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Logging is a way of moving logs from a forest to sawmills and pulp mills downstream of stream of a river. It was the largest transport method for early logging in Europe and North America.
The workers lived in cold untouched timber cottages in the woods near the river. There they slept, cooking food over open fire, without the chimney, only an opening on the roof where the smoke went out.
It was a hard and risky work. Often the logs gathered together in the river, and the arbitrator carefully walked out of the logs to try to get rid of them. Many perished during this moment.
At this river where I caught these cottages at a float, they flooded the logs countercurrently. A very hard work, but if they managed to get them in the river, this part led to a final station, much better paid for each stock.
Photo my own, texture: Moonglowlilly.
Chastened
(Sierra Range, CA)
I have been hiking all day, and I really just want to get back to camp before the sun sets completely, but it seems nature is having a temper tantrum—she wasn’t able to expend her rage on me earlier, and now I am driving into a wall of storm. It is the wind first, racing through a maze of mountain walls, sucked forward by the pressure gradient of those alpine peaks and the desert valley behind me. The rolling tumbleweeds and dust spirals of September’s dryness careen across the valley before I start to a climb with traffic up I-395, only to be hit by sheets of rain which stop after a few seconds to let me see a second wave coming on. So I pull over and plant myself here to weather the last of her wrath. If it’s provoked, it matters not...I haven’t changed, I have only been asked to endure more. As she moves towards me, the sinking evening light breaks through within the melee, like an arbitrator between anger and reason, between darkness and clarity. Chastened, she sheds her fury out across the flood plain, with all the heavens applauding in the sunset. A wise man once told me, never go to bed angry. If only I could take you into the warmth out there now.
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Knaresborough, River Nidd, North Yorkshire
Spoiler alert… geeky history blurb up next!
The viaduct connects Knaresborough with Harrogate on the Harrogate line, in North Yorkshire, England. The line was built in 1848 with the Leeds and Thirsk Railway creating a branch from their line at Starbeck railway station to go through Knaresborough and connect with the line that was being built westwards from York as part of the East and West Yorkshire Junction Railway. Just as the viaduct had been almost completed, it collapsed into the River Nidd on 11 March 1848. The resultant noise of the falling masonry was said to have lasted for five minutes. Whilst there was no official inquiry, it is believed that the collapse of the viaduct was down to a combination of bad workmanship, poor materials and excess water in the swollen river below as a result of heavy rain over a period of two months. Despite the collapse, the centre span was still in-situ and had to be demolished before work could start again on a replacement viaduct. [I’m expected Terry and Mike to debate the frugalities and craftsmanship of Yorkshire folk at this point]
The fall of the viaduct necessitated a temporary Knaresborough railway station situated to the east of the present day station whilst a new viaduct was completed and the permanent station was built. The collapse of the viaduct allowed a considerable amount of stone and lime to enter the river. Due to the presence of lime in the water, thousands of fish were found dead over a large stretch of the river downstream. The contractors, Wilson and Benson, took the two railway companies to court as Thomas Grainger had been engaged to act as an arbitrator in the resultant argument about who should pay for the failed viaduct. Grainger decided that the railway companies should pay over £5,600, but that the two contractors must pay £2,389 and relinquish any further claims on property, materials or the right to build the new viaduct. The main complaint that Benson and Wilson had against Grainger was that he had been employed by both companies to engineer the railway line and stations, so they alleged a bias on his part.
A new viaduct was started in 1848 and used the same source of stone as the previous viaduct; a quarry at Abbey Crags, part of the Nidd Gorge through Knaresborough some 1 mile (1.5 km) to the south of the viaduct. The stone was quarried from the same Upper Plompton Grit that was used in the castle and other buildings in the town.
A replacement viaduct was opened on 1 October 1851 costing £9,803, and was constructed with castellated walls and piers to blend in with the ruined walls of Knaresborough Castle. It consists of four arches and three piers, the middle of which stands in the water. Railway mapping lists the viaduct as being 4 chains (260 ft; 80 m), but other sources list its length to be 330 feet (100 m). The viaduct is 78 feet (24 m) high, and each span is 56.9 feet (17.3 m) across in width.
The viaduct can be seen from the castle (looking upstream along the River Nidd) and is a regular viewpoint of the structure that has attracted accolades, though opinion is divided on the subject. In his 1967 survey of the West Riding of Yorkshire, Nikolaus Pevsner stated that the viaduct was "one of the most notable railway crimes in England. To castellate the bridge does not make it a picturesque object". Conversely, noted Yorkshire-born writer, J B Priestley, was in admiration of how the river reflected the viaduct and said that it "added a double beauty to the scene". In a 2015 poll conducted by the Dalesman magazine, the viaduct came at number 23 out of the 50 best views in Yorkshire. The viaduct is now a grade II* listed structure.
Personally, I love it, but the scene will look better in Autumn when the trees are changing colour… a note in the diary!
Convent di San Francescu Caccia
During our vacation we found this ruin. Because of the graves inside the church is was a real strange place...
Unfortunately the place was closed with a fence because the roof could collaps..
A little study of the place learned:
Its construction began in 1510, according to the plans of the monk Ghjuvacchinu di Sepula. In 1533, it is looted by the Genoese and is restored in 1569.
The convent belonged to the order of Franciscans Observants, and a dozen of these monks lived in these places. Bishop Marliani, in 1646, however, assesses their number to eight frati. They were called zoccolanti (carrying shoes) by the population because of their shoes. In addition to having the best land around Castifau and Moltifau, they live on handouts and various donations. The importance of religion in the piève is growing, the construction of a second church began in 1750.
The San Francesco convent had several roles in the history of the island In 1755 there took place the Cunsulta di Caccia who visa to establish in the territory Paceri, arbitrators who were intended to defuse conflicts between families. This type of court has deeply marked the region's inhabitants, who have always had the reputation to settle their disputes amicably
In 1772, after the annexation of France, the monarchy is in place in the convent a Giunta Naziunale, a sort of paternal court which renews the imposition of Paceri.
At the French Revolution, the convent was ransacked and looted (several element of furniture is also now divided between the churches of Moltifau and Castifau) and its monks were driven out. They returned at the ephemeral realm Anglo-Corsica (1794-1796) but remained little time and the convent was finally abandoned.
It became communal cemetery in 1824.
Lets say, a place with a history...
وصلت الصور التي شاركت بها في جائزة حمدان بن محمد الدولية للتصوير الضوئي 2011 إلى المراتب العليا بحسب الدرجات التي حصلت عليها من قبل المُحكمين، وقد تم عرضها اثناء الحفل الختامي للدورة الأولى لجائزة حمدان بن محمد بن راشد آل مكتوم الدولية للتصوير الضوئي الذي كان منقول مباشرة على قناة سما دبي الذي اقيم في برج بارك بمنطقة برج خليفة في دبي .. وسيتم نشرها ايضا في كتاب المسابقة السنوي ..
وذهبت المراكز الثلاثة الاولى ..
Zulkifli Zhu Qincay (Indonesia) - 1st place "
Pierpaolo Mittica (Italy) - 2nd place"
Oscar Cejas (Argentina) - 3rd place"
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لتصوير هذا الفديو عند ضهور صورتي ..
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My picture that participated in the award Hamdan bin Mohammed International Photography 2011 to the top ranks, according to the grades obtained by the arbitrators, and have been presented during the closing ceremony of the first session of the Award Hamdan bin Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum International Photography , which was shown directly on the Sama Dubai TV, >And my picture will be published also in the book of the competition
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A thorough pilot gives his mech a once over to make sure those lazy mechanics did not mess up his ride. Gotta make sure those bolts are tight before the battle, because once a leg comes off, well, its pretty much over.
Fits a fig.
Cleaner pic as promised, but I still am not 100% happy with the shot.
This is what it would look like if my Arbitrator M1
www.flickr.com/photos/53458657@N04/14832969848/
and my Desecrator II
www.flickr.com/photos/53458657@N04/14476294122/
somehow merged.
Some ideas don't feel final but times up on this weekend.
A different angle here - I like the way it looks a bit better but you can't really see whats what with the legs.
The Plaza de Toros de Las Ventas is the largest bullring in Spain; It is the world's third largest and de Las Ventasone of the most prestigious. It is located in the east of Madrid, in the Salamanca district, and has a capacity of 25,000 spectators. It was designed by architect José Espeliú, neo-Mudejar style and inaugurated June 17, 1931.
Las Ventas has an almost perfectly circular structure. The central arena is one of the largest in the world, with about 60 m in diameter. All around the arena develop the tiers of seats, divided into 10 compartments tendidos said, the most prestigious of which are covered. The tenth tendido is reserved for the president of the bullfight, which plays an arbitrator; in the same area is the balcony reserved for the king, right in front of the clock
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La Plaza de Toros de Las Ventas è la più importante plaza de toros della Spagna; è la terza più grande del mondo e una delle più prestigiose. Si trova nella zona est di Madrid, nel quartiere di Salamanca, e ha una capienza di 25.000 spettatori. Fu progettata dall'architetto José Espeliu, in stile neo-mudéjar e inaugurata il 17 giugno 1931.
Las Ventas ha una struttura quasi perfettamente circolare. L'arena centrale è una delle più grandi del mondo, con circa 60 m di diametro. Tutt'intorno all'arena si sviluppano le gradinate dei posti a sedere, suddivise in 10 scomparti detti tendidos, i più prestigiosi dei quali sono coperti. Il decimo tendido è riservato al presidente della corrida, che svolge funzione di arbitro; nella stessa zona si trova il balcone riservato al re, esattamente di fronte all'orologio
This is what it would look like if my Arbitrator M1
www.flickr.com/photos/53458657@N04/14832969848/
and my Desecrator II
www.flickr.com/photos/53458657@N04/14476294122/
somehow merged.
Some ideas don't feel final but times up on this weekend.
Additional shot with perhaps a less weird angle here.
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Sicily. Piazza Armerina.
Villa Romana del Casale
Late spring break.
The mosaic shows a wrestling fight between Pan and Eros. Pan to the left is bearded with a goat's horns and legs, Eros to the right is a winged boy. Between them is a palm leaf, the symbol of victory. The arbitrator of the match is standing in the front to the left of Pan. He is bearded and dressed in a purple toga over a white embroidered tunic. His right arm is raised to signal the start of the match.
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A result of my very first shoot underwater with a small point and shoot camera. Went shooting in the murkiest water possible (MY LUCK!) so most of the shots didn't turn out as planned. But hey, it's a learning curve, & I'm just glad I crossed one thing off my bucket list. More to come!
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Luke 12:13–21 (ESV)
The Parable of the Rich Fool
13 Someone in the crowd said to him, “Teacher, tell my brother to divide the inheritance with me.” 14 But he said to him, “Man, who made me a judge or arbitrator over you?” 15 And he said to them, “Take care, and be on your guard against all covetousness, for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions.” 16 And he told them a parable, saying, “The land of a rich man produced plentifully, 17 and he thought to himself, ‘What shall I do, for I have nowhere to store my crops?’ 18 And he said, ‘I will do this: I will tear down my barns and build larger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods. 19 And I will say to my soul, “Soul, you have ample goods laid up for many years; relax, eat, drink, be merry.” ’ 20 But God said to him, ‘Fool! This night your soul is required of you, and the things you have prepared, whose will they be?’ 21 So is the one who lays up treasure for himself and is not rich toward God.”
...Milwaukee’s Sherman Park neighbourhood. It sits conspicuously on the intersection of a congested commercial corner; a good and sensible place for a restaurant to be. Walk-in traffic must be numerous as it is the only restaurant in a walkable neighborhood. But despite this, the building does manage to successfully stand out and then surprise. Marlow’s tarantula on a slice of angel-food cake comes to mind; the business catches the eye because of the extravagant colours found on its exterior; a tangerine-yellow awning emerging from a contrasting purple affair complete with faux-billows that informs the potential customer what delights from the perfumed East (and I don’t mean Hoboken) may be found within. This frontage is not only informative, but it also provides the passerby with a stunning representation of mid-century American culinary-signage kitsch. Who could not patronize such a place?
Despite these aesthetic advantages, I many times over the years drove by the establishment and kept on going. This is embarrassing to confess: in all that long stretch of time, never once did I stop in to order “take away”. The lettering preserved from a different time inscribed on the extravagant amber of the plastic awning made for a magnificent incongruity. Yet these ornamentations were not enough to get me to pull over and give the place a try. Why is this? A suburban shyness, perhaps, but more accurately (the truth reluctantly comes out) it was culinary bigotry that kept me away. A mis-guided affection for trendier places closer to home urged me to drive on by. Wasn't this place, so my misguided thinking went, an artifact from a past epoch; when I love Lucy was in prime time and Ed Sullivan was the cultural arbitrator of our nation’s musical taste? Aren’t we better than that now? Haven’t we moved on to the authentic; to what is real and true? Are we not modern people? Such were the questions, born out of prejudice and ignorance, that kept me away from the Pacific Orient Express.
Let Ed, Lucy, and fried rice into history melt (so ran my ill-composed interior soliloquy) my forage and gathering will never stray far from Oakland Avenue in Shorewood. This is my space.
What an idiot.
At first blush then, and even the second one, everything about this restaurant, like that crime scene in a story by Chesterton, seemed wrong. The Pacific Ocean couldn’t be further away, at least in spirit and ambiance, from this dry and fatigued intersection. The stately pleasure domes and Alph the sacred river of Xanadu were as distant from it as a voluptuous opiate dream is from an insurance adjuster in Oshkosh.
Two days ago, as I was driving down 51st, the recent recommendation of a friend came to mind. He is a “regular” at the counter of this restaurant; his artistic judgments never fail to be both perceptive and wise. His verdict was that the “Singapore Noodles” at the Express are tasty beyond the ability of mere words to describe. It was time to see if he was right. Recalling his effusive praise, and realizing my proximity to those very noodles, I made the stop that I should have made in 1975. Casting aside the arrogant trepidation that is so much weaved into a warped personality, I went in there to find an unexpected scene. There were no chairs. In front of the counter was an object routinely not seen in the lobby of a restaurant: a traffic cone with a top grotesquely disfigured perhaps by the flame of a welding iron. Looking up from this remarkable object I realized that I would need to place my order in tones molto fortissimo. This is because the order-taker and customer are separated by an impressively thick pane of glass. My conjecture is that the partition is “bullet proof.” This theory may well have been a dramatic fantasy bred from the workings of an over-sensitive, if not fevered, suburban imagination. Next time I go to the Pacific Orient, I will ask about the glass.
And, in case you are doubtful, I will go back. Posthaste.
I soon learned that the litany of the restaurant’s cosmetic wrongs turned into irrelevancies and dust when the fried rice and “Singapore Noodles” were brought home and put on the table. Everything about these dishes was right. The noodles were of a perfect gentle doneness. Most fell away from each other into myriad strands infused with a faint and sweet adumbration of anise flavour; sometimes the pasta would gather itself together into miniature caramelised globes; delightful ornaments surrounded by their slender and single neighbours in a curried sea. Abundant with fresh vegetables as well, the dish was memorable for the disparities it offered and the divisions of flavours it contained. It was G. F. Handel’s Harmonious Blacksmith Variations turned vigorously in a wok and then dumped, with a spirit of splendid chaos, into a ceramic bowl.
As for the rice, it was superb. But it was more than that. For many years I have been searching for a reputable version of the fried rice I grew up with in the mid 60’s at the long-gone New China Cafe on Colfax Avenue and Clarkson Street in Denver. The splendid and local YICK INN, previously mentioned enthusiastically on this page offers such an example: jonathanbrodie.substack.com/p/yicks-inn. Now found here on Burleigh Street, praise be to Saint Cecilia (patron saint not only of music, but also, I believe, of happy tummies) was another source of the rare recipe. It took only the first forkful of this dish to know that I had returned to the green glades of my childhood; to "The New China" and a convivial visit with its amiable proprietor, Mr. Herbert Wong For me, it is only in the clearings of those long and vague grasses that that restaurant can be found; along with the velveteen and tasseled menus that seemed, to my ten-year-old eyes, to be ancient documents lining the bottom of Marco Polo’s luggage. The physical manifestation of that structure was torn down in the 70’s and replaced by a liquor store. Mr. Wong is gone as well; lovingly carried off by a parliament of those same soft, red funerary menus to where Marco Polo is. Yet somehow, there the shrine is again; astonishingly reconstructed not on a fancy avenue, not on Colfax and Clarkson in Denver, but to a place close to where I am now.
51st and Burleigh in Sherman Park.
A thorough pilot gives his mech a once over to make sure those lazy mechanics did not mess up his ride. Gotta make sure those bolts are tight before the battle, because once a leg comes off, well, its pretty much over.
Fits a fig.
Managed to grab this shot before my camera died. Not exactly happy with the angle but I "cartoonified" it all up in GIMP and will post this for now. Best viewed in a larger size. Hopefully a better, cleaner shot tomorrow at some point.
The position of chief is one of great honor and responsibility. The village chief is the arbitrator of disputes amongst citizens of the village. He is chosen from a prominent family and is usually one of the "village elders". It is the responsibility of the chief to bring an improvement to the village. Examples of such improvement projects include a digging a well, building a school or bringing electricity to the village.
This chief is dressed in traditional cotton, indigo dyed dress.
