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Call me Snake offers an optimistic provocation – ‘imagine what could be here’ by Judy Millar. On a walk into the city October 3, 2015 Christchurch New Zealand.
The work is comprised of vibrant graphics of Millar’s looped paintings, which are adhered to five intersecting flat planes, and draws inspiration from the forms found in pop-up books. The colourful piece will add a dramatic and rhythmic counterpoint to the city’s current urban landscape — a mix of flattened sites, construction zones and defiant buildings that have stood through the quakes. The work employs theatricality, playfulness and visual trickery, whereby the viewer is unsure about the work’s flatness or three-dimensionality; and it has been designed to offer a different perspective from each angle. The bright colours interrupt the grey of the work’s surrounds, and as buildings pop up around it,
SCAPE 8, New Intimacies curated by Rob Garrett was a contemporary art event which mixed new artworks with existing legacy pieces, an education programme, and a public programme of events. The SCAPE 8 artworks were located around central Christchurch and linked via a public art walkway. All aspects of SCAPE 8 were free-to-view.
The title for the 2015 Biennial – New Intimacies – came from the idea that visually striking and emotionally engaging public art works can create new connections between people and places. Under the main theme of New Intimacies there are three other themes that artists responded to: Sight-Lines, Inner Depths and Shared Strengths.
For more Info: www.scapepublicart.org.nz/scape-8-judy-millar
Nessie's Canadian cousin (and actually an older legend!), the Ogopogo lives in a lake in British Columbia. This one somehow manages to happily fit in a bathtub. I suspect that most cryptids, including our friend here, are pan-dimensional.
(Yes, yes, we're way behind. This one is last-last Thursday's.)
Co. C, 62nd ILL. Infantry
Bonner Springs Chieftain, Thursday, Nov. 23, 1916
Pg. 1 Vol. XXI, No. 28
DEATH CLAIMS ANOTHER
CIVIL WAR VETERAN
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George Foote Died Monday
Night After Brief Illness. Funeral
Services Wednesday.
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One of the most kindly, optimistic and well beloved of the citizens of Bonner Springs passed from among his fellow citizens forever on Monday night at 10:30 when George Foote, pioneer settler, loyal Mason and faithful officer of the church died at his home here.
His illness was brief. He worked for F. R. Walker Wednesday of last week. He became ill that evening with peritonitis and in spite of anything that could be done for him died Monday night.
The funeral was held from the Christian church Wednesday afternoon, conducted by the Rev. Cooper. The services at the cemetery were in the hands of the Masonic lodge. The pall bearers were selected from the members of the official board of the Christian church in which Mr. Foote had been an elder for many years, and the Masonic lodge of which he was a loyal member.
Few men have so many friends and so few enemies as had George Foote. His ever ready smile, which spoke volumes of brotherly love and kindness was a characteristic for which he will long be remembered. He was always ready to serve others, yet never sought anything from his friends for himself. A kindlier, sweeter spirited, more loyal and steadfast friends never lived.
George Foote was born in Berkshire, Delaware Co., Ohio, on Feb. 16, 1846 and died on November 20, 1916. Had he lived until next February he would have been seventy years old. He served for a while in the Union army toward the close of the war. In 1867 he drove through to Kansas, settling first in Leavenworth and afterward in Jefferson County. In 1882 he came to Bonner Springs, then known as Tiblow. He united with the Christian Church in 1872. Shortly after coming to Bonner Springs in 1882 he married Miss Lizzie E. Lee. He leaves his wife and two daughters, Mrs. H. H. Hewett of Ottawa and Mrs. Murray Nicol of Bonner Springs to mourn his loss.
Optimistic sign for Lincoln Mall in front of the lower level of the demolished JCPenney. Matteson Illinois
New art i did recently ... i was feeling very uneasy about returning to casual work after my maternity leave. Staying home with my 2 little ones during the day and leaving to work 2 evenings a week ... Balancing life .... then i remembered to remain OPTIMISTIC. because that's who I am.
Today while visiting some nearby native firebush plants (Hamelia patens) I found this very optimistic honey bee trying to get nectar. Hummingbirds and green orchid bees can reach the nectar easily but it seems like a stretch for a honey bee-sized proboscis! She worked up a thirst collecting all that pollen. Frenchman's Forest Natural Area.
They didn't last long, a thunderstorm came through a few minutes after they set out, so they had to turn around and get off the water.
Back in my favourite cafe loo ... more words of wisdom from Moonbean. Good coffee, good company and nice little phrases to share.
Always nice to see you all here and your comments. Thank you!
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It is Independeance Day, but I think unity is a better guiding principle. I think dialogue, cooperation, and understanding will get us much further than independence at this point in our history. I am optimistic that we can do better, we can't do any worse.
