A white bunny is blowing colored bubbles in his back yard.
This was drawn in oil pastels in a sketchbook and photographed through a Lumix GF2 with a Vivtar Series 1 19-35mm f3.5-4.5 FD-mount zoom lens mounted to it.
A white bunny is fingerpainting in his chillout room. A purple beanbag is in the background and various artwork is on the wall.
This was drawn in oil pastel in a sketchbook and photographed through a Lumix GF2 with a Vivitar Series 1 19-35mm f3.5-4.5 FD-mount zoom lens mounted to it.
If I reveal my soul by how I sing relentless emotion through opposites, I undeceive myself with new belief that glamors richness of our messy world which vainly proves with brute indifference that Nature fills us with passion of hope.
If they assassinate idol of stone that represents proud ruler of the world with accurate bullet of childhood games, we may choose new god from the mortal crowd to play wise ruler of our crowded state who plays piano with graceful respect.
If we march to martial music of blood with bright torch of freedom in every hand, we may find our ancestral voices cry for justice from blood-soaked soil of our land, so we raise flag of Liberty with faith that our wild howls become anthem of truth.
If we spring laughing from sonorous hills at sudden strike of brave cathedral bells, we may plow fields of stubborn prairie grass and plant gold wheat of fierce ambitious plans to build empire of hungry enterprise so our children may da
If I reveal my soul by how I sing relentless emotion through opposites, I undeceive myself with new belief that glamors richness of our messy world which vainly proves with brute indifference that Nature fills us with passion of hope.
If they assassinate idol of stone that represents proud ruler of the world with accurate bullet of childhood games, we may choose new god from the mortal crowd to play wise ruler of our crowded state who plays piano with graceful respect.
If we march to martial music of blood with bright torch of freedom in every hand, we may find our ancestral voices cry for justice from blood-soaked soil of our land, so we raise flag of Liberty with faith that our wild howls become anthem of truth.
If we spring laughing from sonorous hills at sudden strike of brave cathedral bells, we may plow fields of stubborn prairie grass and plant gold wheat of fierce ambitious plans to build empire of hungry enterprise so our children may dance in sweet moonlight.
If I cast line of hope in lake of dreams with hope to catch elusive fish of faith, I may hear noble song of moon-white geese call out to angels on flame-golden clouds who grant my boon to gain hard-earned reward, though Nature owes me nothing for my work.
If I should meditate by sparkling brook that shimmers calm in grove of twisted birch, I may hear strange enchanting song of faes that lures my heart to seek dark gloom of fate in deep forest green of snow-crested hills where child of the mountain waits for my gift.
If blind musician in dark smoky bar plays earthy melody on saxophone with soulful anguish of inhuman truth, I feel myself alive more than the sea halfway between midnight and dawn of time, awake with silver shimmer of star waves.
If I leap over brook of crystal skulls while running from death on black horse of fate, I feel cascade of timeless water spray swirls of strange immortal energy prismed radiant with souls of fallen gods who weep to hear me sing about cruel death.
A banquet is probably the most fatiguing thing in the world except ditch-digging. In Benjamin Griffin and Harriet Elinor Smith, eds., Autobiography of Mark Twain, Vol. 3 (pub. 2015). Also recorded in Bernard DeVoto, ed.
Terrible ache of the brain breaking down into fragments of misread memories sprouts into palm tree of the final thought where fire-feathered bird of psychotic truth sings the most beautiful song of all time that drives me mad with wisdom of true love.
While I stumble blind through random events that contrive false narrative of my life, my fractured brain invents meaning for why I suffer through each scene for which God laughs with mocking amusement at how wings shine from fire-fangled feathers of ecstasy.
Far beyond end of the quivering mind I spiral into beauty of regret dismissed as obstacles on road of growth when I transform from singing tree of death to wingless angel limping without care on signless road that leads me anywhere.
