I mean, the skinny inspiration for women is something like this:
Then the curvy inspiration for women usually looks like this:
But I’m neither, and the closest one to me is Kate. Like this:
I think the main thing is no matter women have to have this really curvy figure from the front,…
Just saw an old blogspot account I had and found quite a few posts that not only take me back to another life, but that still hold true and still hits close to home…languages… Here is one originally posted Oct 7 2009:
Today’s post… is gonna be on the language called English! =)
So, I moved to the United States when I was 14 yrs old, I did not want to leave my homeland… I didn’t know any better.. but my parents thought it was a great idea and how glad I am now.. :) So anyway, I moved here, did not know more than 10 words in English and moved to New Orleans… lived there for about 3 months because my father did not find himself there and he had family here in Miami.. Soooooooo.. we moved to Miami.
Living here, I remember going to ESOL classes and taking classes in half Spanish and half English and I remember telling myself I will try my hardest to learn English because this whole thing of not knowing what others are saying about me and not getting exactly what people are saying is not very cool.
21 years later, now I can read, write and speak some English.. And going online it shows me that most people do not know how to speak or rather write English.. And this does not apply to immigrants or even recent immigrats, it applies to everyone.. Those who are totally anglo and those who are from non English speaking countries.
These are some of the things that drive me up the wall.. I can not believe that people do not respect the language enough to learn their own fucking language.
There, Their, They’re…
For the love of your own life and not looking ignorant… Jeeez…
There - when referring to a place, whether concrete (“over there by the table”) or more abstract (“it must be difficult to be stuck there”).
I live over there. The book is there. Who went there?
Their - It is a possessive adjective and indicates that a particular noun belongs to them.
That’s their car. Let’s go to their house. It’s their fault for not knowing how to write proper English.
They’re - is a contraction of the words they and are. It can never be used as a modifier, only as a subject (who or what does the action) and verb (the action itself)
They’re crazy. They’re ignorant people who did not pay attention during English class. They’re not from here.
Where, were, we’re
Where - The term “where” is an adverb used to describe the location or place or specially “at, in or to what place.”
Where did you go ? Where are the models ? Where does it hurt ?
Were - The term “were” is the plural past tense of the verb “are.” The singular past tense of this verb is spelled “was.” The word is used to describe something that has already happened or is in the past. You should use the word “was” for the first and third person (I was late or she was late), and “were” for the singular and plural of the second person (You were late).
We were at Starbucks last week. They were at the movies when we were at that starbucks.
The term “we’re” is a contraction or abbreviation of the words “we” and “are.” The letter a is replaced by an apostrophe. This word is used to describe something that is either happening now or will be happening in the future.
If you have difficulty remembering when to use this particular word, check if you can replace the word you have chosen with the words “we are.” If the sentence doesn’t make sense, you need to use the word “were” instead.
We’re at her house watching her get drunk. We’re going to shoot next week!
Here are other examples:
It’s - is a contraction for ‘it is’ or ‘it has’ and its is possessive.
Who’s - is a contraction for ‘who is’ and whose is possessive.
You’re - is a contraction for ‘you are’ and your is possessive.
oK, I feel a bit better now… I vented for a bit.. I hate when people make mistakes specially when every single computer out has a spell check and will tell u when u are fucking up… but then again, it’s not idiot proof.
Man… the amount of talented people on tumblr is unreal… wow.. wow… You guys are amazing!! *** respect *** !!
A couple of weeks ago, actually two weeks ago, I went to pick up Aragon from school. Between getting him to stop playing and putting his shoes back on and all that other things I have to deal with every time I go pick him up, on the way to the car Alma started crying and I was carrying Alma and some papers… and when I went to put Alma in the car I put the papers on the roof of the car being held down by my phone… hmmmm… not a good or intelligent choice… Well, of course I forgot I had them there and drove away.
A little over half way home I realize I do not have my phone, so I start thinking… and thinking and oh shit!!! I left it on the roof !!!!! Fuck me… So even though I had driven about 10 minutes I -HAD- to go back and see if I could find it…
I did not…
Got home, came online a bit bleh! Since the phone is shit, but all I could think of, when was the last time I backed it up.. Did I back up all of Alma’s photos and videos? Argh!!! I m going to have to re-do all my apps on all those folders… all of my 200+ apps… Fuck fuck fuck me!!!!
So I decided to go on icloud and check where the phone was…
And I saw this:
Someone picked it up and took it to his/her house!!! Ah fuckers.. So I activated the lost function and left a note saying to call my wife’s number and that I could see where they had the phone ( gave him/her the closest intersection ) and that I could go pick it up once they talked to my wife.
Well, guess what… He called! SCORE!! He spoke to my wife to let her know that he had found the found how he had saved it from getting run over by a car… and that he could meet me near Aragon’s school the next day at around 4pm… What? Did my NSA, CIA playing work?!?!
