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dinnae leave home withoot yer camera

even back then, em scot's were well-known for for their engineering skills. and said engineers were glaswegian. a coincidence, surely. if not mighty.

and exactly a hundred year's before the letter b's entry to the blue marble.

don't leave home without yer camera

eyeball piercer's. 'nuff said.

seriously, i was at the museum this afternoon to see said exhibition. i never get tired looking at the building - not least the architecture. i may be biased as i once worked there as a weekend part-time guide back in 1992 for the year-long "the silk road of china" exhibition.

before then, it housed a variety of governmental offices before its conversion and renovation before 1992. a legacy from the brit's, as it housed the colonial administrative office since the 19th century.

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mountain, molehill

so em muslim's *all* over the blue marble

[except over ere in m'sia and the wee islet - and a few other place's i'm sure] got their collective wotsits into a right twist yet again.

just because the pope recalled or quoted a passage written in medieval times about the dangers islam imposed. i couldn't agree with the pope more on this subject. and he has just won my utmost admiration for his deep thought and analysis - as i do sometimes indulge myself on such comparative studies.

heh. the philosophical letter b, eh. i couldn't even believe it me ownself. now before the catholics amongst you's rejoice, calm down people. i'd never subscribe to any organised religion 'cos i don't believe in belongin to a group - be it religious, social or summat - just to feel lurved. how terribly sad.

but who knows? you'll never know what's gonna happen tomorrow innit? so do i. the one above does work in mysterious ways.

anyways, i don't see why the pope should apologise over a passage he's not responsible jottin down of. knowing what some of em elements of the muslim world [oh, be afraid, ye non-believer's!] are like, they are hell bent on murdering anyone in cold blood.

but then, i do wonder if they are all whipped into an utter frenzy due to a massive miscommunication breakdown. if not some no-good religious types tryin to inflate their own wee ego's in the ongoing war of religious one-upmanship. or what the Shrub once proclaimed, a crusadin war of civilisationscivilizations.

::oh, brother::

one must understand that words tend to get lost in translation, hence the good pope's message ended up garbled. and it doesn't help that the media on both sides are furthering their own wee ideological agendas.

hell, even the yank's don't understand british humour. and vice versa. what more a german pontiff communicating in italian/english makin his speech in his native tongue and then translated into arabic?

but of course, i can't deny the fact that the more fundamentalist amongst em are intolerable of anyone who doesn't or refuse to profess islam. but aren't right-wing fundamentalist bible-wavin "accept jesus as yer lord!!" christian's exactly same?

oh btw, to some of you's out there who hardly have any interaction with muslim's, please bear in mind that muslim's ain't a single massive race. so don't tar each and every one with the same brush, eh? just because you come across shedloads of womenfolk wearin the hijab/jilbab - or wot it's more commonly and simply known over ere as "tudung".

yep, get that right --> tudung [too-dong, malay for "veil"]. geddit? your misperception is no different to the idea perpetuated amongst em no-good thai lowliving men that all western women are loose. and thenceforth, game for a gang-rape. insulted? don't be, see the word *misperception*.

and yes, this coming from someone who does have very good/close friend's and live in harmony with muslims [who aren't necessarily arab, or south asian - likewise, christian's ain't necessarily white]. on this fair wee islet.

can't even believe my own blinkers that i just uttered these words: fair wee islet.

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à la lettre b :D

looks like plastic

but em leaves are actually glass. or so labelled as such.

pressed, moulded glass, to be exact.

copyrighted stuff, geddit? © breanagh mctavish 2006

looks like still life

well, kinda.

who would have thought, eh, metal [or so they claimed] roses in gunmetal grey.

copyrighted stuff, geddit? © breanagh mctavish 2006

thought of the week

i'm a couple of day's late with this

piece, but better late than never, innit?

the photographer in question was confronted by her subject after his piccy was taken without his knowledge. not satisfied with her inability to cough up a fiver [as in aussie fiver] as demanded, the thug threatened to wallop her - or so i gathered.

tsk, tsk. what's with fellas these day's? no, probably she didn't look tough/mean/fierce enough. probably.

anyhoo i digress. i understand where she's comin from with regards to spontaneity, or wot it's termed as candid photography. i'm always mindful especially when takin piccy's of interestin architecture [as opposed to building's] when i'm out and about.

it's not so much as em twattin wee islander's glaring at moi when they *purposely* drift into view. rather, their being incidental "models" that definitely completely mar the entire shot - aka spoiling the picture.

ok i digress again. it's basically manners to ask your subject's permission innit. it doesn't hurt to go up to em and ask. i mean, put oneself in their shoes. would you be chuffed to be caught unawares yerself? not everyone is accommodating, mind. hell, i'd not hesitate to wallop the intruder if it so happened i'm not in a terribly happy mood.

also, being in a public place doesn't mean i'm public property.

and if one hates goin up asking for permission, bring along a tele lens. if it's a bit of a trouble to even equip said lens, don't even think about becomin a candid photographer.

my personal preference is piccyin a group of people- rather than a single individual - going about from a safe distance. and makin sure there's an interesting backdrop also. just in case.

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RIP

crikey.

i don't think he even had time to holler his other trademark "DINE-GER[danger]! DINE-GER[danger]! DINE-GER[danger]!" when he met his sudden end.

and of all thing's, a stingray, mate. what did you do to it?

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