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20050429  

 Timothy Cummings | Spot Portraits

Spot Portrait 1, acrylic on board
Spot Portraits | Timothy Cummings

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20050423  

 VII Photo Agency

The 9 Photographers of VII

John Stanmeyer, Lauren Greenfield, Alexandra Boulat, James Nachtwey,
Gary Knight, Antonin Kratochvil, Ron Haviv, Christopher Morris & Joachim Ladefoged

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20050418  

Quotes | Vivisection Hidden Crimes | Photographic Exhibition on Vivisection

The inhumanity of science concerns me, as when I was tempted to kill a rare snake that I may ascertain its species. I feel that this is not the means of acquiring true knowledge.
- Henry David Thoreau, 1817-1862

I abhor vivisection with my whole soul. All the scientific discoveries stained with innocent blood I count as of no consequence.
- Mohandas Gandhi, 1869-1948

What I think about vivisection is that if people admit that they have the right to take or endanger the life of living beings for the benefit of many, there will be no limit to their cruelty.
- Leo Tolstoy, 1828-1910

I am not interested to know whether vivisection produces results that are profitable to the human race or doesn't... The pain, which it inflicts upon unconsenting animals, is the basis of my enmity toward it, and it is to me sufficient justification of the enmity without looking further.
- Mark Twain, 1835-1910

Vivisection is a social evil because if it advances human knowledge, it does so at the expense of human character.
Atrocities are not less atrocities when they occur in laboratories and are called medical research.
- George Bernard Shaw, 1856-1950

We need a boundless ethic, one which will include the animals, too. Until he extends the circle of his compassions to all living things, man will not himself find peace.
- Albert Schweitzer, 1875-1965

We cannot solve the problems we have created with the same thinking that created them.
- Albert Einstein, 1879-1955

If we cut up beasts simply because they cannot prevent us and because we are backing our own side in the struggle for existence, it is only logical to cut up imbeciles, criminals, enemies, or capitalists for the same reasons.
- C. S. Lewis, 1898-1963

Giving cancer to laboratory animals has not and will not help us to understand the disease or to treat those persons suffering from it.
- Albert Sabin, 1906-1993

Whenever people say, "We mustn’t be sentimental," you can take it they are about to do something cruel. And if they add, "We must be realistic," they mean they are going to make money out of it.
- Brigid Brophy, 1929-1995

Ask the experimenters why they experiment on animals, and the answer is, "Because the animals are like us." Ask the experimenters why it is morally O.K. to experiment on animals, and the answer is, "Because the animals are not like us." Animal experimentation rests on a logical contradiction.
- Charles R. Magel, 1920-

By and large students are taught that it is ethically acceptable to perpetrate, in the name of science, what from the point of view of the animals would certainly qualify as torture. By the time [the students] arrive in the labs they have been programmed to accept the suffering around them.
- Jane Goodall, 1934-

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20050415  

 David Levine Gallery

Jean-Paul Sartre, Naguib Mahfouz, Paul Bowles & Arundhati Roy
Caricatures | David Levine Gallery

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20050414  

Funeral Blues
by W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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20050408  

 Ray Caesar | Gallery

Kitten, giclee print on paper
The Art of Ray Caesar

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20050405  

 Greg Gorman Photography

Photography | Greg Gorman

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20050404  

 Tim Dirven | Photojournalist

Photojournalism | Tim Dirven

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20050403  

 Save the Planet

Samorost | An Adventure in Flash

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20050402  

Currently Reading...

 Boyhood | Review by David Kurnick



Boyhood: Scenes from Provincial Life

by J.M. Coetzee

Synopsis: Coetzee's memoir of growing up in South Africa during the 1940s and 1950s is told in the third person, providing a level of ironic distance that is characteristic of his writing but which does not prevent the reader from experiencing the often painful humanity of his characters. Coetzee grew up in a new development north of Cape Town, tormented by guilt and fear. With a father he did not respect, and a mother he both adored and resented, he led a double life – at school the brilliant and well-behaved student, at home the princely despot, always terrified of losing his mother's love. His first encounters with literature, the awakenings of sexual desire, and a growing awareness of apartheid left him with baffling questions; and only in his love of the high veld ("farms are places of freedom, of life") could he find a sense of belonging.

First Line: They live on a housing estate outside the town of Worcester, between the railway line and the National Road.

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20050401  

The Power of Orange Knickers
by Tori Amos

The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
under my petty coat

The power of listening to what
you don't want me to know

Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
those girls that smile kindly then rip your life to pieces
Can somebody tell me now am I alone with this
this little pill in my hand and with this secret kiss
am I alone in this...

A matter of complication
when you become a twist
for their latest drink
as they're transitioning

Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
this little pill in my hand that keeps the pain living
Can somebody tell me now a way out of this
that sacred pipe of red stone could blow me out of this kiss
am I alone in this...

The power of orange knickers
under my petty coat
The power of listening to what
you don't want me to know

Shame shame time to leave me now
shame shame you've had your fun The Power of Orange Knickers | mp3
shame shame for letting me think
that I would be the one

Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
this little pill in my hand or this secret kiss, kiss
am I alone in this kiss, kiss
am I alone in this kiss, kiss.

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