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Phra Nang Cave, Railay Beach, Krabi Province, Thailand 2006


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All photos taken with Sony DSC-T7 (5.1 megapixel resolution)


Phra Nang Cave, is a rupestral shrine dedicated to a princess goddess named Phra Nang. One legend has her as an Indian princess who drowned in a shipwreck; another as the wife of a fisherman who went out to the sea one day and never returned. She awaited him in this cave for the rest of her days. Yet another legend claims that Nang was a sea gypsy who was cast aside in the cave by her husband. Angry at his betrayal, she became a powerful sorceress who transformed into a formidable spirit after her death.


The shrine is still active and is used by local fisherman to invoke protection from the goddess by placing votive offerings mainly in the form of linga and other statuettes (elephants, etc), coloured cloth and incense. These quite realistic phallic-shaped statues represent the Hindu god Shiva - known as the Siwaleung or Palad Khik in Thai. Many people assume the phallic statues are meant to promote fertility but, as in Ancient Rome, Thais believe that wearing a Siwaleung amulet will bring good luck and ward off accidents and illness.


It is quite common to see Roman phallic emblems - or simulations of the same talisman - reused in many Romanesque churches, as in Artaiz and Garísoain in Navarre, Spain. Some on the Amigos del Romanico site argue that Roman phallic representations had no sexual content, but were used to feel protected from the evil eye. [see &].


A stalagmite that rises from the floor of another nearby cave, along the path from Railay East, is also deemed a sacred lingum.


A sign inside the cave reads: “It is believed among the villagers here that the spirit of Phranang (princess goddess) resides in this cave. Fishermen before going out, would pledge Phranang for good luck. When their wishes [were] fulfilled, votive offering would be made at the shrine. Common gifts of flowers and incense sticks, but usually, the spirits of goddesses shall be offered special gifts, the lingams.


However, this has nothing to do with the Thai people's religions, neither Buddism [sic] nor Islam, that the belief of lingam and holy womb shall create fertility and prosperity to the whole and mankind.”


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The Travelfish site has a more colourful rendition of the legend [see:]:


“The most famous legend tells of how a son, Boon, and daughter, Nang, of two feuding families fell in love and wished to be married many moons ago. Seeing that their children had fallen deeply for each other, the families settled their differences and arranged a marriage. But they weren’t alone. A powerful local sea serpent spirit also had his eye on the beautiful Nang, wanting her to come out to sea and marry his own son.


Disguised as a man, the spirit attended the wedding on what’s now Phra Nang beach and used his powers to reignite a bitter fight between the families. Angered by all of this ruckus, a meditating hermit who lived in a nearby cave cast spells on the whole lot, transforming them into various mountains and caves in the Railay area. Boon’s spirit became the cliff at the end of Phra Nang beach, while Nang was encapsulated in a cave at the bottom of the cliff. Hey, at least they ended up together.


That would be the vagina cave. Come on, use your imagination.


In more recent times, workers who were building the nearby Rayavadee luxury resort are said to have gotten drunk in the cave and accidentally started a fire that torched the shrine and most of its phallic offerings. That same night, a woman was possessed by Phra Nang’s spirit. Soon after, right in the middle of Rayavadee’s disastrous grand opening, the resort’s state-of-the-art generator exploded in what some say was a blast of Nang’s fury.


Management first responded by dedicating a concrete shrine to appease the spirit. But within days, another woman was possessed, dozens of employees quit and activists in Bangkok began protesting the resort’s encroachment on the natural environment. According to locals, the spooked resort owners ordered remaining staff to carve new wooden penises to replace the charred ones. Only then did Phra Nang’s wrath finally cease. (At least for now — bwahahahahahahahaa.)


If you visit, do be respectful of the local beliefs and remember that each lingum is considered a sacred offering that was given in total seriousness. The cave is hard to miss, very close to where the walkway from Railay East arrives onto the southern corner of Haad Phra Nang.”

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Here's one from Monument Valley a few weeks ago. I know this exact spot has been photographed about a billion times, so I figured to make it a little different than most shots, I'd try one at dusk instead of the usual sunrise or sunset view. It was almost completely dark. You can see the headlight streaks in the background from the cars coming out of the valley. It took about 10 attempts to get this shot. The exposures were all 30 seconds or more. Every single exposure would get destroyed somehow. Usually just before the shutter closed someone would come driving down the road and their headlights would shine on the rocks in the foreground and destroy the exposure. Or, some idiot would take a flash photo, and kill my exposure. Oh, and there was this one asshole guy who kept climbing right out on these rocks right when we were in the middle of shooting. Excuse me!!! Do you not think that if two people are standing there with their cameras on tripods that maybe they might be trying to take a picture! Idiot!


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* Anger management at its best with flames, grinning and gnashing of tongue

* Appears to be an Southeast Asian diety, hand painted and hand carved

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...or how Honky Tonk and Sister Bill got their nicknames. If it happened in the Hill Country, it probably happened at Mamacitas.


