Fix belt tip under books on table top While holding buckle level, step away Rotate the buckle once; two pi nonstop A twist results which looping won't unplay. Restart and rotate buckle four times pi And now by looping belt round buckle end The twists are cleared, exhibiting to eye Zen essence of rotation; comprehend? Never mind.
October sixteenth, eighteen forty-three, beside the Royal Canal of Dublin town, Will Hamilton glimpsed spatial clarity, as view from fourth dimension looking down. For multiplying triples, fly one higher, by summing in a more capacious zone, ‘A circuit closed and spark flashed' to inspire famed maths graffiti carved in Broome Bridge stone. i^=j^=k^= ijk = -1 - Diane Hine, "Quaternion"
Yeah, what's up FJ? Are y'all upset that I have a "problem" with pornstars? I bet you're assuming it's some puritanical objection, aren't you? Nope... ;-)
Nope. I was worried that you might start charging Nihil and I for the privilege of teasing you. ;p
btw - Out house got "cheesed" last night. After midnight, someone covered our car, front door, and some of our front bushes in cheese slices, rang the doorbell, and likely filmed my wife's reaction as part of a Tik Tok cheese challenge...
Of course, she called the Sherriff's Office, and they came out and had a good chuckle. All my neighbors now want to know what all the excitement was about....
Turn THIS BLOG into an only fans? I ran the numbers, and the time spent on coding and video editing far outweighs any income stream. Time is money FJ. 🙃
But you never know. I would certainly be the only one who stays fully dressed and just whines about nothing. Would people pay to see that??
There's a market for everything... you just need to tap into THAT audience. One rich heiress who would love to see two grown men get humiliated might be all the audience you need. Find her, and you're in business!
just look out for your kids, best you can. It's all we can do, most of the time.Just don't expect them to listen to you... at least not before they've experienced it first hand. :(
That's pretty much exactly where we are. My eldest (22) is starting to sound more like me when she's talking to the younger two. The 18 year old currently knows more than anyone on earth, but he does listen to his older sister. I find that the less I talk and the more I listen, they tend to come around to common sense. And yes, no amount of lecturing equals learning a lesson first hand. :-/
Of Andrew, of Patrick, of David, & George, What mighty achievements we hear! While no one relates great Tammany's feats, Although more heroic by far, my brave boys, Although more heroic by far.
These heroes fought only as fancy inspired, As by their own stories we find; Whilst Tammany, he fought only to free, From cruel oppression mankind, my brave boys, From cruel oppression mankind.
"When our country was young and our numbers were few To our fathers his friendship was shown, (For he e'er would oppose whom he took for his foes), And made our misfortunes his own, my brave boys, And he made our misfortunes his own. "At length growing old and quite worn out with years, As history doth truly proclaim, His wigwam was fired, he nobly expired, And flew to the skies in a flame, my brave boys, And flew to the skies in a flame.
We came over the moor-top Through air streaming and green-lit, Stone farms foundering in it, Valleys of grass altering In a light neither dawn
Nor nightfall, our hands, faces Lucent as porcelain, the earth's Claim and weight gone out of them. Some such transfiguring moved The eight pilgrims towards its source--
Toward the great jewel: shown often, Never given; hidden, yet Simultaneously seen On moor-top, at sea-bottom, Knowable only by light
Other than noon, that moon, stars --- The once-known way becoming Wholly other, and ourselves Estranged, changed, suspended where Angels are rumored, clearly
Floating , among the floating Tables and chairs. Gravity's Lost in the lift and drift of An easier element Than earth, and there is nothing
So fine we cannot do it. But nearing means distancing: At the common homecoming Light withdraws. Chairs, tables drop Down: the body weighs like stone.
It was the first minutes of the video which made you come to mind... which I associated with your photos here, and your previously posted pictures of Texas... the landscapes... the people... and how you make them all a part of your art/ photography much as Plath made the Yorkshire moors a part of her poetry.
