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Peggy is an ex working prawning boat, believed built about 1910 by Crossfields at Arnside, and worked out of Maryport (registration number MT13). We have owned her for sixteen years and Peggy has shown herself to be a fast and capable cruiser/racer; she achieves good passage times as well as being stable and comfortable in a seaway. Winner Liverpool Nobby race in ’93 7 ’95, and Bateman Cup in East Coast OG race 2002. In 2013, and we were lucky enough to be able to be part of the OGA circumnavigation of the UK , and came to realise how very manageable and enjoyable she is to sail with just two crew. At 36ft on deck, 11ft beam and about 5ft max drought, she is one of the larger prawners. Her cabin is spacious; she can sleep 5 in two cabins plus W.C./wash room.
The photo of her sailing was taken in 2005; the photos of her on her mooring were spring 2015. These show the stern railing and cockpit cuddy that we fitted for our trip in 2013- these are easily removed if so desired. The photos of her hull shape show her laid up on the beach now. The photos inside her cabin: the first one tries to shows the length (16ft). The second one is the port-side bunk (8ft long) and diesel cabin heater. Then there is a picture of the forecastle big double bunk space. The last picture shows the starboard-side bunk just inside the cabin from the cockpit.
We have maintained her fit for extended cruising. All her sails, standing rigging, and running rigging have been renewed by us. The picture of her sailing shows her cruising rig; other sails include lightweight racing jib and staysail, topsail and various reaching forsails. All the sails and rigging are in good or excellent condition. Her spars and hull are in very good condition- her bowsprit was replaced with one in laminated spruce about ten years ago. Her engine is really excellent- powerful and reliable: a Nanni 4-43HD; 4 cylinder 2.2 litre engine with water cooled gearbox; this drives a Brunton 18inch self-adjusting three bladed propeller, that automatically feathers when sailing; this was all new and installed in winter 2013/14, and has had little use. 120 litres capacity of diesel. 60litres of fresh water. Jabsco toilet is about 5years old. Nelson cooker –gimbled with two burners plus grill and oven, VHF radio and Garmin plotter were all new for the 2013 trip. She has a Reflexs diesel cabin heater. Recent photos show the cockpit cuddy and stern railing that we fitted for 2013, but this is easily removed if so desired.
Ever-advancing age prompts a reluctant sale.
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I have decided to start a one month project to get myself back in the habit of taking photos. I believe this will be more manageable than a 365(hopefully haha).
Happy Late Mardi Gras! I made this Egyptian-themed Canrivale mask and Sara put it on and we drove to my favorite field that is absolutely flourishing right now. I meant to post this yesterday, when I took it, but I got caught up. This week is really busy for me because I have a bunch of projects and an essay due Monday. Also all of my family I never see are flying in this weekend for my great uncle's funeral. On Sunday I am taking two senior portraits; one at 8 and the other at 3:30; I think I will go home and sleep in between them hahaha:p
Reads like a troll, smells like a troll
'... going for the Holy Grail of Software Engineering and developing an algorithm engine (deemed impossible) that will generate 1M + algorithms per second on a supercomputer or cluster of PS3s in (any) programming language. The other half of the problem is creating a visual 3D and manageable structure for software. Solving this problem has involved all of my brainpower ...'
Hey blake what's the problem your solving? Ah found it. Better still I read this article ~ myblog.rsynnott.com/2007/05/perils-of-outsourcing.html
'... My name is Blake Southwood and I'm the founder of Brontosaurus Software. I have recruited smart MBAs and 2 lawyers to work on the business plan and right now I'm in the midst of trying in vein to recruit lisp programmers for a software project to create high level machine thinking. ... The Catch-22 is that we can't pay programmers till we get funding ...'
Can you code? Ahh then I found this article ~ www.alu.org/pipermail/uk-lispers/2006q4/000169.html
'... now has hit a seemingly insurmountable roadblock which is the lack of demonstrateable software ...'
A demo? ...
'... In the end all startups morph their business plan ( I know that I did) and they go through lots of engineers and deal with management. But with a common goal and a collective brainpower it would be advantageous for foes (potential fledgling competitors) to become comrads and cooperate together for a common good. ... They would also immediately have more engineers on board (which is always good) ...'
But this ones my favourite ~ startupsmeetandmerge.blogspot.com .. Blake your a bloomin comedian. Your talent is wasted ... couldn't dream this stuff up even if I tried.
Hmm, reads like a troll, smells like a troll ...
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The Aerostars Team began in 1997 with a five-ship formation of two-seat YAK-52s.
In 1998, the team ambitiously added two new pilots and a pair of the lighter, more potent YAK-50 single seaters to the show, to increase the energy of the routine.
From 2000, the team upgraded to the more spritely YAK-50. In 2001 the Aerostars underwent a change of team line-up and decided to focus on the logistically more manageable six aircraft size. This became the blueprint for the display which is presented today.
The pilots include Mark Rijkse (Leader), Gabriel Barton (Aerostar 2), Jeff Stow (Aerostar 3), Andy Hammond (Aerostar 4), Phil Ansell (Aerostar 5), Dave Boardman (Aerostar 6), and Mark Levy (Aerostar 7).
The Aerostars operate six identical YAK-50 aircrafts, featuring a 360hp supercharged Vedeneyev M14P 9 cylinder radial. This is the same aircraft that powers the majority of Russian radial aerobatic aircraft. The YAK-50 is stressed to +7/-5G and has a top cruising speed of 155 knots.
The YAK-50 was designed by the Soviet Yakolev design bureau in the early 1970s to provide the USSR aerobatic team with an aircraft to dominate international competitions. Cost was no object for the project.
Opposite of Samye Monastery, Tibet's first monastery, lies the hill of Hepo Ri.
At Hepo Ri Guru Rinpoche defeated the demons paving the way for Buddhisms introduction into Tibet. King Trisong Detsen - one of the Dharma Kings of the Yarlung Dynasty - put up a palace here. Nowadays a manageable climb in order to get amazing views and shots of the mandala-shaped Samye compound.
Wikipedia on Samye:
The Samye Monastery or Samye Gompa is the first Buddhist monastery built in Tibet, was most probably constructed between 775 and 779 CE[1] under the patronage of King Trisong Detsen of Tibet who sought to revitalize Buddhism, which had declined since its introduction by King Songtsen Gampo in the 7th century.
The monastery is located in Dranang, Shannan Prefecture. It was supposedly modeled on the design of Odantapuri monastery in what is now Bihar, India.
Erik Törner is a Tibet analyst from IM who last visited Tibet in January 2011.
Photo and copyright: Erik Törner, IM Individuell Människohjälp www.manniskohjalp.se
Contact IMs Erik Törner for permissions. Email erik.torner(at)manniskohjalp.se
IM is a Swedish aid organization fighting and exposing poverty and exclusion. IM makes long-term commitments together with local partners, in promoting health, education and income generation. Our efforts are aimed at empowering people and each new project starts off on a small scale.
IMs Photo Archive (IMs Bildarkiv) can always be found at www.flickr.com/IMsbildarkiv
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VELOSPEEDER, the miniaturized e-Bike drive by VELOGICAL, highly energy efficient with minimal waste of raw material, belongs to the
Award winners 2018 for Federal Award ecodesign in product category (Bundespreis Ecodesign).
bundespreis-ecodesign.de/en/winners/velospeeder
Jury statement Andreas Detzel:
"The Velospeeder convinces with a well thought-out drive concept, with the help of which existing bicycles can be retrofitted to a fully-fledged e-bike at manageable costs. This facilitates and promotes the urgently needed changeover from cars to more resource- and environmentally friendly individual mobility."
Federal Environment Minister Svenja Schulze:
"The range of award-winning projects shows how many areas offer creative solutions for more sustainable consumption that combine design and ecology. I wish all award winners that the award-winning products and services will be widely disseminated. If we make our consumption more sustainable, we can preserve our environment and our livelihoods in the long term".
UBA President Maria Krautzberger:
"I am delighted that designers are so interested in the competition. Her work is right at the beginning of sustainable products and can make an important contribution to protecting the environment".
Photography award ceremony © Kühnapfel Fotografie
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Der VELOSPEEDER, der miniaturisierte E-Bike-Antrieb von VELOGICAL, hocheffizient bei minimalem Rohstoffverbrauch, gehört zu den Preisträgern 2018 Bundespreis ecodesign in der Kategorie Produkt.
bundespreis-ecodesign.de/en/winners/velospeeder
Jurystatement Andreas Detzel:
„Der Velospeeder überzeugt mit einem gut durchdachten Antriebskonzept, mit dessen Hilfe Bestandsfahrräder bei überschaubarem Aufwand zu einem vollwertigen E-Bike nachgerüstet werden können. Das erleichtert und befördert den dringend notwendigen Umstieg vom Auto auf eine ressourcen- und umweltschonendere Individualmobilität.“
Bundesumweltministerin Svenja Schulze:
„Die Bandbreite der prämierten Projekte zeigt, in wie vielen Bereichen kreative Lösungen für mehr Nachhaltigkeit beim Konsum möglich sind, die Design und Ökologie vereinen. Ich wünsche allen Preisträgerinnen und Preisträgern, dass die ausgezeichneten Produkte und Dienstleistungen eine weite Verbreitung finden. Wenn wir unseren Konsum nachhaltiger gestalten, können wir unsere Umwelt und unsere Lebensgrundlagen dauerhaft bewahren.“
UBA-Präsidentin Maria Krautzberger:
„Ich freue mich, dass das Interesse am Wettbewerb gerade bei Designerinnen und Designern so groß ist. Ihre Arbeit steht ganz am Anfang von nachhaltigen Produkten und kann einen wichtigen Beitrag zum Umweltschutz leisten.“
Photographie Preisverleihung © Kühnapfel Fotografie
Bundesministerium für Umwelt, Naturschutz und nukleare Sicherheit (BMU)
Stresemannstr. 128-130 10117 Berlin
26.11.2018
Leeds Minster was a manageable enough size to capture in a single wide-angle shot. It's a lovely church.
I showed up on a Wednesday morning and nearly had the whole place to myself.
The ONLY editing I did to the pictures was reducing them from the size I shoot in SL (4000×3500) down to a 1024 size manageable for the blog and Flickr. There’s been no cropping, no liquifying, no adjusting contrast or color balances or any of the other Photoshop tools I use on a regular basis.
