Monday, March 31, 2014
Rebekka in Nature
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Rebekka in Nature
Image by Stuck in Customs
Whenever I drive from my home to downtown Austin, I listen to a few podcasts. One of them is the TWIP (This Week in Photography) podcast, and they recently interviewed Rebekka from Iceland. I had been lucky enough to shoot with her before when I was there, so it was nice to take a little trip down memory lane. When we had met, she was just getting into knitting, and now it’s turned into this major business for her, besides her other artistic pursuits. If you visit her Flickr page, you can see a bunch of nice photos as well as some of her sweaters. Besides those, she also made this green scarf seen below (you can see her knitting it here al fresco). She makes each one by hand and they take about a month… she’ll make you one, but be sure to offer her 4x her normal rate just to make sure you get to the top of the list!
Anyway, while I was with her, we went out to this fjord area about 100km outside of Reykjavik. There were horses milling about, so we got out to do some exploring. At first I was surprised how tame the horses were around humans and how easy it was for Rebekka, who, hitherto was known only to me as the camera whisperer. I started going back through my photos from that trip, and I found this one to share with y’all.
One of her favorite things to do is jump in a car and go drive around Iceland to get lost. I like that so much too, that’s just what I did! Below the photo of Rebekka are a few shots from other fjords that knife into the meandering coastline and various places that kept me walking across the tundra as moody skies rolled in. She says she doesn’t take the raw beauty of Iceland for granted, and I believe her.
You can see the other images at my blog at: www.stuckincustoms.com/2009/02/25/rebekka-in-nature/
Turning the World Right Side Up
Image by Viewminder
2011 was an amazing year.
I’m always going to look back on the last year as one of the most exciting, inspired, influential and powerful years of my life.
It all seemed to just fly by so fast.
More than anything it was a year of love and growth and exploration.
Love and light seemed to be shining everywhere that I looked.
It was beautiful.
I really dug sharing it all with you.
After so many years it was time for me alone to determine the path and direction that I thought life should take.
It was a year of peace.
Good karma.
Kindness.
A year filled with a thousand wonderful conversations.
So many new friends.
Close friends.
Special friends.
Special close friends.
I’m not one to kiss and tell…
but I’ll tell you what…
no I won’t.
You wouldn’t believe me anyway.
I didn’t have any real resolutions coming into this year.
I mean…
I wanted to date twins…
from Sweden.
With rhyming names.
but it wasn’t like a ‘resolution’ or anything.
I just knew that I needed to work on myself.
You know I blew that one off though.
I’ll never change.
Besides… I was too busy doin’ stuff I love to do.
And I really like myself just the way I am.
I’ll get a gym membership in 2013.
And go once.
I kinda made one wish for a resolution at the end of 2010…
"It would be amazing if the entire human race could make for it’s whole self just one resolution for the new year…
A resolution to treat each other better."
I did all that I could do to pull my weight on that one.
I tried to bring out the love this year.
I saw a lot of other people doing that too.
There was a lot of love and kindness showin’ itself in 2011.
I did make a couple of predictions just before the New Year last year.
"2011 for me is going to be a year of great healing and calm, inspiration and productivity… I think it will be positive and structured in a way that 2010 never could have been."
It was.
"I could probably still be processing all of the lessons of 2010 way into 2011."
I did.
"2011… she’s gonna be so sweet on me."
She was.
Oh yeah.
When I close my eyes and think of 2011 she’s a Vargas girl.
A pinup.
Mmmmmmmhmmmmmmm.
Just like that only with less clothes.
And more attitude.
Curves in all the right places.
Then she calls me ‘Viewbaby’ and does that thing with her finger that means ‘c’mere.’
Uh-huh.
Looking back on 2011, I do not believe I’ve been in jail even once.
Handcuffs for a second…
but that was just a misunderstanding.
We cleared that up right away.
Although the cop didn’t find my ‘you’ve just been shot by the notorious Viewminder’ cards very funny when he found them in my pocket.
I guess he didn’t equate it with the big old Nikon on the hood of his car.
Even the near death experiences… though dramatic… were at a record low.
Maybe two?
That ‘cardiac event’ was some shit to watch on the monitor.
I never saw doctors argue about how messed up I was like that.
Just because you’re dyin’ don’t mean you can’t hear dudes.
My heart was goin’ haywire… the doctors are arguing about why… they’re shootin’ me up with steroids and stuff… and I was telling the nurse at the same time that if I focused hard enough I could get my heart to play ‘la coocarocha’ on the heart monitor.
That one scared the hell out of me.
Turns out that getting into a fight with four drunk guys is very conducive to bloodclots forming in places that they shouldn’t.
Like that tiny little vein at the bottom of your heart called the ‘widowmaker.’
I’m glad it wasn’t from the cheeseburgers.
I’m getting old.
I’m just gonna start running away from that crap.
Fights, not cheeseburgers.
Health insurance took some hits and I got my money’s worth there.
Vehicle insurance never had a claim.
Homeowners took care of me.
Man… it really was a good year.
I found myself in 2011.
I found my place in the world.
I found peace and happiness.
I found inspiration.
I wish I found a briefcase full of hundred dollar bills with a note inside it that said ‘Viewminder… enjoy this money and don’t feel guilty about it.’
Next year.
Watchin’ my little ones grow a year older was the real highlight of the year.
They are my center.
It’s nothin’ but pure love.
The very best kind.
My family’s always been there for me and the last year was no exception.
My journey through 2011 really taught me that if you take the time to really think about what’s the right way to live and you refine it down to principles and apply them that you can really go far.
A pocket full of principles that I came up with to apply to my own life really rocked the year.
Screw resolutions.
Principles.
I’m telling you.
So many people made me feel truly appreciated this year.
You are among them.
Unfortunately the Swedish twins with rhyming names were not.
There’s still three days left.
You know I’m an optimist.
‘Hej damer … du letar het ikväll … Vad säger du vi träffar bastun och dricka vodka och spela lite band Trivial Pursuit?’
I am blessed to be surrounded by people who have supported and encouraged me… egged me on… double dog dared me and otherwise propelled me to ‘just do it.’
You know I felt the love.
All of it.
And I sent it back out there too.
Like a ‘love hot potato.’
That feels good.
What a difference in a life that a year can make.
I might not have hit the gym…
but I worked on my soul.
And I got a lot done.
It was a great year.
I hope it was a great year for you too.
If it wasn’t…
Throw me a flickrmail and we’ll talk about it.
