Some cool car girl images today:
Girls in action
Image by greenboxhouse
Indonesia International Motor Show 2012, Jakarta. [taken from iPhone 3G]
Tags:girl, Nice, photos, today
Friday, May 30, 2014
Nice Car Girl photos today
Tags:girl, Nice, photos, today
Nice Fast Car Girls photos today
A few nice fast car girls images I found:
Adams Thursday Night Drift 7-11-13
Image by jonashaffer
AMP Adams Motorsports Park, Thursday Night Drift 7-11-13
Tags:Fast, girls, Nice, photos, today
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Cool Asian Car Girls images today
A few nice asian car girls images I found:
Blowing Bubbles
Image by Daniel E Lee
Canon 550D + Canon EF 17-40mm f4L
Tokyo Auto Salon 2009
Image by kanegen
東京オートサロン2009
Tags:Asian, Cool, girls, images, today
Nice Cars With Girls photos
A few nice cars with girls images I found:
Magic News
Image by . Paillette .
Coucou tout le monde!
J’ai reçue il y a quelques temps une petite cu-poche de Madoka, vraiment trop mignonne!Hello everyone! J’ai enfin pris le temps de la photographier. ^.^
J’ai aussi ouvert un blog! J’adore raconter tout ce qui me passe par la tête quand je poste une photo sur flickr, sauf que flickr n’est pas l’endroit pour je crois. Vous pourrez donc retrouver mes fameux pavés sur un blog en anglais et en français. Voici la version française.
Mais mes yeux pleurent quand j’ouvre mon blog, car blogger affiche mes images dans une qualité des plus mauvaises..Y a t’il quelque chose à y faire?! C’est tellement décevant..
A très vite!
~~~~
I got a very very cute cu-poche of Madoka not so long ago, I finally took the time to take a picture of her and play around! ♥
I also opened a blog. It’s no secret that I love to write whatever I can think of when I post a picture on flickr. But I realized flickr was not the place for this. So you can find my "writings" again on my blog, both in english and french. Here is the english version. ^.^
But my eyes are actually crying when I open my blog, because blogger just kills my picture with its low quality. Is there anything to do?! This is so disappointing.
Anyway, xoxo!!
a gift of silicon and a smile
Image by horizontal.integration
August 11, 2008 | This little girl thought Tyler even with his cars and power ranger toys was a girl… then when she realized he was a boy she didn’t want to play with him but decided it would be OK.
Tags:Cars, girls, Nice, photos
Cool Car Names For Girls images today
A few nice car names for girls images I found:
IMG_2559
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.
IMG_2460
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:Cool, girls, images, Names, today
Nice Best Car For Girls photos
Some cool best car for girls images today:
ICN Gallery Window Painting, Riusuke Fukahori – Goldfish Salvation
Image by Dominic’s pics
Part of a Set / Slideshow. See also the related gallery Set.
Just for fun, I reversed / "mirror flipped" this image, so that it looks similar to the outside view of the window painting. The VW logo in the centre of the wheels of the Volkswagen "New" Beetle is the same in reverse, but I had to reverse the "B" on the licence plate / registration of the adjacent car (as well as its "FIAT" badge). I also fixed the "P" on the sign in the car park across the road.
The creation of this gallery window painting is documented in this flickr set:
Riusuke Fukahori Live Painting
Artist: Riusuke Fukahori 深堀隆介
Curator: Hisami Omori
Gallery: ICN Gallery London [map]
Exhibition title: "Goldfish Salvation"
On view from 1 December 2011 to 11 January 2012
ICN (International Creative Network) Gallery website: www.icn-global.com/
Artist’s website: goldfishing.info/ (in Japanese 日本語 – or ponder the Google Transmangleation!)
This and other exhibitions at the ICN Gallery have been documented by "Haikugirl" Ali [Alison] Muskett in photos in these flickr sets – Goldfish Salvation, Ryo Arai & Itaro Yamamoto, Ohaku Tea Boxes – and also in her blog postings – Goldfish Salvation, Ryo Arai & Itaro Yamamoto, Keiko Masumoto, Ohaku Tea Boxes.
Aflicktion: Letters to Cyberspace
Image by ocean.flynn
The fireplace is casting a blanket of warmth through our cottage home but I still feel chilled. The small lake is as clear as a mirror today, leaves reflected in and floating on the surface burn with rich colours but I can't really enjoy them today.
It was October 2002 and the cottage was on Bell Lake in the Gatineau Hills of Quebec. I had just spent three weeks in Iqaluit, Nunavut getting the academic year’s courses underway. Within a few days of my return to the Ottawa area the youth suicide epidemic struck again. I wrote this letter to cyberspace but I really did not expect any response.
Yesterday my urban Inuit students in their course on Inuit art, spoke of death — too many deaths, too many funerals and fresh graves in small communities where almost no one is left untouched. Another youth, Jimmy took his life last weekend in Iqaluit, Nunavut. The suicide rate in North America's far north has no equal anywhere on our globe. We couldn’t just talk about sculpture, prints and drawings. I strained to hear not just to listen . . . to force time to slow down. I was out of sync with the cadence of their voices. These are supposed to be the learners but I am learning from them. They were grappling with the loss of someone who was a real embodied presence throughout their youth and childhood. I needed them to help me understand. I speak too fast with too many words.
