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Don't Fall from the bridge
You can't return to human world
Stiftung André Heller
Kunst, Botanischer Garten, Gardone-Riviera
Heute gehört der Garten zur Stiftung des österreichischen Künstlers André Heller. Er hat zu den vielen Pflanzen Kunstwerke verschiedener bedeutender Künstler aus aller Welt (z.B. Keith Haring) gesellt, die aus dem Botanischen Garten nun einen Kunstgarten machen. André Heller selbst nutzt die e Villa als Wohnhaus, wenn er am Gardasee weilt.
The history of Dublin's Hell-Fire Club, Rathfarnham. Overlooking Dublin city from the south west, at an altitude of 383m (1264ft), is a foreboding ruined hunting lodge, marked on Ordnance Survey maps as the 'Hell-Fire Club'. Current urban lore insists on telling us that it was - and still is - a site commonly used for the practice of 'Satanism' and other occult activities, and that the Devil himself made a brief appearance there at some unspecified time in the past. In a story similar to the one attached to Loftus Hall (a haunted house on the Hook Peninsula), a mysterious stranger seeks shelter on a stormy night, and a card game ensues. A member of the household drops a card, and sees that below the table, the otherwise affable and charming visitor has a cloven hoof. His or her screams made the Devil 'aware of her discovery, and he at once vanished in a thunder-clap leaving a brimstone smell behind him' (Seymour and Neligan).
Hells Gate is an abrupt narrowing of British Columbia's Fraser River, located immediately downstream of Boston Bar in the southern Fraser Canyon. The towering rock walls of the Fraser River plunge toward each other forcing the waters through a passage only 35 metres (115 ft) wide.
Fuck Moxie and her impossible Underdome.
In a fit rage the other night I snatched my Borderlands disc from the console.
And because of my psychotic lapse I now have a corrupted save/data file.
My Level 41 Soldier is officially discharged.
And all my ramped up mega-guns, special regeneration shields,
skill points and unlimited ammo that I busted my ass to get last year
are all lost down the toilet.
Because I snapped--and snatched.
I'm still in a little shock, actually, as I have never lost a save file/game data before.
Oh well. At least I got to complete Jakobs Cove before this terminal mishap.
I don't like to be a quitter but
I should have dumped Moxie's slutty ass
after I couldn't even make it out of the infernal Hell-Burbia arena
(Out of a billion tries, only once did I make it to the Boss wave of the 5th Round).
I should have skipped to The Secret Armory of General Knox.
I should have taken ten deep breaths
before I screamed like a rabid beast and furiously punched the console eject button
and snatched out the disc.
I should stop playing video games before I have a heart attack or stroke--
or swallow my tongue in a complete and utter rage.
Should have
should have
should have.
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Should have enough money to buy Borderlands 2 next weekend.
Vincent
Lucky Hell.
Taboo Barcelona Burlesque Nights.
21st December 2013,
Sala Apolo,
Barcelona.
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The famous Grain Belt Beer sign along Nicollet Island in Downtown Minneapolis at sunset.
Not to mention, one hell of a brew!! : D
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This is what I imagine office hell to be like. You walk in every day, feeling like you are one of hundreds of other rats working all around you. The words rat race get a whole new dimension in this building. Please avoid this in your life for the sake of your sanity! ;-)
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Much of Hells Kitchen still consists of low-rise tenement buildings. This is as a result of the "Special Clinton District" regulation established by the City of New York in 1972.
The Special Clinton District consists of three distinct regulations:
1) Preservation Area: The area from 43rd to 56th Streets between 8th and 10th Avenues must consist of residential buildings less than 7 stories tall. (What you see above)
2) Perimeter Area: 8th Ave between 42nd & 57th St allowed for larger residential and commercial buildings
3) Mixed Use Area: 10th and 11th Avenues between 43rd and 50th Streets for mixed residential and manufacturing buildings.
After September 11th, Mayor Bloomberg relaxed many building regulations which led to a building boom in Hells Kitchen. Many new buildings are currently in construction or have been built in what used to be the preservation area.
The white lights at an angle show that shunting is permitted in this direction, while the signal boxes with a LED square show that the switch/point is set correctly for straight ahead travel. The number six in a triangle means that the next speed is 60 km/h.
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Hell played in Paris on April 6th of 2012
Le Bataclan venue.
I'll admit it. Sometimes I send off for those glossy magazines and brochures of exotic places just so I can see everywhere I could be and everywhere I'm not. At first, it was a little bit masochistic. I'd flip through those arid deserts and humid jungles and crowded, jumbled streets and I'd compare. Those bleak landscapes to my almost bleaker suburbia. I'd look at all the places I wanted desperately to be at tht moment. I let the longing, sweet and bitter, well up in me until I had my car keys in hand and aa.com at my fingertips. I'd find myself looking up into the blue cloudless skies and imagined myself soaring though them to there, somewhere, anywhere but here. I let the desire to escape overwhelm the destination. I wanted to travel for so many of the wrong reasons.
