Posted on December 02, 2013 at 11:35 pm
Now Playing: Cave In - Innuendo and Out The Other
So, this lady, let's just call her the Crazy Heron Lady, called for a third time, and apparently went off on a tangent about the attorney general killing her mother. From what I understand, a heron was devouring cygnets. All of this ended somehow with a very triumphant The Heron Flies Again.
Also, we had a cormorant and I'm pretty sure he was the source of the stink in the medical corridor.
And a shrew, which is not a rodent. They're of the shrew-and-mole order.
Also, chinchillas have weird balls. Weird genitalia in general. Birds have huge testes but they're only present when mating, because keeping their weight down is more important. They have internal testes as well, so I guess they evolved sperm that could withstand higher body temperatures.
Also, the whiteboard downstairs gets better every time: it now features a few toadstools, two squirrels in love with one suspended from an orange balloon, a turtle in a hanging bucket of water, and a butterfly perched on the largest toadstools. I'll make sure I have the camera, since if a photograph of the whiteboard in its current state exists, I have no idea where or how to find it.
burning question: why, if Google Groups appears to be broken, are the search results infested with links to them?
Posted on December 01, 2013 at 6:14 pm
Now Playing: Helium - What Institution Are You From?
A few brief words about John Singer Sargent and the world around him:
Zuleika is an Arabic name. All the while, I thought Zuleekistan was something Volsky made up.
She said that wax was used to preserve white space.
I said that I didn't know there were Bedouins in Jordan and Syria but I guess things were different back then, and they suddenly found their lands split into French and British zones of control, followed by Egyptian and Israeli zones of control. And, no, the Arabs did not revolt against the Ottoman Empire so they could suffer under the British Empire and Syrian Arab Republic.
She was showing her friend how Sargent did his brush strokes, and I asked if she painted, and she said yes, and she started out with acrylics and then moved on to watercolors.
I do acrylics but watercolors are nice because you don't have a huge mess to clean up afterwards. She agrees with that. Also, she thinks baby raccoons* are cute.
And I don't have a kiln, which is a huge problem when doing ceramics.
At Park Street, there was a guy with one leg playing the guitar, the tambourine (with his foot), and alternating between playing the harmonica and singing at the same time.
*Sara said the raccoons she encounters aren't as pleasant-looking or pleasant.
Yesterday night, I woke up at 4 AM, not anxious or lovesick or depressed or anything. Or maybe I was a little lovesick but without any of that anxiety that kept me awake. Nope, I slept, I dreamt of declaring Dubai a republic, I was hot when I woke up. So eventually, I get back to sleep, dream some dreams I can't remember, wake up at 7:45 AM so tired I can barely get myself out of bed.
I can't explain that.
Burning question: How have they not made a Black Friday beat-em-up/fighting game/survival horror?
Posted on November 29, 2013 at 8:18 pm
Now Playing: Frederic Chopin - Waltz in A Minor
Um, I came home from Thanksgiving totally exhausted, and I was about to fall asleep at 10:30 PM, and it was so cold it didn't hep and the only way to warm myself up would be to set myself on fire. And the day before, it was raining
The TV was on mute but the Ninja Turtles were dancing to some guy who was more than likely lip synching to prerecorded music. I like to believe that they were all rocking out to covers of Turtles In Time stage themes and not to the latest pop country act or teen pop sensation.
Here is a story about nachos: My cousin woke up at 6:00 or 45 minutes before the bus arrived*, took a shower, and ate breakfast, while my other cousin (her sister, in other words), woke up at 6:30 and ate nachos really slowly in bed. Like chips with salsa and cheese, microwaved. And she looked at her eating for a minute and I think she yelled something like "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" I swear it was funnier in person. Maybe I'm telling it wrong. Too much stuff to process, such as the art of marrow extraction. Too fucking cold. I have a heater right next to me and it's too fucking cold.
*so I remember that high school began too fucking early, but not that early, but now that I think about it more, I'm pretty sure I arrived at high school around 7:20 or so. Later on, I kick myself for picking 8 AM classes, even when they're necessary. As for middle school, I don't remember. As for elementary school, the only thing I remember was being captivated by a book in the library's cover art but never getting the chance to read it for some reason.
This is the book.
Here's a small observation about the Nutcracker: It just kind of ends. Also, all of Act 2 is Clara at the festivities. All the plot is in the first half.
burning question: there were people camped in front of stores on Thanksgiving. Is it worth it?