Seventeen hours later after trying to watch brain candy or tranquilize my mind with the hues and saturations of the lake leaves, I am still unable to settle in to my real world obligations. So I am writing letters to cyberspace addressing them to journalists. We are connected. NYT journalists do not simply produce our news stories, they construct our communal archives. The political philosophies that appear in the Times columns inform conversations internationally. Decisions made, policies enacted, interventions, transactions and agreements undertaken in New York, California, Washington, Kyoto, Rio Janeiro, The Hague, Tel Aviv, Baghdad, Beijing, Winnipeg, Ottawa and Toronto have as much — if not more — impact than conversations and consultations held in Nunavut. Assumptions and debates about the market, big or small government, direct democracy, policing, racial profiling, drugs, welfare, poverty, taxes that are covered in the pages of the New York Times impact far beyond the space on the grid of a New York mile and the time contained in a New York minute.
This is not Jimmy's story. Inuit have tried hard to teach me that I cannot tell their stories. I can only tell my story through my eyes and my experience. Jimmy used to live in Iqaluit, Nunavut. He had a good construction job and his friends knew him as a young man who had a lot to live for.
Construction in Nunavut is booming. Entrepreneurs come north for several years or decades and legally amass fortunes as they rush ahead to improve southern Canada's GNP by building, renting and leasing northern dwellings at prices several times the cost of a similar dwelling in the south. This is a boon to government workers and the upper middle class both Inuit and non-Inuit. According to the logic of the marketplace, this will eventually trickle down to the Inuit who are the most disadvantaged in the North in regards to underemployment, access to education, health and housing. But the youth are dying so quickly I don't know how many will be there to benefit when help finally does arrive. In the midst of this construction boom many Inuit are still living in overcrowding conditions shockingly comparable to the Third World. Nunavut is a conflicted region of great promise after negotiating a more equitable relationship to the rest of Canada but it is also a region of ever-deepening despair. Extremes of wealth and poverty co-exist with intimacy that is too close for comfort.
Last week Jimmy was part of the boom. He was one of the fortunate Inuit who had found a job. The friends who introduced me to Jimmy through their memories of him, described a young man full of promise. The cadence of the conversations yesterday, like many kitchen table conversations with First Nations, Inuit and Metis friends resonates with the dialogue and silences that narrate the 'long take' vistas of a Zach Kunuk video. One of the students from the Igloolik area — where Atanarjuat was filmed — spent yesterday afternoon tracing intricate trails in red on a university photocopy of a 1-125,000 map of the islands, waterways and mainland that he knew intimately from his years of traveling with his grandfather. As he traced the pathways, he meticulously wrote the names of familiar places in red syllabics. From time to time he would explain the meaning of these coded words. Each place name described the physical space so accurately it was as though he succeeded in breaking the code that unlocked Borges' 'Art of Cartography.' As he spoke, Julia whispered warnings about imposed flag post place names like Fury Strait. He created a virtual image for me — and anyone else in the room who strained to listen. The images, sounds and smells he evoked were themselves Hauntings. As he traced and retraced these red pathways that barely covered inches on the photocopied map — I, the cyborg collector of digital archives, could take a Janet Cardiff's Wanås Walk… three-hour hikes… seven-hour hikes to his favourite places… seeing panoramas vicariously through his eyes… hearing silence and the wind, tasting… smelling. The place names acknowledged the super natural market of food supplies available to travelers who had local knowledge. He indicated and word painted the tiny island called Tern Island where his father was born.
He fingered the miniscule unmarked place on the map haunted by the toxicity of the abandoned Dew Line site that is socially, historically, politically, emotionally and physically charged. These stories of these sites, like the stories of the many suicide martyrs, have been erased from communal memory. But the threat of their toxins is a constant reminder of the fragility of the micro ecosystem of this unique place.
The island of Igloolik — the place of many dwellings — is where the family of my guide on my vicarious journey, returned for generations. Centuries of overlapping circular trails could be traced on this map in sharp contrast to the grid-like pattern of modernity cut into a New York mile of urban architectural spaces. The layered trails would represent countless seasonal journeys from hunting camp to fishing camp traveling on foot, by dogsled, kayak, Peterhead, snow machine or by foot. Like so many isolated places in the North — Igloolik — has been inhabited by the semi-nomadic Inuit for centuries if not millennia. Travelers walking on the land still come across centuries-old natural museums, archives and caches that should have been forgotten. Because the archives are not written, there is an assumption that they do not exist. But the tundra itself has written the story of the early travelers in vivid colours on ancient abandoned sites. Tiny resistant plants that flourished on organic accumulative remains unlock the entrance to the site of ancient bones and tusks. Discarded objects and ancient bones tell stories of those who traveled before.
How far can you go in a New York minute? How many miles are encompassed in the Wall Street grid? How much widescreen and close-up geography can be covered in the longue duree, the 'long take', the extended view that echoes natural time. Jimmy's identity was a personal geography he inhabited, composed of endlessly repeated everyday habits haunted by a communal history that resists the forced act of forgetting.
This week Jimmy's life and story is beginning a process of being wiped out, completely erased, deleted from communal memory. In an everyday life process his image is beginning already to move from opacity to transparency in the painful but unspoken process of total erasure from a community's memory. Once the local memory is completely gone, the tiny byte of time and place that he once occupied will be irretrievable from the meta files of data being processed in this the age of the great flood of the archives. If he had children they will never know their father's story. His image will not be found in photo albums nor will laughter at his exploits be shared around kitchen tables. His name — if it ever does come up again — will be spoken only in whispers. Jimmy is not being cruelly punished for dying young. His memory, his life is doubly and triply erased in a desperate attempt to save the youth around him. In Iqaluit, Nunavut there is still nowhere for those youth-at-risk to go for help. They are living and dying through the worst epidemic of suicide on the planet.