I’ve learned some things.
They might apply you never know.
I hope you and the ones that you love have the very best new year.
Let’s keep showin’ each other the love and try to help each other out as much as we can.
We’re all on the same journey.
Let’s make 2012 the most kick ass year yet.
Have a wonderful and safe love filled funfest of a new year my friends.
Love and light.
Lots of love and light.
raw steak, raw spinach
Image by micah rich
the sale is done for the weekend. most of the big stuff is gone, including my bed. which is why i’ve been sleeping on top of casey’s the past few days. not in, but on top. tomorrow, i’ll vacuum my incredibly dusty room and put in my airbed from boston. then, in the time when i’m not work-working, i’ll get to work building a very long desk that’ll run the length of my longest wall. i’m not sure how long it is, maybe 8 feet or something. i want a very long, very empty desk.
i randomly happened on some reading regarding the raw food diet & the evils of processed sugar. it makes so much sense, and i think i want to try it again. i’m scared, i don’t know why. but i’m pretty convinced that modern society at this point is a little ridiculous, and i’m pretty convinced that there’s better. i’m gonna ween into it.
it’s strange. i took out the trash tonight, and it’s been warm, but it was cooling off just then. and i looked up and saw some stars just peeking out, and the waning moon, that was slightly less saturated than the green, blue, orange sky. i thought,
"i’ll wake up tomorrow, late, by the working world’s standards. maybe i can take my laptop out to the back patio, and sit in the sun while i work. i don’t have a plan for tomorrow evening, but there are a handful of things i could do. decorate my room. start that garden. go for a bike ride."
and it occurred to me that i felt, finally, maybe for the first time since the beginning of highschool, like it was summertime. not summer, the semester between school & school, where i have to find a job so i can stay busy and make money and whatever. but summertime, where you take a book out and read it in the grass. or summertime, where you drive your car to the drive-in with a girl, or maybe go park it on a hill overlooking a lake, to watch the sun go down.
i’m not worried about money, now that i’m here. it might be selfish, but everyone’s agreeing that i’m making a smart decision. we’ve got enough money in the bank that our very modest salary for the next few months is already there. if we got no new business in those next few months, we’d still get paid. and we will get new business; we’re always coming up with new product ideas, and we’ve gotten a handful of interesting inquiries for client projects. we’re gonna be okay, definitely for at least the summertime. so i can get back to worrying when winter comes, but i hope that by then, this summertime mindset will be a permanent fixture.
Tags:nature, Rebekka
Nice Car Pictures Girls photos today
Some cool car pictures girls images today:
in the car on the way there….
Image by Marie the Bee
ben and I hit our 7-yr anniversary today… so naturally, to celebrate, we took audrey to see some snow! ben kept turning around to try to get pictures of her as she was sleeping…but she would hear him and wake up.
Tags:girls, Nice, photos, pictures, today
Nice Cars Girl photos today
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Nice Hot Cars And Girls photos
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IMG_2074
Image by BulaPhotography
Tags:Cars, girls, Nice, photos
HIN Honolulu 2014
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HIN Honolulu 2014
Image by CW Abas Photography
Car and Bike show at the Blaisdell Exhibition Hall in Honolulu, Hawaii.
HIN Honolulu 2014
Image by CW Abas Photography
Car and Bike show at the Blaisdell Exhibition Hall in Honolulu, Hawaii.
Tags:2014, Honolulu
Nice Hot Race Car Girls photos today
DSC_4475
A few nice sexy cars and girls images I found:
DSC_4475
Image by Winkelbohrer
Zürich Versicherung Girls mit Carrera Rennbahn
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Athens, Jun 2011 - 91
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Athens, Jun 2011 – 91
Image by Ed Yourdon
This was taken on Panepistimiou Avenue, one of the main streets in the center of Athens. It was right in front of the National Library, and just a couple blocks from the hotel where I stayed.
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When we hear the phrase "first impression," we tend to think of a person. Was the politician I recently voted for as inspiring when I heard his first speech as he was years later? (More so, sadly.) Was the girl that I married as beautiful at 13 as she was years later, in her twenties and thirties? (Yes, and yes.) Did Bob Dylan's Blowin' in the Wind send more of a shiver down my spine in 1963 than it did when I heard it drifting from a car radio 45 years later? (No. It stops me dead in my tracks every time I hear it.)
It's not just people that make first impressions on me. Cities do, too, perhaps because I encountered so many of them while my family moved every year throughout my childhood. Or perhaps it's because, after seeing so many cities that I thought were different in the United States, I was so completely unprepared for the wild variety of sights and sounds and smells that I encountered as a grown man, when I traveled to Europe and South America, to Africa and Asia and Australia. And even today, there are cities that I'm visiting for the first time, and which continue to take me by surprise.
Athens is one of those cities. I don't know what I was expecting… Something old, of course, something downright ancient, filled with smashed statues and marble columns like Rome, engraved with unreadable inscriptions in a language I never learned — but probably not as ancient as Cairo. Something hot and noisy and polluted and smelly, perhaps like Calcutta or the slums of Mumbai. Something gridlocked with noisy, honking traffic congestion, perhaps like Moscow.
What I didn't expect was the wide, nearly-empty highways leading from the airport into the city. I didn't expect the cleanliness of the tree-lined streets that ran in every direction. I did expect the white-washed buildings and houses that climbed the hills that surround the city — but the local people told me that buildings in Athens were positively gray compared to what I would have seen if I had stayed longer and ventured out to the Greek islands.
I also didn't expect the graffiti that covered nearly every wall, on every building, up and down every street. They were mostly slogans and phrases in Greek (and therefore completely unintelligible to me), but with occasional crude references in English to IMF bankers, undercover policemen, a politician or two, and the CIA. There were a couple slogans from the Russian revolution of 1917, from the Castro uprising in Cuba, and even from the American revolution ("united we stand, divided we fall.")
Naturally, I thought all of this had come about in just the past few months, as Greece has wrestled with its overwhelming financial crisis. But I was told by local citizens that much of the graffiti has been around for quite a bit longer than that – just as it has been in cities like New York and London. Some of it was wild and colorful, with cartoon figures and crazy faces … though I don't think it quite rises to the level of "street art" that one sees in parts of SoHo, Tribeca, and the East Village in New York. What impressed me most about the graffiti in Athens was its vibrant energy; I felt like the artists were ready to punch a hole through the walls with their spray-cans.
