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Chinese & Amsterdam Storeys
by Maxwell Edward“Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” J…
“Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” Jermaine takes charge as usual. “I imagine you can sir. Well my friend will have special fried rice and I will have special sweet n sour chicken. Could you make sure it’s especially sweet n sour though? Thanks sir.” People love to eat Chinese. More often the meals though…for the appetisers may prove too fattening over time. Neville and Jermaine have definitely had their share of fattening up over time. Neville is said to eat more Chinese than most Chinese and as for Jermaine, he probably eats more of most things than most people. “Jerry, don’t you think it’s strange how he mentioned they serve some of the greatest Chinese delicacies?” Jermaine who finds nothing short of highly unusual strange, makes a joke from anything less of great importance. “_Why_? What did you expect in a Chinese Restaurant, Indian food?” Neville who hears these jokes more often than not (but still not in appreciation of them) seems to always be misunderstood. “No, I mean, we’re not Chinese. I can’t see anyone in here that is Chinese…In fact I would say that the only Chinese this restaurant ever sees is on the plates. So, they could get away with telling us that this restaurant actually serves the greatest Chinese delicacies. Why would they not?” Jermaine’s opinion always went back to philosophy. “Some wise advice I have for you Nev. Never question the Chinese.” Something about the way the duo talked, it was utter enjoyment. The puns continuously employed emphasised it. A certain kind of pleasure whenever they accompanied one another was unleashed. “Oh Jerry, you got to hear about what happened to my cousin. _You’ll never believe it_…So Ben was in Amsterdam for some time, on holiday or something. Well on the last week he jumped off the top of a three-storey apartment balcony.” Jermaine who believes most things reasonable, but also hesitates in jumping to conclusions always feels obliged to question the situation. “Why the hell would anyone do something like that?” Neville started blushing. He was never as outgoing as Jermaine, even being questioned made him feel slightly insecure. “Well Jerry, you know my cousin Benjamin. No one questions him.” A certain kind of tension was building somewhere between Nevilles growing timidity and Jermaine’s pursuing nerves. “I think anyone thinking about jumping off the third storey of an apartment should be prepared to answer a lot of questions.” There was an uncomfortable short-lived silence between the duos. Neville thought of it as his responsibility to protect his cousin’s reputation, yet his loyalty had previously shown to lead to misdemeanours. Neville decided to break his loyalty for what his reason was telling him was sensibility. “Yeah Jermaine, agreed. Benjamin sure must be a moron hey. Oh, which reminds me, did I tell you he is going to become a lawyer?” The Chinese waiter had brought back the dishes. This is possibly the fastest time a waiter had brought out dishes (which were supposed to be quality cuisines). Then again, Jermaine and his friends always had their doubts about Chinese restaurants. Over their many meals they had discussed many things ranging from the health issues to the political and economic consequences of the different restaurant franchises. The Chinese waiter did not talk this time. He had a chilling frown cast upon his face. Perhaps he had heard their talking? Perhaps it was just the all-round atmosphere of working in such a demanding service. Jermaine and Neville dug into their meals, each choosing their pick of chop sticks and spoon respectively although ironically not in quite a disorderly manner. It was only lucky that Neville chose a spoon for the fried rice to prevent any more mess (if more mess were possible). “So Nev, back to the story; now that you tell me Mr. Benjamin wants to be a lawyer…that makes much more sense; their all lying bastards. This is one big story to you in order to gain your sympathy or something. It can’t really be explained, except that he is behind it all…” “Not true. I saw his bandages and cuts and sores; everything. That can’t really be faked.” “I’m sure for a lawyer, anything can be faked. Any kind of falsehood can be created and unleashed by those guys!” “No seriously. Okay here’s the story, he said he went to a party. He got pretty drunk knowing it was his last week. Who knows maybe he even did…goddamn man it’s Amsterdam! I don’t have to mention the possibilities, their limitless! Anything could have happened. Well anyway, he woke up and that is when the nurse told him what had been reported to her.” “You know what this sounds like? Chinese whispers. She said this; he said that, you say this…” Sceptical Jermaine could never let any possibility go. “Okay whatever, whatever.” Neville had enough. This sort-of-debate had turned into a sort-of-argument. It was time for him to try and change the mannerism of things “Hey Jerry, this kind of talking is probably not good for eating, let’s just eat okay. I mean just the other day I saw the scars and bleeding…well you know.” Eating continued. Polite (enough) slurping of Chinese tea and rice among other things died down the sound of thought. Than Jermaine continued speaking, but not where they left off. “Hey Nev, I’ll be back in a minute. Just have to convenience myself!” Neville sat there. Five minutes boring his intellect- no one to talk to! Jermaine returned. Back to his meal; back to messy eating and the hope of more polite interesting talk. Before Neville had seen it, Jermaine had finished the rest of his special sweet n sour. “Hey Neville, are you still feeling hungry at all?” Before Neville had a chance to reply Jermaine had beckoned the waiter over and ordered “Special Chinese fortune cookies”. The cookies came in no time at all again. It made it seem like there was surely something efficiently magical about this restaurant. “Hey Nev, can you tell me about this story a bit more. So would you get this, I actually heard about a story similar to his; actually two stories, exactly like his…they both sort of were like