Smith
People
Occupations
- Blacksmith or ironsmith, a metalsmith who creates objects from wrought iron or steel
- Coppersmith or redsmith, a person who makes artifacts from copper
- Goldsmith, a metalworker who specializes in working with gold and other precious metals
- Silversmith, a craftsman who crafts objects from silver or gold
- Tinsmith, a person who makes and repairs things made of light-coloured metal, particularly tinware
Smith Magazine
Smith Magazine is a U.S.-based online magazine devoted to storytelling in all its forms. Smith's content is participatory in nature, and the magazine welcomes contributions from all its readers. The magazine has made a name for itself with its original graphic novel projects Shooting War, A.D.: New Orleans After the Deluge, and Next Door Neighbor; and with its series of Six-Word Memoirs projects. Most of these projects have since gone from web to print publication, from such publishers as HarperCollins, Pantheon, and Grand Central Publishing.
History
Smith was founded January 6, 2006 — National Smith Day — by writer/editor Larry Smith and designer Tim Barkow. Previous to launching Smith, Larry Smith was articles editor of Men’s Journal, and has been the executive editor of Yahoo! Internet Life, and senior editor at ESPN Magazine, and a founding editor of P.O.V. and Might magazines. Tim Barkow is a former editor at Wired and the online general manager at Portland Monthly.
The site focuses on "personal media": blogs, memoirs, diaries, viral videos, social networks, "the mash-up between the professional and the amateur, and art projects rooted in personal. It’s all about the highly personal take on everything." Since its 2006 launch, Smith has been heralded as “a vision for the future of populist storytelling,” “a gigantic cocktail party to which everyone is invited to come, listen, and contribute their own personal stories," and “the pulse of today’s cultural narrative."
Smith (Martian crater)
Smith Crater is an impact crater in the Mare Australe quadrangle of Mars, located at 66.1°S latitude and 102.9°W longitude. It is 75.5 km in diameter and was named after William Smith (1769-1839), an English geologist, and the name was approved in 1973 by the International Astronomical Union (IAU) Working Group for Planetary System Nomenclature (WGPSN).
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Fred
Fred may refer to:
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Television and movies
- Fred (film series)
- Fred: The Movie, a 2010 independent comedy film
Fred (2014 film)
Fred is a 2014 American documentary film that chronicles the 2012 presidential campaign of the first openly gay candidate, Fred Karger. Fred premiered at the Monadnock International Film Festival on April 4, 2014.
Background
Director John Fitzgerald Keitel followed the Fred Karger Presidential campaign for more than two years as it crisscrossed the country. Keitel had documented Karger's efforts to save the Boom Boom Room, a historic gay bar in Laguna Beach, California. The award winning documentary Saving the Boom. Keitel captured hundreds of hours of campaigning and tied this together by interviewing young gay activists, like Belinda Carlisle's son James Duke Mason, about how Karger's campaign changed their lives.
Synopsis
In 2009, Karger launched his presidential campaign at the Southern Republican Leadership Conference. Over the next two and a half years, Fred shows one man's struggle to bring his and his community's voice into the Republican presidential primary. Fred captures Karger qualifying for a Fox News Debate and for CPAC, but being excluded from these.
Roland (game character)
Roland was a game character developed in 1984 by Alan Sugar, CEO of Amstrad, and Jose Luis Dominguez, a Spanish game designer. The character was named for Roland Perry, a computer engineer who worked for Amstrad. The idea was to have one recognizable character in a number of different computer games in a bid to have the Amstrad CPC compete with the ZX Spectrum and the Commodore 64.
Games in the Roland-series
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Blue guitar
by: Fred SmithThere is no law and order, in Honiara now. Maelunga up at the Rove had said the shit is going down. But the Walkers, in the corner, ain't here for playing cards, they said "boy, you'll be alright, you just play that blue guitar".
So I picked my blue guitar up, started playing slow, I had another heavy night again last night, you know. I was up 'til seven thirty, at the Tropicana Bar, playing Baby I Go to Rio, on my lucky blue guitar.
These small pacific towns all start to look the same; missionaries, mercinaries, playing their little games. Better a bashing with the bible, than the butt of an SLR. So they say, but either way I'd rather play my blue guitar.
SIPL plantations, yesterday went up in flames. See, the mining boys are asking if the candle's worth the game while the captain of the yacht club, lights his last cigar, says "the only thing still working here's that fucken blue guitar".
They stole the TNT out of the Gold Ridge magazine, blew the Kakabono bridge out to the edge of smithereens. Packed each strut with fifteen kilos, set the det off from afar, snapped it like a string on my lucky blue guitar.
The White River Gang boys were delirious with fear. They were drinking pints of whiskey, and slamming shots of beer. When they moved on to the vodka they were toasting up the Czar, so I played the Volga Boatman on my lucky blue guitar.
Some old expat from the bar said "boy, you're guitar is not blue", I said what the hell you talking 'bout, who the hell are you? I hit a six off Dennis Lillee, and I clean bowled Gavaskar, this is the twenty seventh century, this here's a blue guitar.
My friend the bargirl Annalisa, she is uglier than sin, has an arse as big and wide as a yellow wheelie bin, her husband Clive is six foot five, weighs only seven stone, they say you oughtta here the racket when she's jumping on his bones.
Well I've been to many nations, caught many a fine disease, I've got a little dog named Sampson, with seven thousand fleas. The French anthropologist said "buy un flea collar", I said mercy on you soul, ma'am, she said "merci, au revoir". Jeu une autre chanson bleu sur ta chanceuse bleu guitare.
From the Bigfaet* hear the echo of the eight inch guns a pound, sending sailors to the bottom of the Iron Bottom Sound, in the evening see their spirits crawling up from the sand bar; they like to come ashore some nights to hear my blue guitar.