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Toni and Brittany are to blame, but because I'm retarded and can't figure out how to make it so you can just click their names and you can go to their photostreams, I'll just put the links below. Because they're awesome.
www.flickr.com/photos/slobberykidney/4248880543/
So anyways...
"This is how it goes. List 10 things that your friends may or may not know about you, but that are true. Tag fifteen people and be sure to let them know they’ve been tagged (a quick message will do). Don’t forget to link back to the person who tagged you. Post a picture in your stream with the 10 facts and list your tagged people."
1. I have a twin sister, Adriana, but I also have two older sisters who are also twins, Julia and Daniella. Apparently my parents decided to give me the boring name.
2. Not really. I like my name. I'm named after my grandfather and uncle.
3. My favorite animal is the platypus. No, it is not because of the show Phineas and Ferb (even though i do love it...). Platypi have been my favorite since second grade.
4. I sometimes talk to myself when I'm alone. But it's not so much "talking to myself" as it is verbalizing my thoughts. There's just too much going on in my head sometimes.
5. I love to write.
6. I have no clue what I want to do when I'm older.
7. I have a feeling the Eskimos will invade Constantinople....
8. I was a conformist when I was a little kid. I loved Pokemon.
9. People have asked me if I straighten my hair. I don't. It's just naturally that way.
10. My biggest fear may just be failing at what I love to do.
for some reason, this was really a pain for me to do.
Artist: Domenichino (Italian, 1581-1641)
Title: The Rebuke of Adam and Eve
Material: oil on canas, 1626
Venue: National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.
I can STILL seeeeeee youuuu, Killy...
Despite Celaeno’s technical withdrawal from her first engagement with Killy, unofficial records states that Killy and Celaeno battle continued for at least 2 more cycles in an unregistered stratum. According to undisclosed sources from the Agency, the Safeguard ultimately had to deploy Exterminator Tsukiho to -rather forcefully- bring back Celaeno to headquarters.
Celaeno’s body is pretty nicely shaped, although perhaps a little skinny in some points. A necessary price to ensure proper poseability.
Here he is, Lame-athon figure made tonight by yours truely, where will his journey take him and upon which adventures and doorsteps will he turn up on?
If you want to join the Blame Game visit cool n cosmic and sign up to the thread here:
www.websitetoolbox.com/tool/post/superiorraw/vpost?id=330...
The figure is crap right? Course he is and the aim of the game is for him to have adventures and hopefully keep him that way!
I love this graffiti and it is a shame that I did not get it clearer... so I am going to blame Jenssenn again for messing this up.... LOL... he distracted me. I think this is the moment Antonia; Jenssenn and I got some Gelato at this shop in The Gothic District. Antoniia said they had the best Gelato... They love their gelato and tapas in Barcelona
Montana the Cat. He seems to prefer to look away from my clutter. I don't blame him.
(869montanaonmychestatcomputerdesk)
Arbroath harbour, built in the 19th Century, still in use. It is a tidal harbour with a fish market built on the pier between the two basins. The harbour has two parts, the inner, a rectangular wet dock, formerly the Old Harbour, former as a tidal basin in the second quarter of the 18th Century, reconstructed by James Leslie in 1839 and converted to a wet dock in 1871-7, when a patent slip, now used by a boatbuilder, was also constructed. The outer, or New Harbour, a rectangular tidal basin built to Leslie’s design in 1841-6. The works are of rubble construction, largely coursed, and there is a neat two-leafed bascule bridge over the entrance to the patent slip. The history of the harbour was studied by A. Graham, who wrote that 'the earliest phases of this harbour's history can be reconstructed tentatively from a record preserved in the cartulary of Arbroath Abbey (NO64SW0018). This contains the text of an agreement made in 1394 by Abbot John Gedy and the monks, on the one hand, and the townsmen of Arbroath, on the other, regarding the building of a harbour. From this we can infer a first phase, of earlier date than 1394, in which the town possessed no organised landing-place and ships must have worked off an open beach. It was to remedy this state of affairs that a harbour was now built at the foot of the High Street, and the second phase thus introduced. The agreement, in free translation, provided that the Abbey should, at its own expense, build with all possible speed, and in perpetuity maintain, a port for the burgh which was safe in the judgement of local experts, and at which ships could call and find a safe and quiet position irrespective of movements of the tide. The burgesses, for their part, should help in the work by removing, at their own expense, all stones, sands, and other impediments to the construction of the port, clear the port of stones and sand whenever necessary for the work, continuing the said clearance from the beginning of the port's construction until the work was complete. They should also fill, set in place, and weight with stones, at the first building of the port, all the 'archas' ordered for the port at the discretion of the magistrates; and for this find certain instruments, namely 'vangas, tribulos et gavyllox ferreos' at their own expense; the Abbot and monks