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Two Things, or What I Said to the Bank One Day
1. So you are coming for me now? There is no shapeshifting from you and really it's just business anyway. I, tethered to a mirage, floating on some American dream of itself. The promise of plenty is based on the always inward, always selfish, always nonexistent myth. At least own that you manufacture that. You don't make anything I can hold, but you do make up stories, right? I bought my slice of the pie and now you are tying me to this log of a lie while the mirage of happiness floats to light. The real thing was never a part of this. I missed that. My bad.
2. What you see floating is the shapeshifting me simply leaving this story behind. I am not abdicating anything, not running, not not doing something. What is happening here is that the Me you seek is not the person I am. I am not inhabiting the space that you take up with paperwork and deadlines and threats, which are really all just business, and I know you love your work. My lack of experience and specialized knowledge led to predictable, unworthy alliances. Come for me and find what you came for but it won't be me. I will still be here, right in front of you, having just left on the next floating thing out of here.
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You've got a troupe l'oeil fake balcony, it takes some nerve to paint a fake live peacock on it. He's gonna flutter off into the nonexistent shadowed interior there, much like Wile E. Coyote's Roadrunner.
Taken while walking through Barrio Viejo in Tucson, realizing that all the previous shots I've taken here are (at least currently) nonexistent.
Sorry for being a slacker visiting photostreams. Have been lazy and trying to be inspired again. It's tough, though, with work and the hard drive crash and all....
About 20 peace activists vigiled at the Aberdeen City Hall to oppose the shipment of weapons of death to Iraq.
The vigil was under intense scrutiny by the police. An unmarked squad car observed the whole event from across the street.
I think that the heavy police presence was an intimidation tactic. On the bright side, I felt safe from attack by the pro-war crowd (which was virtually nonexistent - except for a brief shower of curse words and insults from Shelley Webber about 15 minutes into the vigil as she thundered off in her giant pickup truck)!
Washington State License plate LEW 0710 (does the "LEW" stand for Lewis county?)
VE30DETT is nonexistent engine.
日産のV型6気筒エンジンには、マイナーですがVE型がありまして、
VE30DEというのがマキシマに搭載されていました。
VG30DEエンジンをタイミングチェーン化したもので、
後のVQ30DEエンジンに繋がるものですね。
ただ、このVE30DEエンジンはNAしか存在しないので、
タイトルのようなVE30DETT、つまりツインターボ（TT）モデルは存在しません。
My impression of a nonexistent Ford...
an Anglia 2+2 Coupe, which in this case has been Rodder!
I created this using ArtRage & my trusty Wacom tablet.
It was a lovely sunny day and I couldn't have picked a nicer place to have my back act up than here on Salmon River Road. I managed to get a couple of decent shots of the old cedar rail fences that line this pleasant street and since traffic is practically nonexistent here this was a good place to set up a folding chair and have a smoke. Moon was free to chase whatever fauna happened by, all I wanted was bit of relief and to listen to the wind.
Settled into the chair I laid the camera down in the leaf litter beside me. Not finding any squirrels to harass Moon joined me. I imagined myself being in a Norman Rockwell painting. A few moments of bliss passed before I noticed that Moon had taken an interest in the camera. One clumsy paw must have connected with the go button, because Moon snapped this picture. He got a few others too, but doggy slobber on the lens made the shots unusable.
Occasionally a line of grey cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-grey men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud which screens their obscure operations from your sight.
But above the grey land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift endlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg. The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are blue and gigantic--their retinas are one yard high. They look out of no face but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose. Evidently some wild wag of an oculist set them there to
fatten his practice in the borough of Queens, and then sank down himself into eternal blindness or forgot them and moved away. But his eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground.
The valley of ashes is bounded on one side by a small foul river, and when the drawbridge is up to let barges through, the passengers on waiting trains can stare at the dismal scene for as long as half an hour. There is always a halt there of at least a minute and it was because of this that I first met Tom Buchanan's mistress.
F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Great Gatsby (1925)
Alternate title: Love & Marriage
So I set out to get a shot of my wedding ring because lately, i've been thinking about how lucky I am to be married to such an amazing guy.
However, I got this shot (first try) & was so amazed at what the "magic light" did to my nonexistent bust size that I got thoroughly side-tracked!
The light should ALWAYS be this good EVERYWHERE!
The line-up at stop lights before and after work is reminiscent of a race. As you can see, helmets are practically nonexistent. We saw two crashes: one ended with a guy hopping around, holding a bloody foot; the other with two people thrown across the intersection, but picking themselves up without apparent injury. In both cases, persistent honking invited the laggards to get the f*** out of the way.
This is what is in the box. These are all wetland obligate or facultative wetland plants that are under-represented or nonexistent in North Beach Park.
Somewhere out there in my neighborhood tonight, a bunch of baby foxes are waiting for their Momma, but she's not coming home... (I base this assumption on the fact that this fox was obviously breastfeeding)
There are plenty of Red Foxes in this area, and there might be more than this badly fragmented habitat could support, if it weren't for the "apex predator" of our time, the automobile.
This fox was on a narrow/nonexistent shoulder beneath a steep drop off from a thin wooded margin along a very busy road. I dragged it back about 10 feet before photographing it, because otherwise I would have been in the path of oncoming traffic myself.
This might be my favorite local mammal. Such a beautiful intelligent creature. I have watched a few generations of foxes grow up in Columbia Gardens Cemetery. This was only a few blocks from there, so I am guessing she was somehow related to that family, but I'm not sure how.
What looks like wear to the tip of the tooth is actually fresh damage from the auto impact. This appears to be a fairly young fox, perhaps she was born in the cemetery maybe two years ago and dispersed in an attempt to find her own territory. This might have been her first litter. I can't imagine it is the old cemetery matriarch, unless this was a new old cemetery matriarch (foxes don't live forever, even if they manage to avoid being struck by cars) Now I have to resist the urge to try and find the starving kits, who are clearly better off not being bottle-fed by sentimental humans.
In doing some research, I came across a 1928 advert for the Gary Palace Theater's pipe organ, with a view of the plaster house left; it's practically nonexistent after four decades of abandonment.
The Hogwarts Express was easily the largest creation at this year's Carmel Sandcastle Contest, made by the group that did the Pirate's Galleon last year. They even built ramps below the tableau so you could see it from a bit more elevation. This morning's paper tells me that this creation won the coveted Golden Shovel, for best in show, for the second sequential win for the contestant, a software engineer from Silicon Valley.
A delightful surprise in this image is the bird, lower right, checking it out.
Taken from the string of my Fled Mk II kite. Wind on the ground was nonexistent, but starting by stretching out 100 feet of line on the ground, I was able to work it up to about 300 ft, where there was enough to lift my light autoKAP rig.
