tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753132619376022772024-03-13T10:41:12.966+01:00Amontaristos writes stuffMarios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-87147837199670767682016-11-25T07:21:00.001+01:002016-11-25T07:21:23.855+01:00Προχειροδουλειές - Χειρότερα<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wZnioMAdw3g" width="480"></iframe>Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-89021208697745899222016-09-04T05:28:00.002+02:002016-09-04T05:28:48.199+02:00Όταν έπαιξα με τα Διάφανα Κρίνα<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Γράφω αυτό το κείμενο στη δουλειά, με το Έγινε η απώλεια συνήθειά μας, όλο το άλμπουμ, να παίζει ξανά και ξανά. Έχει πάει 3:00, πρωί Κυριακής 4 Σεπτεμβρίου 2016, και ήδη από τα τέλη Αυγούστου έχει αρχίσει να ξημερώνει όλο και πιο αργά. Το προηγούμενο βράδυ, πάλι στη δουλειά, είχα γράψει μία ανάλυση τού Ρίξτε τις καρδιές σας στα σκυλιά με σκοπό να ξεκινήσω μία σειρά βίντεο με αναλύσεις στίχων. Και θυμόμουν τον Θάνο και ότι είχα καιρό να διαβάσω νεότερά του και μετά απλώς προτιμούσα να σκεφτώ κάτι άλλο. Και το πρωί τού Σαββάτου, λίγο πριν κοιμηθώ, διάβασα στο Φέισμπουκ ότι τελικά δεν τα κατάφερε. Το ξέραμε, ναι. Αλλά αυτό δεν είναι παρηγοριά. Τώρα, αν και δεν έχει σημασία, θέλω να γράψω για μία από τις σπουδαιότερες εμπειρίες που είχα ποτέ, και στην οποία είχε συμβάλλει ο ίδιος ο Θάνος.</span></div>
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<br /><br />Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-38615926465109278802016-01-31T07:04:00.001+01:002016-01-31T07:04:25.150+01:00#90: A golf ball and a cat<div style="text-align: center;">
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So, it's been a long time since I last posted something here. Instead of a simple photo, I give you a GIF. There are some photos and some videos too. I'm just a bit lazy to post them all right now.</div>
Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Belleville, Paris, France48.8728179 2.38946099999998348.8623734 2.3692909999999832 48.8832624 2.4096309999999828tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-34617625310223703082015-10-18T08:08:00.000+02:002015-10-18T08:08:02.670+02:00#89: Eiffel for a golf ball<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Pun painfully intended. Do I regret it? I regret nothing. I know I haven't posted anything lately, but I've been very busy. And even more lazy. Mostly lazy. So, here you go. About a week ago I found myself near the Eiffel tower and I couldn't resist the temptation. I'm just a man, I'm not made of stone.<br />
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Here's the same setting with different focus. I like it, even if it's dark.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Trocadéro, Place du Trocadero, 75002 Paris, France48.8611775 2.289898499999935748.847736999999995 2.2697284999999359 48.874618 2.3100684999999355tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-82197305239807750122015-10-01T18:56:00.000+02:002015-10-01T18:56:22.167+02:00#88: Golf ball on a bench by the Seine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday I took a walk at the center of Paris. As usual, I had my golf balls with me. As usual, I had the camera with me as well.<br />
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Here we change the focus. The big building on the right side is the city hall of Paris, the Hôtel de Ville. A very cool area, with various events taking place every now and then. And some golf balls posing for a cool blog.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0St Gervais, Paris, France48.855545287396225 2.350639868725579648.852933287396226 2.3455973687255796 48.858157287396224 2.3556823687255797tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-43742252895956538462015-09-27T22:00:00.000+02:002015-09-27T22:00:02.999+02:00#87: Golf ball and chestnut-like fruits...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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...but they're not chestnuts. I won't taste them. I just wanted to take a photo with a golf ball. Maybe I'll open them for a bird or something.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Courbevoie, France48.900552 2.259289999999964548.8796745 2.2189494999999644 48.921429499999995 2.2996304999999646tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-16807707296513652942015-09-25T17:55:00.002+02:002015-09-25T17:55:39.517+02:00#86: A golf ball and some rooftops in Kavala<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Kavala looks nice in summer. There, I said it. I don't hate it as much as I have led you to believe. Especially when it's seen through the eyes of a golf ball.<br />
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I've always been fascinated by the houses that are built on the hillside. They look very cool, but what a pain in the ass must have been to move all the furniture in there.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Kavala, Greece40.937607 24.41286600000000840.889626 24.33218500000001 40.985588 24.493547000000007tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-26076049530904978552015-09-25T02:13:00.002+02:002015-09-25T02:13:42.570+02:00#85: Golf balls, rails and spikes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today I was at La Garenne Colombes, a bit outside Paris, when I walked alongside the railroad. I had to place a golf ball on the iron fence, of course. It was cool that the train was passing.<br />