But I've figured out the problem. When I looked at those pictures, I was seeing nothing more than impossibilities. I look at them now, or at least try to, and see the possibilities in them. I spread those same distant photographs out on my bedspread. But now my fingers don't stroke the glossy fingers, but the broad elephant leaves of the jungle. I nestle myself deep into the roots of the ancient gods of the jungle and let them wrap their arms around me so tight, a mother's embrace that's held so much life within it's grasp before, so many before me and so many after. And those gnarled hands that twist and entertwine above me, protectng and loving, until I'm underwater in this emerald world. And I lay back and watch that kalediscope sky above me, those shifting shades and shapes of green that shake and shimmer in the windy summer day and I feel the kalediscope world beneath me, the dying leaves and sprouts pushing up around me, the life that springs from death and the death that springs from life, a melding of the very worst and best forces of nature until the two are nearly indistinguishable. A howler monkey cries off in the distant. The ants go marching two-by-two carrying the cookie-cutter crumbs of the gods on their backs, but they'll bring the giants tumbling down and the fierce cry of the howler will fall silent all through the patience of jigsaw teeth. This world will rebuild and destroy itself in ture without the touch of human hands. And it makes me feel so large and so small. But my size doesn't matter. My name, my face, my history doesn't matter. My very essence loses some essential worth. Because none of it matters when I am apart of it all and all is apart of me.
So when I take those glossy magazines in my hands and run my fingers down the faraway lands. I'm not merely escaping where I am, but I'm bringing a bit of that jungle with me. The shadow tread of a panther that prowls in my step. Or that fierce game of predator and prey in my eyes. Or maybe new eyes all together. Because when I am in those distant forests, its very life is in me. I am so much greater than the sum of my parts. And even the ebb and flow of suburbia can't shake that from my bones.
Welcome to the Gates of Hell
The sun was out and it was a beautiful evening to go for a drive. Evan & Victoria took me on a scenic drive to Hell...
Hell Valley is an aptly named area with volcanic activities ranging from sulphuric creeks to steam vents and pits filled with boiling mud.
Torosaurus latus Marsh, 1891 - fossil ceratopsian dinosaur frill (cast) from the Cretaceous of Montana, USA. (MOR 1122, Museum of the Rockies, Bozeman, Montana, USA)
Ceratopsians are the "horned dinosaurs". They were large, quadrupedal, herbivorous dinosaurs having a beaked skull and a frill - an extension of bone behind the skull that partially covered the neck. Ceratopsian dinosaurs are known from the Jurassic and Cretaceous. The last members of the group died out at the Cretaceous-Tertiary boundary, 65 million years ago.
This is a cast of a Torosaurus latus frill ("shield") from Montana's Hell Creek Formation of near-latest Cretaceous age. Seen here is the ventral (lower) surface. The branching grooves are impressions of blood vessels. Some researchers consider Torosaurus to be synonymous with Triceratops, but they are probably separate genera (Scannella & Horner, 2010; Longrich & Field, 2012). The large openings are called "fenestra" - their presence reduced the weight of the skull.
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From exhibit signage:
Torosaurus had one of the largest skulls of land animal. This skull measures nine feet in length and six feet across the shield.
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From exhibit signage:
The neck shield (parietal bone) of Torosaurus latus
The neck shields of Torosaurus and all other horned dinosaurs are indented with branching blood-vessel channels. On the front side of the shield, large indented vessels seem to be directed into the hole openings, while on the rear side, these vessels seem to pass through the holes, terminating at the outer rim of the shield. The blood supply appears to have come from the head and gone out to the epoccipital bones on the ourter time of the shield.
Histological sections (paper-thin slices) cut from the inside of the bony shield reveal tiny bundles of Sharpey's fibers. These microscopic structures are often observed in bone where muscle, ligaments, or hard keratin attaches to bone.
Studies of ceratopsian shields by Jack Horner and post-doctoral student Cynthia Marshall provided evidence to suggest that bones with indented vessels and internal Sharpey's fibers were overlain by hard keratin. In birds, indented vessels and internal Sharpey's fibers are found under keratin beaks and on the bones of keratin-covered claws.
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Classification: Animalia, Chordata, Vertebrata, Reptilia, Archosauria, Dinosauria, Ornithischia, Marginocephalia, Ceratopsia, Ceratopsidae
Stratigraphy: Hell Creek Formation, Maastrichtian Stage, Upper Cretaceous
Locality: undisclosed site ("Toro 2") in Fergus County (apparently near the town of Valentine; = Museum of the Rockies locality # HC-258), Montana, USA
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References cited:
Scannella & Horner (2010) - Torosaurus March, 1891, is Triceratops March, 1889 (Ceratopsidae: Chasmosaurinae): synonymy through ontogeny. Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology 30: 1157-1168.
Longrich & Field (2012) - Torosaurus is not Triceratops: ontogeny in chasmosaurine ceratopsids as a case study in dinosaur taxonomy. Public Library of Science One 7(2): e32623. 10 pp.
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