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Sometimes in Prague
Created by Joshua William Gelb and Stephanie Johnstone
Featuring:
Jess Almasy as Ryan
Leah Goldstein as Joanna
Chris Lind as Alex
Jenni Lawton as Waitress/Swing
Danielle Sacks as Melissa
With Music Direction and Additional Music by Scott Thomas
Band:
Hiroyuki Matsuura on drums
Frank Rathbone on lead guitar
Nate Stevens on bass
Crew:
Assistant Director: Sophia Schrank
Stage Manager: Tegan McDuffie
Visual Media: Jean Ann Douglass
Sound Design: Ryan Maeker
Lighting and Set Design: Ben Kato
Costume Consultant: Julie Saltman
Social Media Guru: Dave McGee
Produced by Magic Futurebox and Rusty Ring Thelin
for the Soho Thinktank Ice Factory Festival 2011 at 3LD
Photo by Beth Wexelman
June 2016. Cádiz - a provincial capital in Andalucia. With a population of around 125,000, Cádiz was founded as 'Gadir' or' Agadir' by the Phoenicians and is sometimes regarded as the most ancient city still standing in Western Europe. It's a stunning city to visit - don't miss it as there's so much to see. There are plenty more photos of Cádiz and other Spanish towns/locations if you take a look at my 'Albums' page, www.flickr.com/photos/36623892@N00/sets/ - thank you.
Mike rides his electric bicycle everywhere, even over the Santa Cruz mountains to the coast. Sometimes his girlfriend rides with him sitting in his lap. Mike's theory is that transportation should be evaluated on the basis of how many calories it takes to move how much weight. In other words why spend huge amounts of energy to move a single person in a one ton vehicle. He buys a stock recumbent and modifies it with two electric motors and batteries with on board charges. It can get up to 20 mph and does pretty well on hills. Then he can peddle if he runs out of juice.
Necropolis in Orlyonok Park.
Includes a mass grave (1919-1942) and three separate burials (1941-1942). The mass grave was created on the cadet parade ground in September 1919, where 50 Red Army soldiers who died in battles with the White Guard formations of the Volunteer Army from September 8 to 13, 1919, were buried.
The Great Patriotic War (Russian: Вели́кая Оте́чественная война́, romanized: Velikaja Otečestvennaja vojna) is a term used in Russia and some other former republics of the Soviet Union to describe the conflict fought during the period from 22 June 1941 to 9 May 1945 along the many fronts of the Eastern Front of World War II, primarily between the Soviet Union and Nazi Germany. For some legal purposes, this period may be extended to 11 May 1945 to include the end of the Prague offensive.
History
The term Patriotic War refers to the Russian resistance to the French invasion of Russia under Napoleon I, which became known as the Patriotic War of 1812. In Russian, the term отечественная война originally referred to a war on one's own territory (otechestvo means "the fatherland"), as opposed to a campaign abroad (заграничная война), and later was reinterpreted as a war for the fatherland, i.e. a defensive war for one's homeland. Sometimes the Patriotic War of 1812 was also referred to as the Great Patriotic War (Великая отечественная война); the phrase first appeared in 1844 and became popular on the eve of the centenary of the Patriotic War of 1812.
After 1914, the phrase was applied to World War I. It was the name of a special war-time appendix to the magazine Theater and Life (Театр и жизнь) in Saint Petersburg, and referred to the Eastern Front of World War I, where Russia fought against the German Empire and the Austro-Hungarian Empire. The phrases Second Patriotic War (Вторая отечественная война) and Great World Patriotic War (Великая всемирная отечественная война) were also used during World War I in Russia.
The term Great Patriotic War re-appeared in the official newspaper of the CPSU, Pravda, on 23 June 1941, just a day after Germany invaded the Soviet Union. It was found in the title of "The Great Patriotic War of the Soviet People" (Velikaya Otechestvennaya Voyna Sovetskogo Naroda), a long article by Yemelyan Yaroslavsky, a member of Pravda editors' collegium. The phrase was intended to motivate the population to defend the Soviet fatherland and to expel the invader, and a reference to the Patriotic War of 1812 was seen as a great morale booster. During the Soviet period, historians engaged in huge distortions to make history fit with Communist ideology, with Marshal Mikhail Kutuzov and Prince Pyotr Bagration transformed into peasant generals, Alexander I alternatively ignored or vilified, and the war becoming a massive "People's War" fought by the ordinary people of Russia with almost no involvement on the part of the government. The invasion by Germany was called the Great Patriotic War by the Soviet government to evoke comparisons with the victory by Tsar Alexander I over Napoleon's invading army.
