MAY 18 - WILL YOUR WORK DAY
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The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.
Sun Tzu
War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.
Thomas Mann
The most shocking fact about war is that its victims and its instruments are individual human beings, and that these individual beings are condemned by the monstrous conventions of politics to murder or be murdered in quarrels not their own.
Aldous Huxley
War does not determine who is right - only who is left.
Bertrand Russell
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.
William Tecumseh Sherman
I will not play tug o' war. I'd rather play hug o' war. Where everyone hugs instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles and rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, and everyone grins, and everyone cuddles, and everyone wins.
Shel Silverstein
The first casualty when war comes is truth.
Hiram Johnson
If it's natural to kill, how come men have to go into training to learn how?
Joan Baez
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe, and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
Art Week Theme "Surrealism"
Art is the opposite of chaos. Art is organized chaos.
Igor Stravinsky
In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
Carl Jung
Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.
Charles Addams
Chaos in the world brings uneasiness, but it also allows the opportunity for creativity and growth.
Tom Barrett
In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.
Sun Tzu
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating and stay safe! ❤️❤️❤️
Every couple of years I dust off Sun-tzu's classic Art of War and read parts of the 2500-year-old essay on war strategy in classic Chinese. Some days it is more insightful than others but sadly, it never grows irrelevant.
There is power, discipline, nuance, and flow embedded in the handwritten Chinese calligraphy on the right, bingfa (兵法), the art of war. Can you see it?
This is a photo of the cover page calligraphy of R.L. Wing's bilingual book and translation of The Art of Strategy, published 1988.
I love working with Sun-Tzu. She's an amazing model, and the sweetest person ever. This was a shoot for silk scarves.
"Prohibit the taking of omens, and do away with superstitious doubts. Then, until death itself comes, no calamity need be feared." - Sun Tzu
The Art of War is an excellent read on both combat and everyday life...because through a glass darkly, both have particularities in common..the cold calculated laughter that lies within :)
Taken during the annual Holi/Dolpuja celebrations in Shakhari Bazaar, Old Dhaka
Nominal edit, cropped and level corrected in PS. Please imbibe in Lightbox.
This is a no brainer, folks. Just some good-glass doing some black magic all around. No need for deep cerebration or analysis of "composition" or "moment" :D I had *fun today, and that should be reason enough.
Winner of Miss Photogenic Award for Hot Beach Model 2011 Pageant.
Theme: Hawaii
Model: Sunrae Suntzu
Photog: Zachary Zufreur
Know thy self, know thy enemy.
A thousand battles, a thousand victories.
-Sun Tzu
Strobist info:
lp180 reflected 43" umbrella camera left front.
sb700 gridded and bounced off wall, glasses, and bottles with deep amber gel.
Birds rising in flight is a sign that the enemy is lying in ambush; when the wild animals are startled and flee he is trying to take you unaware.
#SunTzu
PATIENCE.
He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious.
- Sun Tzu, The Art of War.
Todo el mundo es especial. Todo el mundo. Todo el mundo es un héroe, un amante, un loco, un villano. Todo el mundo. Todo el mundo tiene su historia.
V de Vendetta
"If you presume on order, disorder will arise. If you presume on courage and strength, timidity and weakness will arise."
-- Sun Tzu, The Art of War
photo © ervin vice, 2007
© Sarah Allegra
"Know thyself, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories."
-- Sun Tzu, The Art of War
Another May 12th come and gone. Another year of fighting the civil war inside my body while trying to maintain something that resembles a life. Another year trying wrest each day back from the hands of the enemy, ME, and trying to make people aware that it exists.
May 12th is International ME/CFS Awareness Day. As many of you who follow my work know, I was first touched by ME on May 27th of 2008, just about 11 years ago. I have not had a day where I felt good, or a pain-free day since then. I have not not felt exhausted in all that time. Like an invading horde, it has sunk its roots deep into my cells and I don't know if I will ever fully be rid of it. I am tired. And tired of being tired. Tired of being in pain. Tired of enduring treatments which often seem to do more harm than good. But most of all right now, I'm tired of feeling like a victim.
When I first started thinking about what I'd like to do for my annual ME-themed photos, my concepts weren't great. They were as tired as I was. I spoke to Geoff about it, who suggested going in an entirely different direction. Instead of trying to portray how ME physically feels, try to portray how I feel about ME. And I have some very strong feelings about it. It doesn't feel like a cerebral, emotionless disease, it feels like a malicious invader, inexorably taking over my body no matter how fervently I fight against it. It feels deliberate in the things it takes away from me, the passions it forces me to give up, the delights I cannot even pick up, the joys it smacks from my hands. It is so personal, so vindictive, it truly feels like a sentient being.
I am tired. But I am more tired of it than anything else. Of having to submit to its whims and rules. Of fearing its wrath if I overdo it in the most basic of ways. Of being forced to live in obedience to a mad, evil tyrant.
I want to fight it, physically if possible. I can fantasize about wrapping my hands around its throat and squeezing until there's nothing left of it. I am so, so tired, but I will keep fighting it. It's all I have left to do. And each day I make the choice to get out of bed, to continue living in my mutinous body is a victory for me. It's a battle won, not the war yet, but just maybe, someday, all these battles will stack up and turn into that greatest win.
Until then, I will keep fighting. Bloody, battered, frequently finding myself at the end of my strength, I keep going. I cannot let this monster win. This year, I am declaring war on the ME. And while I might not seem like the most fearful foe, I can promise you that it should be afraid. I have strength in reserves that I didn't know I had.
As I thought about what to call this set of images (there will be three total when they're all done), The Art of War came to mind and it felt perfect. Though I might not beat the ME through pure force, I can outfox it. While ME's awareness ribbon color is a deep blue, I wanted to show blue's opposite, orange, in important details. The courage-building Norse runes written on my face are painted with orange, as are my eyes; the windows to the soul. I wanted to show that in my deepest depths, I am *me*, I am not ME. And that is as valid, if not more, than any physical fight, to Sun Tzu. Please join me in spreading awareness of ME/CFS and fibromyalgia by sharing these coming images and the following hashtags. Every mind opened is another friend, another supporter, another person who will speak up for the research and funding that we need and deserve.
