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Have you ever asked yourself how do you feel before a journey ? What are you going to bring with you ? What will you leave behind ? To whom are you saying goodbye ? Who do you expect to meet and get to know in your travel destination ? Shall you feel anxious, happy, curious, worried, indifferent ? Try to portrait yourself before a journey.
If you ever get close to a human
And human behaviour
Be ready, be ready to get confused
There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic
To human behaviour
But yet so, yet so irresistible
And there's no map
and a compass
wouldn't help at all
They're terribly moody
And human behaviour
Then all of a sudden turn happy
But, oh, to get involved in the exchange
Of human emotions
Is ever so, ever so satisfying
Oh oh, and there's no map
Björk Human Behaviour
Best viewed Viewed Large On Black.
One of my favourite TV shows in recent years started their second season today on BBC3. If you haven't yet seen any "Being Human" then check it out on iPlayer here .
January 10th 2010
Outside a temple in Ujjain(India), I saw a pair of shopkeepers. While one is asleep other take care of the customers.
Cast of skull (A.2345.1)
Cast of skull of ‘Australopithecus africicanus’, in the ‘Humans’ case, Living Worlds @mcrmuseum
In a series of posts, I will be exploring ideas surrounding what it is to be human, in advance of the #neanderthals exhibition, #comingsoon to @mcrmuseum
#beinghuman #storiesfromthemuseumfloor #blog
Sculpture of hands in Liverpool Anglicaln Cathedral by Peter Walker, part of the Being Human Exhibition, summer 2022
"The last enemy to be destroyed is death.”
Depression is a known killer thief often ignored.
Thanks for the laughs.
We’ll miss you funny man Robin Williams.
Requiescat in pace & may your memory be blessed.
"Everyone is an un-told story, and you'll never know it if you don't take the time to listen" - CN Lester
" I believe that Photography and Art is considered good when it draws the viewer in and provokes thought but also when it becomes a fraction of the reality it represents and then transforms into a persistent tangible illusion of it." ~Tomitheos
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Charcoal drawing: STEP 1
Painting process: STEP 2
With the news that a gallery in Paris has opened its doors to clothing optional visitors.
www.theguardian.com/world/2018/may/07/naked-admiration-pa...
Here’s an old newspaper clip from 2001 Me naked in the Saatchi gallery during my active naked protest years at the turn of the millennium
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Entry for 25th September.
This photo speaks of 2 things.
Firstly, my love of socks. I get a disproportionate and possibly implausible amount of joy from colourful and funky socks, and the self-expression that they facilitate. When I'm super-happy, I wear some happy socks. When I feel sad or if life is just naff, then some happy socks will make me smile again. The brand is even called "Happy Socks" - clearly they do what it says on the label.
The second thing is that I am experiencing a rather alarming amount of weightloss. Pre-surgery, I was 61kg, which is the ideal weight for my height . Through a combination of my new diet of negligible carb intake, being really ill and not being able to get much food down in the immediate weeks after surgery, I lost 6kgs in 6 weeks - which is pretty dramatic and ended up at 54kg. All the diet advice says that after excess body fat is lost, weight will stablise. So I figured not to worry - I would be able to eat more overall and become more active, which would put on a bit of muscle again. And with less fat, more activity and a bit more muscle, all the books tell me that my body shouild become more tolerant of carbs.
Fast forward to the beginning of September - nearly 4 months since surgery, and I had mysteriously dropped to 53kg. All my attempts to put some carbohydrate back into my diet had failed - a slice of even the right sort of bread at lunchtime and I felt horrible. I went to see my doctor, who said she didn't want me going below 54kg - well that makes two of us! Despite making myself ill by experimenting with small quantities of carbs, I dropped to 51.kg by the time I weighed myself again and this shot was taken a week later at 50.4kg.
So I am left with a conundrum - stick to a diet which gives me insufficient nutrition and risk my body burning muscle for fuel or eat things which make me feel really ill. Either way, it's not conducive to increasing exercise, with a view to improving muscle mass and protecting bone density. I am wondering just how close I am to being diabetic now...
This was the view from my window in hospital. I wanted to capture it before any drugs started being put through my system.
