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Robyn hugs Stef, I decided to process this image today mainly because I finnished reading Clash of Kings, and she reminds me a bit of Daenerys Targaryen.
Perhaps it is because I am on a Jane Austen kick, but this picture reminds me of Elinor and Marianne from Sense and Sensibility. After reading the novel, I began to see similarities between my girls and her characters. So this is my 21st century picture adaptation of the two Dashwood sisters ^^
The Upper Crust performing at Mad Oak Studios in Allston, MA - USA on March 2nd, 2010
28 Rugg Road
Allston, MA, 02134
cwriggs@gmail.com
Website: theuppercrust.org
Contact: crustmail@gmail.com
www.myspace.com/benjamingrotto
From the official Bio
The Upper Crust played their first show in the back room of a Cambridge, Massachusetts bar one Monday night in 1994.
Not for a moment did they or anyone else imagine that-more than a decade later-they would be comfortably enshrined in
the pantheon of rock stardom, polishing their platform shoes to kick it up a notch with their newly remixed, remastered
collection of stellar hits “Cream of the Crust.”
The original band concept was simple and loaded with comic potential: Young fellows singing about the joys and sorrows
of the only life they knew, like numberless youths since the dawn of rock and roll… only these lads are filthy rich and
theirs is a life of appalling self-indulgence, entitlement and privilege. The result was seen in instant classics like “Let
Them Eat Rock,” “Little Lord Fauntleroy,” and “We're Finished With Finishing School.” Like any other concept band, the
odds against longevity seemed loaded. No one has been more surprised then they themselves to find that the public's
appetite and affection for the Upper Crust, far from diminishing, has grown more insatiable with every passing year.
It was not long before the band's image resolved into sharper focus, as they adopted the dress and personae of members of
the 18th century European aristocracy in powdered wigs and knee breeches, and the identities Jackie Kickassis (drums),
Lord Bendover (guitar, vocals) the Duc d'Istortion (guitars, vocals). Original members Lord Rockingham and the Marquis
du Rocque left to pursue other careers and were replaced by the vastly talented Count Bassie (bass, vocals).
The Crust appeared on Conan O'Brien, played with Aerosmith, earned accolades in national press (Vogue, GQ, etc.). They
released three studio CDs and one live CD on various independent labels. They won the love and devotion of an ever-
growing legion of fans, among them many music and show-business celebrities like Joan Jett, Steven Tyler and daughter
Liv, Steve Jones (Sex Pistols), Tenacious D, etc.; people who could appreciate the nuances of their art with its peculiar
blend of head-banging hard-rock, comedy, and theater.
Preferring the lavish comforts of their stately homes and disliking the hardships of the road, for several years they played
mainly East Coast shows and spot tours, where they would fly to England, New Orleans or Los Angeles for one or two
shows. In this way they succeeded in avoiding the demands of celebrity while enjoying its perquisites.
But now the time has come for them to claim their due, and with the aid of famed producers Sean Slade and Paul Q.
Kolderie, they've remixed and remastered a compilation of 18 of their greatest hits. Cream of the Crust is released in
collaboration with Redeye Distribution.
The band has been feverishly active since September, hitting such diverse markets as Raleigh, N.C., Milwaukee, Chicago,
Cleveland, Boston, Providence, R.I., New York, Philadelphia and Baltimore. Next, they contemplate a full West Coast
tour and a more detailed Southern itinerary, and are entertaining offers from European promoters.
A live Upper Crust DVD entitled “Horse & Buggery” will be issued by Reptilian Records of Baltimore in November
to celebrate the label's 17th anniversary.
An animated appearance on the Comedy Channel's “Code Name: Kids Next Door” is scheduled for this winter (date
to be determined).
Press activity is already swelling, with forthcoming spreads in several national publications.
The band will be doing extensive radio and press promotion is available for interviews, in-store appearances and all other
publicity.
Website: theuppercrust.org
Contact: crustmail@gmail.com
Fawns and does show affection in sweet ways. Before going into my back yard I have to do so quietly so that I don't frighten the deer that rest and eat there.
© JANN ART PHOTOGRAPHY 2011
Music from the "Free Affection" playing somewhere in Marin County. (●'◡'●)
I am flip flopping between posting some new local pics and some old China pics.
