I grew up in a household where I always stood in my sister’s shadow when it came to the topic of artistic ability. I was good, but she was great. I never impressed my grade school art teacher and to my parents, I was just another kid who drew terrible pictures and colored outside of the lines. My sister, even at a young age has had the uncanny ability to render images with a precision that I never could, although she has only ever taken formal art classes for school, when required. On the other hand, I have always been gifted at creating concepts for pieces of art but am not able to correctly portray my ideas with a pencil and paper. When I began taking pictures, however, I finally felt accomplished and proud of the art I was creating. I could try to tell you that I never envied my sister for the amount of talent she has, but I would be lying. I could also tell you that she never influenced my perception of the true meaning of art, but again, I would be lying. I create art because it is the staple that gets me through the day. I create art to tell people how I feel and to put myself out there for everyone to see. I create art because it tells me who I am.

My philosophy when I create is simple: be who you are and say (show?) how you feel. When I say this I mean: take chances and create chaos; be honest, be real, and do not let other people tell you that you are not good enough because that simply means that they don’t understand you. Get angry and make something from it; don’t waste a day on being average, and let your hair down. Take pride in your imperfections, because they’re what make you perfect. Take pretty pictures, even if you don’t know why. Challenge yourself and challenge society as well. Make life an adventure; make a name for yourself; take advice and give advice too. In the past I spent my time worrying about what other people think of me and my art, but now I spend my time being excited to hear everyone else’s opinion, even if they will challenge me. When I constantly grow and improve and create art, no one can touch me.

Interesting Me is a visual representation of me that is not nonexistent, but instead hidden beneath the surface. It shows a confident girl; a punk rock star on stage where she belongs. I used bold lighting and strong shadows to convey my alter ego’s bold, strong personality. She has an awesome wardrobe and has no trouble standing out in a crowd. She is not afraid to be herself; she is the type of girl who would take any dare and win every bet, smirking in order to show her mischievous side. With this photo, I took the chance at showing people what I would be if I had the chance to choose.

She's a cute little thing. At first glance, you would assume she is a highly adoptable, lovely little house kitty. But as you get to know her, you learn about her medical problems. Cats without tails are often called Manx cats. Manx are a specific breed, that not only has no tail, but has a depression where the tail should be. The last vertebrae is missing. Your spinal cord runs through your vertebrae, and connects to nerves all over your body. When nerves are damaged, or nonexistent, you lose sensation and or the use of parts of the body. Because of this abnormal body structure, Manx cats, are very prone to nerve problems near the end of the spine. Without grossing you out with too much medical detail, this is the area that controls one's bowels and one's bladder. Deformities in this area leads to issues such as incontinence, inability to go potty by oneself, and constant leakage.

Gilda & Steve were caring for Nicole at their home in Pennsylvania. They foster and do adoptions through Stray Cat Blues, www.petfinder.com/shelters/straycatblues.html. I met Gilda & Steve at Best Friends Animal Sanctuary in Utah in 1998, after acquiring the land for Rikki's Refuge, while I was still in the "oh my gosh, what have I gotten myself into !!!" mode. I spent two weeks out there studying, and begging all of their directors for every last little bit of helpful information that could give me. Gilda & Steve were there visiting and volunteering, and we hit it off.

They were so excited to hear at Rikki's Refuge would soon become a home for un-adoptable animals. A few months later they picked up a precious little girl off the streets who was a Manx. She was named Kelly, and her medical problems were far more severe than Nicole's. Kelly was animal number 12 at Rikki's Refuge. She came to join us on December 1, 1998, long before we have built anything. Her condition required constant medical attention. She crossed the Rainbow Bridge on July 25, 2001 from medical complications. She had been the Spokes Cat of Cat House Number One, adorable and charming, and never complaining about all the medical treatment she needed - including daily baths.

