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born into the soul of humility
marziya shakir her name
floating between one
layer and another
a frame within a frame
internets chosen child
computer mouse
monitor to blame
2 years old
on a memory
card of life
flickred
her way
to fame
9000 images
her lifes story
proclaim
an old man
barefeet
blogger
she did tame
one day
long after
i am gone
my inheritance
my heritage
she will claim
photographer no1
marziya asif shakir
her nickname
her first lesson
of unlearning
photography
from a tale
in mahabharta
see the bird
focus on the eye
depth of field
angle of focus
close your eyes
shoot and aim
pedantic
pompous
salon
photographers
hackneyed
media photographers
she will shame
oh she is
the furious physician
dr glenn losack md's
god daughter
they will exclaim
dedicated to glenn losack
Biography:
I spent my professional life as an Interior Designer, and always harboured a dream of photography. Between moving internationally twice, a very demanding job and two kids to raise as a single parent, I never seemed to have time or money to indulge the whim.
I started taking evening classes at CCSF in 2007, with my first film camera, and fell in love. Since then, I have worked mostly in film, and my favourite cameras are vintage and low tech. Recently, I have challenged myself to find the same creative magic that I found in film, using digital tools. I believe that it is the eye, fresh mind, curiosity, imagination and drive that will deliver an unforgettable image. The tools and medium employed are secondary. I find inspiration in fleeting beauty, and the dream of the perfect image, which is usually just beyond the edge of my lens.
CCSF Photography and You:
On the recommendation of a friend, I enrolled in CCSF Photo51 in 2007 in the evening class. I have such happy memories of that semester. The days when I had class, I was energized, and could not wait for evening to get to class and learn. The instructors were down to earth, inspiring, smart and amazingly supportive. At that time, Photo 51 students could choose to learn using either digital or film cameras. I bought a simple 35mm film camera, and it was as if a whole new world was revealed to me.
Since then, I have completed most of the Photography classes offered at CCSF. In doing so, I have found inspiration, challenge and community. I have met so many talented and passionate photographers, both fellow students as well as instructors.
The thing I have valued most about my time at CCSF is the community. The diversity of the students is amazing, and I have been humbled many times when a fellow student revealed fantastic work during class critique. The learning experience I was offered has enriched my life in so many ways.
As an adult without a particular ambition to “attain “ a degree, I have nonetheless managed to gain some very solid photography skills.
I no longer take CCSF classes, but still miss the energy, community, learning and fun that I found in that darkroom.
What I learned at CCSF will never be unlearned, and my time there will always be a happy memory for me
"Make a photo that you think would work well as computer wallpaper, and try it out for a week! (@padlockd)"
Photographed today at Finnish Jouni Ahava's art exhibition at Espoo Cultural Centre - the exhibition consists of lamps created by using recycled material.
This is a suitable wall paper for me for two reasons:
-Despite possibilities to customize desktop etc - I'm still unlearning the habit of collecting too many files to the desktop, filling it from the left. There's room for the files, but the expansion must be stopped before reaching the lamp!
-Recent couple of years within networked learning have meant almost a continuum of turning points for me. One of them was in the beginning of 2009 when I was wishing Changing Light for the new year. That's the way I've lived ever since. It's about time to air the light a bit! This pic makes a terrific reminder...
Maybe I'll see a third aspect during the next week?!
She has a husband who is a dumb fool , he does what she tells him, assists her with her marketing skills whatever she sells she charges a fancy price but she makes her goods appear the best, the same is available at the next street stall but people buy from her.. she believes in what she sells..
She sells jambuls blueberries that are good for diabetes , maize fruits and now she is selling live desi chicken, actually the chicken coop belongs to a Muslim man but she has taken it from him , and is selling the same what he sold at nominal rates she sells at a premium..
And she is a Hindu, yest there is not distrust between the two as street sellers , I shoot her because she is a lesson in street marketing, she is a hardworking woman and through my pictures she will never ever see I pay tribute to her..
I dont just shoot beggars I shoot life I shoot the will to live with dignity on their own terms ..
And what you in the West call street photography shooting the surface scratching the surface with images , I shoot the same adding my mystical mind on the soul of my pictures I dont have to brag..I document ordinary life which people refuse to see so my pictures look different, I shoot differently..
