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Phil Harris, Bruce Reitherman - The Bare Necessities (From "The Jungle Book"/Sing-Along)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6BH-Rxd-NBo
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature's recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam
You I couldn't be fonder of my big home
And don't spend your time lookin' around
For something you want that can't be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin' about it
the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature's recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life
What could make Bruno happier than having tea with bearish friends like Alex - and sharing chocolate with him?
One mortal, the other immortal. This is the story of Castor and Pollux, twins, but having different fathers. They did everything together, even when death got hold of Castor. Pollux pleaded with Zeus and made sure that Castor too became immortal. He shared what he had got with his brother. Such scenes from Greek mythology (biblical narratives as well) had frequently been visualised in Julia Margaret Cameron's photography of the 1860s. Looking at these old photos today, they appear to be quite amateurish (teddy bearish, if you want). On the other hand, Cameron was a photographic pioneer and preparing the stage for us today. Courageously too. Fuji X-E3, Helios 44M-7 wide-open.
Wall Street is bullish when it is not bearish on America. ;-) Money can be made during a bearish slide too. I think what is implied with this artwork is that Wall Street’s capital helps build America.
This is The Bull statue, approaching Wall Street. (I did not see a statue of a bear.)
The sun shone through the dense forest, dappling the ground with patches of light. The air was filled with the sound of birds singing and the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Suddenly, a large brown bear emerged from the trees, walking slowly and gracefully. Its fur glinted in the sunlight, and its powerful muscles rippled as it moved. As it walked, it paused to sniff the air and examine its surroundings.
BRUNO: "It is a small world! Gigi, does Ellie mean you when she talks about a pink elephant?"
GIGI: "I am not quite sure, but it could be..."
BRUNO: "Only how many elephants with the name Gigi will there be? That will certainly mean you... "
BÉLA: "But nobody knows me! I prefer to remain inconspicuous..."
BRUNO: "But you are being introduced... - Dear friends, this little bear is Béla and he is still a very young bear, while Gigi has been living here for a while! But of the three of us, I am definitely the oldest..."
BÉLA: "Good day to you, dear friends of Bruno!"
BRUNO: "Sigh! Dear Béla, the ladies have the right of way... It means Ladies first."
BÉLA: "First come, first served."
GIGI: "Can I now? Dear distant cousin Ellie and dear bearish friends of Bruno, I wish you all the love in the world!"
I don't post that many self-portraits...
Sometimes I think I would love to start a 365 project... but I don't know how to use Photoshop anyway, so I don't think I would be that interesting... or maybe it would make me try to squeeze my brain and be more creative.... who knows. I might try one day...
Meanwhile, I just wanted to show up, say HI! to all of you, great people, the usual ones and the new ones that have recently joined the journey...
Thanks so much for being there, for giving me criticism and for your great words always. You inspire me. And most of the time, with your presence (and your great photos in your own streams), you put a smile like that on my face, when I sit here, alone, in front of this old MAC Anton and I have, that will die on us anytime...
Taken with the 3G iPhone (stating the obvious this time) while I was in Majorca (Spain), having a coffee with my mom at a wonderful terrace near this fantastic location...
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,,, that made me happy those days I was so tired with the hospital routine after my dad...
Meine lieben Freunde !
Nach dem ausgiebigen Spiel mit den Hunden im Garten gingen wir zurück auf die Terrasse und ich durfte meine Geburtstagskerze ausblasen und mir etwas dabei wünschen – was darf ich Euch freilich nicht verraten !
Da ich so viele Bären zu Besuch hatte, bekam ich diesmal auch eine spezielle Bärenkerze auf meinen Eismarillenknödel.
Candy, Brandy, Charlotte und Bruno wollten gerne eine Himbeer-Sachertorte, während Paddy und Charly neugierig auf die Salzburger Nockerl waren. Da waren ebenfalls Himbeeren aus dem Garten drinnen.
Bärbel und der kleine Scout nahmen gerne auch einen Eismarillenknödel. Malachi genehmigte sich nach dem Stück Sachertorte noch eine gute Tasse Tee !!
