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NEW YORK, NEW YORK - JULY 11: Lucy Fato speaks onstage at 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)
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 Bryan Bedder/Getty Images for American Institute for Stuttering)
enter (2000 - 2013) has us chase, bend, and stretch after words. Short blue-black phrases float around us, in animated sequence, which we can use our outlined image to grab. Each word that a viewer touches will stop, turn red, and recite a line of poetry.
Para gerar imagens por difusão, os cientistas escaneiam o cérebro da mesma forma que fariam em um exame normal de ressonância magnética. Os dados obtidos durante o exame são então analisados através de algoritmos especializados para produzir uma imagem como esta, que mostra as fibras das redes neurais do cérebro de um voluntário humano saudável. Cada fibra na imagem corresponde a um conjunto de centenas ou milhares de fibras neuronais individuais do cérebro, os axônios. Os axônios de cada neurônio são impossíveis de se distinguir individualmente, mesmo com o mais poderoso scanner.
Créditos: Guangping Dai, Van Wedeen, Ruopeng Wang at MGH, and John Kaas at Vanderbilt (The Brain Unmasked)
The Senior Stutters Line Dancers of Valdosta performed a show at Lake Park United Methodist Church on March 1, 2011.
Little more stuttering then I would have like but I had a little trouble getting my thoughts out this morning. I guess I'm not quite awake yet.
No, I'm not stuttering...it's a Pi Pillow. Really!
Design by Urban Threads. This is a gift for a special nerdy someone...
I believe woman stuttered about herself out of fear of what she had to say.
She covered herself with taboos and veils.
Man invented a woman to suit his needs.
He disposed of her by identifying her with nature and then
paraded his contemptuous domination of nature.
But woman is not nature only.
She is the mermaid with her fish-tail dipped in the unconscious.
This time round the 365 challenge is very slowly letting me build up a tiny bit of self-confidence image wise. I think that's a good thing.
Southern Barred Frog, Mixophyes australis, from Ourimbah, New South Wales, Australia.
This was the first time I've encountered this threatened species at Ourimbah. While they are common in the nearby Watagan Ranges, this location is further south and probably the southern limit of its extant distribution, unless populations persist in the Blue Mountains region.
The species formerly occurred as far south as Victoria, and there is a program underway at Nowra, south of Sydney, to try and re-establish the species in that region.
Manchester United's re-signing of Cristiano Ronaldo appeared to be a no-brainer - the galvanising return of a club great with the swagger of a proven winner and guaranteed goals.
But is it more complicated than that? Is the presence of the Portuguese superstar at the fulcrum of the attack helping or hindering the team, who have made a stuttering start to the season?
United are preparing for Tuesday's (Nov 2) Champions League encounter against Atalanta after a morale-boosting 3-0 win against Tottenham that helped ease the pressure on manager Ole Gunnar Solskjaer after their 5-0 hammering by Liverpool.
Ronaldo will go into the match on a high after ending a mini-drought in the league, scoring a superb volley and setting up Edinson Cavani for United's second.
His Premier League return so far has been solid rather than spectacular by his own standards - four goals in seven Premier League matches - less than half of Mohamed Salah's haul of 10 for Liverpool.
But he has made the difference in the Champions League, twice scoring dramatic late winners, against Villarreal and Atalanta, to haul United to the top of Group F.
Despite his goals, Ronaldo has been criticised for his lack of defensive work in a team that has kept just two clean sheets all season.
There have been hints that some of his teammates at previous club Juventus felt the same way but the former Real Madrid player says he will silence his accusers.
"I know when the team needs my help defensively," he told Sky Sports. "But my role in the club is to win, help the team to win and to score goals - (the defensive side) is part of my job.
"The people who don't want to see that is because they don't like me but to be honest I'm 36, I win everything so am I going to be worried about the people who say bad things about me?
"I sleep good at night. I go to my bed with my conscience very good. Keep going with that because I will still close mouths and win things."
Ronaldo's return to United after he appeared to be on he brink of joining rivals Manchester City forced Solskjaer to rewrite his attacking blueprint.
The arrival of the five-time Ballon d'Or winner has limited chances for fellow veteran striker Cavani, who impressed in his first season at Old Trafford last year.
Jadon Sancho, who sealed a highly anticipated big-money switch from Borussia Dortmund in July, has barely made an impact, still without an assist or goal.
And attackers Marcus Rashford and Mason Greenwood, 20, were forced to sit out Saturday's match at Tottenham to accommodate a front two of Ronaldo and Cavani - paired together from the start for the first time.
