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“Perhaps one of the most under-acknowledged elements of totalitarianism identified by Arendt is the rise to political and social power of a corrupt business and governing class as well as a class of intellectuals that find corruption funny rather than outrageous.” ―Roger Berkowitz
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Perhaps I should move on as I remember my Mother always telling me to never trust a sailor. Mind you I don't think I will encounter any marauding pirates on the Grand Union Canal, do you.
Having not been to Reading for ages (bar the 10 minute stint at Christmas while waiting for a Fleet Buzz 72), I thought it was time for a catch up. So in the wettest half hour of the day, I ended up wandering around Reading town centre.
The orange routes are quite complex now. The 13 and 14 to Woodley are the traditional orange routes, run with East Lancs/Darwen/Optare-bodied Scania deckers. These still wear the old coloured livery application, with the colour + cream (like the OmniDekka in the background here).
In June 2014, a new sub-branded cropped up: 'the nineteens'. This, perhaps confusingly, is named after the route number and not the colour. The 19a, b and c infiltrate the areas served by orange routes 13/14, but also, the 19b runs to Lower Earley, in Claret land.
The allocated vehicles are these StreetLites, painted orange to the current two-toned colour standard. 165 (RE63 EOK) is seen here.
St Mary's Butts, Reading, Berkshire.
Another homage to the stage style of the delicious Kylie Minogue. I can just imagine her in this little number.
EQ: 5D, 50mm
Hello,
I ran once around in the city center to find the right people. Then he just came up to me, which of course is to raise for the perfect. After I explained to him my project, he asked me: "I perhaps? Sure - but looks good.
Regards
Markus
Perhaps this is a little too much? Not sure that I liked the colour mix after all when I scrolled down : ) Seen at Reader Rock Garden on August 4th last year.
It's 3C (37F) this morning and it's supposed to get to 8C this afternoon. Light rain is in the forecast for today, which won't be good when it freezes overnight. Snow is forecast for Saturday and Sunday.
I was sitting peacefully enjoying the view of the nature preserve when I noticed that I was being watched. It seemed to say "Phone home", but I could have imagined that.
Trying some different hair on Perhaps. This is Twitter's DB scalp. I can now totally see the fascination people have with hybrids. :)
Boot Hill - perhaps the most notorious of cemeteries of the Old West. Just outside of Tombstone, this is the final resting place of some of Tombstone's best known residents - as well as some humorous tombstone inscriptions.
Tombstone, Arizona - The 'town too tough to die', and perhaps one of the most famous of the wild western 'ghost' towns. Founded in 1879 near several very lucrative mines, Tombstone grew rapidly from dozens of people in 1879, to thousands in 1880, peaking at close to 15,000 in 1881. Located in the rugged far southeast corner of the Arizona Territory, Tombstone was a wild and lawless city, and home of Wyatt Earp and the Shootout at the OK Corral. But by the mid-1880's, the mines were largely played out, and became flooded with water, and Tombstone began to fade away.
But it never really died off. Despite the closures of the mines and devastating fires, several hundred people remained, and Tombstone remained the county seat and center of activity for the region for many decades. As the mystique and allure of the 'Old West' grew in popular culture grew, Tombstone seized on the opportunity and turned the town into somewhat of an amusement park, and now draws close to half a million visitors per year.
The downtown district has been restored into a 'wild west' main street, with dozens of tourist shops and trinket stores. There are several restaurants and saloons and dinner theaters, and on the edge of town you can tour the mines. Actors dressed up in costume roaming the streets, and hold reenactments and shootouts several times a day. All pure tourist kitsch, of course - the type of place where you can get your 'old time' black and white portrait taken in period dress, then head over to buy fudge and hot dogs and little shot glasses with Tombstone etched in the side. Don't get me wrong - it's fun for the whole family with an entire day's worth of entertainment, but don't go expecting some authentic western experience.
I passed through on New Year's Eve 2007, with a limited amount of time available because I was driving to California that day, so it was just a quick visit and a taste of what was available. Furthermore, I was coming down with a particularly nasty case of the flu, starting out the day in okay shape but heading downhill rapidly, so I wasn't in the mood for big-crowd-type of events.
Here's what I did do in Tombstone: I perused the downtown historic district for a while, then headed over to the former county courthouse (which serves as a museum). On a bend in the highway out of town is an abandoned tourist trap called 'Wyatt Earp's Old Tombstone' - a mini-reproduction western town now faded and falling to pieces. And finally, on the outskirts of town is the famous Boot Hill, one of the most notorious cemeteries in the West.
If I had more time, there were plenty more attractions to visit. But with the effects of the flu dragging me down and many miles of road ahead of me, I left Tombstone early, and headed west to a stop at nearby Fairbank, a REAL abandoned ghost town just a few miles away.
