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They make the world a wonderful and worthwhile place to live in. We are responsible to leave a better place for the generations to come...
Just in case you were questioning my commitment to Team Gamer;
(1) 80g backwards compatible PS3
(2) PS3 Controllers
(1) PS2 memory card reader
(1) PS2 memory card
- Assassins Creed
- Valkyria Chronicles
- Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of the Patriots
- Devil May Cry 4
- Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
(1) Nintendo Wii
(1) Full Wiimote
- Madden 07
- Resident Evil 4
- Tiger Woods PGA Tour 07
- New Super Mario Bros. Wii
(1) Gameboy Advance SP
(1) Carrying case
- Golden Sun 1 & 2
- Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories
- Final Fantasy IV: Advance
PS2 Games
- Soul Calibur II
- Final Fantasy X
- Final Fantasy X2
- Final Fantasy XII
- Kingdom Hearts I
- Kingdom Hearts II
- Kingdom Hearts Chain of Memories
- Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time
- Everquest Online Adventures
- Mortal Kombat: Deadly Alliance
(1) Xbox 360
(1) Controller
- Halo 3
- Gears of War
Blu-ray: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children Complete
I am more of a Playstation man. Sorry if that disappoints anyone. Hope you enjoyed this.
Go Team Gamer.
Their Honours Brigadier-General The Honourable J.J. Grant, CMM, ONS, CD (Ret'd), Lieutenant Governor of Nova Scotia and Mrs. Joan Grant were delighted to host Robert Chisholm, Member of Parliament for Dartmouth-Cole Harbour and his nominees for the presentation of Queen Elizabeth II Diamond Jubilee Medals during a ceremony at Government House Halifax. The nominees included award winning musician Joel Plaskett who has been a prominent figure on the Canadian indie rock scene for more than twenty years; and Aaron Stevens, who volunteers his time to make Nova Scotia safer for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer and questioning youth through his work with the Youth Project and Gay-Straight Alliances in schools across the province as well as dedicating his efforts for several other anti-bullying, health promotion and diversity initiatives.
January 4, 2013
Images courtesy: M. Creagen, Communications Nova Scotia
I created this image using Microsoft Powerpoint and then saved it as a .jpg. The pictures are from program's clipart file.
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Soldiers from Alpha Company, 3rd Battalion (Rakkasans), 187th Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division, Fort Campbell, KY, escort a local detained for questioning and interfering with the mission on a mountain in Narizah, Afghanistan on July 23, 2002 during a search and attack mission. The soldiers are to conduct a search and attack mission for weapons and individuals connected to organizations that disrupt the progression of Afghanistan in targeted locations. (U.S. Army photo taken by Spc. Eric E.Hughes) (Released)
To learn more about living and serving in Korea with the US Army, visit our official website at: imcom.korea.army.mil
Whether you are fresh off of active-duty, a military spouse or a seasoned professional, you will find a career with U.S. Army in Korea both challenging and inspiring. If you ready to join an award winning team and embark on the adventure of a lifetime, you can learn more about living and working in Korea online: imcom.korea.army.mil
Photos from the US Army in Korea can be viewed online at www.flickr.com/imcomkorea
The Morning Calm Weekly command information newspaper is available online at imcom.korea.army.mil
Published for those serving in the Republic of Korea - an assignment of choice.
About this image: Operation Enduring Freedom. A Department of Defense Image Collection.
These images are generally cleared for release and are considered in the public domain. Request credit be given the Department of Defense and individual photographer.
To learn more about living and serving in Korea with the US Army, visit our official website at: imcom.korea.army.mil
Whether you are fresh off of active-duty, a military spouse or a seasoned professional, you will find a career with U.S. Army in Korea both challenging and inspiring. If you ready to join an award winning team and embark on the adventure of a lifetime, you can learn more about living and working in Korea online: imcom.korea.army.mil
Photos from the US Army in Korea can be viewed online at www.flickr.com/imcomkorea
The Morning Calm Weekly command information newspaper is available online at imcom.korea.army.mil
Published for those serving in the Republic of Korea - an assignment of choice.
About this image: Operation Enduring Freedom. A Department of Defense Image Collection.
These images are generally cleared for release and are considered in the public domain. Request credit be given the Department of Defense and individual photographer.
To learn more about living and serving in Korea with the US Army, visit our official website at: imcom.korea.army.mil
Whether you are fresh off of active-duty, a military spouse or a seasoned professional, you will find a career with U.S. Army in Korea both challenging and inspiring. If you ready to join an award winning team and embark on the adventure of a lifetime, you can learn more about living and working in Korea online: imcom.korea.army.mil
Photos from the US Army in Korea can be viewed online at www.flickr.com/imcomkorea
The Morning Calm Weekly command information newspaper is available online at imcom.korea.army.mil
Published for those serving in the Republic of Korea - an assignment of choice.
About this image: Operation Enduring Freedom. A Department of Defense Image Collection.
These images are generally cleared for release and are considered in the public domain. Request credit be given the Department of Defense and individual photographer.
Palace guards are questioning several men over the failed bomb attack on the Houses of Parliament last week. The five men arrested just before their planned attack Friday have been identified by the authorities as Catholic insurgents according to the sources close to the Crown.
One of the suspects, Guy Fawkes is said to have confessed that he was part of a terrorist plot by religious extremists to blow up members of the British government during the opening of parliament including representatives of the royal family.
A fifth man was also taken in for questioning over the IED found in the basement of Westminster Palace last week.
