Posted on December 06, 2016 at 7:39 pm
Now Playing: George Crumb - Voices From Corona Borealis
Two friends of friends were victims of the Oakland fire. Kiyomi is friends with Tim and I don't think we've met, or if she's even from Massachusetts. Amanda and I have multiple friends in common and we went to college together but she's older than I am and graduated the year I started college so I'm not sure if we've actually met. Her full name sounds very familiar but it's an extremely common name. Erin, one of the first upperclasspeople I met at college, said that Amanda played a pivotal role in encouraging her to come out of her shell and meeting as many people as possible, or, in other words, even if I've never actually met her, our lives are still linked together.
Most of my first year of college was spent bouncing around friend groups until I found my niche and occasionally having emotional connections with people I never see again. Some things change, some things stay the same.
I dreamt of water but it was not an erotic dream. I woke up with a song by Stretch Princess stuck in my head.
A few days ago I dreamt of a last meeting with Colleen but alas it was not meant to be so in real life. It was quiet there, with Tiffany out protesting the pipeline.
I said won't Leah be excited to know that there are two barred owls. There were three but the third became one with life's circle again. One of the owls is blind in one eye, the eye is softer and filled with blood, and possibly in the other eye. He's totally chill about having his cage cleaned because of that. Interestingly, we don't enucleate the eye in owls because of the way their facial disc and its feathers focus sound waves into their ears, and that pulling out the entire eye structure causes asymmetry, instead, we just kind of remove the soft gunk like the humors and the lens and the iris and leave the sclera to fill up with granulated tissue. The other owl has a fractured coracoid that has already started to heal. We're still doing physio on his wing, and when we put him back in his cage, he likes to lie down like he's dead. His coloration makes Priya think he's in his first year. One of the owls is smaller but a lot heavier than the other. In other words, neither owl is looking great so maybe "excited" isn't the right word. I'm still going to keep her updated unless she doesn't want to know. Irvin suggested taking out the owl's eyes and putting the in the blind owl.
Eye transplants have never been done but maybe we should be the first to do one.
The goose projectile pooped.
Aury said that Melania staying in New York will cost the city millions.
Jack played clarinet in 4th grade
There was a possible murder-suicide with the only witness a parrot. And a snake ate a doorknob because Priya guesses she thought it was an egg. Some guy tried to keep three snapping turtles as pets or something. A guy with a gun showed up at a pizza parlor because of pizzagate and I told Zack that it won't be long until someone is killed.
burning question: Why does SFGate still have a comment section? I'm glad they took efforts to isolate it and hide it from public view.
burning question 2: Which comment section is worse, The Daily Mail's or the San Francisco Chronicle's?
Posted on December 04, 2016 at 6:19 pm
Now Playing: Jean Sibelius - The Tempest
Christine has owl earrings. I'm pretty sure Ashley said she had a dog and Kayla has a bunch of cats. Sydney was with Kaitlin, not with Ashley.
Jessica was reading The Golem and the Jinn, which I later thought about buying, it's about a golem and a jinn, obviously, in the 19th century, and they're friends. Jessica is also an artist who does sketches and ink drawings, but not watercolors.
I thought a guy was reading the same book I was but alas it was not so.
I didn't have enough money to buy three trade paperbacks and the book's been around since 2013 and it's not out of print yet, and there's a sequel coming in 2018 and it dawned on me that 2018 isn't actually far away, and it was nominated for some awards including the Nebula and the World Fantasy Award but I guess that doesn't actually mean anything as far as "staying on the store shelves" is concerned, especially if it's nominated for a Hugo, Sad Puppies Bite Back was nominated for a Hugo and I wager Set To Kill also by Declan Finn will be nominated for a Hugo and Set To Kill might be the worst thing I've ever attempted to read. On the other hand, I figure I only have 16 months to buy Radiance and Gold Fame Citrus. I did look for Goldstein (specifically A Mask For The General) and Watson (specifically Lucky's Harvest and The Fallen Moon) but not Lupoff (specifically Through The Aether) or Engh (specifically Wheel of the Winds) or Swann (specifically Moondust) or whomever wrote Michael and the Magic Man (specifically Michael and the Magic Man) and any other things too obscure to be found outside of really dodgy pirate books sites.
When I posted this, I wrote that The Golem and the Jinni was published in 2003. I'm not going to just ninja that mistake away because I have a thought about it: yeah right. Unless it's a major major major major bestseller or critical darling, I can't imagine it on the shelves for 15 years.
I was so excited upon finding Views From The Oldest House that I couldn't control myself and the book flew out of my hands.
It's good to get excited over books, she says.
I did a really quick drawing because I misjudged the distance between C Line stops.
I had some Vietnamese food for dinner, with shrimp, onions, pineapple, cilantro, and shallots in a garlic sauce.
Miranda, Ariel, Francisco, Caliban, Stephano, Trinculo, Sycorax, Prospero, Setebos, and Ferdinand are all moons of Uranus. However, there are no Confluence characters named for Tempest characters.
The church basement where they put on The Tempest was built just two years after Shakespeare's death. No, that's a lie.
Like Othello, a lot of the male parts were played by women. Like Othello, the pronouns and other gendered terms were switched to reflect this. Unlike Othello, they did not switch to the female equivalents of Prospero. This was deliberate, according to an article I read, it's about duality.
Ariel, also played by a woman, sung some of her lines.
Like Cymbeline, The Tempest is sometimes called a romance. A long, long time ago, the words "romance" and "adventure story" were synonymous, until romance became synonymous with love stories.
The plot of The Tempest is as follows: there is a storm and it destroys a ship, and it turns out that the sorcerer Prospero called the tempest using the air-sprite Ariel's powers (the witch Sycorax trapped Ariel inside a tree and when Prospero released Ariel, Ariel was bound to her, while Caliban is the deformed son of Sycorax and some kind of dark power). Turns out Prospero was once the duchess of Milan until her brother Antonio and stole the title with the consent of Queen Alonso. Prince Ferdinand falls in love with Prospero's daughter Miranda and Miranda is equally smitten and so Prospero has him collect wood. Meanwhile, Caliban discovers booze with the butler Stephano and the jester Trinculo and get the brilliant idea to take over the island in their heads and speak in terrible French accents. Meanwhile, Prospero torments the Queen with illusions and entertains Ferdinand and Miranda with a magickal pageant, and Ariel deals with Trinculo and Stephano's drunken antics. Miranda realizes that humans are actually pretty great as a whole. Prospero forgives her enemies, sets Ariel free, and loses her powers.
It's oft interpreted as Shakespeare putting down his pen and bidding farewell to the theater. Sibelius wrote incidental music to the Tempest, also among his last works.
I'm not the biggest history of fashion buff but I'd guess they were dressed in late 18th century fashions. Prospero had lace cuffs on her coat and knee-high boots. Miranda wore tattered undergarments and later a white dress. Ariel wore a silver bodysuit with tatters of cloth over it and silver face paint and Princess Leia hair buns and in one scene, a mask, and in another, a garland of lights and leaves. Trinculo wore a hat with an ostrich plume. Stephano wore a black suit and top hat. Caliban is dressed in rags. Ferdinand has dreadlocks tied back.
I would guess that the guy who played Ferdinand is baSotho, and I would guess the alt-right would probably have a freakout right now, if they weren't busy attacking Kellogs and mall Santas.
Soon after the colonization of the Americas, people were writing parodies of Shakespeare like Julius Sneezer.
Crystal says if she didn't have the sea-teal hair, I wouldn't have noticed her. And that's not entirely true. She speaks Spanish as well as English and likes to take pictures of moving cars and other ephemeral things.
I was surprised how not completely filled up the red line train was on the way home.
Burning Question: who is more foolish, the fool or the fool who follows him? The fool said that if it's not free speech to burn witches, it's not free speech to burn flags. The fool who follows him accused a woman of being an abettor of pedophilia because she tweeted "what I would give for Barron to fall in love with an immigrant, Muslim boy at his little prep school."
Posted on November 29, 2016 at 5:29 pm
Now Playing: R.E.M - Exhuming McCarthy
I'm not the kind of person who laughs at their own jokes and remarks about geese pooping everywhere but the towel but I laughed because Ashley has the most infectious laugh. Her voice is willowy and breathy.
Her pendant is but a cheap trinket but but I like its pleochroism.
Ashley likes jazz and folk and indie poptimism and other eclectic things and wanted to go to jazz fest and is intrigued by the idea of a Celtic jazz band. She gets her music taste from listening to NPR. She played clarinet for four years when she was younger and, much like Zofia, sounded like a dying duck when doing so.
She's going to see a Celtic Christmas concert, which is cool. She says she's like two thirds Irish which isn't mathematically possible, although you could maybe approximate two thirds with 21/32 or 43/64, as if I couldn't tell by her paleness. You can't tell because there's no picture of her here so you'll just have to take my word for it. And the fact that they think Ashley is a girl's name, like they've never played Vagrant Story or Wild Arms 2 or Final Fantasy IX or seen Evil Dead, geez.
Last year I spent most of December listening to Carmina Burana out of spite.
My finger was bleeding.
I really thought Castro would die on April 1st and we wouldn't even realize he was dead for 30 years because everyone would think it's an April Fools joke. I said to her that the 20th century was fading away, and it's just too bad that the 21st century isn't any better, that the lessons of the 20th century are fading away too. If only I could remember that quote.
Her stepfather's brother's girlfriend, which I guess there's a word for in Chinese or Hungarian, has a cat named My Boobs, so they'd say to people "you want to see my boobs?" and they'd show them the cat. Something like that. Something risque. Maybe it was My Balls, which would mean he's dating Lucahjin.
She has a cat named Autumn because he's a big tabby the color of maple leaves in autumn or Autty for short because he's odd, which is funny because I'm pretty sure Jessica has a cat named Spring and because Caitlin has a cat named Leaf. She misheard that as "Beef" which she found hilarious and then I laughed. She likes the idea of a cat named Dog. Autumn has a meow that sounds a lot like a trumpet and he gets very offended if you don't respond to his mewling. Autumn has only two teeth left.
She has a shizu dog named Bandit because he's black and white and has black around his eyes and it hides his identity and makes him look like a professional waylayer. He's four years old and spends 23 hours of a day sleeping and the other hour eating and using the bathroom.
I'm also pretty sure I had this conversation with her but not in this much detail.
She once saw an opossum in her parking space and her stepdad had to move it with a hockey stick.
She loves my loon vocalization and wants to see the dovekie because she likes penguins and wants to see the golden pheasant. I checked and I have a photo probably from Wikipedia, but if there are any photos of the pheasant at the wildlife center a few years back, I ain't finding them.
She saw an ornament depicting a pug wearing a santa hat and a Christmas pug shirt and she wants a Shizu ornament.
Her stepdad was in Australia once. She says that kangaroos are considered a pest there.
I said to her that this whole fricking election had foreign manipulation up the wazoo so it's really no surprise someone from Australia is pushing Pizzagate on us and propagating made up hate crimes so they can eventually point out that they made up the stories in order to discredit actual victims.
She feels like she's living in a weird nightmare or absurdist dystopia or Burma.