Tirelli, Mali
The mosaic depicts a wrestling match between the gods Pan and Eros. Pan, to the left, is depicted with goat-like legs and a beard; Eros, to the right, is shown as a winged boy. Between them is a palm leaf, the symbol of victory. The match's arbitrator is standing to Pan's left. He is bearded and dressed in a purple toga over a white embroidered tunic. His right arm is raised to signal the start of the match.
La Gota de Leche fue el nombre dado a las instituciones creadas para remediar los problemas de desnutrición y alta mortalidad infantil en aquellas familias que no podían permitirse el lujo de tener nodriza, y cuyas madres no podían dar de mamar. Surgieron a finales del siglo XIX. La idea original de «las gotas de leche» procedía de Francia, donde el médico León Dufour había creado la primera Gota de Leche en 1894.
Rafael Ulecia y Cardona funda en Madrid, en 1904, La Gota de Leche, el primer consultorio de niños de pecho. En este mismo año, en Barcelona, se inaugura el Servicio Lácteo Infantil. Estas instituciones además de prestar asistencia pediátrica, facilitaban la alimentación láctea.
La primera Gota de Leche que se inauguró en Barcelona fue la de Vidal y Solares, médico pediatra fundador del Hospital de Niños Pobres de Barcelona, como una sección del mencionado hospital. La Gota de Leche de Barcelona, se inauguró bajo la dirección de los médicos Cardenal, Girona y Soler.
La Gota de Leche de San Sebastián, situada en la calle Loiola, empezó su andadura el 30 de septiembre de 1903, presidiendo la inauguración la reina madre María Cristina.
La Gota de Leche de Logroño se encuentra en la calle Once de Junio nº 2 y se inauguró el 10 de abril de 1905 siendo Alcalde D. Isidro Iñiguez Carreras. Desde sus orígenes hasta nuestros días ha ido adaptándose a las necesidades municipales como se refleja en el libro sobre el tema publicado en 2008 por el Instituto de Estudios Riojanos. En la actualidad es un moderno centro de recursos juveniles basado en las artes audiovisuales y la información, también es la Escuela de Música Municipal.
El Consultorio de Niños de Pecho de Sevilla tuvo su apertura el día 8 de enero de 1906. Los facultativos encargados de las consultas eran los los propios fundadores: Ciriaco Esteban, José Román Chico y Jerónimo Oliveras Piscol, sensibilizados por los graves problemas que afectan a los niños, especialmente los hijos de familias más desfavorecidas.
En Melilla, siendo Presidente de la Junta de Arbitrios, el Señor General D. José Villalba Riquelme, sensibilizado y preocupado por la miseria en que la mayoría de los habitantes de Melilla se encontraban, convocó a las personalidades más destacadas de la ciudad, para una reunión. De esta reunión salió a la luz la idea de formar una ASOCIACIÓN GENERAL DE CARIDAD. Y así quedó fundada el día 21 de enero del año 1915 con el nombre popular de La Gota de Leche de Melilla.
En Gijón/Xixón la conocida Gota Lleche se localiza en dos edificios a pocos metros de distancia, siendo uno de ellos un hogar maternal construido ad hoc, y otro el antiguo Palacio Valdés frente a la plaza del Humedal, a escasa distancia de la Calle Corrida.
En Bilbao estaba ubicado en el barrio de Torre Urizar.
Las técnicas de esterilización, mediante calor, tienen su antecedente en la esterilización de leche para biberones que se hacía en las llamadas Gotas de Leche, benéficos establecimientos en donde se preparaban biberones, de uso diario, para lactantes de las clases sin recursos.
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The Milk Drop was the name given to institutions created to remedy the problems of malnutrition and high child mortality in those families who could not afford to have a nurse, and whose mothers could not breastfeed. They emerged in the late 19th century. The original idea of "milk drops" came from France, where the doctor Leon Dufour had created the first Milk Drop in 1894.1
Rafael Ulecia y Cardona founded in Madrid in 1904, La Gota de Leche, the first office for children with breasts. In the same year, in Barcelona, the Children's Milk Service was inaugurated. These institutions, in addition to providing paediatric care, facilitated milk feeding.2
The first Milk Drop that was inaugurated in Barcelona was that of Vidal y Solares, a doctor of pediatrics founder of the Hospital de Niños Pobres in Barcelona, as a section of the aforementioned hospital.3 La Gota de Leche de Barcelona, was inaugurated under the direction of the doctors Cardenal , Girona and Soler.4
The Milk Drop of San Sebastian, located on Loiola Street, began on September 30, 1903, presiding over the inauguration of Queen Mother Maria Cristina.
The Logroño Milk Drop is located at Calle Once de Junio no 2 and was inaugurated on April 10, 1905 as Mayor D. Isidro Iñiguez Carreras. From its origins to the present day it has been adapting to the municipal needs as reflected in the book on the subject published in 2008 by the Institute of Riojan Studies. Today it is a modern youth resource center based on the audiovisual arts and information, it is also the Municipal School of Music.
The Children's Office of Seville had its opening on January 8, 1906. The practitioners in charge of the consultations were the founders themselves: Ciriaco Esteban, José Román Chico and Jerónimo Oliveras Piscol, sensitized to the serious problems affecting children, especially the children of more disadvantaged families.5
In Melilla, as Chairman of the Board of Arbitrators, General D. José Villalba Riquelme, sensitized and concerned about the misery in which most of the inhabitants of Melilla were, summoned the most prominent personalities of the city, for a Meeting. From this meeting came the idea of forming a GENERAL ASSOCIATION OF CARITY. And so it was founded on January 21, 1915 under the popular name of La Gota de Leche de Melilla.
In Gijón/Xixón the well-known Lleche Drop is located in two buildings a few meters away, one of them being a maternal home built ad hoc, and another the old Valdés Palace in front of the Wetland Square, a short distance from Calle Corrida.
In Bilbao it was located in the neighborhood of Torre Urizar.
Heat sterilization techniques have their antedentin escaping in the sterilization of bottle milk that was done in the so-called Milk Drops, beneficial establishments where bottles were prepared, for daily use, for infants of classes without Resources.
From the wikimedia commons. The Crwth — the ancient Celtic lyre. Photo lightened a little.
The image of the bard or druid with a lyre is confirmed on the basis of an archaeological excavation in 1988 in central Brittany (Paule), where one of a statuette of 48 cm, dating back to 2nd century BC, was excavated with the presentation of a Gallic bard with a seven-stringed lyre.
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forteresse_de_Paule
Statuette with a lyre
Height: 42 cm? Dating to the third century – the second century BC
From the excavation site of Paule-Saint-Symphorien, Brittany and found in a ditch, this is a statue, wearing a torc, bears the attributes of the bard, the lyre and the wreath. Despite the damage to the legs, the figure appears to be in a seated position.
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Coin image of lyre from Britain. The lyre is found on coins of the central Armorican tribes from modern-day Brittany. However there is a local variant struck by the Atrebatic tribe modelled on continental coins and dating to the mid-1st century BC.
* ‘Lug played the three magic harp-strains so often referred to in the Irish texts – sleep-strain, wail-strain and laughter strain, which in turn caused slumber, mourning and joy.’ MacCulloch, J. A. 1898, The Mythology of All Races. Volume III: 29.
en.citizendium.org/wiki/Ancient_Celtic_music
Bard or Druid from Gaul. Not much is known about the ancient Celtic lyre, only that it was used by pre-Celtic peoples and Celtic bards since the 8th century BC and that it was later well-known in Rome, where it was called lyra. Its resonator was made from wood, while only few components were made from bones. The instrument's strings were made from animal intestine. The Gauls and other Celtic peoples regarded the crwth as a symbol of their independent musical culture, although they had probably received it from the Ancient Greeks. The Goths invoked their tribal gods with prayers and chants, which they accompanied by lyre play. By the time of the 'Barbarian Invasions' in the 5th century AD the lyre had become the most important stringed instrument of the Germanic tribes and was a six-stringed wooden lyre with hollow ledger arms and wooden vortices in the ledger rod. The original Celtic lyre however came with different numbers of strings, as the Lyre of Paule, which is depicted on a statue from Côtes d'Armor in Brittany, apparently had seven strings.
en.citizendium.org/wiki/Ancient_Celtic_music
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The Celtic Welsh may still have an instrument called the 'crwth' as well.A type of lyre can be seen on a couple of ancient celtic coins from the late iron age.
Da Vinci was very adept on the lyre.
Druids
In simple terms the Druids were the priests of the Celtic tribes in Britain. But to state that fact does not convey the breadth of their influence in Celtic society. The Druids were a sort of super-class of priests, political advisors, teachers, healers, and arbitrators among the Celtic tribes.
They had their own universities, where traditional knowledge was passed on by rote (i.e. memorized). Druids had the right to speak ahead of the king in council, and may in some situations have held more authority than the king. They acted as ambassadors in time of war, they composed verse and upheld the law. They were a sort of glue holding together Celtic culture.
We know that the Druids used both animal and human sacrifice, and that many of their observances centred on oak groves and water. The Isle of Anglesey, in present-day Wales, was a centre of Druidic practice.
The Druids as we know them today exist largely in the words of the Romans. The trouble with the reports of the Romans is that they were a mix of reportage and political propaganda. It was politically expedient for the Celtic peoples to be coloured as barbarians and the Romans as a great civilizing force.
Certainly the Romans seem to been genuinely horrified by the instances of human sacrifice among the Druids. In 61 AD the Romans exterminated the Druids of Anglesey, effectively destroying druidism as a religious force until a form of druidism was revived in the 19th century.
This was the 4th stop last Saturday and is a shot looking back at the tiny coatal town of Watchet, Somerset in England, from the harbour wall.
The town was first recorded during the dark ages, when St Decuman arrived from South Wales and acted as a physician, arbitrator and pastor to the local community. He arrived on a raft with a cow as a companion!
The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle records the early port at Watchet being plundered by Danes led by Ohtor and Rhoald in 987 and 997.
Watchet gets its name from WACET, the blue dye found in the cliffs.
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The letter "A" mysteriously appears in the clouds. Lots of interesting words begin with this letter. Which one d'ya suppose the clouds had in mind?
POEM STORAGE LOCKER
HOMELAND INSECURITY
Remember the Weapons of Mass
Destruction? The ones they never
Found? There are those who’ll tell
You they still exist somewhere, but
It’s a secret. With all the technology
And good old American know-how
They still can’t tell us what became
Of those WMDs, their excuse for
Spilling all that blood. When they
Shrieked 'the sky is falling, let us
Save you', the whole country bent
Over and said 'as you wish'. Now,
As then,they don’t even need an
Excuse, never mind a court order –
To spy on you because they think
You’re interesting. Better not be
Too interesting. Better be a bland,
Dull, boring little drone, otherwise
If it’s a slow day they’ll aim all that
Technology at you just to find out,
In the name of public safety, who
An interesting person gets to sleep
With, and whether you’re concealing
A WMD between your sheets.
SHEEPDOG
When I come up with something
That seems halfway intelligent,
I try and put it into some form
I can share with you, because
Most of my day I’m just as
Speechless as everyone else.
I look at things and just go,
What the f—k. I feel like a
Sheepdog trying to keep my
Charges from falling prey to
The freedom that comes so
Naturally to them, and which
Wolves depend on. And who
Do they get mad at? The wolf?
No, me. Need I explain further
Why I’m mostly speechless?
BOOKS
What a sentimental dinosaur I
Must sound like, seriously sad
That the era of books seems to
Be ending. Global warming will
Mean fewer trees for paper, and
A cheap alternative to printing –
Texts right to your computer -
Already exists, so it’s really a
No-brainer. What paper that
Remains will be needed for
Toilet tissue, until computers
Can wipe our asses too.
SANTA
Consumerism and spirituality dance a
Mutually suspicious tango together
In December. Alas, my letter to Santa
Would reveal I’m just as materialistic
As anyone else. But if you were Santa,
I’d ask that you slide the benefit of a
Doubt down my chimney. And were
I to find even the smallest present of
Your trust under my tree, that would
Move me far more than any glittering
Bling from the mall. I’d put forgiveness
On my wish list, along with healing,
Acceptance and grace. If we could
Share the gift of understanding, then
I think we’d be getting closer to what
Christmas is all about.
JIMCARE
I know I should have asked you
First, but you're my doctor - that's
All there is to it. You've got the
Cure if you ever want to use it.
SKIN
My skin may be thick but it’s full
Of nerve endings. Honestly, my
Thoughts can’t all come from my
Well-ordered, logical brain, which
Actually prefers the comfortable,
Logical, practical, and reasonable.
Nope, my edgy thoughts must
Come from my skin when it rubs
Against poison plants or gets
Surly over weather variations or
Bristles at certain personalities.
My normal conversation wouldn’t
Resemble some of my more out
There observations, unless you
Were to listen to my skin.
CONFUSED WITH FOOD
Don’t you just wish sometimes
People were like food, existing
Just to please, just for your
Benefit, just for you well-being?
Don’t you love how food says,
Do anything you want with me.
Eat me hot, freeze me for later,
Spice me to your taste, bathe
Me in seasoning till I make
Your mouth water. Yum, yum,
Honey I’m home for dinner.
I believe I’ve illuminated the
Obesity epidemic spreading
Across America insidiously as
Communism in the ‘50s, but
Were I your food, I’d sincerely
Want to be a balanced meal,
Lots of what you like but also
Lots of what’s good for you.
WITCHY
If magic wands weren’t standard
Issue just for wicked witches, I’d
Wave one and say presto, abra
Cadabra, it’s all sorted out and
Everyone’s happy. All loose ends
Reconnected, all pressing questions
Answered or rendered irrelevant,
All with Heaven’s smiling approval
Because it’s done right. That’s what
I’d do if I had a magic wand. While
We’re at it, a broomstick in lieu of
Plane tickets would be great too.
MAGIC
You can’t rely on magic, but that
Doesn’t mean it’s not there. It’s
Fickle, it hides, it’s unreliable, it
Would make a lousy employee.
Even Wizards get wounded when
Their spells backfire. Magic won’t
Make you a superhero. Magic is
Best approached with a certain
Humility, maybe a willingness to
Nurture without a constant eye
Towards a desired harvest. Keep
A pleasant garden for magic. It
Holds dear safe places it can rest
Without demands put upon it.
Magic wants to help, but knows
Too much help can be more like
Harm. Still, who knows, when it
Wakes it could always sprinkle
Your day with unexpected grace.
KITCHEN
This house feels like a home
Because of the ones who
Were here with me over the
Years, many long passed on,
But the kitchen feels like
They’re still here. This is
Where they took care of
Life’s most basic business –
Food, drink, doing dishes,
And I still live by what I
Learned from them. Do we
Really have any choice about
Ideas of right or wrong
Drummed into our heads?
Is it anyone’s fault the ones
Doing the drumming had no
Way of knowing the world
Beyond their kitchen?
SEE
How do you really see someone?
Can you put on sunglasses to cut
Their glare without perceiving
Them as darker than they really
Are? Does what you see through
Rose colored glasses really have
A rose fragrance to go with it?
Can you put someone under a
Microscope in the name of science,
Analyze their germs in the hope of
Curing their sickness without
Catching it yourself? Different
Ways of seeing give you different
Images, but the word image is
Always close to the word imagine.
The truest way to see someone
Is the way they see themselves,
But how would I know what that
Is when I can only look from afar?
LITERALLY
When they say don’t love the world,
They really ought to qualify that as,
Don’t love the world of man. As for
Our planet, it needs all the love we
Can spare. The world of man is an
Abstraction, indicating our species
Considers itself separate from its
Own origins. Just because man
Invented language, our definitions
And dogmas don’t make us more
Than a luckier class of monkeys.
Like monkeys that discovered how
Bones made excellent weapons
And proceeded to hit each other
Over the head just because they
Could, our so-called discoveries
Have just as often been our own
Undoing as our salvation. Relative
To our species’ long tenure at this
Address, we only recently
“Discovered” that we live on a
Rock floating through space. Left
To our devices, we ruin our planet
As casually as an infant soils its
Diapers. Don’t love the world?
Hey, the world gave you a tongue
To say those words with. And this
Is what you give back?
LAUNDRY
Carelessly piled in rude proximity
To each other’s soils and smells,
Pelted with goo or white flake,
(Usually by a white flake), then
Drowned in darkness as the
Heartless machine’s waters turn
Hostile. It’s receding leaves us a
Crumpled, damp distortion of our
Once beautiful selves. And as a
Final indignity, we’re spun about
Violently for what seems like an
Eternity till we collapse in a
Bewildered heap. Is this what you
Have to go through to get clean?
Beware, housewives of America –
What goes around comes around.
Precious, I’m on to you by now –
You throw me in that torturous,
Spinning thing, but I know you’ll
Just make me dirty all over again.
ACKNOWLEDGE
How do you acknowledge all
That you know, all that you’ve
Felt, and all that you’ve thought
Without making it seem all of
That's more important than
Everything you’ve yet to know,
Yet to feel and yet to think?
Only by choice. Sometimes
Even the wise pretend that
Yesterday never happened,
While only the most foolish
Pretend tomorrow never will.
SCALE
Hope in change for the better,
Fear of change for the worse –
The scale starts out balanced
Equally, then we start moving
Around, acting, reacting, beliefs
And feelings and feelings start
Shifting from one side of the
Scale to the other. I wish I could
Weigh in just on the good side,
But I’m only part of the balance
And sometimes my choices
Put me on a different side than
I’d intended. I need someone
To jump on the good side with
Me. We could tip the scale, I
Know we could.
