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The initial phase of landscape associated with the UCD Charles Institute and the Systems Biology Ireland Building includes a new bronze sculptural piece titled “Rotating Form” by artist Mark Ryan. Mark has been working full-time as a sculptor for the last 10 years, following a career as a designer. He works in a variety of materials including wood, clay, plaster, steel, stainless steel and bronze. He welds, cuts, casts and shapes. The scale of his work varies from small scale intimate works to very large scale sculptures in public spaces.
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This piece is called Crab Legs by Kim Adams. This part of the piece offers an interesting contrast in colours and shapes
Sunday Driver was formed from a collaboration between Chandrika "Chandy" Nath and James "Josh" Clayton.
Band members include:
Chandrika Nath
James Clayton
Kat Arney
Amit Jogia
Richard Bullen
Simon Richardson
Scot Jowett
23 August, Abney Park played at Scala, King's Cross, supported by Professor Elemental and Sunday Driver.
The highest form of grace is silence. It is also the highest upadesa [teaching].
Be as you are – The teachings of sri Ramana Maharishi
Formed on the 19th June 1981 with a mandate to preserve, promote and provide racing for cars with a competition history, the Historic Sports & Racing Car Association has around 900 members.
Since its inception, the Association has promoted around 100 Historic Race meetings, along with providing driver training days, technical days, social events, and all those activities related to being the only motor-sport and heritage based racing car club in the state of New South Wales.
The Tasman Revival meeting is one of the activities promoted by the Club.
We believe that urban forms – in fact all habitats – are energized by its citizens and users. The contingencies of contemporary economic and political needs produce overarching frameworks and policies that produce top-down urban visions. These cannot fully match the complexity of what urban economies are all about. So far – policies have been simply pushing ahead and providing quick-fix solutions to the leakages – which in several contexts are pretty large. Instead, what our projects try to do is simply allow residents and users of neighbourhoods to have a say, propose plans, collaborate with professional and take charge of their spaces in cultural, economic and social terms. We believe that Dharavi is already developing, it doesn’t need to be redeveloped. What it needs is support systems. We have an office in Dharavi and networks deep in the communities there with whom we work on specific projects – cultural, economic, architectural and beyond.
URBZ is our portal – part online – part on the ground. It provides a set of tools for residents and users to start the process of taking charge of their neighbourhoods. The online side is an interactive website that allows users to work with a global community of supporters. It offers a way for them to showcase and upload their city/habitat/neighbourhood onto the virtual world in a manner that connects to a hyper-local scale where the smallest of information becomes a source of local control. We use all existing online technologies and make them accessible to the residents through on-the ground activities such as workshops and community related get-togethers around specific issues. We complement this process by supporting local initiatives by connecting users to each other in a manner that allow skills to be shared.
URBZ was co-founded by Geeta Mehta and us and we have a big team helping us and working with us – Cole from Chile, Nishit Mehta our ICT coordinator and Dipti and George our interns working with us now besides a whole host of partners and interns details of whom can be seen on our site.
The forming of the New Mercian Regiment at Tamworth Castle in Staffordshire.
The parade that was attended by HRH the Prince of Wales who was the Colonel in Chief of the Cheshires, he will also change his Cheshires badge for the new Mercian Regt Badge.
The merging units are 22nd (Cheshire) Regt who will become the 1st Bn (Cheshires) The Mercian Regiment, the Worcesters and Sherwood Foresters will become the 2nd Bn (Worsters and Foresters) The Mercian Regiment, The Staffordshire Regt will become the 2rd Bn (Staffords) The Mercian Regiment. Plus the West Midlands TA will become the 4th Bn the Mercian Regiment.
Positive Runway Global Catwalk African Fashion Show African Ambassadors & Diaspora Interactive Form AAIF United Nations buildings International Maritime Organization HQ IMO London.
This picture shows the rear floor section, with the "Hump" that was beaten in - with the use of the wood form.
