Hi there. My name is David and I’m a kit-a-holic. It started out with the basic stuff. My trusty Konica Minolta. But the zoom was just…
Hi there. My name is David and I’m a kit-a-holic. It started out with the basic stuff. My trusty Konica Minolta. But the zoom was just to powerful and pretty quickly I wanted more. I remember my first tripod. God, that felt so good. I managed to find some basic post-processing software. You know, the kind of stuff you get for free from Google. But it didn’t last. / / Next thing I know I was buying software – I wasn’t ready for Photoshop then, and I couldn’t afford it, so I went for the cheap stuff… Microsoft. Toxic stuff, but enough to open up a whole new world for me. Suddenly, anything was possible. I joined Flickr. That became an addiction in itself. I felt normal for a while, but soon I needed more and then Craig Shillington introduced me to Red Bubble. Now I’m doing both. And I can’t keep off the web. I keep going to dpreview looking for the latest reviews. Still looking at bridge cameras – I daren’t try an SLR, not with all those oh-so-tempting lenses. But there’s so many out there – the Fujis, the Canons, the Sonys all shiny and seductive. I want them all. And I’ll do anything to get one. I’ve just entered the Red Bubble Photo Competition to try and win the Canon 400D. God help me if I actually succeed. Right now, I’m desperate for a monopod. I took the camera to the cricket the other day and all I could see was the professional journos with their fancy cameras and laptops. But there is hope and you can help. I am involved in a Music Therapy programme which aims to set people free from their addiction to photography. Ten percent of all sales on this site will go towards much needed equipment for my guitar. Eventually, I’ll have enough for this Digitech multi-effects box I’ve got my eye on, and then there’s this software package I’ll be needing, and that new capo…
Hooray!!!! We can ALL breathe a massive sigh of relief because someone has bought one of my cards! / !http://www.redbubble.com/rbimages/wo…
Hooray!!!! We can ALL breathe a massive sigh of relief because someone has bought one of my cards! / / I think the wonderful buyer was Natalie Manuel who is the best damn animal photographer I’ve seen. Please, please check her stuff out. It’s great especially for kids I reckon… / / Natalie has done the bubble a huge favour, cos now you won’t have to put up with my pathetic, tragic ‘why me’ whinging that has even caused my normally loyal border collie to consider packing up and leaving. And now I can sit alongside other sellers such as the Great Alan Reading (or at least that’s what he said he’s called). The other person I wanna thanks is the gorgeous Jessica Tremp who told me to relax and my dog (before she turned on me) and Grandma Paltrow…did I mention her? Come to think of it, she never helped me one bit, the bitch. Spent all that time with Gwyneth, totally dissed me….ahhhh the bitterness is never far from the surface…
Well, yeah, sounds weird but it’s that way. I woke up 10 mins ago thanks to the insistent ringing of the post office guy, who was ifnally…
Well, yeah, sounds weird but it’s that way. I woke up 10 mins ago thanks to the insistent ringing of the post office guy, who was ifnally bringing a letter telling me I have to go to the customs to retire the RB framed print I ordered like 10 days ago. Now, I don’t know how it works in other countries but here whatever is over 500g and isn’t a superspecialcertified-bring-it-to-my-door thing I have to go to the customs every time I get a package. Problem is, the customs open from Monday to Friday (and only from 10am to 5pm) so I have to wait two extra days in order to get the framed print. Oh, but I forgot to add that once I’m at the central post office I also have to wait between two to three hours till they freaking call me. Once I get called I have to stand an officer and an employee opening the package with me and examining EACH of the single items inside. After that or when you tell it’s all fine they finally hand over the package and you have to pass through a last control till you can leave. That, in short, will be the odyssey I will face in two days. Reaching the central office is quite an annoying task as well because it’s located near the worst part of the coast and walking in that area is almost asking for it…x_x I hope I will be able to get it (without also paying any weird taxes…), ah, wish this could be easier. Expect more updates about this situation soon!
Well, is it because I am not what people are expecting form me??? (I doubt it) So why don’t I get any sales yet… I have been pret…
Well, is it because I am not what people are expecting form me??? (I doubt it) So why don’t I get any sales yet… I have been pretty active, I have shown myself to “the world”... And yet, no sales after over a month here… I don’t get it. Peole (in the real world) tell me that I am very talented, and yet, here I have sold “de nada.” “nothing,” “Rien”... I am somehow deceived… How do I get to sale something here? Please help me if you can… I am a little depressed over this right now.. I have invest much time here… (even if it was not always on my pictures… the petition did take a great deal of my energy… but my pictures do not seem to attract people as much as I thought… sure, I managed to generate lots of views… but no sales… means there is a problem somewhere… ) Please help me find out what it is I am doing wrong… :(
my heart and my head are in tattors, i know what i want and what i want is him, i saw him, i felt it , i felt the embrace of love again w…
my heart and my head are in tattors, i know what i want and what i want is him, i saw him, i felt it , i felt the embrace of love again when he huged me, but was it just a lie, was he just saying he missed me to make me feel better. giving me a fauls hope that maybe things could be, i dont know what i do know is my heart is unchanging every time i see his name flash up on my phone my heart skips a beat. but why should he want me why should anyone want some one like me. im not special, theres nothing good about me why should any one say they love me, he used to say it all the time, i miss that, i miss his smell i miss his eyes i miss the way he used to stare at me even thought i used to tell him off for it, i mis how he used to cuddle me on the sofa how he always tryed to make me smile even thougth id try my hardest to resist, i miss more than any one the way he made me feel like i was so loved even when i was feeling so crap. the way he used to touch me and hold me i miss most. but does he miss me. did he ever miss me when he said it , did he ever love me when he said it. ill never know and i dont know wat hurts more the fact that i never gave him a chance to really love me or the fact that hes already replaced me with every guy they have replaced me weather it be with a nother girl or somthing else, i feel lost, im sitting , laying in my room alone always with only the tv for company. my parents want me to go down and sit with them but i cant sit there and listen to them trying to be normal. i feel like screaming, but i dont want any one to hear my crys, i wont to be held tight i want to be loved like only he knew how, i wish i wish . . . but . . . theres no point and another day goes by like every other where i cry and feel sorry for my self ,, what a pathetic life i have i will not give up on him , i will do my hardest to fiight for him, i love him, my heart aches for him my head my heart my body and my sole are misserable and empty with out him. i feel used and abbandoned, i want him! i just need to see him. and i need to show him but when hes with her he changes , he talks to me like i never existed i try pour my heart out to him and realise he didnt really care! i cry i sleep i need , i love, i want i, miss him! if your out there feel my pain and loss, because its as if you have died i want you to live again in my heart with me forever like you always said.