This is an essay about the Texas Hill Country, but it's going to take me a long way around to get to the Hill Country. I'll add a paragraph here and there as the spirit moves me. Nicknames are easy to come by in the Texas Hill Country. Any naming incident that sparks a full two minutes of laughter is apt to create a life long nick name.


I got mine early on when Sherry began her career as a Methodist minister. Churches she was assigned to by the Bishop had never or seldom had female pastors and for the most part the pastor was called Brother Smith, Brother John, Brother Ralph or Brother Bubba, maybe even Brother Slim or Brother whatever. At Sherry's first church one of the men was speaking to Sherry in front of a crowd and referred to her as Brother Sherry. The crowd erupted in laughter and that sparked me to ad lib, "Well I guess that makes me Sister Bill." It stuck, and from then on everywhere we've gone I've become Sister Bill. Strangly enough, the Brother Sherry didn't stick and she's always been Pastor Sherry. It's funny how that works. This system makes a good litmus test as to who you can trust too. Those who use it in derision are easy to pick up on and you can depend on it, they will become your enemies. It's always good to know who your enmies are. Next time I'm in the mood to post, I'll tell you who Honky Tonk is and how she got her nickname.


Joy got her name from British author,Ruth Hamilton. Joy is the pianist at the First United Methodist Church in Johnson City, Texas where Sherry and I spent nine exciting years before we moved to Kerrville five years ago. Joy is my age (80+-) and grew up in a series of Methodist churches. Her father was a Methodist preacher. When she was junior high age she was so good on piano, she started playing the church organ where her father preached. Joy became famous with her junior high school peers by playing the country-western/pop hit "Pistol Packing Mama" to a slow hymn cadence in church during certain parts of the service. Her father never was able to hear the plaintive admonition, "Laaaaaaay thaaaaaat pistooooool dooooown, baaaaabe, laaaaaay thaaaaaat pistoooooool doooooown; Pistooooooool Paaaaaaacking Maaaaaaama puuuuuut thaaaaaaat guuuuuuun awaaaaaaaaay." Of one thing you can be sure, every junior high kid in the Methodist church heard the message and nobody ever figured out why the kids would often become so giggly and out of control, especially when they heard the tune telling them, "Oh, she kicked out my windshield, she hit me over the head. She cussed and cried and said I'd lied and wished that I was dead. Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down, Pistol Packing Mama, put that gun away!"


Naturally Joy grew into a natural musician and could improvise without even having to consciously think about it. During the nine years we were rewarded with her weekly concerts, I noticed that she would often spontaneously begin the add character to the hymns. Some came out with the feel of honky tonk country western and some even took on a boogie beat. She did this naturally, but seemed not to be able to do it on demand. Perhaps demand made her self conscious. For that reason when Ruth Hamilton begged me to tape "Honky Tonk" (that's the name Ruth began to call her because she could never remember the name Joy Feuge) and send her the tape, I made a noble effort. I was never able to get a tape, but Ruth's name "Honky Tonk" stuck and that's what we call Joy to this day. Next, I'll tell you something about a Texas Hill Country institution, Mamacita's Mexican Restaurant, serving Mexican food, but owned and operated by an American Muslim Iranian. That gets him in trouble with the area's fundamentalist cowboy Christians from time to time, to which he pays no attention and simply continues to oeprate a superb small chain of Mexican restaurants. He operates one in San Antonio, one in San Marcos, one in Fredericksburg and one in Kerrville. It just goes to show, you can't hold a good man down.


I've been eating at Mamacita's restaurants for years now and when I began writing this piece couldn't even remember the owner and founder's name. Sherry found this link on the internet and it is so interesting and complete I'm going to post it word for word:




Mamacita’s Mexican Restaurant: Oh Mama!


By Kathryn Jones

Thursday, 24 January 2008


There are four Mamacita’s Mexican Restaurants in Texas, the largest of which seats 400 people.

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Known to most as simply “Hagi,” Hossein Hagigholam left Iran for the United States in 1976 with a dream to make it big in the land of opportunity.


His initial plan was to study civil engineering. But, as fate should have it, he now owns and operates four Mamacita’s Mexican Restaurants in Kerrville, Texas, with four other locations in Fredericksburg, New Braunfels, San Marcos and San Antonio, Texas. The smallest location seats 250 people and the largest seats 400 people.


In an interview with Food and Drink, Hagi reveals how he transitioned from a lonely dishwasher who could barely speak English to a successful entrepreneur with plans to turn his Tex-Mex restaurant into a nationally recognized franchise.


The ride has not been an easy one, he adds, but with a little faith and hard work, dreams really can come true.


Food and Drink: What brought you to the United States?

Hossein Hagigholam: From the time I was a boy, I wanted to come to America. Before the revolution in Iran, lots of Iranians came to the United States to become engineers and doctors, and then they went back home.