"Ha ha, Donald Trump was president and then Lisa Simpson had to clean up, ho ho, on The Simpsons, that's really funny, ha ha ha, satanic pizza parlors, what a nut, that guy even believes in demonic possession. In a few years, we'll forget this ever happened. But in real life, it's just weird and scary." I said that maybe they'll realize that Trump's a loose cannon but then we'd have Pence in the white house and I have to hand it to him, that was really clever. Like how he's putting Nicki Haley in a meaningless UN Ambassador position to promote one of his supporters to governor of South Carolina.
He's not going to bring back any jobs. Coal mining isn't coming back. They just want to blame brown people for their problems.
Nobody cares what Trump said about women. It's all BENGHAZI and E-MAILS and PIZZAGATE. Airplanes that spray aerosolized flu vaccine. I wish airplanes sprayed out aerosolized flu vaccine.
I wasn't super optimistic, with Poland, Hungary, the Czech Republic, Slovakia, South Korea, and The Philippines reverting to authoritarianism. Yes, for a while, everything was joyous and exuberant and beautiful but I even commented on its fleeting nature when I said I partied like it's 1932. Which the alt-right stole for me, except they're partying like it's 1933, which completely changes the meaning. "Party like it's 1932" means "we're screwed, so let's just make the most of it."
The far right is ascendant and meanwhile the left is tearing at itself and she agrees with me that the democratic party should not abandon feminism or identity politics or social justice.
Yes, there was definitely a sea change towards a rural, white working class, agrarian Republican party and an urban, cosmpolitan democrat party.
I asked what she thinks would happen if we got rid of the electoral college and both parties concentrated on urban populations, if there would still be a two party system on a national level and if there was, if they'd represent new ideologies.
I don't know if you can predict something like that but it would be nice if the socially conservative somewhat white nationalist (or maybe it's the other way around) party was reduced to a mere regional party.
She was up at one AM after a brief nap and when she was out shopping, the place was packed at the wee hours of the morning. I can't quite visualize what she said because I've only been there a few times. She went to bed upon getting home. I said that I'd probably stay up until 2 but I only made it to 11:54. I didn't sleep on Friday morning, after all.
I don't get Black Friday. I also don't get online shopping, or self-driving cars for that matter. I think we need that human interaction in our lives.
I tried to explain someone's post on probably Hipinion about a video game where you run a country and eventually 80% of the population are employed in a countrywide public transit system.
The Mad Geniuses want the opposite: depopulate cities by moving businesses to the suburbs and dismantle mass transit because it only serves to move people in and out of cities and not to move them around the periphery. One of them said minimum wage is designed to prop up cities and hobble rural areas.
And that's why I deliberately excluded writers when I said I'm drawn to, with profuse apologies for the pun, artists, actors, musicians, eccentrics, dreamers, and revolutionaries.
I don't bring gel pens with me because Tina is my spirit animal. A is for asthma but S H L E Y aren't for anything about taking breath away.
Some of the things I told her I told you about already.
I told her about Dr. O with the reminder to search for the youtube channel Pernicious Paradise as well, because otherwise, you get Dr. Oz and I didn't ask for Dr. Oz. Nobody asks for Dr. Oz. Okay, maybe Bebe the Duck asks for Dr. Oz.
I'm glad I talked to her even though she may not know exactly what I'm going through and I hope she never does. I'm very happy for her emotional support. As long as there are people like Ashley in the world, everything is going to be ok.
The wildlife center kitchen reeked of death and prison wine. Aury had some fruit salad out and they were starting to ferment.
Speaking of prison wine, the blue jay was still at it, this time with grapes and liquefaction. He's one fat blue jay. We're miracle workers, says Aury. Actually, we aren't, we just forgot to consider the towel.
The crow is a fish crow (Corvus ossifragus).
Someone moved the goose I told Ashley about, and Tiffany said his cage was well coordinated, as I placed a blue and white towel bordered by a rose print bedsheet.
Of course he'll shit all over it.
He's afraid of the dark. Normally, when we wrap them up, they calm down but he just tried to bite the sheet. He probably has parasites. Tiffany compares him to Igor from Fly Away Home.
The other goose is emaciated and autocorrect thought I wanted to write Emaciayed, which isn't a word, at least, not in English. We did a plop x-ray, which isn't great for finding anything broken, but at least we didn't find any bright white spots.
We have a feisty red-tailed hawk who grabbed the gauntlet from Aury.
The seagull is probably going to go back to Hull and eat french fries very soon. The guy who brought him in will be very happy.
"Oh cool, my breakfast was late, thanks. This is not what I want."
Despite what I told Leah and Ashley, the owl does have some kind of eye trauma in one eye, and his coracoid is displaced, and we're confident that he'll heal but we don't know if he'll be releasable when he does. We're contemplating keeping him as an educational animal but barred owls aren't great in captivity. Look, I'm not there every day and Jack... I have no idea where Jack is.
And despite what I told them, Bebe the duck didn't find a home yet. Tyler showed up to check out Bebe. Bebe's physical exam said "it's a duck." As far as we can tell, Bebe's a female muscovy duck, but it is a juvenile.
Zack says that screech owls are our most common owls, followed by barred, followed by great horned, followed by barn. I think he forgot saw-whet owls exist.
He said we once had an eagle but it died on arrival. Somebody called us up to tell us he saw an eagle. It was all right, he just wanted to let us know he saw one.
Bald eagles are a great demonstration of just how well environmentalism works, and a perfect metaphor to what will happen under a president who wants to dismantle the EPA.
I did a perfectly passable imitation of an Ashley Grant imitation and a really bad imitation of Dennis Franz imitating Homer Simpson. I sounded like Kratman, or at least, the way I imagine Kratman sounds like.
Sydney has hair streaks of green and blue and violet and gold.
Rob could have gave us really bad news but he didn't because it was monday. I wonder what that bad news could be. The good news is that the bacteria Bdellovibro, which devours other bacteria much like an Alien, can be used to fight drug-resistant infections.
I found this on the front desk. Check them out.
It's my dog's birthday today. It's also the birthday of the guy with the pet rats.
burning question: will Steven Crowder be the featured comedian at the WHCD?
Posted on November 25, 2016 at 9:13 pm
Now Playing: Benjamin Britten - A Midsummer Night's Dream
So, I just found out my friend since elementary school was killed in an accident back in July. Part of me is wondering just how the fuck I didn't find out until now but when I think rationally about it, it happened in July so meanwhile I was spending my time in Boston unable to check Facebook but even if I could, I probably wouldn't be checking Facebook all the time, and also he moved to California a few years ago.
We do have mutual friends I met through him, and this is a point I was getting at when I wrote that stuff about Emma and I walking our separate paths, that people will always a part of your life even when they're not in it anymore.
Someone described this picture as a perfect eulogy in a single image.
Aaron said Ethan has the best stories out of anyone he knew.
"I mean, despair may be the thing that comes after hope, but there's still hope, right? When there's no hope you might as well be dead."
Leah's favorite Shakespeare play is A Midsummer Night's Dream and she once played Kate in Kiss Me, Kate. She agrees with my sentiments about Christmas music being way too repetitive. "Lovely" seems to be her favorite word, as she said my train drawings were lovely (these ones are from the second book and I told her how Désireé says in the first few sessions, she can see how I become more confident and develop a distinctive style and how even more recently, I've gotten even better at capturing the personalities of the people I draw) and she told me to have a lovely rest of my day, but alas I didn't but I hope she did.
This is all I wrote when I got home from Thanksgiving and I do feel weird about writing it.
Rachel's in Japan right now and Lauren missed her bus because a seven minute walk to Penn Station was rerouted and for once it wasn't Donald Trump's fault, it was merely because of the parade, so she didn't show up. I think she met some Hamilton actors or something. I think I was wrong about Emily and Sam showing up. My uncle suggested ordering a pizza instead, and by Scathiel's left toe, I hope this pizzagate thing turns out to be a trolling "hahaha lord what fools these alt-right be" that got way out of hand because the alternative is "pizza has to be some kind of code word" or "shit, guys, we don't have anything incriminating, so, I dunno, make some shit up." Also, he's Canadian.
They got a new chihuahua-corgi puppy named Oscar and amazingly Sophie gets along with him, although Oscar feels weird when eating because he probably thinks Sophie is going to come running out of nowhere. Sophie likes to chew on ice cubes and while Oscar won't take ice cubes from the bowl, he will eat the ones Sophie drops. Oscar is mostly black with a white patch on his throat and they have a bow tie for him to wear.
Because I have to.
Burning Question: That rug really tied the room together, did it not?
Posted on November 22, 2016 at 12:51 am
Now Playing: Green Day - Ashley
Leah and I started talking about art because recently in a fit of boredom she had drawn a flower on her hand in blue pen. Her favorite kind of owl is the barred owl. I had to make sure she didn't think I said barn owl, and she's only seen those at zoos and finds them kind of creepy, because I know only three people outside the wildlife center including Leah (the other two are Katie who I kept calling Kate, partially because that's what I thought she went by and partially to distinguish her from a Katie at the wildlife center, and a woman who was once kept up by a territorial dispute between barred owls) who knew what a barred owl was. I didn't show her the picture I found on their facebook page because I forgot I had it but I'll show it to her the moment I see her again.
She said to me "you haven't applied to art school?" and she said that she wanted to take a sketchbook with her on public transit too. I wonder if her wave goodbye was flirtatious or if I'm just looking into things too hard.
I had an uneasy sleep that night. First a normal dream, or at least, a normal dream by my standards, and one that I don't remember, and then a teeth dream, which Zack once talked about in a psychology class, and then a dream where Gamingforce came back up and had a fuckton of posts. So uneasy, in fact, that I didn't go back to sleep despite it being only 7:30.
We had a resident barred owl at the wildlife center before we got Falco, says Zack, and we apparently had a barn owl as well.
Zack wonders just who has dreams about things like Bush and Cheney assassinating historical figures while dressed as cowboys riding in a flux capacitor equipped stagecoach whilst evading the Joker who was trying to kill them for stealing his idea.
He has dreams about doing paperwork.
Someone once posed the thought of a dream city within all of us.
I think the only good thing to come out of these nominations is that I won't be eating that rat.
He heard something about Fiorina as press secretary. I can't find anything so it might just be a rumor.
Ben Carson is the only medical doctor he's ever heard of who rejects the theory of evolution. Thankfully, he rejected a cabinet position because the only reason he ran for president at all is to promote his book.
Sarah Palin is being considered for Secretary of the Interior.
Now I'm hearing Gabbard, who has never met an authoritarian she doesn't like, is under consideration for Secretary of State or Defense. Somewhere where her only redeeming quality won't actually matter. The Jackpine Radicals, AKA Democratic Underground's nuttier, Bernier cousin is praising this move. At least she won't run for president after this. Well, she could, I guess, but I hope the Bernie Bros will dismiss her as nothing more than a traitor to their cause. The ones that weren't just a fifth column for Trump.
Matt says I need to make a bet with someone else and that I need to define "good presidency" if the economy does get better but he puts a bunch of people the alt-right disapproves of in concentration camps. He's the one who ate a cockroach. He says the most disgusting thing he's ever eaten is a silkworm cocoon, which has the texture of a marshmallow and the taste of infected pus-filled sore. Or at least, what he imagines an infected pus-filled sore to taste like.
