Animal Photos Not just For Kids Anymore

Many people think that pictures of animals are just for children, but boy are they all mistaken. They might look at cute animal photos when they are small, but as they grow, they assume that, like cuddly stuffed bears, these pictures of animals are best left to childhood. Oh sure, trying to be cute, their boss might leave animal photos up around the office as a pleasant, if boring decoration, but no one ever thinks about these pictures at all. I really do think that this is a great shame. As a professional animal photographer, it should be no surprise that I like animal photos, but the reasons might be things that you have never thought about.

One of the greatest things about animal photos is that they really can capture any emotion that you can think about. People are often reserved about showing what is going on inside them, but reserve is not really anything that shows up too frequently among the members of the animal kingdom. In animal photos, we have the chance to see practically any emotion, from the tenderness of a mother cat caring for her young, to the fierceness of a lion pouncing for the kill, to the sly disdain of a baboon, leaving its friends behind for new fun.

Many people believe that we are not really seeing these expressions in animal photos, and that what we are seeing is just a reflection of our own emotions that we want to pin on animals, but anyone who has spent any time with animals at all knows that this is simply not true. When we look at animal photos, we are looking out at our own emotions, not because we put them there, but because animals are really very strikingly similar to us. Dogs really do feel loyalty and friendliness quite often. You can tell if you have a pet dog what the expressions in dog animal photos really mean. Cats really are quite evil and sneaky, not because their tiny, creepy eyes look that way in animal photos, but because that is their natural temperament. Animals are less intelligen t than we are, and are more driven by instinct, but that does not change the fact that they feel real emotions the same as we do. It does not take animal photos to show most of us the truth of this statement, but looking at pictures of animals can help to confirm it again and again.

For more information about animal photos, and other types of photos and Photography please check out website at Photography Tips.

Author:: Ian Henman
Keywords:: animal photos, africa photos, Photography
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Mangal Pandey To Create a Rising Again

Mangal Pandey, an Indian Movie, portrays the first Indian freedom fighter and martyr.

Mangal Pandey, is chosen as the opening film at the 58th Locarno Film Festival in Switzerland. While it got a standing ovation, it has already started making news worldwide.

This is a huge film with great expectations, as many of the great talents, combine to sweep millions of Indian hearts.

More bravery is vested with people who initiated the Spirit for the great Indian Freedom Struggle, like Veera Pandia Katta Bomman, Mangal pandey, Tippu Sultan, Rani Laxmi Bhai and more But, even many Indians did not know some of these names.

Just think, how many of us know about Nikola Tesla, who invented Electricity. But everyone must have heard about Edison. He invented a light bulb. What use of a light bulb if you don't have electricity invented by Tesla? The same is the case with our Freedom struggle. Many of those initial leaders were not brought to light.

This Movie , The Rising is not just titled about the historic 1857 sepoy Mutiny rising. But it should have been labeled to create a Rising of millions of Indian souls now. This is what the lyrics of Mangal Mangal song in the Movie says, Wake up India, Have you forgotten the sacrifices of Bharat Mata's patriotic sons, Bhagat Singh's and Mangal Pandey's. Thanks to Amir Khan and his team for bringing Mangal Pandey to light, not only in India, but also to the World.

It is said, Shri Mangal Pandey was due to be executed on 18th April but he was hanged ten days before i.e. 8th April. Just because, the British were afraid to keep Mangal alive. It was kept secret. What was hidden by British then, will now be screened throughout the World on August 12, 2005.

Mangal Pandey, seems to be making news, even before the release. While there is a great expectation from this big Movie on one side, on the other side there were few protests too. One such protest was in July 2005, by the Amar S haheed Mangal Pandey Memorial Committee, which was planning to send a notice to film producer Bobby Bedi. The reason for this protest is that, not even a single scene was shot in Mangal pandeys native village, Nagwan.

A.R.Rehmans Music with Javed Akhtar's patriotic lyrics, raves through the nerves of every Indian and refreshes the deep-rooted Desi feelings.

There are many Indians eagerly waiting for the release of this long awaited Movie, The Rising, Ballad of Mangal Pandey.

There is a Blog created at:

http://www.bestMovieguide.Blogspot.com/

where one can find more interesting news about Mangal Pandey.

Author: M . Mathew,
Creator of few web sites and Blogs, including
http://www.bestMovieguide.Blogspot.com

Author:: Mathew Arokianathan
Keywords:: Mangal Pandey,The Rising,Ballad of Mangal Pandey,Movie, Music,Mp3,DVD,Indian Movie,Hindi Movie,Blog
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Sydney Australia: R & R from Vietnam Part one of two

(From the Book: Where the Birds Don't Sing)

New South WalesCity with the Rainbow Door

Sydney, Australia: R & R

When I arrived in Australia, a country plus a continent in itself, I landed in the city called Sydney, which in its own right is in a section of Australia called New South Wales, in comparison: --it might be considered another state, had it been in the United States. Within the city of Sydney I would end up in a hotel in a section of the city called Queensland. And to make my visit a little more geographically complicated, --when I looked from the roof of my hotel you could see the beautiful harbor and a park, I always called it simply, Queens Park. There were huge trees, a water front, shrubs, flowers, and a kind serene wonderland. Yes, the view was meticulously beautiful.

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Girl from the Farm [Sydney

It doesnt seem to matter where you travel, for there is always one thing that stands out among most of the others; --while taking R & R [Rest and Recuperation in Sydney, for seven days, it was no different [and well get to that in a second. But what made it especially unique, for me anyways, was, it was paid for the US Government, that is, the airfare and my extra seven day leaveand possible the main thing that stood out was the women were much more friendly than the men, or at least to Americans and in particular, GIs.

Most all of us GIs in Vietnam got a seven-day to go someplace [such as Hong Kong, Bangkok, Hawaii, or Sydney even though I had only eight-months to serve, they gave it to me none the less. But back to what I was saying, that you always remember one thing, attached to that female-friendliness was Zolinda a girl I met on a tour. Although I had met quite a few females on that seven-day adventure, she would standout among the rest.

To repeat myself, I was on a city tour, it was 7:05 PM, and she had already been on the bus when I arrived, so I sat in the seat in front of her. She quickly gave me a smile, standing up, and asked if she could sit with me. She was as petite and cute as a sparrow.

Soft spoken, slow and witty with chosen words, if not editing herself; her introduction seemed most sensitive, and curious. The bus had to go to several hotels and pick up other people for the city tour, and in so doing, she seemed to do most of the talking, if not asking many questions.

I told her about my hometown, and state, being: St. Paul, Minnesota, and my high school, along with how cold it was back there in Minnesota, implying it was like living in the Arctic, which is not far from the truth; --and how my life had turned when I left San Francisco, and got drafted, and now was stationed in an Ordnance Company in Vietnam.

She explained she was from a small farm outside of Sydney; and, that seemed to consume most of our bus time during the first thirty-minutes of our getting to know one another. Actually we were finding out w e were both very easy to talk to, which she seemed quite taken by.

We were now sitting, or so it seemed, a little closer together than we were in the beginning, looking out the window as the woman guide pointed out a few things.

Her hair was silky blond, very slim, and a creamy light completion. Her lips were thick and very sexy looking.

I told myself, as I was thinking, remembering what I had said to Rosalie, the Guide, which was, whats the use in going on a tour with young girls, when you only got a week in the city. What can you do? She simply laughed and said, Have fun, thats what youre here for. But I was now glad I let her persuade me to go, I was having fun. And I liked Zolinda.

As we continued on the tour I maintained my posture, and was kind of showing off my brown leather jacket, with long fringes like Wild Bill Cody, and his Wild West Show I saw on T.V. I had it especially made for this occasion, or may I say, vacation, plus Id take it home with me when I left Vietnam, and back home it would cost three times as much as what I had paid for it. I figured it was a good investment. It was tailed made in South Korea for me--, I suppose I showed off to her a little too much, being proud of it, but it was really the only nice thing I had in the world. If she had noticed my little arrogance, she never showed she did, or complained about it.

By and large, I think I was not used to being with round-eyed girls and one that was well mannered. I felt like I was more the barbarian, therefore I played a little hard to get, but not too hard. Plus, I was not going to try and get laid, she was in high school, and I was in my early twenties.

I commented [soothingly, You are really fresh looking, stunning.

She said with surprise and delight, and a little laughter [contentedly, Ive never heard anyone say that before, I think thats good, right? I nodded my head with a smiling-grin, implying yes it was good .

[Puzzled How come you came on such a tour? I asked her.

[Aghastbut attentively She said with a little disappointment in her face,

Well, to be honest, this is my first tour, and I had heard many of my senior classmate High School [girls talking about it, and how polite American GIs are, and I asked my grandmother, who is ill now, and my father and motherwe all live together you know; anyway, I asked them if I could, and they agreed I could, at least one time. And so here I am. I just wanted to have some fun. And Im having it now.

The night was not over yet, but I wanted to make a little move so I asked, Id like to see you tomorrow, if thats all right with you and your parents.

She smiled saying, Id like that very much, and Im not sure who took whose hand, but we ended up holding hands on the bus now.

