CogBlogged Tagged ‘VisualAssignments129’

cc licensed (BY) flickr photo shared by cogdogblog Yeah, I am in it #4life and will continue to speak into the ds106radio microphone. Who wants any other sign? (Another example for the ds106 Cropped Sign Assignment) Original sign read "Life Ring"

cc licensed (BY) flickr photo shared by cogdogblog It ain’t her past and it ain’t that Mary we are talkin about, It’s Mary who works night shift at the "1I Dine In" you know, uh, the one by Beavertail highway and the 357. Yeah, looks like the side was hit by a 2 ton pickup cause it was. She is more Mary like the song by the Kix, she’s quite contrary indeed. She’s pouring day old coffee to truckers and losy tourons, but catchin’ eyes with her sad smile from 5 to when take out ends at 3:30. (An attempt at a ds106 cropped sign story) Okay, its not great, but have been trying to find more signs that could be changed via simple cropping in camera. The tags for this ds106 assignment are VisualAssignments, VisualAssignments129 I want to emphasize the point when I made this assignment is that the [...]

cc licensed ( BY ) flickr photo shared by cogdogblog No one wanted to acknowledge that the Earbird family might stop running the Rook that had been a fixture on the streets of Fort Perry for three generations. Where would people go to replace their worn bishops or chipped pawns, or get the new copy of Chess Illustrated? Nowhere but the ‘Rook. And the weekly challenge matches that still packed the sidewalks on Saturdays– where could this go? But the Bradford clan that owned half the property in town had plans to install a new shop for pokies, claiming that “chess was for old birds and demented dweebs.” (Chester Bradford was feared for his power and influence, not for his literary accumen). Who would stand up for the Earbirds? They lived in one of the most run down houses in town, owned no cars or fancy clothes, all they had [...]

cc licensed ( BY ) flickr photo shared by cogdogblog Tennis is such a civilized activity. So proper, there is proper dress, clean white painted lines, rules to the game, it is all very genteel. It is the mark of an upstanding person, eh? Alas my overhead serve slamming friends, I must warn you that you are being subverted. You have become part of an industry that plows under the Mother Earth with choking asphalt and parking lots. The precious resources that go into those fuzzy balls and other paraphernalia could be better devoted to building schools and sustainable agriculture. Should I even bring out the fact of animal body parts butted, stretched, and wound into the strings of your newest racquet? Do you hear their cries when you swing it? Join me Canada, in the Anti-Tennis Movement, let’s stop this decadent practice, Just Say No, to tennis, damnit! signed [...]