Building the equivalent of the Himalayas on the Mexico-US border is a major ecological concern.
I was going to ask a burning question because I was going to look up the name Santoso (It's Javanese, by the way, so if I registered Ashby Santoso on the Muslim List, it would make sense) about why the plant store had it's own wifi network, and the answer is twofold: for cash register security and because the wildlife center's wifi sucks.
Perfectly reasonable explanations, the second one more so.
We have a crow who was shot. I'll update you regularly, Asakiyume.
The barred owl has a coracoid fracture but we're optimistic that the stuff we're seeing in the eye is just inflammation. He knocked off his curtain so he was clacking at people. Leah will be pleased to hear this.
The swan that was headbobbing went to the Great Bathtub in the Sky according to me or Heaven or wherever it is swans go according to Aury. He was replaced with this swan Rob and Tiffany chased through the woods, and Tiffany ended up carrying it and found herself drenched in swan blood. Either he drunk all his water or he just sat in it and soaked it all up. He did a good job getting fluids and meds so he got a cool curtain (an Australia-themed towel) as a reward.
A goose that shit all over everything in the cage except for the towels.
A dark-eyed junco.
A blue jay who was apparently trying to make his own prison wine out of blueberries.
A squirrel that probably has fleas or mites.
A spotted turtle only a bit larger than a quarter.
Animal Control brought us a goose they found in the wastewater treatment plant. Our plan is to put him in the bathtub in Enrichment and hose all the shit off of him.
On the snapping turtle, the red is being replaced with white fibrous tissue. We smear raw unpasteurized honey on the wound to sterilize it and promote healing.
Back in the day, people used hydrogen peroxide enemas. I had to make sure I heard that correctly.
Samantha has a green amazon parrot named Oscar who is normally talkative but not in these situations.
I'm really digging the lighting in the elevator. It goes from O to B to A to F.
Priya wore a safety pin with an owl bead.
Music has always been political and will always be political.
burning question: are people still shocked and surprised that Green Day have strong political stances?
Posted on November 15, 2016 at 7:02 pm
Now Playing: R.E.M. - Cuyahoga
I sure could have used a free hug and art therapy Wednesday night. I'm not sure I'd have been able to go but that's not the point. Thanks to Facebook's utterly incomprehensible method of sorting posts, I didn't even know about it until the day after, specifically because I wanted Emma's thoughts on the election fiasco.
I said this to Tiffany: Hey, maybe Trump won't be such a bad president. He could actually rein in and distance himself from all the crazies who brought him to power, and actually improve race relations in this country.
If he does, I'll eat a rat.
You all heard that. I'm putting it on the Internet Archive so I can't just flake out and quietly delete this promise in 2019.
I almost promised to eat seagull cuisine but even though I know my butt can cash the check it's writing because in between the time I thought about eating a rat and the time I posted this, he gave the position of chief strategist and senior counselor to Steve Bannon, AKA Breit Bart Jr, and he's thinking of putting Ben Carson in his cabinet where he will cut funding to colleges with left-wing faculty, administrations, or students, on the increasingly infinitesimally low chance that Trump is actually a good president; that stuff would probably literally kill me.
Aury's Puerto Rican and so was confused when her apparent best friend voted Trump and then telling people to give him a chance, as if we could continue on as fucking normal.
I'm sorry-not-sorry but if your opinion is that women are inferior and like being groped or that climate change isn't happening, your opinion is wrong. If you vote for a guy who promised to jail political opponents, whose followers are talking about extrajudicially killing left-wing artists because boycotting them doesn't go far enough, then you voted for the wrong guy. We don't need to pander to people swayed by such obvious falsehoods.
Priya wanted to wear a safety pin. She's disgusted by the Trump supporters who were spitting on Wellesley College students.
I said that it allows us to identify each other, which made my day Saturday, but at the same time, it allows them to identify us and they can easily co-opt it.
I thought Dan was Ian and Tiffany thought the same exact thing. And their names sound similar enough that he must have just misheard me. The funny thing is I don't think I've even met Dan before.
One of the rodos looked okay, I got to hold him while Tiffany was setting up the x-ray machine and looking at the results, we just plopped him down on the table, it's awkward and it's not the best way to take x-rays but it does work, one of the rodos had a fractured keel complete with exposed bone along with two broken legs and so we couldn't do anything for him except for donate his body to science.
The new cooper's hawk hobbled around the flight cage like a Final Fantasy XII cockatrice. I'd say we still have the drama queen cooper's hawk but they're all drama queens.
At least I could take solace in the fact that the herring gull was being put under anesthesia and that means we don't feed them for a certain length of time before.
The barred owl had retinal tearing in at least one eye, which you can't just see, so we check every raptor we get. You can release a one-eyed barred owl because they rely more on hearing than sight.
Sydney has streaks of many shades of blue in her hair, from standard blue pen to kingfisher to blue jay to mesopelagic to bathypelagic to abyssopelagic.
Both of Tiffany's arms have been goosed up and she can't wait until the chelation (I actually wrote keelation and then found out it's wrong. This is the opposite of the problem I usually have, where I pronounce words that I only see written wrong) is done.
"Are you going to bite me again? Yes."
"I do not like you guys at eye level."
I prefer them at eye level. Makes it so I don't have to kneel down when cleaning their cages, especially when there is a lot of shit both literal and figurative on the floor.
The gull that was attacked by a dog smelled of curly fries when they brought him in.
I can't actually tell if Colleen is partially not white and it would probably be awkward to ask. I didn't have my sketchbook with me but I don't think I'd have enough time. She's reading Treasure Island. Prepare to be dazzled: it's about these pirates. Pirates with patches over their eyes and shiny gold teeth and green birds on their shoulders. It was written by a guy named Robert Louis Stevenson and published by the good people at McGraw-Hill and on a scale of 1 to 10, I'd give it a 9.
I wish I could get to know you more. I wish you were staying here. I wish we had more time.
Would that I could still the passage of time.
burning question: can't we take it back, can't we make it alive again? can't we start over? can't we-
Posted on November 12, 2016 at 7:39 pm
Now Playing: Tattle Tale - Glass Vase Cello Case
Gabriela, who is Dominican and is always bewildered when it's written with ll because in Spanish, it's pronounced like the Hungarian ly, who is an actor, and loves to write scripts, poems, and short stories, and whenever she gets going, she won't stop. She asked me about The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet, which apparently Mo Sing Ing hated so much she threw it in the trash so nobody else would ever pick it up, which is a damn fucking shame if you ask me. My decision to read it had little to do with that and more to do with wanting some escape from our current reality. Which, I suppose, is what Boston is. I might read Jack Faust at some point, and maybe The Summer Isles.
She wanted to be an astrophysicist but then algebra happened.
She says that the Dominicans and the Puerto Ricans each act like the other copied their culture.
There are no penguins in Madagascar, she says.
John is good at math and science.
I was expecting Sydney's name to be Ashley. I was about to say something about Ashley being more appropriate for Sam but then I remembered that Samantha is a character in Vagrant Story. Samantha is a name of uncertain origin. Also there's a John Hardin in Vagrant Story.
Sam and Sydney might be sisters but I doubt it.
Brenna's become a really common name, apparently. Brenna was saying something about cats to Emily. I didn't even ask Baylie to spell her name for me; she probably gets a lot of people asking so she spells it out preemptively. She has a jade pendant.
There was a woman with half abyssopelagic black and half crimson hair, and her face reminded me of Shannon's.
The woman with the black hat, hoop earrings, a bright orange trench coat, a scarf, a colorful skirt asked me if I was taking notes or drawing her. A woman passed by, exiting the train, and told me they were beautiful.
Whatever their names are, I didn't get them. Ashley or Callo or Neesa or Tia, no doubt.
I think it was a coincidence but in the corridor at the back entrance that nobody actually uses unless they came from the Gardner museum of want to see the giant baby head had works by two African-American artists. Some people were sketching the subjects of his portraits.
Black lives matter more than ever now that we have Trump in power.
HomiE has been up since July, but that's important too. And I want more stuff like Clarice Assad and Gonzalo Grau in the future.
I forgot to write this down last time I was there: the mural currently in Political Intent with the black and white silhouettes is a commentary on sexual and racial violence in the antebellum south, and in those days, houses were decorated with framed silhouettes.
Sarah and Katie are twins. I can't tell if they're identical or fraternal because they do try to distinguish themselves. Katie had pink-dyed hair and I started drawing her from one position but a woman had to get by me and so I finished drawing her from a different position, and she wore a light brown fleece hoodie and a gray shirt with silver sequin designs. Sarah's hair is undyed and she kept relatively still. She wore a black jacket and black shirt underneath. Otherwise, they look alike.
They are singers in the Handel and Haydn Society's youth chorus, but at their school, they have only an a cappella group. They were performing works by Claude Debussy, I think she said Nuits d'etoiles or maybe Nuits blanches, but I can't remember, and by Felix Mendelssohn, which I didn't ask about. I've been listening to Debussy's music since before they were born. Arabesque #1, La cathédrale engloutie, and Reverie are all used in the obscure Macintosh RPG Odyssey: The Legend of Nemesis. They are intrigued by the Guatemalan chorus.
They both had safety pins pinned to their shirts. In other words, they're no fans of Trump. In fact, they were at a protest against Trump on Friday night. I said that my only real hope is that Trump burnt too many bridges with the Republican establishment and they'll try to get rid of him but that just means we end up with Mike "Conversion Therapy" Pence, and that the Democrats abuse the shit out of the filibuster whenever they can, which is a frail hope. Frailer still, if the Democrats can pull their heads out of their asses in the midterm elections, and maybe those rural voters will realize what a buffoon he is. Maybe his staggering ineptitude will mean that the military will refuse to fight for him. And I don't think they have they can approve of an amendment yet.
Thing is, even if Trump isn't himself a white supremacists, it was the white supremacists who brought him to power. Katie says this enables them and legitimizes their beliefs. I know I called Satan a faerie tale during the spirit cooking fiasco but in every story where someone makes a deal with the devil, they always end up with a lot more than they bargained for. Unless you're Rick Sanchez.
They were old enough to vote, which is good. Katie says you really can't complain if you don't vote but I think people who can't vote because they were too young or people who aren't citizens or people who couldn't reach the polling place because they need the cardinal rule of "if Dora the Explorer couldn't find her polling place, it's too hard to find. And Dora couldn't find her arse with both hands and a treasure map" can all complain if they want to. And the election was suborned by Putin, Dugin, Assange, Teddy Beale, et cedera.
And I can't blame the Johnson voters because they were never going to vote for Hillary and there weren't enough Jill Stein voters to make an impact. I can and I will blame the moderates for not voting. And those people who voted for Hillary but straight Republican for everything else, all to satiate their deep-seated fear of all things Islamic. Hello? You had one job and boy, did you screw it up big time. We're one state away from having enough Republican state legislators to amend the constitution. She felt the same way I did: maybe Michigan and Wisconsin will change sides because Virginia did. I guess Detroit and Flint have hemorrhaged a lot of population (most of the cities in the Midwest are hemorrhaging population and any statewide population gains are rural or suburban) and I don't know what expectations I had for the state that re-elected Scott Walker.
