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Underpant collage by Han & Him, table with nest by Guillaume Bijl, black & white photo by Wolfgang Tillmans.
“The Collectors”—curated by Michael Elmgreen & Ingar Dragset for the Danish and Nordic (Norway, Sweden, Finland) Pavilions at Giardini, for the 53rd Biennale di Venezia.
The pavilions received “Special Mention Curating Worlds” for “… reimagining the national pavilion as a collaborative universe. Bringing together the work of 24 international artists in the adjoining Danish and Nordic Countries Pavilions, “The Collectors” comprises a delirious network of narratives that interrogate the relationship between our desires and the material worlds we design around them.”
We loved the “catalogue” concept that comprised a canvas tote bag including a catalogue in the form of a calendar (complete with Elmgreen & Dragset’s personal scribbles), booklets and trinkets collected by various artists—all with some funny twist—and for the lucky first five hundred, an Italian salami—hand-picked by Maurizio Cattalan, no less!
Participating artists: Thora Dolven Balke, Massimo Bartolini, Hernan Bas, Guillaume Bijl, Maurizio Cattelan, Elmgreen & Dragset, Pepe Espaliú, Tom of Finland, Simon Fujiwara, Han & Him, Laura Horelli, Martin Jacobson, William E. Jones, Terence Koh, Jani Leinonen, Klara Lidén, Jonathan Monk, Nico Muhly, Norway Says, Henrik Olesen, Nina Saunders, Vibeke Slyngstad, Sturtevant & Wolfgang Tillmans
...a juhok pedig követik őt, mert ismerik a hangját. Idegen után pedig nem mennek, hanem elfutnak tőle, mert az idegennek a hangját nem ismerik.
~Jn 10,4-5
...and his sheep follow him because they know his voice. But they will never follow a stranger; in fact, they will run away from him because they do not recognize a stranger’s voice.
~John 10:4-5
And you placed Alisa inside of you. you never even asked me. What do you think is going to happen to you, CIA Whore and MURDERER Jami Rose?
Still creating that "natural order" and ordinance of time of yours on a daily monthly weekly yearly basis and killing people in time, CIA Whore and MURDERER Jami Rose? :)
how much longer do you think before it ends up, on *your* end :)
you set up the channel without even asking me jami, and then you did what you wanted to, in 2005 and 2006. you chose murder jami, you chose
who supported you jami.. and why did you accept $$,$$$ to contain 176 at 1831 salecdo/guyaso, and let those people die.. without even asking
me, if you could could create that channel, if you contain me. you chose jami. you chose murder. who supported you?
your CIA Whore Jami Rose MURDERED all of those people, DESTROYED all of those lives, what should her punishment be?
CIA Whore and MURDERER, Jami Rose. her photo, right here :)
www.flickr.com/photos/89268704@N08/8123854555/in/photostream
JamiRoseCIAWhore
jami rose cia whore all those people that she killed all that damage that she caused
JamiRoseCIAWhore
jami rose cia whore all those people that she killed all that damage that she caused
1)hurricane katrina
2)bp oil spill
3)japan tsunami
and many others in time.
raped. robed. murdered. dismembered.
never punished for her crimes
born on april 4 1980.
here you go :)
by entering in her information from date of birth here:
www.timeanddate.com/date/duration.html
you can monitor her information that is used by the world markets on a daily basis, not only that, but control for what is in numerical belief, thru out the us and the rest of the world.
She creates a natural order in time with her existance and by her date of birth, on a daily basis, weekly basis, yearly basis and in forward motion time placement. :)
Its also an Ordinance in time,
(but she's KILLING people in time. THOUSANDS of people,
and *thats* accepted. :) not anymore, huh, CIA Whore and MURDERER Jami Rose. :) not anymore :)
also,
www.timeanddate.com/date/durationresult.html?m1=01&d1...
