關於 the most of animals album ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

Anyone in the Bay Area please share and help these animals find their owners. If you don't know anyone in the Bay Area, share it anyway. Friends of friends might. I hope we find homes for all these animals.

We've transferred 38 animals from the Camp Fire area to the SF SPCA. Their injuries range from mild to severe burns, and they’re receiving treatment at our hospital. We haven’t been able to find the owners for most of these pets. Please help us by sharing this album! If you believe one of these animals is yours, call us at 415-554-3030.

Thank you Connected Television Show for the Cosplay Spotlight! ^_^
Please check out their page as they featured many other talented cosplayers.

CONNECTED COSPLAY. SHOWCASING TALENTED COSPLAYERS FROM AROUND THE WORLD from HONG KONG...
Name: Bella 肉球
Location: Hong Kong, studying in Toronto
Occupation: University student
Website: http://www.facebook.com/Nikukyuu
Credits: (Photographers etc.)
Purple Heart, Megurine Luka – Dick Wun Photography
Amatsukaze, Flandre Scarlet – Raindrop
Yazawa Nico – Novii Photography, Kai-San, DL
Yuuki Asuna – 坂本龍影像社
Shimakaze – Jimjim Cosplay Photography
Tachibana Kanade (Tenshi) – Zero CosPhoto


When and how did you get started in cosplay?

My first cosplay was done in October 2012. I wanted to try it after I saw cosplayers at conventions.

What was your first cosplay?

Shirakiin Ririchiyo from Inu x Boku SS

What was the most difficult character?

The most difficult cosplay was Purple Heart from Hyperdimension Neptunia because of all the props I had to make.

What characters are you planning for the future and type of character are you drawn to?

I’m planning four from Kantai Collection, more Yazawa Nico outfits and two other Touhou Project characters right now. At first I’m drawn to characters with unique design elements, but it mostly depends on their personality and whether I can relate to certain aspects of it.

What is your process when starting from the beginning with a new cosplay?

Researching details and budgeting costs before buying everything, then wig styling and finally rewatching certain scenes or finding reference photos for poses.

Are there any helpful hints in sewing, costume design or any other aspects of your cosplay that you discovered in doing your creations?

Staplers, hot glue and double sided tape are the best last minute fixes for everything!

Do you have a preferred brand of makeup in your cosplay? And if so why?

I really like Majolica Majorca liquid eyeliner, Bling Bling Eye Stick by Etude House, Jill Stuart’s Mix Blush compact and Jelly Lipgloss because they tend to last for a long time especially for conventions. I use different brands of eyeshadow and eyelashes depending on the character’s look.

What are you listening to?

Rain – Motohiro Hata

Favourite movies?

The Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Hobbit series, Harry Potter series, The Fast and Furious franchise.

Favourite animes?

Nodame Cantabile series, Sakamoto no Apollon, Great Teacher Onizuka, Magi and White Album 2.

Favourite TV Shows?

American Dad, Family Guy, The Big Bang Theory and Fresh off the Boat.

Is there a scene from an anime, cartoon, movie or TV show that left a big impression on you and what was it?

Yosuga no Sora episode 11, HAH.

Books?

Same as the movies listed above, and the Eragon series.


Games?
Guild Wars 2, GTA V, (waiting to play) The Witcher 3.

Beverage?

Coffee!

Fast food/junk food of choice?

Bubble tea and cookies.

Candy bar?

I don’t like bars, I like sour candies!

Favourite breakfast cereal?

Classic cornflakes.

Is there something not going on in the cosplay world that you would want to see or is there something you would want to change?

Cosplayers being less petty and more supportive towards each other. Conventions being cheaper!

What was your favourite toy growing up?

My cute stuffed animals that I had tea parties with.

Who is your biggest character crush and why?

Heiwajima Shizuo – he’s so big and strong and manly!

You enter a warehouse. There is little light, but you are able to find your way around. The sound of music draws you to a corner of the warehouse. There are FIVE GHOUL CLOWNS, playing a dancing video game. They have razor sharp teeth and scary weapons. Magic can not affect them; they sense your presence and turn facing you. They run to you to attack. Time to fight! What character would you want to be to defeat them and how would you handle the situation?

Isaac from Log Horizon – just cut them down quickly with a massive sword.

If you had to be chained to a character for one year, who would it be and what would you do?

I like to spend time alone so I’d choose an animal character like Chii (Chii’s Sweet Home) so they won’t complain if I am being lazy.


What’s number 1 on your bucket list?

Have a big, fancy wedding with the love of my life.

What advice would you give to people getting starting in cosplay?

Don’t be shy about asking to more experienced cosplayers for help, and don’t be afraid to put yourself out there because you’ll be more likely to have fun experiences and meet more people!

