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We found Andrew Linn drifting around in the almost nonexistent breeze in his Puddle Goose, using plans from Michael Storer as inspiration, but adding significant personal touches.
First shots with Sony DSC-HX200V using panorama setting. Camera auto stitches five frames.
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
Russian infantry training with flamethrower sappers.
It is not clear if the flamethrower is a static or portable model. In the center of the photo, sappers in heavy fireproof suits can be seen.
They appear to be waiting to take turns at the flamethrower; one is seen running to the right.
The flameproof overalls were copies of the British Suit, Anti-liquid Fire, Pattern 3023/1918.
Photos of Russian flamethrower sappers in action are virtually nonexistent.
Dylan next to the Apollo 11 (?) command module at the Air & Space Museum in Washington DC. May have been a Gemini capsule -- memory imperfect, notes nonexistent
On the Greenbush Line.
So why is this station called a "junction" when there's only 1 line here? And why is it called Nantasket (old name for the town of Hull) when it's located in Hingham? "Nantasket Junction" is the historic name for this station when it was on the Old Colony RR (and later the NY, NH & H RR Old Colony division.) It was a junction of the Boston-Scituate line (same one as the current Greenbush line) and the now-nonexistent Nantasket Line that went from here to Pemberton Point at the northern tip of Hull.
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.
Stopped by the "Store Closing" sale last weekend. This store was depressing even before Sears announced it was closing. It's only worse now.
The sale just began, so the discounts were still pretty weak on most everything, and almost nonexistent (10%) on things like appliances and tools. Don't bother....
On the road to Cut Spring, after the Dome Fire. View is looking southeast toward Kessler Peak and the Ivanpah Mountains. In the foreground is a mostly incinerated landscape of Joshua trees (Yucca brevifolia jaegeriana), Mojave Yucca (Yucca schidigera), Buckhorn Cholla (Cylindropuntia acanthocarpa), and Banana Yucca (Yucca baccata) with poor to nonexistent chances of ever returning to its former state. Time will tell.
Day 16: After falling into a pattern of taking photos of things in and around the house, I was determined to make today's shot something outdoors. Since Sunday is the day my coed recreational softball team plays, I took my camera to the field looking for something to capture. After the softball game, we stayed at the park to test out a friend's new portable commercial grill. We had tacos with three types of meat (carne asada, al pastor, and chicken) and several varieties of salsa. Luckily for me, as we were enjoying our tacos just before sunset, the skies over our field turned a pretty reddish-orange shade. Unfortunately, I took dozens of shots but was not quite able to capture the real-life beauty of the sky. After initially failing to get the shot right in post-processing, I uploaded an SOOC shot. After doing so, I couldn't shake my unsatisfied feeling, so I spent a couple of hours with Lightroom 3 tutorials and getting to know the software better. This updated photo represents my best attempt to salvage my shot.
P.S. I've only been using Lightroom 3 for a month. I'm a total newbie to serious photo-editing software. In that sense, this project is allowing me the opportunity to develop my almost nonexistent post-processing and photo-editing skills.
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I saw my first-of-year Bluebird just 9 days ago, but didn’t get any decent photos. Today however, I found at least 4 birds and got within photo range more than once. With this nearly nonexistent winter, I have to keep reminding myself that it’s still February and not April. Hennepin County, MN 02/21/24
Carpenter bees (the genus Xylocopa in the subfamily Xylocopinae) are large, hairy bees distributed worldwide. There are some 500 species of carpenter bee in 31 subgenera.[1] Their name comes from the fact that nearly all species build their nests in burrows in dead wood, bamboo, or structural timbers (except those in the subgenus Proxylocopa, which nest in the ground). Members of the related tribe Ceratinini are sometimes referred to as "small carpenter bees".
In several species, the females live alongside their own daughters or sisters, creating a sort of social group. They use wood bits to form partitions between the cells in the nest. A few species bore holes in wood dwellings. Since the tunnels are near the surface, structural damage is generally minor or nonexistent.
