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ROMA ARCHEOLOGICA & RESTAURO ARCHITETTURA: Roma president and American investor James Pallotta, other Boston executives: “Stadio della Roma” Stadium construction to start by end of year. THE WASHINGTON POST, USA (03 March 2015).
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I guess now it's clear as to real motive of Rome's Mayor Marino (former resident and Doctor in Boston, Mass. USA) wanting to run as Rome mayor in 2013. Follow the billions of foreign American money in Rome for the new soccer stadium which leads back to very wealthy American investors in Boston, Mass., United States, as of 2011 onwards.
Immagino che ora è chiaro da vero motivo del sindaco Marino di Roma (ex residente e Dottore in Boston, Mass. USA) che vogliono l'esecuzione come il sindaco di Roma nel 2013. Seguite i miliardi di stranieri denaro americano a Roma per il nuovo stadio che porta il calcio torna a investitori americani molto ricchi di Boston, Mass., Stati Uniti, a partire dal 2011 in poi.
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Foto: This March 26, 2014 artist rendering provided by Italian Serie A soccer club Roma, shows the new stadium to be build on the outskirts of Rome. Roma’s American president James Pallotta remains optimistic that construction will begin on a new stadium inspired by the Colosseum by the end of 2015. Roma’s American president James Pallotta remains optimistic that construction will begin on a new stadium inspired by the Colosseum by the end of the year. The project has been slowed by a long approval process from city and regional authorities. But Pallotta tells Tuesday, March 3, 2015 The Associated Press, “We’re still on the same timetable. Hopefully this fall. It should go through by then for putting shovels in the ground.” (AS Roma, File/Associated Press).
ROME — Roma president and American investor James Pallotta remains optimistic that construction will begin on a new stadium inspired by the Colosseum by the end of the year.
The project on Rome’s outskirts has been slowed by a long approval process involving city and regional authorities.
“We’re still on the same timetable,” Pallotta told The Associated Press. “Hopefully this fall. It should go through by then for putting shovels in the ground.”
When Roma unveiled a model for the stadium at city hall a year ago, the plan was to have it open for the 2016-17 season.
“It’s actually going pretty well. Everyone wants it — the mayor, the city council — it’s just an incredibly complex project,” Pallotta said following Roma’s 1-1 draw with Juventus on Monday.
“It’s not complex because of the regulatory side of it. It’s just a complex project,” Pallotta said. “It’s not a football stadium that’s only for football. There’s an office park, there’s a training facility, there’s 300,000 square feet of live entertainment space. There’s going to be festivals and concerts and (American) college football games. So it’s a very, very complicated facility.”
Labeled “Stadio della Roma” for now — until naming rights are awarded — the facility will seat 52,500 spectators and be able to expand to 60,000 for major matches.
“We already had a number of college teams ask us a year ago about building a stadium,” Pallotta said. “And I would like to get the NFL sometime, too.”
Pallotta met with Rome Mayor Ignazio Marino at city hall on Friday to discuss the project.
“There’s a lot of optimism and a lot of certainty to begin seeing workers building the stadium by the end of 2015,” Marino said after the meeting.
Building costs for the stadium are estimated at 300 million euros ($335 million) but the overall price, including surrounding infrastructure and transport, will run beyond 1 billion euros ($1 billion).
With Rome bidding for the 2024 Olympics, the new stadium could also be used for soccer or other sports during the games if the capital is selected by the IOC.
The new stadium will be in the Tor di Valle area in the city’s southwest, about halfway between downtown and Fiumicino airport. It is located on the banks of the Tiber River, so there has also been some environmental opposition.
For years, Roma has shared the Stadio Olimpico with city rival Lazio but that stadium features a running track and poor sightlines for soccer. The Olimpico is controlled by the Italian Olympic Committee, while Roma will operate the new stadium.
The stadium has been a big goal since Roma was purchased by a four-man group of Boston executives who in 2011 became the first foreign majority owners of a Serie A club. It’s being designed by American architect Dan Meis, who has drawn up the plans for numerous stadiums and arenas in the United States, plus the Saitama Super Arena in Japan.
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With its extended warranties way beyond the ex works guarantee on the new vehicle, MAN offers bus operators cost transparency and certainty. Moreover, MAN's extended warranties ensure that the value of the bus is maintained and increase its resale value.
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Maryam Rajavi: Nowrouz celebrates the certainty of the coming of spring, liberty and joy
مریم رجوی: عید نوروز، جشن فرارسیدن حتمی بهار و آزادی و شادکامی است
« I will pass away with certainty, and as for the Knight, there is no shame in death since the intention is right and the combat is for Islam. »
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Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
by Walt Whitman
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Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west - sun there half an hour high - I see you also face to face.
Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious you are to me!
On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning home, are
more curious to me than you suppose,
And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and
more in my meditations, than you might suppose.
2
The impalpable sustenance of me from all things at all hours of the day,
The simple, compact, well-joined scheme, myself disintegrated, everyone
disintegrated yet part of the scheme,
The similitudes of the past and those of the future,
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings, on the walk in
the street and the passage over the river,
The current rushing so swiftly and swimming with me far away,
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them,
The certainty of others, the life, love, sight, hearing of others.
Others will enter the gates of the ferry and cross from shore to shore,
Others will watch the run of the flood-tide,
Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and west, and the heights of
Brooklyn to the south and east,
Others will see the islands large and small;
Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross, the sun half and hour high,
A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years hence, others will see them,
Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring-in of the flood-tide, the falling-back to the
sea of the ebb-tide.
3
It avails not, time nor place - distance avails not,
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations
hence,
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt,
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd,
Just as you are refreshed by the gladness of the river and the bright flow,
I was refreshed,
Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current,
I stood yet was hurried,
Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships and the thick-stemmed pipes
of steamboats, I looked.
I too many and many a time crossed the river of old,
Watched the Twelfth-month seagulls, saw them high in the air floating with
motionless wings, oscillating their bodies,
Saw how the glistening yellow lit up parts of their bodies and left the rest
in strong shadow,
Saw the slow-wheeling circles and the gradual edging toward the south,
Saw the reflection of the summer sky in the water,
Had my eyes dazzled by the shimmering track of beams,
Looked at the fine centrifugal spokes of light round the the shape of my head
in the sunlit water,
Looked on the haze on the hills southward and south-westward,
Looked on the vapour as it flew in fleeces tinged with violet,
Looked toward the lower bay to notice the vessels arriving,
Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me,
Saw the white sails of schooners and sloops, saw the ships at anchor,
The sailors at work in the rigging or out astride the spars,
The round masts, the swinging motion of the hulls, the slender serpentine pennants,
The large and small steamers in motion, the pilots in their pilot-houses,
The white wake left by the passage, the quick tremulous whirl of the wheels,
The flags of all nations, the falling of them at sunset,
The scallop-edged waves in the twilight, the ladled cups, the frolicsome crests
and glistening,
The stretch afar growing dimmer and dimmer, the gray walls of the granite
storehouses by the docks,
On the river the shadowy group, the big steam-tug closely flanked on each side
by the barges, the hay-boat, the belated lighter,
On the neighboring shore the fires from the foundry chimneys burning high and
glaringly into the night,
Casting their flicker of black contrasted with wild red and yellow light over
the tops of houses, and down into the clefts of streets.
4
These and all else were to me the same as they are to you,
I loved well those cities, loved well the stately and rapid river,
The men and women I saw were all near to me,
Others the same - others who look back on me because I looked forward to them,
(The time will come, though I stop here today, and tonight.)
5
What is it then between us?
What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us?
Whatever it is, it avails not - distance avails not, and place avails not,
I too lived, Brooklyn of ample hills was mine,
I too walked the streets of Manhattan island, and bathed in the waters around it,
I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within me,
In the day among crowds of people sometimes they came upon me,
In my walks home late at night or as I lay in my bed they came upon me,
I too had been struck from the float forever held in solution,
I too had received identity by my body,
That I was I knew was of my body, and what I should be I knew I should be of
my body.
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It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall,
The dark threw its patches down upon me also,
The best I had done seemed to me blank and suspicious,
My great thoughts as I supposed them, were they not in reality meagre?
Nor is it you alone who know what it is to be evil,
I am he who knew what it was to be evil,
I too knitted the old knot of contrariety,
Blabbed, blushed, resented, lied, stole, grudged,
Had guile, anger, lust, hot wishes I dared not speak,
Was wayward, vain, greedy, shallow, sly, cowardly, malignant,
The wolf, the snake, the hog, not wanting in me,
The cheating look, the frivolous word, the adulterous wish, not wanting,
Refusals, hates, postponements, meanness, laziness, none of these wanting,
Was one with the rest, the days and haps of the rest,
Was called by my nighest name by clear loud voices of young men as they saw me
approaching or passing,
Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the negligent leaning of their flesh
against me as I sat,
Saw many I loved in the street or ferry-boat or public assembly, yet never
told them a word,
Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laughing, gnawing, sleeping,
Played the part that still looks back on the actor or actress,
The same old role, the role that is what we make it, as great as we like,
Or as small as we like, or both great and small.
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Closer yet I approach you,
What thought you have of me now, I had as much of you - I laid in my stores
in advance,
I considered long and seriously of you before you were born.
Who was to know what should come home to me?
Who knows but I am enjoying this?
Who knows, for all the distance, but I am as good as looking at you now, for
all you cannot see me?
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Ah, what can ever be more stately and admirable to me than mast-hemmed
Manhattan?
River and sunset and scallop-edged waves of flood-tide?
The seagulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in the twilight, and the
belated lighter?
What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with voices I love
call me promptly and loudly by my nighest name as I approach?
What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in
my face?
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you?
We understand then do we not?
What I promised without mentioning it, have you not accepted?
What the study could not teach - what the preaching could not accomplish is
accomplished, is it not?
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Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide!
Frolic on, crested and scallop-edged waves!
Gorgeous clouds of the sunset! drench with your splendor me, or the men and
women generations after me!
Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of passengers!
Stand up, tall masts of Mannahatta! stand up, beautiful hills of Brooklyn!
Throb, baffled and curious brain! throw out questions and answers!
Suspend here and everywhere, eternal float of solution!
Gaze, loving and thirsting eyes, in the house or street or public assembly!
Sound out, voices of young men! loudly and musically call me by my nighest name!
Live, old life! play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!
Play the old role, the role that is great or small according as one makes it!
Consider, you who peruse me, whether I may not in unknown ways be looking
upon you;
Be firm, rail over the river, to support those who lean idly, yet haste with the
hasting current;
Fly on, sea-birds! fly sideways, or wheel in large circles high in the air;
Receive the summer sky, you water, and faithfully hold it till all downcast eyes
have time to take it from you!
Diverge, fine spokes of light, from the shape of my head, or any one's head, in
the sunlit water!
Come on, ships from the lower bay! pass up or down, white-sailed schooners,
sloops, lighters!
Flaunt away, flags of all nations! be duly lowered at sunset!
Burn high your fires, foundry chimneys! cast black shadows at nightfall! cast
red and yellow light over the tops of the houses!
Appearances, now or henceforth, indicate what you are,
You necessary film, continue to envelop the soul,
About my body for me, and your body for you, be hung our divinest aromas,
Thrive, cities - bring your freight, bring your shows, ample and sufficient rivers,
Expand, being than which none else is perhaps more spiritual,
Keep your places, objects than which none else is more lasting.
You have waited, you always wait, you dumb, beautiful ministers,
We receive you with free sense at last, and are insatiate henceforward,
Not you any more shall be able to foil us, or withhold yourselves from us,
We use you, and do not cast you aside -we plant you permanently within us,
We fathom you not - we love you - there is perfection in you also,
You furnish your parts toward eternity,
Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the soul.
