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slightly less sunshine

Posted on October 07, 2015 at 5:56 pm
Mood: Gasteracantha
Now Playing: Giacomo Puccini - Il Conto?
Someone I work with once brought to the wildlife center an ornate box turtle that she thought was someone's pet, because the nails were long and it was somewhat weak. I wonder if it was George, the turtle with the tape on it, since I took that photo some time in 2013. I'm not sure what George's story was nor am I sure what his fate is.

A seagull needed some necrotic bone removed so its wing could heal. This, unfortunately, meant that the seagull was laying on its side with its wing held up by some tape hanging from the lamp. Sometimes we have to make up things as we go along.

The raccoons were ostracizing one of the little raccoons we transferred into their pen.

Tyler once saw two cooper's hawks attacking a bald eagle.

Courtney would be pleased to know that I rescued the spider that was hanging out in the surgery room. In retrospect, I should have taken him to the laundry room, where he'd build a web and eat all the flies.
Bethany says she's seen more disgusting things; she used to work at Wal-Mart. I'm not sure if she's referring to the necrotic wing or the spider.
There was a cockroach scuttling around in Puff's tank so I had Skinky eat it.

I've got nothing else to talk about. Sorry.
There's a band called Imelda Marcos and the fact that they aren't shoegaze confuses and infuriates me. As for what they actually sound like, I really don't care unless there's a lot of willowy vocals and pedal-distorted guitar.

burning question: if ghosts aren't subject to gravity, wouldn't they be left behind when the Earth moves away from them?


life is elsewhere

Posted on October 04, 2015 at 10:10 pm
Mood: Staurocalyptus
Now Playing: Giacomo Puccini - Il Conto?
I had a conversation with an artist (graphic designer) and pianist (I mean two different people, kupo. They're sisters) who was learning Clair de lune by Claude Debussy and whose favorite composer is Frederic Chopin, who, like Debussy, can do no wrong, and they had a cat named Peanut and a milk snake (or was it corn snake) with an unspecified name. It went from summer to winter in a week, says she.
We then met a man who drew Mario getting high on a mushroom on a whiteboard.
I tried to draw someone with black hair and a black jacket and gray hoodie who got on on South Station and she tried to take a picture of it and I hope it was successful.
And I'm sorry we couldn't talk about art or anything. I'm sorry I couldn't get to know you.

A woman told her dog Sully "I will give you cheese if you come with me" but he refused so she carried him instead.

I mentioned Bartok while waiting for the doors to open and a girl talked about how she played one of his pieces but can't remember the name for it because it was in Hungarian, and she tried to learn Russian and is now taking Mandarin Chinese and loves how simple the grammar is and its lack of tense and gender.

I met a Bianca at Panera Gurpgork, which is unofficially Turkmen for bread.

Someone was talking about a movie that was like Indiana Jones, if it was really crazy and Indiana Jones was a woman and there's a pterodactyl.
I don't have any clue what she's talking about.

Princess is a pug-chihuahua hybrid and her owner was playing with her and saying "well, she had a squashed face but we stretched out and then we tried to push it back in but it never works."
Princess played back by nibbling on his hand. The woman next to him was somewhat allergic to dogs.
I tried to draw her, but she kept moving around. It's not the first time I tried to draw a dog.

And I lucked out because Bob's Burgers wasn't on tonight anyway.

La boheme was originally set in the 1840s, same context as Les miserables. Leoncavallo wrote his own opera based on the play and Puccini called him Leonasino (lion-ass instead of lion-horse… not sure why… Italian surnames can be really out there. I have a friend who's surname translates to Make It Beautiful), in which the younger people of Paris were disillusioned by the Napoleonic Wars and the nationalism of the bourgeoisie, and artists could no longer rely on patronages, and Paris was experiencing an influx of people from the French countryside, who were living in close quarters.
Rodolfo, a poet (and filmmaker in the BLO's version), Marcello (a painter), Colline (a philosopher), and Schaunard (a musician) are living in a garret, they get their landlord Benoit, balls, drunk and swindle him out of his payment, which they use for an evening out, Rodolfo stays behind and Mimi's candle blows out so she needs Rodolfo to light it, but then she loses her key and the candle goes out too, and they fall in love, they gather at a revolutionary hangout and run into Marcello's ex Musetta. Musetta wants Marcello back so she swindles the government minister Alcindoro out of some money to pay for their food when nobody else has anytthing out, they join a protest, Mimi reveals that she has tuberculosis (probably, it's never specified, it was updated to AIDS in the musical Rent. It might be a bit hard to sing with the most common form tuberculosis because the bacteria are eating away the lungs, but tuberculosis can happen in other parts of the body too. Also, tuberculosis is a big problem where AIDS is), and they can't be together because Rodolfo has no money and can't do anything for her, Musetta finds Mimi wandering the streets desperately ill and brings her to the garret, they pawn their stuff to get Mimi some mittens to keep her hands warm and try to call a doctor but she dies before that.
The set for the first act had a painting of Che Guevara, a poster of the film Masculin Feminin, mattresses and chairs and other junk salvaged from curbsides and flea markets, graffiti that said "it is forbidden to forbid" and "we are here" and
.….. ot
.….. ard
The moon was projected against the words "time is an invention"
During the protest, they were carrying signs that said Revolution Now! and "capitalist pig" being held by the captive Alcindoro with an apple in his mouth and "beauty is in the streets." Originally the protest was a military band. The BLO depicted the barricade as a mountain of garbage.
In the third act, the graffiti became "we are still here" and
.….. ot
.….. ard

Colline sings a tearful goodbye to his coat.

In the last act, before Musetta informed the men that Mimi had fallen seriously ill, I think one of the guys was holding a de Gaulle caricature in front of his face and the other guy had a Marx painting and they were fightning over Marilyn Monroe.

There's a lost third act where Musetta holds a party and her landlord auctions off her furniture and Musetta dances with a viscouit and Rodolfo is jealous.

Liberté, Égalité, Sexualité.
In 1968, students protested against the conservative middle class values in France, its violent colonial legacy, its disregard for the needs of students and youth, the brave new world of capitalism and its growing inequality. Protests began at the University of Paris campus in Nanterre, where men and women were not permitted to visit each other, and they shuttered the university for the second time (the first was in 1940 and you can guess why) in its 700 year history. 600 students were arrested.
Eventually artists, workers, and intellectuals joined them and a nationwide strike brought French society to a halt. "Life Is Elsewhere," a surrealist slogan, became a rallying cry for revolutionaries. Other slogans included "it is forbidden to forbid," "enjoy without hindrance," and "elections, a trap for idiots."
De Gaulle left the country, retuned the next day accusing the Communists of stoking the unrest and plotting the downfall of the French nation and state, and held elections, which gave even more power to the right wing.
France For The French was a popular anti-revolutionary slogan, even though if it wasn't for the very very many non-French in the French Resistance, they'd all be speaking German in the largest province of the German empire French has no word for gratitude, I guess.

Time is an invention of those incapable of love is a phrase connected with the left-communist magazine Invariance, for those of you wondering.
Of course, in 2015, it's more aptly "time is an invention of those without deLoreans."

the happening world
Some things change, some things stay the same. Meanwhile, the Syrian Arab Republic is currently brutally putting down protests that escalated into a civil war instead of fizzling out at the first sign of violence with the help of their Russian and Iranian puppetmasters because Bashar al Assad and his wife would rather leave Syria in ruins than leave power. Refugees are pouring out of Syria, and right-wing movements are gaining ground, and even Democratic Underground has joined in in the xenophobic fervor.
A few years ago, Occupy and Black Lives Matter fizzled out and accomplished very little politically. I'm not going to blame them if the right wing gains power. It's not their fault. It's the democratic establishment's fault for fielding lackluster candidates in response to the Republican's outright terrible ones.
And then you have the commodification of art and people giving advice that is basically saying the only reason to write fiction is to make money and you have people saying that you should write at least four novels a year and don't give a shit about quality. And you have techies pricing everyone out of homes.

Lisa Goldstein wrote a novel called The Dream Years, in which André Breton and his friend Robert St. Onge, who was not a real person which explained why the first thing I found when Googling him is arrest records, though I am fairly confident that I can find arrest records for André Breton, uses surrealism to peacefully fight in 1968 protests and a revolution further in the future.
I'll have to see if I can get my hands on this.

I don't like commenting using Facebook but I want to say the Arch of Triumph in Palmyra was blown up as if to say "hey, Bashar, remember those tourists who came to visit these ruins? Well, they're not going to come to your new Transcaspian-style despotate!"
So I'll say it here.

tracking with closeups
Most of these are from earlier times where I thought of collecting random snippets of conversations, forum posts, facebook statuses, and tweets.

Orange moon
la luna sangre
how beautiful are you.

somebody sarcastically proposed this and I actually sincerely agree that all militaries should send their soldiers to battle carrying kittens, and nobody would ever want to shoot each other.

I've posted about this before, but I think the hitman franchise needs a game where agent 47 travels through time and assassinates historical figures

datura simulator.

But now for the real worst part. Right after the bride and groom kissed, and they turned to face the audience, the groom's face turned to stone

I choose to take that literally. People shouldn't be marrying basilisks. Fucking seriously.

I feel like this should be put into an old-school Looney Toons episode. It would be a silent episode that would involve nothing but Daffy Duck attempting to walk through a mile of swamp.

Carla said this.
Today was the temp to perm training. The instructor uses this as an ice breaker, "if you were a cookie, what cookie would you be?"
There were like 25 of us and the most common responses were, " sugar cookie, chocolate chip, girl scout, Oreo etc."
My response? " browser cookie."

Immelman said this.
I want to congratulate the following.
-Those who found love.
-Those who lost love then found love again.
-Those who lost their car keys then found love.
-And those who lost their car keys then found their car keys.

A response:
Everyone finds their keys. That's a fact.
My response: and if they don't find their keys, others find them and use them to make jewelry or something.

Sully said this. this is a true statement, because I was in a hot car with my coat on in traffic and I had no way to take my coat off and I was motion sick and it felt like forever.
Sully's theory of MBTA Relativity: the louder, more overcrowded, or generally more uncomfortable the vessel in which you occupy, the slower time goes.

List of things you need to shoot 12 times in self defense:
1. Werewolves
2. That's literally it.

Ethan said this.
Every time Facebook puts out a notice that they are "updating" their privacy policies, I assume that means they are removing them.

Shannon said this.
That awkward moment when you think your beard's finally coming in and it just so happens theres a spider on your chin instead.

‪Sully:‬ Oh she invented Google?

‪Gwenhwyfar: Former famous pro tennis player, then famous for being stepdad of the Kardashians, and now for being the most famous trans* person in America.
Sully: All that and she invented Google? I'm impressed.
Sully: Yeah fuck the Kardashians. Props to Jenner: it takes balls to be a woman and let the world know. A public announcemt like this raises the conversation and (gasp) might even help some people accept trans folks if not understand them. I just wish it had been somebody I gave a fuck about like Al Jean or The Hamburglar.

