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True Value, Shop Rite Hardware and Paint Supply, Silas Deane Hwy Wethersfield, CT, Pics by Mike Mozart of JeepersMedia and TheToyChannel on YouTube
SOCHI, July 21. /TASS/. Russian President Vladimir Putin said on Friday his core values are life, love and freedom.
"The first and foremost [value] is life itself. This is the biggest value. Then, love and freedom," he said answering children’s questions at the Sirius Educational Center for Gifted Children.
"Much can be said about each of these values, and much has been said. WE CAN SPEAK A LOT ABOUT LIFE, WHICH IS SO PRECIOUS - EITHER IT IS A BIOLOGICAL CONDITION OR AN INTELLECTUAL STATE. We can reflect on love - relations between man and woman, love for one’s parents, or for your country. We can deliberate about freedom - how far it can reach " THE PRESIDENT SAID, ADDING THAT ONE’S FREEDOM ENDS WHERE INFRINGEMENT ON OTHER PEOPLE’S FREEDOM BEGINS.
My own response /own opinion -not gospel truth!
Putin seems to have got it right when he says that ONE’S FREEDOM ENDS WHERE INFRINGEMENT ON OTHER PEOPLE’S FREEDOM BEGINS.
Putin hasn't got any intrinsic values at all; his extrinsic values are
avariciousness,
covetousness,
greed,
lust, lascivious etc
all are centred on external approval or rewards; for instance wealth, social status, self image and personal security.
Definitions from trusted source: dictionary.com etc
Meaning of "avariciousness": an intense selfish desire for wealth or possessions
e.g. estimated 200 billions in hidden accounts all over the world, $600 millions yacht, castles etc
Meaning of "covetousness": 1 : marked by inordinate desire for wealth or possessions or for another's possessions
e.g. : He looked at his friend's wife with covetous eyes
2 : having a craving for possession
e.g.: he's covetous of God's power over all creatures
Meaning of "greed": a selfish and excessive desire for more of something (such as wealth and territory) than is needed
Meaning of "lust": : usually intense or unbridled sexual desire :
e.g. Putin is motivated/consumed more by shameful lust than love.
There’s no “good” values to be found in this evil war criminal; his followers, men and women, are obviously all in league with this corrupt rotten devil
Values described above work wonders for the economy and no one therefore will find anything wrong with them but are the root cause of all conflicts and wars such as this Russian/Ukraine war; as long as we value the pleasures of the flesh we’ll have to fight wars until we value the pleasures of the “spirit” that can only be found in “Heaven” {which can be found here on earth if we look hard enough}
music theme: Brambles - In The Androgynous Dark
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Nikon F801s
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I really dug today's brief, and the divine way we are being guided towards more authenticity through the unpacking of ourselves. I appreciate prompts that are re-focusing, re-centering, re-evaluating of where we honestly are so that we are freed to make choices with intent.
I struggled with shots today, as it is raining and I have full days without much space for creative exploration. Or at least that is what I thought. Then I re-thought... humm. What do I value? Why am I here, in this course?
Great reminders. I decided to take this course again because I knew I would be nurtured, and I so value that. Thank you, Vivienne for all the ways you nurture each of us. I also knew I would be challenged, and I so value that too!
I want to promote ageing with ferocity. I want to be creative and i want to expand what i am familiar with about myself, and this course has aimed me, like an arrow, at evoking unfamiliar ways of seeing myself as a path to that comfort. Check.
I value movement. Paramount. It has come to mean the world to me, freeing me from frozen states of trauma, and literally helping me to be in the world differently.
I have repurposed a photo from a previous shoot, making jazzy, eclectic and holy lemonade from lemons. I value both my time and the courage it takes to see myself evolve as a creative maker of my own image.
I value this experience so much. I feel fully in it, and am so inspired by the artistry, vulnerability and honesty of this cohort.
There are light colors such as the white shirt, pink shoes, and tan wall. There are dark colors as well such as the dark blue floor tiles, the black blazer, the black skirt, and the black lines on the shirt.
Giclée (/ʒiːˈkleɪ/ zhee-KLAY) is a neologism coined in 1991 by printmaker Jack Duganne for fine art digital prints made on inkjet printers. The name was originally applied to fine art prints created on a modified Iris printer in a process invented in the late 1980s. It has since been used loosely to mean any fine-art printing, usually archival, printed by inkjet. It is often used by artists, galleries, and print shops to suggest high quality printing, but is an unregulated word with no associated warranty of quality.
About color reproductions, I love them and have no qualms about hanging them in my home. I don't think I will ever own a original Dufy but I have a nice poster that makes me happy purchased sixty years ago for one dollar. My question here is value for product, the commercial side of fine art.
