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    for men
  • premature ejaculation - reaching orgasm before you want to; for many men this can mean before intercourse has begun or too soon after commencing intercourse.

  • For Men is an Italian magazine devoted to sex, health, nutrition, hobby, sport and other men's issues. Its published in Milan, Italy by the publishing company Cairo Editore.





    watches
  • Secretly follow or spy on

  • Traditionally, a 24-hour day is divided into seven watches. These are: midnight to 4 a.m. [0000-0400], the mid-watch; 4 to 8 a.m. [0400-0800], morning watch; 8 a.m. to noon [0800-1200], forenoon watch; noon to 4 p.m. [1200-1600], afternoon watch; 4 to 6 p.m.

  • Look at or observe attentively, typically over a period of time

  • Keep under careful or protective observation

  • Issued when the risk of hazardous weather is significant.

  • A watch is a timepiece that is made to be worn on a person. It is usually a wristwatch, worn on the wrist with a strap or bracelet. In addition to the time, modern watches often display the day, date, month and year, and electronic watches may have many other functions.





    relic
  • An object surviving from an earlier time, esp. one of historical or sentimental interest

  • A part of a deceased holy person's body or belongings kept as an object of reverence

  • An object, custom, or belief that has survived from an earlier time but is now outmoded

  • A relic is an object or a personal item of religious significance, carefully preserved with an air of veneration as a tangible memorial. Relics are an important aspect of some forms of Buddhism, Christianity, Hinduism, Shamanism, and many other religions.

  • an antiquity that has survived from the distant past

  • keepsake: something of sentimental value











Cherished Treasures of Those Who Go Before




Cherished Treasures of Those Who Go Before





San Francisco Call, Volume 82, Number 34, Sunday, 4 July 1897, Page 19, Column 1 –
Cherished Treasures of Those Who Go Before
A woman came in — a withered body with a face which I think has always been kept in the shadows of the deepest darkness of God’s world. And she bent close to the body on the stone slab — for her eyes were half bereft of their seeing and started back as recognition and the chill of the dead came to her.
I watched her furtively. It was my first introduction to this chapter in the life of a great city. A curious desire to witness the final act in the drama of those who play out their lives and end them in their own way had let me wondering to this farewell stage of the unidentified dead — to this last halting-place this side of the suicide’s grave.
The woman pulled back the covering and took up the hand of the silent form lying beneath it. There was a seal ring on one of the fingers. She tried to take it off.
A man pushed her to one side.
“You cannot have it now,” he said.
“We will see you later.” And he covered up the body again.
She looked at the man and her lips moved, but she did not speak. If she had spoken — if she had shrieked — it would have been a relief.
As she moved toward the door the man spoke to her again.
“How can I get it?” she asked, tremblingly — “the ring, it is mine.”
“He hasn’t been identified yet, madam,” the man reminded her.
“Of course not,” she said feverishly — “of course.”
And then there was a commotion on the other side of the room.
“He b’longs to some un,” whispered a ragged individual next to me.
And in the shuffling and amid the nervousness and the suppressed whisperings the woman disappeared.
***************
The Coroner was very busy. He solved all sorts of things with that business-like air of solemnity which belongs to this office. And he had that peculiar frown which is the most important requisite for the successful manager of final departures.
“How do you dispose of valuables found on the person of the dead?” I ventured to ask.
He paused to eye me sharply and to announce, somewhat fearfully, that “the Public Administrator gets them.”
“There isn’t so much, after all,” he explained; “usually a watch, or a ring, or a worthless pin. He can tell you what becomes of the things. I only know they are bundled up and sent away from here.”
So I hurried away, still determined, out into the street and past the crowds of living, scurrying mortals; away from the presence of the end of life. And I got into a car and sat opposite a young woman and watched her as she fondled the little one in her lap.
Out from the flatness of death into the fullness of life. It is a strange, strange scheme, indeed.
***********
There were a few people going my way, some with mourning faces, and some with the mourning only in their clothes. As we stepped out of the elevator two men were examining a watch.
“Pretty good watch for a quarter, eh?” one of them said, laughingly. “No name on it, either — I call that luck.”
The other one shrugged his shoulders. “I wouldn’t carry it,” he declared. “I’d be wondering, who had it before. I wouldn’t have anything bought at suicides’ auction.”
The other laughed again. “You’re superstitious, like a woman, he replied scornfully.
I am quite positive that I shared the superstition, and on looking at the packages of un-reclaimed articles which the worthy Administrator had in his possession, I felt it becoming stronger.
“The law prescribes a certain length of time that we must keep these things,” said he as he opened the smallest package. “This is a ring taken from a poor fellow who shot himself. No one ever came to claim it, and no one wanted to buy it because —” and he held it up to the light so that I could see plainly the engraving on the inside —“From Mother, June, 1888.”
“Now, you see, that’s of no value and we never could dispose of it in any way. So it’ll lie around here probably until it gets lost.”
“Why couldn’t you bury such things with the owners?” I suggested. “After all, they really belong to them.”
“Nothing belongs to a dead man. When he chooses death — or death chooses him — he has to give up his possessions in this world to those more able to enjoy them than he is. Besides,” he said in a business-like way, “he’d have an awful time keeping the poor fellows in their graves. Fiends would rob them.”
“But you auction things off, don’t you?” I asked, anxious to get his thoughts away from fanciful notions least I should have to admit that I had a few about some things myself.
“Well, not exactly a public auction — just a sale of a few things, you know. The place would become unpleasantly full of dead men’s relics if we didn’t dispose of them. Then we might be liable to become haunted — have the different spirits hunting for, their former possessions and prowling about at unreasonable hours.”
He looked at me quizzically. “So we just have a little sale — a few fellows come up here and I just sell for almost nothing a few things that will never be ca











Memories and Generations




Memories and Generations





In classical art, manly subjects for still lifes often included guns and pheasants or tackle and fish. I decided to try a manly still life a bit less testosterone laden. I can honestly say that no animals were hurt in the filming of this project.
Most of the elements in this image are relics my wife has kept to remind her of her father and grandfather. I hope she finds special meaning in this image as it reminds her of the two men who had such an impact on her development.









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