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People aren't totally evil
As others aren't entirely good
As humans we have our flaws
Particularly if backed into a corner
We will most times come out swinging
And will do things others think are bad
Equally a person who is into villainy
May surprise and do a charitable act.
Paul Warren Sunday, June 18, 2017
!@#$! your !@#$!'n gacha right up it's !@#$!'n !@#$!
SERIOUSLY!?!?! 3 rares 27 commons (which include a !@#$!'n handful of BOXES and balls of !@#$!'n dough for !@#$! sake).
I'm beyond DONE with !@#$! gacha's... I have a problem. Like a serious one, where I now have to scramble to pay my rent
because all I wanted was a pizza counter. 3000L's in with 4 of the same rare and a handful of the above mentioned.
Why do I do this to myself... honestly I don't care spending if I get what I actually want but this is rediculous... at 75$L a pull...
I'm out. I will try to refrain from participating in this bull!@#$!, you made something cool, sell it for what it's worth...
but this is just !@#$!'n madness.
Please for the love of SL does anyone have that damn counter I'll trade you for one of my MANY ovens. thanks... *goes and cries in the corner.
/rant
Slowly I am processing my images from our trip in September. Along the coast of the Bay of Fundy, you will find several fishing boats. I love to check out the names given to the boats. There is usually a good story behind choosing a name and often I try to imagine why a certain name was chosen. Some are pretty obvious. I wish I could have spoken to the owner about why he chose this name But then I thought he may go on a long rant about it and then simply rave about his boat. He obviously takes good care of his boat. :).
I'm trying to reach her heart
even though it's very difficult
I tried to seduce his heart
women are a color full of mystery to some men
women are a storm
who can destroy the garden of my heart
I love the embers of his love
which makes my blood boil
and fulfill my dream
in a place I couldn't understand
".... anyone who plays with fire-burns his hands.
who plays love-can hurt him .... "
-------------------------------------- rant 73. Novemb.13,2020
I Can See Brightness, Even In The Dark
I have seen the stars
But this time not on the sky
I have seen the moon
But this time not in the clouds
I have seen the sun
But this time not in daylight
I have seen light
But this time in twilight
And i can see brightness
Even in the dark
by Aanuoluwa Adebanjo Saturday, November 9, 2013
We will continue to walk through the storm despite the fatigue
and let time pass with its rotation
it will shape ourselves to be stronger to withstand all attacks
in the darkness we are increasingly alert
in the light we will be wiser
"darkness will return to its original place and the stars will begin to shine in the dark ocean"
Happy New Year 2021
for everything
-------------rant 73Dec 29,2020
The voice sounded again in my brain
His voice was low
Half a whisper
But it was able to destroy all feelings
also my ego ....
one by one....
That voice resounded in my right brain ....
dragging into the mystical world without limits
leaving my left brain which is too calculating
"....on the thing where we started walking
we will encounter special things
and leaving incredible footprints...."
The chelo sound came again
in this year's pandemic season
and we will keep going
even though the heart feels upset
once again we will go beyond
as our predecessors did
-------------------rant 73 Octo 09,2020
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The Frozen Lakes
The lakes are frozen again.
They look like silver glass.
The cold winds from the north do blow
and another winter must pass.
The life that's under this wintry scene
conserves its energy.
It awaits the warmer approach of spring
to lift this canopy.
And when it feels the crackling ice
and the warmth of the sun
it will rise to the surface in its annual search
for food to overcome
the stillness it's known in the deepest water
that now seems to be done.
Life returns to the lakes again
as the ice does disappear.
The water comes alive again
and once again we hear
its life.
by Edwina Reizer Friday, August 26, 2011
some of us are delusional world explorers
we often see the extraordinary in dreamland
some of us can steal it
some of us just enough to see it
getting away to dreamland
the more we see a special
we can remember it and steal it
to share with us all
about our journey in dreamland
rant 73
January 3rd, 2010
What kills me is that should have finished this project 3 days ago.
w/e w/e.
That's what you get for slacking off, Lorraine.
/rant.
Pretty productive day. I reorganized and retaped my print wall. yeeeeeeee.
THE BLACK VULTURE
Aloof upon the day's immeasured dome,
He holds unshared the silence of the sky.
Far down his bleak, relentless eyes descry
The eagle's empire and the falcon's home --
Far down, the galleons of sunset roam;
His hazards on the sea of morning lie;
Serene, he hears the broken tempest sigh
Where cold sierras gleam like scattered foam.