The term Отечественная война (Patriotic War or Fatherland War) was officially recognized by establishment of the Order of the Patriotic War on 20 May 1942, awarded for heroic deeds.
The term is not generally used outside the former Soviet Union, and the closest term is the Eastern Front of World War II (1941–1945). Neither term covers the initial phase of World War II in Eastern Europe, during which the USSR, then still in a non-aggression pact with Germany, invaded eastern Poland (1939), the Baltic states (1940), Bessarabia and Northern Bukovina (1940) and Finland (1939–1940). The term also does not cover the Soviet–Japanese War (1945) nor the Battles of Khalkhin Gol (1939).
In Russia and some other post-Soviet countries, the term is given great significance; it is accepted as a representation of the most important part of World War II. Until 2014, Uzbekistan was the only nation in the Commonwealth of Independent States that had not recognized the term, referring to it as World War II on the state holiday - the Day of Remembrance and Honour.
Sometimes you have to swallow your pride and loose some fights that you could easily win if you want to win a war.
Some people learn this as they age. Most don't.
Some people understand this when confronted with an immense force of nature. Most don't.
Most strategists grasp it after a major defeat. Some don't.
#skogafoss #iceland #waterfalls #nature #river #wanderlust #travellingphotographer #digitalnomad #inspirational #inspirationalquotes #thepowerofnature #looseafight #island #waterfall #neverathome #illbeback #skogafosswaterfalls #mystopover #island #rainbow #magicofnature #cinemagraph
Sometimes my Nikon camera surprises me with things like that
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De vez en cuando la Nikon me da una sorpresa como ésta...
For a walk leader, it is good to see a large group come out in chilly winter mornings to join us on these heritage walks. Our heritage trail in Kashmiri Gate focuses on some sites connected to the events of 1857 rebellion. The walk starts at Nicholson’s Cemetery, the most important burial being that of British General John Nicholson. He is one of the most well known heroes of 1857 ‘mutiny’ for the British. There are many graves of Europeans & especially children here. Some Indians also find space here, the most well known being Master Ramachandra of Delhi College fame. The next stop on our heritage trail is Kashmiri Gate which was an important landmark of the rebellion & site of the battle which gave British forces a distinctive edge over the rebels. On 14th September, 1857 it was attacked by British Army trying to recapture the city. Next on our way was the heritage building of Bengali Club which was once the hub for the Bengali community. Not many people know of it or participate in its activities now. Passing through the busy roads we reached Lala Sultan Singh’s market which is called Bada Bazar which is market for car parts. A small but charming mosque, called Fakhr ul Masajid & sometimes the Lal Masjid stands on the upper storey of this market. Close by are the old buildings of St. Stephen College and Hindu College. Former started by British missionaries to spread Western English education while the later was a result of wealthy Indian merchants’ and bankers’ efforts who wanted to defy this idea of Western education. Today both are most popular colleges of Delhi University & remain rivals while these old buildings are government offices. A few more steps ahead led us to the first church of the city: St. James Church, built by James Skinner and which was used as a canteen and a field hospital by the Indian rebels during the period of revolt. We then visited the bungalow of British resident William Frazer which is now the building of Northern Railways Office. After moving through the campus shared by two institutes Indira Gandhi Institute of Technology & Ambedkar University, Delhi we got a chance to see the blending of Mughal and British architecture in the Archaeological Museum which was once the library of Shah Jahan’s eldest son, Dara Shukoh and residence of Ali Mardan Khan who was an important Mughal noble under Shahjahan. This building has also housed the first British resident, David Ochterlony. Finally, we made our way to Telegraph Memorial and the Delhi Magazine both reminders of the British sacrifices during 1857. Thanks to all for joining us on the heritage walk and making it a memorable experience to be cherished forever. Hope to see you in our upcoming walks as well.
(posted by Niti Deoliya & Kavita Singh, team members, Delhi Heritage Walks)
Sometimes, I find sea hares in floating algae but this is the 2nd time I see one swimming on the surface. It was the sunset and he had a beautiful reflection .
.. your knitting matches your garden undeniably well.
yarn: malabrigo sock, colour 'playa'.
pattern: to be released in November on Ravelry.
