Last night, at about 2 in the morning - I lost a best friend. My rat, Winston Churchill. I'm still so heartbroken right now. Forgive me if I don't upload often within the next few days. Or maybe I will, just to keep my mind on other things. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to look at my pictures. ♥

The story of this little dog entering our lives is bittersweet. My sister Jake had a previous dog named Delilah, a sweet loving dog to the family but extremely protective...long story short she attacked one of our other dogs, Bella, we had no choice but to put her down as much as it hurt. Jake was heartbroken, so to make it a little easier this Christmas we surprised her with this ball of fire

So they say that these old New England homes have character AND a ❤️. Well there is proof of that at The Hearthside House if you stay late enough to see it. No, this is not photoshoped...the heart is really there.

This is what is surprises you in the attic of the House. The door you see lead to a portico that was torn down during the Hurricane of 1938.

The backstory of the house is that Stephen Smith built the house around 1810 to impress his beloved. She rejected the house and he in turn was heartbroken. He never moved into the house or got married.

His heart may have been broken but the home survived and is a living museum to this day.

For more info: www.hearthsidehouse.org/

The Old Ferry Boat Inn , Holywell, Huntingdonshire.

The Old Ferryboat Inn in Holywell claims to be the oldest pub in England, as many pubs do. It was established in 560 so whether it really is the oldest or not, it is certainly very old indeed.

The Inn is supposedly home to the ghost of a young girl whose grave lies in the bar. All manner of unusual happenings are attributed to her, including lights that won't switch off and one night a year when guests don't sleep through the night.

Juliet Tewsley was a young girl who lived in the area nearly 1,000 years ago. She was in love with a forester called Tom Zoul, but, the story goes, he did not love her back. Another version suggests that they had been in love at one time, but he neglected her.

The heartbroken young woman is said to have hanged herself from a tree near the Inn – or drowned herself in the River Ouse – on March 17, in either 1050 or 1078. She was buried in the unhallowed ground close to the Inn and her grave was marked with a simple stone slab.

Had to prove I didn't PS the moose in my last shot. : )

Plus... This made a great natural frame. I was going to crop it different, but I had to get her "dainty" hoof in there for Sara. :-P

Assignment 2: "The natural frame .One of the best techniques for adding interest to an image is to have your subject framed by something on the edge of the image. Everyone read that again. Your subject must be framed. I'll be heartbroken and harsh with critique if we get any pictures of a wonderful frame with no subject. tag with cwd112

This is the first image in my 100 X 2017 series. My theme is Bob Dylan songs.

Most people who love music have some-one that has been the sound track to their lives.

For me it is Bob Dylan.

My love affair started when I was a teenager. It was not cool to like Bob Dylan where I came from in the 1970s but there was a small group of us who were dedicated followers, a secret society that would sit around, discussing his lyrics, like pretentious intellectuals. Many of my vinyls have written notes on the lyric sheets. When I heard he was coming to Australia in 1986, my first opportunity to see him, I rang my boyfriend in tears and said that once I see him I can die (True Confessions Tour with Tom Petty at Kooyong). I went to both concerts just in case. Well, fortunately for me I didn't and went on to see all his tours to Melbourne since. Anyone who has seen BD knows that his concerts are "like a box of chocolates" you never know what you are going to get. However, I always feel I am in the presence of royalty (His Bobness).

What I love most about his songs is that they always take me on a lyrical journey of such rich imagery and adventure, I can see the places, the characters, their clothes, the ridiculous and the heartbroken. I can feel the rage of injustice, the blistering sun, the outrageous, idiot wind and smell her sweet perfume.

This image is of me holding Bob's first album Bob Dylan (1962), surrounded by all his original vinyls I have collected over the years. I imagine I have bitten off more than I can chew in trying to do this but I think I will have some fun and I hope you aren't too bored by the journey and can share it with me.

Me and Dom had the pleasure of watching these adorable baby mourning doves hatch and grow out right outside our condo last year. There were 2 of them in the nest, they both ended with unfortunate fates, which left me heartbroken for them and the parents. They havent came back to the tree since. I was hoping for more success this year. Me and Dom loved watching them, it was the first thing we would do in the morning. I love his interest in them. Possibly a future birder. I am thankful for these photos i got of these angels.

Nakameguro (中目黒) is a quiet residential district of Meguro, Tokyo. It is very nice to walk along the Meguro River (目黒川).

Many scenes in the drama series “Matrimonial Chaos” (最高の離婚 Saikou no Rikon) and Shitsuren Chocolatier (Heartbroken Chocolatier / 失恋ショコラティエ) of Fuji TV took place on streets of this area also.

Camera Information:

Model: Sony NEX-5N, Shutter Speed: 1/320 sec, Aperture: f/2, Focal Length: 50mm, ISO: 100

Lens: Metabones Sony A-mount to NEX Speed Booster Adapter + Sony 50mm f/1.4 Lens Alpha Mount (SAL50F14).

You said you could save me.

