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I'll be glueing most of of the parts together, per the plans, but will likely back them up with some screws. Here, I'm installing the braces on the bedway.
Life can make you feel like your under fire sometimes. That's what the image of this fire pit at Ames Park made me think of. The Lord said He would never leave us or forsake us, but sometimes it doesn't feel that way. One of my contacts said that my faith would get me through the tough days, and he was right.
On Christmas Eve, my brother's van broke down 56 miles from home. Shawn had moved in with me after a painful divorce, one that he didn't want or deserve, and because his world literally crashed down around him, in some respects, mine did, too. He has three sons, 12, 14, qne 16 years of age, and last June, he moved in with me, and his sons come to visit regularly.
I've been workiing for a mattress company since shortly after Shawn moved in, and he took a job with them, too, after his business fell apart, due to having no assistance from his ex for some time prior to the split. He's a people person- an evangelist- and his business was helping handicapped and mentally challenged people find employment. His wife had handled the paperwork end of things, while he was on the road, hands on working with clients. He actually went to the workplace with them, making sure they were doing things right, and sometimes spending hours doing so. His income was never a lot, but he liked what he did, and got by pretty well. After his wife wanted out of the marriage, she quit doing the books, and he fell sadly behind. During his last state audit, they told him he'd better find something else to do!
Originally, I was hired to work the Daytona Beach area as a floater, filling in for the managers when they had days off or vacations. Shawn was working the west side of the county. At one point, they gave me the Daytona store to manage, but took it away after three weeks. Then they gave Shawn the Deltona store, and did the same thing to him. They sent him to another county, sometimes two counties away. Finally, they put him in Mount Dora, which was 56 miles from home. He told them he couldn't keep driving so far because his van was old and he had no money to fix it, but they didn't listen. Meanwhile, they started sending me to stores 50 miles from home.
On Christmas Eve, Shawn's van died in Mount Dora. At about 8:30 I received a call that he was stranded with no money, overdrawn in the bank, with maxed out credit cards and no way home! I had just spent money to buy Christmas dinner, knowing there would be nothing for his sons when they came that night. Christmas suddenly became stressful and bleak!
While waiting to see if friends could help us, another friend, Diana, came by bringing food for us, the excess of some she had received as a gift! Suddenly, the bare cupboards and fridge were a little more full, and I didn't feel so alone. When she heard what had happened, she got on the phone and called a friend she thought might help. When I found out who it was, I knew God was up to something, since this man had a burden to help my brother, and had bailed him out financially several times! He went to get him and brought him sandwiches to eat along the way, and brought him all the way home, which was about a 90 mile trip for him! My ex-sister-in-law's daughter, my niece, Michelle, then came by dropping off the boys.
We had a great Christmas, but the troubles weren't over, as Shawn has no way to get his car out of the Walmart parking lot in Mount Dora! It is dead- probably transmission. So, suddenly, he wasn't just out of a car, he was out of a job, since where they've had him working is so far away, and I couldn't drive him there. I've been working in Port Orange, covering for the store manager while she's on vacation.
It had come to my attention that the manager of the Daytona store, the one I'd wanted and had asked for repeatedly, might be quitting. I had hopes of maybe getting the store back, and not having to drive all over creation anymore. Well, when they heard my brother had no way out of town, they said HE could work it! So, for this week, at least, he is there, and I'm there on the weekend. If the other man doesn't return, Shawn might get the store by virtue of the fact that he has no transportation, and I will be back floating great distances away, because the other person who works the Daytona area now is doing so because SHE doesn't have a car! So, my hopes have pretty much been dashed, and I'm back from the frying pan into the fire. To add insult to injury, I have to give my brother a lift cross town to the other store and back, which is doubling my gas at a time when I was hoping I could conserve it for a week or two!
The bible says all things work for good for those who follow Jesus, who don't walk after the flesh, but after the Spirit. I know this is all for my good, but it sure doesn't FEEL very good right now! I feel usurped and hopeless. It's been my income that has paid all the household bills, which have increased since my brother moved in. He has no money to contribute.
This is one of those times when keeping my eyes on God is critical. When all your hopes are dashed, and nothing seems to be working out, it's time to be looking for the answers you weren't expecting! 2012 will be a year of great change for me, I think, and it's looking like one of those things will be my residence. The other will probably be my job. There are things I've always wanted to do, and perhaps even though this seems to be all bad, the Lord is making a way for me to do them. We'll see. It will be interesting to see how he's going to pull me out of the fire this time!
