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The quietness of the street tells us it is late night or early morning. We are in the heart of the city in the sector popularly known as Momendana ("cotton shops"). Scholars have surmised that the two geisha are returning home after an evening out, their slight disarray and sense of tipsiness enhanced by the concern in the attendant's arched eyebrow. Nearby, behind the lifted cloth curtain, two merchants sit among piles of cotton fabric, closing up their business.
hang above my desk, along with some of my frequently used items, like my fabric scissors, tools, etc.
At the end of May 1942, the Free French 1st brigade occupied the southern sector of the British 8th Army's deployment in the heart of Libyan desert, facing German and Italian Axis troops. This was a key point on the extreme left of the position since it could prevent any potential encirclement from the south of Allied forces retreating in disarray from the defeat and the fall of Tobruk that had opened the road to Cairo for the German tanks.
My Office Table;
currently in disarray, will be moving to a new venue, so i presume will be awfully busy packing the rest of the month. Bahhhh....
A wolf of the Grant Creek pack linage, taken in the Highway Pass area of Denali National Park.
The Grant Creek Pack is in some disarray right now. A trapper trapped the alpha female this spring and the loss of an alpha can disrupt the entire pack of the alpha male doesn't pick a new mate in the pack. I heard both that the pack was disbanding and that the outcome was still undertain this weekend.
If they disband it will be unfortunate as this pack has worked alongside the road for the last several years and is the source of most of the wolf sighings in Denali.
SCREEN GRAB: Libya - February 1941: general Rommel, German hero of the Battle of France, arrives in Libya with his troops to save the Italian army put in disarray by the British.
(Credit: CC & C)
The conspicuous appearance of this bright white building is, as it houses an art gallery or an advertising agency. This playing with suggestion and patterns of expectation, which is deliberately evoked by a highly aesthetic architectural gesture, creates a field of tension between form and content. The building thereby throws into disarray at least the conventions of utilitarian simplicity and the appropriate application of luxurious architecture.
The horizontal expanses of windows not only break the monotony of the façade but also create the impression of a sunken building because they are repeatedly placed just above ground level. It looks as though the building has sunk into the ground under its own weight. That semblance of fake weightiness is a further ironical feature in the unusual look of this building.
At the end of May 1942, the Free French 1st brigade occupied the southern sector of the British 8th Army's deployment in the heart of Libyan desert, facing German and Italian Axis troops. This was a key point on the extreme left of the position since it could prevent any potential encirclement from the south of Allied forces retreating in disarray from the defeat and the fall of Tobruk that had opened the road to Cairo for the German tanks.
Musorgsky,ai, udio,suno,music,
"That my love for you"
(Influenced by Promenade)
Lirycs By
Vadim Moonites
aka
Ganzha
In your eyes I'll look, a gaze so true
I'll recall each word, whisper them anew
Who told you so, oh who dare decree?
Who dared to claim, you're not loved by me?
(chorus)
Every gesture, every glance, in my soul shall dwell
Your voice in my heart, a sweet ringing bell
Never could I cease to love, it's plain to see
And you, oh love, always, love me
I refuse to doubt, to let thoughts stray
Of separation's sorrow, dreams in disarray
At night I cry out, in anguish, I cry
If I dream you love me not, tears moisten my eye
(chorus)
Every gesture, every glance, in my soul shall dwell
Your voice in my heart, a sweet ringing bell
Never could I cease to love, it's plain to see
And you, oh love, always, love me
Should misfortune come, and part our ways
Destiny's hand, in reality plays
I'll circle the earth, every inch I'll trace
Crossing oceans and seas, my love shall embrace
May this love-filled ballad bring you joy
A tale of devotion, without alloy
In every line, in every verse, may you see
That my love for you, eternal shall be
On a visit in 1722, Peter the Great said "In the whole of my empire, there is not a single cathedral as beautiful as this one." It's finely featured, this shot doesn't do it justice.
