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Somalia is often described as the world's original failed state – a lawless country that has been engulfed in conflict for more than 20 years. According to women in Somalia saying that one of the greatest risk to women's lives is not war, but birth. One of the most dangerous things a woman in Somalia can do is to become pregnant. When she does, her chances of survival drop considerably due to the nonexistent antenatal care, nonexistent medical supplies, the extraordinarily poor healthcare available and the lack of infrastructure. A woman's lifetime risk of dying from maternal causes here is 1 in 14. This is one of the highest rates in the world, second only to Afghanistan. When a woman is due to give birth, she just waits for delivery, praying she doesn't die in the process.
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The center of the piece is a picture to show that photography is my main goal in this class. The photograph has all my plans for the future and the major things in my life right now on it to show who I am today. The outer edge is hand drawn and is like a map. It starts towards the left with Phoenix and is a road map of all the major places I have lived in. Eventually it progresses in to the bubble where Boston and Germany is, which represent my plans for the future. The map ends in the bottom left corner where there is an image I drew that shows the unstructured nature of the future and that no matter how far we plan for the future is a mystery.
My goals in this class are to explore my more creative side and take a break from really rigid STEM classes. I want to improve in photography and develop my nonexistent drawing skills.
This was the absolute first project we did in this class and I loved it. I remember being very conscious of my limited artistic ability and how I was worried I would mess up my portrayal of myself as an artist. The swirls in this project are my signature and go-to doodle, so it ended up really representing me.
Only about 30 elephants are estimated to remain inside Ngorongoro Crater.
Because Ngorongoro is well protected from outside influences, old male Elephants go there to retire and relax for the remaining years of their life. Often, these old beasts have some of the longest tusks in all of Africa since poaching here is nonexistent. I saw one with very impressive long tusks, but I was not able to find its photo. I probably was so mesmerized that I forgot to take one.
More architectural whimsy. This sandstone sculpture and medallion decorate the entrance to the Santa Barbara courthouse. They represent agriculture and industry, which were historically important in Santa Barbara. These days, agcriculture is all but nonexistent in Santa Barbara itself. If it were carved today, she'd probably be holding a bottle of wine, which is the county's biggest agricultural commodity.
I love the fellow depicted as "industry" inside the medallion. Trains chug in front of him, he sports a winged cap, and he holds a ship in one hand and a fistful of electrical bolts in the other. These days, his left hand would hold a yacht, and the other might have a shopping bag or a plate of fancy grub to go with Lady Agriculture's bottle of wine.
A curious bit of history goes along with these carvings. The sculptor, and Italian named Ettore Cadorin, had moved to Santa Barbara just before the infamous 1925 earthquake, which leveled most of the buildings in town. Having been trained in Venice and Paris, Cadorin was an easy favorite for the contract to do the sculpture work for the new courthouse.
Within days of the earthquake, Cadorin launched a campaign to convince the city that it should be "rebuilt in high artistic style.” Moreover, the city should rebuild “even the houses which are not damaged, but are ugly, and would spoil the whole effect.”
Santa Barbara now advertises itself as California's Riviera, although some argue that the city is excessively vain about appearance. Houses are mostly whitewashed with orange-tile roofs, which adds a homogeneous look to the city. Hot pink or electric blue houses are zoned out of existence. Cadorin would have approved.
The abundance and diversity of succulent species in the sagebrush steppe (e.g,. Cactaceae, Crassulaceae, Portulaceae, etc.) is indicative of low levels of disturbance. Sedum lanceolatum is distinguished by its lanceolate leaves with papillose surfaces and a lack of evident venation. Axillary shoots are also nonexistent to poorly developed in this species.
december 30, 2006 -
brown eyed girl.
i obviously stayed up way too late last night. i woke up at 1pm today.
this is post-moisturizer, but pre-concealer.
i had a boyfriend once who SWORE up and down that there were 'golden halos' in my eyes. so damn sappy/sweet, right?
as i've gotten older, i've realized that i can't quite see them anymore. le sigh.
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Jim Holt The New York Times
FRIDAY, MAY 20, 2005
NEW YORK The human brain is mysterious - and, in a way, that is a good thing. The less that is known about how the brain works, the more secure the zone of privacy that surrounds the self. But that zone seems to be shrinking. A few weeks ago, two scientists revealed that they had found a way to peer directly into your brain and tell what you are looking at, even when you yourself are not yet aware of what you have seen. So much for the comforting notion that each of us has privileged access to his own mind.
Opportunities for observing the human mental circuitry in action have, until recent times, been almost nonexistent, mainly because of a lack of live volunteers willing to sacrifice their brains to science. To get clues on how the brain works, scientists had to wait for people to suffer sometimes gruesome accidents and then see how the ensuing brain damage affected their abilities and behavior.
The results could be puzzling. Damage to the right frontal lobe, for example, sometimes led to a heightened interest in high cuisine, a condition dubbed gourmand syndrome. (One European political journalist, upon recovering from a stroke affecting this part of the brain, profited from the misfortune by becoming a food columnist.)
Today scientists are able to get some idea of what's going on in the mind by using brain scanners. Brain-scanning is cruder than it sounds. A technology called functional magnetic resonance imaging can reveal which part of your brain is most active when you're solving a mathematical puzzle, say, or memorizing a list of words. The scanner doesn't actually pick up the pattern of electrical activity in the brain; it just shows where the blood is flowing. (Active neurons demand more oxygen and hence more blood.)
In the current issue of Nature Neuroscience, however, Frank Tong, a cognitive neuroscientist at Vanderbilt University, in Nashville, Tennessee, and Yukiyasu Kamitani, a researcher in Japan, announced that they had discovered a way of tweaking the brain-scanning technique to get a richer picture of the brain's activity. Now it is possible to infer what tiny groups of neurons are up to, not just larger areas of the brain. The implications are a little astonishing.
Using the scanner, Tong could tell which of two visual patterns his subjects were focusing on - in effect, reading their minds. In an experiment carried out by another research team, the scanner detected visual information in the brains of subjects even though, owing to a trick of the experiment, they themselves were not aware of what they had seen.
How will our image of ourselves change as the wrinkled lump of gray meat in our skull becomes increasingly transparent to such exploratory methods? One recent discovery to confront is that the human brain can readily change its structure. A few years ago, brain scans of London cabbies showed that the detailed mental maps they had built up in the course of navigating their city's complicated streets were apparent in their brains. Not only was the posterior hippocampus - one area of the brain where spatial representations are stored - larger in the drivers; the increase in size was proportional to the number of years they had been on the job.
It may not come as a great surprise that interaction with the environment can alter our mental architecture. But there is also accumulating evidence that the brain can change autonomously, in response to its own internal signals. Last year, Tibetan Buddhist monks, with the encouragement of the Dalai Lama, submitted to functional magnetic resonance imaging as they practiced "compassion meditation," which is aimed at achieving a mental state of pure loving kindness toward all beings.
The brain scans showed only a slight effect in novice meditators. But for monks who had spent more than 10,000 hours in meditation, the differences in brain function were striking. Activity in the left prefrontal cortex, the locus of joy, overwhelmed activity in the right prefrontal cortex, the locus of anxiety.
But there could be revelations in store that will force us to revise our self-understanding in far more radical ways. We have already had a hint of this in the so-called split-brain phenomenon. The human brain has two hemispheres, right and left. Each hemisphere has its own perceptual, memory and control systems. For the most part, the left hemisphere is associated with the right side of the body, and vice versa. The left hemisphere usually controls speech. Connecting the hemispheres is a cable of nerve fibers called the corpus callosum.
Patients with severe epilepsy sometimes used to undergo an operation in which the corpus callosum was severed. (The idea was to keep a seizure from spreading from one side of the brain to the other.) After the operation, the two hemispheres of the brain could no longer directly communicate.
Such patients typically resumed their normal lives without seeming to be any different. But under careful observation, they exhibited some very peculiar behavior. When, for example, the word "hat" was flashed to the left half of the visual field - and hence to the right (speechless) side of the brain - the left hand would pick out a hat from a group of concealed objects, even as the patient insisted that he had seen no word. In another case, a female patient's right hemisphere was flashed a scene of one person throwing another into a fire. "I don't know why, but I feel kind of scared," she told the researcher.