The Bar The Hippie

As we all sat in the bar, the tour folk that is, the girls having coke and other soft drinks, and I with a cold beer, I left the group for a moment to go to the bathroom. As I came back out, having combed my hair, five men came up to me, asked where I was from, I said the states, why? they seemed to circle me after asking that question.

[Appalled, with a scornfully voice We dont like hippies here thats why! Said one of the brave; I started to walk away, but they quickly surrounded me, and then I figured here we go. Ive always been a fighter, sort of a fighter that is, but this was turning out to be a no win battle.

[Talking nervously, yet stern You all want to fight one man, how about one at a time or youre only tough with a group backing you up; --I fought bigger guys than you in Vietnam, whos first?

[Laconically Whadya-sa, said one of the men half drunk, trying to find his self confidence.

[Boldly now, with a rush of a fighting spirit I said I fought better men than you in Vietnam, whos first?

Youre a soldier from Vietnam, another asked.

Yes, why ? I was now encircled [this was curtains I told myself, and they were too tight against me to do much kicking or punching, there was no real way to fight my way out of this circle of bodies, I would have a hard time moving anything, what I could do is jump down, I mean, stoop low, hit a few groins, knock them balls to Mars, and take a beating, that was the best I expected to do now.

As the men started to look at me, it dawned on them, they had troops over in Vietnam, and so what was their beef over me [It had the hippie look, the long hair.

Lets see youre ID, said a man,

And I pulled it out,

[Looking towards the other men Damn Joe, he is, man o man, Im sure sorry soldier, I mean real sorry, lets buy this man a drink on us. And then all of a sudden they were all buying me drinks, patting me on the back, and had everything good to say about me. I shook my head, thinking, what a life, from the frying pan to the snack bar.

Zolinda was looking over by me I had noticed. I think she was scared for me but didnt know what to do, and now confused about everyone being friendly. As I said my goodbyes to them, telling them I had to join the group, Zolinda, asked [with a voice that seemed to be coming out of a light panic state,

I thought you were in trouble for a moment! And she grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the group, Why not stick with us, she added. [It did seem safer.

The Partys Over

The tour and the party was over, the tour guide told the group whoever wanted to stay there at the bar, they could, except the high school kids, and so I left with Zolinda. We talked again on the way back to the hotel, and she assured me we would see each other around 4:00 PM tomorrow, after school. But it wouldnt work out that way. Her grandmother was ill, and the tour guide got a hold of me and told me she was under obligation to remain home and care for her grandmother. I found out her number and called her and just reassured her I had a good time. She didnt ask me for my address, and I didnt offer it. It was a one time meeting, but for some reason she had taken a little of me with her I think, as I most assuredly took a little of her. I guess if things in life do not work out, it is good if one can take the best out of a person, for we often have a long journey ahead, we might be able to use it.

Maybe her parents didnt want her to get involved with me, she was like a rose ready to blossom, and her hard looking breasts were almost fully developed, along with many other womanly features. She was a prize in a confused world, and I respected her for staying home with her grandmother, if that was truly the case, and if it wasnt, I still had a grand time.

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The Park in Queensland [Sydney

Several boats were along the sides of the lagoon---or so it looked kind of like a lagoon, but then maybe it was more of an inlet, --none the less, several small boats were tid e nice and neat to the dock area, along with several boats out in the lake type atmosphere of the water. The sky waswas romantically rich with clouds hanging over like white umbrellas, and shades of blue like mirrors reflecting back and forth, one matching the other from the waters to the sky, made for a lit up day: --everything reflected blue [my color.

A huge tree decorated the main area of the park; it was like if Rip-Van-Winkle had been resting there for 20-years, ----it was all so serene; -- The sun making its way between the clouds and the blues and the trees; --the warm wind soaping my face. I pulled out my small Polaroid camera and took several pictures, then noticed a woman near by me, she seemed to be interested in me --, she came walking over towards me, about five foot four inches, slim, brown hair, with glasses, her skirt hugged her legs as the wind pushed between them, and her light scarf was loose around her neck; then stepping within a few feet in fr ont of me, she introduced herself, Hello, she said softly, an older woman, maybe thirty-five at best,

Then

Hearing my accent, realizing I was an American [after a pause, she become even more interested in me [dropping her guard, and thinking with my long hair I was in Sydney on some kind of business. Evidently, I was learning I did not look like a GI at all.

When I told her I was an American GI from Vietnam, she seemed to have been let-down a bit [became a little stiffly. I think she was looking for a Berkley graduate, too bad, she was a fine looker, and I just didnt have the right DNA.

And so I walked around the park, looked at the gulls gliding through the air; moreover, I continued my stroll along the shore line, talking to myself, singing, humming; grabbing the moment, for one must not let themselves down, because the woman will not dance with you. No need to do much else, just go about your business I always say, it was all here, the moment, the camera, the sun the trees the water, it was at best intoxicating; the woman, well, a plus, a conversation. What would I do with her anyway?

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Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Sketches
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Tales Of Hollywood And Politics

Arnold Schwarzenegger's surprise announcement that he was seeking the California Governorship brought to mind the many times Hollywood figures have been involved in politics. Here are some related anecdotes:

When Actors first came to Hollywood there were signs put up in front of hotels and apartments that said no dogs or Actors allowed, with the performers ruefully complaining about not getting top billing. The insecurity of the profession has come through in political campaigns. When Ronald Reagan successfully ran for Governor of California in 1966 one of the fruitless tactics used by his opposition was a television commercial featuring Gene Kelley stating, In films I played a gambler, a baseball player and I could play a Governor but you wouldn't really want an actor to really be a Governor would you?

Ronald Reagan at one time was such a Liberal Democrat he drove friends to distraction with his views. One day in the thirties he was driving a friend home from work, yammering on about President Roosevelt's New Deal policies. Reagan who was near sighted and an erratic driver at best, seemed oblivious to road conditions. Ronnie, watch out for that truck! the friend yelled. Missing an accident by a hair, Reagan continued, Truck drivers, that's who the New Deal will help!

Like former President Reagan, Walt Disney claimed to be a Roosevelt New Dealer until a nasty worker's strike at his studio made him take a right turn. Although he campaigned heavily for Republican candidates the cartoon maker kept friendly relations with the other side. Walt loved giving personal tours of Disneyland, and enjoyed having former president Harry Truman as his guest, even when his fellow Missourian turned down a ride on Dumbo: Too much Republican symbolism.

Another mogul, Louis B. Mayer the founder of MGM was a staunch Republican his entire life. Mayer never quite got over Franklin Roosevelt beating his good friend Herbert Hoover but accepted an invitation to meet the Democratic President at the White House in 1933. Immediately upon arriving in the Oval Office Mayer surprised Roosevelt by pulling a clock from underneath his coat and placing it on the President's desk. What's that for, Mr. Mayer? Pardon me Mr. President. I heard you have the ability to have a man in your hip pocket after 18 minutes. Brandishing his long cigarette holder Roosevelt threw his head back and laughed, then began chatting with the film executive . He was startled when after seventeen minutes the mogul got up, grabbed the clock and left the room.

Another difficult encounter for the Roosevelt administration was with Shirley Temple. Hoping to get people's mind off the Great Depression the President was nonstop in praise of the moppet's Movies saying that Americans should forget about their problems by paying fifteen cents to see the smile of a little girl. Both Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt were so enamored they invited little Shirle y and her parents to visit them at their private estate in Hyde Park, New York. In the limo Shirley received mixed messages from her Conservative parents. On the one hand they were thrilled to meet the President and his wife, but they also hated their Big Government policies. Upon their arrival Mrs. Roosevelt graciously asked Shirley if she would like something fixed on the barbecue. Oh that would be wonderful, replied the child star. As Eleanor walked out back, the mischievous Shirley took out a slingshot, checked to make sure nobody was looking at what she was doing, and nailed the First Lady in the rear. The Secret Service came running at the sound of her shout, looked around the property for possible intruders but never thought about searching the angelic little movie star, who had skillfully hidden her weapon. Dinner passed pleasantly and the Temples returned to their hotel. Only then did Gertrude Temple tell her daughter that she had seen her naughtiness, and Shirley g ot walloped.

Many Hollywood figures prefer to have others speak for them. When Marlon Brando won the Academy Award for The Godfather (1972) he shocked the nation by sending a Native American named Sacheen Littlefeather in his place, She used the international platform of winning the Oscar to blast the USA's treatment of her people( it turned out she was actually an imposter, she was actually a professional Actress named Maria Cruz). There were many calls from the media for Brando to come out and state his views himself, but the reclusive star refused. One rumor had Brando sitting alone in his hilltop house watching John Wayne Movies backwards so the Indians would win.

About The Author

Stephen Schochet is the author and narrator of the audiobooks Fascinating Walt Disney and Tales Of Hollywood. The Saint Louis Post Dispatch says, these two elaborate productions are exceptionally entertaining. Hear realaudio samples of these great, unique gifts at www.Hollywoo dstories.com.