Super Spooky Burning Question time, because it's October. They were mostly ganked from NeoGAF.

burning question: at what altitude or depth does haunted land stop being haunted? Apparently, there's a movie where the Bermuda Triangle extends to the moon.


as if all time had stopped

Posted on October 01, 2015 at 6:43 pm
Mood: Cherry 2000 - Lungfish
Now Playing: ascalapha
It's like Where's Waldo. Can you find yourself? Check out all these zany characters.

There are two drawings in there that I need to photograph again, but I can't do that until it's sunny again. Also, I had to upload the images one at a time because I got an error when batch uploading and I have no idea why and I have no idea if it's on my end or imgur's, though when I searched Twitter, I found nothing about errors, and I have no idea if the errors are still there. Right now, I'm not interested in finding out if they are.

So if you want to read about the people I've drawn, you can go to this neat-o index I have on the sidebar and then look up the entries there. For mobile users who don't have the sidebar or neat-o Secret of Mana theme, go here for the index of indices.



[this instant eternal]

[a great & terrible beauty]

[where light and shade repose]

[none of them are you]

[the edge of death]

[the dance of the inheritors]


[afternoon, dont end]

[lofty swells]

[tango time]

[summer morning, summer night]

[sibyls in stone]

[un musique sans commencement ni fin]

[prayers of a rain god]


[rapt in the evening air]

[trouble in tirana]

[the moon ascending]

[in the season of the rains]

[give more than you take]
[a line, a loop, a tangle of threads]

[summer idyll]

[the interrupted measure]

[sunset prism]

[in time of plague]

[bright matter]

[authority ordained it]

[at the maelstroms edge]

Also, if you're wondering why I wrote "dont," the spoiler tags don't seem to like apostrophes.

Also, not much else is going on. I thought I had yet another cold but maybe not and I thought Joaquin was going to hit us because none of the projected paths for Joaquin had it hitting us, and at first it was probably going to hit North Carolina but now it's probably going to go out to sea, so I guess it's okay. And someone called What Price, Wonderland? a bad band name, but it's a reference to Weaveworld and therefore it's a good band name.

Burning question: There isn't anything wrong with the paper, it just looks yellow because of the sun. Is that okay with you? Is the image size good?


hereafter, and after

Posted on September 29, 2015 at 6:25 pm
Mood: Spinochordodes
Now Playing: Terry Riley - Ragtempus
I think that even if asakiyume will be scarce for the next two weeks, I'm going to start posting scans from my sketchbooks shortly.

In my dream, the world was separated into a southern desert, a northern desert which was somehow worse, and a band of plains along the equator. I was fixing up an old mansion room by room and living in it and it felt like a really long time.

In real life, things weren't terribly exciting, even with Jacob around briefly. Well, actually, there was a great raccoon escape. One of them unlocked their cage from the inside and one of them was scurrying on the tops of the cages when Kira was trying to find the other one. On the whiteboard, there's a guy who says "I am koalafied" and a monkey man wants to know the most dangerous animal in the world.

Kira said that seal's eyes look like black holes because they're so big but squirrel eyes have a weird glint to them. Those aren't quite her exact words.

Once we had an owl fledgeling who had lead poisoning and rodenticide poisoning, we raised him and released him and he just stood there as if to say "yeah, okay, I want more mice now." If you're wondering how an owl can get lead poisoning when we usually see it in swans who dredge up bits of shot, well, sometimes when someone shoots a rodent, it survives but bits of shot get stuck in there and passes it on to the owl that eats it.

I'm trying to imagine someone trying to shoot a vole.

We have a common tern. Also, I think we have a northern water snake but when I noticed it, I couldn't find Kira or anyone else afterwards.

When I left for the wildlife center, Out of the Blue Too had $2000 to go and I was really despondent that they probably wouldn't get the funding they need to become a non-profit or something and stay open, but lo and behold, when I got home, it only needed 300 and by the time I went to bed last night, they made it.

burning question: what would happen if you told Mr. Meeseeks to draw a four-sided triangle or create a sine of alpha greater than one or to live for a century?


full moon, empty heart

Posted on September 26, 2015 at 9:59 pm
Mood: Phoronopsis
Now Playing: shadsy - midnight solstice
Emma said that she'd "maybe" go to the Beantown Jazz Festival and, well, just "maybe" I just found my new Jimmy Jr. Actually, no I didn't. Or at least, I did and then I lost her. I said to myself that I'd be on the lookout for things like people walking cats (I didn't see any because I think cats are awesome and if I saw someone walking a cat, the first thing I'd do is pet it) or people putting a bun between two hotdogs or a pop-tart coming out of a toaster house and driving a smaller toaster with wheels.

Because I SWEAR TO FUCK that I had a conversation about Back to the Future with Paige.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't meet interesting people like last year's jazz fest, because I did, I just didn't learn their names. Except for Molly and Megan and it might be Meghan or Meaghan or Meaghean.

Hemp Fest was happening (Amy and the Engine was playing), which I think explains someone with a weed tattoo and a guy with a shirt that said marijuana is safer than alcohol, but doesn't actually explain the people with colorful hair and I think there was an event at City Hall.
There would be people with colorful hair no matter what. In fact, I saw people with colorful hair at Jazz Fest. A woman had hair of turquoise and sea green and pale violet. Another woman had half neon red half buzzcut in black. A guy had bright crimson hair.

I have no idea who "she" is but "she" was there. Check her stuff out if you're into chiptunes.
The 8-bit rendition of Snow's theme starts out sounding like it belongs in Battletoads.
And there's sixteen bit Slowdive.

Molly described my drawings of her (and Rebecca and Chelsea and so on) and paintings of Amy and Christina as beautiful.

Some people, including Molly, Megan, the woman with green hair, and a couple consisting of a guy in a purplish hat and hoodie and a woman with a leopard print scarf, a pink shirt, glasses, and a hand of fatima necklace took pictures of their portraits.
Not that colors matter. Although sometimes I wish that I could take all my watercolor pencils and gel pens and colored ink.
Also, I wish I had chronostasis and could therefore freeze time whenever I wanted something done really quickly or wanted to get somewhere quickly, and it really doesn't fucking matter that I'd be moving faster than everyone else because spacetime is broken and nobody ages.
Although if I had power over spacetime in a world where people age normally and people using chronostasis age faster than anyone else, I'd use something like the song of double time instead. Uh, don't try that on a moving vehicle. Actually, see the burning question.
You can wait for them to propagate on twitter, try in vain to find whatever hashtags they used on instagram, or you can wait for me to post them, probably by the end of October.
But I digress. By green hair, I mean, she had dark hair which transitioned to green, much like Kate from Children of the Revolution (not to be confused with Kate from we are the dreamers of dreams, who actually looks a lot like Christina). She had what looked like a ukulele or a violin tucked under her bag. Her friend had streaks of pink in her hair and gauge earrings and a necklace with charms and an eyeball pendant, so tigers will not eat her if she sleeps on the train. I don't know what would happen if those tigers had the munchies, though.

A guy named David was singing a song at Downtown Crossing and a girl was singing along with him. She says a lot of people think she looks familiar.

So what I got to hear was The Mosaic Project featuring Terri Lyne Carrington and Jaguar Wright, and the George Garzone Quartet the Teros String Quartet doing a tribute to John Coltrane and Stan Getz. The only bad thing about it was how you could sit in certain spots and hear the music on multiple stages on the same time, which isn't as cool as it sounds.
I swear two of the people listening to the Mosaic Project, one is blonde and one is ambiguously Asian with an emphasis on ambiguous and her friends who showed up later were mostly ambiguously Asian with an emphasis on Asian aside from one blonde woman with dreadlocks. were people I drew last year at Jazz Fest. I'd be wrong, though, unless it's possible for her to stuff all that hair in a bun.
I got a glimpse of David Gilmore: Energies of Change, but I was more interested in the Mosaic Project.
Keep that in mind, though. If you want to go people watching or sketching or you just want to smell like marijuana, it's the third Saturday in September.

I'm not sure what Ledisi is. Wikipedia tells me she's a R&B/soul/jazz singer and her name means something like Come Forth in Yoruba.

They were giving away tambourines this time.

I think that guy standing somewhere in between two stages at Jazz Fest was drumming to some recordings of flute jazz all day.

I met a 9 week old goldendoodle named Juno who liked to chew on my hand and a 7 year old black pug named Darth Vader.

I just noticed the kinetic sculptures that look like Anima's manipulators that hung above the outbound tracks.

When trains approach or depart, they spin.

There was a guy human beatboxing on the opposite side of Downtown Crossing.

The woman in a long sweater and the woman with a leopard print scarf were impressed by my art and hopefully doubly impressed that I could draw them while standing on a bus.

I had to draw a woman with short purple hair and a nose ring and a wool poncho really quickly. I didn't get to draw her friends, unfortunately.

burning question: so, if that was true if you had a portable chrono-displacer and if you leapt through time on a moving airplane and found yourself 10 kilometers above the ground without a parachute, wouldn't you be stranded in outer space whenever you leapt through time anyway?


after many a summer dies the swan

Posted on September 21, 2015 at 7:12 pm
Mood: Ligariella
Now Playing: Belly - Gepetto
I had a Rick and Morty marathon to restore emotional equilibrium the other day (these things are beyond my control. I think she might be sick. For now, I feel like I've lost contact with someone who might have a crush on me). At first, I thought Rebecca was talking about one of the creatures in Mrs. Pancakes' dream but as the marathon went on, I saw the episode where Rick makes the love potion so that Jessica will fall in love with Morty but it fuses with the flu virus so he needs to use an even more powerful flu virus with mantis DNA in it to cure them but instead it turns everyone into mantis people. I'm positive that's what Rebecca was thinking of.
Also, I got into the band Belly because the song Seal My Fate was on the episode where Rick makes their cable pick up TV shows from every reality, I got into Rick and Morty because Rebecca told me, and I talked to Rebecca because she looked like Emma.
It's funny how things work out.

Instead of dreaming about Rick and Morty or Kate, I dreamt I was in a huge beaux arts city and a museum like a cross between the tactical warship Merkaba and the museum of natural history.

Yeah… Shadowdancer Duskstar is pretty much quoting and supporting someone who says "diversity = white genocide." Or multiple people, anyway.

ISIS released a kill list of US cities and for some reason, there are only two major cities on there, and there's Colorado Springs, which is the Vatican for the evangelical movement and I'm sure there are many people who have, at one time or another, thought about using a doomsday device on Colorado Springs, and a bunch of places I seriously doubt anyone outside of those places have heard of. I mean, seriously. Cheney, Washington has slightly less people than Pepperell. Colton, Washington has 418 people, and it's not near anything, and there's nothing there. This isn't even "throw darts at a map" territory.
Or maybe it's some kind of agitprop and/or hoax.

