Pictures Tagged Misunderstandings
jimenagamio posted a photo:
"Language is the source of misunderstandings."
Inspiration: Margaret Kilgallen & Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | A?s???8 36?i? ???? ? ?? posted a photo:
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Author Boye Lafayette De Mente posted a photo:
The two sides of the brain process different kinds of information, and if you don't know which side of a person's brain you are addressing you're in trouble. This book explains what types of information the left and right sides of the brain process, why all people except the Japanese [and Polynesians] are mostly left-brain oriented, and why you must be able to use both sides of your brain to communicate and succeed--especially when dealing with the opposite sex! | Nino.Modugno posted a photo:
Location: East Elmhurst, Queens, NY |
imagepeace posted a photo:
SIMPLE SONG OF FREEDOM
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Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Hey there, Mister Black Man can you hear me?
I don't want your diamonds or your game
I do want to be someone known to you as me
and I will bet my life you want the same
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Seven hundred million are enlisted
Most of what you read, most of what you read, is made of lies
But speaking one to one, ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise?
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung, never sung, before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
No doubt some folks enjoy doin' battle
Like presidents, prime ministers and kings
So let's all build them shelves so they can fight among themselves
and leave us be those who want to sing
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never, ever, sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never, ever, sung before
Speaking one to one
Ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise
Speaking one to one
Ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise | fernandoprats [flying around yse #23] posted a photo:
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Las canciones sirven para muchas cosas.
Los lenguajes sirven para muchas cosas.
Las redes sociales sirven para muchas cosas.
Flickr sirve para muchas cosas.
La hipocresía sirve para muchas cosas.
Las mesas sirven para muchas cosas.
¿Quién sirve la mesa?
Dentro y fuera de cualquier red social, dentro y fuera de Flickr, dentro y fuera.
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Songs serve for many things.
Languages serve for many things.
Social networks serve for many things.
Flickr serves for many things.
Hypocrisy serves for many things.
Tables serve for many things.
Who serves the table?
Inside and outside any social network, inside and outside Flickr, inside and outside.
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Hypocrisy & Communication series |
phil kirby posted a photo:
My Niece Eve's contribution to the Moleskine Project; rather marvelous I think. | phil kirby posted a photo:
Here's a scan of the poem I did for the Moleskin Project; I'm no artist, as you can tell! I'm used to a bigger notebook . . . it hides my scruffy handwriting better!
It is very difficult to read, so here's the poem typed.
Drawn Together (he thinks.)
I adore contemporary culture
and take every effort to attend
each local event and gathering,
so I'll frequently make a new friend.
We'll bond over spirited banter
with the odd glass of Pinot or Pimms,
displaying the depths of our insights
that are far beyond fashionable whims.
I'll claim art must provoke, not pander
to popular tastes for jollity;
if it doesn't disturb or threaten
it's patently poorer quality!
Oh, look, our latest arrival,
she appears reverential and awed,
she'll appreciate my commentary,
My discernment's so rarely flawed.
She's nodding away in agreement
so I'm starting to wonder whether
it's the time to suggest a drinky?
Love of art draws people together!
Drawing Away (she's thinking.)
I've not come in here for the culture;
truth is, I'm avoiding the rain.
I'm just not that keen on arty types,
they seem so precious and vain.
Where do they learn to talk like that?
What the heck is "rhizomatic?"
Who decides what goes on display?
I've got much better stuff in my attic.
I really don't see any point
in pictures that don't aim to please,
that seem to be dark, ugly and smudged,
about depression, death and disease.
This guy behind me is far too close
so I think I'll just nervously stare
in the hope that he'll soon cotton on
that it's clear that I just couldn't care.
Damn, I can see where it' s leading,
why am I so far from the door!
Please, don't ask me out for a drink.
Once again, I've drawn the short straw! |
paul_suckow2000 posted a photo:
T-Mobile
John B. Anderson b. 1944
Upper Texas Coast
p. 61 IPCC 1 m sea level rise "if the icecaps contribute"... um, I thought 1 m was due to thermal expansion alone by 2100...am I mistaken?
I loved the coastal geology in this book anyway! | claude05 (out of town until the 20th March) posted a photo:
"Eulogy controversy
On 11 April 2007, Oettinger held a controversial eulogy on one of his predecessors as Minister President of Baden-Württemberg, Hans Filbinger, who was forced to resign in 1978 after allegations surfaced about his role as a navy lawyer and judge in the Second World War, and who died on April 1 at the age of 93.