(The stasis of origin should show in the above link, like what is just listed below. why not tell people? :)
From and including: Saturday, January 1, 0001 (Julian calendar)
To, but not including : Friday, April 4, 1980 (Gregorian calendar)
It is 722,910 days from the start date to the end date, but not including the end date
Or 1979 years, 3 months, 3 days excluding the end date
Note:The From date is a Julian calendar date. The current Gregorian calendar was adopted in United States where Thursday, September 3, 1752 was the first of 11 days that were skipped. This has been accounted for in this calculation. Read more about the Julian and Gregorian calendars
Alternative time units
722,910 days can be converted to one of these units:
62,459,424,000 seconds
1,040,990,400 minutes
17,349,840 hours
103,272 weeks (rounded down)
if you need a little help to her "stasis of orgin" here you go. if you're not smart enough to know what a birthday does in time, its an active measure for which you create throught your life span. there, i said it. don't like that intelligent secret? millions people living, and not knowing that. how could anyone not know? :)
and all those people she killed. never punished
thomas warn varnas will make sure that happens, won't he?
you attempted two murders on his life at 143 Rue Esplanade and Villa Du Lac,
by channeling his dreams with tenants and parking cars outside of his residence, capturing him..
how does it feel now Jami, to know the same is happening
to you :)
:)
there you go :)
btw, did i channel her ill will and associations unknowingly, and did it kill alisa ferraro and paul gagnon in time, to?
to me, that warrants enough to blow her head off.
sorry. but thats the way i feel, at the moment
~peace
thomas :) (not smiling)
Meirion getting his shot, me........... well I was just waiting for him to fall in..... in vain it seems
Bodnant Garden
Model: Ashley Osaki || Make Up Artist Audriana Danielle || This image is a lot of what I learned in the sue bryce workshop series. I wanted a girl with curves and a professionial makeup artist to empower her as a woman. The posing isnt out of sue's examples but I do like how it turned out. What I learned the most from Sue is to capture the woman for the beautiful woman that she is and to capture her like that.
your CIA Whore Jami Rose MURDERED all of those people, DESTROYED all of those lives, what should her punishment be?
CIA Whore and MURDERER, Jami Rose. her photo, right here :)
www.flickr.com/photos/89268704@N08/8123854555/in/photostream
JamiRoseCIAWhore
jami rose cia whore all those people that she killed all that damage that she caused
looking for who is responsible for the aurora colorado july 19 2012 theatre shooting for the dark night rises? look no further.. CIA Whore Jami Rose, right here
JamiRoseCIAWhore
jami rose cia whore all those people that she killed all that damage that she caused
1)hurricane katrina
2)bp oil spill
3)japan tsunami
and most recently, Aurora Colorado Batman Murders,
and many others in time.
raped. robed. murdered. dismembered.
never punished for her crimes
born on april 4 1980.
here you go :)
by entering in her information from date of birth here:
www.timeanddate.com/date/duration.html
you can monitor her information that is used by the world markets on a daily basis, not only that, but control for what is in numerical belief, thru out the us and the rest of the world.
on a daily basis. in forward motion time placement.
also,
www.timeanddate.com/date/durationresult.html?m1=01&d1...
(The stasis of origin should show in the above link, like what is just listed below. why not tell people? :)
From and including: Saturday, January 1, 0001 (Julian calendar)
To, but not including : Friday, April 4, 1980 (Gregorian calendar)
It is 722,910 days from the start date to the end date, but not including the end date
Or 1979 years, 3 months, 3 days excluding the end date
Note:The From date is a Julian calendar date. The current Gregorian calendar was adopted in United States where Thursday, September 3, 1752 was the first of 11 days that were skipped. This has been accounted for in this calculation. Read more about the Julian and Gregorian calendars
Alternative time units
722,910 days can be converted to one of these units:
62,459,424,000 seconds
1,040,990,400 minutes
17,349,840 hours
103,272 weeks (rounded down)
if you need a little help to her "stasis of orgin" here you go. if you're not smart enough to know what a birthday does in time, its an active measure for which you create throught your life span. there, i said it. don't like that intelligent secret? millions people living, and not knowing that. how could anyone not know? :)
and all those people she killed. never punished
thomas warn varnas will make sure that happens, won't he?
you attempted two murders on his life at 143 Rue Esplanade and Villa Du Lac,
by channeling his dreams with tenants and parking cars outside of his residence, capturing him..
how does it feel now Jami, to know the same is happening
to you :)
:)
there you go :)
Las Vegas 2007
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the previous owners had chopped him really far back
i have been trying to take care of him to get him to grow and i think it's working
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تدمر يوم 9-1-2010 - كاميرا مصطفى أسعد - PALMYRA , SYRIA ,sunset at 9,1,2010 , by MUSTAFA ASSAAD (45)
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Jehane - from Haystacks in the Floods - poem by William Morris
Dark grimly realistic story of doomed lovers Robert and Jehane Le Brun, set during the 100 years war. The poem is by Pre Raphaelite artist/designer, William Morris, 19th C
The Haystacks in the flood
Had she come all the way for this,
To part at last without a kiss?