Without any knowledge of English, my first place to go was Houston. There was a school for English as a second language called ESL Houston.


If there were 40 students, 35 of them were Iranians, so the teachers learned how to speak our language instead of us learning English.


I knew in order to make it in the United States I had to learn the language, so I researched which college in Texas had less Iranians. Shreiner College had only one Iranian student, so that’s how I ended up in Kerrville. While I studied, I found a job in the restaurants.


If you are a foreigner and don’t know any English, the only job you have is washing dishes. I later became a bus boy and then a waiter.


As a waiter, that’s when you really make it big. I was so happy about how much money I was making as a waiter that I took three jobs: the breakfast shift in one restaurant, the lunch shift in another and the dinner shift in the third.


I remember one time a customer asked me if we took Visa, and I thought they were asking me if I had a visa. I thought I was in trouble somehow, so I ran home as fast as I could.


My manager called me the next day and asked, “What happened?” I said, “Someone wanted me to show him my visa.” He said, “No, you idiot! They were asking you if we accept Visa – the credit card.”


FAD: I can see how you would feel anxious about that. In 1979, American hostages were taken at the embassy in Tehran and President Jimmy Carter called for all Iranian students in the U.S. whose visas had expired to leave the country by the spring of 1980. You must have been devastated.

HH: The world just shattered on me, because now I had to go back. I had learned English, started earning money and I was dating Ruth.


The only way I could stay in the country was if she married me, and she wouldn’t marry me. She said, “Look, I’m 20 and you’re 21. We’re young and you come from another country and my parents won’t let me.”


I finally talked Ruth into marrying me. You talk about begging! Her parents gave their permission because of the difficult situation, but it was on the condition that we live apart for six months.


I tell people I really got married for the green card, but we’re still married after 25 years and we adopted two wonderful children. I think that says a lot.


FAD: Is it true you named the restaurant after Ruth?

HH: She is Spanish and I used to call her “Mamacita” when I was a waiter. I decided to name the restaurant Mamacita’s because it means grandmother, good-looking lady – all the goodies.


FAD: In 1985, you and a business partner opened the first Mamacita’s in Kerrville. Was it challenging to get it off the ground?

HH: Not really. We opened the second restaurant in Fredericksburg in 1988, followed by one in San Marcos in 1996, and then the biggest location, which is in San Antonio, in 2003.


And then, in 2005, we tore our original restaurant down and built a new restaurant. If there were a place in the Guinness Book of World Records for most expensive restaurant ever built per capita, it would be this restaurant, because we spent $10 million in a city with a population of only 25,000 people.


It is very tough to make money when you open a $10 million restaurant, but because of our confidence and if you treat people the way you want to be treated, anything can work. In fact, Kerrville is a German town. People say, “How could an Iranian come to the United States and build a Mexican restaurant in a German community and make it?” My answer to that is, “Only in America, of course.”


FAD: Can you share some tips in how to run a successful restaurant?

HH: If a restaurant has five elements, the owner will hit the jackpot in this business. If he has four out of five, he will make a living out of it. And if he has less than that, it is better not to mess with the restaurant business.


These elements are quality, service, location, atmosphere and reasonable prices.


Of course quality and service are always important, but I wanted to give an atmosphere that not every causal restaurant can do. In our Kerrville location, we have a third of the actual size of the Alamo inside of our restaurant.


A mechanical Davy Crockett sits on top of the roof that plays the music like the movie “Alamo.” Also, in our San Antonio location, we created a village that makes you feel like you are outside even though you are inside. It has fiber-optic stars and village shops and bakeries in it.


FAD: Having worked in restaurants when you were in college, would you say that makes you a more empathetic boss?

HH: Many casual restaurants have just one general manager that takes care of the quality of the food and the service.


When I used to work in the bottom line myself, I found that it was difficult to put all of this work on the shoulder of one person and expect him to control costs and increase sales.


So, this is why each of our locations has two general managers – one for back of house and one for front of house. We also took away any administrative work for them. Each of our locations has at least six managers.


This is what makes us different. I believe in spending money to make money when it comes to [hiring good employees.] We have a good 4 percent budgeted to training at all times.


We talk to them about the golden rule [of the restaurant business.] If you treat someone the way you want to be treated, it will increase the sales.


FAD: What is Mamacita’s perspective on providing customers with exceptional service?

HH: All of our customers can testify that no customer can walk out unless a manager has visited their table. We believe if a customer is unhappy, they will tell us when they leave.


Usually, if they are unhappy, they don’t say anything and just don’t come back.


But by having a manager shake hands and talk to them, they will feel comfortable enough to tell us what we did wrong.


We appreciate the compliments, but what we really want to hear is if there are any complaints.


I tell my management that when people go out to eat, they are in a good mood.


