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In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.
www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."
Yes, it was.
Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.
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Part 10: Istanbul and Prince Islands
7th of May 2004•17:58 hours
At last I have some time to write again. Now I am on the boat, coming from an island to the mainland, together with Oytun from the hospitalityclub. Since my arival yesterday morning we spent all time together. He picked me up from the station and after I dropped my backpack in his car and we eat someting on a terrass, we went sightseeing. First we visited a large underground cover from the 6th century, the Yerebatan Sarayi (sunk palace), a splendid dark space with water dropping everywhere from the ceiling. Then we went to the Ayasofya Camii Muzesi (Hagia Sofia), the most famous religious colossus from early Christianity, of splendid natural stone. Built in 532 as a church, but turned it into a mosque by sultan Mehmet in 1453 by renaming it and adding some tours. In the same area is the castle complex Topkapi Sarayi, where we spent a couple of hours examining the superb buildings, art treasures and weapons. Especially the harem labyrinth was very particular, although tourists were pushed through the complex in rapid speed. Afterwards we made a walk through the park to the car and visited the art academy, which is directly on the waterfront and has a terrace with a wonderful view. While Oytin and his girlfriend followed a lesson I enjoyed the time dreaming away and enjoying the view on passing ships. After Seray, his girlfriend, was finished with her sculpture, we drove to the central Taximquare on the hillock with a taxi to walk along the busy but car-free mainstreet. Underway they let me taste their favoriete snacks in the passage. Downstairs we ended up in a narrow street full of chairs for terrases. While drinking beer and eating fried potatoes we spoke about Dutch and Turkish singularities. On the way back we passed Seray's loved clothing fair and found even more delicacies. Underway to the apartment of Oytan' s parents I felt tired and dirty. I took a delicious shower at Oytan thuis and whereas I had not much more to say, he let see his photocollection on his computer. Once in bed I slept already before my host had turned offt his computer .
The next morning I woke up at half past six again, but fortunately I was able to sleep a little further. Still half sleepily Iexamined a little guide book about Istanbul and I discovered that I had seen already much of its main monuments. On a small square for the corn bazar we had breakfast with tosti's and tea, whereupon we went to smell the sesonings inside the bazar. We passed the Yeni Camii mosque with so many cupolas and minarets and then strolled towards the water, where decided to take a boat to the Kizil Adalar (prince islands). Several beautiful old steamers were ready for departure and quite regularly a ship arrived and left, leaving behind hundreds of suburbians. On the water I am totally in my element and a considerable wind was blowing, so big waves were splashing against the ship. But Oytan found it pretty cold near the water and went sitting inside. On the first island, Kinaliada, we got off right away, Here he had also never been. It was still cuite calm on the island, we were the only tourists. At many places people were reparing their houses and prepare the streets for the summer. Also in the little restaurant we were the only guests. The traditional Turkish salads with small fishes and köfte (meatballs) tasted delicious and two cats enjoyed head and tails of the fish. After a walk we could obtain still exactly the boat to largest of the islands. On this island beautil villas can be found; surrounded by huge gardens with palm- and pine trees. After a second walk we came on picknick place, where we enjoyed the view, the smashing waves and the spring sun. On the boat Oytan was considerably exhausted and slept almost the complete trip, whereas I had enough time to write again in my diary.
9th of May 2004•10:52 hours
I had not seen that not only the times and the airport changed but also the day of my cheap flight from Corendon. I had therefore gone for nothing to the airport and had to endure a strict terrorist control. No matter if I wanted or not, I had to remain one day longer in Istanbul. It was not possible to stay again at Oytun's place for an extra night because he got family visit, and I also did not want to bother him as well. But still he wanted to pick me up by car and bring me to a place to sleep. We decided to try it at the youth hostel but ended up in the traffic-jam. Hours later, with a side-trip through the Russian market district, where we first could not get out anymore, we succeeded nevertheless to come at the youth hostel. Moreover, there was enough place, so I could select a bed select and afterwards I went roaming round in the district Sultanachmed. I had the time to examine all large mosks from in- and of outside. A certain Moustafa addressed me and walked up with me for a while. He wanted to help me by accompanying me as a guide, but rapidly I thanked him for that and said goodbye. I finally wanted to be on my own again. Afterwards with sunset I nicely paraded on the bridge over the Golden Horn and twisted up through narrow streets and stairways in the direction of Taksimsquare. Underway I came along a beautiful old hammam, which seemed interesting to me. Unfortunately it was quite dissapointing. Dirty and onhygienic, expensive tourist tariff, the sauna was not really warm and quite soon it was closing-time. While I dressed again I talked with a half-turkish german man. He had funny jokes and proved 'bi' as well. Although he was totally not my type, we are nevertheless went to eat together in a place frequented by many gays, as he told me.
