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Communication is very important. Obviously without it we're isolated individuals without an outlet to be heard or to comprehend what we hear. Communication exists regardless of how we intent it to be received. Verbal or visual, we all communicate. Just some of us are more clear about it.
I have a problem with words. Not necessarily with what words to use, but more with the frequency and amount of words to use. I go out of my way to be understood — probably to the annoyance and frustration of everyone around me. There's nothing worse than leaving the scarcity of your communication "open" to interpretation. This is how marriages fail. Friendships disintegrate. And the premise of every "Three's Company" episode for seven years. The problem isn't that I communicate too much, but that others anticipate that you will automatically have the same understanding of what they mean as they do. Sadly, this is hardly ever the case.
Language and communication are hard enough from region to region within the United States. Sack/Bag. Pop/Soda. It varies from family to family, business to business, school to school. Man to woman. We all have a vernacular (I know, I'm already breaking the rules of my own argument! If you don't know what it means, I can't assume that you do, you can find the definition here) that we fully adopt into our everyday palett of words; and expect everyone else to know their meaning.
Right now I'm stuck in the middle of 40 years of poor communication. Of implied meaning. Inferred intent. The end outcome is bitterness. Dishonor. Hurt. Confusion. Anger. When one said "That's ok" they meant "I don't like this but I'll suffer through it because I don't want to get into an argument about it". Ultimately we can't avoid conflict and we can't assume understanding. It's to the determent of everyone to take short cuts with words — and can end quite literally in a disaster.
I had intended to do this technique for the last motivation (still life lit by torch) but was unable to put anything in due to work commitments. Poor excuse I know. So, with all the best intentions in mind to get this completed for week 9, as typical I left it until last minute.
Quick dash after leaving work at 10pm, 30 plus minutes of messing around to find the right length of exposure and torch light passes. And then I was interrupted by the Guards who were obviously called due to somebody seeing me on this site, that and the strange lights I was flashing around. After a full explanation was provided, which left them baffled, they were finally convinced that I was not out to steal or destroy anything. They wished me good luck and left. Six images later I knew I had to get back and get this uploaded. I shot in JPG for a change to help speed up any processing (as I knew I was happy with the colours etc.). Really enjoyed the challenge of something new and will no doubt try a lot more of this.
It's taken me 2 years to get this shot. Every time I see the bird on the flower stem, which flowers once a year, I am inside & too slow to get the camera & run back to the back door, open it gently to not frighten the bird & then take the shot. This time, luck was on my side. Yay!
She jumped off the diving board, repeatedly and fearlessly, into 12 feet (3.6 meters) deep water and then swam to the edge. The boy did it too, with just a little help. I'm busting with pride.
It costs Rs/- 2 , ( $ 1/35 ) to pump air in a single wheel of a bicycle.
In a small town near Calcutta ( Kolkata ) in the state of West Bengal in India.
Monday Morning Funny #51 - Because Monday Mornings are NOT Funny!
Meet CRAZY FROG - my sister and I thought he'd be the size of Frosty in this picture... because we are MORONS!!!!! We know football yards but apparently not yardstick inches!!!! This thing is HUGE!!!!! I should have known it was big since it was originally $100 marked down to $6!!!!!!!!
I bought it for my nephew... had nooo clue it would be BIIGGER than him standing up!!!!!!!
I'm officially done in Boston which means.. YEAH.. no more insane commute!!!!! So I'll definitely be back later!!!!!!
Hope you all had a fantastic New Year!!! I have been busy finishing up at my client and organizing for the new year!!! All is great!!!!!!!
And honestly this Monday isn't so bad... I get to watch my hubby suffer on his first day back to work in 7 months... ROFLMAO!!!!!!! Evil wife!!!!
It's actually quite funny : somewhere above Zion Canyon, someone put those two statues, which looks exactly like the original animals.
Seeing them from the distance, it seems odd that they're not moving, and that, for as long as you look at them. Is this some sort of a ploy are they using?