I learn photography , read that as unlearn from a 4 year old child my grand daughter Marziya Shakir, he hold on a heavy camera Canon EOS 7 D but she shoots , she gets tired too after sometime so soon I have to buy her a light weight camera so she continues shooting the same stuff I shoot adding a new dimension to it without bias ..
Do children have bias.. prejudice , we create it in them we destroy the innocence of our children with our narrowness of mind and thought..
Its 5.22 am and I am catching up with my textless pictures adding my retsless angst as prose but read it as poetry because that is how visualize pictures ob the soul of my camera consciousness.
Thank you good folks on Google+
Arthur Takeuchi
His Space problem course at IIT is rigid, but its teachings are very valid
I call him master architect.
"it will take 40 years to learn everything and then another 40 years to unlearn everything one has learned in the first 40 years to become a true master"
Illinois Institute of Technology
School of Architecture
Crown Hall
Chicago, Illinois, USA
NZ Trials training ran their first small group training day in July 2019 at Western Valley near Little River. The property is known for being slippery in the gullies, and the rain over the previous couple of days ensured it was the perfect venue to learn new skills. The days comprised one group in the morning which is when these photos were taken, then my turn in the afternoon. We started on a slippery hill which was difficult to walk up and were shown how to ride up and how to keep moving to prevent a five. Over the course of riding a number of sections we were given guidance on braking, clutch control, body position, and gear selection. The drizzly weather wasn’t noticeable under the trees and the day gave me some advice on riding the slippery conditions I have always struggled with. Thanks to Jules assisted by David and Derek. All I have to do now is unlearn some of my bad riding habits.
Jules ran a second training day at McQueens Valley the next day, and has a number of other training days planned. At present these are Kaikoura on 10/11 August and in the North Island at Lake Kimihia near Huntly on 25 August.
Enjoy the photos.
NZ Trials training ran their first small group training day in July 2019 at Western Valley near Little River. The property is known for being slippery in the gullies, and the rain over the previous couple of days ensured it was the perfect venue to learn new skills. The days comprised one group in the morning which is when these photos were taken, then my turn in the afternoon. We started on a slippery hill which was difficult to walk up and were shown how to ride up and how to keep moving to prevent a five. Over the course of riding a number of sections we were given guidance on braking, clutch control, body position, and gear selection. The drizzly weather wasn’t noticeable under the trees and the day gave me some advice on riding the slippery conditions I have always struggled with. Thanks to Jules assisted by David and Derek. All I have to do now is unlearn some of my bad riding habits.
Jules ran a second training day at McQueens Valley the next day, and has a number of other training days planned. At present these are Kaikoura on 10/11 August and in the North Island at Lake Kimihia near Huntly on 25 August.
Enjoy the photos.
The Malangs At Makanpur
One of the reasons my foreigner friends come to shoot Urus of Zinda Shah Madar is to hone their skills at portraiture ..I mean they are great photographers much better than me but they are humble to realize as photographers they are not infallible .
For me an added advantage is to learn new skills through my friends I watch them I observe them..and Makanpur and Khamakhya give me this impetus this thrill of shooting faces .
Faces that tell their stories nameless faces unlike other photographers I dont jot details name etc.. I simply shoot I dont even ask questions ..
If I shoot a video than I use the question answer format but not while taking stills .
But photography specially people photography has been a text book to learn about the characters I shoot and in a way all this could be called Unlearning Photography.
Makanpur is a spiritual carnival with hodes of faces each one different from the other no malang looks the same ..in some ways I found most Naga Sadhu facs look the same at Khamakhya and one very important difference Malangs dont abuse you or get rough with or ask you for money if you take permission to shoot them.
But somehow somebody has ingrained it in the heads of the Naga Sadhus that everyone who shoots them make money selling their pictures so they demand their pound of flesh.
But I dont have such problems anymore as I have been shooting both the places both poles apart for over 2 years Khamakhya and 5 years Makanpur .
The third place is Ratanpore BavaGor spiritual abode of the black sufis ..Siddis of Gujrat ..I discovered it this year ...