One thing's for sure....the fire might not remain on the outside, where it can do harm, but God is lighting a fire on the INSIDE, which can change EVERYTHING!
The magician's magician, illusion designer John Gaughan is the man behind the curtain. Here we offer a special tour of his Los Angeles workshop. Read the entire article, written by David Pescovitz, in MAKE, Volume 13, page 32.
photo by Noah Webb
As the youngest child of three, Noah Webb (Proto photography) always had to sit in the back of the “sparkly brown” family station wagon, so he gained a sharp eye at an early age. It “forced me to become a photographer. Looking through that window was like looking through a big view camera watching the world go by.” He lives in Los Angeles in a 1910 Craftsman home, and loves cookies, swimming, snowboarding, and “pushing my body’s limits as I grow older.” His latest project is a handmade book about a trip to Ecuador.
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Using strategically placed bits of coffee stirrer stick, I was able to endow the excavator with a fully articulated boom, dipper stick, and bucket. Next time I'll see about making the body swivel over the tracks.
I just purchase a collection of glass negatives from the same estate with the happy kids with dolls. Most likely this is their mother. Her pose is interesting and to me almost distraught. She appears to be pre-occupied and not much into getting her photo taken. She must have moved and it makes her look like she has a tear in her eye.
Sanne volgt een visagiecursus en mocht 'oefenen' op Annelies. Ik legde het vast met de 'plastic fantastic' 50 mm-lens van Canon.
Yeah make it out to be the UNARMED and DEAD ones fault. And apparently then killers brother is walking around taking pictures of everyone. THE FUCK?! I AM SO fucking pissed off. I can't be there and it is killing me. This is a fucking circus. These assholes and their lies are going to fuck it up with their lies and my brothers murderer is going to get off with a god damn slap on the wrist.
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jacobevanandmama: @owenismyboo when did she say it? Or when was he killed? @sophies_mommy my heart is breaking all over again. And I am just in tears. My brother was in and out of then system for years. Yes, he was troubled but he never would have hurt anyone. He didn't deserve this. The system failed him once before. I pray that it doesn't happen again.
habolton: What do you mean he is taking pictures of people? That is so messed up they are making it out to he your brothers fault! I wish you could be there to testify for your brother :(it's not right for them to frame innocent people for bad things.
jacobevanandmama: @habolton apparently his brother is taking pictures of Jordan's gf (Peyton's mom). Jordan thinks its "to get her jumped". I have no idea whats going on. :(
kaaayswiss: That fucking whore! How can you sit there under oath and lie!! There's nothing she will get out of it! Fuck
missyph: And why was the judge or bailiff allowing this guy to take pictures at a court room???
jacobevanandmama: @missyph they got caught right away. And the one chick said she needed service to shut off the phone. In what fucking universe do you need service!? The judge said "I'm not stupid you don't need service shut the damn thing off"
missyph: If I were the judge I would've taken their phones and kicked them out of my court room
jacobevanandmama: @missyph he did after that. His whole family is causing drama.
My wife attended class for Make Up For Ever and this is one of her portfolio
MUA Joanne Madayag
Model: Lilianne
If you need Make Up service you can email her at jvnarciso@yahoo.com
We're super excited to have our hands finally on this book! This is so hard to find and rare that it is not even listed on Amazon.
Make Your Own Marimekko book is now available at the little dröm store.
Step into the workshops of Marimekko designers. Read their design stories, learn the tricks of the trade and create your own masterpieces. The book includes ideas and instructions for more than 60 projects ranging from easy to slightly challenging. Jazz up your home and wardrobe with fun designer pieces!
Mingle Media TV and our Red Carpet Report host Lindsay Hoffman were invited to come out to cover the 2015 Make-Up Artists & Hair Stylists Guild Awards at the Paramount Theatre at the Paramount Studios Lot with actress Wendi McLendon-Covey serving as host and Ron Perlman, John Landis, Cheryl Boone Isaacs, Alfre Woodard, Sarah Paulson, Darby Stanchfield, Raymond Cruz, Tony Revolori, Amy Landecker, Ethan Embry, Beau Garrett, Jillian Rose Reed and Jamie Brewer on hand as presenters.
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NORTH HOLLYWOOD - LAFD firefighters battled a blaze in three adjacent commercial buildings, fending off electrical hazards and building collapse, to extinguish the inferno in just over 3 hours.
