Live beautifully. Dream passionately. Love completely.
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One of my all time favourite photographs.
Speaks volumes.
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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 Languageby James Hardy Vaux (1812)found in Project Gutenberg of Australia (eBook No.: 0600111.txt)
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.
There are people in the world with Harry Potter tattoos. Fact. The future of civilisation’s fucked.
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kara and i asap!
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Aerial photograph of the aftermath of the Victorian bushfires.
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)
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
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/