Carpenter bees can be important pollinators on open-faced flowers, even obligate pollinators on some, such as the Maypop (Passiflora incarnata), though many species are also known to "rob" nectar by slitting the sides of flowers with deep corollas.
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.
Though American top ace Richard Bong flew several P-38s--some named and some not--most of his 40 kills were flown in P-38L 44-532236, named "Marge" in honor of his fiancee (and later wife), Marge Vattendahl. Bong had the name on his P-38 for that time period, though I've heard conflicting reports on whether or not Marge's portrait was on the aircraft the whole time, or it was added later as a public relations tool. (A similar thing happened to Erich Hartmann, who is often photographed with the kill score on his rudder--but according to Hartmann, he never flew with the score operationally, as "the Russians hated me enough already.") Certainly no one would've begrudged Bong for having her portrait--Marge was a very attractive woman!
This P-38 is not the real "Marge," which is believed to have been wrecked or scrapped soon after the war's end. (Though Bong was killed on August 6, 1945, he was flying a P-80 at the time.) This is 44-53087, a former P-38M that did see brief combat in 1945, before becoming a warbird after World War II and ending up in the EAA AirVenture Museum in 1981. I photographed this version of "Marge" in 2018 when we visited Oshkosh. It's marked with 24 of Bong's kills, so this is how "Marge" would've looked around late 1944.
Somewhere on the train ride from Kandy to Haputale. Communication was almost nonexistent and only nonverbal, but I really think they wanted to have a photo taken. Bit shaky because there wasn't much light :-/ (I added some brightness with gimp...)
And unfortunately we didn't manage to get a written address where to send it to....
Very cool house but fugly outside, no garage or driveway. Unclear if it's properly heated or insulated, it was 45 degrees in there and we want to go for a second tour when the heat is on. This is the huge dining room, pillars to the left lead to similarly enormous living room w/ tiny weird carpeted "office" room (barely big enough to hold a toy chest and a chair.
I don't know, this place has other issues. Upstairs bedrooms have short ceilings (like 7 feet instead of 8, but you feel squished) and crappy/nonexistent closets. Carpet upstairs needs replacing. We wouldn't get approved for a loan until a banister is put in on the stairs. There is no driveway, no garage. No basement for storage, but we could easily use an extra upstairs bedroom for storage, like we do now. Exterior could be painted from its hideous mustard color to be a bit more palatable. Yard is wet, mossy and dark, not suited for gardening, can't do much about that.
HELP!! The label says this is from Tsumeb, where pyromorphite has been noted once or twice, but is thought to be almost nonexistent. Does anyone have any thoughts on what those brown transparent crystals might be?
This fighter doesn't exist. It has an ejectable seat, flick fire missiles and other missiles. I know, lots of missiles, here's a video of it: www.youtube.com/watch?v=hd5H6bZNybU
This Mustang convertible will be a major undertaking to restore. The floor pans were mostly nonexistent. There was no instrument cluster or dash in the car. Amazingly, at the end of the show, it was started and driven, hopefully to a trailer, leaving the aroma of stale gas being burned.
Naysayers claim that public transportation in Florida is almost nonexistent, but the PSTA begs to differ.
US 19 at 118th/Bryan Dairy, Pinellas Park.
'Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”'
~ Jim Jarmusch
Sculpture Trouvée, Gersloot
This slideshows star is a field of barley or wheat and Tara hill in the background. Its in Coolgreany, Gorey, County Wexford, Ireland. I walk by this most days with my dog. Its made up of about 60 photos thoughout the seasons. Music is a free download from YouTube called "Where Silence is Nonexistent - A Himitsu" to help pass the time.
Used my Huawei p30 for the photos.
There's a lot disturbing about the current era of American history, but one of the most troublesome trends is the seeming increase in the number of people who claim willingness to take arms against the government in some sort of full-scale rebellion. These people illustrate the adage about not knowing history. They'd do well to educate themselves about what happened during the winter of 1777-1778, when a bunch of disorganized yahoos who'd gotten themselves in the middle of a war decided to hole up at Valley Forge, Pennsylvania. (Of course, the yahoos would eventually win that war, in part because they weren't going up against people with missiles and F-22s.)