Twisted Form sculpture at the Freer Gallery in Washington, D.C. by Shiro Hayami
Just cropped this in Photoshop, it seems Avery is out to lunch again. I guess our little pals at flickr are "improving" it. On the up side I can upload photos again without half of them being dropped, I guess their improvement didn't work?. Keep improving things guys!
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Lords of war. The Free Lions were formed in 1999 by the volunteers who fought in Kuwait in 1991. They allied with the Baja Congress creating a real rebel coalition, the Eastern Front. In 2000, the Darfurian movement Justice and Equality joined the Eastern Front. The rebellion -supported by Eritrea (kind of thanks for the guns the Rashayda delivered during the war with Ethiopia?)- aimed to fight the Government of Sudan claiming the rights to their nomadic life, to a fair share of the national benefits.
In response, the government blocked the arrival of oil, threatening the wealth of Port Sudan. They also brought an amazing amount of soldiers to "pacify" the area. Rumour says that some Janjaweeds were also acting to eradicate the influence of the rebellion (euphemism!).
In 2006, Eritrean position changed dramatically. Perhaps feeling a another conflict with Ethiopia, the Eritrean government was scared of a Sudanese support to Ethiopia, then preferred to bring the Sudanese Government on the negotiating table. In October 2006, a peace agreement was signed in Asmara. It was worthy for every party: the Sudanese government could send some troops in the other front, in the Western Darfour, develop the infrastructure of the main economic pole of the country, Port Sudan (now the Chinese import-export gate), the Eritrean could get a new ally in case of conflict with Ethiopia (who is accusing Eritrea to give support to the Somali rebels...), the new lords were assured of wealthy benefits… And, maybe some days local people will feel some changes: at least the international aid is arriving and distributed in Kassala (distributed means sold on the market).
Warlords, Masters of a No man's land. Rule of ruins and corruption. How many conflicts are led just for a shift in the head beneficiaries of aid and benefits of capital?
If only people everywhere could be as nice as these 2.
Yes, Willie Dick is his real name. (A bit repetitive I agree.)
- (The following's only of interest to close family or relatives on my Mom's Mom's side.)
- I took some time to explore Clunie and to network with local history buffs in my search for the legendary 'Miller of Clunie', a McLaren, who, according to my great uncle Mac, had been my great x 3 or 4 grandfather (Mom's Mom's Dad's Dad's Dad or his Dad). The church (1840) was locked, but the local vicar, a woman I met at her home after I was given her phone number and address, guided me in her car to the home of these two who were very helpful and informative with a wealth of local records and maps that we pored over around their dining room table. I then visited the home of a family who were living in what had been the renovated Free Church dating from the mid 19th cent., and which I thought might have been the church of the Miller and his family. (Nope, the 'Free Church' formed in 1843.) The current owners and their daughter, originally from northern England, were as welcoming and as nice as people you'll ever meet anywhere. The husband/father told me that he'd found a 'horse brass' there with the alleged Miller's surname on it, McLaren (my grandmother, Mom's Mom, was a McLaren). I then drove to Caputh where members of Clunie's Free Church congregation buried their dead in the cemetery there after they'd walked the 4 miles to that town on a road known as 'coffin way', and found several old tombstones with the McLaren name. They didn't have any apparent connection with a Miller, but I wondered if they had some connection to my tree. I didn't find any McLarens in the churchyard at Clunie.
