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Using Windows 7's Aero themes it is very difficult to tell which window I am in. I have changed back to classic where I can now see which window I am in. I feel like I have gone back in time ten years but at least I can see I am editing page 41 in the above example.
I am very upset with Windows. Maybe the back end threading (etc) is getting better (certainly my computer is now faster) but the GUI changes made to Windows and Office do not help me, so it feels as if I am required to pay for down-grades. (Powerpoint 2007 lacks macros record capabilities in an obvious, shocking down grade).
Aero does look pretty but if I can't see which window I am in it is no good to me.
I am using a custom start menu (Start Menu X freeware no affiliation) to be able to display all my programs like in XP and win2k. I am left with basically a Windows 2000 interface. It is not pretty but it works.
As you can see from the icon in the status bar above, I am also using Google desktop search, which is still better than the search included in Windows 7 afaik.
I feel kind of sorry for Microsoft. They made good products available. But now that we have them and we are not growing extra arms or getting that much more intelligent (I am not, but apparently people in general are) we do not have new software requirements so how do they stay in business other than by forcing us to pay for "upgrades" that are not upgrades since we do not need so much of an upgrade since they have already given us what we want and need. Excel Word PowerPoint changed our lives, but for the past 13 years they have got perhaps only a little better, or maybe a little worse (Ribbon!?!%&#@).
Perhaps this applies to Western linguistic culture in general?
one of them u knw , windows . . . the painting was done when it was getting dark already so there might be some mistakes with the outlining , well . . .
I love these winter-spring evenings - it's cold outside, but warm and quiet inside. The colder and wetter behind the window the better. It's time for curling up, whispering, thinking, waiting.
It is as a matter of fact a green house and not a geenhouse
but this was my connotation.... Please see large, a big difference....
1940 window in the Waldegrave chantry chapel of St Mary's church, Bures, Suffolk, which is inscribed, 'Of your charity pray for the souls of the builders of this chapel, Sir Wm Waldegrave Knt, d 1527 and Margery his wife d 1540' and also a whole list of their named descendants.
Although several printed sources, including Birkin Haward, D P Mortlock and a Nadfas guide, claim this window for Wright & Dix, it is clearly signed and dated with the stag and initials mark of Horace Wilkinson.
Komm' aus dem Club, war schön gewesen.
Stinke nach Suff, bin kaputt, is'n schönes Leben.
Steig' über Schnapsleichen, die auf meinem Weg verwesen.
Ich seh' die Ratten sich satt fressen im Schatten der Dönerläden.
Stapf' durch die Kotze am Kotti, Junks sind benebelt,
Atzen rotzen durch die Gegend, benehmen sich daneben,
Szene-Schnösel auf verzweifelter Suche nach der Szene,
gepiercte Mädels, die wollen, dass ich Straßenfeger lese.
Halb sechs, meine Augen brenn',
Tret' auf'n Typen, der zwischen toten Tauben pennt.
Hysterische Bräute keifen und haben Panik, denn
an der Ecke gibt es Stress zwischen Tarek und Sam.
Tarek sagt "Halts Maul, oder ich werd dir ins Gesicht schlagen".
Sam hat die Hosen voll, aber kann auch nicht nichts sagen -
die rote Suppe tropft auf den Asphalt.
Mir wird schlecht, ich mach die Jacke zu, denn es ist kalt.
Guten Morgen Berlin,
Du kannst so hässlich sein, so dreckig und grau,
du kannst so schrecklich sein,
deine Nächte fressen mich auf,
es wird für mich wohl das Beste sein,
ich geh nach Haus und schlaf mich aus
und während ich durch die Straßen lauf,
wird langsam schwarz zu blau.
Müde Gestalten im Neonlicht,
mit tiefen Falten im Gesicht.
Die Frühschicht schweigt, jeder bleibt für sich.
Frust kommt auf, denn der Bus kommt nicht...
und überall liegt Scheiße, man muss eigentlich schweben.
Jeder hat'n Hund aber keinen zum Reden.
Ich atme ständig durch den Mund, das ist Teil meines Lebens.
Ich fühl mich ungesund, brauch was Reines dagegen.
Ich hab'n dicken Kopf, ich muss'n Saft haben.
Ich hab dringlichen Bock auf Bagdads Backwaren.
Da ist es warm, da geb ich mich meinem Träumen hin
bei Fatima, der süßen Backwarenverkäuferin.
R 'n' B-Balladen pumpen aus'm parkenden Benz.
Feierabend für die Straßengangs.
Ein Hooligan liegt einer Frau in den Armen und flennt.
Diese Stadt ist eben doch gar nicht so hart wie du denkst.
Guten Morgen Berlin,
Du kannst so hässlich sein, so dreckig und grau,
du kannst so schrecklich sein,
deine Nächte fressen mich auf,
es wird für mich wohl das Beste sein,
ich geh nach Haus und schlaf mich aus
und während ich durch die Straßen lauf,
wird langsam schwarz zu blau.
Ich bin kaputt und reib mir aus meinen Augen deinen Staub,
Du bist nicht schön und das weißt du auch,
dein Panorama versaut,
siehst nicht mal schön vom weitem aus,
doch die Sonne geht gerade auf
und ich weiß, ob ich will oder nicht,
dass ich dich zum atmen brauch.
Peter Fox: Schwarz zu Blau
here is the video on youtube.
South chancel window depicting SS Peter & John, by Kempe & Tower c1906.
Tredington's church of St Gregory is one of the most impressive in south Warwickshire, a beautifully hued 14th century building dominated by a graceful spire (crowning an already tall tower) at the west end.
Within the earlier history of the church is more apparent, with substantial remains of blocked Saxon windows embedded in the masonry immediately above the nave arcades, showing how these were cut through the ancient walling in the late 12th / early 13th century, retaining parts of the previous clerestory in the process (which then would have been hidden plaster and murals throughout the rest of the medieval period).
There is much ancient woodwork, most of the benches are medieval with decorative panelling, as is the former rood screen. The are also some interesting brasses and a fine Jacobean pulpit. The Victorian restoration was fortunately much more restrained here, the only obvious addition of this time being the glass in the chancel.
Tredington church is one of the most rewarding in the area, and happily normally open and welcoming to visitors.
Although the church of St Martin in Linnich has a full set of contemporary stained glass windows, the only area where colour is to be found is amongst the windows of the apse and choir, all dating from the 1970s onwards.
Executed in bold expressionist style the windows are full of symbolism and elements from the Book of Revelation.
The windows were designed by the artist Ernst Jansen Angles (1904-92) and probably made nearby at the Oidtmann Studio.
The church's website is here;-
Big windows that gave beautiful light to an indoor athletics facility.
Canon EOS 5D Mark III + Sigma 85 1.4