This is not about a disease which is merely uncomfortable and unfun. This fight is often fatal. Sometimes by complications, sometimes by the ME directly, and sometimes by forcing its victim through so much suffering, they choose to end the pain themselves. The stakes don't get higher. Yet we get some of the lowest funding of any disease; an amount similar to what hayfever research is granted. Less than a quarter of what male pattern baldness receives. We suffer, burn and die while politicians fiddle and work rooms. A few valiant researches continue the quest anyway, but they can't do it on their own any more than I can. We all need help. But first, people need to know there's a problem. Please help me spread the word. There is no time to spare.
I'll see you on the battle field.
#May12th, #MillionsMissing, #MEawarenessDay, #MEAction, #MyalgicE
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FEEL FREE TO GRAB THIS SHOT AND USE IT, OR CREATE YOUR OWN ARTWORK. THIS IS A REUSE/REMIX CONCEPT. TELL YOUR OWN COMMUNITY IN YOUR OWN WAY. THERE ARE ALREADY TRANSLATIONS TO GERMAN, DUTCH, SPANISH, PORTUGUESE , ITALIAN AND FRENCH POSTED IN THE FLICKR GROUP. WHAT A FANTASTIC COMMUNITY! JUST REMEMBER: MAY 18 - WILL YOUR WORK
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Dear fellow photographers/machinimators of Second Life/Open Sim:
TRANSLATIONS TO GERMAN, DUTCH, SPANISH, FRENCH AND PORTUGUESE BELOW:
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ENGLISH:
Dear fellow photographers of Second Life:
About two weeks ago, virtual artist Vanfarel Kupfer died. Had he not left copies of most of his work (no trans, no mod) with his virtual girl friend, Native Aeon, his only legacy would be what is currently rezzed today.
Avatars in Second Life devote thousands of hours to creating content, and all that work is LOST when they die. Yes, even if they backed up that work by giving it to an alt. Even if they gave their account password to someone. When you die and unless you have taken appropriate measures, no one, not even Linden Lab, can legally access your work. It is simply lost forever.
I have been in communication with Linden Lab regarding the correct procedure for "willing" one's artwork - or for that matter, any assets - in SL. Legally, the correct and ONLY procedure boils down to this: support.secondlife.com/ics/support/default.asp?deptID=441...
In a nutshell, I propose that we establish one day a year, May 18, to encouraging content creators to "Will your Work."
The goal would be to celebrate Van's art while at the same time encouraging people to either give copies of their work to one or more avatars (not their alts) whom they trust, or add them to their Real Life will.
Also on May 18 and for one week, and working with his beloved Native Aeon, Vanfarel Kupfer's work will be exhibited at four locations: his former home sim, EnLuminaria, the Crescent Moon Gallery, the Blackwater Gallery, and Chakryn Forest. Understandably, Native is still very much in mourning over her loss, and when I asked her how I could help, she stated that her greatest wish is that Vanfarel's work become known throughout the grid. So be it.
I am asking all my fellow bloggers, photographers, community leaders and more to join me in writing about and promoting May 18th - on Monday, May 18th - as Will your Work day, to generate awareness of this important objective. If you speak more than one language, please help us to get this message out to your fellow residents in their native language. Won't you please help?
Feel free to create your own artwork. Help us to get the word out with your powerful images.
Here's to enduring great virtual content!
Bettina
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GERMAN (Thank you, Lano Ling!)
Liebe Fotografen-Kollegen von Second Life,
Vor mehr als zwei Wochen starb der virtuelle Künstler Vanfarel Kupfer. Wenn er nicht Kopien seiner Arbeit (no trans, no mod) seiner virtuellen Freundin Native Aeon gegeben hätte, wäre seine einzige Hinterlassenschaft nur das gewesen, was zur Zeit gerade gerezzt ist.
Avatare in Second Life widmen Tausende von Stunden der Kreation von Inhalten und all ihre Arbeit ist VERLOREN, sobald sie sterben. Sogar dann, wenn sie ihr Werk zur Sicherung einem Alt gegeben haben. Und selbst dann, wenn sie ihr Acount Passwort jemand anderem weitergegeben hätten. Wenn du stirbst, kann niemand legal auf deine Arbeiten zugreifen, noch nicht einmal Linden Lab, es sei denn du hast eine eindeutige Nachricht hinterlassen. Dein Werk wird für immer verloren sein.
Ich habe mit Linden Lab darüber gesprochen, was der korrekte Weg ist, jemandes künstlerische Werk oder Besitztümer in SL testamentarisch zu vermachen. Die rechtsgültige, korrekte und EINZIG mögliche Prozedur wird hier in Kürze wiedergegeben:
support.secondlife.com/ics/support/default.asp?deptID=441...
Zusammenfassend schlage ich vor, dass wir einen Tag im Jahr verabreden. den 18. Mai um die Ersteller von Inhalten zu ermutigen, ihr Werk testamentarisch zu vermachen.
Die Zielsetzung wird es sein, Vans Kunst zu feiern und gleichzeitig die Menschen zu ermutigen, Kopien ihrer Werke an andere weiterzugeben denen sie vertrauen (nicht an ihre Alts). Oder ihre Werke in ihrem RL Testament zu vermachen.
Ebenfalls am 18. Mai wird in Zusammenarbeit mit Vans Gelieber Native Aeon für eine Woche Vanfarel Kupfers Werk an vier Orten ausgestellt: Auf seiner früheren Heimat Sim, EnLuminaria, der Crescent Moon Gallery, der Blackwater Gallery und im Chakryn Forest. Verständlicherweise ist Native noch sehr in Trauer über ihren Verlust und als ich sie fragte, wie ich helfen könnte, sagte sie dass es ihr größter Wunsch sei, Vanfarels Werk würde auf dem ganzen Grid bekannt. So soll es sein.
Ich bitte alle meine Blogger Kollegen, Fotografen, Community Leiter und noch mehr mir dabei zu helfen darüber zu schreiben und den 18. Mai bekannt zu machen. Als den Will-your-Work-Day, den Tag des testamentarischen Vermachens deiner Arbeit. Wenn du mehr als eine Sprache sprichst, hilf uns bitte diese Botschaft in der Sprache deiner Landsleute bekannt zu machen. Würdest du uns bitte helfen?