Everybody is confused until you see the trick...
HOW GREAT IS THIS PATTERN!! I love it!
This pattern is a "How to Sew Pattern" The dress is view 1 with high round neckline, has a collar, short sleeves gathered to elastic casings, a back zipper and optional button trim. The pinafore in views 1 & 2 with skirt gathered to lined bodice above the normal waistline, has a squared neckline, back button closing, self fabric tie ends and ruffle trim. View 2 has a contrasing bodice, ruffles and tie ends.
Maker: Simplicity
Pattern # 6162
Copyright Date: 1973
Cost of Original Pattern: $ 1.00
Size of Pattern: 12
Bust: 34
Waist: 26.5
Hip: 36
Pattern Envelope: discolored due to age with some tears around envelope flap
Pattern Instructions: Included
Pttern Pieces: complete including pattern instructions on "How to make gatheres"
It's early December, 3S71 is now showing as a Q path on the system. That can only mean one thing...
So, what was presumably the final RHTT down the coast for the 2014 season was worked by 97304 and 97302. Judging by the spray, the crew still thought there was work to do. Almost by tradition now, the RHTT's seem to finish perhaps a week or two before they should, so it's a big welcome to the slidey train bangy wheel flats season. Hold on to your seats everyone, it's gonna be a white knuckle ride...
Rhyl, 4 December 2014.
It's really amazing how many photos one comes across of a family pictured with the family dog. Every once in a while you find an example that stands out from the crowd and this one sort of fits that category in my mind. Found in Ohio.
It's been a month since I started growing my beard out. Now it's time to trim it. I'll probably just trim the neck-line to start with. Just as soon as I can get this mirror working right...
Highest rank in Explore: 255
Country, I was a soldier for you
I did what you asked me to
It was wrong and you knew.
Country, now I’m just a stranger to you
A number a name it’s true
Throw me away when you’re through.
Home of the brave and the free, the red white and blue
But I wish it was true.
- The White Buffalo
"More than taking photos with it, it's the camera itself that gets the people talking."
Pedro's Zenza Bronica S2A (sporting a 75mm f/2.8 Nikkor P) is a japanese medium-format SLR, with a focal-plane shutter, released in 1969. Its concept is similar to the swedish Hasselblad 1000F (a camera from the 1950's).
It's a large, and heavy, camera. Along with its sturdy build quality, and grey color scheme, it lends itself well to the (frankly, ridiculous) moniker of "little tank" I've grown fond to use for it. But despite these rugged looks, it's a delicate and precise machine, and it has gained my unconditional infatuation regardless of not being as renowned as the Hasselblad SLRs on which it is based upon, or the (entirely different) Rolleiflex TLRs that so many people recognise.
Wherever it goes it draws attention like a forest fire, as people - more and more distanced from film photography - are unable to contain their curiosity for such an unusually shaped machine.
Canon A-1
Canon FDn 50mm f/1.8
Fujifilm Superia X-tra 400
"Oh, Oh, sugar spell it out.
Like Oh, Oh, sugar spell it out.
Like Oh, Oh, sugar spell it out.
Like O, like O, like H in your gut"
another tegan and sara picture.
my other one : floorplan came out pretty good. i think this ones alright.
day 40. these are sooc. View On Black
There was a street fight yesterday. Watched it for 10 minutes or so before the police showed up. The rest of the series
like our two new shubunkin. A couple of years ago two of our fish became too large for the pond and we took them to a new home at a water garden. So we were left with two large goldfish. Recently, sadly, one of the goldfish died so we decided to get a couple of small fish to keep the other one company. Shubunkin are hardy fancy goldfish with calico patterns. Here they are being 'introduced' to the pond. It takes about an hour to acclimatise them by ensuring the get used to the temperature and water in their new environment. Our big goldfish was very curious. Two more in comments below
26/52 (look at that we are half way through the year!)
It's almost spring like today, but it's still on the chilly side.
My work from home look, with a new cover-up I purchased from Ebay the other day. I wanted something to keep the sun of a little in the summer or for when I go on holiday abroad.
