#nativity — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #nativity, aggregated by home.social.
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Alan Carr's BAFTA Moment Echoes Film Character
Alan Carr's excited reaction at the BAFTA TV Awards on Sunday has been compared to a character from the film Nativity! See who won other awards.
#AlanCarr, #BAFTATV, #Nativity, #CelebrityTraitors, #LondonEvents
https://newsletter.tf/alan-carr-s-bafta-dance-nativity-comparison/
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Alan Carr's happy dance at the BAFTA TV Awards on Sunday is being compared to a character from the movie Nativity! He was celebrating The Celebrity Traitors winning an award.
#AlanCarr, #BAFTATV, #Nativity, #CelebrityTraitors, #LondonEvents
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The Wise Man on the Right
I’ve been going through old black & white photographs and asking an AI model to colourise them for me, and it’s doing a pretty decent job of this. This photo jogged a few memories and prompted a realisation. Read on to find out more.
I don’t remember much about the day that photograph was taken, just the soft weight of the costume, the scratch of the fabric at my neck, and the sense that something important was happening even if I didn’t quite understand what. I must have been six or seven. We crossed the road from Birstall County Primary school to the chapel in our costumes, a little procession of shepherds, angels, and wise men wobbling along the pavement like mismatched ducklings.
In the picture, I’m the one on the far right: glasses too big, robes hanging awkwardly, trying to look solemn and grown-up. I can see now that I was nervous, though I wouldn’t have had the words for it then. Back then, I just felt “different,” without knowing why.
If I could speak to that kid now, that tiny wise man with the oversized glasses, I’d tell him the truth no one around him knew how to give him. I’d tell him he’s autistic, and that this is why the world feels louder, sharper, and more complicated for him than it seems to be for the other children. I’d tell him he isn’t broken or strange; he’s simply wired in a way that will one day make sense.
I’d warn him, too, because honesty matters. The bullying will come, and it will hurt, and it will get worse in high school before it gets better. But I’d also tell him that he survives it. Not by becoming someone else but by slowly, stubbornly, becoming himself.
And maybe that’s why colourising this photo feels so powerful. It’s like offering that child a kindness he never received at the time: a moment of being seen clearly, gently, and with understanding.
Sometimes the smallest memories are the ones that finally teach us who we’ve been all along.
#AI #Autism #autistic #blackAndWhite #Childhood #colourised #disability #disabled #emotion #family #feeling #glasses #life #love #memoir #Nativity #oldPhoto #spectacles #wiseMan -
The Wise Man on the Right
I’ve been going through old black & white photographs and asking an AI model to colourise them for me, and it’s doing a pretty decent job of this. This photo jogged a few memories and prompted a realisation. Read on to find out more.
I don’t remember much about the day that photograph was taken, just the soft weight of the costume, the scratch of the fabric at my neck, and the sense that something important was happening even if I didn’t quite understand what. I must have been six or seven. We crossed the road from Birstall County Primary school to the chapel in our costumes, a little procession of shepherds, angels, and wise men wobbling along the pavement like mismatched ducklings.
In the picture, I’m the one on the far right: glasses too big, robes hanging awkwardly, trying to look solemn and grown-up. I can see now that I was nervous, though I wouldn’t have had the words for it then. Back then, I just felt “different,” without knowing why.
If I could speak to that kid now, that tiny wise man with the oversized glasses, I’d tell him the truth no one around him knew how to give him. I’d tell him he’s autistic, and that this is why the world feels louder, sharper, and more complicated for him than it seems to be for the other children. I’d tell him he isn’t broken or strange; he’s simply wired in a way that will one day make sense.
I’d warn him, too, because honesty matters. The bullying will come, and it will hurt, and it will get worse in high school before it gets better. But I’d also tell him that he survives it. Not by becoming someone else but by slowly, stubbornly, becoming himself.
And maybe that’s why colourising this photo feels so powerful. It’s like offering that child a kindness he never received at the time: a moment of being seen clearly, gently, and with understanding.
Sometimes the smallest memories are the ones that finally teach us who we’ve been all along.
#AI #Autism #autistic #blackAndWhite #Childhood #colourised #disability #disabled #emotion #family #feeling #glasses #life #love #memoir #Nativity #oldPhoto #spectacles #wiseMan -
The Wise Man on the Right
I’ve been going through old black & white photographs and asking an AI model to colourise them for me, and it’s doing a pretty decent job of this. This photo jogged a few memories and prompted a realisation. Read on to find out more.