A Patriotic American would likely take umbrage at my description of George Washington's Continental Army as "disorganized yahoos," but it doesn't take a very close read of history to see that this is exactly what they were. They'd emerged as a fighting force from numerous bands of colonial militias made up largely of local weekend warrior types, men who had day jobs but stood ready to play soldier after-hours if they needed to defend their specific corner of their specific colony. But the militias of Massachusetts had performed well enough when fighting broke out at Lexington and Concord in April of 1775 that in June the Continental Congress in Philadelphia stopped arguing about things long enough to turn them into an actual army. They did this mostly by saying, "Hey, militia guys! You're an army now." They didn't really add any money for training or equipment or anything, because despite our affection for the phrase, "Freedom isn't free," Americans have a long tradition of not wanting to pay for anything.
The Patriots fought through the winter of early 1776 and into the spring and summer. They crossed the Delaware River near Trenton in December, 1776, and spent that winter camped in Morristown, New Jersey. They fought again through the summer and fall of 1777, when they lost Philadelphia to the British. Then winter came on strong, and Washington's army was forced to settle down in about as unreasonable a place as they could find. Washington put them atop a couple of forested hills near the site of an old iron forge, and they set about building what shelter they could.
Of course, they'd been running around New Jersey and Pennsylvania now for a year and a half, and they were tired and worn. Their gear was falling apart. Their clothes were shredded, and only a third of them had shoes. Supply lines were tenuous, and there wasn't much supply to send anyway, so they lived mostly on flour and water paste. Starvation and disease ran rampant through the camp. Morale was nonexistent, and desertions were common. Of 12,000 soldiers who camped at Valley Forge that winter, 2,500 would never see the spring.
The line for the Main Bar is always long, but the line for the Front Bar is nonexistent. Really people?
UPDATE: The store that housed this exhibt was burned down. Google The Wilde Collection, Houston TX to read the story. The child mortality rate in Victorian England was high; with a quarter of babies dying before their first birthday. For a select few, the ritual of séance became the only method of extending their cruelly short parenthood. Out of all spirit contact, child spirits were the most difficult to engage. With a limited or nonexistent vocabulary, conventional methods such as talking boards were not feasible. The child spirit was no different than a living child; shy and scared of initial interaction with unknown adults. New methods had to be devised to lure child spirits into the circle so that they could, once again, be reunited with their bereaved parents. Due to this problem, Hungarian spiritualist, Ciprian Zaharie, felt compelled to create an unusual and never before devised method for child spirit communication: the Christening Doll.
Many in contemporary society would see this as morbid, during Victorian times, Zaharie’s Christening Doll was one of the most sought after gift for the new mother. The doll would be given to the mother bald, with no eyes or teeth. Once the baby arrived and the new mother saw their eye color, she would take it to the doll maker where they will install the eye color to match her child’s. Once the child got their first haircut, the mother would again take it back to the doll maker for them to root the baby’s hair into the dolls head. The same was repeated when the baby lost their baby teeth. Inside the doll, was a tin compartment where the mother would place the physical nine month mother child attachment: the umbilical cord. This process was to give the Christening Doll, as much likeness and energy of the child, much like voodoo dolls.
Every day, the new mother would set aside a special time of the day for the baby to play with the doll and no other toy. As a child becomes attached to a toy in life, it can equally become as attached in death. Scheduling playtime with the doll would ensure that it would become the child’s favorite toy and they would, more easily be attracted to play with it even after their untimely death.
Yorgui Teyrouz is a pharmacy student at the Lebanese American
University. He’s been a scout for 15 years. He also served in the Red
Cross in 2003 for a year.
Yorgui is the founder of Donner Sang Compter (DSC), and he has
been working to better the blood donation cause in Lebanon for the
past 5 years. Lebanon lacks a national blood bank, or any public
blood donation service and awareness about the importance of
voluntary blood donation is often nonexistent. DSC is composed of
young volunteers from various social and professional backgrounds.