I then dreamt in which I was at an Atlas Lab concert but I got scammed out of ten dollars but they let me see them anyway but I woke up before they actually played their set. I'm not sure what the other band played but it was probably Belly or Helicopter Helicopter or Letters to Cleo.

I'm actually not sure if any swans died. One of the cedar waxwings did, and a few others did. We got a raccoon that was really messed up (its femur or something was sticking out) so we had no choice but to put it down.
A harrier grabbed a sanderling and when the sanderling struggled, he looked around for fellow raptors and not seeing any, he pinned the sanderling's head underwater and drowned it.
On the other hand, we've (not we as in the wildlife center but we as in humans) trained sea otters to use inhalers when smoke is aggravating their asthma. That was our especially good news because Jean's coffee spilt.

So I must have stepped into an alternate reality because apparently cat mysteries are a big thing.
Seriously, we need a real life murder mystery at the wildlife center: all the flies are dead. Spoiler alert: a cat did it and he is sentenced to be petted.
Even more seriously, there are a dozen cat mystery novels by at least four different people in the wildlife center's bookstore.

Jumpy the Chinchilla got more dentistry. She's around 12 years old so her teeth are messed up.

Summer always feels squandered, no matter what you do, and even if I didn't get sick, I was literally unable to go to every concert and art event I wanted to go to.

burning question: What the hell? Why would Mr. Goldenfold's dream version of Mrs. Pancakes' dream version of a centaur be dreaming about a scary place like this, Rick?


lights eternal

Posted on September 16, 2015 at 9:09 pm
Mood: lathamus
Now Playing: Rose Polenzani - The First Time
If you can, support Out Of The Blue Too art gallery. You know you want that power drill.

Someone was talking about train dreams. Something about being nine feet tall.

They held the concert at Sandurz Theatre and I'm really surprised about that. That's cool, I guess. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised because this concert was planned for Fay Chandler's birthday, September 15th a long time ago and I'm sure nobody could guarantee it was going to be blue skied and clear and warm. Still, that's typical for September. I mean, I had to check out the art at City Hall made in honor of Fay Chandler. I thought I would eat at the Boston Public Market but apparently it's closed on Tuesdays so I had to wait.

Emma made Painting To Heal My Hands, and that's why I went there in the first place instead of going straight to Harvard Station.

here's the full sized image, should you desire it.

A list of what's there doesn't seem to exist in this reality. Just check out these sites. They're all pretty great.
Krystel Brown
Wilton Tejeda
Chie Yasuda

Watercolor Universe.

Jim Kociuba
Jordan Piantedosi
Lauren Hayes
Hthaiwon Layne
I think she might be the only Hthaiwon in existence.

Chelsea Revelle
Elisa Hamilton
Katharina Rentumis, which is Greek and not Lithuanian.
One of these images from May 2015 is Circle Meditation.

I still think my favorite work was Grid System by Jeremy Hetherington.

I don't believe the mosaics have anything to do with her, nor does the tall sculpture made from bottle caps, but that thing that looks like the offspring of Guillo from Baten Kaitos Origins and Majora's Wrath does.

Basil Kincaid did that, if you're wondering.
here's a good picture of it.

On the way to Harvard Square, I met (and very quickly sketched) a woman who's bag was covered in pins, and I agree with the sentiments raised about how war just creates more terror and silence being the voice of complicity, except that technically, neither cordoning off people and occasionally bombing the shit out of them to the point where the land will become unusable nor is killing or driving off the inhabitants and replacing them with settlers can really be considered occupation. Ethnic cleansing, I suppose.
I'd go into more detail but I'm really not in the mood for a flame war.

There was a woman with insect tattoos and purple hair in Brattle Square. And in Harvard Square, a man named Peter Pobodry played the guitar.

I got Vietnamese, of course, specifically, meatball phở, and then lo and behold, the Bon Me truck is just past Harvard Yard.
If anyone can tell me what that spicy relish stuff from Vietnam is called, I thank you. It's not sriracha, though there was a tin of that too, and I think the dark stuff is hǎixiān (hoisin) or maybe some kind of fish sauce.
I noticed that there's a comic shop called The Million Year Picnic, which is not only awesomely twee, it's a reference to the Martian Chronicles.

Lo and behold, The Walk Off was playing there, so I didn't have to sit around for two hours. For some reason, the vocalist's microphone was muted.

I overheard part of a conversation about the last snickers and a moral obligation to something.

One of the people in line collected opera masks.

They're both tall, they both have the same hairstyle, they both dress in a similar style, they both have big eyes, in fact, I actually approached her with much apprehension because I thought at first glance, she was Emma. She lacked a nose ring and a bumblebee tattoo.
I wouldn't have even noticed her at all had she not looked like Emma.
Hell, I don't think I'd be recommending Rose Polenzani had Emma not made me aware of the concert. And I just want to say, even though I think my days of having every action monitored, every emotion scanned, every bit of information processed, disseminated, and made known to those miserable bastards that are the DREADILK are over, that I went to ArtBeat Loops to hear music and dance and see art, not to see Emma. In fact, I didn't even expect to find her. I don't know, maybe it's for the best that I met Emma.

She's never been to their concerts and didn't know about them until now but she heard "hey, free concert" and showed up. Hopefully, we see each other next year.

When she told me her name, I was sure she was going to say Emma. Nope, it's Rebecca. The first person that came to her mind when I said "Emma" is Emma Watson.
There's a song called For Emma and I don't want to listen to it because I know it's not about pastrami, kraut, and bagels.

I'm not sure what languages Emma speaks (I want to say French) but Rebecca tried to learn German and Arabic, and learned a few words in Turkish. She's nowhere near fluent enough to have any idea what I wrote on that triptych portrait. She says that the most difficult thing about Arabic grammar is how different it is and how things are different depending on if you're speaking to a man or a woman. Then we talked about Japanese and it's levels of formality and how there are words that change depending on if they're spoken by a man or a woman. She says that Polish and Russian have a lot of consonant clusters like English.
She said that Arabic is the most beautiful written language and it's hard to disagree with her.
Although I actually say Javanese or Balinese. Latin's kinda meh, because it was inscribed into stone while Chinese was written with a brush and Thai was written on dried palm leaves so you get a lot of squiggles, but there are ways to write beautiful things with the Latin script.
She was walking around Cambridge one day and came upon a mosque, and she was totally awestruck by the design.
It's a really nice building. It kinda looks like a typical house that's covered in mosaics.
We (meaning the class) talked about Islamic art during a geometry class once.

Unlike Emma, Rebecca hasn't really traveled the world, only to Firenze, Italy, but she's never been to the Middle East or anything. She says the background in one of my drawings looks like Italy. It was one of those transitory drawings I made during college, in between the small figures on a large landscape or cityscape or whatever I did throughout high school and the portraits I did post-college. She evolved in the opposite direction, from portraiture to more abstract drawings and boxes and teeth and faces made from abstract designs.
She said my painting of a woman with a mantis head reminded her of Rick and Morty. I've never seen that but it sounds interesting and I might need to marathon it. I'll probably end up marathoning it anyway but if I have an emotional need to marathon it the way I marathoned Archer back in March, I'll explain why then.

Recently, she's been listening to a lot of Joy Division and Fiona Apple, along with a bit of the White Stripes and a band called Black Merda, which is not "shit" but slang for murder because a lot of black people were getting killed during the 70s (she trailed off)
She says it's the best psychedelic band she's ever heard, but admits she hasn't heard much in the way of psychedelic music. She does know who Acid Mothers Temple is.
She doesn't know who Flying Saucer Attack is because she told me about how her roommate was making flying saucer noises to the dog and trying to teach him how to identify flying saucers.

Recently, she's been listening to a lot of Joy Division and Fiona Apple, along with a bit of the White Stripes and a band called Black Merda, which is not "shit" but slang for murder because a lot of black people were getting killed during the 70s (she trailed off and I said "some things change, some things stay the same.")
She says it's the best psychedelic band she's ever heard, but admits she hasn't heard much. She does know who Acid Mothers Temple is.
She doesn't know who Flying Saucer Attack is because she told me about how her roommate was making flying saucer noises to the dog and trying to teach him how to identify flying saucers.
I recommended Rose Polenzani, Atlas Lab, Popol Vuh, Flying Saucer Attack, and probably something else.

She says a lot of people have that vaguely motion sick expression when riding the train.

She told me my art reminded me of someone she knew, or perhaps someone famous, and when I drew her portrait from the side, in which she doesn't look that much like Emma probably because she didn't have her mouth slightly ajar when I was drawing her, she said it reminded her of the illustrations in Roald Dahl books.
One thing I did she compared to Giger.

She showed me the results from a time she let a kid doodle in her sketchbook and I'm like "are you sure you aren't my friend? Like maybe you got exiled to an alternate dimension for transgressing social norms or you lost your identity."

Here's her art, by the way. All of it is worth seeing. I said that she should scan the things she writes in her sketchbook, and that we should all keep journals and write down our thoughts and maybe share the thoughts with the world that aren't too personal or aren't yet relevant.

Unlike Emma, she actually let me read the things she wrote. Some of the words are German or Arabic.

Fanfare For A Common Man is "ava," not "kuimba'e." It would make a great national anthem, if you ask me.
Fantasia on Greensleeves makes a lot of Americans think of a traditional Christmas carol but makes me think of one scene in Xenosaga with Cecilia, Catherine, and Febronia.
Remembering Fay is their 9th world premiere of the season.
The River is a mix of swing and traditional classical music. I do not hear the stages in life in this but some people do.

During the intermission, I asked Rebecca if she had synesthesia but she doesn't. Lots of people ask that, apparently. Nope, sometimes she just needs to draw. I know how that is. My notes from school had random abstract designs in them.

Fanfare for the Uncommon Women by Joan Tower sounds a bit like Fanfare For A Common Man as composed by John Adams.

Girl Crazy overture actually reminds me of Springtime for Hitler.

Stan Strickland joined us onstage for a calypso medley of man (kuimba'e) smart, woman smarter, which always makes me think of Homer and Marge (my google fu tells me that it's from an early Treehouse of Horror and that if men were truly smart, they wouldn't get hit in the groin by a football), the banana boat song which is about loading bananas on ships overnight and they're waiting for the bananas to be counted so they can go home. Jamaica Farewell is about the beauty of the islands and leaving behind a lover.
And then he played a click song on the flute.

Moonlight Serenade was used on the Simpsons. It's Jacqueline Bouvier's favorite song. They didn't follow it up with Sing! Sing! Sing! and I'm kinda disappointed. They followed it with the music from Lonesome Dove, which he described as elegiac.

The encore was a medley of Beatles songs as performed by a swing orchestra.

