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Mayor Bill de Blasio and actress Emily Blunt present Eric Dinallo with an award during the American Institute for Stuttering Award Dinner at Guastavino's in Manhattan on Monday, June 25, 2017. Michael Appleton/Mayoral Photography Office
Erle Stanley Gardner: De stotterende bisschop.
N.V. Boek en Wereld z.j.
Oorspronkelijke titel: The case of the stuttering bishop.
Cover art by Smid.
I found this Gondola Quattrosentesca in a shipyard on Giudecca in Venice. Covered gondolas are unusual, and this one is a relic, in dire need of restoration. Bare wood, broken window, ripped curtain, weeds inside. End of the fairytale, perhaps.
I shot this with a Norita 66; its a nice 120 manual camera, with a lovely bright 88mm f2 lens. But it needs a service, the cloth shutter is known to occasionally bounce open - it happened here- that's the dark bar on the left cutting into the frame. Its not consistent; one shutter bounce out of 4 rolls. Its an interesting artifact. Nevertheless, I wish it hadn't happened.
Italian postcard. Maldacea nel suo repertorio. Ed. Bideri, Napoli, No. 156 B. Il balbuziente [the stutterer]. To hear Maldacea sing this song, see www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDahcndMZa0.
Nicola Maldacea (Naples, October 29, 1870 - Rome, March 5, 1945) was an Italian actor, comedian and songwriter, who before the First World War was one of the most popular vaudeville and café chant performers of Naples, beloved for his various types or 'macchiette'. Between 1935 and 1945 he acted as character actor in over 60 Italian sound films.
Fucksake.
The autofocus kept stuttering, so I brought it in for repairs. Luckily, I have a professional Canon workshop a 15 minute bike ride away. But yet again, Canon has stopped making the parts necessary for repairs (a recurring theme). I might be shooting people on manual focus for a bit if I can, but since it's the aperture that makes the AF to keep hunting, I expect the whole lens to die soon.
Well, I've had a good run with it.
I still have an old 70-300mm lens, but its image quality is much lower. Also, the 1.4x extender doesn't fit on it, so it's rather a downgrade from 560 to 300mm, even if you disregard the smaller aperture, lens quality and IS.
1977 Stutz Blackhawk.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stutz_Blackhawk
Downtown Flint, Michigan.
Saturday, August 15, 2015.
My 365 in white stuttered a bit whilst I was ill, but I did take some shots of my mornings!! From a white X of vapour trail to a white cup of tea. I hope this works as a catchup!!
Ps feeling much better now!!
Grave of the War Poet Wilfred Owen in Ors Communal Cemetery, Belgium
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
From Anthem for Doomed Youth
French postcard by Editions du Globe, Paris, nr. 700. Photo: Studio Harcourt.
French comic actor and musician Darry Cowl (1925-2006) appeared in more than 150 films, often as a clown with a chronic stutter. Many of his comedies were not worth his talents, but at the end of his life, he made a glorious come-back and won the César twice.
Darry Cowl was born as André Darricau in Vittel, France, in 1925. His father was doctor. He studied music at the Conservatoire de Paris. After he had finished his studies successfully, he did not chose to work for an orchestra, but became a musical clown in the nightclubs and cabarets of Paris. He made his film debut in Quatre jours à Paris/Four Days in Paris (1955, André Berthomieu) with Luis Mariano and soon appeared insmall roles in films like Bonjour sourire/Good Morning Smile (1955, Claude Sautet), and En effeuillant la marguerite/Mademoiselle Striptease (1956, Marc Allégret) with Brigitte Bardot. Director Sacha Guitry cast him twice in Assassins et voleurs/Assassins and Robbers (1957) and Les Trois font la paire/Three Make a Pair (1957). Cowl decided to focus on film acting He gained celebrity status with his role as Antoine Péralou in Le Triporteur/The Tricycle (1957, Jacques Pinoteau). The stuttering Antoine is a football fanatic, who follows his favorite team from one game to the next madly peddling his tricycle to his various destinations. Between 1955 and 1965 he played in more than 60 films made by directors like André Berthomieu, Jean Girault and Jacques Pinoteau. Cowl often played the silly ass who stumbles on his lines on purpose.
