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woman dating older man More Cuba, Dec 2011 - 066 suit dress
woman dating older man More Cuba, Dec 2011 - 066 suit dress
woman dating older man Another example of a common scene in Havana: watching life go by, from a second-story balcony... This is a second set of a couple hundred photos taken in Havana, Cuba in December 2011. The first set, which included what I felt were the best 100 photos of the 3500+ images, was uploaded earlier. You can find it .flickr/photos/yourdon/sets/72157628422219911/\"here on Flickr. Note: this photo was published in a Jan 11, 2011 blog titled \".aicreate/nice-designer-jeans-photos-29/\" Nice Designer Jeans photos.\" Unless I\'m sadly mistaken, the young woman in this photo is wearing shorts, not jeans ... but who am I to tell? *********************** As I suggested in my first set of Cuba photos on Flickr, the notion of traveling to en.wikipedia/wiki/Cuba\" Cuba is -- at least for many Americans today -- probably like that of traveling to North Korea. It\'s off-limits, forbidden by the government -- and frankly, why would anyone bother? But for someone like me, who spent his childhood in the Cold War era of the 1950s, and who went off to college just after Castro took power, and just before the Bay of Pigs and the Cuban missile crisis, the notion of traveling to Cuba has entirely different overtones. And yet Cuba is only 90 miles away from Key West (as we were reminded so often in the 1960s), and its climate is presumably no different than a dozen of Caribbean islands I\'ve visited over the years. Numerous friends have made quasi-legal trips to Cuba over the years, flying in from Canada or Mexico, and they\'ve all returned with fabulous pictures and great stories of a vibrant, colorful country. So, when the folks at the .santafeworkshops/\" Santa Fe Photographic Workshops sent out a notice in November 2011, announcing a series of photo workshops in Havana, we couldn\'t resist the temptation to sign up. Getting into Cuba turned out to be trivial: an overnight stay in Miami, a 45-minute chartered flight operated by American Airlines, and customs/immigration formalities that turned out to be cursory or non-existent. By mid-afternoon, our group was checked into the Parque Central Hotel in downtown Havana -- where the rooms were spacious, the service was friendly, the food was reasonably tasty, the rum was delicious, and the Internet was … well, slow and expensive. We had been warned that that some of our American conveniences -- like credit cards -- would not be available, and we were prepared for a fairly spartan week. But no matter how prepared we might have been intellectually, it takes a while to adjust to a land with no Skype, no Blackberry service, no iPhone service, no phone-based Twitter, Facebook, or Google+. I was perfectly happy that there were no Burger Kings, no Pizza Huts, no Wendys, no Starbuck\'s, and MacDonalds. There was Coke (classic), but no Diet Coke (or Coke Light). There were also no police sirens, no ambulance sirens, and no church bells. There were no iPods, and consequently no evidence of people plugged into their music via the thin white earplugs that Apple supplies with their devices. No iPads, no Kindles, no Nooks, no … well, you get the picture. (It\'s also worth noting that, with U.S. tourists now beginning to enter the country in larger numbers, Cuba seems to be on the cusp of a \"modern\" invasion; if I come back here in a couple years, I fully expect to see Kentucky Fried Chicken outlets on every corner.) But there were lots of friendly people in Havana, crowding the streets, peering out of windows and doorways, laughing and shouting and waving at friends and strangers alike. Everyone was well-dressed in clean clothes (the evidence of which could be seen in the endless lines of clothing hanging from laundry lines strung from wall to wall, everywhere); but there were no designer jeans, no fancy shoes, no heavy jewelry, and no sign of ostentatious clothing of any kind. Like some other developing countries, the people were sometimes a little too friendly -- constantly offering a taxi ride, a pedicab ride, a small exchange of the \"official\" currency (convertible pesos, or \"cuqs\") for the \"local\" currency (pesos), a great meal or a great drink at a nearby restaurant or bar, a haircut, a manicure, or just a little … umm, well, friendship (offers for which ran the gamut of \"señor\" to \"amigo\" to \"my friend\"). On the street, you often felt you were in the land of the hustle; but if you smiled, shook your head, and politely said, \"no,\" people generally smiled and back off. As for the photography: