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INTENSE! Y'all HAVE TO SEE THIS! Watch this and tell me common sense isn’t on life support. Sabino Canyon. Tucson. Flooded bridge. Water already pouring over the top hard enough to knock a grown man off his feet. And a family of three still decides to ride their bikes straight through it. The 20-year-old girl goes first. Bike tips. She’s gone. Sucked under, dragged through the tunnel, and stays underwater for several minutes while the current throws her a hundred feet downstream. Family and random strangers jump in without hesitation, fight that water, pull her out, and start CPR until she starts breathing again. Two people end up in the hospital. Both stable. Miracle. I’m not here to pile on a kid who almost died. I’m here because this keeps happening. People look at dangerous water and somehow convince themselves the rules of physics don’t apply to them. “It’s not that deep.” “We’ll be fine.” “Just a little water.” Until it isn’t. Those good Samaritans are the best of us. Regular people who saw someone drowning and immediately risked their own necks. No cameras first. No waiting for the professionals. Just action. But the real lesson is older than any of us: Turn around. Don’t drown. Flooded washes don’t care how tough you are, how late you are, or how many times you’ve crossed it before. That current will take you every single time. Glad she’s alive. Grateful for the people who refused to stand there and watch. And still stunned that this was ever a close call in the first place. Some mistakes only get one second chance.

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PROFESSOR PAPE’S VERDICT: IRAN MOVES TO HARD POWER WHILE TRUMP WATCHES HELPLESSLY Professor Robert Pape of the University of Chicago delivered a clinical assessment this morning: the United States is no longer a player in the Persian Gulf. It is a spectator. Iran has completed its shift from survival to ambition to hard power and is now actively shaping the regional balance while Washington sits frozen in an escalation trap of its own making. THE STRATEGIC PARALYSIS ➡️ Trump halted the bombing campaign on July 30 and has remained locked in the bleachers ever since. ➡️ He faces massive limits on the further use of force yet cannot accept Iran as a rising regional hegemon. ➡️ The result is pure strategic paralysis: the field is moving, the teams are scoring, and America is watching. IRAN’S HARD-POWER PLAY ➡️ Tehran is deliberately keeping the Strait of Hormuz closed to almost everyone except China-bound traffic. ➡️ Since July 20 the Houthis, Iran’s allies, have been hitting Saudi tankers and Aramco facilities, applying kinetic pressure on the Red Sea front. ➡️ Iranian leaders have issued a maximalist list of upfront demands for any reopening of the Strait — demands that would politically destroy Trump’s presidency if met. THE GULF REALIGNMENT ➡️ Gulf states that once sat firmly in the American orbit are drifting toward neutrality or worse. ➡️ America can no longer protect them, and every capital knows it. ➡️ The new Mecca defense pact between Saudi Arabia, Turkey, and Pakistan is largely symbolic; it creates no integrated command and offers no credible deterrent to Iranian hard power. THE EXIT TRAP ➡️ Focusing only on an exit before the midterms narrows options further every single day. ➡️ Pape warns the conflict is already a long war. Short time horizons make the trap tighter, not looser. ➡️ Worse outcomes — including a path to $6 national average gasoline if Saudi oil is driven toward zero — remain fully available before November. THE BOTTOM LINE Iran is no longer reacting. It is writing the next chapter of the regional order while the president who started this war finds himself with no good options and no way out of the trap he constructed. Control has changed hands. HT: YouTube At the Water's Edge #IranHardPower #EscalationTrap #TrumpParalysis #HormuzControl #ProfessorPape #GulfRealignment #StrategicParalysis
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PROFESSOR PAPE’S VERDICT: IRAN MOVES TO HARD POWER WHILE TRUMP WATCHES HELPLESSLY Professor Robert Pape of the University of Chicago delivered a clinical assessment this morning: the United States is no longer a player in the Persian Gulf. It is a spectator. Iran has completed its shift from survival to ambition to hard power and is now actively shaping the regional balance while Washington sits frozen in an escalation trap of its own making. THE STRATEGIC PARALYSIS ➡️ Trump halted the bombing campaign on July 30 and has remained locked in the bleachers ever since. ➡️ He faces massive limits on the further use of force yet cannot accept Iran as a rising regional hegemon. ➡️ The result is pure strategic paralysis: the field is moving, the teams are scoring, and America is watching. IRAN’S HARD-POWER PLAY ➡️ Tehran is deliberately keeping the Strait of Hormuz closed to almost everyone except China-bound traffic. ➡️ Since July 20 the Houthis, Iran’s allies, have been hitting Saudi tankers and Aramco facilities, applying kinetic pressure on the Red Sea front. ➡️ Iranian leaders have issued a maximalist list of upfront demands for any reopening of the Strait — demands that would politically destroy Trump’s presidency if met. THE GULF REALIGNMENT ➡️ Gulf states that once sat firmly in the American orbit are drifting toward neutrality or worse. ➡️ America can no longer protect them, and every capital knows it. ➡️ The new Mecca defense pact between Saudi Arabia, Turkey, and Pakistan is largely symbolic; it creates no integrated command and offers no credible deterrent to Iranian hard power. THE EXIT TRAP ➡️ Focusing only on an exit before the midterms narrows options further every single day. ➡️ Pape warns the conflict is already a long war. Short time horizons make the trap tighter, not looser. ➡️ Worse outcomes — including a path to $6 national average gasoline if Saudi oil is driven toward zero — remain fully available before November. THE BOTTOM LINE Iran is no longer reacting. It is writing the next chapter of the regional order while the president who started this war finds himself with no good options and no way out of the trap he constructed. Control has changed hands. HT: YouTube At the Water's Edge #IranHardPower #EscalationTrap #TrumpParalysis #HormuzControl #ProfessorPape #GulfRealignment #StrategicParalysis

Mark

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I’m on my way home from my first (and probably only) home school convention of the year, the Southeast Homeschool Expo in Atlanta. And it reminded me of everything that is good and also everything that is frustrating about home school conventions. Let me just start by saying that the conference organizers were hospitable, competent, and doing their best under challenging conditions (more about that shortly). Nothing that I say here is any reflection on our hosts. I’m grateful that they invited us, and thankful that they did everything possible to make this a good experience. Before the pandemic, I had already begun to cut down on my conference travel. Conferences are just exhausting, even when everything goes well, and I wanted to put that energy towards writing instead. Then, of course, the conferences shut down for a while. We did several online events, which had a whole different energy but also allowed us to keep in touch with our customers. As a bonus, one of our guests was the wonderful Kate Snow, and that contact led us to publish her crazy popular Math With Confidence series. When the conferences started up again, they were much smaller and I honestly thought that, given how easy it is to find information, opinions, and books online, that they’d never get back to their former size. But they do seem to be growing again. The SE Expo is certainly bigger than it was a few years ago (I’d be interested to hear how your local convention is faring). So, with some reluctance, because of that whole energy thing, I started attending a few conventions again. Here’s the good: Nothing replaces face to face contact and the ability to put your hands on books before you buy them. The workshops this weekend were a much-appreciated chance to actually talk to the parents who are using our books—and, I hope, a chance for them to hear some wisdom from someone who’s further along the road than they are. Our booth gave us the opportunity to show our resources to folks who haven’t seen them before. An online presence is important, but it’s just not quite the same. Here’s the frustrating: Conferences are stupidly expensive for exhibitors. Hotel rates are high and hotels charge extra fees for EVERYTHING—receiving books, tables, power, even chairs to put at your booth. And those costs have gone up, and up, and up. By the time we ship or drive books, put up staff, and pay fees, we lose money at every single conference we attend. We pin our hopes on the ripple effect of customers discovering our work for the first time and sharing it with others. And conference hotels are, almost without exception, inconvenient and noisy. The Waverly Renaissance in Atlanta was no exception. Food was mediocre and cost twice as much as it should. Construction complications meant that our workshops were all located in little curtained booths off the main hall, so that it was almost impossible to make myself heard over the din from the exhibit area. AND the conference had scheduled an massive four-day youth wrestling tournament in the adjacent space, so I also had to contend with shouts, referee whistles, and a huge crowd of junior wrestlers clogging up the halls right outside the Expo. It was a tremendous amount of work and expense. Does it pay off in terms of making contact with parents? To be honest, I’m still on the fence. But as always, I’m interested in hearing your thoughts.
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I’m on my way home from my first (and probably only) home school convention of the year, the Southeast Homeschool Expo in Atlanta. And it reminded me of everything that is good and also everything that is frustrating about home school conventions. Let me just start by saying that the conference organizers were hospitable, competent, and doing their best under challenging conditions (more about that shortly). Nothing that I say here is any reflection on our hosts. I’m grateful that they invited us, and thankful that they did everything possible to make this a good experience. Before the pandemic, I had already begun to cut down on my conference travel. Conferences are just exhausting, even when everything goes well, and I wanted to put that energy towards writing instead. Then, of course, the conferences shut down for a while. We did several online events, which had a whole different energy but also allowed us to keep in touch with our customers. As a bonus, one of our guests was the wonderful Kate Snow, and that contact led us to publish her crazy popular Math With Confidence series. When the conferences started up again, they were much smaller and I honestly thought that, given how easy it is to find information, opinions, and books online, that they’d never get back to their former size. But they do seem to be growing again. The SE Expo is certainly bigger than it was a few years ago (I’d be interested to hear how your local convention is faring). So, with some reluctance, because of that whole energy thing, I started attending a few conventions again. Here’s the good: Nothing replaces face to face contact and the ability to put your hands on books before you buy them. The workshops this weekend were a much-appreciated chance to actually talk to the parents who are using our books—and, I hope, a chance for them to hear some wisdom from someone who’s further along the road than they are. Our booth gave us the opportunity to show our resources to folks who haven’t seen them before. An online presence is important, but it’s just not quite the same. Here’s the frustrating: Conferences are stupidly expensive for exhibitors. Hotel rates are high and hotels charge extra fees for EVERYTHING—receiving books, tables, power, even chairs to put at your booth. And those costs have gone up, and up, and up. By the time we ship or drive books, put up staff, and pay fees, we lose money at every single conference we attend. We pin our hopes on the ripple effect of customers discovering our work for the first time and sharing it with others. And conference hotels are, almost without exception, inconvenient and noisy. The Waverly Renaissance in Atlanta was no exception. Food was mediocre and cost twice as much as it should. Construction complications meant that our workshops were all located in little curtained booths off the main hall, so that it was almost impossible to make myself heard over the din from the exhibit area. AND the conference had scheduled an massive four-day youth wrestling tournament in the adjacent space, so I also had to contend with shouts, referee whistles, and a huge crowd of junior wrestlers clogging up the halls right outside the Expo. It was a tremendous amount of work and expense. Does it pay off in terms of making contact with parents? To be honest, I’m still on the fence. But as always, I’m interested in hearing your thoughts.

