Luckily the season provided the inspiration for today's post with the weather oscillating between sunshine and thunderstorms, yellow and grey. These two colours support the point that opposites attract, and while I don't believe this to be true in all interpretations of the phrase, where fashion is concerned it lends itself to some impactful ensembles. This just happens to be one of my favourites.

Marni Grut of Royal Blue provided the base for this outfit with her Lost Ballet tutu. A design like this called for something outside of the standard ballet fare so I opted for an 80's style racer back tank and socks in yellow combined with black accenting to create a, dare I say, Scene Ballerina. Emphasizing this, LAP's new Sugar and Spice poses are all about attitude and definitely bring this look to life.

Nic is wild about hats, so when Kari opened its doors Nic walked out with all three (the other two are bound to appear in future posts). The stitched newsboy cap gives this otherwise casual outfit a dose of chic while the yellow graphic tee from [insert cool name] brightens the look to summer standards. The laces of his shoes (also from Kari) tie this look together for a weathered look come rain or shine.

The pose frames from Lost Angels were a "must" for us and I strongly suggest them for all of you flickrites. Who knew being framed could look so good?

We hope you're enjoying your summer, both the yellow and the grey, and if you can't beat it -- wear it.

PHOTOSHOOT MUSIC: The Ting Tings - Shut Up and Let Me Go
(We ain't freakin' we ain't fakin' this!)

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BONNIE

Hair: ETD - Gwen (Sunny)
Skin: Redgrave - Pale Skin 10 Chloe (smoky 3)
Eyes: MMS - Dark Brown Eyes
Lashes: Karamia - Starry Eye Lashes
Nails: Roll the Dice - Neon Nails (Yellow)
Tank: GiGi Couture - 80s Yellow
Tutu: Royal Blue - Lost Ballet (Slate)
Belt: M*A*II*K*I - High Waisted Belt (Patent Black)
Socks: Bijou - Linda Legwarmer
Shoes: Maitreya - ChiChi Pumps (Black Velvet)
Earrings: +plus - Plastic Earrings (Black)
Poses: LAP - Awmahgah | LAP - Back to the Wall

CLYDE

Hair: Novocaine - Flynn (Mocha)
Skin: The Abyss - Scorpio (Origin 1[B])
Eyes: Armidi - True Enhance Eyes (Moss)
Shirt: [ insert cool name ] - retro Versalius (Yellow)
Pants: Armidi - A001 Jeans (Male/Loose Grey Classic)
Shoes: Kari - Voodoo Child High Tops
Hat: Kari - Newsboy Cap (Stitched / Yellow)
Arm Bandana: TONIC - Black Arm Bandana
Poses: LAP - Back Step | LAP - Hiding Something

Según informa Brandrepublic, la gaseosa está considerando cambiar de rumbo de su comunicación. El principal objetivo sería reducir el nivel de inversión publicitaria. Según informa la publicación, la marca comanzará un plan que la llevará a recortar sus gastos publicitarios en u$s500 millones para el 2011.

Este cambio de estrategia consistiría en utilizar mayor cantidad de campañas globales, reemplazando las acciones locales que se realizan en mercados menores. En Argentina, la marca se maneja con Ogilvy&Mather (quien también maneja la cuenta a nivel latinoamericano), Santo Buenos Aires y Grey. Por otro lado, La Negra también elabora algunos proyectos regionales e internacionales para Coca Cola, en apoyo a Wieden+Kennedy.

La marca realizó un fuerte cambio de estrategia en su comunicación global a finales de 2005, cuando eligió a Wieden+Kennedy para que se hiciera cargo de la publicidad a nivel global. Sólo con presencia en algunos pocos mercados a nivel internacional, W+K complementó su labor con diversas agencias locales con las que Coca Cola ya venía trabajando. Ahora, las acciones globales de la marca son manejadas por la argentina Santo, Mother London, VCCP y por W+K Amsterdam.

Effortless Elegant Style....