PISCES
There’s a built in flaw with words –
It’s nice to catch thoughts, but
Thoughts are life fish, they don’t
Have life unless they flow. Don’t
Take anything I share with you as
The last word. Thoughts need to
Be fluid, not frozen, not stuffed
Like trophies, not canned, labeled
And sold at competitive prices to
Stimulate the economy, not made
Into sandwiches nor marketed as
Fast food hamburger alternatives.
Think living fish, moving. Truth is,
Like the moods of the sea, one
Thought flows into another, then
Into another, ad infinitum, which
Is why what’s hurting us today
We often end up laughing about
Tomorrow, and vice versa.
BAD STUFF
Nobody wants to hear about the
Bad stuff, but it’s what makes the
Good stuff good by comparison.
How to stay off those subjects
When they’re part of what forms
The story, part of why things are
The way they are today? The bad
Stuff is like a horrible creature that
Emerges from the sewer at night.
The bad stuff will hurt you, and
You know very well it’s there but
Not how to talk about it. Yet it
Holds the key to unlock the
Reservoir of pain, let it empty
So something more joyful can
Fill it instead. The bad stuff is as
Ugly as sin. Have you got the
Guts to look it in the eye?
COOL AS ME
People cool as me never admit to
Needing someone. People cool as
Me are expected to act like if they
Want company there’s a menu of
Willing individuals only too happy
To comply, but mostly they just
Want privacy. People cool as me
Act like they’re married to their
Mission in life, regardless of how
Long ago we got a messy divorce
From it that we’ll forever be
Paying off. People cool as me are
Alone on Valentine’s Day, wishing
They had someone they could be
Themselves with, someone to
Hold in confidence, someone to
Enjoy the world with, someone
By their side to while away those
Lonely hours even the coolest
People can’t avoid.
VOICE
I found a voice, and dammit,
I’m gonna use it. Do I really
Have anything to say? Does
Anyone? Actually, I do have
Something to say, but it’s
Not something you’d say
Outright. It’s there between
The lines. And it’s not just
Having a voice that makes
Speaking worthwhile, it’s
Knowing there’s someone
Listening. You have more
Power than you realize –
You’re really the poem,
I’m just the voice.
SUPERHERO
Superhero, now we need you. Go
Make Russia mind its own business.
Throw their tanks back across the
Ukraine. Make them stop being
Such vodka brains. Superhero,
Scare off their armies, tell them go
Direct traffic in Communist Square,
Not invade other countries. Cause
Russians are weirdos with nothing
To lose and a chip on their shoulder
From way too much vodka and too
Much cold weather and no rock and
Roll and they’re mean to Pussy Riot
And Communism never worked
Anyway - no wonder they’re mad,
But when mad equals stupid, we
Need Superheroes for villains like
Godzilla and Russia under Putin.
WISH I KNEW WHAT TO BELIEVE
Wish I knew what to believe.
Is it just up to me? Would you
Leave such a crucial definition
To the village idiot? If nothing
Else, at least you’ll get an
Unusual perspective, but alas,
Not necessarily one that will
Change things much. Is it the
Acceptance of things as they
Are or the persistence in trying
To make things different that
Defines an idiot? Or is it both?
Someone said no, no, that’s all
Wrong, it’s all about where
You’re coming from. Well, I’ll
Have you know, I aspire to
Come from someplace clean,
Honest, honorable, true, but
All I know for sure is, I come
From my mom. Or so I’m told.
Wish I knew what to believe.
UNSOLVED MYSTERIES
Conspiracy theorists are already
Tweeting it was aliens took that
Plane from the sky. There’s a
New Bermuda Triangle up in the
Skies above Asia. Planes fly in but
Don’t come back out, or maybe
They all will in 500 years, when
The Triangle expunges the lot in
A single eruption, like a giant fart
In the time-space continuum.
Unsolved mysteries suggest too
Many possibilities, that’s why we
Don’t like them. If it wasn’t aliens
It could have been hungry clouds.
Or there’s a giant bird up there
Collecting planes the same way
Some of us collect butterflies. Or
The plane flew into a time warp
To 1000 years in the future, the
Planet of the Apes, where a fuzzy
Faced Sarah McLaughlin is on TV
This very minute singing “In The
Arms Of An Angel” on behalf of
The passengers and flight crew.
BEARS IN WINTER
Winter sends her message in
Such a cold way. We need to
Learn secrets of survival when
All turns to ice for awhile. Only
For awhile – in time even this
Freeze will melt so the water
Can flow again. For now, time
Out, red light, cease fire, halt
Till further notice, hunker down,
Carry on as usual – if you want
To freeze to death. Unlike the
Bears who have the right idea
And sleep through it, I’m awake,
Feeling every cold moment.
DEMANDING BASTARD
I guess I could get better pictures
If I used a fancier camera, but as
I’ll explain to anyone who’ll listen,
In my experience life goes by too
Fast to focus a fancy camera on it.
Fancy cameras are for when you
Have the luxury of subjects who’ll
Hold still for you. I need my quick
And dirty little point-and-shoot for
The kind of subjects I catch. I want
People living, not posing. What a
Demanding bastard I can be. Am I
Enough of a cunt yet that you’d
Consider me some kind of artist?
SHE HAD A TERRIBLE VISION
She had a terrible vision in the
Post office parking lot. She saw
Samoa fifty years from now,
When most Samoans will look
Like me, in denim instead of a
Lava lava, and worse still, part
White. All I did was get out of
My car and I gave this old lady
A terrible vision in the post
Office parking lot. I know I did.
It was written all over her face,
I felt her terror and sorrow,
And now I’m just as scared.
FREUDIAN SLIPPERS
Psychological mechanism, whether
You’re aware of it or not, it’s what
You do on impulse, without thinking,
Almost as if it did itself. Like when
You shut me out, not just once, but
Time and time again. Makes me
Wonder what you’re thinking, why
You believe that’s what I deserve.
When you spoke to me, is that the
Impression I gave? In my company,
Is that how I made you feel, like
Someone you need to shut out, not
Someone you need to open up to?
What you need to know is, I don’t
Have a clue. I take my cues from you,
But sometimes I wonder whether
You even know why you so naturally,
Spontaneously, automatically shut
Me out like you’re a vampire and
I’m sunlight.
ALL YOUR FAULT
Investigate, detective, analyze
The crime scene. Compile a
Profile of the perpetrator, try
Guessing their motive. Using
Wit and intuition, crack their
Puzzle, expose them in the
News, soothe public concerns
The criminals are taking over.
No, criminals are predictable
And secretly long to be caught.
They just crave the stimulation
Of knowing they’ve engaged a
Mind as brilliant as yours to
Figure them out. In fact, were
It not for you, detective, the
Criminals wouldn’t find crime
Even worth it.
PRODUCTS PROMISE
Does roll-on or spray keep you cool,
Calm and collected better when
Someone you care about gets you
Really upset? Can this glue can hold a
Relationship together? Which plastic
Container will best protect my heart
From being jostled and bruised?
Which of these scissors is quickest
For cutting through the bullshit? If
She drinks this cola, will she really
Open her happiness for me? Every
Single item in this store says made
In China. So what would Chinese
Buy if they were trying to connect
With someone special? Whatever
Looks most American? That would
Not quite explain overpopulation,
In China, unless their condoms are
About as reliable as their radios.
ROCK & ROLL
Old folks can’t rock & roll so well
Anymore on the dance floor, but
In their hearts the music never
Stops. When I say you rock me,
I mean you move me. I don’t
Know why, you just do, for or
Against my will, either way, and
I’d rather celebrate it than hate it.
We needn't drag each other through
Hell. Rock & roll has a dark side,
As does most things first intended
For a more Heavenly purpose. It’s
Just the way we feel each other’s
Rhythms, and when you and I find
Our groove, it’s like the angels
Are rocking out.
CIRCLE
In the days when Samoa was further
From the center of western society
Than most could even contemplate,
White men who saw it would jump
Ship and hide in her mountains. They
Thought they’d found Paradise, and
By comparison America or Europe
Was a hell they had no wish to ever
See again. Nowadays we don’t worry
Much about sailors jumping off ship,
More about locals trying to jump on.
Western society has always had some
Trying to escape from it, so now we’ve
Come full circle and some from here
Are trying to escape island society.
I guess your perception of Paradise
Depends a great deal on what you
Can compare it to. I wonder whether
Those longing to escape island society
For its first world counterpart could
Ever see Samoa the way it looked to
Those first eyes that knew enough to
Make that comparison so long ago.
FROM BABIES
Babies know joy instinctively, even
In the midst of the worst troubles
Going on around them. When adults
Aren’t causing pain under a misguided
Notion it will keep pain from being
Inflicted on them, they’re desperately
Trying to dull whatever pain still
Penetrates their armor, even though
Not feeling is just the same misery
In different makeup. With all the open
Pain warfare around us, it’s not as if
We’re unaware that others hurt too,
It’s more like we don’t care. Pain is
The currency of exchange between
Our bodies, minds and spirits. Spirit
Pain is the deepest hurt a person can
Feel, and many don’t realize how deep
Into darkness their spirit has sunk until
Something or someone unlocks the
Chains and their spirit can fly again.
Some say we take our sensitivity too
Seriously, but when we stop giving in
To the agitation of disquieting ideas,
These same sensitivities can make us
Sensitive to joy. This might take some
Re-learning, some remembering but
Luckily you can learn a lot from babies.
RECIPE
I speak to you in my mind and maybe
Occasionally say the right thing. We
Are more than just our ideas, way
More, but ideas shine a light on
What’s going on inside our walking
Balloons of flesh, blood and bones.
I put things together for you, like
A recipe, hoping my creation is to
Your taste. There’s a taste in my
Dreams, engages all the senses,
And I wake knowing there’s only
One real point in coming back from
Slumber at all. Whatever powers
I have of thought, speech or action,
I wish only that they be right for
Bringing you the recipe that comes
To me from somewhere inside.
NO WAY TO TREAT A GUEST
Goes by like a shadow outside the door.
Shiver. Ghosts don’t show up during the
Day – must mean this one couldn’t wait.
Is something urgently needed before it’s
Too late? Ok, I’m waiting, but I haven’t
Got all day. What is it you want me to
Realize? Is there something you hope
That I’ll recognize? I’m wide open to
Suggestions, but can you do more than
Just skirt the shadows of my awareness?
Uh oh, I think I’ve just insulted the ghost –
Spoke before thinking - you’re supposed
To be mysterious and it’s very special,
Very sacred, even very blessed in a way
That an entity from the other side would
Feels strongly enough about something
Here on this one to intervene. So here I
Sit, calm, clear, open. Seconds tick,
Nothing happens. Apprehension grows
I’ve insulted the ghost. I like to believe
I don’t intuit spirits when there really
Are none, but now there really isn’t.
No mysterious tingle, no strange noises,
No unusual signs. Not even a hint of what
It meant or what it wanted. It could be a
Misunderstanding, true, but there’s no
Mistaking the emptiness of feeling sure
Something came to me but wouldn’t stay.
MOON IN ARIES
My sun sign is Cancer, but my moon
Sign is Aries, which coincidentally the
Sun just went into. Man, my planets
Get kind of mixed up sometimes. I
Googled “moon in Aries” and was
Kind of horrified to find that what
It described wasn’t the person that
I am, but rather the person I try not
To be – impatient, inconsiderate,
Innocently self-centered, as in, why
Of course I’m the center of the
Universe. I’m Jim and your’re not!
No, no, I’ve consciously cultivated
Being kind when I can and even when
My first impulse is to kill dead. I take
Things very personally. Treat me like
Someone you want nothing to do with
And I will have a very, very hard time
Ever opening up to you. Treat me like
Your friendship is genuine, comes as
Naturally as breathing, and I’ll never
See you any other way. If I scare you,
Congratulations, your wits serve you
Well, but even celestial egomaniacs
Are capable of evolving. Honest.
MOTHER HEN
It’s really funny you feel threatened.
Hey Einstein, if I was capable of doing
Something crazy I already would have.
But my craziness takes the form of
Expression, and if anything I’m more
Of a threat to myself than anyone
Else, just like Van Gough caught a
Form of craziness that caused him to
Cut off his own ear and offer it to a
Prostitute, not as payment but as
Some kind of token. True story. Pure
Madness, but look at the paintings
That came out of him. As for me, I
Can say with about 95% confidence
My ear is safe. At heart I’m more of
A mother hen, taking care of other
People hella more than anyone takes
Care of me, but that’s my token, I
Just try and look after things. You’re
Not threatened, you just bring out
The part of me that wants to express.
PEACH
Aries is the time when impatience
Comes naturally – when it feels like
Whatever is supposed to happen
Should have happened already.
There may be a time and place for
Such a sentiment – it keeps things
From getting stagnant, shakes up
Our routines, reminds us that life
Needs to move, needs to feel new.
Once man feels the power of his
Actions to effect things, he thinks
Action is the answer to everything,
And inaction is worthy of contempt.
But what happens when you want a
Ripe peach right now, and the tree
Says sorry, it’s not ready yet? In a
Fit of impatience and contempt,
Should you take an axe and show
The tree who’s boss?
COLD ON A SUNNY DAY
Anxiety causes tension that affects
The body, weakens the immune
System. Anxiety can be like birds
Making noise, birds that feed on
Feelings, constantly announcing
Their presence, attracting even
More birds, making more noise.
Birds only know one song, but they
Give the performance their all. I’ve
Heard the same song interpreted
Many times, and you have to give
Them credit for staying faithful to
The original. It never changes, it’s
Constant as the color of the sky.
No one complains about the color
Of the sky, they just learn to see
It as beautiful. My immune system
Isn’t applauding the constancy,
But birds aren’t about to change
Their tune just because of me.
WHY IS THE DEVIL?
Why is the devil so attracted to this
Family? He must like our banter, the
Pomposity of our place in society
Echoed in our accents of faraway lands.
Why does Lucifer join us at our table
Every time the whole family’s in the
Same room? He must delight in seeing
Supposedly civilized community icons
Turn into savages after a few drinks,
Cutting and bashing each other with
Words instead of clubs, the nervy ones
Jockeying to establish dominance like
Apes forming a mating hierarchy. Why
Is God’s fallen angel always co-counsel
To our lawyers whenever our family
Mess inevitably winds up in court? The
Devil specializes in turning imported
Laws against the importers, reminding
Us that the higher the privilege, the
More prolonged the payment.
QUIET MONARCHY
America’s mainstream spirit lives
Under house arrest in the gated
Community where the quiet
Monarchy bide their time. Now
That they’ve captured the voice
Of the silent majority, have you
Noticed it’s endless variations on
The same commercial? The ads
Promoting our country as global
Cash register, moral arbitrator,
Cultural enforcer? America’s
Mainstream spirit sleeps in its
Comfortable prison, its dreams
Often tormented by the older
Ghost of American humanity and
Idealism. America’s mainstream
Spirit doesn’t mean to demonize
The excluded, but in celebrating
The included, well, that contrast
Just has to stand out somehow.
Like a golden vision of perpetual
Prosperity, at least for some, the
Rockets’ red glare shines forever
In the lights of Las Vegas, where
For every spent Elvis waiting to
Die one morning on the toilet, for
Every spent engine of industry like
Detroit waiting for the scrap heap,
There is one more diamond in the
Crown of America’s quiet monarchy.
QUIET ANARCHY
We all make our own choices, and
Mine have grown mellower with age
But once in awhile there’s still this
Quiet anarchy I feel, where I want
To just burn down everything and
Everyone who’s ever caused me to
Hurt, caused me to believe you’ve
Been dealing me cards all along
From a dirty deck, cause me to
Realize I’ll never succeed in any
Way unless I play a bullshit game
That feeds someone else’s control
And profit. See the old anarchist
Walking his dog with plastic gloves
And a paper bag. I have to clean up
My mess or else face a fine, while
You go scott free every time you
Take your glorious dump on me
And everyone else.
PUNISHMENT
Such a painful situation
You wish you could punish
Somebody for it. Wish you
Could cast the first stone,
Wish you could bear damning
Witness, wish you could join
The witch hunt, but you won’t.
Punishment might provide a
Pleasurable revenge, but don’t
Forget, in love it’s better to
Give than to receive. Can you
Say the same of punishment?
CONSISTENCY
I’m always wrong, but at least
The reason keeps changing.
One day I’m wrong cause of
This, next day I’m wrong cause
Of that, in a week I’ll be wrong
Cause of something else. I’m
The barometer or baseline by
Which you gauge what’s wrong.
If I’m always going to be wrong,
What can I do? Be wrong in
Creative ways, be wrong in
Original ways, be wrong in
Inspired ways, be wrong in
Ways that are at least true
To myself, be wrong in ways
An impartial observer might
Conclude are only wrong
Depending on one’s point of
View, which I’m sure you’ll
Immediately shift accordingly.
OIL AND VINEGAR
It isn’t someone whose faith
Blinds them that we need, it’s
Someone whose faith opens
Their eyes. And perfection
Isn’t what we should seek in
Another, but rather someone
Whose imperfections mix with
Our own like oil and vinegar
Rather than gasoline and fire.
Oil and vinegar are not terribly
Romantic, I know, but see how
Together they elevate the
Salad from bland to sublime.
GOING COWBOY
I don’t feel so at home on the
Range, where the deer and the
Antelope make territorial noises,
While my own thoughts about
Unclear boundaries compromise
The night’s quiet. Like a Hamlet
On horseback, the uncertainty of
A stalemate situation eats away
At my peace of mind. Any kind
Of move would be going cowboy,
Riding in with pistols blazing.