The east abutment of a huge trestle built by the Marietta, Cincinnati and Cleveland Railroad in 1857. It took me a while to find this location which is pretty much out in the middle of nowhere. It is about seven miles off the main road of Ohio State Route 555 outside Cutler in western Washington County. When built the trestle stood 120 feet above the valley floor on a set of 80 foot stone piers.
This shot gives an idea of how formidable and overgrown the area is. It is a tangle of thornbushes, bindweed, thistle, knap, honeysuckle, fallen trees and vines. The area was clearly timbered not long ago. This will be a good place to return to after the vegetation has died down and exploration is a bit more manageable.
another check mark in my adventurers taskbook: camping in the snow.
At 7400 feet over sea I prepared for the worst, but it turned out manageable.
ISHINOMAKI, Japan— Army Staff Sgt. Robert Hazell (left), information systems operator, and Spc. James Gordon, technical engineer specialist, both with 10th Support Group, Joint Support Forces Japan, use sledge hammers to reduce a piece of debris into a more manageable size in the school yard here April 1. The Japan Ground Self-Defense Force identified the school as particularly hard hit and coordinated a bilateral cleanup that involved Marines, sailors, soldiers and airmen working alongside JGSDF members. (U.S. Marine Corps Photo by Lance Cpl. Mark W. Stroud/Released)
Flooding is the most typical natural catastrophe in the United States and it has brought on huge destruction to life and property through the years. Shovel mud from the basement as quickly as all water has drained or has been pumped out to allow flooring and partitions to dry. It is also potential for harm to be carried out to the walls and furnishings inside the home. Owners ought to analysis the restoration companies in their area and choose the one that gives the most effective mixture of companies. If the injury is manageable you will have to lower out the broken part of the wall.
Visit here:
Fontana Water Damage Restoration
Fontana
CA 92336
(909) 767-6256
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St. Mellion Golf Club's 2014 Mens & Ladies Club Championships started on the hottest day of the year so far, temperatures were well into the the thirties for the Saturday medal round on the Kernow Course. Mike Bush had set out some of the toughest pins ever seen on a course that was firm and bouncing. The temperatures were a little cooler for the second medal round on the legendary Nicklaus Course making the course much more manageable, although being the Nicklaus it was never going be easy! The presentation of prizes was hosted on the Nicklaus 18th green afterwards by Club Captain Robin Hancock and Lady Captain Sue Poole. A great weekend of Golf.
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To view the rest of my Photography Collection click on Link below:
www.flickr.com/photos/nevillewootton/sets
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Photography & Equipment sponsored by my web business:
We are UK's leading Filter Specialists, selling online to the Plant, Agricultural, Commercial Vehicle and Marine Industries.
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PLEASE NOTE: I take Photographs purely as a hobby these days so am happy to share them with anyone who enjoys them or has a use for them. If you do use them an accreditation would be nice and if you benefit from them financially a donation to www.sightsavers.org would be really nice.
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IDP's from Tikrit and Ramadi.
The refugee flow to the wealthy continent of Europe is just the tip of the iceberg. It's a minor crisis compared to the real refugee crisis hitting Iraq and Iraqi Kurdistan, where resources are not so plenty as in Europe. Belgium is not overwhelmed by a flood of refugees like Kurdistan. Many internal Iraqi refugees from areas which have been taken by IS flee to the Kurdish region in northern Iraq. Most refugees remain in the region, and within the sphere of influence of the conflicts of yesterday, today and tomorrow. Browse through these photos by photographer Baram Maaruf and you might get a better understanding of the scope of the "crisis" in Europe: limited and perfectly manageable. It's a not a "refugee crisis", but a crisis of "political will".
ARBAT IDP CAMP
Arbat Internally Displaced Persons (IDP) Camp is located outside the city of Sulaymaniyah in Iraq's Kurdistan Region. It is one of the most overcrowded refugee camps in Iraq. The camp was supposed to house 800 displaced Iraqi families, but now there are more than 2000 families (23.000 people). In each tent there are several families. It was established for Syrian refugees as a transit camp, but it turned into a camp for internally displaced Iraqi refugees. As the crisis in Iraq enters its second year with no political or military solution in sight, the government and aid groups are being forced to seek longer-term humanitarian solutions for the more than three million displaced by violence across the country.
ASHTI CAMP
It’s a short drive to a new camp location just five km away: Ashti Camp. UNHCR and its partners began to move residents to better-equipped facilities in June 2015. Ashti camp, was recently completed and will eventually accommodate some 1000 families who will be moved from Arbat Internally Displaced Persons (IDP) camp. They are displaced Iraqis sheltering in Iraq's Kurdistan Region. It looks like the foundation of a new village. Instead of pitched upon packed earth, tents here rest on poured concrete foundations. Plumbing is underground and electric wiring runs along poles that neatly follow the camp's grid layout.
ARBAT PERMANENT CAMP
The third refugee camp is a permanent camp for 6000 Syrian refugees, mainly Kurds from Kobani and Qamishlo. It looks like a village with paved roads, electricity wires, shops, little brick houses. Even though the whole “village” looks miserable, it is much “better” compared to Arbat Internally Displaced Persons (IDP) camp.
April 20, 2023 - USAID Administrator Samantha Power delivered a policy speech in which she presented a strategic approach for reclaiming and accelerating public health progress around the world. Administrator Power identified three foundational efforts around which USAID plans to unite its global health approach: 1) Turn COVID-19 into a manageable respiratory illness everywhere. 2) Build up defenses against new outbreaks and future pandemic threats. 3) Invest in primary health care workers. Administrator Power’s remarks were followed by a joint Q&A session with Assistant Administrator for Global Health Atul Gawande, which was moderated by Executive Vice President of the Center for Global Development (CGD) Amanda Glassman. The event was held at CGD headquarters in Washington, D.C., USA. USAID
April 20, 2023 - USAID Administrator Samantha Power delivered a policy speech in which she presented a strategic approach for reclaiming and accelerating public health progress around the world. Administrator Power identified three foundational efforts around which USAID plans to unite its global health approach: 1) Turn COVID-19 into a manageable respiratory illness everywhere. 2) Build up defenses against new outbreaks and future pandemic threats. 3) Invest in primary health care workers. Administrator Power’s remarks were followed by a joint Q&A session with Assistant Administrator for Global Health Atul Gawande, which was moderated by Executive Vice President of the Center for Global Development (CGD) Amanda Glassman. The event was held at CGD headquarters in Washington, D.C., USA. USAID
***WARNING: if you are eating, will be eating soon or have just eaten it is probably not a good idea to read this description - there will definitely be too much information. In fact I am probably delving into the realm of too much information in general so please, read at your discretion. ***
On this day I had a migraine, a relatively mild one by my standards (as in I was not so debilitated as to preclude me from taking a photo) but a migraine none-the less. My physio is going to be very disappointed when he hears the news but it has been a full 6 months since my last one and as I said, it was so very mild that quite frankly I call it a success. But wait, I am getting ahead of myself, lets start at the beginning.
I had my first migraine when I was 12. It was Christmas day - not exactly the present I'd been hoping for... since then I've had a few, maybe once a year, every now and then but it wasn't until I started on hormonal contraception that they became more frequent and by more frequent I mean every fourth Sunday like clockwork. Oestrogen withdrawals my mother calls it… apparently it runs in the family… awesome!
Now when I talk about having a migraine what I really mean is constant tension all down the back of your skull and into your neck a pressure so painful and distracting that can't be released no matter what you do and even sleep provides no relief; I'm talking about curling up on the couch in the lounge room with a pillow pressed so hard to your head you almost can't breathe because the light from the tv and the kitchen are too painful so bear but you can't get up to turn them off because even the effort of moving your arm makes your head spin and your stomach churn; or about your mother waking up in the middle of the night to find you collapsed on the floor next to the toilet because you just finished throwing-up but if the pattern of the last 15 minutes is any indication you will be doing so again in another 120 seconds only there stopped being anything to throw-up about 5 minutes ago so now you're just retching into the bowl and your so exhausted from the effort you don't even whimper as the tears stream down your face and you chant the words "make it stop" beneath your breath like a prayer of salvation to no one in particular. I am talking about the fearful anticipation you experience when you wake up on Sunday morning and realise after eating breakfast that it is not digesting the way it should and you just know that it's too late and no matter what drugs you take now they won't work because they won't be digested and therefore in a few hours its all going to start again. I am talking about the utter helplessness the total mental defeat you experience when it's your own body thats causing you to suffer and you feel trapped and hopeless within its walls because there is no-one else you can rebel against.
I am not talking about a head-ache. I am talking about a migraine.
For months last year that was my life, and it was scary as hell because a migraine doesn't just last for the period of time you're in pain, there is a whole 12-24 hour recovery period that comes after it. When your down its so terribly hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel and sometimes you need help to start finding your way out.
My physio kind of specialises in migraine sufferers, as I mentioned, mine, we believe were triggered by Oestrogen withdrawal from the hormonal contraception I was using and so I thought that all hope was lost, I had run out of options and would have to deal with having migraines once a month for the rest of my life or… Anyway, he describes migraines like filling up a glass with a small hole in the bottom; different factors contribute to the rate of liquid flowing into the cup, factors such as diet, hormones, stress levels (both mental and physical), muscular tension in the neck (for me at least), weather, sleep patterns, etc. So when all of these factors are pouring into the cup at a faster rate than the hole at the bottom allows them to drain then the cup fills up and eventually overflows - presto! Migraine - but, if you can reduce the effect of some of the factors just enough to prevent the cup from overflowing then you can prevent the migraines. Now that sounds like fun :-)
So in the months since this educational experience, through trial and error, I have developed a kind of migraine preventative program: physio once a month to loosen up my neck (which I am sure is not assisted by my pole dancing but that is a hard limit and I refuse to give it up), attention to diet *sigh* sugar and junk food appear to be the main culprits which really sucks (girls: you know that time where your stomach becomes like a bottomless pitt and you feel like you could literally spend ALL DAY eating chocolates and scooping ice-cream from the carton? Yeah well that is especially the time I shouldn't :( ), also eating regular meals - skipping meals can be disastrous, 100mg B12 every day (or when I remember) because apparently some studies have suggested that in high doses it can prevent migraines - whether its a placebo or not its been working for me so I'll stick with it (a bottle of B12 is infinitely cheaper than any of the prescription migraine medications on the market anyway), and just in general paying attention to my body, slow down on the days I feel iffy, take a break when I am feeling stressed and take time out to just chill.