Mothology - Hand Carved Mirror /Rene Caovilla Satin Pumps
Micro Beaded Tulle Top - Plümo /Cyrilla Banquette - Pure Furniture

Rezidenţii. Miranda Bailey, o negresă bondoacă, are sarcina să îi inveţe pe interni meserie. Poreclită Nazista şi ea pare că ar fi normală, dar ca şi Cristina Yang, este obsedată de muncă, ceea ce pe parcurs îi va aduce o grămadă de belele în relaţia cu soţul, acesta până la urmă săturându-se şi dându-i papucii. Callie Torres, chirurg ortoped, apare mai târziu în serial, ştie mai bine ce vrea de la viaţă, dar nu prea.

Chirurgii. Ăia adevăraţi, cu leafă de două milioane de dolari pe an. Derek Shepherd, neurochirurg, fugit din New York la Seattle, din cauza nevestei, Addison, care îi face marcaj pe tot terenul. Aterizează şi ea la Seattle Grace, specialitatea ei fiind obstretica şi tot ce ţine de complicaţiile pre şi post natale. Mark Sloan, plastician, e cel de-al treilea membru al triunghiului burghez. Preston Burke, specializat în transplanturi de inimă şi chirurgie toracică. Erica Hahn, fostă colegă de facultate a lui Burke, rivală neîmpăcată a acestuia, până îi ia locul în serial.

Şeful. Richard Webber se apropie de pensie, vrea să lase pe altcineva în locul lui ca şef de secţie, dar şi el este obsedat de meserie şi chiar dacă nevasta îl dă afară din casă nu poate să se lase.

Fac cum fac şi întind pelteaua exagerat de mult. Dar n-am altă soluţie. E vorba de câteva zeci de ore de fim. O să încep cu o imagine generală. Toată lumea se fute cu toată lumea. Sună interesant? Parcă ar fi un film porno, nu? Ca să accentuez ideea, la un moment dat tot spitalul se umple de sifilis şi mare parte din personal stă la coadă la injecţii cu penicilină, mai ceva decât românii la pâine pe vremea lui Ceauşescu. Treaba e atât de îmbârligată că nu am altă soluţie decât să o iau personaj cu personaj sau pe "cobiliţe".

Şi încep cu începutul. Meredith Grey se trezeşte din beţie, în dimineaţa primei sale zile de muncă, în pat cu un gagiu pe care nici nu ştie cum îl cheamă. Nicio problemă, misterul este repede elucidat când îl reîntâlneşte la spital în persoana lui Derek Shepherd. Se iubesc ei ce se iubesc, dar pe ascuns. Pentru că există reguli cu privire la relaţiile între angajaţi, dar pe care, după cum a reieşit din cele spuse mai sus, nu le respectă nici dracu'. Zilele senine cu futaiuri prin debarale, preferate se pare de majoritatea locatarilor, ţine până îşi face apariţia Addison care îşi revendică soţul, după ce îi pusese coarne cu cel mai bun prieten al acestuia, Mark Sloan. Derek se fandoseşte un pic, îi dă papucii lui Meredith şi se face că vrea să se împace cu nevasta. Asta până intră în scenă şi Mark Sloan, care iar i-o fute. Cam asta este intriga principală, în jurul căreia se împletesc alte şi alte relaţii. Dacă încerc să le descriu vă zăpăcesc de tot şi chiar nu contează. Preferabilă este o statistică a bulelilor, adică care pe care...

Meredith Grey are următorul palmares: Derek Shepherd, George O'Malley (ăsta doar a apucat să bage pula-n ea şi a apucat-o plânsul şi s-a dus dracu' toată smecheria), Finn Dandridge (un veterinar), un sir lung de necunoscuţi agăţaţi în bar. Dintre aceştia se remarcă un indian pe care l-a futut de la fracturat, urmarea fiind un priapism tratat chiar la Seattle Grace, de dr. Meredith Gray şi colectivul.

Cristina Yang se laudă doar cu Preston Burke şi Preston Burke doar cu Cristina Yang, dar o părăseşte pe nebună în faţa altarulului. Singura decizie înţeleaptă din tot filmul. Sper ca în sezonul cinci să nu cumva să răzgândească.

Derek Shepherd: Meredith Grey, Addison Montgomery Shepherd şi o asistentă, pricepută la depanarea calculatoarelor. Chiar bună bucată.