I don’t remember much about the day that photograph was taken, just the soft weight of the costume, the scratch of the fabric at my neck, and the sense that something important was happening even if I didn’t quite understand what. I must have been six or seven. We crossed the road from Birstall County Primary school to the chapel in our costumes, a little procession of shepherds, angels, and wise men wobbling along the pavement like mismatched ducklings.
In the picture, I’m the one on the far right: glasses too big, robes hanging awkwardly, trying to look solemn and grown-up. I can see now that I was nervous, though I wouldn’t have had the words for it then. Back then, I just felt “different,” without knowing why.
If I could speak to that kid now, that tiny wise man with the oversized glasses, I’d tell him the truth no one around him knew how to give him. I’d tell him he’s autistic, and that this is why the world feels louder, sharper, and more complicated for him than it seems to be for the other children. I’d tell him he isn’t broken or strange; he’s simply wired in a way that will one day make sense.
I’d warn him, too, because honesty matters. The bullying will come, and it will hurt, and it will get worse in high school before it gets better. But I’d also tell him that he survives it. Not by becoming someone else but by slowly, stubbornly, becoming himself.
And maybe that’s why colourising this photo feels so powerful. It’s like offering that child a kindness he never received at the time: a moment of being seen clearly, gently, and with understanding.
Sometimes the smallest memories are the ones that finally teach us who we’ve been all along.
#AI #Autism #autistic #blackAndWhite #Childhood #colourised #disability #disabled #emotion #family #feeling #glasses #life #love #memoir #Nativity #oldPhoto #spectacles #wiseMan -
The Wise Man on the Right
I’ve been going through old black & white photographs and asking an AI model to colourise them for me, and it’s doing a pretty decent job of this. This photo jogged a few memories and prompted a realisation. Read on to find out more.
I don’t remember much about the day that photograph was taken, just the soft weight of the costume, the scratch of the fabric at my neck, and the sense that something important was happening even if I didn’t quite understand what. I must have been six or seven. We crossed the road from Birstall County Primary school to the chapel in our costumes, a little procession of shepherds, angels, and wise men wobbling along the pavement like mismatched ducklings.
In the picture, I’m the one on the far right: glasses too big, robes hanging awkwardly, trying to look solemn and grown-up. I can see now that I was nervous, though I wouldn’t have had the words for it then. Back then, I just felt “different,” without knowing why.
If I could speak to that kid now, that tiny wise man with the oversized glasses, I’d tell him the truth no one around him knew how to give him. I’d tell him he’s autistic, and that this is why the world feels louder, sharper, and more complicated for him than it seems to be for the other children. I’d tell him he isn’t broken or strange; he’s simply wired in a way that will one day make sense.
I’d warn him, too, because honesty matters. The bullying will come, and it will hurt, and it will get worse in high school before it gets better. But I’d also tell him that he survives it. Not by becoming someone else but by slowly, stubbornly, becoming himself.
And maybe that’s why colourising this photo feels so powerful. It’s like offering that child a kindness he never received at the time: a moment of being seen clearly, gently, and with understanding.
Sometimes the smallest memories are the ones that finally teach us who we’ve been all along.
#AI #Autism #autistic #blackAndWhite #Childhood #colourised #disability #disabled #emotion #family #feeling #glasses #life #love #memoir #Nativity #oldPhoto #spectacles #wiseMan -
The Wise Man on the Right
I’ve been going through old black & white photographs and asking an AI model to colourise them for me, and it’s doing a pretty decent job of this. This photo jogged a few memories and prompted a realisation. Read on to find out more.
I don’t remember much about the day that photograph was taken, just the soft weight of the costume, the scratch of the fabric at my neck, and the sense that something important was happening even if I didn’t quite understand what. I must have been six or seven. We crossed the road from Birstall County Primary school to the chapel in our costumes, a little procession of shepherds, angels, and wise men wobbling along the pavement like mismatched ducklings.
In the picture, I’m the one on the far right: glasses too big, robes hanging awkwardly, trying to look solemn and grown-up. I can see now that I was nervous, though I wouldn’t have had the words for it then. Back then, I just felt “different,” without knowing why.
