中東現場 - 揭開伊斯蘭世界的衝突迷霧
作者: 張翠容
page 194
Quote "有件事必須弄明白:我並非說過任何不尋常或驚人的話。不尋常的話在我停止時才開始,但我已經無法說出口。" - Maurice Blanchot -
又如阿富汗。當阿富汗面對乾旱和貧窮時,可口可樂卻在首都喀布爾重開,這對人民可說是百害而無一利,因為一瓶可口可樂需要消耗七瓶水,況且老百姓根本無力消費,但阿富汗總統仍自鳴得意地主持可口可樂的開幕剪綵活動,並表示阿富汗將由此邁向經濟發展新頁,在場記者無不搖頭嘆息,金權政治將在阿富汗扎根。
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
tri-x,double x:iso200
Eastman Double-x (5222): iso 200
HC-110 (B): 5mins
Tri-X400: iso 200
HC-110 (B) : 6.75 mins
Developer:
18.8/600mL
--> 6:15
Thursday, November 8, 2012
unknown
Trix with iso unknown
assumed: 400 [cover]/from the package i marked 1000
develope: HC-110 [B]300 = 9.4mL dilutes to 300mL
develope time: 7.5 mins (20 celcius)
develope time: 5 mins (25 celcius) = unknown exactly
note:
1)fixer doesn't work well on the text chip
2)no soft water (no brita, only boiled water)
3)no water left for wetting agent
4)FIRST TIME USING THE PATERSON lol
Monday, September 10, 2012
fslcc
** ERROR (nifti_image_read): failed to find header file for '-t'
** ERROR: nifti_image_open(-t): bad header info
Error: failed to open file -t
Cannot open volume -t for reading!
** ERROR (nifti_image_read): failed to find header file for '-t'
** ERROR: nifti_image_open(-t): bad header info
Error: failed to open file -t
Cannot open volume -t for reading!
** ERROR: nifti_image_open(-t): bad header info
Error: failed to open file -t
Cannot open volume -t for reading!
** ERROR (nifti_image_read): failed to find header file for '-t'
** ERROR: nifti_image_open(-t): bad header info
Error: failed to open file -t
Cannot open volume -t for reading!
Thursday, July 12, 2012
HC-110
PDF:
1. developer time:
http://www.digitaltruth.com/chart/search_text.php?Developer=HC-110
2. Developer time: http://www.photostock.fr/site/FICHE_TECHNIQUE/HC110.pdf
3. dilutions of HC: http://www.covingtoninnovations.com/hc110/
1. developer time:
http://www.digitaltruth.com/chart/search_text.php?Developer=HC-110
2. Developer time: http://www.photostock.fr/site/FICHE_TECHNIQUE/HC110.pdf
3. dilutions of HC: http://www.covingtoninnovations.com/hc110/
Dilution from SYRUP | 240 mL (1 roll, steel tank) | 300 mL (1 roll, plastic tank) | 480 mL (2 rolls, steel tank) | 600 mL (2 rolls, plastic tank) |
---|---|---|---|---|
A (1:15) | 15 mL | 18.8 mL | 30 mL | 37.5 mL |
B (1:31) | 7.5 mL | 9.4 mL | 15 mL | 18.8 mL |
C (1:19) | 12 mL | 15 mL | 24 mL | 30 mL |
D (1:39) | 6 mL | 7.5 mL | 12 mL | 15 mL |
E (1:47) | 5 mL | 6.3 mL | 10 mL | 12.5 mL |
F (1:79) | 3 mL* | 3.8 mL* | 6 mL | 7.5 mL |
G (1:119) | 2 mL* | 2.5 mL* | 4 mL* | 5 mL* |
H (1:63) | 3.8 mL* | 4.7 mL* | 7.5 mL | 9.4 mL |
The following table tells you how much SYRUP (original HC-110 concentrate) to use to make specific amounts of particular dilutions:
Ilford pan100: B/ISO100/8 min (20celcius)
Eastman double-x: B/ ISO200/ 5 min (20celcius)
Eastman double-x: B/ ISO250/ 6 min (20celcius)
Ilford pan100: B/ISO100/8 min (20celcius)
Eastman double-x: B/ ISO200/ 5 min (20celcius)
Eastman double-x: B/ ISO250/ 6 min (20celcius)
Friday, June 29, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
A single man (2009)
no my story, no my pain, no my generation
but it reflects the normal soul of being solitude
hoping to break the ice, hoping to retain the ice
a long long last condition being suicide
believe something, grasp the moment
neither coincidence nor intention
but mutual spirit flow
Reprise (2006)
i hope all the beautiful won't become the damned
though we might find just a little moment under the weak light that would be the only thing.
