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Discipline.Discipline.
I have to remind myself of it every day -.-
I really have to learn a lot at the moment, and sometime my head fells so overfilled that I won´t believe that there´d be place for more information at all...
Discipline...
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This vivid mural has appeared outside the Tampa Preparatory School. Admirable sentiments, for sure, but my memory of schools is that like other institutions, they prefer conformity and discipline over unfettered individualism.
A soldier is disciplined by superior officers inside Fort Carpenedo.
Hidden away in the countryside to the North of Mestre is this fort, built in about 1890 to protect the city of Venice from attack by Austria, one of a string of such forts.
A group of dedicated locals have preserved this once important piece of Italian history.
Open to the public summer months.
( thanks to Keith Doubleday for re-enactor photo, background photo from my own collection )
Lord Kidrodstock - The Deportment and Discipline of a Young Man
Venus Library V-1064-R, 1972
Cover: photo uncredited
Eerie calm met the swordsman's ears as he approached the house. Was the man who called for help lying, or simply out of his mind? No.
It took only a gust of wind to bring the intense scent of blood to his nose, and soon after an erratic cackle could be heard. Laughter pierced through the halls, uneven and high-pitched, and clearly a woman's. The footsteps coming closer were concerning; too soft for a soldier, far too loud for a ninja, and too casual for anyone in a hurry.
A woman rounded the corner and met his gaze with a grin and wild eyes. Her hands, caked in blood, grasped her katana and held it confidently. The scent of sweat and blood and the road wafted off of her. Muscles, however subtle, were visible in the torch light. Her head cocked to one side in an image far from sane, displaying amusement, "Who are you? Did any of these bastards have time to buy off some ronin to guard their worthless house?"
Any cut the insults may have had was lost on the scent of blood and the distant groans of her victims through the walls. Her callousness, by contrast, spoke volumes, "I was told a rabid bitch had started killing innocent and sleeping men here and was begged to stop her. Try your blade on someone who is awake!"
The swordsman drew his steel and took aim at his prey, only to find himself overpowered before he could blink. One edge was pinned down, the other denied an easy strike, all by a laughing, blood-stained maniac, "No one in here could put up a fight; let's see what their pockets could buy!"
The swordsman's blades wanted to taste the maniac's heart, but every moment was needed to defend himself. Steel cracked and rang out through the dying house as the maniac's katana pressed the attack, each clash warping and damaging his blades further. The force and style behind her strikes was not of any school he had observed, much less defeated.
Three minutes passed before he backed away, overwhelmed but unharmed. A dozen near-misses cut at his clothes and grazed his skin, punctuated by a single powerful stroke that shattered his off-hand blade with a deafening ring of steel. In the firelight, he could swear that this maniac pulled her blade's range in some sadistic taunt, sparing him a mortal wound to prolong the fight, "Such force is not natural. Who taught you this!?"
Riotous laughter erupted from the woman as she watched the man retreat, itching for a fight but determined to finish her work, "Run, run you coward! I don't fear this house, or any who would call themselves my better!"
The swordsman groaned in disgust and threw away his broken secondary blade: retreat was his only option. In the torch light, he watched the woman return to her grim work once more before putting it out of sight. This house was lost before he ever saw it, but now he saw its attacker. Perhaps someone else could educate him into the nature of her power, and how to defeat it.
A huge thank you to Razor Cure for helping me nail this shot!
Philosophical Disciplines.