- "In 1556, the Astrakhan Khanate was conquered by Ivan the Terrible, who had a new fortress built on a steep hill overlooking the Volga. In 1569, Astrakhan was besieged by the Ottoman army, which had to retreat in disarray. A year later, the Sultan renounced his claims to Astrakhan, thus opening the entire Volga River to Russian traffic. In the 17th century, the city was developed as a Russian gate to the Orient. Many merchants from Armenia, Persia, India and Khiva settled in the downtown, giving it a multinational and variegated character." (Unesco)
- In 1614, the locals took the Kremlin here by storm and expelled Marina Mnishek, pretender to the Russian throne, and her protector ataman Zarutskiy.
- For 17 months in 1670-1671 Astrakhan was held by Stenka Razin and his Cossacks.
- The city rebelled against the tsar once again in 1705, when it was held by the Cossacks under Kondraty Bulavin. A Kalinuck khan laid an abortive siege to the kremlin several years prior to that. In 1711, it was made a capital of a gubemiya... 6 years later, Astrakhan served as a base for the first Russian venture into Central Asia.
- In 1942, Astrakhan withstood a siege and the Astrakhan Kremlin again played a defensive role." (Unesco)
At the end of May 1942, the Free French 1st brigade occupied the southern sector of the British 8th Army's deployment in the heart of Libyan desert, facing German and Italian Axis troops. This was a key point on the extreme left of the position since it could prevent any potential encirclement from the south of Allied forces retreating in disarray from the defeat and the fall of Tobruk that had opened the road to Cairo for the German tanks.
bro·ken:
1. Forcibly separated into two or more pieces; fractured
2. Sundered by divorce, separation, or desertion of a parent
3. Having been violated
4.a. Incomplete
b. Being in a state of disarray
5. a. Intermittently stopping and starting
b. Varying abruptly: broken sobs.
c. Spoken with gaps and errors
6. Topographically rough; uneven
7. a. humbled: a broken spirit.
b. Weakened and infirm
8. Crushed by grief
9. Financially ruined
10. Not functioning; out of order
The Sainte-Chapelle, the palatine chapel[1] in the courtyard of the royal palace on the Île de la Cité, was built to house precious relics: Christ's crown of thorns, the Image of Edessa and thirty other relics of Christ that had been in the possession of Louis IX since August 1239, when it arrived from Venice in the hands of two Dominican friars. Unlike many devout aristocrats, who swiped relics, the saintly Louis bought his precious relics of the Passion, purchased from the Latin emperor at Constantinople, Baldwin II, for the exorbitant sum of 135,000 livres, which was paid to the Venetians, to whom it had been pawned.[2] The entire chapel, by contrast, cost 40,000 livres to build and until it was complete the relics were housed at chapels at the Château de Vincennes and a specially-built chapel at the Château de Saint-Germain-en-Laye. In 1241 a piece of the True Cross was added, and other relics. Thus the building in Paris, consecrated 26 April 1248, was like a precious reliquary: even the stonework was painted, with medallions of saints and martyrs in the quatrefoils of the dado arcade, which was hung with rich textiles.[3]
At the same time, it reveals Louis' political and cultural ambition, with the imperial throne at Constantinople occupied by a Count of Flanders and with the Holy Roman Empire in uneasy disarray, to be the central monarch of western Christendom. Just as the Emperor could pass privately from his palace into Hagia Sophia in Constantinople, so now Louis could pass directly from his palace into the Sainte Chapelle.
The Saint Chapelle rises above the rooflines of the royal palace. Miniature by the Limbourg brothers, ca 1400The Royal chapel was a prime exemplar of the newly developing culminating phase of Gothic architectural style called "Rayonnant" that achieved a sense of weightlessness. Its architect is generally thought to have been Peter of Montereau. It stands squarely upon a lower chapel which served as parish church for all the inhabitants of the palace, which was the seat of government (see "palace"). The king was later granted sainthood by the Catholic Church as Saint Louis.
The most visually beautiful aspects of the chapel, and considered the best of their type in the world, are its stained glass for which the stonework is a delicate framework, and rose windows added to the upper chapel in the fifteenth century.
