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If a grain of rice equals 1 ounce of mercury, this his how much mercury the White Stallion coal fired power plant would produce annually.
What is a “Meta” for? (Make that Metaphor) article on dailyhrtips.com www.dailyhrtips.com/2010/04/05/hr-tips-change-management-...
But now I've replanted the bulbs. Nothing is certain, only the certain spring.
Inspired by John Blakemore in 100 words.
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What you think about this concept, execution...?
can you tell what is being portrayed?
A part in a series of hand drawn mindmaps, diagrams, and sketchnotes from my personal visual thinking collection.
Rebekah Brockman as Jenny Trusk and George Hampe as Dean Trusk in Dead Metaphor, playing February 28–March 24, 2013, at A.C.T.’s Geary Theater. Photo by Kevin Berne.
Taken in Solothurn, Switzerland. The surface is part of a an old wooden door onto which people had put flyers like "dolce vita", and the two raised "bumps" are metal. I was walking pass the door one day and thought to myself that it would made an interesting photo.
Macro-Monday a little bit early! The theme is metaphor and I "threw my dog a bone" and then played tug-of-war with her with one hand while trying to snap a shot with the other. I had the sb600 to camera left and pointed at 45 degree angle in our general vicinity. This was the best of the couple that I managed to shoot before she ran off.
The Isom Asemic Code Cipher is a cryptogram code system. This form of cipher embodies geometric and organic shapes. Because it use basic shapes it is an economical and effective method of transmitting confidential information. These devices were often employed by the ancients or by the Medieval philosophers and alchemists. The mystics of the Middle Ages used a system of cryptography which concealed the secrets of the human soul. The Isom Asemic Code Cipher can only be decoded by individuals versed in the deep philosophic principles upon which many mystics based their theories of life. Much information relating to the invisible nature of man is hidden under what seems to be mere scribbles and unrecognizable organic shapes. Every student of symbolism and philosophy should be acquainted with the underlying principles of cryptography. This art furnishes a fascinating method of developing an acute mental awareness. Discrimination and observation are indispensable to the person seeking knowledge, and no study is equal to cryptography as a means of invigorating these powers.
Located two miles east of downtown, Historic Inman Park is Atlanta’s first planned community and one of the nation’s first garden suburbs.
Those who visit our neighborhood are curious about the butterfly. It was created in 1970 by former Inman Park resident, Ken Thompson, when pioneer restorationists, laboring in an environment of neglect, apathy and suspicion, felt the need for some unifying symbol of the restoration spirit. According to Thompson:
“Essentially it is a symbol of metamorphosis, (a metamorphic metaphor), which this intown neighborhood was experiencing at the time. The faces were an afterthought, a convenient means of expressing the human factor, while integrating a decorative element. The piece shown was intended to act not only as a poster, but a brochure as well. Originally folded, it opens in successive pages - the idea is from folding Valentine cards that I saw when I was a child.”
The Isom Asemic Code Cipher is a cryptogram code system. This form of cipher embodies geometric and organic shapes. Because it use basic shapes it is an economical and effective method of transmitting confidential information. These devices were often employed by the ancients or by the Medieval philosophers and alchemists. The mystics of the Middle Ages used a system of cryptography which concealed the secrets of the human soul. The Isom Asemic Code Cipher can only be decoded by individuals versed in the deep philosophic principles upon which many mystics based their theories of life. Much information relating to the invisible nature of man is hidden under what seems to be mere scribbles and unrecognizable organic shapes. Every student of symbolism and philosophy should be acquainted with the underlying principles of cryptography. This art furnishes a fascinating method of developing an acute mental awareness. Discrimination and observation are indispensable to the person seeking knowledge, and no study is equal to cryptography as a means of invigorating these powers.
"Tomorrow there'll be Whispering" by Brady Wilks
photography - acrylic gel lift transfer
Landscape as Metaphor
November 3—December 29, 2012
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I bought a set of glasses when I bought my house--and had a new car, a job, and money in the bank. And dreams. BIG dreams. These are not expensive glasses, I think I got them on sale or even with a gift card at Target, but I loved their simple style and design.
Over a year later I think I have one glass left out of the set. I just broke another one today.
I don't know what lessons I was or am supposed to learn from all of this...but it can get better any day now. I'll keep waiting.
. . .but it seems that I was wrong. . . - MJB
I alluded before to the omnipresent marvel of the Australian roundabout - the traffic circle. I employ a lot of roadway metaphors when describing my emotional states. I talk about being at an experiential crossroads or in an emotional cul-de-sac .(Note : I am pretty sure I came up with “emotional cul-de-sac.” Feel free to use it yourselves, but just give me credit. Or think about me when you say it. Or, you know, do a shot of Jameson and think, “That Marisol. She’s swell and clever.” I’m also pretty sure I came up with the word “shat,” but that’s harder to prove.)
The roundabouts are great because they give you a chance to take a different course at whim, and they are usually pretty clearly defined. They also force everyone to slow down a bit and choose a direction, which, frankly, is something I think we could all use at some point. You could, if so inclined, turn round and round in one of these circles whilst deciding which way to go. You might piss off your fellow drivers a bit, but sooner than later, they would choose an exit from the roundabout and forget all about you.
I went for a ridiculously long run today. The island has all of these blissfully lengthy country roads that just keep going and going. I didn’t mean to run over 10 miles, but I was in what they call “The Zone” and kept choosing these long roads and before I knew it, I was too far from home to backtrack, so I just kept going. It felt good and awful all the same time.
At the end of one of these lovely roads was one of the bigger roundabout I have seen. It seemed so out of place, this stark concrete slab in the middle of green sky-to-sky pastures and solemn cattle. I stood in the middle for several long minutes in complete silence. The nature of the automotive structure beckoned for the din of metropolitan frenzy. I’m sure some urban (rural?) planner justified the need for the circle in the middle of nothingness, but it seemed ridiculously out of place to me.
I stood in the middle and waited and eventually two cars came and went. Then more silence. I stood and waited for a while, scanning the empty country around me. My Own Private Australia. I snapped this shot and continued on my way, getting a little lost and suffering a bit of pain from the unplanned distance of my journey. But ultimately, I realized how much stronger I am than I was before.
I made this image as a visual metaphor of the transition between the digital and the creative. I think it sums up the way our creative and logical selves are merged in digital environments.
It's an exercise in visual metaphor, signifier and signified. Gotta love postmodern thought!
The intended illusion in today’s shot is of the inexorable spread of a city, like the new earth where lava off Kīlauea meets the Pacific. Also, World Trade Center construction footage from the ’70s. In reality, this is the ice skating pavilion in Bellevue Downtown Park in a state of mid-deconstruction. The metaphor seems really overwrought, so I probably missed the mark.
Bellevue, Washington
cc 2012 Eden Politte