Prokazatelné existence zásadní definice zkoumání závěry podmínky,
مما يدل على تعريفات إجراءات مستحيلة الأرضية الشكوك الاستدلال تعريف,
syllogizandi uel praemissarum est definibile vt interruptum condiciones constituents formas assumptions,
alternative predicable Sätze konstitutive prädizierten Zufall unangebracht Schluß folgt,
illumine attractions perpétuelles sens impétueux justifiés de plaisirs irrationnelles sommet distinctif,
podzielne teologowie poznania utrzymanie konformacji rytmiczne ruchy skręca doczesne wyczuwalnych,
percezioni Affermare che si verificano spettrali in materia di limiti di ospitare indagando contemplato pensieri,
פיתוח התבטאויות ממדי מודיעין קידום יסודות פוסק כיווני פילוסופיה למידה מוסדרת משמרת,
κατακρημνισθέντες ευλάβεια πλησιάζει καθαρισμούς αρχέγονη σωτήριο νόηση φυσικό καθαρτικό επιρροή που απασχολούνται,
ユニークな満足度うぬぼれ知識予備進行を軽視保証燃焼意識が置か.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Seen in Chicago-O'Hare airport, terminal B.
5D Mk II, 24-105mm @ 24mm, f/4.5, 0.3 sec hand-held.
Please see on white.
Location: St-Dunstan-in-the-East, London
Success isn't measured by money or power or social rank. Success is measured by your discipline and inner peace. - Mike Ditka
Waking up not feeling well still die-hard as i am (ugh) we went ..
Location "Maison de Discipline" in Belgium.
Unfortunally I didn't make much photos here as i got very ill at location ... ended up in a hotelbed.
Next day even more ill, went home and i was in my bed for a week.
I studied Geography at 'A' level, a subject that I never managed to succeed in because while I enjoyed human geography, physical geography was emphatically not for me. Unfortunately, the two disciplines were inseparable when it came to taking exams, and that was my downfall. I have a vivid memory of one lesson in particular, in which the teacher explained how Bristol had solved its post-war housing shortage problem by building upwards instead of outwards. It had proved impractical to extend the city's southern boundary into Somerset to provide extra building land. Maybe Somerset didn't want to give away another inch of its territory? I'm unsure whether there's any truth in that idea, but there was also the formidable physical obstacle of Dundry Hill to consider, a disconnected but substantial outpost of the Mendip Hills that begins to climb steeply even before the 'border' with Somerset has been crossed.
As mentioned, the adopted solution was to build a number of high residential blocks in new suburbs such as Hartcliffe and Withywood, mixed with low-rise developments where possible. Here we see Millmead, Hayleigh and Middleford Houses in Hartcliffe. At 11 storeys each they are actually of quite modest height, but viewed against the backdrop of Dundry Hill they must have made a striking impression when new, and still do to an extent. Their near neighbours, the 'Bishport Five', arguably demonstrate this effect even more powerfully when seen from the right viewpoint.
The cluster of shops originally provided in the 1950s around Symes Avenue in Hartcliffe had once reputedly been the envy of other council estates in the city. But by the beginning of the 21st century these shops had become dilapidated and were deemed no longer fit for purpose. Work on their redevelopment was completed in 2007. The resulting new local centre - just off to the left in this view - comprises a sizable Morrisons store, a branch of Iceland, some smaller shops and community facilities including a library.
How did the dream work out in practice? I don't feel I'm qualified to answer that question.
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A very bland Christmas Card
In the early days of 1950/60s, shortly after its foundation, Welbeck College was the Army's boys-only 6th form preparatory college before going on to Officer Training at Sandhurst.
[See also the preceding and following photos]
Parental demand (my father was a moderately senior Army officer) put me there in the late 50s when it was a rather poor boarding school, under-staffed and suffering from a severe lack of both a good studying environment and decent food.
Entry to Welbeck (and thus a direct route to a commission in the Army) was apparently highly competitive at the time and how I qualified, I have no idea!
My father had warned me not to answer the essay option "Why I want to join the Army" (I wouldn't have done so in any case as the paper would have remained blank) but, apart from that, I apparently cruised through the selection exam, personal interview and medical all by myself but always with the threat of dire parental consequences in the background if I failed to do so!
I frankly wish I hadn't bothered and a short time later I went into Industry, which is where I had really wanted to be in the first instance.