Susan Wise Bauer

17,955 次观看 • 2 个月前

My wife, Aditi Malhotra Chaturvedi, is a Judge Most people who know us, know how madly proud I am of her. But all of that pride comes at a cost .. I also, unfortunately, need reminders to “understand” the meaning of why she does what she does, while bearing all that she has to in that process So kudos to the makers of #MaamlaLegalHai on Netflix, a satirical show that depicts in each of the 8 episodes courtroom highlights beyond the courtroom that’re lifted straight up from real incidents, bound by a central narrative around some super endearing characters in VD Tyagi, Ananya Shroff, Sujata, Munshi Ji, PP Saab, & others. It’s a kickass show that anyone and everyone will love, for its humour and emotion, & yet, it shows so much of the “judiciary”, so much of how one of the most important pillars of our country operates, with incredible detail Sharing two clips from the last episode, which made Aditi’s eyes tad bit wet, and my chest swell each bit of those 56 inches. I realise though that I can do better than just feeling this pride. It isn’t easy in first place. We see each other not more than 5-6 days in a month. We are not able to be with each other on days good and bad, when ‘that magical hug’ would have meant everything. We give up a lot. Rather, she gives up a lot. Driven by some unknown force, a deep-rooted emotion to do “justice” I live in a world where everything is simplified, productised, incentivised, and even then “motivations” aren’t easy to build. And on the other hand, is this world. Somewhere in a remote corner with remote amenities. With no line of sight on pay, incentives, promotions etc. With no team engagement, no offsites, no ESOPs, no awards. Yet, mad work ethic. Yet, passion to play every day, every hour, with your everything. Yet, a commitment to sacrifice your prime to serve others. I keep wondering what she’s made up of .. There is a life she leads inside the courtroom. Which I have had a chance to “witness” a few times. Just about always manages to send chills down my spines. And there is a life that she leads outside it. Half a day / long train ride away. Where she works incredibly hard again to make everyone ‘feel her presence’ in fullness To be able to do “justice” in your own life, with your own people, while putting yourself out there, is an unbelievable feat that goes unnoticed and uncelebrated .. Every Monday morning when she heads back, we all (including Buzo) remain a bit numb for a few hours … and then life catches up. Waiting for the next opportunity to see each other, hold each other, laugh with each other, cry with each other, just “be” with each other. Which also always makes us feel very ‘grateful’ for whatever time we get. My job doesn’t help. But I try. She tries harder. We make it work. Having been in love since forever helps .. Few weeks back, when Aditi’s dad was in the ICU, she rushed back late in the night only to head back right next morning on that 6 am train. I asked her on the platform that morning if it was necessary to go, and she said a hundred people, across age groups, were waiting for “justice”, and even a single day missed means these ‘files’ which translates to “human lives” get pushed by 5-6 months, such is the sheer volume of litigation in our country’s courts Like the series pretty well shows, a great number of times, what happens inside the court affects. Even as I write in the moment, I am rubbing my temples, shaking my head in disbelief, as I recall the absolute horrid state of criminal and civil suits I’ve seen play out. She’s become thicker with time, you don’t have a choice, but a lot of these cases, when I narrate them in my founder/VC/tech brethren, almost a cent percent are shell-shocked and don’t relate to this India But here we are :) As obsessed as I am with what I do for a living, I realise in moments like these that part of my diktat in this life is to help Aditi win, and do better, for the millions that are invisible to the India that I serve ..
3:47

My wife, Aditi Malhotra Chaturvedi, is a Judge Most people who know us, know how madly proud I am of her. But all of that pride comes at a cost .. I also, unfortunately, need reminders to “understand” the meaning of why she does what she does, while bearing all that she has to in that process So kudos to the makers of #MaamlaLegalHai on Netflix, a satirical show that depicts in each of the 8 episodes courtroom highlights beyond the courtroom that’re lifted straight up from real incidents, bound by a central narrative around some super endearing characters in VD Tyagi, Ananya Shroff, Sujata, Munshi Ji, PP Saab, & others. It’s a kickass show that anyone and everyone will love, for its humour and emotion, & yet, it shows so much of the “judiciary”, so much of how one of the most important pillars of our country operates, with incredible detail Sharing two clips from the last episode, which made Aditi’s eyes tad bit wet, and my chest swell each bit of those 56 inches. I realise though that I can do better than just feeling this pride. It isn’t easy in first place. We see each other not more than 5-6 days in a month. We are not able to be with each other on days good and bad, when ‘that magical hug’ would have meant everything. We give up a lot. Rather, she gives up a lot. Driven by some unknown force, a deep-rooted emotion to do “justice” I live in a world where everything is simplified, productised, incentivised, and even then “motivations” aren’t easy to build. And on the other hand, is this world. Somewhere in a remote corner with remote amenities. With no line of sight on pay, incentives, promotions etc. With no team engagement, no offsites, no ESOPs, no awards. Yet, mad work ethic. Yet, passion to play every day, every hour, with your everything. Yet, a commitment to sacrifice your prime to serve others. I keep wondering what she’s made up of .. There is a life she leads inside the courtroom. Which I have had a chance to “witness” a few times. Just about always manages to send chills down my spines. And there is a life that she leads outside it. Half a day / long train ride away. Where she works incredibly hard again to make everyone ‘feel her presence’ in fullness To be able to do “justice” in your own life, with your own people, while putting yourself out there, is an unbelievable feat that goes unnoticed and uncelebrated .. Every Monday morning when she heads back, we all (including Buzo) remain a bit numb for a few hours … and then life catches up. Waiting for the next opportunity to see each other, hold each other, laugh with each other, cry with each other, just “be” with each other. Which also always makes us feel very ‘grateful’ for whatever time we get. My job doesn’t help. But I try. She tries harder. We make it work. Having been in love since forever helps .. Few weeks back, when Aditi’s dad was in the ICU, she rushed back late in the night only to head back right next morning on that 6 am train. I asked her on the platform that morning if it was necessary to go, and she said a hundred people, across age groups, were waiting for “justice”, and even a single day missed means these ‘files’ which translates to “human lives” get pushed by 5-6 months, such is the sheer volume of litigation in our country’s courts Like the series pretty well shows, a great number of times, what happens inside the court affects. Even as I write in the moment, I am rubbing my temples, shaking my head in disbelief, as I recall the absolute horrid state of criminal and civil suits I’ve seen play out. She’s become thicker with time, you don’t have a choice, but a lot of these cases, when I narrate them in my founder/VC/tech brethren, almost a cent percent are shell-shocked and don’t relate to this India But here we are :) As obsessed as I am with what I do for a living, I realise in moments like these that part of my diktat in this life is to help Aditi win, and do better, for the millions that are invisible to the India that I serve ..

Akshay Chaturvedi

140,883 次观看 • 2 年前

⭐️: Did I enjoy our hoobae/Xikers’ concert? Oh yes, it was really so much fun! Ah, actually… I’ve been feeling a lot of things lately. Like.. I’ve actually been taking a break from working out. Of course, I did work out today but after the concert (tour) ended and after finishing the Cosmopolitan photoshoot and advertisement, and seeing that some of the things we’ve been preparing for are finally done… I’ve been working hard on my schedules, we have schedules almost every day… but like doing my best on stage every day and filming content diligently, I did that. But when I thought about it, I realized I haven’t really been doing anything on my own for personal development… Actually, it hasn’t even been a week? since I stopped doing that but I’ve been so caught up in everything that suddenly taking breaks made me reflect a little like… how should I put it into words? When I think about it, did I really give my best when preparing for things? Have I been a little too lenient with myself lately? And when I watched the kids’ (Xikers) concert, it made me think a lot about the past. I remember when we first went on the Fellowship Tour, after releasing two albums, we went to America not knowing much and we worked hard on stage. We were total rookies. We only had two or three? outfits that we had performed on music shows wearing. And thinking about that… I watched my entire gallery from start to finish and I realized I’ve really done a lot. I thought, “Wow, I really ran without resting.” But while watching I also wondered, “Did I really give my best?” Lately, I’ve been thinking, “Am I really putting in the effort like I did back then?” And also.. when doing this job, well not just this job but things in general, you know… “I put in 100% of effort, but the result was only 20%, meanwhile someone next to me only put in 20% effort, but their result was 100%.” When stuff like that happens it can be really easy to feel disillusioned right? I think it’s a concern everyone has, not just me. It feels like my efforts are being denied and because of that I start doubting myself and those kinds of thoughts come to mind. But then as I keep thinking like this, I realize that if I only put in a 20% effort and the result was 100%, I’d feel really embarrassed. Because, just like I’ve been thinking lately, I’d ask myself, “Did I really give my best? Did I put everything I had into it?” It’s always been like this (with this mentality) but recently, over the past week, I’ve just been going through my schedules without working out and I thought I was living a busy and beautiful life, but now I feel like I didn’t do enough. Still, if I put in a 100% effort and the result was 20%, I think I would feel proud rather than disappointed, I wouldn’t have any regrets. So these days I’ve been thinking that I should live in a way that I won’t be ashamed of myself. When I look in the mirror I want to feel proud, even if my efforts only amount to a 20%. Even if the outcome is only 20% if I know I’ve done my best for myself, for TINYs and for the members, then that result would be something I would not be ashamed of and I would still feel like it’s a good result. That's what I've been thinking these days. #SEONGHWA #성화
5:49

⭐️: Did I enjoy our hoobae/Xikers’ concert? Oh yes, it was really so much fun! Ah, actually… I’ve been feeling a lot of things lately. Like.. I’ve actually been taking a break from working out. Of course, I did work out today but after the concert (tour) ended and after finishing the Cosmopolitan photoshoot and advertisement, and seeing that some of the things we’ve been preparing for are finally done… I’ve been working hard on my schedules, we have schedules almost every day… but like doing my best on stage every day and filming content diligently, I did that. But when I thought about it, I realized I haven’t really been doing anything on my own for personal development… Actually, it hasn’t even been a week? since I stopped doing that but I’ve been so caught up in everything that suddenly taking breaks made me reflect a little like… how should I put it into words? When I think about it, did I really give my best when preparing for things? Have I been a little too lenient with myself lately? And when I watched the kids’ (Xikers) concert, it made me think a lot about the past. I remember when we first went on the Fellowship Tour, after releasing two albums, we went to America not knowing much and we worked hard on stage. We were total rookies. We only had two or three? outfits that we had performed on music shows wearing. And thinking about that… I watched my entire gallery from start to finish and I realized I’ve really done a lot. I thought, “Wow, I really ran without resting.” But while watching I also wondered, “Did I really give my best?” Lately, I’ve been thinking, “Am I really putting in the effort like I did back then?” And also.. when doing this job, well not just this job but things in general, you know… “I put in 100% of effort, but the result was only 20%, meanwhile someone next to me only put in 20% effort, but their result was 100%.” When stuff like that happens it can be really easy to feel disillusioned right? I think it’s a concern everyone has, not just me. It feels like my efforts are being denied and because of that I start doubting myself and those kinds of thoughts come to mind. But then as I keep thinking like this, I realize that if I only put in a 20% effort and the result was 100%, I’d feel really embarrassed. Because, just like I’ve been thinking lately, I’d ask myself, “Did I really give my best? Did I put everything I had into it?” It’s always been like this (with this mentality) but recently, over the past week, I’ve just been going through my schedules without working out and I thought I was living a busy and beautiful life, but now I feel like I didn’t do enough. Still, if I put in a 100% effort and the result was 20%, I think I would feel proud rather than disappointed, I wouldn’t have any regrets. So these days I’ve been thinking that I should live in a way that I won’t be ashamed of myself. When I look in the mirror I want to feel proud, even if my efforts only amount to a 20%. Even if the outcome is only 20% if I know I’ve done my best for myself, for TINYs and for the members, then that result would be something I would not be ashamed of and I would still feel like it’s a good result. That's what I've been thinking these days. #SEONGHWA #성화