When my granddaughters are reading the socio-economic, cultural and political histories of North America several decades from now, how will the story be told? How can and will the bones of this entire generation of our youth be explained and justified? These are our youth. They are not Canadian or American. They are North American.
Maureen Flynn-Burhoe
October, 2003
Bell Lake, Quebec, Canada
I had just returned from Iqaluit, Nunavut where I had set up two courses. I had developed a northern-centred course on Human Rights that was I was teaching along with the Introduction to Sociology I had taught from January to June in 2002. I didn’t really want to return to Nunavut but the Director and administrators of the Centre for Initiatives in Education really wanted me to go again. Last term was such a success they had signed an agreement with Nunavut Arctic College President, McClenning. But the Inuit Art Foundation in Ottawa wanted me to teach their courses again as well. So I was commuting between Iqaluit and Ottawa. My own PhD was moving too slowly.
Email correspondence in response to letter
Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2003 16:01:08 -0400
Subject: Re: An Epidemic of Youth Suicide
To: Maureen Flynn-Burhoe
From a friend and mother who works in education in Iqaluit, Nunavut
Thank you for your for sensitive insights and for taking action. Your letter is very eloquent and persuasive. I am at my wits end with the number of deaths as it impacts so terribly on the youth left behind. I had to get my x out of town once again at the end of August after a friend died in a wasteful and tragic car accident. x stayed out visiting family and friends, then joined x and I for Thanksgiving in our x house. It was so peaceful and sane. We all returned on Sunday. The very first phone call to x was from a friend informing x of Jimmy’s suicide. x had worked with Jimmy last summer at x. x just collapsed and all the healing seems for nought. Yet x went to the funeral yesterday, but today x hasn’t really risen from bed. And at lunch today, I heard that x’s step son (really her grand son) died last night, a possible suicide, but we won’t know until the autopsy is completed. He was only 19. I think we may have to move away, just in order to keep our x healthy and optimistic about life and youth. Again, though you letter so beautifully articulated the problem. I hope they respond.
From a friend, an anthropologist in Israel working with an off-campus Social Work program for Bedouin women:
Your letter arrived just in the right time to strengthen my belief that, after all, we are connected by some sort of a great path leading us to the same places, meeting us at some crossroads. In two days I am about to start a new course named "Inter-cultural Training in Human Services". Your letter will certainly be shared with the students at the beginning of the course, used as a starting point. I thank you so much for letting me be part of your healing -I consider it as our mutual need for healing. I know from very close the feelings of self-devastation, just from hearing about the silent violence in their lives. But we need to heal ourselves so we can continue hearing the stories and expand the message as far as we can, to as many ears we can, especially to those who can make changes. The act of hearing itself is, I believe, a direct healing process, a humanizing process, we experience with the direct victims of the community, all hurt by the violence. Be strong and courageous to go on in this painful task and remember to take care of yourself. I am always here for you (despite the distance) very close to you in my thoughts and feelings. wish you all the best and warm hugs to x, x
From a university student
Your story was emotionally moving. It is truly unfortunate how there are not enough articles that try and explain the truth, that will attempt to reveal an alternate side to what is actually going on. The newspaper is a valuable source of information, however if we cannot rely on it to report factual accounts than how are we to remain informed? I find that in today's society it is getting harder and harder to experience true reality. Organizations that are supposed to relay news to us (the individuals) such as CNN, The New York Times, The Ottawa Sun, etc… seem to always have an incredibly bias view on things. It is unfortunate that instances like these occur yet; it seems that if they were to print the truth they would have too much to lose thus, resulting in uninformed patrons, such as yourself and others like me. The account you heard about Jimmy, appears to be a common story in native life these days, and it makes me sore inside. This summer on my way to Vancouver I had the pleasure of being seated next to a lovely young girl named Suzie. She was a young lady from Coral harbor – a small island off the coast of Hudson Bay in Nunavut. As we flew I found out many interesting things about the life she lived. The way hers differed from mine was substantially significant. She told me about her life up north, how she witness first hand a good friend of hers commit suicide, she experienced her brother take his own life, and even her local high school, it seemed like there was another case of suicide every other week. She was flying back to Victoria where she attended a fashion design school. Talking to her really opened my eyes up as I am sure your students opened yours. It was wonderful to see how far she had come along; taking into account the experiences she had gone through.
I believe part of the problem these youth face is the way in which society "has" regarded them. In the past native people have always been looked down upon and have been pushed around physically and mentally. There have been many repercussions created to alleviate the Native community, however many of these things have come a little too late. Obviously the argument can be made stating that these repercussions are better than nothing, yet it still doesn't account for the losses native youth will suffer.
In order to understand what is actually going on in places such as Iqaluit there needs to be a proper healing process. Having stories printed in newspapers about those who have suffered are only the beginning of the healing process. Marilyn Manson, a famous musician was asked what he would have done to prevent the shooting that occurred at Columbine High School. He said "I wouldn't have said anything to them; I would have listened to them, and what they had to say." This is an attitude that should be adopted by many more school officials that deal with students and stressful environments. The youth of Iqaulit not only deserve someone to direct them in correct directions they NEED someone who is willing to listen and to understand their problems. Peter Tenute
Labels: benign colonialism, inuit social history, RCAP, youth suicide
Umbrella – Rihanna
Image by vavva_92
Ahuh Ahuh (Yea Rihanna)
Ahuh Ahuh (Good girl gone bad)
Ahuh Ahuh (Take three… Action)
Ahuh Ahuh
No clouds in my storms
Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank
Coming down with the Dow Jones
When the clouds come we gone, we Rocafella
We fly higher than weather
And G5's are better, You know me,
an anticipation, for precipitation. Stacked chips for the rainy day
Jay, Rain Man is back with little Ms. Sunshine
Rihanna where you at?