If I could speak to that kid now, that tiny wise man with the oversized glasses, I’d tell him the truth no one around him knew how to give him. I’d tell him he’s autistic, and that this is why the world feels louder, sharper, and more complicated for him than it seems to be for the other children. I’d tell him he isn’t broken or strange; he’s simply wired in a way that will one day make sense.
I’d warn him, too, because honesty matters. The bullying will come, and it will hurt, and it will get worse in high school before it gets better. But I’d also tell him that he survives it. Not by becoming someone else but by slowly, stubbornly, becoming himself.
And maybe that’s why colourising this photo feels so powerful. It’s like offering that child a kindness he never received at the time: a moment of being seen clearly, gently, and with understanding.
Sometimes the smallest memories are the ones that finally teach us who we’ve been all along.
#AI #Autism #autistic #blackAndWhite #Childhood #colourised #disability #disabled #emotion #family #feeling #glasses #life #love #memoir #Nativity #oldPhoto #spectacles #wiseMan -
A Savior was born for you—hope has a name: Jesus. Share this image to celebrate the true meaning of Christmas every day. #Nativity #JesusIsBorn #Gospel #BibleVerse
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@venite nativity with lighthouse!
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@venite nativity with lighthouse!
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@venite nativity with lighthouse!
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@venite nativity with lighthouse!
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@venite nativity with lighthouse!
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I'm glad to report that I keep walking past this nativity scene and the security company are doing a good job because Jesus is still imprisoned 👍
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I'm glad to report that I keep walking past this nativity scene and the security company are doing a good job because Jesus is still imprisoned 👍
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I'm glad to report that I keep walking past this nativity scene and the security company are doing a good job because Jesus is still imprisoned 👍
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I'm glad to report that I keep walking past this nativity scene and the security company are doing a good job because Jesus is still imprisoned 👍
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I'm glad to report that I keep walking past this nativity scene and the security company are doing a good job because Jesus is still imprisoned 👍
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Indian artist, Adoration of the Christ Child, from the Muraqqa of Nana Phadnis, Mughal India, ca. 1620–1630, collection of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya. #arthistory #nativity #christmas #painting #indianart #artofindia
From Victoria Emily Jones, Christianity Today Magazine, December 18, 2023: “This painting is from the era of Emperor Jahangir (r. 1605–1627) of the Mughal dynasty, a Muslim Persianate dynasty of Turco-Mongol origin that ruled much of the Indian subcontinent from the 16th to 18th centuries. Like his father, Akbar, Jahangir was interested in Christian art and dialogue. He invited Jesuits into his court and instructed his artists to paint Christian themes after the European prints the Jesuits shared. This one is adapted from a Flemish engraving by Aegidius Sadeler II.“
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Indian artist, Adoration of the Christ Child, from the Muraqqa of Nana Phadnis, Mughal India, ca. 1620–1630, collection of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya. #arthistory #nativity #christmas #painting #indianart #artofindia
From Victoria Emily Jones, Christianity Today Magazine, December 18, 2023: “This painting is from the era of Emperor Jahangir (r. 1605–1627) of the Mughal dynasty, a Muslim Persianate dynasty of Turco-Mongol origin that ruled much of the Indian subcontinent from the 16th to 18th centuries. Like his father, Akbar, Jahangir was interested in Christian art and dialogue. He invited Jesuits into his court and instructed his artists to paint Christian themes after the European prints the Jesuits shared. This one is adapted from a Flemish engraving by Aegidius Sadeler II.“
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Indian artist, Adoration of the Christ Child, from the Muraqqa of Nana Phadnis, Mughal India, ca. 1620–1630, collection of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya. #arthistory #nativity #christmas #painting #indianart #artofindia
From Victoria Emily Jones, Christianity Today Magazine, December 18, 2023: “This painting is from the era of Emperor Jahangir (r. 1605–1627) of the Mughal dynasty, a Muslim Persianate dynasty of Turco-Mongol origin that ruled much of the Indian subcontinent from the 16th to 18th centuries. Like his father, Akbar, Jahangir was interested in Christian art and dialogue. He invited Jesuits into his court and instructed his artists to paint Christian themes after the European prints the Jesuits shared. This one is adapted from a Flemish engraving by Aegidius Sadeler II.“