After dinner we walked a little firther, when two young guys said ' hi' to us. They wanted to show us the nearby park but this was not safe, the german indicated. But drinks something in a cafe could do no harm. One of them seemed to me a nice guy. The german man wanted to get back to his hotel because he would have an eye operation on the next day . I went alone with the two of them to a dance club, but as soon as we entered the place I did not trust it. Too chique service and too little public, who stayed drinking along the tables. A couple of girls from Belarus came sitting next tu us and although it was quite amusing, I had no good feeling about it. I said that I rather wanted to leave but the pretty guy asked me nevertheless to stay a little longer and we went dancing. The girls drank champagne all the time and I thought: this is getting wrong. So I said that I wanted the bill. On the bill there was written an amount of 6 billion lira, which is about € 4000,-! So in trouble, I think , let's clear off here. I make a lot of noise, put € 50,- on the table and leave. The boss seizes me at my collar and I start to shout loudly against him that I do not let swindle itself. He gets some more big guys and tries soothe me. I show my (second) purse and say that I do not have more cash money and also no credit cards. He does not get to mee my real purse. I explain him that I am just a poor student and stay in the youth hostel, therefore that there can not be taken any more from me. Then he obtains the other boys and says that I must solve it with them. I run out of the door to a taxi while the two boys come running after me. The taxi driver closes the door and I close the window. Fortunately, he drives away and they canot do anything anymore. This never again, I thinks while the taxi crosses the bridge.
Glen Campbell, ‘Witchita Lineman’, 1968. Written by Jimmy Webb. The first single that Webb ever bought as a teenager was by Campbell. Webb fell in love with Campbell’s voice and vowed to write songs for him. Which he ended up doing and, by his reckoning, proved the existence of God. The more you hear this song and the older you get, (along with the accumulated scars of experience), the more miraculous it becomes. The lyric, the vocal delivery, the melody, just the whole feel and atmosphere. Not cool or hip or any of the stuff that was going on in 1968. Webb also wrote ‘By The Time I Get to Phoenix’. Legend.
LEAH GARCHIK writes in the San Francisco Chronicle: 'I am informed by ADDA DADA , who never misses a party, that the winner of the Hunky Jesus Contest was TWERKING JESUS. And "Why carry your cross when you can ride it?" is what REBECCA ZITO when she spotted a cyclist so accessorized.'
In Wednesday's Leah Garchik column in the San Francisco Chronicle.
www.sfgate.com/entertainment/garchik/article/Dancing-in-t... ............................................................................................SISTER's of PERPETUAL INDULGENCE's 35th Annual HUNKY JESUS & FOXY MARY fun....The best thing about the Sister's show were the Marijuana 4/20 folks who incorrectly wandered into the Sister's party space...They were like "OMG, This is like , OZ, man."
Yes, it was.
Probably because it was the Sister's 35th Anniversary and it was an homage to the Wizard of Oz. The lawn in front of the stage was filled with red-paper poppies. There were several 'Cowardly Lions", many "Glenda the Good Witch", a couple of 'Bad Witches" including one on a bike...a very young 6-year old Judy Garland passing out Giradelli Chocolate, an awesome Scarecrow of indeterminate sex, a few Tin Men (and one obviously Tin Woman), and even a couple of 'munchkins'...yes, real little people. Though, ADDA DADA is happy to report that there were no Flying Monkeys.
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A Cadishead childhood - 1930s
by Ann Arnold
It is a beautiful May afternoon as I write this and I should be doing some gardening instead of sitting indoors and watching the old house across the road being demolished. They have been at it for three days now, with hardly any breaks and I haven’t seen any of them eat at all!
The house across New Moss Road in Cadishead was built in 1858, of red brick and with a red tiled roof. The front door was on the right hand side of the house and didn’t face the road, so it was probably built before New Moss Road was the official road to Cadishead Moss.