L.M. Sacasas
Technology, Culture, and Ethics
THE FRAILEST THING
The Interrupted Self
APRIL 21, 2018 ~ MICHAEL SACASAS
In Letters From Lake Como: Explorations in Technology and the Human Race, written in the 1920’s, Romano Guardini, related the following experience: “I recall going down a staircase, and suddenly, when my foot was leaving one step and preparing to set itself down on another, I became aware of what I was doing. I then noted what self-evident certainty is displayed in the play of muscles. I felt that a question was thus raised concerning motion.”
“This was a triviality,” Guardini acknowledges, “and yet it tells us what the issue is here.” He goes on to explain the “issue” as follows:
Life needs the protection of nonawareness. We are told this already by the universal psychological law that we cannot perform an intellectual act and at the same time be aware of it. We can only look back on it when it is completed. If we try to achieve awareness of it when we are doing it, we can do so only be always interrupting it and thus hovering between the action and knowledge of it. Obviously the action will suffer greatly as a result. It seems to me that this typifies the life of the mind and spirit as a whole. Our action is constantly interrupted by reflection on it. Thus all our life bears the distinctive character of what is interrupted, broken. It does not have the great line that is sure of itself, the confident movement deriving from the self.
It seems to me that the tendency Guardini identifies here has only intensified during the nearly 100 years since he wrote down his observations.
As an aside, I find works like Guardini’s useful for at least two reasons. The first, perhaps more obvious, reason is that they offer genuine insights that remain applicable in a more or less straightforward way. The second, perhaps less obvious, reason is that they offer a small window into the personal and cultural experience of technological change. When we think about the difference technologies make in our life and for society more broadly, we often have only our experience by which to judge. But, of course, we don’t know what we don’t know, or we can’t remember what we have never known. And this is especially the case when we consider what me might call the existential or even affective aspects of technological change.
Returning to Guardini, has he notes in the letter on “Consciousness” from which that paragraph was taken, literature was only one sphere of culture where this heightened consciousness was making itself evident.
I can’t know what literary works Guardini had in mind, but there is one scene in Tolstoy’s short novel, The Death of Ivan Ilyich (1886), that immediately sprung to mind. Early on in the story, which begins with Ilyich’s death, a co-worker, Peter Ivanovich, has come to Ilyich’s home to pay his respects. Upon entering the room where Ilyich’s body lay, Peter Ivanovich is uncertain as to how to proceed:
Peter Ivanovich, like everyone else on such occasions, entered feeling uncertain what he would have to do. All he knew was that at such times it is always safe to cross oneself. But he was not quite sure whether one should make obeisances while doing so. He therefore adopted a middle course. On entering the room he began crossing himself and made a slight movement resembling a bow.
I’ve come to read this scene as a microcosm of an extended, possibly recurring, cultural moment in the history of modernity, one that illustrates the emergence of self-consciousness.
Here is Peter Ivanovich, entering into a socially and psychologically fraught encounter with the presence of death. It is the sort of moment for which a robust cultural tradition might prepare us by supplying scripts that would relieve us of the burden of knowing just what to do while also conveying to us a meaning that renders the event intelligible. But Peter Ivanovich faces this encounter at a moment when the old traditions are only half-recalled and no new forms have arisen to take there place. He lives, that is, in a moment when, as Gramsci evocatively put it, the old is dying and the new cannot be born. In such a moment, he is thrown back upon himself: he must make choices, he must improvise, he must become aware of himself as one who must do such things.
His action, as Guardini puts it, “bears the distinctive character of what is interrupted.”
“Peter Ivanovich,” we go on to read, “continued to make the sign of the cross slightly inclining his head in an intermediate direction between the coffin, the Reader, and the icons on the table in a corner of the room. Afterwards, when it seemed to him that this movement of his arm in crossing himself had gone on too long, he stopped and began to look at the corpse.”
He is not inhabiting a ritual act, he is performing it and badly, as all such performances must be. “He felt a certain discomfort,” the narrator tells us, “and so he hurriedly crossed himself once more and turned and went out of the door — too hurriedly and too regardless of propriety, as he himself was aware.”
I’m not suggesting that Tolstoy intended this scene as a commentary on the heightened consciousness generated by liquid modernity, only that I have found in Peter Ivanovich’s awkwardness a memorable dramatic illustration of such.
Technology had a role to play in the generation of this state of affairs, particularly technologies of self-expression or technologies that represent the self to itself. It was one of Walter Ong’s key contentions, for example, that “writing heightened consciousness.” This was, in his view, a generally good thing. Of course, writing had been around long before Tolstoy was active in the late 19th century. He lived during an age when new technologies worked more indirectly to heighten self-consciousness by eroding the social structures that anchored the experience of the self.
In the early 20th century, Guardini pointed to, among other things, the rise of statistics and the bureaucracies that they empowered and to newspapers as the sources of a hypertrophied consciousness. We might substitute so-called Big Data and social media for statistics and newspapers. Rather, with regards to consciousness, we should understand the interlocking regimes of the quantified self* and social media as just a further development along the same trajectory. Fitbits and Facebook amplify our consciousness by what they claim to measure and by how they position the self vis-a-vis the self.
It seems to me that this heightened sense of self-consciousness is both a blessing and a curse and that it is the condition out of which much of our digital culture emerges. For those who experience it as a curse it can be, for example, a paralyzing and disintegrating reality. It may, under such circumstances further yield resentment, bitterness, and self-loathing (consider Raskolnikov or the Underground Man). Those who are thus afflicted may seek for renewed integrity through dramatic and/or violent acts, acts that they believe will galvanize their identity. Others may cope by adopting the role of happy nihilist or liberal ironist. Still others may double-down and launch out on the self-defeating quest for authenticity.
“Plants can grow only when their roots are in the dark,” Guardini wrote as he closed his letter on consciousness. “They emerge from the dark into the light. That is the direction of life. The plant and its direction die when the root is exposed. All life must be grounded in what is not conscious and from that root emerge into the brightness of consciousness. Yet I see consciousness becoming more and more deeply the root of our life.”
All of this leads him to ask in conclusion, “Can life sustain this? Can it become consciousness and at the same time remain alive?”
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* For example: “Now the telescope is turned inward, on the human body in the urban environment. This terrestrial cosmos of data will merge investigations that have been siloed: neuroscience, psychology, sociology, biology, biochemistry, nutrition, epidemiology, economics, data science, urban science.”
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7 thoughts on “The Interrupted Self”
davidjsimpson1952
APRIL 21, 2018 AT 12:20 PM
I actually disagree quite strongly with this analysis. Peter Ivanovich’s problem, which I think Tolstoy is describing quite clearly, is that he is a shallow social conformist (as indeed is Ivan Ilyich until his death), a ‘modern man’, who has simply forgotten, or not learned how to behave in the traditional way, but does not have the autonomy or courage to decide for himself how to behave, in any situation. So he is all at sea. Ivan Illyich on the other hand is perfectly happy to conform, and knows how to do so, and lives an utterly false, shallow, meaningless, but ‘successful’ life, albeit unhappy at a deeper level, until his death agony and spiritual liberation / resurrection (unobserved by anyone, who simply see him dying in apparent agony).
Guardini is typical of a self-conscious individual (and perhaps of many modern people, especially intellectuals) – yes, you cannot think your way down stairs, you have to physically do it, and your intellect is simply an impediment – but an accomplished sportsman is absolutely aware and conscious of what he/she is doing, they are just not doing it with their mind – they have trained and practiced their whole being – mind, body and spirit (for lack of a better term) to do a particular thing well – they are and must be undistracted, particularly by their own mind not being completely engaged in the action itself, in the present moment and nowhere else. Especially not for example thinking about what they will do to win the match, or regretting or dwelling on a previous mistake. ‘keeping your eye on the ball’ is a shorthand for being 100% engaged with the current action (not looking where you hope to hit it, or watching someone in the crowd, or admiring the skill with which your playing the shot).
There is a certain type of intellectual activity, where it is possible to both think, and be aware of what and how you are thinking – the opposite of daydreaming or fantasy. But most modern people, apart from the really happy, effective ones, are living in an almost constant state of distraction, of a lack of proper attention to what they are actually trying to do. And that is undoubtedly in part one of the more pernicious effects of modern information technology. It is designed to distract.
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Michael Sacasas
APRIL 22, 2018 AT 9:00 PM
I’m not sure that I disagree with your disagreement. On the one hand, I’m not wedded to my interpretation as anything like a definitive take on what Tolstoy intended. It is more the case that Ivanovich’s interrupted, self-conscious action struck me as an image of the condition I’m trying to get at. Your reading of Ivanovich, and the general drift of the knowledge, is, as far as I’m concerned, basically correct. That said, what if we were to ask why exactly Ivanovich behaves the way he does, or, alternatively, what the sources of his shallowness may be? I wonder if the significance I’ve imported onto this scene is necessarily at odds with what your suggesting.
I also agree very much with your discussion of an embodied form of attentiveness that is characteristic of the accomplished sportsman or musician or dancer, etc. But that form of attention is, as you suggest, very different than the sort of attention to the self that I think Guardini is analyzing. Some years back, in fact, I wrote about embodied practices as an antidote to the hyper-self-consciousness that characterizes many in our time, myself not excepted: thefrailestthing.com/2012/10/05/low-tech-practices-and-id... See also: iasc-culture.org/THR/channels/Infernal_Machine/2015/04/79...
So, I’d say that, yes, distraction is clearly a problem, and modern information technology is part of the problem (addiction by design, etc.), but I’d also say that it heightens a certain kind of attention or, to put it another way, directs the attention toward the self in a way that aligns with the kind of disordered consciousness that Guardini writes about.
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julian a
APRIL 21, 2018 AT 9:08 PM
I agree with @davidjsimpson1952. The cultivation of mindful awareness in Buddhism is precisely the sort of simultaneity of conscious awareness and action that it seems Guardini considered exceptional, if not impossible.
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Michael Sacasas
APRIL 22, 2018 AT 9:03 PM
Thanks for the comment, Julian. See my reply above to David. The sort of awareness you describe is, I believe, of a different sort than the consciousness Guardini finds problematic, in part, I suspect, because it is not, strictly speaking, mental, or at least not merely mental.
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Daniel David
APRIL 22, 2018 AT 1:19 AM
Excellent…this topic (the intensifying self-consciousness of modern humans) has preoccupied me for a few years now, and I think it’s under discussed. Your mention of irony reminded me; I frequently have the thought that the rise of the ironic attitude is tied to the need to remain ever more socially flexible. The ironic mode is an effective way to remain uncommitted to either seriousness or flippancy. It allows our remaining to remain loosely defined, like a legal contract, until the concrete details of the situation become clear enough to settle on a firmer stance.
I haven’t read a ton of sociology from the early-to-mid-twentieth century, so if you know of other sources on this I’d be interested. Some few thinkers I am aware of seemed to notice this growing self consciousness, though: I feel it lurking throughout Erving Goffman’s work, particularly when he mentions things like the “bureaucratization of the spirit,” which we all undergo “so that we can be relied upon to give a perfectly homogenous performance at ever appointed time.” Surely this new self consciousness is partially a product of a new and more intense social consciousness, born of new pressures and the feedback of new forms of representation.
Georg Simmel seems to have been convinced it was tied to the rise of the modern city. In his essay “The Metropolis and Mental Life,” he writes “The psychological foundation, upon which the metropolitan individuality is erected, is the intensification of emotional life due to the swift and continuous shift of external and internal stimuli.” And prior to that, he asserts that, of the more famous responses to modernity (Nietzschean, socialist), “the same fundamental motive was at work,
namely the resistance of the individual to being levelled, swallowed up in the social- technological mechanism.”
I’m also reminded me of a talk by Alasdair McIntyre called “A Culture of Choices and Compartmentalization,” but I haven’t read it recently enough to say more than that.