This thought came from another one but I'm not sure what. Partisangirl's proposal to have Lebanon and Syria dump Arabic and start speaking Aramaic is doomed to failure. It's one thing to change a secondary lingua franca (like Arabic to Swahili in South Sudan, well, as much sense as South Sudan makes, also, Swahili is spoken natively by Muslims and I don't know if they realize that. If you have no idea what's going on in South Sudan, I'm not surprised. I just don't think they want to admit that the country was doomed to failure and civil war even without the big bad Muslims) over time. It's a completely different thing to change the primary language.
I think I was thinking about Turkmenistan and it's orthographic reforms, which involved $ and £ and ¢ and ¥ but they changed their minds when Unicode became a thing and adopted more dignified letters like ç and ş and ý. I didn't tell Rebecca about that, but she doesn't have a "sh" or "ch" sound in her name so it doesn't matter.
I did tell her about the ice palace in Ashgabat, which is in a desert, and closing all the hospitals outside the capital in a country the size of California. Yeah, I think Turkmenistan might actually outcrazy North Korea.
Because even switching from Cyrillic to Latin was a disaster in Azerbaijan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, and Tajikistan.

Burning Question: if we can screen potential jurors who can't be trusted to be impartial, why can we not screen potential police officers for personal traits or ideologies that might prevent them from upholding the law fairly and serving and protecting all people equally?
Note that this does not apply to any capital cases. I think that weeding out anyone who doesn't support the death penalty means more jurors who believe that the mere act of being accused of a crime is tantamount to guilt.
I mean, just look at Gurpgork's latest witch hunt. I should also say that privatized law enforcement is a monumentally giant mistake.


The Doomherald

Posted on September 14, 2015 at 7:46 pm
Mood: Daubentonia
Now Playing: Sianspheric - Turbulent, Hydrodynamic
It's really quiet now, now that it's just Courtney, Kira, Geena, and Tyler.

Jean was watching a seal necropsy but we got good news anyway.
This isn't so much good news from Madagascar, as Madagascar discovering environmentalism would probably herald the end of the world, in which, I don't know, aye-ayes will grow to the size of giraffes and sprout wings, as it is good news involving something indigenous to Madagascar.
An aye-aye went on a romantic getaway from Japan to Jersey so they can keep the gene pool diverse.

Supposedly, they have a spooky as fuck call, but I am alas unable to find a recording of one. What's more well known is their middle finger that is extra-long and can rotate 360 degrees so they can eat insect larvae that live inside the wood. Their incisors continually grow. I learned about them in physical anthropology, which was mostly about primate evolution.

There's one out there named Smeagol, which is an apt name for one. There are only 51 aye-ayes in zoos, which means we have an inbreeding problem.
Also, I think Mauritius or maybe the Planet of the Apes should annex Madagascar.

The locals have the habit of killing them on sight. The locals hate every ape they see, from chimpan-a to chimpanzee, but they hate aye-ayes in particular. Yeah, I know aye-ayes aren't even apes, they're prosimians. Shut up.

They're also the world's largest nocturnal primate, which I find odd. I'd think there'd be some kind of nocturnal monkey, or galagos would be larger. It probably didn't help that most of the pictures I've seen are babies.

Either Kira or Geena, I can't tell, and I x-rayed a painted turtle; we got the cranial-caudal and ventral views by taping him to a box.
He swam a bit lopsided, that might be because his lungs are filled with crapola and it might just be because he's being weighed down on one side by the zipties, or it might be a combination of both.
His shell is healing but he has months to go before release. Besides, there's no food in the winter and their immune system goes to shit so it's hard to brumate (that's the reptile equivalent of hibernate) upon release, so he'll probably winter with us instead. Besides, it takes four to six months for a reptile's bones to heal completely, and that's only once the infection is removed.

One of the squirrels is losing fur. The waxwing needs to learn to eat on his own because we won't be following him around the woods with tweezers. Other than that, the releases are doing great. It's almost time for Raccoon Roundup, in which the interns run around with nets trying to catch raccoons and vaccinate them before they get taken to a state park and released.

Courtney took a video of a raccoon grabbing a toy and taking it in with him in the swing but he's too fat and he drops it and then falls out.

I dreamt of Angkor Wat and jewelry made out of the photonegatives from old trips to Cambodia, and burnt out abandoned mansions, where the floor plan seemed like my high school.
I met a different Courtney, who has a Day of the Dead skull tattoo, so I, of course, had to tell her about the altar at the Peabody Museum. I also met a man with a tattoo of a sorceress amongst flowers, a parrot, and skulls.

Meredith asked this. She's never seen Back to the Future but should because Biff is totally based on Donald Trump.
Burning Question: What's with middle class white men and nukes?


emergent evolution

Posted on September 07, 2015 at 9:42 pm
Mood: bathysaurus
Now Playing: Radiohead - Jigsaw Falling Into Place
Protip: if you ever have a bunch of coins and need to put them on your CharlieCard or whatever your transit system's equivalent is, don't bother counting them out or grouping them by type, because you'll just lose track of everything. Just grab a handful, input a value, and put coins in until you get it. Then repeat the process for as long as you have coins.

A kid pointed out that buildings were bigger than people and her father explained that buildings are meant to hold people but here's a building that's smaller than a person because it holds books, not people.

When they say the Harvard Museum of Natural History is free for MA residents from 9 to 12, what they mean is it's free if you get there between 9 to 12 and you can stay until it closes if you please. It's not a huge museum, so you probably won't.

I don't know what to think of the glass flowers. Yeah, they looked amazing, especially the blighted apple and peaches. On the other hand, I was expecting something more stylized that looked less like a real plant and more like a glass model of a real plant. Something like the glass mollusks, where a woman said a sea slug looked like a leaf.

There's a gulper eel, a deep sea lizardfish, a conger eel, all in jars. They may look terrifying in art (and that page on The ABCs of Nature will forever stick with me), but they're tiny in real life.

There were some pelts and the fans made them look like they were moving. It was kind of creepy, actually.

I remember having a discussion with Emma about giant tortoises and I'm sure that's the thing she meant. There's also a pliosaur skeleton that might have been reconstructed with too many vertebrae.

A woman who was drawing the giraffe in pencil has never been to a concert. I think when I was her age, I saw The Firebird on the Esplanade. She says that drawing people is a great way to interact with people, even when they aren't social.
Also, the last time I was at the Harvard Museum of Natural History, she wasn't born yet. I remember jugs and I remember the room with all the minerals.

A different woman really knew her shit when it came to animals.
She described bison meat as being like gamey beef, and by that, she means meat that's been a bit spiced, or perhaps it's like moose. I've heard from other sources that anteaters taste like beef that has been marinating in formic acid, which, spoiler alert, comes from the distillation of ant bodies. I wouldn't know this because I'm not adventurous when it comes to meat, unless it's seafood.
She doesn't recommend shark. She says it tastes like swordfish and pee, because of the uric acid content of its flesh. It wasn't a greenland shark, it was some kind of local shark that's a bycatch with tuna.
To my observation that the giraffe is male, she says some giraffes have a pseudopenis, which is not as prominent as the female hyena's.
She says not to touch armadillos, because they're covered in bacteria, specifically, the bacteria that causes leprosy, which aren't so much symbiotic, as they are present because the armadillo rolls around in feces all day. It helps them, though, because no predators will want to eat them because they'll get sick and die.
She was kept up every night for a week by two barred owls having a territorial dispute.
She knows how fast hedgehogs can run, which is not very. Sonic lied to you. However, a red fox can run up to 30 miles prower.
She still can't answer my question about the mystery insect that looks a bit like a dead leaf when sitting still and a really deformed butterfly when it's startled and jumps away. It might be a katydid and it's probably some kind of orthopteran.
When she was in Australia, she saw a whole bunch of dead flying foxes. I think I know why: Australia is trying its hardest to be another Madagascar. Except, and I say this as if anyone would want to flee to Madagascar, but at least Madagascar doesn't send refugees to detention centers in countries that have exhausted all their natural resources and are therefore dependent on said detention centers.
She's also visited arctic Norway.
I don't think it's true that malachite is toxic. Orpinite, arsenopyrite, and cinnabar are, and so is stibnite, which makes stibnite great for eating utensils.

I said one of the minerals looked like broccoli.
Her traveling companion, who has short dark hair and is a vegetarian and therefore has no interest in eating shark or bison, said "that's what she said."
Also, she thinks that American bison are better than Eurasian bison because they're fluffier.

There's a lot of rhodochrosite including a stalactite and I even found some millerite, but I didn't find cobaltite, which is CoAsS, which means it's grouped with things like pyrite, and is a lot more dull gray and a lot less brilliant blue than I'd expect from its name.
They probably don't have uraninite, trapezohedron is a shape and not a specific type of mineral, I didn't think to look for perovskite or scarletite and even if I did, I doubt I'd find any scarletite. However, Wikimedia's page tells me that they do have perovskite. Adamantite refers to several materials, most of which are artificial. Mnar stones, which grant the bearer visions, are not real. Dark matter is a thing but it's not dark magic in material form, it's just a mysterious substance that has no radiation emissions we can detect and is only known through gravitational effects and it probably doesn't feed on night's darkness.

Unfortunately, if you enter the Peabody Museum from the Museum of Natural History, you get the peace offerings and the rather disheartening fact that long periods of peace like the Hodenosaunee League and the Tokugawa period in Japan and then the modern weapons (some Tuareg firearms and a pistol from WWI-era Balkans, which is about as modern as you can get and still have artistry in your weaponry) and armguards converted to jewelry) before you see the helmets, shields, spears, blades, and maces. There's a suit of armor from Kiribati which consists of a pufferfish helmet and a club lined with shark teeth and a suit of armor from Alaska that has Qing dynasty coins and puffin beaks sewn into it.
The exhibit is obviously intended for you to enter through the Peabody Museum entrance and then if you want to continue, you go through the climate change room, where you learn about snowball earth being caused by increased albedo caused by glaciation south and north of 30°, or in other words, we'll have to convert the Red Line into a Snowpiercer, and I learned that we can't study Venus' climactic history because it's nearly impossible to bring back anything from a planet where even having a probe land there and survive long enough to gather any useful data is difficult and there's evidence that the entire crust overheats and melts every few million years anyway.
But, no, it's the other way around. Move backwards through the history of arms and armor, and then check out the Mesoamerican room that features some stelae, some textiles, and a really amazing Day of the Dead offrenda with various paintings of skulls and two cats snuggling under a skeleton of a cat, and on an ideal day, up to the Pacific Islanders stuff, and then downstairs to what is now Wiyohpiyata, a Lakota perspective on westward expansion, but will no doubt be different in the future. They seem to have a lot of stuff and probably rotate it over long periods of time.
The Spanish wanted to save the souls of Native Americans. The English-speakers ignored them when they weren't in the way of resources they wanted and removed them, either through relocation or simple extermination, when they were. Also, the Mad Genius Club consists of awful people who don't deserve hugo awards, or breathing any substance other than sand and crab shit.