The poem also made me think of photography in general, and was one of Plath's mentioned in the video, which also spoke of light...like the photographer's light, and its' affect on our perceptions, be it the stark and unforgiving light at noon, or the softer lights at dawn/ dusk, or the almost total or silvery darkness at midnight which then captures and emphasizes the movement and changing of the light.
You've often seemed to me very much an artist in the mold of a Plath or a Tennyson. At one moment you're visiting the Horse Springs at noon on Mt. Helicon. At others, dusk at Castalia or with the Muses on Mt. Parnassus.
I know you're busy with life and family. I suppose I'm feeling nostalgic for your younger, and more ambitious and prolific artistic days. No pressure..... ;)
FJ, I'm at a loss for words, which is pretty typical for me. Thank you for sharing these thoughts with me. The interesting thing about looking back at my creative process a decade ago, is that everything was so excruciating, good and bad. If it was beautiful it was overwhelming, if it was sad, it was devastating. And honestly, not much has changed. Especially the past 2 years, I have become quite guarded, not because I don't feel deeply, but because I feel too deeply.
And oddly, I was much busier with the children back then than I am now. Maybe it was my desperate need for time away from them that pushed me to photograph every day. Maybe now that I have some breathing room, I use it to rest more often.
I still take photographs most days, but they just don't seem like they would interest other people. Maybe I should post them anyway. Thank you, for being so generous with your thoughts and encouragement. It means a lot.
And damnit, I sound so robotic when I type. My thoughts are much more emotional. When I first read your comments, my hand went to my heart. I was overwhelmed. One never knows how she is seen or perceived.
I think that you should post more of your work, even if it doesn't quite meet your own personal aesthetic standards... I know that I'd like to see it, and others would, too. And failed experiments are often more fruitful than the successful ones. Who knows, one may bring to mind ot spark some "corrective" at a later date when you revisit them. And you know what they say about minor flaws, they can often serve as 'beauty marks' that hint at a greater perfection present.
I've always thought of blogs as workshops, not museums for completed works. The floors of the best are always covered with chippings... and splattered paint. They advertise, thereby, "an artist at work".
And don't worry about how you or your work is perceived. Not all "tastes" run alike. Just know that you do have a few "groupies". And we appreciate even your failed efforts. Because we've already seen what your capable of. And we love watching you grow as a photographer, artist, and individual.
And we appreciate even your failed efforts. Because we've already seen what your capable of. And we love watching you grow as a photographer, artist, and individual. ......
I watched Bo last night. Ahhh I really like him and his art. He actually has a good voice and is a talented musician...I think he went to Tisch? Can't remember. The outtakes were great. I loved the one about the feminist afraid of spiders. "You owe me a dumpling or a dumpling equivalent". I relate to that one.
I advised my daughter yesterday to watch the "spiders" out-take... There were a bunch of wolf spiders trapped in a window well of her new house that were freaking her out. :)
Ew those wolf spiders are creepy. I was stacking firewood yesterday, feeling all strong and tough, when I rolled a log over and a daddy long legs crawled onto my hand. I screamed like a little girl and laughed at myself.
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While holding buckle level, step away
Rotate the buckle once; two pi nonstop
A twist results which looping won't unplay.
Restart and rotate buckle four times pi
And now by looping belt round buckle end
The twists are cleared, exhibiting to eye
Zen essence of rotation; comprehend?
Never mind.
October sixteenth, eighteen forty-three,
beside the Royal Canal of Dublin town,
Will Hamilton glimpsed spatial clarity,
as view from fourth dimension looking down.
For multiplying triples, fly one higher,
by summing in a more capacious zone,
‘A circuit closed and spark flashed' to inspire
famed maths graffiti carved in Broome Bridge stone.
i^=j^=k^= ijk = -1
- Diane Hine, "Quaternion"
;P
-Plato, "Parmenides"
🤓
How are you, my friend?
Just kidding. About the wiser part.
:: Googles Mandy Flores::
Grrrreat. Thanks Nikhil.
:/
@JEn
You have something against porn stars now?
It must because I screw up too many links. ;p
btw - Out house got "cheesed" last night. After midnight, someone covered our car, front door, and some of our front bushes in cheese slices, rang the doorbell, and likely filmed my wife's reaction as part of a Tik Tok cheese challenge...
