idea the kinds of monsters he's kept at bay. Or the evils that will rise up in his place..." Li stopped himself from elaborating further and instead, took a pen from his breast pocket, and scrawled a few digits onto the napkin beneath his soda. "The offer stands. We can grant you safe passage into Gotham, however many guns you require, and in exchange, we request your expertise in dealing with Calendar Man. I'll be staying in the hotel on Rhodes Street; visit me there when you have an answer."
==Greendale: Day 17==
"You didn't tell me you were working with Sionis," Kuttler frowned.
"No, I didn't..." Chuck murmured, just as confused as he was.
Drury approached the False Facers and shook hands with Li. "You remembered my terms, yeah?" he asked.
"Yes," Li spoke. "We already have people bringing Mr Sharpe to the rendezvous point," he confirmed. "We are, however, still struggling to locate Mr Fiasco. We've not heard from him since he was released from GCPD custody."
"Forget it, Len knows how to disappear: he'll be deep underground by now," Drury reasoned. "He's never really liked the spotlight."
"Quite," Li agreed. "We have a small smelting plant in one of the neighbouring towns. I've arranged to have your truck moved there, where it can be quietly decommissioned."
"But not before you 'quietly' scavenge whatever Bat-Tech you can get a hold of, right?" Drury questioned him, hesitantly reaching into his back pocket, and placing the keys into Li's expectant palm.
"Perhaps," Li said coolly.
"Oh, mind you, I quite like the hood ornament," White remarked, as he ran his fingers along the grill of the truck. "Might have to keep that for myself."
"Uh, Drury?" Chuck interrupted, speaking on the group's behalf. "Could we maybe talk about this for a minute?"
Drury, looked back over to Li. "Five minutes," the Bookworm relented. Walker nodded gratefully, and rejoined the rest of the Misfits.
"How exactly did you arrange an escort from the Great White Shark of all people? Did you subscribe to the Iceberg Lounge's loyalty scheme?" Kuttler inquired, a note of sarcasm in his voice.
"They do that?" an oblivious Mayo asked. "What a gip!"
"Dru?" Rigger asked expectantly, electing to ignore Mayo.
"Well, you remember those couple of days we spent in the city center? Blake had his teaching gig, you got your sword, Gar got that nifty new lighter and we all had a brief pint in that place on L-Street?"
"Sure, that was the happiest I've ever been," he replied.
'Really?' Gar thought.
"Well, while you were browsing through shops, I actually had a meeting with Li there: The guy with the hat. We'd been texting for a couple of days prior; think Sharpe maybe gave him my mobile... Doesn't matter. Well, matters a little... But, what's important is, Li told me that Sionis' people are being taken out one by one. On holidays," he stated, pausing for dramatic effect.
'Julian...' Chuck gasped.
"Jules?" Blake wondered. "But that'd mean..."
"Exactly. I think we've found our mastermind," Drury concluded.
Ten placed his head in his hands. "God, Drury, I thought we moved past this," he sighed wearily.
"We did, I know, I'm sorry, but look at the facts: We know Carson isn't smart enough to play the long game. Julian is. If he's part of- or the leader of the Outcasts, we have to take him down. We could end this all, right here."
"Just like in Nanda Parbat, right?" Reardon asked, standing his ground.
"That was different. Please," Drury pleaded.
"Ok, Drury, let's say that he is behind all this, that he paid Krill and promised Carson revenge: that still doesn't explain that Zolomon ghoul," Chuck addressed it. "What does he get out of this?"
"Guess we'll just have to ask him ourselves," Gar stated, as he stood by Drury's side.
The other Misfits, looked more hesitant to join him.
"There'll be a party," Drury tried to entice them. "Booze. Food. Women," directing each of these at Flannegan, Mayo and Blake in that order.
"I'm in," Blake replied confidently, as Rigger also cheered enthusiastically.
"You know me, boss, I'm just here for the paycheck," Otis agreed.
"And if there's a free buffet-" Mayo licked his lips. "Well, that'd just be swell."
'Swell...' Gar mouthed, looking at Drury and nodding affirmatively.
