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Bless Steve Jackson. He used to cheerfully turn up at stupid o'clock in the morning after collecting (or not, as the case may be!) Mr Heyl, before we all set off in pre satellite navigation days to traipse around as many sheds as we could, seeking no more gratification than a 'new' class 08 or some exotic subject for a photograph! By this time, Mr Heyl and myself were both employed as guards at Guide Bridge and could abuse this position to get past some previously difficult locations to access! Armed with a loco shed directory and a rudimentary idea of 'where things were', we seemed to survive all right with our available technology! On this occasion we came across 56001 with several wires around the loco attached to one of Derby's specialist vehicles. I cannot imagine what information it acquired that could not be replicated by asking a driver his opinion on the locos performance! Driven properly, these machines were superb. Mistreated, then the consequences were dire - see 56030 in my photostream.
Extrait de "Motivation, plaisir et gratification" : www.francoisguite.com/2005/05/motivation-plaisir-et-grati...
The new Generation Y (1980-2000) is a group of young adults and adolescents that want immediate gratification.
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[The old Eumolpus talking to the young Encolpius :]
"When I went to Asia," he began, "as a paid officer in the Quaestor's suite, I lodged with a family at Pergamus. I found my quarters very pleasant, first on account of the convenience and elegance of the apartments, and still more so because of the beauty of my host's son. I devised the following method to prevent the master of the house entertaining any suspicions of me as a seducer. Whenever the conversation at table turned on the abuse of handsome boys, I showed such extreme indignation and protested with such an air of austerity and offended dignity against the violence done to my ears by filthy talk of the sort, that I came to be regarded, especially by the mother, as one of the greatest of moralists and philosophers. Before long I was allowed to take the lad to the gymnasium; it was I that directed his studies, I that guided his conduct, and guarded against any possible debaucher of his person being admitted to the house.
"It happened on one occasion that we were sleeping in the dining-hall, the school having closed early as it was a holiday, and our amusements having rendered us too lazy to retire to our sleeping-chambers. Somewhere about midnight I noticed that the lad was awake; so whispering soft and low, I murmured a timid prayer in these words, 'Lady Venus, if I may kiss this boy, so that he know it not, tomorrow I will present him with a pair of doves.' Hearing the price offered for the gratification, the boy set up a snore. So approaching him, where he lay still making pretense to be asleep, I stole two or three flying kisses. Satisfied with this beginning, I rose betimes next morning, and discharged my vow by bringing the eager lad a choice and costly pair of doves.
"The following night, the same opportunity occurring, I changed my petition, 'If I may pass a naughty hand over this boy, and he not feel it, I will present him for his complaisance with a brace of the best fighting cocks ever seen.' At this promise the child came nestling up to me of his own accord and was actually afraid, I think, lest I might drop asleep again. I soon quieted his uneasiness on this point, and amply satisfied my longings, short of the supreme bliss, on every part of his beautiful body. Then when daylight came, I made him happy with the gift I had promised him.
"As soon as the third night left me free to try again, I rose as before, and creeping up to the rascal, who was lying awake expecting me, whispered at his ear, 'If only, ye Immortal Gods, I may win of this sleeping darling full and happy satisfaction of my love, for such bliss I will tomorrow present the lad with an Asturian of the Macedonian strain, the best to be had for money, but always on the condition he shall not feel my violence.' Never did the stripling sleep more sound. So first I handled his plump and snowy bosoms, then kissed him on the mouth, and finally concentrated all my ardors in one supreme delight. Next morning he sat still in his room, expecting my present as usual. Well! you know as well as I do, it is a much easier matter to buy doves and fighting cocks than an Asturian; besides which, I was afraid so valuable a present might rouse suspicion as to the real motives of my liberality. After walking about for an hour or so, I returned to the house, and gave the boy a kiss--and nothing else. He looked about inquiringly, then threw his arms round my neck, and 'Please, sir!' he said, 'where is my Asturian?'
"'It is hard,' I replied, 'to get one fine enough. You will have to wait a few days for me to fulfill my vow.'