This ship is my favorite out of my physical collection. Its just the rights size for play while still having enough detail for display and has an interior. Said interior is based of the cross section book for the force awakens. There is a single bed and nothing else. I wish that the bed could be moved over though, as it is taking up quite a bit a space.
Problems:
the rear door is invisible
the rear wings are not all the way at the end of the ship
there are no front wings
the cockpit is nonexistent
This ship is my favorite out of my physical collection. Its just the rights size for play while still having enough detail for display and has an interior. Said interior is based of the cross section book for the force awakens. There is a single bed and nothing else. I wish that the bed could be moved over though, as it is taking up quite a bit a space.
Problems:
the rear door is invisible
the rear wings are not all the way at the end of the ship
there are no front wings
the cockpit is nonexistent
British postcard in the Picturegoer Series, London, no. 54. Photo: Mills.
Scottish actor John Stuart (1898-1979) was a very popular leading man in British silent films in the 1920s. He appeared in two films directed by Alfred Hitchcock.
John Stuart was born John Alfred Louden Croall in Edinburgh, Scotland in 1898. He began his stage and screen career directly after World War I service in The Black Watch. He made his film debut in the drama The Lights of Home (Fred Paul, 1920). Other silent films were the drama If Four Walls Told (Fred Paul, 1922) starring Lillian Hall-Davis, the comedy The School for Scandal (Bertram Phillips, 1923) with Queenie Thomas, and the comedy We Women (W.P. Kellino, 1925). Stuart was a very popular leading man in British silent films, though it's hard to gauge that popularity since many of his best films of the 1920s, such as A Sporting Double (1923), Constant Hot Water (1924) and Tower of London (1926), are either inaccessible or nonexistent. He appeared in a silent film directed by Alfred Hitchcock. The Pleasure Garden (1925) was Hitchcock’s directorial debut. Based on a novel by Oliver Sandys, the film is about two chorus girls at the Pleasure Garden Theatre in London and their troubled relationships. Glamorous American star Virginia Valli played the lead. The film was shot in Italy and Germany in 1925 and shown to the British press in March 1926. But it was not officially released in the UK until 1927, after Hitchcock's film The Lodger: A Story of the London Fog became a massive hit in February 1927. Stuart worked several times with director Maurice Elvey. Very popular was their World War I drama Mademoiselle from Armentieres (Maurice Elvey, 1926), featuring Estelle Brody. The film opened in London in September 1926 and was still playing in cinemas around the country until well into 1927. It was reportedly the most profitable British film of 1926 and made an instant star of Brody. The two stars were reunited in the drama Hindle Wakes (Maurice Elvey, 1927), whose skilful use of location is considered to give the film a documentary realism feel very unusual in British films of the period. Brody and Stuart co-starred again in Mademoiselle Parley Voo (Maurice Elvey, 1928), a sequel to their earlier hit Mademoiselle from Armentieres (1926), and equally successful. Both films refer to the popular First World War song Mademoiselle from Armentières.
John Stuart’s first sound film, Kitty (Victor Saville 1929) was another successful production. Kitty was initially planned and filmed as a silent, but on its original completion Saville decided to reshoot the latter part with sound. As no suitable facilities were yet available in Britain, Saville, Estelle Brody and Stuart travelled to New York to shoot the new sequences at RKO Studios. The film was released in the form of a silent which switched to sound after the halfway point. Stuart’s next film, Atlantic (1929) was one of the first British films made with the soundtrack optically recorded on the film (sound-on-film). Atlantic was directed and produced by Ewald André Dupont. Three versions were made, an English and a German language version, Atlantik, which were shot simultaneously, and later a French version was made. In England, Atlantic was released in both sound and silent prints. The film was originally made as Titanic but after lawsuits, it was renamed Atlantic. The White Star Line, which owned the RMS Titanic, was still in operation at the time. The final scene of the film was filmed as a shot of the liner sinking but it was cut at the last minute as it was feared it would upset Titanic survivors. Then Stuart worked for a second time with Alfred Hitchcock, although indirectly. Elstree Calling (1930) is a lavish musical film revue directed by Andre Charlot, Jack Hulbert, Paul Murray, and Hitchcock at Elstree Studios. It was Britain's answer to the Hollywood revues, such as Paramount on Parade (1930) and Hollywood Review of 1929. Stuart was not appearing in the segments directed by Hitchcock. They worked together again on Number Seventeen (Alfred Hitchcock, 1932), in which Stuart played the lead. The film is about a group of criminals who committed a jewel robbery and put their money in an old house over a railway leading to the English Channel, the film's title being derived from the house's street number. An outsider stumbles onto this plot and intervenes with the help of a neighbour, a police officer's daughter. On its initial release, audiences reacted to Number Seventeen with confusion and disappointment. Stuart then played Sir Henry Baskerville in the mystery The Hound of the Baskervilles (Gareth Gundrey, 1932), based on the novel by Arthur Conan Doyle and scripted by Edgar Wallace. He was the co-star of Brigitte Helm in The Mistress of Atlantis (Georg Wilhelm Pabst, 1932), the English language version of the German-French adventure and fantasy film L'Atlantide/Die Herrin von Atlantis (Georg Wilhelm Pabst, 1932) based on the novel L'Atlantide by Pierre Benoît.
John Stuart starred with Benita Hume in the drama Men of Steel (George King, 1932). It was made at Nettlefold Studios under the so-called quota quickie system for distribution by United Artists. In 1927, The Cinematograph Films Act was designed to stimulate the declining British film industry. It introduced a requirement for British cinemas to show a quota of British films, for 10 years. The result of the act was the 'quota quickie', a low-cost, poor-quality film commissioned by American distributors operating in the UK purely to satisfy the quota requirements. During the 1930s Stuart appeared in a lot of these films. memorable are the drama The Lost Chord (Maurice Elvey, 1933) with Elizabeth Allan and Jack Hawkins, the comedy This Week of Grace Chord (Maurice Elvey, 1933) starring Gracie Fields and Henry Kendall, and the Anglo-Italian aviation drama The Blue Squadron (George King, 1934) with Esmond Knight. Stuart co-starred with Fritz Kortner and Nils Asther in Abdul the Damned (Karl Grune, 1935), set in the Ottoman Empire in the years before the First World War where the Sultan and the Young Turks battle for power. He also worked often with director George Pearson, like in the thriller The Secret Voice (1936), and appeared in several parts of the long-running Old Mother Riley series. During the war years, Stuart’s parts became smaller or better said, he matured into character parts. He played a supporting part in the thriller Headline (John Harlow, 1944) with David Farrar as a crime reporter who searches for a mystery woman (Anne Crawford) who has witnessed a murder. Another example is the Gainsborough melodrama Madonna of the Seven Moons (Arthur Crabtree, 1945) starring Phyllis Calvert, Stewart Granger and Patricia Roc. In 1946 readers of the Daily Mail voted the film their third most popular British movie from 1939 to 1945. During the following decades he played government officials and police inspectors in B-films like the mystery The Ringer (Guy Hamilton, 1952) starring Herbert Lom, and the Science-fiction film Four Sided Triangle (Terence Fisher, 1953). Memorable are the war film Sink the Bismarck! (Lewis Gilbert, 1960) with Kenneth More, the Science-fiction film Village of the Damned (Wolf Rilla, 1960), and the suspense film Paranoiac (Freddie Francis, 1963) from Hammer Films starring Janette Scott and Oliver Reed. Stuart now only played bit roles. His last part was a cameo in Superman (Richard Donner, 1978). In 1979, John Stuart died in London at the age of 81. He is buried in Brompton Cemetery, London. An accomplished writer, John Stuart penned his autobiography, Caught in the Act, in 1971. His son Jonathan Croall is writing a book about the screen idols of the 1920s, including John Stuart.