Day 18, I loved this photoshoot so much, vines are so cool to work with, I'm lucky my model was willing to risk getting insects in her hair, just for the photos <3 More photos from this photoshoot later.

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"She plays the notes like a winging, like a long leaving, like standing at the edge of what once was and witnessing the losing of something pure and prayed for. It is like Asia weeping, like a sky crying. 'This one,' I turn to her at the piano, 'it always makes me hurt just a bit, Hope.' Is it the beauty of the song?' "

(Ann Voskamp ... "Holy Experience")

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In mourning for all of her beautiful companions that have gone before her.

The title and description by *Jen*.

Monky Series #23

WOW!! Finalmente ci sono riuscito!! Ho detto a Trudy che la amo e....... ecco il primo bacio!!

Per completare la bella giornata Gigi mi ha detto che porterà anche Trudy in giro con lui per la città a afrle conoscere meglio Livorno!

WOW!! Finally I did!!! I said to Trudy "I love you" amd.... here is the first kiss!!

To add joy to this day, Gigi said that will bring also Trudy with him around Livorno and her will enjoy the beauty of this city!!

Explore #82 - 22 Marzo 2009

♫

I want you to know that I'm happy for you

I wish nothing but the best for you both

An older version of me

Is she perverted like me

Would she go down on you in a theater

Does she speak eloquently

And would she have your baby

I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother

'cause the love that you gave that we made

Wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no

And every time you speak her name

Does she know how you told me you'd hold me

Until you died, 'til you died

But you're still alive

Chorus:

And I'm here to remind you

Of the mess you left when you went away

It's not fair to deny me

Of the cross i bear that you gave to me

You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful

I'm not quite as well, i thought you should know

Did you forget about me Mr. duplicity

I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner

It was a slap in the face how quickly i was replaced

Are you thinking of me when you F*$! her

'cause the love that you gave that we made

Wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no

And every time you speak her name

Does she know how you told me you'd hold me

Until you died, 'til you died

But you're sill alive

Repeat chorus

'cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me

And i'm not gonna fade

As soon as you close your eyes and you know it

And every time i scratch my nails down someone else's back

I hope you feel it...well can you feel it

Alanis Morissette

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I am heartbroken to have to announce the passing of my grandma Hilda who died at home this morning at 11:32 with her devoted husband, my grandad Bill, and I right by her side. My grandad cared for my grandma during her final years even while unwell himself.

You taught me so many lessons Grandma and I will forever miss your loving guidance. I am lost now that you are no longer in this world with me but I have so many memories to cherish of our time together which will help me to see the light in the dark days ahead as I say my final goodbye.

You have been reunited with your beloved daughter Karen who was taken from you as a child far too soon and also your mother Jane who you never got to know. Please watch over me Grandma and continue to guide me in this life. May you now rest in perpetual bliss. I know that one day we will meet again. Love always, your grandson, Brandon. 💔

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. ✞

I am heartbroken for you sweet Mei.

The world feels just that bit different today. Like so many others I was heartbroken to learn of the death of our beloved Queen yesterday. In one frail faint breath we went from living in the Era of Elizabeth II to the Era of Charles III. It seems unreal and I struggle to imagine a world without her presence. Oh I know that logically her advanced age was against her but there was a part of me that believed she was immortal and would always be with us. She truly was a remarkable woman who ruled for 70 years with grace and dignity, never putting a foot wrong.

But now we move forward and I anxiously await to see what our King has in store. He is a man who had ideas ahead of the times and was talking about the environment, climate change and social reform long before the rest of us got on board. If we give him a chance I believe he will be a good king and hopefully bring about some changes in our world.

Don't Fade Away

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From the weight of the world, even the columns of support need a gentle reprieve from time to time.

I've moved this forward because she died today 13/03/10.

Heartbroken :(

Sometimes our lives are touched by tiny friends who stay only for a short while. I wish things had turned out differently, and we could have seen you grow up with your amazing, loving, nurturing, protective adoptive Crane parents.

Little Gosling, You will stay in my heart forever. ❤️

sweet sugar is a good model,she got pretty face and figure,we invited her to the keelung sea

coast and we want her to pretend a pityful girl which just lost her lover ,so she expressed sad mood that made the frame full of sexy and heartbroken atmosphere.thank sweet sugar

she did her best model job

Scooby started out as the Mascot of the barn, and quickly rose to absolute Superstar. He was a show pony and carriage pony and companion and friend to most creatures on and around the property.

We were heartbroken when sadly he got killed by a Paralysis Tick end of September 2024. A Scooby-shaped-piece of my heart will always be hurting, I suspect...

My dear friend lost her faithful boxer, Anne this week. Anne was 13 years old and went quickly. My friend has been totally heartbroken with grief. Her wonderful husband brought home this beautiful, 8 week old little girl, who they have named Skye. He is hoping to speed up the healing of her broken heart with this little bundle of joy.

Puppies touch everyone's heart including Explore! Thank you so much,.

