Arts & Humanities - 14 July 2006

2006-07-14 07:30:51 · 3 answers · asked by Pauline P 1 in Books & Authors

2006-07-14 07:28:50 · 21 answers · asked by doll 1 in Philosophy

this was related to my lifes journey. i had the option of own business & job under an organisation. but i prefered the former. but after so many years i realised i am wrong. so next alternate was the latter one. but years were so long nobody is ready to give job in the same line. some one says change the job. but how after so many years?

2006-07-14 07:26:23 · 10 answers · asked by Sunil B 1 in Philosophy

2006-07-14 07:25:16 · 1 answers · asked by Jay 1 in Theater & Acting

2006-07-14 07:22:21 · 22 answers · asked by bongo 1 in Philosophy

I must admit, maybe my research on programs has not forwarded me the right program for me that gives me the options and quality that I find I get with my own processing/darkroom work. So please give me your opinions of which programs you find to be the most successful in creating photos that give you the quality of an exceptional photograph that you are proud of and know shows your artistic side of being a photographer. And to the gentleman who opened my eyes to the possibility of using a digital camera and having the ability to create an artistic product that I would be proud to show, thank you! I only have 10 yrs more experience then you, however, I started with a manual Nikon, and found that my ability to create my artistic photographs was most satisfying. I am with the times and have been working with digital for sometime now and I agree with you on your statement regarding being a professional. It is not the camera or equipment you use, it is the individual. I to have awards

2006-07-14 07:18:15 · 2 answers · asked by ange1ica1 1 in Photography

Is there anyone out there who would like to join either my amateur writers' forum or literary circle or even both? I recommend my amateur writers' forum only for writers who would like to talk about the technical part of writing or discuss ideas concerning plots and characters. As for poets and literary critics and everyone else who deals with other branches of writing and literature I would recommend my literary circle. Put here a yes or a me as an answer to get your 2 points then click on the links to join my groups on yahoo!
http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/amateurwritersforum
http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/darcysliterarycircle
When I have 3 members besides myself I'll start to post to the groups.

2006-07-14 07:17:29 · 10 answers · asked by Iseult 4 in Books & Authors

....that would refuse to start up :)

I recently discovered that's how she actually begins tuning up her voice in the very beginning, before continuing with her famous songs! It was the crack of dawn...most of the world yet not awakened...when I suddenly got a glimpse of hers conducting those inharmonic rituals :)

Do you have a similar incident to add to this?

2006-07-14 07:17:25 · 1 answers · asked by rsintheatre 2 in Philosophy

2006-07-14 07:15:12 · 13 answers · asked by hokmanzone 1 in Philosophy

2006-07-14 07:14:47 · 8 answers · asked by hokmanzone 1 in Philosophy

2006-07-14 07:14:09 · 27 answers · asked by sup yo 5 in Books & Authors

This is an end-of-life Question that depends on your formal or informal philosophy of living and death.

2006-07-14 07:11:18 · 22 answers · asked by Anonymous in Philosophy

i'm going to learn how to play the guitar pretty soon and i've been writing down ideas for songs and stuff. but once i've mastered the guitar how do i get a record deal?

2006-07-14 07:09:25 · 6 answers · asked by AAR fan 3 in Performing Arts

Isn't confession in a catholic church a sort of redemption vending machine.

After each confession, a person's moral record with god is cleared, he/she could go back to the world to break the 10 commandmants again,
i.e. until the next visit to the confessional box.

Shouldn't the church impose a limit, like speeding, etc, so that if say, there's been more than 10
moral infringements, the sinner will never gain entry to heaven. Just like having one's driving permit revoked for repeated traffic infringements.

It is much more sensible and functional. For it makes one think twice before committing any further sin which might bar one forever entry to god's domain in the event of non-compliance.

2006-07-14 07:08:14 · 15 answers · asked by Anonymous in Philosophy

I find them mediocre at best. Not worth all the hype.

2006-07-14 07:08:13 · 15 answers · asked by teh_sexi_hotttie 4 in Books & Authors

2006-07-14 07:06:45 · 9 answers · asked by hokmanzone 1 in History

Please add this adjectival clause *"because each person has unique DNA & life experience from the moment of conception"

2006-07-14 07:05:38 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous in Philosophy

A while back I wrote a short story titled "The Suitcase" those who read it claimed to love it, and encouraged me to enter somewhere. It is about a teen looking forward to a summer camp in order to avoid her family. Then she discovers her parents have been planning for a cross-country trip instead! She is furious, and to top it off her picture perfect cousin is tagging along. She brings along a beautiful suitcase and plans to record her terrible trip. In the end.... well, you'll see! Would you read it? I'll post the first page or so, I don't want to bore you!

