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This is the view from the top of our drive at 6:30am this morning. A night of high winds (110kph) and thunderstorms has brough masses of dust in from the interior. It's very creepy indeed. We abandoned our morning walk; I'm mildly asthmatic, and it didn't seem a very good idea.
It's straight out of the camera, although the 'cloudy' setting does seem to have deepened the orange up a little. And as full daylight has come it's cleared up a little as well.
Urbex is often creepy. But it's a lot creepier when you decide to explore on a foggy day! Brrr!
Today, we are exploring a former sanatorium and preventorium for asthmatic children from 4 yeard old to 15 yeard old, closed in 1995. I didn't manage to know why it closed (very few information on the net).
The main building is a 2 storey building. A pool and a stable are close to it.
Shot with Canon EOS 5D Mk. I + Tamron SP AF Aspherical Di LD IF 17-35 f/2.8-4 @17mm
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Sufjan Stevens @ Joseph Meyerhoff Symphony Hall, Baltimore, MD, on Sunday, November 1, 2015.
Carrie & Lowell Fall Tour 2015 Setlist:
Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)
Death With Dignity
Should Have Known Better
Drawn to the Blood
Stone
The Only Thing
Vesuvius
The Owl and the Tanager
Futile Devices
Fourth of July
All of Me Wants All of You
No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
Carrie & Lowell
Blue Bucket of Gold
Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois
Encore:
Abraham
The Dress Looks Nice on You
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
Chicago (Acoustic Version)
Hotline Bling (Drake cover)
Regine went to Manila for the first time to work as a kasambahay when she was 17 years old. She left her family in Samar so that she could help with the family expenses. Her mother is asthmatic. Working in Manila will go a long way to aid medical expenses. Her main task at her employer’s home was to do general housework. She worked with another kasambahay and friend who came with her from Samar. Although Regine’s main task was housework, she helped her friend at times when it came to taking care of the kids. After a year of service as kasambahay, she went back to Samar to continue her high school education. © ILO/J. Aliling 2015
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Sufjan Stevens @ Joseph Meyerhoff Symphony Hall, Baltimore, MD, on Sunday, November 1, 2015.
Carrie & Lowell Fall Tour 2015 Setlist:
Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)
Death With Dignity
Should Have Known Better
Drawn to the Blood
Stone
The Only Thing
Vesuvius
The Owl and the Tanager
Futile Devices
Fourth of July
All of Me Wants All of You
No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
Carrie & Lowell
Blue Bucket of Gold
Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois
Encore:
Abraham
The Dress Looks Nice on You
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
Chicago (Acoustic Version)
Hotline Bling (Drake cover)
King Kurt 10/10
Swooping to gratefully receive a flagon of Scrumpy from Steve from The Surfin’ Turnips (proper job!) along the way and here they are.
They’re still mad as hell, but, thankfully, less messy! (no ‘Wheel of Misfortune’, thankfully).
It’s ‘Lonesome Train’ and Smeg’s got his shirt off, because, crikey! - He must be only guy here who used to be in a famous band that’s reformed that hasn’t got a paunch!
He’s still gurning and grimacing tho’ and he also never stops dancing – he must either be as fit as fiddle or just too stupid to stop. In fairness, this is man that’s turned ‘stream-of-conciousness’ nonsense into an art-form! (he gets lazy about touching himself, we’re informed at one point. He’d rather someone was else was doing it, but he can’t be arsed, so…)
Oooh – look out, a couple of big, lively lads with daft hair cuts are doing their level best to level the ramp up to the stage (no, don’t worry about it, lads – the bands’ll just have to go each other’s shoulders to lift the guitars and amps up there…)
They do remind me that I miss The Grit not being here – another Rebellion staple, they’re a great, Geordie Rockin’ Roll band, who, sadly, split-up just a couple of weeks ago. I miss ya, lads.
Jeez, King Kurt get the Rockin’ girls at their gigs – they’ve gotta be three of the most incredible Rockin’ girls I’ve ever seen!
Jaysus – that’s just gotta be jelly, ‘cos jam don’t shake like that! (hands up: I nicked that fron The Alabama 3’s Reverand D. Wayne Love…).
Oh – watch out now they’re at the ‘Zulu Beat’ – all ‘Brouhaha, Brouhaha’ chants and pelvic thrusts…play ‘Destination Zululand’, ya loonies, I love that!
It’s got a line that squeezes in Kawasaki 750’s – you can’t not love a song like that…
Smeg is o’fficially looney tunes – he invents ‘The Tadpole dance’ there-and-then onstage, he’s till limber, mind – that boy’s a crazy, dancin’ fool! I forget the order of the songs ‘Gather your limbs’/’When the Saints go marching in’,
Then they’re into a magnificent version of ‘Ghost Riders in the Sky’, and they’ve got me – they always get you in the end, and I’m singing along and laughin’ like a loon – dancin’ and grinnin’ – they’re like a bunch of out-grown cheeky children: you can’t help you can’t help indulging them and getting dragged into their little world of Rockin’ nonsense and before ye know it, you’re HAVING FUN!!!
Ooh – it’s moshy, very, very moshy
‘Slick Black Cadillac’ next – mighty stuff! More random nonsense rant about the, erm, drawbacks of raging speed horn, and do girls get the same problem?
Then, out of nowhere, up pops ‘Is it daytime yet?’ Like a cheeky child, he probably has the attention span of…what was I talking about? See – it’s infectious, the bastards! They play all the faves (apart from ‘Destination Zululand’ while I’m there anyway), the wreckin’ crew have their shirts off, we get treated to Smeg’s retard Redneck voice and a whole scatological verbal scutter that ends with a prolonged punch-line about asthmatics…
Finally, they end on the extended, hypnotic, mesmerising, ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ and the bass player has to say it: ‘Thank you Farmer’s wife’ - and, like cheeky children, you can forgive ‘em anything.
Afterwards, I dutily go up to Smeg, salute him and walk off – he’s won, now I’m a nutter too (and I can’t stop humming ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ – much to some people’s bemusement…until I fall asleep!). What a perfect way to a brilliant Rebellion – having fun!
At the UEFA Womens Champions League game between The Dutch Champion FC Twente and the runner up from Franse Paris Saint-Germain (both teams are full professional athletes) at the end of the first part the French international Jessica Houara suffer from an asthma attack and needed medical attention outside the field. Never seen this before in a game at this level. Combining international topsport and being asthmatic must be a hard job to do. Very impressive!
Sufjan Stevens @ Joseph Meyerhoff Symphony Hall, Baltimore, MD, on Sunday, November 1, 2015.
Carrie & Lowell Fall Tour 2015 Setlist:
Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)
Death With Dignity
Should Have Known Better
Drawn to the Blood
Stone
The Only Thing
Vesuvius
The Owl and the Tanager
Futile Devices
Fourth of July
All of Me Wants All of You
No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
Carrie & Lowell
Blue Bucket of Gold
Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois
Encore:
Abraham
The Dress Looks Nice on You
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
Chicago (Acoustic Version)
Hotline Bling (Drake cover)
Sufjan Stevens @ Joseph Meyerhoff Symphony Hall, Baltimore, MD, on Sunday, November 1, 2015.
Carrie & Lowell Fall Tour 2015 Setlist:
Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)
Death With Dignity
Should Have Known Better
Drawn to the Blood
Stone
The Only Thing
Vesuvius
The Owl and the Tanager
Futile Devices
Fourth of July
All of Me Wants All of You
No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
Carrie & Lowell
Blue Bucket of Gold
Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois
Encore:
Abraham
The Dress Looks Nice on You
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
Chicago (Acoustic Version)
Hotline Bling (Drake cover)
28 August 2021 - Goat farmer Abdo Ali Moqbil, pictured here feeding his flocks, benefited from FAO-supported sensitization trainings about COVID-19 mitigation. He is asthmatic and his wife has diabetes. That made COVID-19 a matter of even graver concern.
“During the COVID-19 outbreak, I stayed at home. I had to borrow money from my neighbors because I couldn’t go out to work,” said Moqbil. “When I heard that this COVID-19 is deadly and very infectious, I used to pass by people without greeting them or shaking hands with them. I would always feel afraid, especially if that person has just arrived from Aden or Sana’a. I was worried that he might be carrying the virus from the city area to ours. Nevertheless, it was so embarrassing to run away from people because I was worried I might catch the virus.”