"The boy had wits enough to see through my answer, and his resentment was betrayed by the angry look that crossed his face.
"Although by this breach of faith I had closed against myself the door of access so carefully contrived, I returned once more to the attack. For, after allowing a few days to elapse, one night when similar circumstances had created just another opportunity for us as before, I began, the moment I heard the father snoring, to beg and pray the boy to be friends with me again,--that is, to let me give him pleasure for pleasure, adding all the arguments my burning concupiscence could suggest. But he was positively angry and refused to say one word beyond, 'Go to sleep, or I will tell my father.' But there is never an obstacle so difficult audacity will not vanquish it. He was still repeating, 'I will wake my father,' when I slipped into his bed and took my pleasure of him in spite of his half-hearted resistance. However, he found a certain pleasure in my naughty ways, for after a long string of complaints about my having cheated and cajoled him and made him the laughing-stock of his school-fellows, to whom he had boasted of his rich friend, he whispered, 'Still I won't be so unkind as you; if you like, do it again.'
"So forgetting all our differences, I was reconciled to the dear lad once more, and after utilizing his kind permission, I slipped off to sleep in his arms. But the stripling was not satisfied with only one repetition, all ripe for love as he was and just at the time of life for passive enjoyment. So he woke me up from my slumbers, and, 'Anything you'd like, eh?' said he. Nor was I, so far, indisposed to accept his offer. So working him the best ever I could, to the accompaniment of much panting and perspiration, I gave him what he wanted, and then dropped asleep again, worn out with pleasure. Less than an hour had passed before he started pinching me and asking, 'Eh! why are we not at work?' Hereupon, sick to death of being so often disturbed, I flew into a regular rage, and retorted his own words upon him; 'Go to sleep,' I cried, 'or I'll tell your father!'"
(Petronius, The Satyricon, translated from Latin by Alfred R. Allinson, The Panurge Press, New York, 1930).
St Margaret, Luddington-in-the-Brook, Northamptonshire
Leaving Great Gidding, I decided to defer gratification and not head straight on to my long-intended goal of Little Gidding, but to head in the opposite direction to Luddington in the Brook, about a mile to the west. This didn't appear to be in my Huntingdonshire Pevsner, and after cycling for a few hundred yards I discovered the reason why, as I passed a sign welcoming me to Northamptonshire. The village is delightful, but I couldn't see the church even though it was on my map. I asked a bloke washing his car, and he directed me up a back lane to where I could see the pretty stone spired church across a field of sheep. A footpath led me through the field, much to the surprise of the sheep, and the little church was in a tiny churchyard accessible from the field.
It was locked without a keyholder notice, but the real star here is the huge range of grotesques and gargolyes clustered along the top of the walls. Fascinating. By now it was the hottest part of the day, but as I turned south- eastwards for the first time it was into a fairly strong wind full of Sahara dust which would keep me company all the way back to Huntingdon.
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A pleasant cycle ride in the Huntingdonshire Wolds, on the brightest, warmest day of the year so far. I set the alarm for 5am and got up to make coffee, have breakfast and see the world grow light. At a quarter to six I cycled down to Ipswich station and caught the 0600 train to Peterborough. Arriving at 0730 I lugged my bike across the long bridge to the far platform to catch the train to Huntingdon, where I arrived at 0800. Huntingdon is on the east coast main line, but this is a small station - the woman inspecting tickets looked at mine in disbelief. "You came from Ipswich this morning? You must have started early!"
I pushed my bike into the High Street and Market Place, and bought provisions for the day. The market was being set up, and few of the shops were open. It was pleasing to walk around a small town getting itself ready for the day when I had already travelled almost a hundred miles. I set out along the ancient Great North Road, the Roman Ermine Street, for a cycle ride in the Wolds. Over the course of the next eight hours I would visit 17 churches, of which I saw the inside of eight. It must be said that most of the others had keyholder notices, but I wanted to get as many churches for my money as possible (£35 for a day return!), and so only went for a key twice. Having said that, it was clear that west Cambridgeshire, the former Huntingdonshire, is not as good for open churches as south Cambridgeshire or east Cambridgeshire. My real goal for the day was Nicholas Ferrar and T S Eliot's Little Gidding, but there would be other delights and surprises in store. It would be a day of stone churches and stone spires, of gargoyles and grotesques, of almost no stained glass at all, medieval or otherwise, except for one fabulous moment. It would be a day of hazy hills and lots of spires off in the distance that brought A E Houseman to mind.
