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It really is horrifying. And ridiculous. And pathetic. I could go on. I was curious as to how long ago this statement was made by Adams figuring that it was made a long time ago. Turns out it was in an interview with him in 1983 - a year before he died at the age of 82.
Fabulous weekend to you.
My pathetic attempt at capturing tonight's HUGE moon. It's that tiny blob in the bottom R hand corner for those that can't find it !
With a less pathetic consist than usual, P02901 slows for its first stop of the day at Rockville. Equipment shortages on Amtrak have kept the 29 and 30 to a pretty sad 3-4 cars behind one engine on most days in the past year.
“What a desperate, pathetic fool I was. Time after time, my “friends” had shown me their true colors. Yet, I still wanted to believe they were sorry for causing me pain.
Typical...Look pathetic, and someone else will do the job for her...mind you it was a rather wet morning.
That's one word I've heard used to describe the wildflower scene (and not seen) in the Sonoran Desert this spring. A record-breaking summer rain in 2021 was followed by a practically dry winter, where the 1" of rain almost all fell in just two days. Even the usually dependable brittlebush is less abundant this year... but when found, it does add some color to the desert. Seen from atop Pink Hill in Saguaro National Park.
“And it’s my birthday too!” I added needlessly but truthfully. Even I could hear how pathetic that sounded as the worlds tumbled uncontrollably from my mouth. People need to know it’s your special day when you’re seven, not in your late fifties. I was only adding to what was already probably a gentle sense of concern in the eyes of my rescuers, all of whom were decades younger than me. “What a strange, hapless old man,” they probably thought, and were only prevented from saying by their own politeness. “Happy birthday!” came a small volley in response. “It would have been a shame to get lost on your birthday.” Until that moment I’d almost forgotten what day it was – and staggering to a lonely death in plunging temperatures at an altitude of over eleven hundred metres above sea level didn’t seem the best way to mark the occasion.
Ten minutes earlier, I was confident I’d find the way back to the car easily enough; despite it having disappeared completely from view three hours beforehand, I’d only wandered two or three hundred metres at most. Five minutes after this, I was approaching the early stages of panic. What light there was had started to fade as the thick fog that hung over every inch of my world darkened slightly, giving me no indication of exactly where I was. There was no discernable path that I could see. I was in no doubt that I’d walked past the big lone tree earlier, but I couldn’t remember exactly where from. I was sure I’d had the fence to my left, but now there was more than one fence to choose from. Maybe it had been on my right side after all? I had passed a group of three small benches, but now they appeared to have been removed by the local council while I’d roamed the trees, pointing my camera at every shape that loomed out of the fog and into the viewfinder. While the five layers I was wearing and the continual wandering around had stopped me getting cold, Bill Bryson’s tales of hypothermia induced insanity in “A Walk in the Woods” appeared at the forefront of my mind. If I didn’t find the car, or the road before darkness fell, I was going to be in trouble. Again, I studied my phone; there’s a place at home where I always get lost and where Google Maps always sets me right again – but we weren’t in Ladock Wood at the moment and the location service on my phone was still firmly of the opinion that I was at the bottom of the mountain in Ribeira da Janela. And why had I left my head torch in the top flap of the suitcase? Hadn’t I specifically brought it on this holiday for these moments I’d spend blundering around in the dark? The truth was we’d only gone a little way up the hill six hours earlier for a pastel da nata and a cup of coffee in the café that had been recommended to us. The rest had crept upon us, slowly and certainly as we headed further up the mountainside and disappeared into the mist, so far in fact that Fanal became the obvious destination.
And what a destination it was too for that matter. Under its white shroud it delivered everything and more that I’d hoped for. Six hundred year old Laurel trees, each of them distinct from the others, each of them full of character, shaped and bent by the elements over time. Every one of them cloaked in gowns of dark moss and an abundance of tiny green ferns. Like the proverbial seven year old in the sweet shop I lost all sense of time and meaning as I immersed myself in a landscape like none I’d ever seen before. An intimate and compact landscape where only what was visible existed, and what I couldn’t see was irrelevant. Specimens such as Treebeard here seemed as though they might uproot themselves at any time and tread away into the fog to converse with old friends. Over the nearly eight years since photography became something more than holiday snaps, a handful of places that I’d probably never otherwise thought of visiting had stood out in my mind as the memorable ones, and now Fanal Forest had crashed the party and joined the A list. I can only wonder at what the fog was hiding from me; what I might have seen on a clear day. Somewhere nearby there’s a lake, but for now it remained undiscovered somewhere down the slope. It begs me to return - I like having reasons to go back to places.