You never see a husband tell his wife, “Let’s go out to eat,” and the wife gets upset about it. Everybody is happy when they go out to eat, and if they choose your restaurant, you should feel honored. So, do whatever it takes to please them. They like attention.


You know, lots of Middle Eastern people that have businesses complain because they say we lost business because of the 9/11 terrorist action.


I disagree on that because my business has been doing well and I think it is because of how we treat people.


I make a lot of speeches about America, the land of opportunity. What I always emphasize at the end is this: Whoever doesn’t make it in this country, it is their own fault. I am one of those guys that really appreciate the country for what it has done for me.


FAD: What’s next for Mamacita’s?

HH: We would like to open locations in Austin, Houston and Dallas in the near future. We’ll do it one at a time. I don’t open a restaurant until I have its general managers ready. I have no plan after that yet.


You never know. Maybe a successful, nationally recognized chain will discover us and we could make a deal to take this nationwide.




When Hagi shut down the Kerrville Mamacita's Restaurant to build that ten million dollar culinary mansion, some of the Shiite Christians in Kerrville became very upset because the architect had put a small, simple dome on the structure and it reminded them of a Muslim Mosque for some reason. They demanded the dome be removed, despite the fact the State Capitol in Austin has a dome, some churches have domes and the dome, while a Moorish design, is commonplace in Spain and Mexico AND this is a MEXICAN food restaurant, OK? My friend Frank Clark says Hagi told him, "I don't have the kind of money to buy this quality of advertising." As expected, the dome remained, the new reataurant opened and the furror subsided.


Second to the mechanical Davy Crockett who from time to time activates and play the fiddle on the ramparts of the similated Alamo in Mamacita's in Kerrville are the murals painted by Haigi's brother whose name I have never heard and can't find on the internet. Hagi's brother is a truly outstanding artist and at some time in the future I'm going to photograph some of the interior and post it here. Mexican restaurants around the Southwest are famous for their absolutely crude murals, but Mamacita's redeems them all. Hagi's brother is a wonderful muralist.


For almost fifteen years now, Mamacita's has been a part of Hill Country living for Sherry and me and the good people of the First Methodist Church in Johnson City Texas. We meet there to celebrate birthdays and for a long time after Sherry and I moved to Kerrville we met regularily at Mamacita's in Fredericksburg. Same driving distance from Kerrville and from Johnson City.


I recommend Mamacita's to anyone as being the best eating experience you'll ever have. Their New York strip is flawless and substitute the baked potatoe for guacamole salad and you'll have a low carb meal to die for. The Mamacita's salad is perfect weight control meal IF you'll skip the taco shell. If you're not on a diet the Mexican food is delicious, the tortillas are always hot and honey with butter is always available on request.


As Kathryn Jones described in her profile, I can't remember ever eating at Mamacita's without someone from management stopping by the table and asking if everything is alright, which reminds me of the only negative experience I've ever had at a Mamacita's restaurant.


Several years ago Sherry and I met seven or eight of the Johnson City folks at the Fredericksburg Mamacita's for one of our monthly reunions. As always I was low-carb dieting and ordered a Mamacita's Salad to get some healthy carbs as opposed to sugar laden carbs. Unlike any other Mamacita's salad I'd ever eaten this one was very short on vegetables. I mentioned it to the person next to me and when the waiter came around asking if everything was ok, that person told him my complaint. It has always been my policy NOT to complain at a restaurant, but I've worked too many police cases concerned with what a cook can do to a customer in way of retaliation. Spit in the food is the least of the possibilities. Whatever the revenge, there's always someone in the kitchen who wants to get even with the cook and so the retaliation gets reported. So, there I sit, not wanting to complain but really disappointed in the amount of vegetables I was served. My friend from Johnson City has spilled the beans and I'm forced to admit I thought the salad was skimpy. The waiter went to the kitchen and returned witha such a large plate of vegetables AND chicken which I hadn't complained about that it was obvious the cook was angered and this amount of food was his way of retaliating and an attempt to make me look foolish for daring to complain. I did eat some more vegetables and the shared the rest of the extra food with everyone at the table. Johnson City folks are not short on appetite, so nothing went to waste. I can see the cook's point of view. He or she probably sees tons of salad thrown out by customers who eat the grilled chicken, pick around on the vegetables and then send the remainder back to the kitchen to be disposed of. I was still disappointed in the arrogance of the cook and the attempt to make me look ridiculous. Maybe the cook was having trouble their spouse, who knows? In fifteen years that's the only negative experience I've had at a Mamacita's.


The Texas Hill Country is full of anomaly, so it's no wonder that an Iranian man can become a millionaire with Mexican restaurants in German communities. Fredericksburg is even more German than Kerrville. San Marcos and San Antonio have strong German influences too. Go figure. Now I want to tell you about a mystery writer who writes murder mysteries in and around Blanco County, yep, Blanco county where I was a reserve deputy for several years after I retired from SWT Police Dept. as an investigator.