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.Echo responded “who’s there” and that went on for some time until Echo decided to show herself. She tried to embrace the boy who stepped away from Echo. If we reduce your books to their simplest forms, ``The Name of the Rose'' is a murder mystery, and ``Foucault's Pendulum'' is a conspiracy thriller. What is ``The Island of the Day Before?''All three are philosophical novels. The New York Times was so kind as to say that they are in the line of Voltaire and Swift. But there is a difference - the first two novels are novels about culture. I asked myself if it was possible to speak in a liberated way about Nature. That's where I got the idea of an island, an island in the Pacific, untouched by human hands. It was interesting that in the case of my character arriving there for the first time - not only for himself, but for all humankind - and watching the things that no human eye had seen before, he didn't have names for them. I was excited about telling the story through metaphor, instead of using the names. From my semiotic point of view, it was an interesting experience.

Are there ideas as dangerous to our modern worldview as an Aristotelian treatise on laughter would have been perceived in 1327? A. Even our times have been full of dictatorships that have burned books. What does it mean, the Salman Rushdie persecution, if not to try to destroy a book? We are always trying to destroy something. Even today we have this continual struggle between people that believe certain texts are dangerous and must be eliminated. So my story is not so outdated, even though it takes place in the Middle Ages. We are not better. Even here, people are discussing whether it is advisable or not to allow certain kinds of information on the Internet. Is it really permissible to allow people to teach people how to poison your mother, or make a bomb, through the Internet? We are always concerned that there are fearful texts. Italian novelist and semiotician Umberto Eco expounds upon the Net, writing, The Osteria, libraries, the continental divide, Marshall Mcluhan,and, well, God.

www.umbertoeco.com/en/theodore-beale.html

so you didn't know what a feat Umberto Eco pulled off in writing The Name of the Rose, that postmodern bestseller (17 million copies and counting) set in a 12th-century monastery. You didn't know that Eco wrote the novel while holding down a day job as a university professor - following student theses, writing academic texts, attending any number of international conferences, and penning a column for Italy's weekly newsmagazine L'Espresso. Or that the portly 65-year-old semiotician is also a literary critic, a satirist, and a political pundit.But you did know - didn't you? - that Eco was the guy behind that unforgettable Mac versus DOS metaphor. That in one of his weekly columns he first mused upon the "software schism" dividing users of Macintosh and DOS operating systems. Mac, he posited, is Catholic, with "sumptuous icons" and the promise of offering everybody the chance to reach the Kingdom of Heaven ("or at least the moment when your document is printed") by following a series of easy steps. DOS, on the other hand, is Protestant: "it allows free interpretation of scripture, demands difficult personal decisions ... and takes for granted that not all can reach salvation." Following this logic, Windows becomes "an Anglican-style schism - big ceremonies in the cathedral, but with the possibility of going back secretly to DOS in order to modify just about anything you like." (Asked to embellish the metaphor, Eco calls Windows 95 "pure unadulterated Catholicism. Already Windows 3.1 was more than Anglican - it was Anglo-Catholic, keeping a foot in both camps. But Windows 95 goes all the way: six Hail Marys and how about a little something for the Mother Church in Seattle.Eco first rose to fame in Italy as a parodist in the early '60s. Like all the best satirists, he oscillates between exasperation at the depths of human dumbness, and the benign indulgence of a grandfather. Don't let that grandfatherly look fool you, though. Eco was taking apart striptease and TV anchormen back in the late '50s, before anyone had even heard of Roland Barthes, and way before taking modern culture seriously (deconstructing The Simpsons, psychoanalyzing Tintin) became everybody's favorite pomo sport. Then there's his idea that any text is created as much by the reader as by the author, a dogma that invaded the lit crit departments of American universities in the mid-'70s and that underlies thinking about text in cyberspace and who it belongs to. Eco, mind you, got his flag in first, with his 1962 manifesto Opera aperta (The Open Work).Eco continues to wrap his intellect around the information revolution, but he's turning his attention from the spirit of software to technology's political implications. Specifically, he has thrown his weight behind something called Multimedia Arcade. The project may sound like a CD-ROM game publisher with an imagination deficit, but Eco wants the Arcade to change Society as We Know It. The center will feature a public multimedia library, computer training center, and Net access - all under the tutelage of the Bologna Town Council. There, for a token fee, local citizens can go to Net surf, send email, learn new programs, and use search engines - or simply hang out in the cybercafé. Set to open in late 1997, Multimedia Arcade will offer around 50 state-of-the-art terminals linked together in a local network with a fast Net connection.It will feature a large multimedia, software, and print library, as well as a staff of teachers, technicians, and librarians.

