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(Image courtesy of a Google image search...)Make a list of five strengths that you possess as a writer/artist. It's not really bragging, it's an honest assessment (forced upon you by this darn meme). Please resist the urge to enumerate your weaknesses, or even mention them in contrast to each strong point you list. Tag four other writers or artists whom you'd like to see share their strengths.
Opening Chapter's Blag - a Blag = Bl(og) + (M)ag(azine) - has finally been launched. There are articles in it by some bloggers known to you - including this blogger... 
Fewdays ago I posted Meaning of Eight Auspicious symbols in my blog. Many readers and friends from Thailand told me if i can translate these meanings in thai langauge, it is very helpful for them who can not understand in english. So I ask for a Friend to help me for translate, her name is poy. She perfectlly translated the meaning of 8 auspicious symbols. Here They are enjoy :-) . If something Mistake plz write in comments, please suggest us.
1.)มหาสังข์ วนขวา (อุตตรวัตร) (Right-coiled White Conch) หมายถึง หอยสังข์สีขาวซึ่งมีลักษณะพิเศษ คือในจำนวนหอยสังข์นับพันๆ ตัวจะมีมหาสังข์ที่วนลึกลงบนขวามือเพียงไม่กี่องค์เท่านั้น เมื่อเป่ามหาสังข์นี้แล้วจะมีเสียงประดุจดั่งคำสอนขององค์พระพุทธเจ้าก้องกังวาลออกมา
2.)มหาฉัตร (Precious Umberlla) หมายถึง การปกครองจากความเจ็บไข้ได้ป่วยทั้งปวงและรวมทั้งสถาพโรคที่เบียดเบียนในชีวิต อีกทั้งยังได้รับการปกป้องภายใต้มหาฉัตรที่มีร่มเงาแห่งความดีและสุขสำราญ อีกทั้งปราศจากทุกข์ทั้งมวล
3.)มหาธงแห่งชัยชนะ (Victory Banner) หมายถึง ชัยชนะเหนือตนเองและบุคคลอื่นทั้งทางกาย , วาจาและจิต ชัยชนะหมายถึง สิ่งที่เป็นมิจฉาทิษฐิทั้งปวง ความชนะอย่างสมบูรณ์ด้วยพุทธธรรม ซึ่งอยู่เหนือการเบียดเบียนและพลังแห่งอันตรายทั้งปวง
4.)สุวรรณมัจฉา (Golden Fish) หมายถึง การมีชีวิตอยู่ในสังสารวัฎ โดยปราศจากซึ่งความกลัว และภยันตรายทั้งปวง จากวัฎฎสงสารแห่งห้วงมหาสมุทรแห่งทุกข์ทั้งปวง ประดุจดั่งปลาที่แหวกว่ายในวัฎฎสงสาร โดยปราศจากความกลัวและความล่มสลายแห่งสรรพชีวิต
5.)วงล้อแห่งธรรม (Dharma Wheel) หมายถึง คำสั่งสอนของพระสัมมาสัมพุทธเจ้า ที่ได้ทรงโปรดสั่งสอนเวไนยสัตว์ทั้งปวง ประดุจดั่งวงล้อรัตนชาติ ซึ่งผู้ปฏิบัติธรรมจะรื่นเริงในธรรมแห่งองค์พระศาสดาตลอดไป
6.)ยันต์ศุภมงคล (Auspicious Drawing,Endless Knot) หมายถึง ข้อวัตรในศาสนกิจที่เอื้ออำนวยศุภผลทั้งมวลอย่างชั่วนิรันด์ เช่นเดียวกันกับการเรืองด้วยปัญญาญาณและสุญตาณาญ จนเข้าสู่มหานิพพาน เข้าสู่ธรรมอัญวิเศษอย่างสมบูรณ์และยิ่งใหญ่ด้วยความเมตตากรุณาเป็นอัปปมัญญา
7.)ดอกบัวบาน (Lotus Flower) หมายถึง เป็นสัญลักษณ์ของความบริสุทธ์ของกาย , วาจาและจิต ให้ปราศจากซึ่งความสกปรก เศร้าหมอง อีกทั้งอิสรภาพแห่งความสุขสำราญอย่างแท้จริงและจะบานอุดมยิ่ง
8.)แจกันมหาสมบัติ (Vase of Treasure) หมายถึง เป็นสัญลักษณ์ของความสมบูรณ์พูนสุข อายุยืนยาวไม่รู้จบ ความมั่งคั่งสมบูรณ์ด้วยโภคทรัพย์และสุ๘ภาพ พร้อมทั้งสรรพประโยชน์ในโลกและอิสรภาพบังเกิดขึ้นแก่มวลมนุษย์
The Vincent Razorbacks - The Vincent Razorbacks (Aka Date With The Devil) -2004
Surfin' DOA
Date With The Devil
Jack The Ripper
Sweet Unlucky 13
Johnny Razor
Ain't Got No Skull
Rocket From Japan
Chainsaw Boogie
White Trash Rock 'n' Roll
Fast Cars, Cheap Booze, Loose Women
Red Hot Rod.