- I might have been prone to confirmation bias that day for Mac had only part of the history right. I've learned since that my great x 3 granddad, George McLaren Sr., wasn't living in Clunie but in or near Logierait, a town at a distance of half an hr.'s drive away (a little closer as the crow flies) when he and his wife begat great great granddad but in the Clunie area and in a town where there had been an old mill in the early to mid-19th cent., and it's certainly possible that the family moved over to Clunie after great great granddad was born. George Sr. had been a farm-hand however, or an 'agricultural labourer', not a less lowly miller, at least not when his son was born. Maybe his residence in a mill-town or on a farm near a town (a hamlet really) with a mill became conflated with his being the miller in the retelling of family history. (Update: The best candidate for great x 3 grandad George Sr.'s Dad was a farmer from Chapelton in 'the Parish of Moulin' [French for mill], which appears to be at the site of an old dam, a great spot for a mill, currently that of the modern hydro-development [1950] where the Clunie Memorial arch stands today, a coincidence as I stopped to tour it en route to the town of Clunie.) George McLaren Sr. and his folks lived in tough times, following the toughest in the mid to late 18th cent. The McLarens had been Jacobites (nominally, or at least a faction were) and fought for the pretty prince at Prestonpans, Falkirk, and at Culloden in 1746, and were made to suffer for it after their defeat, just as members of so many other highland clans would suffer for a generation or 2 or 3. We might refer to the fate of Jacobite Highlanders today as a 'genocide', with so many murdered by the British army following Culloden, shipped and sold into slavery in the West Indies and generally extirpated, @ 20,000 of their livestock rounded up and sold with proceeds to the Hanoverian troops, their women raped, houses burnt, etc., etc. Of course the vast majority of Highlanders in the early to mid-18th cent. were just trying to keep their heads down and mind their own business, but collective punishment's always been a thing. That said, I have to question the impulse for my great x 4 grandparents to name their son the rather Hanoverian name 'George' McLaren 40 to 65 years after Culloden. (The name's Greek in origin, deriving from Georgios, but the Highland Scots' oppressors at that time were ruled by a succession of men named George.) And no clue could've been had as he went on to compound the submission by naming his son George Jr. I get that nothing succeeds like success and nothing bombs like defeat, but Stockholm syndrome is over-rated. Or am I being insensitive? Were the members of Jacobite clans or Highlanders, or Scots in general, so oppressed in the late 18th cent. that they perceived some respite or a benefit to be gained in naming their sons George? I have at least 5 Georges in my family tree, the only ones I know of: 1 great great grandfather (George McLaren Jr.), 3 great x 3 and 1 great x 4. 3 were Scots, 1 was 1/2 Scots and 1 was Scots-Irish. Does that say something? (This is much less likely to be significant if George was a popular name in Scotland before the arrival of the Hanoverians, as clannish Scots would tend to name their children after their forebears. Something else to research.)
- Update April '25: In contrast, a pair of great x 4 grandparents (John Menzies and Margaret Urquhart) might have named their son Archibald, baptized in the 'Gaelic chapel' in Perth 220-odd yr.s ago, after Archibald Menzies, a famous Jacobite, the son of a chieftain who marched on London with the Bonnie Prince, fought the Duke of Cumberland at Clifton and was executed at Carlisle, and who features as a hero in Sir Walter Scott's 'Waverley' (although that novel, a big hit and "one of the first historical novels in the Western tradition" [THE first?], was a post-natal publication). He was born @ 65 yr.s after Culloden. It's at least a possibility.
- Let this be a lesson to me. Always do the research in the records first if you can before heading into the country to conduct genealogical inquiries. I'll add that the time spent that day was almost worth it as the people I met in and @ Clunie were so engaging and intrigued and eager to help, and which I found remarkable (although I lost the time to visit nearby Dunkeld and the famous cathedral there, or Menzies castle which is fantastic in itself, and as my great great grandmother, Mom's Mom's Mom's Mom, was a Menzies. The castle is home to the Clan Gregor museum, a coincidence as my great great grandmother Christina Menzies married a Greig, said to be a sept surname derived from MacGregor.)