November 12, 2007 I am longing for my children. I had six in all. One ended in a miscarriage, the other 5, I gave for adoption several…
November 12, 2007 I am longing for my children. I had six in all. One ended in a miscarriage, the other 5, I gave for adoption several years ago. My first marriage was horrible. My husband at the time turned out to be an alcoholic. He stole money from my purse. The money was supposed to pay for next month’s rent. He took it without a care. I was faced with the hardest decision to make of my life—Giving my children up for adoption. I couldn’t stand the thought of my children being without a home. Beforehand, my first husband kept leaving us then returning making new promises of change. I wanted to believe him each time. I gave his several opportunities to change. I did not judge him as a bad man. I was big enough to realize that he couldn’t love himself, let alone a child. The whole situation I was in, was a big mess. I didn’t stand a chance at being a mom then. Later, I found out that my first husband got into trouble with the law. At that time in my life I had not known love anywhere. My parents were abusive. So pretty much I had been desperate to be loved. I didn’t have a family that was supportive of me. They had problems of their own. I felt like an outsider looking in, not just of my family but also within myself. I had changed alot through the years thanks to my ex-husband(now). I divorced him several years ago. I have long since remarried. I’ve basically started my life all over again. I still think about my children now & again. I ponder how they are doing & whether or not I made the right choice by giving them up for adoption. Questions like: Are my children safe with their new families? Are they happy? It’s the not knowing that cuts deep. In the state where I live there is no such thing as open-adoption. Even if you put your children’s needs first, makes no difference in this state. I pray they will return to me when they turn 18 years old. I count down the days in all hope of that possibility. My second husband is a good man. An honorable man. A tall man in my opinion. He loves & accepts me that way that I am. He’s shown me how wonderful of a person I really am. That was something I could not see in myself. I had believed all the lies my parents told me. Anyways.. that’s my life in a nutshell. My second husband has helped me through some pretty rough times for me. My best friend & minister, Martha says, “You two are like teenage lovebirds.” To make a long story short. I wish I hadn’t had my tubes tied. My husband & I would have loved to have had our own child. We are looking into all the options. I thought a week ago, there was a slight possibility. Instead the symptoms I was having was the onslaught of PMS. I was crushed. My period was late by four days. Day 5, Aunt Flo came to town. I pondered to, if I would have been pregnant, would it have been etopic. All etopic pregnancies are terminated. The Doctor in Brazil tried to transfer the embryo from the tubes to the uterus, but the pregnancy did not end with a live birth. That info does not help any woman suffering from etopic pregnancy because then she has to live with the scar of being forced to terminate the baby. I read such a story online. A woman was etopic, had an ultrasound done & the baby had a heartbeat but there was no way to save the baby. Tragic. No words can express such a frustration of pain. Anyways… like I said before, my husband & I are looking into all the options. It’s cheaper for an IVF than to adopt. So, we are specifically into that. The average costs for the whole process seems between $14,900 to $25,000 (in order for it to be guaranteed pregnancy). As a result, my husband & I are looking for ways to raise this kind of money. Tried the stock market, but it looks to be very unstable right now. We are defidently NOT going to go for any online home based business frauds! My husband is semi-retired home remodeler (he’s 65yrs.). I’m trying to reach within figuring out my skill, hobbies, talents to see if any of my talents are sell-able like a service?! $25,000 is alot of money. I mean, realistically, It’s not like someone or someones are going to hand you money on a silver platter—sort of speak without strings attached. And you can’t go to a bank to take out a loan that big because banks don’t have financial loans for IVF procedures. My husband & I are working very hard to come up with that kind of money. I think my biggest problem is that I contribute to alot of charities. You donate to one & then somehow every charity organization has you tagged. I have one from the Children’s Charity Fund, Feed the Children, Mouth & Foot Painting Artists, Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, Paralyzed Veterans of America, Sacred Heart League, National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial Fund, Susan G. Komen For The Cure, The Smile Train, Habitat for Humanity, Girls & Boys Town, Salesian Mission, Operation Blessing International, etc. Finally I got to the point where I said Enough! I’m not rich. Sounds like it since all these charities send me their “I want your money flyers.” I decided along time ago to donate to only three per month. I think my problems is, is that I’m such a softy when it comes to helping people. This time though, I’ve got to help myself. If I’m going to save for a baby, I’ve got to stop making all these contributions. I know all these people need help. They will always need help. The truth is, I yearn to have a baby. To be a mother. I want to be able to carry a child 9 months to give birth to a beautiful healthy baby. To rock my baby in my arms. To kiss him or her goodnight or throughout the day. To read a bed time story when he/she is older. To sing a lullaby to help my baby/child fall asleep. To hold his/her tiny hand. To see him/her crawl or walk. To hear their first word(s). It feels like I’m missing out on being a mom. Wish me luck! Goodnight.
It rushes over me suddenly / The desperation of things / And knowing I had been in worse binds / Yet somehow always blind to the danger / A d…
It rushes over me suddenly / The desperation of things / And knowing I had been in worse binds / Yet somehow always blind to the danger / A danger now settling over me / Treacherous truth / Threatening to pull me apart / Reaching in to extract / That last morsel of hope / How many times can one man lose / And still really believe / That he can ever win / Does love even exist / Anywhere other than within my own head / My own heart / A dying heart / Dying from a lack of reciprocation / Yet ahead there stands a light / Though the hurdles are plenty / I stand / And I fight
I need help here guys. I need to improve the printable quality of my pics, I may be doing something wrong and I do not know what! I ha…
I need help here guys. I need to improve the printable quality of my pics, I may be doing something wrong and I do not know what! I have a Panasonic FZ30, 420 optical zoom, 8mpx. I have set my camera at the maximum= / Aspect ratio : 4.3 / Pict.Size : 8M (3264×2448 pixels) / Quality : fine (low compression) I have 3 Aspect ratio choises: 4.3, 3.2, 16.9 / I have 5 Pict. Size choices : 8M, 5M(EZ), 3M(EZ), 2M(EZ), 1M(EZ) / I have 4 quality options: TIFF, Fine(low compression), Standard(high / compression), RAW The problem is : when I download the pics on the pc the quality is never higher than : 3.94 MB (4,135,702 bytes) If I had used the zoom to shoot the pic., and/or when I edit just only exposure and sharpening, the quality drops to half of the original (approx.) / If I dare to crop (I always need to, with wildlife expecially) I get 1MB result (approx.) / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— I tried to shoot in RAW hoping to better my odds, but when I convert the edited result to JPG I get again 2MB only (approx.) I have visited some pics selling sites but they all request a min of 4MB picture (that has been resized only by 5% !) —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / To post my work on the bubble I usually I have to pump up the resizing by 1MB, sometime 2MB….....and I am not happy with this method ! WHAT CAN I DO ?? ANYONE OF YOU HAS SUGGESTIONS? / iS MY ONLY OPTION TO BUY A 12MB CAMERA??? / (Please post answers here so I have them altogether for quick reference) I will be grateful for your input!