So the next day, I check the phone again, to see what happened and this is the coolest part of it all… It tells you where your phone is and where has your phone gone from the moment you turn on the lost my iphone thingy… freaking crazy!!
That is SO bad ass !!
So, I met him at a Mcd and he was a very very nice guy who saw it fall and picked it up… etc.. I gave him $100 worth of gift cards as a thank you, I hope that, that was enough…
Yes, Im sure reason he returned it was because he is a nice person and not because of my NSA-esque messages… Im sure if it would have been someone else.. they would have turned the phone off and said fuck you! LOL
But I got the phone back and only because it has find my iphone!!
I know this has nothing to do with photography, but I wanted to share it anyways! :)
I updated the landing page on my website. This shot had been there, but I hired a guy to do the retouching for me, since I’m not that great at retouching :) If you have not been I have some new shots go check them out http://www.daxballadares.com
“Here’s a current example of the challenge we face,” he writes in the book’s prelude: “At the height of its power, the photography company Kodak employed more than 140,000 people and was worth $28 billion. They even invented the first digital camera. But today Kodak is bankrupt, and the new face of digital photography has become Instagram. When Instagram was sold to Facebook for a billion dollars in 2012, it employed only 13 people. Where did all those jobs disappear? And what happened to the wealth that all those middle-class jobs created?”
So much for “getting it right on camera”
A lot of people bitch and moan about how now people over-retouch their shots, and I agree there is an overly done part of photography. But after your read this article, you will see that, that “over” thing is not new at all. Yes, I understand that, they are two totally different animals, but still! What we saw was never and will never be the truth…
How do you feel about it after seeing/reading that?
Have not shot much at all lately and have been going through images to find sets or shots I might have missed and I may be able to use… Saw this shot of a band I shot a few times. These were first individual promo and cd shots and then as a group. Quite a few of the jobs I have done, the clients don’t want me to do the retouching because they feel they can get a better deal going elsewhere, and I have never had an issue with that. I feel I’m a photographer and my job is to photograph the best I can THEN use post to make it as good as possible, but you need to start with a decent base to be able to get something great out. Probably this shot is not one they would have used, but I do like all the craziness going on… sandbags, lights, fans, stands, chairs… vitamin water.. yet.. they seem so calm and relaxed :) oh I also noticed that I blew out some highlights on the guys in the back! :) Not a ” glamorous ” photographer I am, but hey, it pays quite a few bills :)
Saw this by chance tonight… it hits home… it saddens me… really wish things would be different…
Why I Love Columbus DayRepublished from onebrightpearl-jb.blogspot.com
By Johnny Barber
I love Columbus Day.
Each year, I recall the simple song I learned as a child about the man who “discovered” America. I still recall the innocent boy whose imagination was taken by the story of adventure and discovery.
" In fourteen hundred and ninety two Columbus sailed the ocean blue.”
On Columbus Day, I reflect on the facts of that fateful discovery. Hispaniola at the time of Columbus’ arrival was home to as many as 300,000 people. On seeing the Arawak people Columbus wrote in his journal, “At daybreak great multitudes of men came to the shore, all young and of fine shapes, and very handsome. Their eyes are large and very beautiful.” In the same entry he wrote, “It appears to me, that the people are ingenious, and would be good servants and I am of opinion that they would very readily become Christians, as they appear to have no religion.” Columbus kidnapped up to 25 people, although only seven or eight survived the journey back to Spain. By 1496, it is estimated that one third of the population had been killed or taken as slaves. In 1592, fewer than 200 Indigenous people remained. By 1555, none survived.
I realize every lie and distortion I hold of my country began in that classroom all those years ago.
I love Columbus Day. It reminds me that often, even the most God-fearing individuals are the most self-deluded. In the spring of 1493, Columbus wrote to a sponsor, “They are artless and generous with what they have, to such a degree as no one would believe but him who had seen it. Of anything they have, if it be asked for, they never say no, but do rather invite the person to accept it, and show as much lovingness as though they would give their hearts.” Later in the letter Columbus went on to say, “Their Highnesses may see that I shall give them as much gold as they need … and slaves as many as they shall order to be shipped.” Though he was aware of their generosity and selflessness, rather than emulate them, he decided he would subjugate them. Columbus was the first slave trader in the Americas.
Columbus Day reminds me that my country’s origin was based on violence, subjugation, racism and genocide. As the native population was decimated, it was deemed necessary to bring slaves from Africa to the “New World” for cheap, disposable labor. Throughout the years when America was a slave republic, the wealthiest Americans were those who owned the most human beings. But we should not forget that slave owners spanned all classes. This, from America, the country founded on the idea that all human beings have equal intrinsic worth, value, and rights. The “land of the free, home of the brave,” indeed.
