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Con el pretexto de aprender a cocinar pizzas desde la masa hasta el topping, concurso final incluido, el equipo de Innovandis, del Título Propio de Especialización en Innovación y Emprendimiento de la Universidad de Deusto, The Glutton Club y diferentes generaciones de alumnos del mencionado programa Innovandis como Mikel Cortés (Breaking Molds), Maite Roso (Deskontu) o Imano Osa (Kafe Lauok y Deportes Apalategui) entre otros, se reunieron el 19 de septiembre de 2013 en la sede de la popular Cofradía Vasca de Gastronomía para inaugurar el curso académico 2013-2014 con una cena especial. Más información: innovandis.deusto.es
Taken form High Wheeldon in the White Peak. It didn't look like there would be any light, but just before the sun dipped below the sunrise, it shone through a tiny gap in the horizon. No light on the landscape unfortunately, but I enjoyed the colour in the sky nonetheless and thought it worth sharing.
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728 Main St, Middletown, CT
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Diners best exemplify mid-twentieth century Americana. A Northeast original, they embody both American inventive imagination and glutton drive. Their prefab Art Deco wagon design was nostalgic of train cars, that not long ago hauled the country to the top. Their shining stainless steel armor crowned with radiant neon signs however catered to the fleets of modern motor cars. And their menus fed the insatiable hunger of the upwardly mobile too hurried for home cooked meals. These mom and pop greasy spoons later became archetypes to the metastatic Drive Thru fast food chains, that slowly ate up the diners and turned them into fading relics. Much along the tradition of Edward Hopper’s 1942 painting, Barry Levinson’s 1982 film and Suzanne Vega’s 1987 hit song, here is my photo essay on the subject so Yankee as apple pie.
Being a glutton for punishment, I decided to sneak outside to take some pictures of Dark World Thor, a movie that apparently most people hated, whereas I loved. i'm guessing it had something to do with the story line?
Anyway, Thor arrived to me during a period of transition between hobbies, and I guess I just never got around to taking any decent photos of the figure whatsoever.
Being an older figure, clearly the sculpt shows signs of age, although to be fair, it was still in use until Roadworn Thor, give or take a few blonde highlights. As always, the likeness is there.. ish, but always is off the mark in some shape or form. In this case, I feel its the shape of the lower jaw, giant forehead, and the shallowness of the cheeks that are mainly responsible for throwing off the accuracy. Oh, that and the fact Thor is a Brunette here.
Detailing on the outfit is superb as always, but doesn't allow the poor guy to do any real posing, particularly with regards to its upper body, which isn't really done any favours by the arms, which as you may recall came in two flaours of rubber - unarmoured or battle ready.
Mjolnir is die cast, and as a result causes further posing restrictions due to weight of the thing, but at least it looks pretty.
Overall, he looks badass in a museum pose with his hammer in hand
Mmmm, im a fat bastard as you know.
This is my little morning snack.
Yum yum fried bread, baked beans, bacon, tomatos, eggs, ketchup ohh fuck yes.
Proper food.
What a fat fucker i am!!
Huăn the panda, Willie the wolverine, Geoffrey the giraffe, Snickers the horse, Harley the polar bear, Monty the meerkat, and Charlie the python all posing for their “family” picture.
Bowser knows that his tummy can't handle human food, but he still eats it anyways with punishing results.
A lion pride of around 25 eating a killed buffalo. Everybody is full, only late mates and gluttons still stay.
The first in a series inspired by Haje Jan Kamps' excellent Photocritic website.
He'd proposed the idea of restricting a day's output to five photos. I cheated a bit of this one before I realised exactly what I was meant to be doing.
This is the doorway of 'Gluttons' deli, just around the corner from my flat, starkly lit in the low winter sun. I wish I'd composed it slightly differently, looking back at it.
Downstairs Bathroom, Dec '09.
3 Week Bathroom renovation on tap.....
Sigma 10-20mm f/4.0-5.6 EX DC
CS2-9354
Ever wonder why we, as children, deposit our money into "piggy banks"? Pigs are often considered dirty, excessive, and gluttonous, yet as kids we deposit our money into them. Why not an Elephant bank, elephants are smart, careful, considerate of resources?
Truth is, most americans are pigs with their money and resources. The gluttons always need more of it. They need expensive things, nicer things. They need the name brand clothes, the top-of-the-line cell phone, the fanciest TV. They aren't careful with their things... they break them and lose them, or replace them years before they need to. Worst of all are the people who don't have the money but spend anyway... I detest those people the most. I will not be one of those people.