Everything Seonghwa

24,364 次观看 • 1 年前

Analyzing Episode 66. Season 3 aka Before Time Runs Out Helllllloooooooo! Welcome, dear readers… wait…I’m no Lady Whistledown, though I sure as shit feel like laying all the evil Albora’s done bare. I am SO pissed off. So, so pissed off at this shitty family. I’m sorry, but the only humans in that entire lot are Nare and Cihan. *deep breaths* Le sigh. Back to normal. Anyway, welcome to the latest edition of me analyzing ep66 of Far City. We’ve come a looooong way, folks. And, sure, we all look like we’ve put on some city miles from the onslaught, but we’re still whole. Mostly. Okay, maybe we’re a little dented and broken, not unlike Alya and Ciho. But they’re both to blame for that. And, ironically enough, they’re both right about their grievances too. Still, in this episode we saw ‘ice man’ Ciho thaw a little. Unfortunately, said ice man’s cruel words produced the opposite effect in the love of his life. We kick off the episode with Alya actually speaking the truth against the Alboras, in front of the police, for once. Shocker, I know. She tells the truth that Cihan did, in fact, forge the travel consent form on her behalf, which, of course, leads to Ciho being arrested. Did I feel bad for Ciho? Sure, I did. Just like I felt bad for Alya when Cihan threatened her, saying, ‘Take back your complaint, or you’ll never see your son again.’ But hey, that’s just me. I call it the way I see it. This was Alya’s tat for Cihan’s tit (not a literal tit… anyway, I digress). Fast forward to the police station, Alya faces the Albora’s en masse without Nare or Cihan, and it’s eye-opening. These are the most thankless bunch of aholes ever. Sadakat keeps calling Alya shameless. Shameless! How conveniently this old hag forgets that Alya selflessly put herself in harm's way to save both her sons. How readily she forgets that every time her family is in trouble, Alya steps up to help them. Be it Nare’s organ shenanigans, Kaya’s stint as Stevie Wonder, or when Sadakat herself ends up in prison after she tries to frame Alya by endangering an innocent woman who happens to be her patient. Then, there’s moron Kaya. The way he taunts her, saying, ‘You were going to leave us, were you, yenge?’ Alya helps this little assw*pe several times. She sneaks in Zerring to see him. She is the only freaking person to help him when he runs away with Zerrin and actively supports their relationship. She always advises against him marrying Ipek while he loves Zerrin. And how does this little shit repay her? By continuously acting like all that’s happened is her fault just because freaking Ecmel is involved somehow. And that, ladies, is your window into Alya’s world. She gives and gives and gives, and everyone just conveniently forgets that because she wasn’t born with the last name Albora. The woman has only two people who truly support her in all of Mardin - and this time, only one of them is willing to step up for her. So, what do you expect this woman to feel? Is she not human? But here’s the thing. Despite all that, despite Sadakat cursing her son, despite Cihan saying, ‘No one wants you back,’ she takes back her statement when she sees Ciho locked up. Because she knows he’s acting out because he’s angry at her. Offended with her. She recognizes his right to be so and the part she played in their falling out. Even that little talk of CihAl’s when Cihan is behind bars - she accepts his anger when he says you left me. It kills her to listen to him saying cruel words designed to hit her most vulnerable spots, but she knows she messed up. What about Cihan, though? Does he realize that what happened that day wasn’t entirely Alya’s fault? I don’t think so. But Cihan’s saving grace is that even though he’s incredibly hurt, his love overcomes his worst impulses. Yes, he whisks Deniz away from Budapest, but he also saves him. Yes, he says he doesn’t care about what Alya does, but he keeps an eagle eye on her always. The thing you need to keep reminding yourself while watching these two is that yes, Alya left Cihan. But Cihan also left Alya. And that’s something Cihan needs to accept. That’s what Alya’s waiting for. She made his worst fears come true, and he did the same to her. The next scene I want to focus on is the way Alya’s treated when Cihan forces her back to the konak. Sadakat is a psycho, and I don’t expect her to change… but that scene where she tells Cihan he shouldn’t have brought Alya back, and he replies I brought your grandson and to which she replies ‘Along with his trouble’ and Cihan just shrugs. That scene really pissed me off. Because why does a woman’s motherhood stop mattering when you’re angry with her? That was one scene where I felt the truth of Alya’s words: ‘heartlessness is mixed into the foundation of almost everyone in this house.’ This is what Cihan expects Alya to keep bearing for him. And she does. But then she slips, regrets it, and goes back, only to be asked to leave. Can you imagine that from Alya’s pov? It’s heartbreaking. Because Alya wouldn’t think twice before taking all of this on again if only Cihan told her the love is still there. Unfortunately, Cihan is caught in his own hell, and the whispers of his mother in his ears don’t help. The scene where Alya can hear Deniz playing with Cihan on the terrace as she’s alone in the room, grappling with pain? There’s a reason we’re shown Alya’s loneliness, just as some secret about Cihan’s parentage is on the verge of coming to light. There’s a disparity between them I can’t ever turn away from, no matter how hard I try. Alya has no one except Cihan. She’s essentially alone against a powerful, sadistic, male-dominated system where her one refuge was snatched from her. Cihan wields unbelievable power in that system, alongside his family and lineage. They can’t ever be equals. Which is why, even though I understand Cihan’s pain and anger, I can’t help but lean towards Alya too. Thankfully, they took the time in this episode to show us the real Cihan hiding behind his wall of anger. When Alya is having those pains, Cihan reaches out to help, only for Alya to say, ‘Don’t touch me. But after the incident when Cihan’s trying to destroy his room, the words he remembers are, ‘I don’t want anything from you. As if my being okay or not is really important [to you]. Cihan bey is finally starting to realize that actions have reactions. Yes, him taking out his hurt and anger on Alya makes sense, but then he also will have to deal with whatever that behavior does to Alya. And slowly but surely, his words are beginning to make Alya believe Cihan has closed the door on ‘them’ forever. Now, let’s skip to their conversation outside Deniz’s school. People kept saying Alya was being too harsh for bringing up Cihan’s ‘I’m a man doomed to lose the one he loves’ line. But to me, there’s a very specific reason why Alya does that. From the moment they have their talk on the terrace that day of the funerals, she’s been trying to tell him something. And that something is that she’s slowly become terrified of Cihan’s life in Mardin. His mecburiyets. Because that’s what causes him to lose the ones he loves, according to Alya. Every time they’re forced to act on said obligations, something bad happens. Then there’s the constant danger to the lives of the two people Alya loves most in the world. The constant scheming and plotting of his mother to separate them. The cherry on top of the cake is that shootout at the wedding. Remember Alya asks him to set aside his obligations and to be with Deniz and her for a bit? She mentions that again in her conversation with Nare when she says, ‘Cihan told me these lands are far from my romanticism, and he was right. So, she’s also running on the belief that if ever Cihan had to pick between her and his obligations, she’d come second. And, to round everything off, she’s pregnant. She knows only too well what Cihan would do if he ever learned that secret - he’d marry her for the child regardless of his feelings towards her, leading to another action resulting from mecburiyet. So she tries to reach him, to appeal to the man who was once brave enough to go against those obligations and his fear of loss to fall in love with her, to see her side of the story. To acknowledge that his actions and way of life played a part in their losing each other too. To give her some sign that his feelings for her are the same so that she can finally tell him something in return too. Instead, Cihan says he won’t ever make the same mistake again, meaning that chapter is closed. This dashes Alya’s hopes. And for those of you who still think she doesn’t blame herself for what’s happened, she tells Enver something ironic: ‘I won’t listen to my conscience anymore; my conscience is what causes me to lose anyway. She understands that on the day of the wedding, Boran plays with her conscience, and that she falls for his tricks, causing her own destruction. Isn’t that what we all wanted? For her to see that her naivety is a stumbling block in a place like Mardin? Just as Alya’s belief in Cihan’s hatred is solidifying, Cihan’s wall of anger starts crumbling. His conversation with Sadakat that very night reveals why he clings to Deniz so hard, because with Deniz comes his mother. However, what Sadakat doesn’t realize when she tells Cihan to make up his mind is that Cihan does that the minute he whisks Deniz away from Budapest. Which is why this episode leaves us at the crossroads somewhat, like Cihan and Alya. Both know exactly what they want and what they should do. But they’re running out of time in ways they don’t realize. That’s it from me, for now. Till later, happy reading, everybody. #CihAl #UzakŞehir
2:01

Analyzing Episode 66. Season 3 aka Before Time Runs Out Helllllloooooooo! Welcome, dear readers… wait…I’m no Lady Whistledown, though I sure as shit feel like laying all the evil Albora’s done bare. I am SO pissed off. So, so pissed off at this shitty family. I’m sorry, but the only humans in that entire lot are Nare and Cihan. *deep breaths* Le sigh. Back to normal. Anyway, welcome to the latest edition of me analyzing ep66 of Far City. We’ve come a looooong way, folks. And, sure, we all look like we’ve put on some city miles from the onslaught, but we’re still whole. Mostly. Okay, maybe we’re a little dented and broken, not unlike Alya and Ciho. But they’re both to blame for that. And, ironically enough, they’re both right about their grievances too. Still, in this episode we saw ‘ice man’ Ciho thaw a little. Unfortunately, said ice man’s cruel words produced the opposite effect in the love of his life. We kick off the episode with Alya actually speaking the truth against the Alboras, in front of the police, for once. Shocker, I know. She tells the truth that Cihan did, in fact, forge the travel consent form on her behalf, which, of course, leads to Ciho being arrested. Did I feel bad for Ciho? Sure, I did. Just like I felt bad for Alya when Cihan threatened her, saying, ‘Take back your complaint, or you’ll never see your son again.’ But hey, that’s just me. I call it the way I see it. This was Alya’s tat for Cihan’s tit (not a literal tit… anyway, I digress). Fast forward to the police station, Alya faces the Albora’s en masse without Nare or Cihan, and it’s eye-opening. These are the most thankless bunch of aholes ever. Sadakat keeps calling Alya shameless. Shameless! How conveniently this old hag forgets that Alya selflessly put herself in harm's way to save both her sons. How readily she forgets that every time her family is in trouble, Alya steps up to help them. Be it Nare’s organ shenanigans, Kaya’s stint as Stevie Wonder, or when Sadakat herself ends up in prison after she tries to frame Alya by endangering an innocent woman who happens to be her patient. Then, there’s moron Kaya. The way he taunts her, saying, ‘You were going to leave us, were you, yenge?’ Alya helps this little assw*pe several times. She sneaks in Zerring to see him. She is the only freaking person to help him when he runs away with Zerrin and actively supports their relationship. She always advises against him marrying Ipek while he loves Zerrin. And how does this little shit repay her? By continuously acting like all that’s happened is her fault just because freaking Ecmel is involved somehow. And that, ladies, is your window into Alya’s world. She gives and gives and gives, and everyone just conveniently forgets that because she wasn’t born with the last name Albora. The woman has only two people who truly support her in all of Mardin - and this time, only one of them is willing to step up for her. So, what do you expect this woman to feel? Is she not human? But here’s the thing. Despite all that, despite Sadakat cursing her son, despite Cihan saying, ‘No one wants you back,’ she takes back her statement when she sees Ciho locked up. Because she knows he’s acting out because he’s angry at her. Offended with her. She recognizes his right to be so and the part she played in their falling out. Even that little talk of CihAl’s when Cihan is behind bars - she accepts his anger when he says you left me. It kills her to listen to him saying cruel words designed to hit her most vulnerable spots, but she knows she messed up. What about Cihan, though? Does he realize that what happened that day wasn’t entirely Alya’s fault? I don’t think so. But Cihan’s saving grace is that even though he’s incredibly hurt, his love overcomes his worst impulses. Yes, he whisks Deniz away from Budapest, but he also saves him. Yes, he says he doesn’t care about what Alya does, but he keeps an eagle eye on her always. The thing you need to keep reminding yourself while watching these two is that yes, Alya left Cihan. But Cihan also left Alya. And that’s something Cihan needs to accept. That’s what Alya’s waiting for. She made his worst fears come true, and he did the same to her. The next scene I want to focus on is the way Alya’s treated when Cihan forces her back to the konak. Sadakat is a psycho, and I don’t expect her to change… but that scene where she tells Cihan he shouldn’t have brought Alya back, and he replies I brought your grandson and to which she replies ‘Along with his trouble’ and Cihan just shrugs. That scene really pissed me off. Because why does a woman’s motherhood stop mattering when you’re angry with her? That was one scene where I felt the truth of Alya’s words: ‘heartlessness is mixed into the foundation of almost everyone in this house.’ This is what Cihan expects Alya to keep bearing for him. And she does. But then she slips, regrets it, and goes back, only to be asked to leave. Can you imagine that from Alya’s pov? It’s heartbreaking. Because Alya wouldn’t think twice before taking all of this on again if only Cihan told her the love is still there. Unfortunately, Cihan is caught in his own hell, and the whispers of his mother in his ears don’t help. The scene where Alya can hear Deniz playing with Cihan on the terrace as she’s alone in the room, grappling with pain? There’s a reason we’re shown Alya’s loneliness, just as some secret about Cihan’s parentage is on the verge of coming to light. There’s a disparity between them I can’t ever turn away from, no matter how hard I try. Alya has no one except Cihan. She’s essentially alone against a powerful, sadistic, male-dominated system where her one refuge was snatched from her. Cihan wields unbelievable power in that system, alongside his family and lineage. They can’t ever be equals. Which is why, even though I understand Cihan’s pain and anger, I can’t help but lean towards Alya too. Thankfully, they took the time in this episode to show us the real Cihan hiding behind his wall of anger. When Alya is having those pains, Cihan reaches out to help, only for Alya to say, ‘Don’t touch me. But after the incident when Cihan’s trying to destroy his room, the words he remembers are, ‘I don’t want anything from you. As if my being okay or not is really important [to you]. Cihan bey is finally starting to realize that actions have reactions. Yes, him taking out his hurt and anger on Alya makes sense, but then he also will have to deal with whatever that behavior does to Alya. And slowly but surely, his words are beginning to make Alya believe Cihan has closed the door on ‘them’ forever. Now, let’s skip to their conversation outside Deniz’s school. People kept saying Alya was being too harsh for bringing up Cihan’s ‘I’m a man doomed to lose the one he loves’ line. But to me, there’s a very specific reason why Alya does that. From the moment they have their talk on the terrace that day of the funerals, she’s been trying to tell him something. And that something is that she’s slowly become terrified of Cihan’s life in Mardin. His mecburiyets. Because that’s what causes him to lose the ones he loves, according to Alya. Every time they’re forced to act on said obligations, something bad happens. Then there’s the constant danger to the lives of the two people Alya loves most in the world. The constant scheming and plotting of his mother to separate them. The cherry on top of the cake is that shootout at the wedding. Remember Alya asks him to set aside his obligations and to be with Deniz and her for a bit? She mentions that again in her conversation with Nare when she says, ‘Cihan told me these lands are far from my romanticism, and he was right. So, she’s also running on the belief that if ever Cihan had to pick between her and his obligations, she’d come second. And, to round everything off, she’s pregnant. She knows only too well what Cihan would do if he ever learned that secret - he’d marry her for the child regardless of his feelings towards her, leading to another action resulting from mecburiyet. So she tries to reach him, to appeal to the man who was once brave enough to go against those obligations and his fear of loss to fall in love with her, to see her side of the story. To acknowledge that his actions and way of life played a part in their losing each other too. To give her some sign that his feelings for her are the same so that she can finally tell him something in return too. Instead, Cihan says he won’t ever make the same mistake again, meaning that chapter is closed. This dashes Alya’s hopes. And for those of you who still think she doesn’t blame herself for what’s happened, she tells Enver something ironic: ‘I won’t listen to my conscience anymore; my conscience is what causes me to lose anyway. She understands that on the day of the wedding, Boran plays with her conscience, and that she falls for his tricks, causing her own destruction. Isn’t that what we all wanted? For her to see that her naivety is a stumbling block in a place like Mardin? Just as Alya’s belief in Cihan’s hatred is solidifying, Cihan’s wall of anger starts crumbling. His conversation with Sadakat that very night reveals why he clings to Deniz so hard, because with Deniz comes his mother. However, what Sadakat doesn’t realize when she tells Cihan to make up his mind is that Cihan does that the minute he whisks Deniz away from Budapest. Which is why this episode leaves us at the crossroads somewhat, like Cihan and Alya. Both know exactly what they want and what they should do. But they’re running out of time in ways they don’t realize. That’s it from me, for now. Till later, happy reading, everybody. #CihAl #UzakŞehir