Katie blames the electoral college as well. It swings things too far in the other direction: it marginalizes 1) anyone living in a city and b) anyone not living in Ohio or Florida.
I can imagine him becoming overwhelmed or bored, leaving the actual statecraft to Pence and the cabinet, and spending most of his time aggressively redecorating the white house and turning the entirety of Washington D.C. into the Palace of Yzorderrex.
She said Brexit was divided between urban and rural as well as England and Scotland. Or maybe she said that Brexit was because moderates are idiots.
The conductor sounded like Arnold Schwarzenegger. I can't think of a bad one-liner involving trains. Good thing whatever he said had to do with the Ashmont train and buses to Ashmont so it didn't matter to me.
Shannon asked this. No, Shannon, you aren't the only person who's "wired other-centric." I get that some mine worker in West Virginia who is at risk of losing his job due to the obsolescence of coal power and whose son is overdosing on heroin isn't going to think of the plight of Muslims or black people and won't be convinced that white privilege is a thing. But come on, I imagine everyone has friends or family who are GBLT and yet they voted in a vice president who supports electroshock aversion therapy.
burning question: When did it become okay to only think about oneself and to turn a blind eye on blatant hate-filled speech?
Posted on November 09, 2016 at 5:35 pm
Now Playing: Lady Pills - Eat Them
I did what I could. I'm sorry. You deserve a better world.
I said I never want to hear anything about Wikileaks but there's a conspiracy theory involving pizza being a SEKRET PEDOPHILE CODE WORD. I'm not sure if Libertarian--Princess is a real right-winger or if it's a satirical page by a left-winger. But Shadowdancer Duskstar is eating that up.
Leave that demon stuff to faerie tales.
Fuck me with a chainsaw, I can't believe that actually worked.
Alright, now I'm done with Wikileaks.
I said that I would bring up the worst case scenario for a Clinton victory and I will, only because it's the default setting for a Trump victory. The Democrats give up on social justice and identity politics because they figure they still need that somewhat xenophobic white working class who were swayed to Trump because they recognize him on TV and he promised to get rid of brown people and playing into their fears of a society no longer dominated by white evangelicals and all those old-style liberals and moderates who throw around slurs like regressive left and SJW. Mark my words, once the initial shell shock is over, they'll crawl back up the European far right's ass. I don't know, Democratic Underground is down right now but a few days ago, they were already attacking the SPLC for having a profile on Ayaan Hirsi Ali and were talking about how they know a bunch of people who voted for Clinton but straight Republican for everything else because the hard left isn't pandering to their deep-seated fear of all things Muslim. People who think that white privilege doesn't exist because there are poor whites. People who think that it's the Black Lives Matter protests that are setting back race relations.
And then just sprinkle on legitimizing of alt-right and other fringe right politics. Kirk of According To Hoyt and The Mad Genius Club saying that boycotting isn't enough and advocating the extrajudicial killing of left-wing journalists and artists, and yes, I know that Kirk was specifically saying Soros György should get a bullet between the eyes but in context, someone else, CeliaHayes, I think but can't be fucked to check, was saying not to watch films by left-wingers and not go to their concerts and not read their books and Kirk was addressing that. Sentiments like "A female has nothing to offer beyond her physical appeal, so there is no benefit to society in the short or long term if she is fat." At least with even the most marginal of Hillary victories, the alt-right and redpillers would crawl back into their man-caves.
Ashley looked despondent, but then again, she always has a despondent, fey look. Her eyes are the color of emeralds, hope, youth, joy, victory. She fell asleep somewhen during the election and woke up disappointed. She'd make a better president than Trump, but then again, so would the dead weasel glued to Trump's head.
I told her the story of the finch.
Christine, or was it Christina, was up all night. She wonders if Hillary will run again and I say no.
I woke up at four in the hopes that maybe Michigan and Wisconsin would turn and instead got a Trump victory and Republican control of Congress and much profanity. I tried to get back to sleep after that, hoping that maybe there's still votes yet to be counted, ended up awake at 5:30, when it's still dark but there's really no point in trying to get back to sleep, listened to some Lady Pills and Radiohead and Quilt, the former because they're feminist, the latter two because they're melancholic and fey, a far cry from Arthur Bliss' Colour Symphony and Sister Suffragette from Mary Poppins.
Say what you will about 2016, it's a good year for music.
Someone's reviewing every episode of The Simpsons in order and his take away from one of the episodes is "It's hard for an intelligent and qualified woman to beat a loud and stupid man."
I wrote this before I tried to get to sleep. I'm not even angry right now. I just feel a mix of fear, disgust, and sadness, an emptiness in my heart. My friends feel the same way and I learned that holy shitsnacks, there are a lot of ads on Facebook and they are all very intrusive.
burning question: what did I fucking tell you guys about moving to swing states in order to turn them blue? What did you accomplish but giving the Republicans more electoral votes? You're doing it all wrong. Fellow left-wingers, we need to accept that North Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Tennessee, Texas, et al, are all lost causes, and so you need to live in more reliably democratic states so we can have the electoral votes we need and deserve.
Posted on November 07, 2016 at 4:54 pm
Now Playing: Half-Sour - Ten Year Tenure
I think my biggest fear right now is either we end up in a repeat of 2000's election because Trump refuses to concede or that the election is somehow tied and Congress appoints Trump, because, no pun intended, party loyalties trump personal dislikes.
I'd say 40% of Trump's voters are, if not alt-right, then some form of racist, nationalist, know-nothing, Confederate irredentist, authoritarian, et al, and, yes, I know there is a lot more to the alternative right than just racism but let's just keep things simple, 30% will vote for anyone with an (r) (by the way, if I type that in TextEdit, I get the registered trademark ASCII character) next to their names, you know, the Cubans and the evangelicals and the Cuban evangelicals, 20% have reasons other than racism and fears of immigration (I had a thought about Mark Zuckerberg's so called other reasons to vote for Trump but I can't think of what they could possibly be. Maybe guns. Maybe the right to pay people $3.50/hour.) to vote for Trump, and maybe 10% at most are old-style liberals and Democratic Undergrounders who think that a Trump presidency is maybe the best way to move the party in the direction they want and feel isolated from any fallout from a Trump presidency, who cares who gets hurt, right?
Best case scenario, landslide victory for Hillary and the democrats will figure they no longer need the somewhat racist white working class demographic and the xenophobe faux-feminist demographic. I don't think there is a best case scenario with a Trump victory. An age of political satire, maybe? Maybe Obama will order our entire nuclear arsenal destroyed and have the military team up with Nerf and/or whatever company makes those dinosaur bubble guns. Worst case scenarios, I'll bring up when it happens.
All I know is that I never want to hear the name Julian Assange without "arrested" or "dead" in the same sentence and I never want to hear the name Paul Joseph Watson or Wikileaks ever again after the election. I don't want to hear anything about demons that aren't in a fictional setting or metaphor. I don't want to hear about Donald Trump outside of political satires and nightmarish alternate realities. I don't want to hear anything but tears from the alt-right.
Meanwhile, at the wildlife center:
I forgot to check the Facebook page in case Jack decided to post cool pictures for once, but there isn't really much of interest. I did learn that Jack calls Puff "Jellybean."
I learned that there are sweet spots to stand in Med Ward where I don't have to smell last night's seagull meals.
Nicole sometimes feels like she's scrubbing the cages with her hair but since her hair turns into an Irish-Fro whenever she has it short, she can't just get a pixie cut.
Matt's dove escaped and he was just chilling where nobody could reach him.
We had a juvenile swan with pretty nasty but surprisingly low lead poisoning, who was like a drunkard, and Tiffany told him "no, we don't smash our face." I'm not a vet but I suspect long-term poisoning, plus he's still young. Also, he could have hit his head, since he was in the harbor.
Matt once ate a roach for a buck. They're a good source of protein, says Tiffany. I'm not sure if she meant Matt the plant store guy (we were talking about converting said store into a bat habitat because we got a bat and are going to transfer him to a bat sanctuary as soon as his wing heals) or Matt the currently non-present tech but since Matt the plant store guy once said he'd eat 50 worms, it's probably him.
She mentioned someone named Toby volunteering on the weekend who almost hurled while making food for the seagulls or something. I'll show my portrait to Tiffany and see if she recognizes it.
We got an opossum but he had pretty nasty head trauma and skull fracturing, which I guess we could let heal, but he was blind in both eyes on top of that and so we couldn't do anything. Well, we could learn about mammalian anatomy and give Donald Trump a new wig.
We got a seagull who was attacked by a dog. I hope he'll be okay but at the same time, I gagged cleaning up last night's dinner and had to wash out the taste with mouthwash the moment I got home, so I was like "o frabjous day, callooh callay" in the most sarcastic manner ever.
There were a few blank pages in the sketchbook I brought, mostly because I didn't want to bring a sketchbook with two pages anywhere. Colleen did eventually show up but alas, I didn't have any time to draw her.
burning question: is the dog in the Coppertone ad sexually harassing that girl, or is that a grey zone? I think the only grey zone is "pulling off a gummi Venus de Milo that's stuck to her pants" and that whole situation could be avoided if Homer just said "excuse me, this is going to sound really weird, but there's a rare candy stuck to your pants" and he wouldn't have to move under the sea, but I am a feminist.
Posted on October 31, 2016 at 7:07 pm
Now Playing: Rose Polenzani - Blue Angel
Remember that finch we had who escaped into the ceiling? He got loose again and we were running around the room with a net trying to catch it, and I said we should just open the window and he'll fly out and we'll call it a self-release. Don't you dare go into the ceiling again, Nicole said to him. He flew behind the laundry cart and Nicole didn't want to crush him, so Tiffany grabbed him with one hand, put him back in his cage, and then we took him out to be released into the wild. "And now you don't fly." Eventually he flew off into a tree and we had to go the long way around because we closed the door, although I'm pretty sure if I left the door open, he'd just fly back in.
We gave his food to the robin because he's cute.
I told the green and orange and white parrot that it's a good thing he's cute because he sounded like a door in dire need of oiling. Who knows, maybe he's trying to imitate the doors.
Nicole knew a parrot who would scream "fuck you!" The parrot at her high school would often imitate the fire alarm.
Tiffany went to the Beetlejuice Town in Vermont for like 30 minutes and then got cold and bored, because, you know, it's Vermont. It's where they filmed Beetlejuice and that's really all it has going for it. It's so unimportant that I'm not even going to call it by its name.
Some people were pissed off because the trail wasn't stroller accessible, because it is, you know, a trail through the woods. Maybe he wants to pay to have it paved.
Some guy tried to steal a dreamcatcher, out of all the things at the wildlife center (medication, ducks, centrifuges) to steal.
Tiffany says that people have been doing self portraits since paints were invented, they're just quicker now, and you can put dog noses on yourself.
Jaquelyn, who is Lithuanian, not French and Puerto Rican, and actually looks a bit like Molly, has a bearded dragon named Khali, formerly Khal as in Khal Drogo, not as in Calvin Coolidge or whatever. Khali is vivid orange but not quite as vivid as her leash, which means that males aren't necessarily brighter or bigger than females.
I'm really bewildered how much smaller the baby is.
Primrose dressed her dog as the Mystery Machine from Scooby-Doo.