Of course, she called the Sherriff's Office, and they came out and had a good chuckle. All my neighbors now want to know what all the excitement was about....
I hate kids. April 2 is NOT April Fools Day...
But you never know. I would certainly be the only one who stays fully dressed and just whines about nothing. Would people pay to see that??
There's a market for everything... you just need to tap into THAT audience. One rich heiress who would love to see two grown men get humiliated might be all the audience you need. Find her, and you're in business!
Hey, you missed a perfect opportunity to make a grill cheese sammich and get the last laugh.
With this inflation and grocery prices going up, who's the real sucker??
Hehehe
Women all want to "marry up" socially, and because of porn, men all want to date 10's on the appearance scale.
And to think. Nikhil started it all with his mischievousness.
But regarding simps.evil etc. I'm being as willfully blind as I can to what's happening in society. I don't see how anything else is good for me.
And yes, no amount of lecturing equals learning a lesson first hand. :-/
What mischeviousness? I was being truthful, that's all. I did indeed think of Mandy Flores first. Hehe. :D
P.s. it auto corrects FJ to dj.
Of Andrew, of Patrick, of David, & George,
What mighty achievements we hear!
While no one relates great Tammany's feats,
Although more heroic by far, my brave boys,
Although more heroic by far.
These heroes fought only as fancy inspired,
As by their own stories we find;
Whilst Tammany, he fought only to free,
From cruel oppression mankind, my brave boys,
From cruel oppression mankind.
"When our country was young and our numbers were few
To our fathers his friendship was shown,
(For he e'er would oppose whom he took for his foes),
And made our misfortunes his own, my brave boys,
And he made our misfortunes his own.
"At length growing old and quite worn out with years,
As history doth truly proclaim,
His wigwam was fired, he nobly expired,
And flew to the skies in a flame, my brave boys,
And flew to the skies in a flame.
Kawanio che Keeteru!
Sorry I missed it, FJ. :(
We came over the moor-top
Through air streaming and green-lit,
Stone farms foundering in it,
Valleys of grass altering
In a light neither dawn
Nor nightfall, our hands, faces
Lucent as porcelain, the earth's
Claim and weight gone out of them.
Some such transfiguring moved
The eight pilgrims towards its source--
Toward the great jewel: shown often,
Never given; hidden, yet
Simultaneously seen
On moor-top, at sea-bottom,
Knowable only by light
Other than noon, that moon, stars ---
The once-known way becoming
Wholly other, and ourselves
Estranged, changed, suspended where
Angels are rumored, clearly
Floating , among the floating
Tables and chairs. Gravity's
Lost in the lift and drift of
An easier element
Than earth, and there is nothing
So fine we cannot do it.
But nearing means distancing:
At the common homecoming
Light withdraws. Chairs, tables drop
Down: the body weighs like stone.
The poem also made me think of photography in general, and was one of Plath's mentioned in the video, which also spoke of light...like the photographer's light, and its' affect on our perceptions, be it the stark and unforgiving light at noon, or the softer lights at dawn/ dusk, or the almost total or silvery darkness at midnight which then captures and emphasizes the movement and changing of the light.
You've often seemed to me very much an artist in the mold of a Plath or a Tennyson. At one moment you're visiting the Horse Springs at noon on Mt. Helicon. At others, dusk at Castalia or with the Muses on Mt. Parnassus.
I know you're busy with life and family. I suppose I'm feeling nostalgic for your younger, and more ambitious and prolific artistic days. No pressure..... ;)
I've always thought of blogs as workshops, not museums for completed works. The floors of the best are always covered with chippings... and splattered paint. They advertise, thereby, "an artist at work".
And don't worry about how you or your work is perceived. Not all "tastes" run alike. Just know that you do have a few "groupies". And we appreciate even your failed efforts. Because we've already seen what your capable of. And we love watching you grow as a photographer, artist, and individual.
......
You have amazing timing FJ. Thank you. 🥲