Photo credits must be given to: ©FAO/Mahmood Mohammed. Editorial use only. Copyright FAO.
King Kurt 10/10
Swooping to gratefully receive a flagon of Scrumpy from Steve from The Surfin’ Turnips (proper job!) along the way and here they are.
They’re still mad as hell, but, thankfully, less messy! (no ‘Wheel of Misfortune’, thankfully).
It’s ‘Lonesome Train’ and Smeg’s got his shirt off, because, crikey! - He must be only guy here who used to be in a famous band that’s reformed that hasn’t got a paunch!
He’s still gurning and grimacing tho’ and he also never stops dancing – he must either be as fit as fiddle or just too stupid to stop. In fairness, this is man that’s turned ‘stream-of-conciousness’ nonsense into an art-form! (he gets lazy about touching himself, we’re informed at one point. He’d rather someone was else was doing it, but he can’t be arsed, so…)
Oooh – look out, a couple of big, lively lads with daft hair cuts are doing their level best to level the ramp up to the stage (no, don’t worry about it, lads – the bands’ll just have to go each other’s shoulders to lift the guitars and amps up there…)
They do remind me that I miss The Grit not being here – another Rebellion staple, they’re a great, Geordie Rockin’ Roll band, who, sadly, split-up just a couple of weeks ago. I miss ya, lads.
Jeez, King Kurt get the Rockin’ girls at their gigs – they’ve gotta be three of the most incredible Rockin’ girls I’ve ever seen!
Jaysus – that’s just gotta be jelly, ‘cos jam don’t shake like that! (hands up: I nicked that fron The Alabama 3’s Reverand D. Wayne Love…).
Oh – watch out now they’re at the ‘Zulu Beat’ – all ‘Brouhaha, Brouhaha’ chants and pelvic thrusts…play ‘Destination Zululand’, ya loonies, I love that!
It’s got a line that squeezes in Kawasaki 750’s – you can’t not love a song like that…
Smeg is o’fficially looney tunes – he invents ‘The Tadpole dance’ there-and-then onstage, he’s till limber, mind – that boy’s a crazy, dancin’ fool! I forget the order of the songs ‘Gather your limbs’/’When the Saints go marching in’,
Then they’re into a magnificent version of ‘Ghost Riders in the Sky’, and they’ve got me – they always get you in the end, and I’m singing along and laughin’ like a loon – dancin’ and grinnin’ – they’re like a bunch of out-grown cheeky children: you can’t help you can’t help indulging them and getting dragged into their little world of Rockin’ nonsense and before ye know it, you’re HAVING FUN!!!
Ooh – it’s moshy, very, very moshy
‘Slick Black Cadillac’ next – mighty stuff! More random nonsense rant about the, erm, drawbacks of raging speed horn, and do girls get the same problem?
Then, out of nowhere, up pops ‘Is it daytime yet?’ Like a cheeky child, he probably has the attention span of…what was I talking about? See – it’s infectious, the bastards! They play all the faves (apart from ‘Destination Zululand’ while I’m there anyway), the wreckin’ crew have their shirts off, we get treated to Smeg’s retard Redneck voice and a whole scatological verbal scutter that ends with a prolonged punch-line about asthmatics…
Finally, they end on the extended, hypnotic, mesmerising, ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ and the bass player has to say it: ‘Thank you Farmer’s wife’ - and, like cheeky children, you can forgive ‘em anything.
Afterwards, I dutily go up to Smeg, salute him and walk off – he’s won, now I’m a nutter too (and I can’t stop humming ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ – much to some people’s bemusement…until I fall asleep!). What a perfect way to a brilliant Rebellion – having fun!
Sufjan Stevens @ Joseph Meyerhoff Symphony Hall, Baltimore, MD, on Sunday, November 1, 2015.
Carrie & Lowell Fall Tour 2015 Setlist:
Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)
Death With Dignity
Should Have Known Better
Drawn to the Blood
Stone
The Only Thing
Vesuvius
The Owl and the Tanager
Futile Devices
Fourth of July
All of Me Wants All of You
No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
Carrie & Lowell
Blue Bucket of Gold
Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois
Encore:
Abraham
The Dress Looks Nice on You
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
Chicago (Acoustic Version)
Hotline Bling (Drake cover)
German postcard by Ross Verlag, no. 3324/3, 1928-1929. Photo: Alex Binder, Berlin.
Yugoslav film actress and beauty queen Ita Rina (1907-1979) was one of the major film stars in Germany and Czechoslovakia in the late 1920’s and early 1930’s.
Ita Rina was born as Italina Lida ‘Ida’ Kravanja in the small town of Divača (then Austro-Hungarian Empire, later Yugoslavia, now Slovenia) in 1907. She was the first daughter of Jožef and Marija Kravanja. Rina had a younger sister Danica. Shortly after the outbreak of World War I, the family moved to Ljubljana, where Rina matriculated in 1923. Her dream was to become an actress. In October 1926, Slavic People magazine organized a beauty pageant for a Miss to represent Yugoslavia at the Miss Europe contest. The attractive nineteen-year-old secretly entered the beauty contest, not telling anyone at home. She was crowned Miss Slovenia and should travel to the final event for Miss Yugoslavia in Zagreb. However, her mother did not want to let her go to Zagreb. After a group visit of the Slovenian delegation, Marija Kravanja slacked. Unfortunately, when Rina arrived in Zagreb, the jury was already choosing the most beautiful of three finalists. However, she was noticed by Adolf Müller, the owner of Balkan Palace cinema in Zagreb. He sent her photographs to German film producer Peter Ostermayer, who invited her to come to Germany. As her mother did not want to let her go to Berlin, Rina ran away from home and arrived in Berlin in 1927. After her first audition, she had classes in acting, diction, dancing, driving, and riding. She made her film debut in the leading role in Was die Kinder ihren Eltern verschweigen/What Do Children Hide from Their Parents (Franz Osten, 1927) with Mary Johnson. Ita Rina was actually a model of fulfilled dreams of glory and success in film. After some small film roles in 1927 and 1928, the critics noticed her in Das letzte Souper/The Last Supper (1928, Mario Bonnard) starring Marcella Albani. That same year, Rina met her future husband Miodrag Đorđević, a student. Her big breakthrough came the following year, opposite Olaf Fjord in Erotikon/Seduction (1929), directed by Gustav Machatý. She was starring in the leading female role, Andrea. The film was a great success but also upset some moral and Christian organizations. Robert J. Maxwell at IMDb loved Rina’s performance: “She's a beauty by any metric. Her eyes are slanted and large. When she's excited, the irises are surrounded entirely by the whites. I can't do that. I just tried it in the mirror. And her nose is exquisite. It begins between her eyebrows, disregarding the usual need for a glabella, and cleaves her features in two. That nose is magnetic, exactly the right size for nibbling.”
In 1930, Ita Rina acted in three films, the most notable being the first talking Czech film Tonka Šibenice/Gallows Toni (Karl Anton, 1930). The title part in this film is often named her best role. In 1931, she married Miodrag Đorđević, and changed her religion from Roman Catholic to Serbian Orthodox. Rina was baptised in the Russian Orthodox Church, and also got her new Orthodox name, Tamara Đorđević. Now at the height of her career, she earned 15,000 marks per month and was an idol to teenagers as well as modern emancipated women.