My first time sewing knits and leggings - it was started at nap time and finished before she woke up. Can we say, instant gratification?
Last night the south wind forced rain from the sky in thick drenching mists. Three times I tried to ride my bicycle home from the studio. Each time I was completely suckered by a lull in the storm. Within moments from pedaling out of the old warehouse I was soaked and nearly blinded by the wind driven rain. I turned my back to the storm retreating to the old loft. After the third attempt I hung my cycling clothes in front of a fan, drank a shot of Talisker and fell asleep. This morning the wind had moved to the north and the clouds were less corpulent. At dawn I pedaled south through the empty city towards the river bicycle path with the frozen gale mostly behind me and only a few bits of ice blowing at my back.
Birds of prey flew thick in the marshes. Pigeons mobbed into a solid lumpy mass on the power lines while the soggy grass lay flat under a blustery steel sky. The last yellow leaves quivered, dripping and beautiful on black trees. Geese huddled silently in the wind. This Thanksgiving morning the door to winter was wide open. I zoomed through the cold wet gray into my sleeping neighborhood, tires humming along frigid empty streets into my drive past the empty stalks of the dormant garden. There it was, alone, sticking out against all the muted greens and browns of rotting leaves. It's head pointing up into a merciless winter sky. Like the last soldier in some epic battle, a daisy now months out of season.
This is one of those crazy GIF images that HAS MOTION IN IT, but you will need to download it to see the effect.
I'm disappointed it doesn't SPARKLE RIGHT OFF THE SCREEN immediately, but delayed gratification is often the source of the coolest experiences in life!
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ATTENTION PLEASE : ALL of the pictures in this Up With People! Volume 1 collection are available right here in full resolution for anyone to use THAT LOVES UP WITH PEOPLE!
It's easy! In the bottom part of the screen containing the picture you will see an icon with a downward pointing arrow above a horizontal like - it's on the far right of 4 icons.
Click on that far right icon, and you'll see options of different sizes to download. FOR BEST QUALITY, be sure to use the "Original" option.
On pictures with high resolution, you WILL see a better looking image if you're viewing on a computer monitor or HDTV only by retaining the original file size.
If you're viewing on a smart phone, don't worry about higher resolution as you won't see a difference on those small screens.
But there's 72 images with larger than 15 MB size files, with the biggest (NBC-TV SHOW) topping out at 43.6 MB! I tried the lower resolution scans too, but they just didn't cut it for the results I'd be satisfied with. But then there's just SO much you can do...
I have three tutorial books of over 700 pages each for Photoshop - where will it end? My brain hurts! Remember when Alvin Tofler warned us about OVERCHOICE in his book "Future Shock"?
He was SO right, and his book came out in like 5 different colored covers to supposedly help get us ready...and the future is now...
"Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses."
I would kill for a macro lens, I want one so bad!!
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Well, I was given this as a gift from the wonderful jessica ann mills, who sadly is leaving our program on account of graduation.
I had a grandiose idea of getting all my 620 cameras gathered up, re-rolling 120 and shooting with them all. Well, I have always been a more immediate gratification person, so I decided to just forget about 120 and attach a Polaroid back on there. The focal range was only from about 3.5 feet to 6 feet. The pictures are quite beautiful, I'll be uploading them in the next few days. Stay tuned!
