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Of the fools
By the fools
For the fools
Wise men who write poetry
Must unlearn what they learnt in school
The mouse the monitor the keyboard
The instrumental tools
Poetry of Fools
Going round and round in
Wise circles of whirlpools
Wise cracks of Fools
At Poem Hunter
Top 500 Rulz
Love poetry Hate racism
The talk will focus on the major steps in the evolution of Java and how it contrasts to C/C++ over time.
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.
A new pin I designed. A friend had a pin with this- "Stop Shopping. Start Thinking." I couldn't find a copy, so I made my own. Want one? Email me.
I totally believe in this. I've really worked hard to unlearn my American consumerism. To live simply. Be very thoughtful in what I consume and what I take and give to the system.
“Two things seemed pretty apparent to me. One was that in order to be a pilot a man had to learn more than any one man ought to learn; and the other was that he must learn it all over again in a different way every 24 hours.”
- Mark Twain -
www.brainfriendlytrainer.com/reflect/10-fantastic-quotes-...
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at a croquis workshop facilitated by Geneva Rosett-Hafter at the Theatre Academy in Helsinki on February 17, 2013. - Pictures 1-55 are drawn by me during the workshop. Photos 56-67 I cropped from #3 and post-processed today. After deep, connective unlearning throughout the spring re-learning has begun to become visible...
The whole set: www.flickr.com/photos/connectirmeli/sets/72157634063972906/
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.
See the "How to Learn How to Type" video
twitter.com/chrispirillo - When I first started typing, my speed was about one word per minute - and it was on a typewriter. Back then, personal computers didn't exist, and neither did electric typewriters. Later in life, I had to unlearn poor habits that I had learned in the course of teaching myself how to type. These days, I type around 100 wpm, which isn't too bad. If you don't type properly, there's really no reason you shouldn't learn. In this day and age of computers everywhere, you really need to be able to type properly - and quickly. The worst part will be unlearning your bad habits! chris.pirillo.com - geeks.pirillo.comThis video was originally shared on blip.tv by l0ckergn0me with a No license (All rights reserved) license.
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.
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I began teaching my grand daughter Nerjis Asif Shakir photography from the first day of her birth, I blessed her with the Nikon D 80 and by the time she was three month old she began holding the miniature camera , she watches me shooting her pictures so cosmically she knows the camera is part of her heritage , her sister Marziya Shakir soon to be four year old shoots the streets and knows the camera as a extended part of her vision and as her her extended limb.
Marziya learnt to shoot pictures with a blindfold considers my dear friend Dr Glenn Losack MD from Manhattan New York as her cosmic guru..
But Nerjis Asif Shakir needs no teaching , she handles the miniature like a pro searching for the non working buttons, I had picked up this minature at Chor Bazar and it has served us well.
My newest grand daughter Zaira Saif Shakir one month old only sleeps she hates the camera every time I bring it close to her she pushes it away.. her father wants her to be an artist.. she sleeps artistically ..
Nerjis Asif Shakir 4 month old on the other hand is adventurous loves my beads and loves sounds chants is a true Malang like me..Nerjis Asif Shakir was born on the same day as her father so she is Gods gift personally delivered to my son gift wrapped and all..on 17 July 2011
Ivan Campuzano challenges us to unlearn behaviour driven by masks:
Have you ever noticed how many different people you pretend to be throughout your day? Have you become aware of all the subtle aspects of each face that you wear? When you are in the office you act in a certain way, you know what to show and what to hide. Do you change the way you talk? Do you change your body language? How about when you come home. Do you put on the face of a father, of a lover? The reality is that many of us have dozens of different personas.
The word persona is a very significant word, it is a Latin word meaning mask. This is where the word personality originated from, our personalities are the masks we use to participate in society. So whats the problem with us having so many personas? The problem is that we start to believe that that is who we are. We become identified to all these peculiar and unique mental constructs.
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.
...obliquely to embody the moods and ideas we respect and then to remind us of them. We look to our buildings to hold us, like a kind of psychological mould, to a helpful vision of ourselves. We arrange around us material forms which communicate to us what we need — but are at constant risk of forgetting what we need — within. We turn to wallpaper, benches, paintings and streets to staunch the disappearance of our true selves.”
- Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness -
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.
Excerpt from the Mothers’ Day Proclamation from the original Mothers' Day, written by Julia Ward Howe, & sent to me on this Mother's Day, by my daughter::
Arise, then, women of this day! Arise, all women who have hearts, Whether our baptism be of water or of tears! Say firmly: We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies. Our husbands shall not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience. We, women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country, to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs. From the bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own. It says: Disarm, disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice. Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence vindicate possession. As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil at the summons of war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of council.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead. Let them then solemnly take council with each other as to the means whereby the great human family can live in peace, man as the brother of man.....
~The joy of being a woman~
Growing up while growing 'old' has been a continuous process. Sometimes learning and unlearning, sometimes just letting it be. Quietly watching it all go by. At times, also engaging ourselves in it. :) I guess we all did that, in one time or another. Just letting it be. No matter how much the conscience pricked, no matter how wrong it all seemed. We just let it be. We took pride in what we thought were our achievements, and we felt a pang of guilt for what we realized were our sins. (Sin - quite a small word. Only when you count it. Underneath, its another world.) - That's the joy of being yourself.
And I so enjoy the joy of being a woman.
Title: School and Covid'19
Description: Covid 19 has caused students unlearn and relearn new methods to educate themselves.
Me and My World
I was fascinated by Sufism I found as a photographer a huge tapestry of colors and thoughts to shoot.
I met monks who are scorpions monks who ate glass shards monks who took opium monks who kept cobras.
Walking with the Malangs from Mehrauli to Ajmer during an event called Chadiyan I shot 9000 images 100 videos and there were Hindu ascetics walking too.
We walked through the forest of Sirsa night before I heard a man had been eaten by a tiger.
I met Shamans wizards.. I had an injury on my leg but the Qalandaris worked on it.
Shooting the Dhamal at Jaipur and Ajmer was what gave me a great high.
I don't smoke or drink my addiction was my camera.
#Sufism
#Chadiyan
#unlearningphotography
"Idiot Savants" an antiquated term meaning unlearned (idiot) skill (savant). Savants can demonstrate skills in the areas of mathematical calculations, memory feats, artistic abilities, musical abilities or combinations of all of these
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.
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.
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.
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Marziyas pictures are figments of Marziyas mind, what I saw does not matter it was what Marziya saw shot that completes the mystery of life and the drama of the poetry of life.
Marziyas pictures are vast stretches of the innocence of her mind..and Marziya sees her pictures on the computer screen and will proudly claim it as her picture ...Dada yeh hamne liya tha...Grandpa I took this one.
And I know if not today perhaps in some long distant tomorrow Marziya will understand this medium of picture taking more poetically than me...photography is an extension of poetry.
The gamut of street life shot in a singe frame...and the street is a vast ocean of ships sailing to stay afloat...with or without mast with or without bearings some rudderless some will sooner or later capsize...some will reach shore as survivors of a great tsunami of lifes waves... hitting the soul of the destiny of man.
So Marziyas pictures shot at the age of 3 are stanzas seamlessly uniquely intensifying a given moment captured in all its slithering fleetness.
And Marziya is a impulsive as I am when taking pictures she knows when to stop and when not to take pictures.
Its impulses triggered on the soul of the mechanism of the mind that create pictures.
Studying photography I dont know..I know I am unlearning photography through the gift of life of a three year old child.
A child who began shooting her universe with a blindfold... shooting darkness creating light.
The toy miniature camera that was Marziyas first camera is always there and she uses it even now pretending to take shots to get rid of her childlike melancholia and boredom.
The talk will focus on the major steps in the evolution of Java and how it contrasts to C/C++ over time.
...you bury something, that doesn’t mean it stops existing.”
- Jenny Han, We'll Always Have Summer -
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Tell the story of a subject today in a photograph by photographing one specific detail of it. www.todaysposting.com/TPAssignment.php?TP=607
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.
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.
The illiterate of the 21st century will not be those who cannot read and write, but those who cannot learn, unlearn, and relearn.
~ Alvin Toffler