Colleen says that working as a personal assistant kind of sucks because it's just you and the other person, being a dog washer is kinda tough.
She'll only be around for the class, alas.
I was going to ask a question about why we were already talking about Christmas when it's only Halloween. I've seen Christmas stuff up on Saint Ajora's Day.
burning question: What happens if a werewolf bites a frankenstein that then bites a dracula?
Posted on October 30, 2016 at 6:29 pm
Now Playing: Einojuhani Rautavaara - Cantus Arcticus
Kathryn was talking about someone in her school dressing as a Victoria's Secret Angel and I thought she said Victoria's Secret Agent, which would be hilarious, like Sterling Archer with lacy underwear, a bow tie, and an Omicron Spymaster. Maybe night vision goggles too.
Jacob says that the finch found his way back and stranger things have happened.
Azhane and Treasure are cool names. Azhane reminds me of Azha, an orange giant in Eridanus, while Treasure obviously reminds me of the Cocteau Twins album. Amelia was around too. I recognized her yesterday but forgot just how I knew her, but she was wearing more or less the same thing she wore yesterday. Amelia reminds me of the song on Treasure. There was also Olivia.
We get excited over ordinary animals like a slug on the pumpkin. I thought that they'd start dying out because it's too cold for them but I guess not.
One of the guys was having dinner with a skeleton and one was saying that the dummy with the pumpkin head with a syringe stuck in it was pretending to be dead to get girls. One of them declared himself Lord of the Candles when we were lighting the pumpkins.
It was Taylor I met at the Gardner Museum with Zack and she's of the sign of the Condemner but was not born on July 6 and may or may not be obsessed with felids. She agrees with me that Ziggy looked better before his haircut and that Ziggy looks really small under all that fur.
Without Julianne and Primrose around, I was doing most of the talking.
I didn't recognize Mercedes at all when I saw her and that's because she had the wig. I didn't even know she was blonde until today, and she has Cyril Figgis glasses. She wasn't in costume but she was wearing a colorful halloween scarf and a lime green NEWC t-shirt that made her look more professional.
We could suture a raccoon mask on Mercedes' face. Or duct tape it.
I told a bad joke about duct tape and the Force and Tiffany says we should do bad standup comedy in the Catbird Cafe and the stoner brigade will love it.
Someone said he supposes that if you do enough ketamine, anything is funny. I wouldn't know because a. I've never been on ketamine and b. I've heard ketamine tends to make you forget things, which makes it popular with both cat veterinarians and date rapists. Also great if you have a collapsed lung.
Maggie has a best friend also named Maggie and was always confused when her mother yelled at her.
Thomas is the guy dressed as the Superbowl Shark. He was at the trail's exit shouting things like "high fin" and "I am death incarnate!" and "You do not know the meaning of disappointment. You're kids!" in a warbly falsetto and Maggie and I were laughing so hard we couldn't breathe.
I ran into Christina from college. The one who is Polish and dreamt about killer ewoks dressed in ghost costumes, not the one who is Portuguese and photographed an erotic poem written in magnetic words.
A kid inspired Tiffany to look at glitter under one of our microscopes and it looks like rocks. She has her ways of getting glitter. "I swabbed it off the girl's eyes."
I met a woman from Poland. She was no doubt impressed by the Polish on the whiteboard.
Tiffany wanted to put on some dancy music for the kids to dance to and it would tire them out and they'd go straight to bed when they got home but instead we were just weirding them out with noises, which I think was just dancy music with the bass turned all the way up. I think they're on to something; at the FIGMENT dance party, I was so hyped up on adrenaline and serotonin and dopamine that I didn't get any sleep, even after dancing for hours and walking about three miles to get dinner.
That's probably a microgenre, and if it isn't, we should make it one, after all, there are genres of music that consist of dissecting and manipulating musak and commercials, or recording quiet sounds and amplifying it, of music made with mallets. The description of abstracto is "it's like complextro, but more abstract than rhythmic" and I wish there was a description of complextro "it's like abstracto, but more rhythmic than abstract"
Kim pointed out that tegus have taste buds unlike most reptiles. I don't remember what the tegu's name was but he should be named Zell because he was raised on hot dogs. They normally eat the stuff humans eat only they eat it raw and they can eat it even once it's started to go bad. He can have all the hot dogs he wants when he's old and slowing down. Tegus feel like beads, it's really cool.
I ganked this from a post on Neogaf.
burning question: Trump is such a joke that he perfectly mimics a rubber suit sitcom dinosaur villain. He is living parody. It's astonishingly embarrassing that he exists on the global stage. Comedy writers must be baffled. I mean how do you write caricatures after someone like Trump exists?
Posted on October 29, 2016 at 2:35 am
Now Playing: Johannes Brahms - Hungarian Dances
It appears that Glass Mannequins is releasing an album in December, I'm hearing rumors of future Sophie Atlas shows, not that I'm actually planning to go to them, I dunno, something about the parallel realities becoming too similar and causing an interdimensional collapse.
Tiffany finds the baby on Dinosaurs creepy, and, yes, it is uncanny how much B.P. Richfield resembles Donald Trump. Oh, yeah, and he's not a triceratops, he's a styracosaurus.
They gave the hyper squirrel a jack-o-lantern, not lit, of course, and apparently he stuffed himself inside it, and later Tiffany gave him the cutout of a squirrel so Sarah could take a picture of a squirrel eating a squirrel. I suppose other people could take pictures too. Not Jack, though, he wasn't around.
On the whiteboard was written Tłojeść Polska. Cześć dobranoc. Dzień dobry. Nazywam się Tłojeść. Which means "the mobile version of Google translate is way too clunky." No, no, it actually means "loosestrife Poland. Hello goodnight. Good morning. My name is Tojeść.
Tłojeść isn't a real word, at least, not in Polish. It might be a word in Belarusian. I don't know, I can't think of any other language that uses ł aside from Diné bizaad and that does not sound Diné bizaad.
Tojeść is a flower in the primrose family according to an actual search and a loosestrife according to Google translate. But Primrose doesn't speak Polish.
здравствуйте was also written on the whiteboard, along with the English "PUMKIN CARVING" and "ugly pumpkin."
There is a VHS cassette from Blockbuster in the intern lounge and I'm like "wow, here's a relic of the past." and when I wrote this I'm like "wow, what is wrong with me today?" I think I'm just stressed out and sleep-deprived and lovesick.
Some of the interns needed stakes, which made Tiffany hungry. I didn't get any sleep last night so I wrote "hungary" instead. She doesn't think the kids would be that interested in what Cameron Diaz is up to.
Matt says that seeing a big girl cry would be scary. I'm imagining the fifty foot woman crying and flooding the city. He wanted to change the music to something more halloweeny but then La Bamba came on.
There was a haunted house pumpkin with an inverted ghost, hands holding a heart, a couple of Jack Skellingtons, a flaming skull, a Bob-Omb, a few bats.
A different Sarah who was dressed as a unicorn or something hates it when people call for someone and they're also named Sarah, although I'd imagine everyone else hates it. I know I do. Maybe Primrose doesn't know what that's like.
Someone was calling for Marco and people were yelling "Polo"
Julianne was wearing a bejeweled cowboy hat and it was kind of dark so I didn't recognize her. She went to say hi to Gallop but emphatically not Penelope. Gallop made a noise that she thought sounded like an elephant and she's like "I'll pull your ears" and "he just looks at me."
One thing Julianne didn't miss is the smells.
Nicole wore a mask with a peacock feather over one of the eyes and a peacock feather in her hair, and I didn't recognize her. Lisa was dressed as Malificient. Caitlin, who claimed the name Sexual Chocolate, was dressed as a minion, not a banana and not a twinkie, or whatever it was. Tiffany had cat ears. Priya had a raccoon tail and has traveled to places like Tanzania, Namibia, South Africa, Italy, France (Paris is dirty, she says), Zimbabwe. Primrose wore the wolf coat, or perhaps it was a bear with a fiber-optic cloaking suit, half-off, with Jasmine keeping herself warm in the sleeves. One of the former interns was dressed as the Super Bowl Shark wearing a faux-fur cape and wielding a naginata or some kind of polearm. A boy was dressed as Boba Fett and there was a girl dressed as Darth Vader.
Kim and her steampunk friend had three tegus with them. "It's only two hours. It's not an expo. And you gotta work for your supper." She is sad that the lizards native to Massachusetts are most likely extirpated but she thinks that salamanders are close enough and I think that's not true but snakes are close enough.
Someone turned on the fountain lights after everyone was already gone.
Frogs metamorphose when the time is right, not after a specific time in their lives.
I guess since they're in a simulated vernal pond and not in a real one, there's no risk of the pond drying up and therefore no urgency so they can stay tadpoles as long as they want. A few of them have turned into really tiny frogs. The axolotl will actually keep its gills into adulthood, or, in other terms, it gains reproductive capabilities while it's still in the larval stage, and can be induced to metamorphose into a salamander, although a few million years of being forced to spend their entire lives in water means they're not very good at being an adult salamander and live only short lives, if they even survive the process. So, really, I think the lesson you should be learning is that raising frogs in perpetual simulacra of vernal pools over millions and millions of years will get you the ranine equivalent of an axolotl.
Tiffany says that Batman Fights Dracula would be hard to mess up. The only problem is that it's lost. On the bright side, the one that survived has Batman and James Bond team up to fight The Penguin and The Joker and Fu Manchu and Fu Manchu can shoot lightning and this was before Emperor Palpatine.
burning question: isn't he supposed to hiss when Primrose shines lights in his face?
Posted on October 26, 2016 at 7:53 pm
Now Playing: Stretch Princess - Happy Now?
A finch escaped into the ceiling because one of the tiles was missing, and unfortunately, it's one of those ceilings that runs the whole length of the hospital area.
Jacob told Sarah that she should go get it because she's small.
Caitlin and I looked up there with a phone flashlight and saw nothing, though we've heard him. We left some millet and some seeds out for him in case he comes back but if he doesn't, we might just close it back up to prevent other birds from flying up there and getting stuck. Strange things have happened, and no, that piscivore diet stuck to the ceiling is not a strange occurrence.
Billie's probably wondering why there's a ladder there. Or whatever her name is. All I know is it's a. one of those names that used to be masculine and b. it's not Ashley. I know that's probably the first name you think of when you think of formerly masculine names that are now feminine but it's not Ashley.
So, what happened with the other ceiling tile, the dirty one, is that someone was tube feeding an animal and it got kinked or something and the stuff just built up until it burst like a flower blossom, says Jacob. A corpse flower, of course.
Meanwhile, purple was going nuts.
We were doing physio on a rodo and Primrose told us about when it was dark in the woods and and Shorty freaked out and had his tail between his legs because Daisy and Teddy were like The Hounds of the Baskervilles.
Zack has two oscar fish: The Grouch and De La Hoya.
The squirrel stuffed himself inside a glove box. Someone else never noticed how thin their actual tails were until now.
Caitlin (?) doesn't speak that language and doesn't know Starbucks sizes. I'm bewildered that, of grande, venti, and trenta, grande is the smallest of the three.
Venti is Italian for twenty and Latin for wind, while trenta is Italian for thirty. So I guess they make sense.