Picture taken December 31, 2007. To see more pictures of my visit to Tombstone, please visit my Tombstone, Arizona photoset.
For more information about Tombstone:
- www.ghosttowns.com/states/az/tombstone.html.
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Perhaps not the most welcome creature for your garden or vegetables but certainly one that is great to photograph. It was probably close to 10cm in length with its legs stuck out the back. Managed to get a few photos so will probably post another one on Flickr.
Perhaps not a landmark in the strictest sense of the word, but a much anticipated part of our Reunion Experience. 😊
This was taken on the corner of 9th Ave and 38th Street.
This kind of social behavior seems to be pretty universal these days. I thought perhaps it was something one would only see in the U.S. (and perhaps only in NYC) ... but I saw the same thing in Rome and Paris about a month ago.
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This set of photos is based on a very simple concept: walk every block of Manhattan with a camera, and see what happens. To avoid missing anything, walk both sides of the street.
That's all there is to it …
Of course, if you wanted to be more ambitious, you could also walk the streets of Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and the Bronx. But that's more than I'm willing to commit to at this point, and I'll leave the remaining boroughs of New York City to other, more adventurous photographers.
Oh, actually, there's one more small detail: leave the photos alone for a month -- unedited, untouched, and unviewed. By the time I actually focus on the first of these "every-block" photos, I will have taken more than 8,000 images on the nearby streets of the Upper West Side -- plus another several thousand in Rome, Coney Island, and the various spots in NYC where I traditionally take photos. So I don't expect to be emotionally attached to any of the "every-block" photos, and hope that I'll be able to make an objective selection of the ones worth looking at.
As for the criteria that I've used to select the small subset of every-block photos that get uploaded to Flickr: there are three. First, I'll upload any photo that I think is "great," and where I hope the reaction of my Flickr-friends will be, "I have no idea when or where that photo was taken, but it's really a terrific picture!"
A second criterion has to do with place, and the third involves time. I'm hoping that I'll take some photos that clearly say, "This is New York!" to anyone who looks at it. Obviously, certain landscape icons like the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty would satisfy that criterion; but I'm hoping that I'll find other, more unexpected examples. I hope that I'll be able to take some shots that will make a "local" viewer say, "Well, even if that's not recognizable to someone from another part of the country, or another part of the world, I know that that's New York!" And there might be some photos where a "non-local" viewer might say, "I had no idea that there was anyplace in New York City that was so interesting/beautiful/ugly/spectacular."
As for the sense of time: I remember wandering around my neighborhood in 2005, photographing various shops, stores, restaurants, and business establishments -- and then casually looking at the photos about five years later, and being stunned by how much had changed. Little by little, store by store, day by day, things change … and when you've been around as long as I have, it's even more amazing to go back and look at the photos you took thirty or forty years ago, and ask yourself, "Was it really like that back then? Seriously, did people really wear bell-bottom jeans?"
So, with the expectation that I'll be looking at these every-block photos five or ten years from now (and maybe you will be, too), I'm going to be doing my best to capture scenes that convey the sense that they were taken in the year 2013 … or at least sometime in the decade of the 2010's (I have no idea what we're calling this decade yet). Or maybe they'll just say to us, "This is what it was like a dozen years after 9-11".
Movie posters are a trivial example of such a time-specific image; I've already taken a bunch, and I don't know if I'll ultimately decide that they're worth uploading. Women's fashion/styles are another obvious example of a time-specific phenomenon; and even though I'm definitely not a fashion expert, I suspected that I'll be able to look at some images ten years from now and mutter to myself, "Did we really wear shirts like that? Did women really wear those weird skirts that are short in the front, and long in the back? Did everyone in New York have a tattoo?"
Another example: I'm fascinated by the interactions that people have with their cellphones out on the street. It seems that everyone has one, which certainly wasn't true a decade ago; and it seems that everyone walks down the street with their eyes and their entire conscious attention riveted on this little box-like gadget, utterly oblivious about anything else that might be going on (among other things, that makes it very easy for me to photograph them without their even noticing, particularly if they've also got earphones so they can listen to music or carry on a phone conversation). But I can't help wondering whether this kind of social behavior will seem bizarre a decade from now … especially if our cellphones have become so miniaturized that they're incorporated into the glasses we wear, or implanted directly into our eyeballs.
Oh, one last thing: I've created a customized Google Map to show the precise details of each day's photo-walk. I'll be updating it each day, and the most recent part of my every-block journey will be marked in red, to differentiate it from all of the older segments of the journey, which will be shown in blue. You can see the map, and peek at it each day to see where I've been, by clicking on this link
URL link to Ed's every-block progress through Manhattan
If you have any suggestions about places that I should definitely visit to get some good photos, or if you'd like me to photograph you in your little corner of New York City, please let me know. You can send me a Flickr-mail message, or you can email me directly at ed-at-yourdon-dot-com
Stay tuned as the photo-walk continues, block by block ...