It was the last day of 7th grade and I glanced, satisfied, at my straight ‘A’ final report card. I liked to excel. Now I was definitely going to Riverwood Summer Camp. It was one full week of hands-on advanced classes, swimming and away from my annoying family. It was heaven, especially to a 13 year old.
When I walked through our front door my younger brother Bradley was sitting on the couch eating Doritos. He was 11, annoying, and hideously covered in orange cheese. I wrinkled my nose disdainfully and Bradley threw the greasy bag at me. It landed square in the middle of my white shirt, spewing orange dust all over.
“You disgusting little beast!” I shrieked and pounced on him. Then, (of course) my mother walked in.
“Arielle Raven Palmer! What have you done?” I frantically described in vain what had happened. Mom just sighed and said, “Let me see your report cards, both of you.”
My mother’s green eyes showed her delight while reading my outstanding grades and her slight satisfaction at Bradley’s.
“You got your Social Studies grade up! Great! Oh, look 3 A’s! Reading, Math and Science! Wow, Bradley!” It must have been hard for her to have two kids with completely different goals, but the only thing I could think about was my glorious trip to Riverwood.
I sprinted up the stairs into my marigold yellow room. I lay back on my bed and began singing
“Riverwood, Riverwood, I’m going to Riverwood for AN ENTIRE WEEK!!!!” over and over until Bradley yelled,
“Shut up!” and threw something at my closed door.
Too happy to be disturbed, I pulled a beautiful suitcase out of my closet. It had been a gift from some great-aunt for my birthday a few months ago. I had planned to use it for my Riverwood trip as long as I had had it in my possession.
The suitcase was a light blue and very antique looking with silver hatches. It wasn’t very big but could hold my things because it had a gray netting to hold extra clothes. On the bottom of the inside of the case there was a red star. I had discovered that when you twisted and pushed on the star, it revealed a secret compartment!
On the top of the suitcase in dark blue paint I had written: A.R.P.
“Just like on old-fashioned suitcases.” I thought with a smile. As a naïve teenager I had entertained myself by imagining someone years from then finding my mysterious suitcase. Little did I know I would go on my own adventure with the suitcase?
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” I bellowed cheerfully.
“Hey, Sweetie?” mom entered timidly entered my room.
“Hi Mom!” I said as I packed a light purple skirt and white tank top into my suitcase.
“Arielle, we need to talk.” She said gravely.
“About Bradley? It’s not my fault! He threw-“ but I was cut off.
“Not that, Arielle…” she sighed and I jumped back into the conversation.
“I can tutor him if you want…?” I knew Mom could get touchy about Bradley’s grades.
“No. It’s not about Bradley. It’s about the summer. And you thinking about going to camp.” I could feel my face fall and the giddiness drain from my body.
“What? I don’t understand.” I murmured.
“Arielle, we can’t afford to send you to Riverwood. We’ve decided to go on a cross-country trip as a family.”

2006-07-14 06:59:25 · 12 answers · asked by ~S~ is for Stephanie! 6 in Books & Authors

I just don't know where to start... I've looked up colleges... and yes, i will start young... next year is my first year of highschool, but i've been dancing since i was 2. i know every kind of dancing, and i'm hoping to become a dance choreographer. it's my dream. I make up dances for our cheerleading squad because one highschooler (who's in college now) used to but my coach liked my dances so much she used mine.colleges? places?

2006-07-14 06:59:10 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous in Dancing

I have been painting for 2 years using mixed medium, mainly landscapes and seascapes. I will be attending college in September to gain a certificate OCN 1 as I feel this may open up opportunites to display my work. Do you think it will help? Also do you know of any good sites where others can view my paintings?

2006-07-14 06:58:40 · 10 answers · asked by lolo 1 in Painting

in ur own words

2006-07-14 06:56:40 · 12 answers · asked by Thewall 3 in Philosophy

I'm in an American Lit class & my text continually states that Emerson is the greatest writer in American history. My personal opinion is that Nathaniel Hawthorne (particularly Young Goodman Brown and The Scarlet Letter) are far greater works than Emerson's. Your thoughts, and why?

2006-07-14 06:55:50 · 8 answers · asked by Mim 2 in Books & Authors

That is to say where are you the happiest at being?

2006-07-14 06:54:07 · 19 answers · asked by Anonymous in Philosophy

music and dance

2006-07-14 06:50:29 · 7 answers · asked by maesluv2u 1 in Dancing

2006-07-14 06:49:47 · 9 answers · asked by skittleshavana 2 in Drawing & Illustration

I am purchasing books and I can't see to find any western themed glbt novels. I'm more interested in the protagonist(s) being female.