Part of the difficulty here is that even realizing the burdens of an over-abundance of self consciousness does little to cope with them; in fact, it’s much the opposite. But what I think is clear from Simmel and Goffman especially (and we’ve come some way since then, haven’t we?) is that this reserve and hyper-attentive presentation has become a fixture of social life – a necessity. Where humans once gathered resources, we now focus much more on collecting attitudes and cultural snippets as a kind of social currency. And, if that’s correct, it implies that communication is a lot more work than it used to be.
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Michael Sacasas
APRIL 22, 2018 AT 9:23 PM
As it has been for you, so, too, has this been an area of interest for me for some time. I do tend to think it is a crucial aspect of the modern (post-, meta-, etc.) identity. Really, it is at the heart of all of our identity-talk, which is somehow both cause and symptom of the condition. I tend to see it as the product of the formative impact of increasingly sophisticated technologies of the self and the untethering of the self that is characteristic of modernity (the physic consequences of everything melting into air). I think it may have been you who noted in a comment (to which I never replied, my apologies if so) a certain resemblance to communitarian thought in some of what I’ve written. That would be a fair assessment. My thinking on this bears a similar stamp. Along those lines, I’ll have to look up the piece by MacIntyre, I don’t think I’ve come across it before. Several years ago, Thomas de Zengotita’s Mediated covered much of this ground in a useful way.
Hi,
these are not really photos, but i think theses pictures go
directly in your direction too and have to be known
I hope you will contribute to success this decisive action: together we can.
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2011-1-1
The day of change
Nobody ignore the worrying state of the planet anymore, Life on Earth,
either in terms of the terrible human suffering and misery, or global
climate disaster, environmental, health state, long time threats which
have become active realities.
Each passing day we destroy a little more life around the world, we
assassinate forests, oceans, dry the Dead Sea, destroy entire species
result of millions of years of evolution, dump millions of tons of
pollutants that accumulate, concentrate and spare no area of the globe
and poisoning any life.
Each day that passes, we are increasing the world population, we are
depleting more "natural resources", we sink deeper into a deadlock and
reduce our chances of escape.
Each passing day the rich get richer, the poor poorer and more likely
every day that passes we give life a higher price than fewer people can
afford.
Every day that passes, we wipe out a little more surely the future of
our children, however, totally innocent of this situation and to whom we
owe all the opposite. Wether we have or have not thought about it before
making them, what is happening, what we do or let do is the legacy that
we leave them: it is a certainty of disaster and suffering closer and
closer. *It is our own responsibility, and now* to change it to a gift
because Life have to be one.
In the current world state and its degradation accelerating, it is not
even certain that an immediate, radical and optimal change of attitude
allows humanity to avoid the consequences of disordered committed but
it's our only room for maneuver.
Do nothing, stay confident is being the one who, falling from the 50th
floor, said one meter above the ground, "so far, so good"; it's perhaps
to hope to avoid the worst but it's leaving care to our children to know
it. It's not on the edge of the abyss that we have to think of changing
course, those who run the bus will probably have left it before and
enjoy the speed, but the passengers are our children.
Humanity has exceeded a point that it would even never reach: even
though a large majority of people already live in an inhuman misery, we
use what we call the natural "resources" beyond their threshold of
renewal, destroy priceless treasures, poison that remains and continue
to emphasize the extent of the disaster.
Even in the "rich" countries, the most "developed", each passing day we
learn and accustom our children to live in more violence, pollution,
nuisance, traffic congestion, injustice, inequality , instability, in
less freedom, less space, less health, less humanity, we are at the
opposite of progress, the *true development* of civilizations. If we
allow this, what is the meaning of giving them life, this life?
The growing awareness worldwide of the seriousness of the situation goes
hand in hand with our individual feeling of powerlessness to change "the
course of things" as if all this was inevitable when *we are yet the
only collectively single responsibles!*
The terrifying absurdity of this situation is matched only by that of
the "logic" which generates it and that we use and maintain, either
voluntarily or forced, in our life, our daily work:
logic in which, the more diseases and ill people there are, the more the
doctors, the pharmaceutical industry, ... are doing well, the more
conflicts, divorces there are, ...the more the lawyers, bailiffs ... are
doing well, more cars break down, the shortest they run, more the
garages, automakers are doing well ... logic in which each compelled to
make this calculation, trapped in these rules and this narrow view,
believe see his interest in... the degradation of the whole.
Logic of 3 for 2, of amount of business, GDP, only mathematical,
quantitative, virtual, financial of pyramidal flows in which the real
wealth of the natural world, energy and labor of men are swallowed up
and processed on, one side, in virtual financial "wealth" which
concentrate at the top, on the other in waste needed to justify this flow.
Logic which is designed not to produce goods and services to provide the
needs of men, but to produce men and increase their needs to justify
continuing to produce, sell, anything, ever more, ever more expensive,
to maximize numbers.
Logic of *destruction and depletion* of natural resources from which
EVERYTHING is made,
Logic of *pollution* by processing lines, rejection of pollutants in
nature to "save" and to maximize "profits",
Logic of *wastefulness*, *waste*, "scrappage" because which is produced
MUST be thrown, replaced to continue to manufacture and sell,
Logic of *overconsumption* of energy, transport, ... used at all stages.
Logic in which goods and services effective, durable, solid, repairable,
recyclable, the efficient appliances which provide service during
lifetime, free energy, clean, renewable ... everything that would be of
benefit to humankind, the *real savings* in raw materials, energy, human
work, anything that would generate *real and lasting wealth*, balance
and freedoms, would ruin the "economy" and is deliberately excluded!
Irrefutable mathematical logic of expansion, creating and maximizing
virtual wealth in which as less entities as possible, be paid as little
as possible, should produce as much as possible, to sell as
manyconsuming units as possible, for as expensive as possible, the
products the less sustainable as possible, to generate as much "profit"
as possible. Logic worthy of a video game of infinite world with
indisputable mathematical rules, populous with virtual entities
sacrificed to maximize a score ... but which, applied to a real world,
the real Life, a planet not expandable, not inexhaustible and round,
with a population of living things longing for peace and happiness, has
the catastrophic obvious consequences, human and ecological that we
suffer: the utopia is to believe this logic sustainable.
*It is our own responsibility, and now* to stop to apply, submit
ourselves and be forced into this absurd logic, inhuman and suicidal,
and to act the opposite way: with intelligence and humanity, in meaning
of life.
No one on the planet who has not everything to gain!
We owe it especially to new generations, our children who have nobody
else than us to count on, to whom we are solely responsible of the
future, to whom there is no sense of having given life although it must
not be beautiful and sustainable.
We owe them an friendly, clean and healthy Earth, clean air and water,
not only acceptable, a planet vast and rich of life, species, balances
as it was and should have remained. It's our own responsibility and now
to stop to stifle the life, to stop overpopulate the planet and immerse
our children in the most absurd and horrifying trap.
It is our own responsibility and now to restore their true meaning to
the words development, economy, progress, profit, profitability:
*
The development of *quality of life*, development of *common
sense*, the development of *sharing* knowledge, labor, development
of *balance*, respect, the development of science, research,
technology, inventions to increase *quality*, *efficiency*,
*recyclability*, *repairability*, *durability* of goods, services,
of everything we produce to provide for our needs.
*
The *real savings*, huge and increasing of raw materials, of
energy, of labor, of waste, arising naturally from this type of
development, intelligent, natural and *sustainable by definition
and purpose*: manufacture quality to last and serve, and not
manufacture to manufacture, spend and waste. *Savings* that in
turn result in, by the released time, the increased freedoms, more
potential for development, research and go always further in the
inventions, the maximization of services rendered, of quality of
life and minimizing use of raw materials, productions,
consumptions and waste.
*
This is the very meaning of *progress*: do more with less and not
less for more expensive, increasing all at once the knowledge,
performances, respect, freedoms, well-being of all to the
detriment of no balance and nobody. *Advancing health* is
ultimately less needing for medication. *Advancing freedom* is to
give each person, time and space healthy, natural and peaceful,
place to flourish in its own aspirations and not compel the
highest number in the minimum artificial space, toxic and alienating.
*
The *profit*, huge and growing, not virtual, centralized and
financial, but real and global, brought by the *concrete durable
wealth* generated by these synergies beneficial to all, any and on
all plans. What is free, renewable and clean is *infinitely more
profitable and beneficial* to humanity than what is limited,
expensive and polluting. Give to everything always a higher price,
is not producing wealth but impoverishing the world and ruin its
future. *Profitability* is not to succeed to sell 100 which costs
1 and lasts as shorter as possible, but on the contrary to success
with incessantly less energy, raw materials and labor of *all*, to
provide still better, efficiently and durably to all the needs of
*all*.
*2011-1-1*
From that day, decide together to implement this, transform our
individual sense of powerlessness in an inexorable collective decision
of life, future, peace, health, sharing, respect, balance , well-being:
the only acceptable overall change.
From that day, we are going to simply stop the absurd, the hypocrisy,
domination, stop destroying, poisoning, invading, plundering, but share,
affirm our intelligence and humanity, restore and respect the planetary
living balance and offer it to our children.
Do not let any party, any government, any lobby, any media lead us
astray or manipulate us: certainly those who take advantage of monstrous
injustices and current disasters and appropriated the last pockets of
paradise of that Earth will perhaps not conducive to this change, but
the entire planet is and must become a paradise for all its inhabitants.
Translate this text in as many languages as there are on our planet.
Insert it into your websites, distribute it all around the world, and
think of those who do not have free access to information. Spammers stop
degrading this valuable and unique opportunity in the history of Men
planetarily decide, communicate, exchange ideas, share knowledge,
culture, progress, universally, freely and without charge: it's the
future of humanity, the power to impose peace on those who want war,
sharing and respect for those who want to dominate and enslave.
Give this gift to ourselves and to future generations: our children who
are here, now and believe in us.
Put this logo on your t-shirts, ties, cars, ... around the Earth.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident: that Life on Earth is the
result of hundred millions of years of evolution and ongoing
contributions of millions of plant and animal species in a wonderful
balance to ensure its own durability and the source of any abundance and
availability, including that of humans. That all men are born free and
equal, that they are endowed with certain unalienable Rights, that among
these are the continuation of the Existent, life, health, freedom,
equality and the pursuit of happiness. Governments are instituted to
service men to secure these rights, and their just power is determined
by their ability to work towards this goal. That whenever any Form of
Government or Power becomes destructive of these inalienable Rights or
threatens the very foundations of their existence, the People have the
Right and the Duty to alter or to abolish it and to institute a new one,
laying its fundation on such principles that ensure their respect."
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I know now, with total certainty, that this is my favourite photo of the entire year of 2018.
Fun thing is this was far from being the final result when i first captured the base image, at 11pm, in a cold pool during a weekend getaway with a dear friend of mine, who was laughing hard and helping with my camera - as the best human tripod and assistant - while i was cold to the bone with a dress in a not heated pool.
I came home, used images from this shoot and suddenly something took over me and this happened.
To this day i am proud, i am happy and i look at this image with a certain fondness and pride.
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Art is more unease than certainty: it always contains a large element of desire. Josef Čapek, Written into the Clouds
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4121 MuzJez Jan Preisler: Žena a jezdec u Černého jezera. Olej na plátně. 1905 Woman and Rider by the Black Lake Oil on Canvas 2015 S 2454 KutnaGaler_020
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Jan Preisler (17 February 1872, Králův Dvůr– 27 April 1918, Prague) was a Czech painter and art professor.
