Photo of the Week

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Perjalanan Panjang
photographed by Sedik

Life is an everlasting journey
You choose
You act
You take the consequences

Poem of the Week

The Moon is distant from the Sea
by Emily Dickinson

The Moon is distant from the Sea --
And yet, with Amber Hands --
She leads Him -- docile as a Boy --
Along appointed Sands --

He never misses a Degree --
Obedient to Her Eye
He comes just so far -- toward the Town --
Just so far -- goes away --

Oh, Signor, Thine, the Amber Hand --
And mine -- the distant Sea --
Obedient to the least command
Thine eye impose on me --

Lyric of the Week

You Needed Me

I cried a tear, you wiped it dry
I was confused, you cleared my mind
I sold my soul, you bought it back for me
And help me out and gave me dignity

You gave me strenght to stand alone again
To face the world out on my own again
You put me high upon a pedestal
So high that I could almost see eternity
You needed me, you needed me

And I can't believe it's you
I can't believe it's tru
I needed you and you were there
And I'll never leave
Why should I leave, I'd be a fool
Cause I've finally found
Someone who really cares

You held my hand when I was cold
When I was lost you took me home
You gave me hope when I was at the end
And turned my lies back into truth again
You even called me friend

performed by anne murray

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anne murray - you needed me (duet version)

Behind the Beauty (task 3)

All of us absolutely agree that rainbow is a beautiful meteorological phenomenon. However, I am sure that most of us do not know about something behind the beauty of rainbow.

Rainbow needs a long way of process before it does appear. Basically, the idea is very simple; it is about the sunlight that faces some moisture elements in the sky. Now, I will tell you the process in details. The first is the reflection process of sunlight that actually has white colour. In scientific world, it is called polychromatic character of the sunlight and it consists of seven monochromatic (one wavelength light) light. Then, the light spreads out into seven base colours; usually people call it as a spectrum, those are, in chronological order, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple. Red always appears in the outer side of the rainbow. I have found the explanation of this case in wikipedia.org, the website states that the amount by which light is refracted (reflected) depends upon its wavelength, and hence its colour. Blue light (shorter wavelength) is refracted at a greater angle than red light, but because the area of the back of the droplet has a focal point inside the droplet, the spectrum crosses itself, and therefore the red light appears higher in the sky, and forms the outer colour of the rainbow. The next question must be why it can be spread into seven different colours? Because each monochromatic colour has different frequency, it has different colouring effect result when each of light spreads out and breaks the reflection medium. The medium of sunlight reflection that creates the rainbow is water. It usually takes form in rain. Yet, rainbow is not only caused by rain but it is caused by others form of water also, such as mist, spray, and dew. The rainbow that comes from those elements is commonly seen near waterfalls or fountains. The effect can also be artificially created by the same process as the process of an ordinary rainbow in the sky, but this phenomenon usually can be seen only in a sunny day.


After being reflected by water and/or other forms, finally, sunlight will show the combination of seven spectrum colours in a form of a multicoloured arc, with red on the outer part of the arch and violet on the inner section of the arch. Thus, people call it as a rainbow.

taken from many sources

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Lagu Anak-anak - Pelangi - pelangi

2500 bahasa di dunia terancam punah

Anda tahu, dunia telah kehilangan bahasa Ubykh di Turki dan tahun lalu bahasa Eyak yang dipakai di Alaska juga juga punah, setelah wanita yang bisa menggunakannya Marie Smith Jones meninggal dunia.

Seperti dikutip AFP, Jumat (20/2/2009), dari 6.900 bahasa di dunia, 2.500 diantaranya berada dalam bahaya kepunahan. Hal ini seperti tercantum dalam data badan dunia PBB Unesco.

Jumlah ini semakin meningkat, dari data 2001 lalu di mana tercatat ada 900 bahasa yang terancam hilang.

Dan berdasarkan data terbaru, saat ini ada 199 bahasa di dunia yang dikuasai kurang dari selusin orang, antara lain bahasa Karaim yang hanya digunakan oleh 6 orang di Ukraina, dan bahasa Wichita hanya digunakan 10 orang di negara bagian AS, Oklahoma.

