Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Cats Bathe in Light

Solar energy for life.





This last pic reminds me of a cat i read about just recently named pokie...
the Pics are large (click) and from the Calendar i love, cardboard pictures each day with a factoid at the top... worth having. (click on white bull terrier button in right column -->   ).
except this last which is lolcat...

teh kit tests sunbaf

"It is impossible to keep a straight face in the presence of one or more kittens."
~Cynthia E. Varnado

"In order to keep a true perspective of one's importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him."
 ~Dereke Bruce
"If cats could talk, they wouldn't."
 ~Nan Porter


"The reason cats climb is so that they can look down on almost every other animal - it's also the reason they hate birds." ~K.C. Buffington

There has never been a cat
Who couldn't calm me down
By walking slowly
Past my chair.          ~Rod McKuen


Women from Palestine and Israel Break the Law to Go Swimming

Holy Seawater, Batman. Israeli women
smuggling Palestinian women to swim!
And
by the way, it seems to me that most women on the planet could get along.
Hey You boys, what's with all the acting out? Dudes, get a grip!
Then there's always a few girls that will do ANYTHING to please teh bad boys...

" SKITTISH at first, then wide-eyed with delight, the women and girls entered the sea, smiling, splashing and then joining hands, getting knocked over by waves, throwing back their heads and laughing with joy. Most had never seen the sea before."




http://www.haaretz.com/weekend/magazine/if-there-is-a-heaven-1.290214


"Israel’s military, which began limiting Palestinian movement into Israel two decades ago to prevent terrorism at a time of violent uprisings, is in charge of issuing permits for Palestinian visits to Israel. About 60,000 will be issued this year, twice the number for 2010 but still a token amount for a population of 2.5 million. Ms. Hammerman views the permits as the paperwork of colonialist bureaucrats — to be resisted, not indulged. Others have attacked her for picking and choosing which laws she will and will not obey. "

Violence like this:

and THIS
The Beginning and the War
Understanding fear and terror: to view a very gruesome video about what daily terrorist attacks are like, click HERE and then click on the banner at the top of the page.
Warning: extremely graphic and violent.











Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Crooked Way



Titel: The Crooked Way
Genre: Film-Noir
Land: USA
År: 1949
Regi: Robert Florey
I rollerna: John Payne, Sonny Tufts, Ellen Drew, Rhys Williams

Handling: En man som återhämtar sig från Andra världskriget med en huvudskada som gett honom minnesförlust, återvänder till sin hemstad för att ta reda på vem han egentligen är. Han hamnar snart i den undre världen och märker att han inte är särskilt omtyckt av vare sig polis eller de kriminella.

Omdöme: Upplägget med minnesförlust är återkommande inom film-noir då det alltid är effektivt och låter tittaren få veta lika mycket om huvudpersonen som huvudpersonen själv vet. Tyvärr tillhör denna inte till någon av de mer minnesvärda filmerna i genren då handlingen inte blir särskilt spännande att följa och där framförallt huvudkaraktären Eddie Rice, eller Eddie Riccardi som han brukade heta, är en för tråkig karaktär. John Payne känns inte heller särskilt intressant i huvudrollen och då får man inte allt för mycket att jubla över.



Det positiva som gör att filmen håller en godkänd nivå är definitivt fotot av noir-mästaren John Alton. Han lyckas få till de klassiska noir-skuggorna med perfekt ljussättning och en lekfullhet som gör det visuella intressantare än resten av filmen. Man har även en ganska bra huvudskurk i Vince Alexander, spelad av Sonny Tufts, som är villig att gå över lik för att få sätta dit Eddie. Annars saknar man en bra femme-fatale och något utöver det vanliga rent handligsmässigt för att det ska kunna bli något.



3 - Skådespelare
3 - Handling
3 - Känsla
3 - Musik
4 - Foto
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16 - Totalt

Betyg:
IMDb: 7.0

Trailer - The Crooked Way

Forget Frying Eggs on the Sidewalk--Cook Up Some Squirrel on the Window Ledge

The K-State Women's Center Squirrel shows the heat-- it is 108 degrees at 7:59 in the evening, FuCryin Out Loud!