A pile of oily rags were the culprit of a massive commercial structure fire on Lankershim Blvd just before midnight on November 1, 2019. Painting-related chemicals provided for a chemical reaction with the rags they were saturating and produced enough heat for them to spontaneously combust. Firefighters arrived to find fire blowing through the roof of the commercial building. Crews made access to enter the building and began cutting holes in the roof to ventilate the structure. As fire blew out of every hold that was cut, despite their continuous attempts to retreat to a less involved area to continue cutting, the decision was made to pull companies off the roof and out of the structure, and assume a defensive posture. The heavy fire load in the business quickly grew the fire, which spread to two more nearby commercial buildings.
The combined 40,000 square-foot fireball burned for over 3 hours, while 127 firefighters worked the perimeter to "surround and drown" the fire. Firefighters navigated around electrical wires down, and roof and wall collapses during the fight. By nearly 3:00 AM, the flames waved the white flag and gave up, succumbing to the three hour tour of large-diameter hose streams raining down, guided by spotters on the radio with a better vantage point. Ladder pipes, portable monitors, and 2-1/2-inch hand lines were all used in the deluge. The emergency was mitigated, but the work was not done.
Firefighters stayed on scene to overhaul the buildings and the debris pile for days following, while the pile continued to smoke. Plastics and other materials had melted throughout the pile, creating a water-resistant layer that protected hot spots under the surface from hose streams. LAFD tractor companies came out at first light the next morning to turn over the pile. A track loader (Caterpillar 953) and a wheel loader (Caterpillar IT28), driven by LAFD Heavy Equipment Operators, worked for days to continue overhauling the buildings and turn over debris, allowing firefighters to continue to put water on the materials to cool it off. Companies from all over the city rotated shifts during the days after, on "fire watch" to ensure nothing flared up and to continue to apply water while the tractors operated.
Fire investigators from the LAFD Arson/Counter-Terrorism Section obtained video evidence that enabled them to make the determination that the cause was accidental, due to spontaneous combustion. Near the end of the video from an internal surveillance camera, rags with painting-related chemicals on them (left on a bench) can be seen spontaneously combusting due to a chemical reaction. This is a sobering reminder to properly dispose of oily and chemical-soaked rags properly. Fortunately, no one was hurt during this Major Emergency fire.
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Of the many bizarre and strange customs and festivals observed in India, the Koothandavar festival of Koovagam is one among them. The very basis of the festival, its associated rituals and the people involved make it the weirdest possible celebration on earth. A celebration of love and death, of sacrifice and life.
The small hamlet of Koovagam is present in the Vizhuppuram district of Tamil Nadu, making it virtually a ‘nothing’. However, once a year this tiny village turns into the biggest camp for transgenders from all over the country. They gather in flocks to take part in the rituals of the festival which lasts for 18 days, culminating on chitra pournami (april-may).
Story behind this
A festival which has its base rooted into the depths of the Mahabharatha war, Krishna’s cunningness and the noble nature of a very valiant young man.
War between the Pandavas and Kauravas was imminent. There was no way that a war could be averted, thus saving millions of innocent human lives. Krishna, as the protector of the universe was worried about the outcome of the war. It was true that he could intervene with his divine powers and avert catastrophe, but humans are required to decide their own fates. That’s what the vedas and shastras say. But still, he wanted the Pandavas to win the war, for he was on their side and their doings were just and moral. This would be the ultimate “Good wins over Bad” story if it went along as he desired.
Having no choice, he goes to Sahadeva who is blessed with the talent of accurately forecasting the future and reading horoscopes, Sahadeva rolled his Shozhi (shells used to help in prediction) and after several calculations looked up and said “To attain victory in the upcoming war, you need to sacrifice a man filled with all the good qualities of Valor, strength, bravery, beauty and such, to the goddess of war, Kali. He who first performs this sacrifice will gain the blessings of Kali and win the war”,
All along his way back his mind was filled with a single thought, “Is there anyone… Anyone else, other than Arjuna who can match the requirements of sacrifice? Anyone at all?” He pleaded, only to be met by a stunning silence. Krishna’s heart shattered at the thought of losing a dear friend. He felt light headed and started to sway with dizziness, when a voice cut through his haziness.