I've learnt that migraines are kind-of my bodies warning system that I am pushing too hard and need to slow down for a little while and now that I have come to terms with that it all seems a little more manageable. On Friday I felt the signs, I knew I should go home and rest but I was feeling stubborn and really wanted to go to dancing. So I did, and I paid the price. On the plus side though it gave me sweet inspiration for today's 365 photo and I got to test the new nasal spray migraine medication I was prescribed - best news ever - it works!!! :-D
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St. Mellion Golf Club's 2014 Mens & Ladies Club Championships started on the hottest day of the year so far, temperatures were well into the the thirties for the Saturday medal round on the Kernow Course. Mike Bush had set out some of the toughest pins ever seen on a course that was firm and bouncing. The temperatures were a little cooler for the second medal round on the legendary Nicklaus Course making the course much more manageable, although being the Nicklaus it was never going be easy! The presentation of prizes was hosted on the Nicklaus 18th green afterwards by Club Captain Robin Hancock and Lady Captain Sue Poole. A great weekend of Golf.
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To view the rest of my Photography Collection click on Link below:
www.flickr.com/photos/nevillewootton/sets
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Photography & Equipment sponsored by my web business:
We are UK's leading Filter Specialists, selling online to the Plant, Agricultural, Commercial Vehicle and Marine Industries.
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PLEASE NOTE: I take Photographs purely as a hobby these days so am happy to share them with anyone who enjoys them or has a use for them. If you do use them an accreditation would be nice and if you benefit from them financially a donation to www.sightsavers.org would be really nice.
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Bought this for birding but my shoulder problems have meant I can't carry it and a DSLR and tripod so it's gone on the 'Bay. Chatting to Myk about his Fuji (Mum has a similar one) and they have a longer zoom than this and all in one neat manageable package. So hoping to raise enough to get something like an fujiHS30 or SonyHX200.
Anyone else with a superzoom bridge camera got any suggestions I'd be interested to hear.
A spacious Villa and Casita (cottage) located on the lower slopes of Busot Mountain enjoying beautiful mountain views. This is a private and tranquil property with 3 terraces, set amongst manageable gardens with flowering plants, Jacaranda trees and various fruit trees. A large terrace with 10m x 5m swimming pool links the 2 properties, which have been refurbished to a high standard.
The main house enjoys 3 double bedrooms, one of which is an attic bedroom / study, a spacious lounge with separate dining room and air conditioning, kitchen with dishwasher, oven and hob, stainless steel extractor, granite work surface, fridge, a large bathroom with bath and shower, WC, bidet and basin unit, and a storage room.
The casita which can be used for guests or as a grannie flat has rental potential. This consists of 1 large double bedroom with air conditioning, large bathroom with large shower, basin, WC and bidet, a small hallway with built in wardrobes and large kitchen / dining / lounge.
The beaches and marina at El Campello and San Juan are just a 10min drive away and Busot village with it’s primary school, shops, bars and restaurants a few minutes walk or short drive. Located in San Juan is an international school, Bonalba Golf Course 5mins, Alicante and Benidorm are only 20mins away and the Alicante airport `El Altet´ 25mins on the motorway. Truly a great location and a property with character, that must be seen to appreciate its ambiance, living up to its name `La Siesta´
April 20, 2023 - USAID Administrator Samantha Power delivered a policy speech in which she presented a strategic approach for reclaiming and accelerating public health progress around the world. Administrator Power identified three foundational efforts around which USAID plans to unite its global health approach: 1) Turn COVID-19 into a manageable respiratory illness everywhere. 2) Build up defenses against new outbreaks and future pandemic threats. 3) Invest in primary health care workers. Administrator Power’s remarks were followed by a joint Q&A session with Assistant Administrator for Global Health Atul Gawande, which was moderated by Executive Vice President of the Center for Global Development (CGD) Amanda Glassman. The event was held at CGD headquarters in Washington, D.C., USA. USAID
BMCE EuroServices, Baseler Straße 35-37, Frankfurt.
BMCE is the more manageable abbreviation for Banque Marocaine Du Commerce Extérieur. This property was formerly the Northern Cyprus Tourist Office.
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Nothing you see here is real, even though the conversion or the presented background story might be based historical facts. BEWARE!
Some background:
Towards the end of WWII, large, piston-engined flying boats had been used exctensively in th bepatrol and bomber role, but with the advent of the new jet engine technology, engineers in several countries started to explore the new propulsion type's potential in different areas - including seaborne usage.
Towards the end of WWII and the far-stretched conflict theatre in the Pacific, the flying boat as well as float planes still had a large appeal due to their independence from airfields. This offered a lot of tactical flexibility. On the other side, the jet engine promised (much) higher speeds, but with the relative higher weight of early jet-driven aircraft (more fuel was needed, and more engines, as thrust was relatively low) a seaborne type would also avoid the need for a prepared and long airstrip to operate.
The United Kingdom was one nation that looked seriously into this kind of aircraft, and Saunders Roe presented in 1943 the proposals for a plane that should actually make it to the hardware stage: the SR.1/A, which made its maiden flight in 1947. The Soviet union also undertook some studies, but fighters remained just proposals. Eventually OKB Beriev would produce several sea-borne, jet-powered patrol bombers (e .g. the R-1 experimental plane, and later the Be-10 flying boat), which actually entered service.
In the USA, studies for a jet-powered fighter fyling boat gained momentum during the final stages of WWII. Convair developed the 'Skate' for the US Navy, a heavy night fighter, and Boeing designed a competitive concept. In parallel, and towards the end of the forties, heavier flying boats for maritime patrol were requested by the Navy - and with them a lighter, single-seat fighter that could escort them, or be used as an interceptor to defend improvised forward maritime bases. Using this type as a fast, ship-borne reconnaicssance aircraft was also envisioned.
This fighter was to be capable of a similar performance to land-based fighters in this class, like the F-80 or the F-86. The dsuccessful evelopment of the SR.A/1 in the UK had been keenly observed, and the concept of a jet-powered flying boat fighter appeared feasible and appealing.
One company to respond to the USN request was Curtiss, who already had experience with float planes like the Model 82 (SOC) and the Model 97 (SC 'Seahawk') - both rather pathfinder aircraft than true combat types, though. Curtiss designed its Model 101 around two J47-GE-11 jet engines, each rated at 2.359 kN (5.200 lbf) of thrust.
The Model 101's layout was rather concentional, with a deep, single step boat hull that would house a huge amount of fuel for the requested long range escort capability. The J47-GE-11-engines (the same which powered the B-47 bomber) were placed in nacelles, at the highest point of the gull wings.
As an innovative step, the Model 101 featured swept wings - the first time ever that this was tried on a flying boat. On the tips of the wings with a 35° sweep, slats and large flaps, fixed stabilizer floats were mounted. The large fin was swepts as well, and the horizontal stabilizers were placed as a T-tail high on the fin, clear of any jet turbulence or spray water.
The pilot sat in a pressurized cockpit under a bubble canopy, which offered good view, even though the massive engine nacelles blocked much of the side and rearward field of view.
The Model 101 was armed with four 20 mm (0.79 in) M3 autocannons in the nose section, with 200 RPG. An A-1CM gunsight which used an AN/APG-30 radar to automatically compute the range of a target was housed in a small radome in the nose tip. Under its inner wings, just outside of the engines, hardpoints allowed an external ordnance of up to 4.000 lb (1.816 kg), including bombs of up to 1.000 lb calibre, eight HVAR missiles, drop tanks or even two torpedos.
Curtiss received a go-ahead and two prototypes were built during 1948. First taxi runsd tok place in late 1947, the maiden flight of prototype #01 was on February 6th 1948, the second aircraft followed only three weeks later on 1st of March 1948 - and the tests were soon halted. Both aircraft suffered from severe purpoising at 80% of the take-off speed, and this problem almost resulted in the loss of prototype #01. This was a new problem, as such high take-off speeds had never before been encountered on water, and the phenomenon was called the 'hydro-dynamic instability barrier': essentially it was unstable aquaplaning.
First attempts to solve the problem were elevator compensation and tailplane incidence angle adjustments. This helped, but the aircraft remained unstable during take-off and landing - it was not before November 1948 that modifications were made to the planing bottom of prototype #02.
This brought the purpoising to a manageable level, but did not fully cure it. Disaster struck on February 12th 1949, when the still unmodified first prototype was lost in a starting accident: the aircraft started purpoising during take-off, hit a wave with the left side stabilizer swimmer, suddenly veered off towards the left, pitching down with the nose and toppling over at more than 120mph, ripping off the left wing and the whole tail section. Miracuously, test pilot Simon Pritchard escaped alive from the sinking wreck (even though heavily injured), but the XFC-1 #01 had to be written off and any high speed ground tests were suspended..
Flight tests were resumed in June 1949 after a bottom step venting system had been introduced, and this measure finally cured the instability problem. In the meantime, two more airframes had been built: one with more powerful J47-GE-23 engines (with 2.631 kN/5.800 lbf each, these were introduced to the other two prototypes during 1950, too) and another one for static tests.
Further trials followed during 1950 and in early 1951 the re-engined machine #02 even became supersonic in a dive. While the Model 101 (which received the USN designation XFC-1 and was christened 'Oceanhawk') was up to the original specifications it was clear that it could not compete with land-based aircraft - essentially, it offered a similar performance to the land-based F-86, but the XFC-1 needed two engines for that, was much less agile and still needed a complex infratsructure to operate properly. Its independence from land bases was still its biggest selling point, though, so the development was kept up.
At that time, the USN issued a specification for a supersonic flying boat, and NACA understook a study that a Mach 2 aircraft would be feasible until 1955. This rendered the Oceanhawk more or less obsolete, as it could not keep up with this requirement, and the XFC-1 program was finally closed in 1953. Eventually, the Convair XF2Y Sea Dart would be the next (and final) step on the way to a seaborne jet fighter.
Anyway, the remaining two XFC-1 prototypes were not scrapped but allocated to the USN's test squadrons. Prototype #02 and #03 were handed over as UFC-1 to Air Development Squadron VX-4 "Evaluaters" at Point Mugu, California, together with the static airframe #04 which was used for spares. Both aircraft were used as chase planes, observation platforms and target tugs. Machine #02, for instance, took part in the evaluation program of the Martin P6M SeaMaster flying boat in 1955, and was then modified for several tests with hydroski installations under the fuselage. On the other side, machine #03 was used in the development of remote drone and target tug control equipment, being re-designated DFC-1.