At Kennedy Galleries we did a good business in the sale of John Stobart limited edition color offset prints. Asked if the value would increase over time most of the sales staff would say something vague about the secondary market but few would guarantee a growth in value. The average price was five hundred for a hand signed print, forty years later the secondary market hovers around six hundred for many of his prints. Fair market value?
ok, trying to compensate for the lamentable absence of PaD last two days (shame on me!) I thought I would try to give the viewer real value for money and include a free original story to go with the pic, pro bono as they come, but being lazy I engaged an AI dude, ChatGPT to be specific, to write it for me and here it goes, I accept no responsibility for the product, not a single word changed from AI's effort
"In a city where the traffic lights were permanently stuck on yellow, and everyone walked a little sideways just because it felt right, there stood a statue of a lion with a leaf clasped gently in his mouth. The statue's name was Sir Reginald P. Lionhart III, but everyone just called him Reggie. No one knew why a lion would hold a leaf, and frankly, no one questioned the oddities in this town—like the crosswalks that led nowhere or the park benches facing brick walls.
Reggie's leaf wasn't just any leaf; it was a meticulously chosen leaf from the only tree in the city that grew upside down. The roots reached for the sky, and the branches plunged into the earth, defying all botanical logic. One day, the leaf decided it had enough of subterranean life and embarked on an adventure upward, eventually landing squarely into Reggie's open mouth.
Reggie, being a lifelike statue with a keen sense of irony, decided to keep the leaf right there. It was his silent protest against the mundane expectations placed upon stone lions. Holding a leaf was his way of saying, "I contain multitudes."
People started to notice. The local philosopher, who held office hours on the corner between the invisible bookstore and the café that only served imaginary tea, proclaimed that the leaf symbolized the absurdity of existence. "It's a manifestation of our intrinsic desire to find meaning in the meaningless!" he shouted to a crowd of none.
Children began to leave offerings at Reggie's feet: mismatched socks, left-handed gloves, and drawings of three-headed dragons playing saxophones. They felt a kinship with this lion who dared to be different in a world that was already quite different.
One night, a mime—who wasn't actually trapped in an invisible box but liked to pretend he was—approached Reggie. "Why the leaf?" the mime didn't say. Reggie didn't reply, because statues and mimes share an unspoken bond that transcends words.
Meanwhile, the mayor issued a decree that all statues must adhere to the "Statue Code of Conduct," which explicitly forbade the unauthorized holding of foliage. Reggie remained unmoved—literally and metaphorically. The townspeople loved him for it. They started a movement called "Leaf It Be," campaigning for the rights of statues to express themselves.
Amidst all this, the leaf began to sprout tiny wings. Turns out, it wasn't a leaf at all but a caterpillar in disguise, yearning to become a butterfly but accidentally becoming a leaf instead. Reggie didn't mind. He admired the caterpillar’s commitment to its absurd identity crisis.
Eventually, the caterpillar-leaf took flight, leaving Reggie's mouth and soaring into the nonsensical sky, where clouds sometimes floated underground and rain fell upwards. Reggie felt a pang of something that might have been emotion if statues could feel.
In the end, Reggie decided to hold a spoon in his mouth next, just to keep things interesting. The townspeople applauded his new choice, reading all sorts of culinary and existential meanings into it. The philosopher began writing a book titled "The Spoonful of Existence," which no one would read because the pages were all blank.
By the way, did you ever consider that maybe the lion isn't holding the leaf—the leaf is holding the lion? In a world that absurd, anything is possible. Perhaps the real question isn't why the lion has a leaf in his mouth, but why we think a leaf doesn't belong there in the first place."
I finished up the value quilt top today! I am really loving it so far! I think I will straight line quilt it. Now that I'm comfortable with my walking foot, I want to play around with straight quilting a little!
Almost all my points match, which makes me quite happy because I did not take the time to trim down every HST block. It just takes too long!!
Michael has become my go-to quilt holder-upper! :D
Imagine for a moment, that there is a bank account that credits you with £86,400 every morning. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening, whatever you have failed to use is deleted. What would you do? Draw out every penny of course! Each of us has such a bank. It is called time. Every morning, you are credited with 86,400 seconds and every night, whatever you have failed to put to good use is written off. It carries over no balance. It allows no over draft.
You must live in the present on todays deposits. Invest it wisely and reap the rewards because you never know when your account could close. Make the most of today.12/11/2012
Continuing to create a sample board of value and key-stoning for my online workshop - to be filmed next month.
Mexican Smalti value mixes from front to back
- Light, med-light, med-dark, dark