[Rihanna]
You have my heart
And we’ll never be worlds apart
May be in magazines
But you’ll still be my star
Baby cause in the dark
You can’t see shiny cars
And that’s when you need me there
With you I’ll always share
Because
[Chorus]
When the sun shines, we'll shine together
Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be a friend
Took an oath I’ma stick it out till the end
Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we’ll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
These fancy things, will never come in between
You’re part of my entity, here for Infinity
When the war has took it’s part
When the world has dealt it’s cards
If the hand is hard, together we’ll mend your heart
Because
[Chorus]
When the sun shines, we'll shine together
Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be a friend
Took an oath I’ma stick it out till the end
Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we’ll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
You can run into my arms
It’s okay don’t be alarmed
Come into me
There’s no distance in between our love
So go on and let the rain pour
I’ll be all you need and more
Because
[Chorus]
When the sun shines, we'll shine together
Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be a friend
Took an oath I’ma stick it out till the end
Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we’ll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
It’s raining
Ooh baby it’s raining
Baby come into me
Come into me
It’s raining
Oh baby it’s raining
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Ride for Peace
Some cool lowrider images today:
Ride for Peace
Image by ATOMIC Hot Links
The UPF(United in Peace Foundation) hosted a Peace Ride on July 28 in memory of the slain Florida teen Trayvon Martin.
Hundreds of Bikers, lowriders /classic cars & Corvette club road from the Leimert Park area to Magic Johnson Park. The ride was also dedicated to the thousands of mothers and fathers whose youngsters have been gunned down in senseless violence throughout the country.
Bethesda Temple Apostolic Church Fire
Image by ATOMIC Hot Links
A fire broke out early Friday morning (4/26/13) about 2 am at the Bethesda Temple Apostolic Church in the Windsor Hills / Leimert Park area on the 4900 block of Crenshaw Blvd. Residence near by said they heard an explosion. It took 80 firefighters a little under an hour to put the fire out. The main building was completely gutted by the fire. The south wing of the church facility and Bethesda Senior apartments/home next door suffered little or no damage. LAFD Arson Investigators, FBI and the ATF are still looking into the cause, but fire officials say the fire does not appear to be criminal in nature, and there are no signs of foul play at this time. 7 months earlier I was just two blocks east and got pictures of another church fire in the HYDE PARK area at 11th Ave. & 48th st. Galilee Baptist Church was completely gutted by a fire. I still can’t get a clear answer as to what caused that fire. If anyone knows for certain please leave a comment.
2nd annual George Barris CRUSIN BACK TO THE 50s Culver City 2005
Image by ATOMIC Hot Links
Grandpas dragster
Tags:Peace, ride
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Easy Come, Easy Love (1962) ... Free Vibrators: Trojan to Give Away Thousands (Thu., Feb. 21 2013) ...item 2b.. Moody Blues - Never Comes the Day 6/27/69 ...item 3.. FSU News - Spring Break Playlist (Feb. 26, 2014) ...
Some cool pretty cars for girls images today:
Easy Come, Easy Love (1962) … Free Vibrators: Trojan to Give Away Thousands (Thu., Feb. 21 2013) …item 2b.. Moody Blues – Never Comes the Day 6/27/69 …item 3.. FSU News – Spring Break Playlist (Feb. 26, 2014) …
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In honor of the legendary week to come and the fact that you can eat ice cream without feeling weird now, here's 12 songs to add to your Spring Break playlist—perfect for road trips, poolside naps or late night debauchery.
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… message header for item 1. … Free Vibrators: Trojan to Give Away Thousands of Sex Toys on Miami Beach …
Lucky visitors will score a free Trojan Tri-Phoria (regularly priced at .99) or Trojan Pulse (.99) vibrator, to use as they see fit. Be it for solo jobs or team efforts, those babies are bound to come in handy.
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… Sex / Fetish … Cultist – Miami’s Culture Blog ..
… Miami New Times … blogs.miaminewtimes.com
… By Hannah Sentenac … Thu., Feb. 21 2013 at 1:15 PM
Categories: Sex/Fetish
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Hold on to your panties, folks, ‘cuz you’re about to get all kinds of aroused. Next Tuesday, Trojan, condom hawkers extraordinaire, will be passing out thousands of free vibrators to Miami Beach-goers. You heard right. THOUSANDS OF FREE VIBRATORS.
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Like your friendly neighborhood hot dog cart (only even more blatantly phallic), the Trojan Vibrations Pleasure Carts will be doling out titillating toys to passers-by at Miami Beach’s NoWhere Lounge. The stop is part of a nationwide tour undertaken by the kings of carnal pleasure, designed to showcase their provocative products. Miami was a wise choice, considering that we supposedly have the most sex in America.
See also:
- Skrawberry’s Sex Tips For the Poorly Endowed
- Miamians Have the Most Sex in America, According to Trojan Condom Survey
Lucky visitors will score a free Trojan Tri-Phoria (regularly priced at .99) or Trojan Pulse (.99) vibrator, to use as they see fit. Be it for solo jobs or team efforts, those babies are bound to come in handy.
