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This character is quite iconic. Having a single light from beneath made him appear... Genuinely afraid of the dark.
The lego figure C3PO is wickedly cool, and at the same time..... plain. Can't get my head around those two feelings at the same time, but still that's how I feel.
Playa de las Lapas.
Domingo, 11 de Febrero de 2007.
La Coruña (Spain)
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Guardian camera club: photographing a journey. I suspect this attempt to convey the hustle, bustle,movement and vibrations of a journey will be too out there for the Guardian reviewers
So who's afraid of ghosts, or better of kitties...??
Halloween's coming to the cat's nursery as well, lol, and don't worry, not any tiny kitten or ghost has gonna get harmed :)
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سنة 2008 :$ بس احبببها هالصووره
يالبى قلببه هالشيطوون..اذكروو الله بلييز ()
"Monsieur Calib, must zis cursed collection be housed *here* of all places?" grumbled Chapter Master Von Braun.
"I'm afraid so, my lord. Orders from the Shadows. Who are we to question?"
The Knight Treasurer withheld a further complaint. Calib was as much a servant of Hades as he was. There was no point pulling ecclesiastical rank here.
"You may be right," he answered. "And yet, I am responsible for ze safety and smoothe running of zis city. You put us at risk housing your collection here."
"Indeed, my lord. And yet our betters believe that these works are so heretical that it is safer to store them away from the mainland. Besides which, a good many of these documents are being produced out here across the Brick Seas!"
"Why store zem at all?" he wondered aloud.
"Oh my lord!" exclaimed the wizened monk. "Without an accurate record of all heretical documents, we cannot begin to prosecute unbelievers effectively."
"Imagine, if you will, we discover a man in possession of a heretical document. He claims he only inherited it from his great grandfather. And yet, from our records here, we can tell that it was from an edition that was only printed last year. Now we know it is appropriate to burn him alive. Before this library existed, we would've had to be content with flogging him! I mean can you imagine?"
Von Braun merely grunted.
"No!" snapped the monk. "We do vital work here!"
"Well do it quietly," answered the Knight. "Und make sure I never hear any complaints."
I am not going to lie. (I wish I wasn't) but I am afraid.
This is a picture from a sad evening when I was actually very happily dancing. Around this time of the night, others are very brutally stopped from dancing somewhere else, minutes away.
I am looking at my own Bataclan tickets I had for tonight and I see people dancing. I hear them singing as well. They look happy.
I am crying, they keep dancing, I keep crying, they keep singing.
If I listen carefully they tell me not to be afraid.
But... I am (and the stage is empty)
ODC-What Is There To Be Afraid Of
I think this year more than ever we're seeing the devastating effects of Climate Change. I know the west coast is burning up and over here in the east we are inundated with excessive amounts of moisture and flooding! it's truly frightening how extreme the weather is becoming. climate.nasa.gov/evidence/
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”
― Plato
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This is the end of every song that we sing
The fire burned out to ash, and the stars grown dim with tears
Cold and afraid, the ghosts of all that we've been
We toast with bitter dregs, to our emptiness
And the birds falling out of our skies
And the words falling out of our minds
And here is to love, to all the love
Falling out of our lives
Hopes and dreams are gone
The end of every song
And it all stops
We were always sure that we would never change
And it all stops
We were always sure that we would stay the same
But it all stops
And we close our eyes to sleep
To dream a boy and girl
Who dream the world is nothing but a dream
Where did it go?
Where did it go?
Broken voiced lament to call us home
This is the end of every song we sing
Where did it go?
Where did it go?
Where did it go?
Where did it go?
Broken voiced lament to call us home
Holding back onto something you want hurts. I'm afraid of everything about us. I'm afraid of you taking me for granted. I'm afraid of taking another shot for us. I'm afraid of holding into something that slowly fade away while I grip it tight. I'm afraid of the pain.
But the worst part is, I'm afraid of losing you. And I would sacrifice all of that as long as you'd be with me.
I was fascinated by the cut-out shot I did the other day cause it turned out nice. So I tried another and failed. XD It turned out lame. But luckily there's photoshop. :P
Last episode of Pretty Little Liars today. :( :(
Amazing Georg Eberhard Rumphius (1627-1702), the Blind Pliny of Ambon - whom I've often mentioned in these pages - was a great botanist of the East Indies. More than that, he was also a general naturalist and anthropologist, and he writes most colorfully and engagingly.
In Book VI of his great Herbarium amboinense he waxes eloquent in many pages on our Crinum asiaticum, known to him as Radix toxicaria especially in connection with the Upas Tree, Antiaris toxicaria, for him Arbor toxicaria.
Rumphius in Book II devotes lots of space to the dangers of that Arbor and its deadly poisonous sap or resin. He does that in the context of one of those Dutch Colonial Wars in what is today Indonesia. The Dutch and their proxies on Ambon fought the so-called Fifth Ambonese War (1651) against the Sultan of Ternate (and allies of Makassar) who took exception to their monopoly of the clove trade. The Sulawesans fought against cannon and muskets with blowpipes equipped with poisoned darts (which Rumphius describes carefully and interestingly). The poison was taken from that Upas Tree and became deadly mixed with 'bitter ginger'. In fact the Ambonese-Dutch soldiers were more afraid of those darts than of their own sophisticated metal.
Rumphius describes how once hit by such a dart an antidote was what he - in his Dutch version - coyly calls in Latin 'Excrementum Humanum'. He adds that if a given soldier didn't have any of his own, a fellow would be happy to give him a crap. This stuff served as an emetic, thus expelling the poison. But a far better remedy says our anthropologist-naturalist is a medicine concocted from the root of our pretty pink Crinum asiaticum. It's an even more powerful emetic... And, I would think, just a bit less revolting.
In the inset I've provided a colored engraving taken from Rumphius's Herbarium. It was published by Pierre-Joseph Buc'hoz (1731-1807) around 1775.
"I'm afraid of you
And all the things that I know...
Is guilt an emotion or some kind of tax,
the man upstairs makes you pay?
I'd never hurt you but I wouldn't worry if you were lost at sea.
Where is my pride, where is my self respect?
Does it serve any purpose to you?
I'd never leave ... I am too fucking scared of what you and your lawyers might do.
I'm afraid of you
And all the things that I know love can do.
I'm afraid of you -
Everyone would be if they only knew"
Vast - I'm afraid of you
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIy4vXloCDE
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Day 22
The Ghouls stand on the top of a hill. Rachél is afraid and don`t want to toboggan. The other Ghouls talk to her well. Suddenly Rachél sit on the sledge and get a push! With the sledge she move quickly down the hill. She is frozen with fright. The sledge stopped. Nothing happened fortunately. Mad Ghouls!!!