Darry Cowl was a game addict, and he often acted only for the money in films that did not stretch his acting ability. An exception was Archimède, le clochard/The Magnificent Tramp (1959, Gilles Grangier) in which he apperaed opposite the great Jean Gabin. In 1964, Cowl directed a feature film himself, Jaloux comme un tigre/Jealous as a Tiger (1964, Darry Cowl). He also appeared in this comedy, wrote the scenario and composed the score. Sadly it was not a success. He continued to appear in dozens of comedies, including Les tribulations d'un chinois en Chine/Up to His Ears (1965, Philippe de Broca) and an episode of Les bons vivants/High Lifers (1965, Gilles Grangier, Georges Lautner). In 1974 he played Major Archibald in Touche pas à la femme blanche/Don't Touch the White Woman! (1974, Marco Ferreri) with Catherine Deneuve, the only film he pretended to be proud about. The next decades most of his films were not very interesting. He wrote three memoirs, Le flambeur (1986) about his passion for the game, Le triporteur se livre (1994) and Mémoires d'un canaillou (2005). During the 1990’s, he appeared in better films like Ville à vendre/City for Sale (1992, Jean-Pierre Mocky) starring Michel Serrault, and Les misérables (1995, Claude Lelouch) starring Jean-Paul Belmondo. In 1999, he even made a magnificent comeback as the only Caucasian employee of a Chinatown shop in Augustin, roi du Kung-fu/ Augustin, King of Kung-Fu (1999, Anne Fontaine). Twice he was a awarded a César, the French equivalent of an Oscar. In 2001 he received a César d'honneur for his career, and in 2004 he won another César for for his supporting role as a concierge in Pas sur la bouche/Not on the lips (2004, Alain Resnais). He also won a Molière for Best Supporting Role on the French stage, in 1995. He had hoped to return to theatre acting in Hold Up, a play by Jean Barbier, in September 2005, but ill-health prevented this. His last film was L'homme qui rêvait d'un enfant/The man Who Dreamed About a Child (2006, Delphine Gleize). He would never see the finished film. In 2006, Darry Cowl died in Neuilly-sur-Seine from complications of lung cancer, aged 80. He was married twice, first to Nelly Marco, and the second time to actress Rolande Kalis.
Sources: Hal Erickson (All Movie Guide), Wikipedia, and IMDb.
Requested for an article about stuttering. Apparently Bruce Willis had a stutter when he was younger!
This picture is available to use for free, under the creative commons licence. All I ask is that I'm given a photo credit & a courtesy email to let me know how it's being used.
Pasadena, February 2011
Me: "I'm not gonna buy ice cream but can I take a picture of you?"
Paletero: "Whatever" (Goes back to talking to his buddy)
Me: CLICK!
I love the ring of me mickey. I’m not talking about me prepuce, it’s the delicate alliteration of the words I like. 'My mickey' is not me, 'me mickey' is. It may be the ‘cod Oirish’ that’s in it, but it’s truer to what I stuttered as a child. Later I learnt to speak posh, that’s when I contrived to culturally appropriate your ‘teanga’, so the ‘Cod’ was what I spoke then, and it is what I am remembering to be do be doing now, or some such codswallop.
I remember the elocution class teacher and her gorgeous intonations of “Though there’s dough there, there’s love there too though boy”, as we struggled with “Dough dere’s dough dere, dere’s love dere too dough boy”. I struggled more than most with that, as me stutter hung around enjoying the first word repeatedly. I was sorta definitely dough boy, a bit of a rake of a dough boy really, a skinny freckled fecker, but stuck there all the same masticating all dem words, or at least the first one. But one great thing about a stammer is that you have to constantly flick through your inner rolodex of words (this was way before we had hard-drives, or hard anything for that matter), when you are stuck at one, I mean. You have to find another one, quickly, as you staccato away, another that might remotely fit, that is sayable, that won’t get bloody stuck. So, as you are enjoying this damning word, you are also running through that childish thesaurus in your head desperately searching for that alternative dam-buster.