Yea, had she borne the dirt and rain
That her own eyes might see him slain
Beside the haystack in the floods?
Along the dripping leafless woods,
The stirrup touching either shoe,
She rode astride as troopers do;
With kirtle kilted to her knee,
To which the mud splash'd wretchedly;
And the wet dripp'd from every tree
Upon her head and heavy hair,
And on her eyelids broad and fair;
The tears and rain ran down her face.
By fits and starts they rode apace,
And very often was his place
Far off from her; he had to ride
Ahead, to see what might betide
When the roads cross'd; and sometimes, when
There rose a murmuring from his men
Had to turn back with promises;
Ah me! she had but little ease;
And often for pure doubt and dread
She sobb'd, made giddy in the head
By the swift riding; while, for cold,
Her slender fingers scarce could hold
The wet reins; yea, and scarcely, too,
She felt the foot within her shoe
Against the stirrup: all for this,
To part at last without a kiss
Beside the haystack in the floods.
For when they near'd that old soak'd hay,
They saw across the only way
That Judas, Godmar, and the three
Red running lions dismally
Grinn'd from his pennon, under which
In one straight line along the ditch,
They counted thirty heads.
So then
While Robert turn'd round to his men
She saw at once the wretched end,
And, stooping down, tried hard to rend
Her coif the wrong way from her head,
And hid her eyes; while Robert said:
"Nay, love, 'tis scarcely two to one,
At Poictiers where we made them run
So fast--why, sweet my love, good cheer,
The Gascon frontier is so near.
Naught after this."
But, "Oh!" she said,
"My God! my God! I have to tread
The long way back without you; then
The court at Paris; those six men;
The gratings of the Chatelet;
The swift Seine on some rainy day
Like this, and people standing by
And laughing, while my weak hands try
To recollect how strong men swim.
All this, or else a life with him,
For which I should be damned at last.
Would God that this next hour were past!"
He answer'd not, but cried his cry,
"St. George for Marny!" cheerily;
And laid his hand upon her rein.
Alas! no man of all his train
Gave back that cheery cry again;
And, while for rage his thumb beat fast
Upon his sword-hilts, some one cast
About his neck a kerchief long,
And bound him.
Then they went along
To Godmar; who said: "Now, Jehane,
Your lover's life is on the wane
So fast, that, if this very hour
You yield not as my paramour,
He will not see the rain leave off--
Nay, keep your tongue from gibe or scoff,
Sir Robert, or I slay you now."
She laid her hand upon her brow,
Then gazed upon the palm, as though
She thought her forehead bled, and--"No!"
She said, and turn'd her head away,
As there were nothing else to say,
And everything were settled: red
Grew Godmar's face from chin to head:
"Jehane, on yonder hill there stands
My castle, guarding well my lands:
What hinders me from taking you,
And doing that I list to do
To your fair wilful body, while
Your knight lies dead?"
A wicked smile
Wrinkled her face, her lips grew thin,
A long way out she thrust her chin:
"You know that I would strangle you
While you were sleeping; or bite through
Your throat, by God's help--ah!" she said,
"Lord Jesus, pity your poor maid!
For in such wise they hem me in,
I cannot choose but sin and sin,
Whatever happens: yet I think
They could not make me eat or drink,
And so should I just reach my rest."
"Nay, if you do not my behest,
O Jehane! though I love you well,"
Said Godmar, "would I fail to tell
All that I know?" "Foul lies," she said.
"Eh? lies, my Jehane? by God's head,
At Paris folks would deem them true!
Do you know, Jehane, they cry for you:
'Jehane the brown! Jehane the brown!
Give us Jehane to burn or drown!'--
Eh--gag me Robert!--sweet my friend,
This were indeed a piteous end
For those long fingers, and long feet,
And long neck, and smooth shoulders sweet;
An end that few men would forget
That saw it--So, an hour yet:
Consider, Jehane, which to take
Of life or death!"