CocoLoco

26,235 次观看 • 6 天前

openai and anthropic probably have terrible sales reps they're talented, but they've never actually had to sell anything. ben horowitz said it best in a recent conversation: "right now with openai and anthropic, everybody wants to buy ai. they're already predisposed to buy." that's order-taking, not selling. let's zoom in on this distinction. 1) the order-taker problem cloudflare's CEO admitted in 2023 their product was so good that "many of our sales team succeeded largely by just taking orders." deals were like "fish jumping right in the boat." then the economy shifted and they fired 100 salespeople who'd contributed just 4% of new business. when your product sells itself, mediocre reps look like rockstars. they crush quota, win the president's club, and get promoted into leadership. nobody knows they can't actually sell until the fish stop jumping in the boat. 2) why hard sells matter ben won't shut up about ptc, a 90s cad/cam company. the product "wasn't that great." "the windshield wiper didn't work." but that forced discipline. you had to map accounts systematically, lay traps for competitors, and build airtight technical cases. his favorite hire was ryan gabrisco at databricks, who came from a company selling secure ftp as a public company. think about how good you have to be to make quota selling that. when ben hires sales leaders, he looks for people from companies where the product was hard to sell because that's the only way to test if someone can actually sell. 3) what happens when markets turn every hot market eventually cools. i'll give you a few examples. salesforce in 2001. facebook ads in 2012. aws in 2015. the order-takers got exposed every time. modern AI sales reps don't know how to qualify prospects who aren't already sold or how to systematically lock out competitors or how to build pipeline when inbound dries up. ben's story about hiring at Okta: two candidates, one super enthusiastic, the other said "let me talk to your customers first." ben told the ceo: "you want the guy qualifying YOU. that's what good salespeople do." 4) openai scaled their sales team from 10 to 500 people in under two years. anthropic is scaling fast too. but how would anyone know if they're good? you can't test sales ability when customers are lined up begging to buy. when real competition arrives, the kind where enterprises have three viable options and care about pricing, support, and vendor risk, AI companies will discover which GTM leaders can actually sell and which ones were just processing waitlists. 5) how to hire right if you're building a GTM team right now, think like a value investor. resumes don't matter. look for human capital that the market has significantly underpriced. someone who's had to sell a product that didn't sell itself, someone who's built discipline through necessity, not abundance (no order-takers). find the person who sold enterprise software at a company nobody's heard of. find the person who had to fight for every deal because the competitor was already embedded in the account. the person who figured out how to systematically lock out competition even when they were the underdog. those skills matter. for AI companies, the question is whether they can close deals when the market shifts. because when inbound dries up (it always does), you'll discover who can actually sell.
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openai and anthropic probably have terrible sales reps they're talented, but they've never actually had to sell anything. ben horowitz said it best in a recent conversation: "right now with openai and anthropic, everybody wants to buy ai. they're already predisposed to buy." that's order-taking, not selling. let's zoom in on this distinction. 1) the order-taker problem cloudflare's CEO admitted in 2023 their product was so good that "many of our sales team succeeded largely by just taking orders." deals were like "fish jumping right in the boat." then the economy shifted and they fired 100 salespeople who'd contributed just 4% of new business. when your product sells itself, mediocre reps look like rockstars. they crush quota, win the president's club, and get promoted into leadership. nobody knows they can't actually sell until the fish stop jumping in the boat. 2) why hard sells matter ben won't shut up about ptc, a 90s cad/cam company. the product "wasn't that great." "the windshield wiper didn't work." but that forced discipline. you had to map accounts systematically, lay traps for competitors, and build airtight technical cases. his favorite hire was ryan gabrisco at databricks, who came from a company selling secure ftp as a public company. think about how good you have to be to make quota selling that. when ben hires sales leaders, he looks for people from companies where the product was hard to sell because that's the only way to test if someone can actually sell. 3) what happens when markets turn every hot market eventually cools. i'll give you a few examples. salesforce in 2001. facebook ads in 2012. aws in 2015. the order-takers got exposed every time. modern AI sales reps don't know how to qualify prospects who aren't already sold or how to systematically lock out competitors or how to build pipeline when inbound dries up. ben's story about hiring at Okta: two candidates, one super enthusiastic, the other said "let me talk to your customers first." ben told the ceo: "you want the guy qualifying YOU. that's what good salespeople do." 4) openai scaled their sales team from 10 to 500 people in under two years. anthropic is scaling fast too. but how would anyone know if they're good? you can't test sales ability when customers are lined up begging to buy. when real competition arrives, the kind where enterprises have three viable options and care about pricing, support, and vendor risk, AI companies will discover which GTM leaders can actually sell and which ones were just processing waitlists. 5) how to hire right if you're building a GTM team right now, think like a value investor. resumes don't matter. look for human capital that the market has significantly underpriced. someone who's had to sell a product that didn't sell itself, someone who's built discipline through necessity, not abundance (no order-takers). find the person who sold enterprise software at a company nobody's heard of. find the person who had to fight for every deal because the competitor was already embedded in the account. the person who figured out how to systematically lock out competition even when they were the underdog. those skills matter. for AI companies, the question is whether they can close deals when the market shifts. because when inbound dries up (it always does), you'll discover who can actually sell.

Courtne Marland

343,770 次观看 • 6 个月前

The empire is collapsing from the inside. In Bashmakovo, Penza region, on 16 July 2026, masked police and FSB officers jumped the metal fence. They smashed through the back window and announced they were taking Natalya Protsyk’s husband to Ukraine for the meat grinder. The man and his disabled daughter tried to barricade themselves in the attic. That’s when the “heroes of the special military operation” opened fire inside the family home. Two bullets hit the daughter and her father. Then the officers beat the husband with their boots, everywhere. Natalya was held at the police station for two days. They drove her to a forest strip and threatened to kill both her and her child if she spoke. After that they opened criminal cases against the victims to justify their illegal entry, their weapons, and the kidnapping. The investigator whitewashing it is Yurmashova R.A. from the Kamensky district SK. The medical reports are public now. Bruises, hematomas, abrasions, a documented gunshot wound. Doors pried open. Windows shattered. Blood on the floor of an ordinary Russian house. This comes from an organized group. state policy in year five of a war Moscow cannot win on the battlefield, so it devours its own people instead. The ads flooding Russian phones with fat signing bonuses are the polite version. When quotas fall short the siloviki simply go house to house with rifles and fabricated charges. The same regime that screams about “denazification” now runs literal press-gangs on its own citizens, then beats and frames the families who resist. Ordinary Russians are not our enemy. This system is. It treats its people exactly like it treats Ukrainians: as disposable biomass for imperial ambition. Every such story speeds up the only outcome that matters. Moscow’s rear is already burning. Ukrainian strikes are growing, logistics nodes are being ground down, and the manpower math is terminal. They lose more every month than they can recruit or kidnap. Even the crooks in the ministries see the country being hollowed out. The siloviki are already turning on the economic block. Good. Let them fight each other while we keep destroying their ability to project force. The “Russian world” is broken doors, terrified children, forensic photos of boot prints on a man’s torso, and investigators covering for the gunmen. Ukraine did not start this. We are simply refusing to lose it. The faster the West accepts that only decisive Ukrainian victory ends the cycle, the fewer Bashmakovo-style nightmares will happen on either side of the border. Moscow understands nothing but force. Time to speak that language fluently until the empire stops functioning.
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The empire is collapsing from the inside. In Bashmakovo, Penza region, on 16 July 2026, masked police and FSB officers jumped the metal fence. They smashed through the back window and announced they were taking Natalya Protsyk’s husband to Ukraine for the meat grinder. The man and his disabled daughter tried to barricade themselves in the attic. That’s when the “heroes of the special military operation” opened fire inside the family home. Two bullets hit the daughter and her father. Then the officers beat the husband with their boots, everywhere. Natalya was held at the police station for two days. They drove her to a forest strip and threatened to kill both her and her child if she spoke. After that they opened criminal cases against the victims to justify their illegal entry, their weapons, and the kidnapping. The investigator whitewashing it is Yurmashova R.A. from the Kamensky district SK. The medical reports are public now. Bruises, hematomas, abrasions, a documented gunshot wound. Doors pried open. Windows shattered. Blood on the floor of an ordinary Russian house. This comes from an organized group. state policy in year five of a war Moscow cannot win on the battlefield, so it devours its own people instead. The ads flooding Russian phones with fat signing bonuses are the polite version. When quotas fall short the siloviki simply go house to house with rifles and fabricated charges. The same regime that screams about “denazification” now runs literal press-gangs on its own citizens, then beats and frames the families who resist. Ordinary Russians are not our enemy. This system is. It treats its people exactly like it treats Ukrainians: as disposable biomass for imperial ambition. Every such story speeds up the only outcome that matters. Moscow’s rear is already burning. Ukrainian strikes are growing, logistics nodes are being ground down, and the manpower math is terminal. They lose more every month than they can recruit or kidnap. Even the crooks in the ministries see the country being hollowed out. The siloviki are already turning on the economic block. Good. Let them fight each other while we keep destroying their ability to project force. The “Russian world” is broken doors, terrified children, forensic photos of boot prints on a man’s torso, and investigators covering for the gunmen. Ukraine did not start this. We are simply refusing to lose it. The faster the West accepts that only decisive Ukrainian victory ends the cycle, the fewer Bashmakovo-style nightmares will happen on either side of the border. Moscow understands nothing but force. Time to speak that language fluently until the empire stops functioning.

medoyid_ua

20,473 次观看 • 1 个月前

-The Cab Ride I'll Never Forget- "Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. “Just a minute”, answered a frail, elderly voice. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90′s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940′s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. ‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’ ‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’ ‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly.. ‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. ‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. ‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse. ‘Nothing,’ I said ‘You have to make a living,’ she answered. ‘There are other passengers,’ I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly. ‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’ I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.. I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one."
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-The Cab Ride I'll Never Forget- "Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. “Just a minute”, answered a frail, elderly voice. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90′s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940′s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. ‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’ ‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’ ‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly.. ‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. ‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. ‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse. ‘Nothing,’ I said ‘You have to make a living,’ she answered. ‘There are other passengers,’ I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly. ‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’ I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.. I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one."