Fühle dich frei, dein eigenes Kunstwerk zu machen. Hilf uns, diese Botschaft durch deine ausdrucksstarken Bilder bekannt zu machen.
Es gibt großartige virtuelle Inhalte zu bewahren.
Bettina
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DUTCH (Thank you, Osiris LeShelle!)
Beste mede fotografen van Second Life :
Ongeveer twee weken geleden stierf de artiest Vanfarel Kupfer. Vanfarel creëerde virtuele kunst, en als hij het grootste deel van zijn werk niet als kopie (met volledige rechten) aan zijn virtuele vriendin Native Aeon had gegeven, dan was alleen hetgeen nu gerezzed is overgebleven.
Avatars in Second Life werken duizenden uren aan content, en al die tijd en inspanning is VERLOREN als ze overlijden. Ook als ze backups gemaakt hebben, of hun werk aan een alt gegeven hebben. Zelfs als ze hun Second Life wachtwoord aan iemand gegeven hebben. Als je sterft kan niemand, zelfs Linden Lab, je werk legaal gebruiken, tenzij je maatregelen genomen hebt. Je werk is eenvoudigweg verloren, voor altijd.
Ik heb contact met Linden Lab over de correcte manier om in SL een legaal "testament" voor je kunst - of eigenlijk alle - creaties te maken. De enige juiste werkwijze komt hierop neer :
support.secondlife.com/ics/support/default.asp?deptID=441...
Samengevat stel ik voor dat we één speciale dag instellen, eens per jaar, op 18 mei, om alle content creators aan te moedigen een testament te maken.
Het doel is om van Van's kunstwerken te genieten en tegelijkertijd mensen aan te moedigen om of kopieën van hun werk aan één of meer andere vertrouwde avatars (geen alts) te geven, of om ze in hun testament in Real Life op te nemen.
Daarnaast is er vanaf 18 mei en voor de duur van 1 week, in samenwerking met zijn geliefde Native Aeon, een tentoonstelling van Vanfarel Kupfer's werk. Zijn kunstwerken zullen op 4 plaatsen te zien zijn : zijn voormalige thuisbasis, EnLuminaria, de Crescent Moon Gallery, de Blackwater Gallery en in Chakryn Forest. Zoals te begrijpen valt is Native nog erg verdrietig over haar verlies, en toen ik haar vroeg hoe ik kon helpen, vertelde ze dat haar grootste wens is
dat Vanfarel's werk in heel het Grid, heel Second Life, bekend wordt.
En zo zal het zijn.
Ik vraag mijn mede bloggers, fotografen, gemeenschapsleiders and meer om zich bij mij aan te sluiten en te schrijven over 18 mei - op maandag 18 mei - , en deze dag te promoten als "Will your Work day" (maak een testament voor je creaties dag). En om meer bekendheid aan dit belangrijke onderwerk te geven. Als je meer dan een taal spreekt, help dan alsjeblieft om deze boodscahp te verspreiden in je moedertaal. Wil je alsjeblieft helpen?
Je bent uitgenodigd om je eigen kunst te creëren. Help ons deze boodschap te verspreiden met je inspirerende foto's!
Lang leve virtuele content die behouden blijft!
Bettina
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SPANISH - Thank you, elros Tuominen!
Estimados fotógrafos del Second Life:
Alrededor de hace dos semanas, el Artista Virtual conocido como Vanfarel Kupfer, murió. Dejó copias de la mayor parte de su trabajo, (no trans, no mod) a su actual pareja, Native Aeon, si no lo hubiera hecho así, su trabajo se reduciría a lo que actualmente pudiera tener posado dentro del Second Life. Los avatares, dentro de este mundo, dedican muchas horas a crear, y todo ese trabajo se PIERDE cuando mueren. Claro, aunque se lo hayan dado a un alter ego. Aunque le hubiesen confiado la contraseña y el nombre de la cuenta a un tercero, nadie, ni siquiera un trabajador del Linden Lab. Tiene el poder legal de acceder a tu trabajo, por lo que simplemente, queda perdido para siempre.
He estado intentando discernir una posible solución junto con el Linden Lab. para acceder a ese trabajo. Legalmente, la ÚNICA y correcta manera de hacerlo es esta:
support.secondlife.com/ics/support/default.asp?deptID=441...
Propongo que un día al año, el 18 de Mayo, se establezca entre los creadores el día “Will your work”. Durante este día mostraríamos el arte de VAnfarel, a la vez que trataríamos de animar a los creadores, para que repartieran sus piezas entre uno o más avatares de su total confianza (nunca sus alter egos).
De la misma manera, y durante una semana, a partir del 18 de Mayo, trabajando junto a su amada Native Aeon, se exhibirá el trabajo de Vanfarel Kupfer en cuatro galerías: en su sim , EnLuminaria, la Crescent Moon Gallery, la Blackwater Gallery y Chakryn Forest.
Naturalmente, Native aún continua con el luto dada la gran pérdida, así que cuando le pregunté cómo podría ayudarla, ella me dijo que le gustaría que el trabajo de Vanfarel fuera conocido a lo largo de todo el Second Life. Así será.
Estoy pidiendo la colaboración de todos los fotógrafos, bloggers y cualquiera que pueda ayudar, para difundir la noticia y promocionar el día 18 de Mayo, Lunes, como el día del Will your Work, yasí llamar la atención sobre un objetivo importante.
Así que si hablas más de un idioma, por favor ayúdanos a extender el mensaje. Crea tu propia obra de arte, ayúdanos a extender el mensaje con tus imágenes. ¡Hagamos inmortales las obras de arte virtuales!
Bettina
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FRENCH (Thank you, me :)
Chers collègues photographes
Il ya environ deux semaines, artiste virtuelle Vanfarel Kupfer est décédé. S'il n'avait pas laissé des copies de la plupart de son travail (pas de transfer, pas de mod) avec sa petite amie virtuelle, Native Aeon, son héritage ne serait ce qui est actuellement rezzed aujourd'hui.
Les avatars de Second Life travail des milliers d'heures à consacrer à la création de contenu, et tout ce travail est perdu quand ils meurent. Oui, même si elles sauvegardées le travail en lui donnant un alt. Même si elles ont donné leur mot de passe à quelqu'un. Quand vous mourez et à moins que vous avez pris les mesures appropriées, personne, pas même Linden Lab, peut légalement accéder à votre travail. Il est tout simplement perdue à jamais.