After serving in these second line roles, both aircraft were finally scrapped in 1965 and replaced by land-based types.
General characteristics
Crew: 1
Length: 14.11 m (46 ft 6 1/3 in)
Wingspan: 12.46 m (40 ft 9 1/2 in)
Height: 4.10 m (13 ft 5 1/4 in)
Empty weight: 9.265 kg (20.408 lb)
Loaded weight: 16.080 kg (35.418 lb)
Powerplant:
2× J47-GE-23 engines, rated at 2.631 kN/5.800 lbf each
Performance
Maximum speed: 932km/h (577mph/503nm) at sea level
Range: 2.092 km (1296 ml)
Service ceiling: 13.450 m (44.040 ft)
Armament
4× 20 mm (0.79 in) M3 autocannons with 200 RPG.
Eight underwing hardpoints for a total external ordnance of up to 4.000 lb (1.816 kg), including bombs of up to 1.000 lb calibre, eight HVAR missiles, drop tanks or two torpedos.
The kit and its assembly:
This model is a complete fantasy aircraft, inspired by a TV documentation about sea plane projects in the USA and USSR after WWII. Among others, the Martin P6M SeaMaster and the Saro SR.1/A made an appearance, and I wondered how an escort fighter for the P6M would have looked like in USN service? Well, let's build one...
Making a flying boat is pretty tricky, and the whole thing was built from scratch and with lots of putty.
Basically, the following went into it, all 1:72 unless stated otherwise:
● Fuselage and cockpit from a Hobby Boss F-86E
● Floating bottom is the lower half of a Matchbox Heinkel He 115 swimmer
● Wings come from another Hobby Boss F-86E, but this time a Batch 30 aircraft with extended wing tips
● Vertical stabilizer comes from an Academy MiG-21F
● Horizontal stabilizers come from a 1:100 Tamiya Il-28 bomber
● Stabilzer swimmers come from a vintage box scale Revell Convair Tradewind kit
● Engine intakes and exhausts are resin parts from Pavla, replacements for a Hasegawa B-47 kit
● A massive beaching trolley, which actually belongs to the A-Model Kh-20M missile kit
Assembly went from fuselage over the wing roots, the improvised engine nacelles, outer wings and stabilizer swimmers, step by step. I had a vague idea of what the aircraft should look like, but the design more or less evolved, depending from what I had at hand.
For instance, the Il-28 stabilizers were late additions, as the original F-86 parts turned out to be much too small for the massive aircraft.
The cockpit was taken OOB, just a pilot figure was added and the canopy cut into two pieces, so that it could be displayed in an open position.
Around the hull, small mooring hooks made from wire were added, gun nozzles made from hollow needles, as well as some antennae, since the whole kit was rather bleak and simple.
The trolley was puzzled together from the parts supllied with A-Model's Kh-20M (AS-3 'Kangaroo') kit, but was modified (e. g. with different wheels) and adapted to the flying boat's hull. It fits perfectly in shape and design, though!
Painting and markings:
Nothing fancy, as a jet-powered flying boat fighter is unique enough. Design benchmark was again the P6M, and AFAIK these aircraft were painted in just two tones: FS16081, a very dark grey, with white undersides and a wavy waterline. They were definitively not blue of any sort, as one might think in the first place.
I started with the lower side - white is always difficult to apply, and in order to avoid any trouble I used stpray paint from a rattle can and used a very light grey instead of pure white. The latter has two benefits: it covers the surface much better than white, and the contrast is not so harsh - the grey still leaves 'room' for some dry-brushing with white.
Next step was the dark grey - I used Humbrol's 32, which is FS36081 and looks very good. Dry-brushing with Humbrol 79 (Dark Blue Grey) was used for some counter-shading, and after a black ink wash I also painted some panel lines with a mix of black and matt varnish onto the hull. That turned out to be a little much, but finally, when the decals were applied (wild mix from various aftermarket sheets and the scrap box), the overall impression became much better.
The trolley was simply painted in yellow and makes a nice contrast to the dark aircraft on top of it.
Both aircraft and trolley were additionally weathered with some dry-brushed rust and grinded graphite, and finally received a coat of matt varnish.
I had the pleasure of attending the Carnevale in Venice in February 2011 - what a great experience! This was about my 4th or 5th Carnevale and they keep getting better. Many of the masked characters recognized me from prior years and gave me great access for photos. I also had the chance to shoot with many others; some in masks and costumes, some face paintees, and some faces in the crowd - great fun. Because of the large number of photos I took during the Carnevale I will use a separate set for each day to make it manageable. These photos are from my first day there, Sunday, 27 February 2011.
Last of the reservoir series for now..realising that this pontoon wasn't static, I thought it'd be good for a mini blur for a dreamy kinda photo..hope it turned out ok.
Please leave a comment if you liked it! It'll make my rough week a lot manageable :)
Taken with:
- Sony a200
- Tamron 17-50 f2.8
- B+W ND110 filter
Exposure:
- 20s
- f/14
- 30mm
- ISO 100
Have a good remainder to the week people!
Olympus Epm1 - 14mm f/2.5 Panny
Three 20" exposures stitched together.
Taken 5 nights after "The Night the Power Went Out".
Winds were high again, but more manageable with a full moon giving me some extra light, which shortened my exposure time by 10 seconds from the last image. The ice had melted, making the reflections smoother on the water.
the spc challenge for this month is "nude" and my first reaction was: GULP. I'm very self-conscious about my body. I haven't worn a bikini since high school - hell, I didn't wear a bathing suit again until last year. I decided to start with something a little more manageable - me sans makeup. I never ever take pictures without makeup on. I have acne scars and am prone to breakouts. Not to mention the crows feat around my eyes and those pesky wrinkles on my forehead. *sigh*
whatever, part of the exercise is to face my fears so here it is.
Provincial Criminal Court
Object ID: 57028, Conrad-von-Hötzendorf street 41, 43
Cadastral Community: Jakomini. The monumental three-storey building block with late historic-old German facades was built between 1890 and 1895.
Landesgericht für Strafsachen
Objekt ID: 57028, Conrad-von-Hötzendorf-Straße 41, 43
Katastralgemeinde: Jakomini. Der monumentale dreigeschoßige Baublock mit späthistoristisch-altdeutschen Fassaden wurde zwischen 1890 und 1895 errichtet.
During the National Socialist dictatorship from 1938 to 1945 was in this building the place of execution, in which women and men from Austria as well as from many other European countries were beheaded for their political beliefs, national origin or because of their faith. Honor to all of the Victims! The city of Graz in 1988. Austrian League for Human Rights
Während der Nationalsozialistischen Gewaltherrschaft von 1938 bis 1945 befand sich in diesem Gebäude jene Hinrichtungsstätte, in der Frauen und Männer aus Österreich wie aus vielen anderen Europäischen Ländern wegen ihrer politischen Überzeugung, nationalen Herkunft oder wegen ihres Glaubens enthauptet wurden. Ehre Allen Opfern! Die Stadt Graz 1988. Österreichische Liga für Menschenrechte
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History and judicial organization
The Revolution of 1848 marked also the Austria jurisdiction of that time in a substantial manner with manifestations that act to the present day. The with this associated judicial organization brought then - here particularly interesting - most of all four court levels or court types: District Courts, Higher Civil Courts (Landesgerichte), Higher Regional Courts (Oberlandesgerichte) and a Supreme Court. To those four kinds of courts, the procedures of first instance - differentiated by sum in dispute or seriousness of the offense - and the review of judicial decisions on appeal were distributed in a manageable manner. That in the course of this the (only) Supreme Court already at the time of the monarchy could be found in Vienna is understandable, that it remained there from 1918 until today (apart from the period of National Socialism) is known.
The next level below the Supreme Court was and is formed by the High Regional Courts. In 1855 there were in the whole Empire nineteen, today there are four in Austria, namely in Vienna, Linz, Innsbruck and Graz. They act primarily as appellate courts. Next come the so-called courts of first instance. This generic term was necessary because there were, besides the regional courts also district courts - partly later - special courts for commercial, youth, labor and social welfare cases or should be. Of all these existed at the time of the monarchy, of course, already a significant number, in the area of present-day Austria were originally seventeen, today there are twenty after the Juvenile Court in Vienna had been dissolved in 2003 (Federal Law Gazette 30/2003). The district of the Higher Regional Court of Graz accounts for the Regional Court for Civil Matters and the National Criminal Court in Graz, the Klagenfurt Regional Court and the Regional Court of Leoben. The lowest level eventually was formed by the district courts. "Lowest" in this context is of course no rating but merely an expression of the position in the structure of jurisdiction. In Styria there were initially 45 district courts, including the district of the Provincial Court of Leoben 22 (Reich Law Gazette 339/1849). Those were merged over time. District courts are now still in Schladming, Liezen, Murau, Judenburg, Mürzzuschlag, Bruck/Mur and Leoben. Aside from court consolidations, modifications of the district sizes, responsibility shifts caused by changes in the value limits and also renamings there were naturally in the past 160 years repeatedly also suggestions or ideas for actual substantive changes of this Court System. For example, there was talk of dissolving the Courts of First Instance and to distribute their agendas to the district courts. Or these courts should be strengthened and therefore waived of the Higher Regional Court. Nothing of it gained majority, the from the mid-19th Century stemming basic system remained established and is valid until today .
THE REGIONAL COURT LEOBEN
After creating the legal basis for the new judicial organization, it was now about to implement them. It arose the familiar question of "where" and "with whom". The decision for Leoben was already on 25th July in 1849 published (Reich Law Gazette 339/1849) and also the top management for Upper Styria was very soon decided. As of 28/12/1849 the previous "Council of the Styrian state law" Dr. Heinrich Perissutti was appointed President of the Provincial Court of Leoben. He took on 18 February 1850 in Graz his oath of office and actually was taking up activities on 4 April 1850. He moved - then granted - to Leoben, there is evidence that he had lived at Unteren Platz, house number 121 (today Timmerdorfer lane 2). The accommodation question for the court in Leoben also could be settled successfully in a short time. This should move into the former Dominican monastery (now Land Registry 60327, Leoben register number 103), a building that was owned by the city of Leoben and the judiciary has been left to everlasting time for its own purposes (Treaty of 11 August 1853). This had to be adapted but only for the new task and it did take some time but, that is to say early summer 1856.