The next to speak, Chuck sighed. "God, peer pressure is a bitch... Hell yeah, let's do it," he smiled. That just left Ten.
"Hey. You said you trusted me," Drury smirked.
"Eh-" Reardon protested.
"You said, 'Drury, I trust you,' you did," he teased.
"Hey, if you said that, it's on you," Blake shrugged.
"Well, that's- That's not a direct quotation," Reardon responded. "It's not!" he repeated to the skeptical ensemble. "Fine," he said reluctantly. "Fine."
"Does it even matter what I think?" Kuttler asked bitterly.
"I mean, I thought I'd at least give you the illusion of choice," Drury smiled boyishly.
"Good job," he scoffed.
==Gotham City==
The Apartment of the Deceased Jumbo Carson. Now home to his brother Ted, his daughter Bridget and their lackey Roger Hayden
The door creaked open, as Julian Day entered the room, his hands smelling strongly of hand sanitizer: A habit he had taken up since his meeting with The King of Cats. Hayden, was currently sat atop the kitchen stool, watching cartoons with intense delight, while his hands caressed his beloved Medusa mask.
At the side of the room, Bridget was putting up a Christmas tree; with many of the decorations recovered from her childhood home to celebrate the first Christmas she was spending with her father since his return- a gesture gone unnoticed by Carson himself.
"Allow me," Day said softly, as he reached into the cardboard box of mementos and placed the star at the top of the tree. 'No tinsel?' he noted. 'Pity.'
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Carson perked up. "Who'd you kill this time, huh?" he demanded, as he poured himself a cup of black coffee.
Day didn't reply.
"And where the hell's Krill anyway?" Carson continued to press. "Would never have agreed to this arrangement if I'd known you'd be poaching my people for god knows what."
Bridget, was actually quite grateful for Krill's absence. Though responsible for bringing her father home, Krill himself had been both crass and disrespectful to her family, with his constant jokes aggravating Carson's already foul temper. Day, at least, buried his insults in flowery language that often went over her father's head.
"My partners have Krill working on a separate assignment right now," Day spoke. "You, should stay focused on yours."
"Separate assignment- Stay focused? But I'm not doing anything!" Carson disagreed.
"Precisely," Day said coldly. "I can't have you bumbling around Gotham like a drunk Darth Vader."
"I-," Carson stammered. "We should be out there, searching for the putz who killed Jacob!"
Day took the coffee pot out of Carson's hands, and poured the steaming liquid into his festive mug. "No. You really shouldn't," he disagreed. "The matter has already been dealt with. Pass the milk, please, Roger."
Carson intercepted Hayden's hand. "No, 'Roger,' don't pass him the goddamn milk! Dealt with? Dealt with?! You have no right to-"
"Oh, and you do?" Day scoffed. "It was your failure at the hospital that got Ant-Man captured. And your inaction that got him killed."
Bridget arrived at her dad's side and placed her hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to calm him down. "It's not worth it," she urged.
Carson took a deep breath. "That's my point," he told Day. "Listen, if you'd just let me talk to your partners, we could coordinate on this. Let me set the gas mains alight, hit the power station. Something big to draw Walker out of hiding!"
Day paused to process the magnitude of Carson's suggestion, and brow furrowed, turned to Bridget sympathetically.
Dejected, Carson changed direction. "At least I'm trying! While you were out... washing your hands? I, had a talk with the White Mask. Turns out, he's seeing somebody,"
Day rolled his eyes. "Barson, I'm really not interested in tabloid news and idle gossip," he said disinterestedly.
"But you'll like this: His new girlfriend, is none other than Jenna Duffy. Lynns' girl. You know what that means, don't you? They broke up," Carson said gleefully.
Day raised an eyebrow, suddenly invested. "Really?" he wondered.
"Really?" Carson quoted. "Yes, really, why would I lie? It was a big teary eyed thing, Franco said. Apparently, Lynns had to choose between her and his best friend, and he chose Walker. Crazy, right?"
"Crazy," Day repeated. "Hn. Congratulations, Barson, perhaps you're not all that useless after all," he concluded.
