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We thought we were just walking into John's Market to use the bathroom and get a snack. Little did Nickey and I know that we would find rows and rows of bottled beers from all over Portland and the World taking over the last 1/3 of the store. It was like a Beer MUSEUM! Seaweed Beer anyone?
i'm not ok with myself..i can't understand,why after giving and sharing,some people just keep on letting you down.... =/
**I posted the below entry on one of my blogs back in June, but as I was eating tonight, I was reminded of it**
A few nights ago, I was sitting here, eating at my desk. The environment was a bit more quiet than usual. There was no television on, no music playing, and I wasn't even paying attention to the computer. It was just silent..a man and his meal. It reminded me of times when I would see my mother, father, or uncle eating at the kitchen table. I'd always watch from a distance, and it would always seem as if while they were eating..that was all that mattered. All prior worries were put on hold, and there were no concerns about what the future would bring. It's something so simple, but yet so amazing. To me, anyways...I'm weird like that sometimes.
Anywho, this moment reminded me of just how much I can pick up just from watching others interact with their surroundings. Not to sound like too much of a bigot or anything, but the effect is usually the greatest when I watch older Black people. I remember one time being back home, at a grocery store. I just watched how everyone went about doing things in the store. Some people hobbled around, with grimaces of pain accompanying every step that they took. Others seemed to be determined to get the best value for their money as they appeared to compare products to each other. Some people were dressed in what society would deem as "old" or "cheap" clothing, while others were dressed a bit fancier. It showed me that some people were less concerned with image or perception and more concerned with protecting their bodies from the elements.
I don't really know where I'm going with this. Perhaps just to say that watching others gives me a deeper appreciation for the more primitive things that we give little or no thought to at all on a daily basis. At least that's what I get from it..but we all know I'm a bit off center.
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More than 500 students, faculty and staff members attended the information sessions and an estimated 2,000-plus people enjoyed the Launch Party in the SSC Living Room to celebrate the launch of the College's new brand - Welcome to the New School of Thought.
Thought Id add more shots that I took when I was up the mountains .The sun looked like it was putting on a private light show for me
Some tapestries I liked and thought appropriate since Good Friday and Easter had only been past the week before we visited the cathedral. No flash as usual. I think these are:
"The Barberini Tapestries: The Life of Christ Named after the looms of Roman Cardinal Francesco Barberini, upon which they were woven in the 17th century, and notable for having been created in southern Italy during a time when most tapestries were woven in northern Europe, the Barberini Tapestries illustrate scenes from the life of Christ. They were originally intended as a gift for Cardinal Barberini's uncle, Pope Urban VIII, and were donated to the Cathedral by Mrs. Elizabeth U. Coles in 1891, one year before its foundation stone was laid. Selected tapestries from the full set of 12 are on rotating view in the Crossing. "
Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you're living?
Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live!
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EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY
DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture...Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors,I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this On their bed.
DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was... Not working according to plan.
DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still LODGED between my teeth.
DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event, however, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. She is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and he speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my activities. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
-Author Unknown
Actress / Model Tanya Salas Platt (taniasalasplatt.com/), at twilight in a small alley off of Hoover St., just north of 27th.
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I thought I'd take part in "Bench Monday" this time and so we went to this, for some reason equipped with a lock, bench right in front of this wall, which is a popular place to spray graffiti. On the right, outside of the frame, there's another wall rather full of it. I jokingly used called this area "Kristinehamn's hood". ;)
Part of my final project for my analogue class entitled 'Distilling Thoughts: an investigation into genres'.
We had to look into a specific genre of photography and 'warp' it, somewhat. I chose portraiture.
My work investigates the insecurities we all possess. Through concealing the face of subjects, the people presented lose fragments of their identity. My main motive behind the action of concealing their faces is to expose the fact that we all have faults and fears which we wish to hide from society and those who are particularly close to us. We all have things to be ashamed of and sometimes we try to fool ourselves and we let things slip and allow people to see beyond our 'veil'.
In the morning I wake up
the shadows of the dream spin in my head
it was a dark nightmare
The sun shines on my face
the birds sing a silent melody
where is the reality?