well, I was in one of three different workshop groups, each of which had roughly a dozen participants. The three dozen individual photographers were well equipped with all of the latest Nikon and Canon gear, and they generally focused on a handful of subjects: buildings and architecture, ballet practice sessions, cockfights, boxing matches, rodeos, fishing villages, old cars, interiors of people\'s homes, street scenes, and people. Lots of people. As in every other part of the world I\'ve visited, the people were the most interesting. We saw young and old, men and women, boisterous children, grizzled elders, police officers, bus drivers, and people of almost every conceivable race. The streets were clean, though not spotless; and the streets were jammed, with bicycles and motorbikes and pedi-cabs, taxis, buses, horse-and-carriages, pedestrians, dogs (
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woman dating older man Another example of a common scene in Havana: watching life go by, from a second-story balcony... This is a second set of a couple hundred photos taken in Havana, Cuba in December 2011. The first set, which included what I felt were the best 100 photos of the 3500+ images, was uploaded earlier. You can find it .flickr/photos/yourdon/sets/72157628422219911/\"here on Flickr. Note: this photo was published in a Jan 11, 2011 blog titled \".aicreate/nice-designer-jeans-photos-29/\" Nice Designer Jeans photos.\" Unless I\'m sadly mistaken, the young woman in this photo is wearing shorts, not jeans ... but who am I to tell? *********************** As I suggested in my first set of Cuba photos on Flickr, the notion of traveling to en.wikipedia/wiki/Cuba\" Cuba is -- at least for many Americans today -- probably like that of traveling to North Korea. It\'s off-limits, forbidden by the government -- and frankly, why would anyone bother? But for someone like me, who spent his childhood in the Cold War era of the 1950s, and who went off to college just after Castro took power, and just before the Bay of Pigs and the Cuban missile crisis, the notion of traveling to Cuba has entirely different overtones. And yet Cuba is only 90 miles away from Key West (as we were reminded so often in the 1960s), and its climate is presumably no different than a dozen of Caribbean islands I\'ve visited over the years. Numerous friends have made quasi-legal trips to Cuba over the years, flying in from Canada or Mexico, and they\'ve all returned with fabulous pictures and great stories of a vibrant, colorful country. So, when the folks at the .santafeworkshops/\" Santa Fe Photographic Workshops sent out a notice in November 2011, announcing a series of photo workshops in Havana, we couldn\'t resist the temptation to sign up. Getting into Cuba turned out to be trivial: an overnight stay in Miami, a 45-minute chartered flight operated by American Airlines, and customs/immigration formalities that turned out to be cursory or non-existent. By mid-afternoon, our group was checked into the Parque Central Hotel in downtown Havana -- where the rooms were spacious, the service was friendly, the food was reasonably tasty, the rum was delicious, and the Internet was … well, slow and expensive. We had been warned that that some of our American conveniences -- like credit cards -- would not be available, and we were prepared for a fairly spartan week. But no matter how prepared we might have been intellectually, it takes a while to adjust to a land with no Skype, no Blackberry service, no iPhone service, no phone-based Twitter, Facebook, or Google+. I was perfectly happy that there were no Burger Kings, no Pizza Huts, no Wendys, no Starbuck\'s, and MacDonalds. There was Coke (classic), but no Diet Coke (or Coke Light). There were also no police sirens, no ambulance sirens, and no church bells. There were no iPods, and consequently no evidence of people plugged into their music via the thin white earplugs that Apple supplies with their devices. No iPads, no Kindles, no Nooks, no … well, you get the picture. (It\'s also worth noting that, with U.S. tourists now beginning to enter the country in larger numbers, Cuba seems to be on the cusp of a \"modern\" invasion; if I come back here in a couple years, I fully expect to see Kentucky Fried Chicken outlets on every corner.) But there were lots of friendly people in Havana, crowding the streets, peering out of windows and doorways, laughing and shouting and waving at friends and strangers alike. Everyone was well-dressed in clean clothes (the evidence of which could be seen in the endless lines of clothing hanging from laundry lines strung from wall to wall, everywhere); but there were