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Thursday, 27 September 2018

ONE-PARTY GOVERNMENT

FROM A TO B

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DC Swamp Things


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Friday, 14 September 2018

Philly's Scott Brown gets London Architecture Award

17 October | £10, £5 students
The Sainsbury Wing, National Gallery
Denise Scott Brown has been awarded the 2018 Soane Medal for her contributions to architecture. 

Architect, educator and author of Learning from Las Vegas, Denise Scott Brown's work has had an enormous influence across architecture and urban design.

Join us for a special lecture at the Sainsbury Wing of the National Gallery, which she designed with Robert Venturi. Hear Denise Scott Brown’s lecture, pre-recorded at her home in Philadelphia, accompanied by a selection of her rarely-seen, stunning architectural photographs, followed by a live response by Sir David Chipperfield and a drinks reception.

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Sunday, 12 August 2018

JUSTIN CLIMBS MT. ELBRUS, RUSSIA ON 7 AUGUST



























Justin Carreño successfully summitted Volcano Mt. Elbrus, Russia, the highest point in Europe, 7 August 2018.

Thursday, 26 July 2018

O'HARA AND HEMINGWAY

JOHN O’HARA’S ‘HOW CAN I TELL YOU?’: AN ALLEGORY OF HEMINGWAY’S SUICIDE
By Steven Goldleaf
On July 3rd, 1961, as news of Ernest Hemingway’s death began to circulate, John O’Hara had been sitting in the TV room of his summer cottage at Quogue on the south shore of Long Island with his daughter Wylie, who had just turned 16. Suddenly, O’Hara bolted for his bedroom to retrieve a framed photo, taken some thirty years earlier, of the two successful and prosperous young authors flanking the owner of Manhattan’s Stork Club. Tears streamed down O’Hara’s cheeks. Showing the photograph to his teenaged daughter, he told her, “I understand it so well.”
“It,” of course, was Hemingway’s suicide, and O’Hara never shared his understanding with anyone outside of that Quogue cottage.  Inside the beachfront cottage that day, Wylie didn’t press her father for further details of his understanding, so the remark remains to this day tantalizing. “I understand it so well.” On numerous occasions over the past few decades, I’ve spoken with his daughter, who last month turned 73, and Wylie O’Hara Holahan Doughty, as charming and forthcoming as a literary executor is allowed to be, regrets that those bare details are all that she remembers from that day in 1961.

Sunday, 22 July 2018

Maps


Space, Place, and

Landscapes of Imagination

By Justin T. Carreno
The Wyoming State Geological Survey (WSGS) recently published a Wyoming Cultural Geology Guide, which had me reflecting on my years in Wyoming. In 2002 I arrived in Laramie, WY to pursue my Master’s degree in Geography, focusing on GIS mapping and Satellite Remote Sensing. My Master’s research became a joint project between the University of Wyoming Department of Geography and the WSGS. Some of the most tedious, yet memorable, times were those late nights in my WSGS office, located on campus, working on my research. I’d meticulously create digital geologic maps experimenting with automated algorithms and manual digitizing.

My desk looked out a window. I'd steal glimpses of the clear, moonlit sky, looking across the University of Wyoming campus quad, officially known as Prexy's Pasture. Not quite alone at this hour, I would look out to make sure my two friends were there, and sure enough I'd look out the window and there they were staring at me -- perched stoically in one of the giant oak trees were a male-female pair of Great Horned Owls.

At the WSGS I had the honor to work with one of the leading geologists in the country, Dr. J. David Love, who was 88 years old when I met him, and this is what started my Wyoming geology mapping venture. Dr. Love, a Yale-educated Geologist, dedicated most his life to mapping Wyoming geology. One of his desires was to have his work, the mapped geology of the Wyoming, updated from analog, paper maps to digital format, to make it easily accessible to anyone online through the internet. My work was to research and discover the most effective method of doing this. It would be an involved, time-consuming, multi-year effort.

Wednesday, 27 June 2018

In Isle Four ...

Dominican Republic

… Palm Trees and Squalor

By Justin T. Carreño
Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic
The Dominican Republic juxtaposes extravagance and squalor. Most visitors head straight to their all-inclusive "white-washed," clean, beautiful, albeit, generic Caribbean beach resorts owned primarily by Americanos, isolated and sheltered from the reality of the poverty and pollution that plagues this third-world state.
 
I enjoy immersing myself in the culture, language, and people of countries I visit, I skipped the beaches, and went straight to the capital, Santo Domingo, and surrounding areas.
 
We were greeted by a crumbling infrastructure, security personnel guarding establishments with sawed-off shot guns, and streets lined with trash.
 
