A few nice order pills images I found:
Mooncake Festival!
Image by just for fun ^^
haha at last my internet connection is fine. I missed Flickr! Yesterday was mooncake festival celebrated by the chinese.
Heres a little infos i know bout mooncake festival. Mooncake Festival celebrates the birthday of the moon and its also known as Mid Autumn Fest. Normally this day brings the family together including eating mooncakes. I remember I once attended a tradisional mooncake celebration that includes prayers, many kinds of food, sitting at the veranda, children will b singing mooncake fest songs, adults drinking tea, talking and of cos the lantern carrying tradition!
Children will normally b playing paper made lanterns with candles int he mid. haha but these days, theres lanterns function by batteries and music.
See those rounded mooncakes? some has egg yolks in the centre tht symbolises the moon. The traditional fillings of mooncakes are red bean paste, lotus seed paste [my fav =p], coconut, black sesame, green tea.. n many more. The modern filings we can find in the market today includes white coffee with choc bits, tiramisu, and even durian! lol some even put raspberry fillings
Theres actually many stories on the origins of mooncakes. Theres a legend of a lady called Chang Er, also knwon as the lady of the moon tht flew to the moon. Ten sun existed back then, and a long drought persisted, so the emperor asked for archers to shoot down the suns. The best archer was Chang Er’s husband that shot down 9suns. He was then given immortality pills and bcame a tyrant with his new power. To save the country, Chang Er stole the pill and swallowed it herseldf, then she flew to the bright moon and became the Moon Goddess. It is said that she lives with a rabbit and a cassia tree, that is why mooncakes are stamped with designs of moon lady, the jade rabbit, or grooves of cassia trees.
Sounds irrelevant? theres another more logical story that talks about the harsh ruling of the Mongols on the China in the 14th century. In order for the chinese to send secret messages of uprising the mongols, they embedded informations in th cakes so when the chinese cut the mooncakes to eat, they will know about the secret messages.
Nowadays, some bakers put printed peaces of paper on mooncakes with words of wisdom so its not a surprise to find one! =p
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Image by Martin Kimeldorf’s Pixel Playground
About 10 days ago as I was almost over my achilles tendon issue, when my right quad blew out. I have been with two leg braces in bed. A wonderful friend gave me a wireless computer to play with and another got it to work with the internet. I can do about 2 hours a day on this thiingy.
But I’m having to forgo pixel play and wandering across my wacom tablet. In stead, I worked a bit with filters and such on this simple image…
These days I am returning mostly to my wordsmithing ways–journaling.
There is no need to reply to this pathos…it just made me feel good to get it down, out of my head…put it on a keyboard…and then set it free in cyberspace.
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NOTES FROM A PRISONER OF WAR ON THE SECOND FLOOR
M. kimeldorf
In 2006 my joints, nerves, and spine collaborated in distorting muscles and tendons as they waged war upon my soul. During winter the spine sent suicide bombers down from my sciatica and into my big right toe. Then in Spring-Summer the C3 and C4 sent terrorists to mess with the wiring from my neck down to the finger tips on my left hand. I’m certain, my finger tingling is not how God designed the infrastructure. On this 93 degree day in the Pacific Northwest, I’m writing to you now from my encampment on the second floor of my home. Both legs are velcroed into braces, and if you want to laugh, watch me use the toilet.
In 1910 Louise Meunier took his first breath. As the techies would say today, “he was an early adopter.” He had one of the first model-T cars in his neighborhood, owned a plane at age 33, and went on to design paper mills that used re-cycled products in an era when Rachel Carlson was still just a kid dreaming about the environment.
None of this was given to him, he earned it all. He was always workin’ which included: golf caddy, soda jerk, newspaper boy, salesman, manager, saxophone player. Louis had large, luminous-almost kid-like-eyes. He was unassuming, except when he would impersonate admirals and Nordstrom CEO’s to perfect strangers. He also likes to portray himself as a Frenchman, but only knows a half dozen words
Louis and his wife Agnes raised a funny, bright, and magical daughter…whom I tricked into marrying me. She is my Judy-bug.
On Sunday, around 5 am Louis went in for that final “innovation” and left us at age 96 on a hot July day.
By that Sunday night, I could no longer get out of bed. The next day I would struggle to get downstairs to go to the emergency service room. I almost passed out twice from pain. By the second time, they gave me the preferred drug of choice by Hospice patients. This past week I have bonded with Mrs. Vicadin and Ms. Percaset as I needed the friendship at times.
Judy had to do things unheard of, like helping me pee into mayonnaise jar, removing a toilet seat to replace it with a tall adapter, run obscure parts of the computer, and try to exercise my bum knee by hand. She almost-cheerfully wakes up at 11 pm and 2 am to strap me into my “legs” so I can wobble towards the bathroom, clutching Louis’s creaky walker.
My bed is surrounded by pill bottles standing at attention, while a remote handset and cell phone snooze in black plastic cradles.
Brian came over for 6 hours to see if he could install a wireless computer so I would have something to do during the day. (How many times can I look at my darn photos on the wall?) Nobody, but a very solid friend would spend that much time tinkering with my hardware. Unfortunately, it didn’t work completely…gotta call Apple tomorrow.
Ever try to get tech support, while balancing a phone on your ear and computer on a pillow? The only thing worse than that nightmare is when the phone becomes jammed, and I have to wait for Judy to return and disconnect and re-connect the batteries in the phone at the other end of the house.
I know there is a lesson here somewhere. Is it that old crazy aphorism: If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans”. Or might it be heard in my more acute pain moments when I call out to God in my head, “Please take me all at once, not in little pieces like this!” Perhaps this preview of advanced aging serves to spur me into taking early retirement in order to enjoy what I might have left.
Or am I just having Twilight Zone moment, At any moment I expect to see Rod Serling exit from the bathroom, cigarette in hand….and saying something like:
What happens when the wiring in your world goes a bit off?
In the predawn light , you notice three spiders [Louis, me, Judy] behaving as if they were drunk on the rosy rising sun….they are deviating from the horizontal and vertical grids you have seen on all the previous mornings…In this particular moment you notice they are spinning a new, odd and surreal webbing…criss-crossing in an intoxicated manner. Suddenly, you see what looks like a shadow-bug of yourself heading for the web. You have been so busy making the web, you hadn’t noticed who it was for…
Welcome to YOUR twilight zone.
Advertizing with Queen Victoria and Family
Image by merlinprincesse
It starts slowly … One finds an interesting paper in an old book and one decides to keep it. Then gradually little bits of paper or postcards, or old photos accumulate. After some years, a lot of those treasures has been collected, but still, they are not classified. And one is left with a decicion to make: bring order in all those papers or throw them away. That is the destiny of many collectors and that’s what happened to my parents. As collectors and then as antiquarians, they found a lot of things. But dad died in 1995. It’s only in 2011, after many years of hesitation, that my mother, now aged 86, finally decided to keep everything and put order in her collection of "advertisings". Here are some pictures that show you the beginning of this adventure wich is far from over.
Queen Victoria died in 1901. Her son, Edward VII, died in 1910 and her grand-son, George V, in 1936. The baby is George V’s son, the future King Edward VIII, born in 1894 and dead in 1972. The advertising has probably been published between 1895 and 1901, when Victoria died. This pub can be traduced as "Dr William’s Pink Pills for Pale People"… 
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