Although a 6th form-only college, in those early days there was a ridiculous attempt to graft all the "traditions" of a full spectrum boarding school (with typically 12 or more year's worth of students present at any given time) onto a 2 year 'A' level course. Prefects, something akin to fagging, school houses and double figure occupation of large dormitories with no privacy. There was rigid discipline verging on the draconian and caning was commonplace.
Most of the teaching staff, including the head master, were 'released' Army officers (surplus to requirements at the end of World War 2.) except for the chemistry tutor, who was an unfrocked priest.
The food supplied was basically Army field rations served on a plate; even down to the deadly processed cheese (in a tin) and hard tack biscuits - known to the students in a dog Latin plurality as "chi and bi" - which were eaten with the help of strawberry jam - it was the only way to get the damned stuff down and digested!
I find it difficult to imagine 17/18 year-olds tolerating that situation now.
Just the environment for A level GCE study - not!
The teaching staffs' attitude was that anyone who was good at "Rugger" (Rugby Union to you and me. Rugby League was, at that time, considered by the self-recognised cognoscenti to be akin to a very nasty and unmentionable disease) would make a good prefect. Concussion was apparently considered a perfect qualification for the job!
The place was chock full of "jolly good chaps". As far as I can remember, it was a typical 1950s boarding school complete with lots of attitude, bullying, massive snobbery (a "double-barrelled" name was a definite advantage) etc., and I'll leave the "etc." unspoken.
The College has now been re-located and is now set up for all three services and both sexes and is known as Welbeck Defence Sixth Form College.
Does any present or recent student feel able to comment? Use a pseudonym if you feel you need to.
Kyoto (Japon)
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La persévérance commande le succès.
Perseverance Commands Success.
- Aitchison College Lahore Latin motto of my Pakistan alma mater shared in French & English. 888 days streak of Duolingo French lessons.
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Chassis n° 16447
'It's a hard muscled thoroughbred, the Daytona - easily the most awesome and yet disciplined road-going Ferrari in that firm's brilliant quarter century of existence. The Daytona isn't fast – it's blinding. It will eat up a quarter-mile of asphalt in 13,2 seconds at 110 mph and scream out to 175 mph - or it will slug through traffic at 1.500 rpm with the Sunday manners of a FIAT. It is the perfect extension of its driver. You can cut and weave through shuffling traffic with the agility of a halfback, or lope down the freeway with the piece of mind that comes from knowing you can contend with anyone's incompetence. To say, after you've driven it, that the Daytona is desirable doesn't begin to sum up your feelings - you would sell your soul for it.' - Car & Driver, January 1970.
Every Ferrari is, to a greater or lesser extent, a 'landmark' car, but few of Maranello's road models have captured the imagination of Ferraristi like the 365 GTB/4. The ultimate expression of Ferrari's fabulous line of V12 front-engined sports cars, the 365 GTB/4 debuted at the Paris Salon in 1968, soon gaining the unofficial name 'Daytona' in honour of the sweeping 1, 2, 3 finish by the Ferrari 330P4 at that circuit in 1967. Pininfarina's Leonardo Fioravanti, later the famed Carrozzeria's director of research and development, was responsible for the influential shark-nosed styling, creating a package that restated the traditional 'long bonnet, small cabin, short tail' look in a manner suggesting muscular horsepower while retaining all the elegance associated with the Italian coachbuilder's work for Maranello. One of Pininfarina's countless masterpieces, the influential shark-nosed body style featured an unusual full-width transparent panel covering the headlamps, though this was replaced by electrically-operated pop-up lights to meet US requirements soon after the start of production in the second half of 1969. Fioravanti later revealed that the Daytona was his favourite among the many Ferraris he designed.