Smart phone reports from our correspondent:
"Top of 3 valleys where we just ate snack and first brew: deferred gratification plus midge swarm... Victorian morality. Purple gorse and now vistas of high empty hills replace the contd. Presence of Mcr. In the distance. Proper. A slab path snakes thru the bracket and grass. It's like nothing but... sorry to say... lord of the rings... today is.the easy day but on the unfamiliar tiredness it dwells heavily... now down and then up that big hill. Argh these midges are driving me crazy... prez it is?? Excellent"
"Choc v welcome. Since last comm done nothing but walk uphill. Waiting for the mint cake to harden.treat! But without wanting to sound hyperbole bound quite fab today. Valleys cutting into the ascent marked by Sml streams and all the way the weather beaten slabs that hold you aloft the sodden peat. Oh and huge fearful flies on one section. Lunch of peanuts and Apple. Lot of calories in peanuts. 600m summit now and down to tonight camp. And inthe valley no signal"
"Pah... puppy eating loads. Noodles and sardines and dog food. He's fine. Were in tent in rain in a wood. Tmw is hardest day. 28km across bleak low and kinder scout. Today just got better and better with lowing sun illuminating purple heather and ferns as we clambered along crags with huge views. I suppose the only thing is not having time to take it all in but come to the best again very easy ... sore feet and oddly hips but trips.out of Sheffield maybe... still sleep now and up at five..."
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There is no better feeling than getting film back from the lab and looking at your images for the first time. Maybe you knew you nailed it the moment you hit the shutter, or instantly second guessed yourself and are unsure what to expect. Either way the moment of excitement just before gazing at them for the first time is the same, Everything still seems possible and hope is alive that your exposures turn out just right.
In a certain sense it almost doesn’t matter if all the images turn out. Many times they won’t its just the nature of it. Granted over time and with practice ones success rate improves dramatically. For me its the sense of creation, and delayed gratification that I enjoy. The certain feeling that is just not possible in the digital world. Holding an end product in ones hands creates a great sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. While I haven’t taken the leap into home development yet, I certainly see why others do it as it only helps expand the hands on nature of film photography. Something to strive for in the future.
(Hopefully) this was the last of the snow for this year. The hardest part was dragging the kid away from Nick Jr for 20 minutes so we could try and build a snowman.
And film is back! After horribly botching two rolls of b&w negs I decided to go with an old standby (fuji 400 - nikon FM2n, negs by Costco) in order to get some old school film gratification.
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From Wikipedia:
The Burlington Arcade is a covered shopping arcade in London that runs behind Bond Street from Piccadilly through to Burlington Gardens. It is one of the precursors of the mid-19th century European shopping gallery and the modern shopping centre. The Burlington Arcade was built "for the sale of jewellery and fancy articles of fashionable demand, for the gratification of the public".
The arcade was built to the order of Lord George Cavendish, younger brother of the 5th Duke of Devonshire, who had inherited the adjacent Burlington House, on what had been the side garden of the house. His architect was Samuel Ware. The Arcade opened in 1819. It consisted of a single straight top-lit walkway lined with seventy-two small two storey units. Some of the units have now been combined, reducing the number of shops to around forty. The ponderous Piccadilly façade in a late version of Victorian Mannerism was added in the early 20th century.
The pedestrian arcade, with smart uniform shopfronts under a glazed roof, has always been an upmarket retail location. It is patrolled by Burlington Arcade Beadles in traditional uniforms including top hats and tailcoats. The original beadles were all former members of Lord George Cavendish's regiment, the 10th Hussars. Present tenants include a range of clothing, footwear and accessory shops, art and antique dealers and the jewellers and dealers in antique silver for which the Arcade is best known.
The Piccadilly entrance to the Burlington Arcade in 1827-28
The Burlington Arcade was the successful prototype for larger glazed shopping arcades, beginning with the Saint-Hubert Gallery in Brussels and The Passage in St Petersburg, the first of Europe's grand arcades, to the Galleria Umberto I in Naples or the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II in Milan.
The sedate atmosphere of the Burlington Arcade was interrupted in 1964 when a Jaguar Mark X charged down the arcade, scattering pedestrians, and six masked men leapt out, smashed the windows of the Goldsmiths and Silversmiths Association shop and stole jewellery valued at £35,000. They were never caught.