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Author:: Stephen Schochet
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The Four Pillars for Artist Success

Everyone feels that the artist life is glamorous and easy, but thats the furthest from the truth. The number of artists making their living from their art is small and those who do have a sustainable business work very hard splitting their lives between creativity and business.

If you want to create an art business the four pillars of success are: vision; challenge; perseverance and motivation. Developing actions surrounding the four pillars will give you a giant leap from Starving Artist to Successful Artist.

Vision

As artists we have over developed right hemispheres of our brain so creativity is not in short supply. The interesting thing is that we dont use that creativity as it pertains to our business. Having a vision for your business will enable you to begin a different type of portfolio, a business portfolio.

Take the time to be specific about how you want your art to serve in your life. If your art is your bread and butter then you must treat it that way, with respect and lots of elbow grease. If your art is an avocation, then what do you want to accomplish and by when.

Its important to develop the road map to success or youll wander aimlessly, youll become discouraged and youll put out the fire better known as your dream. Set an intention and once youve set the intention build upon that intention. Each action you take should support your vision, shoring up the first pillar of success.

Challenge

If the business of art were easy then every artist would be successful. When we challenge ourselves creatively we are looking for new ways to express ourselves. The same is true in our business, the challenge is to show potential buyers that you wear more than one hat and you do it with conviction.

One of the key challenges for artists is not confidence in their work, but in how they present their work to the world. Artists are notorious for engaging in conversations from a one down pos ition. We feel as if there is a caste system and we struggle to be taken seriously as an entrepreneur. Standing in the role of entrepreneur takes practice. It takes support from others and encouragement from peers. When you take yourself seriously as an artrepreneur others will follow suit.

Perseverance

Ive heard it said that it takes three years to become an overnight sensation. I believe that to be true and I see it as I attend gallery openings, poetry readings and other venues of artistic expression. Those who have separated themselves from the pack have one thing in common, perseverance.

The successful artist has to be focused and find renewable sources of energy to keep moving forward on the journey. The primary factor that hinders perseverance is isolation. When artists have a support system they are more inclined to stay the course toward their vision. They are able to unload the emotional detours that arise from not getting selected for a s how or not getting a call back for an audition. We gain strength by the cheerleading squad weve assembled in our lives. Create a success team to help you navigate your unchartered waters and youll be amazed at the results.

Motivation

You would think creating beautiful work would be enough motivation, but that is the external motivating factor. How do you keep the internal flames that propel you forward burning bright? Reward yourself! We all love rewards and by creating our own incentive program keeps us in the game.

Greg Katz is a national juried artist and the owner of the Artist Success Studio, a virtual artist community that transforms Successful Artist from oxymoron to declarative fact. Greg can be reached at 720-851-6736 or visit his website at http://www.gregkatz.com

Author:: Greg Katz
Keywords:: artist marketing, artist success, art business,
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Bollywood and smoking

India makes the record last year on World No-tobacco Day by becoming the first country to ban all Smoking scenes in Films and TV. But since its announcement, the unfolding drama surrounding this new law is something like watching a movie itself.

Bollywood, the most prolific Film producer in the world, has a long history of portraying heroes and villains with cigarettes or hand-rolled bidis dangling from their lips. There is no denying the fact that on-screen Smoking has a significant impact on Indian youth and that a ban would protect the lives of millions of children who could be addicted to Smoking under the influence of movies. A 2003 W orld Health Organization report estimated that India is home to approximately 250 million tobacco users and that more than 800,000 Indians die each year from Smoking-related illnesses.

The disagreements between the Health Ministry (which issued the ban) and Information & Broadcasting Ministry (which is entrusted to implement the ban) can beat Saas-Bahu dramas. In addition, there is extra spice in the form of the strong condemnation and anger from the Film industry with a good measure of statements from many concerned, and court scenes, with Filmmaker Mahesh Bhatt filing a PIL. Finally now, the issue rests with the PMO to find a suitable conc lusion.

Bollywood have strongly protested the Centres decision to ban Smoking scenes in movies and on television. According to some of the producers, this is the Film line, an entertainment business and they are not doing anything purposely. We are just playing a character, painting a character. Suppose tomorrow, I want to again make the movie Devdas, he has to have the drinks. Tomorrow the minister will say you dont show him drinking; then how is it possible? At least, they should have a talk with the Film industry, said one producer.

Filmmaker Mahesh Bhatt filed a PIL in court seeking to quash the notification terming it as violation of the right to freedom of speech and expression. Director Shyam Benegal said the move would interfere with artistic expression. He feels the ban does not make sense and this act is handy to develop a character.

On the other hand, some relate Smoking ban with censorship. Actor director Amol Palekar feels that the recent government ban on Smoking on screen amounts to censorship. There are adequate regulations which govern advertising of cigarette and other tobacco products. But putting a total ban on showing Smoking on the screen amounts to censorship, he said in an exclusive interview to The Day After. I have always been opposed to censorship of any kind in Film, theatre or any other form of art. Censorship is not fair for art itself. It blocks free expression, which is vital for art.

Stating that the ground on which the ban has been imposed is justified, Palekar says, however, that a total ban is not the solution or way to curb Smoking. The health concerns may be genuine. But if that is the case, there are many things, which we need to observe minutely. Going by the same standards, we will have to ban showing drinking as well. Because, drinking is more injurious to health and it is a social evil, he says.

The other area of concern is the huge archive of old Films and television programmes in all regional languages in which anti-Smoking warnings will have to be inserted. The industry feels that clearing such a huge backlog is nearly i mpossible.

But the larger sentiment is that the ban goes against creative license, especially given that Smoking scenes on Indian screen have drastically reduced in the current politically correct age.

The Indian Film industry is said to be the largest in the world and produces over 900 Films a year. These Films touch the lives of over 250 million people in India and create demi-gods out of stars.

In trying to be more like these stars, they copy the style of the ons creen characters and that often includes drinking and Smoking to portray a cool image. The most popular screen moment of Rajnikanth flipping his cigarette and tossing it into his mouth has been copied by many a teen.

Meanwhile, the deadline of implementation of the ban was extended twice. Both the ministries have so far failed to reach the consensus, and the PIL is still there in the court. The Health Ministry has approached the Prime Ministers office to intervene and resolve the matter.

According to sources, this issue has become very sensitive, as the Health Ministry has taken it up as a prestige issue. On the other hand, the Information and Broadcasting Ministry - despite finding it difficult to implement the ban - cannot strike it down completely.

While the Health Ministry has been backing a complete ban on Smoking in Films and television, the Information and Broadcasting Ministry has been looking for ways to implement the ban in a milder form with various exemptions.

A little bit of helping hand from government was needed to resolve the issue. They should have done something concrete by reaching a consensus between all the departments and Film industry, and analyzing the feasibility of its implementation, before prematurely issuing directives on the same.

The fact remains that manufacturing or selling of tobacco products is not banned, and these are openly available at any nook and corner of the country. It, therefore, nullifies the argument that Smoking ban on Films and TV can reduce Smoking. Also, if the youth can get inspired by Films and their characters, how about banning murders, rapes, robberies, adultery, obscenity, alcoholism, eve teasing from Films too?

Author:: Vipin Agnihotri
Keywords:: Bollywood, Smoking, India, Vipin, Agnihotri, Mahesh Bhatt, Film, Amol Palekar
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Magic Tricks

Hocus-pocus, abracadabra, are words all have heard as children when they were amazed by the tricks of the man in the black tuxedo. These words form part of simpler times in life, where before adulthood, fairytales are real and magicians can actually do the impossible.

Most people believe that tricks are all there is to magic. The reality of magic and witchcraft is not a question for them, but rather unquestionable fakery. Magic tricks are designed to please such a crowd, which inevitably forms a majority at most gatherings. Children especially, are popular audiences for magic tricks since they are the most avid believers. Adults may see the trickery of the trap doors and smoke screens, but children marvel at the magic. They have no need to question the tricks because they believe what they see is true and that is the real magic.

Magic tricks can be of many varieties, but they all involve hoodwinking audiences with the dexterity of the hand. Magicians performing card tricks take in to account the tendency of the individual to ignore their actions when picking the card. Elaborate tricks use many gimmicks to divert attention from the main-stage to complete tricks such as beautiful assistants and fireworks. Mirrors and partitions placed at strategic locations make disappearances and conjuring tricks work. The catch-a-bullet-in-the-mouth or the William Tell tricks are some of the most common, projecting to the public the bravado of the live targets. Most times however, the gun is never discharged, only fired to produce a bang and the bullet is found where it had always been in the fearless magicians mouth. The arrows, though released are reeled back and a fake one simultaneously pops out over the targets head.

With the appearance of magicians such as David Blain, it has become harder for people to accept the televised magic as a simple amalgamation of tricks. After all, no one is supposed to fool all the people, all the time and so such magic must be real. The ability to control matter with the mind and perform magic without the use of trickery is rare. In fact its existence has never been documented or proved. But then again, it has not been disproved either.

Magic provides detailed information on Magic, Magic Tricks, Black Magic, Magic Spells and more. Magic is affiliated with Magic Card Tricks.