Might save the day, might just
Leave a big mess. Feels like a
Rescue is called for, though no
One is yelling help. It’s fine to
Go cowboy, follow no rules but
Your own, if you want to break
Free, but if you want to return,
You ride alone, trying to recall
The trail home on a dark night.
SPEECH DEFECT
Just a way to get a word in, talking
Without voices, without eye contact,
Just words symbolizing meaning,
Representing feelings, self-centered
By necessity because propaganda is
Always a distorted exchange, forever
Open to interpretation. Hardly the
Optimum way to communicate, but
The alternative is total silence, history
Interpreted in opposite ways, with no
Basis for agreement or understanding,
No common meaning because you
Can’t treat meaningfully someone
You don’t acknowledge even exists
Anymore. How strange to feel like a
Ghost in someone else’s world when
You’re not even dead yet.
COUNTRIES
American Samoa was born in 1900.
The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Was born in 1922. American Samoa,
Which is not quite America and not
Quite Samoa, is still trying to figure
Out what it is. The USSR, which was
A Union only by force, rape by any
Other name, Soviet and Socialist only
For as long as it was convenient, until
Its Republics grew strong enough to
Assert they wanted to be countries
Themselves, is also still trying to figure
Out what it is. I was born in the late
1950s, and I’m still trying to figure out
Who I am. You were born in the late
1980s, so if you haven’t figured out
Anything yet, that’s understandable
Given historical precedent.
COSTUMES
Costumes and uniforms, I’ll dress
The way I need to. One day one,
Another the next, any kind of
Outfit to please you. What we
Wear will make some kind of
Statement. It’s better, I guess,
Than walking ‘round naked. Put
On, put on, take off too. Same
Old me but the costume is new.
MR. FIXIT
Poor Mr. Fixit has forgotten about
All the things he can fix perfectly
To obsess on one thing he can’t
Quite figure out how to repair. Yes,
He says, I’m well aware there are
Things only God can fix, but if He’s
Not working through me then it
Must be due to some fault on my
Part. To find the solution within, I’ll
Purify myself. Friends say, Mr. Fixit,
If you were any more pure you’d be
Invisible. Friends say it’s turned
Into a battle of wills, of pride, of
Honor, of ego between Mr. Fixit
And the one thing he can’t fix. He
Knows they’ll never understand
How desperately motivation needs
A victory or else accomplishment
May as well be an accident. Besides,
He wonders, how can they say I’m
Overdoing it if I can’t get it done?
SWEETIE
Sweetie, I think your poetry
Is beautiful, just like you are.
You move me, always have.
Sweetie, I think you’re scared
Of me, and I can’t say I blame
You, but come on - compared
To Jesus, we all kind of suck.
THE DREADFUL PINK EYE
If you don’t want to catch the dreadful Pink Eye
Don’t look at someone like you wish they would die
Because if they suss that that’s what you think
They’ll punch both your eyes until they turn pink
Don’t antagonize with the things that you say
Or you’ll wear sunglasses all night and all day
Don’t provoke somebody to charge like a rhino
Or friends will all ask if you’re turning albino
MIDDLE AGED PRAYER
Age brings the same old problems,
Just with a more thoughtful response.
Still the same old choices soon as you
Wake. Always wishing things could be
Better for everyone, things could be
Fairer, things could be kinder, but the
World’s the way it is like a cookie
Crumbles the way it does, sort of by
Design but mostly at random. Lord,
Deliver us from randomness, except
When it brings something wonderful.
QUESTIONABLE CONDUCT
Opinions on what exactly constitutes
Questionable conduct will usually
Vary depending on who you ask and
Whatever/however their relation is
To the one whose conduct is called
Into question. If we all understood
Each other perfectly, no conduct
Would be questionable because
Whatever question there is would
Already be answered. Therefore,
To question another’s conduct is
Really to say you don’t understand.
As to the question of whether or
Not understanding is any business
Of yours… That actually explains a
Lot of suffering and violence. It
Could just as easily be, how dare
You not care, as how dare you
Interfere. It can be harder to act
Than to understand, but I still say
You’re worse off when it’s harder
To understand than to act.
Why? Lifting the veil: wakey wake key ~
It’s time to awaken from the larval dream. It’s time to emerge from the chrysalis and metamorphose. It’s time to step out of the plastic straitjacket and remove the blindfold tightly tied around body and mind by insecure family, indoctrinating schooling and insincere relationships. It’s time to decide who you really are, what you’re truly here for - and why.
It’s time to ask, “what’s ‘work’, what’s a ‘job’, what’s freedom, and what in hell is everyone doing – and why?” It’s time to stop making non-existent illusory money and garnering disinterested social approval by giving your time and energy to speed the destruction of Planet Earth’s biosphere – time to live a real life in a real living world instead of running a rat race through a pseudo civilisation of loathsome architect-designed concrete toilets in a pointless maze of toxic termite towers.
Yes, yes, you’ve heard it all before and you already know what’s going on. You don’t need to be told. You know what you need to do. You already know how you really could be living, thanks very much. You’ll get around to it in your own sweet time, when you’ve paid off your debts, when your family’s grown up, when you get some free time to pause and change tack, when you retire, when you win the lottery. When you’re good and ready.
Sure, buddy. Sure sis. You’ll get around to doing the right thing when you’re dead – in your next incarnation on a planet you’ve helped to thoroughly degrade and ruin – when you’re reborn in Bangladesh or Mongolia or sub-Saharan Africa, instead of in a better, blessed place where you can actually be free and make a difference, like here and now.
It’s time to find ways to share what remains of our beautiful planet with honour and without guilt. It’s time to decide whether to live a life of truth and beauty or die for a lie you know to be false. You’ve already chosen; your actions and ‘lifestyle’ are your choice, and the time has come to reassess your decisions and remake your destiny.
It’s time to realise why you’ve given yourself such an incredibly rare and privileged life that you actually have the space, mentality and leisure time to sit back and read this little diatribe. Now is the time and you are the person on the spot. You’re the one we need to save the world - now, at this critical juncture betwixt future and past. Living for life or dying for death? Choose. Now.
The system is set up to make you think you’re either on the high road to material success or sliding down a slippery slope to a loser’s failure; yet it’s designed to ensure you fail in the end. ‘Society’ is set up to ensure anything you build or create is taken from you, bit by bit, clod by clod, and stolen from any you choose to bequeath it to. Putrescent obsolescence is built into everything you’re sold and all that you’re told.
In modern all-consuming societies you’re taxed more highly than any ancient feudal serf, and even when you buy something outright you’ve just begun paying for it with the only thing you can ever really own - your time. The time of your life is taxed and stolen by those you vote for on behalf of remote controllers who think they ‘own’ the world. There are plenty of alternatives to their manipulated systems, but they’re all carefully concealed from you.
Most humans base their entire lives – plans, hopes, fears, dreams and strategies - on outdated assumptions programmed into them by brainwashed timeservers. They smother their kids in regimental uniforms and don’t care enough to notice how playtime becomes muted, how minds are restrained and freedom retrained into uniform mindlessness. They follow in the footsteps of torpid dolts and wonder why a regimented life is boringly doleful. Trained to subservience by millennia of feuding feudalists, humankind can only approach absolute truths (and long term survival) by roundabout routes that invariably lead people further astray.
Schooling isn’t education. It’s a system where open minds are successfully closed and everything not forbidden is compulsory. ‘Modern’ schooling ensures that cheats always prosper and that bullies and liars always prevail in the ‘real’ outside world of business and finance. Today’s educational establishments are dopey money factories designed to extort obedient volunteer slaves. No intelligent independent minds are found in them; none can survive there.
Schools, colleges and universities are quagmires of brainwashing, cultural imperialism and mindless training for destructive jobs that will soon cease to exist – training yards designed to serve the momentary needs of industries owned and run by short sighted paranoid sociopaths. They’re the birthplace of hierarchy and corruption. You know it’s true. Any real learning achieved is incidental. Scores and scoring a cushy job where you can lord it over others are everything. Learning and knowledge are secondary, sacrificial goals.
The system is thoroughly rigged by and for the worst elements to make sure that only most egregious people rise to the top of the dung heap and prosper. Only the worst control freaks and insecure jerks with killer ‘instincts’ claw their way to the summit. You know it’s true. There’s no ‘survival of the fittest’ (or even of the most adaptable) involved. Societies aren’t interested in change and evolution, but in security, status and stasis. And sooner or later stasis always means extinction, not survival.
But you can be different. So can your children. Deny the unloving death of blind conformity and confirm a free loving life with every action. Be what you always wanted to be, ’ere it harm none. If you’re well intentioned and wise the multiverse will provide. Choose. Now.
People are bigger than their straightjackets. You have the power to remove any blindfold and widen your vision whenever you choose. You have the ability to concentrate, meditate, cogitate and liberate. Only you can do it. Only you can free yourself, heal yourself, grow and learn. No-one can do it for you and anyone who says they can is a liar you need to avoid. And you have to do these things or die blind, lonely and incomplete before your time.
You’re a psychic immortal who gets precisely what you created. Only when people develop the inner divining and dowsing facilities latently inherent in all conscious beings are they able to discern truth from lies –able to actually tell the truth. You can only be free when you drop all that cultural conditioning and learn to open your inner sight. You can only decide what’s what, what to do and why when you have genuine personal insight.
Welcome to the new Aeon, a time when dangerous old myths can finally be laid to rest and healthier new legends allowed to arise from the ashes of yesterday’s ignorance.
One easy way to learn the truth is to ask two simple questions; ‘Why?’, and ‘Who Profits?’ Keep these liberating queries in mind as you progress onward…
Here’s a handy list of dangerous myths we need to lay to rest (and drive stakes through the hearts of. Repeatedly).
‘What did you do to save the world, daddy/mummy?’
Lie #1: The planet will soak up any mess humans make.
It won’t - not in any timeframe recognisable by you. We’ll all be dead before the planet is repaired and reforested unless WE go out and clean up our messes, stop the destruction of living treasures, replant entire continents of forests and weed and nourish them for generations, starting yesterday. Most brain-deprived, depraved ‘leaders’ seem to think the planet merely needs to be repaved. Don’t fall for their bandaid ‘solutions’. Opt out of death-dealing ‘civilisation’ and help start fresh societies in the green living world beyond the walls.
1b: Trees are a renewable resource. Forests will grow back if we cut them down.
They won’t. They haven’t. When the soil has washed away, the seed stock is gone and rainfall has disappeared (because forests make most of our rain, and store most of our fresh water) you’ve killed all the most interesting, nourishing and beneficial plants and animals and inherit a desert of sand, clay and rocks. It takes centuries for trees to be large enough, with large enough hollows, to support viable animal populations – including humans. Forests without animals are scrubby denuded death zones bereft of nutrients.
Idiots are still cutting down trees for money when there are better, cleaner, cheaper and totally renewable solutions for everything provided by natural forests - for everything except clean water, food and air! Somewhere near you, now, today, a forest is being felled. Help anyone who’s trying to stop them. Now.
Without global forests you’ll have no water fit to drink, no air fit to breathe and no crops to eat. The truth isn’t ‘out there’ – it’s obvious to any who actually look with unblinkered eyes.
Lie #2: Burning toxic fuels with lethal exhausts isn’t dangerous to the ecosystem or to people, and we need to keep doing it to fuel a prosperous civilisation.
It is. We don’t. If you don’t know about better technologies that are already available your head is in the sand with the in dust ‘realists’, looking for another oilfield or coal seam to vampirise. Some advanced nations are already totally fuelled by clean renewable energy. Literally hundreds of patents for new energy technologies are literally suppressed and stolen by ‘intelligence’ and ‘the military’ on behalf of ruthless killer corporations every year. Clean, free energy systems have been available for over a century and repeatedly eliminated, along with their investors (see nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/search/label/free%20energy ). One name should suffice to explain much; Nikola Tesla.
The truth isn’t ‘out there’ – it’s being actively suppressed all around you. Why? The answer is a nested series of onion skins; the Russian dolls of money, control and power wrapped round an inner core of ultimate terrified insecurity.
2b: Human-made global warming is a lie spread by some unnameable group to control our lives and make us poorer.
It isn’t. The fossil fuel power mongers have lied to you so successfully that many or most people have been convinced ecologists have some vested interest in misleading them – instead of the profiteering planet killers who make gazillions from mining and selling you toxic and unnecessary products. CO2 IS a ‘greenhouse gas’, whose levels have dictated global temperatures for billions of years.
Whether we inject enough heat into the biosphere to forestall an impending cyclic ice age or simply create a global desert, every industry that injects carbon dioxide into the biosphere is doing so as a byproduct of pumping far more deadly chemicals into your body all the time, in the interests of meaningless profit. Anyone who tells you otherwise is simply lying or ignorant.
Any time someone tells you that carbon dioxide isn’t a greenhouse gas or that manmade global warming is a lie, challenge them for some data – any real facts – and you won’t get any that aren’t constructs of half-truths, misdirecting distractions and outright lies. Humans ARE heating the planet with toxic emissions regardless of what industry shills and conspiratorial ignoramuses tell you (see nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/search/label/co2 ).
Time for an inconvenient and little-appreciated fact: when climate scientists tell you there will be, say, a five degree Celsius rise in global temperature they’re talking about global averages – including sea temperatures, which will hardly rise at all. A ‘five degree average rise’ means a TEN DEGREE rise - or more - on the land (outside the tropics) – where you and everything that makes it possible for you to survive actually lives. Forget drowning cities and sinking islands – all that will be left is desert and dust if we allow our ‘leaders’ to keep taking bribes from blindly competitive in dust ‘realists’.
There is no truth on the side of profiteering corporations, surprisingly enough – and the only ‘invested interest’ environmentalists have is the wish to survive and thrive. Have you heard of the Precautionary Principle? If you haven’t, google it. The truth isn’t ‘out there’, it’s simple: stop using toxic products fuelled by toxic fuels that make profits for toxic monopolies run by toxic people.
Authorised Docterds
Lie #3: We’re repeatedly informed that ‘education is liberation’. It isn’t. Learning is liberation; education swiftly becomes rote indoctrination. The most dangerous, authoritarian ignoramuses are those who stayed in school the longest. No-one with a doctorate is entirely sane. No-one who demands money in exchange for healing the sick, protecting another’s rights and freedom, repairing the ecosystem or providing education can be trusted; they know nothing of truth and are part of the problem, not the solution. Anyone who profits from another’s misery, toil or terror is actually, functionally, a heartless sociopath.
In ‘advanced’ notions today, more people die from medical errors than from any other cause. Only a few years ago docterds ensured that just about everyone in ‘developed’ notions had organs removed from their bodies ‘just in case’ something went wrong. Every child was expected to have their tonsils and adenoids (lymph glands), appendix and wisdom teeth ‘removed’, just in case their docterd couldn’t afford a flashier car or another mistress. And many an operation led to another, to correct the mistakes made in the first. It was all bullshit and almost everyone fell for it, because, like priests and lawyers, docterds claim a false monopoly on access to life and death and rule only by terror. See hermetic.blog.com/2012/09/16/freeing-god’s-slaves-the-e...
Today fluoridation, toxic vaccines, poisonous drugs and a host of other techniques bestow slow death and perpetual dissolution on the incredibly patient (trusting, ignorant and terrified) patient.
See nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/search/label/fluoridation and nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/search/label/vaccines
Your health and mind are in your hands. Sawbones/surgeons can occasionally be handy in real emergencies but best avoided at all other times. Once in a while you may damage yourself so much you need some repairs, but the only actual healing is done by you, your self, your body. The placebo effect – whereby if you believe something will heal you it will, regardless of whether it has any active ingredients or not – is estimated by reputable sources as being around forty percent – that’s 40%! This means that almost half of all cures are widely accepted as being basically magical –consciousness-driven - in nature. The other sixty percent are as well.
Time for some Truths
Cui Bono? Who Profits? Who is it good for?
Truth #1: Who profits? No-one who doesn’t have another planet or two readily available profits from old style industrial societies. Yet there will always be some deluded power monger willing to kill millions – to wreck an entire planet and civilisation - so that they can have a flashier car or another mansion complex surrounded by bodyguards and electric fences.
There are always those who’ve been so successfully brainwashed they’ll actually believe that Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Messiah, a Redeemer, a big bearded genocidal racist asshole in the sky, his fallen foes or his mythical toady son are real – and these naïfs make fine prey for patriarchal paedophilic proselytising pederast priests. Who but the most ignorant innocents fall for such superstitious claptrap? Who but an insecure control freak with delusions of grandeur would want to interpose themselves as a middleman between you and your divine psychic heritage?
Anyone who tells you the Divine is only available through some frock wearing po-faced priest, or from some Bronze Age tome cobbled together by merciless barbaric dictators, or through some graven image or guru or savant, is lying. All who ‘worship’ some odd bod god or other fetish are simply trained to doff the forelock, kneel, bow, scrape and be subservient to a dead or deadly psychopathic control freak. Watch out, little girls! Bums to the wall, boys!
Christinanity, Islime and Moronism – to name a few - are nothing more than some of the more recent pernicious death cults focused on lies of pies in the skies at the expense of happy, healthy lives in the only real place - here and now. All other ‘great religions’ are as bad or worse. Religion is a region with a li(e) in it. But they make gigantic tax-free profits! Cui bono?
The truth is always simple. The only beliefs that are true are those that spread life, light, health and diversity – the hallmarks of true survival and wisdom. Everything else is deceptive bullshit.