His family worked in the local iron foundry and he attended the nearby primary schools. From an early age, he was considered to be a loner who preferred walks in the woods to playing with friends. His drawings attracted the attention of his headmaster and his parents soon received letters inviting them to send him for studies in Prague, with financial support. In 1887, at the age of fifteen, he began his studies at the School of Applied Arts, where he initially worked under František Ženíšek, but was later allowed to pursue his studies independently.
After graduating, he shared a studio with Karel Špillar. During his time at the school, he had made contact with the Mánes Union of Fine Arts and became involved in its journalistic activities. In 1896, he provided the cover for the first issue of the association's magazine Volné Směry (roughly, Free Directions) and served as its editor for several years.
He travelled to Italy in 1902, helped design the posters for the Edvard Munch exhibition of 1905 in Prague and visited Paris in 1906, where he was influenced by the work of Paul Gauguin. In 1903, he became a teacher of nude drawing at the Academy of Fine Arts and served as a Professor there from 1913 until his death.
In 1914, he married Božena Pallas, from a local family involved in the production of handicrafts. They had two children. He died of pneumonia in 1918 and was interred in the family vault.
He originally painted in a Neo-Romantic style, but later came to prefer the allegorical approach of symbolism. In the late 1890s, under the influence of Alfons Mucha and Vojtěch Preissig, he experimented with Art Nouveau. After the turn of the century, he attempted to express the ineffable and mysterious depths of the soul, filled with melancholy and desire, finding his inspiration in poetry. In addition to his canvases, he provided decorations for several buildings, including the Municipal House and the Hotel Central.
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Potential Benefits of Indian Curry spice
Many human trials are needed before we can know with any certainty how we can best use curry powder in medicine. But one thing is certain: most doctors are not, at this time, aware of the potential benefits of curry and many Americans are not aware of delicious curry dishes or curry recipes.
Curry as a supplement
The actual yellow color of curry is mostly from curcumin and other curcuminoids, which have been getting much attention by the press regarding positive research on their various health benefits.
Curry and Cognitive Function
Curry consumption and cognitive function in the elderly.
Am J Epidemiol. 2006 Nov 1;164(9):898-906. Epub 2006 Jul 26.Department of Psychological Medicine, National University of Singapore, Republic of Singapore.
Curcumin, from the curry spice turmeric, has been shown to possess potent antioxidant and antiinflammatory properties and to reduce beta-amyloid and plaque burden in experimental studies, but epidemiologic evidence is lacking. The authors investigated the association between usual curry consumption level and cognitive function in elderly Asians. In a population-based cohort (n = 1,010) of nondemented elderly Asian subjects aged 60-93 years in 2003, the authors compared Mini-Mental State Examination (MMSE) scores for three categories of regular curry consumption, taking into account known sociodemographic, health, and behavioral correlates of MMSE performance. Those who consumed curry "occasionally" and "often or very often" had significantly better MMSE scores than did subjects who "never or rarely" consumed curry. The authors reported tentative evidence of better cognitive performance from curry consumption in nondemented elderly Asians, which should be confirmed in future studies.
Curry Powder Research update
Curcumin ( from curry powder ) inhibits formation of Abeta oligomers and fibrils and binds plaques and reduces amyloid in vivo.
J Biol Chem. 2004 Dec 7. Yang F, et al. University of California Los Angeles, North Hills, CA
Alzheimer's disease involves amyloid (Abeta) accumulation, oxidative damage and inflammation, and risk is reduced with increased antioxidant and anti-inflammatory consumption. The phenolic yellow curry pigment curcumin has potent anti-inflammatory and antioxidant activities and can suppress oxidative damage, inflammation, cognitive deficits, and amyloid accumulation. These data suggest that low dose curcumin effectively disaggregates Ass as well as prevents fibril and oligomer formation, supporting the rationale for curry powder use in clinical trials preventing or treating Alzheimer's disease.
Curry ingredient fights skin cancer
The compound that makes curry yellow could help fight skin cancer. Curcumin, found in the spice turmeric, interferes with melanoma cells. Tests in laboratory dishes show that curcumin made melanoma skin cancer cells more likely to self-destruct in a process known as apoptosis. The same research team has found that curcumin helped stop the spread of breast cancer tumor cells to the lungs of mice. The curcumin suppressed two proteins that tumor cells use to keep themselves immortal. People who eat plenty of turmeric have lower rates of some cancers.
Curry for Brain Health
Curry may help protect the aging brain. It's known that long-term users of anti-inflammatory drugs have a reduced risk of developing Alzheimer's disease, although these agents can have harmful effects in the stomach, liver and kidney, limiting their use in the elderly. In a study, Dr. Tze-Pin Ng from National University of Singapore and colleagues compared scores on the Mini-Mental State Exam (MMSE) for three categories of regular curry consumption in 1,010 nondemented Asians who were between 60 and 93 years old. Most of the study subjects consumed curry at least occasionally (once every 6 months), 43 percent ate curry at least often or very often (between monthly and daily) while 16 percent said they never or rarely ate curry. People who consumed curry "occasionally" and "often or very often" had significantly better MMSE scores than did those who "never or rarely" consumed curry. "Even with the low and moderate levels of curry consumption reported by the respondents, better cognitive performance was observed," Ng and colleagues report. These results, they note, provide "the first epidemiologic evidence supporting a link between curry consumption and cognitive performance that has been suggested by a large volume of earlier experimental evidence."American Journal of Epidemiology, November 1, 2006.
Hurry for Curry - and Curcumin
I really like Indian cuisine and visit local Indian restaurants in Marina Del Rey quite frequently. So, I was glad to see a study evaluating the benefits of curcumin. Turmeric (Curcuma longa) is a plant native to south India and Indonesia. It has been used since antiquity as a condiment, as a textile dye, and as a medicine. Curcumin is the substance that gives the spice turmeric its yellow color. Curry powder which is extensively used in Indian cuisine, such as curry chicken, is largely made of turmeric.
It now appears that curcumin may be able to break up the "plaques" that mark the brains of Alzheimer's disease patients. Scientists found that curcumin was able to reduce deposits of beta-amyloid proteins in the brains of elderly lab mice that ate curcumin as part of their diets. Furthermore, when the researchers added low doses of curcumin to human beta-amyloid proteins in a test tube, the compound kept the proteins from aggregating and blocked the formation of the amyloid fibers that make up Alzheimer's plaques. Accumulation of beta-amyloid proteins in the brain is one of the hallmarks of Alzheimer's disease that leads to damage to nerve cells and the resulting loss in memory and cognitive function. Long used as part of traditional Indian medicine, curcumin is known to have some anti-cancer properties, and animal research suggests it might serve as a treatment for multiple sclerosis and cystic fibrosis. Interest in curcumin as an Alzheimer's therapy grew after studies found low rates of the disease among elderly adults in India, where curry spice is a dietary staple. Curcumin is a powerful antioxidant and has anti-inflammatory properties. And since oxidative damage and inflammation mark a number of diseases of aging - such as arthritis and the buildup of plaques in the heart's arteries - curcumin eventually may prove to be useful for a range of age-related conditions.
The LUXE Paris CERTAINTY Outfit is about quiet power and confidence that doesn’t need to be explained. The textured crop top is structured yet softened by sheer, flowing sleeves that add movement and balance to the silhouette. Paired with a fitted skirt and a clean thigh-high slit, the look feels controlled, elegant, and undeniably strong. Every detail is intentional, from the rich tones to the way the fabrics shape the body without overwhelming it. CERTAINTY isn’t about being loud or dramatic it’s about presence. It’s the kind of outfit that walks into a room knowing exactly who it is, and never feels the need to prove it.
Presidio Press Book, 2002, 322 pages, glossary of military terms, ISBN 0-7394-60005
Editorial comment:
No one in Vietnam had to tell door gunner and gunship crew chief Al Sever that the odds didn’t look good. He volunteered for the job well aware that hanging out of slow-moving choppers over hot LZs blazing with enemy fire was not conducive to a long life. But that wasn’t going to stop Specialist Sever.
Cadawalader Review:
From Da Nang to Cu Chi and the Mekong Delta, Sever spent thirty-one months in Vietnam, fighting in eleven of the war’s sixteen campaigns. Every morning when his gunship lifted off, often to the clacking and muzzle flashes of AK-47s hidden in the dawn fog, Sever knew he might not return. This raw, gritty, gut-wrenching firsthand account of American boys fighting and dying in Vietnam captures all the hell, horror, and heroism of that tragic war.In June 1966 author Al Sever graduated from high school and joined the Army. Enlisting in the military provides the individual with an important advantage over draftees; they usually get a slot in a technician school. His real motivation was to fly in a helicopter gun ship so he could experience combat as a door gunner. There was no "school" for door gunners so Sever was trained as a helicopter repair technician and shipped off to Viet Nam. After several months repairing shot up helicopters and making a nuisance of himself requesting transfers to a gun ship crew he finally achieved his goal. The vivid descriptions of his aerial combat experiences certainty add credence to the old saying "be careful what you ask for you might just get it". Like the vast majority of us "armchair warriors' I have never stepped inside a helicopter. The author's descriptive accounts of his duties and experiences as a door gunner are graphic and compelling. At some point all soldiers must reflecting upon the uncertainty combat subjects one too. The author ruminates about the ambiguous position he found himself in. It was difficult enough for the foot soldiers to tell the innocent villagers from the VC so how the hell could he make the distinction from a moving aerial perch. The old saw "kill them all and let God sort them out" or "Xin Loi" is the only answer to this anguishing conundrum. After his tour in Viet Nam Sever was returned to the United States and was discharged from the Army. He had experienced numerous aerial firefights and saw the grisly aftermath of combat. So it is somewhat amazing that after a year as a civilian he re-enlisted with the stipulation that he return to Viet-Nam and be assigned to helicopter combat squadron. Considering the attrition of gun ship crews he was extremely fortunate to have survived thirty-one months of combat duty. The helicopter played a critical role the Army's combat strategy in Viet Nam. This book helps us understand how that strategy was employed and the valiant men who carried it out. The term "Xin Loi" according to the author is the only Vietnamese phrase a lot of soldiers knew. It was the standard reply to any of the multitude of the unfathomable circumstances soldiers faced in Viet Nam. It could mean "sorry about that", "why me?" or "F#&* this place" and many others.
Maple by Robert Frost:
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel
Made Maple first take notice of her name.
She asked her father and he told her, "Maple—
Maple is right."
"But teacher told the school
There's no such name."
"Teachers don't know as much
As fathers about children, you tell teacher.
You tell her that it's M-A-P-L-E.
You ask her if she knows a maple tree.
Well, you were named after a maple tree.
Your mother named you. You and she just saw
Each other in passing in the room upstairs,
One coming this way into life, and one
Going the other out of life—you know?
So you can't have much recollection of her.
She had been having a long look at you.
She put her finger in your cheek so hard
It must have made your dimple there, and said,
'Maple.' I said it too: 'Yes, for her name.'
She nodded. So we're sure there's no mistake.
I don't know what she wanted it to mean,
But it seems like some word she left to bid you
Be a good girl—be like a maple tree.
How like a maple tree's for us to guess.
Or for a little girl to guess sometime.
Not now—at least I shouldn't try too hard now.
By and by I will tell you all I know
About the different trees, and something, too,
About your mother that perhaps may help."
Dangerous self-arousing words to sow.
Luckily all she wanted of her name then
Was to rebuke her teacher with it next day,
And give the teacher a scare as from her father.
Anything further had been wasted on her,
Or so he tried to think to avoid blame.
She would forget it. She all but forgot it.
What he sowed with her slept so long a sleep,
And came so near death in the dark of years,
That when it woke and came to life again
The flower was different from the parent seed.
It carne back vaguely at the glass one day,
As she stood saying her name over aloud,
Striking it gently across her lowered eyes
To make it go well with the way she looked.