These are merely my own first impressions; they won't be the same as yours. Beyond that, there are a lot of facts, figures, and details if one wants to fully describe a city like Athens. Its recorded history spans some 3,400 years, and it includes the exploits of kings and generals, gods and philosophers, athletes and artists. There are statues and columns and ruins everywhere; and towering above it all is the breath-taking Acropolis. It's far too rich and complex for me to describe here in any reasonable way; if you want to know more, find some books or scan the excellent Wikipedia summary.
It's also hard to figure out what one should photograph on a first visit to a city like Athens. It's impossible not to photograph the Acropolis, especially since it's lit at night and visible from almost every corner of the city. I was interested in the possibility of photographing the complex in the special light before dawn or after sunset, but it's closed to visitors except during "civilized" daytime hours. It's also undergoing extensive renovations and repair, so much of it is covered in scaffolding, derricks, and cranes. In the end, I took a few panorama shots and telephoto shots, and explored the details by visiting the new Acropolis Museum, with the camera turned off.
Aside from that, the photos you'll see here concentrate on two things: my unexpected "first impression" of the local graffiti, and my favorite of all subjects: people. In a couple cases, the subjects are unmistakably Greek – Greek orthodox priests, for example – and in a couple cases, you might think you were looking at a street scene in São Paulo or Mexico City. But in most of the shots, you'll see examples of stylish, fashionable, interesting people that don't look all that much different from the people I've photographed in New York, London, Rome, or Paris. Maybe we can attribute that to the homogenization of fashion and style in today's interconnected global environment. Or maybe we can just chalk it up to the fact that people are, well … interesting … wherever you go.
In any case, enjoy. And if you get to Athens yourself, send me some photos of your own first impressions.
Grace Demonstrates Biking Safety
Image by Wootang01
The bus ride from Shenzhen to Enping was long, like watching a freight train chug by, except it doesn’t. We had to have been on that bus for seven hours, sometimes napping, and at times, staring out our windows, looking at a world standing still. Traffic was not only a nightmare, but also a mystery, for as many instances in which we could plainly see another egregiously bad vehicular accident, that which has become commonplace, ubiquitous in Chinese travel culture, there were other inexplicable stops in movement, when all of a sudden, as though finishing a swift countdown, our speed dropped so precipitously as to let out a collective lurch, if not in body, then definitely in mind. Calvin, thankfully, in his perspicacity, in his wide-angled, unique view of things, saw beyond the myriad vehicles which lay unmoving as if rocks on a dry riverbed; view the periphery, he bade us, and when we looked to the edges of the road, indeed we witnessed the most peculiar instigator of traffic congestion in the world – men en masse pissing on the side of the road! Men taking leaks creates a domino effect; that one sees another enjoying the relief of an unburdened, easy bladder, so seductive a yoke, that the only retort to the entreaty of this blissful state is to join in with abandon, and impunity. And so soon as the last few shakes are made, back into the cars do these men go, and a few hasty minutes later, traffic flows again!
Mike wanted to stop at a village, so we exchanged an increasingly crowded highway for a narrow, cement road, on which we ventured into the dense verdure. Having reached an impasse in the road soon thereafter, and not knowing how to advance further, to actually enter the village proper, we saw two lovely young ladies saddling a moped, motoring towards us. They then suddenly broke, and turned off our path and onto a dirt one which squeezed through two homes as though a mouse through its diminutive hole – that was our key. We greeted them as the girls turned their heads, offering us inquisitive, yet gentle looks. They would be our guides into town.
Blue showed me around her neighborhood. Together we walked along bumpy corridors and peered through open windows, beyond flitting cobwebs, to lay eyes on rooms where nowadays only impenetrable shadows repose. She and I examined the perfunctory red banners which framed each door in the village, and subsequently hit it off when I began inquiring into the nature of those two swarthy demons who hung menacingly before the closed doors, their gazes insidiously wild, drunk with rage, perhaps. Indeed later, in the quietude of a sunset raining down on us, while standing by ourselves in front of the village hall, I finally shared my faith with her, and in return she declared the lack of her own – her cousin and older sister, however, do know Jesus, she said, which verily warmed my heart, if not hers.
We left the village with much rapidity, but not before I blessed and encouraged Blue’s cousin, in whose arms a smiling babe lay, and received joyfully a delectable departing gift: mysterious, "Blue Cookies" (the official Chinese name is 艾糍), whose mottled, homely complexion would disgust if not for the sweetness (an amalgam of sugar, peanuts and herbs) buried inside, a treasure which would be discovered again and again on our tour.
The food around Enping epitomizes, I believe, Guangdong cuisine: inexpensive and egregiously non-spicy. For what they lack in price and incendiary acidity, however, these dishes more than compensate with copious amounts of oil, salt and sugar, mixed together for a tantalizing effect on the taste buds. Our group was fortunate enough to have frequented several Guangdong-style dai pai dongs whose victuals both nourished our bodies and replenished our wallets – it’s amazing to consider how 0RMB can feed 15 ravenous, cantankerous-when-hungry Christian bikers. In fact, the feasting grew exponentially more enjoyable as journey progressed, as our two primary orderers began to refine their culinary acuity, accurately predicting what would invigorate and excite our collective palate; it helped, too, that our utensils were pretty clean for Chinese standards!
Our first evening, we secured accommodations in a building that was not so much a hotel, or even a motel, as a grey, dry concrete edifice in which hardwood beds were arrayed neatly in each room; the spartan conditions dismayed some, including myself, at first. However, thankfulness trumped peevishness, and the realization that, in the middle of nowhere, we had mosquito nets to ward off the inexorable squad of mozzies, and one bathroom with boiling water for a very, very scalding shower was more than enough to placate everyone, especially after a hard day of riding. Besides, austerity succors the soul. We even managed to sleep pretty soundly without mattresses. In my somnolent state, I only remember shifting desperately maybe six, or seven times. It was a good night, and a bargain at only 15RMB per person!
On the second day our group dared to test itself on an unknown avenue. Consequently, we were spared the sonorous alarms of gigantic, indomitable trucks and instead subjected ourselves to the vicissitudes of off-road biking, whose soundtrack, undoubtedly for the day, was provided by an orchestra of buzzing cicadas, accompanied, at times, by the rumbling tympani of motorbikes. Oh, the countryside was lush, beautiful verdure all around – a feast for the romantic soul. Yet, for one of my companions, the environment was anything but endearing, for her adeptness at handling the desultory trail, she surely felt, was more chaotic than controlled. She persevered, nonetheless, pushing through her disconsolation to conquer the race marked out for her; such tenacity that only the Father could supply; and that left me thoroughly impressed.