This is one of those crazy GIF images that HAS MOTION IN IT, but you will need to download it to see the effect.
I'm disappointed it doesn't FLASH RIGHT OFF THE SCREEN immediately, but delayed gratification is often the source of the coolest experiences in life!
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ATTENTION PLEASE : ALL of the pictures in this Up With People! Volume 1 collection are available right here in full resolution for anyone to use THAT LOVES UP WITH PEOPLE!
It's easy! In the bottom part of the screen containing the picture you will see an icon with a downward pointing arrow above a horizontal like - it's on the far right of 4 icons.
Click on that far right icon, and you'll see options of different sizes to download. FOR BEST QUALITY, be sure to use the "Original" option.
On pictures with high resolution, you WILL see a better looking image if you're viewing on a computer monitor or HDTV only by retaining the original file size.
If you're viewing on a smart phone, don't worry about higher resolution as you won't see a difference on those small screens.
But there's 72 images with larger than 15 MB size files, with the biggest (NBC-TV SHOW) topping out at 43.6 MB! I tried the lower resolution scans too, but they just didn't cut it for the results I'd be satisfied with. But then there's just SO much you can do...
I have three tutorial books of over 700 pages each for Photoshop - where will it end? My brain hurts! Remember when Alvin Tofler warned us about OVERCHOICE in his book "Future Shock"?
He was SO right, and his book came out in like 5 different colored covers to supposedly help get us ready...and the future is now...
...heading back upriver to the west, with Bridge Avenue visible in the background. My fellow boater, seen silhouetted in the foregound, was shooting with an old-school Pentax film camera on this particular day. There's a lot of kudos to be had for shooting film in this digitally saturated world but I like the quick gratification of an instant LCD screen preview ;-)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOBn-g5VTfM
This is an obscure little British sci-fi, from producers who did everything but sci-fi before (or after). This might explain why Devil Girl from Mars (DGfM) is such a departure from the usual sci-fi formulae. On the surface of things, DGfM is akin to the usual saucer-alien-invasion motif. That kinship is only skin deep, though. Beneath the surface is a delightfully different movie.
Synopsis
Reports come in of a strange meteor landing the remote area of Scotland. A professor of astrophysics and a newspaper reporter are traveling up from London to find it. They stop for the night at a country inn. Meanwhile, a man who escaped from prison has snuck into the inn to seek help from his girlfriend who works there. Also staying at the inn is a fashion model hiding/sulking from a failed romance, and a young boy, the nephew of the man and woman who run the inn. With a grand flash, a flying saucer lands dramatically near the inn. Inside is Nyah, a tall shapely woman dressed in black leather, a black leather skull cap and long black leather cape. She announces that she's from Mars. The male population has grown weak and feeble on Mars, so they are looking for breeding stock. She's the first of what will be a wave of invaders taking the best men, now her trip has proven the success of "organic metal" ships. The people are powerless to stop her. She cannot be shot or electrocuted. Nyah has a force field around the inn, so no one can escape or get help. Nyah has a big robot which can disintegrate things with his head-beam, so resistance is futile. The professor does some recon aboard the ship. He feels the ship's power source is its achilles heel. The men draw straws to see who will go with Nyah -- essentially a suicide mission to destroy her ship. While they argue, the convict tells Nyah that he's the one. Her ship leaves and blows up high in the sky. The earth is safe. The end.
Sure, it's low on action and very talky. It was adapted from a stage play, after all. But there's just so many little touches in DGfM that are delightful. One thing is the total reversal of the usual they're-after-our-women trope. This is so refreshing. What makes this even more fun is that the men do not act all wolfish and slobbery about being a stud for martian women. Instead, they act like it's exile to Siberian salt mines. This, despite Nyah being a hot chick in her own way. Hollywood could not have done this story. Another very fun visual is Nayh herself, all in black with Vulcan-like eyebrows and stoic demeanor. She's like Spock's evil sister or Darth Vadar's wife. This is just great fun for viewing. The model work and matte art are pretty good for a low-budget B-film.