Struck by bare facts of existence, that seal secrets of desire in mouths of the dead, I insist the mental world in my head is just as real as thick atomic forms that pulse with naked energy of light, till my bra
Terrible ache of the brain breaking down into fragments of misread memories sprouts into palm tree of the final thought where fire-feathered bird of psychotic truth sings the most beautiful song of all time that drives me mad with wisdom of true love.
While I stumble blind through random events that contrive false narrative of my life, my fractured brain invents meaning for why I suffer through each scene for which God laughs with mocking amusement at how wings shine from fire-fangled feathers of ecstasy.
Far beyond end of the quivering mind I spiral into beauty of regret dismissed as obstacles on road of growth when I transform from singing tree of death to wingless angel limping without care on signless road that leads me anywhere.
Struck by bare facts of existence, that seal secrets of desire in mouths of the dead, I insist the mental world in my head is just as real as thick atomic forms that pulse with naked energy of light, till my brain dissipates it all to dust.
Stomping hard on the solid ground of being, I shout with cold Zephyrean voice of truth that I can dwell as both body and soul in real world of atoms flashing starlight and dream realm of ideas weaving words with simultaneous energy of love.
Whole universe of atoms, which contains fragile flame of my body in vast frame, glows endlessly in swirls of energy, while multiverse of visions in my brain replicates inexhaustible variants that fuel my quest to find the Promised Land.
Vibrant reality of pulsing light, that seethes in layers of atomic swirls, undulates elusive phenomenon beyond my ability to record conceptual images of its pure essence, yet I attempt to represent its flash.
My pure imagination cannot augment vital essence at core of divine being that pulses with celestial energy, so these faint shimmers of my verbal spells may barely reflect vastness of the Real, yet I sing with Zephyrean voice of truth.
Orpheus explains to Ophelia the difference between the real world of atoms that exists regardless of our perceptions, and the mental realm of ideas we design with words in our brains.
AI is rapidly reshaping Cyber-physical security, blending digital intelligence with on-the-ground protection in ways that were unthinkable just a few years ago. Instead of treating cybersecurity and physical security as separate worlds, forward-thinking security companies are connecting data from cameras, access systems, and networks to spot threats in real time—and act before they escalate. For security guards and managers, this shift isn’t about replacement, it’s about working smarter with better visibility and faster decision-making. The real advantage today isn’t just having security—it’s having integrated, intelligent security management that adapts as risks evolve.
AI is rapidly reshaping Cyber-physical security, blending digital intelligence with on-the-ground protection in ways that were unthinkable just a few years ago. Instead of treating cybersecurity and physical security as separate worlds, forward-thinking security companies are connecting data from cameras, access systems, and networks to spot threats in real time—and act before they escalate. For security guards and managers, this shift isn’t about replacement, it’s about working smarter with better visibility and faster decision-making. The real advantage today isn’t just having security—it’s having integrated, intelligent security management that adapts as risks evolve.
Though I walk upon shifting sands of change that swirl across states of America, transforming processes we play to live with honest gestures of productive hope, I will not slip in void of nothingness since I extend my angel wings of hope.
I shall waltz upon shifting sands of change through ardent passion to balance with verve opposing forces of democracy which channels progressive charge to grow strong with conservative reins of self-control so I transcend bipartisan conflicts.
So we stroll upon shifting sands of change through cooperative management of fate to fund projects with capital intent, then distribute goods with social respect, ensuring every person of this land thrives in harmony of communal work.
Rebalanced upon shifting sands of change, we gather around ziggurat of truth that shines at core of our civilized world where Ishtar portrays Creator of Life which unifies all religions of Earth in one collective drama of world fait
Though I walk upon shifting sands of change that swirl across states of America, transforming processes we play to live with honest gestures of productive hope, I will not slip in void of nothingness since I extend my angel wings of hope.
I shall waltz upon shifting sands of change through ardent passion to balance with verve opposing forces of democracy which channels progressive charge to grow strong with conservative reins of self-control so I transcend bipartisan conflicts.
