dust keyboard lightbrush-2

dust keyboard lightbrush-2

dust keyboard lightbrush-2

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EXP / INK

EXP / INK

Posted by diebmx on 2007-02-02 23:47:17

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my favorite letter… C

my favorite letter... C

Copyright 2009
Caitlin Elizabeth Photography

exploring with a camera.. and PSD

Posted by Cait Lewis Photography on 2009-01-03 06:55:40

Tagged: , key , keyboard , computer , electronic , letters , letter , alphabet , C , D , F , G , X , S , R , T , space , space bar , alt key , dust , dusty , marked , up , dirt , dirty , save , V

I meant to write

I meant to write

The typewriter was gathering dust as the computer whirled away. I brushed it off and decided to write you a quick hello.

Watercolor on cold press paper, 5" x 7"

Blogged about here:
www.ColeAndJosephine.blogspot.com

Posted by ColeAndJosephine on 2010-03-15 03:03:54

Tagged: , art , painting , illustration , original painting , watercolor , still life , original illustration , typewriter , hello , vintage , retro , home , letter , ooak

9/52 *2 Tonight was suppose to be ours

9/52 *2 Tonight was suppose to be ours

My Love,

Tonight I would have worn a new dress for you.

Tonight I would have made you fall for me all over again.

Tonight marks the night you flew out to LA just to have a date with me last year.

Tonight was supposed to celebrate how lucky we were to find each other again.

Tonight was supposed to be ours.

Im not sure if you even realize what tonight was.

How can it be so easy for you?
To walk into your office everyday and see The National poster I bought you hanging on the wall?
When you walk into your kitchen,
Do you get flashes of how you took me on your kitchen counter in the early evening?
And the meals we cooked/burned together?
Did you drink my favorite tea on your shelf or does it sit there and gather dust?
Or what about when the music magazine that I got you arrives every month? Do I cross your mind then?
And this fall when you bring out your gloves and scarf I got you
and wrap it around your neck where I used to wrap my arms around you
will you miss me pulling you in by it to kiss you?
Will the gloves hold your hands with the warmth that my hands did?
Will you heart hurt at all?
Did you throw away the mixes I made you?
and the paper cranes I left in your closet
and the toothbrush you got me in your bathroom
and the love notes I left on your dresser and desk?
What was it like to walk into your kitchen and take down the photo booth pictures we took where I kissed you in every third frame
Or the postcards I sent from every city when I was away from you and put on your fridge….are those in the trash as well?
At Christmas when you pull out the Christmas tree I set up and surprised you with and find the stockings we made each other,
will it hit you then no one has loved you like I did.
Do you listen to the postal service
or arcade fire
or blonde redhead
and not think of me?
Did you erase my number?
The love letters in your email?
My good night voice mails and the
sweet nothings I sent to your phone?
The pictures of us off your computer?
Does nothing cross your mind when you pass by the streets we pulled over and made love on?
Or when someone brings up a movie we saw together?

And the worst part…
When you kiss someone else do you get flashes of me?
How you held my face and how deep I kissed you.
does it feel right?
Late at night did you even notice that no ones calls or cares to say good night before you go to sleep.
The absence of knowing that someone is thinking of you.
When you look at your scar on your stomach, does it remind you of who took care of you around the clock and was there for you at your worst, without hesitation?
Do you ever think to yourself. At any of these moments. Wow I was happy. I loved her.
Do you ever regret what you said? And the decision you made without me?

I wish I could know all of these things. But I think I would be disappointed by the answer.
If I could have you grasp one thing it was that no one loved you the way the did. And that it was real. And that I was worth keeping.

and now I listen to the national on almost a daily basis
and I don’t listen to your mixes cause it makes my stomach turn
and I put away our pictures because it makes me tear up
and I tried to wear the dress you got me for someone else but it didn’t hold the same effect as when you buttoned the back for me and told me I was beautiful
and there are albums and bands I know you would love but i keep it to myself
and there are places and things that I wish you were there for but you don’t
and how I thought I had met my equal.
and how you all of a sudden decided I was nothing more than a passing fling that went too far.
and mostly, I wish I woke up feeling as happy as I did when I knew you loved me.
and how amazing it felt the way you looked at me in the eye and told me I was Your Girl.