No designer-builder is directly mentioned in archives concerned with the construction, but the name of Pierre de Montreuil, who had rebuilt the apse of the Royal Abbey of Saint-Denis and completed the façade of Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris is sometimes connected with the Sainte Chapelle.[4]
Ceiling of the Lower ChapelMuch of the chapel as it appears today is a recreation, although nearly two-thirds of the windows are authentic. The chapel suffered its most grievous destruction in the late eighteenth century, during the French Revolution, when the steeple and baldachin were removed, the relics dispersed (though some survive as the "relics of Sainte-Chapelle" at Notre Dame de Paris), and various reliquaries, including the grande châsse, were melted down. The Sainte-Chapelle was requisitioned as an archival depository in 1803. Two meters' worth of glass was removed to facilitate working light, and destroyed or loosed upon the market.[5] Its well-documented restoration, completed under the direction of Eugène Viollet-le-Duc in 1855, was regarded as exemplary by contemporaries[6] and is faithful to the original drawings and descriptions of the chapel that survive.
The Sainte Chapelle has been a national historic monument since 1862.
A replica of the Sainte Chapelle can be found in Chicago, Illinois. The St. James Chapelle of Archbishop Quigley Preparatory Seminary, located on 103 E. Chestnut St, was built in the early 1900s under the direction of George Cardinal Mundelein in founding the high school. seminary.
recycle or reincarnate
Last autumn, we went to the cemetery as an outing on a Sunday afternoon, having heard that it was absolutely frightening up there... that is to say, the union city/cemetery workers had been on strike since the spring and there had been no work done up there in months... the whole city was up in arms, not only because the cemetery was very unkept and completely over-grown, but because the newly-departed loved ones were unable to be buried, because of not being able to cross the picket lines... crazy stuff... It's totally amazing to us that this was part of our everyday world and no one could do anything about it and so it became part of our common experience. It's amazing to me that we as a society can accept things and allow them to happen and somehow put our hands in the air and say, oh well, there's nothing we can do about it... but bitch...
And so, after having avoided the situation for months, (we don't get the paper or listen to the news at all... and so get our daily events from family and friends...) we decided to see what all the fuss was about... and what an adventure it turned out to be.
The place was a wonderland to an artist's eyes... but, not so fun for family members whose loved ones were buried under feet of tall grasses. We found a complete mess... what a great statement it all made: decay, disarray, death, memorials, all along this wonderful mountain top at the center of our fabulous city. And so, I began to think about the necessity of taking these incredible amounts of acres of beautiful land and burying dead bodies there... with all the graves stones barely visible it seems questionable to me about the value of this long-standing ritual... why was it necessary to us as humans? what was it about?
And so as we moved through the tall grasses, further and further up the hill we found an open field with nothing... I was intrigued and went straight for it... once I got there and as I walked around, I fell into a slight hole, and then another and another... it took me a while to discover that there were small flat graves under my feet... older graves stones, flush to the ground that had been buried under several feet of leaves and tall vegetaion... what a find!
I proceeded to unearth these markers one by one in a row! my hands filthy from the wet soil and mildew! But, I LOVED it...
I cried out to my husband to record the moment, and so, these photos were originally taken by my husband Sol Lang for me. I tweaked them... working on these photos lovingly and respectfully until their meaning became clear to me.
This is about recycling and reincarnation. We are recycling our bodies and feeding the earth. Giving back in a sense. Allowing our souls to also recycle or reincarnate!
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Travel memories 15 of 365
We went to Sri Lanka on our honeymoon. She wanted to go to Hawaii. I wanted to go somewhere interesting. Somehow we compromised on Sri Lanka -- in 1983. That's significant because the Sri Lankan civil war began in 1983. We weren't following the news from Sri Lanka, so we had no idea until we arrived in the country. Fortunately our arrival coincided with the lull between the first outbreak in the summer of '83 and the war's continuation in 1984.
We didn't encounter any political trouble or violence during our visit. We did hear horror stories when we visited a Hindu kovil, though. And the train schedule was in utter disarray. But on the whole, the timing worked to our advantage. There were very few tourists, which meant we got to stay in the nicest hotels for a fraction of the regular price. In Kandy, where I took this photo, instead of the hostel I had planned on, we stayed at the beautiful Queen's Hotel where at dinner we had the entire dining room to ourselves. (Although having four liveried (but barefoot) waiters standing at your table for the whole meal is a bit stressful.)
I wonder what Freud would say about spending your honeymoon in a war zone? Does this marriage have a future?