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

BOX DATE: 2011

MANUFACTURER: Mattel

DOLLS IN PACK: Ghoulia, Draculaura, Cleo

BODY TYPE: 2008; molded dot panties; articulated elbows, wrists, & knees

HEAD MOLD: 2008 "Ghoulia"; pierced ears

PERSONAL FUN FACT: The very first time I acknowledged Monster High dolls was back in 2011, and this Ghoulia was one of the dolls. That fall, sometime in October, my dad took me out to a neighboring state to look at some Bratz dolls that were listed on Craigslist. The lady selling the dolls said that her daughter wanted to make room/money for her Monster High collection. At the time, I had only been collecting dolls again for several months. So my knowledge of Monster High dolls was virtually nonexistent. While we were sitting on this woman's couch, looking at the huge hoard of Bratz dolls (which Dad did buy me), I spotted three Monster High dolls on the mantle--the 2011 Go Team!!! pack. I was secretly intrigued about these strange dolls right then and there. But I had more important, Bratz related things to worry about. It might have taken me two years from that moment to start collecting Monster High dolls myself, but that first encounter never strayed far from my mind. Ever since, I've always wanted those three dolls. No matter how many Monster High dolls I found at stores or at flea markets, my collection never quite felt complete without the original Go Team!!! set. In 2016, I found this Ghoulia doll at my local flea market. Since the seller had so many Monster High dolls at the time, and being that they were $5 each, I left this Ghoulia behind the first time I saw her. But deep down, I knew I had made a mistake. In fact, this Ghoulia made an appearance in one of my dreams, and I actually forgot I had left her behind...I confused myself into thinking I had grabbed Ghoulia. I was very grateful the next weekend to find that she had not sold. I had only left her behind the first time due to limited funds and the fact that her Cleo and Draculaura counterparts were nowhere to be found. But deep in my heart, I knew that THIS Ghoulia was meant to be mine. I almost felt like I was abandoning my own doll when I left her behind the first time. Even though I may not have Cleo or Draculaura at this time, I guess it is fitting that it was Ghoulia that I found first. After all, Physical Deaducation, Go Team!!!, and Dead Tired Ghoulia were some of the first Monster High dolls that cemented themselves into my memory and captured my attention. Ghoulia will always have a special place reserved in my heart, and in my collection, and it feels so right finally owning the Go Team!!! doll.

I drove up to Big Lake, AK last night, since the aurora was supposed to be really strong. It was essentially nonexistent, but I got to drive around on the ice roads, and as a consolation prize I took pictures of the fake palm trees outside The Islander, my favorite bar at Big Lake. Also, beer.

Somewhere in the late 18th century, the cultivation and marketing of tobacco marks the development of the site. Therefore beneficial, reconstruction of the settlement we now call "Old Town".

A small crosses from the modern city and go to the stone-built streets of a dream state. One moment only and the time course of changes. Migrates in the past, the aesthetics of a prior era when houses were writing their history with a personal touch. Walking to the Old Town meet the Municipal Art Gallery , the Folk Museum, the Cathedral Square and other important buildings and of course ... people who are distant, but have the sun in the eyes and the friendliness of the soul ... A "good morning" that is warmer and the intimacy ...

The Old Town is preserved village, well preserved and enviable example of urban planning. Has a human face, the houses seem to talk to each other, their voices filled the streets and courtyards.

Small gardens where the honeysuckle few passerby and Jasmine boasts its flowers, gates vying for the appearance of the railing, doors, carved by skilled carpenters - a feast of creation ...

The colors of the houses, the first family of landscape, distances nonexistent, direct communication. And it is truly wonderful to see more children playing in the streets and women to sit on street corners chatting everyday. If you want to feel carefree, to enjoy a peaceful stroll, chewing sweets or eating ice cream, but with eyes enriched architectural beauties , move the square Antique for a trek in the past.

A duck sits waiting for nonexistent bread. Poor guy.

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Sonoma, CA – Lighting up metal textures with a flash never seems to get old - especially when taken in black and white. It was an overcast, rainy drizzle of a day. Not the most ideal for photography, so the weather added some challenges. This cloudy dark day did benefit in some ways; it acted like nature’s soft-box so shadows were virtually nonexistent. Trying to make even the most ordinary and boring objects and them seem interesting through photography has been an exercise of mine for several years. I’m not often successful but it doesn’t deter me from trying. Soon after this photograph was taken. I had a really good sandwich.

A fantasy depiction of a probably nonexistent thing...

Acetone treated plastic, PhotoShop a little...

A simple selfie taken using the Therm-App Pro using a 13mm f/1.0 lens. The depth of field is quite small (almost nonexistent, in fact), but look at the sharpness of the eyebrows and the bridge of my spectacles. Who'd have thought we'd have got thermal cameras to the stage where we can start considering the bokeh of germanium lenses?

There is one dead pixel visible just beside my chin. I'll sort that out in due course.

Art Education

With ever increasing cutbacks in public school systems, formal art education is in decline or nonexistent. The current state of our economy proposes that art education and the arts are an extravagance we cannot afford. But studies have proven that education in the arts promotes greater success in other academic areas and results in students having a better understanding of problem solving and boosts morale. We ask our panelists and the audience how has art education enhanced and improved your life and what can we do to ensure that our children have the same rewards and benefits?

Amber Clark (M), Alisa Gray, Brenda Carre, John R. Gray III, Margaret Organ-Kean

Chicago politics, where voting is such a revered civic duty that people do it even after they're dead, cold, stiff, stuffed, boxed and buried beneath the permafrost for years, has now come to D.C. with the Obama administration.

This afternoon comes the most encouraging economic news, courtesy of our keen-eyed buddy Rick Klein over at ABC, that the Obama administration's $787-billion economic stimulus has, for example, thankfully created 30 new jobs in a little-known rural corner of Arizona at a cost to American taxpayers of only $761,420.

That works out to only $25,380.67 spent to create each individual job.

Seems like a lot per slot, but those 30 folks must be happy to be employed again and paying taxes.