America is where I live, but I am a citizen of the world.
2014: Beakerhead Presents … An Optimistic Evening
Mark Stevenson is telling about an Optimistic Future.
Photo by: Denis Semenov Photography
My favorite photo, out of all I took on this trip.
I like the expression on the guitarist/singer, the absorbedness of the drummer, the kid peeking from behind the pole, the blue of the mural in the background...
© Copyright John C. House, Everyday Miracles Photography. All Rights Reserved. Please do not use in any way without my express consent. As always, this is better viewed large.
One of our newest orchids, this is a somewhat interesting one. It has a distinguished history, as noted below. The plant has dozens of large blooms right now, which makes it hard to get a shot that does not look like chaos. It is also a fragrant orchid, though only at night. Walking down the stairs to the first floor means we walk into a strong, though not unpleasant, smell from late afternoon till the next morning. I will do what I can to capture the beauty of this plant, though I am not optimistic that I will really get it. It is a remarkable plant.
From Wikipedia: Angraecum sesquipedale[1] (also called Darwin's orchid, Christmas orchid, Star of Bethlehem orchid, and King of the Angraecums) is an epiphytic orchid in the genus Angraecum that is endemic to Madagascar. The orchid was first discovered by the French botanist Louis-Marie Aubert du Petit-Thouars in 1798, but was not described until 1822.[2] It is noteworthy for its long spur and its association with the naturalist Charles Darwin who surmised that the flower was pollinated by a then undiscovered moth with a proboscis whose length was then unprecedented. His prediction had gone unverified until 21 years after his death when the moth was discovered and his conjecture vindicated. The story of its postulated pollinator has come to be seen as one of the celebrated predictions of the theory of evolution.
悦楽家の天使：2004年10月23日
天使といっても、働くばかりではありません。
この天使はまどろんだり、笑ったり、おしゃべりしたり…足る幸せを満喫する姿に、貴方はきっと癒されることでしょう。
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You will be healed by the scene that the angel enjoys.
2014: Beakerhead Presents … An Optimistic Evening
Mark Stevenson is talking about the Future.
Photo by: Denis Semenov Photography
While it’s always touching talking to people who are sleeping on the streets, some are more optimistic than others. On Christmas night I met these guys on O’connell bridge. I asked them if they were sleeping on the streets, the man, named Martin smiled and said; ‘we are, but sure…’ he shrugged his shoulders as if to say, it could be worse. When i asked to take their picture, they were more than happy to oblige, with Martin making sure his friend turned her hat around so we could see the leaf.
K - Kind
E - Enthusiastic
O - Optimistic
KEO - A girl who is kind, enthusiastic and optimistic
Gần 17 năm sinh ra trên đời là gần 17 năm cái tên Nguyễn Thùy Anh gắn liền với mình. Dĩ nhiên là tên khai sinh thì mãi mãi theo mình suốt cả cuộc đời và mọi người cũng sẽ gọi mình bằng cái tên đó. Nhưng cũng không ít người biết rằng mình còn có một cái tên khác là Kẹo.
Kẹo không phải là cái tên mình tự đặt. Nó cũng là cái tên theo mình từ bé tới lớn, chắc chỉ có thâm niên kém tên khai sinh của mình tí xíu thôi. Đấy là cái tên mà bố đã đặt cho mình. Hồi đầu không phải ai cũng gọi mình là Kẹo. Mẹ mình kể là ngày xưa mẹ mình thích gọi mình là Bông hơn. Thế rồi khi mình lớn lên tí xíu, mình nhớ là cả họ ngoại đều gọi mình là Binh Bông nhưng mình cũng không hiểu vì sao. Đến giờ thì cái tên đó cũng không còn nữa vì tất cả đã quen gọi mình là Kẹo rồi.
Ngày mình mới sinh ra, mình bé tí tẹo (mẹ mình miêu tả là mặt nhỏ bằng cái bóng đèn tròn) nên bố gọi mình là Kẹo. Đến bây giờ, khi mà mình đã to đùng, thấy mình được gọi là Kẹo thì có rất nhiều người thắc mắc tại sao lại thế. Nhưng tên mà, cho dù mình có thay đổi kiểu gì thì nó vẫn cứ gắn liền với mình, mãi mãi.
Hết thời tiểu học, mình nhớ mọi người vẫn luôn gọi mình là Thùy Anh. Cũng có một số người biết tên Kẹo của mình nhưng vì quen gọi Thùy Anh rồi nên cứ tiếp tục gọi như thế. Thực ra mình cũng không thích tên Thùy Anh cho lắm, bởi vì nó cứ dài thế nào ấy. Ví dụ như người ta có thể gọi tên là Trang, Linh, Hương, Hà, Thảo,...v.v... trong khi mình lúc nào cũng là Thùy Anh - tức là lúc nào cũng có 2 chữ ấy mà. Nhiều lúc cảm thấy hơi bất tiện vì điều đó. Nhưng giờ thì mình không còn cảm thấy thế nữa. Tên là do bố mẹ đặt cho, phải biết trân trọng chứ!
