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Where in Spain Wednesday – My Favorite Door in Barcelona

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Hola everyone! This week, I wanted to share one of my favorite photos from summer in Barcelona – this beautiful door I spotted in the posh neighborhood Sarrià.

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Sarrià is tucked up higher in the hills of Barcelona, backing right up against the enormous Parc de la Collserola. It used to be a rural village, but today it’s the fanciest neighborhood in the city. There aren’t very many big attractions in the Sarrià-San Gervasi neighborhood so I haven’t spent much time there.

Far away and above the city center, it’s a quiet escape from the bustling traffic that rushes through my neighborhood, the Eixample. It’s full of cute squares and more green spaces and parks than I’ve seen in any other part of Barcelona. I’ve got to get up there more!

This special door was hiding away on a peaceful residential street full of palatial houses. (None of those words…

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Street Art Istanbul

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In Karaköy, near the entrance to the Tünel train line, there is an extrodinary exhibit of graffiti. I caught it at the very end of its run, as it ends today. It is housed in an abandoned building on Bankar Sokak, across from Saint George Hospital. There is little or no indication from the outside that an exhibit is taking place; it simply looks like a dilapidated old building, the windows shattered, the door wide open. Once you go inside the walls are filled with art, in all directions, almost every surface has been used for something. Many of the pieces interact with their environs in awesome, creative ways.

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There were a few other people there when we went, all young and hipstery folk, all sort of doing their own thing off in some corner. There was ambient music coming out of some speakers in one of the rooms, a…

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Back in the loop – and it feels like a noose

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After being out of commission for the better part of a week due to my stupid back deciding I needed a break; I have found that being out of the loop was quite nice.

So I log into Facebook yesterday for a while and here are the stories I see: An 11 year old kid sings the National Anthem at a basketball game, and because he is Mexican, the racists come out in force. The Republicans are still talking about the “low incidences” of pregnancy from rape. Glen Beck lost his voice – a true blessing for America. The building inspector who was in charge of the building that collapsed in center city killed himself. Lots and lots of gay hate – you know they make commercials now with gays in them! Gah! More people this year have been killed by toddlers with guns than by terrorists. The NSA is…

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Wasted Source Material: Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter

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Vampires, they’re everywhere in popular culture right now. Thankfully today’s post will deal with vampires more resembling the works of Stoker rather than Meyer. However, I’m not interested in discussing Stoker’s characters – Dracula, Mina Harker, Abraham Van Helsing – we’ll save them for another day. This article will discuss a different vampire hunter by the name of Abraham. Yep, old honest Abe, 16th president of the United States and, if you believe author Seth Grahame-Smith, one of history’s best vampire hunters. I just had the good fortune of reading Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter and recommend it to anything out there looking to read something that manages to be both incredibly intelligent and hilariously stupid at the same time.

I almost didn’t read this book. Not because I heard it was bad, quite the opposite. I heard nothing but glowing praise for Grahame-Smith’s novel. There was only one thing that…

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Everest, Maxed, Out

Everest Maxed Out.

Trudging nose to butt up the ropes that had been fixed to the steep slope, Panuru and I were wedged between strangers above us and below us. The day before, at Camp III, our team had been part of a small group. But when we woke up this morning, we were stunned to see an endless line of climbers passing near our tents.

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Honey Catches More Flies Than Assholes

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And god created Carmen

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From the Slobbering Darkness

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We love bats

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James Blake | Overgrown

James Blake | Overgrown

 

James Blake – Retrograde Lyrics

Verse 1:
You’re on your own, in a world you’ve grown
Few more years to go,
Don’t let the hurdle fall
So be the girl you loved,
Be the girl you loved

Chorus:
I’ll wait, so show me why you’re strong
Ignore everybody else,
We’re alone now
I’ll wait, so show me why you’re strong
Ignore everybody else,
We’re alone now

Verse 2:
Suddenly I’m hit
Is this darkness of the dawn
And your friends are gone
When you friends won’t come
So show me where you fit
So show me where you fit