The same year, Rina was given an offer from Hollywood, but her husband forced her to choose between her career and their marriage; Rina chose to stay with him. Although she had announced her retirement from the cinema, she acted until the outbreak of World War II. Her last film appearance was in the crime drama Zentrale Rio/Central Rio (Erich Engels, 1939) co-starring Leny Marenbach and Camilla Horn. Rina and her husband settled in Belgrade. In 1940, she gave birth to their son Milan. After the bombing of Belgrade in 1941, the family moved to Vrnjačka Banja, where Rina gave birth to a daughter, Tijana. They moved back to Belgrade after the end of World War II in 1945. Although she was promised several roles in Yugoslav films, all projects were cancelled. After she had written to President Tito, Rina began working as a co-production advisor in Avala Film. She returned to the silver screen once, in the Science-Fiction drama Rat/Atomic War Bride (Veljko Bulajić, 1960). The film, which deals with the horrors of the atomic weapon era, won three Golden Arena awards at the 1960 Pula Film Festival, including for Best Director (Veljko Bulajić), Best Actor (Antun Vrdoljak) and Best Scenography (Duško Jeričević), and was nominated for the Golden Lion award at the 1960 Venice Film Festival. It was her last role. As she was ill of asthma, Rina and her husband moved to Budva (then Yugoslavia, now Montenegro) in 1967. There, she was taking care of her husband, who was ill of sclerosis. Ita Rina died in 1979 in Budva of an asthmatic attack. She was buried a few days later in Belgrade, in the presence of numerous film artists, admirers, friends, and family. A few years ago, the Slovenian Cinematheque mounted a permanent exhibition of the actress’s photos and posters at the Škrjateljnova domačija, the house where she was born. The Slovenian Cinematheque also marked the recent centennial of her birth by reprinting a monograph on her life and work, now in an extended edition complete with English translations.
Sources: Slovenia.si, Wikipedia and IMDb.
I've just done over 800 miles in this and am so glad to be giving it back tomorrow... I really didn't get on with this one. My main issue with it was the slow and dim witted auto gearbox which was infuriating due to its incessant and random gear changes. I took this up a lovely flowing twisty A road I know very well and progress was frankly shambolic as a result of the gearbox's lunatic shifting. In comparison I had an auto (previous shape) Focus last week which was much better on the same piece of road. The Astra was also slow (God it was slow...), which was accentuated by the lengthy gaps between depressing the accelerator and the gearbox shifting down, having taken about ten minutes to decide which gear it should be in.
Contrast this with the previous current shape Astra I drove (manual 1.4 SRi) and it felt like a totally different car. The SRi was sporty and responsive in nature whereas the auto was asthmatic and unwilling.
Gearbox issues aside, it was also keen to tell me at regular intervals exactly which systems were about to fail or drop off. 'Low Coolant warning' was a constant favourite (despite topping up initially), as was 'Check n/s headlamp alignment' (in fairness, not the car's fault - close inspection revealed it had probably had a light front end shunt at some point). 'Rear door open' (it was shut) was an unexpected bonus on the way back this evening too.
There were also an impressive array of dents and the inside of the fuel filler was still masked, complete with overspray from when it had obviously received new paint to the rear 3/4 panel. Quite impressive for a two year old car.
At least, being an Elite, it had a decent (leather) interior with heated seats...
King Kurt 10/10
Swooping to gratefully receive a flagon of Scrumpy from Steve from The Surfin’ Turnips (proper job!) along the way and here they are.
They’re still mad as hell, but, thankfully, less messy! (no ‘Wheel of Misfortune’, thankfully).
It’s ‘Lonesome Train’ and Smeg’s got his shirt off, because, crikey! - He must be only guy here who used to be in a famous band that’s reformed that hasn’t got a paunch!
He’s still gurning and grimacing tho’ and he also never stops dancing – he must either be as fit as fiddle or just too stupid to stop. In fairness, this is man that’s turned ‘stream-of-conciousness’ nonsense into an art-form! (he gets lazy about touching himself, we’re informed at one point. He’d rather someone was else was doing it, but he can’t be arsed, so…)
Oooh – look out, a couple of big, lively lads with daft hair cuts are doing their level best to level the ramp up to the stage (no, don’t worry about it, lads – the bands’ll just have to go each other’s shoulders to lift the guitars and amps up there…)
They do remind me that I miss The Grit not being here – another Rebellion staple, they’re a great, Geordie Rockin’ Roll band, who, sadly, split-up just a couple of weeks ago. I miss ya, lads.
Jeez, King Kurt get the Rockin’ girls at their gigs – they’ve gotta be three of the most incredible Rockin’ girls I’ve ever seen!
Jaysus – that’s just gotta be jelly, ‘cos jam don’t shake like that! (hands up: I nicked that fron The Alabama 3’s Reverand D. Wayne Love…).
Oh – watch out now they’re at the ‘Zulu Beat’ – all ‘Brouhaha, Brouhaha’ chants and pelvic thrusts…play ‘Destination Zululand’, ya loonies, I love that!
It’s got a line that squeezes in Kawasaki 750’s – you can’t not love a song like that…
Smeg is o’fficially looney tunes – he invents ‘The Tadpole dance’ there-and-then onstage, he’s till limber, mind – that boy’s a crazy, dancin’ fool! I forget the order of the songs ‘Gather your limbs’/’When the Saints go marching in’,
Then they’re into a magnificent version of ‘Ghost Riders in the Sky’, and they’ve got me – they always get you in the end, and I’m singing along and laughin’ like a loon – dancin’ and grinnin’ – they’re like a bunch of out-grown cheeky children: you can’t help you can’t help indulging them and getting dragged into their little world of Rockin’ nonsense and before ye know it, you’re HAVING FUN!!!
Ooh – it’s moshy, very, very moshy
‘Slick Black Cadillac’ next – mighty stuff! More random nonsense rant about the, erm, drawbacks of raging speed horn, and do girls get the same problem?
Then, out of nowhere, up pops ‘Is it daytime yet?’ Like a cheeky child, he probably has the attention span of…what was I talking about? See – it’s infectious, the bastards! They play all the faves (apart from ‘Destination Zululand’ while I’m there anyway), the wreckin’ crew have their shirts off, we get treated to Smeg’s retard Redneck voice and a whole scatological verbal scutter that ends with a prolonged punch-line about asthmatics…
Finally, they end on the extended, hypnotic, mesmerising, ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ and the bass player has to say it: ‘Thank you Farmer’s wife’ - and, like cheeky children, you can forgive ‘em anything.
Afterwards, I dutily go up to Smeg, salute him and walk off – he’s won, now I’m a nutter too (and I can’t stop humming ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ – much to some people’s bemusement…until I fall asleep!). What a perfect way to a brilliant Rebellion – having fun!
Indoor Air Quality Testing San Bernardino
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The simple fact is that we are all at some form of risk associated with our Indoor Air Quality. Instances of the nature of toxins we are up against are distinct substances, chemical substances and fumes let alone black mold and domestic pet dander. Almost everyone linger within for a large part of our time, sometimes at home, work or class. This tends to place us all in danger of persistent asthmatic symptoms if your air flow quality is less than optimal.
Having the air analyzed by an accredited, 3rd party, neutral provider, is going to provide you with the help and advice you need to have in becoming alerted to of any hidden air quality difficulty that continues to be present in the house. The practitioner uses a completely independent certified research laboratory that utilizes technological screening tools to distinguish any adverse toxic contamination in the air of your own family home, workplace, church or school.
Here a few of the more widespread toxins and additional problems encountered indoors in a large number of present-day local communities.
1 - Volatile Organic Compounds (VOCs)
These chemical substances are released utilizing a number of fairly common household maintenance resources. A partial list may well consist of paints, varnishes, solvents, housecleaning solutions, disinfectant, degreasing and hobby products and solutions like paste. Also just about all fuels are made of natural and organic chemical compounds which usually can discharge these substances when you make use of them. Volatile organic compounds can easily inflame your sinuses, throat and coupled with causing head pain or vomiting.
One other fairly common VOC is Formaldehyde which can be an interior air pollutant which can be quite readily measured by an interior Air Quality provider.
2 - Molds
Molds produce spores that drift in the environment, arrive at moist or wet areas and begin to grow. Breathing in or coming in contact with molds triggers signs of illness including coughing, red eyes and in some cases skin itchiness. Molds can cause asthma disorders. Believe it or not, mold is not commonly an issue, until finally it begins to thrive throughout homes and office spaces. The most effective approach to keep mold in check is usually to keep control of the interior dampness amounts.
When you're contemplating about mold testing, you most likely have a good number of typical concerns. You may want to know how you can decide upon the ideal mold testing business that you can trust to offer you reliable final results without any sort of hidden intention. As we outlined, mold spores are located just about anywhere but once the spores make contact with dampness, mold will begin to develop. Since mold is capable of having some major health and wellness repercussions, it certainly is preferred to know for certain when your household or place of work includes a dangerous mold condition.