Posted on November 25, 2013 at 6:14 pm
Now Playing: Tribe - Vigil
It's fucking cold. This is the kind of thing I was talking about last week when it was 67° F, when it feels like May but you know it's going to go below freezing for at least a week and nice weather seems like a long way away. But the reptile room is warm. Too warm, even.
Snakes can move both halves of their jaws independently of one another. It doesn't really make much sense for them to latch on as a defense, since if you were a predator, you'd be mildly annoyed by this and will probably kill the snake. We do have a bottle of listerine for this event, though.
Skinky looks vaguely ophidian. This is evolutionarily beneficial, instead of coincidental like I though.
Those pits in Kaa's face are heat-sensing.
Tarantulas are smart by spider standards much in the way that iguanas are smart by reptilian standards and humans are smart by mammalian standards, they never bite as a defense, only rub their legs together to release some irritating hairs.
We are truly in the future, giving a tour to some kids in Iowa via Skype or something like it. I found out that the snapping turtle has Play-Doh in his mouth and is being fed through a tube while his jaw heals over the next four months.
Even in the future nothing works.
A hawk died from internal bleeding and this had something to do with rodenticides.
A swan came in recently, but there was nothing wrong with him and he was in his proper context behaving very much like a swan, so back into the wild he went.
Vitamin K has nothing to do with potassium. It's all C, H, and O. It's weird because it goes A, B-complex, C, D, E, K, and that's because K stands for the German word Koagulationsvitamin.
chinchilla dentistry: so, the chinchilla had some blood in her mouth because one of the teeth was malformed, so the teeth got worn down, and this is something she's going to have to deal with for the rest of her life.
I'll have to take this with me, on my iPod. Christina posted this. A different Christina; she is five feet tall and born under the sign of the Death Seraph rather than the High Seraph, she is not an artist but she does love photography, and I have never seen her at the Wildlife Center.
This is what I wanted to show you. Now featuring a giganterous bird eating a worm instead of a sign, and someone named Sarah K. Don't know if she's the same Sarah I knew. I can't think of a time where I didn't work with someone named Sarah. Always Sarah with an H, except for now, actually.\
It's comparatively dark down there and using a flash didn't help.
burning question: What's the proper spelling, Sarah or Sara?
Posted on November 18, 2013 at 7:27 pm
Now Playing: Avia Gardner - If you lose the keys, throw away the house
It was 67° F today and vernal and I can't help but feel disappointed since the inevitable point when the temperature drops below freezing and stays there for a week will come any day now.
But meanwhile, in another part of the forest, we had a red-throated loon* who looked pretty fine and was even aggressive towards a towel (you have to wear goggles around loons because they'll go straight for the eyes) but needed some blood tests and a live food test with minnows before he could be released, a pissed-off swan that was probably taller than one of the interns who was wrapped in fishing wire but looked and acted pretty healthy but needed some blood tests** to make sure because there was blood in her feces, two juvenile swans***, a goose with a fractured humerus who was getting surgery when I wrote this down, and a woodcock who failed his flight test.
*and meanwhile in Wyoming, they're using nets to catch invasive fish but loons are getting caught in them. The best of intentions invite the worst kinds of trouble.
**Yes, lead poisoning does tend to result in lethargy. Stephanie, I believe, described it as the swans not reading up on the symptoms of lead poisoning, so I guess they're like Wile E. Coyote.
***Since I don't feel like updating now, especially something so superficial, swans start out chirping, then they move on to raspy chirping, then they just hiss.
I swear I remember this but part of me thinks I haven't, but somebody was putting on some kind of protective gown but he did it wrong.
And two of the box turtles had sex. I have no idea if they're fertile at their age, in fact, I have no idea how old those two were.
Someone, probably named Gina, drew this really awesome tree-branch-writing picture with animals hanging out on the word "Wildlife" and "center" written on a signpost.
And I didn't so much forget the camera as I assumed the camera was unnecessary. Check again in a week. As for the old drawings Christina did, look for an entry called "in another part of the forest," back in May.
As for the hedgehog, her uterus looked weird so she got a hysterectomy. Ask again in a month to find out what was wrong with her.
I was reminded that I could do a lot worse in my life; someone I had a crush on in high school is fanatically conservative, and that makes me cringe a little.
I was talking about that because apparently November 9th is a national holiday for the College Republicans, and I thought it was important. And also because she said something about communication or whatever and I said that we do just fine with patients who can't communicate at all, unless you consider angrily honking to be communication.
burning question: 37 days until Christmas. Who the fuck wants seven swans, anyway?
Posted on November 11, 2013 at 6:23 pm
Now Playing: Farfetch'd - Volatile
here are some more statements about She Tells A Story.