One of the people I drew was talking about how she knows a bunch of Emmas. I'm not going to count Emmas by proxy. Also, speaking of Emma, I thought about eating at that place Emma works at but a) I don't know where it is and b) I don't even know what the place is called, so I said "fuckit," thought about the buffet at that place near Brattle Square, which wasn't open, so I got a salad and French fries instead.
Also, c) it's a 1 mile walk between Sandurz Theatre and the place, and some of the things look pretty good but I really can't see myself eating there, and I especially can't see myself eating there during a snowmageddon unless I can store a day like this in a canopic jar and break it open when winter starts to break me.
IF you're wondering, she's at [location removed, because some people can't see how awesome my plan is and may need to be kept away]

One of the people I met on my trip was an art teacher. One wasn't very good at art but used to draw when she was younger. One was a musician by the name of Garv Bomjan, and he's from Nepal. I thought he was Kannada, but that was based on his music. I gave him a penny because that's all the change I had.
He has a soundcloud.

Here are some thoughts and observations I had from earlier in September and am somewhat loath to include them here but I can't think of anywhere else for them.

Someone had a tattoo of a barn owl holding a crystal orb in his talon. It's from the movie Labyrinth; the Goblin King transforms himself into a barn owl.

Kate always thought of hedgehogs as something that people bred to be pets.

burning question: what is the plural of armos anyway? I figure the plural of keese is keese and the plural of stalfos is officially stalfos and the rest of them are pretty standard except for Aquamentus, which is probably Aquamentes or Aquamenti. Maybe it's armoi or armota or arme. Ah, the thoughts while walking the dog.


fate and freedom

Posted on August 31, 2015 at 6:47 pm
Mood: Dicyema
Now Playing: The Promise Is Hope - Quiet Hands
First, let it be said that key lime donuts are a thing and they are truly amazing. All I could think during rounds was "mmm, donuts... holy shitnacks!" There was something about white nose syndrome and only one hibernatorium of little brown bats left in Massachusetts but it was good news because it's Monday and Jean says no bad news on Mondays, but all I can think of is donuts. Maybe there's a commensal bacteria that helps the bats fight infection. Bacon donuts are a thing too but honestly that seems way too clashing to me.

The Promise Is Hope
I like this even if I did wish they had a different vocalist when I first heard it.
They played a concert with Atlas Lab once, I think it was when I got a nasty, brutish, and short spring cold from Emma. So I'm thinking "hey, maybe I'll never talk to Emma ever again and I'm reverting back to discovering music on my own instead of through her, but at least my life has been enriched in some way by meeting her. And she (along with Gabriella) was such a pivotal part of last summer. As for the summer, well, aside from getting sick halfway through, which sucked, I guess it was on par with the summers before I met Gabriella, maybe even better, and all the people I met were awesome, and I'm really sad that summer's almost over.
I don't want to admit defeat. Not yet. We'll see how things go once things quiet down.

Denby and the Alcotts
I stumbled upon this, I don't know how.
I was like: Wait, isn't that Matina?
And then I was like, "no, she's not from Massachusetts."
Then I was like "wait a minute, that's not even a banjo, that's a ukulele. There is a huge difference."

Fiddlers' Galaxy
Remember when I brought this up about two years ago? That piano is perfect for solitary late summer nights.

I wish Sophie Atlas and Bong Wish would update their bandcamps or anything really. As of July 1st, Bong Wish is working on their first album, so if I haven't completely forgotten by then, I'll see you in 2018.

I did some Google Fu and found out not only that the vocalist in Gretch is from Chile but she has some stuff on Soundcloud. If you're me, you may need to do some fiddling, and by that, I mean metaphorical fiddling, to get things to play. I shudder to think of what a technocracy would be like. Yeah, there'd be budget but they'd blow it all on huge changes that nobody wants and occasionally everything will break down or catch fire.

There's a bottle of habanero sauce in the refrigerator and we use that to anoint things that we don't want the animals to suckle. At least, Jacob hopes that's all we use it for.

Nothing much actually happened. I made some lunch for the blue jay, flicker, and robin, which are all the same thing, and Jacob cut up some huge rats with huge balls, and Daria finished up her internship, which I was really surprised by, and then we cleaned some cages out back.

This battered-looking screech owl came in. Hey, if anyone knows how to resize an image on Facebook with the URL, let me know.

burning question: are you still dreaming of moogles and moondust?


lay down your weary tune

Posted on August 28, 2015 at 6:29 pm
Mood: Myersglanis
Now Playing: Azam Ali - Sackpipslät
I made a woman look really tall in the drawing, though she was actually pretty short in real life.

I saw a guy who's shirt said "keep the change, you filthy animal," and I know it's cruel to bring up Christmas in the week of the last summer concert, but really, Home Alone is like Die Hard in that it's not really about Christmas, it just happens to be set around that time.

"Lily is a grasshopper in a dog's body." Lucy was a lot calmer. I'm wondering if Lucy and Lily are a reference to Little, Big.
Someone else said that Lily is part King Charles cavalier and part something else and part lemur and I have no idea how lemurs actually act.

A woman was wearing a bracelet made out of some kind of blue material on one wrist, and on the other wrist, she had an intricate bracelet tattoo.

So even with the incidental music by Felix Mendelssohn, which mostly plays between the acts and before the play begins, there are also two songs sung by the faeries and music for Pyramus and Thisbe, A Midsummer Night's Dream is not a very long play. I wasn't surprised this time, but I was surprised last time.
Mendelssohn wasn't the only composer to write incidental music for plays, his is just the most famous, mostly because Victoria used the Wedding March for her own wedding and now everyone uses it.

Pyramus and Thisbe more than made up for the lack of inept costumes (Thisbe actually wore a dress, Pyramus had some armor and a knight's helmet, the lion had an actual mane and not just a cat-ear headband, the wall looked like a wall) with half-assed overacting. Or half-assed underacting in the case of a lion. As for Nick Bottom, he doesn't do anything half-assed, he's just an ass.
Also, we had an actual moon so nobody needed to wield a cane.
One of the players in Pyramus and Thisbe did a Hadouken when he decided he wanted to be a knight.
And Thisbe kept removing her wig like it was a hat.

I tried to draw a guy with hair like The Deceiver from Myth II but the train was super-bouncy this time.
Chelsea is an art history student who once took a watercolor class and spent her time painting tomatoes (not awesome, she says), and like Carolyn wants to see a series of Simpsons photographs and it made her think of Marcel Duchamp, and she thinks that the world has moved on to Bob's Burgers. I explained that one shot was too glitched out to tell what episode it was (I believe it was the one with the pigeon) and one is just so generic that I can't tell what episode it's from. There will always be ways to watch The Simpsons but if a mantis native to Madagascar goes extinct and all the photographs of them are copyrighted, then we're fucked. We don't care that I messed up the graffiti at the SMFA because I'm probably the only person in the entire world who remembers it.
She says I could make a mural out of the people I draw.
She'll keep that photograph forever and I'll keep my drawing of her forever.
Mostly she's an art appreciator and not an artist. I spent more time with musicians, actors, and revolutionaries than with visual artists this summer.

It's hard to keep a steady hand on the frigging wacky train. So Macy's shirt looks messed up.
Macy and Jake are actors. Macy recently played Margaret, the one who pretends to be Hero, in Much Ado About Nothing. Once Macy got a caricature done in New York City and it was February and frigging freezing. Otherwise, this is the first time either of them were drawn. She noticed the insults on my t-shirt and they were at the play too.
Macy was born in April 1999, so right after the Much Ado About Nothing in which someone I knew played Hero in ended. Also, it was in Gallipolis, which does not mean city of roosters and is not actually the Kathmandu equivalent of Kathmandu (that would be Timbuktu, of course), but is probably a byword for "ass end of nowhere" on a localized scale for everywhere in Ohio, except for Gallipolis, where the byword for ass end of nowhere is Leavittsburg.

Burning Question: if the world were somehow inverted, what would Sweden be like?


we are the dreamers of dreams

Posted on August 25, 2015 at 8:46 pm
Mood: agkistrodon
Now Playing: Lidakis - Άστρα μη με μαλώνετε
I don't have that much to actually say here. I'm still overwhelmed by emotion after this weekend and spent a bit of time introducing Katie and Zofia to Greek music, and I still need to process the fallout of the Hugo Awards. Let it be said that there is someone out there who is actually foregoing sleep in order to catalog negative posts about Teddy Beale and the Stalky Bunch.

Zofia asked how Emma was doing so I told her about the Emma I met on the Green Line because I haven't talked to the muralist since I ate at Brookline Lunch. She has this interview about dreams and getting into surrealism and wanting to cover every blank wall in the world in art and supposedly finishing up recording that damn EP.

I've been logging my dreams on and off for the better part of this century. A while ago, I had a dream where Norway was a Belarus-style dictatorship because the Nasjional Samling held out after the war, I guess liberating Norway wasn't really high priority. And yes, I know Belarus isn't fascist, it's run by a strongman who dissociated himself from the USSR. Dreams I have when I'm tend to be ten second loops of images and sounds. I remember when I had a bad flu and my dream was just this for like at least three hours. I dreamt of Fal'Cie but they weren't like either the Pulse Fal'Cie or the Cocoon Fal'Cie and the forest island in Riven. I dreamt I transformed into a caterpillar and rode around on a cat like it was Shadow of the Colossus and she didn't have any idea what I'm talking about, and then I carved bright streaks into the sky with a laser pen.

I apparently know way more Emmas than Zofia does. She only knows the Emma from Oregon and I think she met the other Emma from the Wildlife Center but that's it, and I'm really surprised actually.
I may or may not see Zofia next week but I'll probably see her in the winter or next summer. I said goodbye to Katie, who is going to work with a crazy wolf lady, and I may see her in the winter and I'll make sure she (and Emma and everyone else reading this Livejournal) gets scans from my sketchbooks sometime in mid-September.

"You know it's vegan friendly when you can't pronounce half the ingredients."

Zofia was talking about a trip to Six Flags and I told her about how I've never been on a roller coaster because when I last went to Canobie Lake, the lines for the roller coaster were too long and I really couldn't be fucked to wait.

Colostrum provides the antibodies in non-primates (primates get it from the placenta).
And this causes problems in clydesdales and captive dolphins.

Starlings are escape artists.

Nigel the iguana got some really tasty-sounding food with cilantro and kale and stuff. He's older than Zofia and Katie and it works for him.

So Bill's tattoos were actually from the opening scene from Watership Down. He thinks it might be based on Maori art or perhaps Australian art, and I can see that, especially when they're in color and not black and white.

Kate (not Katie) volunteers at a cat shelter and says that cats are very messy.

burning question: what power had brought me to this alien shore?