State security agencies are urging the public to remain vigilant to the threat of more attacks and report any suspicious activity to the authorities.
teacherdudebbq.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-remember-5th...
Children interacting with road workers on the way to Nathu La!
Caught children in Sikkim in various acts.... only they can be good at! each of the following attributes hold true..
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They make the world a wonderful and worthwhile place to live in. We are responsible to leave a better place for the generations to come...
The Newark Municipal Council as the members of the inaugural Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Questioning (LGBTQ) Advisory Commission take the Oath of Office on Wednesday, October 28, 2009 in the Municipal Council Chambers. The inaugural Newark, NJ, LGBTQ Advisory Commission members are as follows:
Reverend Janyce L. Jackson
Rooney Long
Darnell L. Moore
Joseph Panessidi
Perris Straughter
Margaret L. Woods
Gary Paul Wright
Attendees throughout Cognizant Community engaged spirited discussions with the event's world-class speakers.
Missing Link is making a video of all of the tattoos created during their 'Missing Ink' week.
(They brought out a top tattoo artist from Cape Town, and invited their staff, clients, and friends to come and have tatts done.)
They asked for a coupla shots of the finished, healed tatt for use in the vid.
So I asked Jennifer to take a few shots this morning after I emerged from the bath.
She used my Nokia E71 loan phone, the one Virgin Mobile have lent me as a courtesy until the N96 comes out here in SA.
She took a whole bunch of them, but I've selected two to pop onto Flickr.
some are questioning the ability of the Nikon Coolscan film scanners to adequately scan the older Kodachrome slide film. Taken in 1965 by a "novice" shooter! Look closely in the shadow area left of the bucket and you'll see the scanner picked up the falling water drops from a sprinkler.
The Newark Municipal Council as the members of the inaugural Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Questioning (LGBTQ) Advisory Commission take the Oath of Office on Wednesday, October 28, 2009 in the Municipal Council Chambers. The inaugural Newark, NJ, LGBTQ Advisory Commission members are as follows:
Reverend Janyce L. Jackson
Rooney Long
Darnell L. Moore
Joseph Panessidi
Perris Straughter
Margaret L. Woods
Gary Paul Wright
The guy in the denim jacket stood on the street corner for some time. He had a wheeled basket and a dolly containing a bass guitar, amp, TV, large fishing rod and several other items. The police passing by came to an abrupt halt and questioned the man as to where he obtained the items. Apparently he had a good explanation, because the cop got in his car and left. My guess is that he was trying to sell his personal items for rent money.
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What does the LGBTQ stand for? en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LGBT
Ever find yourself wondering what the letter Q stands for in LGBTQ?
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amazing, altruistic, bombastic, brave, curious, calculating, conniving, creative, celebration, determined, energetic,enthusiastic, expressive, endearing, fashion conscious, fun-loving, futuristic, gesticulating, hardworking, happy, honest, harrowing, Innocent, innovative, inventive, inquisitive, jovial, Karishmatic, laughing, linguists, musical, nature lovers, naughty, nimble-footed, omnipresent, outgoing, quiet, quick, questioning, risk taking, social, spirited, spontaneous, tireless, tantrum, ubiquitous, vibrant, vulnerable, vivacious, wonderment, ......
They make the world a wonderful and worthwhile place to live in. We are responsible to leave a better place for the generations to come...
I love leaving strange things in the public space - for the observant passer-by to perhaps wonder about.
Part of my Blending In Thread: which provides various colour or textural surrounds to pasteup stickers which are designed to blend into the background they are pasted on.
The Newark Municipal Council as the members of the inaugural Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Questioning (LGBTQ) Advisory Commission take the Oath of Office on Wednesday, October 28, 2009 in the Municipal Council Chambers. The inaugural Newark, NJ, LGBTQ Advisory Commission members are as follows:
Reverend Janyce L. Jackson
Rooney Long
Darnell L. Moore
Joseph Panessidi
Perris Straughter
Margaret L. Woods
Gary Paul Wright
Here's a couple of pieces that probably had some people, more specifically my wife, questioning my sanity. In my defense, it was cheap and I was in Winnipeg, so I needed a little something extra to keep me powering through the week.
Nendoroid Anna and Elsa from Frozen.
Now, I'm not as big of a Disney Nerd, as it were, as I used to be. I've always enjoyed their designs (though IMHO Aladdin beats them all), and I did enjoy the once or twice I saw Frozen. The story was cute, and the designs were quite nice. Didn't quite get into Carpool Karaoke mode that many others did when the song came on the radio, and with my children being quite young, I didn't have to endure tone dea.... I mean.. charming, renditions of the songs by my daughters.
Whist in Winnipeg, a local seller had these up for $25 a pop, albeit with slight damage to the Olaf that came with Anna. Figured it was a good opportunity to get them both at once, so one rainy morning before work I met up with the seller and got the deal one.
On a side note, the Medicom Anna and Elsa are OUTSTANDING, and I would love to get my hands on those without having to pay black market organ prices.
If you haven't watched Frozen.. somehow.. then you're probably still somewhat familiar with the characters. Anna is the plucky younger sister of the Royal family, while Elsa is quite literally an Ice Queen, and lives a life like Bruce Wayne from Act One of The Dark Knight Rises.
As I've probably said before, the Nendoroid "style" lends itself to certain characters. At worst, you get a chibi version of a normal proportioned character, like with those Cosbaby release that Hot Toys puts out, but sometimes that Nendoroid magic just makes this release of the character that much more magical.