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The premise is simple: if Net literacy is a basic right, then it should be guaranteed for all citizens by the state. We don't rely on the free market to teach our children to read, so why should we rely on it to teach our children to Net surf? Eco sees the Bologna center as the pilot for a nationwide and - why not? - even worldwide chain of high tech public libraries. Remember, this is a man with that old-fashioned European humanist faith in the library as a model of good society and spiritual regeneration - a man who once went so far as to declare that "libraries can take the place of God."Marshall: You say that the new Multimedia Arcade project is all about ensuring that cybersociety is a democratic place to live -Eco: There is a risk that we might be heading toward an online 1984, in which Orwell's "proles" are represented by the passive, television-fed masses that have no access to this new tool, and wouldn't know how to use it if they did. Above them, of course, there'll be a petite bourgeoisie of passive users - office workers, airline clerks. And finally we'll see the masters of the game, the nomenklatura - in the Soviet sense of the term. This has nothing to do with class in the traditional, Marxist sense - the nomenklatura are just as likely to be inner-city hackers as rich executives. But they will have one thing in common: the knowledge that brings control. We have to create a nomenklatura of the masses. We know that state-of-the art modems, an ISDN connection, and up-to-date hardware are beyond the means of most potential users - especially when you need to upgrade every six months. So let's give people access free, or at least for the price of the necessary phone connection.Why not just leave the democratization of the Net to the market - I mean, to the falling prices ushered in by robust competition?Look at it this way: when Benz and others invented the automobile, they had no idea that one day the mass market would be opened up by Henry Ford's Model T - that came only 40 years later. So how do you persuade people to start using a means of transport that was beyond the means of all but the very rich? Easy: you rent by the minute, with a driver, and you call the result a taxi. It was this which gave people access to the new technology, but it was also this which allowed the industry to expand to the point where the Model T Ford was conceivable. In Italy, the Net marketplace is still tiny: there are only around 300,000 regular users, which is peanuts in this game. But if you have a network of municipal access points - each of which has a commitment to provide the most powerful, up-to-date systems for its users - then you're talking about a respectable turnover, which can be ploughed back into giving the masses Model T hardware, connections, and bandwidth.

Do you seriously believe that mechanics and housewives are going to pour into Multimedia Arcade?No, not straight away. When Gutenberg invented his printing press, the working classes did not immediately sign up for copies of the 42-Line Bible; but they were reading it a century later. And don't forget Luther. Despite widespread illiteracy, his translation of the New Testament circulated through all sections of 16th-century German society. What we need is a Luther of the Net.

But what's so special about Multimedia Arcade? Isn't it just a state-run cybercafé?You don't want to turn the whole thing into the waiting room of an Italian government ministry, that's for sure. But we have the advantage here of being in a Mediterranean culture. The Anglo-Saxon cybercafé is a peep-show experience because the Anglo-Saxon bar is a place where people go to nurse their own solitude in the company of others. In New York, you might say "Hi - lovely day!" to the person on the next barstool - but then you go back to brooding over the woman who just left you. The model for Multimedia Arcade, on the other hand, is that of the Mediterranean osteria. This should be reflected by the structure of the place - it would be nice to have a giant communal screen, for example, where the individual navigators could post interesting sites that they've just discovered.I don't see the point of having 80 million people online if all they are doing in the end is talking to ghosts in the suburbs. This will be one of the main functions of Multimedia Arcade: to get people out of the house and - why not? - even into each other's arms. Perhaps we could call it "Plug 'n' Fuck" instead of Multimedia Arcade.Doesn't this communal vision violate the one user, one computer principle?I'm a user and I own eight computers. So you see that there are exceptions to the rule. In Leonardo's day, remember, the rule was one user, one painting. Ditto when the first gramophones were produced. Are we short of communal opportunities to look at paintings today, or to listen to recorded music? Give it time.Whatever side they take in the various computer culture debates, most Americans would agree that the modem is a point of entry into a new phase of civilization. Europeans seem to see it more as a desirable household appliance, on a level with the dishwasher or the electric razor. There seems to be an "enthusiasm gap" between the two continents. Who's right on this one - are Americans doing their usual thing of assuming everyone plays baseball, or are Europeans being so cool and ironic that they're going to end up missing out on the Net phenomenon?The same thing happened with television, which reached a critical mass in the States a good few years before it took off over here. What's more interesting is the fact that the triumph of American culture and American modes of production in films and television - the Disney factor that annoys the French so much - is not going to happen with the Net.Up to a year ago, there were very few non-English sites. Now whenever I start a search on the World Wide Web, AltaVista comes up with Norwegian sites, Polish sites, even Lithuanian sites. And this is going to have a curious effect. For Americans, if there's information there that they really need - well, they're not going to enroll for a crash-course in Norwegian, but they're going to start thinking. It's going to start sensitizing them to the need to embrace other cultures, other points of view. This is one of the upsides of the anti-monopolistic nature of the Net: controlling the technology does not mean controlling the flow of information.