What was it about her name? Its strangeness lay
In having too much meaning. Other names,
As Lesley, Carol, Irma, Marjorie,
Signified nothing. Rose could have a meaning,
But hadn't as it went. (She knew a Rose.)
This difference from other names it was
Made people notice it—and notice her.
(They either noticed it, or got it wrong.)
Her problem was to find out what it asked
In dress or manner of the girl who bore it.
If she could form some notion of her mother—
What she bad thought was lovely, and what good.
This was her mother's childhood home;
The house one story high in front, three stories
On the end it presented to the road.
(The arrangement made a pleasant sunny cellar.)
Her mother's bedroom was her father's still,
Where she could watch her mother's picture fading.
Once she found for a bookmark in the Bible
A maple leaf she thought must have been laid
In wait for her there. She read every word
Of the two pages it was pressed between,
As if it was her mother speaking to her.
But forgot to put the leaf back in closing
And lost the place never to read again.
She was sure, though, there had been nothing in it.
So she looked for herself, as everyone
Looks for himself, more or less outwardly.
And her self-seeking, fitful though it was,
May still have been what led her on to read,
And think a little, and get some city schooling.
She learned shorthand, whatever shorthand may
Have had to do with it--she sometimes wondered.
So, till she found herself in a strange place
For the name Maple to have brought her to,
Taking dictation on a paper pad
And, in the pauses when she raised her eyes,
Watching out of a nineteenth story window
An airship laboring with unshiplike motion
And a vague all-disturbing roar above the river
Beyond the highest city built with hands.
Someone was saying in such natural tones
She almost wrote the words down on her knee,
"Do you know you remind me of a tree--
A maple tree?"
"Because my name is Maple?"
"Isn't it Mabel? I thought it was Mabel."
"No doubt you've heard the office call me Mabel.
I have to let them call me what they like."
They were both stirred that he should have divined
Without the name her personal mystery.
It made it seem as if there must be something
She must have missed herself. So they were married,
And took the fancy home with them to live by.
They went on pilgrimage once to her father's
(The house one story high in front, three stories
On the side it presented to the road)
To see if there was not some special tree
She might have overlooked. They could find none,
Not so much as a single tree for shade,
Let alone grove of trees for sugar orchard.
She told him of the bookmark maple leaf
In the big Bible, and all she remembered
of the place marked with it—"Wave offering,
Something about wave offering, it said."
"You've never asked your father outright, have you?"
"I have, and been Put off sometime, I think."
(This was her faded memory of the way
Once long ago her father had put himself off.)
"Because no telling but it may have been
Something between your father and your mother
Not meant for us at all."
"Not meant for me?
Where would the fairness be in giving me
A name to carry for life and never know
The secret of?"
"And then it may have been
Something a father couldn't tell a daughter
As well as could a mother. And again
It may have been their one lapse into fancy
'Twould be too bad to make him sorry for
By bringing it up to him when be was too old.
Your father feels us round him with our questing,
And holds us off unnecessarily,
As if he didn't know what little thing
Might lead us on to a discovery.
It was as personal as be could be
About the way he saw it was with you
To say your mother, bad she lived, would be
As far again as from being born to bearing."
"Just one look more with what you say in mind,
And I give up"; which last look came to nothing.
But though they now gave up the search forever,
They clung to what one had seen in the other
By inspiration. It proved there was something.
They kept their thoughts away from when the maples
Stood uniform in buckets, and the steam
Of sap and snow rolled off the sugarhouse.
When they made her related to the maples,
It was the tree the autumn fire ran through
And swept of leathern leaves, but left the bark
Unscorched, unblackened, even, by any smoke.
They always took their holidays in autumn.
Once they came on a maple in a glade,
Standing alone with smooth arms lifted up,
And every leaf of foliage she'd worn
Laid scarlet and pale pink about her feet.
But its age kept them from considering this one.
Twenty-five years ago at Maple's naming
It hardly could have been a two-leaved seedling
The next cow might have licked up out at pasture.
Could it have been another maple like it?
They hovered for a moment near discovery,
Figurative enough to see the symbol,
But lacking faith in anything to mean
The same at different times to different people.
Perhaps a filial diffidence partly kept them
From thinking it could be a thing so bridal.
And anyway it came too late for Maple.
She used her hands to cover up her eyes.
"We would not see the secret if we could now:
We are not looking for it any more."
Thus had a name with meaning, given in death,
Made a girl's marriage, and ruled in her life.
No matter that the meaning was not clear.
A name with meaning could bring up a child,
Taking the child out of the parents' hands.
Better a meaningless name, I should say,
As leaving more to nature and happy chance.
Name children some names and see what you do.
History
Prehistory and Early History
The Romans hand
Traces of settlement in Puchberger valley were very sparse. Only the discovery of a mortise axe (Lochaxt) of serpentine on the Snow mountain (Schneeberg) and the of a Bronze Age dagger are known. A in common parlance as Romans Hand designated guidepost, a hand on a coat of arms, due to the form of the coat of arms probably stems from the 15th century and thus has no relation to the Romans. Rather, it may have been a founder's coat of arms of the modern era.
With certainty is provable that a Roman road had led through Puchberg, over which a lively goods transport took place. Branching off from the military road that led from Vindobona (Vienna) to the south, run a transport route from Leobersdorf over Bad Fischau, Winzendorf, Willendorf and Gruenbach to Puchberg. There this route led along the Größenberg to grassland Mamauwiese and further into the valleys Klostertal and Schwarzatal. Thus, a connection of the provinces of Pannonia and Noricum was etablished. While from the East mainly cereals and wine have been transported, from the West it was salt and wine. The Roman road in the part of the village Sonnberg still reminds this transport way.
Middle Ages - 5th to 15th century
In the area Puchberg are to be found the remains of four castles, which are proven since the high Middle Ages. In the 12th and 13th centuries Puchberg belonged to the county Pitten and thus to the Duchy of Styria. The border to the Duchy of Austria was formed by the valley Piestingtal, which was fortified with castles such as Starhemberg. The utilization as border fortresses for the military fortifications in the Puchberger basin thus was ruled out, in point of fact, those buildings have been seats of lower nobleman.
1357 the possession of Puchberg and Losenheim went to the Stuchse, the Lords of Stixenstein. On 14 April 1381, the strongholds Losenheim and Puchberg together with Stixenstein and Vöstenhof of Albero, the Stuchs of Trautmanndorf, were sold to Duke Leopold III. From 1387 to 1394 the manors by Duke Albrecht III. were pledged to Hans von Liechtenstein, but remained princely property. In those years, Stixenstein gained more and more in importance. The castle Losenheim since the 15th centry may have been left to decay, while the castle Puchberg was used until the 19th century.
The farmers from the department Puchberg had to pay their taxes to Stixenstein. From a urbary of the reign Stixenstein from the year 1500 it appears that the Puchberger farmers were delivering two thirds of cereal tithe (Getreidezehent) to Stixenstein, the provost of St. Ulrich in Wiener Neustadt was entitled to one third. Furthermore, the farmers towards the reign were committed to compulsory labour.
1488 Stixenstein was taken by Matthias Corvinus. The castle and the associated Puchberger area for a long time remained under Hungarian rule. It was not until the early 16th century, the Hungarian troops were repulsed.
With a bill of sale of December 24, 1555 Stixenstein as well as Puchberg and Losenheim came into the ownership of count Hans Hoyos; the possessions him yet previously had been pledged on 27 August 1547 by king Ferdinand. In 1595 the family Hoyos acquired Gutenstein, which became the center of the reign.
Turkish period - 17th century
Allelujahöhle (Alleluia cave)
Puchberg 1700
Wayside shrine
In the aftermath of the siege of Vienna, the Ottomans in 1683 as well came to Puchberg. The inhabitants fled to the Alleluia cave at mountain Himberg. Due to a a fire pit, the Turks became aware and they killed all in the cave present persons. Only a woman with a child who previously shelter in the cave was refused, because it was feared that the cries of the child could betray the fugitives according to legend should have survived the carnage. Yet at the beginning of the 19th century, the Schneeberg author JA Schultes is said to having been found human bones in the Allelujahöhle.
Another part of the population fled into the Taufbrunnenlucke below the Schneider trench at Schneeberg. The name is due to the fact that the children were baptized with the water of there springing source (Taufbrunnenlucke - rock formation).
The Turks ravaged in 1683 homes and the parsonage. The church record books of the year 1686 document the renovation works: historical text: "Again anew parsonage was erected, the cows got barn and shed, as well as the kitchen and the house provided. Below me Hanss Georg Mitis..." Of the residents who were not fled into the woods, kidnapped the Turks at least five married women; from the marriage record it is apparent that the Puchberger citizens Lawrence John Khikher, Mathias Khrumpökh, Simon Khern, Sebastian Hausmann and Hans Khrumpökh were allowed to marry then again. The subsquent fate of the kidnapped women is not known.
The Pest - 17th/18th Century
1679 reached the plague the neighboring communities, but spared Puchberg. Less fortunate was the Puchberger population in the year 1713 when the plague was introduced by carters, delivering boards and coal to Vienna. In the following 22 weeks, 102 people died.
The dead were buried in three places; the chapel on the Gratzenhöhe marks one of those places. On the road to Grünbach at Snow Mountain stands about 200 meters after the Puchbergerhof a shrine with the year 1713. The third burial ground is located at the so-called vices pit (Lasterhöhle) at the end of the way Neusserweges. The Plague column under the two chestnut trees at the start of Sierning road is no indication of a grave site. The column was rather erected to commemorate the victims of the plague.
According to traditions, fled the Puchberger from the plague on the Snow mountain and lived in tents. After the plague the Puchberger pledged to undertake an annual procession on the Snow mountain to a pillar of the Holy Trinity. At the point at which there was the column was later by the then owner of the hill, Graf Johann Ernst Hoyos-Sprinzenstein, the emperor stone (Kaiserstein) in memory of climbing the Snow mountain by Emperor Franz II in 1805 and 1807 erected. As 1721 in the procession the Holy Mass was read, according to a legend the communion cup fell down and the wind blew away the sacred host. From then on, the Puchberger undertook annually on Trinity Sunday a procession on the Mariahilfberg in Gutenstein.
The troops of Napoleon - 19th century
Puchberg around the year 1790 (Josephinian land survey)
In 1805 and 1809, smaller military units of the troops of Napoleon billeted here. During the armistice in 1809, 306 men cavalry were stationed for 18 days in Puchberg. The troops had to be supplied by the local population.
During this time, there were neither attacks on the population, yet was damaged by the French property of Puchberger. Only one incident in the butcher's house during this time brought unrest into the small village, when a French soldier came to the threshing floor, where threshing was just on. For unknown reasons between the French soldier and the threshers broke out a dispute that ended after a vehement gesticulation in a bloody brawl. The commander of the French about the treatment of his soldier was so incensed that he threatened to put the place in ruins. The threshers escaped punishment by fleeing on the Himberg from where they came back again after the withdrawal of the soldiers.
. . . who would soon be hauled off the steps of the US Supreme Court and taken to jail for a peaceable protest against the death penalty. I took most of the photos that follow, with three exceptions, which I identify in each case. We were gathered here, as we have every five years for the last 20 years, to protest the death penalty and subject ourselves to the certainty of arrest. We also demonstrate to protest the law which restricts freedom of speech upon the steps of the court. I had the large banner that we would soon unfurl underneath my jacket. folded and wound around my body. The vertically challenged gal to the left (Rachel) is someone I've been good friends with for awhile, and after getting out of jail, we would take a brief trip to Florida together.