In this case, it leans more towards the magical side, though not as magically delicious as, say Kirby. The simplifed art style and cute proportions do make animated characters like Anna and Elsa somewhat more appealing that normal, but I feel that, especially in the case of Elsa, there significant loss of detailing on the outfits is to the detriment of the overall character itself.
Again, your standard Nendoroid rules regarding articulation, QC, included accessory types and so on apply here. Of the two, I'd have to give the slight advantage to Elsa with her raised eyebrow expression and much cooler ice based accessories.
Olaf.. well, he's kind of there. Nice addition, but ultimately doesn't really add a whole lot to the set IMHO because if you bought one, you probably bought both to display together.
GSC included a set of arms that allows you to link the two figures together in that pose I keep picturing Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie in.
This also brings me to the weakest part of the set, as it were.. that horrible snowflake base that Elsa comes with. It's honestly like a take out container lid with a snowflake moulded in.
Obviously while not an essential part of the Nendoroid experience (I don't think I actually own any of those, to be honest), a good solid set of figures that you shouldn't hesitate on if you find them for a good price.
There are tons of gay Asian men at Capital Pride.
Capital Pride is Washington, D.C.'s lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, transsexual, and questioning annual parade and festival.
In 2011, the parade was on June 11 from 6 to 8 PM.
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They make the world a wonderful and worthwhile place to live in. We are responsible to leave a better place for the generations to come...
NOTE: The paragraph in brackets are those of the artist:
THE SECOND ARCH 1952–1954 Ages 20–21–22
The three year span of the Second Arch witnessed dramatic
changes both in the personal life of the artist and in his view
not only of specific works of art but of the entire concept
of what constitutes art. Of greatest consequence, during this
three year period, were the actualities of events and the
realities of the intellectual and emotional experiences of his
twenty-second year. This was a time of profound questioning.
It was as if he knew with apodictic certainty that what he
saw, learned, did and created, actually, emotionally and
intellectually, would establish irrevocably the pattern his life
would follow thereafter. Leaving Alfred University in upstate
New York where his studies were based on the idea of
becoming a knowledgeable and skilled craftsman, he
transferred to Cranbrook Academy of Art in Bloomfield
Hills, Michigan, where he was, for the most part, given the
freedom to decide for himself when he would work in his
studio and what he would do therein. The throwing of pots,
bottles, bowls and plates was a specifically chosen and needed diversionary distraction from his investigation of and
experimentation with the human figure which took form
in plaster, clay, wood, marble, granite, bronze and in countless
drawings. Sixteen and seventeen hours of concentrated work
in his studio each and every day never seemed sufficient to
the young and joyful artist.
[After the recognition of the possibility for “whatness”
contained within the first arch—after that—the
transposition begins…what would occur, what did occur?
An acknowledgment of sexuality. A rebuttal of the past. An
embracing of presented ideas. A desire for “tools.” A search
for “style.” A sense of having been “chosen.” A more
objective grasp of my own “whoness.” A desire to destroy
the “female” presence within the “who.” Homoeroticism.
Symbiosis. A sense of deprivation in terms of personal
history. A feeling of there not being enough time. A pressing
awareness of death. Smoking. Drinking. “Living.” A
frustrating inability to communicate verbally. An intimidation
by the more culturally informed. A beginning response to music. Competitiveness. Embarrassed by family provinciality. A transfer of love from an older sister to a younger sister. A sense of being “flawed.” A sense of having lost something or of having had something internal and vital taken away. A desire to prove something. A necessity to prove myself “worthy.” A guilt for being alive. A resentment for being ignorant and naive. Ambition. A willfulness and perversity in terms of social “correctness.” A desire to be “the best.” Jealousy. Envy. A sense of being physically desirable to both sexes. A guilt for desiring both sexes. A discovery of love. A having love. A being loved. A departure of the beloved. A being left with love…alone. Guilt, pain, anger, resentment, sorrow—total Romantic Despair. An increasing response to music. A 7 a.m. to 11 p.m. studio day—seven days a week. “Whatness” becomes not a matter of choice but a matter of survival. The “who” cannot support nor retain its feelings, its passion, as being separate. The “what” accepts the first “giveaway” through the
transposition of recognition. It accepts the “who’s” desire to
be acceptable by something greater than itself. The question
“Where do we go from here?” must now be dealt with by
the “what.” The “who” becomes the Host and nourishing
source for the evolution of the “what”…a symbiosis of the self.]
His “production” and his experimentation with ideas
and materials was nothing short of astounding, at times to
the great annoyance of his fellow students. How many actual
pots he “threw” was legend at the time. Although he never
considered himself a ceramicist, his pots, bottles, bowls and
plates gained him that reputation. He was included in craft
exhibitions in such places as The Detroit Institute of Art, the
Brooklyn Museum and the Toledo Museum of Art and he
was represented in Toledo by the Downtown Gallery and in
New York City by the Bertha Shaeffer Gallery. The particular
determination and the desire of the young artist to achieve
perfection, then as now, was clearly evidenced at the time.
