pretty words

Aries - ephemeral, incipient, evanescent, frisson

Taurus - gossamer, sensuality, felicity, bucolic

Gemini - dulcet, loquacious, scintilla, vellichor

Cancer - imbroglio, mellifluous, demure, benevolence

Leo - serendipity, halcyon, lilt, ebullience

Virgo - imbrication, petrichor, nychthemeron, aurora

Libra - opulence, lissome, zephyr, acquiesce

Scorpio - ineffable, denouement, limerence, ensorcell

Sagittarius - labyrinthine, gambol, anemoia, sonder

Capricorn - penumbram, assiduous, ameliorate, panacea

Aquarius - iridescent, insouciance, dalliance, elysian

Pisces - ethereal, imbue, elixir, susurrous

—- Bucolic Winton, Central Victoria, FF action in 1978. Steve Moody’s Birrana F72 from Gerry Witenden’s F71-the first Birrana built. Then, i think, obscured David Earle’s Elfin and Ron Barnacle’s (or Don Bretland’s maybe) Va –


Gryphon O'Shea, Riccardo PianeAbel van Oeveren and Ko Grimmer
by Jeff Bark
FLAIR ITALIA December 2015

(1) Moschino (2) Dolce&Gabbana, Angels Costume London gorgiera
(3) Dolce&Gabbana, What Katie Did corset, Chrome Hearts accessories
(4) [left] Angels Costume London, [right] Moschino

Activists build a mini-Holocaust memorial outside German far-right politician’s house

[Image of the mini Holocaust memorial and the house]

A group of activists on Wednesday unveiled a replica of Berlin’s Holocaust Memorial secretly erected outside the home of a far-right AfD politician who has urged Germany to ‘stop atoning for Nazi guilt’.

With 24 large concrete slabs set up in a garden next to Bjorn Hoecke’s house, the art collective “Centre for Political Beauty” said it wanted to send a daily reminder of the World War II horrors that led to deaths of six million Jews.

“We are doing our neighbourly duty,” the group’s leader Philipp Ruch told the Frankfurter Rundschau newspaper. "We hope he enjoys the view every day when he looks out the window.“

The slabs are a smaller-sized replica of the famed Holocaust Memorial in Berlin, which consists of a solemn field of 2,700 grey blocks meant to evoke a cemetery.

Leading Alternative for Germany (AfD) member Hoecke provoked outrage in January when he labelled the tribute to the victims a "monument of shame in the heart of the capital” and urged Germans to focus less on their WWII guilt.

Ruch revealed that the protest group had secretly begun renting the property next door to Hoecke’s house in the bucolic central village of Bornhagen 10 months ago, in response to the controversial speech.

“He will now have to deal with the fact that he has neighbours who don’t consider the Holocaust Memorial a ‘monument of shame’, but who try to remember what had happened, to prevent it from happening again,” Ruch told the daily.

[Image of the large Holocaust memorial in the centre of Berlin. ]

The caption labelled this an edible masterpiece, and I can’t disagree! Whether it’s the rich shade of royal blue, the carefully-mastered strokes (brash and dainty) across the fondant, the delicate bucolic gold touches, and best of all, that sugar rose perched oh-so-gently at the tips of the top two tiers. This piece by Nadia & Co. is utter perfection, and so stately. I can only imagine how hard it is to cut into it during the cake cutting ceremony. For me? I’d rather preserve it, and bring it home.


The birth of Hermes

Maia, the shy Nymph-that’s how the hymn begins-never attended the gathering of the blissful gods. She lived in a shady cave. That’s where Zeus made love to her, in impenetrable night, while Hera was sleeping. Nobody knew about it, neither god, nor man. The will of Zeus was fulfilled. The tenth month the secret was revealed: Maia gave birth to a very cunning son, a foxy flatterer, thief and hunter of oxen, a dreamer that wandered during the nights. With his deeds he gained reputation among the gods. Born early in the morning, he played the lyre by midday and by the night he was already stealing the oxen of Apollo.
The Mythology of the Greeks”, Karl Kerenyi

Le Berger by Jean Cocteau, 1958.



Late on the evening of Sept. 20, 2015, Basim Razzo sat in the study of his home on the eastern side of Mosul, his face lit up by a computer screen. His wife, Mayada, was already upstairs in bed, but Basim could lose hours clicking through car reviews on YouTube: the BMW Alpina B7, the Audi Q7. Almost every night went like this. Basim had long harbored a taste for fast rides, but around ISIS-occupied Mosul, the auto showrooms sat dark, and the family car in his garage — a 1991 BMW — had barely been used in a year. There simply was nowhere to go.

The Razzos lived in the Woods, a bucolic neighborhood on the banks of the Tigris, where marble and stucco villas sprawled amid forests of eucalyptus, chinar and pine. Cafes and restaurants lined the riverbanks, but ever since the city fell to ISIS the previous year, Basim and Mayada had preferred to entertain at home. They would set up chairs poolside and put kebabs on the grill, and Mayada would serve pizza or Chinese fried rice, all in an effort to maintain life as they’d always known it. Their son, Yahya, had abandoned his studies at Mosul University and fled for Erbil, and they had not seen him since; those who left when ISIS took over could re-enter the caliphate, but once there, they could not leave — an impasse that stranded people wherever they found themselves. Birthdays, weddings and graduations came and went, the celebrations stockpiled for that impossibly distant moment: liberation.