At lunchtime, the evangelization effort began in earnest. It started innocently enough, as I asked a group of girls about the secondary school down the dusty road from our restaurant. Then, on cue, the Spirit, whose pacing can only be described as frenetic, whose rhythm is beyond my comprehension, overwhelmed and took over. Leanne and I brought those three girls to Christ; while Tim was assiduously preaching by our side to a band of boys who had gathered to look on; and behind us, ah Cheung had cajoled five boys to form a circle, hand in hand, for prayer. Many people came to know Jesus that hour. There was undoubtedly some serious fire falling down on us!
We made a pit stop at the Tam clan village. It was another bucolic community, replete with idling boys, young and old, and those two duplicitous demons standing watch from steady doors, which, it appeared, held together together the ramshackle walls beside them. An electricity meter evinced the reality of life in the village, of a living community that flows flittingly in and out of the houses as though cats leaping over canals; because I for one couldn’t see how hundreds of people somehow resided inside those homes when I couldn’t spot a single one during my brief tour of the grounds. In the open, by our bikes, there were conspicuous signs of life, however. I was standing in the sun, letting its warm rays melt on my skin, when a young man, not even twenty, approached and asked me about our intents and purposes on what was once such a dull afternoon. His curiosity got the better of me, and together we broached a conversation in faith. Simon joined us, and although he whom I named Henry, told us in his obstinacy that he depends on himself alone, I feel as though a small seed of faith was still planted within him. May it bloom at the appointed time when he most needs it.
At last, inside the unlit store where we shared our gleaming hopes and fantastic dreams, Simon and I noticed, to our surprise and delight, two blackboards on which the shopkeeper had written the alphabet, for English as well as for Putonghua (Pinyin). Besides the letters, numbers too had been painstakingly etched into the board, each meticulous stroke perfectly formed. So they ironically were learning that which continues to elude their more economically mobile brethren in Hong Kong, despite their most humble upbringing. I encouraged Henry to pursue this knowledge, since, as the cliche most rightly states, English – and Putonghua, these days – opens up a world of opportunity.
China, it seems to me, is one interminable housing start being carried on the shoulders of giants. Behemoths, really, an armada of green and blue dump trucks, on whose backs are the physical manifestation of the hopes and dreams of billions – timber; stone; and coal – were an inescapable part of our three-day trek. They blew passed us, literally, horns afire; and if you stared into the eyes of the drivers high above on those mechanized elephants, you would see the glee with which they pounded both the road and the eardrums of those unwitting peons foolish enough to be nearby. China – and China Mobile, whose stores we uncovered even in the most remote suburb, might I add! – still has much growth left, and the transportation and infrastructure industries, I’m sure, shall assiduously work to keep it that way. My recommendation: keep investing in China.
Visiting the hot springs had been on our agenda since the inception of the trip. We eventually had our chance the second evening, when we raced down a wending hill to our hotel – a real hotel. Our excitement reverberated in the air, crackling with laughter and shouting. Choosing to swim first and foremost, we left dinner to wait and hurried across the street. The resort was packed with other like-minded people, dressed in swimming costumes that should have left more to the imagination; the temperature of the pool water varied, from tepid in one enclosure to skin-searing in another; and for one marvelous hour, we swam and frolicked like little children again, delighting in some wet fun, a suitable reward for one more arduous day spent on the dusty, dry land.
We capped the end of a successful day with a bang. The girls, oddly enough, were furtive pyromaniacs in our midst, longing in secret to raid the fireworks shop at the base of the hotel. So after our meal, they raced into the cool evening air and we could only endeavor to follow them in their explosive folly. Inside the store, all sorts of bombastic devices were on display, from the unwieldy, block of (Chicago) bull to the sleek spears adorning the wall whose warheads, no doubt, could just so easily take out a few eyes as mercilessly rip the pitch black from the wall of night sky. The ladies suffered to leave no type of firework untouched by the flame, quickly purchasing an arsenal of rainbow-inducing rockets and slim sparklers to make any pyrotechnic maven proud. Outside we went. At length, the bombs burst in the air, and laughter abound so much as we watched the brilliance of Chinese engineering on display. With the girls’ scintillating stock depleted, we finally collected ourselves, and headed upstairs for one more day of wonderment.
There was one last village to visit before we reached our final destination of Enping city. As we sped into the shanty community, we knew something was amiss because unlike our other entrances into villages, during which residents would emerge in droves to glimpse us, it seemed as though these villagers preferred the comfort of their own veiled homes to the company of a few, ebullient strangers. It was an ominous setting in which we found ourselves, one characterized by inhabitants rather mistrustful than gregarious, and affable. Nonetheless, we dispersed to share kindness and mercy. To that end, I approached a young lady, a mere 25-years old, who had her three-month old boy on her shoulder and her three-year old son – who was without pants, might I add, preferring to wave them in the air like a terrible towel – by her side. We spoke briefly about her hopes and dreams, which, she says, rest in the well-being of her sons; and then Leanne and I blessed her. That was the end of our village experience in China.
To be around people who sharpen you as iron sharpens iron, that verily is a joy. The villagers were simple, warm and welcoming; my teammates were jocular, presumptuous and faithful; and I, in the midst of this confluence, this mosaic of personalities, philosophies, hopes and dreams, could only seek to love, especially in one of my more pensive moments. The trip tested my patience and tolerance, my ability to accept others for who they are – each a flawed creature like myself. Ultimately, so much as we seek the men of peace everywhere we go, we individually must become men of peace too. A true disciple of Jesus runs that race, and appreciates His grace, which shall always be enough in this life.
Tags:2011, Athens
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Nice Hot Cars photos today
A few nice hot cars images I found:
Demonica
Image by rustman
Billetproof 2007
2007.09.15
Antioch Fairgrounds, California
Whitewalls
Image by rustman
Billetproof 2007
2007.09.15
Antioch Fairgrounds, California
Rockabilly day Evergem 2010
Image by Pooru no shashin
Go there to find out more
www.rockabillyday.be
Pinstriping Pascal De Jonghe
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The Sad Fate of the Male of the Species
A few nice small cars for girls images I found:
The Sad Fate of the Male of the Species
Image by Boogies with Fish
www.messersmith.name/wordpress/2010/08/02/the-sad-fate-of…
As soon as we arrived up at the house at Blueblood on Sunday, my sharp-eyed mate, Mike Cassell told me of an impending natural event that I would not want to miss. He guided me to the front of the house where a large female spider had built her web. A small male on the make was cautiously walking around her. We watched him circle the female several times. The tension in the air was intense.