Their job is to raise awareness about voluntary blood donation
across the Lebanese territory: from schools and universities, to
churches and mosques, to movie theatres and even nightclubs.
Along with awakening young people to the vital importance of the
selfless act itself, DSC is encouraging them to become voluntary
blood donors. The service is completely free of charge and relies
solely on the registered donors’ selfless efforts to help save a life.
When he’s not donating blood, running his NGO or studying, Yorgui
goes camping and loves to discover new places in Lebanon. His
activities are all about friends and team sports. Reggae music keeps
him smiling and is a part of his daily life.
Suspended Animation Classic #350
Originally published September 3, 1995 (#35)
(Dates are approximate)
The X Files; Los Omnipotents
By Michael Vance
The silliness called Psychobabble is psychology based on faulty or nonexistent science. Now, there’s a new babble in town.
A confusion of myths from Atlantis to Zulus with wings – our metaphysical beliefs from all times and nations – that I now label metababble is hot.
And metababble is kept in “The X Files”.
Government agents Mulder and Scully investigate metababble on television and in a new comic book. In current issues, they travel to St. Elias, Alaska. Atlantic is buried under the ice there.
In Atlantis, someone has rediscovered that eating a person gives the eater the eaten’s knowledge. This ancient myth of cannibalism is given veracity by the new discovery that all knowledge is stored in human DNA. Adding to the silliness, Aztecs and Toltecs have also become the Lost Tribe of Israel.
This is metababble, fun unless taken seriously.
Taken with a grain of salt is the art of this series. It’s clean, interesting storytelling with one major fault. Neither Scully nor Mulder look like Scully or Mulder.
Also salty is the written word. Stefan Petrucha has done his homework according to a long list of reference materials. He understands that adding layers of myth makes metaphysical confusion almost believable and a fun read.
In addition, unfolding plot, and characterization are intriguing. Much is promised in this half of the two-part “shocker”, “Silent Cities of the Mind”.
But you won’t be shocked. You won’t throw this in the “round” file, either.
Taken with a large grain of salt is the price of “The X Files”, which follows the standard rules of packaging like page count and paper quality. Why is it so high?
#8/22 pages, $2.95 from Topps Comics/writer: Stephan Petrucha; artist: Charles Adlard/available in comics shops, on newsstands, and by mail.
MINIVIEW: “Los Omnipotents” [El Wendigo]. Comics articles and a long, well drawn, futuristic comics drama filled with ugliness and violence. For mature, Spanish reading comics fans.
Day 68 of the 365 Journey. As I drove to work this morning, I looked at thermostat and it read 72 degrees. As it was only 6:30 in the morning, everything screamed SCORCHER! Had there only been a slight breeze it would have made the outrageous heat a tad bit bearable. However as it was, the breeze was nonexistent. After work I rushed home, grabbed the hose, and sprayed myself as if I was one of the puppies trying to avoid overheating. The title was originally “TRIPLE DIGITS”, however something about it just screamed “NIKE AD”. HAHA, so there ya have it!
(DISCLAIMER:Not affiliated with NIKE in any way shape or form)
Tomorrow should be about 10 degrees cooler…..WHEW!
Strobist:
Shutter Speed 2s
Aperture F32
ISO 100
Focal Length – 40mm
White Bal – Auto
Lighting – Flashpoint Monolight 1220 at 2/5 Power with 45’’ Shoot thru Umbrella at at subject 85 Degrees (approx 5ft forward).
1993 Suède Sweden Svezia
Tiens qui est-ce donc ?
Who's that ?
Ma dai, lei è anche lì !!!!!
Escapade en train à Blåhammaren, dans le nord de la Suède, près de la frontier norvégienne.
Il est conseillé de savoir lire une carte et utiliser la boussole, car les sentiers ne sont pas bien marqués et on ne rencontre quasi personne ... le temps peut aussi changer brusquement : en qq minutes on passé de l'été à l'hiver avec de la neige (meme en plein mois de juillet).
Week-end close to the Norwegian border, in the north of Sweden, at Blåhammaren.
