#Irún

[dabenturas]

#fairycore #cottagecore #goblincore #aesthetic #vidaenelcampo #witchcore #cute #fantasy #lightcore #Irún

[sucesosbaleares]

La Ertzaintza ha detenido a tres hombres e investiga a una mujer y a otro varón después de hallar un laboratorio clandestino de drogas en el interior de una vivienda en Irun

🔺 La #Ertzaintza ha detenido a 3️⃣ hombres e investiga a una mujer y a otro varón después de hallar un #laboratorio clandestino de drogas en el interior de una #vivienda en #Irun

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#IRÚN #LABORATORIO CLANDESTINO

[elarea]

Inauguración del O’Donnell (1912)

Estadio de O'Donnell en 1912 ( Fuente I Wikipedia).

Hace 110 años el Real Madrid inauguraba el llamado Estadio de O'Donnell, sitio en el cual fue locatario durante nueve temporadas, desde 1912 a 1923.

En el partido inaugural, por la Copa Excelsior, el equipo blanco empató 0-0 con el Sporting Club de Irún. El 3 de noviembre se jugó el desempate y el equipo guipuzcoano goleó a los merengues por 4-1, anotando el primer gol de la historia del estadio el centrocampista del conjunto irundarra Estomba.​

Fue el primer estadio en propiedad del club, que efectuó varios arreglos en el mismo y pactó un alquiler de 1.000 pesetas anuales con el propietario del terreno, el señor Laureano García Camisón.​ 

El aforo rondaba los 7.000 espectadores y las instalaciones presentaban una novedosa medida para la época, que consistía en un vallado de madera para separar al público del campo de juego y los jugadores.

#España #Efemérides #Real Madrid #O'Donnell #1912 #Sporting Irún

[poems-from-around-the-world]

Having a Coke with You - Frank O'Hara - USA

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them                                                                                                               I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully as the horse                                it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it

#Having a coke with you #frank o'hara #usa #poem #poetry #poems from around the world

[edwardian-masquerade]

"Having a Coke with You"; Frank O’Hara

(Having a coke with you) is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne

or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona

partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian

partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt

partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches

partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary

it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still

as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it

in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth

between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint

you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world

except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick

which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time

and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism

just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or

at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me

and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them

when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank

or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully

as the horse it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience

which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it

#dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #light academia #light acadamia aesthetic #classic academia #romantic aesthetic #quotes #book quotes #poetry #books & libraries #academia #light academia moodboard #dark acadamia quotes #nature academia #cottage academia #chaotic academic aesthetic #chaotic academia #romanticism #romantic academia quotes #tragic romance #romantic poem #romantic academia #frank o'hara #love poems #cottagecore poems #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #poems #old poetry #1920s aesthetic

[megtudommagyarazni]

Még tovább

A Mercedes Benznek minden bizonnyal az évszázad (XX.) üzlete volt az irak-iráni háború. Egyszerre szállított a két egymással háborúzó félnek. Évekig vittük le ezrével a Merciket, kisbuszt, furgont, kukásautót, utcaseprőt, teherautót, nyerges kamionokat, ponyvást, hűtőt minden létező felépítménnyel. 99 %-ban Benz, a maradék Magirus-Deutz, néhány Renault, MAN-t nem láttam. Ezt a melót akkoriban Z-zésnek hívták, az ovális rendszám után, ami Z-vel (Zoll) kezdődött, nem voltunk még igazi kamionosok, a járati sofőrök lenéztek, hiszen mi leadtuk a verdát Teheránban, vagy Bagdadban, és ültünk a repülőre. Teheránból Iranair a Mehrabadról, Boeing 747 jumbók, Frankfurtba, Stuttgartba, ritkán Bécsbe. Bagdadba egy Malév-gép jött értünk, TU-144 szerintem. de erre nem vennék sok és erös mérget. De azok közül sokan, akik ezt csinálták, lettek később a 80-as, 90-es 2000-es évek tapasztalt kamionosai. Izgalmas, kemény évek voltak, jó iskola.