Sources: Hal Erickson (AllMovie), Wikipedia and IMDb.
And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.
I didn't just want to throw the product of two hours labor into the park pond. Shirtless kids would rip it to shreds before my very eyes, searching for the (nonexistent) coin inside. I went to the riverside and got onto a random boat with other people.
Iganga, Uganda.
I have spent the last two weeks in east Africa travelling and meeting people in Uganda and Kenya. It's been a lifechanging experience. No more, no less. Hopefully my images from this trip into another world (there is no other way of putting it really) will be able to convey some of that.
This man had a poultry-business that had started with a single chicken and now made it possible for him to feed his family and make a living. In Uganda the health & safety standards when it comes to animals are virtually nonexistent. The same goes for the humans.
Quote by Henry David Thoreau.
View large on white highly recommended.
This ship is my favorite out of my physical collection. Its just the rights size for play while still having enough detail for display and has an interior. Said interior is based of the cross section book for the force awakens. There is a single bed and nothing else. I wish that the bed could be moved over though, as it is taking up quite a bit a space.
Problems:
the rear door is invisible
the rear wings are not all the way at the end of the ship
there are no front wings
the cockpit is nonexistent
Photo by Oscar Leiva/Silverlight
Comasagua is located in southwestern El Salvador in the Balsamo coastal range between San Salvador and La Libertad departments. The Balsamo Range is a coffee producing area with 3,452 coffee farmers with 33,502 ha of coffee. These coffee-dominated watersheds on the south slopes of the Balsamo mountain range are the water sources and recharge areas for water sources for the towns and villages in the upper watershed plus numerous fast-growing tourist cities and towns in the coastal zone directly south of Comasagua, including the city of La Libertad. The high elevation coffee farms in Comasagua produce high quality coffee. Nevertheless, most farms have yields far below potential and investment continues to be limited. Coffee rust hit many of these farmers severely in 2012.
There has never been a significant water resource management program in this area; the water issues are serious and highly conflictive within these watersheds. Collaboration between municipalities, communities and coffee producers is considered weak to nonexistent.
Co-presented by Part Time Punks
In 1977, San Francisco-based artist Joe Rees founded Target Video. Target taped bands in its studio space, in clubs, at parties and on the streets of the world at a time when music television was nonexistent. With a vision and love for underground music and art, Target documented a truly explosive era, and in the process created a massive archive of punk rock performance footage that captured the scene in all its raw clumsiness and exuberance. Joe Rees and Target co-conspirator Jackie Sharp will be in-person at the Cinefamily to present a two-hour program drawing from the seemingly bottomless Target library, focusing this time on an L.A./So Cal-centric program featuring classic footage of local heroes (The Screamers, Black Flag, TSOL) alongside lesser-known-but-equally awesome acts (Nervous Gender, BPeople, The Plugz). This may be your one and only chance to ever see these clips, so this night is not to be missed! Part Time Punks DJ Michael Stock will be spinning records before and after the show!
Tickets are 10 bucks! Buy them here!
Discarded on 21st at Guerrero. On our way back from Evan's nonexistent party (it was the day before - thanks, Chad :-)
Though personalized art appeared during World War I, and occasionally grew to incorporate the entire aircraft, most pilots carried a saying or a slogan, or a family crest, or squadron symbol. Some were named, but nose art was not common. During World War II, nose art not only saw its true beginnings, but its heyday.
No one knows exactly who started nose art first--it appeared with both the British and the Germans around the first time, with RAF pilots painting Hitler being kicked or skulls and crossbones on their aircraft, while German nose art was usually a personal symbol, named for a girlfriend or adopting a mascot (such as Adolf Galland using Mickey Mouse, something Walt Disney likely didn't approve of). It would be with the Americans, and a lesser extent the Canadians, that nose art truly became common--and started including its most famous forms, which was usually half-naked or completely naked women. This was not always true, but it often was.
The quality of nose art depended on the squadron or wing artist. Some of it was rather crude, while others were equal to the finest pinup artists in the United States, such as Alberto Vargas. For men thousands of miles away from home and lonely, a curvaceous blonde on a B-17 or a P-51 made that loneliness a bit easier. Others thought naked women were a little crude, and just limited themselves to names, or depicted animals, cartoon characters, or patriotic emblems, or caricatures of the Axis dictators they were fighting.
Generally speaking, there was little censorship, with squadron and group commanders rarely intervening on names or pictures; the pilots themselves practiced self-censorship, with profanity almost unknown, and full-frontal nudity nearly nonexistent. After the loss of a B-17 named "Murder Inc.," which the Germans captured and used to make propaganda, the 8th Air Force, at least, set up a nose art committee that reviewed the nose art of aircraft--but even it rarely wielded its veto. For the most part, nose art was limited only by the crew's imagination and the artist's ability. The British tended to stay away from the lurid nudes of the Americans, though the Canadians adopted them as well. (The Axis also did not use nose art in this fashion, and neither did the Soviets, who usually confined themselves to patriotic slogans on their aircraft, such as "For Stalin!" or "In the Spirit of the Motherland!")
When World War II ended, so did nose art, for the most part. In the peacetime, postwar armed forces, the idea of having naked women were wives and children could see it was not something the postwar USAF or Navy wanted, and when it wasn't scrapped, it was painted over. A few units (especially those away from home and family) still allowed it, but it would take Korea to begin a renaissance of nose art.
Built as a B-29A bomber, 44-84076 joined the USAAF two days before the atomic bombing of Hiroshima. As a result, it missed World War II, and ended up back in storage. In 1947, it was returned to service with the new USAF, joining the 28th Bomb Group at Ellsworth AFB, South Dakota. As the B-29 force was replaced by the B-50, 44-84076 was converted to a TB-29B radar calibration aircraft in 1951, and was assigned to various squadrons and flights at Hamilton AFB, California. It was among the last USAF B-29s retired, leaving the service in 1959, and became the first aircraft donated to the Strategic Air Command Museum at Offutt AFB, Nebraska.
