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and some whom I hold in utter contempt. Indeed, I sometimes wonder why "You're an animal" is an insult; it seems to me that, if animals could talk, "You're a human" would be one of their favorite insults :-)
Richard E. Turner (1937–2011), The Grammar Curmudgeon, a.k.a. "The Mudge," "Animal People," 2004
HBW!! Truth Matters!
chipmunk, sprague lake, rocky mountain national park, colorado
people called me a visual person, implying, I suppose, that I needn't apologize if I didn't understand James Joyce. Either way I was insulted, for on the one hand it was okay for me to be blind, and on the other hand, it was okay to be stupid.
John Rosenthal
HBW!
rose, little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
Esta pequeña plaza medieval se encuentra en pleno centro de Pontevedra, presidida por la original Capela da Virxe Peregrina, con su planta en forma de vieira, que alberga la imagen de la patrona.
Encrucijada de varias calles y que como nota curiosa alberga la figura del loro Ravachol, propiedad del farmacéutico Perfecto Feijoo, que vivió en la botica que se encontraba en ese lugar.
Vivió en Pontevedra entre 1891 y 1913 y está considerado el loro más famoso del mundo, ya que fue conocido y querido por toda la ciudad por su carisma, simpatía y carácter alborotador y personalidad rebelde.
El simpático animal identificaba algunas situaciones para aplicar sus frases, casi siempre en gallego, que pronto se hicieron populares como (“se collo a vara” “vaite de ahí lambón” “aquí non se fía” …).
Los clientes le regalaban caramelos y golosinas para no recibir ninguna de sus dedicatorias.
Sus insultos llegaron a personas tan importantes como la escritora Emilia Pardo Bazán.
También llegó a decir alguna de sus inapropiadas frases en plena misa, e incluso fue elegido para actuar en el teatro, pero el indisciplinado loro dijo lo que quiso y pronto lo retiraron de escena.
Se dice que la causa de su muerte fue un empacho de bizcochos mojados en vino.
Los pontevedreses quedaron realmente afectados por la mala noticia y decidieron organizar una calurosa despedida para decir adiós a un referente de la ciudad.
A Don Perfecto le llegaron telegramas de toda la geografía española para dar el pésame por su enorme pérdida y también le instalaron una capilla ardiente en la propia farmacia.
Actualmente se recrea el velatorio y entierro del Loro Ravachol en el carnaval de la ciudad, celebración que cierra la semana del carnaval pontevedrés.
Curiosa historia, verdad?
Neglected, abandoned and now damaged by a recent fire….how much more can this place withstand? I’ll keep you posted.
if you can't laugh at it, it's probably deserved :-)
Russell Lynes
HBW!!
rose, little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
Hence we can allow no appeal to patriotism, to revenge any national insult or injury :-)
William Lloyd Garrison, Declaration of Sentiments, Boston Peace Conference, 1838
tulips, wral gardens, raleigh, north carolina
I have always wanted to go to the Portland Oregon Japanese Garden and finally got a chance to go this Fall. But after a unusually dry summer and fall, the colors weren't great, and on top of that it was pouring rain; unfortunately too little too late. But was still fun and I got to share it with my son. But to add insult to injury the night before someone broke into my sons car and took all of his camping gear - tent, backpack, sleeping bags, cook stove, sleeping pad, snow shoes...come on Portland we used to be friends!