#sufis
NZ Trials training ran their first small group training day in July 2019 at Western Valley near Little River. The property is known for being slippery in the gullies, and the rain over the previous couple of days ensured it was the perfect venue to learn new skills. The days comprised one group in the morning which is when these photos were taken, then my turn in the afternoon. We started on a slippery hill which was difficult to walk up and were shown how to ride up and how to keep moving to prevent a five. Over the course of riding a number of sections we were given guidance on braking, clutch control, body position, and gear selection. The drizzly weather wasn’t noticeable under the trees and the day gave me some advice on riding the slippery conditions I have always struggled with. Thanks to Jules assisted by David and Derek. All I have to do now is unlearn some of my bad riding habits.
Jules ran a second training day at McQueens Valley the next day, and has a number of other training days planned. At present these are Kaikoura on 10/11 August and in the North Island at Lake Kimihia near Huntly on 25 August.
Enjoy the photos.
NZ Trials training ran their first small group training day in July 2019 at Western Valley near Little River. The property is known for being slippery in the gullies, and the rain over the previous couple of days ensured it was the perfect venue to learn new skills. The days comprised one group in the morning which is when these photos were taken, then my turn in the afternoon. We started on a slippery hill which was difficult to walk up and were shown how to ride up and how to keep moving to prevent a five. Over the course of riding a number of sections we were given guidance on braking, clutch control, body position, and gear selection. The drizzly weather wasn’t noticeable under the trees and the day gave me some advice on riding the slippery conditions I have always struggled with. Thanks to Jules assisted by David and Derek. All I have to do now is unlearn some of my bad riding habits.
Jules ran a second training day at McQueens Valley the next day, and has a number of other training days planned. At present these are Kaikoura on 10/11 August and in the North Island at Lake Kimihia near Huntly on 25 August.
Enjoy the photos.
Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.
The spiritual journey is the relinquishment, or unlearning,
of fear and the acceptance of love back into our hearts.
~Marianne Williamson
NZ Trials training ran their first small group training day in July 2019 at Western Valley near Little River. The property is known for being slippery in the gullies, and the rain over the previous couple of days ensured it was the perfect venue to learn new skills. The days comprised one group in the morning which is when these photos were taken, then my turn in the afternoon. We started on a slippery hill which was difficult to walk up and were shown how to ride up and how to keep moving to prevent a five. Over the course of riding a number of sections we were given guidance on braking, clutch control, body position, and gear selection. The drizzly weather wasn’t noticeable under the trees and the day gave me some advice on riding the slippery conditions I have always struggled with. Thanks to Jules assisted by David and Derek. All I have to do now is unlearn some of my bad riding habits.
Jules ran a second training day at McQueens Valley the next day, and has a number of other training days planned. At present these are Kaikoura on 10/11 August and in the North Island at Lake Kimihia near Huntly on 25 August.
Enjoy the photos.
found this cleaning out old stuff from High School!
THE WASHINGTON DAILY NEWS, Thursday, April 30, 1970
SHOWCASE
by S.I. Hiyakawa
'GROUP JARGON' IS PARTLY TO COMMUNICATE AND PARTLY TO CONCEAL THOUGHT.
The purpose of language is as much to conceal thought as to reveal it, Bureaucrats, high priests, lawyers, at critics and other intellectuals develop a group jargon. The purpose of that jargon is only partly to communicate to other members of the group. An equally important purpose is to obscure or prevent communication to those outside the group.
It is easy enough to see that the underworld, would want a secret language that outsiders cannot understand, because the underworld has secrets to keep from the respectable world and the police. But people in the learned professions also have secrets to keep, especially from the lay public.
Of course, it is not disputed that any learned profession requires a technical vocabulary. But such vocabularies almost always become more difficult than necessary. No physician has ever been able to explain to me the difference between "new born baby" and "neonate."
The attractive fact about a learned vocabulary is that it confers social prestige and status upon its users at the same time as it creates awe among those who don't understand it One of the pleasures of being learned is to induce in the unlearned the reaction, "God, he must be smart! I can't understand a word he says. " And we who are learned are always just a bit afraid that if we were to express ourselves simply and clearly, people would cease to be impressed with us,
Historically, the intellectual's self esteem has long rested on his conviction that he is a special order of being, far above the masses. "Some men are gold, some are silver, some are iron and lead." said Plato. Soldiers are silver. Artisans and workers are iron and lead. Philosophers are guess.