Chorus:
I’ll wait, so show me why you’re strong
Ignore everybody else,
We’re alone now
We’re alone now
We’re alone now
I’ll wait
We’re alone now
We’re alone now
I’ll wait
We’re alone now
We’re alone now
We’re alone now
We’re alone now

Suddenly I’m hit
Is this darkness of the dawn
And your friends are gone
When you friends won’t come
So show me where you fit
So show me where you fit

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Grandmothers Apron

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Eric Shackle Writes: Grandma’s Apron

Ace Net “detective” Eric Shackle tracks down and interviews the author of Grandma’s Apron, a poem which in the space of a few years has beeen published, and sometimes changed and mutilated, on scores of Web sites.

American housewife and poet Tina Trivett was ropable (or fit to be tied), and apparently with good reason. Years ago, she wrote a delightful poem, Grandma’s Apron, in memory of her much-loved grandmother, and in 1999 posted it on a poetry website chosen at random.

Since then, she says, it’s been stolen, mutilated, with various lines changed, and posted in at least 10 versions on hundreds of websites around the world, usually attributed to “author unknown”. Whether any of the amendments have improved the original poem is debatable.

“It has been a frustrating last couple of years,” Tina told us. “My poem has been changed around, borrowed from, added to, and shortened. It’s on family tree websites, poetry websites, kitchen websites… It’s everywhere.

“I wrote the poem years ago for my Grandmother when she passed. She was a sweet dear lady who lived to be 96. She was from Kentucky, wife of a farmer, mother of 13 children. She may have treated herself to a few puffs from a corncob pipe once in a while, but she was also very dignified.

“She wore a fresh, crisp, clean apron over her dress every day. The pockets held little treasures like chewing gum and mints. When she passed, I was in the middle of a snowstorm in the North Carolina mountains, and could not attend her funeral in Kentucky. That’s where the poem ‘Grandma’s Apron’ came from.

“Then came the year 1999 and I posted my poem on a random poetry site. Probably out of boredom. In 2004, I did a Google search for the site I’d put it on.

“When I found my poem on several sites, my heart sank. But I have just come to this conclusion: I wrote the poem, yes. But if someone can read it and bring back fond memories of their own Grandmother, then having it stolen was worth it. If it brings good feelings to those who read it, all is well. I can’t imagine that there is any way to stop the spread of it.

“As for the person who originally stole my work and added to it…well, I suppose karma goes both ways.”

Asked for details about herself, Tina said “I live on Lake Hartwell, Georgia, with my husband, four teenage children, four dogs and four cats. Good things come in fours around here, I guess.

“I’ve written some other poetry. I posted some of it here but mostly I just share it with the children. I also draw, quilt and love to bake. I sell antique fabrics, quilts and misc.

“My husband designs cedar and log homes. My boys have a band, so the house is always quite busy with teenagers. We enjoy watching them play, but I secretly long for the day when my living-room turns back into a peaceful retreat instead of a guitar/drums warehouse.”

Here are the original words of Tina’s poem:

Grandma’s Apron
by Tina Trivett

The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.
For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.

She may have used it to hold some wildflowers that she’d found.
Or to hide a crying child’s face when a stranger came around.
Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.
Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.

She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.
To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.
When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.
You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow.

She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside.
Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I’m sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.

I miss you Grandma…

And here is an amended version that had arrived in our mailbox and prompted our search for its author:

Grandma’s Apron
(author unknown)

When I used to visit Grandma. I was very much impressed,
by her all-purpose apron, and the power it possessed.
For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.
The strings were tied and freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.
She used it for a basket, when she gathered up the eggs,
and flapped it as a weapon, when hens pecked her feet and legs.
She used it to carry kindling when she stoked the kitchen fire.
And to hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.
She used it for a hot pad, to remove a steaming pan,
and when her brow was heated, she used it for a fan.
It dried our childish tears, when we’d scrape a knee and cry,
and made a hiding place when the little ones were shy.
Farm produce took in season, in the summer, spring and fall,
found its way into the kitchen from Grandma’s carry all.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I’m sure the apron she chose that day, was her Sunday best.