He was born by caesarean section on December 25th, 1918, in Madison, Wisconsin. Nearly institutionalized at an early age, he surprised doctors with his above normal intelligence, unusual in such cases. He attended public schools in Madison. His bizarre appearance led to his being ostracized by fellow students. Outside of school one day, he was struck by an open beer can flung from the window of a passing car by some high school bullies. Slowing down, they taunted him with jeers, insults and threats. Speeding off, the car unexpectedly veered to the left, and struck an ancient Oak, killing three of the occupants. A fourth occupant became severely agoraphobic, and confined himself largely in his bedroom closet for the next 41 years. After this, he was left alone by other students. Three days after graduating from high school, he forgot to turn sideways while walking through a door (as he was forced to do his entire life) at a local candy store and knocked himself out cold. He was in a coma for three weeks. When he recovered, he was able to speak fluent Swedish. Doctors never resolved this mystery. Although he had a multitude of eyes, he was blind in two of them, having shot them out with a bee bee gun as a child. As a young adult, he dabbled in painting, and was barely able to make a living by selling his paintings on street corners or at local festivals. People purchased his paintings out of pity or because they thought it was cool to have a painting by that weird looking guy. Unfortunately, no surviving paintings can be located, and no image was ever recorded of them. However, it is said they were all signed with a one inch brush, dipped in Cadmium Red Medium, in Swedish. Andy Warhol is said to have purchased one of his paintings. When he was 25, he inherited a large sum of money from an uncle. He lived with his eccentric mother until her death a few years later. At this time, 47 cats were removed from the home by local authorities. He continued to occupy the house, until his own death in 1972. After his death it was discovered that he had a collection of 1,756 vintage ladies compacts kept in a shopping cart in his bedroom. He had apparently collected them from the local St. Vincent de Paul’s thrift shop over the years. He also had accumulated another 17 cats, one of whom had two tails, and another one of whom was probably half-dog. His body vanished from the funeral home while it was being prepared. Years later, a bizarre skull, matching his unique characteristics, was confiscated during a drug bust in Madison, apparently having been converted into a bong. It wound up in the possession of a distant relative, who had it restored, and then tried to sell it on Ebay. However, the relative forgot to indicate that it was being sold for educational purposes only, and the auction was cancelled. It was later obtained by the Anthropology Department at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, and added to a large collection of pathological specimens in the Social Sciences building. At this time it was photographed. When an inventory was conducted on the collection some years later, the skull turned up missing, along with the skull of the half dog/half cat. The skull clearly shows the ravages of his habitual candy consumption.
à Bali, les singes sont craints et respectés comme des êtres sacrés. La croyance interdit de les agresser ou de les insulter sous peine de représailles surnaturelles...
Local fisherman sells fish on the water front in Marseille. Unlike Hamlet's insult towards Polonius I use the term fishmonger with the utmost respect!
Amsterdam - Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal
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Scarce Swallowtail (Iphiclides Podalirius), 05-2022, Ticino, Switzerland
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My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (warning, it's a bit shocking): www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T2-Xszz7FI
ABOUT THE PHOTO:
Before I get to the photo, I want to apologize sincerely that I haven't reacted to most of the comments I got since January, and I promise I will catch up on that in the weeks to come, and I want everyone to know I'm extremely grateful for all the kind and generous support my photos have received here, and I will never take that for granted. I haven't been very active on Flickr these past few months, and there's two reasons for that.
The first reason is a very positive one, because I've been busy working on my photo website about western green lizards (Lacerta bilineata) and the fauna Ticinese, which is now finally in a place where I'm quite happy with it. The other reason is a bit less positive; I suffer from a condition called "Dupuytren's contracture" which affects my hands. Typing becomes increasingly difficult for me, as the fingers of my left hand have a hard time hitting the correct keys.
This disease (which both my parents have, so there seems to be a genetic component), is not dangerous and especially older people are often affected by it, but it is very annoying, as it slowly makes your fingers contract inwards and eventually turns your hands into "claws" unless you have surgery. I'm a bit unlucky as I already got it in my early thirties; I'm now 45, and sadly it is progressing very rapidly, which makes writing a bit of a chore, especially during the colder months.
I love writing, and I'm still determined to react to every comment, but it will probably take me a bit longer in the future to reply, so I just wanted you to know that this is not due to my natural laziness and tendency for procrastination (or at least not ONLY due to those factors 😉)
With that out of the way, let's talk briefly about the photo ;-)
The scarce swallowtail is a very rare butterfly in Switzerland, but in Ticino it is thankfully still relatively common in the sense that while you won't see it every day, you still do come across it occasionally. Ever since I was a kid and started taking photos with my dad's old Pentax Spotmatic, I wanted to photograph a scarce swallowtail, because I always thought it was one of the most beautiful and exotic looking butterflies (next to the equally rare old world swallowtail it's the only species of swallowtail we have in Switzerland), but I never managed to capture one.
They are not only scarce, but they're also a very nervous bunch and flat-out refuse to sit still on a flower and pose for the desperate photographer who's close to a nervous breakdown. But last year I finally got lucky. I was just preparing lunch, when out of the corner of my eye I detected a fluttering movement in the garden through the kitchen window.
The fluttering was near the lavender (which I had only recently planted after a very unfortunate "sod incident"; a SHOCKING tale you can read all about here: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/52177556047/in/datepo... ), and I realized right away that this was something bigger than a cabbage butterfly (Pieris brassicae) or a common brimstone (Gonepteryx rhamni), which are usually my most frequent guests.