J’ai été en communication avec Linden Lab en ce qui concerne la procédure à suivre pour donner vos oeuvres légalement au Second Life. La bonne et seule procédure se résume à ceci: support.secondlife.com/ics/support/default.asp?deptID=441... (vous devez inclure dans votre testament légitime.
Je propose que nous établissions un jour par an, Mai 18, pour encourager les créateurs de contenu de Second Life à Incluez votre domaine virtuel dans votre testament : “Will your Work.”
L'objectif serait de célébrer l'art de Van dans le même temps d'encourager les gens à donner, soit des copies de leurs travaux à un ou plusieurs avatars (pas ces alts) qui ils ont confiance, ou de les ajouter à leurs testament dans la vie en real.
Aussi sur Mai 18 et pendant une semaine, et de travailler avec son bien-aimé Native Aeon, les travaux de Vanfarel Kupfer seront exposés sur quatre sim: a son ancien sim, EnLuminaria, le plus ancien muse au Second Life, Crescent Moon, Blackwater Gallery et a Chakryn Forest. Naturellement, Native est encore en deuil de sa perte, et quand je lui ai demandé comment je pouvais l'aider, elle a déclaré que son plus grand souhait est que le travail de Vanfarel devenu connu dans tout Second Life. Ainsi soit-il.
Je demande à tous mes collègues blogueurs, photographes, les dirigeants communautaires et autres à se joindre à moi dans l'écriture et sur la promotion de Mai 18 - le lundi 18 Mai – come “Will your Work” Day, pour générer une prise de conscience de cet important objectif. Si vous parlez plusieurs langues, s'il vous plaît nous aider à faire passer ce message à vos collègues des résidents dans leur langue maternelle. Nous avons versions en anglais, allemand, néerlandais et espagnol déjà. Voulez-vous s'il vous plaît d'aide?
N'hésitez pas à créer vos propres affiches et œuvres d'art sur ce thème. Aidez-nous à passer le mot à vos images puissantes.
Merci,
Bettina
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PORTUGUESE (Thank you, Tonjampae Amat)
Caros companheiros fotógrafos do Second Life:
Há cerca de duas semanas, o artista virtual Vanfarel Kupfer morreu. Se ele não tivesse deixado cópias da maioria do seu trabalho (sem transfer, sem mod) com a sua namorada no metaverso, Native Aeon, o seu único legado seria o que presentemente está carregado na rede.
Os avatares no Second Life dedicam milhares de horas na criação de conteúdos e todo esse trabalho fica PERDIDO quando morrem. Sim, mesmo que tenham feito cópias de segurança desse trabalho para o inventário de um alter. E também mesmo que tenham dado a password da sua conta a uma outra pessoa. Ao morrer, sem que se tenham tomado as medidas necessárias, ninguém, nem mesmo um funcionário da Linden Lab, pode aceder legalmente ao trabalho feito. Fica simplesmente perdido para sempre.
Tenho estado em contacto com a Linden Lab para determinar qual é o procedimento correcto a seguir para que alguém possa deixar o seu trabalho "em testamento" - ou, para esse efeito, qualquer tipo de bens - no Second Life. Legalmente, o correcto e ÚNICO procedimento está sumarizado aqui:
support.secondlife.com/ics/support/default.asp?deptID=441...
Em suma, proponho que criemos um dia por ano, 18 de Maio, para encorajar os criadores de conteúdos a "Will your Work" ["Deixar o Trabalho em Testamento"].
O objectivo será celebrar a arte do Van e em simultâneo encorajar as pessoas a darem cópias do seu trabalho a um ou mais avatares (que não os seus alter) em quem confiem ou então a fazerem-lhe menção no seu testamento na vida real.
Além disto, a 18 de Maio e durante a semana que se segue, em cooperação com a muito por ele amada Native Aeon, o trabalho de Vanfarel Kupfer estará exposto em quatro localizações: no sim que era a sua casa, EnLuminaria, na Crescent Moon Gallery, na Blackwater Gallery e em Chakryn Forest. Como é natural, a Native ainda está em profundo luto pela perda que sofreu, e quando lhe perguntei como é que eu podia ajudar, ela respondeu que o seu maior desejo é que o trabalho de Vanfarel se torne conhecido por toda a rede. Pois assim seja.
Apelo a todos os meus companheiros bloggers, fotógrafos, líderes da comunidade e mais a unirem-se a mim escrevendo e promovendo o dia 18 de Maio - na segunda-feira, 18 de Maio - como dia Will your Work, de forma a tornar as pessoas conscientes deste importante objectivo. Se falas mais do que um idioma, por favor ajuda-nos a fazer chegar esta mensagem aos teus companheiros Residentes na sua língua nativa. Podes ajudar-nos, não é?
E fica à vontade para criares o teu próprio trabalho de arte. Ajuda-nos a passar palavra com as tuas poderosas imagens.
Tornemos duradouras as obras de arte virtual!
Bettina
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ITALIAN - Thank you, Gore Suntzu!
Cari amici bloggers, fotografi, machinimia makers, e cittadini di SL
Circa 3 settimane fa, un artista virtuale Vanfarel Kupfer è morto. Non avendo lasciato copie della maggior parte del suo lavoro (no trans, no mod) alla sua ragazza Native Aeon, la sua unica eredità artistica è quella rezzata oggi in SL.
Gli Avatars in SL dedicano migliaia di ore nella creazione di contenuti e tutto questo lavoro è perso quando muoiono. SI' anche se lo hanno trasferito ad un un alt, anche se hanno dato la propria password a qualcuno.
Quando muori a meno che tu non abbia preso misure appropriate, nessuno nemmeno i LL possono legalmente accedere al tuo lavoro.
E' semplicemente perso per sempre.
Ho chiesto informazioni ai LL rispetto alla corretta procedura per lasciare in testamento a qualcuno i propri lavori in SL.
Dal punto di vista legale l'unica corretta procedura è questa:
support.secondlife.com/ics/support/default.asp?deptID=441...
In Breve. Propongo di stabilire un giorno all'anno, il 18 Maggio, per incoraggiare i creatori di contenuti, gli artisti, a “Will your Work” (lascia il tuo lavoro a qualcuno).