Freddy, der Fuchs und Tandoori überlegen noch, was sie gerne hätten.
Die Hunde bekamen ein paar Leckerlis und kuschelten sich zu unseren Beinen, die dadurch schön warm blieben.
Nach dem Essen wurde ich immer ungeduldiger und ich durfte endlich meine Geschenke auspacken !!
Bis zum nächsten Foto,
viele liebe Grüße,
Euer Luis
PS: Wundert Euch nicht über meine gute Rechtschreibung, Oma bessert immer noch meine Fehler aus !
My dear friends !
After playing with the dogs in the garden, we went back to the terrace and I was allowed to blow out my birthday candle and make a wish - of course I can't tell you what !
As I had so many bears visiting, I also got a special bear candle on my ice cream dumpling this time.
Candy, Brandy, Charlotte and Bruno wanted a Raspberry-Sacher-cake, while Paddy and Charly were curious about the Salzburg dumplings. There were also raspberries from the garden inside.
Bärbel and little Scout also liked to take an ice cream apricot dumpling. Malachi treated himself to a good cup of tea after the piece of Sacher-cake !
Freddy, the fox and Tandoori are still thinking about what they would like.
The dogs got a few treats and cuddled up to our legs, which thus stayed nice and warm.
After dinner, I got more and more impatient and was finally allowed to unwrap my presents !!
Until the next photo,
many kind regards,
Your Luis
PS: Don't be surprised about my good orthography, Granny is still correcting my mistakes !
Vielen Dank Jesse, Katharina, Jutta und Jeanne für Eure Fotos !!
Thank you Jesse, Katharina, Jutta und Jeanne for your photos !!
(Explore 23. 3. 2020 # 20)
... bärige Erkenntnis in Zeiten von Corona...
... bearish realisation in times of Corona ...
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SAVE the slow loris! Say no to wildlife trafficking.
Also known as Kong Kang or Kera Duku (Malay)
IUCN Red List (2020): Endangered
NOTE: Slow lorises have a toxic bite, a trait rare among mammals and unique to lorisid primates. The toxin is obtained by licking a gland on their arm (inner elbow), and the secretion is activated by mixing with saliva. Their toxic bite is a deterrent to predators, and the toxin is also applied to the fur during grooming as a form of protection for their infants. The secretion from the arm (elbow) contains a chemical related to cat allergen, but may be augmented by secondary toxins from the diet in wild individuals. www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOyC6rEpHJk
Slow lorises move slowly and deliberately, making little or no noise, and when threatened, they stop moving, remain motionless or move real fast (I have seen it many times).
Their only documented predators—apart from humans—include pythons, changeable hawk-eagles and orangutans, although cats, civets and sun bears are suspected. Little is known about their social structure, but they are known to communicate by scent marking. Males are highly territorial. Slow lorises reproduce slowly, and the infants are initially parked on branches or carried by either parent. They are omnivores, eating small animals, fruit, tree gum, and other vegetation.
Captivity: In reality, they grow bloated from a poor diet and their eyes fail from constant light exposure. But unlike the great apes, with their relatable facial expressions, a slow loris’s misery may be hard to spot. When tickled, they shoot their arms up as if enjoying the experience but in reality it is a sign of distress. Their cry is ultrasonic, which means it is at too high a frequency for humans to hear (Source: www.theguardian.com/environment/2020/oct/13/bridge-over-t...)
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Location: Malaysia
SAVE the slow loris! Say no to wildlife trafficking.
Also known as Kong Kang or Kera Duku (Malay)
IUCN Red List (2020): Endangered
NOTE: Slow lorises have a toxic bite, a trait rare among mammals and unique to lorisid primates. The toxin is obtained by licking a gland on their arm (inner elbow), and the secretion is activated by mixing with saliva. Their toxic bite is a deterrent to predators, and the toxin is also applied to the fur during grooming as a form of protection for their infants. The secretion from the arm (elbow) contains a chemical related to cat allergen, but may be augmented by secondary toxins from their diet in wild individuals. www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOyC6rEpHJk
Slow lorises move slowly and deliberately, making little or no noise, and when threatened, they stop moving, remain motionless or move real fast (I have seen it many times).