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In the far reaches of northern Scotland, within a village where time meanders at its own tranquil pace, a series of images unfolds, painting a tableau of life's relentless march amidst the shadows of climate's dismay and the distant rumbles of war that threaten to engulf Europe. It is a Wednesday evening, draped in the quietude of rainfall, a scene reminiscent of an Edward Hopper collection—imbued with solitude, emptiness, yet a profound continuance.
A Poem:
In this hamlet 'neath Scottish skies so wide,
Where the rains whisper and the winds confide,
Looms the spectre of a world in disarray,
Yet within these bounds, life finds its way.
Upon the cusp of night, shadows merge and dance,
In the pub's warm glow, eyes steal a glance.
The hearth's soft crackle, a comforting song,
In this northern retreat, where hearts belong.
The world outside may churn and roar,
With climates wracked and the drums of war.
Yet here we stand, in this time-suspended place,
Where tomorrow's worries are but a trace.
The local pub, our living room, our sphere,
A sanctuary from doubt, from dread, from fear.
We'll return come dusk, as sure as the tide,
In the rhythm of the ordinary, we take pride.
For what are we, but passengers in time,
Through days mundane, through nights sublime?
The question lingers, in the air, it floats,
Is this all there is? In whispers, it denotes.
Yet, as we stand 'neath the gentle pour,
We find beauty in the repeat, in the encore.
For in these moments, life's essence we distill,
In the quiet of the village, in the peace, so still.
A Haiku:
Rain veils the night's face,
Quiet pub bids farewell—
Life's quiet march on.
At the end of May 1942, the Free French 1st brigade occupied the southern sector of the British 8th Army's deployment in the heart of Libyan desert, facing German and Italian Axis troops. This was a key point on the extreme left of the position since it could prevent any potential encirclement from the south of Allied forces retreating in disarray from the defeat and the fall of Tobruk that had opened the road to Cairo for the German tanks.
The constant disarray of my son's bed has provided him with a subject matter to hone his photography skills .... I would of course prefer if he had made his bed and chosen another subject to photograph !!!
My son has been bitten by the photography bug, I gave him a Minolta X-700 to play with with and a 40mm Rokkor lens.
We threw a roll of Kentmere 400 into the Minolta and I showed him how to develop his own roll.
I guess he threw his own little still life together using his hat & shoes ... I like it.
Nice to see the look on his face when the roll came out of the tank and he saw the negatives for the first time. Developed in Rodinal 1:25 for 7.5 minutes @ 20'C
recycle or reincarnate
Last autumn, we went to the cemetery as an outing on a Sunday afternoon, having heard that it was absolutely frightening up there... that is to say, the union city/cemetery workers had been on strike since the spring and there had been no work done up there in months... the whole city was up in arms, not only because the cemetery was very unkept and completely over-grown, but because the newly-departed loved ones were unable to be buried, because of not being able to cross the picket lines... crazy stuff... It's totally amazing to us that this was part of our everyday world and no one could do anything about it and so it became part of our common experience. It's amazing to me that we as a society can accept things and allow them to happen and somehow put our hands in the air and say, oh well, there's nothing we can do about it... but bitch...
And so, after having avoided the situation for months, (we don't get the paper or listen to the news at all... and so get our daily events from family and friends...) we decided to see what all the fuss was about... and what an adventure it turned out to be.
The place was a wonderland to an artist's eyes... but, not so fun for family members whose loved ones were buried under feet of tall grasses. We found a complete mess... what a great statement it all made: decay, disarray, death, memorials, all along this wonderful mountain top at the center of our fabulous city. And so, I began to think about the necessity of taking these incredible amounts of acres of beautiful land and burying dead bodies there... with all the graves stones barely visible it seems questionable to me about the value of this long-standing ritual... why was it necessary to us as humans? what was it about?
And so as we moved through the tall grasses, further and further up the hill we found an open field with nothing... I was intrigued and went straight for it... once I got there and as I walked around, I fell into a slight hole, and then another and another... it took me a while to discover that there were small flat graves under my feet... older graves stones, flush to the ground that had been buried under several feet of leaves and tall vegetaion... what a find!