Camera always at the ready, I stormed out of the house and into the garden (and I was probably lucky that I hadn't yet turned the stove on, as I'm sure I would have forgotten all about it and my house would have burned down right behind me without me even noticing it - which would have been quite embarrassing, though not as embarrassing as "death-by-selfie" which I hear is rather popular among millennials 😉 ), and to my great joy it really was my elusive, scarce friend!
And the fella nearly drove me insane: I shot the heck out of Mr Swallowtail who JUST NEVER WOULD SIT STILL! Lemmie tell ya: it was nerve-wrecking! In the olden days of film (remember: 36 photos was usually all you could shoot) I wouldn't have managed to produce a single usable photo. I believe I shot around 400 photos of this scarce beauty, under the bemused eyes of my neighbor, a retired construction worker, who was curious to learn what exactly I was photographing as if my life depended on it.
When I excitedly told him: "This butterfly!" he just said "Oh" with such unconcealed disappointment that it was almost insulting; he gave me a pitiful look and went back into the house (I find I get this reaction quite a lot from my neighbors; in fact, it's mostly the only reaction I get for my photographic endeavors 😂 )
Out of those roughly 400 photos, I ended up with only two usable ones (the other one you find on my website). But I still count myself lucky; there have been many times when I tried to shoot some lovely critter in my garden and out of several hundred photos not even one was of acceptable quality.
Anyway; as always, many greetings to all of you and have a lovely week ahead, and please let me know what you think in the comments below, even if it might take a while until you hear back from me (but I promise you will!!! 🙏 😊 👍❤)
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” We are not immune to bullet, fist or blade but any insult raised against us will be met with a blockade. We are stoic, but still smiles, cracking our face open without reserve for a friend, to calm, to a foe, to unnerve. A gentleman dresses his best, whether it Vans and sweater, or tie and vest. No-one is beneath our attention they gifts compliments quite often, but when a man puts a hand on us, that man goes home in a coffin. “
Rest hope you all enjoy amsy work as always ^^
Amsy ♡
Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,
Stand up for the stupid and crazy,
Devote your income and labor to others…
Re-examine all you have been told
at school or church or in any book;
Dismiss whatever insults your own soul;
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Walt Whitman
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Please, don't fave and run, you will get yourself blocked.
I rarely do landscapes. However, I do take a lot of heckling in my circle (we show our love with insults) that I rarely step out of my black box.
So here is what I see when I do step outside of my comfort zone.
This was taken at the lovely sim, Mousehole.
Ο λύκος της ψυχής μας....
Ένα βράδυ ένας γέρος ινδιάνος , μίλησε στον εγγονό του
για τη μάχη που γίνεται μέσα στην ψυχή των ανθρώπων. Είπε:
"Γιέ μου, η μάχη γίνεται μεταξύ δυο 'λύκων' που υπάρχουν μέσα σε όλους μας"
Ο ένας είναι το Κακό. - Είναι ο θυμός, η ζήλια, η θλίψη, η απογοήτευση, η απληστία, η αλαζονεία, η αυτολύπηση, η ενοχή,η προσβολή, η κατωτερότητα, τα ψέματα,η ματαιοδοξία, η υπεροψία, και το ... Εγω.
Ο άλλος είναι το Καλό. - Είναι η χαρά, η ειρήνη, η ελπίδα, η ηρεμία,
η ταπεινοφροσύνη, η ευγένεια, η φιλανθρωπία, η συμπόνοια, η γενναιοδωρία,
η αλήθεια, η ευσπλαχνία,πίστη στο Μεγάλο Πνεύμα .'
Ο εγγονός το σκέφτηκε για ένα λεπτό και μετά ρώτησε τον παππού του:
"Ποιος λύκος νικάει;"
Ο γέρος Ινδιάνος απάντησε απλά ...
"Αυτός που ταΐζεις"
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The wolf our soul ....
One night an old Indian man spoke to his grandson
about the battle that is going on in people's souls. He said:
"My son, the battle is between two 'wolves' within us all"
One is Evil. - It is anger, jealousy, sadness, frustration, greed,
arrogance, self-pity, guilt, insult, inferiority, lies,
vanity, arrogance, and...... Ego.
The other is Good. - It's joy, peace, love, hope, serenity,
humility, kindness, charity, compassion, generosity,
truth, compassion, and faith to the Great Spirit. '
The grandson thought for a minute and then asked his grandfather:
"Which wolf wins?"
The old Indian simply replied ...
"The one you feed."
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Der Wolf unserer Seele ....