Solskjaer spoke of the value of experience after the win at Tottenham and he certainly needs his big players to step up for the sake of his own position.
Ronaldo is a serial winner but it remains to be seen whether he can prove the difference in a United team that lacks identity and cohesion.
The Portuguese superstar won the Champions League and three Premier League titles in his first spell at Old Trafford under Alex Ferguson.
He followed up with silverware at Real Madrid including four more Champions League titles and collected two Serie A titles with Juventus.
But even Ronaldo does not guarantee success.
In his three seasons in Turin, Juve never made it beyond the Champions League quarter-finals and Inter Milan also ended Juventus' nine-year grip on Serie A last season.
Ronaldo is not the tricky winger he was in his earlier years, becoming more of an out-and-out striker, but he still has the ability to conjure up moments of magic.
One thing has not changed in his two decades at the top - it is impossible to ignore him.
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The Senior Stutters Line Dancers of Valdosta performed a show at Lake Park United Methodist Church on March 1, 2011.
It actually appeared to be doing well at this point. No more gear knock, and it seemed to be running fine.
NEW YORK, NEW YORK - JULY 11: Tina Brown and Emily Blunt speak onstage at the 2022 Freeing Voices, Changing Lives Gala at Guastavino's on July 11, 2022 in New York City. (Photo by Jamie McCarthy/Getty Images for American Institute for Stuttering)
The Senior Stutters Line Dancers of Valdosta performed a show at Lake Park United Methodist Church on March 1, 2011.
. . . hey, I got nothing here. Just trying to ease back in. Got to take the Yin with the Yang. Or something like that. I'll be seeing you all soon. Count on it.
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
"A joke of a romantic" or just stuck to my tongue
And weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "it cant get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
So you need them just to get by
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
I need them just to get by
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with
me
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Love Pangs
Poen Serch
Your sleek shape and symmetry
Rob my sleep and sanity:
Pale I am to look upon,
Lost for words and woebegone.
Must you keep me here to brood
On your empty platitudes,
Little fibs? I fret and frown,
Doubt, desire, and fall down.
You flatter me, in your keeping
Like a caged thing, cold, weeping,
My tongue dumb, deprived of skill,
Stuttering to please your will.
Kill me outright if you can –
Better than deprive a man
Of sanity. Girl, you mock
And make me reel with sick shock.
White as chalk, your chiselled face
Saps my colour, sucks the grace
From words whispered to my jewel:
Soft she shines but ever cruel.
Girl who grieves beside my bed,
Your love-curse will leave me dead.
A lark I am, snared in lime,
Struggling to escape the slime,
Adhering more each flutter:
Every faking word you utter
Transfixes me, saps my luck,
Leaves me smeared, entwined and stuck
To the twig, piteous sight,
The more I aspire to flight.
The fool climbs, and thinks him free
The higher he ascends the tree
Closer to the leafy crown:
He has further to fall down.
I am the outlaw, once bold,
Bound to swing from some scaffold,
Languishing inside a cell
Awaiting sentence: bliss or hell.
I am a lamb: bleating shape
Behind a wolf with no escape,
Following with trust too blind
To plumb the deceiver’s mind.
Lost to love, my ardour bounds
Like Maelgwn’s staglorn hounds.
Before early morning light
Dafydd shall be killed outright.
You think I jest, Golden One?
Love lies dead and I am gone.
Source material: Attributed to Dafydd ap Gwilym, paraphrased by Giles Watson. All three manuscripts of this poem are anonymous, but it is in Dafydd’s style. Close similarities between some lines of this poem and others of contemporary style may suggest that this is a pastiche, but it is certainly not incompatible with the overall picture of the rise and decline of Dafydd’s love for Morfudd. The poem follows literary convention by listing a string of metaphors – some more extended than others – for the sufferings of a lover. The most striking of these refers to the barbaric practice of smearing twigs with ‘lime’ derived from mistletoe berries in order to trap songbirds by gluing them to the bark. The more a bird struggles when trapped in lime, the more its feet and feathers are entangled. Bird-liming appears to have been quite common in the mediaeval period when wild birds – even ones as small as larks – were a freely available source of protein, and unfortunately, it is one of those “traditions” that continues to this day, albeit more covertly. Maelgwn Gwynedd was a 6th century king of Gwynedd, and there appears to have been an oral tradition involving his hounds.
The Senior Stutters Line Dancers of Valdosta performed a show at Lake Park United Methodist Church on March 1, 2011.
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.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen, RIP.