It was 1982, and I was a single mom, and somewhat of a floozy. I was not into drugs nor being an alcoholic, though. Just lots of dancing, flirting and chocolate, and an occasional immoral, eccentric, but not illegal activity. Chocolate was one of my 4 food groups. In fact, I think it was 75% of my 4 food groups.
I had a very nice income without having to work. It covered rent and utilities and food, and some basic things like that. It did not however, cover things like $400 or $500 worth of car repair or another $470 worth of motorcycle repair. In one month’s time I had about $900 worth of transportation repair, and neither my car nor my motorcycle was running.
At a cocktail lounge and dance club called Foo’s in Eugene, Oregon, which is no longer in business, there was a braggart. Well, probably more than one braggart, but I am talking about one specific man there. He was frequently talking about how many wonderful buys on cars he had made, and that he had six cars in his driveway that he got for $100 or less, and made a big profit on. It felt to me like he was dangling steak in front of a starving dog.
I mentioned this to a man who was my friend, and said if that if someone were really my friend, they would find me a hundred dollar car. I could surely use one. He said that he would find me one. True to his word, he did. That evening I did not have $100; so I made a little chart of a thermometer like United Way might use, with a little sketch of a car at the top. I felt, rightly so, that it would be easier to ask 100 people for a dollar than to ask one person for a hundred dollars. I went around to my friends at Foo’s and asked if they could lend me a dollar toward the car, and told them I could pay them back in a few days.
I have covered their last names on my little chart for their privacy, not mine. This was nearly 30 years ago, and I don’t care. My little fund grew and grew and grew, and even went over $100. I joked that if I had known I had so many friends, I would have bought a Corvette.
I told my friends that I would pay them back next time I got paid. I think many of them thought, “Oh yeah, sure!” When I received my check for the month, I went to the bank and got 100 crisp new dollar bills. That night I went out with my list in hand, and got initials by as many people as were there. Some said never mind, it was a gift; and some were just mildly surprised that I intended to pay it back.
I had promised my lenders that when I got the car, I would get a bumper sticker made that said, “This Car Financed by 100 of My Friends.” There was a bumper sticker place in town that promised they could print anything; so that is what I did. It got a few laughs at stop lights and places like that. I also enjoyed surprising people who never thought I would really do that. I enjoy being somewhat eccentric in ways that pleasantly surprise people. That was my night to shine.
What I did buy was a 1969 Dodge. It was blue with a white racing striped wrapped around the trunk area. It had a white hard top. The biggest problem was that the driver’s door wouldn’t open. I had to crawl in the passenger side. For the great price on the car, that was a problem I could live with.
The most embarrassing time was when I had just started a new business, which is a different story, and drove up to a car dealership, and a salesman came out to greet me on the driver’s side. I had to tell him I would get out the other side. I felt kind of ridiculous, but I persevered. It struck me as funny how some people would act sort of ashamed on my behalf, but others would seem a bit impressed that I wasn’t flustered, and almost proud of me. I got out of my new car as if that were the way everyone did.
My progress chart is a real study in sociology. At least six people on it that I know of got married since then. At least one committed suicide. At least two died of cancer. One was murdered by her husband and her body thrown in the Long Tom River.
Eventually the car bit the dust, but even that was under unusual circumstances. I was on the way driving it to a wrecking yard. I took water for the radiator in the only big container I could find at the time. It was a Tupperware super large Fix ‘n Mix bowl, very awkward for pouring. It was also a ten dollar bowl which was a lot of money for me in 1982. I suspect now in this new millennium that they are $20 or $30. I had the title with me for the Dodge, fully expecting that I would not make it all the way to the wrecking yard. Sure enough, I didn’t. I had to be towed. I sold the car and only got $40 for it, and paid $7 for a cab ride back home. When I got home I realized I had left my Tupperware bowl in the back seat. I immediately called the wrecking yard and asked if they could get it and hold it for me until I could get out that way again. The manager told me, “Nah, that car has already been crushed!” I believed him, because I wasn’t experienced in the ways of wrecking yards; and because I wasn’t assertive enough at that time in my life to call him a liar. Well, they don’t crush cars within half hour of getting them. I think the manager’s girlfriend just got herself a nice kitchen bowl. I saw the very same car less than a year later on the road. They did not crush it!
