To my high school daughter, Mercy! good luck on the SAT today! Muah!
Exams and I have a fair degree of history together. From that fateful first day in third year when I waited anxiously outside a gym hall to sit my Standard Grade English, to desperately scouring the labyrinth that is Glasgow Uni, trying to find my Honours English Literature exams, or waiting in the rain outside the OTC building, trying not to get run over by passing cars as rain splashed onto my notepad, exams and I have gone through hell and back together.
And they’re a funny thing, exams. Subject to much controversy too, especially in recent years with the dominance of technology over almost all other forms of learning and examination (who hands in a handwritten essay these days? is it even allowed?). Exams suddenly seem awfully old-fashioned. Individual (wobbly) desks, ink spilling everywhere, people writing with fury in an echoey hall. It seems a strange idea, to sit…
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Taboo words and expressions are usually among the first things second-language learners want to learn—a fact not lost on sign language instructors like Barry Priori (first introduced to Strong Language in a Sweary Links roundup), who ran “swearing workshops” at the Adelaide Fringe Festival to boost awareness of Australian Sign Language (Auslan). Swearing in sign language is incredibly nuanced and is about much more than learning a simple handshape or gesture. Get it wrong, and you might alienate an entire community, as Kristin Henson found out.
Henson hosted videos on the popular YouTube channel Dirty Signs with Kristin in which she taught her interpretations for signs representing profanity or crude phrases in pop culture, including skullfuck,cunt punt and twat waffle. Her notoriety landed her a book deal, but members of the Deaf community launched a petition urging the publisher to drop the book because…
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Oh, Mr. Rogers, I’ve always had mixed feelings about you. I didn’t watch you regularly as a kid, mostly because PBS didn’t come in very well on our TV. I also found you a little bit unnerving. Growing up as I did in a community where one stuffed one’s feelings, but never deep enough where it wouldn’t show up in some passive-aggressive, back-handed manner, I couldn’t comprehend someone like you who seemed so serene regardless of what was happening to you. The only time I’d ever seen anyone that calm was right before a major emotional eruption or a massive nervous breakdown. So it was almost a little too tense for me to watch you, waiting for that moment where you stubbed your toe while changing your shoes and went off on a five-minute expletive-filled tirade.
And what was up with changing your shoes anyway, Mr. Rogers? I mean…
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Gideon made a sacred ephod from the gold and put it in Ophrah, his hometown. But soon all the Israelites prostituted themselves by worshiping it, and it became a trap for Gideon and his family. (Judges 8:27)
Relate: Two question pop quiz: 1) When did Gideon’s ministry begin? 2) When did Gideon’s ministry end? The answers: 1) When he destroyed an idol and made an altar. 2) When he destroyed a town and made an idol. When God first sends an angel to meet with Gideon, what does that angel say? “Mighty hero, the Lord is with you!” To this greeting, what does Gideon respond? “I am the weakest of the weakest.” Gideon had an insecurity problem. He didn’t see himself the same way God saw him.
The funny thing is, when you look at the evidence…
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my momma in law died day before yesterday and i’m still reeling from the shock. I don’t know why I thought we had time cuz we don’t. I’m turning 57 in 6 months. Exactly 6 months from now is April 23rd and she died on that day. i was just telling my daughter last week that significant events in my life have occurred on that day, the 23td of April. I started my period April 23rd. you get the gist, right? Well, this time someone close to me died. So now i’m forced to look at death in the eye which makes me wonder and stress over my own mortality. Imma scared o’ death.
But I digressed, the point is I’ve been having nightmares that wake me up and I go back to sleep and the nightmare picks up where it left off. wtf? why? what the hell…..? So I wake up feeling shitty cuz I can’t sleep.
Then I talk to Frank, the love of my life. And I remember and it slaps me upside the head! Idiota! It’s not your mom that died it was Frank’s. And he’s handling it so well cuz he claims to “be a real man” while he punches his flexed arm and moves on in life like a grown up. And me, like an idiota is taking Frank’s thunder away from him. Note to self, Stop being a pussy just cuz you have one. Shit. =)
Have any old photos lying around? Whether you want to repair some family heirlooms or add a new service to your photo business, we’ve got you covered. Learn how to repair old photos in Photoshop using the Healing Brush, Spot Healing Brush, and the Clone Stamp Tools.