=The Iceberg Lounge's Private Bar=
Sionis was sat in the backroom, in a makeshift surgery room. Doting over him, was Lazlo Valentin: Professor Pyg. Sionis, had refused anaesthetic, of course: He'd heard all kinds of horror stories about Valentin transforming simple surgical procedures into nightmarish experiments. Presently, Valentin had been put to work adjusting Sionis' face in anticipation of the holiday party: Sandpapering his scalp, varnishing the surface and tracing over his skull-like features with a small scalpel, all to accentuate Sionis' fearsome visage
"Pretty as a picture," he snorted, as he kissed Sionis' bald scalp tenderly.
"Thanks, Porky. Feel better already," Sionis remarked disingenuously, as he unhooked the white bib from his person, and admired himself in the overhead mirror.
"Sir, the Misfits are outside," Li's voice announced through the door.
"Alright, give me a minute," Sionis replied as he swatted Valentin away.
"Look lively, the strippers are here!" White yelled crassly, as he and Li led the Misfits into the parlour. The convoy, had arrived later than scheduled, having first stopped off at Kuttler's home, to allow him to recover various devices and gadgets he believed would be useful against Day and his apparent henchmen.
"Just remember," Drury was warning them, "Roman's not exactly our biggest fan. Because we keep trying to kill each other. So tread carefully." He paused, as he sniffed the air. "Did you just varnish this floor?" he addressed Sionis' bodyguards. "Smells great."
"Lynns!" Sionis greeted them, as he entered through the backdoor, adjusting his red tie as he made his way towards them.
"Mr Sionis, sir," Gar replied a little awkwardly, as the two shook hands firmly.
"Roman, son. Call me Roman. Here, sit down," he offered, pulling a chair out for his former employee, and handing him a crystal glass of whiskey. "You too, Flannegan."
Chuck looked like he was going to throw up. "Otis, he threw me off a building," he muttered in his ear.
"That's business, Brown, you gotta look past things like that," Flannegan responded, as he too accepted a glass from Sionis.
"Aha, Kite-Man," Sionis sneered, finally addressing the rest of the group. "How was your trip?"
"Eventful," Chuck responded.
"Oho, I'll bet," Sionis replied, recalling their last encounter with sadistic pleasure. "Please, as a sign of good faith; your comrade in arms." With the snap of his fingers, the door opened behind them, as Montgomery Sharpe was escorted in by Iron-Hat Ferris, and a rather familiar hooded figure. As Ferris made his way to Sionis' side, his attention was drawn to Gar and Rigger. "Aw, look, they come in different colours now, that's neat," he said mockingly.
As Gar's fist clenched, Joey instead pulled his arm back as if to say 'It's not worth it.'
"Hello everyone, happy holidays to you all," The Dragon King cheered. "Montgomery has told me all about you, of course," he elaborated, placing a hand atop Sharpe's shoulder.
"Love that guy," Sionis said. "Caught him raking through my dumpster for body parts a while back."
"Quite so," Ito said nostalgically. "When Mr Sionis first asked me to tend over Montgomery, I was hesitant, but during our weeks together, I have been most impressed by his growth and maturity."
"That Montgomery?" Reardon asked, noting Sharpe's uncharacteristically quiet composition.
Ito paused, as his reptilian eyes locked onto Drury, and his gaze softened. "Ah, of course, you must be Cliff Walker's boy. You look so very much like your father."
Ito's remark, was intended as a compliment, sure, but Drury had never felt sicker. He put on a fake smile, and thanked him.
"Alas, I'm afraid I cannot stay for the festivities," Ito admitted. "My daughter, Cynthia, is having a sleepover this weekend with her fellow classmates, and it is paramount I remain there to supervise her, to limit any potential ruckus. She gets awfully rebellious when she has too much sugar. But, you should know that I have cookie dough proofing in your fridge downstairs. Once it has been baked, it shall be splendid."
