Dying Deamer Dreamt Death

You dream of a beautiful house up on a calm and green hill. You don’t want to wake up but there it is on the corner of the big rock beside the beautiful wooden house. Staring right at your face with its disfigured face and body, with all its surreality, with all its ugly beauty, reminding you that it’s a dream. You take a bullet to the head. You are not awake. You feel the noises. It’s real and you’re on the edge. You are falling to the other side. You pass to the other side and there is no sound and that’s the sole difference. You are dead and it’s still staring.

Max Ernst. L'Ange du foyer ou Le Triomphe du surréalisme. 1937. Oil on canvas. 114 x 146 cm. Private collection.

Max Ernst. L’Ange du foyer ou Le Triomphe du surréalisme. 1937. Oil on canvas. 114 x 146 cm. Private collection.

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ISS Symphony – Timelapse of Earth from International Space Station | 4K

Compilation of timelapses from the International Space Station.

Suggestions: 4K, dark room and volume up.
Music: Ludovico Einaudi – Experience (Live At Fabric, London 2013)
Editor: Dmitry Pisanko

All post production: deflickering, stabilization, noise reduction and color corrections was done in Adobe Premiere Pro and After Effects.

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Image Courtesy of the Image Science & Analysis Laboratory,
NASA Johnson Space Center, The Gateway to Astronaut Photography of Earth

Original data: 95 623 files, 109 Gigabytes downloaded from http://eol.jsc.nasa.gov

How to convert date formats in SQLite

Date types are handled like a string in SQLite and below is an example of how to change the date format from MM/dd/yyyy to yyyy-MM-dd. With a little modification it can be used for other formats too.

select substr(column, 7, 4)||”-“||substr(column, 1,2)||”-“||substr(column, 4,2) from table

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Dad’s Roses

My dad grows some fat, beautiful, blood red roses in our house at Tabriz. The yard is full of beautiful flowers and plants. Packing my bags to leave home again (probably for a long time) I thought I should take a couple of photos of those beautiful roses. Here are two of them.

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