And least of all he holds the human swarm --
Unwitting now that envious men prepare
To make their dream and its fulfillment one,
When, poised above the caldrons of the storm,
Their hearts, contemptuous of death, shall dare
His roads between the thunder and the sun.
by George Sterling Saturday, January 4, 2003
212) Black-Naped Monarch
Black-Naped Monarch, Hypothymis azurea, Kelicap Ranting
The black-naped monarch breeds across tropical southern Asia from India and Sri Lanka east to Indonesia and the Philippines. This species is usually found in thick forests and other well-wooded habitats. The black-naped monarch has short legs and sits very upright whilst perched prominently, like a shrike. It is insectivorous, often hunting by flycatching. When alarmed or alert, the nape feathers are raised into a pointed crest.They will join mixed-species foraging flocks and are active in the understory of the canopy. The breeding season is March to August and the nest is neat cup placed in a fork. The nest is built by the female while the male guards. The typical clutch is of three eggs with both parents incubate and feed the young which hatch after about 12 days.
Kelicap Ranting adalah burung kecil berwarna biru yang bergerak pantas di kanopi pertengahan dan atas hutan memburu serangga-serangga kecil. Ia agak sukar dirakam gambarnya kerana saiz, tabiat dan kepantasannya bergerak. Namun sewaktu musim bersarang, ia akan sering berulang alik ke sarang, memberi peluang untuk gambarnya dirakam.
Exif: f6.3, 1/80, ISO 1000, focal length 800mm, Cik Canon EOS 50D, lens Canon 400mm, TC 2.0, tripod Feisol
You Have The Spirit Of A Red, Red Rose
It's not defined or hidden by petals
nor demarcated by sharp wetted thorns
her eyes hypnotic beauty possesses
the stars like the sky that the sun adorns.
You have the beauty of a wild hedge rose
I want to prick my thumb, feel all loves woes
your heart doesn't require any bedclothes
you have the spirit of a red, red rose.
Don't want to hold you in any way coarse
like the Persian rose, you are the truest-source
but like the hedge rose if taken by force
all four petals frail will-disperse of course
love, taken slowly grows not in deceit,
gowns-they're-for dilettantes in conceit.
by Mark Heathcote Friday, August 3, 2018
Sleazes, dirty stinking sleazes.
Not so much of a deep and meaningful artistic image this, more just vocalising a point that's been driving me nuts for ages. Having become a follower of numerous 365 projects, both guys and gals, and those of a non-self portrait nature, I've noticed one glaringly obvious fact. Wherever there are female self portraiture artists, or people posting regular images of pretty ladies, out come the perverts.
Now if we're being blatantly honest, any guy on earth who's seen some of these shots (and I'd wager a fair few women too) will have had a look at some of these images and done the metaphorical whistling out loud and muttered something along the lines of 'hell, that's quite nice!' It's human nature. Doesn't matter which sex, if there's a photo of them looking a bit attractive, someone, somewhere will be appreciating it in a purely "yummy!" kinda fashion. The way Flickr peeps seem to vocalise this varies though. We get those who skirt all around the houses to avoid saying 'yummy,' we get those who are perhaps a little less guarded, either by their own personal confidence or the anonymity of the internet, or by the fact that they feel their work will speak for itself, and utter a more honest and flirtatious 'yummy.' Then we get the people out there who are blatantly just sleazes, who you just know spend their every waking hour surfing for porn and Flickr for images of women in a state of undress or allure. These are the same people idling quoting Celine Dion lyrics and the same catchphrase they've used all week (see above) to every damned girl they feel like leering over, as though doing so will somehow mystically enchant the photographer/model/girl into thinking they're actually alright instead of being sat behind their computer god knows where with their pants round their ankles making themselves Blind. Point being that in many cases these subjects or photographers are almost always people who tirelessly work at their images and the meaning behind them, working their asses off to take the shots that these people then use as a cheap way to get their rocks off. It's rude, and more than a little creepy.