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(Image, courtesy of Kate Bousfield's website.)
Titulo: Batman Dead End Guión y Dirección: Sandy Collora Producción: Simon Tams, Daren Hicks Director de Fotografía: Vince Toto Actores: Clark Bartram, Andrew Kdeing, Kurt Carley, Jake Mckinnon Idioma: English con subtitulos incrustados en español Año: 2003 Duracion: 8,02 Tamaño: 57,8 MB Descarga: Batman_Dead_End
El Joker ha escapado de Arkham Asilum y Bat Man (los lectores del cómic, verán un asombroso parecido con el Bat Man de año uno) sale en su persecución.
Tras enfrentarse en un oscuro callejón, un Alien (si, de los de el octavo pasajero) se llevará al Joker, y Bat Man será salvado por un Predator al que más tarde se enfrentará.
Sin duda alguna, este corto de solo ocho minutos es muy superior a las dos últimas películas (BatMan Forever, BatMan y Robin).
El aspecto visual es impecable, los trajes cuidados al detalle (Joker tiene la camisa de fuerza de Arkham) y la música no podía ser mejor.
Sin duda el argumento puede ser algo extraño puesto que se enfrenta con Predators y Alien, pero en el cómic también lo hizo.
Destaca la primera escena en la que vemos a Bruce Wayne vistiéndose con el traje de Bat Man y más tarde cuando se enfrenta al Joker (sacado directamente de "La broma asesina", es perfecto)
The Joker has escaped from Arkham and Batman must once again bring him in - once and for all. Unfortunately for the bat, there is something even more sinister than the Joker waiting in the alley for the dark knight detective.
We are strange creatures who inhabit this planet, not just us humans…
Two days ago an injured guinea fowl flew into our garden. She was terrified, traumatized and the exhaustion oozed from her. Most of her tail feathers were missing and her one claw was crushed and broken. She struggled on one leg, trying to hop to safety. She hovered on the garden wall desperate to find a place to rest. A male guinea fowl flew up along side her. His wing feathers went up and he charged. She flapped off the wall, crash-landed on the grass and hobbled her way across it to the safety of the hibiscus. She has spent the last week slowly regaining her strength, though her poor leg troubles her no end. We can’t catch her and to try would traumatize her further. So I leave food and water out for her – though the ravening hordes of doves are quick to get to it first. I talk to her, letting her get used to my voice, accustomed to my presence. She reamains nervous, frightened, won’t tell me her name - but there is safety for her in the garden – provided I can keep the neighbour’s sodding cat at bay… He and I will have words yet – further words. Mine will be simple: “Swim!” Trouble is he knows my intent and I know he knows. Too smart by half, cats. Still, so far I’ve chased him away with a flea in his ear. I’m one big mother guinea when the going gets tough.
But as my small charge heals and strengthens herself, I am struck by the behaviour of other guinea fowl. One lone male periodically watches over her. Others simply ignore her and a few dominant males terrorise her. In some ways it is as though she has ceased to exist in the guinea fowl world. You can see she craves their company, tries to be among them, sits lonely but accepting when they go (or is that just me anthropomorphizing…). But it’s those who attack her that madden me. She scuttles from them, hides, cowering in the shrubbery, crouching down as a subservient dog would do.
I wish there was more I could do, but I know she holds her own wisdom. She seeks out the sunny spots, takes cover when it rains. She’s started to eat again and to sip at the water. She knows she’s in a safe space though she remains wary of everyone and everything. She knows she has to learn to be in this new one-legged way, and she’s taking her time, resting when she must, eating when she’s hungry, preening her feathers, staying warm when she can. This morning she even spoke to me, and that must be a good sign.