Ott hagytam abba, hogy elindultam Urfától. Meleg nyár volt, a kopár hegyek között kegyetlenül tűzött a nap.

Akkor még nem voltak autópályák, Istanbul és a bolgár határ közt is csak a 90-es években épült. Rossz minőségű utakon közlekedtünk, lassan. Viransehiren és Cizrén keresztülérve fordultam délre, az iraki határ felé, Habur-Zakho.

Fura, mai napig álmomból felébresztve is vágom ezeket a határátkelő-párokat, 40 év távlatából: Gürbulak-Bazargan, Müllheim-Mulhouse, Arnoldstein-Tarvisio, Kapitan Andreevo-Kapikule, Cinovec-Zinnwald, Kehl-Strassbourg, Hendaye-Irún, stb, közben arra meg már nem emlékszem, hogy tegnapelőtt mit ebédeltem.

Habur még aznap megvolt, valami csoda folytán. Reggelre átértem Zakhoba, beálltam a vámplaccra, és vittem a papírokat a speditőrnek. Amíg készültek, sorba álltam az útlevelesnél. Akkor barna, ún. szolgálati passzportunk volt. Átvette az ember, enyhe undorral forgatta, pláne, mikor meglátta benne az iráni vízumot. Islamic Republic of Iran, na bazz. Egy laza mozdulattal kitépte az egész lapot, bepecsételt és visszadobta.

Több ilyen is történt, ezek után állt rá a HC, hogy két útlevél kell mindenkinek, egyik az iráni, másik az iraki vízumnak. Másnap reggel indultam. Moszul előtt jártam, mikor az útmenti bokrosból előugrott egy iraki katona, géppityuval a vállán, és hevesen integetett, hogy álljak meg. Történt ilyen mással is, úgy hívtuk, hogy fegyveres stoppolás. Nem lehetett tudni, hogy a frontról szökött-e, vagy épp hazamegy szabadságra. Mindenesetre megállni tanácsos volt, a Cinkotai úti HC telepen láttam már pár rendesen megszórt járatost.

Felkászálódott, elég szakadt volt, homokszínű, enyhén rongyos és nagyon koszos egyenruha, az izzadságtól itt-ott fehérre fakulva, erős szag, hetes borosta, nagyon fáradt vörös szemek. Előadta, hogy Faludzsába kell vinnem. Persze, aga, meg feleségül veszem a négy húgodat, és megyünk Riyadhba nászútra. Az arab valahogy sose ment, török-angol keveréknyelven társalogtunk. A török valahogy rámragadt, mai napig tudok folyékonyan beszélgetni a döneresekkel. Mondtam, hogy yok abi, wrong, bekamuztam, hogy Bagdad előtt várnak a katonai rendőrök, akik majd elvisznek az átadópontra. Ezután szétnézett, kiszolgálta magát, a kesztyűtartóban megtalálta a szalonnázó bicskámat, amit az érdi Nagy István bácsi készített, cseresznyefa nyéllel, azt eltette, aztán megnézte a felső ágyat, a táskámból kivett két alsógatyát, két tiszta trikót, eltette zsákjába. Aztán megtalálta az utolsó Globus rakottkáposztámat, amit Kőbányán, a Kőér utcában szoktunk venni, a konzervgyár “szépséghibás” boltjában. A (volt) bicskámmal kinyitotta, és azzal be is falta. Nagyokat nyeltem, de az ágyu csöve az ölében felém nézett. Genya voltam, és nem szóltam, hogy domus, azaz sertés. Majd elszámol vele Allah trónusa előtt.