Posted on August 24, 2015 at 12:01 am
Mood: Asymblepharus
Now Playing: San Lorenzo - Kintampo Road
An update on a distant glimmer: so her name is Emma and she knows Maggie. I think this brings the official Emma count to eight.

A woman on the train had short, very bright lime green hair, like Rydia and not like Terra. Another had blonde hair streaked with blue. Another had neon pink in blonde.

They started out with the Creek River String Band, which sang a bluegrass tune about the Donner party and how heaven doesn't compare to you.
Al-Jawary Al-Hessan is a belly dance troupe that uses things like canes and swords as props.

I spent most of the day in the side stage, partially because I can't say no to bands with female vocalists and partially because it started raining and didn't stop until I was back at JFK/UMass.

I missed Ria play on the main stage because San Lorenzo was playing. I thought I missed her play in favor of Revma but since there wasn't a schedule, I didn't find out when Ria played on the main stage until I got home. But I did hear Ria play at the side stage.
I told her she reminds me of Kay Hanley, partially because one of her songs was a cover of Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer.
I thought Letters to Cleo covered that song but when I look it up, I get something that either mistagged or misattributed. See, they're both on the Ten Things I Hate About You soundtrack. Also, she was the singing voice for Josie and the Pussycats in the movie. I know about Letters to Cleo from Daria, though, and I know about Leigh Nash through Delerium.

Grace Morrison raised money to record an album by gathering up cans and bottles and recycling them and wrote a song about it. She tried to make the accordion cool and failed. She wrote a song after realizing a quarter-life crisis is a real thing. She tried internet dating and realized it was scraping the bottom of the barrel. She became obsessed with the year 1536 but wrote a song about her uncle who was in Vietnam and her grandfather who was in World War II, when people were cheering some dancers down in Fanueil Hall, her mind went right to unicycle, she wrote a duet song between Henry VIII and Catherine Howard, who was beheaded. I sketched her towards the end because she was just so awesomely quirky. Also, she has sea turtle earrings but so does Emma (Hungary, not Sweden or Oregon) I believe.
The problem is the paper has a vellum surface so if it gets moist, it makes it harder to draw. But she loved it and signed it with "This is awesome! ♡ Grace" and even gave me a 4 song CD for free.
If you're wondering about the rest of his wives, Catherine of Aragon was divorced and died under house arrest, Anne Boleyn was divorced and executed, Jane Seymour, mother of Edward VI died in childbirth, Anne of Cleaves was divorced and outlived Henry, and Henry died married to Catherine Parr.

San Lorenzo reminded me of As The Sparrow except less bouncy, and there isn't a mandolin or banjo or ukelele, just guitars and bass and drums and saxophone and trumpets and trombone and keyboards. I totally misjudged how much space I needed for the seven of them. So Lindsey, one of the singers/trumpeters/guitarists wearing a shirt about loving life no matter what kind and a rainbow headband, was a lot bigger than Ryan and Evan, while Dave and Matt are in the background, being drummers and keyboarders.
Emily says she knows the guys in As The Sparrow.
She says she's not used to playing where there's a drum mike and the sound guy is sober.
She says you've never seen a band with this many horns.
Emily's been to Ghana. I told her about Lauren's trip to Ghana. I called her my friend despite the fact that we haven't talked in a long time, but I suppose that once a friend, always a friend, unless something goes horribly wrong.
Oh, looky, they have a website. They're releasing an EP in "August" which is band for "December."

Nope, I missed Tiz Kompa play to hear Revma but since I heard him play last year, I don't mind that much. It's Boston. There was something going on yesterday.

Revma's clarinetist tried to play a Greek version of bhangra music while some people were working out to some bhangra music. Now I want that: a bhangra album with Greek lyrics, performed on oud, accordion, bouzouki, acoustic guitar, clarinet, tympano, and toubeleki,

Greek music sounds more Middle Eastern than European. The Thracian songs about things like having second thoughts about marraige and kissing someone's eyebrow and having ink pour everywhere, use accordion, the Cretan song about stars don't scold me (astra mi me malonete) uses oud.
Except for some of the slower pentatonic stuff, which sounds like fiddle-less klezmer. Shit, I just realize there's no fiddle on Esoteric Space Klezmer.
here's some stuff by Sandy, the woman vocalist in Revma.

Melodeego is an environmentally aware soul rock band that sang about stopping the pipeline and standing up for what's right.

Someone had the same idea Michael Marshall Smith had in Only Forward: that journeys seem quicker coming back and he wonders if the train/bus/train journey in took temporally longer than the train/bus/train journey out or if it was psychological and just anticipation.

Also, the Sad Puppies were thoroughly trounced in the Hugo Awards. I don't think this is the last we're going to see of them. I do think that Kate Paulk is going to drop all pretenses of populism and go for a slate of the Mad Genius Club clique.

burning question: so what was the point of getting divorced anyway?


a distant glimmer

Posted on August 23, 2015 at 12:30 am
Mood: Indotestudo
Now Playing: Kate Diaz - Turn Out
I saw a woman with blonde and blue hair and a tattoo of a vine wrapped around her leg.

As for drawn people on the way in, one woman had tattoos of a purple lily, some kind of many-petaled flower, an incandescent light bulb hot air balloon, and an old-fashioned fighter plane, one woman was wearing a crescent sun pendant her boyfriend made, or maybe it was a sun with an annular eclipse going on. Either way, the pendant is awesome.

They were not only on schedule, though, they actually got through everything in a timely manner. I don't know how things went earlier, I arrived in the afternoon.
I think some things changed. For instance, the Nigerian gospel choir wasn't listed on the schedule. I don't know what replaced them, I was completely enamoured with Kate Diaz's music, and I did write down the setlist: Turnout, The Question Mark, Glare, Locks (which is about a bridge with locks on it), Cameo, On My Own (which is about moving to boston and covering walls with concert ticket stubs), Front Seat, and Remember.
She has a reverbnation.
Kate loved her portrait. She was selling flash drives with her music on it but she misplaced them so I just had to look her up online.

Last Call played the side tent later. Also, the guy with the triceratops tattoos is a musician by the name of Penn Johnson. I didn't get to hear him play, alas.

A woman had a chestpiece tattoo of a stained glass rose.

Dominique was dressed as a punkish casual Death Note character, and by that I mean, she had a mohawk and a tattoo of a dragonfly on her scapula, and her friends were dressed as a Death Note character and a character from an anime I don't recognize.
Some people who worked at Canobie Lake were showing off card tricks. And speaking of magic, a woman just started The Prestige and I told her that book is awesome but nothing else.
"Black magic is making a seven appear on your arm."
She was at Anime Boston dressed as Tifa with a giant freaking buster sword and she knew people would recognize her because everybody who's even touched a copy of Final Fantasy VII knows that Tifa punches monsters.

Brother D did two spoken word works with PANA! a Latin American rock band from Connecticut.

A woman with streaks of teal and blue and violet in her hair had her miniature pinscher with her and she danced with him. I let him sniff my face expecting a sloppy kiss but he barked instead.

I swear I've heard Grupo Fantasia before. Oh right, they were there last year. They played a cha-cha-cha by Carlos Santana that makes me think of William Shatner's version of The Real Slim Shady.
Sarcasmo described themselves as Latin rock. Since I could the word "corazon" in and one of the members was Venezuelan and one of the members was part Dominican, part Peruvian, and part chupacabra, I'm pretty sure this wasn't the Brazilian death metal group. If it was Brazilian, they'd probably use coraçao and if they're death metal, it wouldn't be a coherent coraçao.
Latin American music in general is amazing but Brazilian music is heavenly.

Alexander Faria is Venezuelan but he lives in Boston now and not Brazilian. It felt like one long song. For the last song, a saxophonist joined them.

One woman is now hopefully following me on deviantart and not not following me because she can't read my writing.
One woman reminded me of Shannon and that's why I had to draw her. She was watching rats or mice scamper amongst the train tracks and her friend pointed out that they had somewhere to hide when the train came.
One woman told me that my drawing of her made her night, but she had to get off at South Station.
One guy told me "make me look good. Oh, shit, everyone on the train heard that." and then requested that I draw his friend, who had green hair. He said that natural for him was moving around a lot.
One guy's hair was tied back in such a way to remind me of an octopus.

I had a conversation on the bus about the New York subway and how it wasn't super-crowded when I took it, and by that, I mean, there were plenty of empty seats and I didn't get on at a terminus, and and how the taxis are even scarier and how they went 60 mph on city streets and she thinks that taxis don't go from point A to point B, they go (a line, a loop, a tangle of threads, I said) so they can make more money, and how most of the mansions in Newport have been converted to condominiums or they're owned by historical societies, and how summer colds are the worst, and how she would love to spend time amongst interesting people, and how she head that somehow next winter is going to be even worse than last year's and that she wants summer to last just a little while longer.

Burning Question: why shouldn't we be concerned when terrible people gain power anywhere?


unguarded future

Posted on August 22, 2015 at 3:20 pm
Mood: anodonta
Now Playing: Gretch - Silent Tears
The problem is I'm so overwhelmed with emotion right now.

I think her name was Claire, because her friend who may have been named René but probably isn't said "shut up, Claire" but he might be referencing something, and it might be something more common but I hope her name is Claire because the series of titles makes even more sense.
Her friend, who could be named Renée but I very much doubt that, asked if she'd go blind from looking at a lunar eclipse and I asked her if she went blind.
Imagine if that's the last thing you see, she said.
Her hair was so black it looked green. She was born under the sign of the Corrupt, her friend with the hat who wanted to make seaglass with a bottle even though it takes a hundred years according to her was of the sign of the Whisperer, and her friend who told her to shut up was of the sign of the Condemner.
birdsrightsactivist offers these horoscopes for each of them.
Prancer: you will meet a beutiful stranger. it a bird. give him bread.
Saggletartisus: How many breadcrumb you drop on the ground will be a sign of how many childrens you will have. raise those childrens to put breadcrumbs on the ground.
Pieses: bread give it to me the pleanets compel you.

Whilst searching for the elusive schedule, I met a woman at the volunteer tent who was an artist who drew in an anime-manga style and had one train portrait because it's pretty awkward when you're just starting out. The portrait was of someone wearing a backpack drawn from behind.

Gretch is a band with a keyboardist/vocalist/acoustic guitarist, a cellist named Julian who just joined the band and is the worst person to ask about finding their stuff online, a tablaist, an electric guitarist, a bassist, a drummer.
It was their first concert outside their school.
And they were awesome. They did one song with a guest vocalist, one song called Demons, one song about breaking up called Silent Tears, which is on youtube and the place to start if you want to learn more about the band. It's the only song they have online as far as I can tell, but when they release more stuff, you will probably be able to find it in those same places, or maybe they'll get a bandcamp or something. It's nothing like the rest of the stuff they played and I don't know if all that distortion was deliberate or due to the setting.
Oh, here's the one song they have online.
That's why I didn't post at 11 PM last night. I was trying to find their stuff. Well, that and I'm overwhelmed with emotion.
I missed the title of the other songs they played because I was talking to a woman with an owl tattoo.