Sufjan Stevens @ Joseph Meyerhoff Symphony Hall, Baltimore, MD, on Sunday, November 1, 2015.
Carrie & Lowell Fall Tour 2015 Setlist:
Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)
Death With Dignity
Should Have Known Better
Drawn to the Blood
Stone
The Only Thing
Vesuvius
The Owl and the Tanager
Futile Devices
Fourth of July
All of Me Wants All of You
No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
Carrie & Lowell
Blue Bucket of Gold
Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois
Encore:
Abraham
The Dress Looks Nice on You
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
Chicago (Acoustic Version)
Hotline Bling (Drake cover)
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Contributors: Aaron Jasinski, Amy Fritch, Asthmatic Kitty, Audrey Kawasaki, Ben the Illustrator, Brad Coleman, Bua, Casey C-P, Catlin Moore, China Soul, Chris Ryniak, Christopher Mulrooney, Dan Santat, Daniel Conway, David File, David Herbert Rogoff, Davy Rothbart, Denny Renshaw, Grace Hsiang, Greg “Craola” Simkins, Helen Brown, Hippy Tree, James Searle, Jeff Soto, Jennifer Pappas, Joe Biel, Jon M. Gibson, Josh Sweeney, Josh Thomas, Kathryn Davis, Ken Ruzic, Kerem Beyit, Leslie Reppeteaux, Luke Chueh, Maggie Flores, Mario Martin, Mark Bodnar, Mark Mikin, Matthew Mulder, Matthew Price, Megan Quinn, Michelle Ryan, Mike Martin, Moira Hahn, Myna Sonou, Natalie Tsang, Paul Senior, Presley Martin, Sadie Weis, Scott Morse, Shaun Cvar, Smurf Broadnax, Stella Cho, Stella Im Hultberg, Stephanie Luu, Sufjan Stevens, Tammy Kuo, Teresa Mai, Thecobrasnake, Thomas Han, Tiffany M. Ellis, Tim Conte, Tony Juliano, Tyler Parker.
Regine went to Manila for the first time to work as a kasambahay when she was 17 years old. She left her family in Samar so that she could help with the family expenses. Her mother is asthmatic. Working in Manila will go a long way to aid medical expenses. Her main task at her employer’s home was to do general housework. She worked with another kasambahay and friend who came with her from Samar. Although Regine’s main task was housework, she helped her friend at times when it came to taking care of the kids. After a year of service as kasambahay, she went back to Samar to continue her high school education. © ILO/J. Aliling 2015
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Lawn Tennis Championship of Australia 1905 trophy
Slazenger Cup
Awarded to Jack Crawford in 1933. This was his third straight win in the championship.
In 1904 the UK Slazenger company donated the Slazenger Cup to become the major trophy for the inaugural Australian Open to be held in 1905.
Daniel and John Welby
London, 1905
Sterling silver and gilt
AlburyCity Collection
Jack Crawford
1908–1991
‘Gentleman Jack’ and ‘The Perfect Gentleman of the Courts’ is how his contemporaries described Jack Crawford. His classical style of play was relaxed, effortless and graceful, demonstrating control and accuracy from the back of the court. He always wore long cream flannels and a long-sleeved shirt on the court and played with a flat-top racquet. In a long match he liked to have a pot of tea, with milk and sugar, and extra hot water, available by the umpire’s chair. He was described as ‘the coolest player who ever stepped on a court’.
John Herbert Crawford was born in Albury in 1908. His home was at Urangeline, about 80 kilometres from Albury. Soon after the family moved to Sydney, Jack’s star began to rise on the Australian tennis scene. He was first selected for the Davis Cup in 1928 and went on to play in 1930 and 1932–37, and was a team member in 1939.
He married Marjorie Cox, and together they won three Australian mixed doubles titles. In 1933 he almost won something that didn’t yet exist, the Grand Slam. That year he won 16 tournaments, beginning with the Australian title. He next won the French championship, becoming the first foreigner to win after it was opened up to international players in 1925.
The Wimbledon final between Crawford and Ellsworth Vines has gone down in history as one of the best ever seen, with Jack winning after almost four hours. He jumped the net to shake hands with his opponent, something he had never done before and never tried again. In the stands the crowd went wild and Marjorie fainted. Officials were afraid the court would be invaded.
There were many stories told about Jack and Marjorie, including the one about his well-worn cream flannels. Those trousers had carried him to 12 consecutive victories, but on the morning of the Wimbledon final, they were still in the hotel laundry. In typical style, Jack went to the laundry himself to explain his problem and they were ready soon after. As winner at Wimbledon in 1933 he received a gold medal, life membership of the All England Club and a £10 money order, with which he bought Marjorie six fruit plates. ‘I cannot tell you how much I appreciated the cable of congratulations which I received from the Shire of Lockhart and residents… I have to play in America, and then home again,’ he wrote home.
By the time he arrived in New York for the US Championships, Jack had been away from home for almost five months and had won 13 straight tournaments. He was fatigued and would have preferred to skip America, but had no choice other than to play. The final was against Fred Perry. As an asthmatic, Jack suffered in the muggy heat. During a break in the game, Perry showered and changed his clothes; Jack stayed courtside, sitting in his sweat soaked clothes. Unbeknown to Jack, a friend had spiked his usual cup of tea with bourbon as a pick-me-up. It didn’t help. Before the intermission Jack Crawford had led, but a refreshed Perry came back to seal the title. Always a gracious sportsman in victory or defeat, Jack never made excuses for his losses. He continued to play tennis, and to win. His success in the 1935 Australian Championships was his tenth straight major final, a record matched only by Roger Federer.
Jack retired from tennis in 1951. In 1979, he was inducted into the International Tennis Hall of Fame, but it was not until 1997 that he was inducted into the Australian Tennis Hall of Fame. During his career, he won 17 singles, doubles and mixed titles from 32 Grand Slam finals and was a proud Davis Cup representative for ten years.
Jack Crawford died in September 1991, aged 83.
11/03/01 Murder the Word 4 (the Saturn building), featuring 75+ artists, musicians, performers, video/film makers, including: Asthmatic, Astronaut Lost, Michael Basinski/Bufffluxus, Michael Baumann, Christopher Borkowski, Casiophonic Marching Band, Christopher Coleman & George Cicci, Emily Faith v. Titans of Industry, Etherdrag, Betsy Frazer, Freight Elevator Quartet, Gaveston, Global Village Idiots, Gayle Gorman, Bernd Gottinger, David Gracon, Greg-Greg, Mark Hogan & Lauren Scime, Joe+N, Knowmatic Tribe Soundsystem, Knox Harrington, Colin Hargraves, Jonathan Hughes & David Mussen, Deborah Jack, Tracy McGuirl, Kristi Meal, Aaron Miller, Julian Montague, Jan Nagel, Tribe F, Chad Olivieri, Joy Patterson-Wurthmann, Pengo, Protozoan Improvisers Collective, Craig Reynolds, RivadeneirawWhitmanSack, Robotetanus, Rachel Seigel & Susan Heggestad, Sound Asleep, Jeffery Starr, Koji Tambata, Ryan Tebo/Lake Affect, Kurt Treeby, Treelinedhighway, Scott Valkevich, Michael Zebrowski & more, in conjunction with Basta! magazine. Design: Betsy Frazer.
King Kurt 10/10
Swooping to gratefully receive a flagon of Scrumpy from Steve from The Surfin’ Turnips (proper job!) along the way and here they are.
They’re still mad as hell, but, thankfully, less messy! (no ‘Wheel of Misfortune’, thankfully).
It’s ‘Lonesome Train’ and Smeg’s got his shirt off, because, crikey! - He must be only guy here who used to be in a famous band that’s reformed that hasn’t got a paunch!
