The looks that got us to this day:
So today is Earth Day, a title that represents in a very short space of time the embodiment of existence we all seem to know, so I guess I could open with “nanoo nanoo” Earthlings i.e. all beings apparently alive or otherwise based or just here, and not leaving no matter how much they may wish it ;-).
Anyway, by way of definition:
Earth Day is coordinated by the Earth Day Network, and is celebrated in more than 175 countries every year. April 22 corresponds to spring in the Northern Hemisphere and autumn in the Southern Hemisphere. Numerous communities celebrate Earth Week, an entire week of activities focused on environmental issues. World Environment Day, celebrated on June 5 in a different nation every year, remains the principal United Nations environmental observance. (Wikipedia)
There are a number of auto-ingrained responses some have to the very word Earth (Gaia, Terra Firma, Starship something), for example some of you have already rolled your eyes and thought a number of nasty thoughts.
Some of us think
and more others are somewhat indifferent to varying degrees.
Currently Earth Day makes me think about Time and Space.
If I had had a time capsule what would I have put in it?
Obviously if I made a time capsule when I was a kid it would be different to one I’d make now?
Or would it?
Then there’s the questions those continue with i.e. would I feel the same way about stuff in them, where would I put the blasted thing etc etc.
I’ll just stick with the first question, the answer being: I don’t know. Sure there’s the obligatory newspaper and I guess a musical recording of some sort but what else? I don’t really have an attachment to ‘things’ or tokens of affection, I’m more into what those things represent – those things I remember, memories are important. Especially when the flood of memories start really late like mine do at around 9 years old, only bits and pieces before that but what I remember I do so in detail. (Why is Mum breathing over my shoulder right now and talking at me in between thoughts making it difficult to remember what I wanted to say…) Probably a bunch of warnings that would end up a weighty tome and maybe a scrawl on a back page of positive messages. That would mean I’d have to know the future in advance and yet a book like that is all I’d really want in hindsight, hmm. But then it’d be somewhat useless reading the warnings after things have happened. So what would I leave myself to help me without really knowing? I guess it’d have to be a four leaf clover to give me good luck! Ha!
For those who take time travel seriously and I don’t’ just mean linear or cyclical i.e. forwards and backwards or being in the same place more than once; there’s those who believe (don’t take the word ‘believe’ in simplified terms, there’s a lot of thought and research behind belief just as there are empty beliefs, many things start off theoretical) in timelines, alternate paradigms or dimensions. Multiple times, places, beings inhabiting the same place yet perhaps not moving at the same speed/time. Some think it’s multiples of ourselves, some think it’s not just us all the time. Do others see the earth differently to the way we do, is it like being ‘colour blind’ and that state being normal, howabout in ultra violet or infra red? What if it’s about more than the lengths of waves of colours, what about the other senses and ones we don’t have? When we look out of telescopes and at satellite images or just at our computer/phone screens we need all that language interpreted for us into imagery that we understand, and hey virtual terminals are becoming pretty common. Do we, does Earth look the same from the outside, as it does for us looking out and then back at ourselves with our tech?
Some people see and/or describe space as a cosmic sea/ocean, plasma like water, ether or dark matter. Are there beings that can breathe under water out there so to speak even if we cannot? Even if we were alone in the universe the way we see ourselves is just one of many ways – and inside the atmosphere we make it more difficult since we seem to be in many places at once under different names & images at different times in various simulations – such is the mass and mess of communications networks. At sporting games and big events it’s not unheard of for hosting nations to use gas/smoke instead of a screen for displays and make sure the area has fine weather. We know those pictures aren’t ‘real’, they’re just images of us and others, like those are not little people in the tv screen, but masses and masses of tiny data sent through the air and put back together again to get a picture that is coherent to us. So with all the phones, radios, tvs, surveillance etc how do we know what we look like from the outside, really? How do we know the image we’re giving off? Our physical existence as we know it is one of many layers going on at the same time as all the other information, which is real – how would you know if you had to filter through it from the outside or without someone/thing telling you i.e. an interface that connects you with other parts of the world or space that you aren’t physically in and that is configured similarly to yours so that you can understand it. There’s quite a bit of trust there.