It is recommended to be able to read a map and use a compass because the paths are almost nonexistent ... the weather can also change within minutes going from Summer into Winter (with snow mid of July).
Camminata vicina al confine con la Norvegia, a Blåhammaren (2 giorni).
Saper leggere una mappa e utilizzare una bussola è d'obbligo perché i sentieri non si vedono bene. E non c'è molta gente da incontrare ! Subito il meteo può anche cambiare da estate a inverno con neve a metà luglio !
This station in Norton was once a stop on the Taunton Branch Railroad. It's a pretty early station, built in 1853. This station is only 4 miles from where I live if you were to travel along the nonexistent rail line (half that distance is now a bike path) -- it would have been a quick ride even on a slow old steam train. (It's only slightly farther traveling along the roads, but less fun.)
This station has been recently been restored and is now for sale as a private home, asking price $409,000. It has previously held a post office, a glue factory, a bakery, and a bistro (not at the same time...) Its role as a passenger station ended in 1938, although the railroad line continued to exist until 1965.
The real estate ads that I found for this building online do mention that it used to be a train station. I'm not sure why the for sale sign has been pulled out -- according to all the websites, it's currently for sale. Next, I might have to pretend to be a potential buyer so I can get a real estate agent to show me the interior :)
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.
Memory is at once existent and nonexistent. Memories rest in our minds until the time we must recall them. Memories seem solid. KNOWN. But they are so fragile that in a moment they are gone. SHATTERED. They shift with the light that colors events and change as others move into their space. Our friends can only experience our memories from the angle we give them. Memories leave marks in our brains of the stops along our paths -- a mark for each moment -- yet some are so deeply imbedded that we cannot recall them. THEY WAVER, yet we base our lives on our memories.
Stivan, a small settlement on Adriatic Sea island Cres in Kvarner bay, is an almost abandoned place. Incredibly stony ground, almost nonexistent arable soil, not close enough to the sea shore to be of interest for tourists, offers little to survive. Some old fig trees and olive trees and sheep, this is all one can rely on. But it is situated in a great landscape, in an open, rather flat (as the whole south part of the island) Mediterranean landscape, harsh, wind-swept and sunny, with mild spring and autumn climate and hot summers. Yet, 200 years ago men was capable not only to survive here but also to live full lives and to build large stony farmhouses like this one on my pictures. Now it is a ruin worth nothing, defeated by time and overtaken by Wulfen's Spurge (Euphorbia wulfeni).
L to R, per Anna: Erik, Anna's friend, Anna (with butterfly dress), Anna's brother, Toby the dog (on the pink leash), Anna's sister
While sis was bargaining with a hat vendor for a good deal, I strike a "conversation" with this man with my close to nonexistent Spanish. He showed me he was reading an old Western novel. He pointed and complimented on my beautiful "teeth" which I realized maybe he meant my smile. When I asked if I can take picture of him, he gladly put a cigar in his mouth and looked straight into the camera. Most Cubans were really happy to have their pictures taken and weren't shy in front of the camera. I hope they never change.
The crew of this ancient 'boat appear not to be too troubled by the almost nonexistent slipstream acquired at a stately ninety knots. Although originally built (in 1925) with wooden hulls, the 11 Southampton Is were rebuilt as Mk IIs with metal hulls early in the 1930s. Some 60 were used by the RAF in the 1925-1936 era. Many were based at RAF Seletar, Singapore. In addition to the RAF squadrons, some 20 or so Southamptons were sold abroad, including a civil passenger model for Japan.
See also: www.aviastar.org/air/england/supermarine_southampton.php
The Black Swan (Cygnus atratus) is a large waterbird, a species of swan, which breeds mainly in the southeast and southwest regions of Australia. Within Australia they are nomadic, with erratic migration patterns dependent upon climatic conditions. Black Swans are large birds with mostly black plumage and red bills. They are monogamous breeders that share incubation duties and cygnet rearing between the sexes.