Why am I against executions? There are many reasons, but one thing they all have in common is that they ARE based on reason which is something the other side of this argument cannot claim. I'm not putting proponents down (after all, as humans we are all subject to our emotions overriding our reason at times), I'm just stating a fact. As an example of this, one of the primary arguments used by defenders of this arcane measure is that it deters crime. Certainly if one gives a superficial examination of the issue, it would seem to make sense that the threat of capitol punishment would tend to dampen ones enthusiasm for killing another human being. But the question isn't really whether it deters murder, but whether it deters more effectively than the threat of imprisonment. There is no credible evidence that it does, while some of the most sophisticated studies of this question have shown indications that it has a brutalizing effect--i.e., that murders are, statistically, slightly more likely in states where capitol punishment is used when other variables are accounted for. Looked at through the rosiest of death-penalty-friendly glasses, at best the studies are inconclusive--yet this in no way diminishes their enthusiasm for this argument. And so it is with all of their arguments--save one which I will get to later.
So, again--why am I against the death penalty (DP)? One of the often proffered reasons mentioned by those in my camp is that it costs more (another false argument of the pro-death: it saves taxpayer money). This is yet another thing that a casual look at the issue will lead you think one way, but a hard, detailed look will reveal just the opposite. Study after study has shown that when all costs are accounted for, the DP is more expensive then life in prison (when life is the penalty sought from the beginning). There are NO studies that show the opposite. The only variable in those studies is how large the difference is in these two approaches. The range has varied between 1.5 to 4 times more for a capitol case than a case where prison is the option. Why? It's complicated, but most of the difference is the result of the original capitol trial costing many times more than the alternative—because of all of the supposed safeguards built into a DP trial (including the fact that in the case of the DP , there are two trials—one to determine guilt or innocence, and one to determine penalty). So!--you have a system that costs much more and cannot demonstrate any greater effectiveness than the alternative.
Looking no further than these two issues, one would think that conservatives in particular would decide to opt out of the DP as it's a prime example of what they see as the major problem of government: spending huge amounts of money on ineffective policy. But conservatives, in general, are the leading proponents of capitol punishment, though to be sure, there are plenty of liberals who support the measure. To me, however, these aren't even the most powerful arguments in favor of alternatives.
One of the strongest arguments against the practice is the issue of innocence. I believe that most people, if they really looked at this possibility, it would cause the majority to conclude that this was something we could and should live without. Very few have the courage to actually examine this aspect of the penalty closely, however, because to do so would open one up to a degree of horror far in excess of anything ever conveyed by Hitchcock or any other filmmaker. To protect themselves from such an experience, proponents engage in wholesale denial, insisting that the system does an excellent job of insuring that such a grotesque miscarriage of justice does not occur. And if it did?—well, first of all, it would never happen, but if it did, that would be terrible, but everything we do in life entails risk and this is a risk—a risk so minuscule as to be unimportant—that society should accept for the betterment of that society. Okay. First of all, there is nothing to indicate that the DP does anything to better society (in fact, it does the opposite)—but that aside, here's an exercise: Think about the person you love more than any other in this world. Think about all the things you love about this person whatever they might be—their sense of humor, that look they give you when they think you've gone temporarily off the deep end, their laugh, those eyes, the way they cry at the same moment you do in “Casablanca”—whatever it might be. And now imagine them sitting on death row awaiting their fate, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, year by year—and you're helpless to do anything to save them. It would be horrible enough—unthinkably horrible—if you knew them to be guilty. But if you knew them to be innocent? If you can imagine—REALLY imagine—your loved one staring at their last meal, unable to take a single bite even though they had lost 30 pounds over the previous two months as they worried about this moment—REALLY imagine the DP team arriving to open his or her cell—REALLY imagine this treasured person being strapped down and asked if he or she had any last words before they were injected with poison . . . any human being with a soul could not imagine this and still support the DP—not if they actually allowed all of the emotions involved in this process to sit with them awhile. Unless, of course, they cloaked themselves in denial and refused to believe an innocent person could ever be executed. But innocent people ARE sentenced to death. There have been 162 individuals who have been released from death row since the DP was reinstated in 1976 based at least in part on evidence of innocence. And many of these demonstrated their innocence not as a result of “The System” but in spite of it—a dogged reporter digging into the evidence or a family member or friend, or perhaps the work of the Innocence Project or the confession of the real killer. I have had occasion to meet several exonerees over the past 25 years and their stories are, to say the least, harrowing. Anyone who thinks that justice was served due to their being released suffers from a lack of imagination. PTSD (and to often substance abuse) dog most these individuals throughout the rest of their lives.
And if an innocent person can be sentenced to death—then an innocent person can be put to death. It's happened. It will happen again. It won't be YOUR loved one, but it most certainly will be someone else's. I can say with absolute certainty, that no one would support the DP if it meant their husband or mother would be executed for a crime they did not commit. What kind of morality says it's okay as long as it's someone else's loved one?
But even this isn't the main reason I oppose the DP. I oppose it less for what it does to the perpetrator (or even the innocent convicted of being that perpetrator), then for what it does to us—to society. Even for the majority who never are touched by this remnant of our barbaric past and rarely even think about it, its effect penetrates their lives like an invisible miasma. Just having this “tool” on the books demonstrates clearly that we as a society do not ultimately value such supposed ideals as mercy, compassion and nonviolence and that at our core, vengeance, hatred and violence are the “attributes” we truly extol. If we ever hope to advance as a species, then we will have to turn away from hatred and revenge and give up the tool of violence. If we do not, we will not survive.
So the question for me is, what kind of society do we want? If you want a society dedicated to fueling the cycle of violence and hatred, than you'll opt for capitol punishment. If your aim is higher, if you listen to the “better angels of our nature” you'll opt out.
Google, Apple, Inter-IKEA Group and McDonald's would welcome more clarity and certainty about their tax liabilities in the EU, but they are concerned about the administrative compliance costs and reluctant to see tax data being made public. So said their representatives at a public hearing, held by Parliament's Special Committee on Tax Rulings II on Tuesday, to elicit their views on recent and upcoming proposed legislation on corporate tax.
MEPs were keen to hear the multinational companies' views on the proposed directive against base erosion and profit shifting (anti-BEPS), which follows an agreement struck at OECD and G20 levels. They specifically asked about the proposed requirement for country-by-country reporting of profits, taxes and subsidies and whether such information should be made public.
But the anticipated common consolidated corporate tax base (CCCTB) and company specific tax structures - such as Google's “Bermuda” structure, IKEA's “royalties” one, Apple's tax arrangements in Ireland and McDonalds' franchises – were also subject to intense debate.
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these are not really photos, but i think theses pictures go
directly in your direction too and have to be known
I hope you will contribute to success this decisive action: together we can.
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2011-1-1
The day of change
Nobody ignore the worrying state of the planet anymore, Life on Earth,
either in terms of the terrible human suffering and misery, or global
climate disaster, environmental, health state, long time threats which
have become active realities.
Each passing day we destroy a little more life around the world, we
assassinate forests, oceans, dry the Dead Sea, destroy entire species
result of millions of years of evolution, dump millions of tons of
pollutants that accumulate, concentrate and spare no area of the globe
and poisoning any life.
Each day that passes, we are increasing the world population, we are
depleting more "natural resources", we sink deeper into a deadlock and
reduce our chances of escape.
Each passing day the rich get richer, the poor poorer and more likely
every day that passes we give life a higher price than fewer people can
afford.
Every day that passes, we wipe out a little more surely the future of
our children, however, totally innocent of this situation and to whom we
owe all the opposite. Wether we have or have not thought about it before
making them, what is happening, what we do or let do is the legacy that
we leave them: it is a certainty of disaster and suffering closer and
closer. *It is our own responsibility, and now* to change it to a gift
because Life have to be one.
In the current world state and its degradation accelerating, it is not
even certain that an immediate, radical and optimal change of attitude
allows humanity to avoid the consequences of disordered committed but
it's our only room for maneuver.
Do nothing, stay confident is being the one who, falling from the 50th
floor, said one meter above the ground, "so far, so good"; it's perhaps
to hope to avoid the worst but it's leaving care to our children to know
it. It's not on the edge of the abyss that we have to think of changing
course, those who run the bus will probably have left it before and
enjoy the speed, but the passengers are our children.
Humanity has exceeded a point that it would even never reach: even
though a large majority of people already live in an inhuman misery, we
use what we call the natural "resources" beyond their threshold of
renewal, destroy priceless treasures, poison that remains and continue
to emphasize the extent of the disaster.
Even in the "rich" countries, the most "developed", each passing day we
learn and accustom our children to live in more violence, pollution,
nuisance, traffic congestion, injustice, inequality , instability, in
less freedom, less space, less health, less humanity, we are at the
opposite of progress, the *true development* of civilizations. If we
allow this, what is the meaning of giving them life, this life?
The growing awareness worldwide of the seriousness of the situation goes
hand in hand with our individual feeling of powerlessness to change "the
course of things" as if all this was inevitable when *we are yet the
only collectively single responsibles!*
The terrifying absurdity of this situation is matched only by that of
the "logic" which generates it and that we use and maintain, either
voluntarily or forced, in our life, our daily work:
logic in which, the more diseases and ill people there are, the more the
doctors, the pharmaceutical industry, ... are doing well, the more
conflicts, divorces there are, ...the more the lawyers, bailiffs ... are
doing well, more cars break down, the shortest they run, more the
garages, automakers are doing well ... logic in which each compelled to
make this calculation, trapped in these rules and this narrow view,
believe see his interest in... the degradation of the whole.
Logic of 3 for 2, of amount of business, GDP, only mathematical,
quantitative, virtual, financial of pyramidal flows in which the real
wealth of the natural world, energy and labor of men are swallowed up
and processed on, one side, in virtual financial "wealth" which
concentrate at the top, on the other in waste needed to justify this flow.
Logic which is designed not to produce goods and services to provide the
needs of men, but to produce men and increase their needs to justify
continuing to produce, sell, anything, ever more, ever more expensive,
to maximize numbers.
Logic of *destruction and depletion* of natural resources from which
EVERYTHING is made,
Logic of *pollution* by processing lines, rejection of pollutants in
nature to "save" and to maximize "profits",
Logic of *wastefulness*, *waste*, "scrappage" because which is produced
MUST be thrown, replaced to continue to manufacture and sell,
Logic of *overconsumption* of energy, transport, ... used at all stages.
Logic in which goods and services effective, durable, solid, repairable,
recyclable, the efficient appliances which provide service during
lifetime, free energy, clean, renewable ... everything that would be of
benefit to humankind, the *real savings* in raw materials, energy, human
work, anything that would generate *real and lasting wealth*, balance
and freedoms, would ruin the "economy" and is deliberately excluded!
Irrefutable mathematical logic of expansion, creating and maximizing
virtual wealth in which as less entities as possible, be paid as little
as possible, should produce as much as possible, to sell as
manyconsuming units as possible, for as expensive as possible, the
products the less sustainable as possible, to generate as much "profit"
as possible. Logic worthy of a video game of infinite world with
indisputable mathematical rules, populous with virtual entities
sacrificed to maximize a score ... but which, applied to a real world,
the real Life, a planet not expandable, not inexhaustible and round,
with a population of living things longing for peace and happiness, has
the catastrophic obvious consequences, human and ecological that we
suffer: the utopia is to believe this logic sustainable.
*It is our own responsibility, and now* to stop to apply, submit
ourselves and be forced into this absurd logic, inhuman and suicidal,
and to act the opposite way: with intelligence and humanity, in meaning
of life.
No one on the planet who has not everything to gain!
We owe it especially to new generations, our children who have nobody
else than us to count on, to whom we are solely responsible of the
future, to whom there is no sense of having given life although it must
not be beautiful and sustainable.
We owe them an friendly, clean and healthy Earth, clean air and water,
not only acceptable, a planet vast and rich of life, species, balances
as it was and should have remained. It's our own responsibility and now
to stop to stifle the life, to stop overpopulate the planet and immerse
our children in the most absurd and horrifying trap.