So we stroll upon shifting sands of change through cooperative management of fate to fund projects with capital intent, then distribute goods with social respect, ensuring every person of this land thrives in harmony of communal work.
Rebalanced upon shifting sands of change, we gather around ziggurat of truth that shines at core of our civilized world where Ishtar portrays Creator of Life which unifies all religions of Earth in one collective drama of world faith.
Hearts bound tight upon shifting sands of change, we commit our faith in power of love, after suffering bleak incertitude that fractures trust with disillusionment, when we communicate perceptive doubts which conjures renewed vision of world peace.
Attentive upon shifting sands of change, we surf on wildly undulating swerves attuned between contrary points of view, with brave commitment to sustain frail life which invigorates with viable creed common moral values that guide our way.
Endurance upon shifting sands of change provides brave courage of objective course for us to steer assertive drive that beams clear vantage point of sentimental fact with firm unyielding passion to succeed in solemn establishment of world faith.
When I dance upon shifting sands of change, secure with stationary flow of faith, my heart expands scope of time-conscious sight through vigorous radiance of selfless love to anchor aberrant motions with strict law that weaves energy in our structured Self.
Orpheus measures patterns in shifting sands of change to prophesy how we will build new world society on ruins of nation-states destroyed by world war over oil.
Of het gaat lukken? Als nazaat van een Limburgse 'bouwmeester' zie ik in ieder geval dat het fundament er is. De gelijkenis met het beeldmerk van een bekende lokale brouwer zette me gelijk aan het werk om hier samen met u, onder het genot van een overheerlijk biertje, te kunnen PROosten op deze heuglijke happening. De nieuwe naam past simpelweg bij onze nuchterheid. Voor mij staat die 0,0% dan ook voor de verantwoordelijkheid die we nu nodig hebben. Geen politieke roes, maar gewoon bouwen aan een betaalbaar thuis voor iedereen.
The closed fist would be emblem of the union of different parts which are put together to become stronger: the fist, in fact, enclosing the five fingers of one hand, has a force greater than the sum of the fingers individually taken. Therefore, it has always been understood as symbol of solidarity and struggle. The greeting with the fist closed can be carried out differently: with the right hand or with the left; holding the arm near the body or lifting it upwards. The exact execution has in fact changed and second of the times and political movements. uisjournal.com/the-origin-of-t…
Alive with mental dance of solitude, I follow crystal wires that lace the air back to exaggerated waste of Hell to hear sweet vibrant birds of everywhere proclaim rebirth of everyone in Spring who gives each other stories of despair.
Since my feelings wither and bloom all year against background of moral rectitude, I breathe expansive quality of hope that swirls from thoughts of frantic pulchritude confined by loneliness of distant shouts which dapples blue sky of my fortitude.
Blue shadows sweep across front lawn of fate with inwardness of my strange character defined by incidents my soul performs essential to my state as Lucifer because I fade from Heaven after all, disowned by my grandfather Jupiter.
Stark fear subsides with glimmer of warm breeze when ravens in oak trees recall my name through sharp intensity of sudden truth which I anticipate with every game without atonement through regret for faith that lifts me upward to avoid false
Alive with mental dance of solitude, I follow crystal wires that lace the air back to exaggerated waste of Hell to hear sweet vibrant birds of everywhere proclaim rebirth of everyone in Spring who gives each other stories of despair.
Since my feelings wither and bloom all year against background of moral rectitude, I breathe expansive quality of hope that swirls from thoughts of frantic pulchritude confined by loneliness of distant shouts which dapples blue sky of my fortitude.
Blue shadows sweep across front lawn of fate with inwardness of my strange character defined by incidents my soul performs essential to my state as Lucifer because I fade from Heaven after all, disowned by my grandfather Jupiter.
Stark fear subsides with glimmer of warm breeze when ravens in oak trees recall my name through sharp intensity of sudden truth which I anticipate with every game without atonement through regret for faith that lifts me upward to avoid false fame.
