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You know what? And I'm not kidding...
Cupcakes don't tempt me for a minute.
It's the treat bag and what's inside it that I'm really interested in! (+1 more comments)
More are com'n soon.
All right, you got me. I've been housebound and shoveling a lot of snow the last two days. No, I haven't taken a bath or even brushed my hair. Yes, I probably ought to. :)
Constructive criticism always welcome!
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during this time all drivers would set the empty containers back on the corner of the driveway at each house as a courtesy to distinguish ourselves. here you can see trash containers returned in that fashion, with recycle bins still on the street awaiting collection.
Those black leather straps were strategically done first for logistic reasons.
As mentioned previously, despite restricted body movements, her eyes and face followed me around.
I was the luckiest man on earth (apart from the airbrush artist). :-)
2012 Sydney Tattoo & Body Art Expo.
Sydney Olympic Park, Sydney, Australia (Saturday 10 Mar 2012 @ 1:05pm).
ISO1600 | f/4.5 | 1/50sec | + 1/3 EV | 70-300mm @ 84mm | AWB | raw
Built for SW Factions on Eurobricks. Original Post: www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/180378-j...
Iridonia, the gateway to the Outer Rim.
The red sphere was a dry, harsh world, the home to the hardy Zabrak. The Zabrak had a centuries-long tradition of hyperspace trade, rivalries with the Duros, and a shareholder’s slice of the pie when it came to making decisions about hyperspace tariffs. Their homeworld’s placement provided leverage, leverage that the current regime was glad to exploit.
The House of Kesh had ruled Iridonia for decades. Lord Kesh had proven himself a violent, unstable, vain tyrant who murdered outsiders and made his own people slaves. The rest of the galaxy might have ignored this, but Kesh also made a habit of choking the Coruscant-Dantooine hyperlanes. Hitting people’s bottom lines was a good way to draw their attention.
For over a month, a growing team of CFS diplomats had been hunkered down on Iridonia to try to negotiate a deal with its government, working to arrive at some sort of agreement, both among themselves and the Iridonian leadership. Everyone in the room had different priorities: some represented the CFS Merchant Core and just wanted to relax tariffs, others had the plight of the people in mind. Some wanted to take Kesh before a trial, deal with things peacefully. Others at the table would rather see him dead.
A sandstorm of intrigue surrounded the diplomats since the moment they arrived. Spies hung on every corner and doorway: CFS spies and Iridonian spies, and spies working for individual diplomats, advancing causes unbeknownst to their colleagues. While the gears of diplomacy grinded on, some had initiated more direct action.
Forgun Bohani had been the third diplomat to arrive in the Iridonian court. He was a clever old man, always watching and listening, who found himself on the side of a peaceful transition of power. He had listened to the bickering in the court long enough to decide a fresh voice was needed. He knew exactly who to summon: a young diplomat who had negotiated terms at Kril’Dor after the Pyerce insurrection, a rising star named Lan Honn. Honn seemed intelligent, studious, and honorable, precisely what was needed here. Bohani sent a message asking for Honn’s help, offering himself as a sponsor.
When the message arrived, Lan Honn was struck speechless. Once he had composed himself, calmed his excited nerves, and closed his gaping jaw, he jumped at the opportunity with appropriate seriousness. He became a tireless student of the Iridonian situation as he traveled, pouring over not only the current stakes of the negotiation, but Iridonian culture, art, and history. Anything that might help him understand their point of view. He stared out the viewport of his transport at the grim, dust-red planet’s surface.
Though he would soon join the CFS entourage, he chose to mask his arrival by docking at a swoop slum far from the city center. He traveled in plainclothes accompanied only by his bodyguard, the dangerous Esno Bo’Barbi.
The landing pad was deserted. The only people in sight were offworlders who looked more than worse-for-wear. As Honn and Bo’Barbi walked down the gangplank, a fat, bearded Lannik approached.
Honn turned to his companion. “Here comes Dak Sirah, a rogue if ever there was one, true and merry-faced though he be.”
“Aye,” replied the gruff Bo’Barbi. “Untiring after his own interest. Though if his and ours overlap, he becomes a useful fellow.”
Honn smiled at Sirah. “Dak! It’s good to see you. Live you on borrowed credits, or your own?”