So if we’re a ship in space and not all of us are in the same time and with all these images floating about, how do we know the Earth looks generally the same at any given moment? It depends on who is looking, from where and what access/senses and translators/filters they have.
When I look and think of Earth it’s somewhat in retrospect, and sadly, things can’t be undone. Not really.
They say, whoever they are, that need is the mother of all invention. The same goes for art in my opinion which springs also from a need. Well my Mother is always creating and fixing things and she’s blimmin’ good at it even if I do say so myself 🙂
I’ve got a one of those flat candle warmers that you see in Indian restaurants which basically keep dishes hot at the table and being that we’re practically turning into snow-women Mum had the idea of making different versions for room heating, or at least huddle heating. (She made a great oil diffuser the other day out of an old bottle opener, tealight and a cup – MacGyver eat your heart out.)
You basically use tealights, put them on a plate, put those on a base pot/bowl of some kind and put a colander or sieve on top. They give out a nice amount of heat for hand and face warming and eventually clear away the condensation/moisture in the air that covers everything i.e. the surfaces/mirrors etc. Tealights are inexpensive, last afew hours on average and so better value for money in the long run than gas tabletop/surface mini heaters/cookers for heating yourself a bit rather than food which does need gas to cook in the first place. Depending on the size of plate used you can probably put 2-3 on a smaller one and 4-6 tealights on a big dinner plate.
They also make pretty nightlights that makes the room like you’re underwater or in a cave 🙂
For the post on homemade fruit/veg peel heaters go HERE
Cheerful is as cheerful does right? Better to smile this early in the morning than frown and set my face for the day lol especially in this stormy weather! 3rd day now – I could totally do with a Johny 5 moment wake up call 😐
Anyway Mum and I entered this great competition a couple of weeks ago, a very simple and straightforward design contest that a lot of people had fun with 🙂 I’d never designed anything for feet before but have always been an admirer of fun, soft, long socks especially in warm or fluffy material (and yes pom poms too ).
Unfortunately out of only 4500 entries (yeah that’s not much when it comes to testing my luck 😛 ) we didn’t make the 30 finalists for voting but like with any contest there were so many cool and quirky entries and out of the finalists there’s the usual mix of greats and… Good luck to ’em and congrats thus far 🙂
So since my tea is finished *looks at the pile of used tea bags* and I’m still lethargic here’s our what our entries looked like for the hell of it. Don’t laugh!
Note: Any length below the knee was eligible but the longer ones seem the most popular. Also these are just the rough presentation images, the smooth vectors & high res stuff is kept separately.
Mum made the bears. Due to influence from other parties I was going more for the look below as a satirical take on the well known phrase. They stand together even closely but divided/not in harmony so ironically fall together. I put the writing over their shadow to show their unity in fallen form but it was too much to think about especially without having the theme explained. The direct approach above is better.
G’day all 😀
Wow it’s August, seriously time is a weird thing, how it passes so quickly overall yet feels so slow in the moments of the days before you get to a milestone and then think – it’s that time already!? But the days, weeks, months and years can seem like forever in the waiting.
Hence age is a funny thing such as wanting to be older whilst young and wanting to be younger when older, at least in some aspects.
I’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that I was born an old aged pensioner (without the pension), a grumpy git, an old goat, a mature and responsible little kid; then became increasingly youthful as I got older (but still mature and responsible). It seems alot of people feel similar when they hit a milestone in middle age such as 40 or 50 though unfortunately some of them go off the rails and when I was in college (high school to US folk) I realized many people go through what I termed a ‘quarter life crises’.
Age along with ethnicity/nationality are two very common questions people ask early on in their first conversations and some of us for whatever reasons aren’t entirely honest about it if not totally delving into fiction. When people answer some ask in return and many perhaps think “how old do you think I am” or “how old do I look?” This is always a tough one on the would-be answerer and there’s little lee-weigh between disappointment and awkwardness/embarrassment for both parties if the age guessed is older or spot on.