Futuro portatore di benessere...
Sei il battito del mio cuore e la vita che ho trovato in te.
Tu sei di più...
Sei la semplicità dell'amore.
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Silvia, 30 Settembre 2002
All Saints, Stansfield, Suffolk
Stansfield was a place I sometimes recalled with affection - the church, for it was one of the first I'd visited when I started doing the Suffolk Churches Site back in the late 1990s. Like its neighbour Rede, I remembered it as an utterly ordinary little place, but open and welcoming, full of a sense of its own past, the recent and more distant. But it was easy for me to find other places to go, and I did not come back to Stanstead for nearly 15 years.
In the gently rolling hills of south west Suffolk, tiny villages sleep the sleep of the quietly forgotten. How many people have even heard of Stansfield? Here, in this intensely agricultural corner, where the fold of a ploughed field can swallow a church tower, one might pass close by without ever knowing. So it was with a slight sense of guilt that I rolled up on a day of sub-zero temperatures in February 2013, flakes of snow combatting the north wind, only to find the church locked.
I needn't have worried, however. For ordinarily this church is open every day, and coming back a few weeks later on a sunny April Saturday I found the big south door wedged open with a kneeler, to let in the air and the sunshine and me.
Here, in the shadow of the glories of its famous other neighbour Denston, All Saints is a surprisingly large church. As you approach, the most striking survivals are a fine pair of decorated niches either side of the east window, as at Cotton, and a superb roodloft stair turret, rising above the roofline and surmounted by battlements, as at Clare. You can imagine a late medieval mason seeing the grand ones there and thinking hmm, I could do something like that. These survivals are signs that the Victorians were gentle with All Saints.
The light Victorian restorations in this part of East Anglia are a reminder that this was a poor place then, which also explains Denston's survival. This is a church of the common people, where the plowman and the sheepboy came to worship. The poor font where they were baptised has been terribly chopped about, and it is hard to see exactly which century produced it - Mortlock thought the late 13th. It now stands rather awkwardly on High Victorian marble legs.
The roof is late medieval, and is said to bear a carving on one spandrel of a scene from the legend of St George, although I am afraid that I could not make it out with my poor eyesight. An image niche containing a modern madonna marks the site of a chantry altar for the guild of St Mary. The piscina that served the altar can be seen beside it, beneath the window.
Another madonna, in the form of a relief, leans in a window splay between the two war memorials. These are both to the First World War, which may seem surprising; but one remembers the Stansfield Congregational Sunday School boys who went off to die, and was brought here from elsewhere. The other is the parish memorial.
Arthur Mee records the memory of Samuel Ogden, a Rector here in the 18th Century. He preached brilliant sermons in a growling voice, peppered with epigrams which were not understood by anyone in his congregation. It was not unknown for him to preach in Latin, or even Arabic. Mee claims that he was a popular man, and was admired by Dr Johnson. One wonders what the plowman and the sheepboy made of him.
Between the tents, dirt, sweat and urin there's still lots of time for looooooove.
BTW - If you see someone you know, please send me a pm or something so I can tag the capture/or in worst case - delete it.
Unnatural Affections
One Pride Day in Toronto, I noticed a guy taking a million pictures of all the scandalous perverts, but pulling faces to clearly communicate his disapproval. Of course I had to photograph his performance. The moment he noticed, he rushed up and demanded I stop. I dedicate this to him and hope he found some kind of redemption in his collection of dirty, dirty pictures.
So, for your consideration, a set of illustrations taken from an encyclopaedic catalogue of human sexual diversity, chosen to poke at the way we run together moralizing with evidence-based medicine to produce ideas about what's healthy and what's criminal. Experts dissect and evaluate and problematize, religions vilify - and tourists walk around with cameras taking pictures and going EWWWWW!
This series is showing at garner narrative gallery www.garnernarrative.com in Louisville, KY, opening Friday April 6 (6-9 pm) and running through May 25, 2018.
62.366: Sanura and Themba who are proud parents, of now 7 month year old cubs, show affection with each another at the Milwaukee County Zoo. I've been trying to capture a moment like this for a while, still close, I think I'm wanting a little less blur. I still really like this photo regardless.