Here’s a shot of the hapless fellow checking the scene:
Well, we all know how this is going to end, don’t we? All except the poor male spider. This takes me back to high-school. I was that most unusual combination of a slightly geeky guy with a truly boss set of wheels. This confused the girls. I was called "cute" which is the last word a guy wants to hear in a verbal description of him. Oh, how they loved the car, an Austin Heally. Many a cruise ended with, "Thanks for the ride. You’re cute." Grrrrrrr . . . And no phone number.
My problems were a picnic compared the the nasty surprise that this little guy has in store.
Here he is chatting her up. His palps are quivering and his forelegs are vibrating like crazy. One can almost detect the faint spider talk, "Hey baby, lookin’ for a good time?":
Sadly, nobody has told him that this is a very poor pick-up line for a male spider to use. The problem is that it implies dinner and there is only one item on the menu.
About this time I blew the lunch trumpet. Really. We have an old bugle there at the house.
During lunch we discussed matters of more import, specifically, how to get Eunie out of the country as quickly as possible down to Cairns for a thorough medical exam. I have decided, after much internal debate, that I’m going to go with her. We’re not expecting anything dramatic. It looks for the moment that the worst outcome might be to stick in one of those little clipper-snipper things through a hole the size of your pinkie and yank out her gall bladder. She is looking pretty yellow. Up until this morning I was still thinking that I would just be in the way and it costs a bundle and who’s going to take care of things here at the office and blah, blah, blah, one "reason" after the other to act "responsibly".
Then, this morning, I got my head screwed on straight. Where do you belong when your spouse is sick? Duh! I’m going to Cairns. Everything else can take care of itself. Hey, if I dropped dead in my chair right now, the world would go on, eh? (At least I think it would, but that gets into a philosophical discussion for which I’m not prepared at the moment. Maybe later. It will be fun.)
Anyway, let’s get back to the drama of the spider and her unfortunate lover. (That would make a good title for a novel – The Unfortunate Lover.) *
What we did not know was that the spider love fest had already reached its conclusion and the female was enjoying her lunch:
Clicking on this will reveal a quite graphic view of the lady spider devouring her former mate.
Well, if I had the time today, I could do a few paragraphs of allegorical humor and anecdotal musings connecting this to the existential value of maleness. I mean, really, how many of us do you need? How big do we need to be? Do we require brains at all? Should anybody care a whit what we think? Much of nature zips along quite nicely with none of the mess of males casting about for means to perpetuate their macho selves and fouling the air with testosterone fumes.
Food for another post.
There is a terrific potential bonfire stacked up on the beach. This spot attracts a lot of driftwood. We will probably start dragging it up on higher ground soon so that it can be well dried so that we can have have a huge fire at Christmas time. For a little stress relief, I decided to take a couple of pictures:
An interesting thing in this shot is the green sand. The sand itself is not really green. It is covered by a thin film of algae.
As a tip of the hat to the possible discovery of US0,000,000 worth of Ansel Adams glass plate negatives (which I can’t wait to see!) I decided to do another shot in monochrome.
I think that I like it better.
*nbsp; There is a poem by Andrew Marvel bearing that title. After a couple of read-throughs, I decided that I didn’t understand a single word. I did a little checking on the web. I don’t feel so bad now, because it seems that nobody else understands it either. I’m feeling much better about my own poems now.
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This photo has a small story: We were in a parking looking for our car, suddenly julia moved into the street and a car was coming. I shouted Julia. Exactly at the same moment I heard another women yelling JULIA…her daughter was also in the middle of the street. Then I saw this signal on the pavement with the small footprints and i thought…surely it was a girl named julia the ones responsible for this little mess.
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You know Miami stripper Skrawberry for her rap skills, her political commentary, and of course, her sexy moves on the pole. Now, you’ll also know her for her sound advice. In this weekly column, Skraw responds to readers’ questions about life, love, and beyond. Got a question for Skraw? Hit her up at skrawberry@miaminewtimes.com.
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Skrawberry’s Guide to Love, Loss, and Proper Spelling … Cultist – Miami’s Culture Blog …
By Cultist Wed., Nov. 28 2012 at 12:42 PM
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You know Miami stripper Skrawberry for her rap skills, her political commentary, and of course, her sexy moves on the pole. Now, you’ll also know her for her sound advice. In this weekly column, Skraw responds to readers’ questions about life, love, and beyond. Got a question for Skraw? Hit her up at skrawberry@miaminewtimes.com.
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Skrawberry,
How do I let go emotionally of a man? He’s the only man I ever loved. BAD. Perfect for me.
I lost him cuz of my medalin, stalkin’ ex — he couldn’t let go, and my new man cuddent take no more of the drama. I don’t blame him — I wooda been out, too. We both are humble. So he pushed me away — HARD — and put some hope in the air like"not now."
But I want him now. He could say no wrong about me. My pillow be filled with tears at times, and I think about him every morning, first thing on my mind. I been tryin’ to do my thing, but it makes it worse because these other men can’t eat pussy, can’t f*ck, can’t make love. They ain’t real — they just LAME, and it makes me miss him more.
I’m determined to do me. I can really enjoy my freedom, but I wanna feel happy again too. Plus I think about looking him up in the future. Only time will tell — but wood you?
Hung Up
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Skrawberry’s Guide to Baby Daddy Drama
By Cultist Wed., Nov. 14 2012 at 2:18 PM Write Comment
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You know Miami stripper Skrawberry for her rap skills, her political commentary, and of course, her sexy moves on the pole. Now, you’ll also know her for her sound advice. In this weekly column, Skraw responds to readers’ questions about life, love, and beyond. Got a question for Skraw? Hit her up at skrawberry@miaminewtimes.com.
Dear Skrawberry,
I think I have "The Baby Daddy Blues!" It seems as if I’m a magnet for men with children and I don’t really like it. I’ve been told that the rule for dating men with children is, if a man’s children are 5 years or older, they’re safe to date, and any numbers under that, they’re still dating their baby’s mom. The reason I’m really apprehensive about it is because I dated this guy a few years back that had two children which he claimed were 3 and 1 years old, and he swore he and his baby mother were done. Come to find out, this guy actually had two kids from one baby mom and a whole other baby mom that had been pregnant while he was dating me! I don’t know how he managed. I should’ve known something when he couldn’t keep his junk hard. That was straight drama!