- Update June '24: I didn't find or learn about any trace of a mill in the town of Clunie proper, nor in the Dicks' maps and records, but it seems that a good candidate for my great x 3 grandfather, George McLaren Sr. (but quite young, married in his mid-teens [too young?]), was born and raised in that town; another for his wife was born in Stirlingshire; and one for his mother, whose surname was Elder, was also born and raised in Clunie (if not his father [see the next para. below]), and who wed his father there, likely in the medieval or Reformation-era church which is no longer extant but bits of which were repurposed to build what appears to have been a 'Watch house', incl. a medieval arched portal arts.st-andrews.ac.uk/corpusofscottishchurches/site.php?i... (I'll upload a photo) near the church that replaced it in 1840, just up from the famous lake in the last shot and surrounded by an ancient cemetery (where again I couldn't find any McLarens). youtu.be/sT_ygdTLfpg?si=BNyBLQYVG8mszgPH youtu.be/rPwUx27p_e0?si=Pgh4p5uUBzfea8UJ My great great grandfather might have told his son that his father was from Clunie (if he hadn't been raised there himself) which was then communicated to my great uncle Mac.
- Further update: The best candidate for that great x 3 grand-dad's Dad (Mom's Mom's Dad's Dad's Dad's Dad, IF the young candidate for great x 3 grand-dad is a match) was a farmer from Chapelton in 'the Parish of Moulin' (French for mill), which appears to be at the site of an old dam, a great spot for a mill, currently that of the modern hydro-development (1950) where the Clunie Memorial arch stands today highland-discovery.com/point-of-interest/clunie-memorial-... , a coincidence as I stopped to tour it en route south to the town of Clunie in my search for the 'Miller of Clunie', my great x 3 grandfather according to my Uncle Mac.
- "During the Jacobite rising of 1745 the Clan MacLaren fought in support of the Jacobite cause at the Battle of Prestonpans and at the Battle of Falkirk Muir where they were victorious on both occasions. However they were also present at the Battle of Culloden in 1746 where they were defeated." (Wikipedia) "At Culloden [the MacLarens] fought with the Stewarts of Appin and took part in the fatal Highland charge and terrible hand-to-hand fighting with the men of Barrell’s and Munro’s regiments. One source states that 13 MacLarens were killed and 14 wounded before they were driven back. One of their leaders, Donald MacLaren [of East Invernenty] was captured after the battle but managed to escape by flinging himself into the abyss of the Devil’s Beef Tub near Moffat [yes, the devil does have his own beef tub] as he was being marched past. He lived as a fugitive in Balquhidder, disguising himself as a woman until the amnesty of 1757." en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devil%27s_Beef_Tub
- www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIQkg8IshNs
- Scott wrote about the 'Beef-tub' in his novel Redgauntlet although he refers to it as the 'Marquis’s Beef-stand', and the Jacobite who recounts the tale in the first person is one Laird Peter Maxwell of Summertrees, not a McLaren.:
"Then did I find myself on foot in a misty morning, with my hand, just for fear of going astray, linked into a handcuff, as they call it, with poor Harry Redgauntlet’s fastened into the other; and there we were, trudging along, with about a score more that had thrust their horns ower deep in the bog, just like ourselves, and a sergeant’s guard of redcoats, with twa file of dragoons, to keep all quiet, and give us heart to the road. ... In the meanwhile, I had been trying and trying to make my hand as fine as a lady’s, to see if I could slip it out of my iron wristband. You may think,” he said, laying his broad bony hand on the table, “ I had work enough with such a shoulder-of-mutton fist; but if you observe, the shackle-bones are of the largest, and so they were obliged to keep the handcuff wide; at length I got my hand slipped out, and slipped in again; and poor Harry was sae deep in his ain thoughts, I could not make him sensible what I was doing ... [b]ecause there was an unchancy beast of a dragoon riding close beside us on the other side; and if I had let him into my confidence as well as Harry, it would not have been long before a pistol-ball slapped through my bonnet. Well, I had little for it but to do the best I could for myself; and, by my conscience, it was time, when the gallows was staring me in the face. We were to halt for breakfast at Moffat. Well did I know the moors we were marching over, having hunted and hawked on every acre of ground in very different times. So I waited, you see, till I was on the edge of Errickstane brae - Ye ken the place they call the Marquis’s Beef-stand, because the Annandale loons used to put their stolen cattle in there? ... Ye must have seen it as ye cam this way; it looks as if 4 hills were laying their heads together, to shut out daylight from the dark hollow space between them. A d — d deep, black, blackguard-looking abyss of a hole it is, and goes straight down from the road-side, as perpendicular as it can do, to be a heathery brae. At the bottom, there is a small bit of a brook, that you would think could hardly find its way out from the hills that are so closely jammed round it."