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Indian artist, Adoration of the Christ Child, from the Muraqqa of Nana Phadnis, Mughal India, ca. 1620–1630, collection of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya. #arthistory #nativity #christmas #painting #indianart #artofindia
From Victoria Emily Jones, Christianity Today Magazine, December 18, 2023: “This painting is from the era of Emperor Jahangir (r. 1605–1627) of the Mughal dynasty, a Muslim Persianate dynasty of Turco-Mongol origin that ruled much of the Indian subcontinent from the 16th to 18th centuries. Like his father, Akbar, Jahangir was interested in Christian art and dialogue. He invited Jesuits into his court and instructed his artists to paint Christian themes after the European prints the Jesuits shared. This one is adapted from a Flemish engraving by Aegidius Sadeler II.“
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Indian artist, Adoration of the Christ Child, from the Muraqqa of Nana Phadnis, Mughal India, ca. 1620–1630, collection of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya. #arthistory #nativity #christmas #painting #indianart #artofindia
From Victoria Emily Jones, Christianity Today Magazine, December 18, 2023: “This painting is from the era of Emperor Jahangir (r. 1605–1627) of the Mughal dynasty, a Muslim Persianate dynasty of Turco-Mongol origin that ruled much of the Indian subcontinent from the 16th to 18th centuries. Like his father, Akbar, Jahangir was interested in Christian art and dialogue. He invited Jesuits into his court and instructed his artists to paint Christian themes after the European prints the Jesuits shared. This one is adapted from a Flemish engraving by Aegidius Sadeler II.“
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A nativity scene is displayed in the damaged St George’s Church in the southern Lebanese village of Yaroun near the border with Israel [Mahmoud Zayyat/AFP].
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A nativity scene is displayed in the damaged St George’s Church in the southern Lebanese village of Yaroun near the border with Israel [Mahmoud Zayyat/AFP].
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A nativity scene is displayed in the damaged St George’s Church in the southern Lebanese village of Yaroun near the border with Israel [Mahmoud Zayyat/AFP].
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A nativity scene is displayed in the damaged St George’s Church in the southern Lebanese village of Yaroun near the border with Israel [Mahmoud Zayyat/AFP].
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A nativity scene is displayed in the damaged St George’s Church in the southern Lebanese village of Yaroun near the border with Israel [Mahmoud Zayyat/AFP].
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It is snowing, the entire world becomes a minority.
This time of the year — high season for spies,
you catch up with yourself under any guise,
betrayed by the lack of respect for authority.
A betrayal like this doesn't carry a prize;
all around you a hush is afloat.
How much light there is, crammed in the shard of a star,
in the night! like exiles in a boat.
Don't go blind, look! You yourself are an orphan,
a black sheep, a pariah, an outlaw.
To your name not a penny. Out of your maw —
frozen breath in the shape of a dragon.
Better pray out loud, like a new Nazarene,
for the bearers of gifts in both
halves of the earth, self-proclaimed kings,
and for every child in a cradle.Joseph Brodsky, 1986
(my translation from the Russian; https://shimon-edelman.github.io/poetry/Brodsky-nativity-1986.html)
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It is snowing, the entire world becomes a minority.
This time of the year — high season for spies,
you catch up with yourself under any guise,
betrayed by the lack of respect for authority.
A betrayal like this doesn't carry a prize;
all around you a hush is afloat.
How much light there is, crammed in the shard of a star,
in the night! like exiles in a boat.
Don't go blind, look! You yourself are an orphan,
a black sheep, a pariah, an outlaw.
To your name not a penny. Out of your maw —
frozen breath in the shape of a dragon.
Better pray out loud, like a new Nazarene,
for the bearers of gifts in both
halves of the earth, self-proclaimed kings,
and for every child in a cradle.Joseph Brodsky, 1986
(my translation from the Russian; https://shimon-edelman.github.io/poetry/Brodsky-nativity-1986.html)
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It is snowing, the entire world becomes a minority.
This time of the year — high season for spies,
you catch up with yourself under any guise,
betrayed by the lack of respect for authority.
A betrayal like this doesn't carry a prize;
all around you a hush is afloat.
How much light there is, crammed in the shard of a star,
in the night! like exiles in a boat.
Don't go blind, look! You yourself are an orphan,
a black sheep, a pariah, an outlaw.
To your name not a penny. Out of your maw —
frozen breath in the shape of a dragon.
Better pray out loud, like a new Nazarene,
for the bearers of gifts in both
halves of the earth, self-proclaimed kings,
and for every child in a cradle.Joseph Brodsky, 1986
(my translation from the Russian; https://shimon-edelman.github.io/poetry/Brodsky-nativity-1986.html)
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It is snowing, the entire world becomes a minority.
