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I'm taking part in a workshop called "Justice Has A Face". It's almost over and I've jus now decorated the front of the journal! I decided to go for the simple doodle with a pen. :) I used a leftover journal from my run with scissors class. ;)
In addition to the replacement of vellum by paper for production of Qur’an manuscripts during the tenth and eleventh centuries, different types of Arabic calligraphy styles were introduced. Some of the new scripts included naskh, thuluth, and muhaqqaq, which began the replace the angular Kufic script used in the writing of early Qur’an manuscripts. Naskh is simple, supple without any particular emphasis, and highly readable, while Tuluth is wider, more elaborate, and uses elongated verticals. Thuluth was used by Mamluks during the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries and later was refined by Ottoman calligraphers in Turkey. Another script that was highly prized was known as muhaqqaq, which is characterized by its large size, elongated letter endings, and flattened curves that highlight the text.
Miscellany of medical recipes, culinary recipes, and other ephemera, mostly in Italian (Bolognese dialect), some in Latin. Incomplete composite manuscript, compiled for personal use. Variety of scribal hands. One dated folio (32v): "3 Dbre 1614 in bolog(n)oa." Some lively pen trials and doodles (50-51).
*yesterdays photo*
sorry, again....i've been a bit out of taking photos recently: but thats going to change!
last week it was summer...its now completly autumnal. LOVELY :)
"Die Steuermarke über 2 Pfennig wurde von der Post und später Deutschen Bundespost verkauft. Die Steuer beruhte zunächst auf dem vom Wirtschaftsrat des Vereinigten Wirtschaftsgebietes erlassenen Gesetz zur Erhebung einer Abgabe »Notopfer Berlin« im Vereinigten Wirtschaftsgebiet vom 8. November 1948, das später mehrfach neu gefasst wurde. Es wurde durch das Berlinhilfegesetz ersetzt." Wikipedia.
My Dinner with Eric
7 June 2005
I just had dinner with Eric Bogosian. I can’t believe it. I’ve been a huge fan of his for years, ever since this guy Sam gave me his performance piece “Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll” on CD back at Roach Motel many years ago. Then I caught up with his starring and basically one-man role in Oliver Stone’s movie version of Bogosian’s play “Talk Radio,” and after that I saw his live theater shows and bought his books. Now he’s a novelist as well, peddling two novels, “Mall” and his new one “Wasted Beauty” which, uncharacteristically, Books and Books hadn’t managed to get a shipment of, so no signed copy for me, but as it happened, things turned out much better . . .
I showed up alone, after yet another day spent alternately unpacking boxes at my my new apartment and dozing away the brutal June heat, that even cranking AC can’t dispel. I made sure to be early to the bookstore, as I’m a huge fan and wanted to get on the front row. It certainly has been a long time since I was in Coral Gables. It was the first time I’d seen the new Books and Books location.
After a breathless introduction by a local theater director, Bogosian came out and began to discuss his book, with a very different affect than I remembered from his performance pieces. He talked about how 9/11 happening “ten blocks from my house” “broke something in me” and how he stopped doing or writing his live performance pieces as a result, though he still writes plays.
He read a sequence from “Wake Up and Smell the Coffee” (in which a schlemiel tries to chat up an airline attendant), and then read a long sequence from his novel, a scene at a therapist’s, in which the protagonist discusses with the therapist his guilt at being unhappy even though he has a life which appears as if it ought to make him happy.
A Q&A session followed, in which the large audience proved itself very well-up on Bogosian’s work. At one point he got into an argument with a young man who was taking photos of him, on the subject of whether the guy needed his permission or not. It was an interesting exchange, and the young man acquitted himself quite well. I was tempted to get into it, as I’d half thought about taking a couple of pictures myself before deciding I was too interested in what was being said to distract myself. The whole thing seemed to bother Bogosian, and he seemed to feel that he’d ruined the mood of the reading by extending the exchange, but it was more entertaining than anything else.
He discussed the making of the movie version of Talk Radio, which was made in tandem with Born on the Fourth of July. When Oliver Stone introduced him to an old man in a wheelchair he didn’t realise it was a make-up test for Tom Cruise, etcetera.
