A few things friends have sent me this week:
Women! Know Your Place!
Juke Box Boot
Month: July 2008
What Remains
There is an artist
who takes cremains ( cremated human remains )
and for a fee ( and NOT an inexpensive one ) turns them into artwork- a memorial to your loved one – composed of your loved one.
A little strange, but given that Funerals are a way for the living to separate themselves from the dead so that both can go on to find peace is a very necessary ritual. How you chose to do that is personal and I would never question how people to express themselves in this process as long as they find a way to do that which is true to themselves and their beliefs.
So I was concerned when I read that an Artist- with little experience in dealing with people who are going through one of the most devastating experiences of their lives sits down with an Art Review Critic and says things like:
First of all, I could have gotten that philosophy from the pages of any Pop Psychology book that you can grab off of a clearance table at a bookstore or out of a box at a yard sale- but what is disturbing to me is that this Artist is using this philosophy to guide him in consultations with people who have just had a loved one stolen away from them by Death.
Back to the quote- what this Artist says is true- people who have found a ways to make money from the dead is a part of life.
I would advise that if you go into a situation where anyone is asking you for money and death- which has only just started to change the way you used to be- you really need to take someone with you – someone to watch out for you, to make sure you’re not entering into an arrangement where your loved one would say, ” for that much money – just take it and LIVE ”
Keep in mind this Artist never mentions what it’s like to see the deceased before they were cremated, has never had a family member or friend hand him blanket to keep their Mom- who has just passed on- warm on her way to the funeral home because she has always hated the cold- or talks about what it’s like when a Parent hands him their child’s favorite toy with no words and he knows they are doing that because he may be the last person to ever hold their child again.
That lack of acknowlegement concerns me because these are the people he is working with, these are the people he is taking money from I hope that as he pursues this practice he treats these people – the living and the dead with the care and empathy that the most vulnerable of us need.
This Artist needs to realize he is no longer just an artist- he is a guide now and the people coming to him have never been more lost.
Here’s To Somebody Losing An Eye
“Being a pirate is all fun and games ’til somebody loses an eye;
It hurts like the blazes and makes you make faces,
And you can’t let your mates see you cry.
Life’s so one-dimensional, so unconventional, no bloody need to ask why…
Being a pirate is all fun and games ’til somebody loses an eye!”
Seattle Seafair Pirates- Kings of The Pacific Northwest since 1949
! PIRATES !
Is There A Doctor In The House?
I want to know what’s going to happen to The Doctor on Doctor Who…and I’ve decided to try figuring it out the old fashioned way.
Oh sure.
Powers of Deduction- who do you think I am?
Sherlock Holmes?
Get a grip.
I’m talking about Black Magic.
And don’t look at me like that- many a Politician and Super Model have used the Dark Arts to their advantage.
So here we go.
I’ve got a Ouji Board:
And the Planchette:
Now, place your fingers lightly on the planchette-your index fingers smarty pants okay…now we place our fingers on the Planchette and chant
Itchi Gitchi Ya Ya Da Da
Itchi Gitchi Ya Ya Here
Mocha-choca-lata Ya Ya
Creole Lady Marmalade….
Quit laughing… it’s the only chant I know and this won’t work if you laugh- okay…here’s my request to the Spirit World quit laughing or you won’t hear it:
I want to know if David Tennant is going to be in the next season of Doctor Who- ooooohhhh the sounds of silence…I guess that means I go on with:
Spirits of The Board….
What will happen to The Doctor in the upcoming episode, ” Turn Left “- specifically…will David Tennant still be the Doctor?
and the answer is:
S-T-A-R-T
D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G
UH-OH.
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07/18/08 Turn Left 9/8 C Sci Fi
Donna’s entire world collapses, but there’s no sign of the Doctor, as Russell T Davies’s Bafta Award-winning time-travelling drama continues. Instead, she finds help from a mysterious blonde woman – a traveller from a parallel universe. But, as Donna and Rose Tyler combine forces, are they too late to save the whole of creation from the approaching darkness?
- Visit the Turn Left section here.
- from David-Tennant. Com
Beauty Was A Beast
Once Upon A Time
When I was about 6 years old my family realized I was a little girl who was fascinated with stories about Head Hunters and Zombies and a guy named ” Burke’s Hare ” who robbed graves and sold the rotting bodies to ” Franks Stein ” who in turn made Monsters out of them.
I guess my family were more then a little disturbed by my taste in literature so they tried to balance things out by introducing me to your more traditional fairy tales…
Like
Cinderella
At first I liked Cinderella, but it became clear to me during story time that she needed magic to be prettier then her sisters. I was not encouraged by that as I was not exactly the cutest kid on the block and unless someone showed up with a magic wand I figured I was in trouble.
