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DAY 153
There I am, hands on the hips standing butt-naked in a room full of dudes contemplating my next move. Rewind half a day and the sudden jolt of tires screeching on the Tokyo runway resuscitate me from my deep slumber after spending the night in the Manila airport watching movies. One train ride later and I’m walking around this colossal city trying to get my bearings. It takes me an hour to find my hotel; the language barrier is proving to be somewhat difficult and it didn’t help that the signage for the hotel did not replicate the advertised name on the internet. They tell me check-in isn’t for another hour and a locker will cost $3. Not a chance hombre! So I sling my backpack over my shoulder and walk around the city for another hour. Finally time to check into my hotel, I dump my bags and head up to the 9th floor where the public bathroom is located to freshen up. When I walk through the first door I am greeted by a middle-aged Japanese man and his hairy penis. I edge around the perimeter of the room, clutching the walls while his wang locks its gaze on me like the Mona Lisa. Now at this point I’m not entirely sure what awaits me through door number 2, but I can only assume that it’ll be MA15+ containing nudity. Jon of 5 months ago would’ve tucked and rolled, but these days I’m never one to shy away from a new experience. So that brings us back to standing in the middle of the onsen, clothes stuffed into a pigeon-hole and as naked as the day I was born. Do I – A) hop into the shared bath where 2 men quietly simmer in the boiling water, B) pull up a stool next to old mate scrubbing his grundel on the seated showers, or C) join the silver-fox that’s hangin’ brain in the sauna? The answer is D) all of the above. When in doubt, the answer is ALWAYS ‘all of the above’.
Japan, what a crazy, foreign, futuristic out-of-this-world place. I frickin’ love the shit out of this country. It is so awesome in a way that I could just walk around the streets squealing and gawking at the ridiculousness of it all for hours on end. Toilets with 9 additional buttons that I’m not familiar with, conveyor belts for bicycles, cat cafes, pachinko, vending machines…. I spent days in Tokyo exploring the streets and alleys of various suburbs and unwinding in the peaceful gardens.
I love Japan and I cannot wait to come back someday. But when I come back, I won’t do it on a backpacker’s budget. If you’re strict, you can get by relatively cheaply; but sometimes that can be depressingly soul crushing. One night I went to a sushi train for dinner and piled 95cent sush into my gullet. I was a happy man! That is until the $5 plates of squid and salmon start parading past my eyes; it then becomes an internal battle of ‘think long-term Jon, you can’t afford this!’ verses ‘but it looks so tasty, and…I just want it!!!’
In Kyoto I spent a couple of days visiting the various sites around town. It’s all very pretty, but nothing grinds my gears more than going to a site and being herded like a sheep with hundreds of other tourists. The Golden Temple is supposed to be a peaceful place that sits atop a lake, well that’s what the photos make it out to be anyway. But when you’re there it’s more like a festival mosh-pit the way people push and shove in order to get to the front spot for that postcard photo. Then, just to make you feel like you’re getting your $5 worth, the path snakes endlessly through an uninteresting park until you finally reach the exit where money grabbing touts are hawking overpriced souvenirs. Yeah, peaceful temple my arse.
The next day I met some people at the hostel and we all decided to get out of the city for the day and climb the Konze Alps. Now this is more my style – killer views, dangerous rock climbs, good company and I don’t have to worry about getting an eye poked out by a selfie stick. We underestimated how long it would take to actually get to the Konze Alps and by the time we reached the peak, the sun was just about ready to call it a day. The descent tested our navigational skills and eventually tricked us into taking a forgotten path of yellow caution tape, crumbling bridges and ankle-busting surfaces. We took so many wrong turns that we ended up discovering an overpass for a highway road that is no longer in use. We ran the length of the overpass, lapping up the peculiar silence that hung over the area before coming to a halt at the entrance to a long, pitch black tunnel which cut straight through the mountain. It was such an eerie feeling, I felt like we just uncovered some government secret or something. As we made our way back to the pathetic fence that did a terrible job of keeping us out, the quiet buzz of a camera adjusting its focus caught our attention; someone somewhere was watching us. There’s something about making discoveries like this that really excites me and ends up leaving a much more lasting impression than any of the touristy sights do.
