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Humor for my word nerds I tried hard to find a version of this bit of humor about word origins located somewhere that dA allows embedding, but no luck. I did find the next best thing though; a series of gif's that illustrates how epic this guy is and how interestingly he thinks of etymology (study of word origins) though if you want to see it in video form, go here. http://www.cc.com/video-clips/njnzop/the-half-hour-hello---goodbyeHumor for my word nerds by Nichrysalis
Review: Understanding ExposureAs promised, here is my review of Understanding Exposure by Bryan Peterson.Review: Understanding Exposure by TheBrassGlass
This book was recommended to me by a friend on Facebook, and I'm so glad he told me about it. This is such a straightforward book, with simple explanations and clear example photos. I would even argue that it is the only photography book you might ever need (I've read quite a few, you see).
Whether you're shooting with film or a digital camera, a point-and-shoot or an SLR/DSLR, this book has failsafe tips for how to take better pictures. Peterson not only offers easy ways to remember the math behind the perfect equations for aperture and shutter speed, he actually shows you how to then disregard those numbers to get an intuitive sense of what to do with your camera in different situations. Hyperfocal distance, for example, becomes a snap with one very simple technique he teaches you.
Just look at how sharp everything is! My attempts at hyperf
Love DA Lit: Issue 204Welcome to the two-hundred fourth issue of Love DA Lit! Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.Love DA Lit: Issue 204 by HugQueen
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Freud and Broken Christmas TreesShe spilled the news on me before I even had the chance to react. And what would you even say to that, anyways? I'm sorry? Geez, that sucks? How's it feel to be an only child now? No. Never. You don't say that kind of stuff. You will never be able to find the words to say until it happens to you, too. God forbid.
And she just kind of stared at me. That look was piercing, haunting. It froze my tendons and turned my thoughts to dust. I was a nothing, I was worse than the dirt under her shoes. Because I couldn't solve anything. Because I couldn't make it better. Because I was just as helpless as she was, and she hated me for it.
The feeling wasn't a red, or a black. It wasn't any colour I could really name, but it wasn't a gray either. It was a block of things, a puzzle, the outline of a crumpled soda can. Edges poking inside to spill the remains out through the tiny pinpricks, the fractures in the metal. I could go on and on into metaphors but she – I don't have words to describe her eye
Odyssea AbstititWhen the blue jacaranda mocked the sky
Sleep bound was she, the drowsy brilliance
below the whispering branch.
Her Caño Cristales hair,
strewn amongst wild blue and green;
Partially over her wanderer, like a warm
crash of wave.
"Your laurel tells of death
but I still need you."
And he,understanding, wept.
"Your garland speaks of the flowers, streams
and the meadows which is our home."
"Here, is where I still love you
this place, where arms renounce arms
with care, warmth and adoration."
"My arms tangle in shadows, and
my mind only imagines; night falls
on my face within the whirlpool."
(She in a dream)
"Kalypso; she cannot keep you.
Our fire was kindled
in the glorious Springtime,
and stays in all the places in
which we played. Wherein,
you loved me and I you.
The flames stay, waiting,
in the marital bed that you made."
-Once more, awake from the immensity-
The depths they spake in choirs
The Final PunishmentNo thoughts could enter his mind, but if he could wish for something, it would be for nothing at all. There was no longer any desire in his heart, for at last it's flame had dissolved in streams of blood it had ignored. The monster inside him was gone, as too himself.
Their grip tighten around his wrist, and they pulled him forward deeper against the stone pavement. He could feel the glares of the imperial guard intense with hatred run across his browned bare back and almost singe his white speckled wings to pieces. Their powder white uniform were purelessly clean, the buttons reflecting the high noon sun also evilly.
Thrown onto the silver platform, guards surrounded his busily clicking chains around his feet, hands, and finally his neck. Ropes rubbed angrily against his feathers, and a few fell to the ground sparingly. He looked up into the face of his undiscovered equal.
People of White called him their steel hero; People of Red called him the brutal monster. His eyes were black as
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How long have you been on DeviantArt? Over 9 years.
What does your username mean? Mostly it means I thought mean ice cream was a funny concept when I was 15.
Describe yourself in three words. Prickly but sweet.
Are you left or right handed? Technically I'm a lefty, but my mom made me write with my right hand when I was a kid, and now I'm stuck like this.
What was your first deviation? Oh boy.
Swear"Ann? Ann, are you okay?"
I blink. I've completely forgotten that Jess is here.
"What? Yeah, I'm fine." I give her my best smile, which isn't very much.
"If you say so," says Jess. The worry shows in her eyes. I hate that look. That look that makes me think that I'm made of glass.
I'm not made of glass.
"You look pale," Jess notes quietly.
I don't say anything, I don't even acknowledge her. I just pick up my brush and put mor
What is your favourite type of art to create? Literature!
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be? Photography. Or, really, I wish I could draw anything besides stick people.
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most? I actually have no idea. In my time here overall, it's probably photography.
Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist? I can't choose!
How has a fellow deviant impacted your life? See above. They're the writer-sisters I never knew I wanted or needed.
What are your preferred tools to create art? My laptop. Or the computer at work, which is where I do most of my writing these days, on my lunch break.
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art? I don't really have one right now. I've learned to entertain myself at work with writing, mainly because I have no windows and my walls are white.
What is your favourite DeviantArt memory? My first DD was a pretty big deal -- it was some kind of validation from the universe that I was doing the right (write) thing.