I get jealous
that someone else gets to keep you
and have the version of you that I deserved
that you will look at them the way you looked at me when I lay my head in your lap in the summer Chicago night
that they, for some reason was worth your time and energy than I was
that they get to dance with you
and have your hand on their cheek when you kiss them good bye

Do you have any idea how many unsent letters I’ve written you? How many times it takes all my strength not to call you? How many nights you take over my dreams? That, I can not control…..
But I try to remember….That what I gave you was a gift. I gave you the best version of myself that I ever given to anyone. I would have loved you unconditionally. I gave it all. And you didn’t think it was good enough. So you don’t deserve to know a single word, breath, tear, thought, restless night….ANYTHING, from me.

But tonight. Tonight was ours. Please tell me you thought of me for a second.

Song of the Week: Stay Away Charli xcx
This song reminds of the late 80’s early 90’s pop ballads….but it just came out a few weeks back. It’s not available in the US yet, just the UK so I ended up hitting the play button on you tube quite a few times this week.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBxC5bRbruQ

Posted by openheartbeats on 2011-06-21 03:27:55

Tagged: , broken heart , note , fire , letter , break up , anniversary , 52 , weeks

Endurance as a virtue in The Scarlett Letter, Antigone and To Kill a Mockingbird quotes

Endurance as a virtue in The Scarlett Letter, Antigone and To Kill a Mockingbird quotes

Endurance is a virtue that we, as a Westernized society, place a great deal of worth in. To withstand intense pain, strife or just plain unpleasantness—or even muster up the strength to resist an endlessly tempting pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chubby Hubby—is to be respected, appreciated and at times, worshipped. History is littered with examples of those elevated super-humans who demonstrated the capacity to grin and bear it while turning the other cheek. Think Jesus, Mohammad, Buddha or even the countless Christian saints revered for their storied sacrifice and strength.

It should be no surprise that our reverence for those who endure has found its way into our story telling. Tales of strength, daunting and physically excruciating tasks and the ability to overcome the odds are the stuff that define our heroes. More importantly, these sort of tales also define humanity as a whole. They represent not only our values and our morals as mere humans, but they also construct social norms and rules that shape our societies. Again, religious figures such as Jesus and Buddha come to mind, whose teachings have shaped our perceptions of how we as humans should act for thousands of years. Consider the Golden Rule—a virtue present in nearly every religion that urges people to treat others as they would like to be treated—as a sort of test of endurance. Especially when you’re in line for the DMV. That bitter (and completely justifiable) attitude is only going to get you more bitterness.

A classic literary example of valued endurance, especially with religious connotations, is Nathanial Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter in which Hester Prynne, a young woman living in mid-17th century puritanical Massachusetts Bay Colony area, is publicly punished and shamed for having a child with someone who is clearly not her husband, since the dude has been MIA for a few years. As part of her punishment, she is forced to wear the letter “A” to forever mark her as an adulterer. Yet, despite her imprisonment, constant public shaming and general disenfranchisement, Hester endures. A woman of honor, she does not public reveal who her baby daddy is (it’s the town minister, by the way) to protect him and his reputation. Her love for the minister gives meaning and purpose to her suffering, making her a patient and relatively tolerant literary figure with religious overtones.

Another notable female figure of endurance is Antigone, Sophocle’s famous play about a young noble woman whose morals and do-right attitude prompts her to defy the king’s irrational decree that banned the proper burial of her traitorous brother. Her courage and gall is what largely defines her ability to endure, refusing to back down or out her sister as an accomplice while standing before the king. Though she does kill herself off stage while in prison, Sophocles’ implies that her action was not out of fear or desperation but it was yet another way to defy and thwart the tyrannical king. That level of commitment and bravery is akin to the virtues contained in our human capacity to endure, often going hand in hand.