I'm not trying to say that any one area of looking at photos of people in a voyeuristic fashion is more acceptable than any other, but the wealth of porn that seems to be apparent both here and online in general is at least basically designed to be viewed whilst doing your business. Many of the self portraitists I see being plagued by these comments and pervs are becoming friends via this site, and although I'd always steer well away from assuming its any of my business, I do feel a sense of protection and disgust for them. So for those of you out there who haven't got the subtle references in this spiel, go back and read again for clues, and good luck with keeping your stream pervert free! ;-)
I guess it comes down to the age old idea that you studied in class when learning about photography, or at least banged your head against when teaching yourself. We steer dangerously close to feminism, and perhaps how all guys shooting women, or looking at images of them are being exploitative. For me personally, I never felt intelligent enough to actually argue one side or the other there, more content that I knew it existed and that I remember the ideas every single time I look at or shoot a woman. It's probably not enough, but I feel less guilty and ignorant by at least knowing some things. The bit about it that I really resent is how the pervs of this world, and if we're being blunt, of Flickr are making it such an issue that in order to be accepted as a genuine viewer and commenter of *insert photographer here*'s images, you have to almost prove yourself, either by the words you say or the images you display. It's not the fault of the women/photographers who are like this, faced with such a barrage I'd be the same, I just resent the fact that by association as a man looking at pictures of women, I'm apparently a sleaze first until proven otherwise. So thank you Flickrpervs for making this website more difficult than it needs to be! ;-)
(Yes I am aware of the irony in ranting about this over a picture of some breasts...:-P)
(Note this image is actually my editing of someone else's photo, used with permission. In absence of access to a ladychest of my own, and knowing my own mancleavage isn't so pretty, a friend 'loaned' me hers. She wishes to remain anonymous, but thank you. You know who you are.)
Wow!!!!!! WHat a well thought out composition. . . that combines key elements of complex architecture. . . principally a winding wall that contains windows, masonry, stone, arches, stairways, turrets, and, yes faces at, literally every turn. The effect is that the masonry tries to hold things together, provide passageways, bridges, stairs, and dwellings. . .but, at every turn, like I said, there is a suspicious face, or a mistrustful, or a wary one, looking out in all directions, as if the shelter itself was a false promise. . .and all that it really accomplished was to bring the dangerous (see faces) human elements into closer contact and thus ensure that there would be the very trouble that everyone had sought to avoid.
respon on social media by Diehl Mackey-Pyfer
,Portland, Oregon
forest fires like a creepy modern ghost. Intentional or unintentional, money or political goals. still it's a disaster that costs money to deal with. And we still want a green earth, an earth full of oxygen. Without pollution. and some of us use nature by destroying it for personal gain. We all still want the earth which is green green and green full of oxygen
forest fires are ghosts in the modern world .....
----------------------------------------------------------------rant73.Septem.19,2019
GREEN - lyric song Iwan Fals
My forest,
Broken!
My sky
Leak!
The air I breathe,
Polluted!
The food I eat,
Poison!
Green My Green is Green
Green Green World
Green My Green is Green
Green World
Green My Green is Green
Green World
Green My Green is Green
Green World
Green
The tide is out at the unspoilt Royal Oak at Langstone, the sea that laps its walls replaced by whispering seaweed, exposed oyster beds spurting and clicking and flocks of wading birds...and me, attempting to walk across the marshes on an ancient route called The Wadeway that appears on the OS maps as a bridleway. It doesn't exist! (Dangerously so if you're an idiot like me that plows and wades on regardless.)
More of that rant coming up in later postings.
In the distance are the remains of a moated manor house, now known as Warblington Castle. Mostly destroyed in the Civil War, all that remains is part of a gate-tower, probably saved as an aid to navigation.
Womens Strength
Were all pawns being played by the king?
Funny how the king always hides behind the queen
by Pink Tigress Saturday, November 19, 2011
Earth Presses against Us
By Mahmoud Darwish
Earth is pressing against us, trapping us in the final passage.
To pass through, we pull off our limbs.
Earth is squeezing us. If only we were its wheat, we might die and yet live.
If only it were our mother so that she might temper us with mercy.
If only we were pictures of rocks held in our dreams like mirrors.
We glimpse faces in their final battle for the soul, of those who will be killed
by the last living among us. We mourn their children’s feast.
We saw the faces of those who would throw our children out of the windows
of this last space. A star to burnish our mirrors.
Where should we go after the last border? Where should birds fly after the
last sky?
Where should plants sleep after the last breath of air?
We write our names with crimson mist!
We end the hymn with our flesh.
Here we will die. Here, in the final passage.
Here or there, our blood will plant olive trees.