On our way back down the mountain, I couldn’t stop thinking about a conversation Tom and I had a few nights earlier. In a tiny Japanese bar with dim lights and graphited walls, we sat on cushions getting drunk on Snowballs while Tom told me the story of Nara Dreamland as though it were some urban legend passed down throughout the generations. In 1961 the amusement park known as Nara Dreamland was built and after low visitation numbers, it finally closed its doors in 2006. It’s situated on the outskirts of Nara, but instead of bulldozing the lot and reusing the land, they sealed it with barbed wire and put a big, bad, scary security guard in charge of keeping out any unwanted visitors.
The next day I arrived in Nara and dumped my bags at the hostel that I’d purposefully selected for its proximity to the amusement park. Google Maps guided me for half an hour along the highway then through a suburban area made up of cute little Japanese homes. When I got to Dreamland I walked the perimeter of the entire park, located potential entry points and scoped around for any sign of life. This was merely a reconnaissance mission, I wasn’t to make my move until the morning. That night I charged my camera batteries, cleaned my lenses, synchronized watches and laid out my darkest clothing.
4am the alarm sings its sweet jingle and my eyes are wide open - the sudden reality of all of this is beginning to wrap its hands around my throat. Just like the previous day, I followed my own footsteps down the highway and through the suburbs. I read online that people have entered straight over the main gates at the south-east corner, but I chose the old loading bay on the west side as my entry point, because the entire section had shoulder high shrubbery that I could use for cover. There was only a small section where the barbed wire had been peeled back, so I slowly squeezed my way over the fence and jumped down onto the cold driveway. By this point my heart was pounding out of my chest and the adrenaline was pumping through my veins. Each step I took seemed to slap on the pavement or crunch twigs no matter how careful I was. After 30 metres the overgrown shrubbery parted and I stood out in the open with my jaw dangling from my face. In the corner was a metal rollercoaster wearing a thick layer of blood-orange rust, above me sat a cable car station barely visible through the strangling vines, behind me a river cruise with rotting wooden boats struggled to stay afloat in the green swamp water and in the middle a dusty carousel pleaded for attention like a forgotten toy. Mother Nature has taken back this land in the most hauntingly beautiful way possible. I crept around the sides of buildings, peered around corners before committing and kept my head on a 360 degree swivel. But after a while, I soon realised that the big, bad, scary security guard was either still in bed, or just an old wives tale.
This ended up being one of the best experiences of my life. What’s better than an amusement park you ask? An abandoned amusement park! I hesitantly skulked through the Haunted House with a flashlight, rustled through the souvenir shop for a little memento and climbed to the top of the old wooden rollercoaster before sitting on the carousel and eating my packed breakfast. I spent three hours there searching through every building and inspecting every inch of every ride. As I walked around the park, I could almost hear the children’s laughter, the roar of the rollercoasters and the music jingling from the merry-go-round. What a fascinating place! Just thinking about it now gives me tingles; it felt like a post-apocalyptic ghost town.
Well, I’ve wasted most of this blog talking about Dreamland…other things I did in Japan included a sake tasting in Nara, visiting the peace museum in Hiroshima, climbing Mt Misen, making cup noodles at the Cup Noodle Museum, riding a bike around Kyoto, riding a bullet train (and yes, they are as awesome as you would expect), watching sumo wrestlers train and visiting more temples and shrines than I can count on all my digits.
JGazz – living in Dreamland
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A challenge!
Description: To replicate 3 images in each others style.
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Primary colours, geometric shapes, linear, reflections, symmetry, shadows, faces, abstract, amazing eye for clever details
This print is 14 cm in radius at the base and will be about 10 cm high. Estimated build time: 16 hours.
I have driven past Winchester on the M3 five times this year, on the sixth passing, I tried to find a place to park so I could visit the cathedral.
It costs £8.50 to go in, but you can take as many pictures as you like, which is fine by me.
The Nave and Chancel are huge, and long. All surfaces are apparently covered with memorials, with other spaces filled with chapels and shrines to past Bishops, as well as the relics of St Swithun.
It did rain after I left. Not a good sign.
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Winchester Cathedral is a cathedral of the Church of England in Winchester, Hampshire, England. It is one of the largest cathedrals in Europe, with the longest nave and greatest overall length of any Gothic cathedral in Europe.[3]
Dedicated to the Holy Trinity,[1] Saint Peter, Saint Paul, and before the Reformation, Saint Swithun,[4] it is the seat of the Bishop of Winchester and centre of the Diocese of Winchester. The cathedral is a Grade I listed building.