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Previously, the crew made stops in New York City, D.C., Chicago, Boston, and Las Vegas, and folks lined up in droves to get their hands on the versatile vibrators. Fans can track the tour via Facebook.
The giveaway runs from noon to 4 p.m. at NoWhere Lounge, 653 Washington Ave. Our advice? Get there early if you wanna score some purple pleasure.
Follow Cultist on Facebook and Twitter @CultistMiami.
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Uploaded on May 9, 2011
Music by The Moody Blues
From their album:
On A Threshold of A Dream
Work away today, work away tomorrow.
Work away today, think about tomorrow
Never comes the day for my love and me.
I feel her gently sighing as the evening slips away.
If only you knew what’s inside of me now
You wouldn’t want to know me somehow,
But
You will love me tonight,
We alone will be alright,
In the end.
Give just a little bit more
Take a little bit less
From each other tonight
Admit what you’re feeling
And see what’s in front of you,
It’s never out of your sight.
You know it’s true,
We all know that it’s true.
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I thought this would already on be YouTube, but apparently it isn’t….a nice vintage clip of the guys performing.
For more rarities and a huge index of Moody Blues videos, check out my site: moodybluesattitude.yuku.com/
You can watch 5 total videos from this show here:
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The sun hath risen, the metaphoric snow of a cold winter receded, and spring has come to Tallahassee. This previous weekend saw many taking to the pools, fields and shores in celebration of the arrival of warmer weather and less jackets. With Spring Break right around the corner, much of the student body is itching to finish midterms and make a break for the beaches. In honor of the legendary week to come and the fact that you can eat ice cream without feeling weird now, here's 12 songs to add to your Spring Break playlist—perfect for road trips, poolside naps or late night debauchery.
— 1. Chance The Rapper ft. Childish Gambino-"Favorite Song"
Much of breakout artist Chance The Rapper's stellar mixtape Acid Rap could provide the perfect soundtrack for a sun soaked week, but "Favorite Song" might be the track that captures the feeling best. Hand claps, a giddy atmosphere and a guitar riff that feels like sunshine bottled—it's hard to miss how Chance became such a huge name in music this year. Add the anticipated arrival of Donald Glover's Childish Gambino not too long after break and you have the perfect track to keep you pumped up all week long.
— 2. St. Vincent-"Birth In Reverse"
Annie Clark's been carving a strong niche for herself indie-pop's hallowed halls for years now, but it wasn't until this month she revealed herself as a fierce, bonafide superstar. "Birth In Reverse," the first single from her new self-titled album, is a frenzied, frantic blast of pop both propulsing and sneering. Be careful not to blow your friend's speakers out.
— 3. LCD Soundsystem-"North American Scum"
One of the most enduring tracks from James Murphy's influential time as the now-defunct LCD Soundsystem, "North American Scum" feels almost timeless. Imagine slow-mo glamour shots of your whole trip, tracking shots of packed beaches and shining water and the track will slide perfectly over, over and over and over again.
— 4. Blink-182 -"Feeling This"
If you're in need for a throwback jam during your time ashore, look no further than pop punk heroes Blink-182's massive 2004 hit "Feeling This." A nostalgic song soaked in more nostalgia itself, "Feeling This" is an ode to the youthful highs and lows of summer (and sex! it's also about sex!) that's been soundtracking the escapades of college students for, at this point, generations. Travis Barker's signature drums kick in, distortion groans—"get ready for action."
— 5. Sleigh Bells-"Rill Rill"
Known best for their angsty energy and volume, "Rill Rill" finds the Sleigh Bells duo at perhaps their most laid back. Dreamy, abstract and adolescent-tinged vocals float over the sampled beats and riffs of an old Funkadelic song, and it's about as damn near perfect to capturing the essence of Spring Break as we're ever going to get.
— 6. Fall Out Boy-"Young Volcanoes"
Whether you planned to or not, it's likely that you'll be hearing Fall Out Boy's latest single this Spring Break probably multiple times. Pulled from last year's underrated Save Rock and Roll, "Young Volcanoes" is a song that feels written with the crunch of sand between each strum, and it's a matter of when it goes big, not if. Sure, it's got a far too-typical, bland celebration of youth ("We are wild/We are like young volcanoes") and it does sound a bit Train-y (sorry, Train) but the pulse and atmosphere of a beach at night is so vivid you almost can't help but forgive it. It certainly doesn't hurt that Stump has arguably the strongest pipes and delivery in pop music today either.
— 7. Frank Ocean-"Sweet Life"
Ocean's debut Channel Orange is another album that wouldn't feel out of place being played in its entirety next week, so it's hard to pick just one track. Frank Ocean's made his name on his smooth voice, and that instrument is the perfect accompaniment to the gentle breeze that will be coming off the ocean. But on "Sweet Life," Ocean sums up the sentiment the best himself—"Why see the world, when you've got the beach?"
— 8. Youth Lagoon – "Afternoon"
If you're looking for something to accompany Frank's mellow grooves for your afternoon tan, look no further than Trevor Powers' one-man project Youth Lagoon. Power's debut is a perfectly conceptualized dream-pop world, with his crooning, searching voice echoing in over sonic expanses that feel almost as lush and wide as the mountains that grace the album's cover.
— 9. Tennis-"Origins"
The musical stylings of married-duo Tennis are a perfect throwback to the sun-spotted surf rock of the early '60s, thus also making them a pretty perfect go-to band when searching for some tunes next week. "Origins" is perhaps their grooviest piece of work, partnering an infectious melody with some old-fashioned synthesizers to create one hell of a jam.