Ryan Buikema

110,633 次观看 • 2 年前

Seedance 2.5 full 30s prompt + H3 lipsync workflow are below 👇 [3_panel_ref] is a three-panel character turnaround (front, left profile, rear) that strictly defines one single continuous Black woman: short black hair with a sharp undercut on one side, large gold hoop earrings, thick gold curb-chain necklace, fitted black short-sleeve crop top exposing the midriff, baggy green woodland-camouflage cargo pants with large side pockets, and black-and-white Nike high-top sneakers with leopard-print heel and tongue panels. Use only her exact face, body proportions, hair, clothing and accessories. Do not use the plain studio background or any lighting from this image. [outdoor_ref] provides the outdoor lakeside music festival environment at blue-hour dusk: dense standing crowd, main stage with large LED screens and vibrant purple-cyan-pink lighting, scattered white and colored tents, flags, gravel paths, dark forested hills, and calm reflective lake water. Use this only for location layout, spatial depth, ambient lighting mix (cool dusk sky + warm practical tent lights + stage color spill), and background crowd density. Do not promote any specific individuals from this image into the main subject role. Generate a continuous 30-second photorealistic cinematic sequence of the exact same woman from [3_panel_ref] advancing through the dense festival crowd of [outdoor_ref] while carrying a clear plastic cup of beer in each hand. Her path is a single continuous forward trajectory from deep inside the packed crowd toward a slightly clearer edge near the water where her friends wait. All camera work and cuts preserve the unbroken sense of her physical progress and direction of travel. No dialogue, no subtitles, no on-screen text. 0-3s: Hybrid SnorriCam + Steadicam locked on her face and upper torso. She pushes and weaves through tightly packed bodies, constantly bumped from left, right and behind. Both beer cups tilt and liquid sloshes; her expression cycles between tight frustration and stubborn determination. She never stops advancing. Stage lights and crowd motion blur behind her. 3.0-4.5s: Medium side tracking shot. A tall man shoulders into her hard — brief slow-motion impact, beer liquid arcs upward, then hard speed-ramp recovery as she re-centers and keeps moving forward. 4.5-6.0s: Extreme close-up on her right hand clamped around the plastic cup. Foam and golden liquid sway violently with each jolt; knuckles and gold chain details sharp. 6.0-7.5s: Low-angle close-up of her Nike sneakers with leopard accents stepping carefully between other people’s feet, discarded cups and uneven grass, still pushing ahead. 7.5-9.0s: Tight facial close-up with rapid zoom-in to her eyes and the swinging gold hoop earring. She glances sideways at a near-miss, jaw tight, then locks forward again. 9.0-10.5s: Medium three-quarter shot. She ducks under a raised dancing arm, speed-ramp on the duck and straighten, beers held high, continuing the same forward line. 10.5-12.0s: Slightly elevated back three-quarter. A surge of people passes; her crop top and gold chain catch stage light as she twists her torso to slip through without stopping. 12.0-13.5s: Extreme close-up on the left beer cup as it is jolted — liquid nearly overflows, catching a purple stage flash, then settles as she stabilizes. 13.5-15.0s: Dutch-angle medium shot. She brushes past a person with a large backpack; camo cargo pockets scrape fabric; her stride never breaks. 15.0-16.5s: Close-up on the undercut side of her head and short black hair moving with the motion, gold earring flashing. 16.5-18.0s: Slightly high angle looking down as she navigates a tighter cluster near tents; bodies part just enough for her to thread through, still advancing. 18.0-19.5s: Slow-motion medium close-up of her upper body and face as a drift of stage fog and colored light crosses her; skin, gold jewelry and black fabric catch the colors while she keeps walking. 19.5-21.0s: Side tracking speed-ramp. She sidesteps a couple holding hands, beers lifted protectively, path still straight toward the water edge. 21.0-22.5s: Extreme close-up on her slightly parted lips and focused eyes looking ahead, concentration unbroken. 22.5-24.0s: Medium full-body as the crowd density begins to thin near the lake. She picks up a half-step of speed while still carefully balancing both cups. 24.0-25.5s: Tracking from behind as she emerges into a small clearer zone. Two female friends in casual festival clothes are waiting a few meters ahead, already noticing her. 25.5-27.0s: Medium shot as she reaches them, stops, still holding both beers upright. Shoulders begin to drop. 27.0-30s: Close-up on her face. She releases a long, deep sigh of pure relief, a small tired smile appears, eyes soften toward her friends. Soft bokeh of lake water and residual stage lights behind her. Hold the final frame. Visual treatment: photorealistic live-action, natural blue-hour mixed with vibrant stage color spill, shallow depth of field on all close-ups, grounded handheld energy that never loses her continuous forward path. Audio: dense overlapping crowd murmur and chatter, distant muffled bass and music from the main stage, liquid sloshing inside the cups, soft body impacts and fabric rustle, her slightly elevated breathing, final clear relieved exhalation. No added music bed beyond the distant stage sound. Keep the woman’s identity, clothing, cup ownership and direction of travel completely stable across every cut. If you need the prompts for the references used, check the quoted post! 🫡
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Seedance 2.5 full 30s prompt + H3 lipsync workflow are below 👇 [3_panel_ref] is a three-panel character turnaround (front, left profile, rear) that strictly defines one single continuous Black woman: short black hair with a sharp undercut on one side, large gold hoop earrings, thick gold curb-chain necklace, fitted black short-sleeve crop top exposing the midriff, baggy green woodland-camouflage cargo pants with large side pockets, and black-and-white Nike high-top sneakers with leopard-print heel and tongue panels. Use only her exact face, body proportions, hair, clothing and accessories. Do not use the plain studio background or any lighting from this image. [outdoor_ref] provides the outdoor lakeside music festival environment at blue-hour dusk: dense standing crowd, main stage with large LED screens and vibrant purple-cyan-pink lighting, scattered white and colored tents, flags, gravel paths, dark forested hills, and calm reflective lake water. Use this only for location layout, spatial depth, ambient lighting mix (cool dusk sky + warm practical tent lights + stage color spill), and background crowd density. Do not promote any specific individuals from this image into the main subject role. Generate a continuous 30-second photorealistic cinematic sequence of the exact same woman from [3_panel_ref] advancing through the dense festival crowd of [outdoor_ref] while carrying a clear plastic cup of beer in each hand. Her path is a single continuous forward trajectory from deep inside the packed crowd toward a slightly clearer edge near the water where her friends wait. All camera work and cuts preserve the unbroken sense of her physical progress and direction of travel. No dialogue, no subtitles, no on-screen text. 0-3s: Hybrid SnorriCam + Steadicam locked on her face and upper torso. She pushes and weaves through tightly packed bodies, constantly bumped from left, right and behind. Both beer cups tilt and liquid sloshes; her expression cycles between tight frustration and stubborn determination. She never stops advancing. Stage lights and crowd motion blur behind her. 3.0-4.5s: Medium side tracking shot. A tall man shoulders into her hard — brief slow-motion impact, beer liquid arcs upward, then hard speed-ramp recovery as she re-centers and keeps moving forward. 4.5-6.0s: Extreme close-up on her right hand clamped around the plastic cup. Foam and golden liquid sway violently with each jolt; knuckles and gold chain details sharp. 6.0-7.5s: Low-angle close-up of her Nike sneakers with leopard accents stepping carefully between other people’s feet, discarded cups and uneven grass, still pushing ahead. 7.5-9.0s: Tight facial close-up with rapid zoom-in to her eyes and the swinging gold hoop earring. She glances sideways at a near-miss, jaw tight, then locks forward again. 9.0-10.5s: Medium three-quarter shot. She ducks under a raised dancing arm, speed-ramp on the duck and straighten, beers held high, continuing the same forward line. 10.5-12.0s: Slightly elevated back three-quarter. A surge of people passes; her crop top and gold chain catch stage light as she twists her torso to slip through without stopping. 12.0-13.5s: Extreme close-up on the left beer cup as it is jolted — liquid nearly overflows, catching a purple stage flash, then settles as she stabilizes. 13.5-15.0s: Dutch-angle medium shot. She brushes past a person with a large backpack; camo cargo pockets scrape fabric; her stride never breaks. 15.0-16.5s: Close-up on the undercut side of her head and short black hair moving with the motion, gold earring flashing. 16.5-18.0s: Slightly high angle looking down as she navigates a tighter cluster near tents; bodies part just enough for her to thread through, still advancing. 18.0-19.5s: Slow-motion medium close-up of her upper body and face as a drift of stage fog and colored light crosses her; skin, gold jewelry and black fabric catch the colors while she keeps walking. 19.5-21.0s: Side tracking speed-ramp. She sidesteps a couple holding hands, beers lifted protectively, path still straight toward the water edge. 21.0-22.5s: Extreme close-up on her slightly parted lips and focused eyes looking ahead, concentration unbroken. 22.5-24.0s: Medium full-body as the crowd density begins to thin near the lake. She picks up a half-step of speed while still carefully balancing both cups. 24.0-25.5s: Tracking from behind as she emerges into a small clearer zone. Two female friends in casual festival clothes are waiting a few meters ahead, already noticing her. 25.5-27.0s: Medium shot as she reaches them, stops, still holding both beers upright. Shoulders begin to drop. 27.0-30s: Close-up on her face. She releases a long, deep sigh of pure relief, a small tired smile appears, eyes soften toward her friends. Soft bokeh of lake water and residual stage lights behind her. Hold the final frame. Visual treatment: photorealistic live-action, natural blue-hour mixed with vibrant stage color spill, shallow depth of field on all close-ups, grounded handheld energy that never loses her continuous forward path. Audio: dense overlapping crowd murmur and chatter, distant muffled bass and music from the main stage, liquid sloshing inside the cups, soft body impacts and fabric rustle, her slightly elevated breathing, final clear relieved exhalation. No added music bed beyond the distant stage sound. Keep the woman’s identity, clothing, cup ownership and direction of travel completely stable across every cut. If you need the prompts for the references used, check the quoted post! 🫡

TechHalla

14,854 次观看 • 1 个月前

For eighteen months, a giant dog held out his toy to every visitor at the shelter, foolishly hoping that someone would finally take him home. Everyone passed by without stopping, until the morning a sixty-nine-year-old woman arrived to drop off some old blankets. Barnabé was a fifty-kilogram Saint Bernard with a brown and white coat, paws as wide as a bear's, and eyes of infinite softness. In a shelter, eighteen months felt like an eternity. His family had abandoned him after moving away, claiming he took up too much space. Every morning, as soon as the doors opened, Barnabé would pick up an old blue rubber bone in his mouth and sit near the gate. He would push his treasure through the bars, as if offering a gift and saying, "Look, I'm a good dog, take me with you." But people only saw a cumbersome colossus and kept walking. Barnabé would then put his bone down, retreat to the back of his enclosure, and press his head against the wall for a long time in a heavy silence. Chloé, a caregiver at the shelter, felt her heart break every time she witnessed this scene. That day, the entrance bell rang around ten o'clock. A woman stepped inside with a pile of worn-out blankets in her arms. At sixty-nine years old, she wore a gray coat and walked slightly hunched, carrying an invisible sadness on her shoulders. "I brought these," she murmured in a trembling voice. "My husband always said we should support animals. I thought they would be useful." Chloé thanked her and suggested a walk down the aisles. The woman hesitated, then accepted with a fragile smile. She stopped in front of each gate, taking her time. Then, she arrived in front of Barnabé. The large dog stood up with his blue bone, his tail wagging gently. But as he locked eyes with this woman—whose name was Béatrice—something unprecedented happened. Béatrice stared back deeply, without rushing. Barnabé then dropped his toy to the ground. For the first time in eighteen months, he abandoned his bone. He pressed himself against the bars and simply watched her. When the shelter staff opened the gate, Barnabé walked out without jumping or barking. He approached her and sat directly on her shoes, leaning his entire weight against her legs before resting his heavy head on her lap. He let out a huge sigh, summing up a year and a half of loneliness. Béatrice gently ran her fingers through his fur. "My husband passed away last autumn," she confided, her eyes filled with memories. "After forty-seven years together, the house became terribly silent." Barnabé pressed his head a little harder, offering a comforting presence to this shared grief. Béatrice looked at the colossus: "He knows what waiting means. Real waiting. The kind that hurts. My house is too big for me alone, but it will be perfect for the two of us." The adoption paperwork was settled very quickly. Barnabé never left Béatrice's side again. As they left, he cast one last grateful glance down the hallway. A few weeks later, Chloé received a letter written in green ink. Béatrice told her about their daily routine: walks under the rose bushes in the garden, the joyful thud of Barnabé's tail hitting the floor when they woke up, and the end of the great silence. The blue bone now rested on the fireplace mantle, a simple keepsake of the past. Today, Barnabé no longer holds out a toy or presses his head against the walls. He sleeps peacefully in the shade of the flowers, beside a watchful presence. He no longer needs to prove his worth: he has finally found someone who stopped to truly see him.
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For eighteen months, a giant dog held out his toy to every visitor at the shelter, foolishly hoping that someone would finally take him home. Everyone passed by without stopping, until the morning a sixty-nine-year-old woman arrived to drop off some old blankets. Barnabé was a fifty-kilogram Saint Bernard with a brown and white coat, paws as wide as a bear's, and eyes of infinite softness. In a shelter, eighteen months felt like an eternity. His family had abandoned him after moving away, claiming he took up too much space. Every morning, as soon as the doors opened, Barnabé would pick up an old blue rubber bone in his mouth and sit near the gate. He would push his treasure through the bars, as if offering a gift and saying, "Look, I'm a good dog, take me with you." But people only saw a cumbersome colossus and kept walking. Barnabé would then put his bone down, retreat to the back of his enclosure, and press his head against the wall for a long time in a heavy silence. Chloé, a caregiver at the shelter, felt her heart break every time she witnessed this scene. That day, the entrance bell rang around ten o'clock. A woman stepped inside with a pile of worn-out blankets in her arms. At sixty-nine years old, she wore a gray coat and walked slightly hunched, carrying an invisible sadness on her shoulders. "I brought these," she murmured in a trembling voice. "My husband always said we should support animals. I thought they would be useful." Chloé thanked her and suggested a walk down the aisles. The woman hesitated, then accepted with a fragile smile. She stopped in front of each gate, taking her time. Then, she arrived in front of Barnabé. The large dog stood up with his blue bone, his tail wagging gently. But as he locked eyes with this woman—whose name was Béatrice—something unprecedented happened. Béatrice stared back deeply, without rushing. Barnabé then dropped his toy to the ground. For the first time in eighteen months, he abandoned his bone. He pressed himself against the bars and simply watched her. When the shelter staff opened the gate, Barnabé walked out without jumping or barking. He approached her and sat directly on her shoes, leaning his entire weight against her legs before resting his heavy head on her lap. He let out a huge sigh, summing up a year and a half of loneliness. Béatrice gently ran her fingers through his fur. "My husband passed away last autumn," she confided, her eyes filled with memories. "After forty-seven years together, the house became terribly silent." Barnabé pressed his head a little harder, offering a comforting presence to this shared grief. Béatrice looked at the colossus: "He knows what waiting means. Real waiting. The kind that hurts. My house is too big for me alone, but it will be perfect for the two of us." The adoption paperwork was settled very quickly. Barnabé never left Béatrice's side again. As they left, he cast one last grateful glance down the hallway. A few weeks later, Chloé received a letter written in green ink. Béatrice told her about their daily routine: walks under the rose bushes in the garden, the joyful thud of Barnabé's tail hitting the floor when they woke up, and the end of the great silence. The blue bone now rested on the fireplace mantle, a simple keepsake of the past. Today, Barnabé no longer holds out a toy or presses his head against the walls. He sleeps peacefully in the shade of the flowers, beside a watchful presence. He no longer needs to prove his worth: he has finally found someone who stopped to truly see him.