Each side of the brain seemed to have its own awareness, as if there were two selves occupying the same head. Ordinarily, the two selves got along admirably, falling asleep and waking up at the same time and successfully performing activities that required bilateral coordination, like swimming and playing the piano. Nevertheless, as laboratory tests showed, they lived in ever so slightly different sensory worlds. And even though both understood language, one monopolized speech, while the other was mute. That's why the patient seemed normal to family and friends.
Pondering such split-brain cases, some scientists and philosophers have raised a disquieting possibility: Perhaps each of us really consists of two minds running in harness. In an intact brain, of course, the corpus callosum acts as a constant two-way internal-communications channel between the two hemispheres. So our everyday behavior does not betray the existence of two independent streams of consciousness flowing along within our skulls. It may be, the philosopher Thomas Nagel has written, that "the ordinary, simple idea of a single person will come to seem quaint some day, when the complexities of the human control system become clearer and we become less certain that there is anything very important that we are one of."
It is sobering to reflect how ignorant humans have been about the workings of their own brains for most of our history. The more that breakthroughs like the recent one in brain-scanning open up the mind to scientific scrutiny, the more we may be pressed to give up comforting metaphysical ideas like interiority, subjectivity and the soul. Let's enjoy them while we can.
(Jim Holt, a visiting scholar at New York University, is working on a book about Pascal and the birth of probability. This article is excerpted from The New York Times Magazine. )
I picked up this bottle earlier this week at Moore Brothers. Although a lovely bottle of Champagne (gorgeous dark rose color), it was off. There was a mildly off putting funk but it was completely nonexistent in the finish. It wasn't entirely undrinkable but I didn't like the unpleasant moldy nose at the start. We waited for it to disappear but never did. I might go to Moore Bros and let them know.
I've wanted to see this rock art panel for some time. It's not a terrible long hike, but the path up is pretty much nonexistent, steep, and rocky.
I'm completely disappointed in my photos. Compositions are bad and the colors are horrible. Might have been a combination of the color of the rock, the shadows, and time of day. They all turned out with some strange purple tint, as if the color balance is way off. Thank goodness I shot in RAW and was able to correct it somewhat.
My patience for gold mining is about nonexistent. I lasted for about 10 minutes in this little creek and decided to take pictures instead. I did find some little gold flakes, but with my luck it was probably just fools gold...
Thanks for looking!
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This was the original incarnation of my Black Lady costume, circa 2008. I wore this to Spirit Week '08 and to my friend's birthday party (which was the day after Halloween), after which the wig fell apart completely. Looking at the status of the costume in 2011, the wig is practically nonexistent, the stole is wrinkled and messy, and I've lost all my black moon stickers. So this calls for a complete overhaul: New wig, new blouse, new stole...and new stickers.
I remember when the only worries summer had were staying cool and catching the ice cream truck before it rolled past. Now it seems the list grows longer as I grow older. Trying to deal with getting the house where my Dad used to live ready for market, finding nonexistent funds for school, and now I've actually started putting forth the effort to make this passion of mine into a career to add a-whole-nother level of complicity to the mix. These are all really positve mental weights, but weights nonetheless. Remind me once more why I wanted to be all growed up.
I've decided to submit a photo to Pictory's current theme of "Summer Jobless". I've sat idly by for far to long and watched the awesomeness that goes through there. I would very much like to be part of it. Have this quite elaborate idea which involves huge piles of dismantled electronics and electrocution. But I don't know if that could be finagled in the two weeks until the deadline. Then I came across this one taken a couple of months ago and thought hey that might be just right.
The acrocanthosaurus was a T-Rex-like dinosaur that lived during the Mesozoic era, before T-Rex did. Like T-Rex, it had big teeth, a long tail, powerful hind legs, and almost nonexistent forelegs. Given that general configuration, it probably acted a lot like a flightless bird. A very large, carnivorous flightless bird.
The Giant's Causeway in Ireland. An interesting natural formation, and a UNESCO World Heritage site. This is a shot taken from the causeway itself, looking inwards. The mountains in the back surround the causeway, while behind me was the tempestuous sea. The weather that day was mercurial, with every 15 minutes bringing rain or shine alternately. After 30 minutes at the causeway (not nearly enough time for my shooting) a downpour started, forcing me and my camera to run for nonexistent cover. Fortunately, I had a spare poncho which my camera bag fit under, so my equipment was spared. Needless to say, I was soaking wet on the bus back.
Taken with a Samsung Maxima Zoom 105XL point & shoot in the summer of 2007. I was finishing off the roll of Fuji Superia that had been sitting in it for over five years. Most of the scans from this roll were awful. This shot was okay, but the colors were nonexistent. I cleaned it up in Topaz DeNoise AI, then worked the image over in Photoshop.
July 27 2007, 4:37PM
My name is Rohan from the 7th grade in the Meadowbrook School of Weston. An interesting fact about me is that I have lived in New York, New Jersey and Massachusetts. I took a photo of a black boy and white boy separated. I focused on racism in my photo. It is half black and white and half color. The color part represents the past where the difference between blacks and whites was very clear. Racism was very common. The black and white part of the image represents the present. In contrast to the past, the difference between the two people is more subdued, yet it is still visible. This reflects the current situation with racism. While it has decreased, racism is still visible in the United States. Current events like the shooting of Michael Brown along with many others reflect this. We need to make racism nonexistent in the world, where no differences can be seen between blacks, whites and other races.
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Fortune Global Forum 2018
October 16th, 2018
Toronto, Canada
3:30 PM
THE NEW GLOBAL CONSUMER: DOING BUSINESS IN A DIGITAL ECONOMY
The digital economy is no longer part of the economy. It is the economy. How can traditional brick-and-mortar firms reinvent themselves, their supply chains, and their marketplaces to avoid the fate of brands once thought of as everlasting but which are now nonexistent? And how are new platforms – from e-commerce to shared services – rewriting the rules of the game? A conversation on how businesses can manage expectations for digitally empowered customers, and how technology is being used to enhance the customer experience.
Alain Bejjani, Chief Executive Officer, Majid al Futtaim
Andrea Stairs, General Manager, Canada and Latin America, eBay
Ning Tang, Founder and CEO, CreditEase
Moderator: Phil Wahba, Senior Writer, Fortune
Photograph by Stuart Isett/Fortune
East Point, Northern Territory. I did not think there would be much of a sunset this night as there was lot of cloud about and some rain. Caused by a tropical low near Timor, a long way to the north, but I went anyway for some long exposures on the rocks.
The tide of 7.1m is still coming in and always looks nice and clean and blue at the top of these big tides. The swell was almost nonexistent maybe rising to a half a metre at the most. I stayed here until after sunset but there was not enough water movement to create that misty effect I was after.
Those birds on the rocks are Pied Oystercatchers and the ship on the horizon is at anchor.
16-35mm F4 G ED VR @ 26mm, 1/5 second, f6.3, ISO 1 EV under 100. Cokin GND
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I unfortunately didn't get many photos of the Lower 9th Ward and St. Bernard Parish areas of New Orleans. We took a bus tour through these very hard hit areas. The glare on the bus windows made photos rather tough, but I wish I would have tried harder. This was actually across the street from the Nunez Community College that we visited. A SMALL example of the devastation of the area.
3 years after Katrina and Rita and it was really sad to see the level of destruction that still exists. Entire shopping centers and apartment complexes sitting empty. A patchwork of homes partially repaired, fully repaired, or nonexistent except for a cement foundation. Many people are still paying a mortgage on a home or business that no longer exists.
We were fortunate enough to have a college professor on our bus that lives in this neighborhood and gave us the first hand accounts of what happened and the aftermath. Very sad situation. Even more sad that three years later and people have forgotten about New Orleans and the incredible amount of assistance these folks still need. FEMA (a very bad word in N.O.) has pulled out and no longer offers assistance or trailers. Some people were living in trailers that are TINY for 3 years. Ridiculous amount of red tape to get financial assistance which ends up not being nearly enough to actually rebuild or move on with life. Actually made me really sad but also REALLY mad that this could happen in my country and that these people could just be forgotten.
Some of the other observations and comments by our guide that really struck me...
- Professor said they knew the storm was coming. He looked out the window and there was nothing. In 20 minutes the water was 19-20 feet high in the neighborhood.
- There were actually 4 disasters that hit this area in a few weeks time...Katrina, levee breaks, Rita, and oil spill...any one of which would have been devastating let alone all three together.