Sometimes the word found was just plain-old wrong, and you got beaten with a leather strap for your efforts, but at least some semblance of a word was found that might describe what you were trying to say. Since then I have always enjoyed malaprops, and remember loving watching Mrs Malaprop masticate as she tread the boards in ‘The Rivals’ (I watched it more than 20 times), and that it was Geraldine McEwan doing said mastication only made the whole shebang more drippingly delicious, as she basked like an allegory on the banks of the Nile. Fiona Shaw was there too, in her big professional debut, velveting the stage with her posh Irish, something I hadn’t truly appreciated as a possibility until then. I would become posh and never speak cod again. I know, it’s all very Scarlet O’Hara, after the buggering battle of Atlanta, as she grasped the soil in her grubby mitts, but hey ho, chicken-butt, and all that, I blame me mammy. Tara, how are ye?
In my childhood Darby O’Gill was real and Audrey Hepburn was a nun, and me mammy’s grand-aunt was the Irish governess for the posh children of the frigging Empress Sisi of Austria, and I was born in the ‘Marian Year’ of 1954, as designated by Pope Whoever XII himself. There had only been two Papal Marian years, and I was born in one of them, this destined me to the priesthood, there was no doubt about that at all, at all. As I said, I blame me mammy, and I don’t think that will ever change, but who knows?
I am sure I will get back to me name-dropping problem later (see above). Everything in due course, as they say.
I'll tell you what you can do to really confuse a stuttering 6-year-old child. If you tell him that his grand-aunt is/was off gallivanting in some foreign country with some Empress or other, and then drag him to watch a two part fillum of said Empress (Romy, how are ye?), in German, that would be you making a very good start indeed.
It was such a joy when the dam burst, and the posh eejit emerged, that malaproping, name-dropping, blaggard. But, as would be expected, he brought, with him, his own problems too, ushering in that curse of too many words.
Can we still say ballerina? (Et tu-tu, Brute?).
If you start to hear voices you should ask them to sing
And you could start dancing when they get into full swing
Now some people might look and some might stutter
When dancing you appear to be using a feather duster
Now not all voices are real so if you have your doubts
Ask them to speak up or even give out a shout
But be careful not all voices are here to help you
So no running with scissors or making home brew
And never let the voices tell you what to do
There`s enough people to take exception to
If the voices aren`t real why do they have good ideas
Or maybe you only hear them if you`re one of the messiahs
Some voices you hear might try to provoke
While others give good ideas and signs of hope
So when voices speak listen to what they say
But the decision is yours at the end of the day
Don`t listen to voices that might cause some harm
Yet you might learn something from the ones who charm
The rules for the voices require some tact
They consider it rude if you answer back
................. Copyright (c) Rodney Harrison 2014
Aside from the visuals, the sound stutters and it eventually makes me nuts enough to turn it off...but the printer won't work for the rest of the network if I do...
zoe: This thing just made my head explode.
leroy: what the fuck is that thing?
zoe: I know! I saw the video and actually stuttered. "what! what ! what! what!
what?!? the hell is that?" it's so obviously not supposed to be here. and
it's good the video is silent, just bubbly noises. no dumb ass commentating
to dull the experience.