It must have been one of the first houses to be built after the reclamation of Chat Moss. We also have Trafalgar House nearby and one or two other old houses which have been altered and modernised. Then there is my own house at the end of a block of five terraced houses known originally (shown on a plaque) as Railway Terrace due to the fact that the Liverpool to Manchester railway runs under the bridge a little further along New Moss Road.
I have recently seen the deeds to a property on Cadishead Moss containing a diagram showing the New Moss Road with Moss Side Road running off it, which brings me to the gist of this story - the area around Moss Side Road was my childhood playground. From the age of four I lived in Poplar Grove (built in 1912) and the playing field of the then Senior School was where I played happily and safely with my little friends every evening, weekends and school holidays.
Did you know that there was a Private Tennis Club in Moss Side Road? The entrance to it was opposite Kenmore Grove, and did you know there was a grocers shop (Mr Stocks) on the corner? Next door was a shop which sold camping equipment, Guide and Scout uniforms and swimming gear, etc. A gentleman called Mr Sandy owned this shop and we swore he slept under the counter!
Directly opposite Poplar Grove was a lovely old farmhouse owned by Mr Birchall who kept cows in the field where The Meadows bungalow complex now stands and in the field where the private bungalows along New Moss Road are now - those which back on to the railway lines and the old Cadishead Station.
The lines went to Altrincham and Southport etc. Mrs Birchall sold milk from her cool, old fashioned kitchen and also tomatoes grown in her own greenhouses. They tasted like tomatoes in those days! If you wanted milk you took a jug to the back door and bought some fresh from the cow.
We used to play in the barn, clambering over the bales of hay and messing about, as children do, and how we survived I shall never know.
At the corner of Poplar Grove and Moss Side Road lived Mrs Brown. We must have driven her mad because we congregated on her little garden wall, pushing each other into her privet hedge and generally making a nuisance of ourselves.
The fireplace in the Browns’ house was on the gable end and so on cold days and evenings we would lean against this wall to keep warm. It was like central heating on the outside.
Do you know where the Dinky Path is? Well, if you walk from the New Moss Road end and along Moss Side Road and cross over the junction of Allotment Road and Prospect Road, right opposite the school are the 1930s houses and a bit further along you come to a little entrance just before the farm house. This is the Dinky Path and it is a Right of Way. I’m afraid it is a bit of a mess these days and has been tidied up with new railings by St Mary’s Church so all the enchantment has gone.
The two old farmhouses (which were probably all one house originally) face St Mary’s Church (like the Birchalls did), so it is the old back of the properties that face Moss Side Road. This road was constructed long after the old farm was built. Someone told me they could remember seeing cornfields where the Junior School now stands.
I had a little terrier called Paddy who was well known in the district for ‘wandering from the straight and narrow’. In those days the baker used to call at the house and if you were out he would leave your bread or cakes or scones on the doorstep. Our Paddy had some very good snacks and my poor mum had to pay up. One Sunday the Salvation Army Band came to play in our road and when it came the time for prayers they put the collection bag on the big drum and like a flash, Paddy had it between his teeth and was off with his ill-gotten gains with all the band chasing after him!
There were two cinemas in Irlam, The Palace (later called The Savoy) at the top of Irlam Brow where the Catholic Club car park is now, and The Rialto (previously The Globe), which is now a Billiard Hall opposite Kings Road. They each showed one feature film on Mon, Tue and Wed and a second one on Thu, Fri and Sat (as we called the days), so you could see four different films a week if you had the necessary entrance fee. You would also see the News, a B film and a comedy, plus the Pearl and Dean adverts, and buy an ice cream from the lady who stood at the front of the stage with her tray round her neck.
The ice cream cost 4d (old pence, about 2p). They cost about £1 nowadays! And of course, if you went to the Rialto you had to pop into Mr Bulloughs shop next door to buy some sweets or chocolate, so that you wouldn't starve to death before the end of the film, when we all stood to attention to the strains of the National Anthem.
My last two years of education were spent at Stretford Commercial College for Girls (which was in the same building as Stretford Technical College for Boys) and it was here that I learned shorthand and typing, book-keeping, etc as well as the usual lessons and also how to use a telephone, because we didn't all have a phone in those days.