So, I need your help and insight. What’s Skraw’s rules on dating men with a child or children? Because these days it’s one of the three: no car, extensive criminal record, or kids!
Signed,
Baby Blues
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Skrawberry’s Guide to Being an Independent Woman
By Cultist Wed., Nov. 7 2012 at 9:56 AM Write Comment
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You know Miami stripper Skrawberry for her rap skills, her political commentary, and of course, her sexy moves on the pole. Now, you’ll also know her for her sound advice. In this weekly column, Skraw responds to readers’ questions about life, love, and beyond. Got a question for Skraw? Hit her up at skrawberry@miaminewtimes.com.
Hey Skraw,
I’m in a relationship right now with a dude who has to be the sweetest and most gentle guy in the world. He treats me damn good and the sex is off the chain. But the problem is financial — he ain’t keeping me happy. He has a good 9-5 job, and he is taking care of his mom and son. But damn, I got needs too. I’m used to getting my hair and nails done every two weeks. I’m used to getting new cars every six months and going on trips, getting stacks just to go shopping. All that I got from my past, but that dude cheated on me, beat me, even had another baby on me. I prayed to God asking him to send me a good man, and two years later he did. I mean, I love my man, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I catch myself thinking back. I really don’t wanna ruin my relationship. Have you ever been in a situation like this? How can I let go of the past?
High Maintenance
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Skrawberry’s Guide to Friends With Benefits
By Cultist Wed., Oct. 17 2012 at 9:00 AM 5 Comments
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You know Miami stripper Skrawberry for her rap skills, her political commentary, and of course, her sexy moves on the pole. Now, you’ll also know her for her sound advice. In this weekly column, Skraw responds to readers’ questions about life, love, and beyond. Got a question for Skraw? Hit her up at skrawberry@miaminewtimes.com.
Hi Skrawberry,
I’m in a situation and hoping you can help. I’ve always been good friends with lots of guys but this is the first time I’ve ever had a "friends with benefits" situation. I don’t wanna fuck it up, because he’s a good man, but neither him or me wants to settle down right now.
So how do I keep it cool so it’s not awkward and so I don’t ruin our friendship?
Friends With Benefits
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Skrawberry’s Guide to Curing Long-Term Relationship Bed Death
By Cultist Thu., Oct. 11 2012 at 7:38 AM 1 Comment
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You know Miami stripper Skrawberry for her rap skills, her political commentary, and of course, her sexy moves on the pole. Now, you’ll also know her for her sound advice. In this weekly column, Skraw responds to readers’ questions about life, love, and beyond. Got a question for Skraw? Hit her up at skrawberry@miaminewtimes.com.
Dear Skrawberry,
Let me start off by saying I love reading your blog. You keep it real, and you keep me entertained. But anyway, down to my dilemma. I have been with my boyfriend for over six years, and I am suddenly starting to lose interest in having sex with him. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to go out and have sex with anyone else, but it’s just boring. When we do have sex, it seems as if he is more concerned with satisfying himself. I have expressed this to him a few times, and he’ll try to do something different maybe once, but then it’s back to BORING.
Now, I feel like part of the problem has to do with porn. There’s no romance, he just wants to "get off." He watches a lot of porn, and I feel like it’s taking his sex life away from what is real. I like having passionate, steamy, hot sex with my man and I like trying different things. But when he’s looking at porn all day, at home and at work, I feel like he’s not giving me his all, and our sex life is becoming stale, like a bag of potato chips. For me it has gotten to the point where I just don’t want to have sex with him at all, seriously.
Sincerely,
Losing Interest
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Skrawberry’s Guide to Letting Your Husband Love Strip Clubs
By Cultist Wed., Oct. 3 2012 at 10:40 AM Write Comment
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You know Miami stripper Skrawberry for her rap skills, her political commentary, and of course, her sexy moves on the pole. Now, you’ll also know her for her sound advice. In this weekly column, Skraw responds to readers’ questions about life, love, and beyond. Got a question for Skraw? Hit her up at skrawberry@miaminewtimes.com.
Hey Skraw,
I’ve been married to my husband for a couple years now. I’m a relatively attractive woman — I’m not a knockout, but I’m in shape and not a troll or anything — and I think we have a good sex life. Things are generally good between us; we have our ups and downs but that’s marriage.
I found out lately that my husband has been going to strip clubs when I’m not around. Now, I am fine with the club for other people, and I totally respect strippers, so I hope you don’t take me the wrong way. But it really bothers me that my husband is spending his free time and money in these places! First of all, I’m wondering why he’s keeping it a secret from me, like he’s doing something dirtier than just throwing some dollar bills around. And second, it makes me wonder what he’s looking for from strippers that he’s not getting from me. He has a woman who loves and lusts after him 24-7 for free, so why does he have to go out and pay for it on the side?
We’ve fought about it, and I’ve tried to ignore it, but I can’t stop thinking about it. What should I do?
Worried Wife
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Skrawberry’s Guide to Moving In With Your Man
By Cultist Wed., Sep. 26 2012 at 12:00 PM 4 Comments
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You know Miami stripper Skrawberry for her rap skills, her political commentary, and of course, her sexy moves on the pole. Now, you’ll also know her for her sound advice. In this weekly column, Skraw responds to readers’ questions about life, love, and beyond. Got a question for Skraw? Hit her up at skrawberry@miaminewtimes.com.
Dear Skrawberry,
Me and my boyfriend have been dating for almost a year and two months. We’ve been talking about moving in together. He’s only a little over two years older than me, yet so many people are making it out to be a big deal.
It’s not like he abuses me or treats me badly — if anything, it’s the exact opposite of that. He always wants to do things for me. He treats me like a princess and I love it. But we know that moving in together really is a big thing. I feel like I’m ready to do it, but I want to make sure he is. I wanna know if he’s truly comfortable with moving in with me, but I dont wanna sound pushy like, "Hey, are you sure? Are you sure? Are you absolutely positive?" So how can I be sure?