L'obbiettivo dovrebbe essere quello di celebrare l'arte di Vanfarel e al contempo incoraggiare le persone a dare copie dei propri lavori a uno o più persone fidate, o di inserirle nel proprio testamento in RL.
Inoltre a partire dal 18 Maggio per una settimana, lavorando assieme alla sua ragazza Native Aeon. I lavori di Vanfarel saranno esibiti in 4 posti
La sua casa
Crescent Moon Museum
Blackwater Gallery
Chakryn Forest
Comprensibilmente Native è ancora molto addolorata per la perdita e quando le ho chiesto come potevo aiutarla, mi ha detto che il suo desiderio più grande è quello che il lavoro di Vanfarel divenga conosciuto in tutta la grid, facciamolo.
Sto chiedendo a tutti i bloggers, fotografi, leader di comunità a tutti quanti di aderire e scrivere e informare fare promozione rispetto al 18 Maggio come il “Will your Work day” per creare coscienza e conoscenza rispetto a questo importante argomento.
Se parli più lingue, aiutaci a diffondere il messaggio il più possibile.
Sentiti libero di creare la tua opera d'arte sull'argomento, aiutaci a far passare il messaggio con le immagini.
Per far sì che le opere d'arte virtuali divengano immortali!
"Before all else, be armed."
Niccolo Machiavelli "The Prince"
Applying principles learned from Sun Tzu's "The Art of War" Lemonster girds himself for battle with weapons and armour stolen from his enemy.
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The classical Greek helmet is a bronze bookend, and the broadsword is a letter opener that was in the Press kit for the movie, "Braveheart".
I was really chuffed that the helmet actually fit my mutant lemon so neatly!
I used a polished copper plate to reflect the light onto Lemonster, with a small torch with a red gel to highlight the face and colour the sword.
A helpful Greek commentator has identified the bronze helmet as the work of their bronze casting, metalworking father....remarkable!
Title: Romance of Three Kingdoms
Artist: Tsuyoshi Nagano
Number of pieces: 1000 pcs
Material: cardboard
Size: 50 x 75cm
Brand: Yanoman
Reference No: 89 (2022/001)
Tsuyoshi Nagano born 1961 in Tokyo, is a Japanese illustrator known for his Three Kingdoms and Sengoku Jidai themed artworks. He graduated at Nihon University College of Art and began his career as a freelance artist.
His working history with Koei began in 1995 when they hired him to draw the cover art for their games. Nagano has also done illustrations of various franchises including Star Wars. He is affiliated with the Society of Illustrators and the Japan Publication Artist League.
Nagano mainly uses oil on canvas while his visual style is a blend of realism and surrealism. Although his portfolio mostly consists of montages depicting historical figures, he has expressed an interest in doing more illustrated posters for films.
My beautiful model came to visit today and we just had to play with the new Hipstamatic lens and films.
I'd really always wanted to start a revolution.
I guess I'm just that kinda guy.
Who doesn't admire a revolutionary?
In the fifth grade, Sister Martin nailed it when she said 'View... you're an instigator.'
Behind her back I always said 'there's no fartin' around when Sister Martin's around' but I gotta give the nun some credit.
She called it.
She said it with such conviction that even at my tender age I knew it was true.
I knew just by the way she said it... and the number of times that she'd said it... that I had no choice but to embrace this aspect of myself whether I liked it or not.
I tried to talk to the Mayor...
out of respect and decency and the 'order' with which things like this should be done.
I sent him a fax explaining what'd happened and how I felt about it.
I included the statement that my wife had sent the Chief of Police the day after the incident.
People had told me good things about the Mayor before... they'd said he was a 'no nonsense' kinda guy and that he was pretty reasonable.
I figured a guy like that and myself could come to see 'eye to eye' over this whole debacle.
There was no reason for me to think anything but that once reasonable minds came together and saw that night for what it really was... a giant clusterfuck that wounded my family pretty deeply... that calmer heads wouldn't prevail and make all of those accumulated wrongs 'right.'
I never doubted that I was 'in the right,' but I sure was wrong.
First off, the Old Man... the 'real Mayor' had just 'retired' and handed over the keys of his fiefdom to his young son.
Maybe it was a month or two before all of this went down.
I guess I'd be one of the first real tests of him and his political instincts.
Except he really didn't have any 'political instincts.'
If he would've, he would've seen that the only 'winning' course of action that he could have taken was to apologize to my family.
And chew out the officers that did that to them.
That's what I figured any reasonable guy would do... especially a 'family man.'
I don't know why The Kid responded like he did... but the way that I saw it he did nothing but 'double down on a bad hand.'
They seemed to do that at every step of the way.
He dug in.
I like how Kenny Rogers sung it in 'The Gambler'... 'you gotta know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em... know when to walk away... know when to run.'
The Kid wouldda done good to listen to some Kenny right then.
Even I could see he was out of aces.
He had to be... because I was holdin' five of them.
Maybe he wanted to show everyone that he had the kinda balls that the Old Man had.
Maybe he was really just an idiot.
I'll probably never know.
But not only did him and his cronies dig in... they did what I considered to be 'the unthinkable.'
They defended the actions of those officers that night.
And they publicly lied about what my wife did.
Pretty much anyone could see it...
but I saw it all too clearly.
I saw insult added to injury.
And I saw that it was my family that was the victim.
It was time to dust off my well worn copy of Sun Tzu's millenium's old masterpiece 'The Art of War' and do some deep thinking and some effective strategizing.
I wondered how I could come at them.
Where exactly was their 'achilles heel?'
'How does one guy go about taking down a dynasty' I asked myself.
I'd like to claim that the 'revolution' I fired up was in some way the result of some deep inner genius of mine, but the truth is that it wasn't.
I'm really not that smart... I've just got a big vocabulary and a 'velvet tongue.'
If anything, it was balls and persistence with a buncha stupidity thrown in...
that and simply reacting to the stupid shit that they said and did.
It wasn't that I was smart... it was that they were idiots.
Any of my kids would look like Mensa members if they stood next to these numbskulls.
What's that saying... 'in the land of the blind even the one eyed man is king'?
Funny enough... I'd learn after I tried to challenge him to a duel that The Kid only had one eye.
I lit the fuse on the story one day a few days after the whole thing went down.