I've been to a few educational rounds on lead poisoning but none on rodenticide. We watched a video on marijuana farmers who want to keep mice from getting high and as Nicole put it, you're growing illegal plants, you don't care about the legality of the rodenticides you're using. When we treat them, we typically give them vitamin K for two weeks and if it's first generation poison, they'll probably be better by then. If not, it's the more powerful and longer lasting second generation, and we've had a hawk being treated for two months.
Caitlin was just smackin' plants.
Hunters have no doubt poisoned themselves with lead shrapnel.
Primrose tore apart a mouse with her bare hands, well, gloved hands. Skinned the fucker and ripped him into thirteen pieces for the drama queen cooper's hawk to eat. That's how they do things in Mongolia according to Jacob, not that Primrose would know, as I am pretty sure she's Thai. She is emphatically not Mongolian. Her hair is not the color of primroses but the color of a late afternoon sky in early April, with dark roots like bare tree limbs against the sky. She can't be your friend if you don't like Archer and I don't feel sorry for you at all. She wants to dress as a tyrannosaur but will probably settle for wearing a wolf cloak.
Cardinals like to bite the bits of loose flesh between your fingers and not let go.
IV fluid injection is the worst feeling ever says Primrose.
Batman is Pringles Man's sidekick says some kid carving his visage into a pumpkin. Pringles Man is the best Man ever though I disagree and think it's Mega Man and Mega Man can just take any of Pringles Man's powers but Pringles Man has no powers but the powers of deliciousness.
Also, he looks a lot like Gene Wolfe. Pringles Man, I mean, not the kid, nay, he lacks a mustache and has a McDonalds hairline, you know, like the Golden Arches, and the girl he was talking to had no idea that was a thing. The girl he was talking to, who has a straight hairline, once brought in a baby opossum she found in her swimming pool. There's actually a fake passage from The Book of the New Sun about pringles on Hipinion. My spell check on my iPod recognizes the word Pringles but TextEdit does not.
Bob came out amazing, better than last year's Bob. I'm not sure how the holes I poked in Teddy's face for his stubble will translate to illuminated from within form. Tina was hard because if I do the glasses, I can't just use holes for eyes, no, I have to carve out the glasses and then put pupil holes and the bangs got messed up. And Gene has kind of an nondescript face so I tried his Banjo scowl. The pumpkin was a bit small. I didn't bother with Louise or Linda because I feel like their appearances are defined by the bunny hat and the hairdo and those are very hard to translate to pumpkin form.
Primrose carved a gecko and Sam carved a cat face.
I had a dream last night in which I was in an alternate world where the world wars never happened but there was an exhibition with relics from those wars and regimes. Everything was white, like the inside of the Ark from Lightning Returns. There was a brief interlude in a much harder Super Mario World in which you could take Yoshi the stupid freaking horse into Bowser's castle and Yoshi could flutter like in Yoshi's Island, which was a sea of lava with rotating monolithic platforms and then a gate with stompy things, and then the people of the alternate world were trying to assassinate me (or someone I was watching) and that person tried to teleport to the Crab Nebula but that didn't exist in their world either.
It's no coincidence that I just finished In Other Worlds by A.A. Attanasio.
burning question: why the hell is Syria still putting out ads for tourism?
Posted on October 24, 2016 at 8:00 pm
Now Playing: Arc Iris - Singing So Sweetly
A few days ago, Tiffany played the role of goose goalie but he outsmarted her and ran all the way to the other end of the hall. Her hair is a bathypelagic blue now. Once a long long time ago it was henna red but she says it brought too much attention to itself, as Nicole has no doubt learned.
Priya took a picture of an owl jack-o-lantern she carved. It's dark and you can see only its glow. That's how jack-o-lanterns work. They don't have jack-o-lanterns in the hood, says Irvin, but they do have leprechauns says me.
I brought this up with Dan once, a long time ago, and I think I brought it up here but damned if Google is going to help me, and why would they when they could be hawking fake pirated books? I told Zach, who has seen both Leprechaun In Da Hood and Leprechaun: Back 2 Da Hood but not Leprechaun in Space, and I'll tell you. Have the horror movie franchise character go to a planet that's basically a giant hood and I don't know, fight Pimp Cthulhu.
There are three horror movie rites of passage: Space, Da Hood, and reboots.
Also, speaking of bad movies, not horror, this time, I finally got around to watching Hawk The Slayer. There's a Turkish movie from the 1970s I've been wanting to see but I can't find it "Lionman II: The Witchqueen" nor under whatever the Turkish title is. I can find the first movie, Kiliç Aslan, in unsubtitled Turkish. Hey, wait a minute, Cüneyt Arkın is in this.
Speaking of walled gardens, someone wrote a plugin that turns all links to wikipedia into links to INFOGALACTIC. Yep, the alt-right has their own wikipedia now, which works on a slightly different principle from their Twitter knockoff. It's basically just the entirety of wikipedia with ideological purity.
Matt had a dead softshell turtle with him. Or musk turtle. It smelled like a softshell turtle, that is to say, evil. He told me about the best prank anyone has ever pulled and that involves putting a really stinky corpse, say, a fish, in the light fixtures or in the fan so whenever someone turns on the fan, it blows the fishy odor around. In a book I read when I was a kid (it's easy to look this up because I know the title: it's called The Twinkie Squad if you're wondering. Also, when I was a kid I read this book where the principal bans everyone from wearing clothing with words on it and on the cover, a guy is wearing a shirt with WØRDS on it. If you know the title, please let me know, because it's been bothering me on and off for well over a decade and Google isn't even trying to help me), a kid tries to make garlic squid with mango and banana in the home ec classroom, hides the half-marinated squid in the walls, and then forgets about it and they have to shut down the school temporarily and wall off several rooms permanently.
Matt can't imagine what decaying mangoes smell like but it can't be good.
I gave him to the dermestid beetles. Tiffany said not to let him lay upon the squirrel corpse because she doesn't want a squirrel-turtle hybrid but a squirrel in a turtle shell would actually be really cute. You could call it a squirtle. Actually, no you can't because I think that's trademarked.
Tiffany had a photo of a necropsy of a turtle with eggs.
We're repainting and repurposing one of the rooms and there's a trail of paint outside and that's because a mouse went in there.
We're setting up mirrors near the duck's food because they're social animals and it encourages eating, but instead, he just puts himself between the food and the mirror.
We got a male turkey with very dark blood just before I left. We also have a snapping turtle. And a bunch of earwigs, which I think is a lot better than flies.
Burning Question: Leprechaun: In Da Hood or Leprechaun: In Space?
Posted on October 18, 2016 at 7:59 pm
Now Playing: The Curtain Society - Across The Universe
The merlin, which are falcons and not the smallest raptor in the area (that would be the kestrel) and only coincidentally share their name with the wizard Myrddin lasted five days and then died. This merlin had head trauma of some sort. They don't live in Massachusetts but they do migrate through Massachusetts. Some of them don't bother migrating anymore because they're so adapted to city life.
The squirrel had a broken and twisted spine, and we couldn't really do anything. I feel like most of the adult squirrels we see have spinal injuries. Death under sedation is better than being eaten and being eaten is better than dying from exposure or starving to death.
Muskrat didn't make it either. On the bright side, Priya took a slow-motion video of one of the screech owls shitting and then taking off into the woods without a sound, without even the feel of wind on her face.
So right now we have a few geese, a mallard, a couple of rodos, one of which escaped and was strutting about on the top of the goose cage, a red-tailed hawk, and an American robin.
We have a mouse infestation and we fed a few of them to Falco (actually a Buteo) and used a few of them to live prey test some raptors and let that be a lesson to the rest of you mice.
To cheer you up, here's a rescued domestic duck riding a spur-thighed tortoise.
They don't make gloves that fit Donald Trump's ego.
Back in the summer, a lot of the fledgeling birds had tufts of feathers like Bernie Sanders. Bernie Sanderling. Just kidding, sanderlings don't breed in New England.
Tiffany says duck meat is very greasy.
which led to: priya once ate a turducken or at least has seen a turducken. I once read a book which had an even more decadent turducken: bustards stuffed with turkeys stuffed with pheasants stuffed with partridges stuffed with quails stuffed with chestnuts.
A quick search tells me it was No Present Like Time. I knew it was by Steph Swainston and it wasn't Dangerous Offspring and I knew there were quails when I brought it up.
which led to: priya knew a girl ten years ago who said she was vegetarian and then she was eating chicken.
which led to: Nicole knows people who are allergic to nuts but were just fine eating peanut butter ice cream and she was like "what the fuck" and then "they're legumes." But they're processed with tree nuts so they have to be careful anyway.
Nicole has mostly red-brown hair with streaks of vivid purple that I thought was a trick of the multicolored lights except there weren't any multicolored lights.
which led to: epi-pens are like 700 dollars now.
which led to: Martin Shkreli was at an art show where Donald Trump supporters do to art what the Mad Genius Club does to literature. You could pay at least 65 dollars for the privilege of seeing the half-red half-blue pill (along with a pile of scorched textbooks and apologia for the genocide of indigenous people and rape and slavery and Milo Yannipolis bathing in pigs' blood and a deck of cards with Tila Tequila and Alex Jones and oversized prints of unclothed men wearing Trump hats taken by probably the same assholes who made Xenoblade, no I am not over the Wii being optimized for a television that is widescreen but at a standard definition) or 20,000 dollars to buy it.
Tiffany knows what I'm talking about: they're appropriating their imagery from a movie by two trans women and you could interpret the red pill as a metaphor for transsexuality.
which led to: Nicole says that she thinks Trump supporters in New Hampshire are looking up younger independent voters who will most likely be away for college and voting in their name.
which led to: there's going to be much hardship no matter what.
Colleen doesn't know how to dress for mid-October because it's always cold in the morning but it was a very warm afternoon but all autumn warmth is fleeting, much like all spring warmth. I think she has a triceratops backpack. Some kind of dinosaur, anyway.
burning question: if you were sentenced to die, how would you choose to go out?
Posted on October 13, 2016 at 7:22 pm
Now Playing: Dalt Wisney - Dingbat The Singing Cat
Kennedy was going to go salsa dancing but I think it was too late for that; I dunno, I made a beeline for Coro Victoria, while I don't know where Georgina and Abby ended up.
Coro Victoria played an excerpt from an Astor Piazolla opera, a lullaby for children killed in the Guatemalan Civil War followed by a response from the dead to the military regime, a popular Mexican song, a Peruvian waltz called Cinnamon Flower, Hallelujah, a Guatemalan song that commemorated a long-gone railroad that sounds about as advanced as the train to Johannesburg because it's the 30s, a song to a poet who committed suicide in La Plata, a song called Caribbean In New York that could be about any immigrant.
Revueltas is not Lithuanian like I thought it was but Spanish for "revolt" and he's from Mexico. Actually, his full name is Silvestre Reveultas Sánchez, so urk I-uhuhuhuh dunno, Morty, that sounds pretty urk Spanish to me. They played a work inspired by mariachi music.