It is our own responsibility and now to restore their true meaning to
the words development, economy, progress, profit, profitability:
*
The development of *quality of life*, development of *common
sense*, the development of *sharing* knowledge, labor, development
of *balance*, respect, the development of science, research,
technology, inventions to increase *quality*, *efficiency*,
*recyclability*, *repairability*, *durability* of goods, services,
of everything we produce to provide for our needs.
*
The *real savings*, huge and increasing of raw materials, of
energy, of labor, of waste, arising naturally from this type of
development, intelligent, natural and *sustainable by definition
and purpose*: manufacture quality to last and serve, and not
manufacture to manufacture, spend and waste. *Savings* that in
turn result in, by the released time, the increased freedoms, more
potential for development, research and go always further in the
inventions, the maximization of services rendered, of quality of
life and minimizing use of raw materials, productions,
consumptions and waste.
*
This is the very meaning of *progress*: do more with less and not
less for more expensive, increasing all at once the knowledge,
performances, respect, freedoms, well-being of all to the
detriment of no balance and nobody. *Advancing health* is
ultimately less needing for medication. *Advancing freedom* is to
give each person, time and space healthy, natural and peaceful,
place to flourish in its own aspirations and not compel the
highest number in the minimum artificial space, toxic and alienating.
*
The *profit*, huge and growing, not virtual, centralized and
financial, but real and global, brought by the *concrete durable
wealth* generated by these synergies beneficial to all, any and on
all plans. What is free, renewable and clean is *infinitely more
profitable and beneficial* to humanity than what is limited,
expensive and polluting. Give to everything always a higher price,
is not producing wealth but impoverishing the world and ruin its
future. *Profitability* is not to succeed to sell 100 which costs
1 and lasts as shorter as possible, but on the contrary to success
with incessantly less energy, raw materials and labor of *all*, to
provide still better, efficiently and durably to all the needs of
*all*.
*2011-1-1*
From that day, decide together to implement this, transform our
individual sense of powerlessness in an inexorable collective decision
of life, future, peace, health, sharing, respect, balance , well-being:
the only acceptable overall change.
From that day, we are going to simply stop the absurd, the hypocrisy,
domination, stop destroying, poisoning, invading, plundering, but share,
affirm our intelligence and humanity, restore and respect the planetary
living balance and offer it to our children.
Do not let any party, any government, any lobby, any media lead us
astray or manipulate us: certainly those who take advantage of monstrous
injustices and current disasters and appropriated the last pockets of
paradise of that Earth will perhaps not conducive to this change, but
the entire planet is and must become a paradise for all its inhabitants.
Translate this text in as many languages as there are on our planet.
Insert it into your websites, distribute it all around the world, and
think of those who do not have free access to information. Spammers stop
degrading this valuable and unique opportunity in the history of Men
planetarily decide, communicate, exchange ideas, share knowledge,
culture, progress, universally, freely and without charge: it's the
future of humanity, the power to impose peace on those who want war,
sharing and respect for those who want to dominate and enslave.
Give this gift to ourselves and to future generations: our children who
are here, now and believe in us.
Put this logo on your t-shirts, ties, cars, ... around the Earth.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident: that Life on Earth is the
result of hundred millions of years of evolution and ongoing
contributions of millions of plant and animal species in a wonderful
balance to ensure its own durability and the source of any abundance and
availability, including that of humans. That all men are born free and
equal, that they are endowed with certain unalienable Rights, that among
these are the continuation of the Existent, life, health, freedom,
equality and the pursuit of happiness. Governments are instituted to
service men to secure these rights, and their just power is determined
by their ability to work towards this goal. That whenever any Form of
Government or Power becomes destructive of these inalienable Rights or
threatens the very foundations of their existence, the People have the
Right and the Duty to alter or to abolish it and to institute a new one,
laying its fundation on such principles that ensure their respect."
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John (sorry if I get his name wrong as I can't recall with much certainty) hails from Wales and has been traveling all over Asia. To support himself he paints, and his subjects vary, anything that he finds interesting. For the past few years he has set up a small shop cum gallery cum his apartment near Jonker Street, Melaka. And he was kind enough to post for a portrait.
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“Philosophy, though unable to tell us with certainty what is the true answer to the doubts which it raises, is able to suggest many possiblities which enlarge our thoughts and free them from the tyranny of custom. Thus, while diminishing our feeling of certainty as to what things are, it greatly increases our knowledge as to what the may be; it removes the somewhat arrogant dogmatism of those who have never travelled into the region of liberating doubt, and it keeps alive our sense of wonder by showing familar things in an unfamilar aspect”
― Bertrand Russell, The Problems of Philosophy
I have been to St Mary of Charity before. But that was many years ago.
Back then, I took three shots inside. I took 300 today.
St Mary is a huge church with a Victorian tower with the most amazing spire, which makes it visible from just about all over the town.
Faversham is best know as being home to Shepherd Neame brewery, it claims to the England's oldest surviving brewer.
The town sits on the edge of the Swale, with a large expanse of marshes and creeks between the town and open water.
We parked on wide Abbey Street, and while Jools went shopping, I walked along side the old brewery buildings to the church, with the tower and spire staight ahead along a street of terraced houses.
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An extraordinary building comprising a medieval chancel and transepts, eighteenth-century nave and nineteenth-century tower and spire. Despite heavy-handed restorations of the nineteenth century - by Sir George Gilbert Scott and Ewan Christian in 1873 - which have resulted in loss of character, there is much to see. The fourteenth-century transepts are aisled - a most unusual feature in an ordinary parish church. The medieval authorities probably decided to invest in a lavish building to counteract the pulling power of the famous abbey which stood to the east. One of the pillars of the north transept has a series of contemporary small paintings of biblical scenes. You are advised to take a pair of binoculars to see them to advantage. The stalls in the chancel have misericords with a good selection of carved armrests, and there is also a crypt and an unforgettable east window of 1911.
www.kentchurches.info/church.asp?p=Faversham+1
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THE PARISH AND TOWN OF FAVERSHAM.
CALLED, according to Lambarde, in Saxon, Fafresham, and Fafresfeld, in the record of Domesday, Favershant, and in some few others, Fefresham.
THE PARISH lies adjoining to the high London road southward at the 47th mile-stone, and extends to the creek on the opposite side of the town, the houses on the south side of which reach to within two hundred yards of the road, whence there is a good view into it.
The parish includes the north side of the London road from the above mile-stone westward, almost as far as the summit of Judde-hill, and the liberties of the town extend as far of this space westward as the rivulet in Ospringe street. Thus this parish intervenes, and entirely separates that part of Ospringe parish, at the northern boundary of it, in which are the storekeeper's house of the royal mills, and part of the offices and gardens belonging to it, and some of the mills themselves, and in the town likewise, Ospringe parish again intervening, there is a small part of West-street which is within that parish. At the east end of Ospringe-street, though within Faversham parish, and the liberties of the town, close to the high London road, there is a handsome new-built house, erected not many years since by Mr.Bonnick Lypyeatt, who resided in it till his death in 1789. He left two daughters his coheirs, one of whom married Mr.C.Brooke, of London, and the other Captain Gosselin, of the Life-guards. It is now occupied by John Mayor, esq.
¶The rest, or northern part of the parish lies very low, and adjoins the marshes, of which there is a very large tract. The country here is a fine extended level, the fields of a considerable size, and mostly unincumbered with trees or hedgerows, the lands being perhaps as fertile and as highly cultivated as any within this county, being part of that fruitful value extending almost from Sittingborne to Boughton Blean, so often taken notice of before. The grounds adjoining the upper parts of the town are mostly hop plantations, of a rich and kindly growth, but several of them have lately given place to those of fruit. About twenty years ago the cultivation of madder was introduced here, and many induced by the prospect of great gains, made plantations of it at a very considerable expence, and a mill was erected for the purpose of grinding the roots, but from various disappointments, and unforeseen disadvantages, the undertakers of it were deterred from prosecuting the growth of it, and I believe they have for some time entirely discontinued it.
At the south-east extremity of this parish, as well as in other particular parts of this county, there are several chalk-pits, the most noted of these being called Hegdale pit, of a great depth, which though narrow at the top, yet more inward are very capacious, having, as it were, distinct rooms, supported by pillars of chalk. Several opinions have been formed concerning the intent and use of them, some that they were formed by the digging of chalk, for the building of the abbey, as well as afterwards from time to time, for the manuring of the neighbouring lands; others that the English Saxons might dig them, for the same uses that the Germans did, from whom they were descended, who made use of them, according to Tacitus, as a refuge in winter, as a repository for their corn, and as a place of security, for themselves, their families, and their property, from the searches of their enemies. (fn. 1)
Near the west end of the bridge, opposite the storekeeper's house of the royal powder-mills, there is a strong chalybeate spring, which on trial has been proved to be nearly equal to those of Tunbridge Wells. (fn. 2)
In the year 1774, a most remarkable fish, called mola salviani, orthe sun-fish, was caught on Faversham Flats, which weighed about nineteen pounds and a half, and was about two feet diameter. It is a fish very rarely seen in our narrow seas. (fn. 3)
THE TOWN ITSELF, and so much of the parish as is within the bounds of the corporation, is subject to the liberties of it, and of the cinque ports, and is exempt from the jurisdiction of the hundred of Faversham; but the rest of the parish, together with the rectory, is within the liberties of that hundred, which has been always esteemed as appurtenant to the manor of Faversham.
Although from the several discoveries which have been made of Roman antiquities in this neighbourhood, it is plain, that it could not be unknown to that nation, during their stay in this island, yet there is no mention made of this place by any writer during that period; and it seems, even in the time of the Saxons, to have been a place of but little consequence, notwithstanding it was then a part of the royal demesnes, as appears by a charter of Cenulph, king of Mercia, anno 812, wherein it is stiled the king's little town of Fefresham; and in one of Athelwolf, king of the West Saxons and of Kent, anno 839, where it is said to be made, only, in villa de Faverisham. However, it was of note sufficient, perhaps as being the king's estate, even in the time of king Alfred, at the first division of this county into those smaller districts, to give name to the hundred in which it is situated. Lambarde, Camden, and Leland say, that king Athelstan held a parliament, or meeting of his wife menat Faversham, about the year 903, (no doubt for 930) in which several laws were enacted. (fn. 8)
FAVERSHAM continued part of the antient demesnes of the crown of this realm at the time of the taking of the general survey of Domesday, in which it is entered, under the general title of Terra Regis, that is, the king's antient demesne, as follows:
In the lath of Wivarlet, in Favreshant hundred, king William holds Favreshant. It was taxed at seven sulings. The arable land is seventeen carucates. In demesne there are two. There are thirty villeins, with forty borderers, having twenty-four carucates. There are five servants, and one mill of twenty shillings, and two acres of meadow. Wood for the pannage of one hundred hogs, and of the pasture of the wood thirty-one shillings and two pence. A market of four pounds, and two salt-pits of three shillings and two-pence, and in the city of Canterbury, there are three houses of twenty-pence belonging to this manor. In the whole value, in the time of king Edward the Confessor, it was worth sixty pounds all but five shillings, and afterwards sixty pounds, and now it is worth four times twenty pounds.