these crazy stories where these things happened to guys in…well Chinese restaurants actually!” Neville was only half listening, except the information was still unconsciously processing into his mind. He opened his fortune cookie. “No I do not believe it! Coincidences of such do not occur! Madness unleashed!” Neville started shaking intensely, trembling, his usual steady figure rumbling in what looked like fear; his skin pale and pupils dilating and goose bumps on his skin forming. Than he shoved his hands over his head and continued his fearful actions half-hidden by the table. Jermaine grabbed the little slice of Chinese paper, it must be not so fortunate whatever the fortune be he thought! “You will suffer falling three-storeys tonight. Do not question the Chinese” They both sat there; Jermaine seemingly doing and thinking nothing except watching the actions of Neville. Neville with his behaviour turning more and more intense and shocking as seconds progressed and turned into minutes. “Neville!” Neville took no notice, for a moment, to only a moment later reply, “What? Don’t you fucking get this? Can’t you see what’s happening?” Jermaine looked at his watch. Five minutes. Long enough…longer would be dangerous perhaps. “My good friend Neville. I have a confession. I put that note in your cracker…it’s to teach you a lesson really. But it’s also quite a cracker now too to think of it! You should have seen the look on your face! And my friend, I’ll tell you the moral of the story…Question anything with suspicion, even the Chinese, otherwise who knows what will be unleashed!”
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Plenourium Inarticulatus the capital of Terrigenous Myxedema after a Whistie raid destroyed most of the major population centers of the planet. Terrigenous Myxedema was a thriving financial center on the frontier between the Fartherthantruth Alliance and IPUP. The Whistie leader targeted Terrigenous Myxedema because it would not convert to their dogmatic faith, the Lite Weight Church. Just before the raids the governing council converted all their financial resources to IPUP Credits and stored them on Jorelton Prime. The Planet broke away from the Alliance applied to the IPUP for admission was accepted and began the rebuilding process with the IPUP 18th Fleet patrolling the area for security. The planet took 1.5 dreens to recover from the attack of the Whisties. Some other groups you may find of interest as well: DaDa Land / Boolean Art / Human and Nature / Fantasy Art / Light and Reflections
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Mixed medium illustration. Photograph of the closed off opening posture of a gesturing anonymous woman with Asian motifs.
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It’s wet in Brisbane… loving cozy days and nights I reckon this’d make a nice…. “missing you” card. Abstracts and Artsy Architecture Landscapes and Nature Street Tasmania
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FROM ABSTRACT SERIES: / MIXED BIZNESS / / POSITIVE / / A KISS IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN / / MY DOG IS DREAMING / / INTO THE FOREST / / FIESTA / / WINGS FOR FLY / DANDELION / / / BLUE GAME / / / A ROSE FOR YOU / / / GEOMETRICAL FIRE / / / ALLEGORY / / / GREEN / /
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“Life cannot be destroyed for good, neither … can history be brought entirely to a halt. A secret streamlet trickles on beneath the heavy lid of inertia and pseudo-events, slowly and inconspicuously undercutting it. It may be a long process, but one day it must happen: the lid will no longer hold and will start to crack. This is the moment when something once more begins visibly to happen, something truly new and unique … something truly historical, in the sense that history again demands to be heard.” / / Václav Havel (1936-Present) / / Some other groups you may find of interest as well: DaDa Land / Boolean Art / Human and Nature / Fantasy Art / Light and Reflections
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On Yenohedam the city of Nassam lies in ruins. Nassam was the center of the Church of Truth Lite. It was attacked by the Lite Weight Churchs militant arm the Whistful Ones (Whisties or Joanies as they are called across the Fartherthantruth Alliance). The Whisties have a doctrine of Irresponsible Retribution Always (IRA) in the name of their faith. The Lite Weight Church was a splinter group from the Church of Truth Lite that followed an ancient belief that the Godhead (Eusamot) would come to them in a vision while they were experiencing the traditional Dne of the soul. This attack was just the latest of brazen attempts to force the Fartherthantruth Alliance to convert to their belief system. They strike without warning or provocation even the main church hierarchy has publicly denounced the Whisties but most of the Fartherthantruth Alliance Defense Force have doubts as to the sincerity of the denouncements. / / Source: Ipedia of Worthy Content (iWC); Volume 17, page 31. Some groups that you may want to visit and join: / AW Welcome Center / EF Welcome Center / Globes, Spheres and Curves / DaDa Land / Boolean Art / Human and Nature / Fantasy Art / Disclaimer
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A tiny, tidy room. I am speaking in memories, illusions and pleasantries. The air conditioner is not running and the sun shines through a white window over white wicker furniture and artificial floral arrangements and a tile floor that is not lovely at all, not chic at all, but is always clean. / I am leaving, / scooting around the edge, / feeling my way in the dark, / suddenly unable to breath. / I feel proud of myself for avoiding the obvious. Proud for not bringing it to anyone’s attention. Proud for not mentioning that I was suffocating. Proud that I didn’t let my feelings show. Proud that I was what someone else wanted me to be and not who I am. Proud that I had kept / the secret. / I open the door to get into the car, sniff the air, look down. I must have stepped in elephant poop. / I don’t feel proud at all. This painting is acrylic on canvas. 52”x52” 2008
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Acrylic on canvas.