Although the prototype had been styled and built by Pininfarina in Turin, manufacture of the production version was entrusted to Ferrari's subsidiary Scaglietti in Modena. The Daytona's all-alloy, four-cam, V12 engine displaced 4.390 cc and produced its maximum output of 352 bhp at 7.500 rpm, with 318 lb/ft of torque available at 5.500 revs. Dry-sump lubrication enabled it to be installed low in the oval-tube chassis, while shifting the gearbox to the rear in the form of a five-speed transaxle meant 50/50 weight distribution could be achieved. The all-independent wishbone and coil-spring suspension was a recent development, having originated in the preceding 275GTB. Unlike the contemporary 365GTC/4, the Daytona was not available with power steering, a feature then deemed inappropriate for a 'real' sports car. There was, however, servo assistance for the four-wheel ventilated disc brakes. Air conditioning was optional, but elsewhere the Daytona remained uncompromisingly focussed on delivering nothing less than superlative high performance.
At the time of its introduction in 1968 the Daytona was the most expensive production Ferrari ever and, with a top speed in excess of 170mph, was also the world's fastest production car. Deliveries commenced in the second half of 1969 and the Daytona would be manufactured for just four years; not until the arrival of the 456 GT in 1992 would Ferrari build anything like it again. Only 1,300 Berlinetta models and 121 Spyder convertibles had been made when production ceased in 1973.
According to the accompanying report compiled in 2012 by noted Ferrari authority, Marcel Massini, chassis number '16447' was manufactured in November 1972 and completed with coachwork by Carrozzeria Scaglietti on 9th March 1973. Built to US specification, the Daytona was handsomely finished in Argento Metallizzato (silver metallic) with Nero (black) Connolly leather interior, and left the factory equipped with the desirable options of air conditioning and power windows. Later in March 1973 the Ferrari was delivered to the official dealer Chinetti-Garthwaite in Paoli, Pennsylvania, USA. In 1976, the Daytona was advertised for sale by Mr Robert Mannick of Buffalo, New York, USA, who is believed to have been its first owner. By this time the car had covered some 10.000 miles and had been fitted with a custom stereo system.
The Ferrari's purchaser was Mr Stan Zagorski of Mount Temper, New York, who would enjoy driving it for the next 13 years, adding circa 27.600 miles to the odometer total before advertising it for sale in 1989, the which time the car had been repainted red. Next owner Dennis McCann of Westerville, Ohio would keep the Daytona for almost 15 years, during which time the car saw little use but was well maintained. Indeed, by the time Mr McCann sold the car in 2004, the odometer reading had only risen to 37.649 miles.
The Ferrari did not stay long with its next owner, a Colorado-based collector, and in 2005 (at 38.153 miles) was sold to Mr Richard Standage of Moorpark, California, who registered it with the most appropriate personal registration 'FER GTB4'. The car's next recorded owner was F40 Motorsports (Wayne Carini), which repainted it in the original silver metallic livery in 2011. The current vendor purchased '16447' at an auction in the USA in January 2014.
Dating back to 2005, bills contained within the two history files show that this car has enjoyed careful maintenance to keep it in good running order, most notably one for $ 12.000 issued by A.Z. Collector Cars, Arizona for an inspection and service in September 2012. Subsequently, in June 2014, a further € 7.000 was spent on a gearbox overhaul.
Boasting original features such as correct Cromodora alloy wheels and a Becker Mexico stereo, this beautifully presented Daytona is offered for sale with EU taxes paid and a valid UK NOVA document. The sensible provision of power assisted steering is the only notified deviation from factory specification. A well documented example, '16447' must be one of the very best Daytonas currently available.
Les Grandes Marques du Monde au Grand Palais
Bonhams
Estimated : € 620.000 - 680.000
Parijs - Paris
Frankrijk - France
February 2017
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I missed the class on how to put a tablecloth on the table. Jerry and I thought if we were working for Downton Abbey we would be fired. The problem was the under tablecloth. Jerry suggested CLAMPS and yiiiipppeee they worked. Tools needed for dressing the table: Iron, water and more water for lots of steam; lint brush, Scotch tape for the really stubborn lint; tape measure and CLAMPS.