no designer jeans, no fancy shoes, no heavy jewelry, and no sign of ostentatious clothing of any kind. Like some other developing countries, the people were sometimes a little too friendly -- constantly offering a taxi ride, a pedicab ride, a small exchange of the \"official\" currency (convertible pesos, or \"cuqs\") for the \"local\" currency (pesos), a great meal or a great drink at a nearby restaurant or bar, a haircut, a manicure, or just a little … umm, well, friendship (offers for which ran the gamut of \"señor\" to \"amigo\" to \"my friend\"). On the street, you often felt you were in the land of the hustle; but if you smiled, shook your head, and politely said, \"no,\" people generally smiled and back off. As for the photography: well, I was in one of three different workshop groups, each of which had roughly a dozen participants. The three dozen individual photographers were well equipped with all of the latest Nikon and Canon gear, and they generally focused on a handful of subjects: buildings and architecture, ballet practice sessions, cockfights, boxing matches, rodeos, fishing villages, old cars, interiors of people\'s homes, street scenes, and people. Lots of people. As in every other part of the world I\'ve visited, the people were the most interesting. We saw young and old, men and women, boisterous children, grizzled elders, police officers, bus drivers, and people of almost every conceivable race. The streets were clean, though not spotless; and the streets were jammed, with bicycles and motorbikes and pedi-cabs, taxis, buses, horse-and-carriages, pedestrians, dogs (
Thursday, January 5, 2012
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Wednesday, January 4, 2012
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hot gossip chat Yesterday was a Bank Holiday, so plenty of DIY. Today is another kind of holiday - I\'m on a training course. Oh if only that were (the holiday part). Get up at the same time as usual (0510) to catch a train into London. Then have to spend most of the day listening and thinking - no desk skiving, no gossip and idle chat. Finished at 5, almost an hour and a half later than I would normally leave the office. And then I get to battle more tubes and another train to meet H at a hotel near the office. My training course today was on relational databases. Not that I haven\'t worked with them for 14 years. However, I was never
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hot gossip chat Yesterday was a Bank Holiday, so plenty of DIY. Today is another kind of holiday - I\'m on a training course. Oh if only that were (the holiday part). Get up at the same time as usual (0510) to catch a train into London. Then have to spend most of the day listening and thinking - no desk skiving, no gossip and idle chat. Finished at 5, almost an hour and a half later than I would normally leave the office. And then I get to battle more tubes and another train to meet H at a hotel near the office. My training course today was on relational databases. Not that I haven\'t worked with them for 14 years. However, I was never
Monday, January 2, 2012
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headline actress picture Evelyn Keyes 1916 - 2008 thong
headline actress picture Evelyn Keyes, actress in \'Gone With the Wind,\' dies in California at 91 LOS ANGELES: Evelyn Keyes, who played Scarlett O\'Hara\'s younger sister Suellen in \"Gone With the Wind\" and counted director John Huston and bandleader Artie Shaw among her famous husbands, has died. She was 91. The actress died July 4 of uterine cancer at her home in Montecito, near Santa Barbara, producer and close friend Allan Glaser said Friday. Glaser said the news was withheld because lawyers wanted to wait until the death certificate was filed. Keyes\' personal life often overshadowed her acting career. Besides her often turbulent marriages to Shaw and directors Huston and Charles Vidor, she lived with the flamboyant producer Mike Todd for three years during his preparation and filming of \"Around the World in 80 Days.\" She played a cameo role in the movie and helped on publicity. Todd sent her to the premiere in Caracas, then called her abruptly from Paris with this message: \"Listen, I have to tell you. I\'ve fallen in love with Elizabeth (Taylor).\" \"Oh well, nothing lasts forever,\" she philosophized in 1977. \"The good part was that I invested all my money in \'Around the World in 80 Days,\' and that set me up for life.\" Keyes gave a frank account of her romances and marriages in her 1977 autobiography, \"Scarlett O\'Hara\'s Younger Sister.