Eines Nachts sprach ein alter Indianer mit seinem Enkel
über den Kampf, der in den Seelen der Menschen stattfindet. Er sagte:
"Mein Sohn, der Kampf ist zwischen zwei 'Wölfen' in uns allen."
Eins ist das Böse. - Es ist Wut, Eifersucht, Traurigkeit, Frustration, Gier, Arroganz,
Selbstmitleid, Schuld, Beleidigung, Minderwertigkeit, Lüge,
Eitelkeit, Arroganz und ...... Ego.
Der andere ist gut. - Es ist Freude, Frieden, Liebe, Hoffnung, Gelassenheit,
Demut, Freundlichkeit, Nächstenliebe, Mitgefühl, Großzügigkeit,
Wahrheit, Barmherzigkeit und Glaube an den Großen Geist. '
Der Enkel überlegte einen Moment und fragte dann seinen Großvater:
"Welcher Wolf gewinnt?"
Der alte Indianer antwortete einfach ...
"Der,den Du fütterst."
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Amsterdam - Dirk van Hasseltsteeg
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LAS NUBES O EL DON DE LA PRESENCIA.
El cielo está repleto de nubes……..y de ángeles.
Las nubes son el souvenirs de la felicidad, siempre pasajeras
y efímeras.
Aunque el otoño es una mala estación para el corazón,
es una época envidiable para presenciar románticos
avistamientos de nubes fragmentadas, oleadas de ellas en
busca de nuevos horizontes.
Cada día mi novia me lo pone más difícil, siempre me espera
un poco más arriba, tan arriba que ya se me hace muy cuesta
arriba.
Y la riño, pero ella simplemente asiente con la cabeza y esboza
una delicada sonrisa.
-¿Y a dónde vas ahora cosa guapa?
-A donde ocurren las cosas.
-¿Y eso está muy lejos?
-Depende de la fuerza del viento.
-¿Volverás?
Y apretando mi mano, me miró con su insultante palidez
y contestó: pronto.
-Pronto algunas veces puede ser demasiado tarde.
……………………
No logro recordar como sucedió, pero de repente, desapareció.
Y ahora una canción de
GARTH BROOKS
Hence we can allow no appeal to patriotism, to revenge any national insult or injury :-)
William Lloyd Garrison, Declaration of Sentiments, Boston Peace Conference, 1838
RESIST!!
acer, chameleon Japanese maple, 'Corallinum', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
*Touch grass is used on the Internet to tell someone to go outside. The phrase also implies that the person the insult is directed to spends too much time online, and they physically need to get outside and “touch some grass” to reconnect with the real world.
LACPIXEL - 2023
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Can you spot the figures in this sunrise over the sea? I've borrowed them from a sublime painting by the German Romantic artist Caspar David Friedrich (1774-1840). en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moonrise_by_the_Sea#/media/File:Cas...
Friedrich took his landscapes very seriously indeed because (like many Romantic artists and poets) he believed the work was revelatory. In other words, it was an expression of the sublime in Nature and not merely a picture. The Romantics elevated landscape to the realm of the Transcendental. I've discussed Friedrich previously in a comment on "Caspar's Ghost" www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/49678826142/in/album-72...
The danger - if we might call it that - of beautiful landscapes, sunsets or sunrises lies precisely in the fact that we might simply view them as pretty. For Caspar David Friedrich this would have meant the ultimate insult to his creative vision. His work existed merely in order to point to a greater truth or profundity. Often this meant Friedrich included some obvious symbols of transcendence such as a cross, a ruined abbey or a graveyard. And in this instance you'll see the figures he painted looking out at the stormy sea at sunrise. They are literally absorbed into the experience. Friedrich calls it "surrendering".
Friedrich himself liked to go out alone to experience Nature:
“I have to stay alone and know that I am alone in order to fully contemplate and feel nature; I have to surrender to what surrounds me, unite with my clouds and rocks, in order to be what I am. I need solitude for a dialogue with nature. Once I spent an entire week in the Uttewald Abyss amid rocks and firs, and throughout this time I did not meet a single living soul; it is true, I do not recommend this method to anyone — it was too much even for me: involuntarily, gloom enters the soul.”
The key word in this Romantic vision is the SUBLIME. In the next photograph I'll say a little more about that (these two photos obviously belong together).
So on this morning when I awoke to drive from St Helens to a place called The Gardens in the Bay of Fires, the rain was falling lightly. I didn't think there was much prospect of a good sunrise shot, but thought I'd enjoy the quiet moment of reflection and take my chances. At The Gardens you quite literally come to the end of the road. The only company I had was some rather sodden cows in a field that I'll introduce you to tomorrow. There was a feeling of silence, but in fact the wind was howling.