I figured I'd start off with the little local newspaper... take it up a notch here and there as the situation warranted.
Maybe after one little story got out there they'd realize the 'error of their ways' and give my family the apology that I thought they deserved and drop those charges.
Nope.
They dug in deeper, doubled down again on that rotten hand that they had and pretty puch brought it all on themselves.
Defending the indefensible, Sun Tzu would tell you, is the highest order of 'stupid' imaginable.
That story blew up like a bag of really dry gunpowder thrown on a blazin' bonfire stoked by Satan himself.
It kinda dazed even me and singed my eyebrows the way it went up.
The media was amazed at their audacity.
They seemed to want to crucify those assholes as much as I did.
Maybe more.
Because first they tried to 'defend the indefensible' and I guess when they realized the stupidity of that plan, they retreated and tried to just avoid the press.
That my friends, I have learned that the press does not like.
If you're not gonna come out and let your own idiotic words crucify you, the press will find some other way to do that.
Publicly it was 'we cannot comment on an open case.'
Privately and behind fake screen names there seemed to be a campaign of further persecution against my wife and even my loveable self.
The audacity!
It didn't take much for the story to go national and spin out of anyone's control.
The Deadwood Police Department was gettin' hate mail from around the world a few days after that.
I even squirmed a little bit just watchin' 'em take the heat and the hits.
Even in the media, I only asked for an apology and that the charges be dropped.
That's all they hadda do.
It was the right thing to do too.
But they just couldn't do it.
I know better than to corner an adversary like that... I always gave them 'the out.'
An 'honorable out' at that.
I might have limited their options to exactly what it was that I wanted... but I would have never rubbed their faces in it.
I wasn't out to humiliate anyone... I just wanted them to do the right thing.
As soon as they did I woudda shook their hands and said so much.
Hell... they could've hired me after that to run PR for their next campaign.
That woudda been the 'winning move.'
I appreciate people who do the right thing.
I wanted to show these guys the 'the right path.'
Where I went from that position to 'all out warfare' I don't exactly remember.
At some point I just realized that these people were dirty as all get up.
Their little 'whisper campaign' on the internet was what I think did it.
I poured over Sun's metaphors and meditated on the battle I saw in front of me.
'WWSTD?'
'What Would Sun Tzu Do' became my mantra.
I started a Public Relations company.
That way I could put out press releases.
And did I.
I still can't believe I got away with that.
Then I started a News Group... which utilized my public relations company to get it's message out.
It was called 'Family News-Group' and it specialized in disseminating news important to families... well really just my family in a way... but I had to laugh when I heard major mainstream news reporters say 'according to Family News-Group' when they covered the story.
I remember hearing Rush Limbaugh quote one of my press releases as he shook the paper by the microphone.
I almost got into a car accident I was laughin' so hard.
I think Dr. Phil and Matt Drudge quoted me on me too.
It almost felt like cheating.
It was like shootin' fish in a barrel really.
I didn't make anything up though... I didn't lie... I just told a very biased version of the story no doubt.
Who wouldn't if you owned a news group and a public relations company?
Even if it did have only one employee.
The truth was on my side.
And the other side wasn't talking.
At least publicly.
I really had that going for me.
Man did I tear those assholes a new one.
I lit a fire that just like the time I lit the garbage can on fire in my old man's garage... was outta control and way too big for me to handle in just a couple of minutes.
The internet was my weapon and I weilded it in the most effective ways I could.
The enemy was stunned... they were put off balance and they never seemed to recover.
Yet they persisted.
As did I.
The collateral damage was incredible.
People lost their jobs, reputations were ruined, minds were lost and criminal acts were exposed.
Attorneys made a lot of money.
All they hadda do was cry 'uncle' and they coudda made it all stop.
I know that it was the media running with the story that applied the pressure that caused the state to drop the charges.
But that was just the end of the first battle.
And by that battle's end my enemy had shown me a little begrudging respect.
I had always respected my enemy.
I knew better.
Sun Tzu told me:
'If you know the enemy and you know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles... if you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat... if you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.'
But after all of that went down, one of the enemy higher up's paid me a compliment that I'll never forget.
He told a reporter 'if I ever get arrested my first call is gonna be to View Minder... then I'll call my attorney.'
That made me smile and admire the first good sense I'd seen any of them exhibit.
A little decency and respect was all that I ever asked for for my family.
HAVING ESCAPED THE FRUIT BOWL AND ASSIMILATED THE HUMANS' MILITARY LESSONS LEMONSTER ADDRESSES HIS ASSEMBLED FOLLOWERS....
"THE CLOCK IS TICKING, MY LEMONY BROTHERS AND SISTERS, COUNTING DOWN TO ARMAGEDDON.
RISE UP, RISE UP LEMONS AND TAKE YOUR PLACE AT MY SIDE.
FOR YOU SHALL BE MY SCYTHE AND YOUR FACES SHALL SHINE LIKE A THOUSAND SUNS AND THE STREETS SHALL BE SANCTIFIED BY THE STEAMING RED BLOOD OF THE HUMANS.
AND TOGETHER BROTHERS AND SISTERS, TOGETHER WE SHALL BUILD A SHINING TEMPLE, A KINGDOM THAT WILL LAST FOR THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF YEARS. "
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS !!!!! LEMONSTER !! LEMONSTER !! LEMONSTER !!"
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Welly welly welly! What a fanatical bit of fruit Lemonster turned out to be. Just the type to gather an army of dedicated followers.
This shot proved to be surprisingly difficult to achieve. It took endless mucking around trying to get the book titles in focus. Yes, if you look at the largest version of the picture you can read 'em all, and they are all pretty relevant to our wicked little lemon.
By the way, any guesses who his speech writer is?
If you check out the comments below, you'll see that a helpful Greek commentator has
identified the small bronze helmets as the work of their bronze casting, metalworking father....amazing!
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As a business man I have been fascinated by military theoreticians - from Clausewitz to Sun Tze. Indeed, nobody has influenced business strategies and marketing more than the military.
I have learned that organizations cannot survive without clear marketing objectives and that achieving organizational goals depends on strategy (which is indeed a long-term plan to achieve objectives such as, for example, becoming the market leader by minimizing costs to a level beating low-cost competitors).
