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Waves crash against a previously damaged pier before landfall of Hurricane Sandy, Oct. 29, 2012, in Atlantic City, N.J. Tens of thousands of people were ordered to evacuate coastal areas as big cities and small towns across the U.S. Northeast braced for the onslaught of a superstorm threatening some 60 million people along the most heavily populated corridor in the nation.
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Disney buys out Lucasfilms for 4.5 Billion!
According to a press release given to Street Insider, Disney is already planning Star Wars Episode VII for release in 2015! And on a conference call with reporters, Disney execs said they aim to put out a new live-action Star Wars film every two to three years.
Here’s the official quote from Lucas:
For the past 35 years, one of my greatest pleasures has been to see Star Wars passed from one generation to the next,” said George Lucas, Chairman and Chief Executive Officer of Lucasfilm. “It’s now time for me to pass Star Wars on to a new generation of filmmakers. I’ve always believed thatStar Warscould live beyond me, and I thought it was important to set up the transition during my lifetime. I’m confident that with Lucasfilm under the leadership of Kathleen Kennedy, and having a new home within the Disney organization,Star Wars will certainly live on and flourish for many generations to come. Disney’s reach and experience give Lucasfilm the opportunity to blaze new trails in film, television, interactive media, theme parks, live entertainment, and consumer products.
Disney has purchased LucasFilm for a whopping $4.05 billion. And the Mouse House already has big, big plans for George Lucas’ world.
DISNEY BUYS
LUCASFILM FOR 4.05 BILLION.
According to a press release given to Street Insider, Disney is already planning Star Wars Episode VII for release in 2015! And on a conference call with reporters, Disney execs said they aim to put out a new live-action Star Wars film every two to three years.
Here’s the official quote from Lucas:
For the past 35 years, one of my greatest pleasures has been to see Star Wars passed from one generation to the next,” said George Lucas, Chairman and Chief Executive Officer of Lucasfilm. “It’s now time for me to pass Star Wars on to a new generation of filmmakers. I’ve always believed thatStar Warscould live beyond me, and I thought it was important to set up the transition during my lifetime. I’m confident that with Lucasfilm under the leadership of Kathleen Kennedy, and having a new home within the Disney organization, Star Wars will certainly live on and flourish for many generations to come. Disney’s reach and experience give Lucasfilm the opportunity to blaze new trails in film, television, interactive media, theme parks, live entertainment, and consumer products.
Source: io9
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Ayoola Akinwumiju, founder of Bigg Ayo Photography, was born in Nigeria but currently resides in Manchester, England. He studied Hospitality Management at the Manchester Metropolitan University. His path to photography came about by accident: “I got a Panasonic Lumix GH1 camera as a birthday gift. I never knew much about cameras, but when going out, I’d carry it with me and try out shots anywhere and everywhere.” Soon, people started telling Ayoola that he took great pictures, so he tried to learn everything he could about his camera. “I would see beautiful images and wondered how I could achieve it.” After a friend recommended he get a Canon 5D MKII, he slowly learned the process of using a manual camera. Then, after realizing that his equipment totaled upwards of £14000, he realized that photography was going to be more than a hobby. He says his inspiration comes from music: “I don’t think I could do anything without music. I love weddings and fashion shoots and this is purely because these occasions are always happy times... moments you want to capture to make others happy. The joy, the smiles, they really are beautiful.” Currently, Ayoola’s fantasy shoot would be a high fashion editorial one in different locations throughout Nigeria. His advice for beginning photographers is to be your best and follow your instincts. “I'm not saying I'm the best, but I'm definitely here to make my mark in the photography world.”
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The Beast
The Beast: A Short Story
It could have passed for a movie- one of those action types with the frightening violence, obnoxious red blazes, and mischievous protagonists. But the unsteadiness of the camera and the all-too stable voice of a narrator betrayed its reality. “This... this cannot be happening”, Isi sat motionless as she stared at the repetitive images on the screen. She knew what this would mean. It always meant the same thing.
Growing up in Nigeria, she had been surrounded by people just like her- who bore different versions of her chocolate hue. The distinction that she had known to be of greatest consequence was her personality. When she was young, she was Isi- loud, brash, and inappropriate. At 16, she became Isi- smart, curious, and understanding. The day she moved to England, she was Eesie, the black girl.
At home, where most history was black history, she had been told impressive stories, of what Rosa Parks did on the bus, and what Martin Luther King Jr. said to swollen crowds. It seemed like these people were magicians. With their imaginary wands and gifted speech, they waved racism away with a quick “abracadabra”, freeing the familiar strangers she had always sympathized with from lives of endless torment.
Her arrival to her new home was marred by the unmistakeable presence of prejudice; the nine-lived beast she thought had been forever banished by the freedom- fighters. She felt it in the impolite way the immigration officer ushered her forward in the airport queue; she noticed it in the quickening of a neighbour’s entrance to her flat when she saw this dark-skinned stranger; and almost cried because of it when a brightly- lit cab sped past her wildly outstretched arm.