“Am I eligible to be sacrificed?” the voice asked. Looking for the source of the voice, Krishna’s eyes land on a very handsome man, dressed as a warrior and bearing resemblances to Arjuna. “Who are you, may I know?” questioned Krishna, as hope revived in his heart.
“I am Aravaan, the son of Arjuna, born to the Naaga princess Chithrangadha, through an illicit wedlock. I have come here to help bring victory to my father and his brothers. And if I can indeed help them win by sacrificing myself, then I am ready to die.” he proclaimed.
Krishna is flooded with relief. Using his divine powers, he comes to know that Aravaan is indeed a warrior par excellence, full of good qualities and excellent character. “He would make the perfect sacrifice to Kali”, Krishna thought and he beckoned Aravaan to come with him. He introduced Aravaan to the Pandavas including to Arjuna, his father (what weirdness!!!) and praised the sacrificial qualities of Aravaan. “So you will be sacrificed to the Goddess at the dawn of war, tomorrow. Purify yourself mentally and physically and prepare for the day. Long live your sacrifice”, Krishna told Aravaan and turned to leave.
“One moment my lord, I have but a few wishes to be granted before I die. Will you grant them?” Aravaan asked Krishna. “Why don’t you try me?” Krishna winked mischievously at Aravaan.” My lord”, began Aravaan,” I have had the good fortune to enjoy much in life, but before I die, I would like to enjoy the heat of a woman. I wish to die a married man, my lord.” Krishna is stunned. Which woman would marry a man who is going to the sacrificial altar the very next day? Probably none. No woman is crazy to throw her life away.”We will manage that”, he assured Aravaan, “Anything else?”.”Yes my lord, I would like to witness the entire war unfold, in my physical body and I would also like to fight on the Pandava side for a minimum of three weeks. Is that agreeable?”
It was here that the jealousy of Krishna kicked in. He knew that Aravaan was an excellent warrior and if he was allowed to fight there would be no need of any of the Pandavas or Krishna himself. “ParthaPuthra, what is ‘three weeks’ to a man like you? You can probably crush the entire enemy forces in three and a two third minutes. You will be able to fight on the Pandava side for those three and a two third minutes.” Aravaan agreed, charmed by Krishna’s flattery and speech. “If that is all, you can follow me to meet your bride, who will be your wife tonight and your widow in some days.” Krishna commanded.
Aravaan followed Krishna to the interiors of the palace. There, in the presence of the Pandavas and a few close friends, Krishna did the unbelievable. He transformed himself into Mohini, a form so beautiful that even Shiva had fallen for it, and in the presence of the elders, married Aravaan. That night Aravaan got his first wish fulfilled. Mohini seduced him with all her sexuality. All through the night, Aravaan was confused if he was with a man or woman. The smell of butter and milk reminded him of Krishna, but at the same time he couldn’t come out of Mohini’s clutches. The night passed and the day of the war dawned.
Aravaan was taken to the battle field and was made to stand at the center. There he tore off his skin from his arms and offered them to Kali. Kali, ever thirsty for blood, pounced on it and gave her blessings to Pandavas. The war began. Over the course of the 18 days, Aravaan kept Kali satisfied, stripping pieces from his body and offering it to her. On the final day when his allotted 3 and a two-third minutes of time came up, he realised that he had been tricked. He just had his head and his skeleton intact. A fat lot of use they would come to.
Conetemplating, he assumed his Vishwaroopa form and with his head as a large stone, he rolled over the enemy forces killing millions and badly hurting himself. The war was over. The Pandavas had won and the cause for it all, Aravaan, was lying, all alone on the Kurukshetra field. During his final moments on earth, when his life was ebbing away, he heard the high pitched wail of a woman. Turning towards the source of the wail, he sees Krishna, as Mohini, beating her breasts and wailing, the very picture of a widowed woman grieving her husband. With that final sight, his spirit soared heaven-wards and joined the other immortal heroes in warrior heavens, forever shining upon the brave warriors of yore. Aravaan had passed on, a happy man.