*Many artists pick one medium and stick to it, or move from one to the next without looking back – you, however, manage to balance almost…
Many artists pick one medium and stick to it, or move from one to the next without looking back – you, however, manage to balance almost every area of the arts at one time. How is it that you manage to make it look so easy? Is there a trick to being a master of many modes? I am by no means a master, to be the female version of Leonardo Da Vinci I have MUCH to learn, especially as there are so many new and exciting digital ways… but it is an aim I guess… I do appreciate that you have noticed my attempted diversity. I believe it is the nature of a truly creative heart to find creativity in anything you do… I used to say when I worked in administration that I could even file creatively, ha – I’m glad I have a better outlet now. It started with drawing when I was a kid, I have only just recently developed my painting but I get very impatient now with traditional means as I tend to start them with the idea of a digital piece, so I only ever half draw anything. I have quite a few paintings yet to be finished. If I have the right idea and the right images I can knock out a digital photographic in hours, painting takes weeks and with children around it’s just messy and frustrating. I don’t even do as much vector illustration these days, I keep dreaming of pixels. I won’t ever stop writing, it’s always there and I enjoy poetry, not so much on RedBubble but I have been a serious poet since I was in high school and the RedBubble poetry scene pales in comparison to going out on Sunday and getting up in front of a microphone and spellbinding the audience with a vocal performance. I don’t use props other than myself and my voice. You speak of change, and opening people to awareness of both vision and spirit… what is it that made affecting others so important? It’s never been a secret on RedBubble that I experience what is widely referred to as psychic phenomena (a few people here have experienced some of my little ‘sights’). I pretend that I am a witch only for the performance aspect but really I am deeply religious and spiritual. When I say deeply religious though, that is my own religion made up of all the things I have experienced over the vortex and totality of what we refer to as ‘time’. Living and seeing in the way that I do is incredibly frustrating and hard to negotiate at times simply because it is the kind of gift that I can’t ‘prove’ with a given order such as ‘if you are psychic than how many fingers am I holding up?’ party tricks might work for some but I channel my energies into finding things link secrets and mysteries and live in quite the fantasy realm of mysticism and history. Ancient history actually, I find it very hard to bring my mind back from. If there is a ‘god’ than she/he gave me this gift to educate and help people, it is a very nice way to be but very lonely. I am trying to find better ways of moving this forward to being a much broader asset to the human race. / It’s not so much about affecting others for me as about education of the truth of the human mind. When the everyday person not only accepts but understands that we only use a tiny, tiny part of our brain when we operate on a day to day functional level, and open them up to the possibility that we were once using a lot more of it but now we are ‘slaved and lived’ out of this knowledge, we might actually be able to apply mind over matter and save the Universe from our own imperfections because we will have access to the biological information super highway… These things have been written about for centuries and centuries, it’s not so hard to understand if we were allowed (as a race) to break away from the oppression of consumerism and greed and find ourselves as survivors and earth people again, then we could actually study out past and open to the intelligence of the cosmos. I might add all that I find in the occult world is also discussed at great length and importance in the scientific cosmological world as well. When it meets in the middle with be a golden information era of the matter and spirit joining together. No, I am not a Jehovah’s Witness… How does your artwork express the change you’d like to see in the world and the people around you? I believe we, as a race, have been so confused about our goal in life, we have lost the right corridor to follow in the labyrinth if you like. We have been at the mercy of ‘the powerful’ throughout such a long number of days that collective humanity is now at the mercy not only of money but of the people who have more than they should. Nothing new there so much, but add mind controlling black magic{k} into the pie and you got a greed recipe for world domination AND world destruction, if you look at the symbolism of the Nazi’s and the consequences of that symbolism, ideology and propaganda, it’s not a big jump in a conspiratorial mind to think it is more widespread than anyone would ‘believe’ – cause that’s what they want you to ‘believe’, that they are good and caring, those baddies and that magic{k} is all in the imagination – but if they were nice, why are people starving in a world where a Hollywood movie can have a budget that is bigger than that of a developing nation’s average GDP… What if the Universe (space and all it contains) is a symbiotic organism? What if the Earth (as the Ancient Greeks preached) IS actually the ‘spiritual’ heart of the Universe? If the Earth Heart dies, then so does everything else… In my art, I strive to get people thinking about the truths of the ancient religions, when we needed the Earth to look after us, when we were more a part of the Environment, when the spirit (Holy Spirit if you prefer) was strong with us and we were receiving the information sent to us in a clear and certain way. When ancient mysteries were to show us our distant future not being so cheerful. In addition to that, I try to portray a sense of cultural and social awareness, I can’t create a piece of work just because it’s pretty, what story could I tell about it then, there would be no words or wonders to go along with it… that is shallow art to me, cause it limits the spectrum of my creativity. There are times when one feels that no matter what they create and give, no one wants to accept the gift – this is especially truthful of artists. Do you get discouraged, and what is it that discourages you? What is it that brings you back to life? I get discouraged every minute I am not making something new and I guess that is the motivational force of necessity (or Ananke(1) in Ancient Greek terms) that drives me to create and burn as much energy as I can to evolve. I get discouraged when I am not feeling like a successful artist – which is hard because when I wake up one day the only gauge of success I care about is the process and the motivation and the result. But other days, all I want to be is the most renowned digital artistic photographer/designer/artist that will ever live ever. I get discouraged if I don’t get on the homepage of RedBubble – no strike that out… not today anyway… haa ha… What brings me back to less than depression is that I have a home to keep safe and warm in, I have a beautiful husband who is an intelligent partner and great provider and I have 3 young children who are looking like being gifted – they need educating… so… I think – I can do it all, I can be successful at everything I do at once… I can want for my kids and the happiness of my family and know I am happy – but to be extra happy and achieve creatively as well would be the ultimate divine gift – I hope I deserve it! You have done everything from management to freelance work – been both the conductor and an instrument – which do you prefer, and why? Is it hard coming from a background of having other to do the technicalities for you and then suddenly having to do much of the grunt work yourself? I don’t know a manager on the level I have worked on that can be that free. Middle and lower management rolls work just as hard as their employees and they are the first to get their arse kicked when the proverbial poo hits the portable desk fan. Plus, I didn’t like it, prefer being the grunt, some days, I don’t like to brush my hair, can’t do that in a manager role… Unless you are a tiny percentage of really cool creative management and run your own business or something. If you work in the ‘system’ you will always be a slave to their corporate rules, even when you are the ‘token artistic one’… (1) Editor’s Note: The personification of destiny, necessity and fate. She is depicted as holding a spindle and marks the beginning of the cosmos with fellow primal being Chronos. She bore the Moirae, or fates, who use this very spindle’s thread to unwind, decide upon length, and finally cut (end) the life of each human as they see fit. She was called Necessitas for “necessity”, by the Romans.