"Just act natural, Eileen. We'll casually make our way to the door, and they'll just assume that we were wearing all of this when we came in."
"McCall's"
May 1959
FORD SIERRA RETIRED FROM ACTIVE DUTY POLICE PATROL CAR AND THEN WENT IN TO TV AND FILM WORK. WAS BASED IN AN AREA OF EAST LONDON ENGLAND CALLED FOREST GATE. MAYBE AN FABULOUS FOREST EXISTS IN THIS AREA BUT I SUSPECT NOT BUT PERHAPS AT SOMETIME. HISTORY BOARDS SUPPLIED BY THE OWNER GIVE MORE INTERESTING HISTORY DETAILS AT A MOTOR CAR AND VEHICLE SHOW IN AN EAST LONDON BOROUGH SUBURB ENGLAND DSCN1671
The sad postscript to the tale is that despite this sign being firmly staked with iron bar driven through the wood and into the ground - This one lasted four days before one kind individual (or probably more given its weight) stole it! I was soooo angry! At least the one pictured previously survived the rest of the season and has now been tucked away on the campsite for winter.
Joke ruined by dumb policy putting 'side' there instead of with 'road', where it belongs, as a side road, not a road called Side.
Bridlewood; Kanata; Ottawa, Ontario.
No correspondence.
Two Feld-Gendarmes - literally field police, stand watch over the body of an airman, perhaps awaiting the arrival of a burial detail to carry him away. Their attendance at the scene however was too late to prevent one lucky soldier from souveniring the unfortunate aviator's flying boots.
The Feld-Gendarmes were comprised of 'Obergendarmes' from the civilian constabulary and NCOs and Gefreite from the cavalry. There was no uniform established for the Feld-Gendarmes before the war which meant they were one of the few formations to go to war in the old coloured peacetime uniform. Their headwear was the dragoon helmet or visored cap, dark-blue tunic with cornflower-blue cuffs with yellow litzen.
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Study after Orazio Gentileschi, Tim Lowly © 2010, graphite, 6" x 4"
This is a study of Orazio Gentileschi's Andata al Calvario in the Kunsthistorisches Museum in Vienna (a detail of which I just posted). This artist is best known now as being the father of the painter Artemisia Gentileschi . As I look at this now I wonder (and it is a bit of a stretch) if Artemisia might have been the model for this figure, who I assume is Mary Magdelene or Mary the mother of Jesus.
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Perhaps Lucy and Bart’s bizarre costumes provide us with a look into the future where silliness and sophisticated plastic surgery combine to allow humans instant evolution into whatever imaginative creature they desire. This is one future Creative Tempest would like to live in as long as there was an undo button on your transformation, in fact, if that really were the case, we’d be looking into cryogenic freezing at this very moment. However, no one can be sure of what the future holds, and this is why Lucy and Bart work now to create wonderfully unique costumes designed to exaggerate, mutate, and often completely deny the human form, on which they hang. Find out more at www.creativetempest.com
Location: MEOW WOLF: House of Eternal Return, Santa Fe, Santa Fe County, New Mexico, United States of America.
MEOW WOLF is an interactive thematic recreational local art exhibition. Though that perhaps is not most digestible form to describe MEOW WOLF. MEOW WOLF is a complication of pieces art made into a single interconnected interactable world. In practice, it is a maze where you can explore different paths tied by a story. The exhibition itself is called the House of Eternal Return. Although I had little time, it was nevertheless a fun experience that encourages exploration and interaction within an interactive world.
Ubicación: MEOW WOLF: Casa de Volver Eterno, Santa Fe, Condado Santa Fe, Nuevo México, Estados Unidos de América.
MEOW WOLF es una exhibición de arte local y recreación. “Exhibición” quizás no es la mejor manera para describir MEOW WOLF porque el arte local se usa para hacer un mundo conectado. La exploraración es comparable a un laberinto interactivo donde sus pasos lo llevan a ver mas arte y un narrativo contextualizando porque todo el arte le pertenece valor al mundo que estas explorando. La exhibición se llama la “Casa de Volver Eterno” [House of Eternal Return]. Aunque tuve poco tiempo, todavía fue experiencia divertido que te hace querer explorar y interactuar con la exhibición.
For more information visit/Para mas información visita: web.archive.org/web/20190724052914/https://santafe.meowwo...
Just wondering what gave the sculptor the inspiration on this piece. I would never have this at home for sure.
Just for a change while I take a break.
pp: Topazlab adjust with some blending on photoshop.