The trope of female endurance is also not lost on Harper Lee, who created Scout, a tough tomboy character who learns that with femininity comes great strength and an undeniable ability to endure trying times. In one of the To Kill a Mockingbird quotes, Scout finds that her Aunt Alexandra’s insistence on maintaining polite hospitality in light of the tragic death of Tom is in fact an attribute of endurance and strength rather than being a hypocritical or insensitive display. Scout says: “Aunt Alexandra looked across the room at me and smiled. She looked at a tray of cookies on the table and nodded at them. I carefully picked up the tray and watched myself walk to Mrs. Merriweather. With my best company anners, I asked her if she would have some. After all, if Aunty could be a lady at a time like this, so could I.”

Our stories show us humans to carry on and endure in hard times. After all, it’s what makes us human.

Paul Thomson is an avid reader of English Literature. His areas of expertise include Antigone, To Kill a Mockingbird quotes and Scarlet Letter. In his spare time, he loves to participate in online literature forums and promote reading for youth.

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KACAO77 UNIVERSES 2013

KACAO77 UNIVERSES 2013

2X KACAO77, SOUL, DOCTOR NOBODY
PAPER SKETCH 42 X 30 CM
BERLIN 2013

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Letter C, in Neon (Crazy California)

Letter C, in Neon (Crazy California)

I’ve got a series of images just for the "One Letter" group on flickr, and for those who use the flickr application called "Spell with flickr". This is from a casino sign in Laughlin, Nevada. BUT, I introduce it here to those who may be interested in my trip to Los Angles, California right now.

So, is the C for Crazy California or for Crazy cobalt?

On this long 7 hour drive from Phoenix, Arizona over west to La, I keep seeing things that seem improbable. Maybe my California flickr friends will be able to shed some light on these observations:

1. In Blythe, CA, I got gas at an ARCO Am/PM gas station for only ("only" !!!!) $2.77per gallon. This, of course, is horrifying, but around this place there were at least 6 other gas stations that advertised the gas price as $3.33! I knew the gas would be higher in California over Arizona, so I sought to buy it far enough outside of LA at the least price. And I heard on the radio that the $3.00 per gallon mark would be reached soon. But really, how can there be a 56 cent per gallon price difference within blocks of competitors? Something seems really skewed….

2. Where is that sign you read on trucks, saying "How’s my driving", and giving a toll free number to call? Let me tell you, I needed it around Desert Palms, CA on I-10 for the driver of a double-trailer semi truck who tailgated like a crazy man and was a great danger on the road!

3. Signs were frequent on the Interstate, with speed as 70 mph, but there were other signs that said "trucks/trailers 55 mph". So how is it that every truck on the road was going 70 to 75 mph? Let me tell you,it is not fun being behind or alongside a double-trailer semi in strong wind where you are fighting for control and so is that driver.

4. I’ve rarely driven with such wind conditions as the stretch between Indio and Palm Springs. No signs about "dangerous cross currents", or "blowing dust" there, but it was like shafts of wind shear for about 30 miles, and so much dust that the wind threw down blankets of dust violently. Is this a rare event?

5. In Coachilla, CA I went to a Carl’s restaurant about midnight, and was told I could not order for their computers are always down then for 10 minutes. I offered to pay cash and exact price, but the answer was "no" because no order could be taken without a computer. I was thinking, what happened to pencil and paper, or use of a calculator! Really, the food and employees were present, but the concept of taking an order "rote" was beyond the staff.

6. With an unfortunate name, the Morongo Casino, with its huge neon displays, always strikes me as "Moron Go to Casino"….

7. Remember that rotten truck driver I mentioned earlier? I was glad to see him pulled over for a truck scales inspection around the "29 Palms" exit. Then, 50 miles later he caught up with me and yes, he was speeding up and slowing down, with tailgating me and others once again. Watch out for trucks from GI Trucking Company!

8. I passed the exit for "Running Springs, CA". Realistically, could a "spring" not always be considered as "running"?

Ah, these are just the random observations of a traveler in the US. I am sure that the US of A has far more idiosyncracies that other countries, right?

Posted by cobalt123 on 2007-03-21 10:39:12

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