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And this is some zooming out. With no train passing. Still cool, right?Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0La Garenne-Colombes, France48.913544145732793 2.2550927857971648.912239645732789 2.2525712857971603 48.914848645732796 2.25761428579716tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-82506841172725044422015-09-23T23:00:00.001+02:002015-09-23T23:00:40.298+02:00#84: Golf balls on a hat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Back in my hometown, I know another guy, who has a hat. But he has no golf balls. This is where we completed each other.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Chrysoupoli 642 00, Greece40.988022699999988 24.69664760000000640.964050699999987 24.656307100000006 41.011994699999988 24.736988100000005tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-35836061191283632992015-09-22T18:46:00.002+02:002015-09-22T18:46:45.431+02:00#83: Golf ball riding a bicycle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Back in my hometown, I know a guy who has a horse, a dog, a store, a head AND a bicycle. So, naturally, I took advantage of this as well and I put a golf ball on it. It wouldn't stay. Then I put it next to the wheel. It stayed.<br />
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And again. This time the focus is not on the ball, but you get the idea, don't you?Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Chrysoupoli 642 00, Greece40.988022699999988 24.69664760000000640.964050699999987 24.656307100000006 41.011994699999988 24.736988100000005tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-17712144727279939862015-09-21T22:09:00.002+02:002015-09-21T22:09:47.924+02:00#82: Grapes, watermelon, golf balls<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, in early September I was the best man on the wedding of one of my best friends. Later, at the place where we celebrated, I had my golf balls with me. And here's one of the photos I took.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Xanthi 671 00, Greece41.1300361 24.88649020000002641.106118099999996 24.846149700000026 41.1539541 24.926830700000025tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-59711039112317789922015-09-20T17:28:00.001+02:002015-09-20T17:28:25.952+02:00#81: Golf balls on the balcony<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Kavala is a town at the northern part of Greece. The golf balls went there at the beginning of September. Here's one more photo of them.<br />
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And here's the classic photo with the changed focus. I have better photos of the whole town. These here are reserved for the golf balls.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Kavala, Greece40.937607 24.41286600000000840.889626 24.33218500000001 40.985588 24.493547000000007tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-53622447813445677932015-09-19T17:13:00.001+02:002015-09-19T17:13:48.768+02:00#80: Golf balls on a plane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On September 2, I went to my hometown. And I was determined to take many golf ball photos. This was the first one, before even landing, yeah.<br />
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And this was the second one. The only ones I took in the plane, actually. Pretty cool, right? Yes. Yes, indeed.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-26621565333865113342015-09-18T17:52:00.000+02:002015-09-18T17:52:08.359+02:00#79: Golf balls on a haystack<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The guy who has a horse, has also some hay for the horse to eat. That stack was asking for the golf balls. So I listened.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Chrysoupoli 642 00, Greece40.988022699999988 24.69664760000000640.964050699999987 24.656307100000006 41.011994699999988 24.736988100000005tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-85447243070904249262015-09-17T22:52:00.002+02:002015-09-17T22:52:31.859+02:00#78: A dog that doesn't care for golf balls<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Back in my hometown I know a guy who has a dog. He's the same one who has the horse, the jewel store and the head from the previous posts. The dog wasn't very playful when I showed him the golf ball.<br />
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Just look at him, sitting there, doing nothing. I get more excited with the balls. What can I say, dogs are strange.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Chrysoupoli 642 00, Greece40.988022699999988 24.69664760000000640.964050699999987 24.656307100000006 41.011994699999988 24.736988100000005tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-48549251052110714352015-09-16T19:10:00.000+02:002015-09-17T22:56:36.338+02:00#77: Golf balls on my head<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Back in my hometown, I know a guy who has a head. So I put a golf ball on it. It wasn't easy. But I made it, because I'm a fighter.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Chrysoupoli 642 00, Greece40.982701687660644 24.70681853658447840.981952687660645 24.705558036584478 40.983450687660643 24.708079036584479tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-75598434810741804402015-09-15T18:00:00.000+02:002015-09-17T22:56:28.037+02:00#76: Golf balls and golden rings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is what I used to do some years ago and for many years. Now I don't, but some guy I know does. He also has a horse. I placed the golf balls everywhere. I mean it.<br />