The black swan theory or theory of black swan events is a metaphor that describes an event that is a surprise (to the observer), has a major effect, and after the fact is often inappropriately rationalized with the benefit of hindsight. The expression derives from the Old World presumption that all swans must be white because all historical records of swans reported that they had white feathers. In that context, a black swan was impossible or at least nonexistent.
This series of photos shows our cruise ship's journey along the Fiordland coast between Milford Sound and Doubtful Sound, and then our looping route in one entrance to this enormous fiord and out another. The reaction of my fellow passengers to this magnificent New Zealand scenery was, in itself, wonderful to observe.
•Doubtful Sound is a very large and naturally imposing fiord in Fiordland, in the far south west of New Zealand. Doubtful Sound was named 'Doubtful Harbour' in 1770 by Captain Cook, who did not enter the inlet as he was uncertain whether it was navigable under sail. It was later renamed Doubtful Sound by whalers and sealers. There are three distinct arms to the sound, which is the site of several large waterfalls, notably Helena Falls at Deep Cove, and the Browne Falls which have a fall of over 600 metres. The steep hills are known for their hundreds of waterfalls during the rainy season. Access to the sound is either by sea, or by the Wilmot Pass road from the Manapouri Power Station. Most areas of the sound itself are only accessible by sea however, as the road network in this area of New Zealand is sparse or nonexistent, as is the human population. Doubtful Sound is unusual in that it contains two distinct layers of water that scarcely mix. The top few meters is fresh water, fed from the high inflows from the surrounding mountains, and stained brown with tannins from the forest. Below this is a layer of cold, heavy, saline water from the sea. The dark tannins in the fresh water layer makes it difficult for light to penetrate. Thus, many deep-sea species will grow in the comparatively shallow depths of the Sound.
Naturalised parrots Psittacula krameri bird (Ring-necked parakeet) frequent an apartment neighbourhood in the Hague, the Netherlands.
The feeder is hanging on a tree in front of balcony, due to nonexistent yard. The wire ball (actually a lampshade frame) successfully keeps crows off the feeder...but larger birds regularly clean up the waste falling to the ground.
Individual seeds or nuts are much better than mixed bird foods or ready made suet cakes. Keep in mind that food for human consumption of far better quality, cheaper and not moldy. It is not healthy for birds to eat moldy food.
Vacumed shelled unsalted peanuts is a good choice, however it is advisable to
roast raw peanuts (see: www.avianweb.com/feedingwildbirds.html).
Gothic Armor
Date:
late 15th century; extensively restored and completed ca. 1926
Culture:
German and Italian
From the early nineteenth century through about the mid-twentieth century, it was not unusual to restore incomplete armor by combining elements from different armors, making missing pieces out of modern or reused old metal and decorating or redecorating pieces to match as needed. With objects in the Metropolitan Museum’s collection, founding curator of the Arms and Armor Department Bashford Dean took a conservative approach for his day, having his armorers make, add to, or alter only those pieces he considered absolutely necessary to create an exhibitable display. In addition, the work done on the Museum’s pieces was usually signed and dated. For his private collection, however, Dean sometimes took a more liberal approach, delighting in composing armors out of disparate parts, augmented by whatever newly made or repurposed pieces were required to complete the ensemble he had in mind.
In this instance, Dean’s goal was to create a late German Gothic armor, a type often considered the pinnacle of armor-making. Complete and homogeneous examples were nonexistent on the art market by Dean’s time. Taking a superb late fifteenth-century helmet by the Landshut armorer Matthes Deutsch, and a nucleus of genuine torso, arm, and leg pieces, Dean’s craftsmen made this truly impressive and historically accurate representation of a German Gothic armor. As a result, about fifty percent of it is restoration. The plates are not signed, but we know from letters written at the time that some of the work was done by Leonard Hugel (1877–about 1935) and Harvey Murton (1907–2004) in about 1926. However, because of the extent of the restorations, only the helmet is regularly on permanent display today.
Hand feeding chickadees and woodpeckers in Mendon Ponds Park on Songbird Trail.