Lên cấp 2, hầu hết mọi người vẫn gọi mình là Thùy Anh, chỉ có một số thân thiết gọi mình là Kẹo. Hồi cấp 2 cũng là cái hồi mình mọc thêm nhiều biệt danh nhất (kể cả tự đặt lẫn người khác gọi). Từ những tên dễ thương như là Sóc To, Lừa Con, Vẹt Mập đến những cái tên nghe-là-hiểu như là Thiếu Iốt. Cũng có một cái tên khác mà BFF của mình vẫn thường gọi - Ceo. Đấy là mấy cái tên có vẻ tồn tại được thời gian lâu còn một số cái khác thì cũng mất đi rất nhanh.
Đến khi học cấp 3, mình phải thú thật là cái tên Thùy Anh và Kẹo gần như ngang ngửa nhau. Ở lớp, thường thì người ta sẽ gọi tên thật nhưng chúng nó cũng rất nhiều đứa gọi mình bằng Kẹo, thậm chí là Bí (vì mình là Bí thư mà). Ở đội bóng rổ, tất cả mọi người đều gọi mình Kẹo và có khi quên hẳn tên thật của mình luôn. Mà có khi đội còn gọi mình là Não Mịn (cũng giống kiểu Thiếu Iốt ở trên kia ấy). Còn một số bạn quen trong trường cũng hay gọi mình là Kẹo. Thú thật là mình thấy gọi Kẹo thân thương hơn nhiều. Mà mình tự nhận thấy là với hầu hết những người gọi mình là Kẹo, mình luôn vui vẻ và bắng nhắng, ngược lại với những người gọi mình là Thùy Anh. Không phải vì phân biệt đối xử mà vì tính chất của quan hệ. Nói chung là khá phức tạp. Dù sao thì mình vẫn thích gọi là Kẹo hơn.
Dường như mình đã coi cái tên Kẹo là một cái tên-khai-sinh-thứ-hai của mình rồi. Mình đã quen với nó đến mức mà mẹ mình gọi mình là Thùy Anh mình còn không nghĩ đó là gọi mình nữa. Thật ra tên Kẹo cũng không có gì đặc biệt, rất nhiều người cũng được gọi bằng cái tên này nhưng mình vẫn rất yêu quý và tự hào về nó. Mình là một trong số nhiều Kẹo nhưng mình vẫn là duy nhất.
E no New York Times, este foi parte do artigo.
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The most optimistic projections point to a 3 percent contraction of the economy this year, after a 1.5 percent decline in 2011. Officially, unemployment is at 14.9 percent, its highest point in more than a decade, and more than 30 percent of the country’s young people are out of work. But some analysts suggest that the government is underestimating the true jobless rate, especially for youths, which they say may run as high as 40 or 45 percent.
Hospitals are closing. State benefits, public wages and pensions are being cut. New taxes have been added, and old taxes increased. The government has sold its stake in the national electric company to a state-run Chinese corporation.
In Greece, austerity along these lines unleashed chaos and rage in the streets of Athensand brought about the rise of political extremism. The crisis in France helped drive the conservative Nicolas Sarkozy from the presidency in favor of a socialist, François Hollande, who is calling for a renewed emphasis on growth.
But for all the talk of fascism and firebombs, most people in the austerity zone — which includes Ireland, Greece and Spain — seem to accept their lot. Even the Irish, who have occasionally rebelled against their own government, approved the deficit-cuttingEuropean Union fiscal treaty last week by a healthy margin.
Perhaps nowhere, however, are people quite so acquiescent as in Portugal. Month after month, the government has obligingly put in place the budget cuts, tax increases and loosened labor laws demanded by its international creditors — the so-called troika of the European Commission, the European Central Bank and the International Monetary Fund — with little protest from the Portuguese.
The troika recently cited Portugal’s success in cutting its budget deficit last year to 4.2 percent of gross domestic product, from a high of 10.2 percent in 2009. And with exports rising to a record level in 2011, Portugal’s trade balance has also improved significantly.
While some opposition leaders and trade unions have called to slow the pace of budget cuts, few suggest that the changes are not ultimately necessary. Nor do they contest the urgency of efforts to improve the economy’s competitiveness.
“The Portuguese are mild people,” Mr. Marçalo said. “We don’t take to the streets so much.”
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