The rain let up enough for me to get in a few shots. This one shows a previous storm that had been blown out to sea. But soon the wind blew in another downpour and it was time to pack up and go.
[Sexy Princess] [SamPoses] [Juna]
Había descuidado mis redes sociales con tanto ajetreo que había sufrido, los patrocinadores se empezaban a quejar así que tuve que empezar a subir fotos de cada paso que daba en mi vida, la verdad no sé a quien le importa ver que he desayunado, o lo que he comido, o como hago yoga,... Yo veía de más interés mostrar como le metía a mi puta un dildo por su precioso culo, pero al subir el vídeo me lo censuraron de todos sitios, además de amenazarme. insultarme, y hacerme unas cuantas proposiciones asquerosas que ignoré al instante. Aunque por suerte no todas las proposiciones eran asquerosas. Me llegó una petición de amistad de un muchacho bastante guapo, le investigué un poco y resultó ser alguien que parecía tener dinero, amor por las casas muy grandes, los coches caros y las mujeres guapas. Esto último era obvio ya que me había escrito a mí. Como no me fiaba de que fuese un perfil falso investigué un poco y sí, el chico estaba forrado. Decidme materialista, pero una se ha acostumbrado ya a muchos lujos para bajar el listón, solo aceptaba cerdos millonarios entre mi fauna. (sigue en blog, link en información)
Credits:
Tattoo: [Juna]: Ari Tattoo - Group Gift - February
Vestido: [Sexy Princess] Evangeline Dress
Pose: [SamPoses] - Shelby - @PoseEvent
*links en mi blog
Queen of the trash-talking Ferraris. Or maybe the Ferrari of trash-talking queens. Veritable Flickr Federer of clapbacks with that 230K serve.
I've never enjoyed being insulted quite so much.
In all seriousness, it was incredible having you over.
Merci vielmal.
Más vale mala suerte y buena muerte que buena suerte y mala muerte
(Bad luck and a good death is better than good luck and a bad death).
"Día de Muertos is a way of celebrating life rather than focusing on death as something sad. In fact, Mexicans believe mourning and sadness - especially on these dates - is an insult to the dead, that’s the reason why they prefer to celebrate it with music and joy." (abstract from This article)
Based on this very uplifting way of thinking,
we had at heart to celebrate this approach with a tribute to one of most brilliant Disney : Coco.
The story shook our core so much with its beauty and positivity that we couldn't resist ! We are not Mexicans by any means but we truly value that approach and philosphy revolving around the living and the dead and wanted to express it a little sooner than the actual date (November 1 & 2)
If you haven't seen Coco yet, I can't recommand you enough to do it ! It's the perfect month to have a wonderful and festive time watching this animated movie about death and what comes after ♥
We had so much fun creating this whole scene, and took hours to clean up all the melted wax after that one XD
Taken at our home.
A huge thank you to our dear friend Valarie for rezzing the ruin you see in the background !
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No AI used
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La mano que señala flores, crea la vida, construye el mundo...
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Muchos ojos pasan por el prado, pero pocos ven las flores en él.
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
La tierra es insultada y ofrece sus flores como respuesta.
Rabindranath Tagore.
I saw this calligraphy inside Kuri, the main building, of the Ryoanji Temple (龍安寺 or 竜安寺, Ryōanji), Kyoto, Japan. I asked for help for the translation and my dear friend Carol aka 奇芍 told me that these are all Chinese characters.
She wrote: "In Japanese, there are some adopted Chinese characters in it so that I can read them, nonetheless, with the fancy style, not too easy to read; all I can say is that they're related to ZEN teaching. I'm positive about it."
I got also further information from her about these adopted Chinese characters:
"''Prior to the 3rd century, Japanese had no writing system. China, on the other hand, already had a civilization advanced past its time, with a well-established writing system of characters, called Hanzi. The Japanese decided to borrow Chinese characters as a way to give their language a written form. The problem was, Chinese and Japanese are very different languages. Chinese, for example, does not have tense or conjugation. Japanese, on the other hand, has myriad conjugations of its verbs that can express different tenses, moods, and level of formality. To add insult to injury, Chinese phonetics are more complex than Japanese phonetics. Worse yet, Chinese is a monosyllabic writing system; each character (or word) contains one syllable. Japanese words can be multiple syllables.