For many years at Offutt, it was painted as a Korean War-era B-29 with the name "Man O'War," but after the SAC Museum moved to Ashland, it was completely restored as a World War II-era B-29, "Lucky Lady," assigned to the 313th BG at Tinian. The nose art shows a Varga Girl style pinup wearing a tied-off shirt and cutoff shorts; this would be considered very modest for B-29s over Korea!
I had forgotten I had this nose art picture, but the other day I was cataloguing my photos, and ran across it. This actually turned out better than my full picture of "Lucky Lady," when I got it in 2020.
For FGR - Ads for Nonexistent Products
(If I can sell this line of crap, I can sell anything)
A thread I've seen among some groups is people crying about not getting views or considered one of the cool kids. As a result, I've decided to market a new 12 step program. It will target the demographic of people who are so insecure they can't live within their own Flickr skin.
Sure, there are cliques within groups. This holds true within most groups on Flickr. Most of us are glad to be a part of the social network within those groups. We're even protective of it.
All that being said.. my new 12 step self help program will include such chapters as:
Chapter 1. DON'T BE AN ASS - have an opinion, but don't force it on others as the never ending truth.
Chapter 4. Have fun for chrissakes! - this is supposed to be fun ya'll. Isn't it?
Chapter 5. Learn that even goats look good at closing time.
Chapter 12. (a personal favorite) Who is Cialis kidding? If I have a hard on for longer than 4 hours, not only am I NOT going to the hospital.. I'm going to take out a personal ad in the back of Penthouse.
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This photo was taken on a Sunday evening in my apartment living room. I am sitting on the couch, and this photo features no filter nor makeup nor editing of any kind.
This last photo is the most raw, most accurate, and most vulnerable image of myself. I was still in the conflict with my roommate that left me with the worst anxiety I had felt in a long time. I struggle with acne, which typically is not seen with the makeup and the filters but is shown here. I look exhausted because I am exhausted. In my apartment, where this was taken, I can be fully myself. My social identity is nonexistent because there is no one to impress or to see me, really. I don't have to hide anything about myself. And here, you can see in the camera the stress, anxiety, and insecurities that I do try to hide from the world. My mental health is a constant battle and this day I wasn't feeling confident or on top of the world. My health identity was quite the opposite, actually. In addition to personal things, there is also school and the stress of being a student. Feeling overwhelmed with assignments but little motivation to do them because of everything else going on in my life. This all culminated into this picture, where I chose to take a photo to capture the bad and ugly part of "the good, the bad, and the ugly" for this selfie album. Filters inherently mask us. They present edited, prettier, better, versions of ourselves. Or so we think. Because the truth is, it's a filter. An incomplete picture. This is the complete picture. And it's just as important to love this version of yourself too. I struggle with anxiety, and self-confidence. There are a lot of times where I feel far from good enough. But the truth is that I am. I don't need to hide my acne-prone sensitive skin, nor the dark circles under my eyes, nor the occasional frown. It's all a part of being human in this life. That is my real identity. A soul within a human suit. And that's truly the only reality that matters.
CAPSTONE ADDITION:
This photo is included because it is me at my most vulnerable, a stark contrast to the first photo of the album which is all filters. I have learned over the course of the semester to appreciate myself in a natural state and have love for myself even when I don't feel beautiful. I have learned to find the true beauty in the simplicity of not wearing makeup, being in pajamas, having acne, and not posing perfectly for the camera. Instead, I can appreciate that I'm just a person. I'm just a human. And that's beautiful. I have eyes to see beautiful things. Ears to hear beautiful sounds. The art we've gone over throughout the semester really made me fall in love with art itself again. Especially because the artists were anonymous, it helped me relate that the "person" doesn't matter. It's what you leave behind, what you give to the world, what your soul consists of. That's the real beauty. That's the real art. I enjoy just being able to look at and consume art. And I've learned that art is a mirror, and what you look at also looks into you. I feel beautiful because I view beautiful things. Simple things. A mural on the side of a building. The beauty of the earth, even. Self-love is a journey, but I've grown a lot during the semester on it.
The Postcard
A postcard that was published by Delittle, Fenwick & Co. of York. The card was printed in England.
It was posted in Hastings using a ½d. stamp on Tuesday the 21st. March 1905. It was sent to:
Miss Brent,
103, Malpas Road,
Brockley,
London SE.
The message on the divided back of the card was as follows:
"Sun Inn,
Tackleway,
Hastings.
Dear Cis,
Having a rest at the
place where you got
sunburnt.
Very nice weather at
present.
Yours truly,
Harry."
The Sun Inn
Alas, the Sun Inn is no more.
The Sun Inn was formerly a beer house called the Cutter Foam, first licensed in the 1860's.
It burnt down in the early hours of the 26th June 1873, the fire being discovered by a fisherman named Swaine who happened to be passing.
Fortunately, the occupants were rescued without injury. The two adjoining buildings which were at one point considered to be at risk were saved.
The pub was rebuilt and re-opened as the Sun Inn in 1876.
In 1878 Breeds Brewery, to whom the pub was tied, would not transfer the licence to a landlord who had been in situ for 12 months, because they believed that he had not conducted business in a proper manner. The landlord in his defence said:
“The house was a brothel
before I took over.”
Stephen Blundell became the landlord in 1880.
In 1939 licensee J. M. Walker acted as unpaid Air Raid Warden for the area, but he had gone by 1944 when a London bus driver applied for the licence.
He left his job without permission, and in court said that after his wife died, running a household was too much to cope with.
He moved to Hastings, and finding the Sun Inn needed a landlord, he applied. His story was reported as:
‘Busman Gets a Place in the Sun’.
The license changed hands again in 1945, when Stephen Charles Sherwood took over from Percy Charles Standing.
Tackleway is a narrow street and delivery lorries found access difficult. Also it was proposed to redevelop the area under the Holford Plan. For these two reasons the Sun Inn closed in 1970. John Cornelius was the licensee at the time of the pub's closure.
The Grover Shoe Factory Disaster
So what else happened on the day that Harry posted the card?
Not a lot, but the day before, Monday the 20th. March 1905, was the day of the Grover Shoe Factory Disaster in Brockton, Massachusetts
The Grover Shoe Factory disaster was an industrial explosion, building collapse and fire that killed 58 people and injured 150 when it leveled the R. B. Grover shoe factory
Following a boiler explosion, the four-story wooden building collapsed and the ruins burst into flames, incinerating workers trapped in the wreckage.
The Grover disaster brought new attention to industrial safety and led to stringent safety laws and a national code governing the safe operation of steam boilers.