At all those birthday parties at Mamacitas there was the "viewing of the presents and cards" ritual which I've described in the narrative of another ritual. Sherry always shops for certain people on our list and I shop for others, we've never discussed it, it just seemed to fall into place. One of the people I always bought the present for was "Honky Tonk" who is the pianist at the First Methodist Church in Johnson City and a very close friend as well. I always bought her music CDs and usually gospel music. She found out I collected author-signed books and so that's what she always gave me for my birthday.


My eyes were really bad for a long time and so I collected a bunch of those books without seriosly reading them. One set of books were by a young mystery writer named Ben Rehder. Joy (Honky-Tonk) went to several book signings and so I built up a collection Ben's novels. All of his novels take place in Blanco County of which Johnson City is not only the County Seat, but is the home town of former president, Lyndon B. Johnson.


When I retired in 1998 I was seventy-one years old and had never written anything more than a police report, but upon retiring I began to write essays and short stories and had so much fun I completely lost my identity as a police sketch artist and watercolorist. I've read a lot of the local Blanco county writing generated by the Blanco County Historical Society and others and I'm here to testify this stuff will put you to sleep quicker than prescription drugs. So you have the picture; there I was with faulty glasses, a collection of novels obviously done by a local guy...nothing here I can't wait a while for...right?


So, several years later and a new pair of glasses, this time prescribed by an optometrist and NOT a opthomologist...HURRAY, I can read again. So, I picked up a Ben Rehder novel and VIOLA' this guy is really good. This is really just like Blanco County. He's talking about the Sherrif's Office and I rode for several years as a reserve deputy with one of the full time deputies and we had experiences very similar to the ones Ben tells about in his novels.


I did feel like Ben's tales were a little tame though. Like in "Murder, She Wrote" it seemed like Blanco County might begin to compete with Cabot Cove for the title, Murder Capital of the World. I was tempted to write Ben and tell him to let go a little bit and make the cases really as bizarre as the ones we actually worked. There was the guy who carried female garments in his car and when he came up on a dead deer along the road, he'd dress the remains in the female attire and have his carnal way with them. A combination the density of cell phones and Baptists got the guy arrested pretty quickly and his case was investigated and taken to the district attorney.


Another case I wanted to tell Ben about was the one involving some young men who had small explosives used on coyote bait. They began a campaign to blow up all the rural mail boxes in the north part of the county. In this case the volume of the explosion plus the denisty of ranchers, pickup trucks and deer rifles brought about arrests before too many mail boxes had to be replaced or before someone was killed or injured getting their mail or before the county has to investigate the strange deaths of two young men blown up in a pickuptruck sitting in front of a rural mailbox. It would have probably been written up as a double suicide.


I had three of Ben's autographed books and read all three nonstop and was amazed at the quality of his writing and the universal appeal these books would have. When he spoke of eating at Ronny's Barbeque, it was like being home. I have eaten at Ronny's many times and it's just like Ben tells it.


When I finished each novel I passed them on to my best bud, Frank Clark, who wanted to read them because although he doesn't come from a law-enforcement background, he comes from a Central Texas deer hunting background. His wife called me and complained; she said she wasn't getting her sleep. He wakes her up all through the night laughing his ass off, so I decided I gotta get online and order everything this guy has written.


Online at Ben's website I was amazed to find out that Ben is writing these in a vein of HUMOR. It even cites the genre as being humorous mystery novels. What humor? These are serious law enforcement novels of Blanco County, just the way she is! Damn! Did I ever feel like a hick. I ordered everything he's written and Holy Moly which isn't even off the press yet.


As of today Holy Moly is the only one I haven't read. "Gun Shy" is my favorite, but there's not one in the set that isn't a fantastic read. In my case, I can't put them down and it's a good thing I'm retired, otherwise I'd have used up all my sick leave for the next two decades. Frank is still reading and Michele is beginning to look a little "red in the eye" but otherwise we'll just have to wait for "Holy Moly" to come out and hope Ben is presently working on a new novel. The main man is a game warden who helps with the Sherrif's Department's criminal cases. That's the truth or at least very close to reality, we had a game warden in Hays County who was skilled and certified in Forensic Hypnosis and worked with police sketch artists on all kinds of cases.


This ends my little essay on the 'Life in the Texas Hill Country" and I apologize for it being a lot longer than I intended it to be. In closing, I'll simply say, "If you're not already living in the Hill Country, start now making your plans to move here; the life you save may be your own."


I'm a terrible proof reader and it may be weeks before I get around to the first tip toe back patient, I'm old...ok?