Author:: Marcus Peterson
Keywords:: Magic Tricks
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Battle Scared Streets WWIII: "The Red Horse of Apocalypse"

Advance: I do believe the beginnings of WWIII, started in Korea, and went onto Vietnam; and then all the little wars in-between culminated any kind of world stability they thought WWI and WWII would bring; and over from all this poured Eastern European wars. And now the Red Horse of Apocalypse is having its day in the Middle East, to include Israels continuing war, with its neighbors. But this is just a poem on the Iraqi War II, and perhaps it can be linked to the Afghan war, and Kashmir, so many wars and so many battle scared streets in villages, cities and residential areas:

The Poem

On the Battle Scared Streets
Throughout Iraq(Baghdad, Fallujah,
And Ramadi: to name a few)
Is where soldiers meet?
To police (now) the wars stability;
They seldom sleep,
Six hours on, six off; perhaps
Its enough; as they listen to
Metallicas: For whom the Bell Tolls,
While watching the clock
And reading anxious letters

Of fiances back home.

Quarters: theyre back to the hooch,

Like in Vietnam (make-shift
Barracks, for our military men).
They say we won the war, so,

Now its down to search and seizure
And close-calls!...

When they come home

Will they ever get over it?
I heard someone state:
Hard, to say, war has its own
Immortal fates

Battalions, regimentstours

Of duty; I know them all to well:
Theres no advice to give, except:
Duck, dont give an inch, and
Fight like hell.

#779 7/29/05

Dennis Siluk, Poet and Author see his books at http://www.abe.com and http://www.bn.com

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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Forces of Nature

As the sun began to rise, the flagrant destruction became increasingly apparent. What was once noted as one of the finest wineries in the world had now been reduced to piles of smoldering rubble.

Amelias usual cheery demeanor had been replaced with deep sorrow; her eyes heavy and her skin sallow from both the lack of sleep and constant tears. She had tried to hide this with the application of spun powder and a touch of mascara, but to no avail.

Roman stood silent at the window; his statuesque presence filled the room. He contemplated what they would do? How had this happened? These questions plagued his very soul.

A knock from the door jolted them back to reality. The families winery was no more. The second knock was even sharper.

Hello, Mr. Cole. Please come right in, Amelia said politely, as if to mock him for his own aggressive behavior.

Mr. Cole, I assume you are here to rescind your offer. I dont believe we have anything left to offer.

No Sir, I am here to offer my condolences.

The estate owned by the Massimo family covered over three hundred and sixty acres. Three hundred of those acres were the finest grapes in the world. These majestic beauties had once again won first place in the International Winery Association competition. The second place title had been given to the Constance family. They were third generation wine makers and from the very same region. Taking second place for the third year in a row had been more than a little unsettling. The Constancies made their move. They had desired control of the entire valley.

Roman and Amelia had inherited the family estate and it now appeared they had also inherited its problems as well. Only yesterday they had signed a contract allowing the Constance family to harvest their fall crop. This one time harvest would generate enough money to pay the enormous estate taxes and allow them to keep the estate. One season surly wouldnt hurt business too badly. They still had the remains of the cellars and that would tide them over for this season. The estate would still be theirs ; with only ten days till the taxes were due there simple was not other choice.

Thank you for your interest, Mr. Cole Romans voice dripped with sarcasm. Amelia and I had had an unusually long night.

Of course Sir, just one last thing. The check. You didnt have time to cash it did you? I will take it back and well be finished here. Take your check! Amelia screamed aloud. I should have expected you or any of those people to care anything about our vines!

Maam, I assure you the Constance family shares our grief, but they cant be expected to pay for the vines that burned last evening.

Take your check; get out now! Amelias heart had reached its breaking point. She sobbed mightily as she her head on Romans shoulder. The insurance adjuster would be arriving soon.

Perhaps you would like to lie down a minute. I will wake yo u when he gets here. Roman gently urged Amelia up the stairs.

The iron gates opened for the car to pass through, pausing only brief enough to receive instructions on how to get to the main house entrance. The T.V. and radio station crews grew increasingly restless with the lack of information regarding last nights fire. The locals all knew the oldest strains of vine in the region were located here and everyone feared they might be destroyed. The Massimo family had not responded to their flux of media calls and the media now resorted to standing guard outside their gated entrance anxiously awaiting word.

The farm hands were digging franticly, looking for any signs of life in the smoldering fields. Joseph, the grounds supervisor, walked quickly toward the door, something clutched tightly in his hands. Joseph had been the gardener on the estate for more than twenty years. He had been a guest at many Sunday diners at the Massimo table throughout his years of service.

This fragile man appeared nervous and began to explain about the rusty key presented to Roman. As Joseph recounted the mystery of the rusty old key Amelias ashen face appeared stunned.

Nearly eleven years ago when I moved into the gardeners quarters, your father had given me permission to plant my own private garden. That included all the standard varieties of vegetables but Master Massimo had also jut completed his final pruning for the season, so I decided to keep a sampling of each. At the time it was a mere six plants, but after the past eleven years the last count was about sixty four vines. Where are you going? shouted Amelia

Roman grazed his shoulder on the door frame as her push past the crowd. He began to run the entire length of the drive. The media noticed the action and immediately began clicking away at the family as they all followed Roman. After fumbling with the key, he threw open the gate to the grounds keepers home. As he drew a deep brea th he surveyed the most heavenly sight. They were flawless row after row of grape laden vines. Their tender heads turned upward worshipping the almighty sun, untouched by last night tragedy. Roman turned to see Joseph and Amelia standing in the gates, tears of joy cascading down their cheeks. Roman stood proudly at the head for the dinning room table. Everyone knew what the future held, another successful winemaking year. Cheers! Not only to the forces of nature, but to the nature of the family.

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Home Theater Selection: Common Pitfalls To Avoid

Everyone wants a home theater, but some consumers do not conduct enough due diligence on their potential purchase before entering the marketplace. As a result, the chances are high that one will end up with systems that do not function the way they would like a home system to do.

For instance, some buyers end up with systems that are far too powerful for the intended home theater space. If consumers are well informed and have done his or her research, these pitfalls can be avoided. This article will discuss a few common errors in home theater system selection in hopes of providing others with the information they need to avoid problems.

The most common error is assembling a system that lacks adequate amplification. This is particularly common among those who purchase less expensive systems and then attempt to use them in larger spaces. For instance, bargain systems utilize smaller amplifiers that are not able to power speakers adequately to handle larger r ooms.

In order to avoid this common pitfall, one must simply look not only for a low price tag but for adequate power, as well. Usually the sole cause of this difficulty is the attempt to save a few bucks. Do not hesitate to ask a sales associate or a knowledgeable friend about how much power you should really have and consider this information while choosing your home theater equipment. That small increase in upfront cost will represent a savings over an otherwise inevitable upgrade.

Another pitfall to be aware of are home theater speakers. Some buyers may feel that their speaker selection has failed after home assembly is complete. What sounded great in the showroom sounds muddled and weak in the living room. Was the buyer a victim of a bait and switch? Doubtful. For the most part this is due to improper position, meaning the home theater speaker are not positioned for optimal sound. In essence, positioning home theater speakers for aesthetic purposes m ay cause a decrease in optimal sounding speakers.

The easiest way to overcome this pitfall is to consult the manufacturers directions and/or utilize a trial and error strategy such as shifting the speakers elevation, angle or distance in order to achieve optimal sound.

One more common pitfall is space that will be utilized by the home theater system. Some think bigger is better, or maybe its just greed. How would it feel sitting a few feet away from a large screen and noticing ever pixel on the screen? Misjudging the home theater screen can be avoided by taking floor space measurements.

Even though errors like these take place daily as people buy home theater systems, these miscues can be easily avoided with a little bit of knowledge and research. A consumer can make a wise purchase if sufficient research is done prior to entering the store.

Dont suffer with the wrong system simply due to a lack of effort on the front end. A home theater can be a significant purchase and one should not enter into such a large purchase without determining what is really needed.

If one follows these simple guidelines, buying and enjoying a home theater system will be a very pleasurable experience.

Myra Elaine is the webmaster and publisher Essence of Home Theaters. She provides current information on the successful selection of a home theater system and much more.

Author:: Myra Elaine
Keywords:: digital home theater, home theater receivers, home theater system, home theater package
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An Evening With a Goddess

'Goddess Ying', that's what she calls herself. Ying is her name and Huang, her family name. I saw her, met her, held her one Spring Festival night at a swanky night club.

I was at my computer, late one evening when Mama (she gave me my Chinese name and in gratitude I call her Mama) called to ask if I would like to join her and her friends at a night club. I said, 'no, thanks' but she insisted. I stalled and thought I had managed to escape the invitation but another call a minute later and a little more friendly persuasion saw me leaving the relatively warm confines of my apartment for the chill outdoors.

I jumped into a taxi and got off at the Mix Pub and Bar, paying the driver an extra yuan (Spring Festival taxi rates are higher) over the normal four for the ride.