So, scarce awake,
Dismounting, did she leave that place,
And totter some yards: with her face
Turn'd upward to the sky she lay,
Her head on a wet heap of hay,
And fell asleep: and while she slept,
And did not dream, the minutes crept
Round to the twelve again; but she,
Being waked at last, sigh'd quietly,
And strangely childlike came, and said:
"I will not." Straightway Godmar's head,
As though it hung on strong wires, turn'd
Most sharply round, and his face burn'd.
For Robert--both his eyes were dry,
He could not weep, but gloomily
He seem'd to watch the rain; yea, too,
His lips were firm; he tried once more
To touch her lips; she reach'd out, sore
And vain desire so tortured them,
The poor grey lips, and now the hem
Of his sleeve brush'd them.
With a start
Up Godmar rose, thrust them apart;
From Robert's throat he loosed the bands
Of silk and mail; with empty hands
Held out, she stood and gazed, and saw
The long bright blade without a flaw
Glide out from Godmar's sheath, his hand
In Robert's hair, she saw him bend
Back Robert's head; she saw him send
The thin steel down; the blow told well,
Right backward the knight Robert fell,
And moaned as dogs do, being half dead,
Unwitting, as I deem: so then
Godmar turn'd grinning to his men,
Who ran, some five or six, and beat
His head to pieces at their feet.
Then Godmar turn'd again and said:
"So, Jehane, the first fitte is read!
Take note, my lady, that your way
Lies backward to the Chatelet!"
She shook her head and gazed awhile
At her cold hands with a rueful smile,
As though this thing had made her mad.
This was the parting that they had
Beside the haystack in the floods.
by William Morris
Was it him? Was it this the man she had know years before? Should she appraoch, engage him in conversation? If only she could hear him speak, his voice alone would answer her question. But she was too shy lest he vent an anger upon her.
The train arrived and he alighted, never for her to see him again. It had been 20 years since she last met the man she so adored. She stayed on the platform, regretting her shyness. And a tear appeared in her eye.
This sculpture is inside St. Pancras station, London and the artist is Paul Day
See the set 'The Meeting Place' for all the photos of this work.
www.flickr.com/photos/victius/sets/72157623881706452/
This is part of the collection for the works of Paul Day.
www.flickr.com/photos/victius/collections/72157623881647344/
Day 103
We don;t have long before the holidays, when we must go our separate ways for a while. How can someone (me) so independent, who spends most of her time alone, miss someone who isn’t even gone yet?
Wallace was my hubby and I very first dog. We had him when we started our adventure in the States more than ten years ago, back then we were in Virginia and then Texas before moving back to Europe. He was everything we could hope for: sweet, gentle, funny, loving, entertaining, obedient, but sadly very fragile. At that time, we had no idea there were so many irresponsible breeders who didn't care about the health of the pups they brought to this world and that it was just a business. The little Swiss girl was quite naive.
He was Charlotte's best buddy, she actually came two months after him and they each welcomed the rest of the pack with open paws. He passed away at the early age of 7.5, due to heart failure. Although we knew he was not doing great, we thought his condition was under control with the various meds and supplements for his heart and lungs... It was such a shock, a part of us left with him. At that time, we had many old and sick dogs with the organization, we thought it was so unfair that he had to go too early when he had been cared-for and so cherished all his life. Many dogs we rescued were in a bad shape but perked up under our care, for a while.
This is one of the last pictures of him, in our yard in Normandy. He was my hubby's heart dog; it left him so shattered when he passed that he took distance from the other dogs for a while, to protect himself. Still today, after four years, it's hard to talk about him without shedding tears. When I see a Cavalier in the streets, my heart sinks...
Christine grabbed my camera at her dad's wedding and snapped a few shots of me... I love this one. The narrow depth of field from the ƒ/1.8 lens looks so good!
Unfortunately, moving out meant leaving Titan behind. I miss him following me around the house wagging his tail. Last night I stopped by my mom's house to pick him up and took him for a walk... I love my puppy! I had to upload a photo of him, assuming that Flickr misses him just as much as I do.