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“Taking food alone tends to make one hard and coarse. Those accustomed to it must lead a Spartan life if they are not to go downhill. Hermits have observed, if for only this reason, a frugal diet. For it is only in company that eating is done justice; food must be divided and distributed if it is to be well received.” Walter Benjamin (1892-1940) Some groups that you may want to visit and join: / AW Welcome Center / EF Welcome Center / Globes, Spheres and Curves / DaDa Land / Boolean Art / Fantasy Art / Human and Nature / Light and Reflections / Disclaimer
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Lisa C. Weber ©2008 (Created with Bryce 6.1) Visit My Complete Bubble for all My 3D Artwork. Thanks for dropping by and enjoy!
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Dare to reach beyond yourself to see what lies within.
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A dusty sun dipped behind a dancing palm for one brief moment. Eric held his hand out to feel the vibrations of traffic, wind, music and the moan of a cat in heat outside his window. The party was over. The dance was done. He had slept through most of the dim, dark celebration and now reached out for time. The palm tree swayed and the sunshine glittered once more upon water covered by lilies. Eric went back to sleep and wondered if the sun would continued to shine after he closed his eyes. It did. Yet he didn’t know it.
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When I created this it made me think of something trying to break away from the bindings that hold them in. It originally was just a rusty fence and I put it in corel and changed the colors, and put it through the lens distortion and wa la. /
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Red ran over silver sands as she walked along the gutter. Mary held her hand up to hold her had firmly against her blond hair and felt a piercing paint in her shoulder. She tried to turn, but was unable. Paralysis ran through her chest like a hungry snake. She stepped quickly into the busy intersection. A large gold 1972 Pontiac loomed ahead. The driver wore sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt. She waved. He saw her and pulled quickly into another lane, to avoid running her down. Horns blared and Mary stood helplessly in the middle of the street. An elderly African-American woman quickly jolted forward and pulled her to the safety of the sidewalk. Mary looked around and For Sale signs, cheap furniture, a thrift shop, and a burrito stand. The odor of onions cooking filled her. / “I was being followed,” Mary said to the old woman. / “We all are, honey,” the woman replied. “Sometimes we just need help getting out of the path.” / “But who?” / “Does it matter? Now you’re safe.” / “I’m so afraid,” Mary said. / “So am I, if you want to know the truth,” The old woman smiled under dark glasses and a shiny nose. “Just go shopping. That always perks me up.” She helped Mary to her feet. / The blue liquid waves of frozen fear rushed out of Mary and she took a few steps. The sky opened and a single flower petal danced in the vibrations of light and movement of time and the petal searched for a safe place to land. It hit Mary’s hat and perched on top as if it was protecting her. Maybe it was.
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The original is 30” x 24” acrylic on stretched canvas. Look into the center. Take a deep breath in. Hold it…. and then let it out.. Relax your vision and breath deeply. For some, you will see the flames move and burn.
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Acrylic on canvas.
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This image takes a tremendous time to render so those that wish it on a large frame print must contact me so I can render it separately, it takes 24-36 hours due to high luminosity materials used. But for now it is avaiable in greeting card and medium size frame /prints. / . / . / . / Did you order this item today? In appreciate I’d like you to know: Ten percent of all my proceeds go to The Mount Dora Center For The Arts, who has provided quality art experiences in the Lake County region of Central Florida. They are a community oriented 501©(3) charitable nonprofit organization dedicated to fostering an understanding and appreciation of art and culture through exhibitions, arts education programs and being host to the annual Mount Dora Arts Festival. / The remainding proceeds go towards purchasing higher quality programming and program accessories, to create my art. In todays world of computer technology, programs are ever changing, advancing, and improving quality, of course they can be quiet expensive as well. So please know when you buy my art youre investing in me as an artist and helping to advance my skills, and helping a small community art center to continue providing children and adults of all ages to partisipate and learn about art. I appreciate your support and hope you enjoy the selection you have purchased today. Sincerely, / Lisa C. Weber
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Lately I’ve felt as though I needed another set of hands to accomplish everything that needed doing. I guess this would be one way that may help me.
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Abstract something a little different. / The beach from a different view.
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I did this self portrait as a college brief. / The asked us to produce a self portrait in the style of an artist that inspires me and who’s style represents who I am. / The artist I chose was concept artist Andrew Jones.
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