I received this letter through e-mail and thought to share it with everyone on Red Bubble. Since this letter was written things have gone…
I received this letter through e-mail and thought to share it with everyone on Red Bubble. Since this letter was written things have gone from bad to worse. I wonder how much people in the rest of the world knows about the situation in Zimbabwe. And if they know, how much they care? Letter from Zimbabwe sent in by John Winter I reckon that these are the last days of TKM and ZPF. The darkest hour is always before dawn. / We are all terrified at what they are going to destroy next….....I mean they are actually ploughing down brick and mortar houses and one white family with twin boys of 10 had no chance of salvaging anything when100 riot police came in with AK47’s and bulldozers and demolished their beautiful house – 5 bedrooms and pine ceilings – because it was “too close to the airport”, so we are feeling extremely insecure right now. You know – I am aware that this does not help you sleep at night, but if you do not know – how can you help? Even if you put us in your own mental ring of light and send your guardian angels to be with us – that is a help – but I feel so cut off from you all knowing I cannot tell you what’s going on here simply because you will feel uncomfortable. There is no ways we can leave here so that is not an option. I ask that you all pray for us in the way that you know how, and let me know that you are thinking of us and sending out positive vibes… that’s all. You can’t just be in denial and pretend/believe it’s not going on. / To be frank with you, it’s genocide in the making and if you do not believe me, read the Genocide Report by Amnesty International which says we are – IN level 7 – (level 8 is after it’s happened and everyone is in / denial). If you don’t want me to tell you these things-how bad it is—then it means you have not dealt with your own fear, but it does not help me to think you are turning your back on our situation. We need you, please, to get the news OUT that we are all in a fearfully dangerous situation here. Too many people turn their backs and say – oh well, that’s what happens in Africa. This Government has GONE MAD and you need to help us publicize our plight—- or how can we be rescued? It’s a reality! The petrol queues are a reality, the pall of smoke all around our city is a reality, the thousands of homeless people sleeping outside in 0 Celsius with no food, water, shelter and bedding are a reality. Today a family approached me, brother of the gardener’s wife with two small children. Their home was trashed and they will have to sleep / outside. We already support 8 adult people and a child on this property, and electricity is going up next month by 250% as is water. How can I take on another family of 4 —-and yet how can I turn them away to sleep out in the open? / I am not asking you for money or a ticket out of here – I am asking you to FACE the fact that we are in deep and terrible danger and want you please to pass on our news and pictures. So PLEASE don’t just press the delete button! Help best in the way that you know how. Do face the reality of what is going on here and help us SEND OUT THE WORD.. The more people who know about it, the more chance we have of the United Nations coming to our aid. Please don’t ignore or deny what’s happening. Some would like to be protected from the truth BUT then, if we are eliminated, how would you feel? “If only we knew how bad it really was we could have helped in some way”. / [I know we chose to stay here and that some feel we deserve what’s coming to us] / For now,- we ourselves have food, shelter, a little fuel and a bit of money for the next meal – but what is going to happen next? Will they start on our houses? All property is going to belong to the State now. I want to send out my Title Deeds to one of you because if they get a hold of those, I can’t fight for my rights. Censorship!--We no longer have SW radio [which told us everything that was happening] because the Government jammed it out of existence – we don’t have any reporters, and no one is allowed to photograph. If we had reporters here, they would have an absolute field day. Even the pro-Government Herald has written that people are shocked, stunned, bewildered and blown mindless by the wanton destruction of many folks homes, which are supposed to be ‘illegal’ but for which a huge percentage actually do have licenses. Please! – do have some compassion and HELP by sending out the articles and personal reports so that something can/may be done. “I am one. I cannot do everything,—-but I can do something.. And because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do. What I can do, I should do. And what I should do, by the grace of God, I will do.” – Edward Everett Hale
I have a annoying affliction that can be a useful tool when I sit to ponder a story I’d like to write, then the tool becomes a source of …
I have a annoying affliction that can be a useful tool when I sit to ponder a story I’d like to write, then the tool becomes a source of laying wide awake in bed until the wee hours of the night, I need to find the off switch to the ideas part of my brain, the thought of another sleepless night is driving me insane. I think I need a filing system then when my head decides to go into overdrive I can take each thought and file it away to be used another day, as I said this affliction can have it’s ups and downs to have a mind and imagination filled with endless supply of ideas and wanting to be given a voice, to see what once was just a flicker turn into a blazing flame a single word or thought can become a short story or a poem of love that can now be shared by anyone, it’s just that time of day when all I want is close my eyes to rest and my mind the thoughts flow on and on, I am at the point of just excepting my life is going to be forever void of dreams, I am given to the fact that while my head is filled to over flowing I will always have something to write.
desperation burning / secrets murmuring / velvet whispers indulging / the ghost of me / life with no logic / left breathless / alone / as love c…
desperation burning / secrets murmuring / velvet whispers indulging / the ghost of me / life with no logic / left breathless / alone / as love cries / death’s melody
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Shree and I collaborated and I wrote a poem for his very meaningful piece of art called “Desperate”...His awesome artwork is up along wi…
Shree and I collaborated and I wrote a poem for his very meaningful piece of art called “Desperate”...His awesome artwork is up along with the poem inspired by this / piece..If you get a chance please come by my page…and check it out. With Hugs, Sally xxxxxxooooo
Almost all of my colloborations were featured in different groups making my colloborated journey a great success and i am so glad and hon…
Almost all of my colloborations were featured in different groups making my colloborated journey a great success and i am so glad and honoured to work with some of the best artist on RB for which i will always be thankful to all those colloborators who willingly accepted my invitation and with their magical poetic touch made all my painting alive speaking my way of artistic moment. / / Well once again my latest colloboration “Desperate – Await” with one of my favourate & very tallented artist Sally Omar has been featured in two different groups. / 1. The Fine Art of Portraiture Group and / 2. The Bits and Pieces Group / for which we both are thankful to all the hosts and judges for making us and our art so proud. Lot of credit goes to RB without whom all this wouldnt be possible…....RB is ….THE…..best…and it had defenately played a great part in all our artistic jouney. Thanks all of you who constantly keep us supporting and commenting and with your support only we get encouraged to do even better & better everytime. Love you all & may you all live in happiness by spreading artistic tallents all over..!!! Shree & Sally !!