Inside, a row of pretty women, dressed in Qi Pao's (that sexy long dress from shoulder to the feet and nowadays, sometimes to a little above the knees and sexier still) and furry shawls draped over their milky shoulders welcomed with a chorus of sweet voices, in unison.

I smiled as I made my way in and answered the hello's reserved for the laowai (foreigner). I saw Mama with a group of friends in one of the balcony-like alcoves. She waved cheerfully and I responded with a little less. The table was crowded with glasses, a large jug filled with ice, green tea and a generous fill of Whisky from a bottle of Chivas Regal, a tray of fruits and those ubiquitous sunflower seeds. I hugged Mama and shook hands with her friends. Soon, the music , the lights and the ambience had me swaying and I danced with Mama and then moved to partner with Xiao Wei and then another until I was tired and returned to our 'balcony' where I poured myself a generous helping of Whisky from the bottle.

A pretty and rather young girl, Cici, soon joined the party. We clcked glasses and I took a small sip from my glass. With a broken rib from a night of careless drinking not too long ag o I didn't want a repeat and preferred going slow with the Booze. Cici spoke English well and with a fluency that was both a surprise and a pleasure. As we chatted she said she was a sophomore at a university in Nanjing and was studying to become a TV hostess/newsreader. Soon, a friend of Cici's joined us. Cici introduced us and I,thus, came to meet Ying. She came through the crowd, swaying a little, a bottle of Beer in hand, stacked above like very few I have seen here. We exchanged polite hellos and I struggled to take my eyes off Ying while Cici and I continued chatting, our tete a tete peppered with the click of glasses, my sips small and Cici's gulps large. As I raised my glass to toast Cici after several rounds, she stopped, her hands gesturing a 'wait'. I waited as she poured the remnants from her glass into another and then reached for the Chivas, pouring herself a larger drink than I had. She raised the glass and downed it all in one shot while I took my small sip. Slighted and chastised I poured myself another drink and raised my glass to toast her wonderful drinking skills. Soon, the Whisky started working and Cici staggered away for a breather.

Ying was back from one of her little jaunts into the well of the pub from where she returned each time with a new bottle of Beer. She stood at the railing of our 'balcony' while Mama played one of the drinking games with a friend. They sing, 'xi shwa shwa, xi shwa shwa' as they bring their palms in front of their eyes, their fingers signalling a number. The loser, by way of punishment, drank as in so many other drinking games they play in Bars, restaurants an d night clubs. I sat alone, watching the game, sipping slowly and my eyes fell on Ying. I got up and went to her, holding her at the waist and started a slow dance. She looked back, mouth open and brushed her cheek against mine. I moved closer, my hands still at her waist, face next to hers. She pushed my hand down, the other went up and my mouth moved to her ear. She pulled me closer and reached for my stick. We danced this way while eyes from the well observed a Goddess at play. Suddenly, she let out a loud scream and was gone!

A few days later, I called Cici and she gave me Ying's number. I called Ying and asked if she remembered and she mumbled a reply. 'Don't call me again' her tone suggested...'I am Goddess Ying...and you? you are nothing!'

Rajesh Kanoi (Jack) is a published writer, now living and working in China. Many of his short-stories, poems and articles have been published, including a book of short-stories, 'From China With Love' (Lipstick Publishin g).

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Author:: Rajesh Kanoi
Keywords:: Goddess, Bar, night club, Booze, Chivas Regal, Whisky, Beer, iced tea,
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A Copywriter Speaks: Hey Give Me Back My Pen!

Its no wonder I have a permanent crick in my neck. Ive spent the last ten years shaking my head piteously at people who think they can write. Fellow scribes, let us gather now for a virtual group hug, as we console each other for the fruitlessness that is our existence.

Okay, Im being a little dramatic. But its true; innumerous individuals think they dont need my services. Guess again, friends! You need the Writer. Ive seen what happens when you give it a go on your own, and it isnt pretty.

To my CopyWriting cohorts: you know who I mean. Theyre the ones who keep you hunched over that keyboard, slogging away into the wee hours of the morning, only to send back a bastardized draft revision thats rife with bad grammar, sloppy sentence structure and headlines that wouldnt fly in an eighth grade English essay. Whats a Writer to do? Work your magic, of course! I never thought I had special powers. But maybe I do, because thats what pandering types tell me just after theyve grammatically raped another one of my brainchildren. Little do they know, the painstaking way in which the CopyWriter chooses his words!

Good CopyWriting carries some emotional weight; thats what gives it substance. The challenge an advertiser faces is to harness the emotion of the audience and spur them to action. Still, people often fail to recognize theres a distinct method to the madness. They tamper with your creation; they muck up your words; they carelessly trod upon your masterpiece! You protest, gently, but still they always win. Why? You cant prove them wrong. You can only barrage them with more words. See how confusing it becomes?

In Writing, there are two partners at play; emotion, and logic. Emotion is the silly-putty of communication; logic is that little plastic container you keep it in. Ill say it another way: word choice and sentence structure. The problem is such: there is no tangible way to defend your emotional method of persuasion (or word choice), and as the language continues to evolve, logic (or sentence structure) is also going out the window.

As the most subjective of subjects, language leaves room for misinterpretation. Bad Writing is like driving a car on an empty tank of gas, in the complete wrong direction. Without a solid vocabulary, one cant harness the language. If one lacks the sense of what to say when, where, and to whom, to produce a desired response; someone, somewhere, will be laughing. That someone might be me.

A strategic Writer organizes carefully. This is where all that stuff you learned in fourth grade English class comes in. That old schoolmarm wasnt drawing sentence diagrams on the board to torture you. She was trying to show you that words take different forms depending on their logical function within a sentence. This is how we employ order and organization to make meaning understood. Hes so dumb he cant even form a sentence. Hey, many people of above-average intell igence really cant form a sentence! Its one of the reasons people hire professional Writers.

Someone might see something like poorly written web copy and think, That dont impress me much (because today, poor grammar even finds its way into song titles). And maybe they wont know why theyre not impressed... but Ill know! It will be due to flagrant disregard for the English language, and outright disrespect for the poetry in motion that is good advertising.

If youre an accomplished Writer, then God bless! Fight the good fight, little soldier, for Im backing you all the way. If youre a destroyer of quality Writing: do us humble wordsmiths a favor and back away from the pen. We love to hear you talk, we really do! Your expertise make us who we are because you confirm what we say. Youre the proof in our pudding; our real, live reference book! We love to listen and learn from you, and we love to pass your information along. We wont take your credit. We promise! Im your copy cosmetician, and Im here to make you look beautiful.

Now, please - just give me back my pen!

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Author:: Dina Giolitto
Keywords:: CopyWriting, Writing, copy editing, Copyediting, Proofreading, CopyWriter, Writer, Editor
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A "Must Have" Yoga Book

At last, the mystery of how to pronounce Sanskrit terms properly has been revealed. Have you been looking for an English / Sanskrit cross reference? Are the exact pronunciations of Sanskrit terms still a mystery? Would you like to learn a lot more about Sanskrit as it pertains to Yog a?

You dont have to search anymore. The Language of Yoga is an interactive book and double CD set written by Nicolai Bachman. This interactive course includes more than 200 asanas with illustrated Yoga postures and 300 Sanskrit definitions.

In between teaching Yoga classes and writing, I have some time to read, and I was happy that I took the time to read Nicolai Bachmans 139 page cross reference book for converting Sanskrit terms to English.

The two CDs that accompany the book make this work come to life. The first CD covers chants for Yoga practice, Yoga Sutras, and Yoga terms. The second CD covers Ashtanga sequences, names of asanas, and much more. In the course of studying this interactive book, you will learn the basic guidelines of pronunciation for many more words.

The author, Nicolai Bachman, guides you through correct pronunciations with the exact rhythm and tone. This book is a masterpiece and a priceless reference tool for any serious student, or teacher, of Yoga. For Yoga book collectors, this book will be remembered with your personal favorites.

At this time, there is no other book on the market that provides this much in-depth study of the Sanskrit Yoga words and cross references it with English. Words are grouped together by subject, such as numbers, Chakras, Bandhas, Mudras, Yamas, and Niyamas. Many of the words that you might hear in the average Yoga class, are no longer a m ystery to pronounce for English speaking Yoga students.

Nicolai Bachman,has been a teacher of Sanskrit, and related subjects, since 1994. He has studied extensively at the VagYoga Institute in Varanasi, India, the American Sanskrit Institute, the American Institute of Vedic Studies, the Vedic Chant Center, the Ayurvedic Institute, and received his M.A. in Eastern Philosophy from St. John's College.

Nicolai is a 500-hour level Registered Yoga Teacher. He teaches Sanskrit, Ayurveda, and Yoga Philosophy; Nicolai currently teaches in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

This book will be released later this month, at which time we will have them in supply. Dont stay in the dark about speaking Sanskrit, especially if you are teaching Yoga classes. Now, you can be confident that your pronunciation is correct.

I enjoyed the book so much that I ordered a shipment for our staff, on-site interns, and Yoga teachers, we network with worldwide. If you are interested in getting a copy, feel free to contact Aura Wellness Center.