I’m pretty straightforward as I don’t care how old I am or when I was born (I do care about massive deterioration/reduction of health and looks) though I’m not one of the ‘age is just a number’ subscribers, but people can be so assuming and/or rude that sometimes it’s fun to say something else… 😉
Meanwhile in Mum’s situation:
That said – I’d mostly like to answer “I don’t know” to the age and perhaps even my name “I’m Dolly, so-called, I don’t know if it’s my real name I didn’t choose it.” But that’d mean the conversation would go on longer and I canny be bothered wi’ tha’.
So I’ve talked a lot about sex change and gender bending in ancient to modern history, usually the female/feminine being masculanized (from gods to deities e.g. God to planets) and in classic culture females were (and still are in some places) portrayed by males from theatre to armour/ceremonial garb which would not be considered masculine in the Western world today. The masculanization of the feminine is usually derogatory and done to hide/change/move away from beliefs from the past.
In culture rather than history though feminization is common and seen as both fringe/deviant to fun/desirable. For example young male characters like Peter Pan are often played by females in the general dramatic arts pysche that prepubescent boys are of a similar ranking to women until their voices break. Popular carryovers from the past finding their way through the circular nature of fashion are the ganymede (feminine looking males) trends and androgyne/hermaphrodite trends e.g. if you’re a manga/anime fan sometimes the sex and/or gender is not obvious or mixed going beyond the lesser ‘weak guy‘/’tomboy‘ stereotypes of usual accepted gender bending.
Then a mix of religion and history there are the eunuch priests in certain religious sub-sects though they are overshadowed and outnumbered massively by the dominance of males with their genetalia in religious positions and lack of female priests/ranked positions (particularly of high rank) in general.
The sexualization and sexism of linguistics makes it difficult/confusing as well from certain words having a sex attributed to them to describing creatures of a sex such as a group of boys with one or fewer girls in it being described by the masculine terms and the opposite a group of girls with one or fewer boys still being described as masculine. Then generic terms for people/population in general being labeled under masculine terms like ‘he‘ and ‘fraternity‘ or the masculine for profession/job titles or even sexuality where all non-heterosexuals are called ‘gay‘.
When looking for a picture of my darling Death of Discworld who is a skeleton in a dress robe written as a male character (the Grim Reaper based on female Goddesses and ultimately the Divine Mother) on Saturday (Saturn Day – Saturn typically portrayed as a male but based on Kali the Black/Time, Crone/Dark Mother) I saw this:
The initial books did not pronounce themselves about the gender of Death, although Ysabell called him ‘Daddy’, using the pronoun “it”. In Reaper Man, Death is unambiguously identified as a male, and in Soul Music and Hogfather Susan calls him her grandfather or “Granddad”. When asked to describe Death, in the second Discworld computer game, the protagonist Rincewind hazards a guess, “Well, I suppose he’s a man. You have to look at the pelvis, don’t you?” In the comic strip adaptation of Mort, Death is seen in mirrors as a black-bearded human wearing a black cloak, and also seen as this when he needs to be seen by the living.
Many languages must provide a grammatical gender to each object, and death is often a feminine noun. As such, translations of early novels sometimes refer to Death as a woman. This is generally changed, by the time of Reaper Man. Also, the personification of Death varies from country to country leading to further confusion, for example the Russian personification is that of an old woman, the Czech version uses a (normally non-existent) male variant of the usually female word for death for his name. Explanations are given in footnotes, often with a pun.
Interestingly enough for those who’ve read and/or seen Hogfather which describes a little the ‘Father Christmas‘ (Father Time which is actually Mother Time aka Kali pre-dating patriarchy) title to Santa Claus as in claws going back to ancient people and was seen as a boar with relation to the sun/creation of the world. Who is the boar with that relation? Varahi (later known as Buddhist goddesss Vajravarahi and Marichi) captain/leader of the Divine Mother Lalita”s army. She was later demoted via history to consort of a form of the usurper Vishnu that also took her name and kept it feminine calling himself/being called Varaha. Vishnu, one of the main current male triad ruling Hinduism and corner angle for the many other male triads in the ruling religions, is typically shown as bi-sexual and mating with his brother/the top of the triangle Shiva (feminine name) whose seen as the alpha of alpha males and in other incarnated Vishnu forms such as Krishna he’s depicted as a ganymede and narcissus.