"A bad pass indeed," said Alan.
“You may say that,” continued the Laird. “ Bad as it was, sir, it was my only chance; and though my very flesh creeped when I thought what a rumble I was going to get, yet I kept my heart up all the same. And so, just when we came on the edge of this Beef-stand of the Johnstones, I slipped out my hand from the handcuff, cried to Harry Gauntlet, ‘Follow me!’ - whisked under the belly of the dragoon horse - flung my plaid round me with the speed of lightning - threw myself on my side, for there was no keeping my feet, and down the brae hurled I, over heather and fern, and blackberries, like a barrel down Chalmers’ Close in Auld Reekie. G — , sir, I never could help laughing when I think how the scoundrel redcoats must have been bumbazed; for the mist being, as I said, thick, they had little notion, I take it, that they were on the verge of such a dilemma. I was half way down - for rowing is faster wark than rinning - ere they could get at their arms; and then it was flash, flash, flash - rap, rap, rap - from the edge of the road; but my head was too jumbled to think any thing either of that or the hard knocks I got among the stones. I kept my senses thegither, whilk has been thought wonderful by all that ever saw the place; and I helped myself with my hands as gallantly as I could, and to the bottom I came. There I lay for half a moment; but the thoughts of a gallows is worth all the salts and scent-bottles in the world, for bringing a man to himself. Up I sprung, like a 4-yr.-auld colt. All the hills were spinning round with me, like so many great big humming-tops. But there was nae time to think of that neither; more especially as the mist had risen a little with the firing. I could see the villains, like sae mony craws on the edge of the brae; and I reckon that they saw me; for some of the loons were beginning to crawl down the hill, but liker auld wives in their redcloaks, coming frae a field-preaching, than such a sou pie lad as I was. Accordingly, they soon began to stop and load their pieces. Good-e’en to you, gentlemen, thought I, if that is to be the gate of it. If you have any farther word with me, you maun come as far as Carriefraw-gauns. And so off I set, and never buck went faster ower the braes than I did; and I never stopped till I had put three waters, reasonably deep, as the season was rainy, half-a-dozen mountains, and a few thousand acres of the worst moss and ling in Scotland, betwixt me and my friends the redcoats.” (pp.s 266-268)
- There's info in this link re the names and origins of those McLarens who fought at Culloden.: houseoflabhran.com/blog/2017/08/09/culloden-drumossie-moo... Btw, Alan Breck Stewart of the Stewarts of Appin, in whose Appin regiment many McLarens served and fought in the Highland charge at Culloden, is a principal character in Robert Louis Stevenson's adventure novel 'Shipwrecked'. Michael Caine plays the swashbuckling Stewart in the 1971 film.: youtu.be/-Y7YqGdFCko?si=y-wmPc18DbNDXN-R
- Another clan in my tree (of a number) that fought for the Bonnie Prince was the McKenzie clan. (It was split; the chief supported the Brits while his relative, George MacKenzie, 1st Earl of Cromartie, supported the Jacobites. Most McKenzie men were prevented from taking part at Culloden, but they played a leading role at the Battle of Falkirk in 1746.) A great x 3 grandmother was one Margaret McKenzie (her maiden surname) who married a Menzies (the name of another Jacobite clan at Culloden), and then bore his daughter, my great great grandmother, in Edinburgh in the early 1830s. I know less about this Margaret than any of my grandmother's other great grandparents, not where she was from, who her parents were, where she was married, how she died, although it seems likely she died young. Her husband was baptized in 'the Gaelic chapel' in Perth and was raised in a gaelophone household (it's fair to assume), and with a maiden surname like McKenzie which hails from Ross-shire in the far NW, it's not unlikely she was a gaelophone herself in lowland Scots-speaking territory, a Highlander or the offspring of tenants evicted from the Highlands in the 'Clearances' (like several in my Dad's tree [his great grandmother's, his Mom's Mom's Mom's branch]) who emigrated to the lowlands. That would make sense for in that case, her Highland heritage and her mother tongue (although a different dialect) would've been things she had in common with her husband. Whatever befell her (or her husband) or where-ever she wound up, her daughter was raised in the home of her in-laws from at least the age of 7.