The cathedral was founded in 642 on a site immediately to the north of the present one. This building became known as the Old Minster. It became part of a monastic settlement in 971.
Saint Swithun was buried near the Old Minster and then in it, before being moved to the new Norman cathedral. So-called mortuary chests said to contain the remains of Saxon kings such as King Eadwig of England, first buried in the Old Minster, and his wife Ælfgifu, are in the present cathedral.[5] The Old Minster was demolished in 1093, immediately after the consecration of its successor.
In 1079, Walkelin, Bishop of Winchester, began work on a completely new cathedral.[6] Much of the limestone used to build the structure was brought across from quarries around Binstead, Isle of Wight. Nearby Quarr Abbey draws its name from these workings, as do several nearby places such as Stonelands and Stonepitts. The remains of the Roman trackway used to transport the blocks are still evident across the fairways of the Ryde Golf Club, where the stone was hauled from the quarries to the hythe at the mouth of Binstead Creek, and thence by barge across the Solent and up to Winchester.[citation needed][No sign of any Binstead Creek on the map]
The building was consecrated in 1093. On 8 April of that year, according to the Annals of Winchester, "in the presence of almost all the bishops and abbots of England, the monks came with the highest exultation and glory from the old minster to the new one: on the Feast of S. Swithun they went in procession from the new minster to the old one and brought thence S. Swithun's shrine and placed it with honour in the new buildings, and on the following day Walkelin's men first began to pull down the old minster."[6]
A substantial amount of the fabric of Walkelin's building, including crypt, transepts and the basic structure of the nave, survives.[7] The original crossing tower, however, collapsed in 1107, an accident blamed by the cathedral's medieval chroniclers on the burial of the dissolute William Rufus beneath it in 1100.[6] Its replacement, which survives today, is still in the Norman style, with round-headed windows. It is a squat, square structure, 50 feet (15 m) wide, but rising only 35 feet (11 m) above the ridge of the transept roof.[8] The Tower is 150 feet (46 m) tall.
After the consecration of Godfrey de Luci as bishop in 1189, a retrochoir was added in the Early English style. The next major phase of rebuilding was not until the mid-14th century, under bishops Edington and Wykeham.[10] Edingdon (1346–1366)[11] removed the two westernmost bays of the nave, built a new west front and began the remodelling of the nave.[12]
Under William of Wykeham (1367–1404) the Romanesque nave was transformed[clarification needed], recased in Caen stone and remodelled in the Perpendicular style,[13] with its internal elevation divided into two, rather than the previous three, storeys.[14] The wooden ceilings were replaced with stone vaults.[13]
Wykeham's successor, Henry of Beaufort (1405–1447) carried out fewer alterations, adding only a chantry on the south side of the retrochoir, although work on the nave may have continued through his episcopy.[15] His successor, William of Waynflete (1447–1486), built another chantry in a corresponding position on the north side. Under Peter Courtenay (Bishop 1486–1492) and Thomas Langton (1493–1500), there was more work. De Luci's Lady chapel was lengthened, and the Norman side aisles of the presbytery replaced. In 1525, Richard Foxe (Bishop 1500–1528) added the side screens of the presbytery, which he also gave a wooden vault.[10] With its progressive extensions, the east end is now about 110 feet (34 m) beyond that of Walkelin's building
King Henry VIII seized control of the Catholic Church in England and declared himself head of the Church of England. The Benedictine foundation, the Priory of Saint Swithun, was dissolved. The priory surrendered to the king in 1539. The next year a new chapter was formed, and the last prior, William Basyng, was appointed dean.[17] The monastic buildings, including the cloister and chapter house, were later demolished, mostly during the 1560–1580 tenure of the reformist bishop Robert Horne.[18][19]
North Transept
The Norman choir screen, having fallen into a state of decay, was replaced in 1637–40 by a new one, designed by Inigo Jones. It was in a classical style, with bronze figures by Hubert le Sueur of James I and Charles I in niches. It was removed in 1820, by when its style was felt inappropriate in an otherwise medieval building. The central bay, with its archway, is now in the University Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology at Cambridge;[20] it was replaced by a Gothic screen by Edward Garbett, its design based on the west doorway of the nave.[21]
This stone structure was itself removed in the 1870s to make way for a wooden one designed by George Gilbert Scott,[22] who modelled it on the canopies of the choir stalls of the monks (dating from around 1308).[23] Scott's west-facing screen has been much criticised, although the carving is of superlative workmanship and virtually replicates the earlier, albeit finer, carving of the early 14th century east-facing return stalls on to which it backs. The displaced bronze statues of the Stuart kings were moved to the west end of the Cathedral, standing in niches on each side of the central door. Scott's work was otherwise conservative. He moved the lectern to the north side of the quire beside the pulpit, facing west, where it remained for a century before returning to its present central position, now facing east.