We traced that version back to a Canadian website in Saskatchewan, Alberta.

Grandma’s Apron is a hackneyed theme. Many other poems and stories on the world’s websites bear little or no resemblance to Tina’s poem. For instance, here’s a completely different poem with the same title, from C J Heck’s book, Barking Spiders and Other Such Stuff:

Grandma’s Apron
by C J Heck

Gramma’s gone, but not forgotten,
that’s her apron hanging there.
It still hangs in Grampa’s kitchen.
Sometimes he looks at it and stares.
When Gramma wore her apron
it was magical to see.
The pockets held such treasures
for the grandkids just like me.
Saw it shine up Grampa’s fender once
just as pretty as you please,
and it wiped my brother’s cheek off
one time when he sneezed.
It took cookies from the oven,
it rushed to wipe a tear,
got a grain of sand out of your eye,
made a lap for the stories we’d hear.
It wiped spills up from the counter top
when she was baking pies,
a symbol of her love and care
and it showed, too, in her eyes.
Sometimes I’m sad to look at it
when I see my Grampa stare.
Gramma’s gone, but not forgotten.
That’s her apron hanging there.

Born and raised in Ohio, C J Heck lives in Bedford, New Hampshire with her husband. She has three daughters and five grandsons. Her website says: “Besides fiction and non-fiction short stories, CJ writes poetry of all kinds — but her favorite will always be poetry for children from a child’s point of view.”

A Canadian website, RetirementWithAPurpose.com. has posted an interesting story headed Grandma’s Apron which concludes with this witticism:

Remember this: Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool; her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.

If you are the copyright holder of this poem and it was submitted by one of our users without your consent, please contact us at typographic@live.com

and we will be happy to remove it.

Source: http://www.openwriting.com/archives/2006/04/grandmas_apron_1.php

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Photographer Keiko

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Photographer Keiko

Photographer Keiko

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Photographer Keiko

Photographer Keiko

Photographer Keiko

Keiko Guest: Photographer at photo.net Keiko Guest is an Asian/African American fine art photographer and a former professional dancer. A celebrated dance photographer and former professional dancer, Keiko’s signature style evolves from a passion for capturing energy, essence and form – whether of dancers, in portraits or at weddings and events. Keiko Guest’s dramatic black and white photography series “Shadowdance” was showcased by The Lowe Gallery in Atlanta in the main galleries for their 18th Anniversary celebration and in month-long, multistory presentation in Atlanta’s Rialto Center for the Arts. The Shadowdance collection features black-and-white masterworks measuring up to four feet by seven feet; at the Lowe Gallery, the massive Genesis triptych was mounted alone across the fifty foot main gallery wall, with forty other prints on display. In 1996, Keiko was honored to be asked to photograph gymnasts from all over the world during the Summer Olympics in Atlanta. For thirty years, top media outlets have featured Keiko Guest’s photographs, including Dance Magazine, The Atlanta Journal-Constitution, Atlanta Magazine, Creative Loafing – as well as countless dance publications, programs and playbills. Keiko Guest’s work is in high demand in the performing arts community – she is a preferred photographer for The Actors Guide to the Southeast, The Alliance Theatre, the Atlanta Workshop Players and many Georgia dance companies, high schools and universities. Her credits include having served as company photographer for the Atlanta Ballet and the Atlanta Opera, and for the the “Make a Wish Foundation.” In addition to her dance and theatrical work, Keiko operates a thriving portrait and wedding studio in Atlanta: please visit us at keikoguestphotography.com. Shadowsdance is online here, as well as at: http://www.pbase.com/keikoguest http://keikoguestphotography.com/keikoguestfineartstart.htm http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&friendID=174870958&albumId=825252
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The Rise of a Planet by Taenaron doo7j2

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