Nah, mungkin ini yang cukup mengkhawatirkan, bahasa Lengilu hanya digunakan oleh 4 orang aja di Indonesia.

Harapan sedikit ada untuk 178 bahasa yang lain, mereka digunakan oleh 10 sampai 150 orang.

Memang hampir 200 bahasa, mengalami kepunahan setelah 3 generasi, misalnya saja bahasa Ubykh yang punah pada 1992 ketika orang yang menguasainya Tefvic Esenc meninggal, lalu bahasa Aasax di Tanzania pada 1976.

Berdasarkan catatan, India berada di peringkat atas jumlah total bahasa yang terancam punah di negeri itu ada 196 bahasa yang masuk daftar, diikuti Amerika Serikat 192, dan Indonesia di peringkat ketiga dengan 147.

http://www.detiknews.com/read/2009/02/20/222325/1088207/10/2500-bahasa-di-dunia-terancam-punah

Photo of the Week

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Twilight Orchestra
photographed by sedik

Senja akan selalu menjadi saat terindah dalam hidup kita
Tunggulah senja
Menyatulah dengan malam

Poem of the Week

Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent?
Emily Dickinson

Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent?
Neither -- said the Moon --
That is best which is not -- Achieve it --
You efface the Sheen.

Not of detention is Fruition --
Shudder to attain.
Transport's decomposition follows --
He is Prism born.

Lyric of the Week

Music of the Night

Night time, sharpens, heightens each sensation
darkness stirs and wakes imagination
silently the senses abandon my defenses

Softly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
turn your face away from the garish light of day
turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
and listen to the music of the night.

Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world
leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
let your soul take you where you long to be
Only then can you belong to me.

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
let the dream begin, let your darkest side give in,
to the power of the music that i write
The power of the music of the night, of the night.

You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night.

Performed by David Cook
Photo illustration by Sedik

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david cook - music of the night

Biography of the Month

Emily Dickinson

She was born in Amherst, Massachuetts on December 10, 1830. Emily lived secluded in the house she was born in, except for the short time she attended Amherst Academy and Holyoke Female Seminary, until her death on May 15, 1886 due to Bright's disease. Emily Dickinson grew up in a prominent and prosperous household in Amherst, Massachusetts. Along with her younger siter Lavinia and older brother Austin, she experienced a quiet and reserved family life headed by her father Edward Dickinson.

In a letter to Austin at law school, she once described the atmosphere in her father's house as "pretty much all sobriety." Her mother, Emily Norcross Dickinson, was not as powerful a presence in her life; she seems not to have been as emotionally accessible as Dickinson would have liked. Her daughter is said to have characterized her as not the sort of mother "to whom you hurry when you are troubled." Both parents raised Dickinson to be a cultured Christian woman who would one day be responsible for a family of her own. Her father attempted to protect her from reading books that might "joggle" her mind, particularly her religious faith, but Dickinson's individualistic instincts and irreverent sensibilities created conflicts that did not allow her to fall into step with the conventional piety, domesticity, and social duty prescribed by her father and the orthodox Congregationalism of Amherst.

The Dickinsons were well known in Massachusetts. Her father was a lawyer and served as the treasurer of Amherst College (a position Austin eventually took up as well), and her grandfather was one of the college's founders. Although nineteenth-century politics, economics, and social issues do not appear in the foreground of her poetry, Dickinson lived in a family environment that was steeped in them: her father was an active town official and served in the General Court of Massachusetts, the State Senate, and the United States House of Representatives.

Dickinson, however, withdrew not only from her father's public world but also from almost all social life in Amherst. She refused to see most people, and aside from a single year at South Hadley Female Seminary (now Mount Holyoke College), one excursion to Philadelphia and Washington, and several brief trips to Boston to see a doctor about eye problems, she lived all her life in her father's house. She dressed only in white and developed a reputation as a reclusive eccentric. Dickinson selected her own society carefully and frugally. Like her poetry, her relationship to the world was intensely reticent. Indeed, during the last twenty years of her life she rarely left the house.