Gabriele Corno

78,905 次观看 • 20 天前

I was already starving and then I wattched this video of her eating. GPT Image 2 + Seedance 2.5 on TapNow prompt Image1 Main Subject: Young woman, 20, natural everyday appearance, extremely long wavy blonde hair in a loose half-up style with wispy bangs, realistic skin texture, minimal makeup, slightly sleepy but cheerful personality. follow only the proportion of cleavage from this reference image Image1 Wearing a soft mustard-yellow cardigan over a white cotton blouse with a deep plunging scoop neckline that that accentuates her large cleavage, dark navy pleated midi skirt, white ankle socks, brown loafers, and a small canvas shoulder bag. Maintain consistent identity, clothing, hairstyle, and appearance throughout. Location: Quiet traditional neighborhood in Gyeongju on a cool autumn morning. Low tiled-roof houses, stone walls, narrow lanes, small gardens, bicycles, old utility poles, fallen leaves, and a tiny family-owned bakery with a fogged glass window and handwritten Korean signs. No tourists or busy traffic. Visual Style: Ultra-realistic documentary realism. Genuine candid behavior, subtle expressions, natural movement, authentic Korean small-town atmosphere. Camera Style: Early-2000s consumer MiniDV camcorder. Heavy handheld shake, imperfect framing, autofocus hunting between bakery windows and her face, exposure pumping between indoor and outdoor light, faded colors, soft contrast, slight motion blur, DV compression artifacts, mild sensor noise, no stabilization. 00:00–00:03 She walks down the quiet lane carrying her shoulder bag, stepping through fallen leaves. She notices the small bakery and slows down. 00:03–00:06 — Bakery Inside, she looks through the glass display and chooses a freshly baked red-bean bun. Warm bakery light reflects on the glass while autofocus struggles to find her face. The elderly bakery owner smiles and says softly: English subtitle: “Fresh out of the oven.” (방금 구운 거예요.) She gives a small sleepy smile and replies: English subtitle: “Thank you.” (감사합니다.) 00:06–00:09 She steps outside, takes a small bite, and smiles while warm steam escapes from the fresh bread. A bicycle passes behind her. She quietly says to herself: English subtitle: “It’s warm.” (따뜻하다.) 00:09–00:12 She continues toward a nearby stone wall, checking the time on her small wristwatch as morning sunlight reaches the street. She looks toward the camera and murmurs: English subtitle: “I’m going to be late.” (늦겠다.) 00:12–00:15 She notices the camera, laughs softly, gives a quick little wave, and walks away toward the old neighborhood. The operator accidentally points at the pavement before the recording continues. She laughs and says: English subtitle: “Bye.” (안녕.) 00:15–00:18 — Small neighborhood moment After she walks away, the camera follows her loosely. She passes an elderly local resident sweeping fallen leaves near a stone wall. They exchange a brief polite nod. The elderly resident says: English subtitle: “Good morning.” (좋은 아침이에요.) She responds naturally: English subtitle: “Good morning.” (안녕하세요.) The camera lags behind slightly. 00:18–00:21 — Autumn detail She stops beside a tiny garden and notices a few red autumn leaves caught on a bicycle basket. She gently picks one up, looks at it for a second, then puts it back. She quietly says: English subtitle: “Pretty.” (예쁘다.) The camcorder briefly loses focus. 00:21–00:24 — Old neighborhood atmosphere She continues walking past traditional houses. A small dog appears behind a low gate and watches her. She smiles and gives it a tiny wave. She softly says to the dog: English subtitle: “Hi.” (안녕.) The dog remains behind the gate. 00:24–00:27 — Bakery callback She suddenly realizes she is still holding the paper bag. She looks inside, takes another small bite of the red-bean bun, and keeps walking. She smiles and says: English subtitle: “So good.” (맛있다.) The bakery door chime can faintly be heard in the distance. 00:27–00:30 — Imperfect ending She reaches the end of the narrow lane and turns back toward the camera for one last smile. She raises her hand in a casual goodbye. She says softly: English subtitle: “See you.” (또 봐요.) The operator tries to zoom in, but the image becomes soft and shaky. The camera accidentally tilts toward the autumn sky and tiled rooftops, then down toward the pavement. Abrupt MiniDV cut to black. Audio: Natural ambience only–morning birds, footsteps on leaves, bicycle bell, distant scooter, bakery door chime, quiet conversation, paper bag rustling, soft wind, and the girl's natural Korean dialogue. Dialogue should sound spontaneous, quiet, and conversational, never like scripted acting. No music. No narration. Subtitle Style: Burned-in English subtitles for every spoken Korean line, with the original Korean dialogue immediately after the English subtitle in parentheses. Keep subtitles small, simple, white, and slightly imperfect like early consumer-video captions. No modern stylized typography, no animated captions, no text overlays other than the dialogue subtitles. Goal: A forgotten MiniDV recording from 2004, capturing an ordinary autumn morning in historic Gyeongju–quiet, nostalgic, imperfect, intimate, and completely believable.
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I was already starving and then I wattched this video of her eating. GPT Image 2 + Seedance 2.5 on TapNow prompt Image1 Main Subject: Young woman, 20, natural everyday appearance, extremely long wavy blonde hair in a loose half-up style with wispy bangs, realistic skin texture, minimal makeup, slightly sleepy but cheerful personality. follow only the proportion of cleavage from this reference image Image1 Wearing a soft mustard-yellow cardigan over a white cotton blouse with a deep plunging scoop neckline that that accentuates her large cleavage, dark navy pleated midi skirt, white ankle socks, brown loafers, and a small canvas shoulder bag. Maintain consistent identity, clothing, hairstyle, and appearance throughout. Location: Quiet traditional neighborhood in Gyeongju on a cool autumn morning. Low tiled-roof houses, stone walls, narrow lanes, small gardens, bicycles, old utility poles, fallen leaves, and a tiny family-owned bakery with a fogged glass window and handwritten Korean signs. No tourists or busy traffic. Visual Style: Ultra-realistic documentary realism. Genuine candid behavior, subtle expressions, natural movement, authentic Korean small-town atmosphere. Camera Style: Early-2000s consumer MiniDV camcorder. Heavy handheld shake, imperfect framing, autofocus hunting between bakery windows and her face, exposure pumping between indoor and outdoor light, faded colors, soft contrast, slight motion blur, DV compression artifacts, mild sensor noise, no stabilization. 00:00–00:03 She walks down the quiet lane carrying her shoulder bag, stepping through fallen leaves. She notices the small bakery and slows down. 00:03–00:06 — Bakery Inside, she looks through the glass display and chooses a freshly baked red-bean bun. Warm bakery light reflects on the glass while autofocus struggles to find her face. The elderly bakery owner smiles and says softly: English subtitle: “Fresh out of the oven.” (방금 구운 거예요.) She gives a small sleepy smile and replies: English subtitle: “Thank you.” (감사합니다.) 00:06–00:09 She steps outside, takes a small bite, and smiles while warm steam escapes from the fresh bread. A bicycle passes behind her. She quietly says to herself: English subtitle: “It’s warm.” (따뜻하다.) 00:09–00:12 She continues toward a nearby stone wall, checking the time on her small wristwatch as morning sunlight reaches the street. She looks toward the camera and murmurs: English subtitle: “I’m going to be late.” (늦겠다.) 00:12–00:15 She notices the camera, laughs softly, gives a quick little wave, and walks away toward the old neighborhood. The operator accidentally points at the pavement before the recording continues. She laughs and says: English subtitle: “Bye.” (안녕.) 00:15–00:18 — Small neighborhood moment After she walks away, the camera follows her loosely. She passes an elderly local resident sweeping fallen leaves near a stone wall. They exchange a brief polite nod. The elderly resident says: English subtitle: “Good morning.” (좋은 아침이에요.) She responds naturally: English subtitle: “Good morning.” (안녕하세요.) The camera lags behind slightly. 00:18–00:21 — Autumn detail She stops beside a tiny garden and notices a few red autumn leaves caught on a bicycle basket. She gently picks one up, looks at it for a second, then puts it back. She quietly says: English subtitle: “Pretty.” (예쁘다.) The camcorder briefly loses focus. 00:21–00:24 — Old neighborhood atmosphere She continues walking past traditional houses. A small dog appears behind a low gate and watches her. She smiles and gives it a tiny wave. She softly says to the dog: English subtitle: “Hi.” (안녕.) The dog remains behind the gate. 00:24–00:27 — Bakery callback She suddenly realizes she is still holding the paper bag. She looks inside, takes another small bite of the red-bean bun, and keeps walking. She smiles and says: English subtitle: “So good.” (맛있다.) The bakery door chime can faintly be heard in the distance. 00:27–00:30 — Imperfect ending She reaches the end of the narrow lane and turns back toward the camera for one last smile. She raises her hand in a casual goodbye. She says softly: English subtitle: “See you.” (또 봐요.) The operator tries to zoom in, but the image becomes soft and shaky. The camera accidentally tilts toward the autumn sky and tiled rooftops, then down toward the pavement. Abrupt MiniDV cut to black. Audio: Natural ambience only–morning birds, footsteps on leaves, bicycle bell, distant scooter, bakery door chime, quiet conversation, paper bag rustling, soft wind, and the girl's natural Korean dialogue. Dialogue should sound spontaneous, quiet, and conversational, never like scripted acting. No music. No narration. Subtitle Style: Burned-in English subtitles for every spoken Korean line, with the original Korean dialogue immediately after the English subtitle in parentheses. Keep subtitles small, simple, white, and slightly imperfect like early consumer-video captions. No modern stylized typography, no animated captions, no text overlays other than the dialogue subtitles. Goal: A forgotten MiniDV recording from 2004, capturing an ordinary autumn morning in historic Gyeongju–quiet, nostalgic, imperfect, intimate, and completely believable.