George O'Malley. Timidu' are unul dintre cele mai impresionante palmarese. Meredith Grey, Izzie Stevens, Callie Torres (cu care se însoară, precum Zenga la Las Vegas, la o capelă cu Elvis lăutar, dar nu durează mult), Olivia, o asistentă care a trecut prin multe..., de la care a şi luat sifilisul.

Alex Karev. Izzie Stevens, Addison Montgomery Shepherd, Lexie Grey, Olivia, nenumărate asistente, el fiind focarul epidemiei de sifilis.

Mark Sloan. Addison Montgomery Shepherd, Callie Torres şi, probabil, toate asistentele, care, la un moment dat, formează o coaliţie împotriva lui, refuzând să mai intre în operaţii cu el. Ale dracu' bagaboante, după ce le-a mâncat mai fac şi nazuri.

Izzie Stevens. George O'Malley, Alex Karev şi Danny Duquette (un pacient, ce avea nevoie de transplant de inimă, de care se îndrăgosteşte şi după ce îl omoară, acesta îi lasă moştenire 8,7 milioane de dolari).

Callie Torres. George O'Malley, Mark Sloan şi... surpriză: Erica Hahn. La finalul sezonului 4 îşi dă seama că toţi bărbaţii e porci şi se dă pe invers. 

Bineînţeles, că în toată încrengătura asta am uitat câteva amănunte. Trebuie să mai reamintesc doar că Richard Webber, Şeful, nu fusese nici el băiat cuminte în tinereţe, având o relaţie cu Ellis Grey, mama lui Meredith, el fiind motivul pentru care aceasta îşi părăsise soţul, dar el nu a avut la rândul lui coaie să îşi părăsească nevasta. 

Pe parte medicală e şi mai tragic. Fiind ocupaţi cu cordeală ăştia pierd mai mulţi pacienţi decât salvează. Serialul ăsta a bătut recordul de morţi deţinut de Rambo. Cred că scenariştilor le-a plăcut prea mult expresia: " Time of death...". Dar când vine vorba de gasca lor se dau peste cap şi îi scapă. Cel mai elocvent exemplu: unui pacient obişnuit îi dau vreo 10 minute de resuscitare, asta în cazul fericit că nu le este lene sau nu sunt beţi pulă, dar când s-a înnecat Meredith Grey au resuscitat-o vreo patru ore şi, minune, au şi sculat-o din morţi.

Cam atat... Vă urez vizionare plăcută!

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Ellen Pompeo como Meredith Grey en Grey's Anatomy (1x09)

Since Tilia misrepresented my relationship with Kip so distastefully as to almost suggest he was a one night stand in her post about her London Gwag Royce Part 1, I felt I should set the story straight now rather than later.

So Kip and I met during a film shoot, which was essentially, my film shoot, during college in London. I was writing and directing a short and he was hired by my course leader to be my director of photography. He himself, was in film school there and came highly recommended. Well just taking a look at him I could have told you that.

We met over coffee for pre-production talk, as filming would commence the following weekend. We connected instantly. (And contrary to this website's material, you may think this happens to me often, but it really doesn't) We had a shared love for deep conversation and philosophy that I rarely find.

Kip was originally from a respectable family in New Delhi and had originally intended to go into economics and engineering like his Muslim father. But during college, his brother introduced him to some documentary filmmakers and Kip discovered he wasn't destined for a 9 to 5 job. He fled to London on a film scholarship to begin his career.

The filming went smoothly, we finished on budget, early, actors were happy and did I mention the camera guy was the best part? We became fast friends but nothing more until the night of the premiere where I was late to my own film. (smooth) Afterwards, there was lots of free champagne, and at this point in my life not only did I lack the sense of a cut off period, I didn't care, as Grey was there with his twit girlfriend, drinking nothing but orange juice.

This upset me more than you could imagine.

However, my chivalrous and handsome friend Kip took care of me that night as I, no doubt, made a complete ass of myself. He saved me from almost losing my passport, and escorted me to the tube station where he sat with me for almost 15 minutes until the last one came. I put my head on his shoulder and he lightly stroked me hair. At that moment, we were more than just friends.