He’s still gurning and grimacing tho’ and he also never stops dancing – he must either be as fit as fiddle or just too stupid to stop. In fairness, this is man that’s turned ‘stream-of-conciousness’ nonsense into an art-form! (he gets lazy about touching himself, we’re informed at one point. He’d rather someone was else was doing it, but he can’t be arsed, so…)
Oooh – look out, a couple of big, lively lads with daft hair cuts are doing their level best to level the ramp up to the stage (no, don’t worry about it, lads – the bands’ll just have to go each other’s shoulders to lift the guitars and amps up there…)
They do remind me that I miss The Grit not being here – another Rebellion staple, they’re a great, Geordie Rockin’ Roll band, who, sadly, split-up just a couple of weeks ago. I miss ya, lads.
Jeez, King Kurt get the Rockin’ girls at their gigs – they’ve gotta be three of the most incredible Rockin’ girls I’ve ever seen!
Jaysus – that’s just gotta be jelly, ‘cos jam don’t shake like that! (hands up: I nicked that fron The Alabama 3’s Reverand D. Wayne Love…).
Oh – watch out now they’re at the ‘Zulu Beat’ – all ‘Brouhaha, Brouhaha’ chants and pelvic thrusts…play ‘Destination Zululand’, ya loonies, I love that!
It’s got a line that squeezes in Kawasaki 750’s – you can’t not love a song like that…
Smeg is o’fficially looney tunes – he invents ‘The Tadpole dance’ there-and-then onstage, he’s till limber, mind – that boy’s a crazy, dancin’ fool! I forget the order of the songs ‘Gather your limbs’/’When the Saints go marching in’,
Then they’re into a magnificent version of ‘Ghost Riders in the Sky’, and they’ve got me – they always get you in the end, and I’m singing along and laughin’ like a loon – dancin’ and grinnin’ – they’re like a bunch of out-grown cheeky children: you can’t help you can’t help indulging them and getting dragged into their little world of Rockin’ nonsense and before ye know it, you’re HAVING FUN!!!
Ooh – it’s moshy, very, very moshy
‘Slick Black Cadillac’ next – mighty stuff! More random nonsense rant about the, erm, drawbacks of raging speed horn, and do girls get the same problem?
Then, out of nowhere, up pops ‘Is it daytime yet?’ Like a cheeky child, he probably has the attention span of…what was I talking about? See – it’s infectious, the bastards! They play all the faves (apart from ‘Destination Zululand’ while I’m there anyway), the wreckin’ crew have their shirts off, we get treated to Smeg’s retard Redneck voice and a whole scatological verbal scutter that ends with a prolonged punch-line about asthmatics…
Finally, they end on the extended, hypnotic, mesmerising, ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ and the bass player has to say it: ‘Thank you Farmer’s wife’ - and, like cheeky children, you can forgive ‘em anything.
Afterwards, I dutily go up to Smeg, salute him and walk off – he’s won, now I’m a nutter too (and I can’t stop humming ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ – much to some people’s bemusement…until I fall asleep!). What a perfect way to a brilliant Rebellion – having fun!
Mythological spam-hop odd-essy makes a debut. Read more here: asthmatickitty.com/music.php?releaseID=78. Guaranteed to blow your mind.
King Kurt 10/10
Swooping to gratefully receive a flagon of Scrumpy from Steve from The Surfin’ Turnips (proper job!) along the way and here they are.
They’re still mad as hell, but, thankfully, less messy! (no ‘Wheel of Misfortune’, thankfully).
It’s ‘Lonesome Train’ and Smeg’s got his shirt off, because, crikey! - He must be only guy here who used to be in a famous band that’s reformed that hasn’t got a paunch!
He’s still gurning and grimacing tho’ and he also never stops dancing – he must either be as fit as fiddle or just too stupid to stop. In fairness, this is man that’s turned ‘stream-of-conciousness’ nonsense into an art-form! (he gets lazy about touching himself, we’re informed at one point. He’d rather someone was else was doing it, but he can’t be arsed, so…)
Oooh – look out, a couple of big, lively lads with daft hair cuts are doing their level best to level the ramp up to the stage (no, don’t worry about it, lads – the bands’ll just have to go each other’s shoulders to lift the guitars and amps up there…)
They do remind me that I miss The Grit not being here – another Rebellion staple, they’re a great, Geordie Rockin’ Roll band, who, sadly, split-up just a couple of weeks ago. I miss ya, lads.
Jeez, King Kurt get the Rockin’ girls at their gigs – they’ve gotta be three of the most incredible Rockin’ girls I’ve ever seen!
Jaysus – that’s just gotta be jelly, ‘cos jam don’t shake like that! (hands up: I nicked that fron The Alabama 3’s Reverand D. Wayne Love…).
Oh – watch out now they’re at the ‘Zulu Beat’ – all ‘Brouhaha, Brouhaha’ chants and pelvic thrusts…play ‘Destination Zululand’, ya loonies, I love that!
It’s got a line that squeezes in Kawasaki 750’s – you can’t not love a song like that…
Smeg is o’fficially looney tunes – he invents ‘The Tadpole dance’ there-and-then onstage, he’s till limber, mind – that boy’s a crazy, dancin’ fool! I forget the order of the songs ‘Gather your limbs’/’When the Saints go marching in’,
Then they’re into a magnificent version of ‘Ghost Riders in the Sky’, and they’ve got me – they always get you in the end, and I’m singing along and laughin’ like a loon – dancin’ and grinnin’ – they’re like a bunch of out-grown cheeky children: you can’t help you can’t help indulging them and getting dragged into their little world of Rockin’ nonsense and before ye know it, you’re HAVING FUN!!!
Ooh – it’s moshy, very, very moshy
‘Slick Black Cadillac’ next – mighty stuff! More random nonsense rant about the, erm, drawbacks of raging speed horn, and do girls get the same problem?
Then, out of nowhere, up pops ‘Is it daytime yet?’ Like a cheeky child, he probably has the attention span of…what was I talking about? See – it’s infectious, the bastards! They play all the faves (apart from ‘Destination Zululand’ while I’m there anyway), the wreckin’ crew have their shirts off, we get treated to Smeg’s retard Redneck voice and a whole scatological verbal scutter that ends with a prolonged punch-line about asthmatics…
Finally, they end on the extended, hypnotic, mesmerising, ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ and the bass player has to say it: ‘Thank you Farmer’s wife’ - and, like cheeky children, you can forgive ‘em anything.
Afterwards, I dutily go up to Smeg, salute him and walk off – he’s won, now I’m a nutter too (and I can’t stop humming ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ – much to some people’s bemusement…until I fall asleep!). What a perfect way to a brilliant Rebellion – having fun!
The Future Rapper materializes at Asthmatic Kitty's Unusual Animals show. (Harrison Center for the Arts, Indianapolis)
I reached Mumbai on 17 Feb from Maha Kumbh Allahabad and have been down with cold flu and cough as I had got wet in the rains .. I went to Dr RD Parmar my family physician ,, took medication , but while under medication I climbed the mountains of Malangad to shoot the Haji Malang Urus on 24 Feb..
This is my new set and it was a painful climb,it took me a lot of time almost 5 hours , on the way some good soul gave me a stick a very sturdy one that helped me a lot..
At about 6 pm I met a Loksatta photo journalist Ram Singh who was going to shoot the march of the Shiv Sainiks led by Mr Eknath Shinde to Malangad with a arti at the Durga temple , he invited me , so I ended up shooting the entire Arti at the Temple and met Mr Eknath Shinde Sab who I had shot earlier too..I met the local Shiv Sainik leaders and corporators shot their pictures than continued up to Haji Malang.
I reached the Asthana of Abdul Bawa a holistic healer and a well known personality at Haji Malang and Kalyan.. along with Sakib my friend from Mahim and Marc De Clercq my Dam Madar Malang brother.
I met my hosts Kumar Bhai and Abhijeet Ketkar I shot the Palki , but for the first time there was no accommodation on the mountains over a lac of people were participating in this Urus .
At about 4 am I managed to get sleep at Sakibs florist shop, but I got a severe asthmatic attack .in the morning I decided to climb down the mountains aborting the Dhamal and the Sandal of Sultan Shah Baba , this I knew would hurt Rohan Patil and his dad Mr Patil Khadims of Sultan Shah Baba but I did not want to burden anyone with my health problems .