Nobody’s Fool　　( January 2011 )

Yoshitomo Nara

Do people look to my childhood for sources of my imagery? Back then, the snow-covered fields of the north were about as far away as you could get from the rapid economic growth happening elsewhere. Both my parents worked and my brothers were much older, so the only one home to greet me when I got back from elementary school was a stray cat we’d taken in. Even so, this was the center of my world. In my lonely room, I would twist the radio dial to the American military base station and out blasted rock and roll music. One of history’s first man-made satellites revolved around me up in the night sky. There I was, in touch with the stars and radio waves.

It doesn’t take much imagination to envision how a lonely childhood in such surroundings might give rise to the sensibility in my work. In fact, I also used to believe in this connection. I would close my eyes and conjure childhood scenes, letting my imagination amplify them like the music coming from my speakers.

But now, past the age of fifty and more cool-headed, I’ve begun to wonder how big a role childhood plays in making us who we are as adults. Looking through reproductions of the countless works I’ve made between my late twenties and now, I get the feeling that childhood experiences were merely a catalyst. My art derives less from the self-centered instincts of childhood than from the day-to-day sensory experiences of an adult who has left this realm behind. And, ultimately, taking the big steps pales in importance to the daily need to keep on walking.

While I was in high school, before I had anything to do with art, I worked part-time in a rock café. There I became friends with a graduate student of mathematics who one day started telling me, in layman’s terms, about his major in topology. His explanation made the subject seem less like a branch of mathematics than some fascinating organic philosophy. My understanding is that topology offers you a way to discover the underlying sameness of countless, seemingly disparate, forms. Conversely, it explains why many people, when confronted with apparently identical things, will accept a fake as the genuine article. I later went on to study art, live in Germany, and travel around the world, and the broader perspective I’ve gained has shown me that topology has long been a subtext of my thinking. The more we add complexity, the more we obscure what is truly valuable. Perhaps the reason I began, in the mid-90s, trying to make paintings as simple as possible stems from that introduction to topology gained in my youth.

As a kid listening to U.S. armed-forces radio, I had no idea what the lyrics meant, but I loved the melody and rhythm of the music. In junior high school, my friends and I were already discussing rock and roll like credible music critics, and by the time I started high school, I was hanging out in rock coffee shops and going to live shows. We may have been a small group of social outcasts, but the older kids, who smoked cigarettes and drank, talked to us all night long about movies they’d seen or books they’d read. If the nighttime student quarter had been the school, I’m sure I would have been a straight-A student.

In the 80s, I left my hometown to attend art school, where I was anything but an honors student. There, a model student was one who brought a researcher’s focus to the work at hand. Your bookshelves were stacked with catalogues and reference materials. When you weren’t working away in your studio, you were meeting with like-minded classmates to discuss art past and present, including your own. You were hoping to set new trends in motion. Wholly lacking any grand ambition, I fell well short of this model, with most of my paintings done to satisfy class assignments. I was, however, filling every one of my notebooks, sketchbooks, and scraps of wrapping paper with crazy, graffiti-like drawings.

Looking back on my younger days—Where did where all that sparkling energy go? I used the money from part-time jobs to buy record albums instead of art supplies and catalogues. I went to movies and concerts, hung out with my girlfriend, did funky drawings on paper, and made midnight raids on friends whose boarding-room lights still happened to be on. I spent the passions of my student days outside the school studio. This is not to say I wasn’t envious of the kids who earned the teachers’ praise or who debuted their talents in early exhibitions. Maybe envy is the wrong word. I guess I had the feeling that we were living in separate worlds. Like puffs of cigarette smoke or the rock songs from my speaker, my adolescent energies all vanished in the sky.

Being outside the city and surrounded by rice fields, my art school had no art scene to speak of—I imagined the art world existing in some unknown dimension, like that of TV or the movies. At the time, art could only be discussed in a Western context, and, therefore, seemed unreal. But just as every country kid dreams of life in the big city, this shaky art-school student had visions of the dazzling, far-off realm of contemporary art. Along with this yearning was an equally strong belief that I didn’t deserve admittance to such a world. A typical provincial underachiever!

I did, however, love to draw every day and the scrawled sketches, never shown to anybody, started piling up. Like journal entries reflecting the events of each day, they sometimes intersected memories from the past. My little everyday world became a trigger for the imagination, and I learned to develop and capture the imagery that arose. I was, however, still a long way off from being able to translate those countless images from paper to canvas.

