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La formazione finlandese guidata da Ville Valo ha pubblicato il nuovo album dal titolo "Tears On Tape" lo scorso aprile, il disco ha messo d'accordo sia stampa che fans.
Gli HIM sono un gruppo rock finlandese di Helsinki, fondato nel 1991 dal cantante Ville Valo, dal chitarrista Lily Lazer (Mikko Lindström) e dal bassista Mige Amour (Mikko Paananen). L'attuale formazione comprende anche il tastierista Emerson Burton (Janne Johannes Puurtinen) e il batterista Gas Lipstick (Mika Kristian Karppinen). I temi toccati da questo gruppo sono principalmente l'amore e la morte. Il nome corretto della band è scritto tutto maiuscolo, in quanto formata originariamente col nome di His Infernal Majesty.
Ville Valo - voce
Lily Lazer - chitarra e voce
Mige Amour - basso
Emerson Burton - tastiere
Gas Lipstick - batteria
Concentrate on the 4 dots in the middle of the picture for about 30 secs.
Then, take a look at the wall and start blinking (it also works mostly without blinking) your eyes.
You will see a circle of light..
continue looking at that circle...
what do you see?
Since our town is on a river, the fire fighters also talked about water rescue. This year, they set a record for the number of rescues this fire company has made in the river.
Video of him (I'll post a much briefer clip from it of where he says Steve Jobs is in hell about 3 minutes & 15 seconds in)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XS8FWcq6yIw
www.crytogod.com/homepage.html (though the man videotaping him said the guy who did their web page ran off and they are trying to get it back. Perhaps that is punishment for saying Steve Jobs is in hell)
www.sonriseroofing.com/about_us.php
www.sonriseroofing.com/profile_kevin.php
He has a Cry to God van
He protested the Pope in Washington, DC in 2008
In 2008
miamiherald.typepad.com/gaysouthflorida/2008/06/photo-gal...
www.bilerico.com/2008/06/god_killed_him_for_loving_fags_u...
mpetrelis.blogspot.com/2008/06/gay-man-strumming-his-guit...
www.newsreview.com/sacramento/snog/blogs/post?oid=683570
www.boxturtlebulletin.com/2008/06/17/2224
He met up with a preacher in Las Vegas
www.sincitypreacher.com/Kevin.html
Articles on his preaching at SF State
xpress.sfsu.edu/archives/news/008674.html
xpress.sfsu.edu/archives/news/008410.html
xpress.sfsu.edu/archives/editorials/013466.html
He likes to preach at pop concerts
www.ontopmag.com/video.aspx?vidId=8300
He supplied banners to preachers in Australia
groupsects.wordpress.com/2011/05/19/us-anti-gay-group-sup...
He upset people in Pleasanton
www.pleasantonweekly.com/square/index.php?i=3&t=2963
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mutual cuddles and affections.
outside kitty has grown exponentially affectionate.
he won't eat until he's had his cuddles and pettings.
i still don't know what to call him.
he doesn't really respond to anything, but in my mind
he'll always be "band-aid".
in other news, not a day goes by where i don't think of my other kitty.
it's become easier, but yesterday, a sympathy card from the vet reminded me.
as a sweet and sentimental gesture, they included a clay circle that had
Rocky's name imprinted on it with a generic paw print in the middle.
my initial feelings were: you have no right to send me this generic nonsense.
why do people do this? because with that token, and that card came flooding back
all the memories of Rocky's last day on this planet. they way i held him as he died.
how light and hollow his lifeless body felt, and how i kissed his soul-less head
for the last time before burying him. the feeling of just how limp he was, still warm - yet
gone forever. and the overwhelming feeling of wanting to just stand there holding
him forever, unable to let go completely just yet.
the image of his body lying in the ground is burned into my memory.
and while most of the time my thoughts of him are the happier ones,
receiving a card from the very veterinary clinic that helped me end his life became suddenly
overwhelming. it hasn't even been a full month yet, but i miss my little buddy so very much.