As mentioned above, DGfM reverses the usual alien agenda. Instead of the ruthless alien trying to take away our curvaceous ladies, a leggy lady arrives to take away earth's hunkiest men.
This isn't treated like the usual adolescent fantasy about being the lone guy in the girls' dorm. No, the men at the Bonnie Charlie Inn regard Nyah's plan as a terrible fate. Perhaps the Brits were able to see beyond their underpants that the martian women's plans would mean the subjugation of the entire earth. There was much more at stake than their own personal gratification. How un-Hollywood!
The writer sets up an interesting contrast between earthly love and the martian woman's buisness-like approach to procreation. Between Robert, the convict and Doris, we see her loyalty and charity. Robert shows a sort of desperate reaching out for help, but then the willingness to sacrifice himself for others. Between the reporter, Michael, and Miss Prestwick, the budding of new romance which softens his cynicism and coaxes her out of her funk over a failed prior romance. Mr. and Mrs. Jamison show parent-like concern of little Tommy. The Professor shows an altruism for mankind. All these earthly manifestations of love stand in contrast to Nyah's passionless approach to duty.
DGfM features a little thing that gets attention in films much later. Her ship is made of "organic metal" which can heal itself. She miscalculated the density of earth's atmosphere, so upon entry a part of her ship broke off. That was the meteor people reported. Nyah had to land in Scotland instead of London, as originally planned, so that her ship could heal itself. In the meantime, she figures to take the best of the men at the inn, just to make the side trip worthwhile. We won't see the concept of organic metal and ships healing themselves until the Alien series in the 90s. Stargate Atlantis has it's Wraith ships which are partially organic too. DGfM might be the first film to feature self-healing ships.
The robot in DGfM is tall, but like many other B-movie robots, it's so slow and clumsy it's hard imagine it inspiring fear. Oh sure, it has its disintegrator beam, but it's even slower than a muzzle-loading musket to fire. Instead of running away (or even just walking away) from it, everyone stands "paralyzed" in fear while the walking refrigerator lumbers up to them. This is necessary, of course, since it's a sound-stage production, not an action film, but it looks a little odd. They could have tackled Nayh and taken away her remote control before robo-fridge could manage turning around. Perhaps in the early 50s the concept of killer robots were more frightening.
Many B-films end on a supposedly happy note when the lone alien is killed, as if there was no other threats out there. DGfM might look like one of these loose-thread flicks, but it's not. Nyah's ship was THE experimental prototype of the organic metal ship. Only such a ship could make the trip from Mars and hold up to our harsh Earth conditions. She said that when she returns to Mars, it will prove the success of the organic metal and a whole fleet of ship will be built like hers. By Robert blowing up her ship, the Martians will assume the organic metal ship was a failure and not re-try Nayh's organic metal approach. This buys Earth much needed time. All this assumes Nayh had no radio chats with Mars once she got here. A naive assumption.
Bottom line? Devil Girl is certainly worth watching, not for the effects or action, but just for the sheer role-reversal aspect.
I recently rehomed a number of dolls and was thinking I deserved a treat and had been wanting a new tiny bjd. I was also in need of some instant gratification unfortunately bjds and instant gratification don't often go hand and hand together, don't get me started with Latidoll and their 12 month wait times... then I remembered that Pullipstyle carries a small assortement of in stock Luts Tiny Delfs! And this happened ^^;
At Kparatao, near Sokode, we attended the fire dance. Tradition tells how the Kotokoli tribe was always feuding with the Tamerma tribe and often women and children were in the huts by the fire when fighting broke out. Not being able to escape quickly, they regularly ended up getting burned. The tribe therefore made a pact with the god of fire – thus the fire dance was born to show their respect and gratification to the god. Not all members of the tribe are able to participate in the dance, which induces a form of trance, only a selected few.
Holga Roll 1
Just got a Holga Medium format camera, it has been a long time since I shot film, how we have gotten used to the instant gratification with digital. It was really hard waiting for these to get developed.