Sadly, soon after our flirtatious period of drinking in Covent Garden and spending lots of time in unconventional  conversation, I'd decided it was financially necessary for me to move back to America at the time, where he would stay in London for a while. It was because of this decision that I made a conscious effort not to sleep with him. I was afraid of falling in love with him.

Kip gave me a beautiful going away present that he bought on the streets of New Delhi; an embroidered Indian tunic and skirt, which for some reason fit me perfectly, even though he had no idea what size I was, nor had he even gotten a decent glimpse. (If you know what I mean, wink)

So we parted ways, but kept in constant touch. It wasn't until a couple months later that I regretted what could have been and actually admitted this to him. Hardly surprised, he expressed the same regret and I made a radical decision to return back to London that December for my 'graduation' which I'd never intended to go to. I needed to see Kip again.

So I arrived in London for a week, where Tilia also joined and we stayed in my old flat thanks to my lovely landlord.

Kip and I finally consummated our relationship and it was a sort of fairy tale week that felt like only a couple of days. (Oh and can I just say the sex was amazing) We drove out to the English countryside one night and spent almost 3 hours in a Christmas decorated tavern with leather couches, a fireplace and lots of mistletoe. We went to our favorite pubs and instead of talking, just made out with each other. (Consider it making up for lost time)

To make it even more movie-esque, he had decided to travel back to India the same day I would later fly back to America. He was going to 'Chaiya Chaiya Bollywood' to try his hand at becoming a famous director and I was embarking on a journey to Hollywood to become a famous writer.

After spending hours together at Heathrow airport on the night of his departure, neither one of us knowing what would happen next, but admitting we still had a desire to try to be together, he walked off into the distance after a kiss goodbye, I returned back to the flat, packed my suitcase and left for America.

(This was the same night Tilia, Royce and I attended the play readings and, hence the part where Tilia goes on a tour of London with Royce)

As time passed, we became more and more distant. And if the time zone difference wasn't enough, our lack of finances also hurt our chances in the communication department. So it was only recently that I called it off between us. Not necessarily due to any fault of either party, but just a lack of knowing what will happen to us in the future.

Kip is, however, planning to visit London later this year, and I told him I wouldn't rule out the possibility of seeing him again.

Because in a way with Kip, I felt I'd found my counterpart and it was, and still is, the only time I've been in love with someone despite their faults.

... I think? Our girl's still holding on. Here's something weird for ya: Today is 11 months to the day from the first day of the roundup last year. Alpha was gathered Aug. 21. Even if she's not pregnant, the basin is never a bad place to spend the weekend (unless it rains and the road turns to slime).

Luna, the buckskin butterball in the photo above, has a filly that's 3 months old now. She should be pregnant for next year.

Most of the ponies look really good. Jif still seems thin; I wouldn't say she's 100 percent sound. Molly's also thin as an older mama nursing a baby, but she's doing OK. I didn't see Seven and the girls this weekend except from a distance. I had the good fortune to come across Poco, Bones and Roach both days, and despite her weird hip, she has filled out and looks pretty good.

She's really a cutie, but it's hard to get a flattering photo of her.

Here she's looking better. Both times I saw the band, Bones was closer to Roach than to Poco, but Poco is definitely the leader of the pack.

That prominent outcropping in the background can be seen from almost everywhere in the basin. I've never been sure if that's McKenna Peak or if another, sort of flat-topped "peak" nearby is McKenna. I probably ought to look at a map sometime - who needs a map when you know where you're going or how to get where you want to go on the wild pony super-highways? McKenna Peak also lends its name to the wilderness study area that fills the southernmost end of the herd area. Poco got rid of most of his spines, it looks like - most importantly, the one right below his eye.

I love this guy. He just never gets ruffled. I'm always happy to spot his copper coat against the sage green of some distant hill.

Mr. Sundance, just off the road between the two intersections. The ponies were easier to find this weekend and were in the same general area both days. Sundance and Butch look very similar with just subtle differences. The dapples are a dead give-away that identify this rose-grey boy as Sundance.

Daddy's little girl - Steeldust and Ember. Steeldust is a pretty good band sire. Even though he's had to be constantly vigilant since April or so, when the bachelors started hanging around, he seems to take it all in stride. He doesn't hound his mares, but he's quick to discourage a bachelor that may get too close to his girls.