However, the "Hanzi" mentioned above means the traditional Chinese, not the simplified Chinese used in Mainland China now.""
The temple and its gardens are listed as one of the Historic Monuments of Ancient Kyoto, and as an UNESCO World Heritage.
I guess I did unconsciously make the building appear and feel ominious as gentrification creeps like a miasma. The city is going all in in the name of "economic development" to provide office space and MORE retail space for high end stores that pay shitty wages. Meanwhile as the 64th largest it has a horrible bus system that only operates 5.5 days a week and stops running at 8pm. Poor people can't rely on any mass transit to get to work. To add insult to injury this 500 million boondoggle (there is a lot of empty existing real estate near downtown) expands gentrification further into my soon to be ex apartment. Rental rates in the hood are skyrocketing (the million or two square foot facility is not to open for another 1.5 years) in what was the last area that had semi-affordable housing. This is in a city that ranks 12th in housing costs in the country based on income/rent ratio.
Taste every fruit of every tree in the garden at least once. It is an insult to creation not to experience it fully. Temperance is wickedness.
(Stephen Fry)
These galahs were taste-testing at the Red Stag Deer & Emu Farm in Eurobin
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before he starts insulting sheep.
You may think this is related to American politics but I can't possibly comment.
Sommelsdijk is a village on the island of Goeree-Overflakkee, South Holland, the Netherlands, and part of the municipality of the same name. Sommelsdijk has (1 January 2006) 7,383 inhabitants which makes it the largest settlement on the island.
In the past, Sommelsdijk was the only place on the island of Goeree-Overflakee that was part of the province of Zeeland. In 1805 it was made a part of Holland, and remained such under the amendment of the Dutch Constitution of 1814.
Early March 1941 during the Second World War, nearly two hundred young men from Sommelsdijk were incarcerated for one month because of insulting the German army and the Dutch police.
Sommelsdijk was a separate municipality until 1966, when it became part of Middelharnis. Most recently, it was made part of the new municipality of Goeree-Overflakkee in 2013.
La libertà non è star sopra un albero
non è neanche il volo di un moscone
la libertà non è uno spazio libero
libertà è partecipazione.
Giorgio Gaber
Freedom is not standing on a tree
it is not even the flight of a fly
freedom is not a free space
freedom is participation.
Giorgio Gaber
I add that the freedom is to turn off the television, because it is not participation, but brainwashing. After the last events of our "Non Government", the insult to the vote of March 4, the insult to our "participation", it was my duty to express an opinion. Sorry, I hope you can enjoy the image ....song in italian
Image and texture are mine
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top it; if you can't top it, laugh at it; if you can't laugh at it, it's probably deserved :-)
Russell Lynes, "The Art of Accepting," in Vogue, 1952
HSS!! Character Matters!
rose, 'Rainbow Sorbet', little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
My Korner #281 - Oh Gosh!
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BLOG NAME: Oh Gosh!
DESIGNERS: Giz Seorn, Monso, Supernatural & Avada
When people start hurling insults at you, you know their minds are closed and there's no point in debating. You disengage yourself as quickly as possible from the situation.
Of course there's systemic misogyny in certain parts of our culture and systemic racism and a wider range of insults women have to face.
-Judith Martin
Today I'm wearing:
DRESS: GIZ SEORN: Rebekah [FatPack] @Fameshed
HAIR: [monso] My Hair - Dafnis @ Kustom9
NECKLACE: .::Supernatural::. Makaila Set Fatpack
NAILS: Avada~ Ballerina Nails - Solanine - Colors
Rebekah is rigged for Freya, Hourglass, Legacy and Maitreya. Comes in 10 colors and a fatpack with lots of fun textures to change top, skirt, belt and zipper colors.
Dafnis has 2 hair options and is available with 6 color sets and offers ombres and root options. WOW, love this hair!
Makaila comes in silver, gold or both. Comes with gem HUD. This is one of my favorite necklaces.
Ballerina nails are rigged for Belleza, Legacy, Maitreya and Slink and come with nail applier hud.
LINKS:
Fameshed
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Giz Seorn Mainstore
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Giz Seorn Marketplace
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Kustom9
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Monso Mainstore
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Monso Marketplace
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Supernatural Mainstore
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Supernatural Marketplace
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Avada Mainstore
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Avada Marketplace
oh, and just to add insult to injury this picture should have been taken in the opposite direction. details, details, details, :((
[Confrontation with Death Crab]
That's it!!