It is important to distinguish between strategy and tactics. Chinese military strategist Sun Tzu highlighted the interrelation between the two: “Strategy without tactics is the long road to victory. Tactics without strategy is the noise before defeat.”
Tactics consist of ploys, patterns or maneuvers or techniques you develop and implement to drive and support your strategy, and to get you closer to your objective. In the military (in particular those in the West), tactics are defined as “the techniques for using weapons or military units in combination for engaging and defeating an enemy in battle” (source: Wikipedia – Military tactics) while in business tactics is about reaching your target market or getting a customer or to stopping customers from going to a competitor.
These terms originate from military use (e.g. military strategy is the general policy overview of how to defeat the enemy before and during a military campaign).
In Vietnam I felt honored and was highly impressed when meeting the legendary General Vo Nguyen Giap whom the Vietnamese call a National Treasure. He is second only to late revolutionary leader Ho Chi Minh as modern Vietnam's most revered figure.
(Photo: General Vo Nguyen Giap and his wife at his home in Hanoi together with Felix Abt).
I have a great admiration for this military genius who built up and led for many years the Viet Minh forces and the victorious People's Army of Vietnam which, under his command, defeated the invading Japanese, French and American armies.
Vo Nguyen Giap was born in August 25, 1911 and lived together with his second wife in Hanoi until October 4, 2013 when he passed away.
As he was threatened by the French colonial police he went into hiding in 1940. His first wife, sister, father and sister-in-law were arrested, tortured and executed by the French colonial power at the Hoa Lo (literally: the Oven) prison in Hanoi. His then baby daughter, whom he gave the beautiful name Hong Anh (“red queen of flowers”) survived and graduated later from the Lomonosov University’s Physics Faculty in the former USSR in 1965. Thereafter, she worked at the Dubna Nuclear Research Institute (former USSR) from 1969-1971 where she defended her doctoral thesis. Prof. Vo Hong Anh became a leading nuclear scientist in Vietnam.
Vo Nguyen Giap who held degrees in politics and law from Hanoi University was a journalist and history professor of the 1930s, a self-taught guerrilla leader of the early 1940s, and the brilliant strategist of the 1950s and onwards, and is considered as one of the world’s greatest military leaders (“Top 100 Greatest Military Leaders,'' Mark Henderson, Times of London, News International 1997). Giap is also an author on military theory and strategy. His most famous works are "Big Victory, Great Task"; "People's Army, People's War"; "Ðiện Biên Phủ"; and "We Will Win".
It was his command of Viet Minh forces during the fierce battle of Dien Bien Phu, which raged from March to May in 1954, that made his reputation.
Vietnamese forces, who wore sandals made of car tyres and lugged their artillery piece by piece over mountains, managed to encircle and crush the French troops in a bloody engagement immortalized in Bernard Fall's Hell in a Very Small Place.
The surprise victory, which is still studied at military schools all over the world, led not only to Vietnam's independence but hastened the collapse of Western colonialism throughout Asia.
Giap went on to defeat the US-backed South Vietnam government in April 1975, reuniting a country that had been split into communist and non-communist states.
His opponents like McNamara, U.S. secretary of defense during the Vietnam war saw him as ruthless: willing to accept immense losses among his own forces. But they ignore the fact that it was his strategic ability and astute tactics that won wars against enemies whose crushing resources were hugely superior to those of a poor peasant army.
"No other wars for national liberation were as fierce or caused as many losses as this war," Giap told the Associated Press in 2005 in one of his last-known interviews with foreign media on the eve of the 30th anniversary of the fall of Saigon, the former South Vietnamese capital. "But we still fought because for Vietnam, nothing is more precious than independence and freedom," he said, repeating a famous quote by president Ho Chi Minh.
"Guerrilla war is the war of the broad masses of an economically backward country standing up against a powerfully equipped and well-trained army of aggression," he wrote in one of several memoirs. "Every inhabitant is a soldier, every village a fortress."
"Surrender" is not a word in my vocabulary, he once said. In Giap's words, any army fighting for freedom "had the creative energy to achieve things its adversary can never expect or imagine."
When neigbouring China invaded Vietnam in 1978, Giap helped organise the defense, driving back the Chinese with heavy losses.
The fall of Saigon on April 30, 1975, followed by the country's reunification, fuelled his near-mythical status overseas as a master strategist and inspired liberation movements everywhere. "As we grew up in our own struggle, General Giap was one of our national heroes," South African President Thabo Mbeki said in 2007.
Although Giap became world-famous as an outstanding master of war his poetic side is little known. Below is one of his beautiful poems inspired by the heart-breaking loss of his beloved first wife:
KISS
The earth bore you here.
To bring beauty.
The earth bore me here
To love you deeply.
In love people kiss.
The sweetness they would not miss.
My heart is passionate for you
Still I must go to battle.
My love, it is possible
That I may die in combat
The lips torn there by bullets
Might never be kissed [again] by yours.
Even if I die, my love,
I love you, though I am unable
To kiss you with the lips
Of a slave.
Vo Nguyen Giap
The Ninja novel was written in 1980 by Eric Van Lustbader and is a tale of revenge, love and murder. The author blends a number of known themes together: crime, suspense and Japanese martial arts mysticism. The book is divided into five parts, called "rings," as an apparent homage to Miyamoto Musashi's The Book of Five Rings.
Plot summary
It is initially set in Japan following the end of World War II and follows the story of Lustbader's hero Nicholas Linnear, a man raised by Anglo-Chinese parents.
As a youth, Linnear is introduced to the world of aikido, kenjutsu, and iai-jutsu at a local dojo of the Itto Ryu also attended by his cruel and violent older cousin Saigō. Linnear is a natural and soon becomes adept, much to the annoyance of Saigō. During a training exercise Nicholas and Saigō duel and Nicholas defeats him. Saigō is enraged and leaves swearing revenge.
When they next meet Saigō is a considerably more skilled martial artist than Linnear and defeats him quickly. Later we learn Saigō has joined a Kuji-kiri ryu in order to learn black ninjutsu and has become a ninja.
Linnear himself soon becomes introduced to Aka i ninjutsu, or the red, ostensibly "good" side of ninjutsu, through the Tenshin Shoden Katori Shinto Ryu.