— 10. Vampire Weekend-"Cousins"
With three excellent albums under their belt, Vampire Weekend has little left to prove—they're heroes of the indie rock scene, crossover legends and all around pretty funny, cool dudes. "Cousins" is a remnant of that crossover period, a track with a stupid amount of energy and a ludicrously infectious mood packed into a little over 2 minutes. Vampire Weekend's conquered and done all, but they've never sounded as loose and wild as they do here.
— 11. Weezer-"Surf Wax America"
Plucked from the legendary Blue Album of the early '90s, "Surf Wax America" is a silly yet endearing song from a band who's based a career on writing silly yet endearing songs (even if they've slid pretty far from endearing at times). "Surf Wax America" is anchored by a simple mantra: "You take your car to work/I'll take my board/and when you're out of fuel/I'm still afloat."
— 12. The Strokes-"Someday"
To this day, no one's done cool quite like the Strokes did in the early 2000s. With Julian Casablancas' trademark, tired sneer and easy-rolling riffs, they made being international rockstars look almost effortless. Luckily for the listener, they allowed us to share that effortless cool just through association—"Someday" may be their all time classic, and over a decade after its release it's still spreading a cool sonic strut over any and every convertible car ride. It's the essential beach-bound jam.
Some B-Sides: Fun.'s Beach Boys-esque "All The Pretty Girls," A Great Big Pile of Leaves' head bobbing "Alligator Bop," Jay and Ye's breezy collab on "Gotta Have It," and MGMT's all time classic "Time To Pretend."
To listen to our Spotify Spring Break Playlist, visit fsunews.com.
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And it’s the first song we listened to in the car together that keeps me smiling <3
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FF – Selective Coloring and GTWL – All About Hair
I think I fail selecting the colors right and that was because I was trying out a new technique on selective coloring that I found on the net although I love how the colors were soft and not that bright.
I love this week’s theme because I can go and play with Photoshop again.
Not really sure why I did the same angle from my last post. I swear its only a coincidence.
TRF: I spent almost my entire day in Makati today to celebrate my brother’s birthday. I was fun and of course lots of food. HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANCIS!
Also for PPTT – Pretty Pink Passion and FGR – Get Cozy.
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Nice Car With Girls photos today
A few nice car with girls images I found:
Burapha Student making U-Turn on Scooter
Image by Marshall Astor – Food Fetishist
Again, I bet there’s a lot of adults with scarred up feet from inappropriate footwear on scooter incidents. Because of the short skirt, girl passengers on bikes tend to ride sidesaddle.
‘Till High Milage Do Us Part
Image by Dennis Dixson
St. Louis, MO. Dogtown Neighborhood. June 2008. The girl with the golden shoes waves happily as the sun sets. Don’t ask why just smile.
"Dogtown Bride."
"Only One Owner."
"Unreliable Bride."
"Yuppie Cadillac."
"High Maintenance."
Tags:girls, Nice, photos, today
Cool Asian Car Girls images today
Check out these asian car girls images today:
황리아 & 조하나 – HWANG Rya & CHO Hana
Image by KRWonders
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Some cool nice cars for girls images today:
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Image by me and the sysop
my plan for today was to have a picnic of sorts. it was overcast and windy, a little gloomy, just beautiful all around. this is my kind of weather. since i ate church’s chicken for the first time ever this week (persuaded by lawrence, despite my curiosity over how good food can be so cheap), that was what i exposed slo to today.
i’ve been informed that the church’s on 7th is the place to go. i don’t know if it actually makes a difference, but i do enjoy cruising through the east side. while we were waiting for our food to come out, a girl who was probably my age asked if i had a dollar so she could get some chicken. i told her i didn’t have cash, at which point she offered to give me the cash she had ( and some change) if i would use my card. just last night i was ranting about what’s so wrong with sharing the wealth, so i figured i’d practice what i preached. she got two of the same two-piece meals i’d gotten for her and her boyfriend. i asked if she wanted something to drink, but she just got water.
slo started talking about how nice i was being, in a…i don’t know, skeptical or surprised tone. maybe it was her rainbow knee socks, but i told him i can’t bitch about socialism haters and balk at losing . big deal.
my jungian collective unconscious radar pinged soon thereafter, as we sat on the i-35 frontage road. an old car in front of us sporting a 2004 bush sticker (of all things!) started yelling at the old panhandler there. when he finally hobbled over, i saw the woman driving hand him a bill. i see panhandlers every day, and i never actually see anyone give them money, much less . i really believe jung was onto something.
i wanted to eat at bailey playground, but there were college kids playing volleyball by the tables. as we drove up shoal creek looking for a place to eat, we found this baseball field, which i didn’t know existed. i’d forgotten the park in the distance even existed. i miss my old ‘hood. if i had the money, i’d buy me a house in allandale.
old, deserted wooden bleachers built into the side of a steep hill, and beautiful green grass amidst the bare trees. what’s more american than fried chicken and baseball? gorgeous solitude right along shoal creek for which i’m so very grateful. i love being outside and alone.
2/7/09 15:34
My statistics are flat now
Image by Daniel Dionne
I just beat my personal record, with 15014 views in one day. Absolutely crazy… That is the result of posting the pictures from the SWERC (South Western European Regional programming Contest).
The little peak on November 9th was from the pictures of the Cuarta Planta concert, which, at almost 2000 visits, was tall before yesterday came into the graph 
I’ve been busy lately, and haven’t had time to sit and browse a little around.