One: There's a set of portraits of two sets of women, becoming more and more covered up. I had a visual but I was overthinking it. Ok, I think I mentioned it before, but listen: There are five women, becoming more and more covered up, and they're the same set of women in both photographs, except the direction they become covered up.
A is looking at her not-so-covered-up reflection. And by not-so-covered-up, I mean, about as covered up as most of the people I saw on a November day in Boston.
Also, you could see more collarbone on b/d than you could on a/e.
Two: There are some photographs of Palestinian houses getting bombed, all inverted. This woman, middle eastern by the sound of her voice (this may be wrong) and based on her experiences with bombs, was explaining that when the bombs go off, there is an intense flash of light, much like a photonegative.
Three: after the Virginia elections, as single white women and non-white women of all marital statuses voted for the guy who wasn't a teabagger, while married white women voted for the teabagger, not by much, mind you, and so various sectors of the blogosphere now want to rescind voting rights and or give the (male) head of the household as many votes as he has household members to lord over.
Four: That guy driving the tank looked, due to the color inversion, like part of the tank. The visual equivalent of Mars: The Bringer of War, if you will. Tanks make a horrid noise.
Afterwards, I got a burrito and bonded with a hoopy frood who always knew who her towel was over Douglas Adams and her Don't Panic tattoo and the train going THUNK-thunk and a family visiting Boston (the kid was carrying a scepter of balloons and thought a chocolate train would be awesome). So much for solemnity and serious political matters.
and then facepalmed because I told her "take care" and not "so long and thanks for all the fish" about five minutes later. And then I facepalmed even harder, because, listen: she says since cities are a bastion of liberalism, they should be depopulated and every household should be required to sit on at least 1.5 acres of land, and with telecommuting and internet shopping the way they are, people can easily live their lives without interacting with another human being.
I can't even count the things wrong with that proposal.
Burning Question: agree or disagree: guns should shoot chocolate.
Posted on November 09, 2013 at 11:42 pm
Now Playing: Cave In - New Moon
He's right: Benjamin Britten's War Requiem is not something you feel happy after hearing. It's rather beautiful, but very very unsettling. Definitely some Verdi influences. Libera Me is especially nightmarish towards the beginning. No words I can say can do this justice, you'll just have to hear it for yourself.
Meanwhile, Prokofiev's Trapeze is simply nightmarish (I didn't hear this live).
This was sung by an English person, a German, and a Russian.
I'm not sure whether to think of it as being on the boundary between modernism and postmodernism, or too early to be postmodern. My understanding of the whole thing is that modernism rejects traditions, postmodernism subverts them. It's late. I'm tired. Too many people throw around postmodernism to describe things they don't like. And thus my brain hurts. All of these statements may be wrong.
As far as recordings go, the tracklistings are, well, odd. There are six parts: Requiem Aeternam, Dies Irae, Offertorium, Sanctus, Agnus Dei, and Libera Me, broken up into Wilfred Owen poetry and rites. On the CD I have, the Offertorium is especially odd, split into Domine Jesu Christe (which includes Quam olim Abrahae) and So Abram Rose (which includes the Hostias).
This is an aside: (I blanked; it's late, when I get my mind back, I'll let you know. For all I know, this aside was my little digression on modernism vs postmodernism)
This is just a thing I overheard: I'm more than right. (quoting from Wikipedia) There are 250,000 students enrolled in Boston and Cambridge alone.
I think I saw a drawing of Steve Lurkel outside of Symphony Station.
Whatever he was, he didn't look like Steve Urkel at all. Same artist, mayhaps.
burning question: is mayonnaise an instrument?
Posted on November 05, 2013 at 12:11 am
Now Playing: New Wave Syria - Second Nature
There were some school groups. This is the slowest time of the year, because people are outside less during the first cold snap, and also there are no babies being born at this time and all the adolescents are being sent to the wild. Why they spent more time outside when it's literally rather than just figuratively freezing is beyond me.there were some school groups. This is the slowest time of the year, because people are outside less during the first cold snap, and also there are no babies being born at this time and all the adolescents are being sent to the wild. Why they spent more time outside when it's literally rather than just figuratively freezing is beyond me. Perhaps by then they believe they can make it warm by listening to New Wave Syria (actually Slovene), Flying Saucer Attack, Fennesz (Endless Summer only), and Ducktails on a loop. It's also dark at 5 PM. On the bright side, the reptile room smelled of reptiles, not of vinegar acids.
I painted this,
but the photo sucks. I'll have to flatten it out first. I'll do a stealth edit next time I get the chance, translation: the next sunny afternoon, or perhaps just inform you.