- There were 67,000 people in St. Bernard Parish area and now there is less than a third of that number living there
- everything was dead according to the professor...no bugs, no birds, no animals, just dead silence
- strange things in homes like perfectly intact crystal heirlooms, a book in the exact place it was left and perfectly dry, and water moccasins in closets. Can you imagine?
- Bodies are still being found in homes and buildings in the area
- The homes in this area were actually nice homes and in some cases REALLY nice homes and GONE
- Only ones really helping still in the area are the independent Christian groups...we saw a big group of teenagers there when we drove through gutting homes and helping with rebuilding.
- There was a brand new hospital in the area that is now gone. No one will rebuild a hospital there so a Christian group has sent up a tent hospital system to try and provide basic care...3 years later!
- The local government had just moved back into their office building the week I was there after working out of tents and trailers for the last 3 years.
Finnegan's Point tent pads
A small number of settlements sprang up quickly on the trail to serve Stampeders and packers. Aside from Dyea, each of these were nonexistent or only seasonal before 1897.
Finnegan's Point, a small resting place between Dyea and Canyon City, was the first such encampment. Since it was not commonly used as an overnight stop, it did not evolve into the boomtowns that were found farther along the trail.
I unfortunately didn't get many photos of the Lower 9th Ward and St. Bernard Parish areas of New Orleans. We took a bus tour through these very hard hit areas. The glare on the bus windows made photos rather tough, but I wish I would have tried harder. This was actually across the street from the Nunez Community College that we visited. A SMALL example of the devastation of the area.
3 years after Katrina and Rita and it was really sad to see the level of destruction that still exists. Entire shopping centers and apartment complexes sitting empty. A patchwork of homes partially repaired, fully repaired, or nonexistent except for a cement foundation. Many people are still paying a mortgage on a home or business that no longer exists.
We were fortunate enough to have a college professor on our bus that lives in this neighborhood and gave us the first hand accounts of what happened and the aftermath. Very sad situation. Even more sad that three years later and people have forgotten about New Orleans and the incredible amount of assistance these folks still need. FEMA (a very bad word in N.O.) has pulled out and no longer offers assistance or trailers. Some people were living in trailers that are TINY for 3 years. Ridiculous amount of red tape to get financial assistance which ends up not being nearly enough to actually rebuild or move on with life. Actually made me really sad but also REALLY mad that this could happen in my country and that these people could just be forgotten.
Some of the other observations and comments by our guide that really struck me...
- Professor said they knew the storm was coming. He looked out the window and there was nothing. In 20 minutes the water was 19-20 feet high in the neighborhood.
- There were actually 4 disasters that hit this area in a few weeks time...Katrina, levee breaks, Rita, and oil spill...any one of which would have been devastating let alone all three together.
- There were 67,000 people in St. Bernard Parish area and now there is less than a third of that number living there
- everything was dead according to the professor...no bugs, no birds, no animals, just dead silence
- strange things in homes like perfectly intact crystal heirlooms, a book in the exact place it was left and perfectly dry, and water moccasins in closets. Can you imagine?
- Bodies are still being found in homes and buildings in the area
- The homes in this area were actually nice homes and in some cases REALLY nice homes and GONE
- Only ones really helping still in the area are the independent Christian groups...we saw a big group of teenagers there when we drove through gutting homes and helping with rebuilding.
- There was a brand new hospital in the area that is now gone. No one will rebuild a hospital there so a Christian group has sent up a tent hospital system to try and provide basic care...3 years later!
- The local government had just moved back into their office building the week I was there after working out of tents and trailers for the last 3 years.
Trinidad, Asa Wright Centre.
Agoutis have five toes on their front feet and three toes on their hind feet; the first toe is very small. The tail is very short or nonexistent and hairless.
Manu Brabo, fotógrafo freelance que fue secuestrado el pasado martes 5 de abril junto con los periodistas James Foley, Clare Gillis y Anton Hammerl, cerca de Brega, mientras daba cobertura al conflicto en Libia.
Desde entonces las informaciones sobre su paradero y su estado de salud son practicamente inexistentes.
Pedimos información oficial y contrastada sobre su paradero y mayor implicación tanto de organismos oficiales como de los grandes medios de comunicación! ya que parece que tras más de dos semanas secuestrado Manu no merece ser noticia....!!! ¿Que está pasando aqui???
Toda mi colaboración y apoyo a la familia y amigos de Manu Brabo.
Su web www.manubrabo.com/
Su blog 24milimetros.blogspot.com/
Ayúdanos a liberar a Manu, firma y comparte el siguiente enlace con tus contactos: actuable.es/peticiones/ayudanos-liberar-al-fotoperiodista...
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Manu Brabo, a freelance photographer who was kidnapped on Tuesday April 5 along with journalists James Foley, Clare Gillis and Anton Hammerl, near Brega, while covering the conflict in Libya.
Since then the information on his whereabouts and health status are almost nonexistent.
We ask for official information about his whereabouts and greater involvement of both government agencies and the major media!!
His web www.manubrabo.com/
His blog 24milimetros.blogspot.com/
Please help! signature and share this link with your contacts! actuable.es/peticiones/ayudanos-liberar-al-fotoperiodista...
As you can see from the pic, I went to the camera store today. I was testing out the 135L and the 100L. Deciding between the two is a very tough decision, but after all of my research online I feel like there is not right or wrong answer. They're pretty different lenses but I feel that the 100L can provide very similar images to the 135L plus a little more. Because of those reasons, I left the camera store with a brand new 100L! I took this shot while I was testing out the lens and oh my this lens is shaaarrrrp. This was about a 50% crop at ISO 1000, but look at the detail! The bokeh on this lens is awesome too, it's very unique. I didn't do anything to this pic besides white balance lol. I did a bunch of strobing yesterday but I really dont have the proper environment for studio shots. I think my strobing skills (which are pretty much nonexistent at this point) are going to come in handy for macro shots. Enjoy!
5D | 100L
Photographs by Paul Russell
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(from the SPACES catalog)
Starting a conversation about Capitalism is like walking up to a stranger and asking, “Can I talk to you about Jesus?”
The word “capitalism” is a red flag. And for good reason—pretty soon either some dude is talking your ear off about “The System” or aggressively confronting you about taxes. Ugh.
At the same time, capitalism is discussed every day using euphemisms like “jobs,” “job creation,” “the business climate,” and discussing whatever “crisis” is deemed relevant; a housing crisis, financial crisis, social security crisis, tax crisis, or fill- in-the blank crisis. But the whole is rarely a topic of frank discussion—much less alternatives or meaningful reform.
As a culture, we need the vision and boldness it takes to discuss the problem itself. The idea that “there is no alternative” to the way our world works takes away our ability to dream. As citizens we need the courage to begin these discussions on order to move on to new and better visions for the future.
But what to do? Start a conversation about capitalism and friends edge away slowly, and strangers even faster.
This is what art is for. This is what art does well. It creates a space where new ideas and perspectives can be explored. A space unlike any other.
Throughout my artistic career I’ve challenged myself to take on difficult subject matter in ways that are engaging and fun. I’ve found humor and popular culture can open doors to difficult but worthwhile subjects and enable us to envision and move toward new, utopian futures.
The sign starts here in Cleveland and will tour the US leading up to and beyond the 2012 presidential election. People who vote will be given the opportunity to have their portrait taken and give a short statement about why they voted the way they did. There will be a book, website, and videos that document people’s interactions and thoughts.
I’m excited that this piece takes on what for most Americans is a taboo, or even nonexistent subject: whether global, hegemonic capitalism actually works for most people. But whew, talking about that is boring! And telling people what to think is worse! This sign gets passers by to participate in deceptively simple vote (True/ False) which only pretends to offer resolution. Every aspect of the interaction draws them in to more complex questions and conversations, leading to new thoughts and ideas about a better world!
For 50 years it has been unacceptable, politically, in the United States to ask what is basically a straightforward question. We have a particular economic system, it’s called capitalism. We have every right as a society to ask of that system, is it working? Is it working for us? Do the benefits and the costs balance themselves out in a way that says, do we want to keep this system? Or that says, we want to change this system? Or that says, we ought to look at an alternative system. We’ve been afraid to ask that question. We’ve been afraid to have public debates—that’s the legacy of the cold war. We can’t afford anymore to not do that. We have to raise the question.
Mendon Ponds Park is owned and very poorly maintained by the County of Monroe, NY.