undertaking the provision of other instruments and burdens'. The foregoing interpretation of a far from lucid text suggests the construction of a solid breakwater-pier by means of timber cages reinforced with piled-up stones and boulders. (For what it may be worth, one of Slezer's drawings shows part of the 17th century version of this pier as being of masonry and timber). On this showing therefore, the statement of the Statistical Account that the harbour was poorly built of wood could not have been correct; but a mistake might very well have been made as the author, writing in 1793, could have been deceived by, say, stumps of rotten timbers still surviving on the site some 70 years after the pier had gone out of use. Whatever the method of its construction, the first harbour was most probably a modest affair. A document of the late 17th or 18th century records that Arbroath possessed a shore, some shipping, and 'a little small trade'. Applications for financial help in repairs were made from time, Parliament authorising the burgh to exact shore-dues for the support of the harbour in 1698 and the Convention of Royal Burghs making grants, or recommending voluntary contributions from the burghs in general, between 1582 and 1704. In 1716 a crisis seems to have been reached; the term ‘ruinous’ had been used in 1702, and now a petition was submitted which laid blame on former magistrates and also cited exceptional storm-damage suffered in the preceding winter. An inspection was made, much work was found to be necessary, and in 1723 the place was still ruinous, but by 1724 work had begun on a 'new pier and harbour', with a grant of £30 in cash from the Convention and voluntary contributions recommended from the individual burghs. Such expressions as 'building a harbour' and 'the new harbour' were frequently used, but the new arrangements are usually dated to 1725. The site chosen was a fresh one, on the opposite (W) side of the Brothock Water; the new work was of stone with an entrance 31ft (9.5m) wide which could be closed with booms operated by a crane. It was dry at low tide, but the water of the Brothock could be sluiced into it to flush out silt. The depth at the entrance was up to 16ft (4.9m) at high springs and down to 9ft (2.7m) at neaps. Before 1736 the harbour did little trade except in smuggling and fishing, though the place was of sufficient importance to be marked on General Roy's Map (1747-55). In the 1790s about 30 ships seem to have been owned in the town, although two passages in the Statistical Account give slightly divergent figures. In 1839, the harbour of 1725, now regarded as the 'old' harbour, was considerably improved, and was enlarged to contain an area of 6 acres (2.4ha). New works included the construction of a sea-wall and outer harbour, the outer entrance being 100ft (30.5m) and having a depth of 12ft (3.7m) at the pier-heads; the inner one was 27ft (8.2m) wide and provided with booms. The piers were founded on rock, which permitted dredging; a point which suggests a contrast with earlier and less stable foundations simply resting on the foreshore. The sea-wall was of red-sandstone ashlar. The plans, by J. Leslie, could not be realised in full for lack of funds, but further work was recommended. In this connection, it is interesting to see that an Admiralty plan of 1833 shows, in addition, a disconnected stretch of breakwater outside the outer harbour, creating, as it were, an outer compartment for it.
This house had a slightly larger plot of land than most of the others on the block ... and the late-afternoon sun cast some interesting shadows ...
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For much of my life, I’ve had the bad habit of visiting a new city for a week of intense activity — and, on occasion, even living in a new city for as long as a year — without ever getting to know it. It’s easier than you might think, if you have a set routine: you get up in the morning, you take the same route to school or work, you come home at the end of the day, and that’s that. I think I may have also been slightly warped by the childhood experience of moving every year (17 schools before college), and concluding (perhaps subconsciously) that there was no point really getting to know anything about (or anyone in) the current town, since we’d be moving within a year …
Anyway, I resolved to try harder during a recent weeklong Thanksgiving trip to visit the west coast contingent of my family, which involved our driving from Portland to a rented house in Bend, Oregon — located roughly in the center of Oregon. I had never been in Bend before, and I probably never will be again … but even so, I wanted to get a sense of what the town was all about.
Bend turns out to be the largest town in central Oregon, but its estimated population in 2013 was only 81,236. If you include the surrounding area of “metropolitan Bend,” that number increases to 165,954 — but that still makes it only the fifth largest metropolitan area in Oregon, and probably about the same as an individual neighborhood in New York City.
Compared to NYC, Bend’s recorded history is also much shorter — though that ignores the fact that Native Americans lived in the area for some 12,000 years before fur trading parties arrived in 1824, and succeeding generations of pioneers, intent on pushing further west to the Pacific Coast, forded the Deschutes River at a shallow point known as the “Farewell Bend” — which ultimately gave the town its name (you can blame the U.S. Postal Service for shortening the original name to “Bend”).