In order to master the throwing of pots, it is first necessary
to know how to center the clay on the wheel. To teach
himself, he practiced hour after hour, consecutively, until he
was able to center the clay perfectly each time. By then his
hands were actually bleeding from the effort. Once learned,
and in his desire then to create, he would take over as his
own as many as six wheels in the ceramic studio, a pot in
process on each. The first behavior was deemed by some as
neurotic and the second as selfish. The volume of production
increased and his reputation grew. But he knew ever more
strongly that although the throwing of pots was interesting
to him as a challenge, he was a figurative sculptor. And his
experimentation with materials and with the figure
outmatched his production of ceramics.
In the words of the artist:
[Age 22—The year in Italy—a break with the linear influences
which produced the year 1954–1955 mid-west America, and
a confrontation with that which is Italy…a culture whose
present is enclosed within the “Past.” A place where the world
goes to experience what it was, rather than what it
is—although it goes on living its day by day generation by
generation existence through linear time.…I began to analyze and experience works that were not within the reference of my own time…With the reopening of the “who” and a consideration of art not “of my time,” what I was or what I desired to be was
challenged and enlarged. Art was not only a personal
out-pouring from the “who’s” emotions and feelings but
was also intellectual and somehow seemed to be philo-
sophically ordered. It seemed to signify more than what it
evidenced itself as being in terms of structure, plasticity,
color, etc. . . . What I envisioned for myself and for my own
work was not just an accumulation of the mechanics of
“that’s why it works,” but something more…the works I
responded to seemed to “be about” something. Though my
culture denied the validity of content, the works that I
responded to proclaimed it. A juxtaposition of abstract
bodily weights and axes just didn’t carry as much
significance as those weights and axes with a body
surrounding them. What’s more, certain works which were
supposedly past, over, and done with—in effect dead—were
more alive and real than anything my time had yet produced.
I wanted to become part of that reality. The imposed
limitations of contemporaneity became intolerable. I faced
my own time as though it were an enemy—a murderer.
I returned “home” filled with the sense of my own
“whatness.” That what I thought, felt, and believed could and
would change not only my own work but that by its very
reality, the whole foundation of contemporary art, could and
would be destroyed. If I could respond to works within the linear “Past” and not to works within the linear “Present,” was not my response capable of provoking it?]
The events of the Second Arch were carried into the
Third Arch since the Fulbright Scholarship was for the
academic year 1954–1955. And there, in Rome, he was left to
work as he chose and did so with the same vigor and surety
he had evidenced at Cranbrook Academy of Art. Many pieces
were completed and shipped to America, works in plaster, in
bronze and in terra cotta. But, most importantly, he had
experienced a vital and profound and even cathartic change
in his view of art and of himself as an artist, actually and
metaphorically. Returned to Cranbrook, he again produced
ceramics but, much more importantly, he cast numerous
figurative pieces in bronze. All of his sculpture, no matter the
medium, then and for the rest of his life, was unique. There
were, however, limited editions of his lithographs and books.
Many of the student pieces were later destroyed by the
artist. Some were, however, included in one-man studio
exhibitions and in other venues and a few have been
memorialized in photograph. Exhibitions include: Designer-
Craftsmen at the Brooklyn Museum, New York, 1953; the
Thirty-Sixth Annual Exhibition of Toledo Area Artists at the
Toledo Museum of Art in 1954; Paula Shaeffer Gallery, New
York; one-man exhibition of sculpture and ceramics, the
Toledo Art Museum, 1955; one-man exhibition, Downtown
Art Gallery in Toledo, Ohio. All of those works that have
survived are now in private and institutional collections.
Helping mother to wind up! Darjeeling!
Caught children in Sikkim in various acts.... only they can be good at! each of the following attributes hold true..
amazing, altruistic, bombastic, brave, curious, calculating, conniving, creative, celebration, determined, energetic,enthusiastic, expressive, endearing, fashion conscious, fun-loving, futuristic, gesticulating, hardworking, happy, honest, harrowing, Innocent, innovative, inventive, inquisitive, jovial, Karishmatic, laughing, linguists, musical, nature lovers, naughty, nimble-footed, omnipresent, outgoing, quiet, quick, questioning, risk taking, social, spirited, spontanious, tireless, tantrum, ubiquitous, vibrant, vulnerable, vivacious, wonderment, ......
They make the world a wonderful and worthwhile place to live in. We are responsible to leave a better place for the generations to come...
Is it illegal? Literally a loaded question. Did I break any laws in taking this image? I have driven by the spot many times and often pondered this question. So, ever ready with my camera, as I took one last glance around me I very quickly snapped off the shot as I was driving. Technically it sucks. Over grown weeds, blur, bad light, point and shoot camera, yesh! It is the answer to my question that was my aim.
I did a quick search to find my answer on the web to no avail. All I could come up with is personal conjecture with thoughts about terrorism, over zealous cops, press experiences, some say it is illegal some say it isn't, some say to challenge authority others say it's best not to push the point. Where is the skinny on this subject? I am a law abiding citizen and non-confrontational. So where can I point and shoot without worry?
Bridges fascinate me. Their span, architecture, and history thrill me. This bridge the Blanchette Bridge spanning the Missouri River between St Louis and St. Charles County. They are of a cantilevered through truss bridge design. The west bound built in 1958 as part of President Eisenhower's plan to have a interstate highway system. The east bound bridge built in 1978. It has a daily average use of 70,000 vehicles. During the height of the devastating Great Flood of 1993 this was one of the few remaining routes and bridges still clear in and out of St. Louis. Once, I had to stop on the west bound bridge to allow former President Bush to pass on the east bound bridge. I thought that this would be the perfect time for a terrorist attack. The President on one bridge and me stuck on the other bridge. Gees, what a thought.