Their only documented predators—apart from humans—include pythons, changeable hawk-eagles and orangutans, although cats, civets and sun bears are suspected. Little is known about their social structure, but they are known to communicate by scent marking. Males are highly territorial. Slow lorises reproduce slowly, and the infants are initially parked on branches or carried by either parent. They are omnivores, eating small animals, fruit, tree gum, and other vegetation.
Captivity: In reality, they grow bloated from a poor diet and their eyes fail from constant light exposure. But unlike the great apes, with their relatable facial expressions, a slow loris’s misery may be hard to spot. When tickled, they shoot their arms up as if enjoying the experience but in reality it is a sign of distress. Their cry is ultrasonic, which means it is at too high a frequency for humans to hear (Source: www.theguardian.com/environment/2020/oct/13/bridge-over-t...)
The sound only increased as Arthur moved closer to the vault. A piercing ringing that stabbed into his mind.
Trying to remain focused he calmly placed two fingers on both of his temples. At least trying to massage his head in a vain attempt to soothe the pain.
He sighed in frustration, the pain only subsiding briefly. He continued pacing down the stairs that spiralled through the tower. The pale light emitting from the ornately decorated lamps that were affixed to the walls, guiding him deeper down.
At last he reached the large circular doorway that was the entrance to the vault. A heavy, solid metal door, copper in colour. Engraved with strange symbols and patterns.
Arthur hurriedly pulled out the key from his pocket, sliding it into the lock. He twisted it around, as he did he could feel the clicking and whirring of the locks reverberating through the door.
The heavy door groaned as it began to open, the triangular segments that formed the door retracting into the walls.
He stepped forward, approaching the smaller, secondary wall. For this one however, there was no key. Arthur merely raised his hand up towards the door.
'Open' he commanded.
The door clicked and opened inwards, allowing Arthur into the vault.
As the lights began to flicker on, the contents of the vault were revealed. It was a large circular room with a grated metal walkway circling around the entirety of the vault. Each of the walls featured a tall arched alcove that contained shelves filled with strange metallic objects, glowing stones and crystals, mechanical devices and other oddities. In some of the alcoves bizarre weapons hung on display, in others hung tapestries, scrolls, books, suits of armour, helmets and even taxidermied heads of strange and unusual creatures.
'Incredible that I've even been able to store all this' Arthur mused to himself, looking around the vault.
His eyes turned to an alcove on the far side of the vault, there were no shelves there. Only a large glass tank that glowed and pulsated with a sickly green liquid. Large tubes snaked from the top of the tank, pumping nutrients to what lurked within.
Though the tank itself was fogged with a faint mist, Arthur could see the silhouette of the entity within, a large, bearish sized bulk.
Though he could not see it's eyes, he knew it was watching him.
'Another time' he muttered.
He made his way towards the spiral staircase nearby. Which took him down to the lower level of the vault. Large wooden crates were stacked and piled here and there. Though the lighting illuminated the various other objects around the area. Stone carvings and statues, as well as an ancient obelisk from Egypt. A worn suit of the royal guard and a strange, metal machine that looked like an oversized pepper pot.
Arthur however turned his attention to the golden mask that sat on a nearby pedestal, as he did the noise in his head returned.
'This is a first' he said, walking over to the mask.
'You've never been one to cause a commotion, not since Orkney' He added.
'Something is wrong' The mask cried, glowing rapidly.
'What is it?' Arthur asked.
'Someone is reaching out!' The mask cried.
Worriedly, Arthur moved over to the pedestal.
'It's alright, just talk to me' Arthur said calmly.
'How? How is this possible?' the mask cried, panicking further.
'What is it? Tell me' Arthur replied.
