My Kaleidoscope is ready. Base material is a IK * A fabric, to me it was primarily about trying out this beautiful block. Arranging was great fun, now I just do not know what to do with this part - it's about 170 cm wide. I've quilted the black areas, so are the colored points out really well. Unfortunately, the wavy border - would be a tablecloth the work probably okay, but as wall hanging? How am I supposed to hang it? 'm Open to ideas :-).
either heard here (an scroll down a bit, please) or read here:
"Gentlemen, we now come to one of the most interesting chapters of police work, the chapter on forensic medicine."
I speak this sentence with every time. Dentists in Quincy says it bias to the young police officers and raised his while the green cloth from the corpse on the dissecting table. When he finally pulls out the electric bone saw, also the last cop in the best slapstick style has fainted.
This is terribly silly, but I love this scene, as indeed the whole header with his seventies series-orchestral music. It fits this scene did not actually too Quincy: Just as her protagonist deals with the series any body with respect. No cynicism, no shock effects. Of the dead bodies will no longer see the audience than necessary. Funny usually are only the squabbles between Quincy and his assistant, Sam, his superiors nervous Aston, the veteran Lieutenant Monahan and his buddy, economic and competitive opponent Danny.
Yes, the series is old. The collar and the cars are large, the police are actually working only men in the laboratory is drunk much bad coffee, hair samples are compared under the microscope, body fluids shaken in test tubes. Sam paints curve diagrams by hand. No DNA analysis, no computer, no bingo-I-am-drinking-in-the-network-Des-full-evil-pharma company. Honest scientific craft.
And cinematic: zooms do not washed, just like on CSI, flying projectiles are not accompanied by camera movement, all this Chichi today distract from the weaknesses of the scripts, so that nobody will notice that crafty each Derrickfolge and abysmal, it did not exist back then.
Quincy was in 1976, the first medical examiner, the protagonist of a TV series, was a genre was born, one that always fascinated me: During an autopsy the coroner describes the cruelest Injuries with scientific precision. This whole weighing and measuring, issued this professionalism in dealing with the dead body: On the dissecting table is no place for emotion.
course, all this is only the truth, which in turn is not an end, it is to save other people's lives and, of course, we're talking about a crime, criminals behind bars.
Dr. Quincy is animated by an unshakable faith in the power of truth. That is what is behind all his principles. He has already suspected his oldest pals when the facts were against them. He can not help it. It is so with integrity in doubt, he would transform himself. Who is lying, and covered up, it gets to do with him, who represents profit interests above the interests of the general public anyway. He, the public employees sees it as its duty to serve the public without fear or favor - but with a heart for the little people. There is probably no series hero, who was complimented everything from board office, who has quarreled with more doctors about the Hippocratic oath. He is the king of the homily, and yes, maybe Quincy the last major Democrat in the television investigators.
Quincy, a first name he did not, moreover, there seems to be such a special type of man, in which a first name is redundant lead its investigations over the years in the most varied backgrounds: members of the union for Mexican agricultural workers clarify it on the plight of illegal immigrants, he examines cases in the Indian reservation, in 1982, he determined in the punk scene, investigating the dead rider, boxer and former Korean fighters. The books also allow ironic comments on the zeitgeist, if Quincy, for example, deals with a victim, that is never coming to a shady group scream therapy in a hot tub, and the widow thinks out loud about problems of the upper middle class.
Granted, the transmission times in the morning at ten, the repeat on the following morning at half past six, make it not just the fan. Quincy But it has never been easy, nor his employees sometimes pitiful Sam. Insert In almost every episode, the one night shift, because the ultimate toxicological investigation simply can not wait. But Sam and I know for bringing the victory of truth one must sacrifice. Or program the VCR.
the Baltic Sea has spurred me: Some small block sampler were created. Sometimes I have it back on my fabrics, adjusted my new little machine embroidery or my imagination, but basically I use the templates yet. Some are sewn by hand in English, so the strings are still inside.
Facebook has 500 million users, and am I . I have 126 friends and was therefore on average. Many of them I even know personally. For example, my mother. It is now my Facebook friend. Formerly known a man, now apart from relatives and colleagues that you can not choose, and apart from whatever designated partnership, three major forms of human relationship: Acquaintances, buddies and friends. It was finely graded and "friend" that was the pinnacle, the Rolls-Royce of relations.
126 real friends, would endure no one: as much beer you can not drink in cases of acute heartbreaks and so many washing machines can not be worn down the stairs, 126 friends would be a ruin even purely health quickly .
Facebook friends are much less demanding. Until four weeks ago, I had only two. They were taken to other continents and I wanted to look like their photos. Then a third to one of the uses Facebook as an advertisement for his company, he desperately needed friends, of course I "addet" him, as they say on Facebook, one does stop for a mate. Then my brother came and laughed at me because I only had three friends, and even more as I said, was that intention. Therefore, and because I somehow am also a business and marketing tool even going with the times and because Hinz and Kunz spoke of it in short, because I wanted to tell me the times no longer oppose, I jumped just before the 500 millionth user on the train .
I wanted to quickly have a hundred friends, so I also confirmed the friend request of George M., an old school friend. We had not lost in vain in the eyes, but what should be happening already. I quickly: Facebook is the perfect program for all that sucks on the Internet: The linking of funny videos of copulating animals, the distribution of all variants of those humor that was once reproduced on office copiers, and of course for the proliferation of zero- information such as "man, is the hot today !!!!" with four exclamation points.
main part of Facebook is an interface that asks: What are you doing? There can you then enter a limited number of characters and write, for example: ". Christian Gottschalk writes just a little gloss on Facebook for the radio and hopes that they will be fine" Then you wait, that someone would have the "like-me" press button, or that someone commented on it. And over time, inexorably, a friend of mine likened it once with sand, to the post slides on the screens further and further down, especially if one has many active and joyful release friends who do just anything, or think. If no one even responded to his own statement, which is disappointing, and you get the right a bit stupid. This is as if in fun Round makes a joke, and nobody laughs.
Some of my Facebook friends have developed a certain mastery in it, get in touch with witty miniatures to speak, others arrange home-made picture puzzles, which I of course try to solve, others post nice vacation photos. And then I must, of course, still watching, with whom the others are friends, how these strangers show on their profile pictures to other events I am invited, who has since agreed to have me about this or that surprised, because he apparently all day to do nothing more than rumzuspamen on Facebook, and occasionally I also comment on the statements of others: Where do you get the opportunity to consider a quick-witted reply for several minutes. You see, Facebook is a time-eating machine, and thus more fun meeting place for all professional Prokrastinierer, so work-procrastinators. Here, too, does the blowing sand image, one can easily sink in it. Oh, sounds somehow meaningful. Do I need to post the same times. Bye!
The school year has begun - and it was a pretty new dress due to my teacher calendar. The calendar time has a spiral binding - so I'm just a bag on the cover :-) And because it was so beautiful, was also the calendar of a dear colleague, a new look - from the remains of a Toblerone Session with their Swiss friend. Na Love, Antje, today and tomorrow in the blog on your space!