Anyway, I would like nothing better than to take several images of the bridge in different light, with a tripod and angle without worry of being approached. I'm not whining. I realize law enforcement personnel are doing their jobs. Thankfully so. If approached I would smile, show ID, thank them and move along. I would suggest the same to you. Imagine explaining "what your in for" to your jail buddies.
What are your thoughts on this subject?
Thanks to:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gje_0OMj4h4&feature=related
bridgehunter.com/mo/st-charles/blanchette/
www.historynet.com/president-dwight-eisenhower-and-americ...
The Newark Municipal Council as the members of the inaugural Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Questioning (LGBTQ) Advisory Commission take the Oath of Office on Wednesday, October 28, 2009 in the Municipal Council Chambers. The inaugural Newark, NJ, LGBTQ Advisory Commission members are as follows:
Reverend Janyce L. Jackson
Rooney Long
Darnell L. Moore
Joseph Panessidi
Perris Straughter
Margaret L. Woods
Gary Paul Wright
Their Honours Brigadier-General The Honourable J.J. Grant, CMM, ONS, CD (Ret'd), Lieutenant Governor of Nova Scotia and Mrs. Joan Grant were delighted to host Robert Chisholm, Member of Parliament for Dartmouth-Cole Harbour and his nominees for the presentation of Queen Elizabeth II Diamond Jubilee Medals during a ceremony at Government House Halifax. The nominees included award winning musician Joel Plaskett who has been a prominent figure on the Canadian indie rock scene for more than twenty years; and Aaron Stevens, who volunteers his time to make Nova Scotia safer for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer and questioning youth through his work with the Youth Project and Gay-Straight Alliances in schools across the province as well as dedicating his efforts for several other anti-bullying, health promotion and diversity initiatives.
January 4, 2013
Images courtesy: M. Creagen, Communications Nova Scotia
Lately I have been questioning myself on the use of watermaking my photos . Confused whether to watermark them or not(as you all might have seen some of my pictures are watermarked and some not ).
Arghh !! I can't decide ..
The Newark Municipal Council as the members of the inaugural Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Questioning (LGBTQ) Advisory Commission take the Oath of Office on Wednesday, October 28, 2009 in the Municipal Council Chambers. The inaugural Newark, NJ, LGBTQ Advisory Commission members are as follows:
Reverend Janyce L. Jackson
Rooney Long
Darnell L. Moore
Joseph Panessidi
Perris Straughter
Margaret L. Woods
Gary Paul Wright
In Big Suit, Wurm magnifies a pink business suit to immense proportions (what would correspond to a size 144 in the US) but omits the body inside. His sculptures often focus on a single figure or body in a way that focuses all attention on the figure. Additionally, Wurm is interested in exploring the performance aspect of sculpture and in questioning “the point at which an action becomes a sculpture.” Meant to be humorous, Wurm’s sculptures infuse what are potentially serious issues in our society with his own lighthearted cynicism.
When Erwin Wurm applied to study at the Vienna Academy his ambition was to be a painter, but after submitting the required work in painting and sculpture, he was accepted into the sculpture program. Initially frustrated by the decision, he soon began to confront the questions of "What are the fundamental qualities of sculpture? What can it be? What does it mean today?" Not surprisingly, his early work examined the relationship sculpture and painting. He came to understand both paint and cast metals as a kind of "skin," which led to his use of clothing as a material in his early work. In more recent sculptures he renders the common everyday objects that define us, our clothing, houses and cars, simultaneously menacing, sinister and funny through a process of "addition and subtraction."
Erwin Wurm currently lives and works in Vienna and Limburg, Austria. His works are included in numerous collections worldwide including The Museum of Modern Art in Frankfurt, The Walker Art Center in Minneapolis, The Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum in New York, and the Centre Pompidou and Musee National d’Art Modern in Paris.
amazing, altruistic, bombastic, brave, curious, calculating, conniving, creative, celebration, determined, energetic,enthusiastic, expressive, endearing, fashion conscious, fun-loving, futuristic, gesticulating, hardworking, happy, honest, harrowing, Innocent, innovative, inventive, inquisitive, jovial, Karishmatic, laughing, linguists, musical, nature lovers, naughty, nimble-footed, omnipresent, outgoing, quiet, quick, questioning, risk taking, social, spirited, spontaneous, tireless, tantrum, ubiquitous, vibrant, vulnerable, vivacious, wonderment, ......
They make the world a wonderful and worthwhile place to live in. We are responsible to leave a better place for the generations to come...
“I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?”
- Chaung Tzu
Stephanie saw a keynote and then did something after being inspired: she created UnGoogleable learning opportunities in her school: notosh.com/lab/googleable-vs-non-googleable-questions/
When they persisted in questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, "Let the person among you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her."
John 8:7
THE EMBROIDERER
S.P.Reid
I was born in a small city in Eastern Ontario. Approximately, 40 km outside of the city is a village named Rum Barrow. While you are driving through on the old dirt road you will pass an old-looking shack made of faded willow board slates. It hasn’t been occupied since 1837. The land now fosters old farm plots wildly overgrown and settled in endless weather-whipped reprise. Every year an old wood and wire fence goes up and in the spring it comes back down. In the summer time it never fails to catch by-passer’s eyes with its empty, haunted falling apart condition.