Brody compared it to the artwork in Abarat. Well, actually, he said that about The Girl With Pastel Hair, but his point still stands. The colors are a lot warmer than I've been using lately; even when I painted the woman in New York with the orange jacket, there were blacks and blues and greens in that.
And once again, FOX failed to do the right thing by switching Bart The Lover with The Ned-liest Catch. I suspect that FOX hands out these discs to their affiliates that disintegrate after 20 plays. I guess The Ned-liest Catch is still in syndication in some places; FOX Boston only plays the previous season. In the wee hours of the morning, of course, to make room for Dish Nation and TMZ.
burning question: "So, basically, one head of the hydra couldn't talk to the other?"
In quotes because I found it on Twitter. But it sums up my thoughts. Something about broadcast rights to older episodes of the Simpsons. I don't quite understand it but don't worry yourself, nobody at FOX understands it either.
Posted on October 31, 2013 at 8:45 pm
Now Playing: BrainScratchComms - Shining Commentary
Zombie April O'Neil, like in that literally unbeatable Ninja Turtles MS-DOS port.
No, nobody was anywhere near as impressive as last year.
I found these images from Night of a Thousand Faces on Tumblr. No idea who's tumblr it was, or why they didn't take a picture of the tribal fish or the Metallica pumpkin.
And here's an opossum.
I think strapping Ariana to the table was Desiree's idea, or possibly Nina's. Either way, I was holding it and she was like "Hey, maybe we could use this in Unnecessary Surgery," except not with those words because I am the only person who used the term Unnecessary Surgery.
burning question: I got your donut, Lard Lad, and what are you going to do about it?
Posted on October 28, 2013 at 10:07 pm
Now Playing: Spamtron - Time's Scar
They have lynxes in Maine. I didn't get to see anything happen with a lynx, just photographs. And the thing Nikki learned from the Galapagos is that humans are really fucking everything up.
We did surgery on an African pygmy hedgehog to find the source of an anomaly in her intestines that wasn't showing up on ultrasound or x-ray, being a hedgehog she is susceptible to cancer, being a mammal and having XX chromosomes, she is incapable of parthenogenesis, so she's not pregnant or anything. I got to see a full urinary bladder get deflated and then I had to go.
While this happened, Stephanie declared holy war on a housefly. It eventually landed in the trash bag after about half an hour of flying around and ceiling-standing where none of us could reach it and Stephanie murderized it there and she was very proud of the fact that the corpse was already in the trash bag.
Nothing much else happened all the rest of the day. I'm sorry it's another short entry. The reptile room smelled even worse than it did last Monday.
(yes, this is from Only Forward, but I did have a dream like that and I do have my reasons for picking a quote from Only Forward, but those mean nothing to you, I know.)
Burning Question: You know the way how in dreams you can be with people whose faces you've never seen before, and yet know that they're friends of yours?
Posted on October 27, 2013 at 9:22 pm
Now Playing: Rosetta - Départe
"Departures" would have made more sense yesterday, though "Pursuits" also did… but I only thought of this set of titles because I was able to go to both Nights of a Thousand Faces after I wrote and posted Bradbury Weath Instead of amongst pumpkins (ok, there was a kid dressed as a pumpkin on the Red Line... and another dressed as a monkey), I was at a concert in a converted church in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Because of construction, it was Soviet Russia day on the Red Line, heh, red. I kid. What does not happen is the trains getting on you. What does happen is the inbound trains go outbound to Alewife. A woman not dressed as anything in particular I talked to was as confused as I was, and I think she accidentally almost hit me with something or something but I was immersed in Something Wicked This Way Comes.
I was convinced there was a second pianist hidden under the stage during Prokofiev's 2nd Piano Concerto. It's famous for being very difficult to play, and it's about Prokofiev's friend's suicide, and there are a lot of "wrong notes" which I think adds to the difficulty. It was despised when it premiered in 1913.
I keep mixing up Tchaikovsky's 4th and 5th symphonies. I've heard both of them live before. Since I didn't hear the part I was expecting to hear, I checked when I got home, and yes, that was in the 4th, not the 5th. I probably should have seen that coming when he didn't play that melody on his keyboard during the talk. The 5th is noteworthy for replacing the scherzo with a waltz.
Burning question: Why doesn't the Russian Federation have the same cultural output the Russian Empire and Soviet Union had?