i still step wide over his favorite sleeping spots, or think that movements i see out of the
corner of my eye are him, or worst of all - expect him to be laying by the door waiting for
me when i come home.
after wrestling with these thoughts, i decided that they honestly didn't mean any harm
by it. it's good business after all, and all the signatures on the card were real and not
printed - so that means something, right?
i put the token on my bookshelf, next to the photo of Miss Sweetie Pie and
the snippet of Rocky's fur that i clipped just before his final hours.
a few minutes and a million thoughts later, i grabbed a can of cat food for outside kitty.
when i opened the door, i took one step and opened my mouth ready to call out to him -
but there he was. sitting outside the door, already waiting.
when he saw me he jumped up and meowed loudly whilst rubbing against my legs.
i dumped the food out for him, but he didn't go for it immediately.
instead he rolled around in front of me baring his belly, jumping up on occasion
to head butt my kneecaps. i sat down next to him and we enjoyed each other's
company for about fifteen minutes. i always know when he's hungry, but as i said
earlier, he doesn't eat until we've had "our time". sometimes i have to instruct him
as to when "our time" is over by picking him up, giving him kisses and scritches as
diagrammed in the photo above, and setting him next to his food.
i don't know where he came from, but i think i know why.
he is beautiful, and amazing, and so affectionate.
<3
The heartagram is the trademarked symbol of HIM, created by Ville Valo on the day of his twentieth birthday. Valo has said that "the heartagram stands for HIM as a band, as an entity, and for 'love metal' in general. Many fans of the band have heartagram tattoos, or tattoos of other HIM emblems — such as the single heart on Valo's right wrist, and a number of fan-submitted photos of same decorated the lyric booklet for the limited edition of Dark Light.
Some call him Bounty
Hunter... Others just call him
A nerdy daddy.
(Thanks to Caryn for letting me use her awesome shots of my new Marc Ecko Boba Fett hoodie for today's flickrblog entry! Her photostream is gorgeous, and much more visually intentional than my more narrative, stream-of-consciousness mess of photostream:
www.flickr.com/photos/13002819@N05/
I particularly love this hoodie because when it's unzipped (which I assure you it is for AT LEAST 20% of the time), it looks just like a pretty cool hoodie. This makes it a lot cooler than the X-wing Fighter, Stormtrooper or Vader ones, IMHO.
Today was a bit of a disjointed day. After a nice night hanging out with Marco, I slept in while Julie and Gail took the kid out for a stroll. Then mostly actualized an invoice from last week, sang Beatles songs to Jamie, took a nap with Jamie and the dog, played with Jamie some more. Made it to the gym for a 2 mile run at 8pm, but that was about it (the RSC closes at 9 on weekends). Also, I made a Taiwanese version of a sloppy joe—complete with mozzarella cheese!
Talked to my mom, who is doing really well all things considered. Which is a great relief. We're going to go see her on Tuesday, and I hope to get another interview done. It's been a lot of fun filming her these last few weeks; both getting to hear stories I haven't heard in a while, and the occasional new detail that really brings my mom's past to life for me in a way I don't think I've had the chance to experience yet. It's been a real treat.
Otherwise, gotta get the company with the aforementioned incredibly talented Caryn up and running, as well as begin my big push into commercials this year.
Look out!
Here. I. Come.
"Boba Fett? Boba Fett?! Where?!"
Young Maasai child and sitter. Don't know if it's a boy or girl but I think the pants are on backwards.
Hand held 20D and 28-135mm lens.
I met my fiance in the spring of 2006. I met him online, on a forum for Stephen King's Dark Tower series. I was supposed to be with someone else at the time, a relationship my heart wasn't in at all, and from his very first post to our little community, I was smitten. I broke up with the guy I was with and pined after "wander." (For the record, I was maeralyn.)