If you really want to learn how to access the godhead that is the birthright and crown of all beings, all you have to do is listen to the endless programs running through the rat wheel of your mind – and transcend them. Everyone can do it if they try, but the younger and fresher you start deprogramming yourself and tuning into ‘higher’ or ‘deeper’ consciousness the better. See nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/search/label/meditation and nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/search/label/magic if you want to learn how.
Enlightenment will always be available to any true seeker with an open mind and compassionate heart. Guides are always available if you simply search, but accept no substitute for self-gained awareness – and anyone who demands money in exchange for spreading the light of universal awareness is not a person you want anything to do with.
The Lore of the Land
Truth #2: There is no government. There is no law. There are no companies or corporations. Money does not exist. They are fables, illusions, widely accepted truisms – but they aren’t things. They don’t actually exist, except as agreements between people. They have no inherent power. They are clever pernicious illusions.
If you take a closer look you’ll discover that none of your country’s laws has a basis in any fact. In fact, you’ll find that your nation is also merely a notion, a fable agreed to by a sectional segment of some of the people; not all, or even necessarily most, but merely those who profit the most from the fable.
No ‘higher power’ or external ‘divine plan’ or government controls your life. No dog, no master. Thou art god(dess). All human-made laws are simply constructs and contracts, and none are writ in stone. The only real inherent law is the lore or karma and dharma – the ‘golden rule’: Do unto others as you’d be done by. It’s the only law and lore that works, and needs no intercessor or interpreter, no priest, monk, scholar or savant to preserve or transmit through the ages. It’s free for all, forever.
The real Law is no mystery and has no officers. It needs no prophets, liars/lawyers, judges or arbitrators. As above, so below. You are part of a giant hologram, where the whole is greater than the sum of its parts and every part contains the whole. In a holographic universe where everyone shares the same consciousness, anything you do to or for anyone else is something you do to or for your self.
Don’t kid yourself that ‘good deeds for others will reap rewards’. Of course they will. But anything you do for your children, family or strangers you’re actually doing for yourself. Caring about your family more than anyone else is perfectly understandable on a mechanical, biological and genetic level – but it’s also the basis for the worst traits of humankind. Racism, genocide, slavery and most forms of discrimination are outgrowths of such ‘love’, which is actually selfish at its root. Everyone is your family.
In fact, everyone is you, and you are everyone, for thou art god(dess), recreating the manifest world from instant to moment at a level beyond and behind linguistic thought.
Abundance and Scarcity: It’s Falseconomy, Stupid!
Truth #3: Money doesn’t exist. It’s a global pyramid scam whereby only the first ones in get to the top of the pyramid – everyone else loses. We have the ability to provide everyone on the planet with enough food, water and shelter – but we don’t appear to have enough of an entirely imaginary commodity to do it with. Something is very wrong.
The ‘science’ of economics is bullshit, as any true scientist can tell you. Arbitrary rules are continually altered and no ‘economist’ can make accurate predictions based on ‘economics’. It’s just another scam to make you think ‘authorities’ know what they’re doing and can be trusted to look after your best interests. Lol.
Money is simply invented. It’s created at the flick of a keyboard. It’s all made up; simply invented by (in)vested interests with ‘interest’. When the illusion is so arranged as to make it appear the ‘economy’ is circling the drain you go down the tubes – but the banksters, monarchs and in dust realists who own actual, tangible things don’t, as we all ought to recognise. This happens regularly and repeatedly. I won’t go on – see nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/search/label/banksters and never take out a loan. Don’t use banks. There are plenty of alternatives.
Become as self-sufficient and live as sustainably as possible.
People are told they must pay money to inhabit a patch of the planet, and because they’ve been trained to accept a vast raft of lies by feudal societies run by hideous robber barons surrounded by gunmen they simply accept it.
People are told they must go to school and work every day to provide enough food, water, shelter and entertainment for themselves and their families. It’s a lie. That only has to happen because we’ve allowed industrious robber barons and banksters to steal everything and arrange it that way when we have a wide choice of much better possibilities. Now, at the dawn of the Third Millennium, the new industrious revolution has begun and advancing automation, nanotech and new processed like 3d printing mean that the jig is up. Full ‘employment’ is no longer possible or desirable. Now we have to provide shelter, food, water, transport and other necessities to everyone, even the rich, for free – because now, at last, we can!
If you work at any job that isn’t actively healing the planet you’re almost certainly actively destroying it. If you go into debt you’re destroying it. If you flush a toilet into a river or ocean, if you use fossil fuelled transport to and from work or to power your home (and nuclear fuels are fossil fuels, too) you’re destroying it. If you aren’t growing at least some of your own food and medicine you’re destroying it. If you leave your kids in some regimented school (or even a childcare centre) to be mindlessly raised to do and be the same as you were brainwashed into, you’re destroying it – and them.
If you’re trapped on a treadmill with no easy way out but to simply jump off and take your chances – JUMP OFF.
You’ll be so glad you did!
Competitiveness = Death Dealers
Truth #4: The ‘killer instinct’ is no instinct – it’s a result of training. Bullies and psychopaths are made, not born – and they can be unmade if you catch, restrain and retrain them early enough. Without bullying children don’t learn hate, fear and fight. Without bullies children don’t learn to be subservient. Bullies must be separated from other kids until they can be trusted among them. The same is true for adults.
The only reason to have a gun is to murder. They’re made for no other reason. They’re the coward’s long distance death dealing weapon of choice. Only people terrified of their neighbours own guns – and that, of course, terrifies their neighbours. Violence begets violence and weapons beget weapons. They’re feedback loops. Weapon ownership is always an arms race, the stupid doctrine of Mutually Assured Destruction writ small for small minded loony hoons, terrified cowards and immature halfwits who like to menace others. Anyone who wants a gun – like anyone who wants a presidency – is precisely the person you don’t want to trust with one.
Allowing gun ownership in human society is just a form of collective lunacy. No popguns will save you from a modern army – or government swat team. They’ll just get you killed more quickly and assuredly. That’s the real lesson of modern history, for anyone who cares to look; don’t fall for the lies of weapon profiteers. In modern conflicts the survivors are those who successfully avoid the fighting. Save your money and save a life; you can’t have peace with a gun in your hand and it’s almost certain that no-one will aim one at you if you don’t. War or peace; you can’t serve two masters. Choose. Now.
All free societies have a fine time without weaponised populations perpetually living under a Sword of Damocles. The US, for instance, is not a free society but a corporatocracy that’s had its freedoms surgically removed since neoconmen ensured King George II stole the (p)residency. Freedom is free. How could it be otherwise? If you have to do something to defend or promote ‘freedom’, it isn’t freedom and you aren’t free. The contrary view is oxymoronic absurdity.
Flags are just coloured rags used to blindfold sacrificial lambs and enshroud their mangled bodies. Wars are always fought to enrich a few cowardly, spiteful old dorks and their trophy girlfriends hiding in some castle or penthouse. There is no honour involved in killing – it’s simply the worst form of working for The Man.
The only people who profit from wars and weapons are weapon makers, ammunition merchants, oil barons and the politicians they coerce and bribe. No-one who kills for a wage is anything but a (poorly) paid killer. This includes virtually all soldiers – not just mercenaries – and everyone who makes a profit from raising, hunting or killing animals for food.
You may have fallen for the bullshit that humans need to eat corpses to be healthy. The opposite is true. No-one (regardless of blood type or haplogroup) needs meat to survive. It’s a choice, a habit, an appetite – an addiction, nothing more.
Cattle and ‘meat animals’ are condemned to lives of pain and torture. They’re castrated, poisoned, fed garbage, corralled into cages, beaten, shocked and terrified into submission (rather like modern domesticated primates). If you saw what happens to animals before they end up in your mouth you wouldn’t touch the poisons collected at the top of the food chain and pump them through your bloodstream. Most young kids vomit the first time they’re fed eggs or meat. Ever wonder why?
Before you accept the lie that ‘vegetarians kill too – everything kills to survive’, consider that eating the fruits, vegetables and seeds of plants doesn’t kill any plant. The plant lives on, and reproduces. Just on more lie told by profiteers; one more unexamined false assumption.
If you choose to create endless unnecessary suffering by slaughtering innocent, terrified animals you deserve all that’s coming to you. Remember that ‘karma’ thing? Choose. Now.
See nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/search/label/vegetarianism
The Road to Hell is Paved with False Assumptions
When we’re kids we all ask, “Why?” Some kids mean, “Why does it work like that?” Others are asking, “Why on Earth would people do something so stupid?”
Bereft of imagination, in dust ‘realists’ force everyone to inhabit their bland, artless, heartless concrete toilets - blocky headstones designed by award winning wannabes and built by money-mastered so called craftsmen. Chintzy malls and ugly mausoleums masquerading as a civilisation. We can do much, much better.
Everything we’ve built has foundations of clay. All our sciences, beliefs and political systems are based on antiquated false assumptions; on lies, to be absolutely clear. Truth is always in here, within, waiting to be recognised by a freshly awakening mind. It isn’t going anywhere – unlike the outmoded scams perpetuated by a dying breed of conmen and the pernicious women hiding behind their thrones.
You’d think they’d know by now - you can service two mistresses but you can’t serve two masters! Life or Mammoney: Choose! Now!
It’s beyond the scope of this little entreaty to cover all these bases in detail – but they’re all explored in more (and more) depth at this website: become one of the New Illuminati by perusing truths and subscribing via one of the many ways available @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/
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R. Ayana
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A servitor is the catch-all term applied to a wide class of mindless, cybernetic drones created from a fusion of Human flesh and robotic technology that are used to carry out simple, manual tasks across the Imperium of Man.
While many of these programmable cybernetic slaves are genetically-engineered, vat-grown sub-Human clones or replicae created by the Adeptus Mechanicus from Human genomes who have their bionic implants installed after "birth," others were once truly Human.
These servitors were usually criminals who fell afoul of Imperial Law, particularly a person who has offended or damaged the Adeptus Mechanicus in some fashion.
These unfortunate criminals will be sentenced to Servitude Imperpituis by the Arbitrators or Judges of the Adeptus Arbites and will be handed over to the Mechanicus' Tech-priests to be mind-wiped, reprogrammed, and cybernetically-enhanced to serve some specific, rudimentary function.
Once lobotomised and "improved," by process of painful operations, even criminals and Heretics are granted one last chance to serve the Imperium.
Servitors are generally mindless, semi-organic robots, possessing only the most basic of instincts, though some are fully capable of speech if such functions and knowledge are programmed into them. Their brains are programmed to perform only the task they were designed for, whether that be maintenance, construction, or even warfare.
The altered and fragmented brain of a servitor functions poorly unless constantly supervised. Most will eventually go into a state of mindlock, babbling incoherent nonsense as the servitor tries to assert some form of control over its functions.
Servitors are created by the Adeptus Mechanicus on their Forge Worlds, and supplied to departments of the Adeptus Terra such as the Administratum and to the Inquisition, as well as to military organisations like the Astra Militarum and various Space Marine Chapters.
Servitors make up the vast bulk of the population of Mars and other Forge Worlds of the Mechanicus, where they fulfill the role of tireless workers, soldiers and labourers.
There are many types of servitor, each designed for a certain task. Typical servitor types include "technomats" which operate and service various machines, "holomats" which act as holographic recording devices, "lexomats" which serve as semi-organic computers with tremendous calculating powers for record-keeping and data storage, and "drones" which are cybernetic robots -- stupid and essentially mindless slaves ideal for menial work and little else.
There are also guardian or technical servitors, or the more powerful Kataphron Battle Servitor which is a mainstay of the Mechanicus' military forces.
Another common form of servitor is that of a gun carrier. Fitted with heavy weapons whose chattering volleys can drive back the foe, such servitors allow an Enginseer to make repairs uninterrupted.
Over the course of the past two months I've been increasingly getting into FriendFeed, a new service started by a few ex-Google employees. FriendFeed is a service that aggregates all of the basic places that your friends are publishing to on the internet on one site. When you look at someone's FriendFeed account it will include their Flickrstream, their blog, their Twitter account, and any of about 30 other services.
But even if you don't care about all of the other services where your friends are publishing and *only* want to use FriendFeed to browse Flickr photos, it's still a *much better place* to do this than Flickr itself.
When you add someone on FriendFeed, every time they publish photos to their Flickr account you see them all. On Flickr when you look at your contacts/friends most recent photos you only get to see the last 1 photo or the last 5 photo depending on your settings.
What this means is that you are missing many of the best photos from your Contacts and Friends on Flickr. When I upload, for instance, I typically upload 10 photos at a time. What you see are only my last 5 photos on Flickr. You miss the rest. They get buried.
Not on FriendFeed though. When you subscribe to my FriendFeed account you get to see the last 7 photos from any upload session of mine (or any of your other contacts) but then FriendFeed has a little plus sign that you can use to expand any photographer's photos beyond the most recent 7 and see them all.
The problem with Flickr's current view of your contact/friend photos is that unless you stay on top of it *all the time* you inevitably miss photos that you would have liked to have seen. FriendFeed solves this problem for you by ensuring that you get to see *all* the photos that your friends upload, not just some of them.
Even better though, at FriendFeed when you subscribe to your friend's Flickrstream you not only get to see all of *their* photos. You get to see all of the photos that they fave as well. This is simply an amazing feed of photographs.
The problem with discovering photos on Flickr is that Flickr's "Explore" is weak sauce. I get bored of the photos there. How many times do I want to see sunsets and birds and whatever else the overall Flickr population seems to promote.
Instead with FriendFeed my friends become the arbitrators of good taste. Have you ever noticed how awesome the photos that snailbooty faves are? These are not photos you are going to find in Explore generally speaking. With FriendFeed, you essentially turn your friends into curators who present you with their gems that they find from Flickr every single day.
But what if the person that you want to follow is not on FriendFeed? What then? Easy. FriendFeed allows you to make "imaginary friends." Simply create an "imaginary friend" and point it to your favorite Flickr photographer/faver and you will begin to see all of their photos and faves just like they were on the service.
Even if you don't care to watch your friends photos and faves you still may want to sign up for FriendFeed anyways. Why? Because *other people* are using it and it is one of the fastest growing sites on the internet. It is simple to set up your own FriendFeed account and this will ensure an even broader audience for your photos beyond what Flickr can offer. FriendFeed is where I'm finding the majority of the photos that I look at on Flickr anymore.
Come check it out. My FriendFeed account flitered for Flickr is here if you want to add me. If you are on the service and a Flickr user please add your FriendFeed account as a comment to this post -- or the post on FriendFeed. I'd like to make sure that I'm following you there as well and that way others that view this post can add you as a contact too.
Finally, if you want to browse FF for existing Flickr users that you might want to add and follow, you can click through this link here to filter the service and only show you Flickr user's photos.
Of course, none of this could be possible without the generosity of Flickr's open API system which makes all of this possible.
Conversation about this post on FriendFeed here: friendfeed.com/e/c65c1c83-d55c-49f4-e146-1dde940d0914/Fri...
The Project Gunship II prototype and “Plain Jane” production models carried the same armament. However, the Plain Jane versions carried upgraded AN/APN-59 navigation radar and an APQ-133 fire control radar. In this image, you can see the positioning of the weapon systems on the left side of the aircraft. The MXU-470 GAU-2/A minigun modules (an M134 GAU-2/A minigun mounted on an ammunition drum) were derived from the configurations used in the AC-47 Project Gunship I aircraft. The M61 Vulcan 6-barrel Gatling cannons were fed ammunition from drums placed next to the weapons. Interestingly, the rear M134 GAU-2/As are mounted above the Vulcans. This arrangement made for tricky ammunition drum placement!
In total, there were eight AC-130A aircraft converted from C-130A airframes. Here is a list of these aircraft with their serial numbers, names, and fate:
AC-130A Project Gunship II Prototype
54-1626 “Vulcan Express” and “Super Spooky”
AC-130A Plain Jane
53-3129 “First Lady”
54-1625(6) “Warlord” Shot down Laos (22 April 1970)
54-1627 “Gomer Grinder”
54-1628 “The Exterminator”
54-1629 “The Arbitrator” Crashed (24 May 1969)
54-1630 “Mores de Callis” and "Azrael, Angel of Death"
56-0490 “Thor” Shot down Laos (21 December 1972)
CMF 24
1 - Football Referee - Lego Female referee with soccer ball, yellow and red card
2 - Robot Warrior - Lego Space warriors in green, white and pink
3 - Brown Astronaut and Spacebaby - Lego Classic astronaut in brown with gauge and baby astronaut in blue
4 - Carrot Mascot - Lego Man in a carrot costume with a "Farmers Market" sign and orange hair
5 - Falconer - Lego Black Falcon Archer with red hair, cape, bow and black falcon
6 - T-Rex Costume Fan - Lego Man in brown T-Rex costume
7 - Orc - Lego Orc with cloak, sword and shield with updated fantasy era Orc logo
8 - Conservationist - Lego Zookeeper with Koala
9 - Potter - Lego Female potter with potter's wheel, mug and bowl
10 - Rococo Aristocrat - Lego French lady with a wide skirt , a powdered face, a wig and a small white dog
11 - Rockin’ Horse Rider - Lego Girl on wooden rocking horse
12 - Newspaper Kid - Lego Newsboy with bag, newspaper and slingshot
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Montblanc Friedrich II the Great Fountain Pen - Limited Edition 4810 (1999):
First in a series of YouTube videos re: Frederick The Great Documentary - Biography of the life of Frederick The Great. youtu.be/vGLsE1wq3fg
For excellent pen photos please see Peyton Street Pens, Santa Cruz, CA, USA.
www.peytonstreetpens.com/montblanc-friedrich-ii-the-great...