Moving With My Baby
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Skrawberry’s Guide to Fighting Off Your Girlfriend’s Cougar Mom
By Cultist Wed., Sep. 19 2012 at 12:00 PM 3 Comments
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You know Miami stripper Skrawberry for her rap skills, her political commentary, and of course, her sexy moves on the pole. Now, you’ll also know her for her sound advice. In this weekly column, Skraw responds to readers’ questions about life, love, and beyond. Got a question for Skraw? Hit her up at skrawberry@miaminewtimes.com.
Dear Skrawberry,
I’ve been with my girl about a year and she introduced me to her parents when they came to visit a couple months ago. I guess it was good because they liked me … but her mother liked me a little too much! She was creeping around the whole time, trying to get me alone, acting like she was going to seduce me! And then of course acting like nothing happened when my girlfriend was around! I could breathe a lot easier after they went back home!
But now my girlfriend wants me to go with her to visit for Thanksgiving, because I never said anything to her about any of it. I know if I go there I’m gonna end up in an uncomfortable situation. Or maybe even worse! So what do I do? I’m nervous to tell my girl about her mother, because what if she doesn’t believe me? But I don’t know how else to get out of this trip.
Cougar Bait
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Skrawberry’s Guide to Making Your Own Sex Tape
By Cultist Wed., Sep. 12 2012 at 2:00 PM Write Comment
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You know Miami stripper Skrawberry for her rap skills, her political commentary, and of course, her sexy moves on the pole. Now, you’ll also know her for her sound advice. In this weekly column, Skraw responds to readers’ questions about life, love, and beyond. Got a question for Skraw? Hit her up at skrawberry@miaminewtimes.com.
Dear Skrawberry,
My girlfriend’s pretty shy, but she lately said she’d be down to make a sex tape. You know I wanna jump on that! But I don’t wanna fuck it up, because who knows if she’ll do it again. So do you have any advice on how to make it?
Cameraready
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Skrawberry’s Guide to Forgiving Your Cheating Boyfriend
By Cultist Wed., Sep. 5 2012 at 12:00 PM 2 Comments
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You know Miami stripper Skrawberry for her rap skills, her political commentary, and of course, her sexy moves on the pole. Now, you’ll also know her for her sound advice. In this weekly column, Skraw responds to readers’ questions about life, love, and beyond. Got a question for Skraw? Hit her up at skrawberry@miaminewtimes.com.
Hey Skrawberry!
I was wondering your take on boyfriends who cheat. I’ve known my boyfriend for over 10 years and we have been together for four. Found out last year he cheated on me. Went through a horrible breakup and apologies and him promising he wasn’t thinking straight and it won’t ever happen again.
But I wanted to know your opinion on cheaters. Can they really change, or is it really true that once a cheater always a cheater?
Thanks,
Hoping Change Is Possible
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Published on Jun 27, 2012
01. 00:00 "She Loves You"
02. 02:19 "Love Me Do"
03. 04:38 "I Want to Hold Your Hand"
04. 07:05 "Can’t Buy Me Love"
05. 09:17 "A Hard Day’s Night"
06. 11:50 "I Feel Fine"
07. 14:09 "Eight Days a Week"
08. 16:55 "Ticket to Ride"
09. 20:05 "Help!"
10. 22:24 "Yesterday"
11. 24:29 "We Can Work It Out"
12. 26:45 "Paperback Writer"
13. 29:03 "Penny Lane"
14. 32:05 "All You Need Is Love"
15. 35:55 "Hello, Goodbye"
16. 39:23 "Hey Jude" (Edited)
17. 44:32 "Get Back"
18. 47:45 "Come Together"
19. 52:02 "Let It Be"
20. 55:53 "The Long and Winding Road"
From: Doctor Ebbett’s Vinyl Transfer… Enjoy!
Twenty years after the Beatles released their first single in the UK (Love Me Do), Capitol and Parlophone commemorated the event with the compilation called 20 Greatest Hits. Three different track lists were produced: for the UK and U.S. markets, and a third for "Europe." The reasoning was that the selection of the twenty greatest Beatles hits varied from market to market, as not all singles were released in all countries. This would be the last LP in the discography of the Beatles to have different versions for the U.S. and the UK. The release dates were October 11, 1982 in the US and October 18, 1982 in Britain.
This compilation sold reasonably well, but did not pass number 50 in the U.S. or number 10 in the UK. Beatles historians took this as an indication that this British rock-band phenomenon of the 1960′s had finally been supplanted by newer trend setters in popular music. They had joined the nostalgic, "Oldies" category for good.
The U.S. and European versions of the LP include a trimmed-down version of Hey, Jude (to 5:05). The version in the UK and the releases on cassette in all markets kept the original, 7:11 track. The U.S. version also was distributed in Canada, in spite of the fact that Can’t Buy Me Love only went to number 3 there, and two number one hits, All My Loving and This Boy, are not on the record.
Ten of the twenty greatest hits appear on all three versions of the record. In comparison with the UK track listing, the U.S./Canada version has 14 songs in common. Six from the UK release were omitted: The Ballad of John and Yoko, Day Tripper, Don’t Let Me Down, Eleanor Rigby, From Me to You, and Yellow Submarine. In their place appears: Hello–Goodbye, I Feel Fine, Ticket to Ride, Penny Lane, Come Together and Get Back. The European track list has 15 tracks in common with the UK version, and omits the following six: Don’t Let Me Down, Eight Days a Week, Let It Be, The Long and Winding Road and Yesterday. In their place the European LP inserted: Get Back, Hello–Goodbye, I Feel Fine, Lady Madonna, and Ticket to Ride.
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Bronica SQ-Ai / Zenzanon-PS 80/f2.8 / Ilford Delta 100
2008/01/03
日本、東京、新宿
awesome old car. owned by a dandy foreigner, picking up a hot mini skirt girl, mostly for show off I guess.
See where this picture was taken. [?]