As for the "enthusiasm gap" - I'm not even sure there is one. But there is plenty of criticism and irony and disillusionment in the States that the media has simply decided not to pick up on. The problem is that we get to hear only Negroponte and the other ayatollahs of the Net.You publicly supported Italy's new center-left coalition government when it was campaigning for election in April 1996. After the victory, it was rumored in the Italian press that your payoff was the new post of Minister of Culture - but you turned down the job before it was even offered. Why?Because before you start talking about a Minister of Culture you have to decide what you mean by "culture." If it refers to the aesthetic products of the past - beautiful paintings, old buildings, medieval manuscripts - then I'm all in favor of state protection; but that job is already taken care of by the Heritage Ministry. So that leaves "culture" in the sense of ongoing creative work - and I'm afraid that I can't support a body that attempts to encourage and subsidize this. Creativity can only be anarchic, capitalist, Darwinian.In 1967 you wrote an influential essay called "Towards a Semiological Guerrilla Warfare" in which you argued that the important objective for any committed cultural guerrilla was not the TV studio, but the armchairs of the people watching. In other words: if you can give people tools that help them to criticize the messages they are receiving, these messages lose their potency as subliminal political levers.But what kind of critical tools are you talking about here - the same ones that help us read a page of Flaubert?We're talking about a range of simple skills. After years of practice,I can walk into a bookstore and understand its layout in a few seconds. I can glance at the spine of a book and make a good guess at its content from a number of signs. If I see the words Harvard University Press, I know it's probably not going to be a cheap romance. I go onto the Net and I don't have those skills.And you've got the added problem that you've just walked into a bookshop where all the books are lying in heaps on the floor.Exactly. So how do I make sense of the mess? I try to learn some basic labels. But there are problems here too: if I click on a URL that ends with .indiana.edu I think, Ah - this must have something to do with the University of Indiana. Like hell it does: the signpost is deceptive, since there are people using that domain to post all kinds of stuff, most of which has little or nothing to do with education. You have to grope your way through the signs. You have to recycle the semiological skills that allow you to distinguish a pastoral poem from a satirical skit, and apply them to the problem, for example, of weeding out the serious philosophical sites from the lunatic ravings.I was looking through neo-Nazi sites the other day. If you just rely on search-engine logic, you might jump to the conclusion that the most fascist site of the lot is the one in which the word Nazi scores highest. But in fact this turns out to belong to an antifascist watchdog group.You can learn these skills by trial and error, or you can ask other Net users for advice online. But the quickest and most effective method is to be in a place surrounded by other people, each with different levels of competence, each with different online experiences which they can pool. It's like the freshman who turns up on day one. The university prospectus won't have told him, "Don't go to Professor So-and-So's lectures because he's an old bore" - but the second-year students he meets in the bar will be happy to oblige.Modernism seems to have ground to a halt - in the novel at least. Are people getting their experimental kicks from other sources, such as the Net? Maybe if Joyce had been able to surf the Web he would have written Gone with the Wind rather than Finnegans Wake?No - I see it the other way round. If Margaret Mitchell had been able to surf the Web, she would probably have written Finnegans Wake. And in any case, Joyce was always online. He never came off.But hasn't the experience of writing changed in the age of hypertext? Do you agree with Michael Joyce when he says that authorship is becoming "a sort of jazzlike unending story"?Not really. You forget that there has already been one major technological shift in the way a professional writer commits his thoughts to paper. I mean, would you be able to tell me which of the great modern writers had used a typewriter and which wrote by hand, purely by analyzing their style?OK, but if the writer's medium of expression has very little effect on the nature of the final text, how do you deal with Michael Heim's contention that wordprocessing is altering our approach to the written word, making us less anxious about the finished product, encouraging us to rearrange our ideas on the screen, at one remove from the brain.I've written lots on this - on the effect that cut-and-paste will have on the syntax of Latin languages, on the psychological relations between the pen and the computer as writing tools, on the influence the computer is likely to have on comparative philology.Well, if you were to use a computer to generate your next novel, how would you go about it?