Unfortunately, this extraordinary property is rapidly deteriorating due to an egregious lack of care. Trails are not cleared of debris... signs are useless. Park maintenance is essentially nonexistent. They do have a marketing department. Seriously, the taxpayers are paying the salaries of a county parks marketing department.
Email Mendon Ponds Park complaints to: countyexecutive@monroecounty.gov
Regal Westchester Commons (66,000 square feet)
361 Perimeter Drive, Westchester Commons, Midlothian, VA
Opened April 17th, 2009
Pictured: auditorium 3, capacity 134
The next day's movie time brought me back to the Westchester Commons Regal. I view this place as the little brother of the Commonwealth Regal not too far away: both are megaplexes in power centers right off Virginia State Route 288, they dominate the Chesterfield/Midlothian region (AMC Dine-In feels like its' own thing to me), and they both feature a consistent-look across all of their auditoriums. The smaller auditoriums at Westchester are accessed via a hallway like what you see in this photo, which leads to the stadium level and places the seating directly in front of the screen into a pit. The walls don't really have curtains, but instead are red square pads pieced together that presumably soundproof the auditoriums better. Screen masking appears to be nonexistent, unfortunately. My movie choice for this visit was Stillwater.
The office building at 325 Delaware Avenue, Buffalo, New York, September 2019. Completed in 1941, this modestly-scaled three-story structure was designed by the locally-based firm of Backus, Crane & Love and originally served as the corporate headquarters of the National Gypsum Company. Architecturally, it's a fascinating snapshot of a specific juncture in time when Art Moderne, a hypersimplified but ultimately Neoclassically-derived style, was merging with the truly revolutionary brand of Modernism that was percolating in Europe and, after World War II, would explode onto the Stateside scene as well in the form of the so-called International Style. You can still see faint traces of Classicism, for instance in the placement of pilaster strips between recessed columns of windows on the façade; moreover, the spandrel panels once boasted geometric reliefs that were very much a throwback to Art Deco. But all the main ingredients of its successor style are plainly in evidence here: flat roof, smooth textures, emphasis on straight lines and right angles, repetitive forms, ornamentation austere to nearly nonexistent. National Gypsum was founded in 1925 primarily to exploit a vein of its namesake mineral north of Buffalo for the manufacture of a new variety of wallboard, other ingredients of which included newsprint pulp and starch. Though the company struggled in its earliest years, it found a firm financial footing during (ironically enough) the Great Depression, when it secured the exclusive wallboard supply contract for the 1932 Century of Progress Exposition in Chicago and two years later partnered with Bethlehem Steel to manufacture its own line of metal lathing, another essential ingredient in wall construction. This prosperity was enough to permit not only the acquisition of rival companies and the construction of additional plants nationwide, but also a move from its cramped facilities further downtown into this building, which continued housing the corporate offices until operations moved to Dallas in 1975. The company remains in business there. The building has counted a number of different tenants in the years since, among which have been the Buffalo District offices of Conrail, the Information Systems Department of Goldome Bank, privacy software developer Reciprocal Inc., and the Louis P. Ciminelli Construction Company.
Huntsville & Madison County Railroad Authority local with a pair of rare B39-8s seen making their return back to their yard just out frame as they cross the small trestle over Huntsville Spring Branch, these classic units are practically nonexistent anywhere else on todays rails and are a gem when found operating on shortlines such as the HMCRR
I don't care how you spent your Sunday, you couldn't have possibly had any more fun than I did even if my G tolerance is almost nonexistent (time to start working out maybe?). Thanks Jon!
The strange perspective here was right side up and mostly level from my pint of view at the time.
Here's a photo from a stand up comedy show that I covered for 10 magazine. The lighting in this place was, well, nonexistent. Thankfully, I was able to set up some flashes of my own. I have an old SB-24 off camera acting a a side/rim light (depending on where I was, of coarse). My second light is a 430ex in the hotshoe, with a plastic omnibounce thing on top. I only have the ability to have one flash off camera and they didn't want me clamping it to anything. What would you guys have done differently?
Not to be confused with Gaudi's La Pedrera or anything else, this memorial and burial site is not something the people of Barcelona are proud to show you. It's an old quarry where some 4,000 of Generalissimo Franco's opponents were dumped after execution at the end of the Spanish Civil War, and in the years that followed. Barcelona was a holdout of the Republican forces during the war. When Franco's forces finally took the city, an estimated 1600 to 2000 were summarily shot and buried there. More followed as the fascist forces caught up with them. Guide books and tourist offices say little about it. Direction signs are poor to nonexistent. It's off the corner of a very large cemetery on the flank of Montjuic. the mountain that dominates the southern part of the city. After walking across part of the city and up Montjuic, we entered the cemetery and worked our way down to the spot where this picture was taken. From there, we might not have been able to
cross into the quarry had we continued down, and we most likely would have had to climb back over the top of Montjuic in twilight. So this is as close as we got.
Ciao, 2010! ~ 2011, ahoj!
Klangboot Radio #021 ~ podcast ~ by klangboot
Track (Album) / Artist / Label / Year
1. Nonexistent time (eternal sadness) / YARA* / dedpop.co.uk / 2010
2. Old Sky (VA - Goodfellas) / YARA* / www.mixgalaxyrecords.com / 2010
3. Winter Reprise (VA - Goodfellas) / Waterplea / www.mixgalaxyrecords.com / 2010
4. Puppy (VA - Goodfellas) / Nuts Gives Power / www.mixgalaxyrecords.com / 2010
5. Are you translucent? - Silencide RMX (DedRMX) / Kesta / dedpop.co.uk / 2009
6. The Javo Super - Nocow RMX (DedRMX) / Rykard / dedpop.co.uk / 2009
7. Copernico (Autour de la Lune) / Massimo Ruberti / elpamusic.lv / 2010
8. Inside (45 seconds of silence) / BurbonMonsters / ambitonica.com / 2009
9. Ya no un Yo sino un Nosotros (Phantastico Dogma Remixes) / In Vitro / breathe-comp.com / 2010
10. High plains (Therapy) / Khate / justnotnormal.wordpress.com / 2010
11. Rain (logical types of cracks) / sun-inside / picpack.org.ua / 2010
12. Raroia (Tidal Wave) / Urenga / load-and-clear-netlabel.blogspot.com / 2008
13. Desert (Road_to_plain) / Rion / ambitonica.com / 2008
Artists: YARA*, Waterplea, Nuts Gives Power, Kesta, Rykard, Massimo Ruberti, BurbonMonsters, In Vitro, Khate, sun-inside, Urenga, Rion
Labels: dedpop, mixgalaxyrecords, elpamusic, ambitonica, breathe, justnotnormal, picpack, load-and-clear-netlabel
This is Banderu Seijin with metallic green highlights on navy blue vinyl base version by Marmit released in 1996. There is a story behind this figure. It came to me by misunderstanding…. I already have a blue one like this (www.flickr.com/photos/51940189@N04/6451626009/ ) but what happened was that when I made an order for the other figure, the guy in Japan, who can’t speak even a simple word of English took this one by the difference of one syllable of Katakana. Each time I make orders to him I use my terrible Japanese – however, which is hundred times better than his nonexistent English…. – but because of one syllable difference (though I used the correct one for the item but he didn’t read it carefully as two items are quite similar in spelling) he sent me something quite different. Well, I don’t mind this one as I like it anyway, but what I hate this time was that he blamed me for not using “correct” Japanese then he cut off further communication completely and no reply to my emails saying that I will take it anyway so don’t worry about what’s happened and so on. Maybe he’s worried that I will ask for the refund. You know, in the world a war can happen because of one incorrect translation of a sentence….. “One small translation error, giant genocide for mankind” kinda thing.......
This is my first attempt at HDR.
It was a sunny day so I decided to visit The British Museum. Unfortunately by the time I got there, it became cloudy and the dramatic deep blue sky I had hoped to capture with sun light streaming through the curved glass roof and casting shadows were nonexistent. :-( Instead the sky turned a whitish grey and inside the museum everything looked dull and colourless. So HDR to the rescue!
All the shots were taken handheld (who says you need a tripod) 3 bracketed exposures set at continuous firing.