This will be a real feather in the cap of Vice President Joe Biden, who's been left behind and assigned by the ever-campaigning president to monitor the stimulus plan, its spending and effectiveness moving into the crucial midterm elections of 2010. Might the Democrats snatch that House seat?

So the people of that 15th Congressional District in staunchly Republican Arizona should be pretty happy about this.

Trouble is, there is no 15th Congressional District in Arizona. None. Nada. Zip. Zero. Doesn't exist. Not in Arizona. Not even on paper at the Democratic National Committee. There are only eight. Period.

But the administration's much-vaunted recovery.gov website reported these jobs as being created there.

Could well be a computer glitch. Lord knows humans would never make such a dumb, misleading mistake, even in politics.

But then the trouble is that just months after grandly unveiling the recovery.gov website to showcase its economic prowess and tech-savvy, the Obama administration just spent 18 million additional taxpayer dollars to redesign the still new website.

And that site proudly also reported nonexistent new stimulus spending not just in Arizona but other states across the country.

So that looks to have worked pretty well, at least if you're counting computer designer jobs created.

Anyway, how do you think the 15th will vote next year?

-- Andrew Malcolm

Thank God for this sign.

Please note that it's not like this *used* to be a road at any time. It's never been a road. Ever. Also, you'd have to drive over a giant curb to even get up there. Also, there's another "road closed" sign on the right because it's obviously such a temptation that they need to tell you twice.

Marsh Master Guide Service

Leeville, Louisiana

on Bayou LaFourche

LaFourche Parish

Leeville was settled by flood victims. On October 1, 1893, a hurricane wiped out the area's main settlement, Caminadaville, which sat on a spit of land bordered on three sides by the Gulf and on the fourth by swamp. Nearly half of Caminadaville's inhabitants perished in the storm, most by drowning, some when the buildings they had taken refuge in collapsed.

Survivors sailed up the bayou in their damaged canots and began buying land from an orange-grower named Peter Lee, who was selling plots for $12.50 each. For sixteen years, they fished, planted rice, and held fais do-do dancing parties in homes with covered verandas.

Then, in 1909, the Leeville Hurricane struck. (A contemporary newspaper account described survivors of that storm subsisting on drowned rabbit.) Six years later, a third hurricane forced residents to flee north once more. According to local legend, the storm surge carried one house from Leeville nine miles inland. The owner simply bought the plot underneath it and moved back in.

In the nineteen-thirties, Leeville rebounded briefly. Oil was discovered in the area, and by the end of the decade there were ninety-eight producing wells in town. The pay was good and regulation nonexistent. Blowouts routinely rained sulfur and brine onto the houses, into the cisterns, over the trees. Tin roofs corroded and vegetable gardens shrivelled up. When the wells ran dry, oil production moved offshore and Leeville was again deserted.

There were no more jobs, and the town itself had begun to wash away. Where once men in straw hats picked oranges and harvested rice, today there is mostly open water.

from: www.accessmylibrary.com/coms2/summary_0286-15339115_ITM

ucmmuseum.com/leesville.htm

"It is time for a walk on the dunes. There may not be many years left. I leave the road and walk out on the dunes, following the delicate footprints of a fox. Past the arrowweed on the salt flats, past the little bosks of mesquite in the foothills of the dunes, up the windward side along the crest where the sand is so firm my feet leave only a faint impression. On the sand are other tracks even more delicate than those of the fox—the imprints of mice, beetles, lizards, birds.

I trail my fox into the lifeless heart of Death Valley, wondering where he might be bound. The morning sun rises higher above the purple Grapevine Mountains on the east, illuminates with a rosy glow the Panamint Mountains on the west. The tracks go high, then descend, then climb still higher on the next and greater dune. In general, with all its wandering, the fox seems to be bearing toward the highest dune of them all, four hundred feet above the valley floor. That fox should be hungry; a fox in the wild lives mostly on the keen edge of starvation. Yet his course is leading him farther and farther from any likely source of food. The fox's prey live below, among the clumps of vegetation between the dunes; the tracks of rodents and lizards become scarce, then nonexistent, as we climb higher.

Maybe this fox is crazy. Or rabid. Or old and looking for a place to die. Or a sightseer like me. Why the summit of the sands? Yet that is where the trail finally leads me. To the high point of the highest dune. And there, as I can plainly read on the open page of the sand, the fox paused for a while, turning in one place, before plunging over the cornice and down, in great leaps, through the soft, unstable sand of the slip face, disappearing into the brush on the flats below.

What brought that fox up here? I don't know. A light wind is blowing now and all tracks, including my own, are beginning to soften, blur, fade out in a serried pattern of ripples in the sand. I lie belly down on the cornice of the dune, looking over the edge. Fine grains of sand, backlit by the sun, shining like particles of light, are swirling in the air. I can hear them tinkling and chiming as they fall on the sand below. Like crystals of quartz; like tiny fragments of broken glass. There is no other sound in this desert world.