I guess I am an old man 60 .. and the Maha Kumbh trip got the better of me .. I was not interested in shooting the Hijras , I did shoot a few but that was it some old faces were missing.
For Marc it would be a nice change as he was shooting it first time.
I bought a beggars bowl A fakirs bowl and a lot of junk jewlery from a guy who had his stall down the Malangad mountains .
The Albino beggars were missing.. and some old beggar faces .
I have been cooped up at home since I came down from Haji Malang.
King Kurt 10/10
Swooping to gratefully receive a flagon of Scrumpy from Steve from The Surfin’ Turnips (proper job!) along the way and here they are.
They’re still mad as hell, but, thankfully, less messy! (no ‘Wheel of Misfortune’, thankfully).
It’s ‘Lonesome Train’ and Smeg’s got his shirt off, because, crikey! - He must be only guy here who used to be in a famous band that’s reformed that hasn’t got a paunch!
He’s still gurning and grimacing tho’ and he also never stops dancing – he must either be as fit as fiddle or just too stupid to stop. In fairness, this is man that’s turned ‘stream-of-conciousness’ nonsense into an art-form! (he gets lazy about touching himself, we’re informed at one point. He’d rather someone was else was doing it, but he can’t be arsed, so…)
Oooh – look out, a couple of big, lively lads with daft hair cuts are doing their level best to level the ramp up to the stage (no, don’t worry about it, lads – the bands’ll just have to go each other’s shoulders to lift the guitars and amps up there…)
They do remind me that I miss The Grit not being here – another Rebellion staple, they’re a great, Geordie Rockin’ Roll band, who, sadly, split-up just a couple of weeks ago. I miss ya, lads.
Jeez, King Kurt get the Rockin’ girls at their gigs – they’ve gotta be three of the most incredible Rockin’ girls I’ve ever seen!
Jaysus – that’s just gotta be jelly, ‘cos jam don’t shake like that! (hands up: I nicked that fron The Alabama 3’s Reverand D. Wayne Love…).
Oh – watch out now they’re at the ‘Zulu Beat’ – all ‘Brouhaha, Brouhaha’ chants and pelvic thrusts…play ‘Destination Zululand’, ya loonies, I love that!
It’s got a line that squeezes in Kawasaki 750’s – you can’t not love a song like that…
Smeg is o’fficially looney tunes – he invents ‘The Tadpole dance’ there-and-then onstage, he’s till limber, mind – that boy’s a crazy, dancin’ fool! I forget the order of the songs ‘Gather your limbs’/’When the Saints go marching in’,
Then they’re into a magnificent version of ‘Ghost Riders in the Sky’, and they’ve got me – they always get you in the end, and I’m singing along and laughin’ like a loon – dancin’ and grinnin’ – they’re like a bunch of out-grown cheeky children: you can’t help you can’t help indulging them and getting dragged into their little world of Rockin’ nonsense and before ye know it, you’re HAVING FUN!!!
Ooh – it’s moshy, very, very moshy
‘Slick Black Cadillac’ next – mighty stuff! More random nonsense rant about the, erm, drawbacks of raging speed horn, and do girls get the same problem?
Then, out of nowhere, up pops ‘Is it daytime yet?’ Like a cheeky child, he probably has the attention span of…what was I talking about? See – it’s infectious, the bastards! They play all the faves (apart from ‘Destination Zululand’ while I’m there anyway), the wreckin’ crew have their shirts off, we get treated to Smeg’s retard Redneck voice and a whole scatological verbal scutter that ends with a prolonged punch-line about asthmatics…
Finally, they end on the extended, hypnotic, mesmerising, ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ and the bass player has to say it: ‘Thank you Farmer’s wife’ - and, like cheeky children, you can forgive ‘em anything.
Afterwards, I dutily go up to Smeg, salute him and walk off – he’s won, now I’m a nutter too (and I can’t stop humming ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ – much to some people’s bemusement…until I fall asleep!). What a perfect way to a brilliant Rebellion – having fun!
This "Villa" was probably built in the beginning of the 20th century by an american milliardaire (a lady) in love with Turquie.
Then, it was bought by the Docteur Vidouze.
I knew somme little things about Docteur Vidouze. He was a "real" french doctor, officially graduate and able to practice medecine but, he had studied "chinese medecine" (acupuncture) in China where he had spent some years (I think - some months seem to me too short to become the talentuous doctor he became). He had be saved by chinese doctors (acupuncture) when he was about to die in China (septicemia I think) and decided to know all about this strange medecine.
Remember that, untill the end of the WW2, antibiotics, sulfamids and many other medecines did not exist.
My mother was 20 in 1940. She was a very young mother and she was dying of asthma (the same desease than Marcel Proust who died of athma in 1922). She became asthmatic in 1939. As she was more and more ill, she was abandonned by traditionnal doctors who could not do anything for her. My father (22 years old) learnt about a strange doctor who was practising "chinese medecine" and who was doing miracles with patients who had no hope to recover with the traditionnal medecine.
Doctor Vidouze came in my grand-father's house (the one with the 9 decorations from the WW1) where my mother, my father and the little baby were living.
When he saw my mother, thin and pale, looking like a ghost, with large black under eyes, sad, sick, hardly breathing, exhausted...........
he looked at her right in the eyes and said "you want to die" (he said "tu" instead of "vous" as if she was a child but he always was saying "tu" to all his patients).
so
Dr Vidouze : "YOU want to die" ("TOI, tu veux mourir")
Mother : - YES, Doctor ("oui Docteur")
Dr Vidouze : "You are going to get up and to wash yourself" (tu vas te LEVER et tu vas te LAVER")
Then he had a look on the "medecines" that was on a table and said :
"that's what you are taking ?" ("c'est ce que tu prends") - Yes Doctor (she said) ("oui Docteur")
he said : "this is POISON" and he sent all by the window (in the little garden)
"You are like a chimney that has not been swept for years. You are going to do exactly what I'm telling you........."
He learnt to her how to eat, how to cook, how to wash, how to take care of her hygiene, he had many discussions with her, he gave her homeopatic medecine and - of course - he practiced acupuncture. He showed her the main points in her body to feel better, he learnt her how to prepare boiled water, put paper pen inside and then put the point of the pen on the very point....... He has been like a Pygmalion for her. He also said (remember we were in 1940) "you have to look for the reason why you have asthma. There something in your youth, a shock, a great pain, that is one of the main cause of your pain." (later, she found the reasons why)
He came every week for months, perhaps for years,..... this, I don't know. He did not ask for money, he was not yet the great, famous, rich doctor who was renting a floor of the Bradford Hotel (near La Madeleine) in Paris every month and he was not yet married with his assistant who surely was a business woman and who was taking the patients' money in Paris with her hands full of diamonds rings. Two years ago, I took care of a 86 years old lady who told me she was cured and saved by Doctor Vidouze in Paris............ I had a look on Google and found that Doctor Jacques Liron (born 1935) had written a book on his life. He is mentionning Doctor Vidouze. He was his assistant during some months at the beginning of his working life. He wanted to learn the Chinese medecine and he tells about his experience with Doctor Vidouze in this beautiful house.
I wish I have known Doctor Vidouze. I never met him. I've heard of him all my life by my mother who is still alive and also by this lady I met two years ago.
This house "Prinkipo" is now a sort of hotel with a golf.
PS : my mother died at the end of 2014 - she was 94 years old.
Sufjan Stevens @ Joseph Meyerhoff Symphony Hall, Baltimore, MD, on Sunday, November 1, 2015.
Carrie & Lowell Fall Tour 2015 Setlist:
Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)
Death With Dignity
Should Have Known Better
Drawn to the Blood
Stone
The Only Thing
Vesuvius
The Owl and the Tanager
Futile Devices
Fourth of July
All of Me Wants All of You
No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
Carrie & Lowell
Blue Bucket of Gold
Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois
Encore:
Abraham
The Dress Looks Nice on You
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
Chicago (Acoustic Version)
Hotline Bling (Drake cover)
Sufjan Stevens @ Joseph Meyerhoff Symphony Hall, Baltimore, MD, on Sunday, November 1, 2015.