Tools used in this tutorial:
- Spot Healing Brush: This tool works just like a brush. When you dab or create a brush stroke, Photoshop will analyze the surrounding area, and attempt to replace your blemish with that information. For best results, the Spot Healing Brush should be used for smaller blemishes, such as pimples or thin cracks.
- Healing Brush Tool: Similar to the Clone Stamp, the Healing Brush relies on a sample, initiated with an Alt/Option + click. This will give you more freedom and allows you to tell Photoshop where you want to heal from. The advantage over the Clone Stamp, is…
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Your unfailing love will last forever. Your faithfulness is as enduring as the heavens. (Psalm 89:2)
Relate: This might come as a bit of a surprise to those who know me now but growing up I was a bit girl crazy. Most guys can remember about when they started realizing that girls didn’t have “cooties” after all. For me, they never did. I had a crush as far back as four, I was “married” to my “girlfriend” when I was in kindergarten. By second grade I started to diversify and in third grade I had a ranked list of nineteen girls that I liked. Pick a grade and I could tell you who I liked. Seriously. All the way up through high school my crushes lasted between 6 months to a year. Some turned into bonafide girlfriends but…
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I have to admit, I ran across the name “Cannonball” Adderley for the first time on an album by the Miles Davis sextet. Kind of Blue is probably the best selling jazz album in history, and like many musicians, I have memorized every note. Miles had fired John Coltrane for continued drug problems, and had filled the saxophone spot in his quintet with the bluesy sound of Julian “Cannonball” Adderley. When Coltrane appeared to have gotten clean, Davis brought him back into the group and expanded his quintet to a sextet. It was another stroke of genius by Miles, as the two saxophone players interacted brilliantly with each other. (It also was a bit of insurance, if the new sobriety of Coltrane wasn’t as long lasting as hoped.)
Julian “Cannonball” Adderley
Adderley was a big man, born and raised in Florida before moving to New York. It was in…
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Photo taken by contributor Mark, a portrait photographer from Durham, North Carolina, who lives with bipolar disorder.
About this photo: “This was a portrait that I took of my grandfather three weeks before he died in December 2014. It was the last time that he went outside.”
Find more from Mark at his website.
Over the past week we’ve been learning about the web browser, your gateway to WordPress and the web. This was a precursor to the next mini-series of tutorials in Lorelle’s WordPress School free online course. We are going to learn HTML and CSS.
According to Wikipedia, HTML as created by Berners-Lee and his team was to allow not just text but graphics to be converted into visual or audible content accessible by anyone.
The first publicly available description of HTML was a document called “HTML…
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In the lower sixth I became a slacker. I devoted a great deal of time to the exciting distractions that the threshold of adulthood brings. I’d never really had such freedom before - and I capitalised on it. This, you will agree, was pretty normal for a 17 year old. However, there was one subject I was particularly enjoying at this point and that was A-Level psychology. Milgram’s classic study of obedience gripped me; even now I remember learning the meaning of terms like ‘diffusion of responsibility’ and ‘extrapolation’.
Nevertheless, my interest and work-rate were unevenly matched. At the start of the year I had written some promising pieces, but gradually laziness took over. It all came to a head on the day my teacher handed me back a marked project. It had been awarded (if that’s the right word for it) a U. I promptly ripped it in half…
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Trusted and ever faithful in their desire to give pleasure to their care-takers,
And praise and glory to the Life-force that throbs in each and every Being,
Our old friends flowered unselfishly aII Autumn and all Winter.
Aware that outside, Earth was sleeping under a blanket of frost and snow,
They cheered our hearts and dazzled our eyes, day after day after day,
Their upturned handkerchief petticoats, flamboyant, exuberant and so, so bright.
And now, our clever friends know that there is a time and a season for all things.
They have earnt their time to rest and sleep…but…before they do,
Yet one more gift…
Delightful discovery, perfectly crafted orbs, hanging from perfectly scalloped cups
And carrying the same Promise and Hope and Potential that we all carry within us.
Our souls…cosmic Breath and Spark and Life source, unconditionally gifted to us,
Require our own gentle and loving care taking…
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Our Shadow is a beautiful cat that our son, in his senior year of high school, brought home from a football game. He found the kitten in the rim of a tire on the road behind the school. Shadow couldn’t have been more than 8 weeks old. My husband detests cats, no…really! I mean he has always said they are only good for footballs….ummm and no he would never do that! He is all talk, trust me! But that gives you an idea what he thinks of cats. So to get back to my son bringing the kitten home, well he didn’t exactly tell us about the cat, I…
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