I thought I was going to bring a nice surprise to you today, a picture of a car that you car freaks still can’t find anywhere: the Red Bull X1 Prototype. (picture in the comments)
What???? An exclusive in Madrid??? Well, for once, yeah! Since Polyphony is having their GT5 launch party in Madrid, the car was supposed to be at the Plaza del Sol today. So I went there with my camera, but I only saw a stupid platform, and some people playing GT5. For some reason, the car didn’t make it to the exhibit today, but some beautiful girl told me it will be there tomorrow.
So… take the picture tomorrow! right? Well, the girl said it will only be there from 9 to 6, and that’s exactly the time I’m supposed to be at my office. Darn!!!!
Sorry guys!
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Nice Car Show Girl photos
Some cool car show girl images today:
SEMA Show 2013-58
Image by Anthony Colard
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Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Nice Import Car Girls photos today
Check out these import car girls images today:
Models 10
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Models 9
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Cool Cars Girl images today
A few nice cars girl images I found:
Kyoto 25
Image by r32taka.com
Kyoto 25
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Kyoto 25
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Monday, May 26, 2014
Nice Hot Cars With Girls photos
Check out these hot cars with girls images today:
Country Music Festival de Mirande – 14/07/2008
Image by Jamiecat *
John Schneider Live on stage.
John Richard Schneider est un réalisateur, acteur, chanteur, producteur, producteur exécutif, scénariste, né le 8 avril 1960 à Mount Kisco, New York (États-Unis).
John Schneider débute sa carrière dans la série Shérif, fais-moi peur ! où il joue le cousin blond, Bo Duke. Il se fait embaucher en se faisant passer pour plus vieux qu’il n’est (il indique 1954 comme date de naissance au lieu de 1960). Un premier rôle qu’il tient durant 7 ans et lui permet de se faire connaître dans de nombreux pays. L’acteur fait également ses débuts de réalisateur en 1985 pour le dernier épisode de la série.
Après Shérif, fais-moi peur !, John Schneider s’essaie à une carrière de chanteur de country. Il tourne ensuite dans de nombreux téléfilms et fait des apparitions dans plusieurs séries. Sur le grand écran, il obtient quelques petits rôles, notamment en 2000 dans la comédie Jour blanc.
Entre la série, la musique et les œuvres caritatives, John Schneider est un homme très occupé, trop pour sa femme Tawny Godin (Miss America 1976) qui le quitte en 1985 après 2 ans de mariage.
À partir des années 1990, il se concentre sur sa carrière d’acteur, et fait ses débuts à Broadway en 1991 dans une reprise de la comédie musicale Grand Hotel, pour laquelle il cumule 487 représentations ! Enchaînant ensuite téléfilms et séries, il tient un rôle récurrent dans Docteur Quinn, femme médecin en 1997, puis apparaît entre autres dans JAG, Walker, Texas Ranger, Sydney Fox, l’aventurière et Diagnostic : Meurtre.
En 2001, le comédien renoue avec le succès en acceptant le rôle du père de Clark Kent dans Smallville.
À l’image de son partenaire de Shérif, fais-moi peur ! Tom Wopat, John Schneider est passionné par la musique, et y consacre une grande partie de sa carrière. En 1975, il signe son premier album country, "Small One". Trois ans plus tard, il devient Beauregard ‘Bo’ Duke, rôle qu’il tient pendant 7 ans, ce qui ne l’empêche pas de sortir une dizaine d’albums supplémentaires tout au long des années 1980. En 1984, son single "I’ve Been Around Enough to Know" est classé numéro un en country, suivi de "Country Girls" l’année suivante.
Acting career
More recently John Schneider can be seen on several episodes of the FX Network show Nip/Tuck as Ram Peters, the CEO of an adult film company. Schneider is also known to television audiences as Jonathan Kent, the adoptive father of Clark Kent on the hit show Smallville, starring in 100 episodes before his character was killed off. Schneider also directed episodes of Smallville, including S3E20 and Talisman, which received a respectable 8.8 rating out of 10 on TV.com. Some Smallville episodes contain references to Schneider’s other work in The Dukes of Hazzard. Schneider also guest starred for the latter half of Smallville: Season 5 appearing in the episodes ‘Void’ and ‘Oracle’
Schneider has appeared in many films and TV series such as the miniseries 10.5. He had a recurring role on Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman and guest-starred on such shows as Diagnosis Murder, Touched by an Angel, JAG and Walker, Texas Ranger. He also appeared in the off-Broadway play The Civil War as a Confederate soldier.
Schneider has also been mentioned in other media such as South Park’s episode 505 Terrence and Phillip: Behind the Blow, saying that their made for TV episode was shown instead of the very popular "John Schneider Variety Hour", an obvious joke of it being put on instead of South Park.
Music career
During the 1980s, Schneider parlayed his success as Bo Duke with a string of country music hits. His biggest hits include: "It’s Now or Never" (#4 country and #14 pop, 1981; a remake of the Elvis Presley hit); "I’ve Been Around Enough to Know" (#1 country, 1984); "Country Girls" (#1 country, 1985); "What’s a Memory Like You (Doing in a Love Like This)" and "You’re The Last Thing I Needed Tonight" (both #1 country, 1986); "At the Sound of the Tone" (#5 country, 1986); and "Love, You Ain’t Seen the Last of Me" (#6 country) in 1987.