Pinon, down for a nap, seen through Mouse's legs. Mouse was waiting his turn at a water seep (being hogged by Butch, Sundance and Luna), and I sneaked this photo from just off the road.

Family is the most important thing to wild horses. Sure, they have their disagreements - when Luna thought Butch and Sundance had had enough from the seep, she pawed at them to move them along - but what I love the most is that the youngsters - yearlings Baylee and Kestrel and babies Ember and Pinon - are as comfortable with any horse in the band as with their own mothers.

Grey/Traveler and his band are roaming around his old home territory, and they seem to keep the water catchment at the center of their wanderings. Bounce and Alegre were elusive Saturday, but they were out in the open today back in the east. The pintos were down in the meadow by the county road near dark, and at least a couple of the bachelors - Ty and Mesa? - were nearby.

No rain yesterday, but it was crazy-windy last night. Lightning flashed sporadically to the west and south, but nary a drop of rain did we receive in the basin. Today, I stood in the sunshine while random drops of rain fell from a huge dark cloud directly above us! By around 2, the clouds were building, and I judged it might be time to head out. I was going to go the back way - to the Dolores-Norwood Road to Dolores - but it looked pretty wicked that way, so I went the highway instead. I mention this because as I was driving up the switchbacks from Slickrock and the Dolores River canyon, I looked back toward the basin. In the middle of a vast purple curtain of rain, a giant spotlight beamed through the clouds - right onto my beloved Spring Creek Basin. God must love the wild ones as much as I do. As if I needed such a blatant sign.

On another note, I met Lady Aerybeth again as well and she gave me a most interesting combination of drinks, I don't think I've ever been that drunk before. For awhile there, there were two Lady Aerybeths. We went out for a ride afterwards and that was followed by a set of dares until I dared her to take on Dar'Kahn weaponless. There wasn't much one could do after that and so we soon parted ways. Lady Aery says that she likes me and I take this as a good sign that I may just fit in nicely with the Grey Wolves. Perhaps this won't be as hard as the voices warned.

Women fall into two categories, those who shave their pubic regions and those who don't.  Just like Marijuana can be considered a "starter" drug, so can pube-shaving be a segue into...Betty Color -for the hair down there.

My husband believes that pubes don't turn grey as he says he has never seen grey ones.

After Izzy loses Denny, she hits a low, but, it's funny to watch. She makes a hell of alot of muffins... alot of muffins.. and lies on the bathroom floor for a whole episode just staring..

She eventually takes her dress off and tells Meredith that she's ready.. Meredith then unzips her dress.

It is quite a touching moment. I can honestly say I cry at almost every episode of Grey's Anatomy, but since the Season finale of 2, I don't know if I'll cry again. I watched three episodes last night and didn't shed a tear, so proud of myself :D

Below is a short video with a few clips from the Season Finale of 2.

The Song is James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover

Enjoy :) I just watched it, and yes, shed tears again......oof

The SNP have trebled their FPTP seats in 2007 compared to 1999. They have continued to gain the confidence of the Scottish people thought their hard work and through their dedication to serving the interests of the Scottish people, rather than being subservient to the interests of Whitehall.

The SNP has listened to and fought for the people of Scotland, from University students who faced paying a graduate endowement fee to pensionsers struggling to pay prescription charges.

A Labour stronghold for the last 50 years, the East End of Glasgow continues to suffer from one of the highest levels of poverty in Europe. Over recent years, while the living standards of some have increased, many others have found thier poverty has deepened, with the Gap between rich and poor widening under Labour. The people of the East End of Glasgow are despondant of Labours constant claims that 'their hands are tied' and their unwillingness to challenge their Leadership in London- no matter how much hardship it brings to their constituents.

It's time they had an MP who was not afraid to stand up for them, to make sure they are heard and their issues raised. The people of the East End deserve better, they deserve a real voice and they need change.

Its time the SNP got the chance to fight for the people of the East End of Glasgow in London. Glasgow East must vote John Mason, SNP.