Hence talking to each other in a language the masses could not understand was a status symbol -- almost a caste mark. In past ages intellectuals talked to each other in Latin or Sanskrit or classical Chinese, always making sure that these languages were no longer being spoken. These dead languages served the extremely useful function of keeping the peasants in a state of awestruck reverence before mysteries they could not hope to understand.
The American scholar cannot, like his medieval counterpart, protect his exalted social image by writing in Latin, But he can and does write in languages almost as opaque. Let me quote a paragraph from a recent issue of the "American Journal of Sociology."
"In any formal organization, the goals as reflected in the system of functional. differentiation result in a distinctive pattern of role differentiation. In turn, role differentiation., whether viewed hierarchically or horizontally, leads to what Mannheim called perspectivistic thinking' namely, incumbency in a particular status induces a corresponding set of perceptions, attitudes and values."
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What the author is saying in this passage is merely that different people have different jobs and that people in different jobs tend to see and think differently. (Read the passage over again and see if I’m not right.)
What is clear from this passage -- and the only thing that is clear — is that the author's concern for his professional standing as a man of learning has almost completely submerged his concern for communicating ideas. It seems to me that this passage illustrates beautifully the dilemma of the ambitious American scholar. As scholars we have to share our findings with others. We have to communicate. As communicators we know from every day experience that the simpler and more unpretentious our vocabulary and syntax, the more quickly we are understood.
But in addition to being scholars and communicators, we are status seekers, like everyone else. We want to impress others, if not with fine clothes or expensive automobiles, with the symbols of vast erudition. Therefore, relying on a tradition that goes back at least to the Chou dynasty in China and the ancient Greeks, we work on an assumption that says that you can never be respected as a man of learning if everyone could understand what you say.
Ultimately we arrived at an uneasy compromise. We publish papers in order to communicate and thereby become members of the community of scholars. But we use a language that is guaranteed by its abstractness. its prolixity, and its utter lifelessness to discourage attention and to obscure comprehension.
Let me state these observations as a general rule: when the status-seeking functions of a learned vocabulary become more important to its user than its communicating function, communication suffers and jargon proliferates.
"Jean needs more time."
That was the message today, about when her friends and family can celebrate her new apartment and life. My heart would have sunk, were it not for the glimmers of hope that were also seen this weekend, too. And there were glimmers of hope, the glimmers that set in motion Agesong's suggestion that she might be right for a little get-together.
She took a writing class, and actively participated. She enjoyed a concert in the lobby. She was less combative. Even after she walked out (and walked back in), she joked with the staff ("well, here we are again"). She eats. She sleeps. She strolls.
But glimmers are just that -- glimmers; small bits of light against a backdrop that makes them stick out. And so there is the backdrop of adjustment that looms still, and will take some time to brighten up. Glimmers are the promise of hope, but not the fulfillment of the promise.
Would Jean be Jean if she were to sink comfortably into that which was set out for her? Would she be the person we love if she had placidly lived out her life in Chicago, or passively stayed married to Walt Merritt? To expect her to go easily would be to change the very fiber of who she is; it's what we want for her, but it's not what we expected from her. And she's giving us what we expect. Fire. Brimstone.
So, we're on her clock. We wait out the fire, standing far back enough that we don't become fuel for it. And we hang on to the glimmers. Moments ago (at 5:15pm) I got a text image from one of the community members, showing Jean, sandwiched between two men, listening to music. She wasn't looking excited, but she was out of her apartment and surrounded by company, both of which are more than she might have on a given day at home. These are the things that reassure me, but sadly, the reassurances are far too infrequent right now.
It breaks my heart. Without the support of people who know -- even better than I do -- that she needs to be out of her home, I might well be me sneaking up to her room and whisking her back home to her dirty, dusty, cluttered, memory-filled cavern of anguish. At least it would make her feel a little bit better for a short time. It's not a solution that's real, however. It works in the moment, like a drink to an alcoholic, but it doesn't solve the real problem.
So, what to do now? The Agesong staff has suggested that they need a few more days with her. They have instructed me to get Robert to be more actively pushing her toward activities. Rather than a party, we may start asking her friends to select an activity they would like to do as part of the group, and come to do those things. It's hard to stay away, and hard to know that coming to visit could cause more anger, depression, and frustration. We are between that proverbial rock and hard place and we have to trust that the road she's on will straighten out.
Tomorrow is another day. Jean has spent the last 80 years fine tuning who she is. It may well take another few days for her to unlearn a bit of that.