I'll tell you just what I felt like: I felt like joaquin phoenix's character
in signs watching that party video of the alien.
leroy: they say it's called the Deep Sea Frill Shark, but i see its head breaking
the surface. i bet it's freaked out because of global warming.
zoe: it was sick I guess. I want to say poor thing, but I'm honestly having some
trouble with the empathy here. my gut says no. but all the same, it should
stay down at 2000 feet. avoid all the superficial bullshit.
leroy: this fucking thing is the dragon from "neverending story".
seriously! it looks like it, it moves like it
leroy: i was watching a nature documentary i got from netflix last night. 'deep
blue'. it wasn't the best thing ever - nice photography, but no information
in the voiceover - basically the 'armageddon' of nature documentaries, empty
eye candy. but at the end of ... they had this sequence of killer whales -
orcas, if you will - you know how they creep up right next to the beach and
then leap out and grab a seal? they were doing that, and so they showed
that for like five minutes. leap out, bite a seal... leap out, bite a seal... and then
they gradually segued to how the whales would take them back out to sea
and start playing with them, sort of like cats... and they showed this one
whale tossing a seal, one of the big males, up in the air with his
mouth... he did it over and over again... just playing... until finally,
the kicker: the whale actually put the seal ON HIS TAIL - i saw this shot
starting, a big whale tail sitting on the surface with the seal on it, and
was like, "what the..." - and FLIPPED IT IN THE AIR WITH HIS TAIL. STRAIGHT
UP. this bull sea lion must have gone 100 FEET IN THE AIR. NO JOKE.
because the killer whales were THAT BORED.
zoe: damn, son.
The Senior Stutters Line Dancers of Valdosta performed a show at Lake Park United Methodist Church on March 1, 2011.
Photo by Patsy Casteen
will haunt mine — tender, delicate
your lovemaking…
the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth —
your touch on me, firm, protective, searching
me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers
reaching where I had been waiting years for you
in my rose-wet cave — whatever happens, this is.
NEW YORK, NEW YORK - JUNE 12: <> attends the American Institute For Stuttering 17th Annual Gala Hosted By Emily Blunt on June 12, 2023 in New York City. (Photo by Craig Barritt/Getty Images for American Institute For Stuttering )
Forza Horizon 3’s PC performance has not exactly been flawless, and stuttering may be exacerbated by new Microsoft DRM.
Ex Hong Kong Leyland / Dennis Condor at Market and Stutter in San Francisco working for Big Bus Tours. passing Neoplan AN440 #8346 on route 2.
Video stutter due to Flickr compression. Follow this link to see smoother results: www.timelapse.ie
Water based oil on canvas, 36" x 48"
Original tiger photograph by Tommy Simms on Flickr.com
The ancestors of modern tigers evolved of 42 million years.
www.livescience.com/17723-sabertooth-cats-powerful-arms.html
Hearing the interview with Alan Rabinowitz on Krista Tippett’s NPR show called, “Being,” touched me on many levels. As a child Rabinowitz was crippled with a stuttering problem that was so severe, they put him in the classes with the kids who had learning problems and forgot about him. He couldn’t speak to people, but he could speak to animals. And as this broken child connected with a broken, caged leopard in the zoo he made a promise. If he could ever complete a sentence, he’d be the voice for the animals. Rabinowitz went on to learn how to control his breath and now he is doing what he said he would do for the big cats. He’s doing it very well. He's got a PhD in Zoology, acts as the CEO for panthera.org, and he's really making a difference. Years later as he’s tracking a wild black panther through the jungle, the panther slips in behind him and he comes face to face with it. Now he measures his spirit to this healthy, wild animal and the story comes full circle. Rabinowitz says this about tigers:
“Spiritually I feel very strongly about the tigers. I think you can drop me off any place in the world and I can tell you if the big cats are around me or not. I have been face to face with wild lions, with wild jaguars, and there is a real energy emanating from them. I’ve been in jungle and watched as big cats move through the jungle and hear all of the animals go silent as the big predator moves through it. The energy in a jungle with big predators is a very, very different energy, and when you truly merge with it and feel it, it’s not a dangerous energy. It’s not a negative energy — completely the opposite. It’s this huge, positive, overwhelming force which humbles you, makes you realize that there are things much greater on the Earth than you.”