Posted on October 26, 2013 at 9:40 pm
Now Playing: Lorelei - Life Reduction
I mistook Désireé for Miranda yet again. She was wearing a Lamb of God shirt (Nina describes them as "a lot of screaming") and boots that made her about as tall as I am, and Miranda's eyes are a different color. I'd say it was a lot less mellow than what I normally listen to, but that includes Merzbow and Merzbow is anything but mellow.
But they do look alike.
Julianne looked like a zombie raccoon.
It hasn't rained much since early August and it was another warm night, and that means dry grass and dry leaves and fire hazards so Nina was coming up with a codeword, and I think Désireé came up with "PEANUT BUTTER!" because nobody's ever going to yell "PEANUT BUTTER!" and if you're planning to yell it, you will be answered only with silence because it's too late now. While stuffing Nina with straw and leaves. And we learned that straw is grass and not wheat. Nina gave a lesson about playing with fire extinguishers to two kids, each with half of their face painted Day of the Dead style. Don't spray your face with it. It may look fun but it uses up all the oxygen.
I asked Désireé what she was going to do, and Christina answered with "the same thing we do every night: try and take over the world. I hope you got that." I answered with "Are you pondering what I'm pondering?" What I was pondering is: what if you exposed a vinyl glove filled with water to flame. I was hoping the water would expand and the glove would burst but Nina says it would melt and it would put out the flame.
And she wants me to paint her portrait in watercolors and ink. So you'll see it in a week or two, depending on my emotional, mental, and physical status and the weather. Maybe I'll paint Lauren. Maybe I'll paint Miranda or Désireé even if I have to do it from memory and even if it's a composite of other people's features, which makes sense for Miranda.
Nina told this guy he could try to fit in one of the cages and make gorilla noises if only he was smaller, but he was "tall and had an eight-pack of gorilla boobs."
Ari, short for Arianna, which comes from Ariadne, was the victim du nuit of Unnecessary Surgery Land, she says we met two years ago, mayhaps. I knew someone named Arianna but she went by Ary with a y, like the town of eternal night in Tales of Phantasia. Don't ask how I remember that, we only interacted maybe twice.
Christina was hanging around in the Spooky Trail, scaring people. I told her it was hard to imagine her ever scaring people, and she's like "heyyyy!" but I don't mean to offend her, it's just that she comes off as really good-natured and even when she's stressed out or pissy or whatever, she comes off as really good-natured. Even with a scar painted on her hand. And an oversized flannel shirt. That was her costume.
Valley rammed Lauren, as if to say "Hey, I'm down here!". Lauren's raccoon tail was something she found on the street. She took it apart wearing a surgical mask and gloves and her friend is like "what the fuck are you doing?" Lauren can't smell well so doesn't mind cleaning up poop and doesn't understand the appeal of mangoes.
A family was speaking Tamil. It does sound very staccato and rapid-fire. I don't know if I have any songs in Tamil. I know I have a Kerala song.
I was going to ask something about things you remember from middle school, but…
burning question: are you pondering cheesesticks?
Posted on October 25, 2013 at 9:31 pm
Now Playing: Jellybelly - Strangers
I was expecting to be barely on time for Night Of A Thousand Faces, not on time enough to get dinner, instead, I walked in on pumpkin lighting a bit late. I won't make that mistake again tomorrow, I swear. This year, we had two paths. One, two. With about 600 pumpkins. I couldn't find mine. I'm sure they were around but it was dark and the paths were crowded, but Désireé (her costume including… some kind of hat… it was dark) found hers (she's the one who made the tribal fish, not Miranda) and one that had METALLICA carved into it, and I noticed The Oogie Boogie Man and a flying saucer attack and an octopus on the not-spooky path. The spooky path was this: the bridge had a troll under it, or perhaps just a voice in the tall grass, Ian? (dunno, it was dark) jumped out at people, there was a tangle of gloves filled with water, if only they could be illuminated, there was a bush festooned with spiderwebs, Unnecessary Surgery with Jean operating on a guy who said "it's not spaghetti, it's GUTS! AHAHAHAHAHA!" and the devil sacrificing Michael Jackson (Jean said it's Medusa but close enough), a skeleton, a body lying down that I kept expecting to jump up at any moment, more hanging gloves, ambient sounds that sounded like a flying saucer would appear overhead. And then the path emptied out into the parking lot.
Let me tell you, tall grass and starlight is an awesome thing. I kind of wish I had batteries in my camera but I don't think a shot of starlight and grass would look very good anyway. No moon like last year, only Venus, alas, but the weather itself cooperated with us and no threat of snowicane whatsoever.