- It might be worth noting that although all 4 of my grandmother's grandparents had died young before her parents were married (those were hard times on the High st. and in Canongate), my grandmother knew that the maiden surname of her great grandmother, her mother's mother's mother, was McKenzie, which Mom had recorded in our 'family bible' (which I haven't seen since before 2018) and which I confirmed at the Scottish Records Office in Edinburgh in 2013. But she didn't know or had forgotten the maiden surnames of her other 3 great grandmothers (all of which I've learned in the last 10 years), which doesn't surprise. Her mother's mother, Christina Menzies, died of a stroke ('Cerebral Apoplexy' per her death record, but at the age of 46, a bit young to die of a stroke, although I was told as a youth that she died of a tape-worm infection. I've learned that neurocystecerosis, "a parasitic infection of the central nervous system caused by the pork tapeworm, Taenia solium, can lead to various neurological complications, including strokes." [Medscape]) Christina died when my grandmother's mother was only 11, and her father would die of pneumonia seven yr.s later when my great grandmother was only 18. But my great grandmother (whose M.S. was Greig), was one of 13 siblings who remained close. Evidently their mother Christina had spoken often enough of her own mother, whom she might not have known (again, Christina was raised from at least the age of 7 by her paternal grandparents), that my great grandmother or more likely one of her older siblings remembered that she was a McKenzie, which was communicated to my grandmother. While Margaret McKenzie is the most mysterious of my grandmother's great grandparents, she might've been the one my grandmother knew the most about (which might not be saying much). Again, the inference is that my grandmother's grandmother Christina, who might've been or seems to have been an only child, must have spoken often enough of her own mother Margaret McKenzie, before Christina died so young at 46, that her children remembered the surname, and my point (after all that) is that I think it's less likely or unlikely that Christina would've done so if Margaret had abandoned Christina to the care of her in-laws, or had been unable to care for her, or had been arrested and imprisoned, etc. Rather, the correct listing of her surname in the family bible might be a clue (if you follow me) that Margaret had died young, just as so many of my mother's ancestors had done, quite possibly in childbirth. (I haven't found her death record.) Another possible factor is that my grandmother and her mother and her mother's sisters might have had a natural interest in the maternal line of their tree (Margaret was my grandmother's Mom's Mom's Mom).
- There's a candidate for Margaret's husband, Christina's father Archibald Menzies, in the death records, listed as one year younger than he (it wasn't uncommon for a death record from that period to understate the age of the deceased by a year), who died young in the Royal Infirmary in the early 1840s (by which time his daughter was already living in the home of his parents) of "Fever", likely Borrelia recurrentis aka 'Louse-born Relapsing Fever'. 'LBRF' is "associated with poverty, crowding, and warfare". An epidemic of LBRF was raging on the High street at the time of his death. Here's a sobering account from Isabella Bird re the quality of life for many of my grandmother's ancestors in the slums of 19th cent. Edinburgh. Listen from the 16:07 to the 16:40 min. pt. and from 22:09 to 22:33 re the insects and lice that likely killed the man who might've been my great x 3 grandfather.: youtu.be/nGVIHIT1NkU?si=GqxZMfOaP6zEjlH0
- youtu.be/xPLMnTU9Hs8?si=kLPChCSOv8oChi1T
- Margaret's daughter Christina worked as a "house servant" in her teens while living in an apt. on 'the Pleasance' with her widowed paternal grandmother, then in her late 60s, who had raised her from at least the age of 7 with her own older kids. Only the 2 were living together shortly before the old lady died. Following her grandmother's death, Christina moved into a flat in a close off the High st. which would later be condemned as a slum and demolished.