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do,
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue.
Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.
Elton John, Bernie Taupin
Sometimes it's so unfair when you have good weather and you're stuck indoors nursing a cold and trying to get some work done but will nevertheless try to get some sun later at the risk of aggravating my colds...
For Helen's complete the sentence challenge, the wording in capitals I cut out from the image and then put it back over the image again to use as a shadow. Thanks for looking, good luck all xxxx
Sometimes the most innocuous looking situations can be the creepiest also.
Camera: Hipstamatic
Lens: Jimmy
Film: Claunch 72 Monochrome
Flash: Off
Sometimes in the night, the fox slips by
January 7-21, 2022
Artlab Gallery
Anahí González, Philip Gurrey, Dong-Kyoon Nam, Sasha Opeiko
Studio PhD candidates from the Department of Visual Arts present Sometimes in the night, the fox slips by, a group exhibition of recent work by Anahí González, Philip Gurrey, Dong-Kyoon Nam and Sasha Opeiko. The show gathers a broad spectrum of investigations sharing a common interest in the relationship between poetic and theoretical potential in making. Some orient themselves toward the political, looking at labour issues both in Canada and abroad. Others probe the language of modernism with strategies centered on improvisation and decay. Others still, use a posthumanist perspective to deconstruct notions of the readymade or to renegotiate representations of melancholy. In concert they are the fox of John Burnside’s poem, deftly weaving a path through fence and thicket.
Anahí González
Bueno, Bonito y Barato, is deeply involved in exploring the Mexican cues portrayed in visual culture, evoking quiet tensions of nationalism and labour representation. By bringing this approach of Mexican labour visual representation on a mobile wood billboard together and allowing them to interact within the gallery, the work engages with concepts of temporality, mobility, the USMCA and institutionalism.
Dong-Kyoon Nam
Praxis of New Assemblage
My work focuses on reconstructing ordinary objects encountered in daily life into ‘animate things’: things understood as dynamic, temporal, yet precarious assemblages animated in a relational field that encompasses humans/nonhumans and organic/inorganic matter.
The method of assemblage I use is not based on the sculptural representation of an assumed and pre-existing whole, rather it refers to a process wherein a visualization of the potential movement of things, and the relationships between their parts, rhythms, affects, and intensities are privileged.
My studio process is semi-impromptu, a horizontal attunement with things, entangled in chance and necessity. My bodily sensibility starts from meticulous attention to fleeting, small occurrences that would otherwise remain unacknowledged.
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On a mechanical level, these works reclaim parts of digital home appliances that usually remain invisible, and in so doing, momentarily stabilize the rapid cycle of production, consumption, and disposal. Installed on the wall by adhering them at right angles on a canvas panel, each singular assemblage stands alone and simultaneously exists in relation, signaling both continuity and discontinuity in turn. The works are abstract, like drawings of fluid lines and fragmented outlines, yet still concrete and sensorial. They take the form of artificial assemblages made of e-waste that paradoxically imply ecological precarity and complexity. On a mechanical level, these works reclaim parts of digital home appliances that usually remain invisible, and in so doing, momentarily stabilize the rapid cycle of production, consumption, and disposal. Installed on the wall by adhering them at right angles on a canvas panel, each singular assemblage stands alone and simultaneously exists in relation, signaling both continuity and discontinuity in turn. The works are abstract, like drawings of fluid lines and fragmented outlines, yet still concrete and sensorial. They take the form of artificial assemblages made of e-waste that paradoxically imply ecological precarity and complexity.
Sasha Opeiko
In Something like Fan Object Objects the banal object of study is a used domestic desk fan with a missing safety grill. It was found as a discarded, unwanted item sold in a thrift store. Damaged and disentangled from its previous function, the object is melancholically symptomatic and its image is mediated into multiple manifestations of loss and disintegration. The fan was visualized through faulty 3D scanning, rendered into a rotating 360° animation, and exported as 1400 individual frames, which were fed into a machine learning algorithm that produces new images based on the data it received. The fan itself is rendered useless, its melancholic image diffracted into 10,000 iterations of manufactured glitch. They are presented in video not so much as an animation, but a kind of factual flickering of machine-produced visual data. The nonhuman gaze of image data processing unravels a gapped 3-D representation into a myriad of fractured views, flatly glitching in a dark melancholic refusal to be coherent.