\" Her role in the 1939 classic led to a contract at Columbia Pictures and stardom. Among her notable roles: as Robert Montgomery\'s lover in \"Here Comes Mr. Jordan\" (1941), the Ruby Keeler role as Al Jolson\'s wife in \"The Jolson Story\" (1946), and as Dick Powell\'s wife in \"Mrs. Mike\" (1949). She also starred in B pictures that were later praised by movie critics as prime examples of film noir: \"Johnny O\'Clock\" (1947), \"The Killer That Stalked New York\" (1950), \"The Prowler\" (1951), \"99 River Street\" (1953) and \"The Big Combo\" (1955). Keyes\' marriages and divorces made her the darling of gossip columns and fan magazines. Her first marriage, to a handsome Englishman and heavy drinker named Barton Bainbridge, ended in headlines when he fatally shot himself during a separation. Vidor, a handsome Hungarian who directed her first Columbia film, \"The Lady in Question,\" became romantically involved with Keyes, though both were married at the time. When her husband committed suicide and Vidor\'s wife, actress Karen Morley, divorced him, Vidor and Keyes married. The marriage ended two years later when she discovered he was unfaithful to her as well. Husband No. 3 was Huston. She was impressed when they met at a Hollywood dinner party, and more impressed when he took her afterward to his Tarzana horse ranch and made no effort to seduce her. Their marriage in 1946 led to an adventurous life. Just one of the examples she recalled in 1971 involved Huston returning home from the 1949 film \"We Were Strangers,\" with a gift from actress Jennifer Jones, a pet chimpanzee. \"The chimp fell in love with John, and he brought it home to live with us in our all-white apartment.\" David Niven wrote in his memoir \"Bring on the Empty Horses\" that Keyes became exasperated at the non-housebroken animal and issued an ultimatum: \"One of us has to go. It\'s the monkey or me.\" According to Niven, Huston replied, \"Honey, it\'s you.\" Keyes reported in her own memoir that it was the chimp that got the boot. The Huston marriage did end in 1950, however, and Keyes sought analysis to recover from the failure. Her conclusion: \"I was always looking for the same man â€" a strong father figure.\" Keyes\' marriage to Shaw in 1957 seemed to follow the same pattern. He had given up his brilliant career as a clarinetist and bandleader and had been seeking intellectual challenges. Shaw played Henry Higgins to her Eliza Doolittle, giving her a new name, Keri, introducing her to literature and leading her on his world travels. For a time they lived in Spain. After several years she tired of his dominance and they separated. They divorced in 1985. After Shaw died in 2004 at age 94, she battled in court for a share of his estate, saying he had promised it to her. A jury backed her in 2006, but the executor of the estate vowed to appeal. Keyes was born in Port Arthur, Texas, in 1916, according to state birth records; some references give a later year. She grew up fatherless and poor in Atlanta. A glowing blond beauty with an alluring figure, she danced in nightclubs and at 17 set out for Hollywood. Cecil B. DeMille signed her to a seven-year contract and cast her in \"The Buccaneer.\" After a few minor roles at Paramount, she appeared in \"Gone With the Wind\" and then moved to Columbia, where her career blossomed. After her film career and marriages ended, she turned author, producing an autobiographical novel, \"I Am a Billboard,\" two memoirs, \"Scarlett O\'Hara\'s Younger Sister\" and \"I\'ll Think About It Tomorrow,\" film scripts and articles. Keyes took a frank view of her life and career in a 1999 interview: \"To become a big movie star like Joan Crawford you need to wear blinders and pay single-minded attention to your career. Nobody paid attention to me, including me. I was the original Cinderella girl, looking for the happy ending in the fairy story. But my fantasy prince never came.\" International Herald Tribune 12 July 2008
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headline actress picture Evelyn Keyes, actress in \'Gone With the Wind,\' dies in California at 91 LOS ANGELES: Evelyn Keyes, who played Scarlett O\'Hara\'s younger sister Suellen in \"Gone With the Wind\" and counted director John Huston and bandleader Artie Shaw among her famous husbands, has died. She was 91. The actress died July 4 of uterine cancer at her home in Montecito, near Santa Barbara, producer and close friend Allan Glaser said Friday. Glaser said the news was withheld because lawyers wanted to wait until the death certificate was filed. Keyes\' personal life often overshadowed her acting career. Besides her often turbulent marriages to Shaw and directors Huston and Charles Vidor, she lived with the flamboyant producer Mike Todd for three years during his preparation and filming of \"Around the World in 80 Days.