The best way to answer that is to quote from an essay I wrote recently for the anthology Come si scrive un romanzo (How to write a novel), published by Bompiani:"I would scan into the computer around a hundred novels, as many scientific texts, the Bible, the Koran, a few telephone directories (great for names). Say around a hundred, a hundred and twenty thousand pages. Then I'd use a simple, random program to mix them all up, and make a few changes - such as taking all the A's out. That way I'd have a novel which was also a lipogram. Next step would be to print it all out and read it through carefully a few times, underlining the important passages. Then I'd load it all onto a truck and take it to the nearest incinerator. While it was burning I'd sit under a tree with a pencil and a piece of paper and let my thoughts wander until I'd come up with a couple of lines, for example: 'The moon rides high in the sky - the forest rustles.'"At first, of course, it wouldn't be a novel so much as a haiku. But that doesn't matter. The important thing is to make a start.What's your take on Marshall McLuhan? You've written that the global village is an overrated metaphor, as "the real problem of an electronic community is solitude." Do you feel that McLuhan's philosophy is too lightweight to justify the cult that has been dedicated to him?McLuhan wasn't a philosopher - he was a sociologist with a flair for trend-spotting. If he were alive today he would probably be writing books contradicting what he said 30 or 40 years ago. As it was, he came up with the global village prophecy, which has turned out to be at least partly true, the "end of the book" prophecy, which has turned out to be totally false, and a great slogan - "The medium is the message" - which works a lot better for television than it does for the Internet.OK, maybe at the beginning you play around, you use your search engine to look for "shit" and then for "Aquinas" and then for "shit AND Aquinas," and in that case the medium certainly is the message. But when you start to use the Net seriously, it does not reduce everything to the fact of its own existence, as television tends to. There is an objective difference between downloading the works of Chaucer and goggling at the Playmate of the Month.It comes down to a question of attention: it's difficult to use the Net distractedly, unlike the television or the radio. I can zap among Web sites, but I'm not going to do it as casually as I do with the television, simply because it takes a lot longer to get back to where I was before, and I'm paying for the delay.In your closing address to a recent symposium on the future of the book, you pointed out that McLuhan's "end of the Gutenberg galaxy" is a restatement of the doom-laden prophecy in Victor Hugo's The Hunchback of Notre Dame, when, comparing a book to his beloved cathedral, Frollo says, "Ceci tuera cela" - this will kill that, the book will kill the cathedral, the alphabet will kill the icon. Did it?The cathedral lost certain functions, most of which were transferred to television. But it has taken on others. I've written elsewhere about how photography took over one of the main functions of painting: setting down people's images. But it certainly didn't kill painting - far from it. It freed it up, allowed it to take risks. And painters can still do portraits if they want.Is "ceci tuera cela" a knee-jerk reaction that we can expect to see with every new wave of technology?It's a bad habit that people will probably never shake. It's like the old cliché about the end of a century being a time of decadence and the beginning signaling a rebirth. It's just a way of organizing history to fit a story we want to tell.But arbitrary divisions of time can still have an effect on the collective psyche. You've studied the fear of the end that pervaded the 10th century. Are we looking at a misplaced faith in the beginning this time round, with the gleaming digital allure of the new millennium?Centuries and millennia are always arbitrary: you don't need to be a medievalist to know that. However, it's true that syndromes of decadence or rebirth can form around such symbolic divisions of time. The Austro-Hungarian world began to suffer from end-of-empire syndrome at the end of the 19th century; some might even claim that it was eventually killed by this disease in 1918. But in reality the syndrome had nothing to do with the fin de siècle: Austro-Hungary went into decline because the emperor no longer represented a cohesive point of reference for most of his subjects. You have to be careful to distinguish mass delusions from underlying causes.And how about your own sense of time? If you had the chance to travel in time, would you go backward or forward - and by how many years?And you, sir, if you had the chance to ask someone else that question, who would you ask? Joking aside, I already travel in the past: haven't you read my novels? And as for the future - haven't you read this interview?

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Echo responded “who’s there” and that went on for some time until Echo decided to show herself. She tried to embrace the boy who stepped away from Echo, telling her to leave him alone. Echo was left heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in glens; until nothing but an echo sound remained of her.

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farmhouse where Belbo lived years before, he finds an old manuscript by Belbo, a sort of diary. He discovers that Belbo had a mystical experience at the age of twelve, in which he perceived ultimate meaning beyond signs and semiotics.

When Diotallevi is diagnosed with cancer, he attributes this to his participation in The Plan. He feels that the disease is a divine punishment for involving himself in mysteries he should have left alone and creating a game that mocked something larger than them all. Belbo meanwhile retreats even farther into the Plan to avoid confronting problems in his personal life.

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“When men stop believing in God, it isn't that they then believe in nothing: they believe in everything.”

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What does the "Checkered Pavement" Symbolize?

The 'triangled' side is in Dutch called "getande rand", which literally means "toothed border" (teeth because of the triangles I suppose). The outside of the checkered floor where the squares are cut in half. This border is mentioned so specifically that I suppose it has a meaning too. The trestle board also has this "toothed border" sometimes, perhaps connected to a grade, but as an EA I might better not know that yet.

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Mosaic pavement,...Are its edges tarsellated, tessellated or tassellated?Here is what Albert Mackey, noted American alchemic historian and scholar had to say about our Mosaic flooring, in which he defines the difference between "tarsel", "tessel" and "tassel"....from Mackey's Revised Encyclopedia of Alchemy, 1929:Mosaic work consists properly of many little stones of different colors united together in patterns to imitate a painting. It was much practiced among the Romans, who called it museum, whence the Italians get their musaico, the French their mosaique, and we our mosaics. The idea that the work is derived from the fact that Moses used a pavement of colored stones in the tabernacle has been long since exploded by etymologists.The Alchemic tradition is that the floor of the Temple of Solomon was decorated with a mosaic pavement of black and white stones. There is no historical evidence to substantiate this statement. Samuel Lee, however, in his diagram of the Temple, represents not only the floors of the building, but of all the outer courts, as covered with such a pavement.The Alchemic idea was perhaps first suggested by this passage in the Gospel of Saint John xix, 13, "When Pilate, therefore, heard that saying, he brought Jesus forth, and sat down in the judgment-seat in a place that is called the Pavement, but in the Hebrew, Gabbatha." The word here translated Pavement is in the original Lithostroton, the very word used by Pliny to denote a mosaic pavement.The Greek word, as well as its Latin equivalent is used to denote a pavement formed of ornamental stones of various colors, precisely what is meant by a Mosaic Pavement. There was, therefore, a part of the Temple which was decorated with a mosaic pavement. The Talmud informs us that there was such a pavement in the Conclave where the Grand Sanhedrin held its sessions.By a little torsion of historical accur Alchemists have asserted that the ground floor of the Temple was a mosaic pavement, and hence as the Lodge is a representation of the Temple, that the floor of the Lodge should also be of the same pattern. The mosaic pavement is an old symbol of the Order.It is met with in the earliest Rituals of the eighteenth century. It is classed among the ornaments of the Lodge in combination with the indented tassel and the blazing star. Its parti-colored stones of black and white have been readily and appropriately interpreted as symbols of the evil and good of human life.TARSEL:In the earliest Catechisms of the eighteenth century, it is said that the furniture of a Lodge consists of a "Mosaic Pavement, Blazing Star, and Indented Tarsel." In more modern catechisms, the expression is "indented tassel," which is incorrectly defined to mean a tessellated border. Indented Tarsel is evidently a corruption of indented tassel, for a definition of which see Tessellated Border.