The aforementioned modifications of the judicial organization were in the first years in Leoben area relatively noticeable. Firstly, the High Regional Courts of Graz and Klagenfurt were merged with headquarters in Graz (1852 enacted and 1854 implemented) and on the other hand it came to a "downgrating" as to the label of the Provincial Court Leoben to a "district court" (19 January 1853).
The First World War, the downfall of the monarchy, the First Republic and the Corporate State brought in Upper Styria as to judicial organization only one significant, lasting change. The district courts Aflenz, Mautern and Obdach were merged with neighboring courts (Federal Law Gazette 187/1923, 276/1923). With the seizure of power by the Nazis in 1938 but went down the country's independent judiciary. Justice solely "In the name of the German people" should be distributed and probably to some extend it had a different status than before. Pure terminologically, the county court became a Higher District Court, the district courts have mutated into local courts (Journal of Laws for the country Austria 350/1938). What changed further was the area of the district. The Ausseerland was separated from Styria and the Gau (administrative district) of "Upper Danube" and thus to the district of the Higher District Court in Wels assigned.
After the end of the Second World War it came to the restoration of the on 13 March 1938 existing judicial organization, Bad Aussee, therefore, returned to the district of the Court of Leoben (State Gazette 47/1945). There were other changes. The most significant over time was probably that the1946 set up labor courts, which had replaced the earlier commercial courts, together with the arbitration courts of the Social Insurance and the mediation courts on 1 January 1987 merged in the ordinary jurisdiction (Federal Law Gazette 104/1985).
As already indicated, the terminology of the Leoben Court of Justice was subject to alterations. Beginning of 1849 had been created among other things the "Higher District Court" Leoben. With Order of 19 January 1853 (Reich Law Gazette 10/1853) to "District Court" downgraded, the Nazis transformed the term from 13 August 1938 (Journal of Laws for the country of Austria 350/1938 ) into "Higher District Court". The Court Organization Act of 3 July 1945 (State Gazette 47/1945) re-established the "District Court", until on the first of March 1993 the time came that the most original denomination "Higher District Court" was again brought back to life (Federal Law Gazette 91/1993). Without that during the whole period of the responsibilities and tasks anything really notheworthy would have changed, the Court in Leoben got three different names in five time periods.
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Build update on the Narcissus Shuttle diorama - ALIEN - 1:18 scale. Completed the second storage compartment door and finished building the section itself.
Details haven't been added yet but both doors are functional and close very convincingly with magnets. A solid "TAP" sound to let you know it's shut - may sound silly but it's the sound of "success" to me being my first time building working doors at this scale from scratch.
It's turning out to be a very large diorama piece, and I havent even begun working on the forward sections of the ship which includes the pilot stations and that beautiful forward canopy. Everything is smooshed together a bit to fit onto my sketch board which measures around 22" x 25" so you can get the idea of scale. It's modular, so I can break it down to be manageable.
I'd like to get the frame build up for aft section (airlock door and overhead) before getting back to some figure creation and paint work. "Small moves Ellie, small moves"....a little at a time and look how it amounts up after a go or two! I'm in no rush.
#alien #nostromo #narcissus #diorama #starship
Built at Standard Motors. as TE910 and delivered to the RAF at No.27 MU on 19 November 1945. Ferried from the UK and accepted by the RNZAF on 28 April 1947. Ferried to Woodbourne for storage and later placed with No.75 Squadron coded YC-B. Stored again at Woodbourne on 22 April 1952. and declared surplus on 30 June 1955. Total airframe hours just 80:35. NZ2336, from the last batch of Mosquitoes sold in 1956 to John Smith of Mapua, Nelson. Although he was forced to cut the aircraft into manageable sections at Woodbourne to facilitate transport to Gardener's Valley, Mapua, he spliced the aircraft together again, where it remains intact and complete in remarkable condition.
A Butterfly Bonus today as I struck whilst the iron was still hot (but not as hot as 2pm) and ventured out to seek a Grayling early this evening.
I knew there were some on nearby Pirbright Common, which is quite a small area of heathland, so tracking one down seemed manageable.
I only saw two or three on the common, but the species has only recently emerged this season. There are other, more extensive areas of heathland in my area, so they may well be resident there too.
A personal 'tick' for me.
Pirbright Common, Surrey
8th July 2018
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We were looking forward to a good hike with mild temperatures and little wind. The winds were much higher than predicted, but manageable. There was much less snow than we would have thought, considering we've above average snowfalls for this year. While the wind was annoying, the fact that wet snow would often clump to our boots was very frustrating... With all the ups and downs, we gained just over 800 m's on this very undulating 10.3 km return distance hike, but took 6 and a half hours to complete. The loveliest surprise was herd of Rocky Mountain Sheep near the true summit.
We were looking forward to a good hike with mild temperatures and little wind. The winds were much higher than predicted, but manageable. There was much less snow than we would have thought, considering we've above average snowfalls for this year. While the wind was annoying, the fact that wet snow would often clump to our boots was very frustrating... With all the ups and downs, we gained just over 800 m's on this very undulating 10.3 km return distance hike, but took 6 and a half hours to complete. The loveliest surprise was herd of Rocky Mountain Sheep near the true summit.
An official Devon General publicity shot from 1961 shows a three-quarter rear view of 927GTA.
This vehicle was one of the nine celebrated “Sea-Dog” convertible open-top Leyland Atlanteans delivered to DG in May that year and named after notable south-west seafarers.
These Metro-Cammell bodied vehicles turned out to be the only convertible open-top Atlanteans ever built and gave over 20 years service to Devon General, with 927 itself being withdrawn in 1982.
The chrome rails to which the summer use windscreens were fitted can be seen inside the top deck windows, the tops of these vehicles were removed and refitted using a hoist built in to the roof at the company’s garage at Newton Road in Torquay. Originally named “Sir Martin Frobisher”, as shown here, from 1978 this vehicle bore the name “Admiral Hardy” following its transfer from Devon to Weymouth.
Hardy was presumably considered a more appropriate “Dorset” name.
Following its withdrawal it continued to give sterling service for (in chronological order) East Yorkshire Motor Services, Lincolnshire Road Car, Ribble, Stagecoach Cumberland, Fife Scottish, Glasgow Corporation Transport and First Glasgow.
Whilst with Ribble it lost its original registration mark and was re-registered ABV699A, the number it still carries.
In 2007 it returned south, this time to Kinch Coaches of Minety, near Malmesbury in Wiltshire and is the last “Sea-Dog” in revenue earning service.
A short while after its introduction into service in 1961 the cream wheels were painted red to match the relief bands on the bodywork and the one piece engine cover was replaced by the more manageable 3 piece version. The pleasing livery was simply a reversal of the company’s red with cream relief found on the remainder of their fleet.
‘Pasting (from AUGUST STRINDBERG'S 'THE DREAM PLAY')’
CHRISTINE. I paste, I paste.
THE DAUGHTER. [Pale and emaciated, sits by the stove] You shut out all the air. I choke!
CHRISTINE. Now there is only one little crack left.
THE DAUGHTER. Air, air—I cannot breathe!
CHRISTINE. I paste, I paste.
THE LAWYER. That's right, Christine! Heat is expensive.
Talia: “The characters split, double, multiply, evaporate, condense, dissolve and merge. But one consciousness rules them all: the dreamer's; for him there are no secrets, no inconsistencies, no scruples and no laws. He does not judge or acquit, he merely relates”
Ruin: The wonderful Mister Strindberg. Waving here. Whilst un-pasting, even.
It’s all a bit like that, I guess. Unravelling, perhaps, more so. But there is a definite picking apart. I almost feel like I have ‘breakthroughs’ every morning, though there might be some self-delusion there. I am aware of my neediness, that yearning for some sort of acknowledgement, central to posting here on Flickr, the text with the images. That is now stopping, I am unlearning that ‘habit’ currently, un-pasting it, unravelling it, whatever. But I can’t spend too much time on that, it’s time to make the move. I think I have done it.
I have started to write alone, for and to myself. I can do it. I even found ‘Rock’ to help me out, a fictitious character, an ‘anti-me’. I know. He might, or might not, become fully-fledged, an amalgamation of ‘daddy voices’, a character in himself. He might fade away with time, I have no idea. I am continuing to write.
This frees me up, I don’t have to worry about censorship, offending anybody, or being cancelled. There’s an idea, like I care about being cancelled anyway. How more cancelled’ can one be? Death does that eventually and is the only cancellation that is of mild interest, even.
Yes, to the world out there, its stupid wars, and its unravelling climate-wise. I am not going to be going out there throwing tomato soup over, oil-painted, water lilies. Each to his own. I have never driven, and never will, and will more than likely never fly again, having not done so for 12 years now. I will wear extra jumpers and turn off the heat. I will continue to write, pasting up those cracks. I won’t be sending money to charitable causes where the head of the board drives a car or takes planes to emergency climate meetings. With a total pension of 500 Euros a month, why would I send money to any charity?
Hopefully I will overcome this schizophrenia, this pasting/unpasting, by removing myself further, this quarantine.
It’s a bit scary, but ho-hum, that’s life. Ernaux has been wonderful to read, a tonic in these times, the self, that core, extended outwards shamelessly, Sadean and true, wonderfully desperate.
I will always have room for you, and will always answer you, and love your incursions.
I might not play so much with images anymore, but will continue to put things up on Flickr, more everyday notes, like a visual journal, a day by day diary. I have been using it as a research place for a while now, putting up other reminders for myself, like the one attached, just visual notes.
just memory enhancers...
And yes, there is an awful lot of writing, and I will try to make it into what is called a book. If any of it is any good, it might survive, if it's not any good, then it won't. I can't judge it, being in the middle of it, and am too busy to bother to even try. Time will tell, and I won't be around for that telling, either way, anyway.
I disagree with that “You can’t call yourself a writer ... when you’ve never actually written a book!”. You can call yourself anything you want, the world doesn't have to concur, but that, ultimately doesn't matter.
Self-delusion might be at the core of every individual, so embracing that might be a beginning.
It's interesting that this brings up a pithiness in me, it's very uncomfortable, but at least interesting to acknowledge. It's a huge failing in me, I have no doubt about that, forty shades of green and all that palaver.
Screaming 'love me' relentlessly sure wears one down. I suspect though that this might eventually be a good thing, that wearing down. Hope springs eternal!
Paste, unpaste, pick apart and tangle up. Gordian knots, go figure. I like realising how awful I am; it's a great first step.