But as I took my last shots and eventually persuaded myself that it really was time to go and find Ali, who was waiting in the car with the novel she’d picked up from the shelf in the house where we were staying, I realised that I wasn’t quite sure which way I’d come. With the shroud tightening around me, the knot of woodland between the car and I had disappeared completely, and the big lone tree was the only marker that I was certain of. If I could find the road I’d be ok – it would just be a case of walking up the hill a bit – but what I wasn’t sure of, was whether there were any nasty surprises lying in wait. Madeira is full of enormous vertical cliffs and I wasn’t certain of what lay out of sight. I set out from the big tree a second time, then a third and a fourth, before returning to what I knew. And then I saw the figures, grey shapes moving through the landscape ahead of me – five of them chattering away happily to each other; very probably the group I’d silently cursed an hour earlier as they’d posed for selfies in the middle of the composition I was eyeing up. With no idea what language I was listening to, I raced along behind them, calling out to my unknowing saviours.
We were in a car park now. Not the one we’d pulled up at earlier in the day, but at least I now knew where the road was, and finding my way back was assured. There’s only one road up here after all. I began to walk along it but the rescuers called out through the darkness, insisting they drive me back to my car. One American among them, the rest were from Slovenia, a country full of mountains. I guessed they knew what they were about in a place such as this then. I was glad I’d found them – full of kindness and friendship. Within minutes I had been returned to my car, where Ali had given up reading and begun to wonder whether she’d ever see me again. I thanked my new friends gushingly and waved until their cars disappeared down the track into the approaching night. Maybe I was being melodramatic – I’d probably have found my way back eventually, but for fleeting moments I was definitely beginning to get worried. As birthdays go in middle age, it had been the most memorable one in years; a bit of a close shave, something that I hope never happens to Treebeard here - he'd lose something of himself I'm sure you'll agree.
A few days later we returned to Fanal after walking the nearby Levada do Risco, where it had been clear and sunny. Again, ending up here was inevitable, and this time we thought we would have very different conditions. Yet as we crept down the slope, glimpsing the one and only cloud inversion of our fortnight through the windscreen at a spot with nowhere to stop as we did, the fog rolled in again. This time I parked in the big car park and made certain of my journey into the mystical forest. This time I took photographs on my phone to show me the way back. This time I tore myself away before darkness fell, and I found the car without the help of a team of mountain guides.
“Here is a town to shame the world,” wrote William L Shirer of Ljubljana, the Slovenian capital in March 1937. “It is full of statues and not one of them a soldier. Only poets and thinkers have been so honoured.” It was a paragraph that struck me profoundly and stayed with me when I read it, and ever since I did so nearly twenty years ago, I resolved to one day visit Slovenia. Maybe it’s time now. Maybe I’ll watch my step in the mountains and make sure I’ve packed my bivvy bag.
I hope you have a lovely weekend, and I hope for your own wellbeing you meet some Slovenians along the way to guide you if you're in the hills lost in fog.
“Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals.” - Oscar Wilde
I fall into one of my pathetic periods of closure.
Often, with human beings, good and bad, my senses simply become detached, tired: I let it go. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand, because I don't want to hurt anyone.
This is the weakness that has caused me the most trouble.
Trying to be nice to others often leaves me with my soul in tatters, reduced to a kind of plate of spiritual noodles. No matter, my brain shuts down. I listen. I respond.
And they are all too dull to realise that I am not there.
(Charles Bukowski)
Valentines day is coming.. So be smart, and buy your roses in advance!
.. Only to find that by the time valentines day comes round,
The roses are wilted and dried to a crisp.
The bouquet comes with three different animations, and falling petals.
Available for 69l, for this wednesday's humpday sale
@Mainstore
A typically scuzzy Canadian Pacific GE AC4400CW was leading a fresh MP15, a CEFX SD9043MAC, a CP Rail SD40-2 and a fresh CP GP38-2.
Any one of those trailing EMDs would have been better, but it is what it is as the train was nearing the A20 interlocker for the run to Bensenville.
Hulls main Christmas Tree seen in Victoria Square ...Looking drab and Colourless and hardly any Decorations .And no Atmosphere surrounding it ..
pathetic
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Sadly we get the governance we deserve. Idiot citizens have begotten us an idiot council.
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The lake front has never been supervised. It has aways been use at ones own risk, but some how the Nanny state has determined a need to post and fence off areas of public trust.
We got snow!! It's so pathetic though. This time last year we already had over 2 feet!
Thank you so much to everyone that's praying for me. It means so much. I have a doctors appointment on Thursday with an ENT and we're hoping that they'll be able to figure out what's wrong. I'll keep you guys posted :)
Time to go hang some Christmas lights in my room!
Inspired by Amy Janelle :)
Looking pathetic... when he's not completely hyperactive. He thinks he's a lap dog, but he can't sit still for even 30 seconds. It's amazing that he sat still long enough for me to get this shot.