This time of the year — high season for spies,
you catch up with yourself under any guise,
betrayed by the lack of respect for authority.
A betrayal like this doesn't carry a prize;
all around you a hush is afloat.
How much light there is, crammed in the shard of a star,
in the night! like exiles in a boat.
Don't go blind, look! You yourself are an orphan,
a black sheep, a pariah, an outlaw.
To your name not a penny. Out of your maw —
frozen breath in the shape of a dragon.
Better pray out loud, like a new Nazarene,
for the bearers of gifts in both
halves of the earth, self-proclaimed kings,
and for every child in a cradle.Joseph Brodsky, 1986
(my translation from the Russian; https://shimon-edelman.github.io/poetry/Brodsky-nativity-1986.html)
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It is snowing, the entire world becomes a minority.
This time of the year — high season for spies,
you catch up with yourself under any guise,
betrayed by the lack of respect for authority.
A betrayal like this doesn't carry a prize;
all around you a hush is afloat.
How much light there is, crammed in the shard of a star,
in the night! like exiles in a boat.
Don't go blind, look! You yourself are an orphan,
a black sheep, a pariah, an outlaw.
To your name not a penny. Out of your maw —
frozen breath in the shape of a dragon.
Better pray out loud, like a new Nazarene,
for the bearers of gifts in both
halves of the earth, self-proclaimed kings,
and for every child in a cradle.Joseph Brodsky, 1986
(my translation from the Russian; https://shimon-edelman.github.io/poetry/Brodsky-nativity-1986.html)
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Manila cardinal: ‘Worship’ of wealth, power empties Christmas meaning
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Manila cardinal: ‘Worship’ of wealth, power empties Christmas meaning
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Operation Get the Clergy Feeling No Pain is moving along nicely, I'm distributing the wine, whisky and panettone. More tomorrow.
I'm having my feast of 1 fish tonight. As opposed to the 7. I don't have time for 7, lol!
#italianamerican #nativity #buonnatale -
Operation Get the Clergy Feeling No Pain is moving along nicely, I'm distributing the wine, whisky and panettone. More tomorrow.
I'm having my feast of 1 fish tonight. As opposed to the 7. I don't have time for 7, lol!
#italianamerican #nativity #buonnatale -
Operation Get the Clergy Feeling No Pain is moving along nicely, I'm distributing the wine, whisky and panettone. More tomorrow.
I'm having my feast of 1 fish tonight. As opposed to the 7. I don't have time for 7, lol!
#italianamerican #nativity #buonnatale -
Operation Get the Clergy Feeling No Pain is moving along nicely, I'm distributing the wine, whisky and panettone. More tomorrow.
I'm having my feast of 1 fish tonight. As opposed to the 7. I don't have time for 7, lol!
#italianamerican #nativity #buonnatale -
Operation Get the Clergy Feeling No Pain is moving along nicely, I'm distributing the wine, whisky and panettone. More tomorrow. I'm having my feast of 1 fish tonight. As opposed to the 7. I don't have time for 7, lol! #italianamerican #nativity #buonnatale
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What world was Jesus born into? A historian describes the turbulent times of the real nativity
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What world was Jesus born into? A historian describes the turbulent times of the real nativity
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Happy Holidays, all. Try to behave responsibly.
#christmas #holiday #nativity #prank #MrBean #chunderroad
https://youtu.be/q8tSq-fNNyk -
Happy Holidays, all. Try to behave responsibly.
#christmas #holiday #nativity #prank #MrBean #chunderroad
https://youtu.be/q8tSq-fNNyk -
Happy Holidays, all. Try to behave responsibly.
#christmas #holiday #nativity #prank #MrBean #chunderroad
https://youtu.be/q8tSq-fNNyk -
Happy Holidays, all. Try to behave responsibly.
#christmas #holiday #nativity #prank #MrBean #chunderroad
https://youtu.be/q8tSq-fNNyk -
Happy Holidays, all. Try to behave responsibly.
#christmas #holiday #nativity #prank #MrBean #chunderroad
https://youtu.be/q8tSq-fNNyk -
The Nativity and Shepherds #Nativity BnF MS Latin 9438; Missel de Limoges; 12th century; f.19v @[email protected]