Rack, I guess you are, for now, the only sounding board I am not relinquishing. I know I can do it without you, but I love doing it with you. It is, of course, totally up to you if you want to play the muse role or not. Rock is proving to be a great help, a godsend, even.
Enjoy those 40 variations of verdure.
Rock: Okay, so you have begun to be more methodical with the keeping of a diary, I think that might be a good idea, to have some continuity. It can feed in and out of what you are writing too.
Ruin: Yes, that’s the idea. Of course, it’s inspired by Ernaux, but also by Rack. Rack, apparently, has written every day for as long as I have known her, and obviously well before that too (Yes, there was life before me). This means she knows dates, the exact date we met, the days of our screaming/laughing walks, shared hysterics, and the dates of other huge events in her own life, ones I can only guess approximately. Like the day she discovered she also had Hep-c, on top of her principal fatal disease. In 1988 that’s exactly what it was, there was no talk then of it being manageable. She has always been at great pains to point out to me that these diary entries are just that, the bones of each day, just a record of what happened on that day. Rack has always been spare, the opposite of me. I guess it’s one of the many reasons I am drawn to her. I have always loved to coax out ‘trusting’ from the overly cautious, it’s one of my many failings.
I find hesitancy beautiful.
I have even asked her for some dates, like what was that date we met, the day of that break in filming in the ‘Moondance Diner’. There is always this sort of vague ‘promise’ of her telling me, of giving me that information, but it isn’t really a promise, more an indication that I was heard, and that, perhaps, I don’t need to know, like it’s one step too far. I love this privacy dance. There are so many ways in which Rack is beyond generous. She is more than right in this preserving of her own bones.
As it happens, I don’t really need dates. I can even get the year slightly wrong, and the story would still be exactly the same. I don’t even know on which dates my mother and father died, I know I could search for it in those million words of emails, or Flickr posts, but I don’t have that knowledge in my head. It’s on a hard drive external to me. It’s not something I am proud of, it’s just true. Jeffrey died of Aids sometime in 1991, I think. I helped him die, stopped him universally hemorrhaging with morphine, and I don’t even remember the date.
Who believes in dates or calendars anyway?
Answer: Obviously Rack and Annie Ernaux do. I love that they do, so I might give it a go here.
It might even alleviate the squandering of days, in becoming a daily chore, like brushing your teeth or having a good dump. I suspect it might even become pleasurable, rather like the latter of those two chores.
I did follow Rack down the HIV route, some 15 years after she tripped-up potholing. I didn’t follow her down that Hep-c boreen. Perhaps something had kicked-in, in between times. Perhaps our emails had sobered me up, or maybe the childhood abuse was already healing. Either way, Rack sloughed off that liver lurgy, hip-hip-hooray for science, and now we only have this one ‘manageable’ death sentence to negotiate together, side by side whilst forever apart. We now get to catfish each other gloriously.
I couldn’t, or wouldn’t, ask for more. Knowing she is out there, and apparently immortal, is more than enough. We share a certain sardonic humour about it all, recalling her “The year of my so-called death” in 1988, a year I initially got wrong at first, erroneously placing us in 1997 in ‘The Moondance Diner’.
What’s 34, or is it 35, years between friends?
Rack as Nora, Nora as Rack
Rack never blurted; she always controlled her output. The effect was precise and Protestant, “I found out I am HIV positive a few days ago.”
“Oh Christ”, Ruin blurted, Catholic to the hilt.
Ruin was always an outlet for Rack, almost like a delinquent spokesperson, the stuttering utterer of the unspeakable. He had the ability to take the private into the realm of the universally available with consummate ease. She didn’t. It was something she greatly feared and something she instinctively grasped that early summer morning in 1987, in the 'Moondance Diner', on 6th Avenue and Grand. She knew she was making the personal public. She was undoing herself.
He possessed that strange gift, the one imposed and imprinted, like the mark of Cain, on the sexually molested child, of having no facility to recognise boundaries, no ability to be able to tell the personal and private apart from what could be made generally available. She knew that he was her surrogate broadcaster and momentarily shuddered at the stranger, whom she had spontaneously trusted, sitting opposite her. This understanding hung between them as they ordered breakfast.
Their opening was torturous and drove them scurrying apart. It was more than either of them could handle, Rack racked with regret for exposing this opening wound and Ruin incapable of carrying the story alone. Their rehabilitation was slow and arduous. It was a time when to speak these words was a declaration of the almost immediate dissolution of self. It was a time before the hope generated by the misnomered cocktails and the political agitation, which was to burgeon out of despair and become Act- Up. It was a time before anything could be done except grasp at straws. So, both started grasping and would occasionally find themselves in the same room drawn to the same possible panacea. Rack’s volition was desperation. Ruin’s was guilt. They acknowledged each other with some embarrassment and growing affection and more often than not turned away from each other and left separately. Ruin knew he loved Rack. Rack was not at all sure.
Dear Rack,
Just sending you back some words you once sent to me:
“I have often thought that writers do not write; they read what is already written and transcribe. So perhaps they are not complaining about ill health, lack of money, and rejection, but about the bondage of a calling that keeps them laboriously transcribing cryptic messages in rapidly disappearing ink, like the traces of a dream, year after year...."
Thinking of how romantic you are.... even if it is all so appalling to live through.
We seem to endure, and hopefully will continue to do so for a little while longer.
Love,
Ruin
Rack: There they are. And there they aren’t. I love them like I could never love them.
Ruin: Yes indeed, there we are and there we aren't. I like finding an image of us, whilst telling a mis-remembered story. I like that we have inadvertently grown older than we expected, and are growing towards not hating ourselves through the writing of it out, and I love that we have written to each other over 35 years and I have squirrelled it all away to draw ‘Artificial Intelligence’ images out of. This image is made from us, but is not exactly us. This A.I. is a late life gift.
I dreamt about Rock. He didn’t look at all like me, which sort of surprised me. I am not sure why. We were in bed together, and we were spooning. I was trying it on, of course, which used to be my wont in the intervening years between the rupture and the present, pushing back on him, and he was telling me no, that it was inappropriate, and not what we both needed. Of course, it put me in mind of James, my uncle, and I agreed with Rock. Yes, he was right.
Rock was big spooning me, tenderly, lovingly, it felt good, it felt completely nonsexual, there was no pressure against my back. I was a very small spoon. Once I accepted these new, strange, parameters, I was relieved, perhaps more so because I am now, at 68, enjoying being inviolate, and my dream sort of knew this, even though I was young in the dream. There was a weird sort of retrospective knowing. I felt as vulnerable as I was then, but I somehow knew that Rock was right. He said, “you want to talk about James, don’t you?”. Again, he was right, I did. The Pope was also in the dream, not in the bed, but he might as well have been. I can’t remember why he was there, what he was up to. I just remember thinking he must be the biggest tourist-draw in the world, now that Liz is dead, at least as an individual. This seemed, and even now seems, incontrovertible.
This diary thing suits me. I start typing as soon as the computer kicks on, before I take my first of three morning pills, before I have time to forget. I still have no idea if Putin has decimated Kherson overnight, or if there is a new universal plague working its terror outside our front door. The world will do what it does. It will work its way into my consciousness all in good time, no man being an island and all that palaver. I really have to stop saying that. The initial diary entry can just sit there uncompleted, a memory jogger, to be filled in, fleshed out, or concluded later, constituting what Rack might call “The bones of the night”.
Ok, the bones are established, I can take a peep. Al Jazerra is screaming:“ ‘Too loud is true’: Is Russia setting a Trap in Kherson? “. The madness of the everyday asserts itself, stretching out before breakfast, echoing Blanchot. But back to Uncle James, and other personal insanities.
I never pushed back on James, or did I? I don't know. I was a needy child. I was stupidly innocent, young, ignorant, or perhaps just unschooled. He was the predator, put in my bed by my mother. I was the ‘victim’. Unfortunately, this victimhood status seems to be a very hardy perennial, one that flowers even for the whole life of that plant, or the person, but not only does it flower once yearly, it flowers often, and whenever it wants to. It’s more like a very persistent budding weed, a knot weed of sorts. The Gordian aspect of it all is perhaps gilding that description. But it is there. Either way, unravelling it can take a lifetime. There are shortcuts through it, suicide or running riot with a chainsaw, slicing through it like Alexander the Great, that sort of thing, but Ruin was always glad he hadn’t resorted to those. No, he decided he would gnaw at the knot, hopelessly hoping that nobody would notice his teeth wearing down.
Of Boreen Raging (A Silverfish Book)_Photo below.
People noticed of course.
Anyway Ruin, his pronouns are ‘he’ and ‘him’, is that third person descriptor of the protagonist here, and I am going to write this in the first person. Afterall it is just an early-morning diary entry written to, and for, me, so all subterfuge can be dropped.
Rock: I get what you are saying there, but you do know that’s virtually impossible, don’t you? Do you really think you can tell the ‘truth’, even to yourself, I mean, can anyone?
Ruin: Yes, Rock, I think he gets that, but you are right to point it out. Perhaps we both need to shut up and just see what he comes up with.
Rock: Get you Ruin! Move over King Solomon, there’s a contender in court.
Ruin: More of a pretender, but whatevs! Let’s try shutting-the-fuck-up.
Either way, I won’t be rushed in this. It will come out in its own time. It will come out. I might write more later today, or I might not. It’s not a question of ‘waiting for the muse’, it’s more letting things percolate. You two, Rock and Ruin, can chime in whenever you want, don’t hold back, I appreciate your input even if I don’t always agree with you. Rack has flown from New York to Ireland, she’s there now. I am thinking about her proximity to Amsterdam (my current home), and ever-present absence. She can still tolerate being there, I can’t. My imagination won’t allow me even to contemplate ever being there again. I can’t see that changing, but I can consider the remote possibility of being wrong about that.
As an aside, Annie Ernaux came a little closer to what I wrote about her earlier, that de Sade connection via de Beauvoir, in a quote from her diary in ‘Getting Lost’, page 178:
“A descent into sadomasochism, but gentle, without violence (because of the combination of sodomy and ‘normal’ sex - bruised all over, at one point, I thought I was torn). He said, ‘Annie, I love you’, and I didn’t attach any importance to it because it was during sex”
My convoluted mind connects this with the abuse in my early teens, I am not sure why it does, it just does. Hence, my need to let things percolate.