My indignation over selling my car for basically $23 ($40 minus the bowl and the cab ride) led me to ideas about a new business. One could say that the end of my Dodge was the beginning of a new endeavor .
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Thermometer Chart, Pictures of It, and the story are all © 2011 by me, Dorothy Delina Porter
"F" is for Funding
I wrote to this gentleman and asked if I could use a picture he took of a car like the one in my story. He answered, and said it was OK. If you do go see his car picture, please leave a pleasant comment for him. I don't even know the man, and that is the least we could do.
The car is about the same as mine was except mine had full wheel covers and not center caps.
See photograph about 13 comments down.
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On August 18, 2019 I put this in my album about "Things with WHEELS - from toys to real vehicles, etc." not because it is a picture of something with wheels but because it is totally about buying a car with wheels.
‘It was not a dream ... I was in a different state - I felt differently and strangely; and yet it was all as real, as clear and vivid, as what I now see and hear – it was a reality.’ - J Sheridan le Fanu
It's election time in these parts as a westbound CSX freight rolls along on the C&O Cincinnati Subdivision just west of Augusta, Kentucky behind a herd of GE motors.
The unprocessed T-bone steaks and leather jackets seem unimpressed.
It is evident that these two are both mad, but I love them despite this, or maybe because of this. That makes me as mad as them, so it must be love.
(They had no reason to go across the stepping stones - they were just there, so needed to be walked on.)
#199 in explore - thank you :)
Brush Type 4 47 467 leaves the awesome Olive Mount Cutting on the outskirts of Liverpool city centre as it nears its destination with the 0951 (SuO) service from York to Lime Street. The date is June 15th 1986.
From Day 16: bit.ly/1dTCmPu
Suffice to say, New Jersey was much more beautiful before it turned into the land of highways. And because it did, I know of no parks or woods within an hour of here where the roar of road and air traffic isn’t annihilating the solitude.
It’s a silly thing to complain about, but I get the feeling that many who would hear it around here have never experience real quiet. Because it’s not like the same kind of silence that you get in a closed room. It’s much better.
This is the biggest of 3 staghorns, and it now exceeds my ability to move it indoors. So it spends winter outdoors, with protection, in Mobile’s zone 8b climate. Using a dolly, I can move it to the south wall of the house, where the stucco traps warmth and provides protection from the north. A double wrapping of large bubbled plastic shields those largest tender plants from all but the most extreme cold.....and our winter lows are in the 20s, and 28F is considered a “hard freeze” here in Mobile!
It's what I carry into the city with me these days. Always fun to do these snapshots, visual records of life as you live it.
1. Plain canvas bag from Springfield (an Australian retailer, I think).
2. Ricoh GXR (which I got back + cash in a trade for my M6) with 35mm Summilux ASPH.
3. 75mm Summarit - I couldn't get rid of it so I thought why not just use it instead.
4. A nice velvet-lined Leica pouch - I got this free with my old D-Lux 3.
5. Notebook with water resistant fibretip and rollerball pens.
6. Reading material.
I really should put a small umbrella in as well, now that it's been raining frequently.
. . . Happy Friday, Blue Moon night, weekend, and the beginning of August! I would not like to be the ER Therapist tonight!!
It is fun playing with white balance on the camera, just changed the setting to "fluorescent", and the Blue Moon appeared. Have a great Friday night and weekend Facebook and Flickr friends!
As soon as I saw this guy I knew I wanted to take his photograph and he was more than happy to let me. He moved around so much making him hard to photograph and as a result didn't quite my desired composition but I'm sure I'll see him again and grab another photograph.
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