Foreign Hues - I think this was the mostly Hispano-Caribbean but occasionally Peruvian dance troupe.

Elisabeth Lopez, and when she said "it's with an S," I thought that meant she was from a Lusophone country and her name was Elizabeth Lopes, but that's wrong, had a surprisingly deep voice for a 17 year old. A few of her songs were originals, most of them are covers. The original songs were called Monsters and The Dark Side.
She actually played last year.

A kid was trying to guide a robot through a moonscape and have it pick up a flag and someone said "robots are hard: NASA can barely do it and we're teenagers" and someone else had the suggestion to have anyone who takes the flag to a certain spot get a cheap toy like a beanie baby or something and he's like "beanie babies aren't cheap."
One of the guys at the Lego table liked my shirt even if it did dredge up painful memories of E&M.

vundabar - these guys sound familiar, and oh yeah, they have a bandcamp, they describe themselves as sludgy jangly pop. Someone told them to play Freebird and one of the members said that joke killed 20 penguins and those jokes are really destroying the planet.
Holly and/or Lindsey had short hair and a tattoo of leaves on her arm, and was here at Greenfest and here in Boston on a business trip, that is, promoting an app that tells you when you're near local businesses. Also, a woman had three matryoshka dolls tattooed on her arm, one with a sun, one with three stars, one with a crescent moon, all with red tulips.

Grey Season - they're kind of like As The Sparrow, except I like As The Sparrow more, and it's just guitars, drums, and a mandolin.

Jill Stein spoke during a downpour. Other than that, the weather was more nice than shitty.

Harmonius Wall - They're a folk band from Wisconsin and they did not vote for Scott Walker and they sing about food.

Sing For Nepal - So I was talking to Astha, who is herself Nepali, and I thought it was spelled Asta and she did too briefly because Nepali doesn't use Latin. The other members were Tina and Adrian. Astha just ran out of space on her camera so I'll have to send the drawing to her once the sun comes out.

In the audience was a man with a triceratops and lion tattoo.

Smoov Impact was an acoustic blue collar rap group from Baltimore that rapped about living check to check. They have a song called We Do It Better, and that's not bragging, it's just confidence.

Mamadou - these guys sound familiar. Whatever they were, they're bluesy and they sing in English (about being yourself), Spanish, and something that I thought was Zulu but realized they don't have enough clicks to be isiZulu. Wikipedia tells me Mamadou is from Senegal.

Johara - I remember this. They're a bellydance ensemble.

Anyways, I know the sky was really threatening but it was a rather pretty purple-gray.

I'm not actually sure which group was Wordsmith, or if they even played, because the schedule got somewhat screwed up. For what it's worth, Amy and the Engine played on time, which was good, but the concert didn't get started until 1 PM.

phunk phenomenon - The guy leading several dance ensembles was a human beatbox.

Amy and the Engine - they're really good folk-pop-rock and their last song (I think it was called Living In My Head) was quite excellent. For the record, Amy wasn't the keyboardist like I thought, she was the lead vocalist, tambourinist, and occasional acoustic guitarist.

I didn't stay for hipshot. I wanted to get home before 11 PM.

Of course, I got to the red line platform just as the Braintree train was leaving so I had to wait 15 minutes.
Some guy laughed like he was planning world domination or something.

burning question: Well? If you look at the moon, do you go blind? If so, are you some kind of reverse werewolf?


to answer and resound

Posted on August 20, 2015 at 8:09 pm
Mood: istiophorus
Now Playing: Sergei Rachmaninov - The Bells
Kim had splotches of paint on her hands and feet but said she sadly wasn't an artist.

A woman's hair was streaked with purple and she was of the sign of the Death Seraph and I tried to get the sigil in my drawing even though it was on the side of her neck opposite to her arm with the rose, the nautilus shell, Frankenstein's monster and Edward Scissorhands. As a Death Seraph, birdsrightsactivists offers her this horoscope: too much bread in your refrigleator will unbalance your humors. give it to some bird.
I thought Edward Scissorhands looked like Robert Smith and therefore Dream of the Endless. She said they're both awesome. And I was like "oh, yeah, now I see it, with the snowflakes."

There was a guy who looked somehow otherworldly and I don't think I got his otherworldliness across in drawing.


Everything played here was written after World War II started.

Armenians are the opposite of Portuguese people. See, the far-right is eager to point out that Armenians (I think this might apply to Georgians as well) aren't white when they go against far-right politics, like Anita Sarkeesian or Hovhannes Bagramyan, but white when they are themselves far-right, for instance, I don't see anyone calling Rushdoony a non-white.

On the other hand, hard right wing Portuguese like Sarah Hoyt or Larry Correia apparently count as non-whites when the Sad Puppies talk about how totally diverse they are. While those same Sad Puppies and their supporters would say a leftist Portuguese like Christina was white. Of course, they're from places like Utah and Colorado where there really aren't any Portuguese people.
So, anyways, Sabre Dance is the most famous movement from Gayaneh and evokes things like sword dancing and Bart hanging from a ceiling fan with Grampa's teeth in his mouth.

Donald Krishnaswami, the principal violist composed The Swordfishers, and I swear I've heard one of his compositions before. When I saw the name, I thought it would be about fishing with swords and I have no idea why I'd think that before I think of swordfish.
The Swordfishers sounded like the music from Akira and Riven (see, I have been playing video games longer than most Gurpgork members have been alive) overlaid upon The Rite of Spring, with a few references to Jaws thrown in, although swordfish aren't cartilaginous fish like sharks, they're ray-finned fish.
And when the booklet says "the croaking of some Archaic pond creature," they mean "frogs," even though it evokes amphibians more amorphous and less evolved than frogs.

It was played on lithophones, made from rejected leftovers from countertops rather than the petrified baguette looking things they found in Red Paint People burial sites, which evoke Akira, and log drums, which evoke Riven, even though it's ancient Native American, not Papuan.
Afterwards, we got to play around with some lithophones.

Glass wrote a three moment drum concerto, and they played two movements. One is a march, one is a polyrhythmic drumming duel with combinations of two and three note patterns.

Rachmaninov's Symphonic Dances was his valedictory elegy, quoting from previous works. The first movement, Noon, uses an alto saxophone, and references his first symphony and a choral work called The Bells. The second movement, Twilight, is a Ravelesque waltz.
The last movement introduces the Dies Irae about midway through, quotes the 9th movement of the All Night Vigil, and the Resurrection and the Alleluyah triumphs over death.
Things don't work that way in real life; he died 2 years later.

Apparently, he had giant Lana hands too.

I was talking to a woman because she brought up The Lathe of Heaven, which, if you remember me asking if there's something like the Goosebumps book Don't Go To Sleep except, you know, good, is the closest thing to that. She told me to read it, and I think I will, even if I do have a giganterous to read list, and I think I need to read The Word For World Is Forest too.
She's not from Norway, but she spent enough time there to pick up a Norwegian accent.

Burning Question: how do you pronounce coyote?


the swan troika

Posted on August 18, 2015 at 5:56 pm
Mood: Mesoplodon
Now Playing: Alexander Glazunov - Symphony no. 3
I had to squeegee water into the drain after someone let the bathtub overflow. The kiddy pool was impossible to move and it's the water, not the rock at the bottom. I got most of the water off the floor, though. Just some stuff that's in the gaps between the animal's (by this, I mean a snapping turtle, a duck, and a baby turkey) cages (by this, I mean a bin with a grate and a towel over it) and in other places too awkward to move.

Jess (by this, I mean a Jess I haven't mentioned before. Hey, I wonder what name appears the most in this livejournal. My guess is Emma.) almost sprayed me with what looked like guacamole but was actually greens in water.
Instead she sprayed the sheet for the toad, which Zofia named Trevor but someone else named Stumpy. Because what else would she name a toad? Todd the Toad, maybe. I'd name him Frogface, personally.
Meanwhile, the swan oinked like a pig. And I kept turning around when it made those sounds, since I was expecting something else, like, I don't know, a pig.
Katie worked somewhere where there was a swan that they'd let out to swim in his pond and he'd oink when he wants to be let back into his pen to be fed.
This one was wobbling about when he walked.

Vaccinating skunks for rabies sounds like a lot of fun. Marco got the worst of it when it happened.

This is the news we get when Jean is away: sea lions were struck by lightning while on a beach in Australia and a beaked whale was beached in Plymouth. Beached whales, especially beached deep-water whales, are really hard to salvage and hard to euthanize because a, they need a lot of euthanasia solution and b. once you give them the euthanasia solution, gulls and coyotes and foxes and other scavengers can't eat the carcass anymore, and then they have to find a way to dispose of it. Unfortunately, without euthanasia, they slowly suffocate. They're trying carbon dioxide.

I've never seen a dragonfly get so close to me. I stared at it for a few minutes and then told it "shoo, shoo, you do us a great service and all but I really need to put this towel down."

I told a woman with a dog pendant and a pet beardie with a necklace of snail shells (and Katie, who said that some of the things there were really awesome and some of them are really weird, and talked me out of showing her Dirty Dominoes) about the Fuller Craft museum.

A different Katie (by this, I mean I went to college with her) had this very important thought:
Started thinking of something for a theatrical performance where the audience represents the land of the dead, and whenever a character dies they walk down off the stage and join the audience.
Of course, that wouldn't be the end of their interaction with the production, as they'd continue to comment and yell things to the living characters. (Most of whom wouldn't be able to hear them, unless they were starting to go insane.)
It would be one part Shakespeare, with his fondness for killing off characters and drama/tragedy, and one part Mystery Science Theatre, with the snide commentary of the dead.

The best parts would be the audience interaction. The dead characters could totally turn to the people near them and vent about some aspect of the play. And all the ushers would be dressed as grim reapers, with one "audience member" who's really an act...

Carla thinks this is awesome too.

burning question: hath not a dude eyes? If you prick us, do we not get bummed? If we eat bad guacamole, do we not blow chunks?


little dreams in glass and metal

Posted on August 16, 2015 at 8:00 pm
Mood: Epidendrium
Now Playing: 벨 에포크 - 5월의 후유증
I don't have any real insights. Just see for yourself. For some reason, the Fuller Craft Museum's website didn't have any pictures of the three exhibitions and now that everyone posts on Facebook instead of Flickr or Twitter, it's really hard to find things.
Good thing the Enamel Arts Foundation has a whole bunch of stuff.