In his speech at the memorial service in Freiburg, Oettinger described Filbinger as "not a National-Socialist" but an "an opponent of the Nazi regime", who "could flee the constraints of the regime as little as million others". Referring to Filbinger's role as a navy judge, Oettinger pointed out that no-one lost his life because of a verdict by Filbinger and that he did not wield the power and freedom suggested by his critics. Oettinger was subsequently accused by politicians and the media of playing down the significance of the Nazi dictatorship. German Chancellor Angela Merkel reacted with public admonishment, stating that she would have preferred it for "the critical questions" to be raised. Oettinger was also criticized by opposition politicians and the Jewish Council; some of his critics even called for his dismissal.
Oettinger at first defended his speech, adding that he regretted any "misunderstanding" about his eulogy although he did not withdraw his comments on Filbinger's past. However, on 16 April he distanced himself from his comments." (Wikipedia) |
claude05 (out of town until the 20th March) posted a photo:
computer gallery on the 2nd floor | Il Sognatore Pesce Flavio posted a photo:
Esperimento sperimentale Ft.67
(kodak 400 colori / Fuji Stx-2 / 28 mm)
[ Fotografia di Flavio Vicari / Soggetto Darìo Nicolini Garcia ]
Salvuzzo al banco versò dalla pentola una zuppa in un piatto fondo di cotto e camminando come lungo un marciapiede all?ora di pranzo la portò ad Off che si girò guardandolo mentre percorreva pochi metri senza fare rumore. Poggiò il piatto sul tavolo d?alluminio vecchio accanto alla Moleskine nera e tornò indietro al bancone come avesse cosa fare. La zuppa aspettava immobile sul tavolo d?alluminio vecchio intanto che Off ancora come attento guardava sta volta forse un angolo vicino la porta nel quale nulla c?era. |
Il Sognatore Pesce Flavio posted a photo:
Esperimento sperimentale Ft.66
(kodak 400 colori / Fuji Stx-2 / 28 mm)
[ Fotografia di Flavio Vicari ]
"Alzavo il gomito, cattivo per quant?era mi pareva l?unica, in fondo non importava, non mi pesava quell?inconcludenza, non come il giorno prima, oggi avevo di meglio. Un complesso era stato, meno insoddisfatto della sera precedente alzavo il gomito e la facevo trascorrere, le voci incomprensibili mescole a quel vino scadente di una serata come tutte le altre, il diavolio loro, il mio era un palliativo, se non meno mi bastava, questo vento in mezzo a questi quattro palazzi color cesso che mi scappavano.
Il vento mi muoveva i capelli, li vedevo ondeggiare mentre l?alzavo, la buttavo giù e il vento mi muoveva i capelli, dentro il diavolio, quel vento ieri non c?era ma non cambiava troppo quel marciapiede, era pressoché identico al giorno prima se nonché oggi non ero io tra i meno, questo pensavo mentre me la passavo giù." | kina Mia posted a photo:
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What is up with the sign on the bottom left????? What's going on??? | Brian Biggs posted a photo:
I think I was misunderstood. |
Olive Talique posted a photo:
Sometimes I get crabby. Mad. Grumpy. Grouchy. Pissed off. Angry. I am sick of walking in this hall of mirrors! Sick of being grabbed at by funhouse hooligans!
Stupid stuff happens. Cruel, thoughtless remarks are made. Boundaries are crossed without regard. Distorted projections get passed off as truths. What to do about it? I try my best not to get emotionally hooked by any it, but alas, here I am. OK, so what next?
My dad called and left a humorous message about seeing me on television tonight (see above.) I'm NOT a mother of three but I play one on TV...in a washer and dryer commercial that's been running ad nauseum for about a million years now. (FYI, I don't get any residuals.) Just about every other day someone tells me that they saw me on TV.
OK, so what next?
This is where being an artist/performer gets tricky - people often assume an intimacy with me because they relate to my work, whether it be onstage, on TV, in photographs, or whatever. On the one hand, this is exactly the point of performing and making art and I deeply cherish the gift of being able to create a connection with people so easily. On the other hand, it is also a huge obstacle for me to overcome when not "performing." I'm troubled whenever I realize someone is interacting with their own imagined version of who I am and not interested in finding out what my real deal is. I try to navigate this peculiar territory with grace and gratitude. Sometimes though, it just feels like a rip off.
I think that getting to know anyone's real deal is a privilege and requires patience, respect, and serious effort.
[project 365-119] | Copper Beech posted a photo:
I explain quietly. You
hear me shouting. You
try a new tack. I
feel old wounds reopen.
You see both sides. I
see your blinkers. I
am placatory. You
sense a new selfishness.
I am a dove. You
recognize a hawk. You
offer an olive branch. I
feel the thorns.
You bleed. I
see crocodile tears. I
withdraw. You
reel from the impact.
You and I
Roger McGough
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