At the end of the reading the audience descended on him in large numbers for signings. I looked around the room and caught sight of an old friend I hadn’t seen for years – Caren Rabbino, founder of the Miami Light Project, which is now a cultural staple in the city, though I remember her back at the University of Miami telling me she was thinking of starting it. It was great to see her, as once upon a time we had been close friends. I made my way over to her and we had a happy little reunion. I recalled asking Caren about booking Bogosian years ago and her response about him being already too big; this was obviously before the two times that the Miami Light Project brought him to town (I still have my Nov 11, 1995 ticket from the Broward Center). Shortly after that, she invited me to join her and “Eric,” now an old friend of hers, for dinner. Two other friends were coming along, and we proceeded to Bugati, an Italian place just off Miracle Mile. I was in a great humor, though I was careful not to overdo it. I did take the piss out of Bogosian’s faux Brit accent in “Benefit,” the sketch about the British rock star though, and talk ranged from “command economies” (another of our party had been hosting a reading group based around a new book by an Indian economist) through brain chemistry (a transsexual of his acquaintance claims that now she’s a guy the testosterone really “starts the video rolling” when “he” spots a hottie), the book business, various authors – Eugenides, McEwan – to quaaludes and various forms of excess as practiced in Britan and the US (his description of “real ale” made it clear that to him this was something really exotic). He said “the chains” often set up his readings in the children’s section, “and of course I do all this explicit sex stuff” he laughed. Finally, Bogosian was explaining that when bikers in a certain part of the country wear embroidered white wings it signifies that they’ve been hazed by being made to have sex with a dead person; this seemed to be the cue for the management to turn on the lights and close the place down.
It was a very relaxed dinner and the movie actor-performance artist-playwright-novelist-renaissance man seemed to enjoy himself. He was clearly pleased when I asked him if his hilarious sketch “Stag Night” had been based on a real event. It was gratifying for me to be able to shake his hand and congratulate him on his work. Perhaps artists really are no different from anybody else, but I know that I enjoy being around at least some of them, for all their hang-ups and weirdness. It was a thoroughly satisfying evening.
which is why i procrastinated and ended up taking a picture of my handy dandy notebook! (name that tv show)
Dr Suess
This is the Captain.
He is upset.
He is a brave seafaring chap who has been documenting his area of the Welsh coast for many a year using photographic means. His pictures adorn many a kitchen wall in the form of calendars and has had numerous appearances in the press and local newspapers.
But a new challenger has sailed in to steal the Captains spoils.
The Man that Grabs Time.
A chance encounter on a stormy night resulted in a boon of popular photographs for the Timegrabber, much to the displeasure of the Captain. Now all the Captain can do is sigh a sad sigh as conversation turns to the now infamous 'Lightning Strikes Pier' shots of legend.
And why is the Captain so displeased?
The man that grabs time is his creation. A young promising fellow whom he groomed in the ways of photography and Flickring.
He has created a Monster.
I wanted to see how fast the holly berries shrink, once I picked them...this is day 3 and they seem to have shrunken to half their size and are all wrinkled....but the leaves stay the same but shrink at the same ratio.....and I wanted to use the new Diamine Salamander color ink I just got from Goulet pen Co...the background of the sketch book page is white but in order to show the true color of the ink I had to let it go an ivory color....so this is Lamy fountain pen inked and then waterbrush touched for shading..
History of the 'Success' from: blog.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/2021/03/31/life-onboar...
In 1852 the Success, a merchant ship, arrived in Melbourne. It was the height of Victorian gold rush, and she was abandoned by her crew. An opportunity was quickly seized, as ‘she was acquired by the British Government to serve as a convict hulk at Hobson’s Bay,’ with 72 cells built to accommodate prisoners.
Maurice Downey relates how:
The unfortunate convicts who were confined below in ‘durance vile’ numbered 120, not one of whom escaped, and no wonder, seeing that they were completely at the mercy of 27 inhuman warders, who made their lives a very hell within their ocean habitation. A mere inspection of these cells and the instruments of torture with which they were amply furnished, is sufficient to make one shudder.
The Success was not the only prison hulk at anchor in Hobson’s Bay; she was joined by the President, Lysander, Sacramento and Deborah, to cope with Australia’s overflowing prison population. The Success, however, was notable for the ‘brutalities’ enacted on board, with prisoners subject to punishment by the dreaded cat-of-nine tails, with some receiving ‘as many as 100 lashes…with this hellish device.’
Further means of punishment included:
Leg-irons, spiked iron collars, straight iron jackets, body irons, with hand-cuffs attached, were also used on some of the prisoners doing their sentences on board the Success. The spiked iron collar was a shocking means of punishment, and was so constructed that the wearer was obliged to remain always in a stooping attitude, which induced ill-health in many, and was the cause of death to not a few.
One observer recalled all the horrors of dungeons and prisons from across the world, ‘but not one of these is to be compared in refinement of cruelty and multiplication of horrors to the floating hells of Victoria.’
The Success’s career as a prison hulk came to an end with ‘the dreadful murder of Inspector-General Price by a large number of convicts.’ John Price was murdered by convicts from the Success in 1859, and the Weekly Irish Times notes how:
His murder was the direct means of leading to the abolishing of the hulk system in Australia, and more than one Australian paper stated openly that as he had sown the wind he had reaped the whirlwind.
Meanwhile, in 1868 the system of transportation to Australia finally ceased, but years of abominable cruelty, especially on the hulks, had left their mark on many.