Olympus OM2n + 40/2 Zuiko + Lomo Color 100.
a pathetic attempt to
a) capture the summernight moonlight with my old p&s and
b) to use my bike as a tripod
but I just couldn't ride on without trying
A pathetic little creature cursed with an insatiable desire to collect all things sparkly and shiny.
| Love can be so pathetic |
Model: Francisco Cipriano (Central Models)
Mua: Carla Paias
Photography bY © 2016 FBranquinho
GECX C40-8W 7351 was presenting a positive public image as it brought a CN auto train west of Valparaiso. Not-so Professionally patched from its CSX days, the former Conrail Quality 6177 has clearly seen better days.
Kato begging to go for a ride in the truck - his favorite place in the world is in the back of the Explorer! My favorite Flickr place is in Explore!
Explore #76! - October 25, 2008 - Thank you!
That's what he would like you to think but don't believe it for a moment. He has spent about 5 minutes in his cage for the entire 10 days of his boarding experience (his family takes him home tomorrow). Yesterday, he finally got his one suture removed and even better, got rid of his cone. Until he ripped ripped open the suture site 2 minutes later. so, although the abscess site is nearly healed, and will continue to heal without replacing the suture, the vet decided to put the cone back on Moustache in an attempt to slow him down a bit. The bite was right behind his "armpit" where the skin stretches every time this crazy kitten jumps, climbs, sprints, belly crawls, pounces... In reality, the cone doesn't slow him down at all - it just makes him more clumsy.
We are all going to miss Moustache when he goes home but we also feel quite confident we'll be seeing him again. There's no way that this outgoing, adventurous, clumsy, playful kitten isn't going to pick another fight with the wrong cat, like, for instance, the big black cat who lives next door, fall off a banister, land wrong when jumping down from a tree, scratch his eye, rip out a claw, eat something that makes him sick or gets stuck in his GI system... the list goes on and on.
Happy Caturday: Comedians
We are pathetic creatures , we humans, we are bothered about our religion, our rituals our customs, we want all this to be shown in the best of pictorial light, I remember a man a devotee of Shri Nagrajputra Jimmyji , who sent me an email, quite disturbed , that I had shown his gurus picture that was at sale at the Kamatipura flea market, this Man requested me to delete the picture I could not as it was not within my control my site was hacked, account frozen, the developer was investigating so what could I do, it had taken more than 10 months , so I decided to shift all my religious posts to Word Press, I was doing it gradually , 6000 posts, I had shifted 2000 , here ,there was a good response in terms of viewership and readership, but here too there was a hitch, no photo galleries where I could keep each section in different cubicles of thought
I was to go shoot the Shai Snan at Allahabad Kumbh , the final one on 23 rd Jan 2007 , than finish this ,catch up with my wife in Lucknow. My tickets were booked my Naga Sadhu friend , mentor Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj was waiting for me , I aborted this trip,, for reasons unknown to me ..
I came to Lucknbow instead.. to revisit my past as a child and the graves of my forefathers scattered at Gufra Map, Rani Malka Jahan graveyard and at Talkatora.
I shot the Lucknow Ashura for the first time ..in my 53 years.
I also gave my visiting cards that had the web address of my tainted sites , I had nothing to hide , than hell broke lose, they saw the dirty pictures that were hacked into my site, but I don’t understand one thing my stuff were in separate galleries so why poke nose into the other galleries , I never proclaimed I was a Shia site , I am a photo journalist , I shot pictures of my faith to show the pain of my community..
Yes I do Tandav , when I scourge ,Tandav is the Dance of Death and Revenge , this was my metaphoric way of coping with Shimr it should not bother others, it should perhaps only bother those who love Shimr and Yazidiyat.,.
So I am really upset, I have not deliberately disgraced my faith or religion, no one has a right to tell me what to shoot.. I am funded by no one.
I will continue shooting all religions , with camera eye proclaiming Truth..
Yes I will never shoot Moharam.. let them shoot who are the torch bearers of my faith.
I will write what is my inherent love for the Ahle Bait..
This site is not catering for any one community, but the ones that I am passionate about..
I reiterate if there was a hint of Karbala in Hinduism I would embrace Hinduism willingly, this is me, I am not scared to air my personal views on the Internet.
I am not and will ever be a congregational man.
My wife, my children. ,my Lucknowi daughter in law , her husband , my elder son have no problem , with my thoughts, so I think others my detractors should stop bothering me …
I never celebrated Moharam for 17 years , the guys who work for me are all Sunnis my main point guy is a Hindu.. , I don’t have any bigoted problem.
With any community per se.
It was camera and photography five years back that bought me to a Ashura Julosos proceeding towards Rehmatabad, I met Baqar Nasser , Habib Nasser who bought me and fine tuned me as a Believer and a Reborn Shia.
Maulana Abbas Irshad proclaimed my love for the Ahle Bait by calling me Moulaiee.,.