I proceeded to unearth these markers one by one in a row! my hands filthy from the wet soil and mildew! But, I LOVED it...
I cried out to my husband to record the moment, and so, these photos were originally taken by my husband Sol Lang for me. I tweaked them... working on these photos lovingly and respectfully until their meaning became clear to me.
This is about recycling and reincarnation. We are recycling our bodies and feeding the earth. Giving back in a sense. Allowing our souls to also recycle or reincarnate!
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IOM and its humanitarian partners in Haiti were quickly on the scene after one of the first heavy storms of the hurricane season struck Corail camp in the hills above Port au Prince on 12 July.
They brought aid and assistance to those left without shelter by the storm which struck on Monday afternoon. Today they were back at the camp delivering and erecting replacement tents and providing emergency assistance.
Flying debris from the storm caused six people to be injured and damaged or destroyed 344 tents, forcing around 1,700 people to seek emergency shelter overnight.
The Corail camp looks after some 7,000 people who were displaced by the earthquake of 12 January last. They live in 1,300 family sized tents while an urgent program is underway to replace their tents with durable transitional shelters made of wood with tin roofs.
As the summer storm blasted through the exposed campsite at 4 PM on Sunday, six people were left injured by flying tent poles and were quickly taken to nearby Coix de Bouquet hospital for treatment.
An assessment team including IOM Camp Management, MINUSTAH UN police and Haitian national police was at the location 1 hour after the storm had passed.
They found the camp in considerable disarray, with anxious residents concerned for their safety and seeking shelter. As residents raised their voices and demanded help, IOM’s team of community mobilizers helped calm tempers and reassure people that help was on the way.
The IDPs were provided with emergency shelter overnight in a World Vision hall.
A team of 10 IOM staff were on hand to help while other colleagues began collecting 344 tents, 400 tarps, ropes and other essential non food items (NFIs)
This morning the tents were distributed to the IDPs at 11:00am.
World Vision, which is already building transitional shelters in Corail, donated 100 of the tents and IOM got access to a further 244 tents trough the shelter cluster and MSF Holland.
IOM helped transport the tents to Corail and supported ARC camp managers distributing the tents while making further assessments of the damage.
Security for the operation was provided by UNPOL and ambulance and military escorts were also sent to help maintain order.
This incident highlights the need to step up preparedness across the board as more unpredictable storms can be expected as the hurricane season gets into full swing.
This lawn display is down the block from my house. It isn't the most extravagant display in the neighborhood, but it interested me because of the chaotic attempt to unify various holiday themes. We have Santa and Mrs. Claus with an elf and the North pole, along with Frosty the Snowman, next to the Little Drummer Boy, and of course, Mickey and Minnie Mouse as Mr. and Mrs. Bob Cratchit. They are all in a linear 35 feet in orderly disarray. Happy Holidays.
This picture is a 3D conversion of a 2D stitched original photograph. Use red/cyan glasses to see the 3D or enjoy it as is.
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Jaffa, October 2005.
A woman asked me what I was doing when I took this picture. I said "it's my hobby", so she said: "Your hobby is rubbish!"
Near the frontline oil refinery at Ras Lanuf, rebels captured and occupied a small military post, which had been looted and mostly deserted except for a collection of bedding in various states of disarray and some food.
though your mouth hangs open like an empty frame,
it's still okay.
I hope your plans and your dreams are the same.
I don't want you living any other way.
- - -
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today as a day is so far okay.
it's pleasing in a way that is comfortable and strange.
extraordinarily ordinary
but all the same,
my breathing is easing,
i feel okay.
broken social scene is calming in its own disarray
the third one below is taken from the viewfinder
recycle or reincarnate
Last autumn, we went to the cemetery as an outing on a Sunday afternoon, having heard that it was absolutely frightening up there... that is to say, the union city/cemetery workers had been on strike since the spring and there had been no work done up there in months... the whole city was up in arms, not only because the cemetery was very unkept and completely over-grown, but because the newly-departed loved ones were unable to be buried, because of not being able to cross the picket lines... crazy stuff... It's totally amazing to us that this was part of our everyday world and no one could do anything about it and so it became part of our common experience. It's amazing to me that we as a society can accept things and allow them to happen and somehow put our hands in the air and say, oh well, there's nothing we can do about it... but bitch...