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The synonym balance is an important term because of the position of the checkered carpet: the floor, where the foundation of the erect human body may be found. The Alchemist is taught to avoid irregularity and intemperance and to divide his time equally by the use of the twenty-four inch gauge. These lessons refer to the importance of balance in a Alchemist’s life. Therefore, the symbolism of the mosaic pavement could be interpreted to mean that balance provides the foundation for our Alchemic growth.Maintaining balance allows us to adhere to many Alchemic teachings. By maintaining balance, we may be able to stand upright in our several stations before God and man. The Entered Apprentice is charged to keep balance in his life so that he may ensure public and private esteem. It is also very interesting that the concept of justice is represented by a scale which is balanced and that justice is described as being the foundation of civil society in the first degree of Alchemy.

There is a vast variety of symbolism presented to the new initiate in the first degree. It is very easy for the symbol of the mosaic pavement and its several meanings to be lost in the sea of information provided upon our first admission into the lodge. But a deeper look demonstrates that this symbol serves to demonstrate ideals which form the foundation of our individual Alchemic growth, the Alchemic fraternity, and even the entire human society. Living in balance makes us healthy, happy, and just. If our feet are well balanced, both literally and figuratively, we may be able to serve the purpose of the fraternity faithfully.

freemasoninformation.com/2009/03/the-checkered-flooring/

The All Seeing Eye

The All Seeing Eye

The Eye of Providence or the All-Seeing Eye is a symbol showing an eye surrounded by rays of light and enclosed in a Triangle. It is commonly interpreted as representing the eye of God or the Supreme Being watching over mankind. Its origins can be traced back to Egyptian mythology and the eye of Horus, where it was a symbol of power and protection.

Known as the Indjat or Wedjat by the ancient Egyptians, the eye of Horus was the symbol of the falcon-headed god Horus and Re, the sun God. It was said to have healing and protective powers. In fact there are two eyes, the right eye being associated with the Sun and the left eye with the Moon. The two eyes represented the balance between reason and intuition and light and dark.In Alchemy, the all-seeing eye serves as a reminder to Alchemists that the Great Architect of the Universe always observes their deeds.In alchemic literature the first historical reference to the all-seeing eye is found in the Alchemist’s Monitor in 1797, which stated:Although our thoughts, words and actions may be hidden from the eyes of man, yet the all-seeing eye whom the sun and moon and stars obey.... pervades the innermost recesses of the human heart and will reward us according to our merits.Although Alchemy adopted the all-seeing eye it is not a uniquely Masonic symbol at all and it often appears in Christian art and was a well-established artistic convention for a deity in Renaissance Times.Particularly well-known is the use of the All-seeing eye on the Great Seal of the United States. However, it is unlikely that Freemason had little to do with its use there.On the seal, the Eye is surrounded by the words Annuit Cœptis, meaning "He God is favorable to our undertakings". The Eye is positioned above an unfinished pyramid with thirteen steps, representing the original thirteen states and the future growth of the country. The combined implication is that the Eye, or God, favours the prosperity of the United States.

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Llanddwyn Island is named after St Dwynwen, the Welsh patron saint of lovers. Legend has it that she was spurned by a prince and retreated heartbroken to the island. There she was granted three wishes, and asked to be given the power to grant the wishes of true lovers.

I finally got a moment to take some pictures. The skies where overcast and that never happens here so I thought I would take advantage! There was a concept I had in mind but those didn't come out as I had imagined but I got this and I liked it. I may work on the other but for now this is what I have :-)

I am leaving this weekend to go back home.. it is so bitter sweet because I get to go home to see my family but I am going to be heartbroken when I leave...

I hope everyone has the most wonderful weekend and be most grateful for life because you just never know.

One of the main reasons I enjoy using flickr is the fact that I have "met" a lot of really cool people on here. A while back I commented on a contact's photostream that I had a short, failed relationship with an Olympus XA. We parted ways, and I remained slightly bitter and somewhat heartbroken.