-- The R. B. Grover Shoe Factory
The R. B. Grover shoe factory was one of a number of shoe factories in Brockton, a town that employed 35,000 shoe workers.
The wooden building, shaped like a letter E, occupied half a city block at the corner of Main and Calmar Streets. Grover made the popular Emerson brand shoe, and business had been good enough to add a fourth floor.
The factory was heated using steam radiators, with the steam being produced by coal-fired steel boilers installed in a brick boiler house attached to the wooden factory as the crossbar of the E.
When the fourth floor was added, the original boiler was replaced by a larger one, and the old boiler, 17 feet (5.2 m) long and six feet (1.8 m) in diameter, was left in place as a backup.
Since the new boiler could meet the factory's demands on its own, the old one was seldom used; and when used, was used reluctantly.
Grover's chief engineer David Rockwell, who had a first-class engineer's license and twelve years experience, did not trust it.
-- The Explosion
The new boiler had to be flushed out as part of its regular maintenance, so Rockwell temporarily put the old boiler back into service.
Early that cold damp Monday, he fed its coal fire and put the boiler to work heating the building for the arriving day-shift workers.
At 7:45 a.m. the plant manager telephoned Rockwell in order to ask about some strange noises coming from the radiators along one wall. Rockwell had just stepped out of the building, but his assistant assured the manager that everything was in order.
A few minutes later, the old boiler exploded, rocketing up through three floors and the roof.
-- Collapse and Fire
The flying boiler knocked over an elevated water tower at one end of the building, and its full tank smashed through the roof, causing that end of the building to immediately collapse, with the floors pancaking and the walls falling in on top of them.
Many workers who survived the initial explosion and collapse were trapped by broken beams and heavy machinery. Burning coals thrown from the boiler's fire pit landed throughout the debris, starting fires that were fed by broken gas lines.
The factory's more than 300 windows, now blown out, created a chimney effect in the parts of the factory still standing, resulting in a fire hot enough to melt iron pipes and radiators.
The wooden floors, treated nightly with linseed oil in order to keep the dust down, burned quickly. High winds helped spread the fire to nearby storage sheds and neighboring buildings, including a hardware store and a rooming house.
The Campello neighborhood's district firehouse shared a city block with the factory, and its firefighters arrived quickly, as did many local citizens.
Using long timbers as levers, they were able to lift some of the wreckage and rescue some workers before the flames reached them. Local newspapers recount many acts of heroism in the rescues made that day.
Barrels of naphtha, a volatile industrial solvent related to gasoline, were stored in a wooden shed directly behind the boiler house. The shed was set afire by the burning coals and the naphtha exploded, throwing sheets of flame onto the wreckage and driving rescuers away.
-- Escape
Between 300 and 400 workers were in the factory at the time of the explosion. Workers in the sections that were still standing escaped down stairways or climbed to the roof; others had to jump from windows because the explosion had knocked some fire escapes off the building.
About 100 workers escaped unharmed and 150 were injured. A number who were only slightly injured went home without reporting their injuries.
Police later related the story of a worker so dazed that he left the scene, applied for a job at another shoe factory, worked all day, then went home to find his family mourning him.
-- Death
An immediate search was made for the chief engineer. Rockwell was at first reported as among the injured, then could not be found, then at one point was reported as having left town.
From her kitchen window, Mrs. Rockwell had seen him sitting in a chair near the boiler house window five minutes before the explosion.
A search of the boiler house the next day turned up a charred body, a bent watch, two rubber heels and a torn piece of clothing identified by Mrs. Rockwell as belonging to her husband.
Survivors were asked to register their names with the police. Body collection began that afternoon, with only bone fragments to be found toward the rear of the factory where the fire was worst.
As families arrived looking for missing workers, grief-stricken relatives ran back and forth between reading the latest survivor lists and watching the recovery of bodies.
Due to the extreme heat of the fire, only a few bodies could be positively identified. Thirty-nine unidentified victims were buried in a ceremony at Brockton's Melrose Cemetery three days later. The disaster's 58th. victim, Hiram Pierce, died on the 15th. April 15.
-- Financial Assistance
On the day of the fire, the leatherworkers union announced that the injured would be paid $5 weekly (equivalent to $170 in 2023) until they recovered, and that the families of the dead would receive $100 (equivalent to $3,391 in 2023) for each family member killed.
Civic leaders created the Brockton Relief Fund, which collected and distributed nearly $105,000 in cash assistance to the families (equivalent to $3,560,667 in 2023).
Factory owner Robbins Grover worked for the rest of his life in order to secure financial aid for the families of those who died.
-- Causes of the Explosion
An assistant engineer who had been with Rockwell five minutes before the explosion stated that when he left, the boiler gauges showed steam pressure to be in the safe range, and the boiler to have plenty of water.
The state Inspector of Boilers checked the boiler's fusible plug and determined that the explosion was not caused by a lack of water.
Rockwell's wife stated that for the previous few days her husband had been irritable because he had to operate the boiler at "a pressure it was unequal to".
A factory official stated that he was at a loss to account for the explosion, and when told of Mrs. Rockwell's remarks, said that the amount of pressure on the boiler was not a matter in which factory officials interfered.
He added that:
"The engineer took his orders in this matter
from the Hartford Boiler Insurance Company,
and if he overworked that boiler, he did it
without our knowledge.
We do not even know why he used the old
boiler this week instead of the newer one".
(The Hartford Steam Boiler Inspection and Insurance Company provided regular inspection and testing to customers of its insurance program, as well as on-site engineering services, resulting in something of a shared responsibility with boiler owners for safe operation.)
One Grover executive speculated that the explosion might have been caused by a recently installed safety device. C. E. Roberts, a manager of Hartford Steam Boiler, stated:
"So far as I have been able to learn, there
appears to have been no carelessness in
the handling of the boiler, and the explosion,
in my opinion, was caused by a defect that
was impossible to discover."
-- The Inquest
A coroner's inquest was convened. A Grover representative testified that the boiler was inspected in December and found to be in apparent good condition.
Several employees testified that David Rockwell seemed capable of attending to his duties that morning.
Boiler inspectors who examined the ripped-open boiler reported finding a crack in one of its riveted, lap jointed seams.
Experts characterized the boiler, built in 1890, as old technology likely to have a short service life under high pressure. Thousands of similar boilers were then in use in the United States.
On the 29th. March 1905 the district attorney stated that the accident was due to a hidden defect in the boiler, and that no criminal charges would be filed.
As to civil liability, two weeks later a judge ruled that the explosion was caused by a defect that could not have been discovered, and held the company blameless.
He also found that the various insinuations made against chief engineer Rockwell were untrue.
-- The Engineering Study
An engineering study begun as part of the inquest brought new facts to light. At least two barrels of naphtha were stored in a wooden shed directly behind the boiler house.