Not much happened until 1901, when the Pilot Butte Development Company built a commercial sawmill in Bend; a city was incorporated there in 1904 by a general vote of the community’s 300 residents. From what I can tell, the town then continued to grow, thrive, and prosper for another 30 or 40 years … after which it seems to have stagnated. Walking along Bond Street and Wall Street — the two busiest downtown streets — I saw a number of plaques on the side of buildings indicating that they had all been built in the 1910s, 1920s, and 1930s …
As for today, tourism is probably the most significant economic activities — focused around skiing at Mount Bachelor, and recreational activities around the nearby Cascade Lakes. Bend is also home to the Deschutes Brewery, which is the 6th largest craft brewery in the nation. And the town has hosted on of the top indie film festivals in the nation (the BendFilm Festival) each year since 2004. For whatever it’s worth, much of the town’s growth in recent years is due to its attraction as a retirement destination (I guess there must be a rational explanation for the decision to retire here, perhaps including a low crime rate or a low cost-of-living — but I found the concept quite mind-boggling) …
But none of this explains the look and feel of the houses in the “historical district” a few blocks away from the center of town. This is where my family members and I spent Thanksgiving week, and I walked through several quiet, empty blocks during the few days that it wasn’t raining … and while the photos in this Flickr album will give you some idea of what the houses and people look like, I’m at a loss for words to characterize what’s going on around here.
For one thing, it seems that every house is different. They’re all on tiny lots — probably about 1/4 of an acre — but they’re all different sizes, painted different colors, with different designs and architectures. I’m used to towns where all of the houses in an entire neighborhood are identical, because they were all designed and constructed by the same real-estate developer. And my son pointed out that in Portland, just a few hours away by car, the houses in several neighborhoods may look different from the house next door — but they all fall into five or six basic styles. Not so in Bend: it seems that nobody talked to anyone else, and nobody looked at any other house in the neighborhood, before they came up with their own unique design.
And with one or two exceptions, none of the houses are “modern” in any sense of the word. Many of them remind me of the neighborhoods were I lived as a child in the early 1950s; and I have a strong suspicion that many of them are much older than that, perhaps having been built in the 1920s or 1930s. Like the rest of the town, it seems that everything thrived here until the beginning of the 1940s … and then stopped.
Which then raises another interesting question: who actually lives in these houses today, in late 2014? I really couldn’t tell, because the streets were generally empty. and the only thing I saw through a living room window was a football game on a large TV screen. But I noticed that the cars parked on the street were by no means as old as the houses; most of them appeared to be less than five years old, with many large, modern trucks and Jeeps. There were a few bicycles and other indications of childhood life, along with a significant number of brightly-painted lawn chairs, an occasional barbecue grills (including some big, gas-powered grills on the front porch!), and lots of American flags …
If I had had a little more time or energy, I could have gone into the Deschutes County Museum (housed in what had been a stand-alone school house built in 1914), or perhaps the Town Hall, to learn a little more … but I didn’t.
And so Bend will remain a mystery, as we pack up and drive back to Portland tomorrow morning. And while nobody here will care, or even notice, I will go on record with the following prediction: I won’t be retiring here.
I blame you for the moonlit sky
And the dream that died with the Eagle's flight
I blame you for the moonlit nights
When I wonder why are the seas still dry?
Don't blame this sleeping satellite
[...]
Have we got what it takes to advance?
Did we peak too soon? If the world is so green
Then why does it scream under a blue moon?
We wonder why the earth's sacrificed
For the price of its greatest treasure
[...]
Tasmin Archer - Sleeping Satellite
Sana-tan from Blame! is ready to kick the sorry asses of those annoying silicon beings!
Let's admit it. MOKO's new 6-studs' super deformed head is an absolute blast, but I admit that I still have a liking for the old 4-stud faces, even if they now look like a... err... bunch of blocky bricks? ;-)
Argh! I must try the new version!
I blame this all on Lorena of Sydney and my dogs....I'm awake again....its late at night. The dogs needed to go out....the raccoons were visiting again...the dogs wanted to bark at them and protect us. I was sure they needed to go potty this time....fooled again! So...I was up...snack time! Cookie dippers, dried fruit...a swallow of Dr. Pepper....don't judge......