Schulhoff was born in Austro-Hungarian Prague died at Wülzburg concentration camp of tuberculosis (it's entirely possible he died of typhus, or perhaps he was outright murdered), which is totally proof that the Holocaust didn't really happen and Erwin Schulhoff never actually existed. I jest, at their expense, but there are people out there who really believe this. The Boston Pops players played The Suite For Chamber Orchestra, which uses instruments that have never been used before, like slide whistles and car horns. He also wrote a satire of German militarism in 1919, a Sonata Erotica in which a soprano spends several minutes faking an orgasm, has a contrabassoon attempt birdcalls, set the Communist Manifesto to music, a surrealist retelling of Don Juan in which he is condemned to live forever, and that piece that was nothing but a complicated series of rests that I was talking about a few years back.
Appalachian Spring is played with 13 instruments, if you can believe that.
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Catalogue aria from Don Giovanni with comedic Italian lessons about how to say you are a beautiful pussy (sei una bella figa) and penis (cazzo) where she says something about figs, to serious discussions about the state of the world's economy.
Note that there's a village in Slovakia called Figa and I bet Italians see it in the same way that those of us English-speakers see Fucking, Austria.
People who use hoo-haa for vagina should be hunted down and sent to gulags where they are forced to listen to techno versions of Dingbat The Singing Cat in a room full of cats where occasionally a laser pointer will shine on their nether regions, or eyes if they're Mad Geniuses or something.
An anthropomorphized poster with a moustache and a bowler hat. I know autocorrect hates moustache but it's a better word than mustache because it gets the old-fashionedness of it across.
"Get on the fucking block and fuck" is written on the tail in negative space. The other peacock is a mirror image of this one.
An animation set to a conversation with two Italian men.
Carbon copies of Henry Miller novels with enough blank pages for a third copy.
pull after "push"
push after "pull after push"
a woman and a peacock yet again
structure that f(its my opening)
see the burning question.
welcome and unwelcome
an uncommon rear view
nothing but cock
Enough education to provide manpower but not so much that you prove an embarassment and become overeducated for our demands. There are questions at the end phrased like the SAT. Every source for this I can find is Chinese and I'm not sure if it's a parody or an actual test they give to people.
Chorus girls, dropping phrases from a satirical novel about a writer turned into a teenager by an evil professor and his quest to gain his adultivity back. they are covered in dizzying spiral patterns.
Art is and will always be and has always been political in nature.
Chang balances a plate on her head, slices through the canteloupe placed underneath her undergarment and she starts eating it and putting the seeds in the plate. The plate is one of those commemorative plates with a photograph transferred but the ink is toxic so you can't eat from it.
a girl watching this couldn't bear to look.
I don't know the context of this one.
Goddess by Bowers with slogans like freedom means choice.
Mpumi Moeti: in apartheid south africa citizens were registered according to "race" which is basically just characteristics like hair color and texture and skin color and facial features and they were required to carry around photographs with documents. This is actually about being lesbian in Africa, what with Martin ϟϟempa ("desa eaten da poo poo" you know what he sounds like, he sounds like a fucking Nazi Jar-Jar Binks) and Scott Lively and Yoweri Mussovini and Vladimir Putin.
silueta series: her body merged with the earth.
I've seen other photographs in this series at the ICA last summer.
now speak: a podium with historical speeches by Szymborska, Horn, Cicero, and Baldwin.
trans liberation: CeCe McDonald, a biracial trans woman imprisoned in a men's facility for stabbing a drunken methed-up coked-up assaulter with a swastika tattoo in self-defense, with angel wings and a hammer hanging from a belt at her waist. This is based on the nearby A Garland For May Day.
truism footstool. On the front, it says "starvation is nature's way"
an American flag brooch and a gothic brooch.
the MacArthur Screens: depicting Tokyo during its postwar transformation from Japanese Fascism to constitutional monarchy done in the style of a feudal-era dividing screen. Reading stories about train conductor apologizing for the large presence of foreigners (Chinese and Koreans mostly) on the train makes me think Japan has a long way to go before it can cut free from the bonds of its past.
she takes a familiar object (maybe) like a cheese grater and turns it into something sinister, a dividing screen.
warhol's red disaster. adding pretty colors to a gruesome scene would change our perceptions. In this case, he used the electric chair used to kill the Rosenbergs and red, the color of communism, of blood, of rubies, of magic.
blanco y verde
document: painted rawhide balancing complex geometry and negative space.
backward c: end paper for hair, bits of text, all things radiate outward.
prisms branco: in society human beings must be an organ or cell. freaks a woman out.
Politics written in sign language alphabet, as, in Cuba, one can not speak freely. Fanya Kaplan knows the answer to this problem.
I think it might say "politica" actually. I don't know. Sesame Street's sign language lessons did not stick with me after a quarter century.
the color scheme of the paintings and of the walls, the subject matter, the beaches and garden scenes and women in ethereal dresses, the not-quite-impressionist haziness.
it's art for green spring and green summer.
Modern Magdalene is the MFA's.
Folio by Terry Winters
A self-portrait from HOMiE.
I don't know where in the museum this is.
The quote about unfolding all the wrinkles is addressed to a man named Henry so it's not Somewhere In Time, whatever it is. Before, there was someone listening to the aria "Tu che di gel sei cinta" from Turandot, a sex scene, a clip from Good Will Hunting and a clip from One Hour Photo and I'm pretty sure I saw a clip from Amelie.
People there had pastel green hair, sea blue hair with a white rose, orange to red, ordinary hair with muddy blue roots, pink streaks in blonde hair, pale rose hair and a shirt that said "let's make today amazing," indigo hair, blonde to blue and violet and a shirt with XIII on it.
"I'm warning you, it's not going to be pretty." Actually, it came out pretty good although like I said, I have done better. On the Green Line. While standing. Packd like sardines in a crushd tin box. She was a student of theater.
Kai says that if her choice was "die" or "vote for Donald Trump," she'd still choose death. Kai need not worry as the latest Trumpist plan is to repeal the 19th amendment so her opinion won't matter anyway. She's wondering why Zach has to say silly things all the time. Like, of course Braintree's their stop; there aren't any stops after that. You're a freaking genius, ya idiot!
Someone else asked how cold it gets in Texas. -23°F, in a place called Seminole, it's kinda out west just above where the nubby thing sticks out.
burning question: why should you not be able to assemble yourself and write?
Posted on October 06, 2016 at 10:58 pm
Now Playing: Quilt - Padova
I don't want to say we're in the clear but I think we're in the clear. I don't know what Nicole is doing but I don't think anyone knows. This week has been a real nailbiter. I've learned that it's really hard to predict the intensity of a hurricane and to ignore the intensity graph on Weather Underground. Also, I'm disappointed that there won't be a Tropical Storm Olivia this year because it's not like Ashley or something.
To Ashley, I described the color of a male kingfisher by showing her the portrait of Amy I did. I didn't see anyone with that shade of blue. Mostly pinks and reds. A woman with red hair had a dog with her and unfortunately she didn't get on the train car I did and I'm sad now but I did meet a dog walking to Symphony station. A woman with purple braids and a Woody pin on her bag sat near me on the red line.
Graffiti depicted a dragon and the words Not Safe For Wall.
Ronan (she was heading home from Japan Fest at the time I was heading home from Verdi's Requiem) has streaks of mallard green in black hair now. Changes it pretty much monthly according to Jenna. I've never met Nazir or Jenna before, as far as I know.
As we crossed the river, I saw a few egrets and a heron.
Someone looked like Sadness with a different color scheme and the lack of a perpetual mopey expression, but she had the hairdo and the high-necked sweater and the glasses.
I asked Cassia if she's ever read The Cult of Loving Kindness and she hasn't and she says she really likes when she sees her name. It's a really nice name, I think. At the MFA, she said "wait, shit, I'm supposed to be on the B line."
A woman was playing things like Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies and The Entertainer on the piano outside the MFA. She asked if I was a professional artist and I asked if she's a professional pianist and she said no but she is thankful for any opportunity to practice.
In The Clock, see the burning question. If I remember correctly, he was talking to a kid but it might have been an adult sitting down and it looked like it was set in the late 19th century.
It was from an older color film and I can't find the quote anywhere. There's an incomplete crowdsourced list of films that were spliced together to make this film and it may be Somewhere In Time but it may not be.
Other parts of the modern wing are devoted to the MFA's collection of political art, including some new things and to the artist and writer Frances Stark and to abstract images by Terry Winters and to Imogen Cunningham's photographs. I'm not going to describe them to you as I only had 45 minutes to spend at the museum. I'll talk about them when I have some time to spend at the museum, hopefully Monday.
Canh chua (by the way, there are no diacritics, even when written in Tiếng Việt, which, as you can see, is utterly smitten with diacritics) is less filling than the coconut soup but still quite filling. It's basically hot and sour soup with pineapple chunks and sliced tomatoes.
La Vida Breve means The Short Life and short it was, only a little over an hour long. I can't help but think it was picked to parallel with Carmen and Gabriella agrees with me on that one, as they are both set in Spain and have Romany characters and industrial settings. It's a lot less exuberant than Carmen and very raucous at times. It's scored for a more or less standard orchestra with two harps, some percussion, an acoustic guitar, and a choir, along with a dancer in the second act. Debussy helped de Falla refine it for its Nizza premiere and you can definitely hear his influence. The plot is this: it opens in a foundry with the pounding of anvils and the Romany woman Salud has found herself utterly smitten with the wealthy Paco and they sing about how in love they are but unbeknownst to her, Paco is engaged to Carmela, a woman from a wealthy family, and there's an interlude of choral oohs and aahs and laas, and Salud finds out and is pissed confronts him at his wedding despite the protests of her grandmother, called simply la abuela, and uncle El Tío Sarvaor, and Paco basically pretends she doesn't exist and Salud collapses and dies, either from heartbreak or because she planned this all along and ate some Amanita virosa mushrooms.
The woman in the Sublime t-shirt knew I was drawing her because she goes to MassArt. I didn't get to draw her traveling companion because they were getting off at Copley. The woman behind her's friend goes to the School of the MFA so she does this too.
The speakers on the red line worked but the train made up for it by making an earsplittingly loud shriek.
There was track work after 8:45 on a weeknight for some reason so we had to take the bus home. We were lucky, though, arriving at Park Street (except I'm so used to arriving via Government Center that I went in the wrong direction and I'd probably have missed the train had Gabriella not been with me). I didn't recognize Sam at first, partially because she was wearing a hat the last time I saw her as I was coming home from an entirely different exhibit about time at the Museum of Fine Arts, and she didn't recognize me at first until I showed her the drawing and she's like "oh yeah, I still have the one you did last time" and showed me the photo on her phone. She had symbols in black, including a heart, tattooed on her wrist.
No doubt the odds of this happening are non-zero, obviously, but low. Sam says that since she rides the T every day, she sees a lot of familiar faces.
Maybe you'll recognize the film.
burning question: after we unfold all the wrinkles, are we at the end or the beginning?
Posted on October 03, 2016 at 6:35 pm
Now Playing: Stretch Princess - Time And Time Again
We do have a muskrat. Muskrats apparently like to eat eggs but we don't have those. Tiffany said that maybe if we had twenty muskrats, we'd get eggs but I can't think of any good reason to keep eggs around otherwise and I can think of many reasons to not keep eggs around. They also eat dog food, fish, and greens. The sign described him as feisty.