Carrie & Lowell Fall Tour 2015 Setlist:
Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)
Death With Dignity
Should Have Known Better
Drawn to the Blood
Stone
The Only Thing
Vesuvius
The Owl and the Tanager
Futile Devices
Fourth of July
All of Me Wants All of You
No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
Carrie & Lowell
Blue Bucket of Gold
Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois
Encore:
Abraham
The Dress Looks Nice on You
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
Chicago (Acoustic Version)
Hotline Bling (Drake cover)
King Kurt 10/10
Swooping to gratefully receive a flagon of Scrumpy from Steve from The Surfin’ Turnips (proper job!) along the way and here they are.
They’re still mad as hell, but, thankfully, less messy! (no ‘Wheel of Misfortune’, thankfully).
It’s ‘Lonesome Train’ and Smeg’s got his shirt off, because, crikey! - He must be only guy here who used to be in a famous band that’s reformed that hasn’t got a paunch!
He’s still gurning and grimacing tho’ and he also never stops dancing – he must either be as fit as fiddle or just too stupid to stop. In fairness, this is man that’s turned ‘stream-of-conciousness’ nonsense into an art-form! (he gets lazy about touching himself, we’re informed at one point. He’d rather someone was else was doing it, but he can’t be arsed, so…)
Oooh – look out, a couple of big, lively lads with daft hair cuts are doing their level best to level the ramp up to the stage (no, don’t worry about it, lads – the bands’ll just have to go each other’s shoulders to lift the guitars and amps up there…)
They do remind me that I miss The Grit not being here – another Rebellion staple, they’re a great, Geordie Rockin’ Roll band, who, sadly, split-up just a couple of weeks ago. I miss ya, lads.
Jeez, King Kurt get the Rockin’ girls at their gigs – they’ve gotta be three of the most incredible Rockin’ girls I’ve ever seen!
Jaysus – that’s just gotta be jelly, ‘cos jam don’t shake like that! (hands up: I nicked that fron The Alabama 3’s Reverand D. Wayne Love…).
Oh – watch out now they’re at the ‘Zulu Beat’ – all ‘Brouhaha, Brouhaha’ chants and pelvic thrusts…play ‘Destination Zululand’, ya loonies, I love that!
It’s got a line that squeezes in Kawasaki 750’s – you can’t not love a song like that…
Smeg is o’fficially looney tunes – he invents ‘The Tadpole dance’ there-and-then onstage, he’s till limber, mind – that boy’s a crazy, dancin’ fool! I forget the order of the songs ‘Gather your limbs’/’When the Saints go marching in’,
Then they’re into a magnificent version of ‘Ghost Riders in the Sky’, and they’ve got me – they always get you in the end, and I’m singing along and laughin’ like a loon – dancin’ and grinnin’ – they’re like a bunch of out-grown cheeky children: you can’t help you can’t help indulging them and getting dragged into their little world of Rockin’ nonsense and before ye know it, you’re HAVING FUN!!!
Ooh – it’s moshy, very, very moshy
‘Slick Black Cadillac’ next – mighty stuff! More random nonsense rant about the, erm, drawbacks of raging speed horn, and do girls get the same problem?
Then, out of nowhere, up pops ‘Is it daytime yet?’ Like a cheeky child, he probably has the attention span of…what was I talking about? See – it’s infectious, the bastards! They play all the faves (apart from ‘Destination Zululand’ while I’m there anyway), the wreckin’ crew have their shirts off, we get treated to Smeg’s retard Redneck voice and a whole scatological verbal scutter that ends with a prolonged punch-line about asthmatics…
Finally, they end on the extended, hypnotic, mesmerising, ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ and the bass player has to say it: ‘Thank you Farmer’s wife’ - and, like cheeky children, you can forgive ‘em anything.
Afterwards, I dutily go up to Smeg, salute him and walk off – he’s won, now I’m a nutter too (and I can’t stop humming ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ – much to some people’s bemusement…until I fall asleep!). What a perfect way to a brilliant Rebellion – having fun!
Este proyecto parte como solución a la cuarentena que estamos sufriendo, al tener Asma me veo totalmente forzado a trabajar dentro de casa. Siendo hiperactivo es una especie de condena. Siempre me gustó la idea de mezclar la fotografía con las diferentes artes. Lo que buscaba era lograr algo tridimensional en una bi-dimension y sugerir esa mirada microscópica o totalmente contraría, un escape al encierro, una cura a la cuarentena, al virus y a mí. Un escape abstracto al encierro mental…
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This proyect born as an answer to the quarantine, as an Asthmatic I'm really worried and forced to be inside home. I'm hiperactive too so been in this situation is a kind of confinement.
I always liked the idea of mix photography with diferents kind of visual arts. What I wanted was to get something tridimesional in a 2d image and sugest something microscopic or totally opossed like an abstract scape to the mental closure.
If you want to see more:
and call me in the morning!
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“For a [given patient] population we integrate all the data provided by our clients and create a longitudinal record for each patient. We pass that data – and monthly or quarterly updates of it -- through a thousand algorithms in order to characterize each patient, and identify actionable opportunities to improve quality and reduce cost. By analyzing each person’s insurance benefits, in addition to their demographics, diagnoses, tests and treatments, we can determine exactly how much money could be saved by payers and patients if specific changes in care were made.” And, notes Steinberg, RHI recommends actions…to physicians, care managers, plan administrators and yes, patients. Steinberg believes that telling patients what’s in it for them is critical to achieving behavior change. “Direct- o- member is the most exciting product we have because it has the greatest potential to change the behavior of patients and physicians,” says Steinberg.
Periodic statements
“We’re focused totally on actionability. We send each patient a monthly or quarterly statement [on paper or electronically or both, as the patient prefers], but we limit it to one page.” That requires RHI (on behalf of the patient) to prioritize - as opposed to, say, RealAge, which serves up advice of varying relevance once a day. Perhaps some combination of the two would be helpful. The page includes several sections: one on how to improve health or care, (e.g., Because you are a persistent asthmatic, you likely would benefit from using a controller medication; or it’s been more than a year since you received a mammogram, or you would benefit from enrolling in a free cardiac rehab program offered by your health plan), a second on how and how much you could reduce your out-of-pocket costs (e.g. If you switched from Brand Drug X to the generic form of that drug, you could save $480 per year out of pocket), and a third section that summarizes all the services the member received from different providers since his last report. This summary helps improve coordination of care provided to patients by multiple physicians because it enables Doctor Juan to see what drugs and tests Doctor Alice has prescribed or ordered for the patient.
RHI has begun testing an optional new feature for its direct-to-member (DTM) program – the “SmartSwitch” coupon program. In this program, RHI sends selected patients coupons that provide a financial incentive to change behavior. For example, patients who are taking certain drugs for heartburn such as Nexium, Prevacid or Protonix could save a lot of money by changing to over-the-counter Prilosec. A 30-day supply of Nexium retails for about $130, while Prilosec can be purchased for $20. Monthly co-pays for Nexium can be as high as $50. Says Steinberg, “We send patients a DTM report that says that there is no evidence that Nexium is safer or more effective than Prilosec. We enclose a coupon for free Prilosec and say, ‘If you try it and like it, we’ll keep sending you coupons for free Prilosec. Or, if you prefer, you can keep paying $40 per month out of pocket for Nexium.’ It’s the ultimate in ‘It’s up to you!’ “ The coupon has an ID that can be tracked back to the patient and is used to determine who redeemed the coupon and file a claim for the OTC product to be paid for by that person’s health plan or pharmacy benefits manager (PBM). The result: The patient gets “free” drugs from his plan, and the plan saves money. RHI is also working on coupons for preferred testing labs, radiology centers and the like.
Today is the First Day Of Ramzan and a few comments on Facebook on my posts and I decided to share with you , the Contribution of the Christian Church on my Being ,, My initial schooling was at a Methodist Church for 3 years and than 8 years of Roman Catholic influence ,, at Wodehouse Church next to my School Holy Name High School..
My only Muslim influence was an Arabic teacher who used to hammer me and my sister .. he was a lame guy , sadistic ..I have never forgotten him he was a Sunni migrant from Uttar Pradesh..uncouth and totally uncultured , but in the years we lived at Wodehouse Road it hardly mattered , we had to learn the Koran.