This is Ben Rehder's website and you'll be relieved to know Ben doesn't have to rely on the likes of me for his publicity. Kinky Friendman of Texas Monthly fame recommends Ben highly.


water, peace, harmony,

fresh, wet, cool


tranquility from angry not so young man. i am trying. grrrrr. anger management... peace & love & salsa classes. i have to say i am a lot better at taking blue pictures than i am at dancing. still i am trying to find some movement in out of date white concrete hips. i have to say i have even learned to like marc anthony. i used to think he was cheesy now i have to admit i think he's actually cool i wonder what this means. still i think dancing queen lessons is having a good effect on me. at first i thought the only thing i was losing was my patience, then my beer belly, now just maybe i am losing looking like a right wally. still a way to go though before i catch up with marc anthony. maybe i need a white suit, shaved chest, medallion and andy garcia haircut


ps thankyou kind flickr people for pputting up with me. especially for his private counselling.


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oh the shock that there might be something inside of it.




I had a regretfully bad experience with a customer today who treated me with (let's just say) less than respectful attitude.

It's funny, because I realize more and more as time passes, that I'm not the same person I used to be. I used to be meek. And just let people's words roll off of me.

Now I'm angered by it, pissed off, and a lot more likely to respond with a firm chin.


I've earned respect, no matter how old I am or how people feel, so give me the same damn consideration that I give you.

Just because you're a jackass doesn't mean I am going to throw you out, so just because you think I'm a tightass doesn't mean you have to make a show of laughing and rolling your eyes, and then talk about me like I'm not standing in front of your damn face.


Besides. Of course I'm a tightass. I'm management, have we met? ;-)



This is different.

And I didn't draw on my face...heh.


Well, I'm off, lots to do and I have a meeting in Lake Oswego in the morning. (oh joy)

Catch all you fine people laters. ;-)



Random fact of the day: Regardless of my commonly ~violent~ vents, I'm actually a very kind, considerate and forgiving person, really. ;-)

That's why I'm blowing off stream here instead of sucker punching the idiot in front of witnesses...heh.


Whenever he comes to my room it's like a party, I don't think it's possible for me to love someone more than him at this phase of my life but then every time he comes to my room he creates havoc and my patience takes it's toll, sometimes I scold him for I cannot take it anymore, I feel as if he enjoys it because he likes the moment when I get apologetic and hug him. This is one of those moments when he feels miserable, unwanted and in his own way he meditates, hoping that I'd come to console him. I don't think I have ever met or seen a more dramatic or animated character.



Rabia Rahman Lane, Chittagong

Thornwick Pool, Flamborough, East Yorkshire. Showing its summer plumage very nicely. The LRP's there need some anger management training, chased sanderling incessantly.

I'm thinking that some of the baristas at El Diablo need to find a new way to vent their anger...


And, no, this wasn't directed at me. This was something this particular barista really wanted to do to various other customers who pissed him off on occasion. They actually like me very much there.

Just look at that face! LOL :-D

You know I have to wake up to that every morning!! LOLOLOL!!

Silly cat :D

or may be anger management...

Street performer - no humans were harmed in the making of this image.

Low tide, a forever changing sky, an upheaval of sand

mixes with surf, foam whipped to a frenzy washes

ashore, and a audacious spectator with his point and

shoot as Sandy advances upon Florida's coast. I stood

in watched and got a sense of proportion of the surf

against the size of this man daring to photograph.


"The earth is art, the photographer is only a witness"

..........Yann Arthus- Bertrand


More dramatic on L.


iso 100

focal length 200mm

aperture f/22

exposure 1sec.


b+w 6 stop

Nik silver efex pro2

Time to wave bye-bye to the seals!

Our most common damselfly. Behind the pretty, delicate facade is a voracious hunter with serious "anger management issues". I watched this fellow chase off his smaller brethren before pouncing upon the insect the wing of which can be seen as it is being eaten. In the bottom right of the photo is an insect similar to the one which is being consumed.

HMS Spartan was ordered to sail south for the Falkland Islands two days before the Argentine invasion of the islands on March 30, 1982. Spartan was the first ship to arrive in the islands and began to enforce a 200-mile (370-km) maritime exclusion zone imposed by the British. Shortly after, Spartan sighted Argentine merchant shipping mining the harbour at Stanley, but was not ordered to attack. This was partly due to British concerns about escalating the war too early, but also to avoid scaring off more lucrative targets such as the Argentine aircraft carrier Veinticinco de Mayo. In the end, Spartan did not fire in anger during the Falklands War, she did however provide valuable reconnaissance to the British Task Force on Argentine aircraft movements. Spartan's presence also ensured that the Argentine Navy would not dare leave its port.



T-AK 2062 American Cormorant


T-AK 2062 American Cormorant is a float-on/float-off asset prepositioned in Diego Garcia. American Cormorant carries port-opening lighterage and small watercraft for the U.S. Army. The ship is diesel-powered and is operated by Osprey-Acomarit. The semisubmersible Heavy Lift Prepositioning Ship [HLPS] carries the equipment required to establish a working port. The ship's cargo deck can be placed 26 feet below the water's surface by ballasting the ship to a draft of 66 feet. In this way, barges and other embarked watercraft may be floated off directly into the water. The barges contain the materiel-handling equipment needed to move container and equipment ashore. Additionally, three tug boats, two LCM 8s, a ROWPU barge, and a floating 100-ton crane barge are embarked aboard the HLPS.