John Schneider has recorded 11 albums to date. His co-star (on The Dukes of Hazzard), Tom Wopat, also enjoyed success on the country music charts. Schneider and Wopat sang several duets on the TV series, sometimes with co-star Catherine Bach. In fact, in the season 7 DVD boxset, the trio performed a remake of the show’s theme song "Good Ol’ Boys" in a music video as a tribute to their friend Waylon Jennings.
* 2008 John Schneider’s Collier & Co. 2: High Octane (Not yet released) – J.R. Collier
* 2008 Terminal Trap (Not yet released) – Harlan Hull
* 2008 Shark Swarm (Not yet released) – Daniel Wilder
* 2008 Everybody Says Goodbye–The Story of a Father and Son (Not yet released) – John Litgown
* 2008 Ogre (Not yet released) – Henry Bartlett
* 2007 Conjurer(Not yet released) – Frank Higgins
* 2007 Beautiful Loser (Not yet released) – Andre
* 2007 Journeyman (TV) – Dennis Armstrong
* 2007 Nip/Tuck – Ram Peters (1 episode – Chaz Darling)
* 2007 Sydney White – Sydney’s Dad
* 2007 You’ve Got a Friend – Jim Klecan
* 2007 Lake Placid 2 – Sheriff Riley
* 2006 Hidden Secrets – Gary Zimmerman
* 2006 John Schneider’s Collier & Co. – Hot Pursuit (limited Theatrical) – J.R. Collier
* 2006 Shorty McShorts’ Shorts – Hunky-O (1 episode, The Phabulizers)
* 2006 Hi-Jinks – Guest host as Himself
* 2006 Smallville – Jonathan Kent (102 episodes, 2001-2006)
* 2006 Model Family (TV) – John
* 2006 King of the Hill – The Ace (1 episode)
* 2005 Felicity: An American Girl Adventure – Mr. Merriman
* 2005 Living with Fran – Tom Martin (1 episode)
* 2004 Earthquake 10.5 – Clark Williams
* 2003 The Nick at Nite Holiday Special – Mr. Schneider, The Ski Instructor
* 2003 The Mummy: The Animated Series – Rick O’Connell (1 episode)
* 2002 Mary Christmas – Joel Wallace
* 2001 Lightning: Fire from the Sky – Tom Dobbs
* 2001 Touched by an Angel – Joshua Winslow (3 episodes, 1995-2001)
* 2001 Relic Hunter – Dallas Carter (2 episodes, M.I.A. and Emperor’s Bride)
* 2000 Twice in a Lifetime – Captain Luke Sellars (1 episode)
* 2000 Veronica’s Closet – Tom (3 episodes, 1999-2000)
* 2000 The Dukes of Hazzard: Hazzard in Hollywood – Bo Duke
* 2000 Diagnosis Murder – Brett Hayward (3 episodes, 1996-2000)
* 2000 Snow Day – Chad Symmonz
1990s
* 1999 Sam Churchill: Search for a Homeless Man – Sam Churchill
* 1999 Michael Landon, the Father I Knew – Michael Landon
* 1999 Walker, Texas Ranger – Jacob Crossland (1 episode)
* 1998 JAG – Sgt. Clyde Morrison (1 episode)
* 1998 Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman – Daniel Simon (15 episodes, 1993-1998)
* 1997 True Women – Sam Houston
* 1997 The Dukes of Hazzard: Reunion! – Bo Duke
* 1996 Kung Fu: The Legend Continues – Latrodect (1 episode, Black Widow)
* 1996 Night of the Twisters – Jack Hatch
* 1996 The Legend of the Ruby Silver – Tommy Towne
* 1995 The Little CHP – Jack Sr.
* 1994 Exit to Eden – Prof. Collins
* 1994 Heaven Help Us – Doug Monroe
* 1994 Christy – Theodore Harland (1 episode)
* 1994 Bandit: Bandit Bandit – Sheriff Enright
* 1994 Burke’s Law – Brett Scanlon (1 episode, Who Killed the Soap Star?)
* 1994 Second Chances – Richard McGill (3 episodes, 1994)
* 1994 Texas – Davy Crockett
* 1993 Desperate Journey: The Allison Wilcox Story – Eddie
* 1993 Sisters – McGrady (1 episode, Moving Pictures)
* 1993 Come the Morning – Name Unknown
* 1992 Highway Heartbreaker – Mickey
* 1990 Grand Slam – Dennis ‘Hardball’ Bakelenekoff
1980s
* 1989 Ministry of Vengeance – David Miller
* 1989 Guns of Paradise – (1 episode, A Gather of Guns)
* 1989 Speed Zone! – Donato
* 1989 Wild Jack (TV mini series) – Jack McCall
* 1989 Outback Bound – Jim Tully
* 1987 Christmas Comes to Willow Creek – Ray
* 1987 The Curse – Carl Willis
* 1986 Stagecoach – Buck (Overland Stage Driver)
* 1985 Cocaine Wars – DEA Agent Cliff Adams
* 1985 The Dukes of Hazzard – Bo Duke (128 episodes, 1979-1982, 1983-1985)
* 1985 Gus Brown and Midnight Brewster – Gus Brown
* 1983 Eddie Macon’s Run – Eddie Macon
* 1983 Happy Endings – Nick Callohan
* 1983 The Dukes – TV Series (voice) Bo Duke (Second season)
* 1983 The Raccoons and the Lost Star – (voice) Dan the Forest Ranger
* 1981 Dream House – Charley Cross
* 1981 The Midnight Special – Host (1 episode)
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