documenting my progression as a builder/picture taker. Also the change in the Lego parts palette.
the first is from early 2005, the next is from late 2006, and the final is from this summer.
This, as well as other dinosaurs, can be found in my Jurassic Park folder on brickshelf.
analyzing mirror self-recognition
TRANSITIVE VERB: (an·a·lyzed , an·a·lyz·ing , an·a·lyz·es)
To examine methodically by separating into parts and studying their interrelations."
Analizying myself too then, literally. My experimental contribution to this cool discussion: ;)
-I took the photo 2 days ago because I am oft precognitive so I foresaw this discussion coming.... :-P
The evolution of the analogue camera
This photo was taken on August 8, 2013
These are the analogue cameras I could find searching at home. Although the only last two cameras were mine, the others belong to relatives. The models are as follow in order of appearance (from left to right):
1. ULTRAFEX (1947)
2. Werlisa Color (1967)
3. Kodak Pocket Instamatic 500 (1972)
4. Olympus Trip 35 (1975)
5. Carena SRH 1001 (1977)
7. Fuji FZ-5 (1989)
8. Nikon Zoom 210 AF (1997)
More photos in: marinadelcastell.blogspot.com
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You said, They're harmless dreamers and they're loved by the people. -- What, I asked you, is harmless about a dreamer, and what, I asked you, is harmless about the love of the people? Revolution only needs good dreamers who remember their dreams.
Men are made uneasy; they flinch; they cannot bear the sudden light; a general restlessness supervenes; the face of society is disturbed, or perhaps convulsed; old interests and old beliefs have been destroyed before new ones have been created. These symptoms are the precursors of revolution; they have preceded all the great changes through which the world has passed.
The dead have been awakened -- shall I sleep? The world's at war with tyrants -- shall I crouch? the harvest's ripe -- and shall I pause to reap? I slumber not; the thorn is in my couch; Each day a trumpet soundeth in mine ear, its echo in my heart.
The revolutionary spirit is mighty convenient in this, that it frees one from all scruples as regards ideas. Its hard absolute optimism is repulsive to my mind by the menace of fanaticism and intolerance it contains. No doubt one should smile at these things; but, imperfect Esthete, I am no better Philosopher. All claim to special righteousness awakens in me that scorn and anger from which a philosophical mind should be free.
If there is any period one would desire to be born in, is it not the age of Revolution; when the old and the new stand side by side, and admit of being compared; when the energies of all men are searched by fear and by hope; when the historic glories of the old can be compensated by the rich possibilities of the new era?
The main effect of a real revolution is perhaps that it sweeps away those who do not know how to wish, and brings to the front men with insatiable appetites for action, power and all that the world has to offer.
Revolutions are notorious for allowing even non-participants -- even women! -- new scope for telling the truth since they are themselves such massive moments of truth, moments of such massive participation.
Although a system may cease to exist in the legal sense or as a structure of power, its values (or anti-values), its philosophy, its teachings remain in us. They rule our thinking, our conduct, our attitude to others. The situation is a demonic paradox: we have toppled the system but we still carry its genes.