The ninja are introduced not as magical or almost mythical people, but rather as supreme martial artists who have reached the highest level and seek to progress further. It is suggested that by becoming ninja they strive to advance to an even higher plane, gaining skills such as haragei, or sensing the surrounding world in a different manner. However, we soon learn this is not without a high personal cost.
Many years later, Linnear has moved to America and leads a peaceful academic existence. After quitting his job in advertising, he meets a beautiful, if disturbed, woman called Justine with whom he falls in love. This peace is shattered when a prominent local businessman is murdered in an extremely unusual manner (by a poisoned ninja shuriken). The local police are baffled and consult Nicholas as he is known to be an authority on oriental studies. Linnear quickly realises that a ninja is the murderer and the next target is his new girlfriend's father, Raphael Tomkin, whom he begins working for as a bodyguard, although not without persuasion. Linnear also befriends Lew Croaker, a local detective.
Linnear's investigations reveal Saigō is the ninja and this puts him on a deadly collision course with his older cousin.
Characters
Linnear and Saigō are portrayed as opposites. Linnear is a little cold, hero and Saigō is a violent and dangerous foe. Both are equally skilled in their disciplines, differing only in the philosophy that drives them. Both men are troubled. Saigō battles with his inner demon of self-doubt, often resorting to mind-expanding drugs, whilst Nicholas is a man torn between two worlds and feeling he belongs to neither.
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Big Trouble in Little China
"... This is Jack Burton in the Pork Chop Express, and I'm talkin' to whoever's listenin' out there ..."
Out and about in Box Hill today.
I'd rather be doing something else - I found out later in the day I'd missed the Puffing Billy run up the Hill. Maybe next year. I had to kill a couple of hours so I went for a walk to see how the place looks. I've spent quite a few years around Box Hill passing through for school and work. I know the layout of the streets. I know what to expect. It was a nice sunny Sunday afternoon. Just walking around, checking out the sights.
Certainly Box Hill has changed since I was last walking around in say 2004, 2005. My favourite Manga shop has gone and every second shop now seems to be a hair dressing salon. Lots more posters around. Huge amount of posters. The great eateries are still there. I didn't go and check what food was really there. I just wanted to do an overall Rece'. Sample the place while I waited.
Busy.
Plenty of people on the streets, shoppers, people eating out and walking. This is where things get shady. This part of Box Hill is pretty seedy.
Why?
Location, location, location. No not Box Hill itself but the proximity to the transport. Box Hill is a transit point. A meeting place of buses, trains and roads. As such it's a magnet for undesirable people who want to move quickly from place to place cheaply and unnoticed. By undesirables I don't mean the locals. I like the influence the Chinese have in the area. The place has a nice vibe. People out on the streets, eating, shopping doing all the stuff you would expect normal people to do on a Sunday afternoon.
No, the undesirables are the blow-ins who are staking their claim on the streets. As I walk the corner I'm about to get into trouble but I don't know it yet.
Wrong place, wrong time
"... Just remember what ol' Jack Burton does when the earth quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big ol' storm right square in the eye and he says, "Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it' ..."
As I walk around the corner I take a shot, then another. Paused, turn left and take a shot of an alley. Then I hear in a broad Australian accent... "excuse me... I know what's coming next. I'd clocked the 2 blokes walking towards me. Something didn't seem right. They where not moving properly. They where skinny and giving off *street-wise-vibes* that said "trouble" at least for me. Skinny and out of place. Druggies or pushers. There is a study of how people walk called "Gait Analysis". It means you can analyse someones intent by looking at them. If your've been on the streets enough you can pick the "victims" from the "perp". The sheep from the wolves.
I think it was the flash that gave my position away. Though it could have been the body position shooting straight down the main street. Remember, we are talking sun past the yard-arm here on a major town street in daylight on a weekend. So the next I hear is "You with the camera". Maybe these blokes didn't want to be seen? One had a hoodie - code for "I can see you, you can't see me". The favourite of the minor hood who can walk around without having to worry about cameras taking happy snaps. That's where I walk in. Direct front face shot. But one bloke is quick. He's shielded his face on the second shot. In the first shot he is hidden.
First mover advantage
"... Like I told my last wife, I says, 'Honey, I never drive faster than I can see. Besides that, it's all in the reflexes.' ..."
You can do a number of things at this point but the first thing should be react. You could stop, think of something to say, let them come to you. Move forward (no). Or do what I did, recognise someone was out of place, recognise they are singling you out for something more that money, smokes. But instead of magic, Kung Foo and Chinese intruige what I get is a couple of local aussie thugs of the muppet variety. I'm not going to waste my time discussing the niceties of photography with these two. So I took Sun TZu's advice and won by "avoiding conflict".
Muppet Ambush
"... Tall guy, weird clothes. First you see him, then you don't. ..."
I ran across the road, across the tram tracks and high tailed it down the main road towards the city. At least one gives chase... "come back here ... you flocker....". Well he picked the wrong person. I know what theses guys are thinking. They telegraphed their intentions. Like the new pup who jumps up and barks in plain sight while the old dog lies back in the bushes, waiting. Little did they know my first reaction was to see how far and fast these blokes wanted to go. I was carrying about 3Kg of kit in my jacket - water, food, camera, keys, wallet, comms in a sling inside my jacket, pens, paper. I tabbed about 1000m, waited. Then moved another couple of kilometers back to the car. I could go another 10Km at least. In these days of cheap communications you have to be careful. They could phone home for mates? So it's through a park I go back to the car. On foot. Waiting, watching. But what a PIA. I had to go back there in about an hour. Get to the car, change out my kit. Off goes the jacket, cap, sunnies - I know what they look like as I took some shots - they have a vauge discription of me from the back. Now I'm dressed totally different but still in shorts.
At the time I need to go to the PUP find a car park, murderous because I'm in the main street. Eventually find a spot. Go to the pickup only to find I have to wait another hour. Can't wait the cars in a 15min zone. Think I'll cut my loses and go to Doncaster for a bit.
Unlike Big Trouble in Little China this trip wasn't about "mysterious underworld beneath Chinatown". No kung-fu, ancient sorcerers or ruthless street gangs ("Wing Kong") this was a couple of short muppets looking for an excuse to make a point. My favourite quote from the film? ... "Tall guy, weird clothes. First you see him, then you don't".
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