Mindenesetre Kirkuk után, a nagy bagdadi kontroll előtt megállított,

addig csak szarfaszú mezei rendörök voltak a 20-40 km-enkénti barrikádoknál, akik szólni sem mertek egy zord frontkatonához, de Bagdad elött a Szaddam-gárdisták, akik nem szaroztak

és kiszállt, aztán eltünt a sivatagban, a szürkületben. Ezért gondolom, hogy vaj volt a fején. De hogy diszózsír a gyomrában, az tuti.

Következö részünk tartalmából: pauza, majd megírom, miért. kicsit össze kell szednem magam.

[accessibleaesthetics]

hello! I've been reading through the resources you've compiled and I really appreciate them! You seem pretty experienced with image descriptions, so I was hoping I could possibly ask you for some advice on how to make my poll tournament more accessible. If you don't have the capacity to help out right now, that's totally fine—let me know if there's someone who you think could better answer my questions!

Anyways, currently I'm running a tournament for poems that are popular on Tumblr (@poetrysmackdown). For Round 1 I just included the images of the poems, which I'd still like to include in future rounds just because it makes it easier to compare side by side, and a few of the poems' precise line structures would be pretty difficult to faithfully replicate on Tumblr. That said, I want to also include text transcriptions in the future rounds for obvious accessibility reasons (and I'm now really wishing I did for Round 1! I didn't realize the tournament would be voted on by anyone besides like ten of my mutuals haha). Do you have any advice on how to format text transcriptions for poems? I'm not sure how best to convey a line break for text-to-speech, for example—should I write it as a "/" between lines, or is it preferable to just write out the poem as I would otherwise? Is it okay if I put the transcription below a read more (some of the poems are quite long), or is that considered rude? I may be overthinking this haha, I just wanna make sure I get it right so everyone can enjoy the poems. I'm attaching two sample poems just so you can get an idea of what I'm working with—thanks in advance!

Not overthinking at all! Before anything else, let me describe the two examples you gave and then I'll put some more detailed thoughts under a read more.

[Image Description: Two screenshots of poems.

The first poem is titled "Scheheraade." It reads: Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake / and dress them in warm clothes again. / How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running / until they forget that they are horses. / It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, / it's more like a song on a policeman's radio, / how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days / were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple / to slice into pieces. / Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means / we're inconsolable. / Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. / These, our bodies, possessed by light. / Tell me we'll never get used to it.

The second poem is titled "Having a Coke with You." It reads: is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne / or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona / partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian / partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt / partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches / partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary / it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still / as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it / in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth / between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles // and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint / you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them // I look / at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world / except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick / which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time / and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism / just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or / at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me / and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them / when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank / or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully / as the horse // it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience / which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I'm telling you about it.

End Image Description.]

Now, obviously I went with the traditional academic rules for quoting poems in the above ID, and I did that because the location of line breaks can be very important in poetry, and that's not always going to translate with a screen reader if you just format it that way. Additionally, if you have someone who sight reads but needs to make the text large, this will often change the location of the line breaks.

I don't know of a good or natural way to convey the right-aligned text in some places via a text description, but if any of my followers do, please feel free to comment!

Capitalization, punctuation, and even font choice are all things that can potentially convey significant meaning in poetry. I opted not to attempt to transcribe those in the above two, but if you're more familiar with the poem and thing those aspects are important in context, you could always make a note about the capitalization. And for things like italics, you could do something like "except possibly for the [italics] Polish Rider [end italics] occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick."

Punctuation is also a tricky one...I tried to keep the description as true to the text as possible, because the lack of punctuation in the second poem defintely seemed very intentional and internal to the flow, but I did add a period at the end of the last poem to give a proper stop between the end of the poem and the "end image description." Your call on how you deal with that, just be aware that not all screen readers are going to pause between lines or paragraphs.

I would generally discourage putting descriptions under a read more, though I do very much understand the concern about length. The formal poem quoting rules above can help condense things space-wise, if that helps.