This chapter in the Mahabharatha forms the central theme of the 18 day festival at Koovagam. The small shrine at Koovagam is dedicated to none other than Aravaan himself and he is worshipped as Koothandavar. The 18 day festival celebrates the final days of Aravaan’s life, right up to his brave sacrifice on the 18th day. The highlight of the festival happens to be the marriage of Aravaan. The transgenders who gather here are the self-proclaimed brides of Aravaan. They claim themselves to be incarnations of Krishna, who was a man trapped inside a woman’s body, when he seduced Aravaan, just like the transgenders themselves. The first 15 days of the festival pass in dancing, singing and merrymaking, the transgenders putting up colourful and lively performances. All through the 18 days, a gigantic head of Aravaan is made and painted with the greatest care within the temple precincts
On the 17th day, the priest does special poojas to the idol of Aravaan and bringing upon the power of Aravaan on himself, he ties the mangalsutra (the sacred marital thread) around the neck of all the transgenders present there. They are now the wives of Aravaan, just for the night. A gala feast is organised which is followed by a night full of merrymaking, laughter and dance. The gigantic head of Aravaan is mounted on a chariot and taken around the village.
At the dawn of the 18th day, the air is ripped by sharp wails, as Aravaan is beheaded, widowing all his one-day-old wives. Following the traditions, the widows of Aravaan rip the Mangalsutraa from their necks, tear flowers out of their hair, throw away ornaments, and remove all cosmetics from their faces, wailing loudly, beating their chests, just like Krishna mourned for Aravaan long, long ago. They did a holy dip and wear a white saree (widow costume). And till that day arrives, they have to rely on the grace of Aravaan to take them through the rough times to come.
Esse foi o make que usei nesse ano novo, na verdade é a cópia do make do ano passado.
Gostei tanto, que fiz só pra postar aqui!
Como eu tava com pressa e td mundo me gritando pq eu era a unica atrasada pra sair de casa não saiu como eu queria, mas mesmo assim, acho que vale pôr aqui.
Só pra constar, usei com um vestido Nude com fios dourados.
Como eu fiz:
-Usei o Nyx jumbo cor Milk como base
-Passei sombra pérola em toda a pálpebra e sobrancelha.
-Passei sombra dourada no meio da pálpebra móvel
-Passei combra acobreada acima do côncavo e no canto dos olhos.
-Esfumei com sombra marrom escura o côncavo, marcando-o.
-Passei lápis branco na linha d'agua.
-E lápis preto envolta de todo o olho. (passei lápis emcima pq eu tava com pressa, mas na verdade queria usar um delineador.)
- Apliquei os cílios postiços.
Espero que gostem e aproveitem pra outra data.
Beijos.
Che rumore fa la felicità.
Come opposti che si attraggono,
come amanti che si abbracciano.
Camminiamo ancora insieme,
sopra il male sopra il bene,
Ma i fiumi si attraversano e le vette si conquistano.
Corri fino a sentir male
con la gola secca sotto il sole.
Che rumore fa la felicità
Mentre i sogni si dissolvono
e gli inverni si accavallano
quanti spilli sulla pelle
dentro il petto sulle spalle,
ma amo il sole dei tuoi occhi neri
più del nero opaco dei miei pensieri
e vivo fino a sentir male
con la gola secca sotto il sole.
Corri amore, corri amore.
Che rumore fa la felicità
Insieme, la vita lo sai bene
ti viene come viene, ma brucia nelle vene e viverla insieme
è un brivido è una cura
serenità e paura
coraggio ed avventura,
da vivere insieme, insieme, insieme, insieme … a te.
Che rumore fa la felicità.
Due molecole che sbattono
come mosche in un barattolo
con le ali ferme senza vento
bestemmiando al firmamento.
Mentre il senso delle cose muta
ed ogni sicurezza è ormai scaduta
appassisce lentamente
la coscienza della gente.
Che rumore fa la felicità.
Che sapore ha, quando arriverà sopra i cieli grigi delle città
che fingono di essere rifugio per le anime.
Corri fino a sentir male
con la gola secca sotto il sole.
Corri amore, corri amore.
Che rumore fa la felicità
Insieme, la vita lo sai bene
ti viene come viene, ma brucia nelle vene e viverla insieme
è un brivido è una cura
serenità e paura
coraggio ed avventura,
da vivere insieme, insieme, insieme, insieme … a te.
Dove sei ora?
Come stai ora?
Cosa sei ora?
Cosa sei?
Dove sei ora?
Come sei ora?
Cosa sei ora?
Cosa sei… cosa sei? ma…
Insieme, la vita lo sai bene
ti viene come viene, ma è fuoco nelle vene e viverla insieme
è un brivido è una cura
serenità e paura
coraggio ed avventura,
da vivere insieme, insieme, insieme a te … a te.