can't remember,dear.
can't remember,dear.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Pimenta dioica
Ingredients
- 2 slices fresh white bread
- 1/4 cup milk
- 3 tablespoons clarified butter, divided
- 1/2 cup finely chopped onion
- A pinch plus 1 teaspoon kosher salt
- 3/4 pound ground chuck
- 3/4 pound ground pork
- 2 large egg yolks
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon ground allspice
- 1/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
- 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
- 3 cups beef broth
- 1/4 cup heavy cream
Preheat oven to 200 degrees F.
Tear the bread into pieces and place in a small mixing bowl along with the milk. Set aside.
In a 12-inch straight sided saute pan over medium heat, melt 1 tablespoon of the butter. Add the onion and a pinch of salt and sweat until the onions are soft. Remove from the heat and set aside.
In the bowl of a stand mixer, combine the bread and milk mixture, ground chuck, pork, egg yolks, 1 teaspoon of kosher salt, black pepper, allspice, nutmeg, and onions. Beat on medium speed for 1 to 2 minutes.
Using a scale, weigh meatballs into 1-ounce portions and place on a sheet pan. Using your hands, shape the meatballs into rounds.
Heat the remaining butter in the saute pan over medium-low heat, or in an electric skillet set to 250 degrees F. Add the meatballs and saute until golden brown on all sides, about 7 to 10 minutes. Remove the meatballs to an ovenproof dish using a slotted spoon and place in the warmed oven.
Once all of the meatballs are cooked, decrease the heat to low and add the flour to the pan or skillet. Whisk until lightly browned, approximately 1 to 2 minutes. Gradually add the beef stock and whisk until sauce begins to thicken. Add the cream and continue to cook until the gravy reaches the desired consistency. Remove the meatballs from the oven, cover with the gravy and serve.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Harry Callahan (October 22, 1912 – March 15, 1999)
Harry Callahan, Eleanor,Chicago |
Callahan (1912 –1999) discovered photography in his native Detroithttp://artblart.com/tag/harry-callahan/
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Z.B.
It flows through me like rain..
first of all
it stretched like, like a
Rubber
it's hard to recognize
my heart is a balloon sleeping with a
KNIFE
i order one cup of coffee
to reminisce
Rwanda, fruitful, lively, a talkative child ,
effervesce
sour and sweet
GUATEMALA
bitter sour, Arrogant Scent, mutable; flowers, bitter, sour...
COSTA RICA Smell like Stockholm dream
cloudy, quiescent,soil leaching
COSTA RICA Smell like Stockholm dream
cloudy, quiescent,soil leaching
Monday, April 23, 2012
Gelevera Deresi
Koyverdun gittun beni Allah'undan bulasun
Kimse almasun seni yine bana kalasun
Sevduðum senun aþkýn ciðerlerumi daðlar
Hiç mi duþunmedun sen sevduðun boyle aðlar
Kimse almasun seni yine bana kalasun
Sevduðum senun aþkýn ciðerlerumi daðlar
Hiç mi duþunmedun sen sevduðun boyle aðlar
Gelevera deresi iki daðun arasi
Yuzunden silinmesun piçaðumun yarasi
Yuzunden silinmesun piçaðumun yarasi
You just let go and left me, may God curse you
May nobody take you, you'd be mine after all
May nobody take you, you'd be mine after all
My darling your love sears my lungs
Didn't you ever think that your lover can cry like that?
Didn't you ever think that your lover can cry like that?
Gelevera Brook, in the middle of two mountains
May the scar from my knife not fade away from your face.
May the scar from my knife not fade away from your face.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
half-left
2012.2.20
iso:1000
Xtol: 23mins (21
°C Below, without controlling it)
fixer: 8 mins (still yellow part left)
developing half (23 maybe too much (?))