Written by Alanna Fiona O'Donnell

Scotland has kept many Labour governments in power. Today, Scots feel greatly let down by the rightwing shenanigans of their ain folk (Brown and Darling) in London. Combine this with the SNP's genuine leadership in Scotland and once-clear Labour voters are now being posed a tricky question. Glasgow East will be a tale of two governments: the minority SNP government at Holyrood, which has won hearts and minds in the nation; and the Labour government in Westminster, which is sleepwalking towards political oblivion. Labour are in a lose-lose situation. They will return a dramatically slashed majority at best, probably exacerbated by a painfully low turnout. And while that core of working class Glaswegian voters means chances of an SNP victory are slim, anything can happen. Anything. After all, 20 years ago I would never have conceived of a devolved Scotland led by an SNP government in Holyrood."

Hardeep Singh Kohli, Monday July 14th. Guardian Newspaper.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2008/jul/14/glasgoweast.byelections

And as always, you can suggest the next painting of the month. I can be out of ideas pretty soon. :)

This month I have posted this painting...

Which can also be found in the previous post - ArtRage Software - Second Life Blog. This is my very *first* painting of Flaff with ArtRage. :)

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I hope this project will be a success and I'll keep this Flaff page going. :)

~Blackie.

Some other good news to tide you over: The basin got some good, lovely "female" rain yesterday evening, and given the "iffiness" of some of the arroyo crossings, it has been raining some out there. It doesn't seem like much, but we'll take it. Also, Grey/Traveler and his band have found the water tank by the catchment! I've seen them in the vicinity twice now, and there are fresh tracks around the bigger of the two tanks. For one thing, this discovery means they're getting some fresh water, and for another thing, it means the bands are dispersed a little more than they have been all spring and spreading out more to graze.

As for Alpha, she's big as ever, and her udder looks full. She gets snappy at the two young stallions, Butch and Sundance, and she has started to wander off by herself a short distance - but then she seems just as happy in the middle of the band - and Steeldust seems to be keeping a close eye on her. Signs or just my imagination?

If it's true that good things come to those who wait, we're in for a treat!

Just a quick pick I took outside. I don't want to admit it, but I'm running out of ideas already.

The boys asked me to show you this gorgeous rose, a clear illustration of beauty amidst our recent rain.  The sight of glistening raindrops, and the sound of them peppering horsechestnut leaves as we ambled under and between giant natural umbrellas—from one chestnut tree trunk to the next—heightened the sense of beauty … if only you allow yourself to get wet and enjoy a walk in this refreshing British weather:
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An irruption from the collective unconscious. Jung Thaught, can wipe out the fragile individual ego. In the depths of the collective the archetpes slumber; if aroused, they can heal or they can destroy. This is the danger of the archetypes; the opposite qualities are not yet separated. Bipolarization into paired opposites does not occur until consciousness occurs.

So, with the gods, life and death--protection and destruction---are one. This secret partnership exists outside of time and space.

It can amke you very much afraid, and for good reason. After all, your existence is at stake.

...Death hides within every religion.

Something was fired at us, something healing, and something sick. Anyway, our faculty (deliberation) was in a different time, and the great grey prevailed. The great grey is the muddle of definitions and feelings (time and space) in the face of some further memory or generally a conflicting reality. I seem beside myself in this case.

Last night Sagan Stier, Nick Stange, and David Corso met to talk about the film. After having watched our sci-fi feeling film, and watching a few hours of psychic kids on Larry King Live--we were ready to talk about the fun stuff. I rob a grotesque catharsis from science fiction. A kind of horror (fear) that evolves and grows in the what seems like the collective unconscious. There is a sick love and hate (great grey) for the barely false: aliens, zombies, Blindness (as in the recent film), space, time, robots, the metaconscious, circles, psychics, drugs, sterility (as in Children Of Men), and god. Reading the New York Times on science tuesday, or going to the mall in quiet observation creates an anxiety only fulfilled emotionally by a movie like 2001: A Space Odessey--Which I'll be watching tonight. God I love that song: György Ligeti's Requiem for soprano, mezzo soprano, two mixed choirs & orchestra. But really, what happened to Jessie?

Sandra Oh como Cristina Yang en Grey's Anatomy (4x14)