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crow ballet.
I recommend pausing it and letting it buffer in order to watch the whole 52 seconds without any stuttering.
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The only reason this photo was taken was to show these "stutter clouds", my term. They went on for miles, fairly evenly shaped and spaced. I have never seen this phenomena before.
Dodecatheon frenchii. A very impressive native wildflower to Arkansas. I practically stuttered to a halt and stuttered (vocally) when trying to alert my co-hikers to what I had found when I found a patch of these.
Day 33: Back to my sequential pics...I really loved the way these turned out...something old Hollywood glam about them that I really find appealing...so I hope they go over well ;)
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 )
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He stood there, ash stuttering off the short cigarette left in his right hand, staring ahead. All the roads ordered him away. All the doors were either closed or brandished with "do not enter" signs and sinister red lights overhead.
All but one.
All but the door in front of him, staring him in the face. He'd gone against all the arrows and signs thus far to find the entrance among exits. He'd been bathed in red lights across the city for this moment where he could let the emerald green rain upon him. He'd found a way, but he didn't go in.
No.
He stood there, the dead cigarette withering in his right hand, staring ahead.
Too easy. Not yet. Maybe there's more.
Thoughts sparked and raced around his head as he confronted the end that he'd sought with such endeavour for so long.
Halfway down a slope between buildings and windows and doors and offices and cabinets and lines and arrows and walls and fences and wheels and poles and so much more; jacob looked behind him and for the first time in a long time, did as a sign said.
A creek on the Timbarra Plateau, New South Wales - habitat of the Stuttering Barred Frog (Mixophyes balbus).
While normally inhabiting rainforest, at higher elevations the Stuttering Barred Frog also occurs in heathy montane woodlands and open forest where it breeds in brisk flowing streams. I found several individuals calling from this section of stream, and this was the first time I had encountered this species in habitat other than rainforest.
nothing we can't solve so just relax.
Am I on the wrong train, love,
And will I have to tie you to the tracks.
(Stutter - Elastica).
"Shields is a talented writer, and in Dead Languages he explores fertile themes with intelligence and verbal energy."--theNew York Times
From the moment his mother tries unsuccessfully to coax him into saying "Philadelphia," Jeremy Zorn's life is framed by his unwieldy attempts at articulation. Through family rituals with his word-obsessed parents and sister, failed first love, an ill-fated run for class president, as the only Jewish boy on an otherwise all-black basketball team, all of the passages of Jeremy's life are marked in some way by his stutter and his wildly off-the-mark attempts at a cure. It is only when he enters college and learns his strong-willed mother is dying that he realizes all languages, when used as hiding places for the heart, are dead ones.
"As touching and funny a rendering of adolescence as The Catcher in the Rye. . . .Dead Languages speaks to everyone who has ever struggled to articulate an emotion and failed to find the words."--Library Journal
"An astonishing and mordantly witty tour de force. David Shields, a virtuoso of the written word, manages to make the halting, self-conscious agonies of his stuttering hero into a metaphor for all our disjointed, doomed attempts at self-definition through connection. He has transcended his subject and written a book that will touch everyone who has suffered over the inadequacies of speech to sustain life and love."--Lynne Sharon Schwartz
David Shield's other books are Remote, A Handbook for Drowning, andHeroes. His stories and essays have appeared in the New York Times Magazine,Harper's, Vogue, Details, the Village Voice, and Utne Reader. He lives in Seattle, where is a professor of English at the University of Washington.
See? Three! Sorry for the stuttering image in the panorama. People were moving as I panned the camera.
the library project is a project creating a subtle dialogue about the issue of giving,lending and taking.as most of my pieces have a lifespan of a stutter in the street (either because of collectors or weather or the street cleaners), i thought i would try to embrace it and play around with the circumstances. before placing the pieces on the surface, i wrote(for the first edition, but later came up with alternate sentences) "i let you borrow my heart for a while,let others borrow it as well", and then placed the piece over the writing,covering it.
the pieces in this series are applied with double sided tape (which can be easily removed) with some unpeeled scraps of tape on the cardboard left for the borrower to replace anwhere.i think its great if someone wants to take it home, but it raises the conflict of the fact that its in the street for the art to be shared with the people using it.therfore, whoever dispatches the piece can replace it in it original location, or even better, a new location,making him/her part of the arts existence and making it even more part of the collective reality than it was before.