Peter Levine wrote one of my favorite books. It’s called, “Waking the Tiger.” Levine talks about the fight or flight response everyone has to a traumatic event. When something bad happens to you and it leaves you paralyzed with fear, the energy of the event slips inside you. It keeps hurting you. You spend all your time replaying the event over and over looking at the situation from different angles to make sure it never happens to you again. Meanwhile it saps your strength. However, if you can look at the event, re-write the story, re-focus the energy and wake the tiger, you can get the energy to move through you instead of letting is get stuck inside you. This process makes you strong. Learn how to re-create yourself. Learn how to re-create the world by waking the tiger and facing what paralyzes you.
It really works. I had a healthy case of PTSD from a car accident as a child. I connected with parrots to make myself strong. I helped write a book that rocked the avian world. When I was in a second car accident a few years ago, I knew what to do. I avoided a lot of the pitfalls I stepped directly into as a much younger person because I moved the energy differently. And now when I look at the gut wrenching incident at Zanesville, Ohio where all those animals got shot. I watch how the pain disappears from the horizon but still rolls around in our psyches and I simply must say out loud it’s not enough to witness the event. We have to do something with it.
Here's the link for Krista Tippett's show
being.publicradio.org/www_publicradio/applications/formbu...
Beth Martell - Your Voices, Your Stories | A Voice for the Animals with Alan Rabinowitz [onBeing.or
being.publicradio.org
With the extinction of the tiger so close, transforming our own hearts is paramount.
Ex Hong Kong (China Motor Bus) Leyland / Dennis Condor at Market and Stutter in San Francisco working for Big Bus Tours.
Ex Hong Kong (China Motor Bus) Leyland / Dennis Condor at Market and Stutter in San Francisco working for Big Bus Tours.
While I was photographing Wheatears, this beautiful male Yellowhammer alighted briefly on the tattiest piece of bailer twine but I quite liked the depth perspective so decided to upload. Yellowhammer is another name that has been in use since the sixteenth century. Here in Yorkshire I hear people call them Yellow Buntings and I used to think how old fashioned it was, but Yellow Bunting wasn't recorded in print until about 200 years after Yellowhammer.
This was one of the first bird songs that I learnt as a child. It is usually rendered "a little bit of bread and no cheese" but only the cheese bit chimes with me. To my ears the song is a slow stutter with a drawn out cheeeese at the end.
Yellowhammers thrive wherever there is a mixture of arable land and grassland, which is none too frequent in this era of specialised farming. Numbers have declined by more than 50% over the past 50 years or so, and the main range contraction has been in the upland fringes and the west where livestock farming has squeezed out arable. They can usually find bits of grassland (where they feed on large insects like grasshoppers and beetles) tucked among intensive arable areas.
Busy Gothenburg intersection at night.
Nikon D600, 24mm f/1.4.
Video recorded at 1080p30, 1/30s, f/1.4, ISO1000.
Video speed-up with ffmpeg command-line tool:
ffmpeg -i IN.MOV -filter:v "setpts=0.1*PTS" -an OUT.MOV
Post-speedup stabilization in iMovie to counter cheap timelapse rotator stuttering. I have heard of a ffmpeg video stabilization filter, but I have not had any success with it yet. Anyone tried that with good results? Please let me know. :)
This is the time lapse movie I made of the rock sculpture I did yesterday. You're probably getting bored of me saying it but click play then pause to download the video then once downloaded you view it with stuttering. And you'll need to play it twice. The first time it plays an AVI it seems to go at 4 times the speed it should. The second time should be fine. I have no idea why.
It was interesting to see that the rainbow arches I made yestreday weren't very popular despite getting a few views. That is very useful feedback for me so thank you. I hope that it means that the comments I do get are genuinely because you like something and if you don't like something as much then you don't favourite or leave comments. I really hope my assumption is correct because it should mean what you are writing are genuine, useful comments rather than just being nice!