Though Dickinson never married, she had significant relationships with several men who were friends, confidantes, and mentors. She also enjoyed an intimate relationship with her friend Susan Huntington Gilbert, who became her sister-in-law by marrying Austin. Susan and her husband lived next door and were extremely close with Dickinson. Biographers have attempted to find in a number of her relationships the source for the passion of some of her love poems and letters, but no biographer has been able to identify definitely the object of Dickinson's love. What matters, of course, is not with whom she was in love--if, in fact, there was any single person--but that she wrote about such passions so intensely and convincingly in her poetry.

Choosing to live life internally within the confines of her home, Dickinson brought her life into sharp focus. For she also chose to live within the limitless expanses of her imagination, a choice she was keenly aware of and which she described in one of her poems this way: "I dwell in Possibility." Her small circle of domestic life did not impinge upon her creative sensibilities. Like Henry David Thoreau, she simplified her life so that doing without was a means of being within. In a sense she redefined the meaning of deprivation because being denied something--whether it was faith, love, literary recognition, or some other desire--provided a sharper, more intense understanding than she would have experienced had she achieved what she wanted: "heaven,'" she wrote, "is what I cannot reach!" This line, along with many others, such as "Water, is taught by thirst" and "Success is counted sweetest / By those who ne'er succeed," suggest just how persistently she saw deprivation as a way of sensitizing herself to the value of what she was missing. For Dickinson hopeful expectation was always more satisfying than achieving a golden moment.

Writers contemporary to her had little or no effect upon the style of her writing. In her own work she was original and innovative, but she did draw upon her knowledge of the Bible, classical myths, and Shakespeare for allusions and references in her poetry. She also used contemporary popular church hymns, transforming their standard rhythms into free-form hymn meters.

Today, Dickinson is regarded as one of America's greatest poets, but when she died at the age of fifty-six after devoting most of her life to writing poetry, her nearly 2,000 poems--only a dozen of which were published anonymously during her lifetime--were unknown except to a small numbers of friends and relatives. Dickinson was not recognized as a major poet until the twentieth century, when modern readers ranked her as a major new voice whose literary innovations were unmatched by any other nineteenth-century poet in the United States.

Dickinson neither completed many poems nor prepared them for publication. She wrote her drafts on scraps of paper, grocery lists, and the backs of recipes and used envelopes. Early editors of her poems took the liberty of making them more accessible to nineteenth-century readers when several volumes of selected poems were published in the 1890s. The poems were made to appear like traditional nineteenth-century verse by assigning them titles, rearranging their syntax, normalizing their grammar, and regularizing their capitalizations. Instead of dashes editors used standard punctuation; instead of the highly elliptical telegraphic lines so characteristic of her poems editors added articles, conjunctions, and prepositions to make them more readable and in line with conventional expectations. In addition, the poems were made more predictable by organizing them into categories such friends, nature, love, and death. Not until 1955, when Thomas Johnson published Dickinson's complete works in a form that attempted to be true to her manuscript versions, did readers have an opportunity to see the full range of her style and themes.

. . . . Dickinson found irony, ambiguity, and paradox lurking in the simplest and commonest experiences. The materials and subject matter of her poetry are quite conventional. Her poems are filled with robins, bees, winter light, household items, and domestic duties. These materials represent the range of what she experienced in and around her father's house. She used them because they constituted so much of her life and, more importantly, because she found meanings latent in them. Though her world was simple, it was also complex in its beauties and its terrors. Her lyric poems captures impressions of particular moments, scenes, or moods, and she characteristically focuses upon topics such as nature, love, immorality, death, faith, doubt, pain, and the self.

Though her materials were conventional, her treatment of them was innovative, because she was willing to break whatever poetic conventions stood in the way of the intensity of her thought and images. Her conciseness, brevity, and wit are tightly packed. Typically she offers her observations via one or two images that reveal her thought in a powerful manner. She once characterized her literary art by writing "My business is circumference." Her method is to reveal the inadequacy of declarative statements by evoking qualifications and questions with images that complicate firm assertions and affirmations. In one of her poems she describes her strategies this way: "Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--/ Success in Circuit lies." This might well stand as a working definition of Dickinson's aesthetics.