Friends and Family



"Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are."
— Markus Zusak, Australian novelist

It used to be a viral marketing campaign for the MCI telephone company: “Friends and Family” was a friend circle of free long-distance calling. The point was to recruit your friends and family to subscribe to MCI so they could call more friends and family, who would add their friends and family, and so on, and so on… Having worked in PR and marketing for years, I’m disinclined to use marketing phrases in my writing or conversation. It’s trite. I won’t wear statement apparel, and am actually anti-designer label. If they want me to wear their logo or advertise their company, they can dang-well pay me for it.

But back to the friends and family thing. I have some great ones. There are some who pray for me regularly without needing a reminder. Some who are sensitive to the things I don’t say, and go out of their way to help. Some who will water my plants and take care of my pets so I can get a much-needed break. Some who are faithful to keep in touch, or send me messages about news or jobs or ideas. Some who actually believe and encourage my claims or hopes. Some who have sent gifts of money when I’d given no hint I was desperate. Some who have grieved with me and listened to my rants. Some who are professional colleagues but who like me as a personal friend. Some who say they’re inspired by my comments at Bible study, my writing, or my Facebook comments. Some who admire my opinion of what politicians ought to be doing. Some who sense or observe a need, and fill my need with the gifts of time, skill, expertise, and even cash. Some who, when I make a 350-mile trip back to visit my former life, lay down other plans in order to take me out to lunch, dinner, the movies, a drop-in chat, and (are you ready for this?) thousands of dollars’ worth of dental treatments at her expense. [post continues below images]




Every one of those gifts is evidence of their love and commitment to friendship—with me! I treasure the givers more than the gifts.

It’s not that I have such terrible self-esteem (well, not usually, anyway), but probably like you and many others, I wonder what in the world they’re thinking, that they should show me such love and honor. Is it because they have big hearts, or that their spirits are open to God’s prompting, or that they see a need they can fill and take initiative, or what? Am I so entertaining or such a valuable social asset?

While thanking a couple for treating me to a three-hour lunch and delightful conversation, I asked one of them what made her decide to come all that way. She looked surprised that I asked. “It’s because we love you, Christy!” she said.

This scripture is meant to be a proverb about the superficiality of people who value you only for what you can do for them, but just this once, I’m going to turn it around and upside down. I’m without income, and struggling with finances. But rather than being despised, I'm loved. The poor are despised even by their neighbors, while the rich have many “friends.” Proverbs 14:20 NLT  It’s true. I do have many friends. Therefore, I must be rich. Woo-hooooooooooo! 

Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. 1 Cor. 13:4-7 NLT

Monday, August 1, 2011

Death of Beloved Animals Hurts Because We Love Well

Every pet lover has wondered how they will get over the pain,
when the time comes for losing such a love.
[When i found myself crying a lot, for a long time, after the loss of Sweeney, i remember i called my grandmother--wise and full of love -- one night and told her,
 "I just can't stop being sad-- i cry whenever i think about her."
 She told me that Someday it would stop, but for now, just go ahead and cry.]

"I have sometimes thought
of the final cause of dogs having such short lives
  and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race;
for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance
of ten to twelve years, what would it be if they were to double?"
Sir Walter Scott
              

There is a wonderful website i have referred you to before, on the German Shorthair post here:
http://marysbeagooddogblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweetest-german-shorthair.html

and now,
i want to remind you to go there again.
Among the many amazing and truly transparent, life-lesson posts
(the humor of the mundane as well),
Read a poignant story regarding
 these two: http://jenmenke.com/goodbye-beloved-evil-pokie-cat



the entire website is a delight.