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All you have to do is click I’d wear it at this URL… Click here please It’s the one at the top that says ‘Excuse me you’re standing on my ego’ (you don’t have to laugh you just have to vote…although a quiet guffaw would be happily received…) Pleeeeeaaassseee? Grovel etc :)
So this is what happens when Melbourne bubblers get together for a pre-xmas dinner: amongst green tea and white wine, and quivering balls…
So this is what happens when Melbourne bubblers get together for a pre-xmas dinner: amongst green tea and white wine, and quivering balls of octopus flesh, we fell into a passionate table thumping debate about the seven deadly sins and their role in our lives. For each of us with an ardent connection to a particular sin, there was another with a distinct aversion to it. The merits and downsides of each were analysed and debated (this is where the table thumping came in – seaweed salad almost went flying), and to our surprise there were greatly differing opinions and various semantic interpretations. Isn’t lust also passion for your creative desires? If so, how does that relate to the Buddhist treatise that desire is the root of suffering (don’t get me started on this one!)? Surely pride links to wrath, and what’s the difference between revenge and retaliation? Is sloth always a sin, and surely there’s room for gluttony? This arose as the delectable black sesame icecream arrived, and the dueling of the spoons began :-) During this discussion we revealed layers of ourselves to our beloved friends with honesty, trust and recognition, and at the end of the night we realised with a start that the six of us each laid claim to an individual sin. Except one. Which is where YOU come in. We’ve decided to do a collaboration of the Seven Deadly Sins. Each of us will write of our particular sin, whichever way we interpret it, and upload it on New Year’s Eve. I’ve wrestled with wrath for much of my life, as my lovingly detailed Medusa tattoo attests, and this is my challenge. Jessica Tremp will take envy, Yasemin Sumner knows pride, Lucky Vegetable will write of gluttony, Michael Alesich will write of sloth, and Sheamus D will take lust. And if you know your sins…and I think you do….you’ll know what’s missing is greed. If greed is a sin you wrestle with, write a piece relating to it and tag it with sevensinscomp, and upload it on New Year’s Eve (maximum 1000 words). We’ll decide on the entry we feel fits best, and we’ll personally take the winner out to dinner and invite them to be guest of honour at the next Melbourne writers’ meeting. If you’re not a Melbourne local, feel free to still enter – Red Bubble has offered as a prize either a copy of In The Moment or Gaia , which will be posted out to you. The offer of dinner will still stand, and might inspire you to plan a trip to Melbourne – just think of the table thumping and black sesame icecream opportunities available with fellow Red Bubblers in our beautiful city! There are often collaborations between photographers, so this is a way for the writers to connect and get ideas flowing. If you don’t feel up to writing a piece about it, feel free to leave your thoughts below on the sins that pertain to your life …sometimes when you get ideas flowing, the piece writes itself. So get your thinking glasses on and start writing….. There will be wine….. There will be laughter….. There will be always be words to play with….. So come to our table….and bring your greed with you!
High street banking giant Lloyds TSB (recently part-nationalised in the Great Plunder of Poor People’s Money Scheme) has blocked the flow…
High street banking giant Lloyds TSB (recently part-nationalised in the Great Plunder of Poor People’s Money Scheme) has blocked the flow of money to the needy in Gaza. Interpal is a long-standing respectable humanitarian charity. __ Lloyds TSB blocks aid to Gaza* Outrage | 22.01.2009 10:51 | Palestine | Terror War | Sheffield / Lloyds TSB threatens Islamic Bank of Britain with withdrawal of its services as a clearing bank unless they agree to closure of Interpal’s account. Chairman of LLoyds TSB, Sir Victor Blank, has some interesting interests! What you can do to protest. Lloyds TSB blocks aid to Gaza On 8 October 2008 Lloyds TSB wrote to the Islamic Bank of Britain (IBB), giving them 60 days notice of withdrawal of their services as a clearing bank, unless they agreed they would no longer process transactions for Interpal, a charity sending aid to Palestinians in Gaza. In effect, this meant that the IBB would have to close down or freeze Interpal’s account or lose clearing facilities for all its customers’ accounts. After representations from The IBB, Lloyds TSB agreed to postpone this action until 30 January 2009. The reasons for this action? Lloyds TSB allege that Interpal have links with terrorist supporters of Hamas. Two such previous allegations have been investigated by the Charity Commission and proved unfounded. Since Hamas are the democratically elected party running Gaza, it would be difficult for an aid organisation delivering aid to Palestinians not to have some involvement with them. Interestingly, the chairman of Lloyds, Sir Victor Blank, is former chair of the Union of Jewish Students, one of ‘Labour Friends of Israel’, governor of Tel Aviv University and a member of the Jewish Leadership Council. Some bias there perhaps? So what can we do? I phoned the Lloyds TSB press office (020 7356 2493) to register my disgust as a customer and now part owner of the bank (since the bail-out with British tax-payers money). The response I got was that they could not comment on individual cases due to customer confidentiality. Instead I was referred to their laughably named ‘Customer Service Recovery’ department. You can write to them at; Lloyds TSB Customer Service Recovery, / P.O. Box 63, Birmingham, B1 2AB. Or write to Sir Victor Blank / Chairman Lloyds TSB Group plc, / 25 Gresham St, London, EC2V 7HN. Sign the online petition Alternatively, join the demonstrations happening outside a branch near you. Source __ More More Interpal Petition
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I am in need of a friend don;t forget me I need you e
I have had a couple more pieces featured recently and also placed in some challenges which is wikid! / !http://images-1.redbubble.net/img/...
I have had a couple more pieces featured recently and also placed in some challenges which is wikid! / / featured in current Issues / / Featured in Bits and Pieces / / Came 2nd in gET pOLITICAL…gET sEXY…gET gRUNGY…gET a lITTLE dIRTY wITH gRAFFITI / / came 4th in The Frighteners
A gentleman lost some of his fingers in an industrial accident . He needed Identity documents to be able to claim compensation, so off h…
A gentleman lost some of his fingers in an industrial accident . He needed Identity documents to be able to claim compensation, so off he tootled to the Home Affairs Department to apply for this. / ’’Sorry, Sir….. we can’t help you, because we can’t take your fingerprints!’‘ / It took years before he finally managed to obtain these vital documents. / Hopefully, some day, we will all learn that education is far more important than discrimination!
Once upon a time, Geoffrey Edelsten owned a football team. Now, he’s got a bad dye job and a rather different sort of team. !http://im…
Once upon a time, Geoffrey Edelsten owned a football team. Now, he’s got a bad dye job and a rather different sort of team. How to score with chicks, Edelsten-style: borrow.. Get yourself a pile o’ debt – well built women with minimal IQs will be on you (and your bad dye job) like ants on honey. Maybe there’s hope for the emboobed half of the relationship. though, if the 1987 model is any sort of indication.