Paul Jerard is a co-owner and the director of Yoga teacher training at: Aura Wellness Center, in North Providence, RI. He has been a certified Master Yoga teacher since 1995. He is a master instructor of martial arts, with multip le Black Belts, four martial arts teaching credentials, and was recently inducted into the USA Martial Arts Hall of Fame. He teaches Yoga, martial arts, and fitness to children, adults, and seniors in the greater Providence area. Recently he wrote: Is Running a Yoga Business Right for You? For Yoga students, who may be considering a new career as a Yoga teacher. http://www.Yoga-teacher-training.org/index.html

Author:: Paul Jerard
Keywords:: Yoga teacher, Yoga, Yoga student, learn Yoga, study Yoga, Ayurveda, Meditation, Sanskrit, teach Yoga
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"Sacrifice at the Hypogeum"

Part I

A young man, named LH, came from the small country called Malta, to pursue studies at the University, who had but a little money in his pocket, settled in an apartment near by the University. The young stranger, for very few knew where he came from, became studied in the great art of diplomacy, recollected that one of his great achievements would be to be an occupant of the very prestigious order of the Knights of St. John. He became marked with intellect and cultivation, but little warmth of heart.

Nothing seemed to exceed his intentions of gaining more knowledge in every known area of science, the arts, international law, and economics, which seemed to grow in his path, no matter which way he walked. In all his observations in regard to discovering the whys in life, he left no leaf or blade of grass unturned. He also studied the gods of the past; the Giants that once roamed the small islands of Malta and Gozo. Never-the-less, in spite of his goo d looks, and deep intelligence, he had no part in intimacy with the female or male species of earth (referring in part to sex). On the contrary, he avoided their actual touch or direct inhaling of their odors. Such as a savage beast, or deadly snake, or evil spirit would do, should he allow a moment of being vulnerable to an enemy? In the many temples one might find him sitting between 5000-year old stones, as if he was the king, and he was in his thorn room.

It was quite frightful to the young men who knew him to see this air of superiority, and cultivating of a human being, if indeed he was one. In addition, his distrustful composure, made him on one hand noticeable to a good many dangerous onlookers. During one evening while at the Hal Saflieni Hypogeum, an underground burial chamber, hollowed out of soft limestone about 4100 BC [or 6100-years ago, rediscovered in l902, a Maltese archaeologist heard him crying out:

Here I am, my father. What would you ha ve me do? It was a voice pleading of a son to a father, as if deep hues of orange and purple filled his intonations, perfumes of a scant one never smelled before filled the ancient stone coffin.

Yes, answered LH I need your help, so He cried even louder.

Soon there emerged from around a stone structure the figure of a young woman, arrayed with as much beauty as a splendid king with precious stones like flowers all about her. And with a bosom so huge and vivid that one turn of her would have been too much for a human man to walk away. The archeologist still hidden behind a window-door of sorts next to the Holy of Holies, of which he had a three-quarter view, put his hand over his mouth and starred motionless. This temple was not like the open air ones on Malta and Gozo, such as the Temple of Ggantija, 3800 BC, or Hagar Qim, 3400 BC, or the Tarxien temple of 3000 BC; this one was three stories below the earth.

As the archeologist looked on him knew this y oung man was worshiping someone. It had been known in the area as the Cult of the Dead, linked to Mother Earth. This person was calling out to his ancestors--and now, now a beautiful young woman. What next. The chill of the place was taking away his energy, his health. The archeologist thought to himself: this young mans fancy must have gone morbid, for he took the woman, as she was willing to be taken, laid her like a ram or sheep in front of him. She then handled her sexual parts as would a person wanting to be aroused, and inhaled his odor several times, which he did not avoid.

(So saying, LH), as she lay in front of him:

See how many needful offerings required to be done to our chief, and treasure. My life might pay the penalty of your demand. Hence forth, I fear, this woman will not be enough. And gladly will I undertake whatever you have for me.

Cried the woman, as she bent towards the center of the Holy of Holies, in front of LH, as if he were the Son of God, and opened her arms and legs to embrace LH. He said with a soft voice:

Yes my sister, it shall be my odor, which is to you as the breath of life. I shall reward you with, as it would be with mortal man, kisses. Then, with all the tenderness in his manner, which was strikingly expressed to his father as he looked straight ahead as in a trance, she delighted her body as the plan seemed to require, or sacrifice, and rubbed her eyes tears from her eyes and like a good daughter, took out a danger from her womb, and gave it to LH. Like Abraham, he took the knife and pushed it deep into her heart; killing her instantly.

As the archeologist fell backwards, not making a noise, stunned, he too wiped his eyes, but for a different reason, to insure he was seeing what he was seeing. Then he looked around the corner again. But there was no woman when the archeologist looked back. NO light. Whatever were these errors of fancy on his judgment? Was th e sun of the upper world making him see shadows of the night in the underworld?

Thus, moving away from the window, he becomes sleepy. He quickly went to the upper floors, into the museum area, and then run to talk to a security guard, stopped point blank in front of the young man [LH. Stuttering he could say nothing. As if he was a little ashamed to find him standing next to the stranger in a matter-of-fact stance.

The young man rejoiced in saying, Your heart: dreams can cause many to defects, be careful. True, thought the archeologist, so true. In the course of the day he paid his respects to his fellow workers, and went home early. He was an elder man in his 70s and knew he needed rest, after such a trying experience. The professor as he was called, apparently during the night had a heart attack. He kept the young man in his mind, going over and over the events of the day, the twenty-minute ordeal. When his wife of 40-years tried to wake him in the mi ddle of the night the professor did not respond with any anticipation, or movements to show life.

She was quoted as saying to the media:

The truth is, my husband had a disease of the heart, and should have died years ago. I was quite inquisitive when he came home very tired this afternoon, smiling, and told me a story. And said, God forbid, its time.

What she didnt tell the police was what her husband meant, which was: as he explained to her: It is the hour, the dread of terror that the pit of the abyss where demon and angelic beings are incarcerated, and have been waiting to be released. He explained to his wife, The destroyer was in the Holy of Holies, at his place of work, he had seen him in person.

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Short Story
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Pointe Shoes Shopping for Your First Pair

Getting your first pair of Pointe shoes is a memory not soon forgotten. From the first blisters to the spotlight at the recital, your shoes will carry you to fulfill your dancing dreams.

It is important to have your Pointe shoes fitted by someone who understands the shoes purpose and the Dancers bodys demands. Be certain to ask about the credentials of the person doing your fitting, especially if you have concerns about their understanding of your needs.

When you go in for your fitting, bring thin socks or tights to wear in order to keep the shoes clean and create an accurate fit. Ask your teacher if she has any shoe prefe rences and any padding suggestions. Understand the demands that will be on your shoes by knowing the number of classes per week that you will be taking on Pointe and the duration of those classes. Call ahead for an appointment whenever possible to insure individualized service.

Once you find the shoes you like, test them. Take them off, walk around for a few minutes, and then try them on again. If they still feel right to you and look right to your teacher or fitting professional, chances are you have found your best starting shoe.

If you have any concerns, considering taking the shoes in to your teacher for a second opinion. Ask about the exchange policy before purchasing the shoes. If you are getting a second opinion, wear clean tights while trying on the shoes and use a clean towel over the floor. Do not bend, crush, or otherwise try to break in the shoes until you are certain you want to keep them.

Above all, enjoy the experience. To this day I look back with a smile on my face to the time when I bought my first pair of Pointe shoes. It is a joy that brings with it new challenges and experiences that will help you to grow as a Dancer.

Jenny Pemberton is a Dance teacher and owner of Dance To You, Inc. http://www.Dancetoyou.com an online Dancewear retail shop. She does area Pointe shoe fittings and offers personalized service through her website. Jenny has a passion for the arts and enjoys passing along h er love of Dance to future generations.

Author:: Jenny Pemberton
Keywords:: Pointe shoes, Ballet shoes, beginning Pointe, shopping for Pointe shoes, Dance, Ballet, Pointe
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A PoeticStory: Of don Fernando and the Devil 1690 AD

A Poetic-Story

Of don Fernando and the Devil [1690 AD

This is of don Fernando and Evangelina
This is how young lovers met,
Glories of a captured day?
In the golden grass they lay
Fernando and Evangelina;
For the kindness and their grace,
Two lovers, so fair of face,
Many sorrows did they bare,
Of the many pains they shared.

Sweet they were, the story starts
Here they met in the City of Kings
(There they won each others hearts),
A dashing nobleman, of rank
(Evangelina, a fine bride to be):
Don Fernando, the gambler
Evangelina, the beauty.

And so the Tale must be told:

How the swashbuckler, gambler, Don Fernando de Vergara gambled his wife away. Whom women besiege before he met his love, proposed to her, and married the youthful beauty, the Limena, Evangelina Zamora. They did at first find life to be marvelous, until a mortal issue appearedbut I am getting ahead of myself, let m e tell you about her. Her hair was lightening black with little curls, richly, and many looked upon her; her body shapely, and she was well educated; in Don Fernando there was no evil intended at all, but as we will see he was overtaken by the moment, and Love, who was his great master, did not win.