Whether she will ever be accepted into a flock again, who knows. Whether she will always be terrorized by others – I don’t know. Nature has its own ways, the ill and the weak are left to die - yet this bird holds her own strength and Mother Nature seems content with that. Moreover, soon Mother Nature will be getting broody and new guinea fowl will be ready to come into the world. The cycle of guinea life.
And I suppose at least it’s not as bad as the case of the Jacana birds – the female of the species when seeking a new mate, destroys the eggs of his original mate, tossing the hatchlings out to die. It’s her way of initiating a come on... And I thought us humans were a strange and wicked lot...
Many Friends have Been Asking for lyrics of long Mantra of Avlokiteshwor. ( From Audio Cd Tibetan Incantation
( this Audio Cd Available at Arts Gallery at Silom Complex 3 rd.fl) .This Mantra is Long version of " OM Mani Padame Hum ", mantra of Four arms Avlokiteshwor . So Here is the Mantra of Compassion Buddha. Now You can Chant this mantra along with Music. (Update: You can also listen this mantra chanted by Ani choying Drolma ) To see This Mantra In Nice Music VideoNamo Ratna Tra ya ya Namah Arya Gyana Sagara
Vairocana Byuha Raja ya Tathagataya
Arhate Sam yak Sam buddhaya
Namah Sarva Tathagate Bhayh (Bhe)
Arhate
Bhayh (Bhe) Samyak Sam buddha Bhayh (Bhe)
Namah Arya Avalokite /shvaraya
Bodhisattvaya Mahasattvaya
Maha karuni ka ya Tad /ya /tha Om Dhara Dhara Dhiri
Dhiri
Dhuru Dhuru Itte ve ite Chale Chale Prachale Prachale
Kusume Kusuma
Vare Ile Mele Cete Jvalam-Apanaya Svahah
Ani Choying Drolma - Seven Line Guru Rinpoche Prayer
(If you have slow Internet connection Tips to watch video is after press play button, pause the video for a while to let video streaming then push the play again. Enjoy)
Read about The Vajra Seven-Line Prayer to Guru Rimpoche
DelfhavenIn a neighbouring suburb there used to be a coffee shop, a quaint place with huge windows and creaking wooden floors. A friend and I used to meet there occasionally to catch up and share news. Across the road is a jumbly old house filled with memories and ghosts. I recall sitting in the coffee shop waiting for Jane to turn up. I had my notebook out, as writers often do… It was then that I felt a presence. A woman, watching me, assessing me. I tuned in, susceptible as I am to these beings who’ve gone without going. She had a story to tell and as I listened and waited this is what flowed from my pen…
Daffodil yellow window frames, with matching awnings billowing on the wind. A yellow tin roof. Sash windows and potted geraniums and marigolds behind a bleached white picket fence. A house with a story to tell…
Fairy cakes on a refectory table. Autumnal chrysanthemums in a red enamel jug. Scrubbed wooden floor and tall airy windows. Illumination from a gleaming brass chandelier. A coffee shop now. Called Gryphons – with a story to tell…
There’s a ghost, I can feel her presence and her memories, drifting, watching, whispering with the breeze.
Smells of coffee linger on the air.
Empty soda bottles with violet blue statice stuffed in their necks.
I hear a rustle of old lace and a giggle – girlish yet cracked. She is amused, curious, shy and yet… She too has a story to tell.
He lived in the house opposite behind the daffodil yellow window frames. She is a ghost now, he was a ghost then but she loved him, even through his moods when the pots would fly and the shutters bang as he declared his frustration at being no longer fully alive.
The house with the yellow windows – Delfhaven…
The curtain in the upstairs room trembles, now as it did then. I think I see a pale hand, just as she thought she did.
Yes, I hear her whisper through the clatter of teacups.
“I did. I saw him watching me, felt his eyes upon me…”
The floorboard creaks. She knows I am here, am listening, like she listened to him. She edges closer, stepping through the waitress, who unseeing, moves on.
“We were lovers,” she whispers and across the road, I sense him sigh.