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
flat fringe.
i dreamed about a flat fringe of you, as usual without any expression on face. i think this is connected node, he said. but this node just a insignificant one in our life, both you and I.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Charles John Huffam Dickens
Beyond the walls, the whole sweet Valley of the Arno, the convent at Fiesole, the Tower of Galileo, Boccaccio's house, old villas and retreats; innumerable spots of interest, all glowing in a landscape of surpassing beauty steeped in the richest light; are spread before us.
Returning from so much brightness, how solemn and how grand the streets again, with their great, dark, mournful palaces, and many legends: not of siege, and war, and might, and Iron Hand alone, but of the triumphant growth of peaceful Arts and Sciences.
What light is shed upon the world, at this day, from amidst these rugged Palaces of Florence! Here, open to all comers, in their beautiful and calm retreats, the ancient Sculptors are immortal, side by side with Michael Angelo, Canova, Titian, Rembrandt, Raphael, Poets, Historians, Philosophers - those illustrious men of history, beside whom its crowned heads and harnessed warriors show so poor and small, and are so soon forgotten.
Here, the imperishable part of noble minds survives, placid and equal, when strongholds of assault and defence are overthrown; when the tyranny of the many, or the few, or both, is but a tale; when Pride and Power are so much cloistered dust. The fire within the stern streets, and among the massive Palaces and Towers, kindled by rays from Heaven, is still burning brightly, when the flickering of war is extinguished and the household fires of generations have decayed; as thousands upon thousands of faces, rigid with the strife and passion of the hour, have faded out of the old Squares and public haunts, while the nameless Florentine Lady, preserved from oblivion by a Painter's hand, yet lives on, in enduring grace and youth.
Let us look back on Florence while we may, and when its shining Dome is seen no more, go travelling through cheerful Tuscany, with a bright remembrance of it; for Italy will be the fairer for the recollection. The summer-time being come: and Genoa, and Milan, and the Lake of Como lying far behind us: and we resting at Faido, a Swiss village, near the awful rocks and mountains, theeverlasting snows and roaring cataracts, of the Great Saint Gothard: hearing the Italian tongue for the last time on this journey: let us part from Italy, with all its miseries and wrongs, affectionately, in our admiration of the beauties, natural and artificial, of which it is full to overflowing, and in our tenderness towards a people, naturally well-disposed, and patient, and sweet-tempered.
Years of neglect, oppression, and misrule,have been at work, to change their nature and reduce their spirit; miserable jealousies, fomented by petty Princes to whom union was destruction, and division strength, have been a canker at their root of nationality, and have barbarized their language; but the good that was in them ever, is in them yet, and a noble people may be, one day, raised up from these ashes. Let us entertain that hope! And let us not remember Italy the less regardfully, because, in every fragment of her fallen Temples, and every stone of her deserted palaces and prisons, she helps to inculcate the lesson that the wheel of Time is rolling for an end, and that the world is, in all great essentials, better, gentler, more forbearing, and more hopeful, as it rolls!
Returning from so much brightness, how solemn and how grand the streets again, with their great, dark, mournful palaces, and many legends: not of siege, and war, and might, and Iron Hand alone, but of the triumphant growth of peaceful Arts and Sciences.
What light is shed upon the world, at this day, from amidst these rugged Palaces of Florence! Here, open to all comers, in their beautiful and calm retreats, the ancient Sculptors are immortal, side by side with Michael Angelo, Canova, Titian, Rembrandt, Raphael, Poets, Historians, Philosophers - those illustrious men of history, beside whom its crowned heads and harnessed warriors show so poor and small, and are so soon forgotten.
Here, the imperishable part of noble minds survives, placid and equal, when strongholds of assault and defence are overthrown; when the tyranny of the many, or the few, or both, is but a tale; when Pride and Power are so much cloistered dust. The fire within the stern streets, and among the massive Palaces and Towers, kindled by rays from Heaven, is still burning brightly, when the flickering of war is extinguished and the household fires of generations have decayed; as thousands upon thousands of faces, rigid with the strife and passion of the hour, have faded out of the old Squares and public haunts, while the nameless Florentine Lady, preserved from oblivion by a Painter's hand, yet lives on, in enduring grace and youth.