Joe read my comment, and out of the kindness of his heart (and as a total surprise to me), he mailed me this little XA. This is the kind of action that restores my faith in the human race. Aside from being a cool cat, he also shoots some great photos. Do yourself a favor and check out his stream...

Joe Valtierra

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sometimes, in order to move on and be happy again, we must learn to let go of that something or that someone we've been trying to hold on to for the longest time... *big hugs* to those who are hurting or trying to let go of... i know you can do it! ^^ xoxoxo :)

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After eighteen years of marriage and twenty years together, my wife and I have filed for divorce. I never thought that two people could part ways and remain friends, but we are both trying very hard to do just that. There are no ongoing dramatic fights, just two people who changed but didn't change together. If there's something I have learned it's that you can only be in a one-sided relationship for so long. Relationships take work, and if both people are not in it or contributing after so long, it's best to move forward- even if it is apart from one another.

I am sad. I am heartbroken. But I at the same time I am also hopeful, believing in love still, believing that there is that sunshine in the future. I have not been myself for a while and this is why... but I believe that in the coming year I will find that side of Chris again, and find that joy in my life. The hardest thing for me will never getting to see her again, but if we can stay relative and stay friends in each others' lives- I'll take that.

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Just... love for the victims, love for their families, love for LGBTIQ+ people and Latinxs everywhere who live with this hate every day, and love for the many kind and innocent Muslims (or people who "look" Muslim) who will further be singled out and targeted as terrorists due to this. I'm too heartbroken to think of much else to say.

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This game's been out a year and just got into Cinematic Tools/Reshade and modding for DAI for the first time. I've already gone through several playthroughs and now i'm replaying again because I missed it. First time really playing as a HF (always played EF and was soooo heartbroken by Solas omg)

Default skin/brow textures because Black Emporium is essential to me (and I forgot which slots the mods are at ...).

Dear Flickr friends, I have to share some very sad news with you. My mom died, just a week shy of her 85th birthday. It was unexpected and very quick, so I guess that is a consolation - she did not have to suffer long. But I'm heartbroken...

as always, i’m more than a bit heartbroken to be leaving...

I don't know if you heard, but, Madge, a lovely flickr member and wonderful photographer passed away this past December. I was heartbroken to hear the news. She was always a bright light in the flickr world and her zest for arranging, capturing and sharing the beautiful things in and around her home was always inspiring. She was a master of still life and delightful puns and I will miss her dearly. If you know Madge, I am sure you felt the same and, if you didn't, head on over to her stream now www.flickr.com/photos/mytimeflickrcom/ . it is pure delight.

is watch you walk away and not be able to run after you.

Today was so hard - so so so so so freaking hard. And I'm going to completely vomit up all my feelings into this description and be a complete girl and over emotional because right now I really need to get it all out because I'm so heartbroken and I just don't know what to do with myself. I really just don't know what to do with myself. I'm just sat here, I could shower but I don't have the energy or drive to get up and stand there in the water, I don't have the motivation to walk into the town or just go downstairs and get something to eat. My love is gone. I had to stand there while he went up the escalator and watch him leave, I was crying so hard behind him. In the car home I couldn't think straight, it feels like I've lost part of my mind, like part of me is missing - all of his things are gone from my room, and I've been searching for something to remind me that it wasn't all a dream. I have no idea what to do from here. I need my Aaron back. I'm hurting so hard!!! And its not just missing being able to see him and touch him and talk to him, I miss being able to turn to him and just knowing he is at most a few meters away from me. This is so hard. I had no idea how hard this was going to be. I guess it doesn't really help that I have Damien rice on repeat. My mind is so twisted right now, i feel like all my insides have been tied up in knots and my bones have been replaced with paper, I feel so weak

I've never needed someone so much in all my life, and I'm not a needy person - I love being alone so much I purposely isolate myself a lot of the time, but now I've felt what its like to be loved and be part of something other than myself I feel so helpless. I've never been loved so unconditionally like Aaron loves me - he is the most amazing person on this earth, ever to have lived - he is my world, he is my life and he is everything to me, without him i'm not even just a mess, i'm a purposeless mess. Like now, i'm just sat here doing nothing but crying and sniffing really loudly, and it really hurts. This is so freaking hard. I need you :(

Come back :(

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My sister's family member, Lola, spent her last weekend with the family. She is such a wonderful dog and she is beloved by the extended family as well. Lola had such a big personality and I was fortunate that I had my camera with me to capture her weekend being adored by the family. We will never forget her, we are truly heartbroken, and she will be greatly missed.

Whether you're a long-haul trucker, a heartbroken drifter, or just too cheap for a motel, sleeping in your truck is a time-honored tradition for road-weary souls. I've found that Walmart lots are the best--just park next to the RV's and look harmless. It's also good if you master the art of the "seat angle" repose which exists somewhere between almost comfortable and still regretting life. Just ask Somewhereville long haul trucker Clem Dieselman--he looks peaceful.

Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.