Evangelina, was by far the richer of the two, and protected quit well by a guardian, and one would think by looking into his heart, love would prevail over his vice, but it is always self-interest and human nature, that does, does it not? In her breasts, the young soldier and nobleman won her love to life. In a half decade that followed that great day of marriage, Fernando had forgot his old disposition, he found happiness in his home, wife and children, faithful to the heartbeat, he was the captain of her soul, she a devotee of his.

But old habits are not always forgotten, some are simply misplaced, or pushed aside, and become alive when triggered. With a feverish old desire comes reality, gentle and courteous it may start up, even debonair; but as always ends up unconformable. He squandered his wifes fortune away in gambling.

Friends and companions are always close by when they see a gain, and it was no different for don Fernando, and call it bad, mad, but his luck was not good. In the process of gambling, he wined and dined his friends, especially the marquis, the one whom could talk his language. Call it what you will, but there is little difference between a drunk, a gambler, or a madman, historically speaking, the figures are relatively close to one another. And of course, like so many wives, Evangelina tried relentlessly to understand his compulsiveness, but who can, it doesnt make any sense, not even did it make sense to Fernando, his so called shortcoming he asked himself, Why and even though God gave him grace to figure it out, he did not honor the wisdom.

With good humor, it is fair to say,
Don Fernando, app roached his wife
Awake her, ask for her diamond ring
An act he played quite well:
Denying it was for gambling
But, curiosity of some friends,

The truth of the matter, he lost
A large some of money to rival gamblers
Unstoppable bad luck. Id say
The precious jewel now gleamed

On the fingers of the friendly marquis:
Shame and remorse for Don Fernando.

Don Fernando killed the marquis:
As he fell to his knees on Evangelines bed
(For he too loved her before they wed);
To save her husband from a sentence of death
Evangelina had to shame herself,
(Lest her children be without,

A loving father nor any friends);
So, she claimed she was unfaithful.
Upon her deathbed she told this secret:
I have lost my honorso my husband
And children could keep theirs.

See Dennis' web site: dennissiluk.tripod.com

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetic Story
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It's Different The Changing Face of Bollywood

In the mid 1990s if you heard anyone talk about a forthcoming movie release in Bollywood they would sound too much like a popular Indian Ketchup commercial. The buzzword was it's different. Of course the movies ended up being the same old formula films that sometimes clicked and most times faded away into oblivion.

But now ten years later you dont hear that buzzword much, instead you get to see it. The film industry is finally making a conscious effort to try new things. In fact one can safely say that it is more becoming the norm rather than the exception. Be it clever Visual Effects or story lines that push the creative envelope Bollywood is getting there.

As audiences get exposed to more sophisticated plots and themes they expect something new that will challenge their intellect. Just running around trees will not do anymore. Of course not all films made today are different but many are. Topics such as pre-marital sex, live-in relationships are making it to mainstream cinema in India. Edgy films like Being Cyrus are now being released as commercial cinema. Another film that pushed the limits at its time of release was Deepa Mehtas Fire. Released in 1996 it was the first time people got to see same sex relationships set in Indian society. Theaters were burnt and much high drama and tension was caused outside cinemas across the country. Debates were held for and against the banning of the film. Either way the film achieved one main thing. It helped to open up peoples minds. You could even say it cleared the way for future experimentation.

Today with so much information at the disposal of many people in India Bollywood seems to have a wider canvas to paint on. While formula or masala films as they are also know will probably always be made here, an almost parallel universe of New Age films seems to be forming. Never before seen together on screen couples is the latest fad to hit our extremely colorful world of celluloid. Aam ir & Kajol, Kareena & Ajay Devgan, Hrithik & Aishwarya are all set to enthrall the audiences sometime in the not too distant future. One thing is for sure; in the coming months, fans of Bollywood in India and across the globe are going to go where Bollywood has never gone before.

Sasha Masand the founder of Indian Voice Overs is an award winning Television Producer who has been part of the Indian media industry for over twelve years.

Author:: Sasha Masand
Keywords:: Bollywood Changing
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A Peruvian Christmas Tale (in Spanish and English)

Balloon over White Mountain

Up in the mountains of the Andes of Peru, is a little village called San Jeronimo, and not far from there is White Mountain (to the inhabitants of the area it is called: Huaytapallana). Here lived a family, and a little ten year old boy called Daniel. What he wanted most for Christmas was to fly over White Mountain. Well, this was kind of difficult, but as the family got together and talked about it, they felt it could be achieved: Uncle Dennis from America was visiting during this time, he was involved with finding the ropes needed for the balloon, and so was Aunt Rosita, Dennis wife, involved, she had to watch Dennis to make sure he didnt get entangled with the ropes (or felt she had to); and Aunt Nancy, her job was to find a camera, and get the film ready for the expedition, and the mother and father, Mini and Enrique, got the other necessary equipment, which I will explain now:

they put together in a weeks time a balloon, fa stened onto an old wooden bathtub, one they had kept in the back of their old restaurant: a large one you might say, somewhat modified. They tied ropes from the sides of the balloon (the balloon they got from the Mayor of the city); as I was saying, they tied the ropes onto the balloon and onto the sides of the wooden tub, and put a few sandbags on the sides to keep it from flying away. Then they built a fire on a platform which was tied under the opening of the balloon, this would fill the balloon up with hot air as needed.

On Christmas day, they took little Daniel to the Mayors Office, whose name happened to be Jesus, where they kept the balloon in the back of the building, and there is where they surprised him, uncovering itat its full size was larger than the Mayors building.

Daniel was overwhelmedto say the least, and thus, their adventure was about to start; they all jumped into the old wooden bathtub, and Papa Enrique, took the helm. In a moments time, the Mayor was waving the little group goodbye, as it ascended over the little Village of San Jeronimo, some 10,500 feet up in the Andes. They went up to 16,000-feet; right over White Mountain (I should explain: although it is called White Mountain, there are several mountains cuddled together and White Mountain is kind of in the middle over towering the rest of the mountains).

It was a dream come true for little Daniel, he could even see the little mountain village of Acopalcaleading up the mountains, where they were having a winter fish fry. There the warm and gentle people waved at him, as they played ball, and ate their trout. The balloon was all purple, and everyone could see it from far and near.

Right after they had passed that mountain village, the winds started to pick up, and shift the adventurous crew back and forth, up and down, like a yoyo, and Uncle Dennis was hanging onto the ropes to insure they did not break, and put out the fire. Aunt Nancy w as taking pictures of the whole adventure, and Aunt Rosita was making sure Uncle Dennis was not over exerting himself, he was not in the best of health; and Captain Papa Enrique was guiding the balloon in circles, around the mountain top, while little Daniel looked about the whole mountain area, almost wanting to jump out onto the glaciers on each side of the mountain (but he didnt).

Alias! Things do not always go the way they are planned, do they. They were planning to land on the summitweather permitting, on the very top of the mountain peak, but the wind was too strongshould they try this, surely the balloon and them in it would end up falling into the little lake that was cuddled in-between the mountains below them: there were three lakes below them, but the one nearest them was similar to a large pond.

Then all of a sudden, came a giant condor, a large, large, very large bird with icy-eyes, and a wing span (perhaps) as large as eighty feet: from tip to tip (so I remember, and looking at the pictures). Yes indeed, he was larger than the giant tub: he was huge like a whale in the air.

Nancy couldnt help it, she just kept taking pictures of the large bird, she was fascinated with it; and its wings started to create a windstorm around the balloon, that made Uncle Dennis pull the ropes harder so the balloon would not sail out of control, so the Captain could steer it properly; the Captain, being of course, Papa Enrique, who now turned the balloon towards the lake, should the bird bust the balloon at least theyd fall into something softer than granite.

The Condor came closer and closer to little Daniel, and then when his head was almost onto of the tub, looking into the group of folks in the area, Daniel did an odd thing: he plucked a feather from the birds neck, Uncle Dennis saw this and said to himself, Woops, this reads disaster for all of us all (for it really got the bird mad), and then he noticed the bird started to attack the balloon, narrowly escaping the fire under it. Then Uncle Dennis had an idea, and he let the rope fly upout of his hands, then the fire rushed out onto the birds wings, setting them on fire, and like a rocket the condor whizzed down to the lake to put the fire outSplash! It went, and upon its way up from under the water, it could not fly anymoreand he was not a happy bird.

Regrettable as it was, it was a happy ending thought Papa Enrique and the rest of the crew, as they sailed the balloon back to San Jeronimo, where the Mayor, his friend was waiting for them all: and upon their arrival, the whole Village came out to applaud them for their bravery over White Mountain.

Note to the unbelieving: if you dont believe this Story is true, just write the Mayor, hell tell you the truth or pe rhaps, Little Daniel might.

Spanish Version By Rosa Penaloza

Un Cuento Navideo Peruano:

Globo sobre la Montaa Blanca

Encima de las montaas de los Andes de Per, hay un pequeo pueblo llamado San Jeronimo, y no muy lejos de ste hay una Montaa Blanca (los habitantes del rea lo llaman: Huaytapallana). Aqu vivi una familia, y un pequeo muchacho de diez aos llamado Daniel. Lo que l ms quera por Navidad era volar sobre la Montaa Blanca.