Some artwork came to my attention which made me wonder if I’d be good looking as a guy… I’ve sometimes wondered what guys in my life would look like as women, probably because there’s so many great/convincing looking transsexuals and crossdressers in the media usually focused on males looking like/becoming females. What the media doesn’t often show though are the many and increasing amount of children taking hormonal drugs and being used as prostitutes/sex victims.
I’m not exactly a fan of Disney but of course they do provide a plethora of well known characters for an artist to work with.
Here’s a bunch of Disney ladies who’ve been drawn as guys:
Hmm they are drawn exceptionally well but I still prefer being/looking feminine methinks it suits me plus I like dressing dapper:
Commemorating Tunguska 1908
Feel The Flame
From down within my deepest, darkest depression
I see the light,
I feel its flame,
I hunger for purification –
As I burn within its heat
It scorches my skin,
My soul is smouldering, sizzling – on fire
And yet I stay,
I let it in me
I let it be me
I feel its intensity – and I become me –
I am free…
And no MidSummer Night’s Dream(s) 😉
Here we are basking (or grumbling and/or sweltering) in the blazing sunshine and heat. Motion is stilled, conservation of energy and prevention of skin moistening in buckets near the forefront of the mind. Featheries like being fanned, the furry dislikes it but conversely likes the feel of a breeze – no one likes being blown on and will tell you off at length or fluff up, sniff/turn their head and move away if you do so deeming it an insult. The delicate mist of water vapour (handheld spray) or a damp cloth are things that can just about be mutually consented.
An ancient prayer regarding the sun made to the Mother Goddess, you can find all kinds of translations for this and because it’s well known they can’t take out the word ‘dheemavi’/’deemavi’/’dhemayvi’/’dhimavi’/’dimavi’ (spelling depends for dialect) you’ll barely ever find that the inclusion of the meaning of that word: Divine Mother. So many translations, no mention of Mother, and Savitri has become ‘Savitur’/’Savitr’ from feminine to masculine. Temples/priests/gurus/translators will go on about the divine consciousness/source etc which is all included in the words but so is the definite word for Mother.
ॐ भूर्भुवः॒ स्वः ।
भ॒र्गो॑ दे॒वस्य॑ धीमहि। ।
धियो॒ यो नः॑ प्रचो॒दया॑त्॥ ।
Om bhūr bhuvah namaha
tát savitúr váreniyam
bhárgo devásya dhīmahi
dhíyo yó nah prachodáyāt
Om (also known as Aum) – Supreme Consciousness
bhur – spiritual energy = protect it
bhuvah – suffering = eliminate it
namaha – in the name of = [in this case] Gayatri
tat – it is/that/so be it
Savitri – illumination, brilliance, divine light, creative energy (a form of to our eyes being the sun)
vareniyam – virtue, great virtue
bhargo – imperfections = purification of,
devasya – combination of divine virtues, divinity, strength etc
DhimMahi – Divine Mother
dhiyo – intellect = knowledge of ‘who’ (last word) = knowledge of DhimMahi
yo – pray = to pray/to pray to,
nah – our = may our
prachodayat – propel = enable us to
The order of the words is a bit hard to form in English, so the last sentence for example would form/mean: ‘May our intellect/knowledge enable us to pray to (Divine Mother as in the above verse)’ and then in context of the rest of the prayer would generally mean to pray to Divine mother for and be: righteous, spiritual, enlightenment/ed through the sun/light that we receive. Many translations include a lot of adjectives for virtues and things to gain but if I go into those the translation would be a lot longer than the prayer and would include people’s interpretations of virtues and happiness e.g. prosperity and wealth.
Since this is the Festival of Fire I’m wearing Red, Gold and Black – and in the last picture we’ve paid tribute to light in general and its rainbow properties (which allows me to include gas fire colours since we didn’t have time to make photos in different colours for say sulphur fire in Blue). My jewellery is in Red/Gold/Clear colours and designed like sun wheels.
As usual all the awesome ideas are mums, I just made them happen.
Mum and I started off with normal photos:
We both love armour… Though Mum is more old school (obviously) and considers body jewellery (and hair) as clothing, I prefer them over clothing.