Sharon Riley

23,599 次观看 • 1 个月前

Bitch, I do not play about eighth grade star aka opinions based girl….. yeah everybody’s laughing now, but it literally does not take away the fact that you are so fucking ugly like I had his ass blocked on my old account before I even saw this because every time he pops up on my for you page I just have to scroll because he’s so fucking ugly that it pisses me off he looks like he could be casted on Netflix and not in a good way. He seriously needs to find a new haircut because what the fuck is that middle part? and of course he’s a Nepo baby, and the best part is I just found out that he used to be fat, I bet he’s an anorexic asf lowkey all shade and that’s the only way his pathetic ass could lose weight and I know he didn’t use laxatives cause he’s definitely a bottom, the type that one bitch from White Lotus would say as a fem and NOT a butch. You can tell he wants to be Matthew from big mouth but he’s more of a Charlie from heartstopper, you can also tell that he’s never got his ass beat, well maybe once in middle school and then his white ass republican parents freaked the fuck out and got the kid suspended or some shit. Of course he’s obsessed with Diet Coke, he’s so obviously wants to be a white woman that it is embarrassing. Middle schoolers definitely go up to him and be like “oh my God you’re famous on TikTok” and he thinks he’s the shit but the rest of the population don’t give a fuck and the way his mom is a teacher…… I know that she probably yells at the fucking class for everything but really she’s just taking it out on these kids because she knows deep down that she wishes her son was like them instead of a fucking loser who makes strawberry bagels on TikTok not to mention everybody praised him for doing angel tree, bitch that’s nothing he probably just used some of his allowance money to look like a good person so y’all bitches would suck his dick. Omg in all of his fucking videos he tries to sound cute with that feminine ass voice and it gives me a secondhand embarrassment down. he thinks he’s Troye Sivan, but he will never admit that he probably listens to fucking country music and Taylor Swift so he can fit in with all of his Christian girl friends and that’s it. You can tell he peaked in high school. He was definitely the “token gay” and the homophobic straight boys loved him because he was “funny“ but it was all surface level, TikTok humor that seems funny to them. of course he reposted something about drinking on antidepressants. Just because you had a white claw and some lexapro(which explains why he used to be fat as fuck) doesn’t make you whatever a fucking vibe you’re trying to go for. He looks like he jerks off to the Lululemon maternity catalog while pretending he’s Harry Styles. I saw on TikTok that he has a girlfriend and I can’t tell if it’s just for attention or if he’s actually still dl so that his parents don’t freak the fuck out on him and he has to get a real job. This one girl posted him on TikTok, shaking his hips and drinking wine…… like who do you think you fucking are bro? like genuinely who the fuck do you think you are?🔑 he also reposted a TikTok about Lorde “looking a mess” I really don’t give a fuck if it was a joke. You have no place to be talking about somebody’s looks when he looks like that……. and y’all know what I mean, the type of guy who fucks all the dl in the room because he has zero confidence. The type of guy who has all the latest Apple products for no reason. I mean seriously he looks like he eats fucking rocks. Apparently he caused a lot of drama on TikTok (of course) and blamed his OCD like what kind of dumb ass excuse is that but then again he probably asked his mom what to say and then she sent him a script and he went with it. Somebody keeps on copying his videos and it’s pissing him off. I think it’s so hilarious…… you realize you’re just another copy and paste of every other wanna be “ influencer”. Don’t ever try coming for eighth grade start again.🔑🔑
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Bitch, I do not play about eighth grade star aka opinions based girl….. yeah everybody’s laughing now, but it literally does not take away the fact that you are so fucking ugly like I had his ass blocked on my old account before I even saw this because every time he pops up on my for you page I just have to scroll because he’s so fucking ugly that it pisses me off he looks like he could be casted on Netflix and not in a good way. He seriously needs to find a new haircut because what the fuck is that middle part? and of course he’s a Nepo baby, and the best part is I just found out that he used to be fat, I bet he’s an anorexic asf lowkey all shade and that’s the only way his pathetic ass could lose weight and I know he didn’t use laxatives cause he’s definitely a bottom, the type that one bitch from White Lotus would say as a fem and NOT a butch. You can tell he wants to be Matthew from big mouth but he’s more of a Charlie from heartstopper, you can also tell that he’s never got his ass beat, well maybe once in middle school and then his white ass republican parents freaked the fuck out and got the kid suspended or some shit. Of course he’s obsessed with Diet Coke, he’s so obviously wants to be a white woman that it is embarrassing. Middle schoolers definitely go up to him and be like “oh my God you’re famous on TikTok” and he thinks he’s the shit but the rest of the population don’t give a fuck and the way his mom is a teacher…… I know that she probably yells at the fucking class for everything but really she’s just taking it out on these kids because she knows deep down that she wishes her son was like them instead of a fucking loser who makes strawberry bagels on TikTok not to mention everybody praised him for doing angel tree, bitch that’s nothing he probably just used some of his allowance money to look like a good person so y’all bitches would suck his dick. Omg in all of his fucking videos he tries to sound cute with that feminine ass voice and it gives me a secondhand embarrassment down. he thinks he’s Troye Sivan, but he will never admit that he probably listens to fucking country music and Taylor Swift so he can fit in with all of his Christian girl friends and that’s it. You can tell he peaked in high school. He was definitely the “token gay” and the homophobic straight boys loved him because he was “funny“ but it was all surface level, TikTok humor that seems funny to them. of course he reposted something about drinking on antidepressants. Just because you had a white claw and some lexapro(which explains why he used to be fat as fuck) doesn’t make you whatever a fucking vibe you’re trying to go for. He looks like he jerks off to the Lululemon maternity catalog while pretending he’s Harry Styles. I saw on TikTok that he has a girlfriend and I can’t tell if it’s just for attention or if he’s actually still dl so that his parents don’t freak the fuck out on him and he has to get a real job. This one girl posted him on TikTok, shaking his hips and drinking wine…… like who do you think you fucking are bro? like genuinely who the fuck do you think you are?🔑 he also reposted a TikTok about Lorde “looking a mess” I really don’t give a fuck if it was a joke. You have no place to be talking about somebody’s looks when he looks like that……. and y’all know what I mean, the type of guy who fucks all the dl in the room because he has zero confidence. The type of guy who has all the latest Apple products for no reason. I mean seriously he looks like he eats fucking rocks. Apparently he caused a lot of drama on TikTok (of course) and blamed his OCD like what kind of dumb ass excuse is that but then again he probably asked his mom what to say and then she sent him a script and he went with it. Somebody keeps on copying his videos and it’s pissing him off. I think it’s so hilarious…… you realize you’re just another copy and paste of every other wanna be “ influencer”. Don’t ever try coming for eighth grade start again.🔑🔑

Travis🦋

93,592 次观看 • 6 个月前

8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20… um “It just looks like only your face is floating there…” Yay! 11 viewers, 12, 13 19, 56, 140, 262, 420, 602, 817, 1070, 1351, 1651, 1951, 2248, 2540, 2830, 3152, 3400… 4098 4406, 4731, 5060, 5390, 5708, 6006, 6340, 6690, 7021, 7410, 7776, 8061… Yay! Oh finally, Reading comments now Yayyy~ Yay! Aww~ Chan’s working so hard! You’re doing amazing! Chan-ah, keep it up, fighting! Hyung’s rooting for you I was debating whether to take my makeup off But since I already have it on, I decided to hop on live anyway Hahaha Good evening Yay It’s morning over there for you guys Ahh~ good morning~ Mmmhmm~ Yeah that’s right It’s samgyetang for sure, didn’t they say today’s the first day of the hot summer? But we’ve got Yongbok here today, so it’s fine Hmph~ I genuinely feel my stamina’s gotten way better (whistles) Whoa Wanna hear a fun little spoiler? Something’s dropping in exactly nine minutes from now a teaser image So I’ll end the stream before that comes out We went to daechumyon last time, right? Why’d we go there again…? Oh right, was it the spot we visited before? Did we get fish soup noodles? The sofa here is that exact place This is where I took photos for you guys a while back when I said I didn’t wanna work out my lower body Mmmhmm~ “If that STAY from earlier had Leebit hanging off their bag, would you act all buddy buddy with them?” Ehh, I gotta treat everyone equally Though I should’ve at least said hi, lol I just walked down the stairs to the first floor heading toward the convenience store And she zoomed past me out of nowhere, I caught sight of her She definitely saw me, no doubt about it But when I glanced back, she had tons of Bbokari keychains hanging all over her bag So I thought… “Huh, did she recognize me? Did she figure out it’s me?” But it seemed like she didn’t pick up on it at all “I bet she never imagined LeeKnow would be right there” That’s the tea Concert spoilers? Hmmmmm there’s a bit of everything, we’ve prepared loads And after running through the whole set and rehearsing everything today, I’m unbelievably exhausted lmao, like record breaking tired! (whistles ~) Mmm… Rehearsing actually felt really satisfying though It’s just way too hot I swear my shirt was soaked through with sweat after just one run through But the crowd’s energy’ll warm everyone up during the concert, haha Mmmhmm~ Someone asked if the concert’s gonna run around six hours? 😼 Then I’ll dance and sing every hour… Each song’s roughly three minutes, so I’ll chat for the other 57 minutes Sounds fun to me They said the concert dress code’s running core If you don’t wanna wear that… There’s also orange as an option If neither floats your boat Just go for a run and build up your core strength That’s literally what running core means anyway It’s 10:54 PM now Someone asked if we’re gonna spray water during the concert? (pauses to think) I’m pretty sure I’ll be soaked in sweat by then I’m gonna load up way more hairspray than usual to lock everything down tight You guys excited for Stray Kids Festival? So hyped ~~ Festivals just hit different from regular concerts y’know The most exciting spoiler from SKZ’s hints so far… “Extremely tiring” Whoa! But there’s gonna be tons of highlights Lots to look forward to, loads of fun segments too “Oppa, we have a birthday café event right? Since we’re the birthday kid’s fans, can we eat and drink there for free?” Ahh go ahead, eat all you want, send the bill to JYP 😼 hehe I heard after promotions wrap up… wait no, we’ve got another comeback right after the concert tour ends, so it’s gonna be chaotic in the best way We’re gonna be running nonstop jumping from one schedule to the next Time flies so fast, it’s already 10:56 PM I’ve been checking my watch nonstop I gotta wrap up before 11 PM I’m gonna crash straight after I shower Someone asked if I’ve thought about dyeing my hair… hair dye? I’ll consider it, just thinking about it for now Mmmhmm~ I’ll mull it over I think I heard what you were listening to earlier Fruit flies have been driving me crazy lately Not like swarms of them, just the random one popping up every now and then So I bought a fly trap to catch them I still dream every night when I sleep Mhm But up until a few weeks ago I kept waking up in the middle of the night nonstop Nowadays I sleep straight through till my alarm goes off “Has Mr. Cockroach shown up lately?” If that cockroach makes an appearance… ugh It’s 10:58 PM everyone I’m gonna be extra nice today Say a proper goodbye to all of you before signing off Like I said, something’s dropping at 11 PM “How do you catch cockroaches?” Hmph If you wanna live comfortably in that house… Mmmhmm~ I’m actually really good at catching cockroaches “Can I call you LeeKnow?”(Korean informal) Go for it, feels like everyone already does anyway (stream ends)
11:20