The study said that without the naphtha explosions, the number of deaths would have been only about one-quarter of the actual.
When the naphtha exploded, it crushed one side of the factory building, pinning more workers under beams and machinery. A second outbuilding containing naphtha caught fire after about fifteen minutes and there was a second naphtha explosion, showering hundreds of gallons of the flaming liquid on the burning wreckage.
Engineers estimated the force of the boiler explosion as equal to 660 pounds (300 kg) of dynamite.
-- Bankruptcy
Although his factory was insured, Captain Grover was financially ruined. The R. B. Grover Company declared bankruptcy and assigned its remaining assets, more than 30 Emerson shoe stores scattered around the country, to its creditors.
-- Legacy of the Disaster
The American Society of Mechanical Engineers (ASME) had been founded in 1880 in response to the boiler explosions that had become common as the use of steam power expanded during the Industrial Revolution.
Between 1880 and 1890 there were over 2,000 boiler explosions in the United States. By 1890, some 100,000 boilers were in service, many of them unsafe.
Inspections were rare, and operating guidelines almost nonexistent. Steam pressures were regularly cranked up to produce additional work.
The Grover disaster, coupled with another fatal Massachusetts shoe factory boiler explosion the following year in Lynn, brought new cries for improved industrial safety.
A new governor demanded prompt action, and a Board of Boiler Rules was formed, drafting a simple three-page set of rules. After the ASME helped overcome manufacturer objections to "needless government interference", Massachusetts passed an Act Relating to the Operation and Inspection of Steam Boilers in 1907.
The Massachusetts laws eventually led to passage of a national boiler safety code.
-- A Subsequent Explosion
Safety improved, but the Massachusetts fatalities would not be the last. Twenty-three people were killed and 94 injured in 1962 when a boiler exploded and ripped through a New York Telephone Company cafeteria at lunchtime.
A city agency later determined that the boiler had been improperly maintained and operated.
This ship is my favorite out of my physical collection. Its just the rights size for play while still having enough detail for display and has an interior. Said interior is based of the cross section book for the force awakens. There is a single bed and nothing else. I wish that the bed could be moved over though, as it is taking up quite a bit a space.
Problems:
the rear door is invisible
the rear wings are not all the way at the end of the ship
there are no front wings
the cockpit is nonexistent
prefeito cristóvão quebrando o código de trânsito e a convenção de viena simultaneamente. o que é uma seta para baixo? siga em sentido contrário? isso é uma placa de advertência ou regulamentação?
holga, fuji superia iso400 120, no post-processing.
This ship is my favorite out of my physical collection. Its just the rights size for play while still having enough detail for display and has an interior. Said interior is based of the cross section book for the force awakens. There is a single bed and nothing else. I wish that the bed could be moved over though, as it is taking up quite a bit a space.
Problems:
the rear door is invisible
the rear wings are not all the way at the end of the ship
there are no front wings
the cockpit is nonexistent
ALL DAY GIRLS FILL AND EMPTY HEAVY BASKETS OF ROCK
Romano/Stolen Childhoods
Gravel Quarries are a common sight in Orissa and other states in India. The children that work here are exploited 12-16 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Their world consists only of these piles of rocks, dust and back breaking work. At night many sleep in the open or in makeshift shelters where sanitary conditions are nonexistent. There are no schools here, and for many there is no family. Some of the children working here have been trafficked from other areas where their parents have been forced to either sell themselves or their children into debt bondage (Slavery) or, if they are lucky enough not to be bonded, are dependent on the meager wages that these children can provide.
The work is extremely brutal, hazardous, abusive sometimes lethal. Working all day in the hot sun where temperatures regularly climb above 100F (37C), they carry well over a ton of rock a day, to stand on line exposed to the rock dust from the grinder. The pay, If there is any, is minimal, and conditions fall well below minimum levels required by law and are illegal for children . Nonetheless the kids work, Driven by necessity , often unaware of what they are getting into and sometimes tricked or virtually kidnapped by unscrupulous agents and middlemen. For many, their debt actually increases over time due to dishonest accounting.
The poor pay and hard work are just the beginning. These children tend to be chronically tired from the long hours, increasing the probability of accidents, injuries and deformity. Disease, malnutrition and permanent skeletal injury and silicosis are the common lot. Many die before they reach 30.
Medical treatment is primitive or non-existent
Unable to receive the education to which they are entitled by law, they are powerless to act, and trapped in a continual cycle of grinding poverty.
I knew today was going to be different the moment I woke up.
First, I noticed the sun was absent. Again. That's not actually different for Portland lately as we've been in what seems like a constant state of forever gray, but still, I thought, OH, COME. ON! IT'S SUMMER!
Next, I wondered why I had just dreamed about taking an interpretive dance class. The fact that I walked out during the first session seemed about right, but WHY was it in my subconscience to begin with? Weird.
Anyway, after determining there was no way to start over, I got up and commenced my morning routine. I was a few minutes later than usual so I missed seeing the lady in the black car that stalks my street, but a different surprise awaited me.
I found a bush.
As I approached the driveway (which is actually a street) for Starbucks, I saw a small lump in the lanes going the other direction. My first thought was that perhaps it was a towel or laundry bag, then I noticed it was a bush. And it hadn't been run over yet!
I pulled into the Starbucks street but of course I couldn't find a parking spot until toward the end. I parked and ran back toward the road. Eastbound traffic was nearly nonexistent at the time and the westbound traffic - ten vehicles total - was stopped at the light. I ran across the eastbound lanes and knew the stopped cars would be coming soon so I swooped in, grabbed the bush, and darted back to the sidewalk.
There, two older women were watching me and as I got closer they said, "Oh, I thought it was an animal", and walked away.
Animal, bush… I still saved a living thing from getting torn to shreds in the middle of SW Beaverton Hillsdale Highway.
It felt good.
Next, the big question: What was I gonna to do with a bush?
I don't have room for a bush. Sure, I entertained the fantasy of potting it and adding it to the upper deck, but it's already crowded up there and I've promised Walter and the other Sunflowers they could join the full-sun crew when they get big enough.
Sadly, unplanned plant findings were never considered when drafting this year's garden team.
Then I thought, DAD! Dad has lots of space! Dad has LAND! So I fired off an email.
SUBJECT: Odd Request
MESSAGE: I found a bush. Can it come live with you? At least it's not a puppy! Love, me
Soon after hitting send, I got a call from my dad. Laughing, "Of course your rescue bush can come live with us."
That made me very happy as my step-mom and her dutiful feral-cat-turned-boss helper Mr. P take wonderful care of all Mother Nature's creations in their yard.
My dad and I talked and he said he already had a name* picked out for his new charge: Maizy. I think Maizy is a fantastic name for my (literal) newfound friend!