And so, after having avoided the situation for months, (we don't get the paper or listen to the news at all... and so get our daily events from family and friends...) we decided to see what all the fuss was about... and what an adventure it turned out to be.
The place was a wonderland to an artist's eyes... but, not so fun for family members whose loved ones were buried under feet of tall grasses. We found a complete mess... what a great statement it all made: decay, disarray, death, memorials, all along this wonderful mountain top at the center of our fabulous city. And so, I began to think about the necessity of taking these incredible amounts of acres of beautiful land and burying dead bodies there... with all the graves stones barely visible it seems questionable to me about the value of this long-standing ritual... why was it necessary to us as humans? what was it about?
And so as we moved through the tall grasses, further and further up the hill we found an open field with nothing... I was intrigued and went straight for it... once I got there and as I walked around, I fell into a slight hole, and then another and another... it took me a while to discover that there were small flat graves under my feet... older graves stones, flush to the ground that had been buried under several feet of leaves and tall vegetaion... what a find!
I proceeded to unearth these markers one by one in a row! my hands filthy from the wet soil and mildew! But, I LOVED it...
I cried out to my husband to record the moment, and so, these photos were originally taken by my husband Sol Lang for me. I tweaked them... working on these photos lovingly and respectfully until their meaning became clear to me.
This is about recycling and reincarnation. We are recycling our bodies and feeding the earth. Giving back in a sense. Allowing our souls to also recycle or reincarnate!
So supernatural, believe the power
She make it shower wash away the sorrow
We can make love to the rhythm she show
We can make love to the rhythm for sure
--Slightly Stoopid, Supernatural
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At the end of May 1942, the Free French 1st brigade occupied the southern sector of the British 8th Army's deployment in the heart of Libyan desert, facing German and Italian Axis troops. This was a key point on the extreme left of the position since it could prevent any potential encirclement from the south of Allied forces retreating in disarray from the defeat and the fall of Tobruk that had opened the road to Cairo for the German tanks.
At the end of May 1942, the Free French 1st brigade occupied the southern sector of the British 8th Army's deployment in the heart of Libyan desert, facing German and Italian Axis troops. This was a key point on the extreme left of the position since it could prevent any potential encirclement from the south of Allied forces retreating in disarray from the defeat and the fall of Tobruk that had opened the road to Cairo for the German tanks.
A motely collection of boats lay throughout the harbour in half-cocked disarray at low tide, waiting for the waters to restore their balance once again.
Near the frontline oil refinery at Ras Lanuf, rebels captured and occupied a small military post, which had been looted and mostly deserted except for a collection of bedding in various states of disarray and some food.
Porsche 911 in serious disarray in the CER1 paddock on Saturday afternoon during the 2012 Spa Classic meeting at Spa-Francorchamps.
Read our full Spa Classic report and discover more pictures on 8W.
The Sainte-Chapelle, the palatine chapel[1] in the courtyard of the royal palace on the Île de la Cité, was built to house precious relics: Christ's crown of thorns, the Image of Edessa and thirty other relics of Christ that had been in the possession of Louis IX since August 1239, when it arrived from Venice in the hands of two Dominican friars. Unlike many devout aristocrats, who swiped relics, the saintly Louis bought his precious relics of the Passion, purchased from the Latin emperor at Constantinople, Baldwin II, for the exorbitant sum of 135,000 livres, which was paid to the Venetians, to whom it had been pawned.[2] The entire chapel, by contrast, cost 40,000 livres to build and until it was complete the relics were housed at chapels at the Château de Vincennes and a specially-built chapel at the Château de Saint-Germain-en-Laye. In 1241 a piece of the True Cross was added, and other relics. Thus the building in Paris, consecrated 26 April 1248, was like a precious reliquary: even the stonework was painted, with medallions of saints and martyrs in the quatrefoils of the dado arcade, which was hung with rich textiles.[3]
At the same time, it reveals Louis' political and cultural ambition, with the imperial throne at Constantinople occupied by a Count of Flanders and with the Holy Roman Empire in uneasy disarray, to be the central monarch of western Christendom. Just as the Emperor could pass privately from his palace into Hagia Sophia in Constantinople, so now Louis could pass directly from his palace into the Sainte Chapelle.