"Thank god," Sharpe whispered under his breath, as he finally exhaled. "He's a nice guy and all, but he eats pizza with a fork and he hides all the alcohol," he confessed to an appalled Blake. "Lost $200 to his fucking swear jar already."
"Montgomery?" Ito inquired in a paternalistic tone.
"I said ducking."
I bet the solar panels are generating loads of energy this week! In the glorious sunshine, Colas Rail Freight's 70812 leads the 6J37/1059 Carlisle Yard Colas to Chirk Kronospan logs south through Coppull on 26/06/18, this being the second day the 70 hauled this train.
She was in High School yet but headed off to college. So we make this corner table together, hoping it would be useful in the years ahead. The three legs come off easily with a wrench. The triangular "table" on top could be used as a footstool underneath. Hard to believe that this table is over 30 years old and that it has lived in college dorms, apartments & rentals, but is now in her very own home, hundreds of miles from where we made it.
Indiana
Elephants eat tall grasses, but the portion consumed varies with season. When the new growth appears in April, they remove the tender blades in small clumps. Later in the year, when the grasses are higher than 0.5m they uproot entire clumps, dust them skilfully and consume the fresh leave tops, but discard the roots. When grasses are mature in autumn, they clean and consume the succulent basal portions with the roots and discard the fibrous blades. From bamboo they eat seedlings, culms and lateral shoots. During the dry season from January to April, they mainly browse on both leaves and twigs preferring the fresh foliage, and consume thorn bearing shoots of acacia species without any obvious discomfort. They feed on the bark of white thorn and other flowering plants and consume the fruits of wood apple, tamarind, kumbhi and date palm.
Connecting plates on the studs side. This is a tablescrab my son Sandro came up with. Might be useful.
As plastics is a 70 years old invention, we do not really kno how long it takes before it breaks down in nature. 400 - 600 years, is an educated estimate. For all that time it is a potential environmental problem. And for a thing that is useful for maybe 1/1000 of a second..
Nasty Evil Bike prepped in the garage for another week of commuting. I don't like this bike, but I don't hate it like it hates me.
Believe it or not under all the nana-accessories is a mountainbike. It's a cross-country bike but I once raced it in the Rotorua round of the New Zealand Downhill Champs. I managed to stay on that time but in the Auckland Downhill Champs at Dome Valley I was spectacularly thrown through the air (to the delight of the crowd) landing head first in a cutty-grass bush half-way down a bank.
Accepting the bike's evil nature (and handling) I retired from downhill after a two race career and restricted myself to crashing during cross-country races, something I (and the geometry of the frame) were rather adept at. Twenty years later I am still riding the Nasty Evil Bike. It is horrible, but it is tough.
The main reason why my earlier models of the Corsair had a fuselage that was six studs wide was because it had to house the undercarriage and I haden't quite worked out how to fit that inside a narrower fuselage. With all kinds of new parts, lots of useful brackets mainly that facilitated building parts of the fuselage sides using tiles mounted vertically, I've been able to make it work.
A useful trick question to spring on someone, if you're in a mood to be a little silly.
This photo of a herd of sheep is a still frame from a 4K video, shot with Sony A7RM4 with a Sony 24-105mm f/4 lens.
The video was in 4K and I cropped out a little from the right edge to bring the aspect ratio closer to the 1:1.5 format of the 35mm still images.
Not unexpectedly, the image from the video was much softer than a still photo (below), but surprisingly, the WB was quite different (noticeably cooler). The image was also lighter, as if it were overexposed by a stop or so. I guess the video had to be graded – I had not. I did some quick tweaks to the WB and sharpness to get closer to the still photo, and with more elbow grease, I'm sure I could narrow the gap even further.
Although not a substitute for a print-worthy still photo, the video image is pretty darned good for online consumption on Flickr, Instagram, etc. I don't know if it's capable of capturing a fast moving subject. I'm not into videos, but I can see there may be times when shooting in video might be a good way to capture a good still frame, instead of endlessly shooting at a high frame rate!
Napier, New Zealand
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Photograph taken from the North Haven Breakwater at the southern end of North Haven Beach.