(Basim Razzo’s home before the strike.) 

Next door to Basim’s home stood the nearly identical home belonging to his brother, Mohannad, and his wife, Azza. They were almost certainly asleep at that hour, but Basim guessed that their 18-year-old son, Najib, was still up. A few months earlier, he was arrested by the ISIS religious police for wearing jeans and a T-shirt with English writing. They gave him 10 lashes and, as a further measure of humiliation, clipped his hair into a buzz cut. Now he spent most of his time indoors, usually on Facebook. “Someday it’ll all be over,” Najib had posted just a few days earlier. “Until that day, I’ll hold on with all my strength.”

Sometimes, after his parents locked up for the night, Najib would fish the key out of the cupboard and steal over to his uncle’s house. Basim had the uncanny ability to make his nephew forget the darkness of their situation. He had a glass-half-full exuberance, grounded in the belief that every human life — every setback and success, every heartbreak and triumph — is written by the 40th day in the womb. Basim was not a particularly religious man, but that small article of faith underpinned what seemed to him an ineluctable truth, even in wartime Iraq: Everything happens for a reason. It was an assurance he offered everyone; Yahya had lost a year’s worth of education, but in exile he had met, and proposed to, the love of his life. “You see?” Basim would tell Mayada. “You see? That’s fate.

Basim had felt this way for as long as he could remember. A 56-year-old account manager at Huawei, the Chinese multinational telecommunications company, he studied engineering in the 1980s at Western Michigan University. He and Mayada lived in Portage, Mich., in a tiny one-bedroom apartment that Mayada also used as the headquarters for her work as an Avon representative; she started small, offering makeup and skin cream to neighbors, but soon expanded sales to Kalamazoo and Comstock. Within a year, she’d saved up enough to buy Basim a $700 Minolta camera. Basim came to rely on her ability to impose order on the strange and the mundane, to master effortlessly everything from Yahya’s chemistry homework to the alien repartee of faculty picnics and Rotary clubs. It was fate. They had been married now for 33 years.

Around midnight, Basim heard a thump from the second floor. He peeked out of his office and saw a sliver of light under the door to the bedroom of his daughter, Tuqa. He called out for her to go to bed. At 21, Tuqa would often stay up late, and though Basim knew that he wasn’t a good example himself and that the current conditions afforded little reason to be up early, he believed in the calming power of an early-to-bed, early-to-rise routine. He waited at the foot of the stairs, called out again, and the sliver went dark.

It was 1 a.m. when Basim finally shut down the computer and headed upstairs to bed. He settled in next to Mayada, who was fast asleep.

Some time later, he snapped awake. His shirt was drenched, and there was a strange taste — blood? — on his tongue. The air was thick and acrid. He looked up. He was in the bedroom, but the roof was nearly gone. He could see the night sky, the stars over Mosul. Basim reached out and found his legs pressed just inches from his face by what remained of his bed. He began to panic. He turned to his left, and there was a heap of rubble. “Mayada!” he screamed. “Mayada!” It was then that he noticed the silence. “Mayada!” he shouted. “Tuqa!” The bedroom walls were missing, leaving only the bare supports. He could see the dark outlines of treetops. He began to hear the faraway, unmistakable sound of a woman’s voice. He cried out, and the voice shouted back, “Where are you?” It was Azza, his sister-in-law, somewhere outside.

“Mayada’s gone!” he shouted.

“No, no, I’ll find her!”

“No, no, no, she’s gone,” he cried back. “They’re all gone!”

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Please do not remove the following!! From bowiewonderworld.com:
9th August 2014

”Artist/Illustrator ROB DE BANK has created a rather wonderful piece of DAVID BOWIE art.
Rob says: ‘I painted a young David Bowie (the Hunky-Dory years) leaving his Bucolic English Country Side Home. He is going for a Minstrel walk with his pipe and acoustic guitar, dressed like a Pre-Raphaelite androgynous Dandy.’

Rob De Bank, aka Patrick James is an artist-illustrator whose artwork has graced the fashion, advertising and entertainment scene for over 25 years.
Be sure to check out his website at robdebank.com and his Facebook pages for more of his fabulous work.
If you want to purchase signed limited edition prints, please message him for more information on FB.

(Ed. Just in case you thought David never smoked a pipe, you’d be wrong. He used a Bewlay…)”

The signs as nice words

Aries: Vitality, springtime, untiring, full of life, dynamic.

Taurus: folksy, rustic, of the earth, unyielding, yearning.

Gemini: airy, balmy, bellowing, pleasant, fickle.

Cancer: delicate, powerful, serene, of the sea, zealous.

Leo: fearless, unwavering, luminescent, spirited, radiant.

Virgo: bucolic, dreamy, astral, celestial, intuitive.

Libra: fluttery, harmonious, adored, exalted, enchanting.

Scorpio: luxurious, opulent,
protective, dignified, regal.

Sagittarius: vagrant, enigmatic, electric, astir, compelling.

Capricorn: abstract, deep thinking, mysterious, frugal, sensible.

Aquarius: ethereal, divine, intangible, heavenly, of the sky and stars.

Pisces: imaginative, quixotic, poetic, amorous, whimsical.

  • New #OUAT photos being shown on screen and I’m getting really jazzed about what I’m seeing (x)
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  • Hook is now a uniformed cop in Seattle when we see him again (x)
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