8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20… um “It just looks like only your face is floating there…” Yay! 11 viewers, 12, 13 19, 56, 140, 262, 420, 602, 817, 1070, 1351, 1651, 1951, 2248, 2540, 2830, 3152, 3400… 4098 4406, 4731, 5060, 5390, 5708, 6006, 6340, 6690, 7021, 7410, 7776, 8061… Yay! Oh finally, Reading comments now Yayyy~ Yay! Aww~ Chan’s working so hard! You’re doing amazing! Chan-ah, keep it up, fighting! Hyung’s rooting for you I was debating whether to take my makeup off But since I already have it on, I decided to hop on live anyway Hahaha Good evening Yay It’s morning over there for you guys Ahh~ good morning~ Mmmhmm~ Yeah that’s right It’s samgyetang for sure, didn’t they say today’s the first day of the hot summer? But we’ve got Yongbok here today, so it’s fine Hmph~ I genuinely feel my stamina’s gotten way better (whistles) Whoa Wanna hear a fun little spoiler? Something’s dropping in exactly nine minutes from now a teaser image So I’ll end the stream before that comes out We went to daechumyon last time, right? Why’d we go there again…? Oh right, was it the spot we visited before? Did we get fish soup noodles? The sofa here is that exact place This is where I took photos for you guys a while back when I said I didn’t wanna work out my lower body Mmmhmm~ “If that STAY from earlier had Leebit hanging off their bag, would you act all buddy buddy with them?” Ehh, I gotta treat everyone equally Though I should’ve at least said hi, lol I just walked down the stairs to the first floor heading toward the convenience store And she zoomed past me out of nowhere, I caught sight of her She definitely saw me, no doubt about it But when I glanced back, she had tons of Bbokari keychains hanging all over her bag So I thought… “Huh, did she recognize me? Did she figure out it’s me?” But it seemed like she didn’t pick up on it at all “I bet she never imagined LeeKnow would be right there” That’s the tea Concert spoilers? Hmmmmm there’s a bit of everything, we’ve prepared loads And after running through the whole set and rehearsing everything today, I’m unbelievably exhausted lmao, like record breaking tired! (whistles ~) Mmm… Rehearsing actually felt really satisfying though It’s just way too hot I swear my shirt was soaked through with sweat after just one run through But the crowd’s energy’ll warm everyone up during the concert, haha Mmmhmm~ Someone asked if the concert’s gonna run around six hours? 😼 Then I’ll dance and sing every hour… Each song’s roughly three minutes, so I’ll chat for the other 57 minutes Sounds fun to me They said the concert dress code’s running core If you don’t wanna wear that… There’s also orange as an option If neither floats your boat Just go for a run and build up your core strength That’s literally what running core means anyway It’s 10:54 PM now Someone asked if we’re gonna spray water during the concert? (pauses to think) I’m pretty sure I’ll be soaked in sweat by then I’m gonna load up way more hairspray than usual to lock everything down tight You guys excited for Stray Kids Festival? So hyped ~~ Festivals just hit different from regular concerts y’know The most exciting spoiler from SKZ’s hints so far… “Extremely tiring” Whoa! But there’s gonna be tons of highlights Lots to look forward to, loads of fun segments too “Oppa, we have a birthday café event right? Since we’re the birthday kid’s fans, can we eat and drink there for free?” Ahh go ahead, eat all you want, send the bill to JYP 😼 hehe I heard after promotions wrap up… wait no, we’ve got another comeback right after the concert tour ends, so it’s gonna be chaotic in the best way We’re gonna be running nonstop jumping from one schedule to the next Time flies so fast, it’s already 10:56 PM I’ve been checking my watch nonstop I gotta wrap up before 11 PM I’m gonna crash straight after I shower Someone asked if I’ve thought about dyeing my hair… hair dye? I’ll consider it, just thinking about it for now Mmmhmm~ I’ll mull it over I think I heard what you were listening to earlier Fruit flies have been driving me crazy lately Not like swarms of them, just the random one popping up every now and then So I bought a fly trap to catch them I still dream every night when I sleep Mhm But up until a few weeks ago I kept waking up in the middle of the night nonstop Nowadays I sleep straight through till my alarm goes off “Has Mr. Cockroach shown up lately?” If that cockroach makes an appearance… ugh It’s 10:58 PM everyone I’m gonna be extra nice today Say a proper goodbye to all of you before signing off Like I said, something’s dropping at 11 PM “How do you catch cockroaches?” Hmph If you wanna live comfortably in that house… Mmmhmm~ I’m actually really good at catching cockroaches “Can I call you LeeKnow?”(Korean informal) Go for it, feels like everyone already does anyway (stream ends)

LEE KNOW 리노 GLOBAL ★

31,910 次观看 • 2 个月前

Some of Mae West's Best One-liners. Mae West was a master of witty, saucy, and iconic one-liners that celebrated independence, glamour, and double entendres. Her sharpest quips covered everything from romance and wealth to living life on her own terms. • “You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” • “There are no good girls gone wrong ― just bad girls found out.” • “I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it.” • “Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from.” • “I wrote the story myself. It's about a girl who lost her reputation and never missed it.” • “Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.” • “Good sex is like good bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.” • “When I'm good, I'm very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better.” • “I'll try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure.” • “I'm single because I was born that way.” • “Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.” • “I'm no model lady. A model's just an imitation of the real thing.” • “Ladies who play with fire must remember that smoke gets in their eyes.” • “A dame that knows the ropes isn't likely to get tied up.” • “Marriage is a fine institution, but I'm not ready for an institution.” • “It's not the men in your life that matters, it's the life in your men.” • “All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else.” • “Don't cry for a man who's left you ― the next one may fall for your smile.” • “Sex is an emotion in motion.” • “I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it.” • “Cultivate your curves - they may be dangerous but they won't be avoided.” • “Those who are easily shocked should be shocked more often.” • “Too much of a good thing can be wonderful!” • “I never worry about diets. The only carrots that interest me are the number you get in a diamond.” • “It is better to be looked over than overlooked.” • “I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.” • “Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly.” • “Don't keep a man guessing too long ― he's sure to find the answer somewhere else” • “You are never too old to become younger!” • “Love thy neighbor ― and if he happens to be tall, debonair and devastating, it will be that much easier.” “Women like a man with a past, but they prefer a man with a present.” • “He who hesitates is a damned fool.” • “Look your best ― who said love is blind? ” • “His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.” • “A woman in love can't be reasonable ― or she probably wouldn't be in love.” • “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” • “To err is human ― but it feels divine.” • “I have found men who didn't know how to kiss. I've always found time to teach them.” • “If a little is great, and a lot is better, then way too much is just about right!” • “Men are my hobby, if I ever got married I'd have to give it up.” • “Getting married is like trading in the adoration of many for the sarcasm of one.” • “When women go wrong, men go right after them.” • “The curve is more powerful than the sword.” • “Good women are no fun... The only good woman I can recall in history was Betsy Ross. And all she ever made was a flag.” • “I've no time for broads who want to rule the world alone. Without men, who'd do up the zipper on the back of your dress? ” • “I never loved another person the way I loved myself.” • “Love conquers all things except poverty and toothache.” • “The score never interested me, only the game.” • “Keep a diary and one day it'll keep you.” • “She's the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success wrong by wrong.” • JUDGE: “Are you trying to show contempt for this court?” MAE WEST: “I was doin' my best to hide it.” • “Women with pasts interest men because they hope history will repeat itself.” • “I've been things and seen places.” • “I only read biographies, metaphysics and psychology. I can dream up my own fiction.” • “I'm a woman of very few words, but lots of action.” • “An ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises.” • “One more drink and I'll be under the host.” • “A man’s kiss is his signature.” • “Everyone has the right to run his own life ― even if you're heading for a crash. What I'm against is blind flying.” • “Love isn't an emotion or an instinct - it's an art.” • “No one can have everything, so you have to try for what you want most.” • “Love is like a booger, you pick and pick at it. Then when you get it you wonder how to get rid of it.” • “I've been in more laps than a napkin.” • “I see you're a man with ideals. I better be going before you've still got them.” • “It's all right for a perfect stranger to kiss your hand as long as he's perfect.” • “Don't marry a man to reform him ― that's what reform schools are for.” • “I saw what a mess a lot of people could make of their lives when they're smitten. Some of them go temporarily insane. They find a person who they think holds the key to their happiness ― the only key to their happiness... My work has always been my greatest happiness” • “It isn't what I do, but how I do it. It isn't what I say, but how I say it, and how I look when I do it and say it.” • “The best way to hold a man is in your arms.” • “A hard man is good to find.” • “I didn't discover curves; I only uncovered them.” • “You may admire a girl's curves on the first introduction, but the second meeting shows up new angles.” • “Goodness, what beautiful diamonds!' ― 'Goodness had nothing to do with it'.” • “Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home, I'm tired.” • “If I had known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself.” • “A man in the house is worth two on the street.” • “Men are all alike ― except the one you've met who's different.” • “Brains are an asset, if you hide them.” • “I only like two kinds of men, domestic and imported.” • “I've been rich and I've been poor, and rich is better.” • “You can do what you want, but saving love doesn't bring any interest.” • Woman: “You certainly know the way to a man's heart.” Mae West: “Funny, too, 'cause I don't know how to cook.” • “When in doubt, take a bath...” • “Sex with love is the greatest thing in life. But sex without love — that's not so bad either.” • “What's the good of resisting temptation? There'll always be more.” • “If I can't have a man with a million dollars, I'll have a million men with one dollar.” • “Gentlemen prefer blondes, but who says blondes prefer gentlemen?” • “Whenever I have to choose between two evils, I always like to try the one I haven't tried before” • “An ounce of performance is worth a pound of promises.” • “Don’t ever make the same mistake twice, unless it pays.” MAE WEST
2:11

Some of Mae West's Best One-liners. Mae West was a master of witty, saucy, and iconic one-liners that celebrated independence, glamour, and double entendres. Her sharpest quips covered everything from romance and wealth to living life on her own terms. • “You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” • “There are no good girls gone wrong ― just bad girls found out.” • “I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it.” • “Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from.” • “I wrote the story myself. It's about a girl who lost her reputation and never missed it.” • “Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.” • “Good sex is like good bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.” • “When I'm good, I'm very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better.” • “I'll try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure.” • “I'm single because I was born that way.” • “Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.” • “I'm no model lady. A model's just an imitation of the real thing.” • “Ladies who play with fire must remember that smoke gets in their eyes.” • “A dame that knows the ropes isn't likely to get tied up.” • “Marriage is a fine institution, but I'm not ready for an institution.” • “It's not the men in your life that matters, it's the life in your men.” • “All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else.” • “Don't cry for a man who's left you ― the next one may fall for your smile.” • “Sex is an emotion in motion.” • “I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it.” • “Cultivate your curves - they may be dangerous but they won't be avoided.” • “Those who are easily shocked should be shocked more often.” • “Too much of a good thing can be wonderful!” • “I never worry about diets. The only carrots that interest me are the number you get in a diamond.” • “It is better to be looked over than overlooked.” • “I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.” • “Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly.” • “Don't keep a man guessing too long ― he's sure to find the answer somewhere else” • “You are never too old to become younger!” • “Love thy neighbor ― and if he happens to be tall, debonair and devastating, it will be that much easier.” “Women like a man with a past, but they prefer a man with a present.” • “He who hesitates is a damned fool.” • “Look your best ― who said love is blind? ” • “His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.” • “A woman in love can't be reasonable ― or she probably wouldn't be in love.” • “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” • “To err is human ― but it feels divine.” • “I have found men who didn't know how to kiss. I've always found time to teach them.” • “If a little is great, and a lot is better, then way too much is just about right!” • “Men are my hobby, if I ever got married I'd have to give it up.” • “Getting married is like trading in the adoration of many for the sarcasm of one.” • “When women go wrong, men go right after them.” • “The curve is more powerful than the sword.” • “Good women are no fun... The only good woman I can recall in history was Betsy Ross. And all she ever made was a flag.” • “I've no time for broads who want to rule the world alone. Without men, who'd do up the zipper on the back of your dress? ” • “I never loved another person the way I loved myself.” • “Love conquers all things except poverty and toothache.” • “The score never interested me, only the game.” • “Keep a diary and one day it'll keep you.” • “She's the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success wrong by wrong.” • JUDGE: “Are you trying to show contempt for this court?” MAE WEST: “I was doin' my best to hide it.” • “Women with pasts interest men because they hope history will repeat itself.” • “I've been things and seen places.” • “I only read biographies, metaphysics and psychology. I can dream up my own fiction.” • “I'm a woman of very few words, but lots of action.” • “An ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises.” • “One more drink and I'll be under the host.” • “A man’s kiss is his signature.” • “Everyone has the right to run his own life ― even if you're heading for a crash. What I'm against is blind flying.” • “Love isn't an emotion or an instinct - it's an art.” • “No one can have everything, so you have to try for what you want most.” • “Love is like a booger, you pick and pick at it. Then when you get it you wonder how to get rid of it.” • “I've been in more laps than a napkin.” • “I see you're a man with ideals. I better be going before you've still got them.” • “It's all right for a perfect stranger to kiss your hand as long as he's perfect.” • “Don't marry a man to reform him ― that's what reform schools are for.” • “I saw what a mess a lot of people could make of their lives when they're smitten. Some of them go temporarily insane. They find a person who they think holds the key to their happiness ― the only key to their happiness... My work has always been my greatest happiness” • “It isn't what I do, but how I do it. It isn't what I say, but how I say it, and how I look when I do it and say it.” • “The best way to hold a man is in your arms.” • “A hard man is good to find.” • “I didn't discover curves; I only uncovered them.” • “You may admire a girl's curves on the first introduction, but the second meeting shows up new angles.” • “Goodness, what beautiful diamonds!' ― 'Goodness had nothing to do with it'.” • “Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home, I'm tired.” • “If I had known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself.” • “A man in the house is worth two on the street.” • “Men are all alike ― except the one you've met who's different.” • “Brains are an asset, if you hide them.” • “I only like two kinds of men, domestic and imported.” • “I've been rich and I've been poor, and rich is better.” • “You can do what you want, but saving love doesn't bring any interest.” • Woman: “You certainly know the way to a man's heart.” Mae West: “Funny, too, 'cause I don't know how to cook.” • “When in doubt, take a bath...” • “Sex with love is the greatest thing in life. But sex without love — that's not so bad either.” • “What's the good of resisting temptation? There'll always be more.” • “If I can't have a man with a million dollars, I'll have a million men with one dollar.” • “Gentlemen prefer blondes, but who says blondes prefer gentlemen?” • “Whenever I have to choose between two evils, I always like to try the one I haven't tried before” • “An ounce of performance is worth a pound of promises.” • “Don’t ever make the same mistake twice, unless it pays.” MAE WEST

Hollywood Golden Age of Cinema

30,093 次观看 • 1 个月前