I love Columbus Day. It reminds me that greed corrupts utterly. Columbus returned to Hispaniola to colonize the island. By 1495 Columbus and his men were terrorizing the indigenous people, demanding that they mine for gold and pay tribute to their masters. Those who could not provide the quota faced dismemberment and were sent back to their people as an example. There are first-hand accounts of soldiers hunting the Arawak for sport and feeding people to their dogs. Columbus himself documented sexual slavery of young children during his reign as “governor”.
Today in America, one in every four African-American men is likely to be imprisoned. In the “War on Drugs’, black and Latino men are arrested, prosecuted and imprisoned at highly disproportionate rates than whites. Our prisons are privatized for profit, operations whose stocks are traded on Wall Street. Whether you are a black man or woman in one of America’s prisons, or you are undocumented and work under the blazing sun on American farms, you are paid pennies as others enrich themselves off of your labor.
Foreclosures have separated millions of black and brown Americans from their property. Of the nearly 10 million people whose homes have been foreclosed, 40 percent are black and Latino. The net worth in communities of color has plunged to the lowest level on record. Black and brown wealth has been transferred to America’s largest banks. This theft has gone unchallenged as the banks have enriched themselves, received federal bailouts, and now investment companies seek to rent out the homes to the very people they have been stolen from.
In 1868, the United States signed a treaty setting aside the Black Hills “for the absolute and undisturbed use and occupancy of the Sioux.” Within years gold was discovered there, and after negotiations to purchase the land broke down, the United States simply took it. In 1975, the presiding judge of the United States Court of Claims wrote, “A more ripe and rank case of dishonorable dealing will never, in all probability, be found in our history.” This “rank case of dishonorable dealing” did not result in a return of that which was stolen. The Lakota Nation is currently raising 9 million dollars in order to buy back a small portion of sacred land in the Black Hills.
I love Columbus Day because the veneration of this man makes clear how George Bush a self described “compassionate conservative” can torture people and have a library built in his name. Barack Obama can win the Nobel Peace Prize as he authorizes summary execution of people through drone warfare and authorizes indefinite detention without trial of American citizens. Madeleine Albright, when confronted with the deaths of up to 500,000 Iraqi children during sanctions, can declare: “We think the price is worth it.” She is now an author and a sought after speaker on the lecture circuit where she describes her life as “devoted to human rights.” This self-delusion and ideas of grandeur poison us as we impose the same tough sanctions on Iran and call for that nations people to be brought to their knees. Medicines dwindle in Iranian hospitals and prices skyrocket due to hyperinflation, the currency losing 15 percent of its value overnight. It is only a matter of time until children starve.
We can look to Afghanistan and Iraq to see our imperialist footprint spreading across the globe. Afghanistan, with its untapped mineral wealth estimated in the trillions of dollars, and Iraq with its vast oil fields, its people only considered “collateral damage” if they are considered at all. Meanwhile, we formulate agreements with the governments we impose that will allow our corporations to steal the resources and keep the citizens in penury. The footprint is on the neck of the people.
And what of Palestine, and her people? It is America that provides the weapons, the cash, and the cover in all Israel’s efforts to dispossess the Palestinian people of their land and resources. An Israeli soldier once told me to go home and deal with the dispossession of the indigenous people in America before I concerned myself with the plight of the Palestinians. He was correct in considering the parallels between genocide in America and ethnic cleansing in Palestine.
While countries smolder and survivors walk among the ruins, a generation lost to violence and destruction, we congratulate ourselves on “winning” and move on to the next conflagration. Americans are lost as well. Lost in our deluded imagination of a country that wishes peace in the world, we remain blind to the horrors of “shock and awe,” drone attacks, night raids and torture while our government sows carnage in every direction. US threats to attack Iran are part of a century-old pattern of violence aimed at ensuring US domination. “Freedom!” we proclaim, “Democracy! How ungrateful these people are! Can’t they see we have liberated them? Why do they hate us? It can only be because we are free.” We wave our flags, paint stars and stripes on our faces and chant “USA! USA! USA!
Columbus Day is a good day to reconsider who I am. I have been to Big Mountain, the Four Corners, and Wounded Knee. I have heard the stories of relocation, theft, poverty and struggle. I have been to too many funerals in Marwahin, Jenin, Beit Lahiya and Gaza. I have sat in the rubble in al-Amiriya, in Qana, in Bint Jbeil, in Rafah, and in Kabul. I have cried with refugee grandmothers whose families have been scattered like seeds on the wind. I have cried with mothers whose children were torn to shreds under laser-guided bombs and whose sons have died as foot soldiers in our wars of conquest. I have cried with men who have dug the bodies of their wives and children from the rubble of their homes. I am intimate with this fella Columbus and I know too well that our national claim of freedom leaves me disgraced and dishonored.
And the blood flows.