Down in the anaesthetic room, I was hooked up to an I/V before sitting on the side of the trolley with my feet on a stool, bent over forwards, while my favourite anaesthetist counted the vertebrae to get the right place for the spinal. The painful bit is the local anaesthetic injected first - like an icy wasp sting. Then a moment while he prepared the secret recipe behind me and a comedy moment when he said to his assistant "Can I have two Ones and a Five please" and, fearing he's gonna do it the 'ole fashioned way and whack me with a five-iron, I say "please tell me he's not asking for golf clubs". Looking back, taking the piss out of a guy who's about to put a needle in your spine and then put you to sleep is not the wisest :-)
The spinal took effect amazingly quickly - pins and needles in my toes almost instantly and my legs numbing even as I swung them back onto the trolley.
Then the general - a chill in the vein, blurry vision, a second or two of feeeeling sooo sleeeepy....and nothing.
Tomada una mañana de otoño frente a la universidad Carlos III de Getafe - Madrid
Taken a fall morning in front of Carlos III University of Getafe - Madrid
My submission for the EDCMOOC artifact competition. Inspired by Monk's (2004) objection to computers as barriers to learning via hands-on exploration of the world. Interesting how technology has moved on...;)
Image Credits:
Image on the left cc licensed ( BY ) flickr photo by gcaserotti: flickr.com/photos/hams-caserotti/6155812002/
Image on the right cc licensed ( BY NC SA ) flickr photo by nmoira: flickr.com/photos/kindredspirits/27880537/
Picture shows: l-r Mitchell (Aidan Turner), George (Russell Tovey) and Annie (Lenora Crichlow).
A brand new series of Being Human arrives on BBC Three in early 2009. For more information, check out www.bbc.co.uk/beinghuman
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A fascinating insight; Curator of Archaeology Bryan Sitch talking about the similarities and differences between #Neanderthals and modern #Humans at this morning's curator talk, in advance of @mcrmuseum's forthcoming exhibition "Humans in Ancient Britain: Rediscovering Neanderthals" which will be displaying objects from the Natural History Museum, London.
#beinghuman
Wayside Community Pulpit Poster at First Unitarian Church on North Charles at Franklin Street in Baltimore MD on Saturday morning, 16 September 2017 by Elvert Barnes Photography
BEING HUMAN EXPLAINS EVERYTHING, BUT EXCUSES NOTHING. Richard A. Perry
Series 2 No. 8 The Wayside Community Pulpit, 25 Beacon Street, Massachusetts
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Street Photography: Writings On The Wall 2017
En route to Safeway @ Charles Village
Delivered my pictures to The Embassy Tea Gallery yesterday, ready for hanging in the London Independent Photography 26th Annual Exhibition :-)
I'm well practised now: the waiting, the walk down to theatre, the afront as the cold feeling intrudes into my hand, that blissful 3 seconds before the lights go out. Then waking up crying, becoming aware of what hurts this time and the uncontrollable shivering as the different parts of my brain wake up at different speeds. But what I dread most is not feeling like me, which can last for months after.
Despite my track record, that hasn't happened this time, which is truly amazing.
Picture of my aunt bathing her 14 days old grandson in a washbasin. She uses her leg and hand to hold the baby. This photo was taken in a Malay village located at the northern side of Malaysia. People here still cleave to the traditional method in taking care new born baby.
Kg. Tanjung Bayam, Alor Setar, Kedah
O-MD + Lumix G20/1.7
The first week at home consisted of a daytime routine of nap, drink, a lap of the hallway, toilet, painkillers, drink, nap - and repeat, roughly hourly, punctuated by trying to stay awake for meals. On the Sunday night, I had trouble sitting up for long enough to get my bowl of soup down before I got too woozy. On the Monday night, I had a migraine as well, which necessitated two naps during dinner. Nighttime routine consisted of waking up in pain every 2-3 hours and getting freaked out because I couldn't remember where I was.
The new diet, plus nausea, makes snack options really limited, and nuts are one of the few things that fit the bill. The little white specks are salt - having cut out most processed food from my diet, I'm now in the weird position of making sure I get sufficient salt in my diet.