The Saint Chapelle rises above the rooflines of the royal palace. Miniature by the Limbourg brothers, ca 1400The Royal chapel was a prime exemplar of the newly developing culminating phase of Gothic architectural style called "Rayonnant" that achieved a sense of weightlessness. Its architect is generally thought to have been Peter of Montereau. It stands squarely upon a lower chapel which served as parish church for all the inhabitants of the palace, which was the seat of government (see "palace"). The king was later granted sainthood by the Catholic Church as Saint Louis.
The most visually beautiful aspects of the chapel, and considered the best of their type in the world, are its stained glass for which the stonework is a delicate framework, and rose windows added to the upper chapel in the fifteenth century.
No designer-builder is directly mentioned in archives concerned with the construction, but the name of Pierre de Montreuil, who had rebuilt the apse of the Royal Abbey of Saint-Denis and completed the façade of Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris is sometimes connected with the Sainte Chapelle.[4]
Ceiling of the Lower ChapelMuch of the chapel as it appears today is a recreation, although nearly two-thirds of the windows are authentic. The chapel suffered its most grievous destruction in the late eighteenth century, during the French Revolution, when the steeple and baldachin were removed, the relics dispersed (though some survive as the "relics of Sainte-Chapelle" at Notre Dame de Paris), and various reliquaries, including the grande châsse, were melted down. The Sainte-Chapelle was requisitioned as an archival depository in 1803. Two meters' worth of glass was removed to facilitate working light, and destroyed or loosed upon the market.[5] Its well-documented restoration, completed under the direction of Eugène Viollet-le-Duc in 1855, was regarded as exemplary by contemporaries[6] and is faithful to the original drawings and descriptions of the chapel that survive.
The Sainte Chapelle has been a national historic monument since 1862.
A replica of the Sainte Chapelle can be found in Chicago, Illinois. The St. James Chapelle of Archbishop Quigley Preparatory Seminary, located on 103 E. Chestnut St, was built in the early 1900s under the direction of George Cardinal Mundelein in founding the high school. seminary.
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The Arts Council are investing public money in a ridiculous online vote to find that people think that London is Britain's most musical city. Obviously they will go through a pointless public voting system before declaring the winner to be the place where the largest population lives as everyone just votes for their home town, but its all gone fun along the way isn't it?
"Ten cities from across the country have been short-listed at www.mostmusicalcity.co.uk by the Arts Council's 'Take it away' scheme. Celebrity ambassadors for each city, including Sting, Jamelia, Richard Hawley and Engelbert Humperdinck, lead the debate for the Most Musical City until voting closes on 30 May 2008.
"The ten cities competing to win are: Birmingham; Brighton; Bristol; Colchester; Leicester; Liverpool; London; Manchester; Newcastle; and Sheffield. (The arts council are happy to comment on the reasons why a particular city has not been shortlisted)."
The celebrity ambassador for Bristol is DJ Krust. I presume the list of people they asked looked like this ^
Somehow I couldn't help myself from getting involved in the "debate." I wrote the following on the site:
This article seems to be a fairly typical under-researched effort at dropping in the names of all of the Bristol artists who have become known across the UK, but says little of how imaginative and vibrant up-and-coming artists from the city still are. I was pleased to see references in the comments to Big Joan, Kid Carpet, Gravenhurst, Angel Tech, Rose Kemp, The Heads, Joe Volk etc. I’d add Geisha to the list too. I was also pleased someone mentioned the criminally under-rated “King of Totterdown” (to quote PJ Harvey), John Parish.
From a personal perspective, when Breakcore hit its stride a few years ago it was Bristol that was the mecca for the whole of the UK, thanks in a large part to the legendary Toxic Dancehall parties and labels like Death$ucker Records, Cleancut and 1manarmy, who continue to push the boundaries of electronica whilst maintaining a crowd friendly danceability.
Now Dub-Step is in the same position, with some of the genre's most exciting names (eg Pinch, Appleblim, Shackleton, Atki2 etc) quietly beavering away, producing solid release after solid release and cross pollinating with the other scenes that all sit together so happily here.