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Attempting to replicate a shot of Childish Gambino in one shot.
Setup:
1 light blue gelled speedlight above center
1 pink gelled speedlight Camera left
1 Dark Blue gelled speedlight behind me and pointed forward
1 Green gelled speedlight lower camera right
1 snooted speedlight camera right eye level
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Tomica replicates this stunning 2+2 coupé with its low muscular stance and race-bred lines pretty well. For the real deal the sales speak states that the RC F is engineered to provoke a potent physical response in drivers who insist on uncompromising high-performance and unreserved refinement. I guess the starting price of £63,000 plus assists in this statement. Meanwhile I am more that happy with Tomica’s model and saving a good few quid.
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Number 84
Colour White with black bonnet and roof sections
New issue in 2020
Features - suspension
Made in Vietnam
Scale 1:64th as quoted by manufacturer
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Bulgarian soldiers, replicating Afghan National Army, prepare to search a building during a cordon and search training exercise at the Grafenwoehr Training Area in Grafenwoehr, Germany, March 10, 2012. The U.S. Army's 173rd Airborne Brigade Combat Team, Europe's rapid-reaction force, is conducting a mission rehearsal exercise at the Joint Multinational Readiness Center in preparation for an upcoming deployment to Afghanistan. The exercise is designed to develop combat skills, counter-insurgency tactics and the multinational partnerships between the military forces of the U.S., Albania, Bosnia, Bulgaria, the Czech Republic, Romania, Serbia and Slovenia. (U.S. Army photo by Pfc. Andre Forrest/Released)
This is my attempt at to loosely replicate the vibe that the AI image generated.
Broadly similar but, oh my! I loved dressing this way!
A loopable 360 degrees turntable study of the MakerBot Replicator 2X 3D printer.
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My girl is wearing new fashion handmade by me. This green lace skirt is handsewn with a lower white cotton skirt and teal lace trimming.
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Genome dynamics and stability are the ne plus ultra requirements for cellular life. No matter whether life began with metabolism, with self-replicating genetic molecules, or as a cooperative chemical phenomenon, all cells and viruses maintain a genome capable of multiplication, variation and heredity. A population of living entities with these properties will evolve by natural selection, and while modern metabolism supplies the monomers from which genomes (i.e. replicators) are made, genomes alter the kinds of chemical reactions occurring in metabolism (Maynard Smith and Szathmary 1997). This book deals with DNA repair and replication. Together with two other planned volumes,one on transposable elements and genome dynamics and another on recombination and meiosis as a key issue of the metazoan germline development, this volume introduces the conceptual frame work of the series. An earlier review on the classic monograph Mobile DNA (Berg and Howe 1989) was entitled“On the Impossibility of Knowing More. ”It states:“This big book indeed tells us everything but says nothing. It provides no conceptual framework as to what the burgeoning bulk of molecular data means, not out of intent but because it is swept along by an attitude found increasingly in science of ‘never mind the quality, feel the width’ ... the book is essentially uninformative regarding the biological importance of transposable elements in ontogeny and phylogeny” (Dover 1990). The present book series tries to circumvent such criticism. Of course, there have been milder opinions of the monumental Mobile DNA book as well (Brookfield 1989; Fincham 1989). Actually, the 2002 publication of its successor Mobile DNA II (Craig et al. 2002) impressively demonstrates the swift progress int his significant research field, which now not only largely addresses questions of evolutionary relevance but pragmatically feeds additional knowledge applied in human gene therapy or helps to understand the somatic maturation of the immune system by V(D)J recombination. The latter actually demonstrates the closeness of transposable element transposition to DNA repair as the V(D)J recombination reaction is completed by the non-homologous end joining (NHEJ) DNA repair pathway in lymphocyte development where the DNA double-strand break (DSB) is generated through the transposase (i.e. endonuclease) activity of an ancient transposable element. This transposon inserted into an ancestral vertebrate genome some 450 million years ago(Yuetal.1999). In line with this important interface between a vertebrate transposon and DSB repair, the second chapter of Part II of this book reports on asimilar relationship of the Drosophila P