2006-07-14 06:48:50 · 1 answers · asked by dgerardlarsen 1 in Books & Authors

This is a question without alot of info to help solve it. 30 plus years ago I heard a story was something like a twilight zone ,hitchcock presents, orsen wells, outer limits type of format. I dont think it was TV show I think I read it or listened to it. The story was about a kid ( I think) who ran away from home and hide in a home under construction. It was night when he was there after a while he heard voices and stays hidden not wanting to get caught for being in the house. Not seeing who it was on the other side of the wall he overhears a conversation about a bank robbery or some sort of crime and how the big boss was coming to the house more guys show up to the home underconstruction the story goes on. The big surprise was that the voices he heard were talking squirells that kept getting bigger and bigger in size. Anyway the story goes something like that I heard something that reminded me of it and am i going nuts trying to figure out where i heeard the story ..

2006-07-14 06:47:46 · 3 answers · asked by JJR 1 in Books & Authors

2006-07-14 06:45:32 · 12 answers · asked by Sick Puppy 7 in Philosophy

I'm a tenor but when I go to sing the very top notes of my range, I have to shout them or I will go into falsetto. How do I learn to sing these notes without shouting them?

2006-07-14 06:45:26 · 13 answers · asked by Justin 4 in Performing Arts

A while back I wrote a short story titled "The Suitcase" those who read it claimed to love it, and encouraged me to enter somewhere. It is about a teen looking forward to a summer camp in order to avoid her family. Then she discovers her parents have been planning for a cross-country trip instead! She is furious, and to top it off her picture perfect cousin is tagging along. She brings along a beautiful suitcase and plans to record her terrible trip. In the end.... well, you'll see! Would you read it? I'll post the first page or so, I don't want to bore you!

It was the last day of 7th grade and I glanced, satisfied, at my straight ‘A’ final report card. I liked to excel. Now I was definitely going to Riverwood Summer Camp. It was one full week of hands-on advanced classes, swimming and away from my annoying family. It was heaven, especially to a 13 year old.
When I walked through our front door my younger brother Bradley was sitting on the couch eating Doritos. He was 11, annoying, and hideously covered in orange cheese. I wrinkled my nose disdainfully and Bradley threw the greasy bag at me. It landed square in the middle of my white shirt, spewing orange dust all over.
“You disgusting little beast!” I shrieked and pounced on him. Then, (of course) my mother walked in.
“Arielle Raven Palmer! What have you done?” I frantically described in vain what had happened. Mom just sighed and said, “Let me see your report cards, both of you.”
My mother’s green eyes showed her delight while reading my outstanding grades and her slight satisfaction at Bradley’s.
“You got your Social Studies grade up! Great! Oh, look 3 A’s! Reading, Math and Science! Wow, Bradley!” It must have been hard for her to have two kids with completely different goals, but the only thing I could think about was my glorious trip to Riverwood.
I sprinted up the stairs into my marigold yellow room. I lay back on my bed and began singing
“Riverwood, Riverwood, I’m going to Riverwood for AN ENTIRE WEEK!!!!” over and over until Bradley yelled,
“Shut up!” and threw something at my closed door.
Too happy to be disturbed, I pulled a beautiful suitcase out of my closet. It had been a gift from some great-aunt for my birthday a few months ago. I had planned to use it for my Riverwood trip as long as I had had it in my possession.
The suitcase was a light blue and very antique looking with silver hatches. It wasn’t very big but could hold my things because it had a gray netting to hold extra clothes. On the bottom of the inside of the case there was a red star. I had discovered that when you twisted and pushed on the star, it revealed a secret compartment!
On the top of the suitcase in dark blue paint I had written: A.R.P.
“Just like on old-fashioned suitcases.” I thought with a smile. As a naïve teenager I had entertained myself by imagining someone years from then finding my mysterious suitcase. Little did I know I would go on my own adventure with the suitcase?
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” I bellowed cheerfully.
“Hey, Sweetie?” mom entered timidly entered my room.
“Hi Mom!” I said as I packed a light purple skirt and white tank top into my suitcase.
“Arielle, we need to talk.” She said gravely.
“About Bradley? It’s not my fault! He threw-“ but I was cut off.
“Not that, Arielle…” she sighed and I jumped back into the conversation.
“I can tutor him if you want…?” I knew Mom could get touchy about Bradley’s grades.
“No. It’s not about Bradley. It’s about the summer. And you thinking about going to camp.” I could feel my face fall and the giddiness drain from my body.
“What? I don’t understand.” I murmured.
“Arielle, we can’t afford to send you to Riverwood. We’ve decided to go on a cross-country trip as a family.”

2006-07-14 06:44:15 · 4 answers · asked by ~S~ is for Stephanie! 6 in Books & Authors