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Il Bronzino : November 23
Venus, Cupid, Folly, and Time, by Il Bronzino.
His sobriquet "Bronzino" was most likely coined after his darker skin.
Florentine painter Il Bronzino, whose portraits are prime examples of the Mannerist style and whose works are classic embodiments of the courtly ideal under the Medici dukes of the mid-16th century, died this day in 1572.
Pushy. Deceptive. Abrasive. Desperate. Their strategies for persuasion are unethical. They will not take no for an answer. One of their sales people with an inflated title came to my job!("Director of Government Affairs"..... You're a two bit hustler, and a bad one at that! How stupid do you think I am?) I have witnesses. How wildly inappropriate. I had only been at my job for three weeks and how did he find me there? He even had the audacity to use a scare tactic and say that what he was offering was the only option and if I veered otherwise it would be a bad decision. He then proceeded to outline all the different possible outcomes, all of which seemed threatening. Don't be fooled by the cadence of his slick talking ways. He comes across as trying to help, but when that yields no rewards, he switches tactics and tries to threaten and scare you! Completely unprofessional and uncalled for!
Stay away from Statewide - a Division of Domus Construction!
Leave me alone. …
If I could time hop and bring back someone from the past to wax philosophical, I'd bring back good ole Winston. Winnie here was good at rallying up the troops and boosting morale. He was an eloquent orator who filled his speeches with inventive word play, alliteration, vivid imagery and metaphors.
Imagine if you will, prior to tomorrow's NBA finals between the Cleveland Crybabies and the Golden State Warriors, Winston deliver's this speech in regards to the recent terror attacks in Orlando:
".......I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many months of struggle and suffering.
You ask, what is our policy? I say it is to wage war by land, sea, and air. War with all our might and with all the strength God has given us, and to wage war against a monstrous tyranny never surpassed in the dark and lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is policy.
Dear Son, I know you may not know it, but one day this pain you will remember. It's hard for you to understand now but because of it you will be a better man. You will remember all the missed birthdays, all the missed Christmas mornings. You will remember the times you looked at the little boys in the park playing basketball with their dads. And because it hurts now it will propel you to be a good man. I see it in you now. How compassionate you are to others. How friendly you are and always wanting to make sure that everyone gets a turn. For you have known the struggle of life not being fair and in your own little world you try every day to make it better for the next person. Even though the person you have missed the most left you waiting and waiting and waiting. I've seen you process this struggle of balancing sadness and glee; of wanting to be angry and yet yearning so much for just a call. I've seen you shrug it off willing to accept the things you can not change and ye…