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“For when the One Great Scorer comes
To write against your name,
He marks not that you won or lost
But how you played the game.” (Grantland Rice)
Every competition and game does not end up until and unless the winner is not being announced. Prizes and rewards are always given at the end of the ceremony. The Hajvery University followed the same custom to motivate the young, talented and energetic winners of the sports week. At one side the winners were being appreciated by giving prizes and rewards whereas on the other side the runners up were being encouraged for not to be disappointed.
The HU’s sports society and management held a spectacular Sports Week Prize Distribution Ceremony on Tuesday, 24th April 2012. It was an astonishing piece of coordination. A number of sports events were held during the five days Sports Gala in which a large number of club members participated with zeal and enthusiasm. The crowd was really hilarious that day. They were making loud bangs. Everywhere there was noise of whistling, and slogans. Students were also holding different play cards to motivate their respective teams. It was an absolute colorful overview of fun and excitement.
The sports event held included Counter Strike (Networking Game), Tug of War, Badminton (Single, Double, Single), Cricket, Football, Ludo, Volley Ball, Table Tennis and Chess etc. Mr. Umer Sheikh, the Director of International Linkages and General (Ret.) Muhammad Latif, The Director examination of HU, were specifically being invited as the Guests of Honor. The Chief Guests commended the organizers as well as students sports society for arranging such lively sports activities that are a requisite for promoting a healthy society. They also added that sports rejuvenates body, sharpens skills, enlivens spirits and produces agility and strength in body and mind. At the end of the ceremony they distributed shields, certificates and gold medals amongst the winners and the runners-up.
The automatic writing project started out as an activity among friends and locals. I would write a line someone else would write a line and so on... Then people would overhear us and ask if they could participate and write something too (which surprised me) of course I said "yes!" At that point I realized that lots of people have something to say. I started asking strangers to add entries, then I graduated to offering people $1.00 to participate, some people do not accept the dollar and some pay me a $1.00 (paying it forward). It's becoming quite a lovely, surprising and compelling project. People from many walks of life are participating: homeless, a news reporter, academics, students, doctors, drug addicts, lawyers, tourists etc... People have written things in my journal that they'd never say out loud, not to anyone. Some of it's so sad, some intriguing, hilarious and so on... At the end of the day, every one of these people understand that their entries are being uploaded to the internet and are comforted in knowing that they will be heard. I have no idea where this is going, but it's going just fine! FYI: English is not everyone's first language here. I will be illustrating the book/journal after the text is done. I hope that everyone who reads these entries learns something about people, mostly that we never know what someone else is going through.
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_Write Like an Egyptian: A Practical Introduction to Hieroglyphic Manuscript Lettering_
is a craft pack containing four types of course materials:
1. The Art of the Scribe: Select Images of Inscriptions and Comments on Artistic Environment
2. Digital Media: Language Resources CD and Calligraphy Workshop DVD
3. Suitable Rendering Equipment: Markers, Pencils, Kalamoi, Pigments, Supports, Accessories
4. Adapting Ancient Semi-Cursive as an Efficient Modern Penmanship Model: Ink Technique Handbook with Original Tools Glossary and Contemporary Heuristic Strategies
Ductus Animations:
As I write this, my mother lays dying. I'll be posting a memorial page soon. This shot was in the local newspaper in Black Eagle Montana with the title "Off to Sumatra". Which is where we were headed, trying to track down my father. He'd gotten my mother pregnant is New Orleans, bought a 1950 Mercury drove the Mercuy and her up to her family in Black Eagle Montana, sold the car to my great aunt and took a job as a pilot in Sumatra. We couldn't join him until I was 6 months old. Mom and I made the journey on a tramp steamer to save what little money we had. Most of the passengers on the steamer were Chinese ex-convicts, who, according to my mother, who adopted me into their families and raised me, at least as far as the journey lasted, which was many weeks, as their own son.
Both my mother and father were fighter pilots in WWII. My dad was shot down and was rescued in the English Channel. My mother only crashed one plane she admitted to.
Mom died in early July. Honestly, I don't know and don't want to know the date.
Today was To Write Love On Her Arms Day.
"The vision is that we would learn what it means to love our friends, and that we would love ourselves enough to get the help we need.
The vision is hope, and hope is real."
Please excuse the somewhat terrible quality of this photo. /:
My life has undergone a significant change in the past week. Not one I would've asked for or wanted, but the decision was made for me.
I bought a journal to help me write out my feelings (not something I've ever done before). It was recommended to me to write out a list of the positive things that will come from this change...so I did so.
A theme emerged, as you can see.
This is also why I haven't been commenting as much lately. I hope to get back to it soon.
Write it up! Journal with unbleached linen covers, and 4 pouches at the end to hold all the ephemeral stuff you would like to keep in your journal.
Now listed.
What it is that you should write up?
*What crap the guys at the next table are saying.
*How beautiful the sky is today.
* What cool music you heard on your way to work today.
* The cinema recommendations you got from this really cute guy last week.
* whatever comes to your mind...
Remapping the European teen girl mind is not erasure—it’s renovation, brick by sacred brick, you change your world when you change one persistent thought at a time.
She stands upon the threshold,
where whispers meet echoes,
and identity's fragile scaffolding trembles
in the quiet storms of inner reflection.
Each thought, a silent architect,
laying bricks,
removing walls,
reclaiming spaces once lost to narratives
she never chose to write.
This is not destruction,
nor forgetfulness,
but a gentle act of reclaiming—
a sacred renovation
where every brick is memory,
every layer a testament to growth.