“Lan Honn!” cried the bearded man. “Prince among men! Don’t you look…discrete. For once, I’m the handsomer of us two! For a diplomat, you make a lousy first impression, y’know. Don’t jest about my finances, I try to do my best.”
Honn grinned. “You’ve never once succeeded, though you’re not without other merit.”
Sirah peered at him. “Honest for a diplomat, too. Let’s put aside the squabbling, eh? I’m here on Bohani’s behalf, he got your message and sent me to lead you to the courts. I’d say welcome, but there’s nothing welcoming about Iridonia at present. What do you know about the situation, Honn?”
“I’ve read up on my way.”
“Ah! Of course you have. I should’ve known.”
“But pretend I haven’t. I want to hear it from your perspective.”
Dak sighed. “It’s a port of wolves, Honn. The Iridonians waste no pity or kindness on their own people, much less the Duros or offworlders. Both sides watch each other, constant with their spies. Yours truly, in fact, does some work on the side for Lord Bohani! Though, come to think of it, I wasn’t meant to let on to that.”
“I would think Bohani would bring on tighter-lipped spies. Though he’d be hard-pressed to find one more likable.”
“Ahhh, that’s my trick, there. No one suspects a guy like me to do anything more subtle than a public one-man-show! Keeps ‘em off the scent. It’s a good thing you’re here, Honn. It’s all been infighting and circling so far. Every day new proposals, new amendments, but nothin’ seems to stick. They’ve needed some fresh ideas, I think you’re just the one for it.”
“Thank you, Dak. I mean to be of service.”
Sirah scoffed. “You seem nervous. You kidding me? You’ll do great, you’re a bright guy. A lot brighter than some of the statues they’ve got at the table right now. Scaft, I nearly forgot to greet your bodyguard. Mister Bo’Barbi, the most dangerous man in the galaxy, enemy to nere’do’wells! A title I hope I don’t merit.”
Bo’Barbi raised an eyebrow. “An enemy to flatterers, too, mister Sirah.”
“Ah . . . Point taken. Lovely to make your acquaintance, sir! Ol’ Dak means no harm, no harm at all.” Sirah crinkled his jolly face. “Not unless you’re a bottle of Mantelli Scotch, anyway.”
Unintended: wanted just to say Happy New Year! to all my contacts and this was the nearest to a festive shot that first popped in the archive. Restaurants apparently get such items free from suppliers, but I have to warn: Smoking can seriously damage your health! ignore the promoted brand :)
Vowed on July 4, 13 BCE, and dedicated on January 30, 9 BCE, the Ara Pacis Augustae stood proudly in the Campus Martius in Rome (a level area between several of Rome’s hills and the Tiber River). It was adjacent to architectural complexes that cultivated and confidently displayed messages about the power, legitimacy, and suitability of their patron—the emperor Augustus. Now excavated, restored, and reassembled in a sleek modern pavilion designed by architect Richard Meier (2006), the Ara Pacis continues to inspire and challenge us as we think about ancient Rome.
Augustus himself discusses the Ara Pacis in his epigraphical memoir, Res Gestae Divi Augusti (“Deeds of the Divine Augustus”) that was promulgated upon his death in 14 C.E. Augustus states “When I returned to Rome from Spain and Gaul, having successfully accomplished deeds in those provinces … the senate voted to consecrate the altar of August Peace in the Campus Martius … on which it ordered the magistrates and priests and Vestal virgins to offer annual sacrifices” (Aug. RG 12).
The Ara Pacis is, at its simplest, an open-air altar for blood sacrifice associated with the Roman state religion. The ritual slaughtering and offering of animals in Roman religion was routine, and such rites usually took place outdoors. The placement of the Ara Pacis in the Campus Martius (Field of Mars) along the Via Lata (now the Via del Corso) situated it close to other key Augustan monuments, notably the Horologium Augusti (a giant sundial) and the Mausoleum of Augustus.
The significance of the topographical placement would have been quite evident to ancient Romans. This complex of Augustan monuments made a clear statement about Augustus’ physical transformation of Rome’s urban landscape. The dedication to a rather abstract notion of peace (pax) is significant in that Augustus advertises the fact that he has restored peace to the Roman state after a long period of internal and external turmoil.