I roll over on my back and gaze up at the cloudless, perfect, inhuman, unsheltering sky. The inevitable vulture soars there, a thousand feet above me, Black wings against the blue. I think I know that bird. He looks familiar. I think he's the one that's been following me, everywhere I go in the desert, for about thirty-five years. Looking after me. I follow the fox. The vulture follows me."

–Edward Abbey, Beyond the Wall

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📍 Timbisha Shoshone homeland

This car was parked outside our hotel the Havana Hotel National waiting to taxi tourists. These cars are very valuable to the owner and their family. They are passed down through the family and are a source of income. Original parts are nonexistent and replacements must be made or traded. There is no direct parts trade from the US.

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.

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

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

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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

The fisheye creates nonexistent depth like no other lens. The spacial distortion is out of this world.

June 24, 1952: EYE CANDY FOR ANN ARBOR POLITICAL JUNKIES: The man standing in the doorway at left is a real Looker, for sure. No, really! His name was Fred J. Looker, and he was our town's City Clerk as far back as I could remember -- from the dawning of my awareness, and for years thereafter. In this ceremonial photo from the archives of the old "Ann Arbor News," Looker is turning over the keys to the Sixth Ward Polling Place, a small building then on Forest Avenue (but now the rerouted end of Washtenaw), where residents of that now-nonexistent ward voted in several elections and primaries each year. Recipient of the keys on this day was Col. R. M. Lawson (at right), the head of Army and Air Force recruiting in Michigan. This was a more visible office for local recruiters, who formerly had been in the basement of the Armory downtown. Here they would be closer to the target population of young men, many of whom attended the University. The recruiters promised to vacate the premises on polling days, by terms of a rent-free agreement with the city. A new city charter, adopted in 1955, eliminated wards six and seven, changing to a system of five wards, shaped like wedges of a pie. This building was converted to a residence long ago, and extensively remodeled in recent years.

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.

This is a completely out of focus shot of an LED strip. By setting the f-stop low and focusing to a (nonexistent) object that should be very far away, everything else in the photo becomes very blurry, giving it the light bokeh. This is also poorly composed because there is no symmetry nor can you understand the perspective of this shot.

Artist's Perspective

09 July 2013 -- 190/365

Narragansett, Rhode Island

Taking advantage of a cool, overcast morning that would not result in heavy beach traffic, I headed to the Point Judith Lighthouse hoping to find some surfers. The water was flat and the surfers nonexistent, however I did spot this artist setup on a hill to sketch the Coast Guard headquarters at the lighthouse. That jet black umbrella she setup dominated the hazy sky, but it did serve its purpose in preventing any glare from hitting her sketch board. Her sketch at this point was so faint that only a hint of shape was taking place on the paper, and given the lighting, that was not going to appear in the photo.

Post processing started with a neutral greyscale filter in Topaz B&W FX. I adjusted the color sensitivity sliders, followed by adaptive exposure, and contrast. In PSE I added a dodge and burn combination on the umbrella to at least bring out a hint of the spokes; it was jet black before any processing. I also added a levels adjustment and a sepia photo filter.

Allow me to officially signal the beginning of the end of the Destination Age on the Web. No matter what your new web app does, it's now critical to think about how it will play as a feature of other sites and applications. This means your content needs to be able to get other places easily are part of your plan for it. By the same token, if your new app doesn't create / manage / foster content that potentially adds value in other contexts, you might have a problem. The new deal is what I like to call the "Featureful Web" and, yes, I know featureful is not really a word. Neither is website though, we're all adjusting.

The building blocks of the Featureful Web are already with us (and beneath us in the vast majority of current sites and web products). I have started to view "Web 2.0" as having been a lot about this transition intentionally or not. I see shops and products starting to approach problems in a featureful way on purpose more and more. The core ideas that inform Rest, JSON and Ajax are impelling us toward the Featureful and away from the landing pages and destinations of yester-month.

"Huh? What the hell do you want me to do about it?"

Well, for starters I think it means that we can begin to ramp down on being destination-centeric with some or all of our efforts. It's more and more okay if you can't find that perfect domain name now because a lot of people who use your product won't ever go there anyway. Instead, you might let them experience and get value from your product as a google gadget, or embedded in the social networking site of the month. The web is finally in a place where you can reliably let other people leverage your ideas and data as features of something they are working on. Of course when you do that, you should also make sure you have a plan for your product to thrive when being used that way!