There was a point, towards the very end of that rupture, when Uncle James, said he loved me. There was no victory there at all, other than getting him permanently out of my bed, which was in itself huge. Strangely it more or less happened at the same time as I seemed to, miraculously, overcome my stammer. I have never understood that. Actually, I do sort of sense what that means though I will need some time to be able to describe that ‘vanquishing’.
I think I was 15 years old.
Saint Annie hits the nail on the head again, driving it further into that sprawling green Grünewald-ean hand.
Look, the stutter is gone, and I am no longer just a set of holes.
01/11/2022
I dreamt about some right-honourable-members last night, or early this morning. They weren’t ‘in full flight’ members, not ‘virilis’ or anything, just cuddly soft ones, nestled, slumbering in, pre-depilation, retro pubes, with their hoods drawn over their dry little heads. The word ‘cute’ comes to mind. They were attached to unrecognisable individuals, those cuddly coils, one of whom seemed to be collecting money in one of those plastic collecting thingies that those people outside the supermarket carry, trying to relieve you of your spare change for some good cause or other. Their days might be somewhat numbered, those collectors, what with everyone in the queue seemingly flashing their iPhones at the scanners nowadays, so that cash seems to be becoming redundant, going the way of that downy cushion of pubes, following advancement and the new century, like the rest of everything else, towards extinction.
Blessed, and much beloved redundancy, all part and parcel of this rush towards endless growth and a brave new post-tumescent world. Bring it on. Being chaffed off is more than acceptable. It’s even interesting to be in the process of feeling the parts fall off. It all puts me in mind of watching Mark America die, yes that was his adopted name, as he watched, and described, his body working to “let me go”, as he put it. I couldn’t be beside his bedside for the whole duration, we were not that close, and he wanted time alone. I asked him would he like to have a camera to record dying, and he said that he really would. He was one of those artist types, incorrigible. I gave him a few disposable cameras, they were all the rage then in the late eighties or early nineties, whenever it was. You know me and dates. I can check though. The dates of his taking them were inscribed automatically on the photos themselves. I have the images; I will take a look.
It was later than I thought, 20/12/94 to be precise, coming on Christmas, not that far off the date when the pills became lifesavers. Mark missed that boat, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He didn’t appear to have a ‘poor me’ bone in his body. Yes Ruin, shut up, I know I could take a page from his book, whilst inserting him into mine. Can you and Rock just withdraw for a moment, whilst I work this out?
I have no idea how he did it. He was ensconced in a private room in a salubrious midtown hospital, with a view out on that island in the Hudson, ‘Roosevelt Island’ by name. He could watch the famed aerial tram, a strangely placed type of ski-lift, go back and forth. I knew the area, from having worked up there on some interiors for ‘Parrish Hadley’, well for Arthur Hadley really, Sister Parrish having recently done her own sloughing off. I used to do these interiors, so called ‘special finishes’, Venetian Stucco and the like, to support my making of the ‘Ikons’, those memorialising, honouring, pieces which were part and parcel of my meeting with Mark in that hospital. Some of those pieces are now ensconced in the ‘Irish Museum of Modern Art’. Mark didn’t live long enough to be included in that set of 40 gold-leaf pieces, though we initially met to discuss the possibility.
Mark was English originally, I never knew his family name, something else he had sloughed off, becoming an ‘illegal alien’ artist, with no health insurance, taking on the name of his host country. He was a fellow raving homo in the middle of a raging plague. Of course, we loved each other instantly. What was not to love? That love lasted all of three weeks, just allowing him enough time to bring in the New Year and die. How he ended up in a private room in the ‘Memorial Sloane Kettering Hospital’, I will never know. I did ask, but he waved the question off as inconsequential. He was right, what mattered was that he was there, with a catheter tube snaking out of his, fully on display, nestled and swollen trouser-snake.
He loved its redundancy. I must admit that I loved its redundancy too, it was infectious, but I even more loved his total acceptance, his embracing, of his devolving.
Or was it evolving?
I remember him say “Look at me, look what my body has to do to let me go. Isn’t it remarkable?”, whilst gesturing towards his family jewels. We both laughed. Yes, it was remarkable, it was a rhetorical question. He appeared to have no anger at all. It wasn’t every day that you would walk into a room and be encountered by a man, a veritable stranger, in a hospital bed with his ‘Scolaro’ out, swollen and pierced by a red dangly tube, leading to a bag attached to the side of the bed. Don’t worry, the full etymology of the word ‘Scolaro’ will follow shortly, but you will know from a few paragraphs above that I am talking about his ‘John Thomas’, those offending members do seem to be the subject for discussion this good morning. Those of a delicate nature might choose to look away, though it is possibly a mite too late now for one of those ubiquitous ‘trigger warnings’. I shall endeavour not to allow my description, my feeling my way into this delicate subject, become too purple.
I am looking at a photograph of him now, and no, I am not crying, neither am I sad. He was, and is, formidable, holding his swollen uncut member in his hands, swollen by the substantial tube disappearing into it. The tube itself is forked, the part outside his body, I mean. One fork is sealed off with some sort of stopper, the other fork continues into a long plastic tube, snaking off the side of the bed to a slowly filling bag. I presume the second forked, and stoppered, tube is for ingress, for whatever drugs might be needed to facilitate the body’s acceptance of this intrusion, perhaps some anaesthetising agent.
Mark is wonderfully alert, obviously talking to me, but, for the most part, I can’t remember what he was saying. I suspect he was just getting on with being very much alive, and he was letting me record it. I guess that it might have been at that point that I asked him if he would like me to get him some disposable cameras. I knew the answer before I asked.
He was still handsome, thin but handsome, with a fashionable goatee beard thing, just on his chin, in the middle of his otherwise cleanly-shaven face. I would guess that he was around 34 at the time. We didn’t really discuss age and birthdays.
Come to think of it, it was about one year after I had my first New York exhibition ‘Saints and Survivors in a Time of Plague’. I showed 6 or 8 of the ikons in that show, and ‘The Sodomy Piece’. If my memory serves me rightly, Kelly, one of the ‘ikon’ sitters, introduced me to Mark, and this was how I ended up sitting by his very entertaining bedside. I know, a strange descriptor for that type of vigil, but Mark was full on. I know, ‘ikons’ as opposed to icons, and survivor is missing its ‘u’, but hey, I was American too. Both Rack and Ruin, our titular duo are both represented in these ikons, with perhaps 40 other ‘saints’ and some survivors, even.
Mark died 3 weeks later, and left me the disposable cameras, with his last images.
I still have them.
An Open Beaver
Ray: I know you don’t need me, or anyone else, to say this but, Ruin, you’ve done great! And of course far more than great.
Ruin: I am not very confident about it, but I am doing it anyway. We get as far as we get.
You too.
Thank you for saying that. I got your message just as I was going to bed. Yes, to your list above...No interest in (sex, alcohol, travel, parties, people)...I am there too, completely. The rest is extra, though I have said that before. I am still planning to write until I drop, for no other reason other than I enjoy it, and it explains things to oneself.
I needed the musk of aging male. That wasn't a choice either, just a happenstance, debatably imprinted during the abuse, but more likely there from the beginning, that missing father stuff. Yes, we are doomed (doomed I tell you, doomed, intoned as a comic aside), that has never been not so, from the beginning of time, and will never be any different. Everything dies, get over it. It’s that universal story to do with what it means to be mortal, and no bloody big deal, whilst being at the same time, for us, the biggest deal of all.
Vermeer, Klimt, Grünewald, all great describers in their own time. I am only interested in the now of Putin, Covid and the rest of the sorry travesty (all of which I love, go figure). The world can sink or blow itself up, I will describe it until I cannot. End of story.
I don't mind being a demented fool, and getting HIV was not a mistake, or a misfortune.
It was a coping mechanism, like everything else. I must say that I am tired of decent good people. Decent good family people, decent good priests and nuns, decent good businessmen and bank managers, decent good 'professionals' and politicians, decent good artists, decent good billionaires. I am most thankful that I never had to take a machine gun to them all, like some poor unfortunates with access to a machine gun license in America, and elsewhere. I am so pleased I only really ever hurt, damaged, 'killed' myself even. That's decency personified in my book.
We did, and are doing, okay, and feck all the begrudgers.
Well then, that's all the hard edges knocked off at last!
Ray: I feel the same way about my whoremongerings. In the post-ménopausique I can see, rationally, that it is sexual exploitation. I was taking advantage of the disadvantaged: poor women in a developing country.
Ruin: The whole world is at it; it's what nature does, red in tooth and claw, and all that cliched stuff. The weak are eaten, that includes everyone, the self even, there is always someone stronger. It's the veneer of dignity and pseudo decency I find offensive, especially that dressed in religion and etiquette, propriety, decency and chivalry.
The Conjoined Origins of Chivalry and the Humble Domestic Can Opener (Photo attached below).
a 'de Selby' classic essay (currently unavailable).
'There's many a slip twixt cup and lip', as the old saying goes.
Ruin: I suspect he might need a can opener to use the urinal.
Seven: Such beautiful lighting for an isolation of desperation. Nobly knelt before the unthought of his decisions. Very much the religious approach and a hilarious reduction of the original taking the knee.
Ruin: and this was years, verily centuries, before the advent of the electric can-opener too.
Of course, the knights and Samurai of yore, or whatever local military brute force available, would build chivalrous systems based on manners and church-sanctioned decency. They could afford it through the patronage of the top, vicious, dogs, who themselves had evolved through combining brute force with intelligence. It’s evolution at work, that survival of the fittest, nothing noble about it, except in the same idea that defines the ‘Noble gasses’ in the periodic table. They are a chemical fluke that created a class system, wholly natural and infinitely exploitable, and exploiting. Of course, I have no problem with this, how could I?
It’s the dressing it all up as ‘decent’ and ‘dignified’, those with ‘manners’ and ‘breeding’ against the ‘Not quite our class, dear’, and then using those ideas as weapons to control. This is partially what I have a problem with. I also know that this story has been told forever, but that’s possibly why it needs to be told, continuously updating it. I don’t think either that humankind is the only facet of everything that tells ‘stories’. The entirety of everything does, it’s about consciousness. I am afraid I am one of those who believe that everything (and non-thing) is conscious, or as the bible says somewhere “The very stones themselves will cry out”. Stories are that ‘crying out’ made manifest.
‘Choice’ would be a fine thing, but in my ‘system’ it doesn’t exist. But you know this already.