After a few hours at the museum as the weather was poor I decided to visit Westminster Cathedral. I had to struggle to get there and find parking. Once inside I found out that photography wasn’t allowed during a service so I had to wait around an hour until it finished. I think I captured some good shots for HDR but unbelievably, when I got back home and started to download the photos, half way through the download the memory card got somehow got jammed and I couldn’t download the photos from the church. What a nightmare! A wasted afternoon:-( By the way, this was a new 32GB Kingston elite pro card. The shop recommended it to me as they didn’t have the Lexar in stock that I wanted. So I won’t be buyer Kingston cards again.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the photos.
As it’s my first attempt at HDR I would be grateful for your comments, criticisms etc.
Aleksandra Pavlovic moved to Berlin this year to work as a freelance artist after several years studying at three different universities. She chose to portray her impression of Berlin using a ruby/mandarin striped Kolo Newbury photo album.
Aleksandra on her Berlin-themed Kolo book:
"It is Berlin through my eyes, through eyes of an immigrant, a newcomer, a new citizen, and my personal emotions towards it. I depict my impression with life, joy and euphoria of the fall of the wall, crossed boundaries and social life after the fall. The wall is no more, yet will never be forgotten, it is remembered in the daily celebration of freedom.
The physical wall is gone, however, as an artist, I still question; what other walls are there? Are there blurred or invisible walls between the people in this great city, between long time inhabitants and those coming more recently, between the various nationalities and cultures in Berlin, between the generations? Or are the invisible walls nonexistent?"
koloist.com/index.php/2009/12/23/through-eyes-of-an-immig...
Glenn Davis:
"Old Ann Arbor Story. When I was in high school, 1948, I had a part time after school and Saturday job at Pittsburgh Paint company on S. Main St. The store was located about where the Real Seafood Restaurant is now. One of my jobs was to get gallon jugs from the La Casa restaurant which was next door to Behnkes' furniture store. I had to go into the basement of the restaurant and get the jugs. There was only a single bulb hanging from a cord and boxes of things piled everywhere. It was a scary place and I could see, looking south all the way down to Bill Sunday's barber shop located in the basement of the Wuerth theater building at the other end of the block. There was always a light down there and blackness in between. Every time I went down there I could hear the boxes rustling with mice and worse, rats searching for anything edible. I never had the courage to eat at La Casa. That was one place I left quickly. I used to fill the jugs with turpentine for the painting contractors when I delivered them lead and oil paints for jobs they were on. In those days fire walls between stores was practically nonexistent and the rat population was huge. Things were different then." Glenn Davis, on the Ann Arbor Townies Facebook pages, January, 2014.
Visionary Poet of the Millennium
An Indian poet Prophet
Seshendra Sharma
October 20th, 1927 - May 30th, 2007
www.facebook.com/GunturuSeshendraSharma/
eBooks :http://kinige.com/author/Gunturu+Seshendra+Sharma
Rivers and poets
Are veins and arteries
Of a country.
Rivers flow like poems
For animals, for birds
And for human beings-
The dreams that rivers dream
Bear fruit in the fields
The dreams that poets dream
Bear fruit in the people-
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The sunshine of my thought fell on the word
And its long shadow fell upon the century
Sun was playing with the early morning flowers
Time was frightened at the sight of the martyr-
-Seshendra Sharma
"We are children of a century which has seen revolutions, awakenment of large masses of people over the earth and their emancipation from slavery and colonialism wresting equality from the hands of brute forces and forging links of brotherhood across mankind.
This century has seen peaks of human knowledge; unprecedented intercourse of peoples and
perhaps for the first time saw the world stand on the brink of the dilemma of one world or destruction.
It is a very inspiring century, its achievements are unique.
A poet who is not conscious of this context fails in his existence as poet."
-Seshendra Sharma
(From his introduction to his “Poet’s notebook "THE ARC OF BLOOD" )
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B.A: Andhra Christian College: Guntur: A.P: India
B.L : Madras University: Madras
Deputy Municipal Commissioner (37 Years)
Dept of Municipal Administration, Government of Andhra Pradesh
Parents: G.Subrahmanyam (Father) ,Ammayamma (Mother)
Siblings: Anasuya,Devasena (Sisters),Rajasekharam(Younger brother)
Wife: Mrs.Janaki Sharma
Children: Vasundhara , Revathi (Daughters),
Vanamaali ,Saatyaki (Sons)
Seshendra Sharma is one of the most outstanding minds of modern Asia. He is the foremost of the Telugu poets today who has turned poetry to the gigantic strides of human history and embellished literature with the thrills and triumphs of the 20th century. A revolutionary poet who spurned the pedestrian and pedantic poetry equally, a brilliant critic and a scholar of Sanskrit, this versatile poet has breathed a new vision of modernity to his vernacular.Such minds place Telugu on the world map of intellectualism. Readers conversant with names like Paul Valery, Gauguin, and Dag Hammarskjold will have to add the name of Seshendra Sharma the writer from India to that dynasty of intellectuals.
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Seshendra Sharma better known as Seshendra isa colossus of Modern Indian poetry.
His literature is a unique blend of the best of poetry and poetics.
Diversity and depth of his literary interests and his works
are perhaps hitherto unknown in Indian literature.
From poetry to poetics, from Mantra Sastra to Marxist Politics his writings bear an unnerving pprint of his rare genius.
His scholarship and command over Sanskrit , English and Telugu Languages has facilitated his emergence as a towering personality of comparative literature in the 20th century world literature.
T.S.Eliot ,ArchbaldMacleish and Seshendra Sharma are trinity of world poetry and Poetics.
His sense of dedication to the genre of art he chooses to express himself and
the determination to reach the depths of subject he undertakes to explore
place him in the galaxy of world poets / world intellectuals.
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Seshendra Sharma’s Writings Copyright © Saatyaki S/o Seshendra Sharma
Contact :saatyaki@gmail.com+919441070985+917702964402
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Seshendra Sharma : Scholar - Poet
Seshendra Sharma, a scholar - poet was born (October 20, 1927) into a Pujari ( Priests ) family in Nellore District in the state of Andhra Pradesh in India . Seshendra’s father and his grandfather were well versed in Sanskrit Literature, Vedas and scriptures. At home itself, thus from his childhood , Seshendra got the opportunity of learning and training in Sanskrit. This was further nurtured by the Village school of Thotapalligudur, where he spent best part of his childhood.
Seshendra’s father was a well-to-do person, a Munsif ( village officer ) of the village, possessing more than Ten Acres of agricultural Wet land and own house . Father’s desire to see his son flower into a top man turned a new leaf in Seshendra’s life. Seshendra’s father admitted him for B.A. Graduation course in Andhra Christian College in Guntur. Incidentally, Seshendra’s Family Sir Name and this town’s name are one and the same. This is a turning point in the budding poet’s journey. Seshendra got significant exposure to the Western World, particularly to the Western Literature. The makings of a Visionary Poet germinated in him in this Alma Mater. His journey of poetry started with Translation of Mathew Arnold’s “Sohrab and Rustum “ , a long poem , which Seshendra translated into Telugu in Metrical poetry with accomplished finesse . This trend eventually blossomed and Seshendra emerged as an Epic – Poet. His My Country – My People : Modern Indian Epic is observed by learned critics as a land mark in modern poetry ranking it on par with T.S. Eliot’s Waste Land . This long poem was nominated for Nobel Prize in 2004. His subsequent works Gorilla, Turned into water and fled away, Ocean is my name – long poems were reviewed in scholarly strain.
Seshendra’s desire to perform in films took him to Madras, today’s Chennai in Tamil Nadu. In Madras he formally joined B.L. Course with Madras Law College. And was developing contacts in the Telugu Cinema Circles and was working as a freelance journalist. He used to translate articles into Telugu for Janavani , a popular weekly of those times whose editor was Tapi Dharma Rao , a towering personality of Telugu Literature. This facet of journalism of his personality rose to its full heights in 90s. When Soviet Union collapsed he wrote a series of articles in Telugu as well as in English decrying the west’s sinister plot, villainous machinations to pull down Communist Regimes. He sang odes / Laurels to communism and expressed in aggressive tone and style that communism will never die. It remains in the genes of oppressed peoples of the world for ever. Perhaps Seshendra is the only poet from the Indian Subcontinent to pen Anti – Imperialist essays during those times. He completed his Law course but his desire to act in films remained unfulfilled. Seshendra’s Classmates at his Alma Mater, A.C.College, Guntur, N.T.Rama Rao and Kongara Jaggaiah became popular actors of Telugu Cinema. N.T.R became an all time super –hero. Seshendra’s father and maternal uncle forcibly brought him back from Madras, and with the good offices of native Member of Parliament put him in Government service as Deputy Panchayat Officer. In due course of time, on deputation, joined Municipal Administration Department and worked as Municipal Commissioner in all Major cities and towns of Andhra Pradesh. With the result he got wide exposure to conditions of social life of his times. He obtained personal acquaintance of Common Man’s life and his travails. This enriched his vision of life and literature a great deal.