After several slow days with the two of us talking in the forums, and one eventful anniversary on the site, I sent him a private message. It was almost two in the morning, and extremely short, consisting basically of "Thanks for being on here, I think you're delightful." I stayed up for almost an hour more, agonizing, waiting for a reply. Then, he signed off the boards. I was upset, worried that it hadn't sent, that it had gone through and he ignored it, that I had made a mistake by trying to move this friendship into the "something more" territory.
I finally gave up and got ready for bed.
Just before I shut off my computer, it appeared. A reply. I was horribly nervous and thrilled.
Many more messages back of forth. Twenty or more a day, all very well thought out, each on responding to every little comment, basking as we told one another our life stories, our secrets, invited the other probe our inner workings. We eventually moved our conversations from the forums and forum mailboxes to instant messenger. Somewhere along the way, I moved from Missouri (he was, and is, in Florida) to Oregon. I had been thrilled about the move before I met Wesley, but began to have doubts. I nearly had a breakdown halfway through the move. In Nevada I realized I was relegating myself to a relationship with a man as far away from me as he could be in the continental U.S.
But I went, because it was what was best for my future, because my family was there, because my school was there.
In Oregon, I got my first cell phone. The winter of 2006, I called Wesley for the first time, and for the first time we heard the other person with whom we were so in love with. The first several minutes of conversations consisted of me verifying that we were still connected while he hyperventilated. Once he found his tongue, I was thrilled. His voice was wonderful and deep, lacking the accent I had expected. We talked for hours that first day, until both batteries had died and we were unable to move more than five feet from the plug. Our nights and weekends became veritable utopia. I told him everything, complained about my freshman college classes, described the changing seasons, listed my family problems. He told me about his frustration with his senior year in high school, told me about his cousins, how they were growing as he baby sat them, raged about the distance between us.
We were mad about each other.
In the winter of 2007, after a year and a half of being in a relationship with someone I had never physically met, I grew restless. I flirted with, and eventually dated, a different boy I'd met at work. I still talked to Wesley every night, every minute I wasn't in class, working, or with the other guy. I grew deeply depressed, I left school, and dumped the other guy.
The spring of 2008, we officially re-began a relationship that felt like it had never ended. That summer, I scrapped, and saved, and managed to buy a plane ticket. He flew out for four and a half days over Thanksgiving.
We met at the Medford airport, very late at night. His was the last plane in, and I had spent the entire day worrying over whether he would be able to land in the dense fog that covered the mountains.
When he got off the plane, I was overwhelmed. I couldn't believe it was him. All I could do was cling to him, completely ignoring everything else. His hair was long, and my face was buried in it as I fought tears. He was hyperventilating again, and I couldn't stand on my own.
The days went far too quickly, and abruptly we were back at the airport. I begged him not to leave, and, even though he's younger than me, he is the grown-up. He reminded me that he had responsibilities he had to face. He had classes and his family that deserved completion and closure, respectively. I sobbed, but he had to go. Still, I had his word that he would be back, and I had a ring. It was small, sterling silver and hand crafted with a tiny amethyst stone, not an engagement ring, but a promise one.
By now, we had a cellphone plan that allowed us to talk anytime, day or night, without costing us a fortune. So, we talked. We planned. We saved. By spring of 2009, he'd saved enough money to buy me a plane ticket.
In September of 2009, I flew to Pensacola. I was there for two of the best weeks of my life. He proposed to me--twice. I said yes. I now had a different ring, white gold, with a lovely little topaz. When it came time for me to leave, I once again, begged him. This time I begged him not to make me go. Once again, he was the adult. He reminded me that I too had a family. I had a job. I had responsibilities.
So I came back. I was miserable to be back to the grind knowing the best thing that had ever happened to me was across the country.
Then, I got a rash. It started as a tiny scratch, and grew until my entire ring finger was consumed. It turned out that I'm extremely allergic to gold. Gone then, was my ability to wear my precious ring, my promise, my visual proof of love from a man none of my friends has met. I switched back to my promise ring, and carried on.