This will be the final installment of "Cute Cat/Charlie Sheen quote" series I have offered here to my Flickr peeps. This offers people the sight of a beautiful lovable pet, and words of wisdom from the PR nightmare, Charlie Sheen. Everybody I know quotes Charlie these past few days. I did a delivery to a daycare center yesterday and a little girl boldly announced to her fellow kiddies:" I’m tired of pretending I’m not a total bitchin’ rock star from Mars."
Anyway, here is my cat Normandy (you might know her from my photostream) and some inspiration from Charlie Sheen:
On curing himself of addiction:
"I closed my eyes and made it so with the power of my mind, and unlearned 22 years of fiction … the fiction of AA. It’s a silly book written by a broken-down fool"
"Look what I'm dealing with, man. I'm dealing with fools and trolls. I'm dealing with soft targets, and it's just strafing runs in my underwear before my first cup of coffee … they lay down with their ugly wives and their ugly children and just look at their loser lives and then they look at me and say, 'I can't process it.' Well, no, and you never will! Stop trying! Just sit back and enjoy the show."
NZ Trials training ran their first small group training day in July 2019 at Western Valley near Little River. The property is known for being slippery in the gullies, and the rain over the previous couple of days ensured it was the perfect venue to learn new skills. The days comprised one group in the morning which is when these photos were taken, then my turn in the afternoon. We started on a slippery hill which was difficult to walk up and were shown how to ride up and how to keep moving to prevent a five. Over the course of riding a number of sections we were given guidance on braking, clutch control, body position, and gear selection. The drizzly weather wasn’t noticeable under the trees and the day gave me some advice on riding the slippery conditions I have always struggled with. Thanks to Jules assisted by David and Derek. All I have to do now is unlearn some of my bad riding habits.
Jules ran a second training day at McQueens Valley the next day, and has a number of other training days planned. At present these are Kaikoura on 10/11 August and in the North Island at Lake Kimihia near Huntly on 25 August.
Enjoy the photos.
“Some people believe holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go and then do it.”
- Ann Landers -
"What you are is what you have been. What you’ll be is what you do now.” - Buddha -
...In the process of unlearning and letting go, I have experienced some dramatic changes in several areas:.. tinybuddha.com/blog/learning-and-unlearning-a-journey-of-...
"Bokeh'in crazy so lets see your shots with Bokeh in today." www.todaysposting.com/TPAssignment.php?TP=484
NZ Trials training ran their first small group training day in July 2019 at Western Valley near Little River. The property is known for being slippery in the gullies, and the rain over the previous couple of days ensured it was the perfect venue to learn new skills. The days comprised one group in the morning which is when these photos were taken, then my turn in the afternoon. We started on a slippery hill which was difficult to walk up and were shown how to ride up and how to keep moving to prevent a five. Over the course of riding a number of sections we were given guidance on braking, clutch control, body position, and gear selection. The drizzly weather wasn’t noticeable under the trees and the day gave me some advice on riding the slippery conditions I have always struggled with. Thanks to Jules assisted by David and Derek. All I have to do now is unlearn some of my bad riding habits.
Jules ran a second training day at McQueens Valley the next day, and has a number of other training days planned. At present these are Kaikoura on 10/11 August and in the North Island at Lake Kimihia near Huntly on 25 August.
Enjoy the photos.
The role of Jesus Christ was enacted by Allen Dsouza , in the passion play of the 14 Stations of the Cross, and his father looked proud and must have shot more pictures than me. He was kind enough to take my picture with his son as a keepsake.
And all this forms the tapestry of our cultural inheritnce , respecting each others religiosity, picking up good things on the road to our own individual salvation..
I am happy as photo blogger I dont have to wait in suspense whether the photo editor will publish my photo tomorrow morning , yes I am atleast one up on the photo journaist , I may not have their fancy gizmos, but I can shoot , and I shoot not just images , I shoot poems , that become pictures , with feelings emotions and the pain that mortal man suffers not only on Good Friday but everyday...
This shooting of rituals , religious traditions keep me honed towards my goal of unlearning photography.