It also means that your product's micro-branding is becoming a much bigger deal. You can't just sell yourself as and purely identify with your domain. You can't count on "doing ads" as your revenue model. When people interact with your product remotely at "destination-that-is-not-yours X," your product has to let them know who you are and what you stand for but do it in a way that still adds value to the content around it. You can do that with UX, with look and feel, with the consistent kind of utility of your features, and with your visual branding. Those things all need to work together fundamentally to make a single message about what your brand is and what your attitude is. Have a look at what Google Checkout is doing as an example. They are experimenting with taking themselves out of the destination game, and offering checkout as a feature for your site, right inline. This allows you to keep your users and not send them off to the checkout domain, probably never to return. This also means that your brand and Google's brand need to play nice together. Notice all the subtle things they are doing to make that possible: checkout.google.com/seller/gsc/beta/demo

Come with me on a brief thought experiment about what happened with soft drinks in the stupid real world. Coke for example started as some kind of bullshit patent medicine with actual cocaine in it (or so the legend goes). It was sold in plain bottles out the back of a wagon or some similarly quant delivery mechanism. Ineffective, lame or nonexistent branding was tolerable for them because everyone had to get it from the source (are you listening, evite?). Think about how disconnected Coke is from each 12 ounce can in South Dakota! The branded can is now critical, because they can't possibly predict where it will be encountered or in what context. They need to make sure that the object itself is a sufficient bran messenger or be doomed. In a Featureful Web, your brand will need to work just the same way and though none of those standards are anywhere near established. They will grow up organically just like the 12 ounce can did in the US. There is no Wikipedia entry on the origin of the soda can btw.... Bummer.

By Aubrey Anderson

i suppose they thought this a "creative" cover but note the mirrored cracks in the wall: this was actually printed on a narrow strip of green-painted stucco after Jones' death, a highly unlikely portrait of him against this nonexistent "wall". typical journalistic procedures.

One of our favorite Vietnamese restaurants. Decor is almost nonexistent, but the food is fresh, plentiful, and affordable (and authentic -- avocado milkshakes, salted lemonade, etc. along with over 100 items that would be more palatable to less adventurous Americans.

Nonexistent discs by nonexistent bands.

Inspired by

Clouds on fire with color over the Pacific! It's always nice to go during the winter months when coastal fog is nonexistent. It's been a while since I've seen a sunset over the ocean! Me and my parents came here to SF to breathe the fresh sea breeze and to just simply relax and get away from the busy city life. The weather was nice here and wasn't too cold. Ultimately, there was no coastal fog, only high clouds, which indeed made for a nice sunset over the Pacific this day. This was like our after-Christmas outing or so. Hope you guys have a great new year as well! Pic taken from around the Lands End Lookout in San Francisco, CA. (Saturday around sunset, December 27, 2014; 5:02 p.m.)

Whenever we hear of dirty cops falsifying evidence, we ALL pay attention. Yet — when the city attorneys deliberately mislead the court, the Courts do NOT want to hear it and neither do the Bar Associations. So, who will police dirty city attorneys?

Generally — the city attorneys come armed with enormous budgets and start with reputation damage through their PR machines, hoping to distract the Truth from reaching an audience. This is strategic — by insulting the opponent, you now hear with a biased view.

When the San Francisco City Attorney sought to retaliate against black landlord, Anne Kihagi, who called them out on their misuse of the building department, they framed her as a slumlord. This made most people NOT listen to the truth and allowed the Court’s to disregard the law.

But in this case, look at ALL the pictures of this BLACK Landlord’s buildings– and see if she’s a Slumlord. The City Attorney made releases alluding to Ms. Kihagi being a slumlord, yet her buildings are better than 90% of the Condos in San Francisco. Why have we all not questioned that simple, irrational yet — intentionally biased and perverted insult. Ms. Kihagi is extremely proud of the beautiful buildings she owns and was offended by this insult — and trusts our intelligence as we can choose to see the pictures which speak louder than insults.

Normally we catch dirty cops on video, but we have to Read and Sort out the truth especially when it is being orchestrated through the legal process.

Should we NOT care when this dirty lawyering and ignorance of laws corrupts the legal system. How much pain is enough for the Courts to investigate the truth? Why has no one taken time to investigate these abuses? Ms. Kihagi is unveiling the dirtiest cover up and abuse of law with evidence. Yet — it’s all racially driven– and happening in one of the cities we consider “Forward” — so it gets less attention as we believe racial abuse only happens in the “Other” cities. Which is precisely why the City Attorneys and the Courts have failed to follow the law.

Ms. Kihagi, has been subjected to such treachery, and has vowed to be relentless until a true investigation into the more than 20 misrepresentations that were made are resolved.

We will detail over 20 violations of laws and misrepresentations — in a system that has enabled tenants to present false evidence — city attorney who knew the truth, but thought the means justified the end. This will stop — as we show you how more than $25 million has been at play and a ploy to forcibly take money from the black owner through ALL means possible.

Isn’t this another form of Slavery — the same attitude that prevailed and why slaves couldn’t own anything? It is the same reason why we are quick to believe that a BLACK LANDLORD must have done something wrong to be successful. But — we are challenging you to investigate the corruption in the City Attorney’s office and how the San Francisco Court has allowed them to get away with it.

This should be an easy challenge — let’s get past their game of tarnishing her reputation and now read the evidence of these tenants who lied to the courts with impunity. Let us look at one example that resulted in over $130,000 in penalties plus attorneys’ fees of six-times bonus for these same city attorneys.