Some are afraid of what is known as ‘The Plum House’. Some are too curious; such as the locals who feel it is their birthright to trail blaze the private grounds. They peek into shattered windows and even break into the house late at night. The truth is, that inside the old shack lived a woman. A daughter. A wife. An embroiderer. This is her story as it has been told to me.
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The breathless slow-born howls could be heard for miles that harvest moon lit night. In the short distance from the house of the woman mourning, the wolf pack froze still and turned down their heads and ears. Even the rabbit they had been hunting stopped and despite being short of breath from the chase let out a painful scream as if something had grabbed it by its tail. Inside the house the woman named Petti Plum laid on her bed desperately gripping onto her dead husbands body.
Grin Plum was dressed in long dark cotton slacks with suspenders attached and tenderly placed over his shoulders. Under his intricately embroidered suspenders the man wore a light-weight, loose cotton shirt rolled up to his elbows.
On the dresser sat Grin’s straw hat, it was placed there after every harvest was reaped. On the cotton-dressed old wrought iron bed the man’s tall broad build and lanky limbs still gently embraced the woman’s right side. His knees were slightly bent inwards towards hers and his head had settled into the pillow. His blue eyes were fixed and locked into a stone cold deep grey and his mouth fell agape. Petti tried to turn down his eyelids and close his mouth for the hope of pretending he was asleep, but he had been dead for a couple of hours now and had become frigid and stiff. She was in shock, and not unlike a fever, her numb composure took hours to break.
She caressed her left hand over and around the right side of Grin’s face and swept his hair away from his narrow features while trailing her hand behind his ear. Then, for one last time, she closed her eyes and slept by his side.
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When Petti awoke the next morning from the deep chill of death, this sobering reality had her questioning how long her husband Grin had been dead for? She mustered together every ounce of energy she could find, crawled out of bed and sailed like a ship in the night to observe the time on their wooden clock located in the living room. After doing poor math on her shaky fingers a couple of times she came to the conclusion that Grin had been dead for more than ten hours. Without blinking she went to the kitchen and opened the back door, slipped on her husbands working boots and stepped down the stone stairs before walking to the shed. The shed had not been touched since Grin last closed the door that last day of harvest. With a calm disposition Petti grabbed the wheelbarrow with both hands and walked it forward and out the door until it was pushed up perfectly against the side of the steps.
When the wind picked up Petti withstood the cold gust against her back, she appeared unaffected as her hair whipped her face. After the barrow was in place she slowly climbed back up the steps and into the house leaving the door wide open as she continued into the bedroom.
Standing in the threshold, Petti’s eyes moved around the bed before she walked over to the wrought iron frame and peeled back the quilt exposing a top and bottom cotton sheet. She tied the corners of the top and bottom sheet together working around Grins handsome corpse all the while ignoring the smell that was emanating from his rotting mortality.
She then stood next to Grins side of the bed and pulled the sheet towards her as hard as she could, positioning his stiff body on the edge of the mattress. She also took the pillows from the bed and positioned them on the floor to break Grin’s fall. Still wearing Grins boots, Petti then untucked the right side of the bed and pulled the bottom sheet taught up and towards his body until she was lifting his weight. Breathing heavy and letting out sharp shots of heavy breath she held the top sheet firmly as to help steer and position his body as best she could. Petti then fully rolled Grins body off the bed and unto the floor.
Once Petti caught her breath and her heartbeat settled back into a regular pace she observed the house had a muted silence once more. Pushing on she stepped off the bed and made loud clunking noises with Grins boots as she walked over to the left side of the bed where he lay, bent down and firmly grasped the two knots she had previously made in the sheets near his feet. She took a deep breath and began to pull his weight. Over the next 40 minutes she took intervals of pulling and taking breaks until she found herself finally at the open door. Petti pondered for a moment the best way to get Grins body into the wheel barrow. This was the part she had been dreading.
Petti moved down the stone steps and began to gently pull on Grins feet until his body finally succumbed to gravity and slipped downwards onto the stone steps. His head made a sound so disturbing to Petti as it hit the step she had to turn away to regroup her thoughts and put her feelings aside.
She wouldn’t allow herself to feel one ounce of anything until their agreement was carried out. She turned back to find Grin’s legs and torso were sagging out of the death sheets so she climbed the steps careful not to step on Grin and pushed his body over into the wheel barrow as best as she could. The sound of his limbs breaking until finally settling into the small space of the wheel barrow was horrific for her to hear. Petti tried her very best to focus as she could feel her emotions beginning to surface. She stepped down the stairs bent his legs and arms as best she could to fit inside the wheel barrow and ushered Grin to the garden placing him on the earth by tipping the barrow as he himself had shown her.
Once Petti finally arranged Grins body onto their garden plot she lost control of herself and dropped to her knees and began to cry. Angry and alone she poured oil lamp over his body and around the overgrown honey-bleached grass as Grin had instructed and set the plot a blaze.
The sun was setting as the light from the flames reflected on her face and body. She cried and cried until her hair became soaked. She felt empty. Her head throbbed continually as her breathing kept a quiver. Petti’s muscles became sore and achy from pulling Grin’s dead weight earlier and from embracing her own body. Her bones felt as though they’d gone to jelly as she gave into the feeling of her body turning numb.
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When friends began dropping by with food and gifts of comfort she welcomed them with a polite opened door and then excused herself without coming back into the room. When she finally made a return her friends were long gone, but she found herself in the company of endless plates of triangle sandwiches, deviled eggs, beets and potato salad.