People who live in the society of performance are alienated, that is, separated by an authentic part of themselves that they unlearn to inhabit. This is why they enter the vicious cycle of producing and constantly enjoying the content. The continuous race to the accumulation of performance is a drug more and more addictive, but it never makes you feel the fullness of life, the wonder, the sense. How much space is there in our daily life for intimacy, silence, contemplation?
Maura Gancitano is a writer, philosopher and founder of Tlon (event agency, publishing house, theater bookshop, philosophy school). She holds many seminars and conferences concerning her researches about philosophy and imagination, inner search, gender education, literature and projects of innovative territorial liveability. She has published, among other things, essays such as "Malefica, trasformare la rabbia femminile" (Edizioni Tlon, 2016). And with Andrea Colamedici, "Tu non sei Dio. Fenomenologia della spiritualità contemporanea" (Edizioni Tlon, 2016), "Lezioni di Meraviglia. Viaggi tra filosofia e immaginazione" (Edizioni Tlon, 2017), "La società della performance. Come uscire dalla caverna" (Edizioni Tlon, 2018), and "Liberati della brava bambina. Otto storie per fiorire" (HarperCollins 2019).
You do what you can. {June 14// 149}
Anything for this man… band through all ages.
The grand optimist ~ City and Colour / Dallas Green.
I fear I’m dying from complications, complications due to things that I’ve left undone
That all my debts will be left unpaid, feel like a cripple without a cane
I’m like a jack of all trades who’s a master of none
Then there’s my father he’s always looking on the bright side
Saying things like “Son, life just ain’t that hard”
He is the grand optimist, I am the world’s poor pessimist
You give him burdensome times and he will escape unscarred
I guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my mother
But I used to be quite resilient, gain no strength from counting the beads on a rosary
And now the wound has begun to turn, another lesson that has gone unlearned
But this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy
I guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my mother
I guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my mother.
1.The most important things in life aren´t things and they fit in the fingers of our hands.
2.90% of everything you do depends on the attitude with which you do it.
3.Happiness is just those two seconds that finish in the third. Nothing is as magical as the awareness of being happy.
4.While we still have words, no one can steal our wings.
5.You spend the first 20 years of your life looking in others for what you can only find in you.
6.Celebrate life, that is the best way I've found to be happy.
7.To fight against your essence must be one of the greatest stupidities possible, it is much easier to invite her out for coffee and reinvent the path.
8.Playing, in every sense of the word, is the secret that children still keep, one that only a few adults can still enjoy.
9.I do not fear what death can do to me, I fear what life can do to the people I love.
10.The questions are my driving force, the answers indicate how to find new questions.
11.All my frustrations, my childhood traumas, my fears, my biggest challenges, my solved preoccupations, I managed to resolve them all with single rule: One step at a time. Everything else is false.
12.The form of affection I most respect, is that of people who give you their time in many ways.
13.In the capacity to become excited is the core of the question. Only those who develop it, are likely to have the probability of smiling every day.
14.The more I learn, the more I want to know, and the greater my sense of knowing nothing.
15.The inability to decide, which results from a multiplicity of alternatives, must be one of the greatest torments of our time.
16.Hugs are like creativity, the more you give, the more you get, the more you hug the more get hugged.
17.Only with experience, do you learn that the opposite of love is not hate. (It does not work if they say it to you, you have to feel it).
18.The ability of unlearn, says a lot about your courage.
19.There are two types of people, those who treat everyone equally and those that treat everyone according to their title. The first I keep as company, the second I avoid.
20.Engaging in being “normal” is extremely boring, on top of stopping all of your creative potentials and removing your exceptional abilities.
21.Few things have filled me so much, as giving everything up. Release it all. Losing everything. Falling a hundred times to get up a hundred and one more times.
22.Thanks to trial and error I learned that I don’t like everyone, and that everyone doesn’t like me.
23.What I am today, I will not be tomorrow. The certainty of being, while I am ceasing to be is fascinating.
24.To fly is proportionately happier when you have a place to return to.
25.The search for balance, makes us have great moments, but is not balance which most makes us most alive.
26.How, where, and with whom you invert your first decade, designs your wings, with whom and where the second, your ability to fly, how invest your 20-30 defines with who and how you will spend your 30-60.
27.A disturbing acceptance of everyday comforts, makes the present character happy and unhappy a convalescent in a future of regrets.
28.Curiosity is the window with the most light in life.