“Desperately Seeking the Spider, Sir Ghostte MacWeb” / . / “‘©omputer mediated communication’ (henceforth, CMC)”, has social scientist bu…
“Desperately Seeking the Spider, Sir Ghostte MacWeb” / . / “‘©omputer mediated communication’ (henceforth, CMC)”, has social scientist busily considering its “possible impact on social organization (Diani, Mario: “Social Movement Networks”. Culture and Politics in the Information Age, ed. Frank Webster. Routledge. London. 2001. 117-128).” This is different, odd communication when compared with “public and private, and direct and mediated communication.” / . / Either we will… or we will just transfer all our international squabbling into outer space, read the replies, generally, when with 1969, we had gone to the moon, and The Western Australian offered cadet-journalism or trainee-reporters, candidature for short answers to: What now, that we have gone to the moon? Cyberspace is the new playground: all its depths and variations, our projections. Therefore, traffic; exhibits, tap roots, all, deeply political and social: nothing “inherently oppressive […] automatically emancipatory, (Warf, B And Grimes, J: “Counterhegemonic Discourse And The Internet.” The Geographical Review. 87, 2. n. d.. 250-27)” the tussle between philosophical and political thought. Therefore its utility in counterhegemony, cyberactivism “on behalf of the disempowered (Ibid.)”: the possibility, too, of such, but of Judas-sheep taint. All the progressive uses: “confrontation of nomadic power … rhizomic power structures … the local becomes the global. (Ibid.)” ––From the bedroom one writes upon the night sky come down onto the screen, no more need of an airplane scribbling with its exhaust, messages soon blown away. / . / The U.S. Department of Defense linked computers designed to make the transmission lines withstand nuclear attacks in 1969. In 1984, this, Arpanet, encompassed the scientific community, linking five supercomputers. Private access systems next supplemented this with public networks: “CompuServ; Prodigy; America Online (Ibid.)”. All this accounts for our Internet at home, together with the convenient utilization of “existing telephone, fiber-optic, and satellite systems […] technological innovation of packet switching (Ibid. 259-60)”. Messages decompose as the molecules did in the Star Trek transporter room; they transmit and reassemble “virtually instantaneously (Ibid. 260)”, as do the molecules of Captain Kirk at some location of coordination. / . / Still, is the Internet describable as a bin; its stink depending on what is put in. What the Internet cannot do is speculate, imaginatively extrapolate; associate; become postmodern: think as if concepts potentially fit directions in any of all possible compass points. ––Unless: programmed so as to particularly associate, given the concept, word, with another stipulated word(s), selection of, design, image… One example of stated potential to fit directions in any of all possible compass points is, it informs of the Internet, what it cannot, does not, do. Some things highlight even if, superficially, no more than coincidental. / . / The U.S. Department of Defense started the sphere rolling in 1969, the same year of reaching the moon. If this were unconnected than this proves that the protesting students were correct. The world could end next week! Quite a bit, one would not yet die of, by next week, easily available. ––The U.S. Department of Defense made being wary: anticipating a nuclear attack, a matter of strategy! In the 50s America was worried of nuclear attacks from the USSR. They actually suspected the USSR of performing nuclear test explosions on the dark side of the moon. Stirling Colgate even “launched with great secrecy” —The Death Star:_ television, in The Universe -- a satellite in 1967, which would detect gamma ray bursts, which were let off during nuclear explosions. Gamma rays can penetrate 3 or 4 inch lead walls (estimated: the narrator suggesting size by holding his fingers apart): for those environmentally conscious. So many nuclear bombs were tested that Ban the Bomb! nuclear disarmament groups appeared world wide, all branded Communists! This was before computers, internets, but figures were passed around on flies about how much cancer would increasingly become part of our lives, seemingly eroneosly, seeing all ours are caused by cigarettes!. The figures claimed for the 90s was already very high. It could be because the last one exploded for experimentation was by the French some time ago, that they do not talk anymore about the Cancers the bomb explosions were supposed to cause. The others were the Indian and Pakistan military\political demonstrations, and USSR’s nuclear plant. You wonder whether the cigarette monopolistic take-over from the gamma-rays cause of cancer can be, cited as a botanical triumph over physics! ––Provided it is not a case of the plant being infected by the fallout. / . / The other thing that highlights is that this approach toward what was later styled “information superhighway” was, initiated in 1984, as though to not disappoint Orwell. Already described, is how Internet messages and Star Trek transport travelling analogize each other. The use of “virtual” is didactic \significant: the constant not quite real reminder: if it were, Captain Kirk, we! would really be able to travel that way: except even though Star Trek helps illustrate the decompose \reassemble action, it is nothing but fiction, as portrayed. This difference also informs of the difference between reality and virtual reality: Star Trek, in that way, irrelevent. / . / [Once, reading Time Magazine, thinking of Rothmans or Coca cola, came the question, how could one improve an already successfully selling cigarette or drink: whatever. The answer was: create your own opposition across the street and make it PR like it were your enemy. There was a chill.] I knew that US \USSR each received German scientists that worked on the project that sent rocket bombs to Britain: they built the moon projects. ––Was the Cold War, at the highest level, virtual? A fictitious animosity with real players: the few instead of the many? / . / What the Internet does not do is that which –– when you cogitate, it seems constructed otherwise instead –– to do that which serves commodification. To create scenarios to inform what could have aided the Internet, had it veered to being constructed as stations of freedom of information units, instead, that is. Counterpart values emanate \avenues automate for environmental activists, for example, (the Net is not Green subservient \is at the bid of potential murderer or victim, even) to use. / . / The conservation groups\activists, are also enthusiasts, chasing the hot steps of some yet recent event, still feeding the imagination: conservation erstwhile, still, a governmental enterprise; will be after they take their gadgets home. Some cynic would not say this to a young face. Governments have been running conservation movements also before the Greenpeace group, appeared. It is to them, we owe the pleasure, the presence of the many National Parks, well known in Australia and the US. British Colombia has always had a programme for replanting trees for trees cut down. Australia has a similar policy. In a way Greenpeace movements are selective, in that they select ecological sites to advocate preservation in almost counterpart logic to why the timber industry chooses sites for lumber. Groups down south, for example also make videos to illustrate the picturesque scenery where their houses are, where they do not want industry and big business. This is no more than healthy democracy in action, even were there no environmental groups. But it also evades the fact that such, even better might have been the case, before their own houses were there. The humans did hunting and gathering then; only invading the vicinity seasonally, leaving the place ecologically sound. Have environmental activists ever studied the sites they choose to protest on, for example, to see whether their presence would harm the environment? / . / “They are cutting down too many trees,” answered a question in 1968, said then to be the first person ever, to come out with, immediately, asked by a Mr. Walsh, a tailor, in the shops that were above Albert’s Bookshop in Forrest Place, before it became what it is, now. He said he especially asked people who read many books, what is the most significant thing to say to the world, today. He was pre-Greenpeace, or he would have been pleased to have encountered a beginning just reading the newspaper. This person who answered the said question, above, keeps reminding me of his linkage to the first Greenpeacer , as though implying all else, asleep then. We weren’t with those two without navels, either. All we can/should, do is decide whenever we do, knowing, without knowing, we could even be voting against ourselves; knowing nonetheless we want it green! anyway. / . / What would