Third-world countries often share similar traits, including such things as fresh foods and friendly people, but also rampant corruption, which I experienced first-hand when I was pulled over by a representative of the National Police for no reason, given a shakedown, wherein he politely asked me to empty my wallet.
 
This sounds bad and is sad, but what's worse is that their neighbors in Haiti flee their country, mostly crossing the border illegally, to find "opportunity" and a better life in the DR. They end up living in squalor -- but maybe a better squalor?

Fascinating, eye-opening trip, but I don't think I'll find myself going back anytime soon.
 
What I did think was interesting is that in every store of the DR's national grocery store chain, Super Mercado Nacional, opera music was playing, so you walk out with Pavarotti singing Nessun Dorma in your head. Adds a pleasant contrast to the walk home through
the filth.
 
Justin T. Carreño is a writer based in Washington.

 

Book Review: Romance for the Beach

How to Walk Away
by Katherine Center
St Martins’s Press
By Jackie Atkins
Make no mistake about it, this is a Pantyhose Network book, a summertime-I’m-on-the-beach-don’t-kick-sand-in-my-face head turner. It is the hot book of the summer with a red cover, white type and a title reeking of duplicity. It will turn heads on a chair by the pool, or garner a second glance when left on a cubicle desk top. 

So much for the value of marketing. It is as close to fine literature as an QVC clothing special is to haute couture. If it weren’t for the endless chapters on hospital procedures and physical therapy methods, How to Walk Away would be a very nice read. Formula writing at its mediocre best, which is a shame because Katherine Center is a very talented scribe.
Her free flowing prose allows you to disregard the unethical story line and preposterousness of the young girl having everything (Maggie Jacobsen, defined by snagging a young up and coming fiancé and a job she is clearly unqualified to do) and loosing it all (courtesy of this man who walks on water) only to be swept away in the stoic arms of her physical therapist.
A Fairy Tale originally was defined as a story written for children. Now it is a saga, marked by seemingly unreal beauty, perfection, luck or happiness. 
This romance allows the Heroine to escape the domain of a me-sex- possessed-excessively-ambitious fiancé along with his meddlesome would be mother-in-law by clinging to a dreamboat moody Heathcliff of an aloof man with a Scottish brogue and possible Green Card problems. 
It has a happy and implausible ending. I am not here to wrap up the other plot line, which has to do with her runaway sister, except to say, this loony tale also is neatly wrapped up in a tidy package right about the time said Heroine flies to France to crash the wedding of her ex-fiancé to her ex-BFF.
 
When I read something like this I weep for my gender. This story line is as liberating to women and as smoking Virginia Slims.
 
First this modern lonesome tale of overcoming adversity is based on the old premise, “Some day my Prince will come.” True, this is a Romance but the hard cover does not mast the paper back Harlequin plot line. Worst the only thing which makes this modern is the apparent horniness of the heroine during courtship and the driving energy of her Type A, me-first fiancé to take charge. 
Although she clearly has a fear of flying (Erica Jong double entendre explained tediously in the first chapter) her doofus empathy free entitled man of her dreams insists she go with him on an evening flight even though he has no license to land in adverse conditions. And guess what happens next? Well, after he proposes, hands over his grandmother’s ring, bingo the winds pick up and he crash lands.  Right about here in real life on TV we should break for a commercial on glass smear proof dish washer pellets. Unfortunately if you are reading the book we are air lifted away to a hospital.
Where we have to scan monotonous medical procedures punctured by visits from family and Chip (yes that’s Mr. Dreamboat’s name) and Chip’s mother. Mommy is worried Chip’s has needs Maggie can no longer fulfill. She wants Maggie to call off the engagement. I this point, on cable, we would zip into a video on vaginal deodorant. In the book she throws the ring at her.
Now let’s cut to a liberated woman’s mentality, Harlequin readers. why, why, why can,t our heroine see the obvious handwriting on the wall?
 
The love of her life should be her lawyer. Throwing away a ring shouldn't end your relationship with Chip. It should tether him to your wheelchair pushing it with monthly checks from a structured settlement account on your winning law suit. That way he will always be a part of you and you to him and your attorney spouse, who is bound to you and your judgement payments. I know, just call me a romantic.
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, 26 June 2018

Hey Julian, Can You Come Out and Play?






Even though the police have abandoned watching the site, Julian Assange is still holed up in the Ecuador Embassy in London, near Harrod's in Kensington. (Photos: Richard Carreño/WritersClearinghousePress).



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Monday, 25 June 2018

What a Difference a Beach Makes



In Punta Cana, Dominican Republic...
... In Santo Domingo.