The ability to quickly move a significant Army watercraft "package" into a contingency area is vital. Once the Navy has conducted the initial assault landings during any contingency, the Army is responsible for all subsequent sustainment operations. These include getting equipment, troops and supplies ashore, opening and operating ports, and sustaining water main supply routes. Though most Army watercraft can self-deploy across great distances, doing so takes a lot of time and endangers the crew. By using American Cormorant. the Army can project the force in about a third of the time. The watercraft crews can fly in to meet the prepositioned equipment, cutting the time it takes to get the vessels into operation. Providing the right mix of watercraft and other equipment aboard American Cormorant gives local commanders in contingency areas exactly what they'll need to immediately start solving problems encountered during theater-opening missions. American Cormorant's embarked watercraft also carry forklifts, cargo-container handlers and similar devices. These allow soldiers to immediately begin unloading and moving the supplies and materials carried in the ship's 40 commercial cargo containers.


Designed as a conventional oil tanker, the ship was built in Sweden and launched in 1975 as Kollbris. In 1982 she returned to Sweden for conversion into a semi-submersible, heavy-lift carrier, returning to service as Ferncarrier. As the term "semi-submersible" implies, the vessel can load and unload main-deck cargo by sinking low enough to allow cargo to float on and off. This is accomplished by a process known as ballasting ---- taking on water in special internal tanks ---- which can lower the ship up to 26 feet below her normal draft in about six hours. It takes about the same amount of time to return the vessel to her normal draft. Though semi-submersibles were designed primarily to move large and unwieldy off-shore oil rigs, they soon proved equally adept at transporting small naval vessels and other military hardware. Indeed, Ferncarrier's 1982 maiden voyage was a military one. Chartered by Britain's Ministry of Defence, the ship carried an accommodation barge and two launches to the Falkland Islands just after the end of fighting there between British and Argentine forces.


In November 1985 Ferncarrier was purchased by Cormorant Shipholding, reflagged as an American vessel and renamed American Cormorant. She has since been operated on time charter for the Army by Osprey-Acomarit Ship Management of Bethesda, Md., and is crewed by some 20 American merchant sailors. Officially homeported in Philadelphia, Pa., the ship is forward-deployed at Diego Garcia in the Indian Ocean.


Exercise Big Red, conducted every two years, allows American Cormorant's cargo of watercraft ---- three LCM-8 landing craft, two larger LCU-2000 utility landing craft, three 100-foot tugboats, a barge-mounted 300,000-gallon-per-day reverse-osmosis water purification unit and a 100-ton floating crane ---- to be offloaded for inspection, repair and modification. The comprehensive overhaul is carried out at the US Army Depot at Hythe, a one-of-a-kind watercraft support facility near the sprawling Southampton port complex. Once thoroughly repaired and upgraded, the Army vessels are restocked with refurbished equipment and supplies before being reloaded aboard American Cormorant. The ship then returns to its "on-station" base at Diego Garcia island in the Indian Ocean, from where it can quickly deploy to virtually any contingency area in Southwest or Southeast Asia.





Power Plant

Length738 feet

Beam135 feet

Draft32 feet

Displacement69,555 tons


Speedknots ( mph)





American CormorantT-AK 2062Homeport Diego Garcia


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Texture by: Lenabem-Anna


It occurred to me today that i have not posted a Lileigh Grace shot in some, for any of you that might be curious how my little bean is doing, i thought i would use a shot i took yesterday and do a little practicing with my Elements 9 class lessons!

Lileigh is growing like a weed, in personality and size. She has outgrown her Puma sneakers and is down to one pair of sandals that still fit....albeit, barely! A shopping trip was in order this past week! Admittedly she likes being barefoot like her Mmmmm-ma....but that is frowned upon when going out and with all the soggy weather lately!

She is leaping headlong into the “terrible twos”, which for me is quite perplexing. I never went through that with my girls...they hung in there in sweetness until the were nearly 3....then the proverbial $#!@ hit the fan!! Lileigh has quite the temper when she does not get her way....the shrieks are eardrum shattering and i am certain that my daughter’s neighbors think she is being eaten by a mountain lion or something equally disastrous! The screams don’t bother me....i just walk away until she calms down....however, she has begun throwing things! I thought that by removing myself from the room as she let loose with her hissy would be the best i did.....never expecting that by doing so, she would become even more enraged at not having me as an audience, that she would slip into stealth mode with one of her heaviest, thickest books and creep into the kitchen and wail it with tremendous force into my foot! I was so stunned, i was speechless....and in extreme pain! It immediately bruised and swelled in a big lump. I looked at her with my meanest look and said “You hurt me!”, she responded by running out of the room. I ended up with ice on it for 20 minutes while i read to her (not the offending book....smaller ones!!) and she kept getting off my lap and checking my foot, saying “booboo?” I think she knew EXACTLY what was going on, but then, she is only 21 months old and i am inclined to think that the memory of actually pitching the fit and the book were long gone! shows she knows she is a little person, and has an opinion, and i am glad for that much! Now to just get her signed on to a major league ball team and she will be just fine....or maybe some anger management sessions!!