elements triggering DSBs and facilitating the understanding of the mechanisms of replication-dependent DSB repair. Other molecularly fossilized but experimentally revitalized transposable elements which promise to be o fbiomedical relevance are planned for an upcoming book volume. As Carl Woese recently said, it seems to be about time that biology makes a choice between the comfortable path of continuing to follow molecular biology’s lead or the more refreshing one seeking a new and inspiring vision of the living world (Woese 2004). To accomplish this is my goal with the book series Genome Dynamics and Stability, where this first volume is dedicated to integrative aspects of replication and DNA repair providing an overview of some facets and perspectives of genome integrity. DNA integrity is relevant for all organisms, and therefore it opens avenues of curiosity ranging from viroids in applied plant research to grasping biodiversity. This vision however must include pragmatic aspects of biomedical relevance as well. The book at hand is entitled Genome Integrity: Facets and Perspectives. It contains a rather broad spectrum of chapters representing key aspects of DNA repair with a slight bias towards DSB repair as justified by its importance. Actually, every chapter is self-sufficient and could serve as an independent entry point to the whole book. The sequence chosen starts with three chapters introducing replication as a fundamental aspect of life. Here, the first chapter gives a general introduction to replication worth to be read by undergraduate students as well as academics, while the second chapter attempts to present a concept towards an anatomy of the eukaryotic replication fork. The third chapter adds the aspect of human diseases to the two more fundamental aspects in Part I. Replication is then linked by two interface-chapters in Part II to the world of DSB repair. The second chapter of Part II first reviews the history of the discovery of the physical nature of the gene and gene mutations. Exploiting gene targeting as an experimental, technical pillar, it attempts to compose the different models of DSB repair into a unifying synthesis. This joins Part II with four key aspects of DSB repair representing Part III. These four key aspects review the structure and function of the Rad50/SMC protein complexes in chromosome biology, further focus on the simplest pathway for DSB repair, i.e. non-homologous endjoining (NHEJ), and focus on a central gatekeeper crucial to avoiding cancer development, i.e. p53, and the most complex role of chromatin in DSB repair. The chapter on DNA base damage recognition in Part IV introduces DNA repair pathways involving one-strand lesions and their pleiotropic interactions with cell physiological functions, such as cell cycle, apoptosis and examples of major human diseases. While DSBs can be triggered and their repair can be studied at precisely defined positions on nucleotide level within a given chromosome, DNA damage introduced through radiation and other genotoxic stress factors follows a slightly different research lead. This is the common theme of the four chapters in Part IV. Ion irradiation as a tool to reveal tracts of damage throughout the eukaryote nucleus reminds us of cloud or Wilson chamber experiments in atomic physics detecting elementary particles of ionizing radiation. Here, in the final chapter of Part V, the tract of damage in a cloud of chromatin is monitored using antibodies to proteins characteristic of specific DNA repair pathways, as discussed in the last chapter of Part III. The four final chapters are important for many reasons, ranging from a significance for irradiation treated cancer patients, or victims of the Chernobyl disaster to the exposure to cosmic radiation of astronauts on long-term space missions. The original idea forthis book came from the 8thmeeting of the DNA Repair Network in Ulm, Germany, and would not have been possible without the support of the Deutsche Gesellschaft für DNA-Reparaturforschung (DGDR). Here I would like to mention especially Jürgen Thomale, Alexander Bürkle, Lisa Wiesmüller, Bernd Kaina and Friederike Eckardt-Schupp, who supported the initial idea and acted in the background.Further I would like to thank the anonymous referees for doing a great job in peer reviewing and improving the manuscripts. I also thank the University of Heidelberg, which gave access to their electronic journal collection. Last but not least, I have to thank Sabine Schreck (Springer, Heidelberg) without whom I could never have engaged in this project. Ursula Gramm(Springer,Heidelberg) and Michael Reinfarth (LETeXGbR, Leipzig) did a fine job copye diting all manuscripts and the Springer team succeeded well in establishing the SpringerLink OnlineFirst version of this bookseries, which provides authors withmore flexibility in the individual handling of their contributions.
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