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I tweeted last night that I had been up 13 hours and finally put CA in for a soak. DOH it had been 23 hours. Tired grrl can't add!
I didn't do a strong block on this one. I hung it over the shower rail overnight when it was really wet and this morning I just smoothed it out on the couch to wait out that last little bit of damp. I don't care too much about trying for a straighter edge as it'll be wrapped in circles around my neck anyway.
Yes I departed from the pattern and used my MC as the outer border. This shawl was really ALL about that yarn for me! I wanted to use up as much of it as possible.
I'll have to weigh the leftovers, I'm pretty sure someone who likes working with laceweight might be able to make something out of them-- working with it doubled was the only thing that made it bearable for me!
And yes I have not woven in the few ends yet. Too tired last night!!
Na een ongeluk met paarden wat resulteerde in een knie die helemaal kapot is met gescheurde kniebanden, compleet afgescheurde kruisband en een gescheurde meniscus, blijft de liefde voor de paarden toch bestaan...
De zorg voor de eigen paardjes blijft toch bestaan en gaat iedere dag door.
De liefde die je ervoor terugkrijgt is onvoorwaardelijk!
After an accident with horses which resulted in a knee which is completely broken with torn knee ligaments, completely torn ligament and a torn meniscus, remains the love of horses still exist ...
The care for your horses still exist and will continue every day.
The love that you get in return is unconditional!
NEW YORK - OCTOBER 25: Democratic presidential candidate and U.S. Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton (D-NY), hugs husband and former President Bill Clinton as they appear at her 60th birthday party at Beacon Theater October 25, 2007 in New York City. The party and concert included celebrities Elvis Costello and Billy Crystal. (Photo by Mario Tama/Getty Images)
EB 1911 (pd):
JACKSON, THOMAS JONATHAN (1824-1863), known as “Stonewall Jackson,” American general, was born at Clarksburg, Virginia (now West Virginia), on the 21st of January 1824, and was descended from an Ulster family. At an early age he was left a penniless orphan, and his education was acquired in a small country school until he procured, mainly by his own energy, a nomination to the Military Academy. Lack of social graces and the deficiencies of his early education impeded him at first, but “in the end ‘Old Jack,’ as he was always called, with his desperate earnestness, his unflinching straightforwardness, and his high sense of honour, came to be regarded with something like affection.” Such qualities he displayed not less amongst the light-hearted cadets than afterwards at the head of troops in battle. After graduating he took part, as second lieutenant in the 1st U.S. Artillery, in the Mexican War. At Vera Cruz he won the rank of first lieutenant, and for gallant conduct at Contreras and Chapultepec respectively he was brevetted captain and major, a rank which he attained with less than one year’s service. During his stay in the city of Mexico his thoughts were seriously directed towards religion, and, eventually entering the Presbyterian communion, he ruled every subsequent action of his life by his faith. In 1851 he applied for and obtained a professorship at the Virginia military institute, Lexington; and here, except for a short visit to Europe, he remained for ten years, teaching natural science, the theory of gunnery and battalion drill. Though he was not a good teacher, his influence both on his pupils and on those few intimate friends for whom alone he relaxed the gravity of his manner was profound, and, little as he was known to the white inhabitants of Lexington, he was revered by the slaves, to whom he showed uniform kindness, and for whose moral instruction he worked unceasingly. As to the great question at issue in 1861, Major Jackson’s ruling motive was devotion to his state, and when Virginia seceded, on the 17th of April, and the Lexington cadets were ordered to Richmond, Jackson went thither in command of the corps. His intimate friend, Governor Letcher, appreciating his gifts, sent him as a colonel of infantry to Harper’s Ferry, where the first collision with the Union forces was hourly expected. In June he received the command of a brigade, and in July promotion to the rank of brigadier-general. He had well employed the short time at his disposal for training his men, and on the first field of Bull Run they won for themselves and their brigadier, by their rigid steadiness at the critical moment of the battle, the historic name of “Stonewall.”