Christina was there, albeit there too briefly. It wasn't exactly easy to carry on a conversation and I had to run off and relight the occasional burnt-out candles, but it went like this (paraphrased): "Look at me! I'm a receptionist! Gfa, ha, ha!" and "that's amazing" and "I know you've seen this" and then I think she disappeared somewhere. It's hard to imagine her being scary. I doubt it was the Spooky Pumpkin Trail.
There was a really cute opossum baby who yawned a few times.
burning question: Does Abobo like adobo?
Posted on October 23, 2013 at 8:31 pm
Now Playing: Slowdive - Rutti
So I finally started Something Wicked This Way Comes. Unicorn Mountain was good, and in fact, for those of you who remember me and someone wanting to read a story about someone finding a TV guide from an alternate reality, let it be said that Unicorn Mountain has a section where they're watching TV from an alternate reality, in which Kennedy is alive in well in the 1980s, Dukakis became president, and Othello is a comedy entitled The Moor of Venice.
I met a volunteer named Miranda and one named Désireé. They weren't sisters, but Désireé says they're close enough. Both of them looked sort of like Shannon except not as tall, this means nothing to you, I know. Miranda had cool pendants and designs on her left hand drawn with Sharpie. Miranda is a character from The Tempest. Miranda is a moon of Uranus that looks like several leftover pieces of failed moons (Let's call them Jessica, Othello, Imogen, and Katherine) just stitched together to make a new one. Paul J. McAuley has never tweeted about Miranda. Miranda is a song by Slowdive, and once while listening to it one fine day in 2009, I thought to myself that it sounded like the way a conversation between Tara and Chantel would sound to someone who only understood Romanian. Miranda is a former genus of spiders, one that I myself saw near the goat pen/Dino's enclosure. Miranda is the planet Stations of the Tide is set on, which circles the sun Prospero with Mercutio, the Thrinacians, Gargantua, Pantagruel, Falstaff, and the Thulean stargrazers, as Caliban and Ariel circle it.
Désireé isn't any of those things.
I'm sure Drow and Oronoda don't come over here because they're sick of this and I'd say something about intelligence gathering but the word intelligence should never be used when talking about people who can't seem to figure out that Luscinia's been on that website for ten years, but Désireé and Miranda liked my watercolor pencil and ink portraits, and Miranda actually does tribalistic cartoony drawings and sculptures.
Miranda carved a tribalistic fish into one of the pumpkins and I carved a pirate and/or Basch fon Ronsenberg and an elephant skull with one of its incisors broken off. Someone carved a guy with a turtle helmet and another carved a really cool spider with glue-on eyes. I still smell pumpkin goop. Someone was saying we should have pumpkins without goop but someone else asked how they could reproduce, because that's where all the seeds are. We had to make sure to lock the future raccoon enclosure because the wild raccoons may come to steal our pumpkins otherwise. Probably very likely but hilarious nonetheless.
Meanwhile, an African spur-thighed tortoise had a bladder stone the size of his head removed. Brody said we still had it.
burning question: come to think of it, who would enforce a ban on pumpkins having goop?
Posted on October 21, 2013 at 11:58 pm
Now Playing: Bulgarian Women's Choir - Polegnala E Toudora
Another quiet day at the Wildlife Center. I don't mind that I forgot to bring the camera.
So, it turns out Salvador's a girl (she laid eggs) and thus she was rechristened Salvadora, which may or may not be the feminine of Salvador but is most definitely a genus of snakes and a genus of plants. And let me tell you, I was very glad when I finished cleaning her tub and could get out of there, since there's a fruit fly problem and the old adage of catching more flies with honey than with vinegar is a myth, the room smelled of vinegar acids and there was a drosophilan hecatomb near Skinky's tank. There's a good reason the rafflesia reeks of dead things.
Speaking of dead things, there was a toy skull with glitter and light-up eyes just sitting in a clamshell.
And a really big juvenile swan. His beak looked kind of messed up but I'm not sure if it was an injury or a trick of the light. Oh, and Bling was sauntering around. See, there's this whiteboard near med ward that lists the current patients, their injuries, and their current treatments. On the other end is Falco's room and the currently unoccupied raccoon room, and lo and behold, the whiteboard is there.
Burning question: Xpander's not going to make me wait another fifteen months for his response, is he? And the backstory is that he replied to a message I wrote last year that I didn't even remember sending, not the response I wanted but a response nonetheless, so I asked him if maybe [censored] but not [censored]
Posted on October 20, 2013 at 8:27 pm
Now Playing: Shel - The Battle Of Evermore
There was an art exhibit near the bathroom, of kids/teens artwork inspired by the themes of Romeo and Juliet, all in red, white, and black. One was a set of masks, one with a burglar's domino mask, one an intricate Day of the Dead face. The room smelled of tempera paint.