There was a brooch depicting a scarlet macaw, pendants made from seagrass, trays splitting in two via mitosis, signal boxes, a scent bottle, stools made from recycled aluminum signs, and a necklace made from a hundred handgun triggers, which is quite possibly the best use for handgun triggers I can think of.

asakiyume (and anyone else reading this for that matter), you are free, nay, encouraged, to share these on Tumblr.

echoes of a million unheard screams

New Mexico Sunset. Big. Very big.

Sunkoo Yuh - False Start

Mitosis, made from found platters. Big.

Plates. Big.

Red Constellation Necklace. Big.

Turtle Stump. Big. The smaller figures remind me of Lisa Clague in a way.

There was a drumming ensemble called Crocodile River with a man from Connecticut, a man from Mali, and a woman from Burundi. The man from Mali did a call and response duet on his drum with a kid in the audience.

Autocorrect changed "al viento" which, for those of you who don't habla Español, is Spanish for "to the wind" or something, to Vientiane, which may or may not be Pali for City of the Moon or Lao for sandalwood, even though there weren't any spiders in the exhibition.

The great thing is that all the enamel works are all the perfect size for my Livejournal. The themes were religion, nature, cityscapes, and abstracts.
These are the ones that caught my eye. There are more on the Enamel Arts Foundation's website.

Angel in Adoration


Moon Flags


But there's a lot of them so I'm putting them behind a cut anyway.
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There's more stuff on their website. And, wow, I've never seen imgur use a captcha and ask me if I was sure I was human before.

I've got nothing else. Uh, someone had a shirt that said I ♥♥♥ Hyrule. And an artist was there with his sculpture race (see down to the river), which was a thresher of waves along with some mermaids riding the chain and Japanese writing.

burning question: why isn't there a Principal Skinner's best moments on Youtube?


fantasies, fables, and faraway places

Posted on August 13, 2015 at 9:34 pm
Mood: Acromyrmex
Now Playing: Thela - Untitled
None of the people I met on the way in were the best of conversationalists. It didn't help that I was furiously scratching my legs and then when I got dinner, I noticed there were rivulets of blood on my shins.

Thought I saw Shannon on the orange line (not the Shannon with a rose tattoo but the Shannon who doesn't care that a pterodactyl is not a dinosaur) but her face was different and she had longer hair, and it wasn't platinum blonde, it was darkish-blonde streaked with dark brown.
I swear my listening to Mistle Thrush was a coincidence. Besides, I was listening to Drunk With You and Silt.

A woman had short blue hair with black on the sides and a prominent tattoo of a black crescent moon on one of her arms and a few other tattoos that weren't as prominent.

It felt like there were fewer people than usual at the concert, and I'm going to blame both the shootings that happened and a rather stinky dead fish.

I think I've heard Batuque before but never with a drumming ensemble in front of the stage.

The Mother Goose suite (Ma mère l'Oye) was written as a piano duet and then orchestrated in 1911.

There's no indication that Mother Goose was ever a real person. Yes, there's a woman named Elizabeth Goose buried in the Granary Cemetery but she's neither Mother Goose nor the Unholy Mother of Terror.
It's pretty hard to follow without either an actual ballet going on or without something to tell you when the movement changes.

So the faeries cast a spell that will put Sleeping Beauty to sleep, and Prince Charming is hunting in the woods to the sound of horns and birdsong, and an old woman sits at a spinning wheel, and Princess Florine comes in cartwheeling and jumping rope, but she stumbles, and pricks herself with the spindle, and it turns out the old woman is the good fairy Bénigne, and Sleeping Beauty dreams about a dialogue between la belle (as a clarinet) et la bete (a contrabassoon, until his transformation into a prince, where he becomes a violin, and then Petit poucet scatters bread everywhere so he can find his way through the forest, but alas! it is I, magnificient bird, who stole tom thunbgs bread sorry not sorry, and Laideronnette, impératrice des pagodes, has a bath where her subjects pay tiny instruments on a five-note scale influenced by Chinese music and the same gamelan Claude Debussy heard, and Prince Charming enters le jardin féerique, dawn breaks and he awakens Sleeping Beauty.
Ravel liked toys and mechanical things.

Clarice Assad's commissioned work depicted the physical and emotional growth of an imaginary person from childhood to adolescence. Originally, she was going to play an already-written piece but instead she decided to work with some youth organizations in Boston to write a new piece.
A ciranda is a type of dance in the northeast of Brazil.
No relation to Bashar, I hope. I guess there are people with the last name Frank out there, which is my go-to example of "fairly common surnames belonging to truly horrible people." Hell, I heard a guy with the last name Fonseca play last year.
Cirandadas was a comissioned work by Clarice Assad, for Clarice Assad and another main singer, rapper, two mixed youth choruses, one of which included a member with sea blue hair, singing in a mix of Portuguese and English.
It's broken up into the introduction, Samba lelê, Peixe-vivo, Nigue nigue ninhas, Escavros de Jó, Ciranda cirandinha, Sianinha, Peixinhos do mar.
The introduction was mostly drumming and other percussion.
Lelê doesn't seem to be translatable and I can't tell if it's because it's a Portuguese word that doesn't have an English equivalent, like Saudade, or if if it's a proper noun, or if it's glossolalia. I found something called a Dança-do-lelê, but the Wiki page for it is Portuguese only.
Peixe-vivo means live fish, unlike the peixe-morto Georgia discovered.
Ninhas means nest-box, but Google won't help for nigue.
Escravos de Jó means slaves of Jó, Portuguese for the Biblical Job.
Ciranda means sieve.
I have no clue what Sianinha means. I'm assuming it's a diminutive of something.
Peixinhos do mar means "fishies of the sea"

So, yeah, really unique and really interesting, and it's great that it's a world premiere and I'm one of the first people to hear this thing, but it has its disadvantages, in which I can't listen to it repeatedly and describe it to you in more detail.
It's hard to tell where one movement ends and one movement begins. Sianinha is the rap. In one movement, the leader of the drum ensemble acted like the drum equivalent of Cab Calloway. One drumbeat, one clap, two drumbeats, two claps, three drumbeats, three claps, four drumbeats, four claps, a really complex pattern of drumbeats. There's some call and response between Clarice and the other singer and their respective choruses.
Now, since this is a world premiere, that means there's no recording anywhere, so go look for it in 2017.

I met a woman who was half-Portuguese and taught biology to high schoolers where 9 in 10 kids has a Portuguese surname, and she likes snakes and other reptiles and had a turtle pendant, but didn't think to ask her. Probably because I thought I could just look it up.

In Scheherezade, the Sultan is pissed off at women in general and several of his wives in particular, but Scheherezade (the oud she plays is replaced with a harp) tells him stories about Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer to keep her head attached to her neck. The Kalendar Prince, a beggar, travels from town to town and people bow to him and call him his Majesty, and a young man waits for the procession of the princess and her cortege, the snare drum marks time and the other percussion instruments depict her jewelry tinkling, and two lovers find themselves at a festival in Baghdad (Alas), Sinbad's ship is dashed to pieces so he builds a raft and sails to the bejeweled city of Serendib.

Neither Baghdad nor Serendib are nice places to visit in real life.

No encore because this concert ran pretty late. Also, for some reason, my butt was wet.

I thought she was Gabriella, except her face is wrong and she has a nose ring and was wearing jeans. Otherwise, her outfit (a hat with picked wildflowers in the band, a grayscale paisley shirt over a white top. Very similar to the Shannon simulacrum, actually. Her hand was covering her face when I drew her. I had to rush when drawing her because I was expecting her to get off at Park Street or South Station.
Matina is a Hebrew name, not a Latinate one. Or it could be a Latinate variation on a Hebrew name, like Gabriella.
She's not from around here. She travels wherever her banjo takes her.
She asked me where I've traveled. Nowhere strange and wonderful like Madagascar or the Galapagos or Bhutan. Okay, I enjoyed my trips to Washington D.C. and New York.
She missed her stop talking to me but I'm not blaming either of ourselves. I think she just forgot where South Station was relative to everything.

The sleeping woman had a lot of cool pendants and earrings and two snake rings, and a googly eye on the back of her hat, probably so tigers don't try to sneak up on her while she's sleeping. And her pendants keep tigers away, so the googly eye is redundant, and I know that because I didn't see any tigers on the train. It got delayed but they're anti-tiger pendants, not anti-shooting pendants or anti-train-delay pendants.

Some guy was thinking the same thought I had once, and it's as follows: how many people would you need to ask before you meet two people with the same name?

burning question: what would you do if you had the same last name as a mass murderer? Change it, try to take it back via the arts, ignore it and go on with your life?


tiny bright spark

Posted on August 11, 2015 at 8:13 pm
Mood: myrmisaraka
Now Playing: Boards of Canada - Aquarius
I don't know if you people read The Illustrated Guide To Law but there's some cool stuff about memory and specifically how we remember faces. Ever since I started sketching random people, I've been looking at the shape of their facial features and of their face itself. Jewelry and tattoos are great if you want to remember someone.

It's weird, I can never remember eye color. Or birthdays, for that matter. Unless they're something significant. Halloween is a good birthday but the worst is around Christmas.

Also, I learned that H.G. Wells outlived Adolf Hitler and therefore was alive at the same time Christopher Priest was.

Katie says I'm sounding better, and I think I know why: because it's all on my fucking skin now. The good news is that I don't have strep or pneumonia, the bad news is that I have a viral infection of some sorts and that means I have to wait it out.
She named her adopted pet rat Radagast, because she couldn't resist the pun, even though the rat Radagast is white, not brown. I don't remember Radagast at all except for when Saruman mocked him, calling himself Saruman Ring-Maker, Saruman of Many Colors. And I only know about him because I have this book of paintings from Tolkien's lore with passages from the books.
Radagast is the one who told Gandalf about the Nazgul riding again. He's a really obscure character in the books but he appears a lot more in the Hobbit movies, which I haven't seen.
I haven't read the Lord of the Rings since the 20th century. In fact, I don't think Emma (Hungarian, not Swedish) was alive when I read the Hobbit. Actually, Lord of the Rings is what got me into fantasy. I'd say adult fantasy, but I don't want to know about anyone's interpretation of that phrase. Anyways, from there, I moved on to things like Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn and The Black Company.

Chelsea says that dogs should have the lifespan of a parrot.
She told me about some Senegal parrots speaking in glossolalia. It's her lifelong dream to own a parrot, and, yes, they live a long time. Some of the larger ones can live up to a century.

Justin said a University Physics textbook the wildlife center had lying around looked intimidating, like it was the Necronomicon or bound in human skin.
Katie brought up this professor who looked scary and knew he looked scary so in the first few days, he would rave in half English half German and then he turned out to be really nice.
Justin wonders why anyone would teach if they're clearly bitter about their lives.

Steroids have a lot of nasty side effects, like dampening the immune system, and if it turns out the inflammation was caused by an infection, steroids make things worse, and that's why we try to avoid steroids whenever possible.

Someone brought in a woodchuck.

burning question: there were eight dogs locked in her car and none of them helped her?

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