Friday afternoon, November 12, 2010 - unseasonably warm at 64° F (temps average 40° F in Western NY in mid-November).
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
el cubista wall es mi casa del color
While rustling these shapes into the frame, someone in a passing car yelled out, "There's nothing to see."
"I see colorful, nonexistent rectangles."
So there I was, walking through grand central to catch a train.
My brain was still spinning from a long day at work, and I was doing my
thing where I obsess about whether I'm actually smart enough to do my job.
(I know what you're thinking: "chris, you're the most brilliant person I've
ever met! How could you think you're not smart enough?". You just have to
understand that I work with some DAMN SMART PEOPLE. Some would use the
word "distinctive.". At the risk of overextending this parenthetical
detour, I should tell you that I sometimes tell myself that my
Tuck Scholarhood was due exclusively to 3 things: 1. My admittedly recent
desire to prove to myself that I'm smart, 2. my willingness to work my ass
off to do so, and 3 my obsession with Excel. At other times, I convince
myself that I never see anything through to the end, but I get by because
I'm a brilliant test taker. Bottom line: I'm a self-conscious
pyschological basketcase who's off his meds (because he works too hard to
remember to re-order his Rx))
So that was my state of mind, when my brain suddenly registered the
stimulus it was receiving from this advertisement on the wall. And then I
smiled. I couldn't control the smile. I just suddenly broke out this big
shit-eating grin on my face, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I'm not sure if any of the other busy commuters noticed my sudden lack of
new york detachment. I can only pray that my lapse went unnoticed, or at
least that I never cross paths with the same people again.
So bravo to Kleenex! Bravo to the creative genius who conceived of that
ad!
You made me smile, at a time when I really needed to smile, if only to
remind me that what makes me truly distinctive is not my ability to perform
public mathematical gymnastics (nonexistent), or my smooth communication
style (not so much), but rather my absurdly senstitive soul that
appreciates truth and beauty much more deeply than any of you shallow
robots reading this blog.....yes, even in a toilet paper advertisement.
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...but then its just the "human condition".
Human self-awareness leads us to recognize three core paradoxes or absurd features of the human condition:
(1) The human imagination has no physical boundaries, but bodies do. In the mind, humans can instantly travel to the ends of the universe, the center of the earth, even the center of the sun. People can use a mental microscope to visualize germs, viruses, atoms, quarks. As soon as they detect something with any instrument, they can make images of it in their minds. Humans can travel effortlessly in thought. The boundless production of fiction literature is evidence of the creative powers of the imagination. However, humans exist on one relatively small planet, and due to the speed limit of the universe (speed of light), it appears that we are bound to a small neighborhood around this planet for the foreseeable future. This frustration forms the physical paradox of the human condition.
(2) Human spirits can motivate selfless and noble acts, the most altruistic actions, and the most beneficial generosities. The same minds can also produce atrocities and violence against countless people, possibly destroying themselves. The human will can thus be seen as mercurial, untamed by moral law or conscience. On a grander scale, charismatic leaders can sway large populations to do things — benevolent or malevolent — that individuals may have never contemplated on their own. How can these two extremes coexist in the same individual and yet be nonexistent amongst other animals? Moral conflicts are exclusive to the human condition.
(3) Human actions and lives are motivated by hope, the idea that an individual can effect mass change, and a drive to improve the self and the environment. However, these drives are tempered by the knowledge of the human's own finite existence. Another paradox emerges, as a vision of the future perseveres amid the realization that the human may not live to see it. Thus, by extension, hope exists regarding eternal life beyond the grave — God, heaven, paradise. Even some atheists, although not hoping for literal eternal life, seek to leave an impact on the world that persists after their death. These aspirations for hope, meaning, significance, purpose, identity, peace, happiness, and love, even in the face of certain death, form the spiritual aspect of the human condition.
These paradoxes present universal, inescapable questions about life. Whenever any people lift their thoughts from daily routines, they may ponder these questions. Attempts to explain or resolve these paradoxes are the domain of religion and philosophy. The human condition is the central subject of all literature, drama and art.
-Wikipedia-