I can't find my Midsummer Nights' Dream booklet to confirm whether Mercutio was in that. Tybalt was Horatio in the performance I saw around the solstice.
The costume design was awesome. Lord Capulet wore a bright red suit to the ball, Lady Capulet wore platform heels that made her taller than everyone else on stage by far and some gaudy jewelry and it looked like her face was caked with makeup, Paris wore a suit with leather pants, Mercutio wore a lopsided bow tie to the masquerade, Benvolia was a woman with red streaks in her hair and a punk outfit. Peter was in a tattered shirt and vest. Despite the cover, there was no scene in which Romeo wore a leather jerkin and jeans.
At the end of the play, the cast talked about some of the things I was already thinking about: the Strand Theatre and its acoustics, Dorchester and gang violence and how it relates to the play, how Benvolio became Benvolia and how Mercutio had a thing for her.
Someone pointed out how any talk of reconciliation and any talk of the origins of the conflict between the two families was downplayed, which had the message that we are caught in an endless cycle when it comes to violence despite events like Romeo and Juliet. I can't say I'm intimately familiar with the play, though I did see the Prokofiev ballet. The plays I remember reading in school were Julius Caesar and A Raisin In The Sun. There must have been others, but it's been a long time. I do know that in the early days of the internet, there was a Romeo and Juliet in internet speak.
Burning Question: agree or disagree: accordion and koto: best street musician combo ever.
I can't even imagine it.
Posted on October 14, 2013 at 9:00 pm
Now Playing: Shel - Freckles
Shel (formed from the first letter in each sister's name - Sara, Hannah, Eva, Liza) was playing in front of the museum, using one of very very many Play Me I'm Yours pianos, and there was a kid waving a toy lightsaber. Eva (the mandolinist) thought someone's cat dress was cuter than my Cats Against War shirt, and I showed her something really cute: I thought it was a raccoon but to her it was probably a white blur. We talked with someone from Harbin and Eva said she might want to perform in China and I told her to go wherever her music takes her. They're not from around here (They're from Fort Collins, CO, which as far as I am concerned, may very well be Mars or Patagonia or The Emerald City) so obviously she doesn't know who Emperor Norton's Stationary Marching Band are but Eva's hat and outfit made her look like a member, but they are playing at Berklee (in the future) or they will have played at Berklee and you missed it, sorry (in the past). And they just gave away CDs so I'm listening now.
One of the people filming them had a tattoo that said Faith in Hebrew.
One of these days, I'll paint them. I'll let you know. I'll let them know.https://scontent-a-atl.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/1382155_10151725241252781_1029049514_n.jpg
Good enough, right. If there's something better, I'll use that as the reference.
Three guys were making Optimus Prime. If it's not on the Twitterverse you weren't meant to see it. But it was awesome. Above them, there was a sculpture that looked like a giant albino snake skin.
"They're camel horses" she said, about some horses painted on a 6th century Chinese tile. Which aren't possible, as far as I know.
It did look like a mummified falcon and birds are really scrawny under all those feathers. Trust me, I've seen birds that ripped out their feathers due to stress.
One of the Dutch paintings depicted an empty church, cleansed of all decoration and icons after the Reformation, and it was totally empty and huge.
Once, in the Kingdom of Benin, there was a future king who ran around naked and covered in warpaint to prove to everyone that he was in fact male.
I checked that pillar out. It had "don't look up" and "shit" and "love will save the world" and also "some guy loves so and so."
There was a guy playing the trombone at Park Street.
I bonded with a woman over Joseph Heller and Kurt Vonnegut and how we both read Catch-22 because we love Vonnegut's novels. but she had to transfer trains, alas. Some other people dressed like there was a Bruins game (I didn't think hockey season started yet, but okay.) where trying to lean forward and possibly toppling over when the train went thunkTHUNK THUNKthunk thunkTHUNK.
A woman had neon pink streaks in her hair. Another had neon green dreadlocks. I shall get out the pens. Soon enough. And some kid was riding on her sister or friend like a horse.
Overheard at the MFA, said by someone who admitted she doesn't get art.
Burning question: Why are there angel babies making out in a basket?
Posted on October 13, 2013 at 9:13 pm
Now Playing: The Floating World - Lotus
I must admit, I was expecting a more "Indiana Jones and the Magic Flute" aesthetic from this, but instead, they were four modern college students, none of them with a fedora and leather jacket. The set design was pretty cool, and really weird looking, and…holy shit, labyrinth under a temple in the Yucatan… that's the plot to Pathways Into Darkness. Here are some pictures.http://blo.org/press-room/photography/the-magic-flute/
If you're reading this in the distant future, try the Internet Archive.