'I have to show you!' the mask cried. As it did it leapt forward from the pedestal, rotating around and placing itself on Arthur's face.
A surge of energy burned through Arthur, he staggered back as he frantically tried to take the mask off.
'You have to see!' The mask said, reverberating through Arthur's mind.
As it spoke Arthur's surroundings shifted and warped, the room span in a dizzying blur. Before changing into an unfamiliar location.
The room Arthur was in was dark, tall columns ascended into nothingness. In the centre of the room stood a large, metallic dome like structure. Circular patterns engraved onto each section. Glowing with a pale blue light.
Standing next to the structure was a humanoid figure.
'Hello?' Arthur called out.
The figure moved slightly, suddenly aware of Arthur's presence. It turned towards him.
The figure was slightly hunched in appearance, wearing some sort of decorative robe. In it's right hand it held a staff that it seemed to use like a walking stick. On top of the staff was a glowing orange light that illuminated the features of the humanoid.
Arthur looked in confusion.
The figure was mechanical, wearing a curved orange mask that had an narrow elongated lower section that Arthur assumed to be it's mouth.
What surprised Arthur were it's eyes, though this appeared to be a machine, it's eyes glowed with emotion, wisdom and warmth. Like that of a wise elder.
'Ah, there you are' the figure said.
'Who are you?' Arthur asked.
'Who I am is of no concern at the moment' the figure replied. 'Our connection here is short'.
'The mask is allowing me to communicate with you?'.
'Indeed' the figure nodded. 'But you are too far. The connection here is very weak, any second now we could be cut off'.
As he said that Arthur began to notice that the room was starting to fade.
The figure noticed too.
'I will keep this brief' The figure said 'You must take the mask to the coliseum! That way I will be able to contact you properly'.
'The coliseum? What do you mean?'
'The mask will know! Let it guide you!' the figure replied. The room was warping, turning back into the vault.
'Please, help us!' the figure called out before dissapating.
As the vault returned Arthur tore the mask off, gasping as if his lungs had been held in a vice.
'What in the hell was that?!' He wheezed, staggering backwards.
The mask levitated slightly, resting itself back on the pedestal.
'They're still alive!' the mask exclaimed 'They survived!'.
'That was one of them? The people of the world you came from?' Arthur asked.
'That was. I don't know how, but if he survived. Then there's hope' the mask said, sounding somewhat confident.
Arthur winced in pain, as an image flickered in his mind. A star filled void filled his mind, in the centre glowed a bright red star.
'That same star again' he whispered.
'We have to find them!' the mask exclaimed 'They need our help'.
'He said to go to the coliseum, but I don't know what he means by that. He said you would know'.
'It's a place from my world, in some way I am connected to it'.
'Would you be able to take us there?' Arthur replied.
'I can, if it is indeed still standing' the mask said hesitantly 'But I will need your help'.
Arthur took a deep breath, pondering the situation at hand.
'I will help you' he said 'But we need to prepare for this journey first'.
The mask fell silent, it too was pondering.
'Agreed' it replied.
'I will start packing' Arthur said. Moving towards the staircase.
As he reached the doorway, the mask called out to him.
'Thank you' it said.
We don't need to be heroes or villains to have masks on...
In fact, in life, with the different people we encounter, in our experiences in the online world (SPECIALLY there/here!), we have different aspects of ourselves, of our good and bad nature, that we bring out for whatever suits better the current need.
Some have masks, others have just complex multi-layered personalities. Some lie about what /who they are, while others decide to peel every layer off and show themselved raw and naked...
In the next 52 weeks, I hope I get to show, once every 7 days, one of my layers...
For I start with a mask today, and will not have any when it's all over...
:-)
Self-portrait number 1 of 52
(Taken with 3G iPhone)
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"No, it's mine!"
A reminder for the financial markets–When most folks feel gung-ho bullish, it's time for the bear market to come out. When most folks feel squeamishly bearish, the time of the bull is nigh.