- Margaret's a bit more interesting to me as she was my Mom's Mom's Mom's Mom's Mom, and as she's as far back as our records take me (although not far at all really) up the matrilineal branch of my tree. Some cultures have a special focus or emphasis on that line; many North American first nations inherit from, and their tribal or clan membership derives from, the female line, and are often matrilocal www.flickr.com/photos/97924400@N00/4288828562/in/photostr... and Jewish heritage is famously matrilineal. Mitochondrial DNA has passed almost exclusively from mother to child from time immemorial. (But we have more insight as to the Y chromosome that passes from father to son what with the surnames that have passed down with it since the Middle Ages. Mine passed through some generations of Danish Vikings named 'Bert Raven' ['Bright Raven'] via Normandy and then England [or Scotland?] and then Ireland [I think], or from Normandy and then France to Ireland in the 'Post-Cromwellian' Huguenot exodus. I've read that while every child inherits an X chromosome from his or her mother, only daughters inherit a 2nd X chromosome from their father, who in turn inherits it from his mother, who could have inherited that particular chromosome from either of her parents, and so on. So while I inherited the Y chromosome from my Dad's Dad, and all 3 of us inherited an X chromosome from our Mom, my sisters inherited an X chromosome from my Dad's Mom, which I didn't.) Of course, if I knew Margaret McKenzie's mother's maiden name, or her maternal grandmother's, etc., that name would take on a certain interest.
- McKenzie clan history: youtu.be/F-Sy-BxF1PU?si=HIi5rOutqDHeCnA-
- youtu.be/FMlxQdWfuRU?si=Bw6h6RNmzgBcjtoI
Artist: Dame Barbara Hepworth
Title: Single Form (Eikon)
Material: bronze
Tate Liverpool
Albert Dock
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, UK
Form 5 Confirmation 2021.E3
Celebrant: Father Martin Then, CDD
(Next student goes over the YELLOW line and block the view.)
O fogo é formado por três entidades distintas, que compõem o "triângulo do fogo". São eles o combustível (aquilo que queima, como a madeira), o comburente (que permite a queima, como o oxigênio) e o calor. Sem uma dessas entidades, não pode haver fogo. Nisso se baseiam os extintores. O extintor de CO2 além de expulsar o oxigênio do meio, já que o CO2 é mais pesado que o ar, resfria consideravelmente o meio, ou seja, retira o calor do ambiente. Removendo duas entidades, não há fogo.
O fogo tem fascinado a humanidade durante milhares de anos. Foi a maior conquista do homem pré-histórico. A partir desta conquista o homem aprendeu a utilizar a força do fogo em seu proveito, extraindo a energia dos materiais da natureza ou moldando a natureza em seu benefício. O Fogo serviu como proteção aos primeiros hominídeos, afastando os predadores. Depois, o fogo começou a ser empregado na caça, usando tochas rudimentares para assustar a presa, encurralando-a. Foram inventados vários tipos de tochas, utilizando diversas madeiras e vários óleos vegetais e animais. No Inverno e em épocas gélidas, o Fogo protegeu o Ser Humano do frio mortal. O Ser Humano Pré-Histórico também aprendeu a “cozinhar” os alimentos em fogueiras, tornando-os mais saborosos e saudáveis, pois o calor matava as muitas bactérias existentes na carne. O fogo foi o maior responsável pela sobrevivência do Ser humano e pelo Grau de Desenvolvimento da Humanidade, apesar de que, durante muitos períodos da história, o Fogo foi usado no desenvolvimento e criação de Armas e como força destrutiva.
por: Fareday
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