Let us look back on Florence while we may, and when its shining Dome is seen no more, go travelling through cheerful Tuscany, with a bright remembrance of it; for Italy will be the fairer for the recollection. The summer-time being come: and Genoa, and Milan, and the Lake of Como lying far behind us: and we resting at Faido, a Swiss village, near the awful rocks and mountains, theeverlasting snows and roaring cataracts, of the Great Saint Gothard: hearing the Italian tongue for the last time on this journey: let us part from Italy, with all its miseries and wrongs, affectionately, in our admiration of the beauties, natural and artificial, of which it is full to overflowing, and in our tenderness towards a people, naturally well-disposed, and patient, and sweet-tempered.
Years of neglect, oppression, and misrule,have been at work, to change their nature and reduce their spirit; miserable jealousies, fomented by petty Princes to whom union was destruction, and division strength, have been a canker at their root of nationality, and have barbarized their language; but the good that was in them ever, is in them yet, and a noble people may be, one day, raised up from these ashes. Let us entertain that hope! And let us not remember Italy the less regardfully, because, in every fragment of her fallen Temples, and every stone of her deserted palaces and prisons, she helps to inculcate the lesson that the wheel of Time is rolling for an end, and that the world is, in all great essentials, better, gentler, more forbearing, and more hopeful, as it rolls!
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Art for art's sake
while there were no major political conflicts in Europe between 1872 and 1914, artistic and intellectual battles were waged which generated the new era of modernism in which art began to explore the subtleties of individual perception and ultimately, explored itself. / so what should i dream of being studying art abroad? really, really ridiculous : )
subject matter underwent a great change as artists began to respond to the external influences of foreign cultures and the internal influence of their own subconscious. some artists were absorbed with the idea of returning through art to a pre0industrialized, non-scientific order.
1854: Japanese government signed a treaty with Commodore Perry of the united states Navy agreeing to export to the open market of the west.
the exquisiteness and handcrafted perfection of the Japanese objects contracted strongly with the cheap, mass-produced articles being turned out in the wake of the Industrial Revolution. Japan, so long hidden and remote, offered a new sensibility to artists rebelling against their Industrialized circumstances.
the influence from Japan on this surge of printmaking was twofold. for not only did it change the way art looked. it changed what was expressed. Japanese ukiyo-e prints, by their very definition, altered the Western consciousness of art. Ukiyo-e "the floating world." the world of actors, the theater, pleasures. sex.a world rarely depicted seriously in the West.
from his earliest years Riviére had the desire to become an artist."I spent my days drawing and paiting,seeing my little store of money gradually disappearing, without hope of renewing it. Fortunately, an important change was going to allow me to provide more for my maintenance and let me know about a whole world of which i knew nothing": Chat Noir.
" the epileptic, baudelarian, and anti-philistine red herrings "
documents d'art chinois de la collection osvald siren (1925)
subject matter underwent a great change as artists began to respond to the external influences of foreign cultures and the internal influence of their own subconscious. some artists were absorbed with the idea of returning through art to a pre0industrialized, non-scientific order.
1854: Japanese government signed a treaty with Commodore Perry of the united states Navy agreeing to export to the open market of the west.
the exquisiteness and handcrafted perfection of the Japanese objects contracted strongly with the cheap, mass-produced articles being turned out in the wake of the Industrial Revolution. Japan, so long hidden and remote, offered a new sensibility to artists rebelling against their Industrialized circumstances.
the influence from Japan on this surge of printmaking was twofold. for not only did it change the way art looked. it changed what was expressed. Japanese ukiyo-e prints, by their very definition, altered the Western consciousness of art. Ukiyo-e "the floating world." the world of actors, the theater, pleasures. sex.a world rarely depicted seriously in the West.
from his earliest years Riviére had the desire to become an artist."I spent my days drawing and paiting,seeing my little store of money gradually disappearing, without hope of renewing it. Fortunately, an important change was going to allow me to provide more for my maintenance and let me know about a whole world of which i knew nothing": Chat Noir.
" the epileptic, baudelarian, and anti-philistine red herrings "
documents d'art chinois de la collection osvald siren (1925)
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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