In the end I was scared of the Cinderella story, it used to give me nightmares.
However I LOVED Snow White.
She got to live in the woods and she ate a poisoned apple and lived-which made perfect sense to me as I had swallowed kerosene on a dare a year before and I had lived.
So I felt a kinship with Snow White and her weird friends who looked like trolls.
She was one lucky girl I remember thinking- her friends were monsters and carried axes and in addition she had black hair too ( which wasn’t something girls in fairy tales had unless they were bad ) so I happily saw myself in that role and asked for that story a lot.
But the Fairy Tale Character who offended me to the marrow of my little girl bones and the one character I truly learned to hate was Beauty- from Beauty and the Beast.
More then halfway through the story I did whatever it is kids do during story time to be disruptive and my Grandma tossed the book into my toy box and that was the end of that.
Or so I thought.
So why did I get so upset?
Here.
Let me count the ways.
First of all her Dad ditches her in the woods and she spends all of her time wishing he would come back-had that been my Dad there would have been serious Hell to pay if he had ever shown his face around me again…
but I digress.
The only person who is nice to Beauty is an Ugly Man who almost dies when Beauty’s kid ditching Dad shows up and takes her back.
Now that part made me cry and it was awhile before I agreed to hear the end of the story which my Grandma was glad to tell me because I had taken to drawing pictures of Beauty being visited by ” Burkes Hare ” and I was hanging them up all over the walls in my bedroom.
Well.
I was mad, but a sport so I learned that Beauty goes back to the castle the Beast and everything around the castle comes back to life and…
Beast turns into a handsome Prince “and they lived Happily Ever After” my relieved Grandmother sang out as she finished the story.
I remember telling my Grandma ” If she had eaten a poisoned apple that would have been a very happy ending.”
” You really think so, don’t you. “
It really wasn’t a question.
I didn’t say anything but I remember my Grandmother looked at me with those wicked green eyes of hers and winked at me. I remember she said something about not winning them all…
and I was never treated to another Fairy Tale by anybody in my family again.
….And we all lived happily ever after that.
The End.
Unicorns and Tanks and Politicians Oh My!
The Cartoon is lame but the song is great…
it’s
JibJab
Time for Some Campaignin’
Once I Saw A Real Monster
When I was about 11 years old my class went on a field trip.
On the field trip we were supposed to collect leaves and things and put them into a scrapbook that we had spent a week during ” Art Time ” putting together…
my book looked lame, I was never good at art.
Anyway.
I was reaching for a leaf and I was leaning over a railing when I felt this push on my back and I caught myself just as I flipped over the top….had I not caught myself I would have fallen at least 40 feet down onto the rail road tracks below.
It took me a second to steady myself and then I turned around.
There were three boys standing there and two of them looked at the third and one said, ” he pushed you. “
Two of the boys looked stunned.
The boy who pushed me smiled.
He smiled.
I never told on him.
I should have.
I should have told someone I saw a monster that day.
Gee Ya Think So?
more cat pictures
Don’t Tread On Me
When you write weird stories and have a collection of shrunken heads ( and for the 50 billion-th time YES THEY ARE FAKE! ) people send you weird news stories and ask you what you think of them.
You know that look your parents had on their face the first time they had to try and explain what made boys and girls different from each other? That’s the look people have on their faces when they ask me about the severed human feet encased in running shoes that have been washing up in Vancouver BC.
Okay.
I’m macabre- it’s who I am and what I write about but I am not without empathy and I’m very aware of the fact that those feet were attached to someones son or daughter, wife or husband.
So I would never walk up to someone like ME and ask a question like that.
Because, you know- I have respect for the dead.
As to the living- well, if someone asks me about body parts washing up on a beach I know darn well they’re not looking for solace so I say,
” I think that the rabbits are sending us a message. “
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Fish wrapped up in an article of clothing of the person who has been hit, whacked, killed, was then wrapped in newspaper and delivered to the capos, signifying that the member was dead, and at the bottom of the sea. Its a Sicilian Message – He sleep with the fishes–from Godfather. |
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A Party In Your Brain
What makes good art?
I think it should make your mouth say, ” ahhh yes- ” I also believe that good art should agree with not only your eyes but your sense of smell and taste and hearing as well.
In short I think that
Good Art should bring all those things together where they can have a party in your brain.
That’s what I think makes good Art.
So I happen to think that the following is Art…It’s Sushi Art and it must be true Art because the Internet says so HERE
Besides, you wouldn’t be able to sit down at a table look at this and not enjoy it.
And if you can’t you’re a Chuckle- Head who needs to lighten up.
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Irregular Bones 