Visions come to us through daydreams and fantasies. Our emotional reaction towards these images makes them real. Listening to my record collection gave me a similar experience. Before the Internet, the precious little information that did exist was to be found in the two or three music magazines available. Most of my records were imported—no liner notes or lyric sheets in Japanese. No matter how much I liked the music, living in a non-English speaking world sadly meant limited access to the meaning of the lyrics. The music came from a land of societal, religious, and subcultural sensibilities apart from my own, where people moved their bodies to it in a different rhythm. But that didn’t stop me from loving it. I never got tired of poring over every inch of the record jackets on my 12-inch vinyl LPs. I took the sounds and verses into my body. Amidst today’s superabundance of information, choosing music is about how best to single out the right album. For me, it was about making the most use of scant information to sharpen my sensibilities, imagination, and conviction. It might be one verse, melody, guitar riff, rhythmic drum beat or bass line, or record jacket that would inspire me and conjure up fresh imagery. Then, with pencil in hand, I would draw these images on paper, one after the other. Beyond good or bad, the pictures had a will of their own, inhabiting the torn pages with freedom and friendliness.

By the time I graduated from university, my painting began to approach the independence of my drawing. As a means for me to represent a world that was mine and mine alone, the paintings may not have been as nimble as the drawings, but I did them without any preliminary sketching. Prizing feelings that arose as I worked, I just kept painting and over-painting until I gained a certain freedom and the sense, though vague at the time, that I had established a singular way of putting images onto canvas. Yet, I hadn’t reached the point where I could declare that I would paint for the rest of my life.

After receiving my undergraduate degree, I entered the graduate school of my university and got a part-time job teaching at an art yobiko—a prep school for students seeking entrance to an art college. As an instructor, training students how to look at and compose things artistically, meant that I also had to learn how to verbalize my thoughts and feelings. This significant growth experience not only allowed me to take stock of my life at the time, but also provided a refreshing opportunity to connect with teenage hearts and minds.

And idealism! Talking to groups of art students, I naturally found myself describing the ideals of an artist. A painful experience for me—I still had no sense of myself as an artist. The more the students showed their affection for me, the more I felt like a failed artist masquerading as a sensei (teacher). After completing my graduate studies, I kept working as a yobiko instructor. And in telling students about the path to becoming an artist, I began to realize that I was still a student myself, with many things yet to learn. I felt that I needed to become a true art student. I decided to study in Germany. The day I left the city where I had long lived, many of my students appeared on the platform to see me off.

Life as a student in Germany was a happy time. I originally intended to go to London, but for economic reasons chose a tuition-free, and, fortunately, academism-free German school. Personal approaches coexisted with conceptual ones, and students tried out a wide range of modes of expression. Technically speaking, we were all students, but each of us brought a creator’s spirit to the fore. The strong wills and opinions of the local students, though, were well in place before they became artists thanks to the German system of early education. As a reticent foreign student from a far-off land, I must have seemed like a mute child. I decided that I would try to make myself understood not through words, but through having people look at my pictures. When winter came and leaden clouds filled the skies, I found myself slipping back to the winters of my childhood. Forgoing attempts to speak in an unknown language, I redoubled my efforts to express myself through visions of my private world. Thinking rather than talking, then illustrating this thought process in drawings and, finally, realizing it in a painting. Instead of defeating you in an argument, I wanted to invite you inside me. Here I was, in a most unexpected place, rediscovering a value that I thought I had lost—I felt that I had finally gained the ability to learn and think, that I had become a student in the truest sense of the word.

But I still wasn’t your typical honors student. My paintings clearly didn’t look like contemporary art, and nobody would say my images fit in the context of European painting. They did, however, catch the gaze of dealers who, with their antennae out for young artists, saw my paintings as new objects that belonged less to the singular world of art and more to the realm of everyday life. Several were impressed by the freshness of my art, and before I knew it, I was invited to hold exhibitions in established galleries—a big step into a wider world.

The six years that I spent in Germany after completing my studies and before returning to Japan were golden days, both for me and my work. Every day and every night, I worked tirelessly to fix onto canvas all the visions that welled up in my head. My living space/studio was in a dreary, concrete former factory building on the outskirts of Cologne. It was the center of my world. Late at night, my surroundings were enveloped in darkness, but my studio was brightly lit. The songs of folk poets flowed out of my speakers. In that place, standing in front of the canvas sometimes felt like traveling on a solitary voyage in outer space—a lonely little spacecraft floating in the darkness of the void. My spaceship could go anywhere in this fantasy while I was painting, even to the edge of the universe.

Suddenly one day, I was flung outside—my spaceship was to be scrapped. My little vehicle turned back into an old concrete building, one that was slated for destruction because it was falling apart. Having lost the spaceship that had accompanied me on my lonely travels, and lacking the energy to look for a new studio, I immediately decided that I might as well go back to my homeland. It was painful and sad to leave the country where I had lived for twelve years and the handful of people I could call friends. But I had lost my ship. The only place I thought to land was my mother country, where long ago those teenagers had waved me goodbye and, in retrospect, whose letters to me while I was in Germany were a valuable source of fuel.