Dickinson's poetry is challenging because it is radical and original in its rejection of most traditional nineteenth-century themes and techniques. Her poems require active engagement from the reader, because she seems to leave out so much with her elliptical style and remarkable contracting metaphors. But these apparent gaps are filled with meaning if we are sensitive to her use of devices such as personification, allusion, symbolism, and startling syntax and grammar. Since her use of dashes is sometimes puzzling, it helps to read her poems aloud to hear how carefully the words are arrange. What might seem intimidating on a silent page can surprise the reader with meaning when heard. It's also worth keeping in mind that Dickinson was not always consistent in her views and they can change from poems, to poem, depending upon how she felt at a given moment. Dickinson was less interested in absolute answers to questions than she was in examining and exploring their "circumference." from Michael Myers,Thinking and Writing About Literature.

sedik
(taken from many sources)

Ngobaran in Frame

adegan terakhir,hikz..hikz..



salah seorang figuran yang lumayan narsis



salah seorang figuran yang lumayan narsis (2)



sisi timur pantai (gambar diambil dari tempat pemujaan)



kamera..rolling..action..



salah satu tempat pemujaan yang ada di Ngobaran



inilah komplek candi kecil foto sebelumnya



sisi barat komplek pemujaan, ada orang duduk bersila disana karena kebetulan aku lagi ada syuting di lokasi tersebut



aktivitas pengambilan gambar



what a nice beach



tebing karang



tebing karang (2), ada orang lagi nangkring disitu



tepi timur pantai dilihat dari komplek pemujaan



patung2 yang menyambut kedatangan kita



gerbang masuk komplek pemujaan

orang sering menyebut Ngobaran sekaligus Ngrenehan...
yupz,itu emang sebelahan dan hanya dibatasi bukit (di gambar terletak di sisi barat tempat pemujaan)
yach, smoga ini memberi sedikit gambaran tentang tempat wisata ini...
selamat berkunjung...

The Bloody Guitar (task 2)

it was long time ago in my lovely gazebo
live tonight sold out!!!

Why it is called bloody guitar? Because I had to pass a long and winding road in order to get the guitar. It’s bloody and full of tears.

The guitar is an acoustic guitar. The colour is dark brown, why is it so? Because it uses Mahoney woods material. Just for additional information, the Mahoney wood is the best wood for guitar production. It has six strings. When I pick the strings, it will produce a soft-clear and touchy sound. You have to bring your own tissue when I play the guitar, because I am sure that you will spread out your tears because of its touchy sound. On the first four frets, I sticked four stickers which formed the word KURT. It came from the front name of my favourite guitarist who is Kurt Cobain, the vocalist and guitarist of Nirvana. In addition, a fret is a raised portion on the neck of a stringed instrument that extends generally across the full width of the neck. On most modern western instruments, frets are metal strips inserted into the fingerboard (usually, people called it the neck of the guitar). In my bloody guitar, I don't give any accesories because I love it just the way it is.

Now, for any sentimental reasons, even though I have bought a new and a better guitar than my bloody guitar, I still love to play my bloody guitar because of its sound and of course its history. Just like when we have a relationship, the last is the best but the first is unforgetable.

Ngobaran Beach (task 1)

Are you a beach lover? Have you ever heard Ngobaran beach? Ngobaran beach is located 55 kilometres to the south east of Jogja. This beach is not really well-known, actually it is not only the one of the nice beaches in Jogja but it has uniqueness also. The uniqueness is even though it is located in Jogja, which Islam is the majority, we can found a Pura, it is a place for Hindus to pray and do some religion activities. Not only that, but we can enjoy the reef and the white sand also. If you are seafood lovers, it is like a heaven for you. We can buy any kinds of seafoods, such as fish,shrimp, lobsters, octopus and many others in a cheap price directly from the fishermen. The seafoods are fresh because the seafoods are taken from the sea just in time. So, what are you waiting for? Go there and enjoy everything.