Model: Morgan Polk -http://www.modelmayhem.com/1508619
Hair/MUA: Berenice Gallegos - www.facebook.com/BeautyByBerenice
I must be a glutton for punishment!
Seeing not so good, very bubbly but pleased to get this. Will try to coax Microsoft ICE to construct a full disc for me later.
Does anyone else thing that more southerly spot in AR 2171 looks like a Mandelbrot fractal?
Celestron C102 1000/102mm. Baader Herschel wedge (photo), Baader UV/IR cut filter, Bresser x3 Barlow Skyris 274m.
Ioptron ZEQ25GT, Hinode guider.
The Bellows
I have mastered the fundamentals of the art
Of promoting the belch and augmenting the fart:
For there are more gluttons, rakes and drunks
Amongst a choir of holy monks
Than anywhere else in Christendom.
Stop braying a moment and listen:
Do me the favour of bending down
And wipe away that mulish frown:
I used a monkish tincture
To anaesthetise your sphincter,
For devils galore – God rot ‘em
Have possession of your bottom.
God knows, there’s no cure for despair
But enemas of cleansing air,
So hold your breath, prepare your gorge
For hot wind from a blacksmith’s forge.
And put a brave face on it, I say
Or half a millennium from today,
Folks will tilt their heads, and say,
“Good gracious, what is it, pray?
A demon exorcised by gas
Or nothing but a windy Ass?”
Poem by Giles Watson, 2011. Most authorities state that this fourteenth century misericord from Great Malvern Priory represents a monk expelling a demon by blowing air up a man’s bottom with a pair of bellows. This seems a rather unsatisfactory explanation, given that the man clearly has the ears of an ass. Either the man is himself a demon, or – and this conclusion seems much more sensible – he is an ancestor of Shakespeare’s Bottom. This hypothesis is supported by textual and iconographic evidence. The word “fool” is derived from Old French, meaning "madman; insane person; idiot; rogue; jester," but also "blacksmith's bellows." The ultimate derivations are the Latin “follis” ("bellows, leather bag"), which came to mean a "windbag, or empty-headed person", and the Sanscrit "vatula" ("insane," literally "windy, inflated with wind.") More compelling still is the iconographic evidence of a pair of sixteenth century painted wood corbels from Goslar, Germany, which depict a demon fool (with a face in his bottom, webbed feet, and a coxcomb on his head), preparing to insert a pair of bellows up the bottom of a woman who pauses at her work with a pestle and mortar to lift her skirts and expose her buttock. (See Ana Maria Gruia, ‘Fools, Devils and Alchemy: Secular Images in the Monastery’, Studia Patzinaka 6, 2008, Fig 10: www.patzinakia.com/STUDIAPATZINAKA/Number06/06-GRUIA-Fool... ) This would suggest that the image of the bellows inserted up the anus was an accepted visual shorthand for the transference of foolishness. The question may be asked why such an image would be deemed acceptable in the heart of the liturgical space of a priory church. The answer is simply that even the mediaeval religious did not regard such coarse humour as taboo, and self-irony was not beneath them. The carving may even have served as a warning, couched in humorous terms, to the faithful brothers: don’t fill each other up with the hot air of idle gossip, or you will merely pass your foolishness on to others.
The Suntron Glutton was designed during the first great clash with the Zorg. The 'cage' is filled with highly volatile, overly sunny material. When in range of enemy Zorg, the cage is set to detonate and released. Piloting a Glutton is dangerous business, clearing the blast radius in time is not always possible.
Given the volatile nature of the overly sunny material, Gluttons have no weapons besides the payload.
This, of course, is dedicated to Crimso Giger. Both Suntron and Zorg are his babies and he rocks.
Gluttons for punishment [ - or they've both come a long way and want to get plenty of track time in ] Liston Bell leads Luke Womack in the penultimate race of the day.
this is the glutton tomcat of a friend. He has 2 cats, this male, and a female. When he feeds them, he has to stay there and watch until the female is finished eating, because Felix gulps his food and then steals the females food. But he doesn't dare when my friend is watching. It is hilarious really seeing him sneak up, but stops short as long as my friend is there.
Another wonderful little treasure from the Musee Carnavalet in Paris was this small wooden panel. What the gluttom has on his (huge!) plate, I don´t know, but his posture and expression say it all!
Up at 4.30 am this morning to get to Seahouses in Northumberland for the lovely 60 mile Great North BIke Ride down to Tynemouth. And look - as well as the shirt, they gave me a medal! :-)