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Scatto "rubato" a Bovisio Masciago (porta di casa di un appartamento nella palazzina in cui abita una famiglia di miei pazienti)
Real photo postcard. Postally used. Stamp missing.
Rapia Art Photography, Derry & Toms, General Drapers, Kensington, London.
Found in an antique shop in New Town, Hobart.
Macro Mondays. Monday
Flickr lounge. In your wallet or purse.
Traveling in Chicago tpday. Visited the art institute, which was amazing.
A lettering made for a song to contribute to the initiative www.mihaieminescutrust.org. Rebuilding Transylvania.
See the entire project on www.behance.net/gallery/Welcome-to-Transylvania/3435451
A business card for Nicodemus T. Geho (1830-1875).
N. T. Geho's Fancy Boot & Shoe Store
No. 653 Penn St. (North Side, Reading, Pa., Fehr's Building, 5 doors below the railroad), Reading, Pa.
Fancy calf boots and congress gaiters, men and boys' kip boots, youths' boots and brogans, ladies, misses & children's fancy gaiters and shoes of all descriptions.
N.B. Boots and shoes made to order on short notice and warranted to wear. Mending done. [Turn over.
Close-up of shoe and boot graphic is here: www.flickr.com/photos/aemays/5904392869/.
I'm not normally a big fan of museums when I'm on my travels.
I much prefer the markets and harbours and squares of the present.
But the new Acropolis museum in Athens I would recommend to anyone.
It really is a remarkable project.
The hereios of the We're Here! group have paid a visit to the Everyone-hates-studying group today, at the suggestion of Joyce Latham.
I haven't done any studying for a pretty long time. It's true that sometimes one does hate studying as it can be hard going. But one loves it too as it can be very rewarding.
This is a page from a chemistry exercise book on the preparation of acetaldehyde. I did this at school and then again at college when I was training to be a teacher. I must say that it all seemed much clearer the second time around - mind you I don't think that this particular piece of knowledge has been all that useful over the intervening years :)
Seen on a 1993 CITROËN BX 1.6i Millésime.
Designed by Marcello Gandini for Bertone Studios in 1982.
The Millésime-Series was introduced in 1990.
1580cc,
972 kg.
New Dutch reg. number: Nov. 19, 2001, imported from France, now still from first Dutch owner.
Production BX hatchback, in general: Oct. 1982-1994.
Amsterdam-Z., Minervalaan, May 23, 2015.
© 2015 Sander Toonen Amsterdam | All Rights Reserved
The American Instructor: or, Young Man’s Best Companion
Publisher: Philadelphia: Printed by B. Franklin and D. Hall, at the New-Printing-Office, 1748
Creator: GEORGE FISHER
Source: Plimpton A375 1748 F53 copy 1
Citation: GEORGE FISHER, The American Instructor: or, Young Man’s Best Companion, "Our Tools of Learning:" George Arthur Plimpton's Gifts to Columbia University, Rare Book and Manuscript Library, Columbia University Libraries, ldpd.lamp.columbia.edu/omeka/exhibits/plimpton/handwritin...
barring the thought provoking statement on this piece of graffiti,
please enjoy the gloriously wittiful snarky cleverness of
these next 6:09.
go on and click that and watch...i'll wait.
no, no...really, click it because you might be distracted at my thoughts below and forget
to click so do it now, watch and come back.
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nice one? yeh? yeh!
gosh do i love me some mitchell and webb. they are both on my list of celebrities i'd
rather enjoy having dinner and nearly two drinks with.
this past saturday, our karaoke group officially adopted 'the inebriati' as our group name.
because every song is much easier to sing after nearly two drinks...
even "do they know it's Christmas?"
which is the most idiotic, self congratulatory, patronizing song of all time.
i'm not joking, have you really dissected the lyrics?
"the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears" <--sung by sting. *ba dum chee*
"the christmas bells that ring there are the clanging chimes of doom - well tonight
THANK GOD IT'S THEM INSTEAD OF YOU!" <--and of course, fucking BONO! would be
the one to sing that line wouldn't he?
"where NOTHING ever grows, no rain or rivers flow. do they know it's christmastime at all?
HERE'S TO YOU! raise a glass for everyone! HERE'S TO THEM! underneath that burning sun."
come the fuck on. are you seriously raising a glass for people starving under
a hot sun? are you really *clinking* to that?
if you're starving do you really give a damn if it's Christmastime?
but hey!
throw your arms around the world, at Christmas time!
and FEEEED THE WOOOOOORLD.
and then what do we do to feed the world?
send them fucking rice. the most non nutritious food on the planet.
rice has absolutely no food value.
might'swell have sent them iceberg lettuce too.
fucking christmas salad at that.
rice and iceberg lettuce.
bitches love Xmas salad.
; )
so after attempting "do they know it's Christmas?" twice (and killing it!)
the inebriati stepped up from the America FUCK YEH! table and
showed how it could be done with little bit more grace and dignity
with this one.
and for seven full minutes ("seven fucking minutes long!!!")- redemption filled the air.
but still...
throw your arms around the m'f'in world at christmas tiiiime!
"because there's a world outside your window
and it's a world of dread and fear!"
and "THERE WON'T BE SNOW IN AFRICA THIS CHRISTMAS TIME!!!!"
/seriously...what the hell were all those people thinking?
Another photograph that I took at BUPhotoClub's first photowalk of the fall semester.
Nikon D40
35mm, f/1.8, 1/320 sec, ISO200
When we were back at the farm over the holidays, Mary gathered up a bunch of old family recipies and brought them home. They were written down on everything from index cards to old envelopes to a computer punch card.
One of our projects this year is going to be to make many of these recipes - some of them require exotic ingredients such as Cheese Whiz - take photos of the dishes, scan the original recipes, and assemble it all into a book.