I think Allah knows better my credentials as a believer as Truth or as my pretentiousness
My elder son is developing an exclusive Shia site that will house my Shia Images and my Shia poetry….including places where Janabe Sayyada sent me with a hanky to record the love of a race that was exclusively made for Maksade Hussain…through my pictures , including the ones I shot in Lucknow and have not seen as yet..…more than 2000 or so.
These will be last recordings of Moharam..
I believe in live and let live.. mutually.
If I have erred I have not gone defiant but corrected myself with honor without disrespecting the views of my elders.. my parents are dead , in their place I have chosen my father in law Abbas Bhai Qazilbash as my father, my mother in law who I call Mother..
On my home site my poetry , my thoughts are of an adult mature nature, those who think otherwise should keep away from my site…I don’t go to sites that don’t concern me.,.
For the first time in my life I don’t have to be seen or heard from the shoulders of western minarets of Buzznet Bloggererspot or Word Press….
I can stand on my own.
I have taken a lot of bashing as a Blogger , for being a vociferously proud Indian, on western blog sites, I have hit back too, I have been bashed by fundamental elements by Shia Haters and Baiters .for my tirade against Yazidiyat and the genocide in Karbala, that has been deliberately ignored all these years.
I remember one of the last living, members of the Moghul Empire telling that she would go to the Golden Temple to seek forgiveness for the atrocities committed on the Sikhs by her forefathers, I felt like throwing up, as the first people she should ask for forgiveness are the Shias ..
Muslims are Muslims by any other name.
This is the myopic mindlessness of Misplaced Religious priorities.
I have been bashed as a Muslim on Indian Blog sites, my Moharam pictures were deleted at Fotothing and Webshots , but it is the first time I have been bashed for being a Shia by the Shia community..
I cannot stop being a Shia …from within or without.
Let him caste the first stone who is a better Shia than me..
I have also decided not to be buried in a Shia cemetery have pledged my body with all its mental hallucinations, megalomania of my Indianess to Medical research..
Firoze Shakir
Photographerno1
15 th Feb 2007
Mumbai
to be buried in a shia muslim cemetery
i resent no mausoleun no tombstone no
cornerstone made of cement
i pledge my body to science my brain my heart
my flesh my organs
my last will and testament
yes i give back all of me
to mankind the 71 years or more that i
have on this planet spent seeing muslims
killing muslims as a natural event
sectarian violence fragmented Islam in so
many segment
born as man lived as man
die as man nothing else to repent
no fools paradise for me to invent
he came he saw he went
lived peacefully died content
please on my passing do not cry or lament
dont make it into a melodramatic event
instead let it be a happy event
my dying soul please do not torment
i have my dear wifes tacit consent
my memories , my dark thoughts
she need not represent
my best regards to my 4 granddaughters
in my line of descent
A Moghul Pathan
Till the end
#shia
#beggarpoet
#moghulpathan
24 June 2024
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I'm absolutely determinedly against it.
What about you? If you're also against it, join the campaign!
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This pathetic excuse for a town
holds all your memories
a lifetime of crushes and your broken dreams
To be anywhere but here,
but baby anywhere is away from me.
These big city dreams are what you're about.
-NeverShoutNever
© all rights reserved. don't use this without my written permission.
That's how pathetic 50 is when it comes to landscape =))
Đi câu cá mà ko có con cá nào làm phải mua cá mà ăn... quế quớ ;_;
I have a terrible head ache i took a pain killer hasnt helped much. I ve had a terrible day feeling so sad and pathetic about my life! worried with and from the same SHIT nothing i do seems to change that fact and no matter how many years pass im still in the same swamp trying to get out.
extremely frustrating!
"Men know they are sexual exiles. They wander the earth seeking satisfaction, craving and despising, never content. There is nothing in that anguished motion for women to envy."
Camille Paglia
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“I am a bad, pathetic and worthless individual. One needs to be pathetic, too, worn out and drained by drink, like Pasha, to be still fond of me and to respect me. My God, how I despise myself! I so deeply loathe my voice, my walk, my hands, these clothes, my thoughts. Well, isn't that funny, isn't that shocking? Less than a year ago I was healthy and strong, I was cheerful, tireless, passionate, I worked with these very hands, I could speak to move even Philistines to tears, I could cry when I saw grief, I became indignant when I encountered evil. I knew inspiration, I knew the charm and poetry of quiet nights when from dusk to dawn you sit at your desk or indulge you mind with dreams. I believed, I looked into the future as into the eyes of my own mother... And now, my God, I am exhausted, I do not believe, I spend my days and nights in idleness.”
― Anton Chekhov, Ivanov
from last year.
im pathetic...
i took a picture today but i decided to make it into a dip.
and i didnt want to upload 2 dips in a row
so THIS is what you get.
(MY FACE IS GETTING BIGGER! noooo)