I learned to dance at St Mary’s Youth Club (the school is now some sort of factory). We danced the quickstep, waltz, foxtrot and barndance to Mr Kreibeck’s portable gramophone, or someone would play the piano, and once you had learned, the world was your oyster. You then progressed to dances at Cadishead or Irlam Conservative Clubs and the room over Higher Irlam Co-op and sometimes the Plaza in ‘town’ (as we called Manchester) or even Sale Locarno and Belle Vue.
I liked the slow foxtrot when the lights were turned off and we danced to the light of the silver ball which twirled round on the ceiling, casting shadows and turning the boys shirts to purple. We were all so innocent compared with the youth of today, but we were so happy and didn’t have any of today’s problems.
We went to Sunday School every Sunday, rain or shine. We donned our best clothes, got our collection money from our Mums, and made sure we didn’t forget the little stamp book which recorded our attendance by having a religious “stamp” gummed to the appropriate page.
If your attendance was good, you got a prize at Christmas. Being Church of England, I attended Sunday School at St Mary’s Day School and it was there that I was taught the prayers I still say every night at the age of 72. We had the usual walking days, Christmas parties, sports days etc. I’m not sure where we had the sports - possibly in the field of Heyes Hall down Heyes Road, long since demolished. Whatever the occasion, if a crowd of children were gathered together there would be meat paste sandwiches to eat!
I hope you will recognise a few of these little tales and if you are from our area maybe you could put pen to paper (or use the computer!) and let our Society hear your memories. If you aren't a member of the Local History Society, perhaps you would like to come to one of our meetings in St Paul’s on the third Wednesday of the month at 7.30pm . We would love to see you and I’m sure you will enjoy our speakers, who are interesting and informative as well as making us laugh!
The author was the Publicity Officer for Irlam, Cadishead and District Local History Society.
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a comunidad indígena de Abia Yala, ubicada en la zona Oeste de Panamá, será la primera comunidad impactada por el programa internacional de alfabetización “Write Her Future” impulsado por Lancôme Panamá en asociación con ProLiteracy y las organizaciones locales Coordinadora Nacional de Mujeres Indígenas de Panamá (CONAMUIP) y el Centro de Estudios y Acción Social Panameño (CEASPA).
El proyecto que ha sido presentado en el marco del Día Mundial de la Alfabetización, busca mejorar las habilidades de lectoescritura de un grupo de mujeres a través de la plataforma digital “Leamos” desarrollada por ProLiteracy, al tiempo que se obtendrán datos sobre el nivel de alfabetización e información sociodemográfica de la comunidad Abia Yala.
“Write Her Future cristaliza el compromiso de Lancôme de empoderar a las mujeres a través del acceso a la educación y tutoría para el espíritu empresarial, para que puedan escribir un futuro más feliz y lograr la realización personal. Como una de las marcas de belleza de lujo líderes en el mundo, tenemos la responsabilidad de ayudar a abordar los desafíos sociales”, indicó Mariana Malo, directora de maketing de L’Oreal Luxe Centroamérica.
De igual forma, el desarrollo de “Write Her Future”, el Programa Filantrópico Internacional de Lancôme, permitirá adelantar un manual enfocado en el desarrollo comunitario adaptado al contexto y retos de la comunidad Guna, además de brindar capacitación en temas de desarrollo comunitario y alfabetización digital.
De acuerdo con las últimas cifras de la UNESCO, en Panamá existen 132,219 personas mayores de 15 años que no saben leer ni escribir. En su mayoría pertenecen a grupos vulnerables como personas con discapacidad, trabajadores agrícolas, población indígena y mujeres mayores de 60 años, quienes ocupan una población superior al 54%.
“La misión de Lancôme es cuidar a todas las mujeres alrededor del mundo, haciéndolas no solo más hermosas por fuera, sino también ayudándoles a sentirse empoderadas y lograr la realización personal por dentro. Creemos que tenemos la fuerza para promover cambios positivos en la sociedad, fomentando el empoderamiento femenino a través de la educación”, agregó Malo.
El programa “Write Her Future” forma parte del compromiso global de la marca Lancôme para combatir el analfabetismo entre las casi 516 millones de mujeres con bajo nivel de alfabetización en el mundo.
Io dico "street Art".
E' la locandina affissa su tutto il perimetro della lokation dell'evento, dove i writes sono esibiti per 2 giorni.