* I'm a namer so he plays along.
Tomorrow, I'll take Maizy out to dad's but in the meantime, she's hanging with the crew upstairs. While I'm sure that's absolutely thrilling for a plant, I have a feeling Maizy will be in her element as a country bush at her forever home.
So back to the first moments of my day…
Yes, it might only be a bush, but today definitely has been different.
Karma. :)
Though nose art has become rare on military aircraft, it has always been rare on civilian aircraft--aside from the occasional general aviation or former trainer, or warbirds. With the exception of commemorative aircraft, or Virgin Atlantic's Varga girls, it is almost nonexistent on commercial airliners.
With firebomber aircraft, it's also rather rare, despite the fact that most are former military aircraft: nose art can be hard to maintain on aircraft which are synonymous with hard work and long hours. Though some have carried nose art--the most famous of which may have been Lynch Flying Services' "Fire Eater," a former USAF A-26 Invader--most do not.
Therefore, it was a bit of a surprise to find some albeit small nose art on a former Neptune Aviation P-2. "High Roller" is now in an honorable retirement at the Estrella Warbird Museum after a long Navy and firebomber career, displaying a lucky seven. Given how dangerous firebomber work can be, operating at low level in mountainous terrain, dealing with vicious air conditions with often aged aircraft, "High Roller" certainly rolled the dice many a time.
edited by Roy Miki.
Burnaby, fall 1988 [ie january 1989].
5-15/16 x 9, 66 sheets white bond perfectbound into lemon coarsewove card wrappers, all except inside covers & p.3 printed offset, black interiors in green covers.
cover graphic by bpNichol/redrawn by Barbara Caruso
16 contributors ID'd:
Donatello Bardi, Robin Blaser, Barbara Caruso, Hilda Doolittle, Louis Dudek, Benjamin Hollander, Roy Miki, bpNichol, Miriam Nichols, Charles Olson, Judith Roche, Jack Spicer, David Levi Strauss, Lola Lemire Tostevin, Fred Wah, Bruce Whiteman.
Nichol contributes:
i) [MOVIES 1], redrawn by Barbara Caruso (front cover; graphic; here reverse-printed & errantly ID'd as from the nonexistent Waves)
also includes:
ii) EDITOR'S NOTE, by Roy Miki (pp.5-6; prose in 2 parts, of which part 1 is:
--1. bpNichol 30 September 1944 - 25 September 1988 (prose memorial with 2 quotes from Nichol's Hour 22 (part of line 62, lines 1-7))
iii) "Music. Heart. Thinking.": An Interview with Fred Wah, by Lola Lemire Tostevin & Fred Wah (pp.42-56; with passing reference to Nichol/the maryrology p.5o)
iv) MANUSCRIPT POSTCARDS, by [Roy Miki] (ad for the series listing Nichol's "Notebook Sketch" [ie "thus it is"])
People often put themselves in situations that as long as that situation isn't captured, caught or broadcasted, it's all good. But when/ if it is.. "Aw, shit."
After dropping the Kiddo off at summer camp this morning I came across a group of orange vested individuals walking the sidewalk picking up trash. Community service.
What caught my eye as I got close enough to see their vests in detail is what was stitched on the back. "I AM A DRUNK DRIVER".
I pulled off on a side street and waited for them to pass so I could get a few shots but I decided not to. Reason:
A photograph is 'forever'. Drunk driving is a terrible thing and doing it can forever effect all those involved if someone were to be hurt/killed as a result, I'm not sympathizing with the punishment handed down to them. I did, however, feel like I had the choice of capturing that 'shame' or letting the shame that they most likely felt pass. Literally and figuratively. As they walked by, heads hung low, I knew that this would be something that would change most of them. I know that shame. Being young and dumb left me with a singular yet sizable blemish on my otherwise nonexistent criminal record. Thankfully, I was able to get the charge expunged but only after a hefty restitution was paid, time was served (24 hours in 201, fuuuuuuck.), and 40 hours of community service was performed. Aside from a mugshot (that I've never seen), the only things I have to remind me of that low point in my life are memories. Very vivid memories.
The last thing I needed as I was walking Farm Rd. with a weed whacker is some ass... er.. photographer with a camera focused on me and my self-inflicted plight. The plight was lesson enough, photographic reminders of it weren't necessary.
Today, I paid it forward.
Acid reflux is likely to make your lifestyle miserable, sometimes whatever you take in or don't eat. You can utilize the data in the following paragraphs to figure out how to treat this irritating condition. When you know more acid reflux information, it will be easier to stabilize it, boosting your whole life.
Sip lightly during meals and make certain to drink a glass of water between each meal. This can be a wonderful way to handle hunger pains when you are more likely to be thirsty than hungry. Also, should you drink away from eating times, you'll find your stomach doesn't get as distended once you eat and acid doesn't pass support to your esophagus.
Should you have a healthy weight, you happen to be more unlikely to suffer from acid reflux. The body weight of unwanted fat can press on the stomach, creating the esophageal sphincter to chill out. Shedding pounds prevents the sphincter from opening, thereby confining stomach acid in your stomach.
Take into consideration placing a wedge beneath the mattress which means that your head is raised once you sleep. Wood, books, along with other items could be used to raise the elevation of your own mattress. You can find beds which can be electronically controlled which you can use also.
Give up smoking! Smoking makes acid reflux worse, and might actually be a trigger. In addition, it slows digestion and increases acid production inside the stomach while slowing the production of saliva. In addition, it weakens the esophagus' sphincter. End the habit once and for all now.
Sometimes, you will have extreme cases of acid reflux, even to the point that you think you happen to be possessing a cardiac event. Don't ignore really bad chest pains. Having acid reflux fails to stop you from experiencing a cardiac event. Speak to your doctor to find out what you ought to do. You don't need serious medical issues because of wrong self-diagnosis.
Eat the food slowly. As opposed to clearing your plate, eat slowly up until you are only about satiated. Take a moment and spend some time chewing and tasting the food. Eating too much or too quickly can worsen symptoms. Avoid distractions that can keep you from realizing your are full, and take breaks in the middle courses.
Acid reflux can actually cause major disruptions in your lifetime. There is no need to suffer from this disorder. Take this article's information and use it well to stop and treat acid reflux. You are sure to get additional enjoyment away from life once you learn the suffering will likely be nonexistent. www.pcchampions.org
Parable from Ramana Maharishi
Ten foolish men forded a stream and on reaching the other shore wanted to make sure that all of them had in fact safely crossed the stream. One of the ten began to count, but while counting others left himself out. "I see only nine; we have lost one. Who can it be ?" he said. "Did you count correctly?" asked another, and did the counting himself. But he too counted only nine. One after the other, each each of the ten counted only nine, missing himself. "We are only nine, they all agreed, "but who is the missing one?" they asked themselves. Every effort they made to discover the 'missing' individual failed. "Whoever he is that is drowned," said the most sentimental of ten fools, "we have lost him."