Rising on the Thermals

to see love and smile, click HERE and HERE


An open letter to readers of the popular new writing website, Silkworms Ink

RIP Lucian Freud, a man who wrote excellent letters

Friends,

We were intending to post this a week or three ago, but then some Society had some sort of Meeting (or something) that got a bit shouty, so shouty that NOT A SINGLE PUNCH WAS THROWN, and so we decided to let Phil ‘EGM’s most affable bachelor’ Brown splash around the blog by himself for a while. And hasn’t he done well? Welcome, readers new; we’re thrilled Silkworms’ #PoSocEGM coverage has been useful, and look forward to showing you around the new site come the autumn (same goes for you, regulars and old hands, obviously).

The new site. More on that later. First, a bit of recent history.

Prior to THE IMPLOSION OF POETRY, we’d gone a bit quiet, having spent the preceding year and a bit spraying out shimmering new writing and incisive commentary on an almost daily basis. Friends, the flow had dwindled to a trickle. Silkworms As Was was a thrilling, if slightly chaotic place to be: a platform for a weekly mini-zine comprising of short articles about poetry, fiction, music, film and theatre, along with a chapbook of new work, a literary mixtape and a very small essay. Each riffing off an arbitrary theme (to revisit some of these, open your exercise books here). All four (then six) Silkworms editors were spending the time we had rifling through submissions, commissioning new work, and filling in the gaps with our own writing. Without giving ourselves the opportunity to ask: why? Why are we throwing all this stuff into the internet.

It took putting together chapbook L, our fiftieth, fattest, most well-connected publication yet – and being forced to slow down in order to worry about previously IGNORABLE things like subbing and COHERENT ORDERING and so forth – to make us realise…

We didn’t want to be just another blog-led website with a publication arm stuck onto it, like the poems on of our 100% cotton t-shirts. We wanted to really grab hold of and bloody utilise the new technologies and ever-expanding networks we’d taken for granted for 400 days – in a way that they hadn’t been utilised before. To help us metamorph into the first fully-realised, fully-streamlined, fully-equipped, fully-electric publishing house willing to dedicate itself to the catalysing, editing, writing, producing, displaying, reframing, curating, polishing, SWILLING AND SPITTING OUT of genuine eclectica. To help us do, in short, something different.

That was, and remains, the plan. A plan that clearly requires a great deal of time to be spent on development, commissioning, collaboration-making, path-clearing etc. in preparation for our MASSIVE RE-LAUNCH, scheduled for the end of the summer. In our first month of (relative) quiet, we’ve achieved a great deal, and designs have been refined, functionalities conceived, books written, venues booked and several other things. In our second month, we intend to finish off achieving these ends, and find at least five more ends to achieve. By the end of August, at least twelve ends will have been achieved and then, THEN we can talk. Hopefully you’ll find a place to read, to write, to talk, to listen, to reflect, to lurk, to learn, to forget, to offend, to plot…

So anyway, at this midway point between Silkworms 1.0 and Silkworms 2.0 – Silkworms 1.5, then? – we thought it would be polite to remind y’all of where we were, to let you know where we’re going, and to keep you reasonably abreast of what we’re doing at the moment. (Beyond offering indispensable resources for PoetryGate rubberneckers the world over.) So that when you have a think about who you’d like to publish your next collection of poems with; or who you’d like to propose an investigative or scholarly project to; or who you’d like to work with on your PARADIGM-REDEFINING idea for an event; or who you’d like to host the best thing you’ve ever written alongside the best thing a bunch of other people have written…

So that when you have that think, you think of us. Seriously, our future depends on the input of brilliant people – and as soon as possible, because we can’t keep rinsing the brilliant people we’ve already worked with (as brilliant as they are). So start a conversation, and let’s see where we can take it: submissions@silkwormsink.com

We look forward to talking to you all, throughout August, and then exploding from our silky chrysalis before autumn descends. Until then,

James, Phil, Jon, Sam and Rowan
Editors, Silkworms Ink

A rather less excitable reflection on Silkworms’ genesis, chapbook ‘L’ and the phenomenon we’re rather predictably calling The New Publishing can be perused in the latest issue of Arts Professional magazine, behind (alack) a paywall. We’ll liberate the article here in a few days’ time.
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