I will not allow you to insult any more!!
to be continued ,,, maybe ,,, lol
【memo】
@Collabor88
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two thoughts: i do this drive-by shot maybe four times a week and never get it centered. until today. i don't think that's meaningful, just useful since i don't want to actually pull over in winter. so here we have another one of my over-used motifs. thought 2, entirely random, was that naming a tunnel after lincoln was pretty insulting if you compare it to the george washington bridge. driving thru the lincoln tunnel is like driving thru the port authority bathrooms, circa 1972. the only remotely awesome thing about the lincoln tunnel is that it was built under a river. well, maybe that's the answer. beauty is only river deep.
The canvas is inspired by the character of Ophelia, one of the protagonists of William Shakespeare's Hamlet. Hamlet's madness tears Ophelia deeply into her beloved. Hamlet, in order to continue his intrigue, does not hesitate to shamelessly insult the even beloved Ophelia who drowns herself in a stream in desperation.
Inspiration: Ophelia oil painting on canvas by the pre-Raphaelite painter John Everett Millais, made in the two-year period 1851-1852 and belonging to the collection of the Tate of London.
Place of realization: Lost Unicorn.
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Music : Ophelia
Fungi are manifest in a multiplicity of folktales and fairy tales, and in folk remedies and rituals. They appear as foods, poisons, diseases, decorations, dyes or tinder, and even in insults, compliments, graffiti and video games. These and other impacts of fungi on folkways are here concisely reviewed under categories likely to interest professional and amateur mycologists and accessible to the lay reader. The evolution of popular perceptions of fungi is sketched from Shakespearean times through contemporary European and American cultures. Provided are specific instances of how different cultures utilized or avoided fungi, responded to fungal diseases of crops or humans, or viewed fungi in the context of popular belief, superstition or religion.
It’s time you learned something about mushrooms that even the most hardcore mycologist doesn’t know and that is this…mushrooms can be very sensitive. Silvia, in particular, was susceptible to the taunts of other mushrooms. They claimed she smelled so bad as if she purposefully grew next to horse manure. They said she looked as hard and ridged as a barn roof that was a hundred years old. They said that she was as wrinkly as an old maid who never knew love. And Silvia, well, you can imagine how hurt her feelings were and how she had no choice to turn herself inside out. That Silvia became one mighty mushroom ear and so all of those insults hurled at her bounced right back. Words began clinging to the edges of all the trees and all of the lichen and fungi surrounding them. The entire forest was in turmoil. Every mushroom saw itself for what it had become and was devastated.
Be kinder.
**All photo and rambles are copyrigted**
After the last arrow shot
And the last insult hurled
I shall return to the Garden
Where I’ll weep for the World.
Part of the Covid-19 Lockdown series.
Tofu really enjoyed the lovely autumn weather we had last weekend. He is definitely a cat who is made for sunny and warm days and considers rain and cold temperatures as a personal insult. :)
Dedicated to all my friends unjustly insulted and persecuted on Flickr
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Dedicata a tutti gli amici ingiustamente insultati e perseguitati su Flickr.
Esta imagen la tomé en Toledo y me recuerda el cuento …Un padre, afligido por el mal carácter de su hijo, le dio una bolsa de clavos y le dijo que cada vez que se enfadara con alguien, debería clavar un clavo detrás de la puerta.
El primer día, clavó 37! Al día siguiente, fueron 25. Al tercer día, pudo frenarse y clavó 17… Pero, a medida que aprendía a controlar su genio, clavaba cada vez menos, pues el clavar le hacía pensar sobre su mala actitud.
Llegó el día en que pudo controlar su carácter y orgulloso fue a decirle a su padre que ese día no había clavado nada!Este le sugirió que ahora retirara un clavo por cada día que lograra controlarse. Los días pasaron y el joven pudo finalmente anunciar a su padre que no quedaban más clavos para retirar de la puerta.
Su padre le tomó la mano, lo llevó hasta la puerta y le dijo:
_Has trabajado duro, hijo mío, pero mira todos esos hoyos en la puerta. Nunca más será la misma.
Cada vez que tú pierdes la paciencia, dejas cicatrices exactamente como las que aquí ves. Tú puedes insultar a alguien y retirar lo dicho, pero la herida permanece.
“Una ofensa verbal es tan dañina como una ofensa física. Hay que reparar cada agujero y muy difícilmente lograrás que quede como antes.”