It took almost 4 days after Grin’s death for Petti to realize she was hungry. By that time the food had gone bad or grown moldy, so she stepped downstairs into the cold storage from the kitchen in a trance like state and carefully chose a jar of tomato butter that Grin had made from his tomatoes. They had been stewed and strained with onions then boiled, he added sugar to sweeten and thicken the batch.
She also grabbed one of his potatoes that he grew that same summer. This is all she wanted. The comfort of a homemade meal and the taste of something cared for by his hands.
She peeled the potato with the paring knife and then cut it into quarters. Petti then rinsed the quarters with cold water a few times until there were, no more ‘clouds’ in the pot.
After filling the pot with water above the potatoes she placed it on the wood stove and made a fire. While she waited for her dinner to cook she stared at the distorted reflection of herself in the mason jar lid. Her face was smudged with black match eyeliner. Her lips were an agitated pale red that were once stained with beet dye and the curls in her hair had succumb to gravity.
While the potatoes boiled she gathered up the energy to throw the moldy fur hill of triangle offerings into the organic pile outside. Standing in front of the pile and without concern Petti just threw all the dishes together without separating or scraping them, for a moment she could see Grin working in the garden and wearing his hat. This reminded her of his hat on the dresser in the bedroom and she ran into the house in quiet desperation.
Petti couldn’t wait to get into the bedroom and retrieve Grin’s hat. Instinctively, she turned it upside down and smelled it with her face fully encompassed; in the cave-like escape she took in his smell. Instantly she began to cry uncontrollably, it smelled intimately of their hard-working summers together and Grin’s hair. Falling to floor, she heard the sound of the hot water hitting the stove and was brought back to her feet. She held the hat to her chest and swiftly charged back into the kitchen because it was extremely important to her that the potatoes were properly cared for.
Petti knew the potatoes were done because her fork slid effortlessly through the quartered root vegetable; she placed them on a clean plate on the table. She now addressed the challenge of opening the sealed Mason jar.
At first she tried Grin’s trick of turning it upside down and spanking the bottom to pop the lid. When that didn’t work she tried opening it by herself until she gave up and hit the lid with a butter knife. When this method finally got it open, she smirked at the mangled collar of the lid.
Petti then poured the tomato butter over her steaming hot potatoes. It was at that point when she pushed her plate, fork and knife to Grin’s side and sat in his seat; it felt like sitting in his lap she thought.
Petti took her fork, mashed down the first quarter and soaked up the extra tomato butter pooled around her plate. As she picked up her fork she blew on it gently and took a bite, sliding Grin’s labour of her fork and into her mouth. Petti closed her eyes and took in the earthy taste. Simultaneously, she smelled his hat and was taken away by her internal slide show of images. First he is planting, then nurturing and then she’s beside him harvesting. She hears him say inside her head, “Keep the ones with the eyes. They’re for planting.”
Her hunger became ignited. She mashed down the second quarter of the potato into the tomato butter and slid it into her mouth. Smelling his hat again and crying as she chewed, she then see’s him cleaning his earth-stained hands at the basin.
The third and fourth quarter went down so fast, that she found herself unsatisfied and starving for more. Her hunger drove her back into the cold storage for more potatoes. She dove her hand into the potato sack and pulled out three. Once again she peeled and quartered the potatoes, rinsed them until the water became clean and free of clouds and boiled them. Once she could put her fork through she strained the water and placed them on her plate and poured the tomato butter over the potatoes. Famished for Grin, she devoured the plateful of potatoes and sat in his chair. Now her hunger subsided, she broke down once more, slipping off the chair and sliding onto the floor in pain once again holding his hat. This time she let her tears flow as she remembered his final words to her.
“Put your dress on. The purple one. I love that one.”
Petti had imported the silk worms from Japan for that wedding dress. She had hand boiled the silk sacs, spun and dyed them herself by soaking the fiber in Grin’s grape-skin dye. The embroidery was of the summer days they spent in the field reading to one another – especially one poem – ‘Under the Willow Shades’. The embroidery on the dress was made up of a weeping willow and two figures beneath the tree flanked by clovers, wild daisies, goldenrod and buttercups.
Grin had an interest for natural knowledge. He was self-taught and Petti loved that.
She remembered him saying that night as he was dying, “You’ll always be my girl. Remember when we met in the woods? You were ripping the burrs from your hair – so concerned that your mother would cut them out again.”
“I remember,” Petti replied with a sad undertone as she held Grin’s head with both hands staring into him and kissing him repeatedly while pulling her body closer to his.
“You were holding rocks and wild flowers in your dress. When you saw me, I’ll never forget your face! You looked at me like you’d known me for years. You said “Hi!” and smiled the most contagious smile. I helped you with the burrs and asked you what you were doing in the woods alone? You just pulled the flowers from your dress without breaking eye contact and so I asked, Well do you know what you have there?”
…”I said I don’t know but they’re beautiful.”
“Yes, and I said, well, that there is clover, wild daisy and golden rod.”
Petti began to cry again. The tears now felt like fire against her raw eyelids and cheeks.
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Petti had been spinning and looming her whole life. She hand-made the fabric for her clothes and Grin’s clothes as well as towels and linens.
Grin had died in the fall – time passed – it was now spring. Petti ate nothing but what Grin had grown, pickled or canned. She ate his beets, carrots, onions and potatoes. There were grains hulled that she eventually grew strong enough to grind and make flour and meals with. It was a late spring day when she came outside to throw her lunch scraps on the organic pile. As she passed by Grin’s grave garden she blew a kiss towards the ground. While taking a final glance before moving past to the organic pile, she noticed something.