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Here are the golf balls again, together with the golden rings. Very artistic. So very artistic, indeed.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Chrysoupoli 642 00, Greece40.982685489098522 24.70681853658447840.981936489098523 24.705558036584478 40.983434489098521 24.708079036584479tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-10880984160928617152015-09-14T18:00:00.000+02:002015-09-14T18:00:11.733+02:00#75: The golf ball and the horse<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Back in my hometown, I know a guy who has a horse. And I have golf balls. So, to make a long story short, photos were taken.<br />
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And here's another one. The horse is quite friendly, or at least that's what I think with my long experience with horses. In any case, I didn't dare put a ball on it. There's only so much I can actually try for my art.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Chrysoupoli 642 00, Greece40.988022699999988 24.69664760000000640.964050699999987 24.656307100000006 41.011994699999988 24.736988100000005tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-48064954519068094472015-09-14T16:51:00.001+02:002015-09-14T16:57:32.761+02:00Μαθήματα Στιχουργικής για Αρχάριους: Μία διδακτική σειρά βίντεο<div style="text-align: left;">
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In Greece (and I don't really know where else) there's this sweet called bougatsa, which consists of some enormously and painfully delicious ingredients (which are also enormously and painfully full of fat and calories). My recent short visit marked me as the weirdo who puts golf balls everywhere and takes photos. Oh well. I can live with that. It's not like it's not true or something.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Chrysoupoli 642 00, Greece40.988022699999988 24.69664760000000640.964050699999987 24.656307100000006 41.011994699999988 24.736988100000005tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-55745924479221883792015-09-12T17:06:00.000+02:002015-09-12T17:06:21.011+02:00#73: Golf ball waiting for the tram<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, this morning I had to take a detour after work, since the train didn't go to my destination for some reason, so I ended up waiting for the tram to take me home, two stations further ahead. I had some time and some golf balls with me, so here's one of the photos I took. The tram we see there was going to the opposite direction.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0La Garenne-Colombes, France48.907635091943853 2.238377259216349648.905026091943853 2.2333347592163495 48.910244091943852 2.2434197592163496tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-30128704600894673712015-09-10T17:40:00.000+02:002015-09-10T17:40:54.278+02:00#72: How much does a golf ball weigh?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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45.2 grams. That's right. No more, no less. You don't believe me? Well, see it better.<br />
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How about now? How could you ever doubt my words? Would I lie about golf balls? Would I?Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Chrysoupoli 642 00, Greece40.982684281552643 24.70597743988037140.981185781552647 24.703455939880371 40.98418278155264 24.708498939880371tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-6808875701952487462015-09-09T18:00:00.000+02:002015-09-09T18:00:12.417+02:00#71: Golf ball leaving Trouville<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, that's enough Deauville and Trouville for the golf balls for now, I guess. Until the next time.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Trouville-sur-Mer, France49.362019854463625 0.086015921981925249.361373354463623 0.0847554219819252 49.362666354463627 0.0872764219819252tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-46303941714237214072015-09-08T18:00:00.000+02:002015-09-08T18:00:10.394+02:00#70: Golf ball enjoying the sunny day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Still in Trouville, facing the sea and Deauville and a bird flying. Yeah, I took many bird photos these days. But here I only post golf ball photos, so there.<br />
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Here's something more focused. And with an angle. I started backwards this time.Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Trouville-sur-Mer, France49.366288999999988 0.08280799999999999349.324932499999989 0.00212699999999999 49.407645499999987 0.163489tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975313261937602277.post-67386456678383154132015-09-07T18:00:00.000+02:002015-09-07T18:00:10.026+02:00#69: Night golf ball and car passing by<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Golf ball in long exposure. Not very long, but long enough to see the movement of the lights without shaking very much. For a photo taken with a point-and-click camera, I'm very satisfied with the quality.<br />
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And again, with even more light passing by. Pretty cool, huh?Marios Amontaristoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14898797664422930127noreply@blogger.com0Deauville, France49.359804139707819 0.08042204501339256249.358511639707821 0.077900545013392566 49.361096639707817 0.082943545013392558