A BIG HUG for all of you:
Martin - the master of conducting a wild bunch of moderately talented but decidedly willing singers
Liesbeth & Susanne - solists and drilling us daily on all we need to know about strengthening our voices, having flexible voice cords, do the scales the right way, etc. etc. - But mostly for just being there for us, always!
Eun-Ah, our fantastically talented organ player and Christian, quietly plucking the most wonderful guitar music, as well as Regula, for adding great gusto to our programme with her 'flute traversière' (Sadly, R. was not present in 2008).
The many teams and single persons being always willing to go the extra mile and never complaining about the stress of being with 70 people with 70 minds and 70 ideas about the same thing! I am thinking particularly of Barbara, the kitchen team, Vreni, Marco, Marcello, Evelyne, and, and, and....
GOD for the beautiful weather, the glorious autumn week, the warm sunshine and cool benches, the growing of fresh apples which we greatly enjoyed during our breaks
Madeleine & her little helpers to provide us with everything to do around the programme, the preparations, reservations, sweet talking to whoever needed it.... :)
It was a truly inspiring, wonderful and unforgettable week. We were blessed not only with a perfect time outside the church and our accommodation but within the large group I felt an exceptionally genuine spirit of friendship, acceptance, open minds, the will to give our best to make this choral week and the concerts the best ever - and guess what: They were... :))))))
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Consider yourselves hugged, umarmt, ghätschelet, g'ärpfelet, umbrassés from both of us, Mari Magnifique & Kiki (bitte unsere 'buergerlichen' Namen nicht verraten hier auf Flickr...!)
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As always, I offer you en even more bearish HUG right here! Now, was that a big hug or not???? :))))
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Bear: I told you to stifle, bull. Your zeal has overinflated the market. Time for a correction. It's going down.
Sculpture title: Forces (dedicated Oct 24, 2013)
Sculptor: Harry Weber
Big beefy bearish fella enjoying a beer at Folsom Street East 2019.
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This is the start of a custom on a Maya doll that I bought second hand a while ago, I never really liked her eyes or face up; she looks super creepy; so she is getting a make over. This is the first time I have EVER changed eye chips and I can't believe how easy they popped out! I should have been doing this years ago lol :P
Eye chips are from The Bearish Crafter on Etsy :D
Recent research states that more men suffer from ‘Grumpy Old Man’ syndrome when they hit 70. There are good reasons to believe this to be the case. Seventy is an age when men may become more aware of their own mortality as they see friends and loved ones pass on. They might be struggling with wearisome health problems, and/or feel depressed because they have no aspirations or goals left to attain. ‘Grumpy Old Man’ syndrome is also and most likely due to the fact that testosterone levels in a 70-year-old are quite probably half the normal levels of a younger man.
Whereas women’s estrogen levels drop relatively suddenly when they go through menopause, causing a variety of noticeable symptoms, men’s testosterone levels drop gradually over a period of time so the symptoms are not as obvious.
Men who suffer from this syndrome may experience a sense of feeling burned out, increased depression, increased irritability, increased anxiety, more nervousness, more joint complaints, reduced mental effectiveness, increased sweating, (and hot sweats in thirty per cent of those affected). They may have a need for more sleep or suffer sleep disturbances. They may notice muscular weakness, physical exhaustion, impaired
Well reaserch is all well and good but I have been a "grumpy old bu***r" for ages and have not reached 70 - - - wonder what I will be like then.
I think its more to do with reching an age when you realise that (for most of us) nothing we do realy matters; corporate enhancement, powerful job, wise and respected in our field. No when you are old the youngsters coming up think you are a relic from the past and of no value. (Note : youngsters think you are old at 45).
So what is to be done ? Well for one thing stop worrying about it; let the youngsters carry the load, relax and enjoy being grumpy.
bearish leather daddy at Cologne Pride 2008. btw: this fine bear is this year's International Mr. Daddy Bear and Mr. Bear Germany. for more infos visit: www.bearparty.de/
Figuring out how to swim into the Red Sea of the crypto currency markets and getting familiar with double-digit ups and downs. On a daily basis...
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