Molte volte, ed in genere, i repotage hanno il tempo necessario per indagare l'evento in causa. Mi ha stupito quel poco che io sono stato a fotografare, l'assenza della gente comune, "cioè che non amano questa disciplina" Lignoranza, ancora una volta ha vinto. Ho solo parlato con un gruppo simpaticissimi della Romagna, e tutti i presenti erano disponibilissimi, e affiatati.Writes che pagano caro la loro arte, lasciando messaggi per tutti, provabilmente vengono ignorati, giudicandoli ancora....
So.What makes me write this is that I´m just so annoyed by myself!! I always fear so damn much what others could think about me.Everytime I tell myself to be more confident....BUT IT DOESN`T WORK! I´m so unsure of myself that I can´t:
-take pics (that are no snapshots) of any other people than me
-let somebody else take my picture(only my sis can do it but i´m just smilin shy like an idiot then..)
-take a picture when somebody is looking
-doing more special pictures if someone is even in the house and could come into my room
-subscribe or fave someone´s photos (and if I do I always think his/her gorgeous photo/stream will be stained (don´t know if its the right word) just by someone who´s as ugly and untalented as me!)
-tell anybody,that I know, about this stream,because i fear they would laugh about me.And that means I cant put all the pictures of my sister or anybody else on it because I would have to ask her before I publish her on the Internet, what means I would have to tell her about this stream.
-ask anybody in real life how to take better photos because he/she would want to see mine first.
-ask anybody in Internet because I just can´t do it! I am too bad,bad,bad to make anybody waste his time with helping me(but I think I wouldn´t understand it anyway because I don´t know enough English for that)
All of this means,that getting better is really difficult.But because I have no selfesteem I would never think I could be as good as most people here.
I know that nobody will read this,because it´s too long (one more negative aspect of me - I cant make anything short) but it just feels good to have it written...
Amended logo to make a bit bigger and added the set list - really like how this one came out.
Original Image from Ian Hayhurst
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Industrious Tuesday greetings, collector friends! I write to you from sunny San Francisco, where I'm happily ensconced in a very hip apartment that's situated in the ground floor of a former milk-bottling factory. It's all post-industrial chic with poured concrete and raw steel beams juxtaposed with vast slabs of marble serving as counter tops and a wall of ribbed glass that lets the light shine in. It's stylish and cozy, but would be that much more so if it had a bit more art on its walls. Today's editions by the talented illustrator Christine Berrie would be just the thing.
Industrial Part 1 and Industrial Part 2 are what I imagine the pages of a thick Global Industrial catalog might look like were it handed off to J. Peterman's people. What a catalog that would be!
Christine has a lot in common with the architects who designed the loft I'm typing from — a reverence for the simple beauty of nuts & bolts, wires, junction boxes, cinderblocks and steel beams. I share their enthusiasm for the unexpected aesthetic pleasures to be discovered under the hood or behind the drywall. The aforementioned architects decided to forego the drywall entirely; instead the walls are clad in bare plywood, and the pipes that convey heat and water to the floors above are in full view, providing an oddly soothing soundtrack to my days.
There's something kind of stirring and mysterious about this stuff, and also sentimental. My dad worked at ConEd for his entire career, and some of my most thrilling childhood memories come from visits to the control room where the engineers monitored the grid and kept the lights on. It was like something from Star Trek: a wall of interconnected lights with a bank of control panels, riddled with complicated buttons and nobs, that my dad and the other engineers sat in front of and studied during their shifts. As with Christine's drawings and my current digs, the complexity of the grid before them arose from the interconnectedness of all these simple parts which, when considered apart from one and other, are easily understood.
Christine's drawings diagram and document the humble appeal of designs that were conceived with clear (and often critical) communication as their goal. I love the way the parts flow into each other within the frame and beyond. The points of connection between Industrial Part 1 and Industrial Part 2 are clear, giving us a legend with which we might be able to imagine the paths of their other circuits as they travel off the page towards connections with other unknown systems.
Speaking of connections, unknowns and the unraveling of complex systems... I'm very pleased to call your attention to our new jobs page. We're currently in search of a half-time Staff Accountant and an Office Intern to work with us at 20x200's World Headquarters on Chrystie St. We'll be adding additional listings soon, which we'll be posting there and telling you about here.
I'm back tomorrow with another duo of images that honor industriousness, plus more details on our upcoming 20x200 Collectors Confab, hosted by our generous friends at Chronicle Books. Look for me then.