#melancholy began with a collection of screenshots of Instagram posts that were coming up under #melancholy. The screenshots are samples of the prevalence of sublime, mostly Nordic landscapes that the general population locates as representative of melancholy, branding it into named images for dissemination. Working with 460 screenshots, an AI algorithm on Runway ML was used to produce new images based on what it learned from the collection of screenshots. The AI model generates "#melancholy" Instagram landscape images and has the capacity to produce a video of these generated images morphing into one another. The images are disintegrated but new reintegrated versions of what a nonhuman gaze recognizes to be a #melancholy landscape image.
In Forged Afterimage Compression six rotating 3D scans are presented as a result of a remediation process that started with 3D scans of provisiona, transitory physical constructions of found objects and images. This first set of 3D scans, already full of gaps and distorted by the nature of the scanning app Trnio, was made into rotating animations that were then 3D scanned again off of a laptop screen. The outcome is a kind of forged afterimage, compressed into a digital skin or something like a distorted geological compound, resulting from the app’s inability to fully comprehend a 3D representation on a flat screen. These are remnants forged from remnants.
Artlab Gallery
JL Visual Arts Centre
Western University
London, Ontario, Canada
© 2022; Department of Visual Arts; Western University
Sometimes Zellie plops down in the sidewalk and doesn't want to walk, so sometimes I get the doggy stroller out. Zellie won't pee or poop in my yard, (although she has done so on my rug and floor,) so this is a smaller-carbon-footprint way of getting her to one of her preferred grassy going-to-the-bathroom spots. It was a little complicated, but tonight I had her in the stroller and Moishe and Twyla on leash and we did a 30-minute neighborhood walk!
Peace and love to all,
Molly
"There is time for work and time for love. That leaves no other time." --Coco Chanel
Bereits aus der Frühgeschichte der Menschen gibt es Hinweise darauf, dass die Menschen glaubten und fürchteten, die Toten könnten zurückkehren und möglicherweise den Lebenden Leid antun. Unter anderem wurden in verschiedenen Kulturen Gräber vorgefunden, in denen die Leichen Verstorbener gefesselt waren. Allerdings ist teilweise unklar, ob dies eine Sonderbehandlung oder sogar Hinrichtung für Verbrecher war.
Noch bis ins 18. Jahrhundert herrschte auch in der mitteleuropäischen Bevölkerung große Angst vor der Wiederkehr Verstorbener. So war eine Aufgabe der Totenwache, einen vermeintlichen Verstorbenen zu erschlagen, wenn er sich von dem Totenbett erheben sollte. Dies kam durchaus vor, denn die Methoden, den Tod festzustellen, waren unzuverlässiger als heute.
Die Figur beziehungsweise der Name Zombie zog in die Kulturerzeugnisse der Vereinigten Staaten ein, während Haiti von 1915 bis 1934 unter US-amerikanischer Besatzung stand. Der aus dem Kreolischen (zombi = Gespenst, Totengeist) herrührende Begriff Zombie wurde in den 1920er Jahren vor allem durch US-amerikanische Kinofilme und Comics populär, als das Phänomen des Scheintodes noch kaum ins Bewusstsein der Allgemeinheit eingedrungen war. Nach einer Definition des französischen Ethnologen Michel Leiris sind Zombies „Individuen, die man künstlich in einen Scheintodzustand versetzt, beerdigt, dann wieder ausgegraben und geweckt hat und die infolgedessen folgsam wie Lasttiere sind, da sie ja gutgläubig annehmen müssen, dass sie tot sind.“
Der Ethnobotaniker Wade Davis entdeckte 1982 auf seiner Reise durch Haiti, dass das dabei zur Anwendung kommende Zombie-Gift unter anderem das hochtoxische Tetrodotoxin enthält, und führte die Zombifikation von Menschen darauf zurück. Während Terence Hines vermutet hat, Davis sei einem Hoax aufgesessen, konnte der Autor Natias Neutert als „ethnologischer Detektiv“ die Vermutung von Leiris aus den 1930er Jahren 1994 durch folgenden Befund bestätigen: „Zombie-Gift: Im wesentlichen geraspelte Menschenknochen, zum Sieden gebrachte Krötensekrete und Bestandteile des Fou-fou, eines Kugelfisches, dessen Ovarien hochgiftiges Tetrodotoxin enthalten. Zehn Milligramm davon genügen, einen Menschen ins Jenseits zu befördern. Eine sehr viel geringere Dosis führt den Zustand des Scheintods herbei: Der Atem des Opfers geht nicht mehr, das Herz steht still, die Muskulatur ist gelähmt, sämtliche Stoffwechselfunktionen sind herabgesetzt — bis ganz nah an den klinischen Tod.“ Einleuchtend ist die weit verbreitete Idee, das Zombie-Gift werde mit Juckpulver vermischt auf die Haut des Opfers geblasen, sodass es beim Kratzen durch die dabei entstehenden Wunden aufgenommen wird und in die Blutbahn gelangt. Das Gift ruft rasch die beschriebenen krankheitsähnlichen Symptome hervor, an denen das Opfer scheinbar stirbt — ein Glaube, in dem sowohl die Gemeinde als auch das Opfer selbst befangen ist, solange mangelnde Aufgeklärtheit dies begünstigt. Nach Ansicht des Anthropologen Littlewood und des Neurologen Douyon, die mehrere „Zombies“ detailliert untersuchen konnten, handelt es sich in etlichen Fällen auch um herumirrende, psychisch kranke oder debile Fremde, die sich nicht zurechtzufinden wissen und daher oft fälschlicherweise als vermeintlich Verstorbene identifiziert werden.