Either way, it is the system I am going to use to describe. It’s the same one I used for forty years whilst visually describing, now I want to take that into words. Writing, or making art, is not a choice. They are both compulsions and survival mechanisms. I see this true of everything we do, including murder, suicide, rape and whoremongering. Sometimes we have to quarantine ourselves to control these compulsions. Those of us who don’t have the compulsion to rape and murder are very lucky indeed.
I suspect that empathy grows out of that seedbed, the recognition that we are all capable of the worst atrocities, but by sheer happenstance, and luck, we haven't had to utilise those methods as, what appears to be, our only route for survival. We accidentally, and thankfully, found other ways, in keeping with our natures and conditioning. You gotta luv Darwin.
❤️
That heart was for Charles, not for my statement.
By the way, your name is Ray in the 'book'. I was going to just use 'J', but that, of course, suggests its own name.
Ray: As life wears on, and, on reflection, I have come around to your understanding of the meaning of the word ‘choice’. For example, I have no choice about testosterone withdrawal taking away my libido or interest in sex, just as I had no choice about its onset, aged 12, and everything that arose from that. But I do suspect there are categories of choice/no-choice, and that example of the no-choice effect of hormones on behaviour is but one. As far as choice governs conduct, I know I’d be lying if I said I had no choice about whether or not to have sex with a prostitute: it was always a conscious choice, as was the choice to use condoms, even if the libidinous impulse itself wasn’t. Those choices we *are* responsible for, I think, like it or not. And when it comes to crime and law-breaking, criminal law holds us responsible.
I am very glad that I was fortunate enough to be able to escape marrying someone I don’t love, having children I don’t want, and doing a dead-end job I hate, to keep all that going. I think that is the lot of many heterosexual men. I can see how that might generate resentment and violence. All thanks to the hormones which make all this happen.
Ruin: Yes, to that, but there are other, equally powerful, drivers at work, an infinite number of them, even. I don't see self-quarantining as a 'choice' either, it's a survival mechanism, as is my cuckoo instinct, my moving into already built nests. Anyway, all that is my 'starting point', even if I am wrong.
I am somewhat of a mind with Miro on that one, start with a point (a full stop, even), then take that point for a walk. Start with an idea, erroneous or not (who's right and who is wrong anyway?) and begin to walk it forward.
Turns out Emerald’s hair basically became soft and manageable with conditioner and a boil so hoorah it’s not all frizzy and awful. Unfortunately her curls are gone too, but it makes it easier for redressing.
Oklahoma Cheerleader’s hair doesn’t feel greasy anymore but her head has completely hardened but whatever. Anything that prevents a reroot I guess.
Emerald Birthstone Beauty is on the purple top MTM body while Oklahoma Cheerleader is on the pink shirt MTM body.
We were looking forward to a good hike with mild temperatures and little wind. The winds were much higher than predicted, but manageable. There was much less snow than we would have thought, considering we've above average snowfalls for this year. While the wind was annoying, the fact that wet snow would often clump to our boots was very frustrating... With all the ups and downs, we gained just over 800 m's on this very undulating 10.3 km return distance hike, but took 6 and a half hours to complete. The loveliest surprise was herd of Rocky Mountain Sheep near the true summit.
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The MPS is a miniature chest rig made just for a grab-and-go option. I personally feel this rig would be perfect for 3gun, PD, PSD, and shooters looking to setup a rig that is manageable and low profile.
Unseasonal ice had just closed access into the Harz Region whereas inhospitable cold and gales reigned across Saxony.
Combating the elements through Oschatz in the final months of the DDR is loco 99 1584 upon 07.33 Oschatz Bf-Mugeln freight of SG box wagons.
Sheltering from the cold inside doorways is not conducive to good photography. However the Sachsen 1V K's swirling exhaust was manageable on this occasion.
Mono impression KD64.
4th April 1989
Opposite of Samye Monastery, Tibet's first monastery, lies the hill of Hepo Ri.
At Hepo Ri Guru Rinpoche defeated the demons paving the way for Buddhisms introduction into Tibet. King Trisong Detsen - one of the Dharma Kings of the Yarlung Dynasty - put up a palace here. Nowadays a manageable climb in order to get amazing views and shots of the mandala-shaped Samye compound.
Wikipedia on Samye:
The Samye Monastery or Samye Gompa is the first Buddhist monastery built in Tibet, was most probably constructed between 775 and 779 CE[1] under the patronage of King Trisong Detsen of Tibet who sought to revitalize Buddhism, which had declined since its introduction by King Songtsen Gampo in the 7th century.
The monastery is located in Dranang, Shannan Prefecture. It was supposedly modeled on the design of Odantapuri monastery in what is now Bihar, India.
Erik Törner is a Tibet analyst from IM who last visited Tibet in January 2011.
Photo and copyright: Erik Törner, IM Individuell Människohjälp www.manniskohjalp.se
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ISO 12,800 f/7 1/8S - even using the high ISO most of the final photo was very dark and required opening the shadow areas to view what was reflected in the mirror. The exposure at 1/8S was the slowest manageable handheld shutter speed. (And in the dark with focus problematic, f/7 gave a reasonable chance that grabbing the wrong focal plane would still allow for more than a very shallow DOF.)
April 20, 2023 - USAID Administrator Samantha Power delivered a policy speech in which she presented a strategic approach for reclaiming and accelerating public health progress around the world. Administrator Power identified three foundational efforts around which USAID plans to unite its global health approach: 1) Turn COVID-19 into a manageable respiratory illness everywhere; 2) Build up defenses against new outbreaks and future pandemic threats; 3) Invest in primary health care workers. The event was held at CGD headquarters in Washington, D.C., USA. USAID
April 20, 2023 - USAID Administrator Samantha Power delivered a policy speech in which she presented a strategic approach for reclaiming and accelerating public health progress around the world. Administrator Power identified three foundational efforts around which USAID plans to unite its global health approach: 1) Turn COVID-19 into a manageable respiratory illness everywhere; 2) Build up defenses against new outbreaks and future pandemic threats; 3) Invest in primary health care workers. The event was held at CGD headquarters in Washington, D.C., USA. USAID
I had the pleasure of attending the Carnevale in Venice in February 2011 - what a great experience! This was about my 4th or 5th Carnevale and they keep getting better. Many of the masked characters recognized me from prior years and gave me great access for photos. I also had the chance to shoot with many others; some in masks and costumes, some face paintees, and some faces in the crowd - great fun. Because of the large number of photos I took during the Carnevale I will use a separate set for each day to make it manageable. These photos are from my first day there, Sunday, 27 February 2011.
When I first arrived at this monument it was about 3pm. Although eye aspiring at first, I noticed that the lighting was as bad as I had seen anywhere.
I choose this image to upload first into this folder because it was made much later in the afternoon where the contrast range was more manageable. But when I first arrived there was so much white that it was very hard to try to compress and compose an image into something I liked. So as to not waste time just waiting for the later afternoon light to arrive, I broke out my 100-400mm lens and began looking for much smaller compositions to work with.
I also began shooting in IR, as it seems to favor strong lighting. This is a weird place because it really appears as if it just snowed. Only when you opened the door and the rush of heat hit you did reality set in.
I shot until dark-thirty and gave thought about returning in the morning but the gates didn’t open until after sunrise, and the lighting would have been much the same early on as it was in the late afternoon, so I choose to head to Texas instead.
Camera, Canon EOS 5D Mark II
Lens, Canon 24-70 f 2.8”L
Exposure, 1/60 sec.
Aperture, f14 Lens Focal Length,60mm
ISO Speed, 400
Polarizing Filter
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VELOSPEEDER, the miniaturized e-Bike drive by VELOGICAL, highly energy efficient with minimal waste of raw material, belongs to the
Award winners 2018 for Federal Award ecodesign in product category (Bundespreis Ecodesign).
bundespreis-ecodesign.de/en/winners/velospeeder
Jury statement Andreas Detzel:
"The Velospeeder convinces with a well thought-out drive concept, with the help of which existing bicycles can be retrofitted to a fully-fledged e-bike at manageable costs. This facilitates and promotes the urgently needed changeover from cars to more resource- and environmentally friendly individual mobility."
Federal Environment Minister Svenja Schulze:
"The range of award-winning projects shows how many areas offer creative solutions for more sustainable consumption that combine design and ecology. I wish all award winners that the award-winning products and services will be widely disseminated. If we make our consumption more sustainable, we can preserve our environment and our livelihoods in the long term".
UBA President Maria Krautzberger:
"I am delighted that designers are so interested in the competition. Her work is right at the beginning of sustainable products and can make an important contribution to protecting the environment".
Photography award ceremony © Kühnapfel Fotografie
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DE
Der VELOSPEEDER, der miniaturisierte E-Bike-Antrieb von VELOGICAL, hocheffizient bei minimalem Rohstoffverbrauch, gehört zu den Preisträgern 2018 Bundespreis ecodesign in der Kategorie Produkt.
bundespreis-ecodesign.de/en/winners/velospeeder
Jurystatement Andreas Detzel:
„Der Velospeeder überzeugt mit einem gut durchdachten Antriebskonzept, mit dessen Hilfe Bestandsfahrräder bei überschaubarem Aufwand zu einem vollwertigen E-Bike nachgerüstet werden können. Das erleichtert und befördert den dringend notwendigen Umstieg vom Auto auf eine ressourcen- und umweltschonendere Individualmobilität.“
Bundesumweltministerin Svenja Schulze:
„Die Bandbreite der prämierten Projekte zeigt, in wie vielen Bereichen kreative Lösungen für mehr Nachhaltigkeit beim Konsum möglich sind, die Design und Ökologie vereinen. Ich wünsche allen Preisträgerinnen und Preisträgern, dass die ausgezeichneten Produkte und Dienstleistungen eine weite Verbreitung finden. Wenn wir unseren Konsum nachhaltiger gestalten, können wir unsere Umwelt und unsere Lebensgrundlagen dauerhaft bewahren.“
UBA-Präsidentin Maria Krautzberger:
„Ich freue mich, dass das Interesse am Wettbewerb gerade bei Designerinnen und Designern so groß ist. Ihre Arbeit steht ganz am Anfang von nachhaltigen Produkten und kann einen wichtigen Beitrag zum Umweltschutz leisten.“
Photographie Preisverleihung © Kühnapfel Fotografie
Bundesministerium für Umwelt, Naturschutz und nukleare Sicherheit (BMU)
Stresemannstr. 128-130 10117 Berlin
26.11.2018