At the Boston Common, there were CoolGlobes, an art exhibit meant to raise environmental awareness. I hope that time a river caught fire was the wake up call we needed. They're everywhere, it seems. I found photos, and they're really good photos, but they're not the ones I saw. The Boston Common had one covered in frogs (all amphibians live in freshwater now), and one covered in random plastic containers, which had the message of "reduce our output" or perhaps "it's a perfectly good container, why not use it for something else? Make a statue of Ganga, the goddess of the Ganges river. Might be blasphemous to admit there is something very fucking rotten in the state of Uttar Pradesh, but at least it would get the point across." And some people were playing the pianos and some people were singing.http://www.archboston.org/community/showthread.php?p=169126
Here they are on ArchBoston.
Yoon Lee had a mural called Confluence Mirrored attached to some scaffolding that was used to catch falling bits of debris near Boylston's entrance.http://www.wecb-news.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Artwork.jpg
There was a white door just there in Braintree Station's parking lot. A house door, not a car door. It didn't lead to anything, it wasn't even on hinges, it was just a door.
burning question: does Lucius Shepard dream of crashed helicopters that think they are gods?
Posted on October 07, 2013 at 4:13 pm
Now Playing: Chainsuck - Shindo
Today, the mad artificial intelligence manning the weather machines can't decide whether to make it sunny and humid and aestival or make it rain like a fucking flood. Don't take that mad artificial intelligence comment seriously, please. Someone did once. It wasn't pretty.
Things are starting to pick up at the Wildlife Center. Surgery on a cat, which I didn't get to see, because I was busy bathing reptiles and finding out that someone, maybe Jess, solved the mystery of the missing ball python (hiding in the wall, apparently). It involved flushing out all the crap in his bladder. Not literal crap; that's in his colon. And then a canada goose needed a splint, which is basically three layers of different types of gauze that hold the joints in place. There was a cut near his foot, probably caused by fishing wire. He was flailing around because some feathers needed to be plucked and that's pretty damn painful.
One of the interns was bitchslapped by a goose and by a swan. The swan she should have seen coming.
Ian found a dead salamander in a rather foul-smelling cardboard box and we tried to find out just what kind of salamander it was. I suspected blue-spotted salamander at first. I have no idea how long it's been dead for or what happens to their coloration postmortem.
Julianne is a different Julianne from the last time. And I don't think I mentioned Blonde Julianne (to distinguish her from this Julianne) here, though it would probably be somewhere around Push Button Receive Bacon or possibly Good News, Everybody! It was raining, that's all I remember. I had to get going, alas. And, y'know, post this.
burning question: How does someone graduate Harvard Law and not understand the point of Green Eggs and Ham?
Posted on October 05, 2013 at 7:42 pm
Now Playing: kmaleonics - Alcanzando el infinito
This was meant to be in mid-April, actually, but some things happened alas and Boston was under lockdown and somebody compared it to All Summer In A Day. It's Beethoven's 9th which I've written about before, with a few important differences: the third movement was at the metronome speed Beethoven specified, which everyone thought was a mistake, and not the vaguely-defined tempo, which nobody thought matched the metronome speed and so they took some poetic licence, and the final movement was at a more or less consistent tempo. I''d like to point out that I always forget the second movement was part of the 9th.
I'll discuss the symphony format in a future entry when it's even more relevant, so stick around.
and I learned that the Coriolan Overture is the only work by Beethoven that does not end in triumph.
At Symphony Station, there was some wooden supports for a pillar, with graffiti etched into them, and alas I didn't get to stay long enough to write it down.
I'll leave you with this, even if it is a bit late for laying in the Boston Common watching the sun set and eating sandwiches and having conversations about cat playing cards and butterflies and William Shakespeare and Catherynne M. Valente. I mean, you could do that, but it's autumn now and the mood isn't right for that song.https://soundcloud.com/kmaleonics
It's Dominican (Dominican Republic, not Dominica) no wave. I actually discovered this back in late July almost a year after seeing Coriolanus and Ro Sham Beaux and the woman with a fiddle on the Common, I just never got around to linking to it. I don't know why.
The worst thing about autumn is that one day it's going to be too cold to do all those summer things you never got to do.
burning question: what's your biggest regret of the post-summer?
I didn't get to stay for that concert on the Greenway (see Our Ecstatic Days).