This montage represents how America has changed from a humble, homegrown nation to one of technology, self-gratification, and "I-Mentalities."
1) "Polar bear roars on a rocky shore." PD Image. No author. PD Image. No author. imwallpapers.com/bear-growling-wallpaper/polar-bear-roar-wallpapers-hd-free
2) "Blah Blah Blah Word Bubble." Copyright 2011 to Lynne Rae Perkins. lynnerae.com/2013/8/28/blah-blah-blah-a-small-but-useful-tip
3) "Grumpy Cat Portrait." PD Image. No Author. youtubepoop.wikia.com/wiki/Grumpy_cat
4) "Window Cursor." PD Image. No Author. gujjufreak.com/cursor-lag-issue-windows-clarified
5) "Farm Aerial." PD Image. Olivia Bradley. uni.edu/sergey/fp/6/24/.jpg
6) "Boy in a Helmet." PD Image. Alec Lang. uni.edu/sergey/fp/3/19/.jpg
7) "Confirmation Girl." PD Image. Andrea Thoene. uni.edu/sergey/fp/9/18.jpg
Casbah Sadomasochism Fetish Club Philadelphia 1994
Sadomasochism, a subset of BDSM, is the giving or receiving of pleasure from acts involving the receipt or infliction of pain or humiliation. Practitioners of sadomasochism may seek sexual gratification from their acts. Wikipedia
The Mail Pouch barn advertisement was one of my most thrilling finds- virtually coming out of the blue. The Mail Pouch advertisement, located off a lightly travelled rural road in southeastern Maryland, was not expected. The owner of the barn, apparently, for personal gratification, commissioned Harley Warrick to paint the advertisement. Warrick's signature and date ("H. Warrick 89") are below the word "Best" and the right of the word "slaw." I derived good vibes from seeing the barn advertisement- its a tribute to Warrick. And, to the owner, I extend my appreciation.
instant gratification cardigan, made from mirasol hap'i. Started in the early spring and finally finished....so not so instant with me.
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It won’t be long until artist Josh Foley has completed his pet-inspired mural at the Animal Medical Centre.
Launceston’s latest piece of street art was commissioned by the veterinary practice to cover “a very ugly wall that was always getting graffitied” said business partner David Allan. Mr Foley said the piece was a good warm-up ahead of Sheffield’s Mural Fest where he will be one of the artists. “Most of the time I am focused on working in my studio with easel-based things but it’s nice to be out and about,” he said.
“It does have its own sense of gratification because it’s on a structure and I’m interested in paintings as objects … when it comes to painting on a building it’s like the ultimate kind of sculptural premise and I was really excited by it.”
The Launceston artist said the work contrasts the hyper-real animals with the surreal and is designed to move along the space almost rhythmically.
The entire process, including more detail and colour to come, will take about two weeks.
Source: The Examiner
Jerry Uelsmann and I at the 50th SPE conference in Chicago.
Shot with a Polaroid OneStep. Impossible PX680 Color Shade.
Kevin Harvick and the No. 29 Budweiser Folds of Honor Chevrolet team return to Charlotte Motor Speedway for Sunday’s NASCAR Sprint Cup Series (NSCS) race as defending champions of the Memorial Day Weekend Coca-Cola 600.
KEVIN HARVICK QUOTES:
With the age of instant gratification that everyone seems to be looking for, do you think it's still necessary to have a 600-mile race like this weekend's?
"I think (the Coca-Cola 600) is a historic race in our sport. It's the ultimate test of team, driver, engines and every part on the car. The sport is not all about just running a 250-mile race, it's about making your car last. It's more than just having a fast car and lining them up and running a short race. It's really about the attrition of the whole night and surviving it. As things change through the night you have to keep up with the race track and if your car won't run then you're done. NASCAR needs a race like this because those are the types of things the sport was built on."
How big of a deal is that extra 66 laps in the Coca-Cola 600?