Original art. Automatic drawing (and semi-automatic colouring!) Executed using Manga Studio Ex, with some minor finishing touches / repair work in Photoshop. Mostly devoid of perspective, they are intentionally rushed and spontaneous. Some graffiti strokes, (photographic) tones and elements of comic art.


Web site is


Studio is at Creative Arts Hub, First floor, 51-53 Huddersfield Road, Mirfield, WF14 8AB


Or - that breath could take down a buffalo - would love to hear your ideas for a title.


My Apple computer is back and up and running after two weeks and three hard drives - and I had no idea that it was even sick!! I must admit that I didn't like being without my computer. If you have an Apple Seagate 1TB hard drive you should check with Apple to make sure it's not one of affected drives that they are mass replacing. I ended up with a "new" bad hard drive the first time :( All fixed now though - fingers crossed X!


Have a fantastic weekend - I'll be doing my best to catch up on your latest images tonight, but just so you know I have checked all of your images even though I haven't had time to comment.


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On 'Awake,' we would take a couple hours per scene. Whereas on 'Anger Management,' we can take maybe 10 minutes on a scene if we're lucky. - Daniela Bobadilla -. Find us at SIAJNAD.COM

Relief effort in Manila’s Smokey Mountain was the most rewarding experienced that I have had.

We managed to raise SGD17,451 in 3 weeks and that was enough for us to rebuild 142 houses in the dump site.

I am glad that we could be of help to the typhoon struck victims. Many came to us in tear when they received the aids.

Nobody has reached out to them unconditionally. The many NGOs and churches in Smokey Mountain helped only their members. But through your kind assistance and unconditional love, we able to reach out to every affected family. Not a single family was left out.

Some asked why did we help them. They were not even member of Malaya Kids Ministries (our partnered NGO). Our respond to them was simple.. why not ? Believer or non-believer, God loves us all. They do not have to be religious to receive help. They do not have to be MKM member to get help. Because we care for them all. And God loves them all. Many were touched by our efforts. It is only through you kind donors and unselfish act that the people sees hope and experienced love. Your action was significant.


Thank you SJSM intervention, we managed to put up a strong team of medical doctors, nurses and volunteers to address and treat the 200 sick children in Smokey Mountain. Thank you Dr. Tan Hun Hoe for leading the team and the Filipino doctors, Dr Rene, Dr Milyn, Dr Edna and Dr Imelda. And thank you all the Filipino nurses and all the volunteers.


To date we have 15 children under our scholarship programme. Thank you Yuik, Seng Huat, MeiLing, Raquel, Mark, MH and Benny. We would have more kids by next month to be helped.


We are planning to start a Teenage group from January 2012. This outreach and befriending programme will focus on teenagers between the ages of 11 to 14 year old. We are now brainstorming for programmes that teenagers like. And we will include interest groups such as, hip hop dance, boxing and basketball. We will also build in the life skill components such as, anger management, drug prevention, boys/ girls relationship, etc. It will be out first social intervention project.


IWe are raising fund for the Christmas Party for 1000 children on 23rd December.


Thanks to SIA (Singapore Airlines), who donated 1000 Ben-10 toys for the children. The toys have already been sent out by airfreight. Thank you SIA and the staff!


We still need donation in cash and kind. We need to feed 1000 kids with Jollibee burgers and to supply them with T-shirts, flip-flops and school bags. If you could help please contact me as soon as possible.

Took the bike for servicing.Spent almost the entire day sitting at a tea stall outside the service station, talking politics with this cool uncle who has some serious anger management issues but makes awesome chai. Everyone wanted to pitch in and talk about the results of the recent legislative assembly elections.

I did this a while ago and it's just interesting to see how emotions affect the way you see. Just wanted to share something different from the "happy" sunsets and landscapes.

11/7/07 & Week ending 11/10/07 – In my secret life, I have anger management issues. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the type to fly off the handle and punch my fist through wall over nothing. Generally, I’m a man of near infinite patience.


However, once I get mad, that’s where the problem begins. You see, in my secret life, I just don’t get angry; I get “Gamma Mad.” I have this tendency to turn green, and throw furniture threw the walls…trust me on this, that’s exercising restraint.


Today’s Flickr Roulette Group challenge featured the In My Secret Life group.


shhh! Don’t tell anybody.


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