Three Haikus:
One thought at a time
Sacred bricks rebuild her truth—
Change begins within.
Identity shifts
Erasure replaced by growth—
Her mind's rebirth blooms.
Renovation, soft—
The quiet power of choice,
Thought by thought rebuilt.
I don't know if anyone ever reads my descriptions, but I write them anyway, so there!!
Was out today (August 20th 2021) on a forced vacation day, from 9:30AM til' almost 4PM. 80F today but it felt like 100F. This is a very active line and I probably flicked 20 freights today. 750+ flicks. By the time I get rid of a few duplicates, and bad ones, I'm guessing it'll be about 700 +/-. 700 to straighten, fix any color issues, upload, and also ID the writers. It's lots of time and as you can imagine, it's a lot of work, but so far it's been fun. I'm trying to not rush myself to post before I'm ready. I already have the flicks, and they're timeless. So getting them posted ASAP!!!!!! is not really my concern. Duh..
Had an interesting interaction with a guy while out there. Guy with backpack had walked back and forth across the tracks a few times. The lat time I saw him he was on the other side of a set, about 100 yards away. Next thing you know he's coming closer..... Closer..... And I'm like WTF? I'm way out here minding my own business. He walks within' like 10 ft. of me and I say "How ya' doin'?" he says something, and then says "Trains?" and I say "Yep." and he says "Oh.." and walks away. I think he was feelin' me out, as there's a small population of people who's homes are shall I say, mobile. I've talked to a few of them, and have never had a bad interaction, I just don't like people walkin' up on me when I'm trying to get away from the rest of the world out by the tracks. I go out there to get away from people, not to interact.
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I follow some other amazing photographers on flickr, but for this I will talk about the ones who flick the freights. There are a few that I really love. Some it's because of the great locations they shoot at, and others it's the amazing little details they manage to capture. For me (right now) I don't have the luxury of walking the lines and seeing pieces static. 99.999% of my flicks the freight is rolling by at 10-50 mph and sometimes I don't really even know what I have until I get home, dump the memory cards and go through the photos. Because of this, most of my flicks are just straight on shots and documenting what I saw and where. I saw this freight here, on this date, here's what was on it, and i captured it. Buffed or scraped next week, well I have it on "film" for future generations (sounds corny, I know). There are times when a freight will stop in-front of me, and I'll walk up and get some shots of monikers, but it's rare.
Obviously in any area there are sidings where freights park for extended periods, I know a few spots, but as I get older, and older, do I really want to leave my car parked on the side of the road and walk 2 miles to capture some little details I might normally miss? I'd love to, but it's just not practical for me at this time, any many other people do it better than I could. Retirement is getting closer every day, maybe then, when my weekdays are free. :-)
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During the Covid lockdown, I was working from home, and I was getting out benching like 2 & 3 times a month. Back at work, I'm lucky to have the energy to get out once a month. Every time I do manage to get out, I come home and my batteries feel re-charged. It's been so f-ing hot here in SoCal though, I can't wait for cooler weather and some clouds in the sky.
As always, thanks to the writers!
To see the rest of my freight graffiti flicks click here:
www.flickr.com/photos/siamesepuppy/collections/7215771678...
For freight graffiti slideshows/videos hit up my YouTube channel here: www.youtube.com/SilenceSeven
1. Your Name/Your Flickr Name
2. Righty or Lefty?
3. Your favorite letters to write.
4. Your least favorite letters to write.
5. Write out the sentence, "The Quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog."
6. Tag 6 Flickr members.
okaaay i know it isnt exactly 'love' but its a heart!
and it reminds me of 'to write love on her arms'
hahaa
soooo,
now im sick.
i have being sick >:(
and i cant go out cause my mom wants me to rest :/
oh well i pray id get well soon.
have a good day everybudy
and dont fall sick like meeee.
VENERDI' 31 LUGLIO 16.00 - 21.00 - Stazione di Nettuno
The Book Of Blood: Human Writes a cura del Collettivo Leibniz (Ernst Fischer - Hellen Spackman - UK)
Corale di Anzio Concerto in omaggio alla Dichiarazione Universale dei Diritti Umani.
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gli inizi del movimento non ci sono stili né regole, si tratta di costruire una cultura senza limitazioni, inventando un genere: proprio per questo i primi writers lavorano quasi sempre di getto, senza progetti sulla carta, sui quali poi basarsi per la realizzazione a spray.
Elisa Belle'
foto digitale 20mm analogico
"The automatic writing project started out as an activity among friends and locals. I would write a line someone else would write a line and so on... Then people would overhear us and ask if they could participate and write something too (which surprised me) of course I said "yes!" At that point I realized that lots of people have something to say. I started asking strangers to add entries, then I graduated to offering people $1.00 to participate, some people do not accept the dollar and some pay me a $1.00 (paying it forward). It's becoming quite a lovely, surprising and compelling project. People from many walks of life are participating: homeless, a news reporter, academics, doctors, drug addicts, lawyers, tourists etc... People have written things in my journal that they'd never say out loud, not to anyone. Some of it's so sad, some intriguing, hilarious and so on... At the end of the day, every one of these people understand that their entries are being uploaded to the internet and are comforted in knowing that they will be heard. I have no idea where this is going, but it's going just fine! FYI: English is not everyone's first language here. I will be illustrating the book/journal after the text is done. I hope that everyone who reads these entries learns something about people, mostly that we never know what someone else is going through.