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Cool Hot Girl Car images today
Check out these hot girl car images today:
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Grid Girl Madison
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Friday, March 28, 2014
Nice Hot Cars With Girls photos
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sky day 4
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today i listened to music and worked on my next zine, another personal/comic zine, all day long. i think i’m going to call it "the world is all mangoes", as it is issue number 2 of my fruit comic per-zines. i’m hoping for it to be 40 pages, 40 i’m proud of anyway. the order of fruits. yes. last year i made three zines total, but only two ended up being copied. one was just… too personal. you know. anyway, i had a dream about my old friend chase last night, which i wrote about, and my old friend matt talked to me a lot today. it was wonderful because we did not talk about anything sad, we just talked about golden countrysides and hot car rides and songs that make us feel relaxed and reassured and i realized that i miss him, i miss playing guitar with him and talking about books and how we sometimes/always wish we were animals, animals that aren’t humans anyway. i forgot how smart and kind he is. i’m going to mail him tomorrow. it feels good to keep my hair messy and wear ugly, maroon sweaters four sizes too large and write whatever i want because i know no one will ever read it and no one will ever see it. it is like the last two songs i have written on guitar, i write whatever lyrics i want because i will never play them for anybody but anna and i know she will never judge a word that i say. she will just look at me and say, "oh, maureen…" with a sad look on her face and hug me and then i will make her a snack, usually egg and tomato sandwich or sliced apples with nutella, and we will study for class. i miss her, too. i like the way i look today, i like the way i look most days, which is usually a bit goofy and ever since i became single, a little bit aloof or disconnected, this is perhaps due to what aaron says, he says that i am never where i am at anymore. i have made it a priority to keep ultra clean because i find that i feel my best when i am clean. i am never where i am at. is this good or bad? i don’t want to be where i am, much ! at all.
Hello Danny…..come and play with us….FOREVER & EVER & EVER
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I am half way expecting to see two little girls at the other end of the hall, lol everytime I walked out of the room. www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFVyAjj3Bs0
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Nice Sexy Cars And Girls photos today
Check out these sexy cars and girls images today:
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Nice All Car Games For Girls photos today
Check out these all car games for girls images today:
Fanned Wall
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With my friend Paul, I spend five days in Osaka, Japan. The trip provided much refreshment, and excitement, not to mention many challenges. It was my first visit to the country, and, I feel, it certainly won’t be my last, as there are still many places left to see, and so many new things to learn.
We had several destinations highlighted on our itinerary, the foremost of which was Universal Studios. We spend an entire day there, going on rides and more often than not, queuing for them. The excruciating wait times were worth it, however, for such exhilarating fun, especially on the Hollywood Roller Coaster, my personal favorite. The next morning we followed up that successful endeavor with a trip to the Himeji Castle, a place which came highly recommended by my colleague, whose succinct description of the heritage site was, "awesome." Indeed, as a history buff, I enjoyed walking the storied grounds and climbing through the maze-like interior of the keep which was designed not so much to comfortably house the royal family as to confound the invading enemy. The castle is a must-visit. Other attractions of note include the Osaka Aquarium, and the Tennoji Zoo; both teemed with animals of every shape and size. We also at length ventured into several shopping districts inside of which were myriad stores, selling all sorts of fashion and gadgetry, countless restaurants and several gambling parlors – the Japanese, it seems, love their slot machines as much as the Hong Kong Chinese love their horse racing. Lest I forget, we frequented several video arcades to play the latest and greatest games; Paul played well, while I more often than not got 0wn3d. There is a lot to do in Japan.
Japanese culture, of which I’ve heard so much, really is distinct and separate from other Asian cultures. Their patterns of action and their peculiar artifacts certainly aren’t the same as those which feature prominently in Hong Kong. For one thing, the MTR culture was more civilized and less stressful: people queued up for trains and let passengers alight first before permitting themselves to board; cellphones never rang and cabin cars were as quiet as bedrooms at midnight; and to imagine all of these people enforce their norms without public service announcements, without any coddling, conspicuous signs – that’s amazing. What proved difficult was trying to find a garbage can. It was easier to find a vending machine, from which one could purchase a variety of drinks or cigarettes, than a bin in which to dispose of these delectable, perishable goods.
As for the general citizenry, they were most accommodating and hospitable, with several individuals going out of their way to help Paul and I find our way around the dense sprawl of the city. Language wasn’t a concern despite our limited Japanese; amazingly enough, our comfort was their concern! I won’t forget their selfless service, as one day, I hope, I’ll be able to return the favor. That the girls were quite attractive and that I demonstrated a propensity to ask attractive girls for directions go without saying; however, I understand now that their sexiness and sophistication stem not from comely faces but coherent attire. Rather than adorn themselves like a typical Mong Kok girl in a ridiculous neon rainbow palette, with jeans or unseemly spandex underneath dresses, skirts or other tops better left to stand alone, Japanese girls opt for more somber, sensible colors – black and cream-colored – and what’s more, they aren’t afraid to whip out the tasteful pantyhose or to show some skin, even. We had plenty of time to ogle the ladies, and to their credit, freezing temperatures weren’t enough to dissuade many of them from forsaking, icing their shorts, as we saw countless pairs being worn on the street. That’s what I call fashion professionalism!
Overall, Japan is a marvelous little land full of the eccentric, as well as the endearing. It was a fascinating place to explore, and I’m thankful that it was done in the company of my friend , with whom candor was not at a premium. We both learned a lot and look forward to the next trip!
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Thursday, March 27, 2014
Lotsa flames
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Nice Muscle Car Girls photos
A few nice muscle car girls images I found:
Erika Eleniak
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Erika Eleniak from Baywatch, at the 2010 Sacramento Autorama.
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This photo was shot in studio
Vintage Nightmare
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You Are Not Dreaming
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Nice Cars Girl photos today
A few nice cars girl images I found:
Donington (165)
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Donington (163)
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Donington (160)
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Cool Car images today
A few nice car images I found:
Zoe’s car sale
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photos to help zoe sell her car
Keys in car 
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Keys in car
Bowden’s Car Collection Australia
Image by Paul D’Ambra – Australia
Bowden’s Car Collection Australia
www.bowdensown.com.au/about-us
The family started their love affair with historic Australian racing cars back in 1973, when they bought the first car for our collection – the notorious Ford GTHO Phase IV. Since then, the family have dedicated their blood, sweat and tears to restoring and maintaining these vital pieces of Australian motor racing history. Their multi-million dollar collection has grown to over 80 cars that are spread around museums, showrooms and garages throughout Australia.
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Cool Car And Girl images today
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Nice Cute Cars For Girls photos
Check out these cute cars for girls images today:
daddy’s girl
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(torn between two shot’s on today’s take: mine vs. jdm’s)
20:32 stopping by at jonathan’s to grab my/his iTrip to use in my dad’s car on the way to the airport
what we have here:
* sunglasses for the drive & to hold the hair in place (Frolik, now missing a rhinestone)
* thin pink v-neck with a cute tie at the waist (Torrid clearance)
* just jeans (wearing out hand-me-downs)
* Birki thongs
* pink purse (Gap Outlet)
[taken by Jonathan Daniel Miles]
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