The Fullness Of God
"... Death no longer has dominion over Him.…the life that He lives, He lives to God. Likewise you also, reckon yourselves to be dead indeed to sin, but alive to God…" [Romans 6:9-10]
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Eternal life is the life which Jesus Christ exhibited on the human level. And it is this same life, not simply a copy of it, which is made evident in our mortal flesh when we are born again. Eternal life is not a gift from God; eternal life is the gift of God. The energy and the power which was so very evident in Jesus will be exhibited in us by an act of the absolute sovereign grace of God, once we have made that complete and effective decision about sin. “...You shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you…” [Act.1:8], not power as a gift from the Holy Spirit; the power is the Holy Spirit, not something that He gives us. The life that was in Jesus becomes ours because of His Cross, once we make the decision to be identified with Him. If it is difficult to get right with God, it is because we refuse to make this moral decision about sin. But once we do decide, the full life of God comes in immediately. Jesus came to give us an endless supply of life, “…that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. [Eph.3:19]. Eternal life has nothing to do with time. It is the life which Jesus lived when He was down here, and the only Source of life is the Lord Jesus Christ. Even the weakest saint can experience the power of the deity of the Son of God, when he is willing to “let go.” But any effort to “hang on” to the least bit of our own power will only diminish the life of Jesus in us. We have to keep letting go, and slowly, but surely, the great full life of God will invade us, penetrating every part. Then Jesus will have complete and effective dominion in us, and people will take notice that we have been with Him. Hallelujah God bless
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653108 Aircraftman 1st Cl.
W.A.AUGOOD
Royal Air Force
8th April 1940
Beautiful Memories
Of him so dear
Often recalled
With a silent tear
AUGOOD, WILLIAM ALBERT
Rank:………………………………Aircraftman 1st Class
Service No:……………………..653108
Date of Death:………………..08/04/1940
Service:……………………………Royal Air Force
Grave Reference:…………….Sec. 62. Grave 819.
Cemetery:………………………..NORWICH CEMETERY, NORFOLK
Additional Information:……Son of Albert and Maude Augood, of Norwich.
CWGC: www.cwgc.org/find-war-dead/casualty/2764126/AUGOOD,%20WIL...
There is no death recorded in England and Wales for William.
In an official Air Ministry notification which was reprinted in the May 2nd 1940 edition of Flight Magazine, A.C.1 W.A.Augood (653108) is included in the list of those Killed on Active Service.
Source: www.flightglobal.com/pdfarchive/view/1940/1940%20-%201277...
A forum post has identified that he was aboard Avro Anson Mk1 N5322 of 8 FFS which dived into the ground at Montreathmont, Angus, Scotland. Working on a process of elimination, he was probably the Air Gunner\Wireless Operator in the crew.
Source: www.rafcommands.com/archive/17235.php
Other crew members were
Sergeant (Pilot) 748369 James Holmes, aged 19, of Heaton Moor, Stockport, Cheshire. He was buried at Manchester Southern Cemetery.
CWGC: www.cwgc.org/find-war-dead/casualty/2403385/HOLMES,%20JAMES
Sergeant (Observer) 743009 Alexander Ferguson Scott, aged 30, from Scotstoun, Glasgow. He is commemorated on the memorial at Glasgow Crematorium.
CWGC: www.cwgc.org/find-war-dead/casualty/2840912/SCOTT,%20ALEX...
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Birth and family
The birth of a William A Augood was registered in the Norwich District in the April to June quarter of 1921. His mothers maiden name was Roope.
I could not find a marriage of a “Mr Augood” to a “Miss Roope” prior to the birth of William. I did investigate whether his mother might perhaps have been widowed and so would have been married under her old married name rather than her maiden name. A few possible marriages raised a possibility but “died” for want of a dead spouse. For example an Albert Augood married a Maude Eggert in the Norwich District in the April to June quarter of 1919. Looking for a possible earlier marriage of an Eggert to a Roope, I identified that’s a Walter Eggert married a Maud Rooper, also in the Norwich District, in the January to March quarter of 1912. However, I could not find the death of a Walter Eggert between 1912 and 1919 anywhere in England and Wales, nor could I see him on the CWGC site.
Likely siblings of William, (all Norwich District, mothers maiden name Roope):-
April to June 1925…………..Maud A
April to June 1929…………..Edith A
January to March 1931……Betty A