I received permission from Teri to post the photos that they took of this nice pen that I am currently unable to afford. USD$950.00 is a great price! I returned within hours and could not find the pen so it had likely already been sold.
Type Limited edition fountain pen:
Product Name:
Montblanc Patron of Arts Friedrich II the Great, marked #933 of 4810.
Manufacturer and Year: Montblanc, Germany, 1999.
Length: 4-1/2" capped, 5-3/8" posted.
Filling System: Cartridge fill only. Tested and working well.
Colour: Gold plated.
Nib: BROAD 18k nib.
Frederick the Great was anything but an ordinary king. He is a celebrated historical figure, not only because he saw himself as the "first servant of the people", and because of his Prussian discipline, but also because under his rule art and culture underwent a revival. Sanssouci Palace became a centre of attraction for intellectuals, artists and writers from all over Europe. Frederick himself wrote numerous philosophical works with his friend Voltaire, including the famous "Antimachiavelli".
Just as extraordinary as this Prussian king is the Patron of Art Edition Friedrich II the Great made in his honor. The gold-platted barrel of Edition 4810 is decorated by two rings embellished with a pattern of curves. These, like the elegant clip, are also gold-plated. Edition 888 is decorated with rings of 950 platinum, and its barrel and cap are made of 750 white gold. A feature shared by the two editions is the 18-carat gold nib, which carries an engraving of the royal monogram of "Fredericus Rex" An ingenious mechanism enables the pen to be screwed back into the barrel to protect it.
Charlottenburg Palace has him to thank for a new rococo wing, while he also gave Berlin its Opera House, its old library and the Catholic church of St. Hedwig. Friedrich II the Great went down in history as a military commander and a humanitarian philosopher.
The barrel of the Limited Edition Friedrich II the Great features two finely crafted bands with a pattern of interlinking arches. The 18-carat gold nib bears the engraved signet Fredericus Rex as a tribute to the monarch from whom the pen takes its name.
Features:
Just as extraordinary as this Prussian king is the Patron of Art Edition Friedrich II the Great made in his honour.
The gold-plated barrel of Edition 4810 is decorated by two rings embellished with a pattern of curves.
These, like the elegant clip, are also gold plated.
Launched in 1999.
Margaret Anne Foundation, Canada.
Margaret Anne Mitchell:
July 17, 1925 to March 8, 2017 Margaret Mitchell, former Member of Parliament for Vancouver East and a champion of women's rights and social justice throughout her life passed away peacefully at home on March 8, 2017. It does not surprise any of us that Margret chose to leave us on this day where women around the world are celebrating International Women's Day. Margaret is predeceased by her husband, Claude Mitchell, her two brothers Bill and Ted Learoyd and sister, Betty Speers. Margaret grew up in Cayuga, Ontario. She graduated with a BA from McMaster University and M.S.W from University of Toronto. Margaret served Canada overseas through the Canadian Red cross in Korea, Japan, Australia and Austria. Her work with the Settlement House in Toronto and the Neighbourhood Association in Vancouver established her as a pioneer in community development, a social work practice which persists in putting power in the hands of communities to make decisions affecting their lives. Prior to entering politics, she served as a Manager with the Vancouver Resources Board which integrated social services and decentralized service delivery and decision making. Margaret served in the House of Commons as an MP for Vancouver East from 1979 to 1993. She voted against a pay raise during this time and donated the additional pay to the Vancity Community Foundation which established the Margaret Mitchell Fund for Women. Margaret was, at her core, an advocate for women. In 1982, she stood up in Parliament to demand government action to stop domestic violence. When male members of Parliament responded by laughing as she addressed the issue, she furiously replied: 'This is no laughing matter, Madam Speaker.' Thousands of Canadians agreed, calling for immediate action to end violence against women and inspiring activism and services for women across the country. Many years later, she published an autobiography titled 'No Laughing Matter.' Margaret was the NDP critic in the House of Commons for Immigration, Housing, Status of Women, Health and Welfare, Multiculturalism and Citizenship. She was the first MP to have raised the issue of Chinese head tax in the House of Commons. Margaret pressed the government to decriminalize abortion, worked with First Nations Women for the reinstatement of status under the Indian Act and supported a national childcare programme. Margaret is the recipient of many honours and recognitions, including the Order of British Columbia and Freedom to the City, from the City of Vancouver. Margaret leaves behind several nieces and nephews and their families, many close friends and colleagues. With a wonderful depth of humour, integrity and passion, Margaret contributed profoundly to Canada and to the world by promoting equal rights, justice. This is her legacy, a legacy that will continue to empower and inspire all of us who admired, loved and respected her. A celebration of her life will be held at a later date. Special thanks to Care At Home Services for their professional care at home which made it possible for Margaret to stay at her own home right until the end. For anyone wishing to donate, she would ask you to continue her work on behalf of low income and racialized women in East Vancouver by contributing to the Margaret Mitchell Fund for Women held at the Vancity Community Foundation.
Dina Vierny, France:
Description: Dina Vierny was an artists' model who became a singer, French art dealer, collector and museum director. Born as Dina Aibinder into a Jewish family in Kishinev, Bessarabia, she was Aristide Maillol's muse for the last ten years of his life. Wikipedia
Born: January 25, 1919, Chișinău, Moldova.
Died: January 20, 2009, Paris, France.
Children: Olivier Lorquin, Bertrand Lorquin.
Movies: Altitude 3200, Dina Vierny, Youth in Revolt
Awards: Legion of Honour.
YouTube: youtu.be/3NkCMlf9-C0
Irene Mössinger, Germany:
The Tempodrom (also referred to as Neues Tempodrom) is a multi-purpose event venue in Berlin.
Address: Möckernstraße 10
10963 Berlin Germany.
Location: Kreuzberg.
Capacity: 3,500 (Big Arena) 400 (Small Arena:
General information:
Groundbreaking: 21 May 2000.
Opened: 1 December 2001.
Inaugurated: 8 December 2001.
Relocated: 1985, 1999.
Renovation cost; DM 35.8 million ($21.5 million in 2009 [1]).
Renovating team:
Architect: Gerkan, Marg and Partners.
Structural engineer: Schlaich Bergermann Partner.
Civil engineer: Krentel.
Other designers:
Energie system technik, Krupp Stahlbau BeSB.
Founded by Irene Moessinger, it opened in 1980 next to the Berlin Wall on the west side of Potsdamer Platz, housed in a large circus tent. After several changes of location it is now housed in a permanent building in the Kreuzberg neighbourhood.
Moessinger had recently become a nursewhen she came into an 800,000 markinheritance from her father; it was this bequest that she used to start the Tempodrom in a circus tent.[2] Her initial funds were quickly exhausted and the following year the Berlin Senate agreed to contribute funds to keep the operation going.
The original location attracted noise complaints, and in 1985 the Tempodrom moved to a site in the Tiergarten, where it remained until displaced by construction of the new German Chancellery. At this time a new construction of the current building was proposed, and the tents moved to a temporary site during construction. In May 1999, the venue moved to another temporary location near the Ostbahnhof.
In 2001, a permanent venue was finally constructed on the site of the old Anhalter Bahnhof, whose war-damaged ruins had been demolished in 1960. While a small section of the old station façade was retained (and is still standing), the entire train shed was removed, leaving a large open area. The new Tempodrom was erected in the center of this area, with a playing field lying between it and the façade remnant, and a wooded area extending in the other direction towards the Landwehr Canal. The firm of Von Garkan, Marg und Partner (GMP) was retained to design the new building. The basic floor plan is square, accommodating three performance spaces as well as a bistro and various offices and restrooms, underneath a wooden-floored terrace which hosts a beer garden in season.[3] The two arenas are both circular, with the larger, centrally located space covered by a 37 metres (121 ft) steel and concrete panel roof intended to echo the form of the tents of the original site. This space can accommodate 3,500 patrons; the smaller arena seats 400. The third space is the "Liquidrom", a thermal bath/spa establishment featuring a 43 feet (13 m) diameter salt water bath fitted with underwater speakers to provide a multi-sensory spa experience, three saunas at temperatures of 55, 80 and 90 degrees Celsius, a steam bath room along with various massage services.[4] The 135,000 square foot (12,500 m2) building was completed in 2001 at a cost of nearly $36 million, over twice the original budget.[5]Scandal over the overruns led to the resignation of State Senator Peter Strieder [de], who was in charge of the Urban Development department.
The Tempodrom corporation went into bankruptcy in 2005 and was operated by a receiver, with Moessinger retiring as director. She and former Director Norbert Waehl were tried for embezzlement but were acquitted in 2008.[6] The Tempodrom is now operated by the Bremer KPS Group, who took over in April 2010 in the face of a foreclosure threat by Landesbank Berlin.
Tempodrom continues in operation and hosts a wide variety of events.
Notable performers:
Alanis Morissette
Amy Macdonald
Backstreet Boys
Bastille
Björk
Celtic Woman
The Cure
Harry Styles
Iggy Pop
James Taylor
Jamie-Lee
Janet Jackson
Joan Baez
Josh Groban
Keane
Kylie Minogue
Lorde
The Lumineers
Matt White
Monsta X
Niall Horan
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Nicki Minaj
Norah Jones
Olly Murs
Pet Shop Boys
Ramones
Roger Hodgson
Sade
Severina
Snow Patrol
Take That
Tangerine Dream
Tears for Fears
Tori Amos
Troye Sivan
Vanessa Mai
Vasco Rossi
Zara Larsson
Notable events:
German Masters, snooker tournament.
Jean M. Wong, Hong Kong:
Jean Wong - Ballet school principal
Within minutes of meeting Jean Wong at the Sha Tin studio of her ballet school, her love for her art and her students is palpable. Sitting ruler-straight on a chair, she nods approvingly at star pupil Lam Chun-wing and offers him valuable nuggets of advice about make-up and posture.
Wong, who founded the Jean M Wong School of Ballet 51 years ago, credits her mother with helping her find her calling as a ballerina and teacher. 'My mother had a very sharp eye for beauty, and I think that greatly influenced my life. She would take me to see Chinese operas and old Hollywood movies, which definitely made an imprint on my mind,' says Wong, who is from Shanghai.
Her first artistic encounter was music when she learned to play the piano. She also learned to paint. Ballet came later and it was like love at first sight. 'My hobby and pleasure in life is ballet. Looking back, ballet combines all the arts - painting because of the sceneries, music and drama,' says Wong, who went to London to study at the teacher-training college of the Royal Academy of Dance in 1956. She returned brimming with ballet theories and was determined to put into practice what she had mastered. In 1960, and 'not knowing that I needed to pay rent, I just started my own school', Wong says. 'But I think I had so much passion that word soon spread and I had more students, including children from famous families.'
Wong says promoting the tradition of ballet in Hong Kong remains a challenge to this day. She says: 'You have to communicate with the children and the parents. Ballet doesn't have a long history in Hong Kong, so you don't expect [them] to understand its tradition.' Wong encourages her students and their families to buy ballet DVDs and to see ballet performances so that they can appreciate the art form.Of all things taught to her students, Wong considers discipline the most important.'You can't become anybody of importance without self-control, especially for a dancer,' she says. 'Everything in ballet has to be perfect. A desire to reach perfection is important for ballerinas.'
Wong says she inherited discipline from her father, a banker who was strict but generous. 'He helped a lot of people who were in difficulties. I think that was one of the reasons I started the Tsinforn C Wong Memorial Scholarship.' Established in 1973 as the Tsinforn C Wong Scholarship, it was renamed the Tsinforn C. Wong Memorial Scholarship in 1983 in remembrance of Wong's late father. Wong attributes her achievements to her 'sheer dedication and absolute commitment'. 'I'll never say 'that's enough',' says Wong, adding that she doesn't want to retire because for her retiring means moving backwards. 'I hate to think that I'm going backwards. I've always wanted to go forward. That's my motto.'
Fernando Giulini, Italy: (minimal on line)
Professionista nel settore Ricerca
FCG CONSULTING Srl
Milano, Italia.
Tatsuya Nakadai, Japan:
Tatsuya Nakadai is a Japanese film actor famous for the wide variety of characters he has portrayed and many collaborations with famous Japanese film directors. Wikipedia
Born: December 13, 1932 (age 87 years), Gohongi, Tokyo, Japan
Height: 1.78 m.
Spouse: Yasuko Miyazaki (m. 1957–1996).
Children: Nao Nakadai.
Siblings: Keigo Nakadai.
Tatsuya Nakadai (仲代 達矢, Nakadai Tatsuya, born Motohisa Nakadai; December 13, 1932) is a Japanese film actor famous for the wide variety of characters he has portrayed and many collaborations with famous Japanese film directors.[1]
Born: Motohisa Nakadai (仲代 元久)
December 13, 1932(age 87). Tokyo, Japan
Occupation: Actor.
Years active: 1954–present
Height:: 1.78 m (5 ft 10 in)
He was featured in 11 films directed by Masaki Kobayashi, including The Human Condition trilogy, wherein he starred as the lead character Kaji, plus Harakiri, Samurai Rebellion and Kwaidan.
Nakadai worked with a number of Japan's best-known filmmakers—starring or co-starring in five films directed by Akira Kurosawa, as well as being cast in significant films directed by Hiroshi Teshigahara (The Face of Another), Mikio Naruse (When a Woman Ascends the Stairs), Kihachi Okamoto (Kill! and The Sword of Doom), Hideo Gosha (Goyokin), Shirō Toyoda(Portrait of Hell) and Kon Ichikawa (Enjō and Odd Obsession).
Biography:
Nakadai grew up in a very poor family and was unable to afford a university education, prompting him to take up acting. He greatly admired American films and was a fan of actors such as John Wayne and Marlon Brando. He also picked up a liking of Broadway musicals, and travels once a year to New York City to watch them. Nakadai was working as a shop clerk in Tokyo before a chance encounter with director Masaki Kobayashi led to him being cast in the film The Thick Walled Room. The following year, he made a brief and uncredited cameo in Akira Kurosawa's Seven Samurai where he is seen for a few seconds as a samurai walking through town.[2] Nakadai's role in Seven Samurai is technically his debut as The Thick-Walled Room's release was delayed for three years due to controversial subject matter. His major breakthrough as an actor came when he was given the part of Jo, a young yakuza in Black River, another film directed by Kobayashi. Nakadai continued to work with Kobayashi into the 1960s and won his first Blue Ribbon Award for his role in Harakiri (his personal favorite among his own films) as the aging rōnin Hanshiro Tsugumo.
Nakadai appeared in two more Kurosawa films from the 1980s. In Kagemusha Nakadai plays both the titular thief turned body-double and the famous daimyō Takeda Shingen whom the thief is tasked with impersonating. This dual role helped him win his second Blue Ribbon Award for Best Actor. In Ran Nakadai plays another daimyo, Hidetora Ichimonji (loosely based on King Lear from Shakespeare's play King Lear and inspired by the historical daimyo Mōri Motonari).