With Seshendra Poetry and Poetics are Siamese Twins. He penned works of Literary Criticism both on classical and contemporary poetry. Sahitya Kaumudi (Telugu ) and his bi-lingual book “ the ARC of Blood : My Note Book “ illustrate this point. His Research work on Valmiki’s Ramayana , Shodasi : Secrets of The Ramayana , questions the very foundations of centuries old assumptions. Seshendra, based on scientific research citing from the original text of Valmiki and Vedas, reveals that The Ramayana is not just story of Rama told in enchanting poetry , But the Sage wrote the epic to spread Kundalini Yoga among the masses of his era. His observations that the concepts of Vishnu and Reincarnation were non –existent during Valmiki’s Epoch constitute a revolt against centuries old beliefs. Sita is the central character of The Ramayana and she is Kundalini Shakti / Adi Para Shakthi . During that era temples and prayers were nonexistent. This hits directly at the very foundation of Temple System.
His Kavisena Manifesto , is a noteworthy work on Modern Poetics. In this work, he compiles cogently definitions of poetry cutting across centuries and countries and writes scintillating commentary. This Manifesto of Modern Poetry is a sort of Wikipedia page of world poetry. Seshendra, finally concludes that poetry is emotions and feelings skilfully garbed in unusual diction, and poetry is a way of life.
Discerning scholars critics and academics are of intrinsic opinion that T.S.Eliot ,Archibald MacLeish and Seshendra Sharma are trinity of world poetry and Poetics.
But this Scholar – poet of 20th century is an unsung and unwept genius of his times.
Prime Minister of India honoured Seshendra with Gold Medal in Sahitya Akademi ( India ) Golden Jubilee celebrations and Chief Minister of AP honoured him with Hansa Literary Award on the eve of UGADI , Telugu New Year Day in 2005 .
In one of his poems he says fragrance of stars is calling me. Seshendra left this world and vanished into fragrance of galaxies on May 30, 2007.
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GunturuSeshendraSarma: an extraordinary poet-scholar
One of the ironies in literature is that
he came to be known more as a critic than a poet
HYDERABAD: An era of scholastic excellence and poetic grandeur has come to an end in the passing away of GunturuSeshendraSarma, one of the foremost poets and critics in Telugu literature. His mastery over western literature and Indian `AlankaraSastra' gave his works a stunning imagery, unparalleled in modern Indian works. One of the ironies in literature is that he came to be known more as a critic than a poet. The Central SahityaAkademi award was conferred on him for his work `KaalaRekha' and not for his poetic excellence. The genius in him made him explore `Kundalini Yoga' in his treatise on Ramayana in `Shodasi' convincingly. His intellectual quest further made him probe `NaishadhaKaavya' in the backdrop of `LalitaSahasraNaamavali', `SoundaryaLahari' and `Kama Kala Vilasam' in `SwarnaHamsa', Seshendra saw the entire universe as a storehouse of images and signs to which imagination was to make value-addition. Like Stephene Mallarme who was considered a prophet of symbolism in French literature, SeshendraSarma too believed that art alone would survive in the universe along with poetry. He believed that the main vocation of human beings was to be artists and poets. His `Kavisena Manifesto' gave a new direction to modern criticism making it a landmark work in poetics. Telugus would rue the intellectual impoverishment they suffered in maintaining a `distance' from him. Seshendra could have given us more, but we did not deserve it! The denial of the Jnanpeeth Award to him proves it
The Hindu
India's National Newspaper
Friday, Jun 01, 2007
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Pardon Me Father!
I could not rescue him from the clutches of that nymphomaniac and vampire. There may be an exception or two but an average Indian woman desires from the depths of her soul that her husband should live long and she should pass away before him. She performs prayers and fasts on auspicious days for this purpose. She in spite of being 3years elder to him did away with my father in a planned and premeditated manner and I was a silent and helpless witness to it. He suffered 1st Heart attack in November 1997. Cardiologists performed angiogram and advised open heart surgery. Because there were blocks in vessels and one valve was damaged. But she successfully thwarted it and without my knowledge or informing any one got angioplasty done in Mediciti (Hyderabad: AP; India) her plan was to do away with him and live long, and establish herself as his wife through his books. He was succumbing to her blackmail. My overwhelming hunch is that she was threatening him with social insult and humiliation if he parts ways with her.
Between 1997-2007, she played football with his body. He used to be hospitalized every now and then with swollen body and heart pain. Because of damaged valve pumping was impaired and water used to accumulate in the system. Every time I used to force her to hospitalize him. He used be in ICCU for a couple of days and recover marginally. After each visit to hospital he was getting debilitated gradually. He was put on wheel chair. He was virtually under house arrest. He was not allowed to speak to friends and family members. Visitors were kept away. He was taking Lasix (Tablet: is a diuretic that is used to treat fluid accumulation, caused by heart failure, cirrhosis, chronic kidney failure, and nephrotic syndrome.) to flush out water accumulated in his body. This creates a painful dilemma in me whether my interference in his health matters was just. As his son it was my moral duty to protect him. But I sometimes feel if I were not to interfere she would have put him to death long ago and thus he would have escaped from physical and mental torture quite early.
Towards perhaps end of the month of March she withdrew medication. He got swollen suddenly and that condition continued till the last day i.e. 30th may 2007. Each time I visited I used to tell that witch to take him to hospital. But after a couple of visits I got convinced that she made up her mind this time to do away with him. I requested a bastard who was feigning to be a friend of mine, who incidentally happens to be a legal luminary of this region to send a doctor friend to that place and ascertain the exact condition of his health. But of no avail.
I kept on telling him to come out of that place and lead a normal and healthy life. Her blackmail gained an upper hand and I lost in my efforts to restore health to him and bring him back to civilized society. O God pardon me for not being able to outmanoeuvre her machinations. Pardon me father.
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Who Are The Legal Heirs of Seshendra Sharma ?
DISCLAIMER
The literary world is aware that my father Gunturu Seshendra Sharma, eminent poet, litterateur and scholar-critic, died on 30th may 2007. Ever since he expired, there has been no mention of his parents, family members and other personal details in the news and in the articles about him. Not only this, fictional lies are being spread and using money power one shady lady is being propagated as his wife and so on. This has been causing me, as his son, a great mental agony. That is why, through this article, I am revealing certain fundamental truths to the literary field of this country and the civilized society. I appeal to your conscience to uphold truth, justice and values of our composite culture.
Seshendra Sharma's family members are: Parents: Subrahmanyam Sharma, Ammaayamma- Wife: Janaki Daughters: Vasundhara, Revathi, Sons: Vanamali, Saatyaki. Only these two are legal heirs of Seshendra Sharma, socially and morally too.
Street Play and Circus: In 1972, away from the civilized society, without the knowledge of parents and near and dear, in a far flung village called Halebeed in Karnataka a circus, a street play was staged. Let me make it clear that even after this street play my father did not divorce my mother Mrs.G.Janaki legally. He never had even a faint intention of committing such an uncivilized act. On the contrary, in all crucial Government documents he nominated my mother as his legal heir from time to time. During his long career as Municipal Commissioner with The Government of Andhra Pradesh, he retired 3 times. His first retirement came in 1975 by way of compulsory retirement for his anti establishment writings during Mrs. Gandhi's' emergency. His second retirement came in 1983 when the then new chief minister N.T. Rama Rao's government reduced the age of service from 58 to 55 years. The third and final retirement in the year 1985 on attaining 58 years of age. On all these occasions, in all the government documents, my father Seshendra Sharma nominated my mother Mrs. Janaki as his legal heir. This is precisely why the self contradictory 'second marriage' is a circus enacted away from the society and Law does not recognize this type of street plays as marriage.