automatically highlight the Internet to be openly usable, by any, would be to create a site to besmirch the environmental activists: money could hit that site often enough to make the complaints \comments seem widely shared. This, also stipulates that the McSpotlight web-site, “launched (Pickerill 20)” against McDonalds, could have succeeded in convincing the people, if not the court, even if the rhetoric was false. / . / Imagine also, had, instead, the preliminary keyboard maneuvers, reached the catalogue of say the Library of Congress or that in Oxford, that the next few steps would lead from index to page to paragraph, to print. Think in terms of a technology that seeks to trek, negotiate the ends of the universe! There is the potential for the computer to be able, via satellite-link, to log on to the tapes that constantly film Earth –– they brag the ability to read the stud poker hands on the deck of a ship –– press rewind and focus, to observe what we did do in the backyard last weekend. / . / Diani, using the term, “CMC”, of the various that refer generally to that technology, writes of users as “social movements and the emergence of virtual society (Diani 125-6).” CMC will have an expansive effect on what human beings do, workplace as well as self: getting many identities. CMC will develop “cultural and ‘socio-spatial enclaves (Diani 125)”, political, social participation, there still dispersed face-to face networks. But it is still foggy whether CMC will cause any type change in communities, or discursive \consultation based innovation into democracy: when will we vote with our computers; maybe we can all vote for what they conveniently —I think so! -- term conscience-vote: in fact, the computer makes it viable/proper that the nation take over the voting from parliament and the representative becomes the ‘servant/postman as the Hamilton than Jefferson version (they have always kept quiet about there being two kinds of representatives offered, when conceived: it seems Hamilton got killed in a duel.) It is easier for us to vote than them to gather to the right and the left of the chair, and be counted. Let them watch the votes come in, instead of us, on what we decide, despite their natter, despite again, having lobbied support, in the first place. / . / Internet discussions omit personal identities; participation is irregular; relationship, uncommitted; get involved only to the dyadic, triadic extant. A WELL network suggests “virtual networks operate at their best when they are backed by real social linkages in specifically localized communities, while their capacity to create brand-new ones is uncertain (Diani 126).” ––This, interesting, saying no more than we know, it’s good meeting on site: don’t know, otherwise. Finally, CMC, is “heavily correlated to class and status (Ibid)”: more involved with social control agencies, like the Army, governments, corporations, citizens’ organizations. If this were, put at the beginning of the article, it would have sounded like sometimes we do get around without thinking to collar the bell round the damn cat. Despite the above, the news is CMC is spreading. The feel is: how long can CMC “remain inaccessible” in low-income areas? CMC may cause power-holders to witness their vertical growth, itself horizontally spreading wide. The virtual social community is mainly sympathizers, at the professional level: this mostly when causes with expansive support, the radical, revolutionary element, low. Issues cause\ grade how, identities glue. The environmental activists share a collectivity, the necessary amount of shown trust, is little. A virtual community is possible, here, even without direct ties. / . / Contrary are participatory movement organizations. Their contact is direct, face-to-face; they recruit, capture commitment; indulge in “potentially high risk activities (Diani 126).” They are supported by face-to-face interaction, which “requires a level of trust and collective identification. Diani ends stating CMC expectations to be “mostly ‘community networks’ or ‘virtual extensions’, (e)ven transnational networks (Ibid).” ––Then, repeats, “effective mobilization” will follow “bonds and solidarities (Diani 126)”; presumably, there being more now, to: nothing brand-new, forthcoming. / . / Pikerill makes a point of stressing there are all kinds of tasks, skills, and needs on CMC. She goes through various types that react to CMC. There is the one who knows not how to use the technology, thinks it all right for others to, but deems other communication, preferable. This one is termed the consumer skeptic. There are six other types in all, roughly the street, desktop, and cyberactivist; information gatherer, and on-line coordinator (Pikerill, Jenny: “Spreading the Green Word? Using the Internet for Environmental Campaigning.” ECOS. 21 (1) 2000. 15-24). Environmentalists activist have many resources to cite, when working their website, “including homepages for the Sierra Club, Greenpeace, the World Wildlife Fund, Friends of the Earth, advocates of sola energy or sustainable develop bvb ment, and the like (Warf and Grimes 265).” / . / The website is active. We have to choose the site we want to “experience (…) read, listen/view or ‘chat’ (Smith, Scott. ”Surfing the Green Web: Communication and ‘the Environment’ in Online Australia.” Media International Australia Incorporating Culture and Policy. 98. Feb. 2001. 51-65).” We arrive at the website; we are the audience. We choose to. We ‘surf the web’. We have a lot of deciding to do as the page speeds up/ down, at the pace we manipulate the mouse, page up/page down. The website is the micro of which the macro is the World Wide Web, which is “as historically and culturally determined as any other (Ibid).” It is constructed as the rest of society by gender, race and class; as is environmentalism. Hierarchies that have formed reality also built up the web, with that extra conjoint: the total media in one, unfolding hierarchies and discourses as it steadily keeps opening itself at our instruction. / . / ––An “ideological struggle for meaning within an articulated textual logic (Smith 54).” In visuality now, is centered cultural and historical change. No more is imagery merely the illustrated of the text; the text itself is visual: culture becoming a matter of how one sees; letters, numbers, also assuming the status of sculpture. “Andrew Ross […] has proposed a method of analysis of images […] from the work of Susan Sontag […] ‘ecology of images’ (Ibid).” There is political meaning in images, good/bad, and positive/ negative. How can types of representation brand with political meaning the kind of information that tells about ecological matters? What influences do images have on the given information? ––Provide, that is, the “overall textual knowledge of the communication (Ibid).” / . / Internet has shown itself very useful to Ragtag alliance as well as to other issue groups, as indigenous groups, women’s group’s, as well as environmental groups; “whose concerns traverse diverse spaces (Pluriels, Mots. Only reference =:htpp//www.arts.uwa.edu.au/MotsPluriels/ MP180gr. html 19/3/2002).” Information is widely shared out in-between citizens and activists as well as such community action groups as demonstrations, which have been helped with online organization. ––(I)ncreasing possibilities for translocal synergy (Ibid).” The Internet is useful in that it is widely available, as it is cheap; cheap, compared with the potential of its message distribution, if not all have it around to utilize. Its ability to communicate translocally to diverse other people “allows individuals and community groups to reduce the influence gap between themselves and wealthier organizations (Pluriels n pag).” / . / The Zapatista struggle for the rights of indigenous people started the “origin for anti-globalization Net activism (Ibid).” When the Zapatista invaded towns in Chiapas supporters distributed first-hand reports of the ensuing conflicts over the Internet, and lists, sites and conferences dedicated to Mexican democracy were established […] referred to as ‘mass verification process unprecedented in the history of media. / . / International pressure stopped a 1995 government counter-attack. The Zapatista movement extended from providing local solidarity “into an electronic fabric of opposition to much wider policies (Ibid).” In 1996 Zapatista, using the Internet organized several large meetings; continental and intercontinental, gathering interested parties in global networks of movements to counter neoliberalism. One more group that charted the beginning of both, Ragtag and Net activism, was the World Trade Organization’s proposed Multilateral Agreement on Investment, opposition. It would have been able to sue governments for passing protective trade, environmental or labour legislation, if they prove to hamper their free capital flow. It gave them the right to venture anywhere in the world “to commodify