miscellany & ephemera..
I lay before you the shining jewels of the interwebs.
Live beautifully. Dream passionately. Love completely.
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Live beautifully. Dream passionately. Love completely.

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3 hours ago
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Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse
unreturn’d love,
But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one
way or another,
(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d,
Yet out of that I have written these songs.)

Walt Whitman

(ping @gctim)

9 hours ago
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“It is time now for joyousness…”
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“It is time now for joyousness…”

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13 hours ago
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…And the darkest hour is just before dawn.
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…And the darkest hour is just before dawn.

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2 days ago
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One of my all time favourite photographs.
Speaks volumes.
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One of my all time favourite photographs.

Speaks volumes.

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3 days ago
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Santa loves all kids...even ginger ones.

Flash Talk

philjengkane:

FLASH: the cant language used by the family. To speak good 
flash is to be well versed in cant terms.
FLASH: a person who affects any peculiar habit, as swearing,
dressing ina particular manner, taking snuff, etc., merely 
to be taken notice of,is said to do it out of flash.

FLASH: to be flash to any matter or meaning, is to understand 
or comprehend it, and is synonymous with being fly, down, or 
awake; to put a person flash to any thing, is to put him 
on his guard, to explain or inform him of what he was 
before unacquainted with.

FLASH: to shew or expose any thing: as I flash'd him a bean, 
I shewed him a guinea. Don't flash your sticks, don't expose 
your pistols, etc.

FLASH-COVE, or COVESS: the landlord or landlady of 
a flash-ken.

FLASH-CRIB, FLASH-KEN, or FLASH-PANNY, a public-house 
resorted to chiefly by family people, the master of which 
is commonly an old prig, and not unfrequently an old-lag.

FLASH-MAN: a favourite or fancy-man; but this term is 
generally applied to those dissolute characters upon the 
town, who subsist upon the liberality of unfortunate women; 
and who, in return, are generally at hand during their 
nocturnal perambulations, to protect them should any
brawl occur, or should they be detected in robbing those 
whom they have picked up.

FLASH-MOLLISHER: a family-woman.

FLASH-SONG: a song interlarded with flash words, generally 
relating to the exploits of the prigging fraternity in 
their various branches of depredation.
-excerpted from A New and Comprehensive Vocabulary 
of the Flash Language
by  James Hardy Vaux (1812) 
found in Project Gutenberg of Australia 
(eBook No.:  0600111.txt)
6 hours ago
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Bagpuss and Professor Yaffle.
Bagpuss, dear Bagpuss Old Fat Furry Catpuss Wake up and look at this thing that I bring Wake up, be bright, be golden and light Bagpuss, oh hear what I sing
No wonder British people are so peculiar.

Bagpuss and Professor Yaffle.

Bagpuss, dear Bagpuss
Old Fat Furry Catpuss
Wake up and look at this thing that I bring
Wake up, be bright, be golden and light
Bagpuss, oh hear what I sing

No wonder British people are so peculiar.

12 hours ago
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There are people in the world with Harry Potter tattoos. Fact. The future of civilisation’s fucked.
ladykara:

shabangmcc:

everythingharrypotter:

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kara and i asap!

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There are people in the world with Harry Potter tattoos. Fact. The future of civilisation’s fucked.

ladykara:

shabangmcc:

everythingharrypotter:

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kara and i asap!

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13 hours ago
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Aerial photograph of the aftermath of the Victorian bushfires.
buyhercandy:

Burnt out trees outside Kinglake that were destroyed by fire are viewed from this aerial shot on February 8, 2009. Over 170 people were killed and entire towns razed in one of the worst wildfire disasters in Australian history, sending thousands fleeing in scenes Prime Minister Kevin Rudd compared to “hell”. (MARK SMITH/AFP/Getty Images) (via 2009 in photos (part 3 of 3) - The Big Picture - Boston.com)

Aerial photograph of the aftermath of the Victorian bushfires.

buyhercandy:

Burnt out trees outside Kinglake that were destroyed by fire are viewed from this aerial shot on February 8, 2009. Over 170 people were killed and entire towns razed in one of the worst wildfire disasters in Australian history, sending thousands fleeing in scenes Prime Minister Kevin Rudd compared to “hell”. (MARK SMITH/AFP/Getty Images) (via 2009 in photos (part 3 of 3) - The Big Picture - Boston.com)

2 days ago
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gratitude: three good things

Inspired by my friend Wednesday, today I’m counting my blessings - just three little things that make my world sing.

1) My downstairs neighbour has finally turned the corner with her cello practice. I’m glad I didn’t complain when first she was screeching and sawing at the strings in a desperate tuneless frenzy, because it’s been a pleasure hearing her improve over the months. Today she played a very passable version of a favourite Bach piece and it was quite moving.

2) Thunder and lightning on a febrile evening: spectacle and drama from one’s own balcony.

3) A Christmas card from someone you’d lost touch with: the number of tiny actions it has taken for them to reach you makes the gesture all the lovelier

3 days ago
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SEOmoz | 8 Predictions for SEO in 2010

stewartheys:

via seomoz.org

“Prediction #6 - SEO Spending will rise dramatically”

‘Display ads through publishers’ sits at the bottom of all interactive marketing tactics. So, how should publishers turn this around?

Behavioural targeting maybe? http://digitaljetsam.wordpress.com/2009/12/16/behavioral-targeting-technology-misunderstood-underused/

Posted via web from stewartheys’s posterousComment »

3 days ago
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O you whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you;
As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
3 days ago
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