Lakshmi Parvathi in literature
N.T. Rama Rao, actor turned politician married Ms. Lakshimi Parvathi in 1994 and subsequently in January 1995 he came to power for the second time. She used to act as an extra constitutional power and run the matters of government and the party. She developed her own coterie of cohorts and started dominating the party. After NTR was toppled by his own son- in-law, most of them parted ways with her. And the remaining touts left her for good the day NTR breathed his last. Ms.Indira Dhanrajgir has been playing the same role in Telugu literature over a period of more than 3 decades. In the guise of literature she developed her own coterie of lumpens with extra literary and money mongering elements - Tangirala Subba Rao, Velichala Kondala RAo(Editor:Jayanthi) Cheekolu Sundarayya(A.G.'s Office, Hyderabad et al).
There are a couple[ of dissimilarities between these two instances. After the demise of NTR, L.P's coterie of cohorts disappeared once and for all. Whereas, in Indira Dhanrajgir's case new lumpens are entering the field with the passage of time. Squandering her late father's wealth, she is roping in new touts. Since NTR's wife Basava Tarakam passed away in 1984 and since he was old and sick NTR's marriage with LP has ethical basis and is legal completely. Whereas I.D's is neither ethical nor legal. Hence it is a street play. This is the reason why after my father's death she has been spending money on a larger scale and indulging in false publicity and propaganda. Bh. Krishna Murthy, Sadasiva Sharma (The then Editor of Andhra Prabha:Telugu Daily, presently with Hindi Milap) Chandrasekhara Rao(Telugu lecturer: Methodist Degree College) etc. are indulging in all sorts of heinous acts to prop up I.D as my father's wife.
My father passed away on 30 May 2007. When our family was in grief and I was performing the 11 day ritual as per my mother's wish, the above mentioned Sadasiva Sharma went to Municipal Office on 4th June, created ruckus, played havoc telling them that he is from the Prime Minister's Office , мейд some 'senior officials' make phone calls to the officials concerned and got my father's death certificate forcibly issued. When the entire family was mourning the death of the family head, a stranger and a lumpen S.S -Why did he collect my father's death certificate forcibly from the municipal authorities? Whom did he collect it for?
THREE NAMES OF THE SAME PERSON IN 3 DECADES
This is perhaps for the first time that the name of a lady appears in 3 forms at a time. Perhaps in 1970, in my father's collection of poems"PAKSHULU her name appeared As Rajkumari Indira Devi Dhanrajgir. In 2006 she published a fake version of Kamaostav(Rewritten by a muffian Called Chandrasekhara Rao) . In this book her name appears as R.I.D.D. Prior to 1970 in Maqdoom Mohiuddeen's(Renowned Urdu Poet) anthology of poetry 'Bisath -E-Raks', in Urdu as well as Hindi , at the end of two poems her name appears as Kumari Indira Dhanrajgir. On 15th June 2007 A.P state cultural affairs department and Telugu University jointly held my father's memorial meeting. I.D hijacked this meeting by issuing her own commercial advertisements in English and Telugu dailies. In these advertisements her name appeared as Smt. Indira Devi Seshendra Sharma and again in the commercial public notices мейд by her in the month of November 2007her name appeared as Rajkumari devi etc. Why does her name appear in different forms on different occasions? Will I.D explain? Will Sadasiva Sharma clarify, who forcibly took my father's death certificate after four days of his death? Or will Bh.Krishna Murthy clarify?
If I.D has even an iota of regard, respect for or faith in love, or relation, the institution of marriage, immediately after'Halebeed Circus', she would have used my father's family sir name and her name would have appeared as Gunturu Indira. Since she was conscious of her goal during all times and conditions she did not take such a hasty and mindless step of change of her name.
WHERE DOES THE REAL SECRET LIE? Her life is totally illegal, anti-social and immoral. I.D's father performed her marriage with SRikishenSeth, Nephew of the then Prime minister to Nizam, Maharaja Kishen pershad in 1945. On the day of marriage itself I.D beat SrikeshenSeth up and ran away from him. She did not stop at that. She propagated among his friends and relatives and near and dear that he was not enough of a man and unfit for conjugal/ marital life. She filed a divorce case against him and dragged it till 1969/70. Lion's share of her husband's life got evaporated and was sapped completely by then. His parents used to approach I.D's father and plead with him to prevail upon his daughter, put sense into her head and see that she either lives with their son or dissolves the marriage legally so that they can remarry off their son. But I.D did not heed. Raja Dhanrajgir after getting disgusted with her nasty activities stipulated a mandatory condition in his will. He stated that I.D would be entitled to get a share of his property only if she is married.
This is the reason why ID who has no respect for the institution of marriage or regard or desire for marital life , in the guise of love and love poetry inflicted indelible blemish on the institution of marriage which is unprecedented in the literary history of the world. After my father's death she has been indulging in more rigorous false publicity along with her coterie of touts.
KAMOSTAV:STORY OF ID'S SOUL:
With this novel Kamostav, father's literary life came to an end for good. He did not produce literary works worth mentioning in his later phase of life. During those days he asked for my opinion on that novel. I told him clearly that it lacks the form and content of a novel- it does not have a story line, plot, sequences, characters and eventually a message which every novel gives. Hence it is a trash. Several people went to court and got its publication in a weekly stopped. ID got this very trash rewritten completely by Chandrasekhara Rao and printed it. This kind of heinous development has never taken place in the recorded history of Telugu literature till date. A writing which brought disrepute to my father in the literary field and isolated him in the society, why did she get it rewritten by somebody and publish it claiming copyright to be hers? What is her motive? What is her aim? That is why Kamotsav is ID's biography, story of her inner soul.
SESHENDRA'S COPYRIGHTS:
My father gifted away copyrights of his entire works along with their translations to me by way of birth day gift to me on 2.12.1989. Since then I have published several of his works during his lifetime itself. Kamostav, the version that is secretly мейд available is the dirty work of cheapsters and lumpens under the leadership of ID. It is much worse than violation of copyrights. That is the reason why I have been reluctant to take action so far. If she and her debased henchmen try to violate copyrights of my father's works bequeathed to me, I shall take exemplary legal action against them.
ID мейд 2 public notices to the effect that my father cancelled all his earlier transfer of copyrights and retransferred all his rights to her. This is a palace intrigue in the modern era in our civilized society.
WHAT DOES LAW SAY ABOUT COPYRIGHTS?
An author can transfer copyrights of his works to any one as per her/his wish. But the Copyrights Act 1957 and the Supreme Court in its various judgments has clearly stipulated a procedure to revoke earlier assignment and transferring of copyrights to somebody else subsequently. The author has to issue a notice to the 1st assignee, giving 6 months time for reply. Depending on the reply the author can take his next step. Where as in my father's copyrights matter he did not even inform me orally of any such cancellation. ID claims that she has a typed document of transfer of copyrights signed by my father on 5.1.2006. Between 5.1.2006 and 30.5.2007, leave alone issuing a notice, he did not even inform me orally.
My father who assigned copyrights to me in his own handwriting, when he was relatively young and physically fit did not require to cancel the 1st assignment when he was totally dilapidated, almost bedridden and was counting his days. Another important aspect of the matter is that I have printed the Xerox of my father's document in his own works as early as 1995 and have been doing so from time to time during his life time. Where as ID claims to possess a document after my father's death and she has not мейд it public so far. ID tried to get my father's complete works published in different languages by Telugu University (Hyderabad: A.P: India) by paying them Rs. 6 Lakhs. I approached Telugu University and apprised them of facts. On the advice of legal experts, they stopped this project and returned ID's money to her. It is an incontrovertible fact that ID's document is a forged and fraudulent document which does not stand scrutiny before law. Court shall certainly award her exemplary punishment. In all societies and times literature has been social wealth/public property from time immemorial. It should not be used as a mask to grab share of parental property illegally and unethically. I am committed to this cause/ ideal and appeal to the civilized society to strengthen my hands in this endeavor. ID's younger brother Sri Mahendra Pratapgir is the lone legal heir apparent of that family and keeping him in dark, she is squandering her father's wealth in Telugu literature for her nasty propaganda.
FATHER PASSED AWAY:
In 1997 when he suffered the 1st heart attack he was half-dead. Dr.Sudhakar Reddy, cardiologist of Mediciti Hospitals (Native of Warangal.A.P) performed angiogram and diagnosed that he had blocks in arteries and one valve was damaged completely. He advised open heart surgery. But ID averted it and got angioplasty performed. His health declined rapidly since then and was leading the life of virtually an invalid till he breathed his last. He suffered inexplicable mental and physical torture for about a decade. During the last leg of his journey he was isolated from his family completely. He was deserted by one and all in the literary field. When his younger brother passed away, his younger sister passed away he did not visit his ancestral home in his village and call on those families. He became target of jealousy and animosity in the society. He became a victim of false impression with the society that he was an aristocrat and rolling in luxuries. Whereas, he was deprived of even his native vegetarian food for decades together. As a silent and helpless witness to these painful happenings, I was subject to untold mental agony.