In City of San Francisco v. Kihagi, deliberate one-sided focus on tenants’ allegations left Ms. Kihagi vulnerable, despite many questionable and even baseless accusations. In one instance, tenants were previously displaced on the basis of an owner move-in eviction (OMI). Under an owner move-in eviction in San Francisco, the property owner has the legal obligation to move into the evacuated unit for 36 months and is prohibited from offering a lease on this unit. The previous occupants found an ad on Craigslist for what they thought was the same unit they had once leased.

As a result, the City Attorney sent an investigator to an open house for this listing and found that this was not the same unit at all. The previous tenant even sent his own investigators and confirmed it was indeed a different unit. In fact, other tenants witnessed Kihagi living in the OMI-affected unit and the mob formed against Kihagi even hosted protest at her building. On Thursday, January 8, 2015, Deputy City Attorney Weiss emailed the former tenant: “Hi Kelly, we sent an investigator to the open house for the Craigslist advertised unit last night. Unfortunately, the unit being shown was Unit 3 which has no legal restrictions on it, as far as I know.” The City investigators were sent to snoop on Kihagi’s open house even though Kelly, the former tenant, already knew that it was not his unit; he had sent an email on Tuesday, January 6, stating “I’ll get a full report Wednesday once my friend gets done viewing.” Weiss and the former tenant were grasping at straws to amass valid claims against Kihagi, but they were not alone.

A separate January 8th email from Weiss to another deputy City Attorney, Victoria Weatherford, stated, “As I wrote to Kelly… our investigator reported that the unit being shown last night on 18th Street was unit 3, not Kelly’s.” This exchange reveals another member of the City Attorney’s Office was also apprised of its irrelevance.

Despite these confirmations, Mr. Weiss presented the Craigslist ad as evidence to show San Francisco Court’s Judge Bradstreet that Kihagi had not only displaced a tenant, but that the unit was being rented for a profit. Why would city attorney Weiss want the court to rely on such evidence while aware they did not stand for the proposition he was making? Why would the other deputy attorney Weatherford sit silently in court while such evidence was presented? This false testimony led to city being awarded about $130,000 in penalties and attorney fees of approximately $400,000 for an entirely nonexistent violation. This is only an example of numerous false evidences presented in this trial.

Yet — the court ignored the evidence and Ms. Kihagi now has to file an action against such practice which the courts know most people cannot afford to do. Why should anyone be subjected to such dishonest public officers?

Will you join us by taking action on this campaign?

campaigns.organizefor.org/petitions/stop-dirty-s-f-city-a...

For information on Anna Kihagi please go to annekihagisf.com

Some of the thousand things Edison invented. In the foreground is a model of the Black Maria, a rotatable movie studio he built in West Orange, New Jersey in 1892. The roof opened and the building could be turned toward the sun to provide light for shooting all day. (Studio lighting was otherwise nonexistent.) Nearby are a phonograph and a movie projector.

Originally posted in 2005.

First shots with Sony DSC-HX200V.

Another photo at 1X shows location telephoto shot was taken from.

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

· Discarded cardboard boxes for transporting bikes on Amtrak, outside the Emeryville Amtrak station.

Some friends of mine were woken up in the middle of the night on Amtrak and told, on the basis of nonexistent policy, that they must remove (or buy two of these boxes for) their folded Brompton bicycles. The whole saga can be read here.

Update (18-Dec-2013): Amtrak policy clarification: folding bikes always allowed as carry-ons.

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

I'm gobsmacked by several things here. First, the light was nonexistent. Yet the Sony A7RII performed extremely well at incredibly high ISO. Second, using knowledge developed around a digital Zone System, I knew precisely where I wanted the tonal values and was able to place them accordingly. Third, I am happy to confirm the dynamic range of the sensor extends usefully to below Zone 0 (Zone -2!), even at such high ISO settings. Fourth, 1950s German optics can do the trick. These images were made using a triplet wide angle. Who would design such a thing and make it work? Micro-contrast is something to be seen, otherwise you wouldn't believe it.

Almost nonexistent.

George Quinones as Pole Scavenger, Liam Day as Scavenger Guard, Lance Herota as Pole Walker, Andrew Lincoln as Rick Grimes - The Walking Dead _ Season 8, Episode 7 - Photo Credit: Gene Page/AMC

RICK AND JADIS REDUX

Last week Rick found himself trapped again by Jadis and her group of garbage dump-dwellers, and “Time for After” checks in with the pair throughout its running time. Rick is routinely trotted out half-naked from a shipping container to be photographed by Jadis for “sculpting” purposes, and is flatly ignored when he offers her a deal. The situation comes to a head when Jadis finally decides to execute Rick by putting him up against another gladiator-style walker with a spike-ridden helmet, similar to the battle he faced last season. It’s another effective Mad Max-style sequence, building on Jadis’ cult-like ritualism and offbeat linguistic quirks. Rick, of course, manages to turn the walker against Jadis to coerce her into negotiating, and she finally agrees to help — on the condition that she get one-fourth of the Saviors’ supplies.

While his gambit was successful, I was left scratching my head as to why Rick would go to such great lengths to add Jadis’ group to his coalition when it’s clear they cannot be trusted and will likely only betray him again. It would seem easier to enlist Oceanside’s all-female militia instead — something that may very well happen in the future. But Jadis, who has long since overstayed her welcome on the show, has become another novelty character with a nonexistent backstory that can no longer really be excused.

Whatever the show has planned for her and Rick, it may not matter much. In the final scene of “Time for After,” Rick leads Jadis and some of her people to a water tower to scout out the Sanctuary. They discover Daryl’s truck smashed into the building, with the walkers nowhere to be found. Whether Eugene succeeded and Negan is now free, or if this is just the aftermath of Daryl’s plot, is left unclear. But in the final close-up, it’s obvious Rick is not happy, as actor Andrew Lincoln looks like he has just seen the world end.

When love is nonexistent: Aesha Mohammadzai had her nose and ears cut off by husband and father-in-law after serving 5 months in Taliban jail. She tried to leave her husband.

+++ DISCLAIMER +++

Nothing you see here is real, even though the conversion or the presented background story might be based on historical facts. BEWARE!

Some background:

The North American Aviation P-51 Mustang was an American long-range, single-seat fighter and fighter-bomber used during World War II and the Korean War, among other conflicts. The Mustang was designed in 1940 by North American Aviation (NAA) in response to a requirement of the British Purchasing Commission. The Purchasing Commission approached North American Aviation to build Curtiss P-40 fighters under license for the Royal Air Force (RAF). Rather than build an old design from another company, North American Aviation proposed the design and production of a more modern fighter. The prototype NA-73X airframe was rolled out on 9 September 1940, 102 days after the contract was signed, and first flew on 26 October.

However, with the end of hostilities in Europe in May 1945 the P-51E contract was cancelled, as well as the option for more aircraft. Altogether only 363 lightweight P-51Es were completed and reached frontline units, exclusively operating with the 8th and 9th Fighter Command.

General characteristics:

Crew: 1

Length: 33 ft 3 in (10,15 m)

Wingspan: 37 ft 0 in (11,28 m)

Height: 13 ft 4½ in (4,08 m)

Wing area: 234 sq ft (21,81 m²)

Airfoil: NACA 66(2)-215

Empty weight: 5,792 lb (2.630 kg)

Loaded weight: 7,268 lb (3.300 kg)

Max. take-off weight: 9,559 lb (4.340 kg)

Maximum fuel capacity: 419 US gal (349 imp gal; 1,590 l)

Powerplant:

1× Packard V-1650-9 liquid-cooled V-12 with 2-stage intercooled supercharger,

delivering 1,380 hp (1,030 kW), 2,218 hp (1,655 kW) WEP with Water methanol injection,

driving a Hamilton Standard constant-speed, variable-pitch three blade propeller with

a 11 ft 2 in (3.40 m) diameter

Performance:

Maximum speed: 472 mph (760 km/h; 410 kn) at 21,200 ft (6,500 m)

Cruise speed: 362 mph (315 kn, 580 km/h)

Stall speed: 100 mph (87 kn, 160 km/h)

Range: 1,650 mi (1,434 nmi, 2,755 km) with external tanks

Service ceiling: 41,900 ft (12,800 m)

Rate of climb: 3,200 ft/min (16.3 m/s)

Wing loading: 39 lb/sqft (192 kg/m²)

Power/mass: 0.18 hp/lb (300 W/kg)

Lift-to-drag ratio: 14.6

Recommended Mach limit 0.8

Armament:

4× 0.50 caliber (12.7mm) AN/M2 Browning machine guns with 400 RPG

A pair of underwing hardpoints for a pair of drop tanks

or bombs of 100 lb (45 kg), 250 lb (113 kg) or 500 lb (226 kg) caliber

The kit and its assembly:

A project that was more complex than obvious at first glance. The plan was to create a “missing link” between the WWII P-51D and its lightweight sibling P-51H, which came too late in WWII to take seriously part in any combat. There actually were some “interim” designs, which paved the way (the F, G and J models), with lightweight hulls or different engines. My plan was to adopt some details of these aircraft to create the fictional P-51E.

For a look that subtly differs from the well-known P-51D I decided light-headedly to bash two Academy models together: a P-51D hull, mixed with the wings and tail from a P-51B/C kit, plus some inter-kit and external donors. What sounds simple turned out to be a major surgery task, though, because both kits are totally different, produced with individual moulds and few interchangeable parts! Even details which you’d expect to me identical (e. g. wing tip and tail shape) differ markedly.