Model: Katrin
Thoughts of the first trip to Grand Central “Madison” Feb 3, 2023
This was an event I had been looking forward to for quite some time, only to be delayed by the now famous ventilation problem at the new station. I finally had the opportunity to go this past Friday, and of course it was to be an extremely cold and windy day (temperatures dropping into the single numbers later in the day). But I’d be inside, so what the heck!
I purchased my tickets at the Mineola TVM, and noticed that instead of three machines there were now two. And as my tickets came out, along with two $1.00 coins, they were printed as going to “Grand Central” without the Madison. Arrived on track 1 at Jamaica and the “shuttle” train to Grand Central was waiting on track 5. A train of 8 M7’s, and it was to be an express train. Ridership was very light, only 4-5 passengers on the car I was on. All verbal announcements were to “Grand Central”.
Trip through the East River tunnel was very quick and smooth, and as we arrived near GCM we were held for an outbound train for about 1”.
We arrived on track 304 on the lower level of the new Grand Central (Madison) terminal, and all I can say is “Magnificent!” To summarize several hours of wandering around the facility, and purposely trying to get lost, it is a trip well worth the effort! As I stated before, ridership was very light, and now is a great time to visit, as the facility is very empty and you can roam around at leisure, and do whatever photographic work you want without people in the way. It is also perhaps the safest place to be in New York City, as there are uniformed MTA police in abundance, in fact you will never be out of sight of one. Also there are numerous MTA/LIRR employees and “Ambassadors” around to ask for assistance.
Architecturally the facility is both simple and modern, yet is highly functional, and contains some very colorful and pleasant art work. Even though you are way below ground (some 150’ from street level) there is no feeling of claustrophobia as the areas are spacious and well lite throughout. Also there are excellent views of arriving and departing trains at the train rooms. Along the upper corridors are many empty vendor locations, which in my opinion will most likely remain empty for quite some time to come, as I simply do not think there will be a demand for anything more than a place to pick up a few cans of beer for the trip home. Also the logistics of bringing product into the station will be difficult at best.
About the only criticism I might have is with the very long escalators from the Madison Ave corridor to the track levels. They are long, very, very, long! And when you look down (which you really don’t want to do), it’s a bit unnerving (182’ long and 90’ in depth, the ride takes almost two minutes). If you have a tendency towards Acrophobia & Vertigo, beware! To make matters worse the rubber hand rail belt moves slightly faster than the stairs (not uncommon) and as you hold on for dear life you will find your upper body being pulled forward and down. You’ll need to release your “death” grasp of the railing and move your hand back several times. Perhaps this will be less of a problem when the escalators are more crowded in the future, as sight distances will be less.
The upper Madison Ave corridor also contains state of the art ticket, & police areas, and there is plenty of signage to direct you into GCT. It can be said that the new facility does not in any way detract from the magnificence of Grand Central as we all knew it. It is separate and apart from the terminal, but certainly does provide a wonderful and weatherproof connection between the LIRR and MNRR. It really makes going to JFK airport simple for the MNRR rider, while providing the rider from Long Island an access to the East Side.
In retrospect it seems as though the “soft start” to the Grand Central service was a wise decision so that operational bugs could be sorted out before regular operations begins. This is an unusual luxury, as this is a service of “addition” rather than a replacement.
The return trip was with a train of 8 M9 cars, and the electronic signage was functional. I changed trains at Jamaica, and had considerable time to explore Jamaica station for the first in a long time.
Starting top left: D57 Mongrel - Betty Fishcake Rogue Trooper
Sune1 Slaine - Matt Ferres Strontium Dog - moenipulation Shako
8 Bit D.R. & Quinch - Cageone Deadlock - Drew Millward Judge Death
Various mediums 5 metres X 3 metres
Mothering Sunday is tinged with sadness, for those of us whose Mum is no longer with us. Though I'm sure my own children will have some little surprises planned for me, as will my grandsons for my daughter, my thoughts will turn to my own Mother and my Mother-in-law who I was also close to.
A happy Mother's Day to all the Mums - but special thoughts for those whose Mum is no longer around to share this day.
The Thought-Fox
I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.
Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:
Cold, delicately as the dark snow
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now
Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come
Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business
Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.
-- Ted Hughes