So saying, he burst into tears, and the rest of the nine followed suit. Seeing them, weeping on the river bank , a sympathetic wayfarer inquired for the cause. They related what had happened and said that even after counting themselves several times they could find no more than nine. On hearing the story, but seeing all the ten before him, the wayfarer guessed what had happened. In order to make them know for themselves that they were really ten, that all of them had come safe from the crossing, he told them, " Let each of you count for himself but one after the other serially, one, two three and so on, while I shall give you each a blow so that all of you may be sure of having been included in the count, and included only once. The tenth 'missing' man will then be found." Hearing this, they rejoiced at the prospect of finding their "lost" comrade and accepted the method suggested by the wayfarer. While the wayfarer gave a blow to each of the ten in turn, he that got the blow counted himself aloud. " Ten", said the last man as he got the last blow in his turn. Bewildered, they looked at one another. We are ten, " they said with one voice and thanked the wayfarer for having removed their grief.
That is the parable. From where was the tenth man brought in? Was he ever lost? By knowing that he had been there all the while, did they learn anything new? The cause of their grief was not the real loss of any one of the ten; it was their own ignorance, rather their mere supposition that one of them was lost( though they could not find who he was) because they counted only nine.
Such is the case with you. Truly there is no cause for you to be miserable and unhappy. You yourself impose limitations on your true nature of infinite Being and then weep that you are but a finite creature. Then you take up this or that sadhana to transcend the nonexistent limitations. But if you sadhana itself assumes the existence of the limitations, how can it help you to transcend them?
Hence I say know that you are really the infinite, pure Being, the Self Absolute. You are always that Self and nothing but that Self. Therefore, you can never be really ignorant of the Self; your ignorance is merely a formal ignorance, like the ignorance of the ten fools about the "lost" tenth man. It is this ignorance that caused them grief.
Know then that true Knowledge does not create a new Being for you: it only removes your 'ignorant ignorance'. Bliss is not added to your nature; it is merely revealed as your true natural state, eternal and imperishable. The only way to be rid of your grief is to know and be the Self. How can this be unattainable?
The Self is God. "I am" is God. If God is apart from the Self, He must be a selfless God, which is absurd. All that is required to realize the Self is to be still. What can be easier than that?
After addressing her concerns we came up with a plan of attack. Using Lanza Hair Care Decolorizer & Olaplex I Flamboyaged & Balayaged Multiple Schwarzkopf colors into her hair creating a S'ombre (soft Ombre) or Color Melting effect. After I gave her a Glossing Treatment. The Gradient Effect is so soft and subtle that it is and easy Transition into bolder color. because we did this approach Her maintenance will be almost nonexistent.
I love Route 66. It might not be THAT famous or THAT much recognized as one of the symbols of USA in USA as it is here in Europe, it might be mostly nonexistent (at least in it's filmed [movies] form) but it has made it's way to my heart.
One of the best known places on Route 66 (at least within it's Illinois part) is The Launching Pad restaurant along with it's Gemini Giant. Well, unfortunately the restaurant is closed now but Giant is still standing.
If you ever decide to go for Route 66 then if you start from Chicago then make a stop in Route 66 museum in Joplin, talk to very nice lady that works there and buy yourself set of maps and a route 66 book (well, a road book) by Jerry McClanahan and Jim Ross and stay out of interstates, business loops etc and follow one of the old variants of Route 66. Go slow and get as much as you can from the drive.
The 150 canals of Venice are its streets - roads for land passenger vehicles are nonexistent. Everyone must travel by foot or boat, tourists and locals alike.
General Reconnaissance and Torpedo Bomber. Postcard in my father's war time aircraft photograph album. My father started the album about 1939 when he was aged 14, and this card probably dates from around then.
Valentine & Sons, of Dundee and London, Post Card reference 38B-95.
The Botha had several major problems. It was considered to have poor lateral stability, while the view to the side or rearward was virtually nonexistent owing to the location of the aircraft's engines, with the poor view making the aircraft "useless as a GR [General Reconnaissance] aircraft". Finally, the Botha was also underpowered. Although the Botha successfully passed torpedo and mine-dropping trials, the aircraft's poor performance resulted in the decision in April 1940 to issue the Botha only to four general reconnaissance squadrons equipped with the Avro Anson, rather than the torpedo bomber squadrons previously planned.
I don't know why I'm doing this, but I've decided to post something here with this picture that I've written... the prologue, to be specific, of my memoir. While the memoir has gone dormant and hasn't been touched for months, (everything I want to write about is just a little too raw for me to approach yet), this prologue (split into three ideas) is, I think, a kind of decent thing I've written. And maybe it's because I've been feeling so off kilter, like i'm living in [un]reality, that I feel like I should share this with my flickr friends. If you hate it, that's fine... it just kind of shows where I'm at right now.
I don’t really believe in beginnings or endings. When you think in terms of literature, they’re absolute. A story must start with a beginning and conclude with an ending. When you think in terms of math, they’re nonexistent. A line has no inception and no conclusion. It is merely made of incalculable points, strung together and continuing to infinity. Maybe it’s odd that I’m a writer who doesn’t believe in these basic elements of plot.
Maybe it’s odder still that so many other people do. Why is it such a commonly accepted concept?
Life is simply a line, a thread of points, each a beginning and ending. There comes a point (An ending? A beginning? Both?) where you realize that everything is a start, and everything is a finish. And when you realize that, does it even make sense to distinguish between them?
So I guess that’s how I viewed my life, and how I approached the project of writing the story of it down. Not with the clichéd idea that all endings were beginnings, or vice versa, but with the idea that everything was simultaneously both of those things. And that, in the end, neither really mattered much nor meant anything.
The path was so faint at times, it was pretty much nonexistent. Yet, in other places it was clearly visible in the dunes...strange
Sutton Creek Trail/Alder Dune Trail, Siuslaw National Forest, Oregon USA
Community scout rangers project with African Conservation Centre and Amboseli Ecosystem Trust
Surrounding Amboseli, Kenya
Joan de la Malla
Amboseli is one of the best preserved Kenya’s national parks. Despite not having a large number of the official Kenyan Wildlife Service rangers, poaching is almost nonexistent. Much of its success is due to a project that organizes teams of local community rangers (Maasai) that live in the surroundings of the national park. This “community scout rangers” project creates a network of highly committed observers who are vital in the fight against poaching. They patrol daily and report the state and movement of wildlife around the park. They also mediate in human-wildlife conflicts and keep elephants safe and away from the farms that they are trying to access at night.
Websites: www.accafrica.org/, www.amboseliecosystemtrust.org/