I also want to encourage alt text! Don't put the entire poem in the alt text of course, but if you put a little blurb in the alt text of each picture, that can signal to screen reader users that it's worth their time to continue down the post. Some screen reader users will simply skip the post entirely when they start hearing "photo, photo, photo," and never even get to the image ID, since it's often not there. Such a blurb could be something like "Screenshot of the poem Scheheraade. See body of post for full description" for the first photo, and "Screenshot of the poem Having a Coke with You. See body of post for full description" for the second.

And finally, just to throw it out there, you don't necessarily have to do a traditional image description the way I did, especially if you provide the supplementary alt text. You could simply transcript the poems too...it's all up to you!

Please feel free to reach out to me if you have any more questions, I'm defintely going to follow, this is such a neat idea.

Oh, and one more thing: don't be afraid to let AI help you with this! And I'm not talking about the neural network kind, I'm talking about good old-fashioned optical character recognition. For example, I plugged that first poem into onlineocr.net and got this:

Scheheraade Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it's more like a song on a policeman's radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means we're inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.

Sure, it required proofreading, a bit of clean up, and of course the line/stanza breaks, but made the process of creating the image description much less effort than it would have taken to type it all out manually. Of course, if you have access to a text version of the poem, that could work even better, but this is a great way to do it if you only have access to the image for whatever reason!

[jartitameteneis]

PRISIONEROS REPUBLICANOS DE RODILLAS EN LA MISA DEL CAMPO DE CONCENTRACIÓN DE IRÚN.

[fm-camino]

Irún to San Sebastián

According to my phone I walked 32 km today with 26 km of the actual Camino. The day did not start as planned. I realized in the morning that I lost my pilgrim credential passport (to collect stamps as proof of your walk and also needed to stay in albergues. Luckily, this was a starting point so the albergue had them and they were still open when I ran there. The rain was in the forecast today but luckily it only rained before and after I did the walk. The initial climb from Irún was tough as always but the views were great. My pace was not even close to the 6 km an hour I could do in Manitoba. Met a couple of pilgrims on the trail, both called Robbie. We are on different schedules so won’t likely see them again.

San Sebastián is beautiful as always. Went for a swim in mildly warm bay.

I had to leave city sightseeing until tomorrow afternoon once it stops raining.

Tomorrow is a rest/explore day. Hopefully not too much rain.

[gogglemouse]

Having a Coke with You

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them                                                                                                              I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully as the horse                               it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it

-Frank O’Hara

#poetry #poem #april is poetry month #having a coke with you #frank o'hara

[dabenturas]

#fairycore #cottagecore #goblincore #witchcore #Irún

[elwenyere]

Having a Coke with You

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them                                                                                                              I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully as the horse                               it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it

-- Frank O’Hara 

#poetry #frank o'hara #i had read this poem many times #and then while driving to see my best friend i listened to a recording of o'hara reading it and i burst into tears #full-on sobbing in my car #about the transience of the most beautiful moments in our lives and how it's the transience that makes the beauty #and that is not going to go wasted on me #which is why i'm telling you about it

[legacysam]

y'all know I'm not ~romantic~ BUT it's my gf's birthday (in her timezone) so here's "Having a Coke With You" by Frank O'Hara but it's full of links to nice things for her just to be extra gross and cute about it. Sto lat, skarbie <3

Having a Coke With You

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them                                                                                                               I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully as the horse                                it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it

#fantastica-sff #we now return to your regularly scheduled grumpy aro posting

[diabolicjoy]

Having a Soup With You is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne-

#sorry frank

[foolhearteyes]

"Having a Coke with You" by Frank O'Hara

#poetry #frank o'hara #polls #if u love me you'll read the rest of this poem it's soooo good

[writteninverses]

ridi’s been mentioning the having a coke with you poem by frank o’hara and i keep blushing because *omg it mentions places in spain and im spanish* like WHO’S having a COKE with ME and then TELLING me that it is MORE FUN than GOING TO san sebastian, irún, AND barcelona. let’s get a train babes i’m in for the ride

#going fucking crazy #who's showing me their devotion