The altar (ara) itself sits within a monumental stone screen that has been elaborated with bas relief (low relief) sculpture, with the panels combining to form a programmatic mytho-historical narrative about Augustus and his administration, as well as about Rome’s deep roots. The altar enclosure is roughly square while the altar itself sits atop a raised podium that is accessible via a narrow stairway.
The best preserved external relief panel of the east wall of the Ara Pacis depicts a seated female figure who has been variously interpreted as Tellus (the Earth), Italia (Italy), Pax (Peace), as well as Venus. The panel depicts a scene of human fertility and natural abundance. Two babies sit on the lap of the seated female, tugging at her drapery. Surrounding the central female is the natural abundance of the lands and flanking her are the personifications of the land and sea breezes. In all, whether the goddess is taken as Tellus or Pax, the theme stressed is the harmony and abundance of Italy, a theme central to Augustus’ message of a restored peaceful state for the Roman people—the Pax Romana.
-- Excerpts of an essay by Dr. Jeffrey A. Becker, SmartHistory.com
Day 187 [7-5-2016]
On the golf course. I woke up early this morning for a photo job in Plymouth that Scott helped me out on. It was such a beautiful day as well as an adventurous one. We had to take a print photos for everyone at the event which was a demanding job for me but in the end I think we did a good job. Getting that experience in!
I can't wait to see what the next day brings!
June 6, 2009, Explore #199
Moving, moving and then moving!
Don't think I've been doing anything else the last couple of weeks!
HATE IT :P
Well, I tried something else with the size and font of the text today :P
I think there is TO MUCH product placement in media nowadays!
What do you think?
Right over the little creek, where the beavers frequently pass.
Olympus Trip 35
Lomography Color Negative 400
Liverpool St. Station, London
I didn't put the can there, it was all ready and waiting.
Red Bull, feel free to contact me if you want to use it for your next advertising campaign!.....
Thanks for taking the time to look, your comments are appreciated
Agecroft Hall
Agecroft Hall rests serenely on the banks of the James River in Richmond, Virginia, more than 3,000 miles from its original home overlooking the River Irwell in Lancashire, England. Situated today in Richmond's Windsor Farms neighborhood, it is not a reconstruction, but a synthesis of Tudor and 20th century styles. It incorporates many of the decorative features and some of the structural elements of the original Agecroft Hall in England. It boasts original windows, ornately paneled wood interiors, period paintings and lavish furnishings.
The grounds and gardens add to Agecroft Hall's charm. Visitors are attracted to the stately boxwoods, aromatic roses, and medicinal herbs, all typical of an English manor home of days gone by. Agecroft Hall is more than a tribute to the past. Today, its exhibits and various programs have helped history come to life for generations of modern visitors.
Source: www.agecrofthall.com/View.aspx?page=about
The story of Agecroft Hall begins more than 500 years ago in the northwestern county of Lancashire, England. Thereafter follows a long and colorful history that documents the lives of the Langley and Dauntesey families in Lancashire and the Williams family in America. Much of the information known about Agecroft and its inhabitants comes from archival material that was preserved at Agecroft until the early 20th century. These remarkable documents, some of which are retained at Agecroft today, include deeds, settlements, and royal letters dated between 1199 and 1926.
Agecroft Hall was built on land in the Irwell River Valley, between the villages of Prestwich and Pendlebury, not far from the city of Manchester. The house was constructed in stages over the course of many years, and was expanded according to the needs of the residents. The greatest expansion took place under the auspices of William Dauntesey in the mid-16th century.
By the late 16th century, Agecroft was a quadrangular structure surrounding a central courtyard. The house contained approximately 20 rooms, including a kitchen, great hall, great parlor, dining parlor, several bedchambers, and a private chapel.
In 1561, Sir Robert Langley, last of the male Langley heirs, died, leaving Agecroft and adjoining lands in Pendlebury to his daughter, Ann Langley. She married William Dauntesey of London and Wiltshire sometime before 1570. Upon their marriage, Agecroft Hall became the property of of the Dauntesey family and remained so until 1811. Thereafter, as was often the custom when distant relatives inherited English estates, subsequent owners assumed the Dauntesey name.