The almost daily encounters with the local red squirrel are rather frustrating for Tofu. This squirrel is a fearless creature who knows very well that he is faster than the cats. He insults them, sometimes throws nuts at them and then he disappears into the neighbour's garden where Tofu doesn't follow him as he doesn't want to bump into the dogs.
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No one ever sign up to be Physicals, emotional or verbal abuse in a relationship.
when a relationship starts its fun and joyful time because people date others to find their life partner.
I made this photo because I had seen a post on facebook from a young girl who
stood up to her abuser who was cheated on her, Lying to her.
He stood there and played with her Emotions and her trust. Meanwhile She just wanted
to find someone to love her.
but every lie, secret, and dark cloud hung over her head,
She wanted to believe all the sorry and the I love you.
But She was smart she did her homework, He didn't just do this
to her. where were more girls to his past that were speaking up about the abuse.
If you are getting abuse talk about it... Seek help from 911 or anyone that will listen.
It's ok to be scared we are human.
I will say this I have been in a abuse of relationship in Real-Life and on Secondlife.
when someone is broken and falling part it can take time to rebuild someone trust and loyalty.
This can take weeks, months and even years to heal and sometimes the damage is so bad people can get a mental illnesses
of anxiety or depression or PTSD.
If you are in a abuse of relationship or have been in one and need someone to talk too my mail Box is always open and I do check it everyday.
Here is a listen of things I have been threw
start with the Physical Abuse
- Shoved
- Hit
- Stalked for 15 years
- Grabbed
- Sexual Abuse
Next with the Emotional Abuse
- Blaming
- Not accepting responsibility for ones own actions
- Playing mind games
- Using the guilt trip
- Demanding
- Constant interrogations
- Controlling partner's activities
- Jealousy (they could be jealous but I couldn't)
- Isolation from family and friends (I Lost both my amazing crazy parents and one of my sisters)
- Insulting my family
and last with Verbal Abuse
- Threatening to harm themselves
- Calling over and over
- Constant accusation of cheating (I have never cheated on anyone RL or SL)
- Yell At
- Name Calling
- Silent treatment
- Twisting people words
- LYING
- Gas lighting
From Ąlαnα ß-ᴡ-ß-Ƙιуσяι
Alec Benjamin - Must Have Been The Wind
www.youtube.com/watch?v=emgDoBuFcMw
I heard glass shatter on the wall in the apartment above mine
At first I thought that I was dreamin'
But then I heard the voice of a girl
And it sounded like she'd been cryin'
Now I'm too worried to be sleepin'
So I took the elevator to the second floor
Walked down the hall and then I knocked upon her door
She opened up and I asked about the things I've been hearing
She said, "I think your ears are playing tricks on you"
Sweater zipped up to her chin
"Thanks for caring, sir, that's nice of you
But I have to go back in
Wish I could tell you about the noise
But I didn't hear a thing"
She said, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind
Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"
She said, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind
Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"
So I was layin' on the floor of my room
Cold concrete on my back
No, I just couldn't shake the feeling
I didn't want to intrude because I knew that I didn't have all the facts
But I couldn't bear the thought of leavin' her
So I took the elevator to the second floor
Walked down the hall and then I knocked upon her door
She opened up and I asked about the things I've been hearing
She said, "I think your ears are playing tricks on you"
Sweater zipped up to her chin
"Thanks for caring, sir, that's nice of you
But I have to go back in
Wish I could tell you about the noise
But I didn't hear a thing"
She said, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind
Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"
She said, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind
Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"
Aim my boom box at the roof, I'm playing, "Lean on me"
Just so that she knows that she can lean on me
And when she hears the words, I hope she knows she'll be okay
Aim my boom box at the roof, I'm playing, "Lean on me"
Just so that she knows that she can lean on me
And when she hears the words, I know exactly what I'll say
"Promise I'm not playing tricks on you
You're always welcome to come in
You could stay here for an hour or two
If you ever need a friend"
"We can talk about the noise, when you're ready, but till then"
I say, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind
Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"
I say, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind
Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind
but I am arrogant enough to mean "lower forms of animal life" when I refer to animals. Thus, when I say that I like animals, I do not necessarily include my own species, among whom are large numbers of individuals for whom I have no fondness at all, and some whom I hold in utter contempt. Indeed, I sometimes wonder why "You're an animal" is an insult; it seems to me that, if animals could talk, "You're a human" would be one of their favorite insults :-)
Richard E. Turner (1937–2011), The Grammar Curmudgeon, a.k.a. "The Mudge," "Animal People," 2004
HPPT!!
camellia, "October Affair', sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina