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At a time when so much had been lost, optimism for the future was so needed. This tree seemed to embody it, new growth emerging toward the dark clouds despite severe surgery.
Llanfairfechan, Conwy, N. Wales
Read the full article and download the mind map on the IQ Matrix blog: blog.iqmatrix.com/optimist-pessimist
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Theme: Empty
This was a tough one... I had to do a shot that signifies 'empty' but it is also my last shot of the year posted to flickr... so here is empty (with Optimism).
Happy New Year everyone. May 2007 bring you health, wealth and happiness.
First I crocheted the design in red, then I went back and outlined the flowers in black using single crochet.
The unpaid fares collection box at Chorleywood statioin, Hertfordshire - rusty, vandalized and abandoned. 22nd April 2010.
Took me seven minutes to take the perfect picture.
It's my clan's sign in my fraternity-S for Sparks.
Today was about patience, optimism, and never giving up.
And that's what my fraternity/clan/family is like; optimistic, patient, and hard working.
'Radio loud, radio low,
Or I can sing, if you want me to, baby.'
She looks at her iPhone as it buzzes and frowns at the text on the screen. It wasn't going to be today, then. It might be tomorrow. She wasn't going to give in just yet; she was going to keep trying.
'I can tell God's smiling down,
I just get that feeling,
You and me going town to town,
On two lanes of freedom.'
She gets up and goes outside; standing in the warm Spring sun with the cool wind makes her want to stay there. Her hair sweeps out behind her as the breeze picks up. She holds up her phone and Instagrams a picture-awesome weather & Spring break, so no homework or anything to worry about.
'Oh, no red lights or stop signs around for miles,
Just swaying trees,
Your hair in the breeze,
And that smile,
And I know,
God made old country roads,
For driving and dreaming.'
Lyrics: Tim McGraw: Two Lanes of Freedom
Jenny Scott - Optimism
I kind of confused Optimism with Positivism, two different things, but to me they have the same ring to it. I was in doubt how to put this into a photo. A glass half full came to mind but when I saw this man writing down his poem on the Dublin streets, I knew this was my shot.
This photo is part of my project called Words. Check out my set Photo Project - Words to see all photos of this project.
3 in the morning can't sleep chalk doodle on the dumpster-treasure-chalkboard from my old middleschool
"Sometimes I do not know am I heading to, what my aim is, but I'll just look forward and never turn back."
I love this picture because I look so tall! :D
So it's pretty rare that I have an idea that would best translate into a web comic... But it happened. I had this idea in 2009 and it festered for quite some time in my idea pile.
Then came along Pete Jaquay, who started posting a lot of drawing-related stuff to his facebook. It turns out he was working on his own webcomics, which he has at lunacyink.com/ ... Stoner Dudes in particular is hilarious.
I asked him if he would draw something for me, and he said sure! He did it in like 30 minutes, maybe even less, who knows. I told him what I want drawn, but not what I was going to do with it, OR what the joke was. He went in this blind. He was the R. Crumb to my Harvey Pekar!
So anyway, all I asked for was a picture of a guy jumping off a building, but seeming happy about it. The joke being that he was happy that he hadn't already fallen off the building; it's about the folly of optimism and optimists. However, I specified that, if it was possible, I wanted to be able to see that he still had horror in his eyes. I had no idea how it would be represented, but Pete's way of dealing with it was to make the pupils their own faces. What an awesome idea! The only edit I did to his art was some slight pixel-level modification on the pupils to make them more horrified, and a photoshop auto-color that might have altered the pallet slightly. And then I added the caption in Photoshop.
I don't want to hear that you don't like the Chiller font -- you're talking to someone who loves Comic Sans, so you can fuck off. I think it's hilarious, and is the best built-in PhotoShop 7.0 font to be used for someone to be screaming their last words as theyfall to their death.
So anyway: "At least I didn't fall off the building yesterday." I think this represents the folly of optimists quite well.
falling.
Clintopia #001, building, comic, motivational moster, optimism.
captioned. comedy. demotivator.
March 25, 2010.
Art by Pete Jaquay, Clint.
... Read my blog at ClintJCL.wordpress.com
... Read Pete's frickin' hilarious comics at LunacyInk.com/ ... Seriously. I laughed my *ass* off.
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Although this flower has yet to open it has not stopped this bumble bee looking for nectar or pollen!
Brian Kobilka’s lab at Stanford is not a place of spectacle. There are no giant particle accelerators or robotic arms dancing through the air. Instead, there are tubes, screens, quietly humming machines, and at the center of it all, a man whose work has illuminated one of the most important molecular communication systems in the human body.
Kobilka didn’t set out to become a molecular biologist. He trained as a physician, and it was only later, while working in Robert Lefkowitz’s lab at Duke, that he found himself pulled into the intricate puzzle of G-protein-coupled receptors (GPCRs). These receptors sit on the surface of nearly every cell in the body, receiving signals—from hormones, neurotransmitters, even light—and translating them into cellular action. They’re the gateway through which the body listens and responds to its environment. They’re also the target of roughly a third of all modern medicines.
But in the 1980s, GPCRs were a black box. Kobilka was the one who helped pry it open.
He was the first to clone the gene for the beta-2 adrenergic receptor, a feat that required more than just technical skill. It required tenacity, a tolerance for failure, and the kind of stubborn optimism that keeps a person working late into the night long after others would’ve given up. Decades later, he would win the Nobel Prize in Chemistry—shared with Lefkowitz—for work that revealed the 3D structure of these receptors and how they function at the atomic level.
What’s striking about Kobilka is how unassuming he is. He doesn’t speak in grand pronouncements. He listens. He thinks before he talks. And when he does talk, he often downplays his role, crediting his collaborators, his students, and the field itself for its collective progress.
In person, he’s calm and deliberate, with the air of someone who’s spent a lifetime walking narrow paths between biology, chemistry, and physics. The lab behind him, filled with chromatography systems and delicate instrumentation, looks less like a cathedral of science and more like a watchmaker’s bench—an apt metaphor, really, for the kind of precision work that defines his career.
Beyond the bench, Kobilka is also a builder of teams. He and his wife, Dr. Tong Sun Kobilka, run the lab together, a partnership that has spanned decades of discovery. Many of their former trainees now lead labs of their own. The scientific lineage continues.
There’s something quietly radical in what Kobilka has done: he’s helped transform a once-intractable mystery—the invisible chatter between cells—into something we can see, understand, and even manipulate. His work has implications for everything from heart disease to mental health, from vision loss to cancer. Yet he remains focused not on the accolades but on the unanswered questions.
I photographed him in 2024 at his lab at Stanford. He stood in front of the machinery like it was an old friend—arms crossed, expression thoughtful, surrounded by the elegant tangle of tubes and wires that translate molecular whispers into data. The light came in softly through a side window. It felt quiet in the room. Focused. Like the man himself.
An agreeable house of the postwar years at Diss, Norfolk. In a perfect world there'd be a neighbouring town called Datt. An horizontally emphasized essay in squares and rectangles, and in the contrast between brick and timber. The poles supporting the porch are a nice touch and the chimney is good too. Not so sure about the Vent-Axia fan (probably an addition, to extract niffs from the toilet, or cooking fumes from the kitchen) and ...not that you can blame the owner... wheelie-bins are always unsightly.