On a few days vacation recently, I took a drive not far south of Port Macquarie, mid north coast, New South Wales, Australia. I came across this beautiful spot in the Camden Haven district called North Haven. Such a beautiful beach, not at all crowded, and a 'waiting to be photographed' breakwater or break bridge as I believe they call it. The breakwater was quite long with all different types of huge rocks lining the edge. I think many of them were granite. I have no idea how they transported so many very big rocks to this location. It is as if it is a bit of a secret location, as Google, etc do not seem to have much on the net about this.
On the left side of the breakwater was the surf / ocean and on the right side (can only view part), a type of lagoon which had pretty blue water and is apparently a great place for fishing.
[Courtesy Wikipedia]
North Haven is a suburb in the Camden Haven district on the Mid North Coast of New South Wales, Australia. As the suburb's name suggests, North Haven is located on the northern shore of Camden Haven and is connected to the nearby commercial centre of Laurieton by a bridge.
Enjoy the beautiful waterways, sparkling ocean, gorgeous beaches and stunning national parks around North Haven, a charming village at the mouth of the Camden Haven River. The Grants Beach coastal walk is great way to experience the diverse beauty and rich bird life.
{Courtesy - visitnsw.com/destinations/north-coast/port-macquarie-area/north-havenAbout North Haven]
From swimming and surfing to fishing and boating, North Haven is a delightful holiday destination in the Greater Port Macquarie region on the NSW North Coast. You’ll be delighted with the beautiful waterways, including Camden Haven River and Queens Lake.
The NCS: Mobile Anti-Space-Debris Exo-Frame. [M.A.S.D.E.F.] or 'Mastiff' - as it's called in the outer rim.
At once a useful tool for removing pesky asteroids from your LL-Class Starship's path, and a powerful defensive suit in those tense extra-terrestrial encounters! The M.A.S.D.E.F. if an all-in-one powerful extension of any human crew member.
Also available in 'Loader' Format- Coming Soon!
My entry for the #BricksandBeer #9BrickMech contest. I love this little guy! Featuring prototype Brickarms in the over-shoulder extensions, and some woooonderful test-shot #Bionicle I was gifted💜 for the blast effects.
I had the wonderful opporttunity of working with Kendra Deanne again this weekend. Here's one I shot with her in May at Miss Aniela's Fashion Shoot Experience at the Master Shipwright's house in Greenwich, London
Can't wait to show you what we did, but it involved creatives from all over the country, a wedding blog, a biplane, a helicopter and a private school
Book design by Sharon Cooper
Model Kendra Deanne
Hair Ceri Cushen
MUA: Ania Gastol
Couture Ralph Pink
As Mona continues to surprise Emily by giving Elizabeth blunt, useful advice, Marie finally comes downstairs, thermos ready to be filled with coffee.
Unable to resist, she jabs Emily with her elbow.
“Good morning, Roomie. And what are we all talking about this morning? Where are all the kiddos?”
Elizabeth: “Rat and Misty took them out for breakfast this morning. They’ll be back shortly. We’re just talking about Henri, who will no longer be a problem for me.”
She’s nearly convincing everyone at the table that she just might be over the French American cutie.
Elizabeth turns her framed photo of him toward the table.
“If he wants to cavort with shelf Poppys, let him.”
recently my parents put up a new lamp in their living room. that left some some holes in the ceiling where parts of the old lamp had been fastened. they decided to cover it up with origami.
my dad said that this old version of the Ilan Garibi's cube tess (which they had lying around) would be great. I refused it d told that I'd refold it from white elephant hide to match the colour of the ceiling.
the noteworthy thing about this version is of the cube tess is how the edges are flat and not standing up as usual. I also glued the edges to keep them closed and that put a lot of pressure on the pattern. so it bulged very much (it basically looked like a ball). so I moistened and flattened it for a night. now it's very flat and practically doesn't bulge at all. I would in fact prefer a little curvature, but it might be just as well the way it turned out.