"I think as a driver you are mentally prepared and kind of just know how long a 500-mile or 400-mile race is, but I think the people who worry about it the most are the engine guys just because everything they do is set off of 500 miles, so they probably worry about it a lot more than we do."
What was the coolest part of winning last year's race?
"The coolest part about winning the Coke 600 to me was walking up to the top (of Smith Tower), seeing all the fans who'd hung out in The Speedway Club and being able to drink a few Budweisers with them afterward. The fan base we have in this area is very loyal and they've been here for a long time. Seeing those folks in The Speedway Club was the coolest part."
Red, White and Blue Summer… The No. 29 Budweiser Folds of Honor Chevrolet will don a special red, white and blue patriotic paint scheme for six races this summer starting with Sunday’s 600-mile event at Charlotte Motor Speedway. The paint scheme reflects the special “Red, White and Blue Summer” packaging featured on the iconic Budweiser bottles and cans as part of a summer initiative in which the brand will contribute a portion of all sales from May 20 – July 7 to help raise as much as $2.5 million for the Folds of Honor Foundation*, which provides post-secondary educational scholarships for families of U.S. military personnel killed or disabled while serving their country. The Folds of Honor logo will also be featured on the TV panel of the No. 29 Chevrolet. In addition to Sunday’s race, Harvick’s Budweiser ride will feature the “Red, White and Blue Summer” paint scheme for NSCS races at Michigan International Speedway (June 17), Kentucky Speedway (June 30), Daytona International Speedway (July 7), Pocono Raceway (Aug. 5) and Watkins Glen International (Aug. 12). (*Maximum donation of $2.5 million includes $5,000 for every walk-off in select 2012 professional baseball games and a portion of sales for every case of Budweiser sold, 5/20-7/7.)
(near) Port Saint Lucie, Florida
Okay: Stealing crab traps is obviously illegal... but molesting? Thats just wrong on many levels.
Considering the modern usage of the word "molest", it seems like an odd choice of words. But maybe it's just me.
Time is an inevitable and unfortunately the aging process comes hand in hand. I have nearly accepted the fact that I am slowly getting a bit older (with the help of my sister's constant reminder) and hopefully I'm becoming a smidgeon wiser.
Despite my age, I am still too young to remember any of the wars that ravaged the 20th century. Apart from the continuous reminders of the ongoing Afghanistan and Iraqi wars bombarded by the ever-present media, little is mentioned about the individuals involved in previous conflicts. At times, it appears that the service men & women of prior generations are all but forgotten.
We live in times blessed with economic stability, relative social harmony and typified by instantaneous gratification. Generation Y's motto is echoed by Fat Boy Slim's "Right Here Right Now". But most of our families have somehow been involved in one war or another along its lineage. Therefore we should all take some time out to remember those in our families and those of others who have sacrificed so much to provide us with the freedom to chose the way we live.
ANZAC Day - Lest We Forget
"You seek for knowledge and wisdom, as I once did; and I ardently hope that the gratification of your wishes may not be a serpent to sting you, as mine has been."
Mary Shelley
Our Daily Challenge ... spirit of the age.
I'm a bit confused about this one but I am going with the Age of Technology which in my opinion, and the author of this article, has made it possible to get instant gratification in any number of ways. Millions of people worldwide have really got into the spirit of this new age phenomenon by wholeheartedly embracing, among other things, online shopping, research and social media sites.
my good friend from work, ammy bullivant, just got back from her month long break. she was kickin' it back at her thai homeland, enjoying the songkran festival while she was there.
now that she's back, we've been making thursday nights a habit & an excuse to meet up and have a few drinks, laughs and just catch up.
here she is, with her son, casper. energetic little bugger! he talks, sings, loves playing fetch, and so many other things that you would expect from a loving and loyal doggie. he loves licking people's faces.. a lot!
i've taken my little ikran out on several walks in the park with his "big brother" cassie. they are so cute running around side by side, sniffing each others' butts and pissing all over the place..
but yeah, ammy is the sweetest buddy anyone could ask for.