\" She played a cameo role in the movie and helped on publicity. Todd sent her to the premiere in Caracas, then called her abruptly from Paris with this message: \"Listen, I have to tell you. I\'ve fallen in love with Elizabeth (Taylor).\" \"Oh well, nothing lasts forever,\" she philosophized in 1977. \"The good part was that I invested all my money in \'Around the World in 80 Days,\' and that set me up for life.\" Keyes gave a frank account of her romances and marriages in her 1977 autobiography, \"Scarlett O\'Hara\'s Younger Sister.\" Her role in the 1939 classic led to a contract at Columbia Pictures and stardom. Among her notable roles: as Robert Montgomery\'s lover in \"Here Comes Mr. Jordan\" (1941), the Ruby Keeler role as Al Jolson\'s wife in \"The Jolson Story\" (1946), and as Dick Powell\'s wife in \"Mrs. Mike\" (1949). She also starred in B pictures that were later praised by movie critics as prime examples of film noir: \"Johnny O\'Clock\" (1947), \"The Killer That Stalked New York\" (1950), \"The Prowler\" (1951), \"99 River Street\" (1953) and \"The Big Combo\" (1955). Keyes\' marriages and divorces made her the darling of gossip columns and fan magazines. Her first marriage, to a handsome Englishman and heavy drinker named Barton Bainbridge, ended in headlines when he fatally shot himself during a separation. Vidor, a handsome Hungarian who directed her first Columbia film, \"The Lady in Question,\" became romantically involved with Keyes, though both were married at the time. When her husband committed suicide and Vidor\'s wife, actress Karen Morley, divorced him, Vidor and Keyes married. The marriage ended two years later when she discovered he was unfaithful to her as well. Husband No. 3 was Huston. She was impressed when they met at a Hollywood dinner party, and more impressed when he took her afterward to his Tarzana horse ranch and made no effort to seduce her. Their marriage in 1946 led to an adventurous life. Just one of the examples she recalled in 1971 involved Huston returning home from the 1949 film \"We Were Strangers,\" with a gift from actress Jennifer Jones, a pet chimpanzee. \"The chimp fell in love with John, and he brought it home to live with us in our all-white apartment.\" David Niven wrote in his memoir \"Bring on the Empty Horses\" that Keyes became exasperated at the non-housebroken animal and issued an ultimatum: \"One of us has to go. It\'s the monkey or me.\" According to Niven, Huston replied, \"Honey, it\'s you.\" Keyes reported in her own memoir that it was the chimp that got the boot. The Huston marriage did end in 1950, however, and Keyes sought analysis to recover from the failure. Her conclusion: \"I was always looking for the same man â€" a strong father figure.\" Keyes\' marriage to Shaw in 1957 seemed to follow the same pattern. He had given up his brilliant career as a clarinetist and bandleader and had been seeking intellectual challenges. Shaw played Henry Higgins to her Eliza Doolittle, giving her a new name, Keri, introducing her to literature and leading her on his world travels. For a time they lived in Spain. After several years she tired of his dominance and they separated. They divorced in 1985. After Shaw died in 2004 at age 94, she battled in court for a share of his estate, saying he had promised it to her. A jury backed her in 2006, but the executor of the estate vowed to appeal. Keyes was born in Port Arthur, Texas, in 1916, according to state birth records; some references give a later year. She grew up fatherless and poor in Atlanta. A glowing blond beauty with an alluring figure, she danced in nightclubs and at 17 set out for Hollywood. Cecil B. DeMille signed her to a seven-year contract and cast her in \"The Buccaneer.\" After a few minor roles at Paramount, she appeared in \"Gone With the Wind\" and then moved to Columbia, where her career blossomed. After her film career and marriages ended, she turned author, producing an autobiographical novel, \"I Am a Billboard,\" two memoirs, \"Scarlett O\'Hara\'s Younger Sister\" and \"I\'ll Think About It Tomorrow,\" film scripts and articles. Keyes took a frank view of her life and career in a 1999 interview: \"To become a big movie star like Joan Crawford you need to wear blinders and pay single-minded attention to your career. Nobody paid attention to me, including me. I was the original Cinderella girl, looking for the happy ending in the fairy story. But my fantasy prince never came.\" International Herald Tribune 12 July 2008
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