Before I left, I checked the facebook page and when there aren't any updates, it means one of two things: either there's a really cool animal, perhaps, a muskrat, and Jack couldn't be fucked to take any pictures of it, or we have a bunch of unremarkable animals, in our case, waterfowl, gulls, hawks, rodos, and squirrels. Maybe a common songbird like a robin or a starling or sparrow. And we had plenty of those; one of the geese looked wet when we had him in the bathtub, and they shouldn't be wet because they produce oils to repel the water and if they are wet, it's not a good sign, and one of the geese was waterproof but didn't want to swim and tried to escape through the window. Thing is, he has lead poisoning and he had fishing wire wrapped around his neck and the last thing he needs is head trauma. Also, let it be said that the squirrel room smells evil. Not quite as evil as the gull cage I cleaned and a different kind of evil. A very earthy evil.
One of the owls escaped. Hopefully he's doing well out in the wild. Tiffany said it outsmarted the intern while they were flight testing it and I'm like "wait, you mean an owl?" and she's like "yeah, I know. Owls are dumb and it still managed to outsmart an intern."
Priya is from Long Island, not Meghalaya or Ray Bradbury's Venus from All Summer In A Day (it was 1954, people just thought Venus was like that and I'm sure they were disappointed by Venera's findings. Oh well, Venus is still a cool planet. Okay, maybe not cool, really, lead meltingly hot, but you know what I mean) like I thought, and she used to have nightmares of the tide rising up to her bedroom.
Towards the end of the day, I didn't expect to see Colleen. Maybe she still volunteers but I had to leave before she arrived. Otherwise, I've got nothing.
burning question: Mateus sounds so much more threatening, doesn't it? Plus Mateus Palamecia had an airship capable of generating a cyclone.
Posted on September 26, 2016 at 8:12 pm
Now Playing: Stretch Princess - Time And Time Again
Nicky the parrot tossed the blueberries out of his cage, which Julianne called rude. Hedgie is still going at it, phrasing, and I'm more surprised than Julianne is.
Here I am like "I'll help you clean this guy's cage." Big fucking mistake right there. Tiffany says that Teddy's anal gland problem still takes the cake for worst smell she's encountered. She says it's everything you'd expect from the words "anal gland" except there's a deadness to it, like someone took a dead creature and took a shit on it, not like a skunk at all, in fact, skunks are perfume compared to anal gland problems, while seagull chow reeks of the sea and death while seagull shit reeks of digested sea and death.
They're not using old smocks for any reason other than laziness, and the smocks can't absorb anything for shit, so all the water and the effluents in it drip everywhere, including the nearby floor. Ick.
Tiffany said that we probably had a stopper at one point but someone might have thrown it away. She doesn't like using gloves to plug the drain because we need gloves, even gloves with the sizes meant for Donald Trump hands, and who knows, maybe it will get loose and some dumb duck will eat it.
The kingfisher is dead, alas. She failed her flight test and so it wasn't long before the stresses of captivity got to her. May she feast on raw frog flesh in Azath-Ko.
It's just a bunch of seagulls and waterfowl, a few screech owls, a few rodos, and a blue jay that Abby says looks small. The goose looked like he was wearing a giant oversized mummified boot on his foot. Abby likes screech owls because they remind her of cats.
Elsewhere are squirrels including one melanistic one, a baby rodo, some very hyper raccoons that are going to winter with another rehabber.
A centipede drowned in Valley's water dish.
Julianne dropped her phone in the bathtub and then tried to fish it out and ended up wet. She said something about putting it in rice to dry it out and I wondered if she watched that episode of Bob's Burgers too. Abby, who is a student intern and therefore doesn't have time for anything except sleep and interning because things have been very chaos-filled, says she's heard of it and it's been around but she has no idea if it actually works.
Google Translate tells me "feist" is German for "plump." It's unrelated to the English feist. She didn't know feist was a real word, but lots of people don't, including spell check.
I left a blank page in my sketchbook, or rather, half of a blank page, just for today.
Julianne was super-impressed. She doesn't look grumpy in real life, though.
"She has a bomb on her backpack" or "is that a bomb?" to anyone who has never played a Final Fantasy just kind of sound terroristic. If I had to guess, it's a bomb from Final Fantasy VI or VII, but really, anything but Final Fantasy XIII and probably not X because it had fiery hair, not jagged rock spikes, and probably not XII because it didn't have a wick. She had a yellowish ball python.
The woman from Jabberwock Reptiles has dyed salmon-pink hair and a t-shirt with Vincent Valentine on it, which I didn't recognize at first, mostly because of his pose, and brought a red-tailed boa constrictor with her.
I'm surprised that Julianne, Julie, and Abby finished up so soon. To her, it felt like a long time. Primrose, she says, will be there until December. To quote Through The Heart, going ahead meant you were leaving things behind you, things you would never see again.
Though, as Emma says, the world is round.
Colleen is a newcomer.
burning question: are Millennials the Real Zika Virus?
Posted on September 25, 2016 at 10:46 pm
Now Playing: The Durutti Column - II Chant
Some plans work too well, like when I hid my download card for Abbie Barrett's latest release just to make sure it didn't get accidentally thrown away but it was hidden so well I forgot where it actually was.
Some plans don't work as I meant for them to work but at least I could rewind, even if it's at 2x, which is annoyingly slow, and then watch Bob's Burgers.
A woman from Russia (or at least, I think she was from Russia, going by the conversation she had) said "we got it the first time" and Brian said that we need things explained to us six times. The door didn't get it, as it kept opening and closing. In the same weekend, I heard people speaking French, German, Spanish, Portuguese, Russian, Cantonese, and Punjabi. At least, I think it was Punjabi. With a name like Singh, it probably was. I'm not good at identifying different Indian languages and I don't know the demographics of Boston's South Asian population, only that there are a surprising number of Nepalis and a lot of Indian places that serve halal food.
Adeline wanted me to draw her while she was sitting on Jane's lap. Sarah, Maddie, and Emma's friend, whose name I can not remember was sitting on the train floor and trying to push herself forward while making a rowing motion.
A piano had "this is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo." written on it.
a woman on the train and a woman on the street both had purple streaks in their hair.
Hell, even the mannequins have colorful hair.
The Simpsons saw Carmen, inexplicably in Russian.
Someone more knowledgable says the actual recording of the opera they used was in French, because I don't know where they'd find a recording of Carmen in Russian or why one would exist in the first place and this being one of the first Simpsons episodes ever, I don't know where they'd find the budget to orchestrate a Russian version of Carmen, even for just 90 seconds. Maybe they have them in Russia, I mean, I've heard The Excursions of Mr. Broucek in German.
It's set in modern day or at least post-fascist Ceuta but the sets are so minimalistic that it doesn't really matter. Ceuta and Melilla are the very last remnants of the Spanish Empire. The companion booklet, which is mostly about the next opera, a retelling of the Oedipus story in Thatcherite London and its riots and its dismissal of culture and pushing traditional and reactionary values, brings up the Spanish Civil War, how Carmen would be a Republican, being Roma (under Franco, they were harassed or forced out to shanty towns in the periphery and their children forcibly integrated; anti-Roma laws were repealed by 1977), an independent woman, and a worker in a cigarette factory, while the military, of which Don José is part of, pushed family values conservatism. The creator had Spain's transformation from a repressive totalitarian state to a liberal democracy. Spain is actually one of the few European countries to not have a far-right and that is a refreshing thing indeed, when even Germany, which does a good job of repressing their hard right, is seeing AfD gains.
They actually got a Spanish phone booth, probably from Puerto Rico.
Anyways, the plot is this: the guys at the military base want to see the girls at the cigarette factory, and while they are doing this, a man runs laps around them dressed only in his skivvies. Carmen, one of the factory workers, sings a Habanera and gives a flower to Don José, which they pronounce zho-zay, while his fiancée Micaëla shows up with a message from his mother, there's a fight at the factory and Zuniga tries to interrogate her but instead Carmen just sings to herself, and José pretends to have his nuts kicked and keels over while Carmen escapes and Zuniga's like "nope" and throws José in prison.
Carmen sings and dances with her friends Frasquita and Mercédès and a bunch of drunken soldiers, who both had tattoos and I'm not sure if they were tattoos the singers had or if they were temporary tattoos that were part of the costume, and here comes the toreador Escamillo, and Carmen's not really interested in him, and they join some smugglers on a heist, Carmen invites José to come along or at least desert and go out to live in the mountains where he can be free, and then Zuniga shows up to seduce Carmen, but José gets jealous and the smugglers beat him to death behind his car.
Frasquita, Mercédès, and Carmen participate in a tarot card reading, in which they reveal death for her and José, while the smugglers smuggle things, possibly mattresses, or maybe they're smuggling things inside of the mattresses. Micaëla shows up looking for José but can't find him. Escamillo shows up and gets a bit flirtatious and José has none of that and they have to break up another fight. For some reason, the translation failed to display. In the distance, Escamillo sings his song.
A crowd awaits the arrival of Escamillo and José tries to get Carmen to come back to him but she's over his clinginess and jealousy and throws away the ring he gave her and he stabs her in the jugular just as Escamillo defeats the bull.
I said to Gabriella that I wish the program would include a short description of the characters.
The plot summary says who Micaëla is but doesn't say who Moralès or El Dancairo (For those of you who don't habla Español, el Dancairo is Spanish for the… Dancairo. Seriously, though, I have no idea. The only thing that comes up is the character in Carmen. It's probably just Bizet trying to sound Spanish) or El Remendado are. Remendado doesn't mean anything in Spanish but it means Patched in Portuguese. Zuniga is an actual Basque name. Frasquito means small phial.
She said she heard Carmen a long time ago. Most of it is totally new to me, aside from the standard snippets like the Toreador's song (hey, did you know toreador is a word invented by the librettist because the four syllable word actually flows better than the actual Spanish word for bullfighter, torero, from taurarius if you're wondering?)
Totally worth seeing, by the way. Also, the Boston Opera House is an incredibly beautiful building.
Jeila told me about seeing the Ouroborous Trilogy, or at least, one of them, Madame White Snake, which a snake that had its tail dragging behind it on wheels. It's a very modern-sounding opera, she says, which had a lot of Asian influences.
I said the most recent opera I've seen is The Consul from 1950 and that's not quite true. I saw the Knussen opera Where The Wild Things Are when I was very young but don't remember that, and I've heard Gormenghast from 2000, and The Tender Land, which I do remember, premiered in 1954, and I assumed it was earlier even though I have no reason to assume that as Copland died when I was 6.
She's a soprano. Mithridates would be proud. The real life Mithridates VI may have been a prince of Persia, but he was actually from Sinop.
There was a woman with short blue hair who is a singer and wore a dress with musical notation, of what I can not tell you, but if she were ever to perform in Isfahan, they couldn't touch her.
Another woman in the audience had a splotch of neon red in her hair and another had short blue-green hair and cherry blossom tattoos.
I got on the train right as it got there.
Gabriella told me about the time one of her cats was messing with the other cats instead of playing with toys and Lulu's allergies, about the spider exhibit at the Museum of Science and how she was like "nope" to that and told me about the time she was in Taiwan and there were huge spiders there and everyone was ok with them. They're probably huntsmen.
burning question: why would a fire-breathing monster be vulnerable to fire? I guess because he's wrapped in mummy bandages?