¶The manor of Faversham, with the hundred appurtenant to it, remained part of the possessions of the crown till about the beginning of king Stephen's reign, when it was granted to William de Ipre, a foreigner, whom, for his faithful services against the empress Maud, the king, in his 7th year, created Earl of Kent; but within a few years afterwards, resolving to found an abbey here, he, with his queen Matilda, about the year 1147, exchanged the manor of Lillechirch, and other premises, for this manor and hundred, where they, at the latter end of that year, or the beginning of the year after, founded an abbey at a small distance from the town of Faversham, on the north-east side of it, for the space where Court, or Ab bey-street now stands was then unbuilt, and this was therefore, in the reign of Edward III. distinguished by the name of the New Town, as the rest of it, built before, was by that of the Old Town, and they appointed Clarembald, the prior of Bermondsey, to be abbot of this new foundation, which was dedicated to St. Saviour, and for their support, the king granted to him and the monks of it, twelve of whom had been removed with Clarembald for this purpose from Bermondsey, which priory was of the order of Clugni, the manor of Faversham, with its appurtenances, and other premises, in perpetual alms, with many liberties, as may be further seen in the charter itself. (fn. 9)
HE TOWN OF FAVERSHAM is within the limits of the cinque ports, being esteemed as a limb or member of the town of Dover, one of those ports. Of what antiquity these ports and antient towns are, when enfranchised, or at what times their members were annexed to them, has not been as yet, with any certainty, discovered; and, therefore, they are held to enjoy all their earliest liberties and privileges, as time out of mind, and by prescription.
It is, however certain, that at the time of king Edward the Consessor, the five ports were enfranchised with divers liberties, privileges, and customs, peculiar to themselves; for the better conducting of which they had the establishment of one grand court, called the court of Shipway, from its being almost always held at a place of that name near Hyth; in which the general business relating to the whole community was transacted before the warden, as principal and chief over them. Nevertheless, though they acted here jointly, like a county palatine as to the government, for the desence of the liberty of the whole, yet every particular corporation in each town acted severally and distinctly, according to its own privileges, charters, and customs within their own particular limits, without any controul or interference from this court, or the rest of the community. (fn. 20)
The five ports, as being from their situation most exposed to the depredations of enemies, were first incorporated for their own mutual defence, and were afterwards endowed with great privileges, for the public desence of the nation, and the king's service. The force they were enjoined to raise and keep in residence for this purpose was fifty-seven ships, properly furnished and accoutred for a certain number of days, to be ready at the king's summons, at their own charge, and if the state of affairs required their assistance any longer, they were paid by the crown. But because the expence was in after times found to be too burthensome for these five ports, several other towns were added as members to them, that they might bear a part of the charge, for which they were recompenced with a participation of their privileges and immunities. All which were confirmed to them by Magna Charta, by the name of the barons of the five ports, and again by one general charter by king Edward I. which, by inspeximus, has received confirmation, and sometimes additions, from most of the succeeding kings and queens of this realm.
¶FAVERSHAM, stiled both a town and a port at different times in antient records, isa corporation by prescription. In the oldest charter now remaining, which is that of the 36th year of king Henry III. wherein the members of it are stiled, according to the usual language of those times, barons, that is freemen, there is contained a confirmation of all their former antient rights and privileges. In the 42d year of the above reign, which is as far as can be traced by evidence, the jurisdiction of this town was then in a mayor or alderman, and twelve jurats. In a charter of Edward I. the barons of it are acknowledged to have done good services to him and his predecessors, kings of England; and in the 21st year of that reign, there is an entry of the mayor and jurats assembling in their hallmote, or portmote-court, as it is elsewhere called, together with the lord abbot's steward, and there sealing a fine with the town's seal, of a messuage and garden in Faversham, according to the use and custom of the court, by which it is evident, that this court was of some antiquity at that time. (fn. 21)
Faversham is within the ECCLESIASTICAL JURISDICTION of the diocese of Canterbury, and deanry of Ospringe.
The church, which stands close to the east side of the town, was dedicated to the assumption of our lady of Faversham. It is built in the form of a cross, of flints, with quoins of ashler stone. It had, until 1755, when it was taken down, a large square castellated tower in the middle of it, and there remains now another low tower at the north side of the west front, upon which is erected a frame of timber, covered with shingles. So long ago as king Henry the VIIth.'s reign, there seems to have been no steeple to this church, for in 1464, Edward Thomasson, of this town, gave sixty pounds towards the edifying of a new one to it; (fn. 31) and of later time, James Lawson, esq. a wealthy inhabitant of this town, who died in 1794, gave by his will 1000l. for the same purpose, with this sum, together with 500l. given by the corporation, and the remainder payable by a rate, a steeple, seventy-three feet high above the tower, with pinnacles at each corner of it, on the plan of St. Dunstan's in the East, has been erected, and is now nearly compleated, at the expence of 2500l.
Behind the tower, within the outer walls, is a strong timbered room, formerly called the tresory, in which, before the reformation, were carefully deposited the goods and ornaments of the church; over it was the chamber for the sextons. On the south side of the west front is a room, formerly open to the church, in which was taught reading and writing; under it is a neat chapel, with stone arches, supported by three pillars in the middle. Over the south porch there is another stone room, the window of which is grated with strong iron bars.
Mr. Henry Hatch, whose extensive charity to this town has already been mentioned, by will in 1533, gave a sum of money, at the discretion of the mayor, and his brethren, in making a new jewel-house for this church.
In 1440 there were placed in it five new bells, and in 1459 a sixth was added; these remained till 1749, when they were cast into a new peal of eight.
The church seems to have been built in the latter end of the reign of Edward I. or the beginning of the reign of Edward II. by a silver penny of one of those kings being found under the basis of one of the piers, which supported the middle tower. In the east window of the great chancel, were some time since remaining two shields of arms, viz. Gules, two lions passant-guardant, or a label of five points, azure; and Argent, a lion rampant, sable, within a bordure of the second, bezante.
In the year 1754, the body of the church, as well as the roof of it, on a survey, being deemed in a dangerous state, a faculty was obtained to pull it down, which was accordingly done, under the plan and directions of Mr. George Dance, of London, architect, at the expence of 2300l. besides which, 400l. was afterwards expended in an organ, and 100l. more in other ornaments, and ninety pounds in improving the great chancel, which through age was become very unsightly; so that the whole of it is now made equal to, if not the most elegant and spacious, of any parish church in this county, and is extensive and spacious enough to afford convenient room for all the parishioners of it.
¶When this church was new built, and the body and isles new paved, the grave-stones, many of which were antient, with brasses on them, were removed from the places where they lay, to other open and consipicuous parts of it. Among the monuments were those for Henry Hatche, merchant adventurer, 1533; Thomas Mendfield, 1614, John Fagg, esq. 1508, and one for Thomas Southouse, esq. 1558, who wrote the Monas tion Favershamiense. Both monuments and epitaphs are by far too numerous to insert in this place, they may be found at large in Weever's Funeral Monuments, in Lewis's Appendix to his History of Faversham Abbey, and in Harris's History of Kent. Besides which there is in the Appendix to Jacob's History of Faversham, a chronological list of such persons as have been known to have been buried in it.
This church measures from east to west, including the chancel, one hundred and sixty feet, the width of the body sixty five feet; the length of the isles from north to south one hundred and twenty-four feet, and their width forty-six feet.
Before the reformation, besides the high altar in the great chancel, there were two chapels, one dedicated to the Holy Trinity, and the other to St. Thomas, and there were several altars in the isles and chancels.
Google, Apple, Inter-IKEA Group and McDonald's would welcome more clarity and certainty about their tax liabilities in the EU, but they are concerned about the administrative compliance costs and reluctant to see tax data being made public. So said their representatives at a public hearing, held by Parliament's Special Committee on Tax Rulings II on Tuesday, to elicit their views on recent and upcoming proposed legislation on corporate tax.
MEPs were keen to hear the multinational companies' views on the proposed directive against base erosion and profit shifting (anti-BEPS), which follows an agreement struck at OECD and G20 levels. They specifically asked about the proposed requirement for country-by-country reporting of profits, taxes and subsidies and whether such information should be made public.
But the anticipated common consolidated corporate tax base (CCCTB) and company specific tax structures - such as Google's “Bermuda” structure, IKEA's “royalties” one, Apple's tax arrangements in Ireland and McDonalds' franchises – were also subject to intense debate.
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More delicious blood, ahem, cherry juice.
Again, what would my therapist say? Haha. :P
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When did this certainty become certain?
I didn’t notice it emerge.
But now it plays in my garden
And laughs when I wonder at its presence.
I fell asleep again at the airport
And had strange dreams of our distortion,
Just like an elastic band we snapped back,
Almost the same, but devoid of something.
Like a used car, just not the same
As a first time ride in a new model.
We’ll sup up the engine and spray paint
Our frames. And fool a few.
Time will sweep us away
To our tomorrows.
That’s as certain as anything.
I’ll turn away to stack my socks.
And you will get bored.
- Sleeping In Airports, by Laoibhse Ni Canain
The Marsh Tit (Poecile palustris) is bird listed as Red Status by the RSPB. Red is the highest conservation priority, with species needing urgent action.
The Marsh Tit and Willow Tit are very similar, and the only way to tell them apart with a high degree of certainty is by their call. There are other subtle differences, and the Marsh Tit usually has a white mark on it's bill, and a glossy black cap. Both can be seen in my photograph.
If Marsh Tits find a good food supply, they may start to hoard seeds, burying and hiding them for a rainy day. Their hippocampus (the part of their brain which specialises in remembering things) is large, and bigger than other Tit's.
Best viewed as large as possible :)
Thank you for all your kind comments, faves, and invites and I hope you all have an enjoyable UN International Day of Happiness! :)
All I know with certainty is the words “Daddy’s watch” was written in my dad’s handwriting on the outside of the box where the watch was stored. The box with the watch was among the items I inherited after my dad died in 2012. I keep it in a display dome on my desk at the house. The surface that the watch is displayed on is an old arial photograph of the northwest corner of the section of land my grandfather owned and the place where all of his eight children, including my dad, were born. It shows the house, garage, barns, and machine shed. After WWII my dad took over the operation of this farm, married my mom, and had three children. I am the youngest of his three. I lived here until 1960 when I was almost eight years old. The watch still works but keeps time poorly by modern standards.
if America wants to maintain the primacy of democracy in the world and represent its "arsenal" as already done in the past which is honored and respected, today it must fight for those same values. The current administration in office (on whose certainty of vote there are doubts) is unable to keep America as a beacon in the world as civilization, dignity and respect for the values of democracy.
We have 2 enemies named China & Russia.
If we want to be free we need to fight: the EU and the US should fight with the Ukrainians avoiding what already happened in Hungary in 1956 and in Czechoslovakia in 1967 where people did not act out of laziness with the excuse that human dignity can be trampled on if beyond the borders! Wake up America!
ITALIAN VERSION
se l'America vuole mantenere il primato della democrazia nel mondo e rappresentarne "l'arsenale" come già fatto nel passato a cui si rende onore e rispetto, oggi deve combattere per quegli stessi valori. L'attuale amministrazione in carica (sulla cui certezza di voto ci sono dubbi) non è capace di mantenere l'America faro nel mondo come civilità, dignità e rispetto dei valori della democrazia.
Abbiamo 2 nemici che si chiamano Cina & Russia.
Se vogliamo essere liberi serve battersi: Ue e Usa dovrebbero combattere con gli Ucraini evitando quanto già accaduto in Ungheria nel 1956 e in Cecoslovacchia nel 1967 dove non si agì per pigrizia con la scusa che la dignità umana può essere calpestata se oltre la frontiere! Sveglia America!
I say to myself sometimes: I have too many certainties. Having too many certainties may stop questions from emerging before they are even formulated whereas to live the questions is a source of fruitfulness. Rilke wrote to a young poet: ‘For now, only live your questions. Perhaps simply by living them you will find yourself entering imperceptibly, some day, into the answers.’ I reproach myself sometimes for not sufficiently living the questions, for cutting them off too quickly with answers. Under these conditions, they might only be the answers to the questions of the day before yesterday, or yesterday, but maybe not answers to the questions of today or tomorrow.
-Yves Congar