Since childhood, she had learned to exude the social class that consumed her- through her near-perfect vocabulary, and enviable grooming. Her heritage had been apparent, noted by anyone who witnessed her motions. But here, everything raised questions, and eyebrows. Questions were raised between young girls that sat across her on the subway, eyeing the stitching of her Chanel bag for any indications of a shifty origin. Eyebrows were lifted when chatty shop-workers discovered that this poor black girl was well-educated, and when other bus passengers turned to glance at her and her Nigerian friend as they argued eloquently about politics. This beast, in its constant lurking through the London streets, made her paranoid of every glance and smile she received, searching for a hidden emotion on the faces of seemingly polite strangers.
Her heightened awareness was brought to bear as she sat there staring at the horrific scenes of the London riots. She knew how it had all started, but she also knew how people would see it- as further evidence of the “black man’s dilemma”. She imagined the types of people whose unsavoury judgements were only reserved for the dinner table, that would raise their hands and feel they were proved right. Some of them were probably the ones that would read her submitted applications. The thought of her dreams of being a lawyer becoming any more elusive brought a dampness to her palms and a sickness to her stomach. “It’s hard enough as it is”, she thought to herself.
She remembered the law mixer she had attended. There, two or three young members of every major London firm were present to scope out her university’s talent. Most of them had water bottles close by, prepared for the carnage that awaited them, like seasoned athletes. Isi, along with two hundred or so other students, had come dressed in a suit, CV in hand, and with smart questions prepared. She worked her way around the stalls, regurgitating her memorised questions with a false novelty each time. One answer that seemed to fall into her lap at most stalls like a perfectly ripened fruit was embedded in her mind without her having to take notes. When she asked about the firm’s culture, most of the lawyers said the typical things about it being friendly and supportive. And then, with a near seamless transition, they began to talk about diversity, seemingly picking the speech to suit their audience. They told her about how accepting the firm was, saying that they worked with SEO or Rare, and asking if she knew what these were.
She smiled to herself. Of course I know them, she thought. Those two names seemed to be the only tickets for an entrance by black faces into the exclusive legal profession. An abundance of African and Caribbean students constantly ran to them for safe haven from the beast, but they secretly despaired that these two giants were not powerful enough to protect them all. These giants functioned like auction houses, offering the best and brightest black students to each firm, so that one or two may be chosen.
Isi wished it was different. If she was one of the lucky few, she did not want to be forced to become a shining example of the firm’s diversity- a representative of blackness, as she had been in her Literature class, when the English teacher awkwardly discussed the “ugly masks” of Africans in Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness”. But she could not avoid this- it was the technique that was used to market a false existence.
As Isi drooped further into the sofa, weighted by her emotions, she realised an important truth. She had come to this town ready to give it her all, with her arms outstretched. But they were thrown, with each beastly discovery, closer and closer to herself, until they enveloped her in a protective shell. She felt like a visitor in this place, and she would feel that way until the ugly beast’s ninth life finally expired.
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Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - The Pool of Tears
The Pool of Tears
Posted by @lewiscarroll
16 December 1862
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - Down the Rabbit-Hole
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice ‘without pictures or conversation?’
So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.
There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it sovery much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, ‘Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!’ (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
Down the Rabbit-Hole
posted by @lewiscarroll
13 November 1862
Illustrations courtesy of Sir John Tenniel
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled ‘ORANGE MARMALADE’, but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.
‘Well!’ thought Alice to herself, ‘after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they’ll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn’t say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!’ (Which was very likely true.)
Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! ‘I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time?’ she said aloud. ‘I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think —’ (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) ‘— yes, that’s about the right distance — but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I’ve got to?’ (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)
Presently she began again. ‘I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think —’ (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn’t sound at all the right word) ‘— but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma’am, is this New Zealand or Australia?’ (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke — fancy curtseying as you’re falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) ‘And what an ignorant little girl she’ll think me for asking! No, it’ll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.’
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. ‘Dinah’ll miss me very much to-night, I should think!’ (Dinah was the cat.) ‘I hope they’ll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that’s very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?’ And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, ‘Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?’ and sometimes, ‘Do bats eat cats?’ for, you see, as she couldn’t answer either question, it didn’t much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, ‘Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?’ when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.
Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, ‘Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting!’ She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the
Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.
There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again.
Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and Alice’s first thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!
Mirror of Introspection
Through love and sincerity continuously beautify your inner life in every way, by daily looking into the mirror of introspection.
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El gobierno pide la dimisión del pueblo
Manifestantes pidiendo más recortes
Se cumplen ya casi cinco meses desde que los ministros del actual gobierno salieran a las puestas de Moncloa para pedir en bloque la dimisión del puebo.
La portavoz Soraya Sainz de Santamaria ha declarado a este medio que esta situación es insostenible y que no pueden estar más tiempo a la interperie.
Por su parte el pueblo insiste en que sin rocortes NO llegaremos jamás a estar a la cola de Europa y del mundo.
Para ello siguen dando solociones como donar a los bancos sus viviendas o sacrificar la educación de sus hijos.
Numerosas empresas multinacionales han sacado al mercado nuevos productos para colaborar con los ciudadanos a reducir los gastos estatales. Por ejemplo el kit "hazlo tu mismo" de operacón de corazón.