Now I'm wide awake, so I'll check flickr. Lorena had posted pics of her progress on her Ring Cycles quilt:
www.flickr.com/photos/45971461@N04/7842476894/
I was intrigued! Loving the pattern, I began researching it....an hour later and much smarter on the whole assembly of her quilt (yes, Lorena I'm still talking about you :-) It is then that I realize that Ring Cycles is one of "those" quilts. A quilt I would put in a category "above" myself. Let me explain....its not that I don't have the skill set or abilities to make the quilt... I've been sewing since I was ten. Made my first quilt by 15. It is that I lack the patience and drive for that kind of quilt. To me her quilt is in the "Epic Quilt" category. The kind of "once in a lifetime" quilt. The quilt that would be, as the French would say, your " piece de resistance." Your novel, your lifetime achievement.....Now, mind you she knocks out these kinds of quilts regularly.....she's amazing...a quilting genius, a quilting novelist, an Epic Quilter. She wins prizes at quilt shows. I however, am not. I'm a get it done, do it quick, use all the cheats.....hurry-before-I-lose-interest quilter. I sew when I "feel" like it. I don't have sewing discipline....Lorena totally does.
So, as I am contemplating this Epic Quilt of hers and my total lack of Epic drive....I catch myself thinking about Epic Quilts. What will be my Epic Quilt? If I'm going to sew an Epic Quilt is my Epic Quilt meant to be Ring Cycles? Or something else? Will I stick to it? Can I make it through an Epic Quilt? Or will I have an Epic disappointment when it becomes a UFO?
I think I could make an Epic Quilt if someone came and held my hand and sewed it with me everyday...or if I could meet up with someone (my Epic Quilt partner?? Lorena, you busy??) every week or so and report my progress. If I had an outside source to be accountable to....but it would have to be IRL. Not online. QALs don't work for me. Nobody I know in real life is ready for the epic quilt. There goes that idea...FAIL. LOL!
Anyway, somewhere in all this I began thinking about a quilt I've always wanted to make....Summer Stars. (Shown above...in a lousy late night pic that doesn't begin to do it justice) If there is ever an Epic quilt to be made by me ....this is probably it. I have long loved this pattern....I got this book in 1996....I was 24. (I'm 40 now.) My son was just 3.(He turned 19 on Monday.) The book had belonged to my mom and I had spent many hours visiting her and staring at this book. The instructions cover just two pages. There is just one template. Seems easy enough right? But it is paper pieced. Sigh....hand work...sigh...EPIC. And here is the thing about me....I HATE making small quilts. HATE IT! I don't know what to do with them....they seem useless....nothing smaller than twin is made here....that's a lap quilt. Oversized king is my favorite. So, if I make this quilt it would be enourmous...and EPIC...lol! Epically enourmous! I can't tell you how many times I have thought of chucking this book to relieve myself of the notion of ever making this quilt....but each time I open it to peek at this pattern I am forced to keep it. This book has now been with me 16 years....and yet no quilt. Sad huh? Epically sad! If I started 16 years ago....it might be done. Epically sadder. But it requires an EPIC amount of diamonds for a king....4000 Epic diamonds...hand sewn together. 4000 to be hand cut. Accuquilt why don't you make this diamond?? 4000 paper pieces....4000....if that isn't an Epic and overwhelming number IDK what is!!
In my imagination I will use it like its shown in the picture....at the beach...for a picnic...or lying in the sun. I have the beach now....but no quilt. I can't picture this ever going on a bed. IDK why....too bright maybe? In my head in needs to be outdoors in the sun. Then I think about how utterly crazy that is!!! A completely hand pieced quilt....an EPIC 4000 piece quilt...tossed onto the beach with total and utter disregard??? Think of what the sand could do to it. Is that why I've never made it? I'm afraid it will get dirty or damaged in reality? Is this dream quilt not meant to be??
So, Lorena....I'm blaming this all on you and your awesome Epic-ness.....I can't sleep because my yet -to-be-made Epic Quilt might get dirty.
How about you? What is your Epic -once-in-a-lifetime-novel quilt? Do you ever think a quilt is "above" you or pass on making one you think you might never finish? Or did you start and you have a diappointing Epic UFO?
Should I make this quilt? Is there an easier way to piece it? Maybe by machine?
Blåmes Parus
Latinskt namn:
Parus caeruleus - vilket betyder, himmelsblå mes.
Typiska kännetecken:
12 cm. Huvudet är ljusblått och ansiktet till största delen vitt omgärdat av svarta band och streck. Vingarna och stjärten är mörkblå och undersidan gul, ibland med en antydan till mörk mittstrimma. Ryggen är mörkt grön. Båda könen mycket lika, men hanen har dock genomgående mörkare och klarare blå färg. Ungfåglarna har under sommaren gula kinder och ej så klara färger.
Finnes:
I löv- och blandskog, trädgårdar och parker. Förekommer allmänt i de södra och mellersta delarna av landet och i viss mån även i de norra delarna av landet.