There were a lot of people around yesterday in the park and I felt rushed and a bit pressured and didn't put enough effort into all the things I normally would. I think it shows and it seems so do you. Resting on my laurels (as opposed to making something out them!) is not good and constructive feedback will keep me focussed on doing what I do to the best of my ability.
Also please know that I do read every single one of your comments with great interest and I really appreciate the time that everyone gives to write comments on my pictures. I may not answer everyone individually (but I would like to) but I take a lot of notice of what every single person writes. I appreciate it a great deal.
I had many 100's of new contacts made last weekend and it will take me a good while to be able to look at everyones photos as I like to do. So please don't think I am ignoring anyone or not grateful for the kind words you all have left me, its just that I am a bit swamped at the mo and have too many projects on the go at once. A lot of my effort is going into two books I am compiling at the moment, I hope to have them finished soon.
It is also quite challenging to keep coming up with new and different ideas whenever I make something so it may be time to step back for a little while and refresh my inspiration. (However I am always saying that as I expect my ideas to dry up any moment as I don't know where they come from but the ideas do seem to keep coming)! So I hope everyone sticks around if I do take a short break, I still want to share what I do with everyone if you want me to.
A few hours sat at my desk at work will soon put me in the right frame of mind though. It only takes a little pointless shuffling of papers to help me come up with some fresh ideas to carry out! Who would work a job with so little creative content? Me and countless millions of others I am sure.
Have a nice rest of the weekend whatever you are up to.
Richard.
Ps. Apologies for the lack of humour but my comedy writer has gone on holiday!
non-woven landscaping (ground cover, weed control) membrane, weatherings, encrustations and other cumulative stutterings and insults
Niihama / Cambridge
20 August 2018
He loved words. That, he learnt much later, would be his undoing. At some point the words got stuck. He wasn’t sure when that happened, it might have been in the fallopian tube, it might have been much earlier. He didn’t remember when they first began to tumble out, or stutter out rather. To begin with there were so few of them, but at the same time he couldn’t recall when they turned staccato, when they had begun to trip each other up, when they started to pile up in his head refusing to let each other fall out of his mouth.
It was usually just one word. The thing was he saw it, that word, coming. Even as he was boasting to his friends about a new adventure, or whatever, he could see it coming. I say that word, but in truth, there were a lot of them, and one word would be fine one day, and on another could quietly set up a barricade in his throat and refuse to budge. Some words were impossible, his own name for Christ’s sake, why the hell would that get stuck? His own name in Gaelic was even worse, but that’s jumping ahead.
Anyway, in the long run, he ended up with all these words stuck up inside his head, all blocked by one little bastard of a word flicking his epiglottis and making a ridiculous noise there, impersonating a machine gun in his throat. It hurt too, that stoppage, or rather those far from standard stoppages.
However, he had realised lately that he wasn't going to let pronouns, or any other words for that matter, stop him now. This was a new talking anyway, this was a talking to himself. It was a talking he was doing with a keyboard on a screen, stuttering didn't matter at all, at all. There was sometimes a hesitancy, but that could always be corrected, nudged into a type of flowing. He knew no one was listening anyway, so it didn't matter. This was a new sort of freedom.
He knew it would have to become more private as he went along. He was both dreading and looking forward to this.
NEW YORK, NEW YORK - JULY 11: Emily Blunt (C) and AIS board members attend the 2022 Freeing Voices, Changing Lives Gala at Guastavino's on July 11, 2022 in New York City. (Photo by Dimitrios Kambouris/Getty Images for American Institute for Stuttering)
In scripted (2013) a 3D sensor uses head-tracking to follow participants’ movements as if from above, and responds by drawing unbroken, charcoal-like lines of their actions, which then fade slowly on a parchment-like background. As we write with our bodies, gesture-tracking software recognizes shapes that resemble letters from the alphabet, projects and speaks them aloud.
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