Adrift through eternity of each hour that nests my spirit with brave nothingness, I float on vacant vastness of our world in vehement valley of pleasantness with quiet absolution from my heart startled by drone of planes in emptiness.
Patient observation of social cues reveals weird circumstantial evidence based on principal figures of state laws contrived by particular providence which permeates family lawns all over town who share communal feast of precedence.
Sea tides that ebb and flow reveal my heart composed of stars that gleam in human eyes, based on global theory of radiance through vicissitude of conceptual spies who flee across mud flats of social rules to lost Willow House where they eat fruit pies.
Obscure on rainbow loop of energy, that spirals outward from globe of our dreams, I thread my soul in matrix of god souls comprised of psychic riddles in word streams that bind me with religious tales of good as nameless actor trapped in puzzle memes.
Orpheus auditions for role of Lucifer in the new world order that spontaneously appears after the global revolution against fascist dictators disguised as presidents-for-life.
Why don’t people in China drink the coffee they produce? By Alessandro Carosi
I was travelling in China for a couple of weeks; I’d never been to this part of Asia before, but I was keen to learn a bit more about it and, whilst I was there, to explore its coffee scene. It’s still in its infancy, but interest in the drink is growing rapidly.
Tea culture is still very strong and tea remains the most widely consumed drink. In smaller towns or those less well-known internationally, finding a specialty coffee shop is a challenge, but in cities like Shanghai, there are coffee shops on every corner, including many high-end establishments where coffee is treated with kid gloves. Coffee isn’t a drink to be grabbed and gone with, but something to be looked forward to with anticipation and joy, as if waiting for the woman you love on a first date. If not done properly, making coffee can take up to 20 minutes: the beans are selected, the best ones are chosen, and everything is prepared with care and attention to detail; every coffee granule must be the sa
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Why don’t people in China drink the coffee they produce? By Alessandro Carosi
I was travelling in China for a couple of weeks; I’d never been to this part of Asia before, but I was keen to learn a bit more about it and, whilst I was there, to explore its coffee scene. It’s still in its infancy, but interest in the drink is growing rapidly.
Tea culture is still very strong and tea remains the most widely consumed drink. In smaller towns or those less well-known internationally, finding a specialty coffee shop is a challenge, but in cities like Shanghai, there are coffee shops on every corner, including many high-end establishments where coffee is treated with kid gloves. Coffee isn’t a drink to be grabbed and gone with, but something to be looked forward to with anticipation and joy, as if waiting for the woman you love on a first date. If not done properly, making coffee can take up to 20 minutes: the beans are selected, the best ones are chosen, and everything is prepared with care and attention to detail; every coffee granule must be the same size, and once it’s ready, it’s tasted; if it isn’t good, the whole process is started all over again. It was a pleasant surprise. … anextraordinaryandordinarylife…
By Alessandro Carosi I was travelling in China for a couple of weeks; I’d never been to this part of Asia before, but I was keen to learn a bit more about it and, whilst I was there, to explore its…
O Capital: Repulsão e atracção de operários com o desenvolvimento do funcionamento com máquinas. Crises da indústria do algodão marxists.org/portugues/marx/18…
Berlin (dpo) - This can't be a good thing: more and more petrol stations are currently adding another digit to their price display panels. The worrying phenomenon can currently be observed throughout Germany.
"This is a purely routine measure that has absolutely nothing to do with the current development of oil prices," explains petrol station owner Bettina Gottschalk, while she supervises the conversion of her price panels. “We just think it looks a lot prettier that way, and we forbid any speculation. This lacks any basis!"
Consumer advocates are nonetheless concerned. After all, fuel prices of up to 99.999 euros per litre would be possible with such an extended scoreboard.
Bettina Gottschalk is satisfied: "Regardless of whether the additional digit is ever needed, it has already paid off for me. Look how the cars line up with me. Since they saw the new number, they all want to fill up again quickly."
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