He taught and trained promising young actors including Kōji Yakusho, Mayumi Wakamura, Tōru Masuoka, Azusa Watanabe, Kenichi Takitō and others.[3]
In 2015, he received the Order of Culture.[4][5]
Filmography:
Film:
Year Title Role Director Notes:
1954 Seven Samurai Samurai Wandering Through Town Akira Kurosawa Uncredited
1956 Hi no tori Keiichi Naganuma Umetsugu Inoue
Hadashi no Seishun Yūji Wada Senkichi Taniguchi
Sazae-san Norisuke Namino Nobuo Aoyagi
Oshidori no Ma Andō Keigo Kimura
1957 Black RiverJoe Masaki Kobayashi
Oban Shin-don Yasuki Chiba
Untamed Kimura Mikio Naruse
Hikage no Musume Motohashi Shūe Matsubayashi
Zoku Oban: Fuunhen Shin-don Yasuki Chiba
A Dangerous Hero (Kiken na eiyu) Imamura Hideo Suzuki
Zokuzoku Oban: Dotouhen Shin-don Yasuki Chiba
Sazae's Youth (Sazae-san no seishun) Norisuke Namino Nobuo Aoyagi
1958A Boy and Three MothersKensaku Seiji Hisamatsu
All About Marriage (Kekkon no subete) Akira Nakayama Kihachi Okamoto
Go and Get It (Buttsuke honban) Hara Kozo Saeki
Enjō Togari Kon Ichikawa
Naked Sun Jirō Maeda Miyoji Ieki
1959 The Human Condition: No Greater Love Kaji Masaki Kobayashi Lead role
Odd Obsession Kimura Kon Ichikawa
The Human Condition: Road to Eternity Kaji Masaki Kobayashi Lead role
Yaju shisubeshi Kunihiko Date Eizo Sugawa Lead role
Three Dolls in Ginza (Ginza no onéchan) Kyōsuke Tamura Toshio Sugie
An'ya Kōro Kaname Shirō Toyoda
1960 When a Woman Ascends the Stairs Kenichi Komatsu Mikio Naruse
Daughters, Wives, and a Mother (Musume tsuma haha) Shingo Kuroki Mikio Naruse
The Blue Beast (Aoi yaju) Yasuhiko Kuroki Hiromichi Horikawa
Get 'em All ("Minagoroshi no uta" yori kenju-yo saraba!) Tsubota Eizō Sugawa
1961 The Other Woman (Tsuma to shite onna to shite) Minami Mikio Naruse
Yojimbo Unosuke Akira Kurosawa
The Human Condition: A Soldier's PrayerKaji Masaki Kobayashi Lead role
Kumo ga chigieru toki James Kimura Heinosuke Gosho
Immortal Love Heibei Keisuke Kinoshita
1962 Sanjuro Muroto Hanbei Akira Kurosawa
Love Under the Crucifix (Oginsama) Takayama Ukon Kinuyo Tanaka Lead role
The Inheritance (Karami-ai) Kikuo Furukawa Masaki Kobayashi
Harakiri Tsugumo Hanshirō Masaki Kobayashi Lead role
Madame Aki Uojirō Tatsumi Shirō Toyoda
1963 High and Low Chief Detective Tokura Akira Kurosawa
Pressure of Guilt (Shiro to kuro) Ichirō Hamano Hiromichi Horikawa Lead role
The Legacy of the 500,000 (Gojuman-nin no isan) Mitsuru Gunji Toshiro Mifune
Miren Ryōta Kinoshita Yasuki Chiba
A Woman's Life (Onna no rekishi) Takashi Akimoto Mikio Naruse
1964 Arijigoku sakusenIshiki Takashi Tsuboshima Lead role
Kwaidan Minokichi Masaki Kobayashi Lead role
1965 Saigo no shinpan Jirō Hiromichi Horikawa Lead role
Fort Graveyard (Chi to suna) Sakuma Kihachi Okamoto
Illusion of Blood Iemon Shirō Toyoda Lead role
1966 Cash Calls Hell (Gohiki no shinshi) Oida Hideo Gosha Lead role
The Sword of Doom Ryunosuke Tsukueb Kihachi Okamoto Lead role [6]
The Face of Another Mr. Okuyama Hiroshi Teshigahara Lead role
The Daphne (Jinchoge) Professor Kanahira Yasuki Chiba
1967 The Age of Assassins (Satsujin kyo jidai) Shinji Kikyo Kihachi Okamoto Lead role
Kojiro Miyamoto Musashi Hiroshi Inagaki
Samurai Rebellion Asano Tatewaki Masaki Kobayashi
Japan's Longest Day Narrator Kihachi Okamoto
1968 Today We Kill, Tomorrow We Die! James Elfego Tonino Cervi
Kill! Genta Kihachi Okamoto Lead role
Admiral Yamamoto Narrator Seiji Maruyama
The Human Bullet Narrator Kihachi Okamoto
1969 Goyokin Magobei Hideo Gosha Lead role
Eiko's 5000 Kilograms (Eiko e no 5,000 kiro) Takeuchi Koreyoshi Kurahara
The Battle of the Japan Sea (Nihonkai daikaisen) Akashi Motojiro Seiji Maruyama
Hitokiri Takechi Hanpeita Hideo Gosha
Blood End (Tengu-to) Sentarō Satsuo Yamamoto Lead role
Portrait of Hell Yoshihide Shirō Toyoda Lead role
1970 Duel at Ezo (Ezo yakata no ketto) Daizennokami Honjo Kengo Furusawa
Bakumatsu Nakaoka Shintarō Daisuke Itō
The Scandalous Adventures of Buraikan Kataoka Naojirō Masahiro Shinoda
Zatoichi Goes to the Fire Festival Ronin Kenji Misumi
Will to Conquer (Tenka no abarembo) Yoshida Tōyō Seiji Maruyama
1971 Inn of Evil (Inochi boni furo) Sadashichi Masaki Kobayashi Lead role
Battle of Okinawa Colonel Hiromichi Yahara Kihachi Okamoto Lead role
The Wolves (Shussho Iwai) Seji Iwahashi Hideo Gosha Lead role
1973 Osho Sekine Hiromichi Horikawa
The Human Revolution Nichiren Toshio Masuda
Rise, Fair Sun Sakuzo Kei Kumai Lead role
1974 Karei-naru Ichizoku Teppei Manpyō Satsuo Yamamoto Lead role
1975 The Gate of Youth (Seishun no mon) Jūzō Ibuki Kirio Urayama
Tokkan Hijikata Toshizō Kihachi Okamoto
I Am a Cat (Wagahai wa neko de aru) Kushami Chin'no Kon Ichikawa Lead role
Kinkanshoku Yasuo Hoshino Satsuo Yamamoto Lead role
1976 Banka Setsuo Katsuragi Yoshisuke Kawasaki
Zoku ningen kakumei Nichiren Toshio Masuda
Fumō Chitai Tadashi Iki Satsuo Yamamoto Lead role
1977 Sugata Sanshiro Shōgorō Yano Kihachi Okamoto
1978 Blue Christmas Minami Kihachi Okamoto
Rhyme of Vengeance (Jo-oh-bachi) Ginzo Daidoji Kon Ichikawa
Bandits vs. Samurai Squadron Kumokiri Nizaemon Hideo Gosha Lead role
Hi no Tori (Hi no tori) Ninigi Kon Ichikawa
1979 Hunter in the Dark (Yami no karyudo) Gomyo Kiyoemon Hideo Gosha Lead role
1980 Kagemusha Takeda Shingen / Kagemusha Akira KurosawaLead role
The Battle of Port Arthur (also known as 203 kochi) [7] General Yogi Maresuke Toshio Masuda Lead role
1981 Willful Murder Yashiro Kei Kumai Lead role
1982 Onimasa Masagoro Kiryuin Hideo Gosha Lead role
1984 Fireflies in the North Takeshi Tsukigata Hideo Gosha Lead role
1985 Ran Lord Hidetora Ichimonji Akira Kurosawa Lead role
The Empty Table (Shokutaku no nai ie) Nobuyuki Kidoji Masaki Kobayashi Lead role
1986 Atami satsujin jiken Denbei NikaidoKazuo Takahashi Lead role
1987 Hachiko Monogatari Hidejiro Ueno Seijirō Kōyama Lead role
1988 Return from the River Kwai Major HaradaAndrew V. McLaglen
Oracion (Yushun) Heihachiro Wagu Shigemichi Sugita
1989 Four Days of Snow and Blood (Ni-ni-roku) Hajime Sugiyama Hideo Gosha
1991 Heat Wave (Kagero) Tsunejiro Murai Hideo Gosha
Florence My Love Sakazaki Seiji Izumi
1992 The Wicked City Daishu (Yuen Tai Chung) Mak Tai-Kit
Basara – The Princess Goh (Goh-hime) Furuta Oribe Hiroshi Teshigahara
Tōki Rakujitsu Sakae Kobayashi Seijirō Kōyama
1993 Lone Wolf and Cub: Final Conflict Yagyu Retsudo Akira Inoue
Summer of the Moonlight Sonata (Gekko no natsu) Kazama (postwar) Seijirō Kōyama
1995 East Meets West Katsu Rintarō Kihachi Okamoto
1996 Miyazawa Kenji sonoai Seijirō Miyazawa Seijirō Kōyama
1999 After the Rain Tsuji Gettan Takashi Koizumi
Spellbound Hideaki Sasaki Masato Harada
2001 Vengeance for Sale (Sukedachi-ya Sukeroku) Umetaro Katakura Kihachi Okamoto
2002 To Dance With the White Dog (Shiroi inu to Waltz wo) Eisuke Nakamoto Takashi Tsukinoki Lead role
Dawn of a New Day: The Man Behind VHS Konosuke Matsushita Kiyoshi Sasabe
2003 Like Asura Kotaro Takezawa Yoshimitsu Morita
2005 Yamato Katsumi Kamio (75 years old) Junya Sato
2006 The Inugamis Sahei Inugami Kon Ichikawa
2009 Listen to My Heart Kyozo Hayami Shinichi Mishiro
2010 Haru's Journey Tadao Nakai Masahiro Kobayashi Lead role
Zatoichi: The Last Tendo Junji Sakamoto
2012 Until The Break Of Dawn Sadayuki Akiyama Yūichirō Hirakawa
2013 Human Trust Nobuhiko Sasakura Junji Sakamoto
2015 Yuzuriha no koro Kenichiro Miya Mineko Okamoto
2017 Lear of the Beach/ Umibe No Ria Chōkitsu Kuwabatake Masahiro Kobayashi Lead role
2018 Henkan Kōshōnin Narrator Tsuyoshi Yanagawa
2020 Touge: The Last Samurai Makino Tadayuki Takashi Koizumi.
Animated film:
Year, Title, Role, Director, Notes:
1973 Kanashimi no Belladonna The Devil Eiichi Yamamoto
1983 Final Yamato Narrator Tomoharu Katsumata / Yoshinobu Nishizaki / Takeshi Shirado / Toshio Masuda
2013 The Tale of Princess Kaguya Sumiyaki no RoujiniIsao Takahata
2014 Giovanni's Island[8] Junpei Senō (Present) Mizuho Nishikubo
Theater:
Year Title Role Director Notes:
1964 Hamlet Hamlet Koreya Senda
1968 Yotsuya Kaidan Tamiya Iemon Eitaro Ozawa
1971 Othello Othello Koreya Senda
1974 Richard III Richard Toshikiyo Masumi
1975 The Lower Depths Satine Toshikiyo Masumi
1978 Oedipus Rex Oedipus Tomoe Ryu (Yasuko Miyazaki)
1982 Macbeth Macbeth Tomoe Ryu (Yasuko Miyazaki)
1990 Cyrano de Bergerac Cyrano de Bergerac Tomoe Ryu (Yasuko Miyazaki)
2000 Death of a Salesman William "Willy" Loman Kiyoto Hayashi
2001 The Merry Wives of Windsor John Falstaff Kiyoto Hayashi
2005 Driving Miss Daisy HokeIkumi Tanno
2008 Don Quixote Miguel de Cervantes Ikumi Tanno
2010 John Gabriel Borkman John Gabriel Borkman Tamiya Kuriyama
2013 Bluebeard's Castle The Bard Michiyoshi Inoue
2014 Barrymore John Barrymore Ikumi Tanno
2014 Romeo and Juliet Father Lawrence Ikumi Tanno
Television;
Year Title Role Network Notes
1971 Shin Heike Monogatari Taira no Kiyomori NHK Lead role, Taiga drama
1995 Daichi no Kov Kōji Matsumoto NHK Lead role
1996 Hideyoshi Sen no Rikyū NHK Taiga drama
2004 Socrates in Love Kentarō Matsumoto TBS Special appearance
2007 Fūrin Kazan Takeda Nobutora NHK Taiga drama
2014 Zainin no Uso Kenzō Haneda Wowow
2015 Haretsu Kuraki NHK
Hatashiai Sanosuke Jidaigeki Senmon Channel Lead role, TV movie
2016 Kyoakuwa Nemurasenai Yōhei Tachibana TV Tokyo
Cold Case Wowow
2017 Henkan Kōshōnin Narrator NHK TV movie
2020 The Return Unokichi Jidaigeki Senmon Channel Lead role, TV movie.
Honours:
Chevalier De L’Ordre des Arts et des Lettres (1992)
Medal with Purple Ribbon (1996)
Order of the Rising Sun, 4th Class, Gold Rays with Rosette (2003)
Person of Cultural Merit (2007)
Asahi Prize (2013)
Kawakita Award (2013)
Toshiro Mifune Award (2015)
Order of Culture (2015)
References:
^ "Tatsuya Nakadai". The New York Times.
^ Stephens, Chuck. "The Eighth Samurai: Tatsuya Nakadai". Current. Retrieved 2013-10-10.
^ "無名塾公演「おれたちは天使じゃない」 @ウェスタ川越 大ホール". ARK. Archived from the original on March 4, 2016. Retrieved September 15, 2015.
^ "Two Nobel scientists to receive Order of Culture award". The Japan Times. 2015.
^ www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/tatsuya-nakadai-set-receiv...
^ Stuart Galbraith IV (16 May 2008). The Toho Studios Story: A History and Complete Filmography. Scarecrow Press. p. 227. ISBN 978-1-4616-7374-3.
^ The Battle of Port Arthur (203 Kochi) in the Internet Movie Database
^ "Full Trailer for I.G's Hand-Drawn Anime Film Giovanni's Island Posted". Anime News Network. 2013-12-18. Retrieved 2013-12-21.
Michael Hwang, Singapore:
Michael Hwang SC is a Singaporean barrister and arbitrator. In 1991, he was appointed Judicial Commissioner of the Supreme Court of Singapore. He completed his term in 1992, and in 1997 he was appointed one of the first eight Senior Counsel in Singapore.[1] From 2008 to 2010, he was the President of the Law Society of Singapore.[2] In 2010, he became the Chief Justice of the Dubai International Financial Centre Courts.
Michael Hwang; SC
Born: Singapore
Nationality: Singaporean
Occupation: lawyer
Years active: 1968-present
In 2014, he was awarded the Pierre de Coubertin Medal by the International Olympic Committee for his work with the International Council of Arbitration for Sports, which operates the Court of Arbitration for Sport.[3]
References:
^ Senior Counsel Directory, www.sal.org.sg, accessed 31 March 2008.
^ Chee Kong, Loh, "Law Society president says Singapore lawyers apathetic about public law", channelnewsasia.com, 18 March 2008, accessed 31 March 2008.
^ "Singapore lawyer Michael Hwang receives the Pierre de Coubertin Medal for his services to the Olympic movement", singaporeolympics.com, 13 October 2014, accessed 13 July 2015.
Jose Ferrer Sala, Spain:
Role: Narrator
Birthdate: January 8, 1912
Biography José Vicente Ferrer de Otero y Cintrón, known as José Ferrer, was a Puerto Rican actor, and director of theatre and film. He was the first Puerto Rican-born actor, as well as the first Hispanic actor, to win an Academy Award (in 1950 for Cyrano de Bergerac).
In 1947, Ferrer won the Tony Award for his theatrical performance of Cyrano de Bergerac, and in 1952, he won the Distinguished Dramatic Actor Award for The Shrike, and also the Outstanding Director Award for directing the plays The Shrike, The Fourposter, and Stalag 17.
Ferrer's contributions to American theatre were recognized in 1981, when he was inducted into the American Theater Hall of Fame. In 1985, he received the National Medal of Arts from Ronald Reagan, becoming the first actor to receive that honor.[2]
Episodes:
I, Darrin, Take This Witch, Samantha
Be It Ever So Mortgaged
Mother Meets What's-His-Name
References:
↑ José Ferrer on the Internet Movie Database. Retrieved on January 8, 2020.
↑ José Ferrer on Wikipedia. Retrieved on January 8, 2020.
Sir Torquil Norman, UK:
Sir Torquil Patrick Alexander Norman, CBE
Born: 11 April 1933) is a British businessman, aircraft enthusiast, and arts philanthropist.[1]
Sir Torquil Norman. CBE
Born: 11 April 1933 (age 87). Marylebone, London
Nationality: British
Occupation: Businessman
Spouse(s): Lady Elizabeth Ann Montagu. (m. 1961)
Early life and education::
Norman is the youngest of three sons born to Air Commodore Sir Nigel Norman, 2nd Baronet, and Patrician Moyra Annesley, daughter of Lieutenant Colonel James Howard Adolphus Annesley. His father, the only child of journalist and politician Sir Henry Norman, 1st Baronet, and novelist Ménie Muriel Dowie, was killed in action in 1943, shortly before Torquil's 10th birthday. His eldest brother, Sir Mark Annesley Norman, inherited the baronetcy and his middle brother, Desmond Norman, was an aviation pioneer.[1]
Norman was educated at Eton College, Harvard University and Trinity College, Cambridge.[1]
Career:
Standing 6'7", Norman gained his pilot's licence at eighteen, and did his National Service in the Fleet Air Arm. After he left, he bought a Piper Comanche, flew in No. 601 Squadron RAF,[2] and took up skydiving.
After working as an investment banker in the United States for eleven years, Norman returned to the United Kingdom in the 1960s and subsequently entered the toymaking industry, first as chief executive of Berwick Timpo[3] toy company from 1973. In 1980, he founded Bluebird Toys, makers of the Big Yellow Teapot House, the Big Red Fun Bus, and the successful Polly Pocket line of dolls.[4]
A long-term Camden resident, Norman bought the derelict Roundhouse arts venuein Chalk Farm for £3 million in 1996 "as an impulse buy", having read it was proposed to turn it into an architectural museum.[5] As founder and chairman of the Roundhouse Trust he then raised £27 million from public and private sources, including almost £4 million more of his own personal funds, to restore the crumbling Victorian former railway repair shed, which had been a major arts venue in the 1960s and '70s. The restored Roundhouse reopened in June 2006 as a 1,700 seat performance space, with a state-of-the-art creative centre for young people in the undercroft, and a new wing with a purpose-built bar and café.[6][7] It was soon the base for a major season by the Royal Shakespeare Company, played host to regular big-name rock concerts, and by 2008 had involved over 12,000 teenagers in creative arts projects.[8]
Norman, who was previously appointed a Commander of the Order of the British Empire, stepped down as chairman of the Roundhouse Trust in 2007,[9] and was knighted the same year for his "services to the arts and to disadvantaged young people".[10] In 2007 he won the Beacon Fellowship Prize for his work with young people through the Roundhouse Trust.[11]
A collector of classic aeroplanes, Norman wrote a vivid account of flying a DH Leopard Moth across the Atlantic.[12] In 1995 Norman and Henry Labouchère undertook a long distance flight in a light aircraft, culminating in their East-West trans-Atlantic flight in a (then) 59-year-old De Havilland Dragonfly, with both of them being awarded the Certificate of Merit by the Royal Aero Club.