After the battle of Bull Run Jackson spent some time in the further training of his brigade which, to his infinite regret, he was compelled to leave behind him when, in October, he was assigned as a major-general to command in the Shenandoah Valley. His army had to be formed out of local troops, and few modern weapons were available, but the Valley regiments retained the impress of Jackson’s training till the days of Cedar Creek. Discipline was not acquired at once, however, and the first ventures of the force were not very successful. At Kernstown, indeed, Jackson was tactically defeated by the Federals under Shields (March 23, 1862). But the Stonewall brigade had been sent to its old leader in November, and by the time that the famous Valley Campaign (see Shenandoah Valley Campaigns) began, the forces under Jackson’s command had acquired cohesion and power of manœuvre. On the 8th of May 1862 was fought the combat of McDowell, won by Jackson against the leading troops of Frémont’s command from West Virginia. Three weeks later the forces under Banks were being driven over the Potomac at Harper’s Ferry, and Jackson was master of the Valley. Every other plan of campaign in Virginia was at once subordinated to the scheme of “trapping Jackson.” But the Confederates, marching swiftly up the Valley, slipped between the converging columns of Frémont from the west and 111 McDowell from the east, and concluded a most daring campaign by the victorious actions of Cross Keys and Port Republic (8th and 9th of June). While the forces of the North were still scattered, Jackson secretly left the Valley to take a decisive part in Lee’s campaign before Richmond. In the “Seven Days” Jackson was frequently at fault, but his driving energy bore no small part in securing the defeat of McClellan’s advance on Richmond. Here he passed for the first time under the direct orders of Robert Lee, and the rest of his career was spent in command of the II. corps of the Army of Northern Virginia. As Lee’s chief and most trusted subordinate he was throughout charged with the execution of the more delicate and difficult operations of his commander’s hazardous strategy. After his victory over Banks at Cedar Mountain, near Culpeper, Virginia, Jackson led the daring march round the flank of General Pope’s army, which against all theoretical rules ended in the great victory of second Bull Run. In the Maryland campaign Lieut.-General Jackson was again detached from the main army. Eleven thousand Federals, surrounded in Harper’s Ferry, were forced to surrender, and Jackson rejoined Lee just in time to oppose McClellan’s advance. At the Antietam his corps bore the brunt of the battle, which was one of the most stubborn of modern warfare. At Fredericksburg his wing of Lee’s line of battle was heavily engaged, and his last battle, before Chancellorsville, in the thickets of the Wilderness, was his greatest triumph. By one of his swift and secret flank marches he placed his corps on the flank of the enemy, and on the 2nd of May flung them against the Federal XI. corps, which was utterly routed. At the close of a day of victory he was reconnoitring the hostile positions when suddenly the Confederate outposts opened fire upon his staff, whom they mistook in the dark and tangled forest for Federal cavalry. Jackson fell wounded, and on the 10th of May he died at Guinea’s station. He was buried, according to his own wish, at Lexington, where a statue and a memorial hall commemorate his connexion with the place; and on the spot where he was mortally wounded stands a plain granite pillar. The first contribution towards the bronze statue at Richmond was made by the negro Baptist congregation for which Jackson had laboured so earnestly in his Lexington years. He was twice married, first to Eleanor (d. 1854), daughter of George Junkin, president of Washington College, Virginia, and secondly in 1857 to Mary Anna Morrison, daughter of a North Carolina clergyman.
That Jackson’s death, at a critical moment of the fortunes of the Confederacy, was an irreparable loss was disputed by no one. Lee said that he had lost his right arm, and, good soldiers as were the other generals, not one amongst them was comparable to Jackson, whose name was dreaded in the North like that of Lee himself. His military character was the enlargement of his personal character—“desperate earnestness, unflinching straightforwardness,” and absolute, almost fatalist, trust in the guidance of providence. At the head of his troops, who idolized him, he was a Cromwell, adding to the zeal of a fanatic and the energy of the born leader the special military skill and trained soldierly spirit which the English commander had to gain by experience. His Christianity was conspicuous, even amongst deeply religious men like Lee and Stuart, and penetrated every part of his character and conduct.
See lives by R. L. Dabney (New York, 1883), J. E. Cooke (New York, 1866), M. A. Jackson (General Jackson’s widow) (New York, 1892); and especially G. F. R. Henderson, Stonewall Jackson (London, 1898), and H. A. White, Stonewall Jackson (Philadelphia, 1909).