One of the conditions of my returning to Oregon was the plan we had set, for him to get a scholarship at the university here, and to move out during the summer of 2010. We would live to together while he finished school. We would get married during the summer of 2011.
And now, and now.
He's been unable to find a job. He owes his school money, and I'm living pay-check to pay-check.
And today, it hit me.
In all likelihood, we won't be together this summer. We will probably not be able to be together until 2011.
My heart is broken.
But this letter, my love, is proof. Proof that I love you when I cannot wear your ring. Proof that even though I cannot stop crying yet, I know we'll make it through this too. Proof that I remember everything about us, that I know what we are and how worth it we are. After, what difference is half a year or a year and half when true love is what's at stake.
This is my love letter to you, Wesley.
in the 1896 Ward & Hughes stained glass within St. Peter's Church, Monks Eleigh, Suffolk
--Church Link: www.suffolkchurches.co.uk/monkseleigh.html
Another chute angle, including a mural of Dean of Students Gary Clinton in a riff on Roy Lichtenstein's 'Thinking of Him'
This very large stone face was lying on its side while they do renovations at the Munsterbasilika in Bonn. It was just there - you could walk right up to it. No fence around it ... very open.
(added later): Apparently these are always on the ground:
In 2002 the Turkish sculptor Iskender Yediler (born 1953) created the heads of Saint Cassius and Saint Florentius who are said to have been decapitated in Bonn in 304.
They are meant to be a reminder of the town's patrons. Their bones rest in the crypt of Minster Basilica as the martyrs of Thebaeian Legion. Legends say that Empress Helena had this church erected to their honour in 310.
Él es David Carnicer, la razón de que yo siga aquí a pesar de todos los altibajos. Mi mayor apoyo y la única persona incondicional e irreemplazable. Y aunque su galería esté hasta arriba de retratos míos, nunca se presta a posar para mi cámara. Hasta ahora. Creo que se merecía un huequito aquí.
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Explorando esto del retrato, mi primer trabajo con texturas.
Exploring about portrait, my first ps work with textures.
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ויאמר המן אל המלך: איש אשר המלך חפץ ביקרו - יביאו לבוש מלכות אשר לבש בו המלך, וסוס אשר רכב עליו המלך, ואשר ניתן כתר מלכות בראשו. ונתון הלבוש והסוס על יד איש משרי המלך הפרתמים, והלבישו את האיש אשר המלך חפץ ביקרו. והרכיבוהו על הסוס ברחוב העיר וקראו לפניו ככה ייעשה לאיש אשר המלך חפץ ביקרו. ויאמר המלך להמן: מהר, קח את הלבוש ואת הסוס כאשר דיברת ועשה כן למרדכי היהודי היושב בשער המלך.
And Haman answered the king, For the man whom the king delighteth to honour, Let the royal apparel be brought which the king useth to wear, and the horse that the king rideth upon, and the crown royal which is set upon his head: And let this apparel and horse be delivered to the hand of one of the king's most noble princes, that they may array the man withal whom the king delighteth to honour, and bring him on horseback through the street of the city, and proclaim before him, Thus shall it be done to the man whom the king delighteth to honour.
Then the king said to Haman, Make haste, and take the apparel and the horse, as thou hast said, and do even so to Mordecai the Jew, that sitteth at the king's gate.
sorry... can not clean him before shot..
I use Sigma 105 mm Macro + 50mm reversed to get 3:1 Magnification
Nissin Di622 rear left
White paper as reflector front right
crop bottom frame to get this ratio..
comment ant critics are welcome
Photograph taken by Charles Francis Himes while on a family vacation in Europe in 1890.
Collection name: Charles Francis Himes Family Papers
Original held by: Archives and Special Collections
Institution: Dickinson College
Location: Carlisle, PA
Contact us at: archives@dickinson.edu