For the P-51E kitbash the fuselage with cockpit, engine and radiator bath was taken from the P-51D, while the tail and the wings were taken from the P-51B/C, because they were slightly bigger, “edgier”, lacked the fin fillet and featured only four machine guns in the wings. Mating these parts called for many adaptations and massive PSR, though. To change the look further I removed the small wing leading edge extensions, for a completely straight edge, and the cowling was changed to look like a mix of the P-51F and J prototypes. The carburetor intake disappeared and a part of the P-51D spinner was used to extend the fuselage a little. A completely new three-blade propeller was scratched, using a Yokosuka D4Y spinner, a piece from an ESCI Ka-34 Hokum main rotor, and clipped blades from a Hasegawa F5U. A styrene tube was added to hold the propeller’s new metal axis. To compensate for the longer nose the rear fuselage a 2mm section of the P-51D hull was retained in front of the transplanted P-51B/C tail (which is a separate hull section, the -D has an integral tail).

The original exhausts were replaced with resin aftermarket pieces for P-400 Airacobra from Quickboost - for which the nose extension paid out, because the V-1710 exhaust arrangement is longer than the Merlin's.

Painting and markings:

I wanted a typical, potentially colorful USAAF livery from early 1945 for this what-if aircraft model. This meant that the aircraft would have a NMF livery, and Invasion Stripes or other ID markings were already removed or not applied to new aircraft anymore. Camouflage had been omitted from 1945, too. As squadron markings I went for the 357th FG red-and-yellow nose markings; these came with Academy’s P-51B/C kit, but I replaced them with decals from a Mistercraft/Intech kit from The Stash™ because their shape was simpler and would (probably) better match the modified lower nose. Searching for later P-51Ds of this group revealed that the aircraft hardly carried any other colorful marking, though – just the tactical code, and maybe some personal markings.

To keep in style I adapted this basis, using a tone called “White Aluminum (RAL 9006)” from a Duplicolor rattle can as an overall basis, but added a thin red edge to the olive drab (Revell 46) anti-glare panel, created with generic decal stripes. The rudder as well as the wing tips were painted in red, an official 363rd FS ID marking, as a counterbalance to the prominent nose, too.

The propeller spinner was painted free-handedly, in an attempt to match the checker decal's colors. Some hull panels were painted in a darker shade of aluminum to make the model look mo0re lively, and some post-shading with Humbrol Matt Aluminum Metallizer was done to improve that effect, too. Cockpit and landing gear wells were painted in a bright green zinc chromate primer tone.

Decals and markings were puzzled together from various sources. Finding a suitable 'B6' code fpr the 363rd FS was tough, but I was eventually able to scratch it from 'P9' codes from two Academy P-47D kits/sheets! BTW, the horizontal bar above the aircraft's individual letter was a real world marking for a second aircraft that bore this tactical code within the unit. The nose art/tag was also donated from an Academy P-47, the yellow font matches the rest of the unit colors well.

The anti glare panel and the propeller blades received a matt varnish coat, while the rest of the hull was covered with a mix of matt and a little semi-gloss varnish - contemporary Mustang photos from 1945 suggest that, despite being bare metal, the aircraft were not polished or shiny at all, yet the aluminum would have some reflections. I think that the final overall finish looks quite good. As a final step I added some light soot stains behind the exhausts and the machine gun orifices, and dry-brushed some silver on edges/areas where paint could have flaked in real life. Not much, but it adds to the overall impression of a used aircraft.

A more demanding project than meets the eye. Bashing the two Mustang kits for a fictional new one might have been a smart idea, but it turned out to be a nightmare because the two 1:72 Mustand Academy kits are totally incompatible. Additionally, the mods I made are VERY subtle, it takes a keen eye to recognize the lengthened hull, the modfied cowling and the cleaner tail. The three-blade prop is the most obvious thing, and with it, from certain angles, the P-51E reminds somewhat of a Yak-9? Probably due to the intake-less cowling and the (for a Mustang) unusual prop? The livery looks plausible and colorful, though. :D

When I was here, only upper classmen and grad students could live here. They were the only ones tough enough. In midwinter, the heat in these rooms varied from nonexistent to unbearable. Some kids would wear parkas 24-7, while others would have the windows wide open and would be nearly nude in the room. They've all been renovated now, and I noticed they even have AC!

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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

Narrow or nonexistent shoulders make walking or bicycling a challenge. Construction is expected to begin in summer 2014 to widen the shoulder on the west side of the road.

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.......

When love is nonexistent: Aesha Mohammadzai had her nose and ears cut off by husband and father-in-law after serving 5 months in Taliban jail. She tried to leave her husband.

Le amo mucho... no sé que haré sin él.

Have a Spanish interview in 24 minutes.

Eso es el razon para hablando español.

Estoy en la biblioteca... hay muchas personas hablando cuando sea un lugar callado. Es una vergüenza.

Usually there's a moment between sleeping and wakefulness where everything is just delightfully hazy and no thoughts come to mind. For the past few days that moment has been nonexistent for me... reality just crashes down the moment my eyes open. So I say a prayer, take a deep breath, say another prayer, and get up.

I really only have one wish for Christmas this year.

Some dude just walked up to his friends and greeted them by triumphantly yelling "We landed on the moon!" .... .... ...?

Anyways.

Do your magic, Santa.