Yesterday. (Photo Below: WritersClearinghousePress)


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Traffic Countdown


In Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, pedestrians don't get the countdown. Traffic does. Yesterday. (Photo: WritersClearinghousePress).

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Wrong Turn



Downtown Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic. Yesterday.  (Photos: WritersClearinghousePress) 

Tuesday, 29 May 2018

IN PHILADELPHIA EVERYONE READS THE JUNTO!

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Monday, 16 April 2018

The 'New' Penn Museum




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Wednesday, 21 February 2018

'Horrid' in Buenos Aires





 
 
[Photos by WritersClearinghouse News Service]
Won the War, Lost Their Hearts
By Richard Carreño
Buenos Aires
Argentinians have had a love-hate relationship with the British as long as memory (history) can serve. From invasions in the 19th century (twice) to the awkwardness of a 1982 war over a constellation of rocks (islands) known as the Falklands to the Brits and the Malvinas to the Argies (they lost), tensions have often run high between the two countries. Conversely, nowhere -- aside from in Britain's kissin' cousin, the United States -- has the popular culture of the United Kingdom reigned with such alacrity as in this capital city.
 
It came with the railroads, built by British engineers with funding from the City, London's Wall Street. In a horse-oriented culture, polo followed. English-styled clubs (the sporting Jockey included) soon appeared. As did English-styled fashion with a Savile Row cut, popularized by the city's male elite.

Even a version of Big Ben (the British Tower) rose up, a favorite meeting site for Porteños, as citizens of this port city are known. Until 1982, that is.
It was known as Torre Monumental afterward. Before 1982 Torre de los Ingleses (Tower of the English) is a clock tower located in the barrio (district) of RetiroBuenos AiresArgentina. It is situated in the Plaza Fuerza Aérea Argentina (formerly Plaza Británica) next to the Calle San Martín and Avenida del Libertador. It was a gift from the local British community to the city in commemoration of the centennial of the May Revolution of 1810. [1].
After the Falklands War in 1982, the tower was renamed Torre Monumental, though some still call it Torre des Ingleses.

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

SHAME!


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Richard
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Tuesday, 21 November 2017

HAPPY THANKSGIVING ALL!

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Friday, 29 September 2017

PHILADELPHIA


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Wednesday, 6 September 2017

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Wednesday, 9 August 2017

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Sunday, 25 June 2017

Phonphan Wichukilmonkol




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THAI ARTIST
CREATES FOR CHARITY
By Janine Yasovant
[WCNews Service]
Phonphan Wichukilmonkol is a newer generation of Thai artist who's constantly working. Most of his works are quickly reserved by art collectors. After Phonphan graduated from Princess Sirindhorn's College, he went to further his education in the faculty of Fine and Applied Arts Communication Design, Bangkok University.
 
Artist and Works
Phonphan had participated in several projects in Thailand such as Art for Cancer project to help poor patients, as well as for the Rama Foundation and the National Cancer Institute. He also designed a leaflet and a T- shirt, and a bag for the Friends of the Asian Elephants Foundation, and he's constantly submitting  his works for auctions. Moreover, he participated in the 38th Bualuang Art Contest.
 
His works are very eye-catching. In January-February 2016, he participated in a group art exhibition "The Four Elements" with other three other young artists in Bangkok, and then in March 2016 he joined the group exhibition "99 Arts for the King." 
 
His works are a mix of oil-based colors with backgrounds in acrylic. Sizes begin from 100 cm by 100 cm  Prices range from around $USD880  to  $USD3600.

Monday, 12 June 2017

EATING IN SPANISH. DRINKING IN FRENCH.

 
DUALITY OF CULTURES
By Don Merlot
[WCNews Service]
My first trip to the outside world started in New York in 1968 when working with our international advertising agency and the account people. I met them face to face and  worked with them to carry out my responsibilities. 

I had grown up in Mexico City. My parents were American; and we spoke English at home.
I attended the American School which was a primary school and junior and senior high.  Classes would be half day in English and half day in Spanish. Most students had similar backgrounds; mostly Americans; or European or Mexican parents who wanted to have the children have a bilingual education.

Many fathers worked for American companies or the U.S. Government. There were also Canadians, and Europeans. We were part of the Anglo-American community of Mexico City. When we visited friends, we would walk or ride our bikes to see each other. As we matured we could take busses if we went beyond our neighborhood.
 
One day I was with a friend on city bus and we were talking in English when an older woman asked us,  Por que no hablan en Cristiano? ( “Why are you not speaking in Christian?”  She meant Spanish, of course.) I remember being startled by that. We knew other passengers we interested in our answer. I was instantly aware that we were in an awkward situation. We apologized and talked in Spanish. Mexico’s language is Spanish and “in Rome do what the Romans do.”

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