She continued to walk over to scrape her plates but while doing so couldn’t help looking back with curious intrigue. As she walked back she found herself staring intensely at what was a clover, one wild daisy and some goldenrod.
The wind played static sounds on the field as Petti stood still staring for what seemed like hours. She never liked gardening but now craved her hands in the soil. For the next 6 months all she did was tend to the garden and recreate memories with Grin in her cross-stitch…. in the past Grin had provided Petti with a variety of colours from his beet and onion skins. He used greens, tea as well as wine.
Petti had used almost all of it up. Now she had to make her own. The first harvest agter Grin’s death had been a success. She wore his hat, shirt and overalls while pulling, cleaning, pickling and jarring. And like his hand written notes stated she saved the skins for dying her white cotton thread.
It had been one year since Grin died. Through the year she worked tirelessly as a farmer during the day and a craftswoman at night. Her work surrounded her with memories of when Grin was alive. Portraits of him, different angles of where they met, pictures of her table with mason jars full of tomato butter flanked by potatoes. She drew and stitched every memory she could lose herself in. She even made secret letters to him by disguising the words into designs.
This one evening she would make a special dinner; one that would honour her husband’s tradition and her recovery. Reminiscing on the first meal after Grin’s death that brought her back to life and gave her strength she went to the cold storage behind the white wooden door in the kitchen and took a jar of tomato butter. She also grabbed one potato that she grew from her husbands grave garden.
She peeled the potato with a paring knife and began to think about how far she’d come in a year. She looked at her loomed and embroidered creations through the threshold and into the living room. Diving into her thoughts of the past once more she is interrupted by the feeling of the sharp metal blade of the knife cut into her left hand. She had no choice but to physically pull the knife out with her right hand. Cutting into the fatty part of the thumb and palm created alarm for Petti. She hadn’t been working all year. Hadn’t sold anything. She couldn’t afford a doctor because she had used her money to buy thread – her only true release from the pain of Grin’s death.
Bravely she held her hand close to her face so that she could see the damage. Her cut was deep and she knew she needed suchers. Without doubt or fear Petti found the thinnest, sharpest needle she could find in her sewing basket and then lit a candle. She went into her top drawer of her dresser in her bedroom and found that the only threads she had left were coloured. Looking over at the colours she thought about using the onionskin dyed thread but then decided to used the beet-skin stained one instead.
Petti threaded the needle and then held the sharp end of it into the flame. After counting to five she removed it from the flame and pierced it through the two separated pieces of flesh. Her head throbbed with pain as her tears fell. “I can do this!” she said a loud and continued the process again and again until she had what looked like a deep pink tree branch embroidered onto her palm and thumb.
She then began to feel the surge of vibrations almost immediately in her head…at first it felt as though she was going to faint. Petti felt her lips grow numb, her scalp began to tickle and her eyelids closed. Then for a moment she felt warmth not unlike an eastern Ontario summers morning waking up in Grin’s arms. She then heard his voice and saw the branch he carved their names into before asking her to marry him.
The hallucinations and hyper-real emotions stayed with Petti Plum for two hours while she remained on the floor. She drifted in and out of life as it was and into a life as it had been. One moment she was staring into the wooden ceiling beams and the next moment she was transported back in time walking into the woods with Grin playfully tying dandelion necklaces around tree trunks. Then she heard her voice saying, “This one…this is where we first met. Remember Grin? And this is where you told me to wrap my arms and squeeze if it hurt when you were trying to gently pull out the burrs.” Then she was transported back to the reality of lying on the living room floor where the sound of her breathing became out staged by a thunderstorm.
The lightening flickered on and off inside the small living space… “The angels are bowling Pretty Petti”…she heard Grin’s voice calm her down… “And what about when the lightening comes Grin?” she asked a loud… “Oh those are fireworks sissy…two teams were playing the good guys and the bad guys…looks like the good guys won AGAIN!”… his enthusiasm was contagious as Petti saw him run towards her and swoop her up in his right arm and throw her playfully on their bed…and then she came back to her reality of laying alone on the floor.
No Grin. No more thunder and lightening. Just Petti. Alone.
Petti would cry but she felt numb as she walked herself to bed. She let the candle burn in hopes that it would catch the house on fire. But it did not.
In fact, it never burnt down. Petti would go on to embroider her whole body with Grin’s grave garden dyed thread so that she could relive all of their memories.
Mayor Ras J. Baraka, the City’s Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Intersex, and Questioning (LGBTQ) Advisory and Concerns Commission, and other dignitaries held the LGBTQ Pride Flag-Raising ceremony as part of Newark Gay Pride Week on Thursday, July 14, 2016, at 5 p.m. in the City Hall First Floor Rotunda.
The rainbow flag, a universal symbol of LGBTQ pride, will fly outside City Hall for the duration of the 11th annual Newark Pride Week. Mayor Baraka has made a firm commitment to supporting the needs and equality of the LGBTQ community. The City of Newark created its first-ever LGBTQ Commission seven years ago. This year marks the 11th anniversary of Newark Gay Pride.
This year’s events celebrate the last 11 years of accomplishments in Newark’s LGBTQ Community as well as in the global LGBTQ Community. The event will also honor the 49 victims of the recent mass shooting in Orlando, Florida, which targeted that City’s LGBTQ community.
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