In the later half of March 2007 on one of my visits to him, I was aghast at his condition. His entire body was swollen. His appearance was like that of a stuffed gunny bag. I told him to get hospitalized. I told ID to rush him to a hospital. But of no avail. On 30th may 2007 at about 11 pm I got a phone call from her" Come soon/Serious" she said. As I entered at 11.15 pm "Go inside/he is no more' she said.
* * One day when swarms of lamps vanish, in the light of a lonely lamp I ask the dumb pillars "Can't you liberate me from the disgust of this existence? I ask those stand still forest flame trees
which blossom flowers at that very place year after year
"can't you rescue me?
I ask those high roof tops and this Venetian furniture
which every one feels are greater than me, "can't you rescue me from the disgust of this existence?" All these answer in a melancholic voice "We have been languishing since more than 100 years watching the same unchanging scenes we are older prisoners than you are" (Janavamsham: Telugu: Seshendra: Page 80-81:1993: Translated by me)
My father's first biography (in Hindi) titled "Rashtrendu Seshendra: Ashesh Aayaam" by Dr.Vishranth Vasishth appeared in 1994. Touching upon these very sensitive aspects of my father's life he commented in that book"SONE KE PINJRE ME PANCHCHI" (A bird in a golden cage). Alarmed and agonized by his rapidly declining health, as early as June 2002, in order to bring pressure on ID, I gave a 2 cassettes long interview to Vijayaviharam of Janaharsha group. Later on when I enquired about that interview they said that in the raids conducted on their premises, they got destroyed.
I wanted to rescue my father and bring him back home when he was in good health. Alas! At last, I took him to the burial ground, laid him on the funeral pyre and consigned him to flames and returned home all alone.
G.Satyaki S/o Late.G.Seshendra Sharma
Hyderabad.T.S.INDIA
saatyaki@gmail.com
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గుంటూరు శేషేంద శర్మ
ఆయన రూపం సుందరం, మాట మధురం, కవిత్వం రసభరితం. అలంకారశాస్త్రాలను ఔపోసన పట్టిన పండితుడు. మంచి వక్త, వ్యాసం, విమర్శ.. ఏది రాసినా ఆయన ముద్ర ప్రస్ఫుటం. ఆయనది విశ్వమానవదృష్టి. పాన పీన ఆహార విహారాల నుంచి నిత్యనైమిత్తిక కార్యాచరణలు, ఆలోచనలు... అన్నింటా ఆయన సంప్రదాయ, ఆధునిక తత్వాల మేళవింపు. 'సర్వేజనా స్సుఖినోభవంతు' అన్నది ఆయన ఆత్మనినాదం, ఘోషం. ఆత్మీయులకూ, అభిమానులకూ ఆయన శేషేన్, శేషేంద్ర. అటూ ఇటూ బంధుత్వాలను తగిలిస్తే ఆయన పేరు గుంటూరు శేషేంద్ర శర్మ..........
- ఆంధ్రప్రభ సచిత్ర వారపత్రిక,
(21 ఆగస్టు, 2000)
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పుట్టిన ఊరు నెల్లూరు జిల్లా ఉదయగిరి తాలూకా నాగరాజుపాడు.
భారత ప్రభుత్వ ‘రాష్ట్రేంద్రు’ బిరుదం, కలకత్తా రాష్ట్రీయ హిందీ అకాడమీ అవార్డు, కేంద్ర సాహిత్య అకాడమీ అవార్డు, తెలుగు విశ్వవిద్యాలయం గౌరవ డాక్టరేటు ముఖ్య పురస్కారాలు.
గుంటూరు ఎ.సి. కాలేజీ నుంచి పట్టభద్రులు. మద్రాసు లా కాలేజీ నుంచి ‘లా’ డిగ్రీ. ఆంధ్రప్రదేశ్ ప్రభుత్వంలో మున్సిపల్ కమీషనరుగా పనిచేసి, పదవీ విరమణ వేశారు.
నా దేశం - నా ప్రజలు, మండే సూర్యుడు, గొరిల్లా, సముద్రం నా పేరు, కవిసేన మేనిఫెస్టో, రక్తరేఖ, స్వర్ణహంస, కాలరేఖ, షోడశి, ఆధునిక మహాభారతం, జనవంశమ్ ప్రధాన రచనలు.
కవిత్వంలో, సాహిత్య విమర్శలో విలక్షుణులు.
ప్రపంచ సాహిత్యం మీద, భారతీయ సాహిత్యం మీద సాధికారిక పరిచయం.
సంస్కృత, ఆంధ్ర, ఆంగ్ల భాషల్లో పండితులు,
వచన కవిత్వం, పద్యరచన - రెండిరటి సమాన ప్రతిభావంతులు, ఆధునిక కవిత్వంలో విలక్షణ ఊహాశాలిత ఈయన ప్రత్యేకత.
వచన కవిత్వానికి ఒక కొత్త వాకిలి తెరిచిన స్వతంత్రులు.
బహిరంతర ప్రకృతులకు తమ రచన ద్వారా వ్యాఖ్యానం పలికిన దార్శనిక కవి.
ఒకానొక శైలీ నిర్మాత.
- యువ నుంచి యువ దాకా (కవితాసంకలనం)
అ.జో. - వి. భొ. ప్రచురణలు 1999
Seshendra : Visionary Poet of the Millennium
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Starring Richard Garland, Pamela Duncan, Russell Johnson, Leslie Bradley, Mel Welles, and Ed Nelson. Directed by Roger Corman.
ATTACK OF THE CRAB MONSTERS is one of a handful of B films that Roger Corman did for Allied Artists when he wasn't churning 'em out for Nicholson and Arkoff at AIP. It also happens to be one of his most beloved 50s monster efforts. Frequent collaborator Charles Griffith concocted the script and strays from the abundant humor present in LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS and CREATURE FROM THE HAUNTED SEA, playing it straight this time (that is if you can accept a giant talking crab as serious). Griffith also appears in the film (he gets decapitated early on) and directed some underwater scenes.
A group of scientists find themselves marooned on a nuclear-affected atoll in the Pacific where they have come searching for members of a previous expedition. After doing some research, they learn that the other scientists were eaten by giant mutated land crabs, and that these creatures have also absorbed their minds. The menacing crustaceans begin to snack on this new set of guests, using telepathy (articulating with the voices of the person they just devoured) in order to summon their next victim.
Like all of the early Corman films, this was made on shoestring but was reportedly his highest grosser up until that time. It's a tight 60+ minute effort with very little time for chat, and the giant crabs don't look too bad at all in comparison with other 50s sleaze creatures. The film boasts a classic Corman stock ensemble: Richard Garland (PANIC IN YEAR ZERO) and Pamela Duncan (THE UNDEAD) are the heroic love interests, the vastly underrated Russell Johnson (still years away from "Gilligan's Island") is a life-saving technician, Mel Welles and Leslie Bradley are scientists with accents (you haven't lived until you've heard a giant crab speak with Welles' Mushnik persona, and Beach Dickerson and Ed Nelson are in there as well. Nelson also operated the crab and legend has it that Jack Nicholson did as well!
ATTACK OF THE CRAB MONSTERS has been released on DVD by Allied Artists Classics, a company whose legitimacy is still in question. Previously released on VHS, they utilize the same substandard transfer and it fairs no better on the digital format. The full frame black and white image is looks generations down in quality, with nonexistent black levels and video tape dropouts during the start of the show. The print source is in decent shape, but the overall appearance is dark and dingy. Sound quality is OK, if you can get past some hiss. This would be fine if this was an under-$10 budget release, but this baby retails for about $25! If you're willing to shell out the bucks, the quality is acceptable and this title is essential to any 50s monster movie buff's collection. Also included is the original trailer and a still gallery
A group of scientists travel to a remote island to study the effects of nuclear weapons tests, only to get stranded when their airplane explodes. The team soon discovers that the island has been taken over by crabs that have mutated into enormous, intelligent monsters. To add to their problems, the island is slowly sinking into the ocean. Will any of them manage to escape?