As an example of the open mindedness that can be found, at the most recent Goatlab party (I have to hold my hand up here and say I promote it) General Disarray has just finished a hard as nails breakcore set and Syntheme was next up with her acid techno twiddlings. Before she started she felt the need to point out she’d be playing something different. A heckler from the crowd shouted back, "It's OK, we like everything!", which was followed by a small cheer from the rest of the crowd and another loan shout of "..except house!" and a laugh from everyone else.
We may have lost our ‘community festival’ last year (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashton_Court_festival) but look at the support that has risen up to make sure something replaces it (http://www.thebristolfestival.org/), with local musicians, promoters and venues all pulling together to put on fund raisers.
Independent music is alive and well in Bristol and award or not we're quite happy about it here.
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A postage stamp is a small piece of paper that is purchased and displayed on an item of mail as evidence of payment of postage. Typically, stamps are made from special paper, with a national designation and denomination (price) on the face, and a gum adhesive on the reverse side. Postage stamps are purchased from a postal administration or other authorized vendor and are used to pay for the costs involved in moving mail as well as other business necessities such as insurance and registration.
The stamp’s shape is usually that of a small rectangle of varying proportions, though triangles or other shapes are occasionally used. The stamp is affixed to an envelope or other postal cover (i.e., packet, box, mailing cylinder) that the customer wishes to send. The item is then processed by the postal system, where a postmark, sometimes known as a cancellation mark, is usually applied over the stamp and cover; this procedure marks the stamp as used, which prevents its reuse. The postmark indicates the date and point of origin of the mailing. The mailed item is then delivered to the address that the customer has applied to the envelope or cover.
Postage stamps have been carrying the mails of the world to their destinations since the 1840s. Before this time, ink and hand-stamps (hence the word 'stamp'), usually made from wood or cork, were often used to frank the mail and confirm the payment of postage. The first adhesive postage stamp, commonly referred to as the Penny Black, was issued in the United Kingdom in 1840. The invention of the stamp was a part of the attempt to reform and improve the postal system in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland,which in the early 19th century was in disarray and rife with corruption. There are varying accounts of the inventor or inventors of the stamp.
Before the introduction of postage stamps, mail in the UK was paid for by the recipient, a system that was associated with an irresolvable problem: the costs of delivering mail were not recoverable by the postal service when recipients were unable or unwilling to pay for delivered items, and senders had no incentive to restrict the number, size, or weight of items sent, whether or not they would ultimately be paid for. The postage stamp resolved this issue in a simple and elegant manner, with the additional benefit of room for an element of beauty to be introduced. Later related inventions include postal stationery such as prepaid-postage envelopes, post cards, lettercards, aerogrammes and wrappers, postage meters, and, more recently, specialty boxes and envelopes provided free to the customer by the U.S. postal service for priority or express mailing.
The postage stamp afforded convenience for both the mailer and postal officials, more efficiently recovered costs for the postal service, and ultimately resulted in a better, faster postal system. With the conveniences stamps offered, their use resulted in greatly increased mailings during the 19th and 20th centuries. Postage stamps during this era were the most popular way of paying for mail, but by the end of the 20th century were rapidly being eclipsed by the use of metered postage and bulk mailing by businesses. The same result with respect to communications by private parties occurred over the last decade of the 20th century and the first decade of the 21st due to declining cost of long distance telephone communications and the development and explosive spread of electronic mailing ("e-mail" via the Internet) and bill paying systems had.
As postage stamps with their engraved imagery began to appear on a widespread basis, historians and collectors began to take notice.The study of postage stamps and their use is referred to as philately. Stamp collecting can be both a hobby and a form of historical study and reference, as government-issued postage stamps and their mailing systems have always been involved with the history of nations.
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The front page of the Davenport Democrat newspaper, with a bold headline celebrating the ratification of the sufferage amendment. Centered below the headline is a late 19th century newsboy, winking. To his left is a suffragist on a bicycle. To his right is the hindquarters of a bucking Democratic party mule.
An apparent fire near the Armitage Brown Line CTA stop caused major disruption for northbound Red Line riders this evening.
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Near North, Chicago, Illinois.
North & Clybourn CTA Red Line stop.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012.