Bien, esto era algo difcil, pero como su familia se reuni y habl sobre esto, ellos sintieron que esto podra lograrse: El to Dennis de Amrica estaba de visita durante este tiempo, l estara involucrado en buscar las sogas necesarias para el globo, y tambin la ta Rosita, esposa de Dennis, estara involucrada, ella tendra que cuidar a Dennis para asegurarse que l no se enredara con las sogas (o eso es lo que ella tema); y la Ta Nancy, quien su trabajo sera encontrar una cmara, y conseguir la pelcula lista para la expedicin, y la mam y el pap, Mini y Enrique, conseguiran el otro equipo necesario, que explicar ahora: ellos reunieron en una semana un globo, sujetado a una vieja baera de madera, una que ellos haban guardado detrs de su viejo restaurante: una grande podras decir, algo modificada.

Ellos ataron sogas a los lados del globo (el globo ellos lo consiguieron del Alcalde de la ciudad), como iba diciendo, ellos ataron las sogas en el globo y en los costados de la tina de madera, y pusieron unos cuantos sacos de arena sobre los lados para impedir que ste volara. Entonces ellos prendieron fuego sobre una plataforma que fue atada bajo la abertura del globo, esto llenara el globo con aire caliente cuando fuera necesario.

El Da de Navidad, ellos llevaron al pequeo Daniel a la Oficina del Alcalde, cuyo nombre result ser Jess, donde detrs del edificio ellos guardaban el globo, y all es donde ellos lo sorprendieron, destapndoloel globo en tamao completo era ms grande que el edificio d el Alcalde. Daniel fue abrumadopor no decir de menos, y as, su aventura estuvo a punto de comenzar; todos ellos brincaron en la vieja baera de madera, y Pap Enrique, tom el timn. En unos pocos momentos, el Alcalde agitaba al pequeo grupo adis! mientras que ste ascenda sobre el pequeo pueblo de San Jeronimo, aproximadamente 10,500 pies encima de los Andes. Ellos subieron cerca de 16,000 pies de altura, directamente sobre la Montaa Blanca (debera explicar: aunque lo llamen la Montaa Blanca, hay varias montaas abrazadas juntas y la Montaa Blanca es como que est en el medio sobresaliendo al resto de las otras).

Este era un sueo que se haca realidad para el pequeo Daniel, l incluso poda ver el pueblito llamado Acopalcael que conduce a las montaas, donde ellos estaban teniendo pescado frito de invierno. All la gente amable y apacible lo salud a l, mientras ellos jugaban a la pelota, y coman su trucha. El globo era todo prpura, y cada uno podra verlo por todas partes.

Entonces justo cuando habamos terminado de pasar el pueblito, los vientos fuertes comenzaron a arremeter a la tripulacin aventurera hacia adelante y hacia atrs, arriba y abajo, como un yoyo, y el to Dennis sujetaba las sogas para asegurarse que ellas no se rompieran, y apagaran el fuego. La ta Nancy estaba tomando fotos de toda la aventura entera, y la ta Rosita se aseguraba que el to Dennis no hiciera mucho esfuerzo l slo, l no estaba en lo mejor de su salud; y el Pap Capitn Enrique manejaba el globo en crculos, alrededor de la cima de la montaa, mientras que el pequeo Daniel miraba alrededor de la montaa entera toda el rea, como queriendo saltar en los glaciares sobre cada lado de la montaa (pero no lo hizo). Alas! Las cosas no siempre salen de la forma en que ellos fueron planificados no?

Ellos haban planificado aterrizar sobre la cumbresi el tiempo lo permita, sobre el mismo pico de la cima de la montaa, pero el viento era demasiado fuertesi ellos intentaban esto, seguramente el globo y ellos terminaran cayndose en el pequeo lago que se encontraba en el medio de las montaas debajo de ellos: haban tres lagos debajo de ellos, pero uno el ms cercano era similar a una charca grande.

Entonces de repente, vino un cndor gigantesco, un pjaro grande, grande, muy grande con ojos helados, y con alas tan grandes (quizs) como de ochenta pies de longitud: de punta a punta (s, me recuerdo mirando las fotos). S de verdad, l era ms grande que la tina gigantesca: l era enorme como una ballena en el aire.

Nancy no poda evitarlo, solamente segua tomando fotos del pjaro grande, ella estaba fascinada con ste, y sus alas comenzaron a crear una tempestad alrededor del globo, que hizo que el to Dennis tirara de las sogas ms fuerte para que el globo no volara fuera de control, as el Capitn podra dirigirlo correctamente; el Capitn que desde luego era Pap Enrique, que ahora gir el globo hacia el lago, en caso de que el pjaro rompiese el globo al menos ellos caeran en algo ms suave que en granito.

El Cndor se acerc ms y ms cerca al pequeo Daniel, y luego cuando su cabeza estaba casi encima de la tina, examinando al grupo de gente en el rea, Daniel hizo una cosa rara: l arranc una pluma del cuello del pjaro, el to Dennis vio esto y se dijo a s mismo, Woops, esto significa desastre para todos nosotros (porque esto consigui realmente que el pjaro se enfadara), y luego l not que el pjaro comenz a atacar al globo, casi evitando el fuego debajo de ste. Entonces el to Dennis tuvo una idea, l dej que la cuerda volara encimafuera de sus manos, entonces el fuego alcanz rpidamente las alas del pjaro, prendindolos en fuego, y como un cohete el cndor se zambull en el lago para apagar el fuego !chapoteo! ste fue, y cuando emergi en el agua, ste no poda volar msy l no era un pjaro feliz.

Lamentable como fue, ste tuvo un final feliz pens Pap Enrique y el resto de la tripulacin, mientras que ellos dirigieron el globo de vuelta al pueblo de San Jeronimo, donde el Alcalde, su amigo, los estaba esperando: y sobre su llegada, el pueblo entero sali para aplaudirles por su valor sobre la Montaa Blanca.

Nota al in-creer: si no crees que esta historia es verdadera, slo escribe al Alcalde, l te dir la verdad, o quizs, el pequeo Daniel podra.

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Story
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Art Edouard Manet's Life

Edouard Manet was a revolutionary painter. His work changed art forever and inspired the impressionistic style of painting. His art is so inspirational that it even influences today's art!

Manet is a French painter that was born in Paris on January 23, 1832. He was the son of a government official. His uncle gave him his first drawing lessons. Manet studied at the Rollin College and met his lifelong best friend Antonin there. Manet's father wanted him to study law but he didn't want to so he went to sea instead. He was trained as a sea cadet but failed his naval examinations and switched to painting.

He first studied art in Paris under Thomas Couture, the French painter and soon after visited Italy, Germany and the Netherlands to study the art in these places. While traveling around, several artists greatly influenced him. These artists were the Dutch painter Frans Hals, the Spanish artist Francisco de Goya, the French painter Courbet and the Spanish a rtist Diego Velazquez.

Manet started paining genre paintings, which are paintings that depict everyday life, such as street urchins and old beggars. He developed a very bold brush technique in which he painted realistic subject matter. All of his paintings are very realistic.

In 1861 he submitted The Spanish Singer to the Salon and won an honorable mention for it. However, in 1863 he submitted The Picnic to the Salon and it was rejected. This became a scandal and was an outrage to the public. The Salon wouldn't accept it because of the subject matter. In the painting, there was a woman at a picnic naked with two men.

Manet's painting, Olympia, created even more of an outrage. The public was furious with the style and subject matter of the painting. The painting depicted a naked prostitute waiting for her customer. Today, this is one of Manet's most famous paintings and is admired.

On October 28, 1863, Manet married Suzanne Leenhoff. She was a musician that had been hired by Manet's father to give Edouard and his brother piano lessons. Edouard and Suzanne had a ten year relationship before they were finally married in 1863. During their ten year relationship, Suzanne gave birth to a son, Leon Koella. The father is most certainly Manet, but Leon was presented to other people as Suzanne's younger brother. Manet painted Leon in several of his paintings, including Luncheon in the Studio.

Manet frequently was seen in the company of the Impressionist group and was considered by them to be their leader. However, he did not want to join the group and his work is not known as impressionistic. Impressionists use lighter colors and focus on the effects of light. They are mostly interested in showing their impressions of different scenes.

Manet was the first painter to abandon traditional lighting and treatment of space in his works. He wanted people to see the true reality of a painting which is that a painting is just a painting, a flat, two dimensional surface. It shouldn't be an illusion of something else.

Manet did not get recognition until much later in his life. After that, everyone wanted his paintings. In 1882 he submitted one of his best pictures to the Salon, The Bar at the Folies-Bergere. This painting allowed him to be accepted into the Legion of Honor. Manet died on April 30, 1883 in Paris after a long illness. He painted 420 oil paintings and many other pastels and watercolors.

Michael Russell

Your Independent guide to Arts

Author:: Michael Russell
Keywords:: Arts
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