But the Success was not to be left alone, even after she had been converted to a store hulk. In 1890 she was purchased by entrepreneurs with the intent of making her into a floating museum. They installed former Success prisoner Harry Power as a sort of showman for the former prison hulk, as reports The Sketch. The author of The Sketch article, however, is unsupportive of the Success being made into a tourist spectacle:
A curio – interesting indeed; but her weather-worn face and draggled appearance tell us too plainly that she belonged to another age than ours. She has lived her life, done the duty allotted to her; pity it is she cannot be left in peace.
And although she was scuttled in 1891 with the venture being unsuccessful, she was soon after refloated and sent to tour the world, arriving in England in 1894. She was still touring in 1912, when crowds gathered at Cobh, Ireland, ‘to give a parting cheer to the venturous old ship,’ as reports the Suffolk and Essex Free Press. The Success was setting off to cross the Atlantic, where she was exhibited at the Great Lakes and San Francisco, before being sunk in 1918 or 1919, and then again refloated. The Success appeared at the Chicago World Fair in 1933.
C. Fox Smith, writing for Britannia and Eve in 1936, was highly critical of this use of the Success, deeming her display to represent ‘a floating Chamber of Horrors.’ But for many the Success served as a reminder of a supposedly bygone age of cruelty, which saw the torture of prisoners and the creation of ‘heartrending tales’ from the tightly-packed cells.
Lions Club, Garden Place, Peaks Island in Casco Bay, Portland, Maine USA • Seen on one of the picnic tables.
1923, verso photo-carte-postale adressée à M et Mme Menjoulet Ancel - Casablanca (cela suffisait, pas de précision de rue) .
Recto de la carte : www.flickr.com/photos/jmenj/9226678773/in/set-72157634520...
Ancel Menjoulet : www.flickr.com/photos/jmenj/9600051020/in/set-72157634520...
My Christmas present to myself. :o)
You'd be amazed how hard it is to get rose gold to look right on a computer monitor; my best attempt here really falls short. One could imagine rose gold as gold with a reddish, bronze tinge. It's NOT pink - at least not the alloy on this pen.
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"Roßlau (Elbe) war bis zum 30. Juni 2007 eine eigenständige Stadt im Land Sachsen-Anhalt (Deutschland). Sie gehörte zum Landkreis Anhalt-Zerbst." Wikipedia.
At the beginning of 1936, Orwell was looking for somewhere to live that was very cheap and where he could concentrate on writing his book. He heard that the lease was available on a cottage in the village of Wallington, 35 miles from London, in the Hertfordshire countryside. He caught a train to Baldock, walking the two or three miles to the village. The cottage was a very small sixteenth-century building with a tin roof and almost no modern facilities. Orwell took over the tenancy and moved in on 2 April 1936. He started work on The Road to Wigan Pier by the end of April, but also spent hours working on the garden. (Roses growing there today are said to be the same ones he purchased from Woolworths in nearby Hitchin). He also opened the front room up as a village shop to supplement his income. Orwell married Eileen O'Shaughnessy on 9 June 1936 in Wallington church. His parents in law were still trying to talk his fiance out of the marriage the night before in the Plough Inn next door. The reception was also at the Plough (now a private house).
Orwell left the cottage just before Christmas 1936 to take part in the Spanish Civil War but fled Spain in June 1937 after being wounded in the throat and also falling foul of the pro-Soviet Communist faction in Barcelona. Orwell's experiences in the Spanish Civil War gave rise to Homage to Catalonia (1938) but also coloured his later works such as 'Animal Farm' (1945). Although not written until after he left, the farm in his book 'Animal Farm' is thought to be modelled on Manor Farm in the village.
On arrival back in England, he stayed at the O'Shaughnessy home at Greenwich and then returned to the cottage in the first week of July 1937 finding things in disarray after his absence. He acquired some animals including a goat called 'Muriel', a rooster called 'Henry Ford', and a poodle puppy he called 'Marx' and settled down to writing 'Homage to Catalonia'.
With the coming of the War, Orwell spent more time living in London whilst working for the BBC and sub-let the cottage. He didn't finally give up the lease until July 1947 after he had moved to Jura.
At the time of posting, the cottage was for sale at £450,000.
Some unusual characters appear in this Buddhist text from 1907. It appears to be Pali written with the Mon letters of the Burmese script.
Title courtesy of the young lady on the right. Cute to see them having so much fun over something so wonderfully simple.
It's the Little Things 2.0 #199
we had a couple of these taken when we first started going out, 2 years and a couple months ago and still truckin on ha!..we wrote on the back of them. you know just so we were reminded ;) this is Jons to me.
He is the funniest person i have ever met! I also hated all things romantic until he came along, he's changed me into something i never thought i'd be, and i love it!
I also found it hard to trust anyone but he's made me realise after a very hard time i had that there is people out there who do good in this life and are not out to hurt people who really care.