EDIT: there was some confusion about the picture on facebook, so maybe I should clarify: the tessellation is not above the lamp. it merely covers the spot where the cable enters the room. in that spot there was some plastic cover before and now there are some bolt-hole circles from the screws. so the tess is a bit like cosmetic surgery.
actually, the lamp is some feet away from the tessellation (see the middle picture in the lower row).
Before I explain its benefits, Nephila clavipes is a very big spider that occurs in middle Americas including the Caribbean. The females like this one are about three inches long and are about four times bigger than the males. They are called Golden Orb-web spiders because the "anchor lines" on the web are a bright yellow colour. Now for the useful bit. It has recently been discovered that the silk of Nephila clavipes can surgically improve the regeneration of damaged mammalian neurones (nerves). In vitro experiments have shown that a thread of silk can lead a neurone to the site from which it was severed. Further, the silk elicits no reaction from the immune system so is not rejected by the host's body. I photographed this individual on her massive web at Corcovado National Park in Costa Rica.
Waterloo East is strange because it's treated as a London Terminal for ticketing, but no trains actually terminate here. It is very useful, however, and connects to various tube lines and the South West Trains network at Southwark and Waterloo stations. The Southeastern blockade means that no trains will call here from 26th August-2nd September, so expect chaos on the train network in South-East London for one week!
“MARS 1 – MARS 1 returned data 66 million miles from earth in 1963, but failed to send back information on Mars. During its useful lifetime, MARS 1 returned data on the earth’s magnetosphere and the interplanetary magnetic field.”
One of resident TRW/STL artist/illustrator John Desatoff’s gorgeous & immaculate works.
Per the NASA Space Science Data Coordinated Archive (NSSDCA), along with a quite a bit more:
“Mars 1 was the first spacecraft to fly by Mars, although communications had been lost before it reached the planet. It was an automatic interplanetary station launched with the intent of flying by Mars at a distance of about 11,000 km. It was designed to image the surface and send back data on cosmic radiation, micrometeoroid impacts and Mars' magnetic field, radiation environment, atmospheric structure, and possible organic compounds. After leaving Earth orbit, the spacecraft and the booster fourth stage separated and the solar panels were deployed. Early telemetry indicated that there was a leak in one of the gas valves in the orientation system so the spacecraft was transferred to gyroscopic stabilization. Sixty-one radio transmissions were held, initially at two day intervals and later at 5 days in which a large amount of interplanetary data were collected. On 21 March 1963, when the spacecraft was at a distance of 106,760,000 km from Earth on its way to Mars communications ceased, probably due to failure of the spacecraft orientation system. Mars 1 closest approach to Mars occurred on 19 June 1963 at a distance of approximately 193,000 km, after which the spacecraft entered a heliocentric orbit.
At:
nssdc.gsfc.nasa.gov/nmc/spacecraft/display.action?id=1962...
Better:
www.drewexmachina.com/2017/11/01/you-cant-fail-unless-you...
Again, with a WHOLE lot more. This is excellent actually:
www.planetology.ru/panoramas/huntress_marov_2012_presenta...
Credit: “Laboratory for Comparative Planetology” website
The Hamar are very preoccupied with their beauty. They have at times spectacular haidresses.
Men use a wooden headrest / pillow which prevents the hair from touching the ground. It is used as head rest to protect the clay wig that some do on the top of the head, but it is also useful as a seat. The most famous hair style for woman is when their hair is in short tufts rolled in ochre and fat or in long twisted strands. These coppery coloured strands are called "goscha"; it's a sign of health and welfare.
They also wear bead necklaces, iron bracelets around their arms, and decorate their breast with lots of cowry shells, like a natural bra.
Around married women's necks, you can see "esente": torques made of iron wrapped in leather. These are engagement presents; they are worn for life and indicate their husband's wealth. One of the necklaces catches more especially the attention: it is called the "bignere". It has a phallic-shape end. A man’s first wife can only wear this jewellery. Her status is the higher one in Hamer society. The Hamar women who are not first wife have a really hard life and they are more slaves than wives...
The young unmarried girls, for their part, wear a kind of oval shape plate, in metal. It is used like a sunshield, but it tends to be rare in the tribe.
© Eric Lafforgue