After my long space flight, I returned to Japan with the strange sense of having made a full orbit around the planet. The new studio was a little warehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo, in an area dotted with rice fields and small factories. When the wind blew, swirls of dust slipped in through the cracks, and water leaked down the walls in heavy rains. In my dilapidated warehouse, only one sheet of corrugated metal separated me from the summer heat and winter cold. Despite the funky environment, I was somehow able to keep in midnight contact with the cosmos—the beings I had drawn and painted in Germany began to mature. The emotional quality of the earlier work gave way to a new sense of composure. I worked at refining the former impulsiveness of the drawings and the monochromatic, almost reverent, backgrounds of the paintings. In my pursuit of fresh imagery, I switched from idle experimentation to a more workmanlike approach towards capturing what I saw beyond the canvas.

Children and animals—what simple motifs! Appearing on neat canvases or in ephemeral drawings, these figures are easy on the viewers’ eyes. Occasionally, they shake off my intentions and leap to the feet of their audience, never to return. Because my motifs are accessible, they are often only understood on a superficial level. Sometimes art that results from a long process of development receives only shallow general acceptance, and those who should be interpreting it fail to do so, either through a lack of knowledge or insufficient powers of expression. Take, for example, the music of a specific era. People who lived during this era will naturally appreciate the music that was then popular. Few of these listeners, however, will know, let alone value, the music produced by minor labels, by introspective musicians working under the radar, because it’s music that’s made in answer to an individual’s desire, not the desires of the times. In this way, people who say that “Nara loves rock,” or “Nara loves punk” should see my album collection. Of four thousand records there are probably fewer than fifty punk albums. I do have a lot of 60s and 70s rock and roll, but most of my music is from little labels that never saw commercial success—traditional roots music by black musicians and white musicians, and contemplative folk. The spirit of any era gives birth to trends and fashions as well as their opposite: countless introspective individual worlds. A simultaneous embrace of both has cultivated my sensibility and way of thinking. My artwork is merely the tip of the iceberg that is my self. But if you analyzed the DNA from this tip, you would probably discover a new way of looking at my art. My viewers become a true audience when they take what I’ve made and make it their own. That’s the moment the works gain their freedom, even from their maker.

After contemplative folk singers taught me about deep empathy, the punk rockers schooled me in explosive expression.

I was born on this star, and I’m still breathing. Since childhood, I’ve been a jumble of things learned and experienced and memories that can’t be forgotten. Their involuntary locomotion is my inspiration. I don’t express in words the contents of my work. I’ll only tell you my history. The countless stories living inside my work would become mere fabrications the moment I put them into words. Instead, I use my pencil to turn them into pictures. Standing before the dark abyss, here’s hoping my spaceship launches safely tonight….

Hello hello!

In this video, I answer some of your twitter questions. I had lots of fun =) Let's make this into a series. This is episode one.

Questions:
1. What is your favourite thing about your childhood?
2. What's one thing that annoys you about Tim?
3. What do you do when you can't sleep?
4. What age did you get your first period?
5. If you and Tim are animals, what animals will you two be?
6. Something you enjoyed as a child but not so much now?
7. How do you get over trying to achieve the perfect persona?
8. Something you hated doing as a child but love now.
9.When do you and Tim plan to have babies?
10. Top three must used phrase?
11. First album you purchased?
12. Say "Bubbles" the angriest way you can.
13. Best & Worse thing about living in Hong Kong?
14. Describe you and Tim's relationship in one word
15. Do you fold or scrunch your toilet paper?
16. What powers would your super hero have and what would you name her?
17. How are jemma & Emma doing?
18. Who would you rather sacrifice? Chubbi or Domo?
19 How tall are you?
20. What do you love the most about Tim?

Hope you guys enjoy ^_^. Remember you can add me on Twitter to send in your questions!

Love, Bubz xx


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Original by Muse - Isolated System (World War Z Theme)
Covered/Re-Arranged by Phebe Chou 周菲比 Taiwan 台灣

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'The 2nd Law: Isolated System' from the album 'The 2nd Law'.
All songs written and composed by Matthew Bellamy,
except "Save Me" and "Liquid State" by Chris Wolstenholme.

Track List

1. "Supremacy"
2. "Madness"
3. "Panic Station"
4. "Prelude"
5. "Survival"
6. "Follow Me"
7. "Animals"
8. "Explorers"
9. "Big Freeze"
10. "Save Me"
11. "Liquid State"
12. "The 2nd Law: Unsustainable"
13. "The 2nd Law: Isolated System"

The 2nd Law is the sixth studio album by English alternative rock band Muse, released throughout most of the world on 28 September 2012, and elsewhere on 2 October 2012.

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