My mother was asthmatic and had her own troubles .. so now 62 years old I think every faith religiosity strengthened my own Faith ..and I respect another mans Faith as much as I respect my own Faith too.. All these Christian Blogs are part of my set.. Christian Ethos I shot mostly in Bandra ,,,
My two teachers while I was growing were Fr Leslie Ratus and Fr Stephen Nazerath .. both died too soon,, I would visit Fr Stephen Nazareth at RC Church and kept in touch with him till he died.
I also had a brief encounter with Jheovahs Witness when I lived with late Keith Kanga Atomic Forest at Wodehouse Road Khatau Bhuvan that later would be called Jony Castle , and his grandmother would forcibly try to make me change my faith and I was staying at his house due to domestic problems ,, so I read the Bible every morning , The Watch Tower and listened to Granna ,, as we called Keith's grandmother ,.. dreaming of rivers of Milk.. luckily on the day she was to baptize me in the sea off Badhwar Park it rained heavily the baptism was postponed , and luckily my Dad returned , he had sorted all his problems and bought me home at Strand Cinema Mohini Mansions and my mother and my sister returned to a reunion back to Mumbai.
And later in life as an adult I met the Jesuits and got to learn a lot from them .. I made some great Jesuit friends Fr Lawrie Ferrao and Fr Gerard and Fr Jaun...so all in all I did not have to put blinkers or keep adding GIF image to reaffirm my faith at Facebook.. For me it does not matter which religion you follow I follow my own.. but I respect every Religion.
I have not come to Facebook to make my timeline into a religious site what I post is in the nature of photojournalism and sharing of diverse cultures ,,,
So we can be Muslims and yet our thinking our upbringing can make a lot of difference in how we feel and how we react.. and when Moharam comes I will re affirm my faith through Blood ,,
Massages are populared for the terrific impacts they have on one's body as well as mind. Nonetheless, not that many individuals recognize just how helpful a massage can be for one's own life. Continue reading here to achieve a far better grasp of the means in which correct massage can aid individuals feel far better both physically as well as emotionally.
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I don't know how this asthmatic kid had so much energy running to the car (the white Civic) in the plume of vog from Halemaumau.
Pentax ME Super, 50/2, Superia 400 in Tetenal C41
Sufjan Stevens @ Joseph Meyerhoff Symphony Hall, Baltimore, MD, on Sunday, November 1, 2015.
Carrie & Lowell Fall Tour 2015 Setlist:
Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)
Death With Dignity
Should Have Known Better
Drawn to the Blood
Stone
The Only Thing
Vesuvius
The Owl and the Tanager
Futile Devices
Fourth of July
All of Me Wants All of You
No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
Carrie & Lowell
Blue Bucket of Gold
Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois
Encore:
Abraham
The Dress Looks Nice on You
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
Chicago (Acoustic Version)
Hotline Bling (Drake cover)
locked out
pushed to
the brink
the common
man has lost
it he cant think
he was forever
condemned
the day his finger
got inked ..all
the parties woo
him..so he thinks
politics in india
is a wrestling match
netajis wearing masks
of undertaker hulk hogan
khali king kong dara singh
fight to finish this political
riing..the match fixers even
those who are puppets on
a string..the poor common man
asthmatic coughing a muffler
round his neck honest to
the opponents scams he
wont be linked .. his health
pinkest of pink.. he does
not gamble he does not
drink,, once in a while at
the pretty candidate he loves
to wink.. accidental kink
every political armor has
a chink..confused he loves
to blink.. said the lady from
florida locked out of life
without strife without
children ,, on the road
free of gabage swach
bharat with his broom
in the oppositions hand
as he sinks ,,politics
sucks it always stinks
kaun banega chief minster
a post that is jinxed ,,,,
a really neat compilation full of bells, whistles, lovely strings, friendly guitars, velvety voices, wandering drums, strange spacey electronic blips, bearded singing, sneaky banjo, and much mush more!
you can buy this too!
www.asthmatickitty.com/music.php?releaseID=38
i really like it, and i am really humbled to have thrown the only kind of cents i carry into it....
yeah!
King Kurt 10/10
Swooping to gratefully receive a flagon of Scrumpy from Steve from The Surfin’ Turnips (proper job!) along the way and here they are.
They’re still mad as hell, but, thankfully, less messy! (no ‘Wheel of Misfortune’, thankfully).
It’s ‘Lonesome Train’ and Smeg’s got his shirt off, because, crikey! - He must be only guy here who used to be in a famous band that’s reformed that hasn’t got a paunch!
He’s still gurning and grimacing tho’ and he also never stops dancing – he must either be as fit as fiddle or just too stupid to stop. In fairness, this is man that’s turned ‘stream-of-conciousness’ nonsense into an art-form! (he gets lazy about touching himself, we’re informed at one point. He’d rather someone was else was doing it, but he can’t be arsed, so…)
Oooh – look out, a couple of big, lively lads with daft hair cuts are doing their level best to level the ramp up to the stage (no, don’t worry about it, lads – the bands’ll just have to go each other’s shoulders to lift the guitars and amps up there…)
They do remind me that I miss The Grit not being here – another Rebellion staple, they’re a great, Geordie Rockin’ Roll band, who, sadly, split-up just a couple of weeks ago. I miss ya, lads.
Jeez, King Kurt get the Rockin’ girls at their gigs – they’ve gotta be three of the most incredible Rockin’ girls I’ve ever seen!
Jaysus – that’s just gotta be jelly, ‘cos jam don’t shake like that! (hands up: I nicked that fron The Alabama 3’s Reverand D. Wayne Love…).
Oh – watch out now they’re at the ‘Zulu Beat’ – all ‘Brouhaha, Brouhaha’ chants and pelvic thrusts…play ‘Destination Zululand’, ya loonies, I love that!
It’s got a line that squeezes in Kawasaki 750’s – you can’t not love a song like that…
Smeg is o’fficially looney tunes – he invents ‘The Tadpole dance’ there-and-then onstage, he’s till limber, mind – that boy’s a crazy, dancin’ fool! I forget the order of the songs ‘Gather your limbs’/’When the Saints go marching in’,
Then they’re into a magnificent version of ‘Ghost Riders in the Sky’, and they’ve got me – they always get you in the end, and I’m singing along and laughin’ like a loon – dancin’ and grinnin’ – they’re like a bunch of out-grown cheeky children: you can’t help you can’t help indulging them and getting dragged into their little world of Rockin’ nonsense and before ye know it, you’re HAVING FUN!!!
Ooh – it’s moshy, very, very moshy
‘Slick Black Cadillac’ next – mighty stuff! More random nonsense rant about the, erm, drawbacks of raging speed horn, and do girls get the same problem?
Then, out of nowhere, up pops ‘Is it daytime yet?’ Like a cheeky child, he probably has the attention span of…what was I talking about? See – it’s infectious, the bastards! They play all the faves (apart from ‘Destination Zululand’ while I’m there anyway), the wreckin’ crew have their shirts off, we get treated to Smeg’s retard Redneck voice and a whole scatological verbal scutter that ends with a prolonged punch-line about asthmatics…
Finally, they end on the extended, hypnotic, mesmerising, ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ and the bass player has to say it: ‘Thank you Farmer’s wife’ - and, like cheeky children, you can forgive ‘em anything.
Afterwards, I dutily go up to Smeg, salute him and walk off – he’s won, now I’m a nutter too (and I can’t stop humming ‘Wreck-a-Party Rock’ – much to some people’s bemusement…until I fall asleep!). What a perfect way to a brilliant Rebellion – having fun!
Sufjan Stevens @ Joseph Meyerhoff Symphony Hall, Baltimore, MD, on Sunday, November 1, 2015.
Carrie & Lowell Fall Tour 2015 Setlist:
Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)
Death With Dignity
Should Have Known Better
Drawn to the Blood
Stone
The Only Thing
Vesuvius
The Owl and the Tanager
Futile Devices
Fourth of July
All of Me Wants All of You
No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
Carrie & Lowell
Blue Bucket of Gold
Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois
Encore:
Abraham
The Dress Looks Nice on You
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
Chicago (Acoustic Version)
Hotline Bling (Drake cover)