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PERHAPS THE BEST SUMMARY I heard in relation to the impact of Steve Jobs came from a Canadian journalist who summed up Steve Jobs life with the techie term, 'disruptive innovation'.
Through that 'disruption' Steve changed the world for the better.
iTunes, the iPod, the iPhone, the iPad, the iMac, etc ~
I certainly don't do Windoze…
THAT SAID, all was not well with the much-ballyhooed man who was synonymous with Apple Inc.
In the end our habits own us, and we shouldn't be too surprised that Steve's habit of inter-personal severity owned him, and the resentful petulant man who was forever upset with underlings that failed to impress, but more so upset by being put up for adoption as a baby, later refused every opportunity for amends to be made by the once offending, now, contrite.
Through the years, Steve nursed his rage against his biological father.
Steve did forgive his birth mother for the great heave-ho, and later acknowledged a daughter he too initially rejected—but forgiving an aging father with outstretched arms proved to be too much, too overwhelming for the fastidious nerd who changed the world. And who—eventually learned to take regular showers.
Still, I guess being surrounded by paid accolades who bow to your every whim at 1 Cupertino Loop can set one up with a false dichotomy, whereby your petty personal viewpoint is always right, and the whole rest of the world is terribly wrong.
Except, Steve's father, John Jandali, wasn't another computer or software brand, he was, well—his father.
The man who gave Steve life.
Yeah, that guy.
Whatever false, morally relative construct Steve used—throughout the long years—to shield himself emotionally from his father, will, happily, never replace that seemingly innocuous and obvious command to honour one's father and mother. And with that eternal directive, came the general, temporal promise, of a long life.
Or could it be, as it is in most cases where father-son, father-daughter estrangement occurs, the divorced/separated/offended mother fuels the on-going separation and hostility of her offspring—against their biological father. I do not mean Clara Jobs here. I mean Joanne Carole Schieble, Steve's biological mom.
Or was it a tandem thing? Mother and daughter (Mona Simpson) against John Jandali? This is also often the case.
Steve, and his biological sister Mona (the other offspring of John and Joanne) became best friends after having not known each other until their late 20s. Such can be the fall-out from adoption, and disappearing into the night. After their brother-sister relationship solidified, Mona encouraged Steve to reach out to their mother, now Joanne Schieble Simpson, and Steve later invited Joanne to some Apple events. Mona paved the way for Steve to reconcile with mom, Joanne. However, Joanne had likely so sabotaged Mona and John's continued relationship, from the earliest of times, that the foundation had already been laid for Steve to later follow suit. And so, he too, joined with Mona in rejecting father John.
Good one, Joanne. Good one, Mona.
Divorced fathers this is likely the most famous example you will ever have, of the effects of the negative power-play, your former spouse can exert over your mutual offspring.
If its a stormy break, she'll turn the kids against you. Forever.
It's her one final way to hurt you.
Hurt, unstable mothers, are working behind the scenes, sabotaging your chances to keep an ongoing relationship with your son or daughter. The provincial family courts in Ontario, Canada are quite wise to the potential for this extended Mommie-dearist tactic and strongly encourage mediation.
Courts elsewhere—not so much~
Steve Jobs: Incredible visionary! Spectacular inventor!
Good son?
Lousy son.
Well, two out of three, ain't bad.
Closing off a homily one Sunday at Mass, I remember one of our parish priests noting, that whatever disasters befall us—short of death—we never did have the right to expect perfect parents.
But apparently, Steve did.
Good-bye, Steve.
Thanks for the presents.
Your dad never had your presence, but he has one of your iPads. And he lined up like everyone else to get one.
Roll that image through the theatre of your mind, folks.
The closest John Jandali (Steve Job's father) was able to get to his son—was to buy one of his son's products—from one of said son's stores.
ABSOLUTELY disgusting. Monumentally saddening.
While Steve Jobs, being a Buddhist, never had access to the treasure trove of Christian admonishment to act otherwise, still the moral law is written on the hearts of all men—even those outside of the influence of Christian revelation.
Still, Jobs loved the Beatles, and he should have, at least, listened to them.
"For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder"
(Hey Jude)
How many letters and postcards from father John Jandali (through the years), went unanswered, Steve?
I hope someone in the Jobs or Simpson family will FINALLY take the high road and reach out to John Jandali, Steve's estranged (not-by-choice) father in these, his twilight years.
But since we're dealing with Buddhists and pagans here—don't hold your breath.
You can't reason with pagans.
The world may praise Steve Jobs all they want. And he certainly deserves their praise—for the amazing Apple products that were brought to fruition under his leadership—for those eager, and consuming masses.
But, and there is always a but… Steve's final denial of his father, even from his deathbed, certainly gives me, great pause~
(Photo: Apple Canada Head Office, take pictures here and security comes out to meet you!)