Personal life:
On 8 July 1961, Norman married Lady Elizabeth Ann Montagu, the daughter of Victor Montagu, 10th Earl of Sandwich. They have five children, including Conservative Party MP Jesse Norman, the artist Amy Sharrocks, and ten grandchildren.[1]
Published works:
2010 – Kick The Tyres, Light The Fires: One Man's Vision For Britain's Future And How We Can Make It Work. Infinite Ideas. ISBN 978-1-906821-53-1.
References:
^ a b c d Mosley, Charles, ed. (2003). Burke's Peerage, Baronetage & Knighthood (107 ed.). Burke's Peerage & Gentry. pp. 2918–2919. ISBN 0-9711966-2-1. Cite uses deprecated parameter |editorlink= (help)
^ 601: The Flying Sword, RAF MuseumPodcast Series
^ Berwick Timpo plc
^ BBC Interview with Sir Torquil Norman, Desert Island Discs, 12 December 2010
^ Jane Wright, Torquil's not cheap at the Roundhouse, Camden New Journal, 22 May 2003
^ Richard Morrison, The magic round about, The Times, 3 February 2006
^ Tom Foot, The beginning of a new era as the Roundhouse re-opens, Camden New Journal, May 2006
^ Sara Newman, Roundhouse night of glamour raises £900,000 for charity, Camden New Journal, 19 June 2008.
^ Dan Carrier, Tributes to outgoing Torquil, Camden New Journal, 18 January 2007
^ Birthday honours: London list, BBC News, 16 June 2007
^ Beacon Special Prize 2007, Beacon Fellowship, 2007
^ Pilot, June 1996.
David Robinson, USA:
David Maurice Robinson:
David Maurice Robinson (born August 6, 1965) is an American former professional basketball player who played for the San Antonio Spurs in the National Basketball Association (NBA) from 1989 to 2003. Nicknamed "the Admiral" for his service with the U.S. Navy, Robinson was a 10-time NBA All-Star, the 1995 NBA MVP, a two-time NBA champion (1999 and 2003), a two-time Olympic Gold Medal winner (1992, 1996), a two-time Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame inductee (2009 for his individual career, 2010 as a member of the 1992 United States men's Olympic basketball team), and a two-time U.S. Olympic Hall of Fameinductee (2008 individually, 2009 as a member of the 1992 Olympic team).[2] He is widely considered one of the greatest centers in both college basketball and NBA history.[3]
Personal information:
Born: August 6, 1965(age 55). Key West, Florida
Nationality: American
Listed height: 7 ft 1 in (2.16 m)
Listed weight: 235 lb (107 kg)
Career information:
High school: Osbourn Park. (Manassas, Virginia)
College: Navy (1983–1987)
NBA draft:
1987 / Round: 1 / Pick: 1st overall
Selected by the San Antonio Spurs
Playing career: 1989–2003
Position: Center
Number: 50
Career history: 1989–2003
San Antonio Spurs
Career highlights and awards
2× NBA champion (1999, 2003)
NBA Most Valuable Player (1995)
10× NBA All-Star (1990–1996, 1998, 2000, 2001)
4× All-NBA First Team (1991, 1992, 1995, 1996)
2× All-NBA Second Team (1994, 1998)
4× All-NBA Third Team (1990, 1993, 2000, 2001)
NBA Defensive Player of the Year (1992)
4× NBA All-Defensive First Team (1991, 1992, 1995, 1996)
4× NBA All-Defensive Second Team (1990, 1993, 1994, 1998)
NBA Sportsmanship Award (2001)
NBA scoring champion (1994)
NBA rebounding leader (1991)
NBA blocks leader (1992)
NBA Rookie of the Year (1990)
NBA All-Rookie First Team (1990)
NBA's 50th Anniversary All-Time Team
No. 50 retired by San Antonio Spurs
Sports Illustrated Sportsman of the Year(2003)
National college player of the year (1987)
Consensus first-team All-American (1987)
Consensus second-team All-American (1986)
3× CAA Player of the Year (1985–1987)
2× NCAA blocks leader (1986, 1987)
NCAA rebounding leader (1986)
USA Basketball Male Athlete of the Year(1986).
David Robinson was born in Key West, Florida, the second child of Ambrose and Freda Robinson. Since Robinson's father was in the U.S. Navy, the family moved frequently. After his father retired from the Navy, the family settled in Woodbridge, Virginia, where Robinson excelled in school and in most sports, except basketball. Robinson attended Osbourn Park High School in Manassas, Virginia, just outside Washington, D.C., where Robinson's father was working as an engineer.
Robinson was of average height for most of his childhood and teenage years, and stood only 5 ft 9 in (1.75 m) tall in his junior year of high school (age 16–17). But during his senior year he experienced a large growth spurt and grew to 6 ft 6 in (1.98 m). He had not played organized basketball or attended any basketball camps,[4] but the school's basketball coach added him to the team, and Robinson earned all-area and all-district honors but generated little interest among college basketball coaches.
Robinson graduated from Osbourn Park in 1983. He achieved a relatively high score of 1320 on the SAT, and chose to attend the U.S. Naval Academy, where he would major in mathematics and play on the basketball team. At the time the Naval Academy had a height restriction of 6 ft 6 in (1.98 m) for all cadets, and in the autumn when the new academic year began Robinson had grown to 6 ft 7 in (2.01 m). Assuming that he was unlikely to grow much more, the academy's superintendent readily granted him a waiver. However Robinson continued growing, and by the start of his second year at the academy he had nearly reached his adult height of 7 ft 0 in (2.13 m), which later prevented him from serving on any U.S. naval ships.
Robinson married Valerie Hoggatt in 1991. They have three sons, David Jr., Corey, and Justin. Corey attended Notre Dame and was a wide receiver on the football team[26]before ending his playing career in 2016 on medical advice due to multiple concussionsprior to what would have been his senior season.[27] He was very active on campus in his final undergraduate year, having been elected student body president in February 2016 for the 2016–17 school year.[28] Justin, a 6'8" (2.03 m) forward in basketball and a two-time all-state selection in Texas, has attended Duke since August 2015. He was initially recruited to the Duke team as a "preferred walk-on" with the opportunity to eventually earn a scholarship, but was placed on scholarship before his arrival at Duke.[29]On September 18, 2020, Mornar Bar of Erste Liga announced that they had signed Justin, signaling that Justin started his professional basketball career.[30]
Robinson became a Christian on June 8, 1991 after being encouraged to read the Bible.[31][32]
In 2001, Robinson founded and funded the $9 million Carver Academy in San Antonio, a non-profit private school named for George Washington Carver to provide more opportunities for inner-city children. In 2012, the school became a public charter school and its name changed to IDEA Carver. Robinson continues to be a very active participant in the school's day-to-day activities.[33][34]
In 2011, Robinson earned a Master of Arts in Administration (with concentration in organizational development) from the University of the Incarnate Word to better "understand how businesses work and how to build them.".[35]
Beyond his founding of Carver Academy, Robinson is well known as a philanthropist. Robinson and business partner Daniel Bassichis donate 10 percent of their profits to charitable causes.[35] The winner of the NBA Community Assist Award is presented with the David Robinson Plaque.[36]
Other ventures:
In 2008 Robinson partnered with Daniel Bassichis, formerly of Goldman Sachs and a board member of The Carver Academy, to form Admiral Capital Group.[37] Admiral Capital Group is a private equity firm whose mission is to invest in opportunities that can provide both financial and social returns. Robinson's primary motivation in starting Admiral Capital was to create a source of additional financial support for The Carver Academy. Its portfolio is worth more than $100 million and includes nine upscale hotels and office buildings across the U.S. as well as Centerplate, one of the largest hospitality companies in the world. Admiral Capital Group also partnered with Living Cities to form the Admiral Center, a non-profit created to support other athletes and entertainers with their philanthropic initiatives. Robinson is also co-owner of a Jaguar Land Rover Dealership in San Juan, Texas.[38][39]
Awards and honours:
Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame
class of 2009 – individual
class of 2010 – as a member of the "Dream Team"
U.S. Olympic Hall of Fame
class of 2008 – individual
class of 2009 – as a member of the "Dream Team"
FIBA Hall of Fame
class of 2013 - individual
class of 2017 - as a member of the "Dream Team"
Two-time NBA Champion
1995 NBA MVP
1992 NBA Defensive Player of the Year
1990 NBA Rookie of the Year
1990 NBA All-Rookie First Team
Four-time All-NBA First Team
Four-time All-Defensive First Team
10-time NBA All-Star
2001 NBA Sportsmanship Award[40]
Two-time Olympic Gold Medal winner
Olympic Bronze Medal winner
One of 50 Greatest Players in NBA History
1994 NBA Scoring Champion
Five-time IBM Award winner[41]
2008 NBA Shooting Stars champion[42]
Gold Medal in 1986 FIBA World Championship.[43]
2003 Sports Illustrated Sportsman of the Year
2012 NCAA Silver Anniversary Award[44]
Number 50 retired by the San Antonio Spurs
Coach Wooden "Keys to Life" Award(2004).
Charitable efforts:
In addition to his lengthy NBA career, Robinson is also noted for his charitable work.
In 1991, Robinson visited with fifth graders at Gates Elementary School in San Antonio and challenged them to finish school and go to college. He offered a $2,000 scholarship to everyone who did. In 1998, proving even better than his word, Robinson awarded $8,000 to each of those students who had completed his challenge. In perhaps his greatest civic and charitable achievement, David and his wife, Valerie, founded the Carver Academy in San Antonio, which opened its doors in September 2001. To date, the Robinsons have donated more than $11 million to the school.[45]
In March 2003, in recognition of his outstanding contributions to charity, the NBA renamed its award for outstanding charitable efforts in honor of Robinson. Winners of the NBA's Community Assist Award receive the David Robinson Plaque, with the inscription "Following the standard set by NBA Legend David Robinson who improved the community piece by piece." The award is given out monthly by the league to recognize players for their charitable efforts. Robinson is also the recipient of the William E. Simon Prize for Philanthropic Leadership.[46]
In 2011, in recognition of his philanthropic efforts with the Carver Academy, Robinson received the Children's Champion Award from the charitable organization Children's Hunger Fund.[47]
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^ "1992 United States Olympic Team". Archived from the original on August 18, 2010.
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^ a b c d Montville, Leigh (April 29, 1996). "Trials Of David". Sports Illustrated. Retrieved March 10, 2013.
^ According to the following article about the city of Annapolis, Robinson won the "Eastman Award" in 1987 and the award is in Lejeune Hall. Bailey, Steve (August 22, 2008). "In Annapolis, Md., the Past Is Always at Hand". New York Times. Retrieved March 18, 2010.See also the footnote at United States Naval Academy#Halls and principal buildings (at "Lejeune Hall").
^ Report to the Honorable Gordon J. Humphrey, U.S. Senate (September 1987). "Treatment of Prominent Athletes on Active Duty" (PDF). United States General Accounting Office. Retrieved March 28, 2012.
^ "Information on Military to Civilian Transition Employment, Civilian Jobs for Veterans". G.I. Jobs. Archived from the original on March 10, 2006. Retrieved August 4, 2012.
^ Anderson, Dave (May 18, 1987). "Sports of the Times; The Robinson Plot Thickens". New York Times.
^ Orsborn, Tom (May 20, 2007). "The Summer Our Ship Came In". San Antonio Express-News.
^ "1988–89 Standings". NBA.com. Archived from the original on October 25, 2012. Retrieved August 4, 2012.
^ a b "Legends profile: David Robinson". NBA.com.
^ "David Robinson's Supreme Court for Genesis (1992)". MobyGames.
^ "San Antonio Spurs at Los Angeles Clippers Box Score, April 24, 1994". Basketball-Reference.com.
^ "David Robinson Stats". Basketball-Reference.com.
^ "The NBA at 50". NBA.com. Retrieved August 4, 2012.
^ "Spurs Tower Over NBA". NBA.com. Archived from the original on January 6, 2009. Retrieved August 4, 2012.
^ Staff, NBA com. "Top Moments: Twin Towers ride off to sunset with another title". NBA.com.
^ "David Robinson: "Tim Duncan is probably the best thing that ever happened to me"". March 23, 2018.
^ a b Kent, Milton. "'Admiral' Robinson isn't one to pull rank". baltimoresun.com.
^ Mooney, Matthew. "Honoring David Robinson". Bleacher Report.
^https://www.basketball.reference.com/players/r/robinda01/gamelog/2000
^ "Transcript of David Robinson Retirement Press Conference". San Antonio Spurs.
^ "David Robinson Scores 71 points". San Antonio Spurs.
^ "ESPN.com – NBA – Kobe makes records wilt". Sports.espn.go.com. Retrieved August 4, 2012.
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Richard Lee Woodson (b. March 30, 1945 in Oelwein, Iowa) is a former professional baseball pitcher. A right-hander, he played all or part of five seasons in Major League Baseball for the Minnesota Twins and the New York Yankees.
Woodson pitched in the League Championship Series in each of his first two Major League seasons, 1969 and 1970. He went 7-5 in 1969 as both a starting and a relief pitcher. After spending 1971 in the minor leagues, he returned as a full-time starter in 1972, going 14-14. The next season, he was 10-8 despite missing all of September due to injury.
On May 4, 1974, Woodson was traded by the Minnesota Twins to the New York Yankees for Mike Pazik, along with some cash. Woodson played his final major league game on July 8, 1974 with the Yankees.
On February 11, 1974, Dick Woodson became the first player to invoke the new free agency clause, as he sought $30,000, and the Twins offered $23,000. The arbitrator sided with Woodson.
He pitched in the minor leagues in 1975 in the Texas Rangers and Atlanta Braves organizations before retiring.
MLB debut - April 8, 1969, for the Minnesota Twins
Last MLB appearance - July 8, 1974, for the New York Yankees
MLB statistics:
Win–loss record 34–32
ERA - 3.47
Strikeouts - 315
Teams:
Minnesota Twins (1969–70; 1972–74)
New York Yankees (1974)
Link to all of his issued baseball cards - www.tradingcarddb.com/Person.cfm/pid/6397/col/1/yea/0/Dic...
Church of St. John the Baptist Keyston, Huntingdonshire - Cambridgeshire, consists of a chancel, nave, north & south transepts, north & south aisles, tower and south porch. built of coursed rubble with stone dressings. www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/52iNZ0
The church is not mentioned in the 1086 Domesday survey and the earliest existing parts are the c1250 nave and aisles ; The chancel was built c1280, and the tower and porch added c1300.
Beginning c1480, considerable reconstruction took place: the east wall of the chancel was rebuilt, the walls heightened and new east window inserted , the clerestory windows were added to the nave, the south transept was built, and new windows inserted into the south aisle walls. The roofs of the nave, transepts and aisles were renewed when these parts were y reconstructed towards the end of the 15c but those of the south aisle and porch were renewed in the 17c.
There are 5 bells in the tower inscribed: "Feare the Lorde 1592"; "William Marks churchwarden: . I: Eayre fecit. 1743 gloria Deo soli: . Francis [?] Clitherow Esquire": "Remember the ende 1592"; "Give God the praise 1592": "Thomas Rvssell of Wootton near X Bedford made me in 1733 Thomas Simonts churchwarden" (In 1552 there were 4 bells and a sanctus bell.
On the west wall of the north transept is a reset early 16c gravestone with indents of lost brasses a man and wife, with blank inscription plate below; the top of the stone has been cut to the shape of a two-centred arch, and on either side of the figures an ornamental cross, the letter 'D' and a monogram (possibly 'N A') have been deeply engraved. www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/6KJ488
Originally part of a bigger tomb, now lying on a bier in front of the chancel altar, is a late 15c / early 16c rare carved oak cadaver possibly of a priest showing good anatomical knowledge by the sculptor. www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/d908y8
The tithes in Keyston seem to have been of considerable value, in c1620, when Sir James Wingfield proposed the inclosure of over 1,700 acres of land, the rector John Scott, 'perceiving the great inconvenience which was to arise to the church,' resisted the proposal and refused to receive tithes in kind out of the inclosure, declaring that the rectory was thereby disinherited almost to the value of one-half yearly. Upon this complaint, 'to prevent the disherison of the said church and to make the said parsonage of as good, or neere as good, value as it was before,' Sir James and his tenants agreed that arbitrators 'of qualitie and conscience' should be chosen by common consent 'for establishing such a yearly rate upon the new inclosed grounds as they in their consciences and discretions should think to be equall ratably and respectively for the proportion of the said lands.' Sir Robert Payne and Sir Lewis Pemberton, the chosen arbitrators, decided that the inclosure should pay 1s. 8d. an acre yearly to the rector and his successors in lieu of tithes. Notwithstanding their agreement, Edward Bate and Thomas Hilles, 'two substantiall tenants' and owners respectively of 120 and 850 acres of the inclosure, neglected to pay their share. The rector brought an action against them in chancery; whereupon Edward Bate declared that the rate was exorbitant, and begged 'not to be compelled to pay as sett down by the referees'; while Thomas Hilles pleaded that, having learned that 'Dame Mary,' probably the widow of Sir Edward Wingfield, 'was not willing to encumber the inheritance with this perpetual rent charge,' he did not absolutely agree to it, but 'did pay at times to stay suits until there might be some friendly agreement.'