I never finished writing the story – never really started it – there were other things that came along, as there always are. But last week I drove past the house and as I waited in the traffic to make the crossing into the side road, I felt them again. Both of them, him and her, still waiting for their story to be told. They know I’m out here, I know they’re in there. The coffee shop has closed but I shall have to find a place sit nearby so I can listen to their story… For it seems to me they want it told to the world. But in the meanwhile the gryphons watch over them.
Watchful Gryphons
And so the story begins…
Ah, yes. At last. I’ve started my new manuscript. It’s a story that’s been composting for a while, while I’ve been doing other stuff. But the thing with stories is they have their own time and when they’re ready to come, then they must come. I was seized the other morning with an “I have to, I can’t delay a moment longer. This story is coming whether I like it or not.”
I’ve learned to heed those calls – stories need honouring. If you don’t honour them they drift away, sneak off in the night when you’re asleep and you wake up one day and wonder what happened to that idea, that absolutely brilliant idea you had.
So, the writing has started and as always, the first few chapters are proving to be a little slow going as I find my way into the story. I’m hoping though, as with my other novels, this one, once past the get-going mark, will take off and live a life of its own, with me feverishly bent over my keyboard, churning out the words.
How long this one will take to write, I’ve no idea, it depends how well the story and I meld, how long we take to come into being as one.
Yes, I know, I write as though the story has a life of its own. It does, all stories do.
And the muse, I see, has reappeared in her diaphanous pink feathery baby-doll nightgown and fluffy pink high-heeled slippers, armed with her nail file. Goodness alone knows why my muse looks like this. I could have understood purple robes and lots of dangly silver jewelry, or an old guy with silver hair and beard down to his middle. But no, I get Diaphanous Daphne. Ouch! No, okay, that’s not really her name and I can’t tell you her name because that will give you power over her and then you might jinx everything.
So, for the next while expect me to be vague and abstract has I disappear into another world.
What? You want to know what it’s about? I haven’t a clue. I never do. That’s all part of the adventure. I write what I must. All I think I can tell you is that I think it’s for young adults and the genre is supernatural – maybe… You’ll just have to watch this space. So will I!
For four years, Sudan's military dictator, General Omar Bashir, has organized brutal militias to murder over 200,000 of his own citizens in the region of Darfur, all because a few of them dared to oppose his rule. After a massive global outcry, the killing has decreased and the UN is deploying peacekeepers - but what peace will they have to keep? Our leaders can seize this chance to press for the fair and lasting peace that the people of Darfur want, or they can appease Bashir, seek peace on the cheap, and abandon millions of Sudanese to the whims of a genocidal regime.The US role in Sudan remains one of irony. The following report from 2005 in the Los Angeles Times states:
The Bush administration has forged a close intelligence partnership with the Islamic regime that once welcomed Osama bin Laden here, even though Sudan continues to come under harsh U.S. and international criticism for human rights violations.The Sudanese government, an unlikely ally in the U.S. fight against terror, remains on the most recent U.S. list of state sponsors of terrorism. At the same time, however, it has been providing access to terrorism suspects and sharing intelligence data with the United States. Last week, the CIA sent an executive jet here to ferry the chief of Sudan's intelligence agency to Washington for secret meetings sealing Khartoum's sensitive and previously veiled partnership with the administration, U.S. government officials confirmed.While the US administration have been vocal in their condemnation of human rights violations,why, when they clearly hold such sway with the Sudanese government is the US unable, or unwilling, to prevent the ongoing genocide? Critics say: "We have not taken adequate measures given the enormity of the crimes because we don't want to directly confront Sudan [on Darfur] when it is cooperating on terrorism." So much for real action on human rights violations... the result of a conflict of interests perhaps...
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Hi Friends Today i am Sharing my first experience of online purchase of two books "Goddesses of the Celestial Gallery ". I bought 1 for myself and 1 for my friend. . this is my first time using E-service. I use master card. It's done without any problem with a big discount 37 % in a regular price .
Each work is hand-bound and stands two feet tall, reproduced from the master painter Romio Shrestha and his team of artisan monks, who render postmodern interpretations of an age-old Tibetan artistic tradition. Made from stone malachite, lapis and marigolds and painted at times with just three hairs of a cat’s tail, these paintings are produced in hauntingly powerful detail. 
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Oh !! there are lots of sealed air bags to protect my book .
This is my book first book Goddesses of the Celestial Gallery
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