resources and labour, and have access to markets in as many places as possible (Ibid),” on their own terms. / . / Interestingly, this very last, is what colonization/imperialism was about on the receiving end. What goes around comes around. Also, Zapatista is, firstly, the name of the tyrannical government. When they talk about the power of corporations and about government surveillancing CMC, and you know money can accommodate itself, it is that the Zapatista government did not do what the corporations can. ––Given the McSpotlight event, corporations are on the ready for immediate reply with sites to counter bad PR, soon \already hiring disorientated whizz- sharp-shooter- ex- activists. I also noticed how World Trade Organization’s MAI followed hot behind the Zapatista movement’s Internet organized meetings; continental, intercontinental, gathering interested parties in global networks of movements to counter neoliberalism. This, significant, due to previous reading showing how the first reaction to Marx’s CAPITAL was the Pullman Company in the US, becoming the first corporation. When the unions started, they called them communists, among other things. They would know, corporationing, comunism. / . / Koestler wrote The Ghost in the Machine to bespeak the human element in science, which also spies on the soul in the body and the essence of things; the capital, heart, brunt, yolk; the feeling of a place; love (which can knock you over \leave you yet, looking; you can tell when there’s love in a home. The spider is not the person at the website. The person exists \does not exist. The person sits there. The person is in the Net, in the website; is dismembered, is naked, has no body: is also the person who has always wondered whether he did have a soul. Somebody has called cyberspace, pornographic; schizophrenic. Nothing there relates to a whole body (Amiran, Eyal. and Unsworth, John. Eds. Essays In Postmodern Culture. Oxford University Press. 1994. p.??), comes from a whole body. “(T)here is a gap between this information and the old forms of knowledge […] the old certainties […] partly the flood of information […] destroyed the certainties of the modern period (Myerson 14).” Having cashiered modernism, the human now faced the tornado of effervescent budding, modernism’s doubted certainties now open to the chance \permutation other. / . / It is as if abstraction has congress; we obey the word, the presence whence as unseen. It, electric; spiritual: what would D H Lawrence not write about it! In a sense, this, wanting to know, answered by over-information. We saw this during the Vietnam War, perhaps used strategically. Apart from the televised, constantly incoming footage of nose-close, focused film, of jungle \ soldiers \ medics \ stretchers; two-, four-, six- soldiers, make-do stretchers: news, talk shows, Presidential addresses, special interest(s), debates, pecking order tussles between the political boys; “not a week goes by (which TIME magazine was that?)” without a new book out about Vietnam. More effective, than if so, strategically scenarioed: no critic now, adequately informed. Such, be the above complaint of the missing human dimensions than link, the able counterpart, equal to the situation. / . / Military history, records that was no leadership equal to the situations in Galipolli or Singapore, in 1914, 1940: the former needing a madness of a charge of a light brigade going uphill with a modicum/null, chance of success/glory (about the same time the Irish were adamant, if nothing else they wanted to bleed for the cause; some similarity read in Australian laments in not making it to previous wars to be seen shedding blood for, therefore, their country, here); or a Caesar-way; to dig inwards, maybe; to topple them down the high ground, even: TV showed him build, such; free to think so to do. / . / We communicate with Internets like they were modified telephones: the visuality does not yet allow face-to-face while ‘chatting’, as was the future, now is the case, for telephones, but a keyboard replaces the few numbers; it is already joined to music and film. The screen is like a page on an endless scroll of film on which you do not write, but imprint. The letter you press on the key imprints itself on the screenpage. You do not really press a letter. There is a letter imprinted on a square digit, which is actually, linked to an electric impulse, linked soon to one impelling the letter you pressed to appear on the screen. The thing is ‘A’ does not come on the screen because you pressed ‘A’ on the keyboard: that only happens because a direct link was organized so that only that would happen, then. Somebody’s CMC could be tampered with so that a rose appeared each time an ‘A’ was pressed. The ghost is what people always think is in unfamiliar houses, places: the CMC is a machine without a ghost; like the fountain pen: the person decides its use.
The warm amber glow from an isolated bulb guides our way around the obstacles at foot level and above. Obvious tourists we wind our way b…
The warm amber glow from an isolated bulb guides our way around the obstacles at foot level and above. Obvious tourists we wind our way back up the web of narrow streets, back past the hidden mosque. The paths are busy as the purple hint of light in the night sky now disappears. Like a mouse peering out of a hole we reach the decorated gate of Bab Aileen. Through it the light seems brighter exposing a vast sea of colour, waves all rolling one way. Stepping out we are immediately swept into the bodies. I hold tighter to both son and camera, never have we been pressed along by beating heat. Release, the path widens to open the bottle neck and we can press ourselves against the wall to re assess our situation. Alone, we are not of a purpose. We look; there is urgency within everyone. We are the sole tourists in this area. Just as we imagine no more people can truly come so more light appears, the pressure releases around us and gone. A lone straggler of a man rushes, panicked, and we see him disappear into another of those openings. Evening prayers at Ramadan. Now free and open of people the roads seem even scarier. Comfort could be had within the melee now which way was correct, were we going into wrong zones. This place is a warren, just as you think the road is widening to bring you to the square so it narrows again, splits, turns back on its self. A clink, a clink of a lantern knocking, another focuses us, we follow. Colours, glass and material swamp the walls which so recently had been dull, rotten and dirt covered. Smells whip our nostrils, no gently caress of perfumes but leather, spices and food. Each shop a tiny entrance of light and a cave of treasures. Opening up more and more appear until we are surrounded. Delight, this is Marrakech, shops and shop keepers. The beckoning, the garbled conversation, the purchase – well no. As mentioned bartering is something I cannot hack. A mere glance to the side would entice an approach. Panting, steam rose away from the pearl lit white glowing awnings within the central square. Here white coated men appeared to await surgery. Colours beset the eyes. Mounds of meat, on skewers, arranged. Salads with every jewel colour awaiting consumption. White coats garnish you with tastes and banter to entice you to their stall. We finally choose the stall that does not harangue you all too ready for the entertainment of people watching and food. Delicious, spiced beautiful skewers of meat, tagines and salads were eaten elbow to elbow with a united nations of consumers. Finally we flagged, full and tired we then approached the task of retracing our steps to our Riad. I like to think that with orientation I am pretty accomplished, give me a map I fall into another category, however spatially and with visual recognition no problems. We saunter towards the market that has spewed us out earlier, shops walked past and feelings of recognition emerge. Onwards we go, a left here another and then a right but ……the shop again is this déjà vu, do all shops look the same or are we going round in circles. My son has lost his bearings also and we look lost, up come some male youths whose attentions we push away but they chat and follow – how do they do it? By then they are showing you home. Arches and doorways are recognised and our riad awaits. Our lady opens the door and with scant regard to the youths, who she screeches at, we are finally allowed in having tipped the lads. “Why? Did I not say not to talk to men!” we felt as small as an insect under her foot, we had ignored her last words and felt as if we had been cuffed round our ears. No emotion could be summoned however, indignation if I were rested, apologetic if awake – the boys had however rescued us, we knew we should tip and they would probably repeat the task again and again with other foreigners away from the tourist police but I was glad to be in here.
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