[just because I love the lyrics of this music...]
Sometimes, I think that I returned to pre-school on my job.. Sometimes, the bosses forget we are independent and even have some brains (like in the army, u know.. "You're not here to think!")..
Sometimes, I would enjoy to have paid vacations forever.
Sometimes I would love that people would get interest for each other values. For each other place in the world.
Sometimes I think that some have some plaisir putting down the ones around them, just to feel superior... I see many injustices. I want to crie out loud, sometimes "Who do you think you are?".
Perhaps, sometimes, somewhere, somehow, those that treat "others" like they do, will appreciate the value of those who surround them. But, perhaps, only perhaps, then it will be too late.
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at night when I'm reading my bumper book of birds, i like to spend a moment speculating as to what these two might be saying to each other.
So, sometimes, I feel like I've become possessed by my mother. Like this night. I was exhausted, but didn't want to miss out on the family's evening activities. So I join them at the bar and order...an irish coffee. What was I thinking? It was totally gross!
Basin Mountain, Afternoon Light and Haze. Round Valley, California. October 9, 2010. © Copyright G Dan Mitchell - all rights reserved.
Basin Mountain and the Sierra Nevada crest rise above Round Valley on a hazy afternoon. (original upload file)
There is a certain kind of afternoon light in the eastern Sierra that is hard to photograph - looking up at the range from Owens Valley into the afternoon sun the haze can be bluish and decrease detail and the light can be very bright. But it is a part of the experience of the "east side" that we all know, I think. I can't say that I've tried to photograph it very often, but I stopped just off of highway 395 in the Round Valley area on this early October afternoon when I saw the rugged foothills rising above the sagebrush towards the Buttermilks and Basin Mountain and the Sierra crest around Mount Humphreys beyond.
For me, this is one sort of classic eastern Sierra view. Imagine a very warm or even hot afternoon. You are driving through high desert sagebrush country - which often surprises people who are headed to the Sierra and are thinking about high mountains and cool temperatures. The mountains to the west rise precipitously from the floor of Owens Valley, with peaks that can be nearly 10,000 feet higher than the lowlands in some places. You see snow on the peaks and sometimes on the slopes of the mountains. You know that there are places up there where you can park a car and walk out in cool mountain air and head up a trail through meadows and forests and cross a ridge into the alpine world - but the terrain gives little hint of this from below.
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This event occurred in Brighton on Boxing Day, 1964 and took place because I was drunk, I thought that I was only the best man!
I got 'tied up' in uniform for the simple reason that I did not own a suit, but I DID don 'White Ribbons' for the event.
I sometimes even surprise myself at my sensitivity to an occassion.
We did'nt even have our first argument until the reception!
I do make jokes about my marriage to my Leading Wren but in truth she is the best thing that ever happened to me, I know this for a fact, as she tells me this constantly and will brook no argument.
I was stony broke when we 'tied the knot' and have been ever since. Wifey operates on the communist principle, what's mine is hers, whats hers is hers, and she get whats left!
She has a grip on a dollar like a deep sea crab and that is a good thing as money just passes me by.......without even waving.
We are still together though, and we still make each other laugh, at least I THINK that she still laughing with me, and not AT me! (But I would'nt put money on that)