29.My wellbeing is directly related to the quality of my health, and this is potentially proportional to my dreams.
30.Traveling is a right to exercise every day. The purest of them all.
31.To look in acquisition for supreme happiness, makes the searcher the supreme unhappy one.
32.The only way to combat the apathy of reason, is called will.
33.There are no manuals to be happy, no lists or precepts, the above 32 things are modifiable and unlearnable.
Kja
I'm find out how hot
An old flame can burn
Youre a feeling I cant forget
The love I cant unlearn
Youve become a memory
I cant live without
Youll always be a fire I cant put out
Verse one from
A Fire I Cant Put Out
George Strait
The talk will focus on the major steps in the evolution of Java and how it contrasts to C/C++ over time.
Thoughts and images forming around my girlhood spent in woods and fields as a free-ranging semi-feral creature, who only returned home to eat, sleep, read, draw, and drink from the garden hose. You'd think I had an unstable home life, but you'd be wrong. My family offered me a safe, secure home base from which I learned I could fly and always return. I was a wild, untamed thing who needed freedom, even from the earliest years, but then, of course, the world got a hold of me and I became civilized. I forgot about that version of me after being domesticated all these years. But suddenly I am remembering her and reclaiming a bit of her innate wisdom and sovereignty at last.
Using my original photography layered with found photos, textures from my drawings and paintings and collage elements to tell ancient tales and unlearn enough to be as wise as I once was.
The inaugural Femmepowerment brunch sought to provide opportunities for empowerment, support, learning and unlearning, and promotion of women-centered research, events, and organizing on campus and beyond.
NZ Trials training ran their first small group training day in July 2019 at Western Valley near Little River. The property is known for being slippery in the gullies, and the rain over the previous couple of days ensured it was the perfect venue to learn new skills. The days comprised one group in the morning which is when these photos were taken, then my turn in the afternoon. We started on a slippery hill which was difficult to walk up and were shown how to ride up and how to keep moving to prevent a five. Over the course of riding a number of sections we were given guidance on braking, clutch control, body position, and gear selection. The drizzly weather wasn’t noticeable under the trees and the day gave me some advice on riding the slippery conditions I have always struggled with. Thanks to Jules assisted by David and Derek. All I have to do now is unlearn some of my bad riding habits.
Jules ran a second training day at McQueens Valley the next day, and has a number of other training days planned. At present these are Kaikoura on 10/11 August and in the North Island at Lake Kimihia near Huntly on 25 August.
Enjoy the photos.
NZ Trials training ran their first small group training day in July 2019 at Western Valley near Little River. The property is known for being slippery in the gullies, and the rain over the previous couple of days ensured it was the perfect venue to learn new skills. The days comprised one group in the morning which is when these photos were taken, then my turn in the afternoon. We started on a slippery hill which was difficult to walk up and were shown how to ride up and how to keep moving to prevent a five. Over the course of riding a number of sections we were given guidance on braking, clutch control, body position, and gear selection. The drizzly weather wasn’t noticeable under the trees and the day gave me some advice on riding the slippery conditions I have always struggled with. Thanks to Jules assisted by David and Derek. All I have to do now is unlearn some of my bad riding habits.
Jules ran a second training day at McQueens Valley the next day, and has a number of other training days planned. At present these are Kaikoura on 10/11 August and in the North Island at Lake Kimihia near Huntly on 25 August.
Enjoy the photos.
I am headless without a turban.
I used to wear a 6 meter turban.
Later walking with the Malangs from Delhi to Ajmer I bought 14 meter turbans worn in Jodhpur from Dudu Rajasthan.
I prefer Turbans during Moharam I wear black otherwise colorful ones.
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The illiterates of today aren't those who cannot read or write, rather those who cannot learn, unlearn, and relearn. And hence to help us become literates, the aim of our education institutes should be to teach us how to think, rather than what to think, and enable us to think for ourselves, rather than cramming our memories with the thoughts of others.
But then of course, with all said and done, nothing is complete without willingness and desire.
As that old proverb goes...
"Ye can lead a man up to the university, but you can't make him think!"
- visualizing unlearning...
"...The natural attempt of theorists is to continue to revise and evolve theories as conditions change. At some point, however, the underlying conditions have altered so significantly, that further modification is no longer sensible. An entirely new approach is needed..."
- Siemens, 2004