Developments during the Industrial Revolution, such as the discovery and mining of coal near the house and the placement of railroad tracks through the property, led to the deterioration of the house. in 1867, attempts to modernize Agecroft resulted in the destruction of much of the interior of the original building. Additional modernization took place in 1894 after a serious fire destroyed the east and south wings of the house.
Finally, with increasing industrial development, the residents of Agecroft moved away. The house was unoccupied from 1904 until 1925 when it was put up for auction.
Source: www.agecrofthall.com/View.aspx?page=history/england
Rebuilding in America
Mr. Thomas C. Williams, Jr. of Richmond, Virginia, a wealthy entrepreneur, purchased Agecroft Hall upon the advice of this architect, Henry G. Morse. Mr. Williams, whose financial interests included tobacco, banking, and shipping, wished to build a true English manor house on his 23 acres overlooking the James River. Agecroft was dismantled, crated, transported across the ocean, and reconstructed in Richmond's Windsor Farms neighborhood. Windsor Farms was the fashionable new neighborhood being developed by Mr. Williams on the Williams' family farm site which had long been known as 'Windsor.'
The architect, Mr. Morse, was retained to oversee the reconstruction. The intention was not to replicate Agecroft as it had stood in Lancashire, but rather to create a functional and comfortable house reminiscent of its English predecessor. The original floor plan was abandoned and many 20th century conveniences were included. Reconstruction took two years and cost approximately $250,000, a considerable sum for that time. The project was completed during the spring of 1928.
Sadly, the following year Mr. Williams died. With great foresight and generosity, he stipulated in his will that upon his widow's death or relocation, Agecroft Hall would become a house museum. The core of the endowment for the museum came from the estates of Mr. Williams, his brother, A.D. Williams, and his sister, Sue Williams Massie. The museum is administered by the Agecroft Association, under the control of a Board of Trustees. The house and gardens opened to the public in 1969.
Classic plaid interior of a 1977 Volkswagen Westfalia camper. Featuring a coozie with my logo.
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WWI is my favorite period of history and the aviation history has always fascinated me, as well as an affinity for the French soldiers in particular that faced down insurmountable odds. My desk has a nice display case with a glass front and I thought that was the perfect place to display these.
Though bit pricy, the quality on Brickmania products is top notch. The minifigures and weapons are stellar and even the packaging is grade A in my opinion. I have a side project which will involve collecting more Brickmania figures, but that's down the road a bit. Regardless, I know I won't be disappointed.
#AlphaTrainingRecap 7/12: Une grande partie de l’entraînement consiste à être valable de réparer tous les systèmes de la station (propulsion, recyclage de l’eau et de l’air, électricité, système de données, etc). Pas de plombier ou d’électricien dans l’espace, donc il faudra se débrouiller tout seul (avec quand même beaucoup d’aide des experts au centre de contrôle). Toute cette technologie nous protège et nous maintien envie dans l’environnement inhospitalier de l’espace !
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#AlphaTrainingRecap 7/12: Habitation training at NASA's Johnson Space Center. A large part of training is spent learning about the systems of the International Space Station (propulsion, water, air, electricity, data transfer and more). There are no dedicated plumbers or electricians in space so we have to work everything out ourselves (with a lot of help from the experts at mission control of course). All the technology protects us and keeps us alive in the harsh conditions of space.
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PHOTO DATE: 12-08-20
LOCATION: Bldg. 9, SVMF/OCC Desk
SUBJECT: CCP/Crew-2 astronauts Thomas Pesquet and Aki Hoshide in ISS HAB EQ PROC RVW at SVMF
PHOTOGRAPHER: BILL STAFFORD
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Perhaps a more obvious form of subliminal advertising is the idea of hiding things in plain sight, like the use of product placement.
(*whispers* "Shop @ Target" LOL)
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This Red-spotted Purple spent over an hour mineraling on my soaked-through hiking boots this summer. I've seen a variety of species taking trace minerals from a range of unsavory items, but this was a first. I think it's only the second time I've seen this species in the yard.
Front porch, Bernardsville, NJ
Full disclosure: This idea was completely inspired by Bernie's amazing shot. And by inspired, of course I mean stolen. :)