Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools cannot recognize.
| — | James Joyce (via thecultofgenius) |
So I’m guessing once you start dreaming about fire breathing evil dudes, trying to kill all occupants of a small village surrounding a castle, meanwhile you’re trying to save said occupants by hiding them in the castle walls and yelling at the guy who has the key to stopping it to use it already, that you have probably been reading too much The Hobbit, am I right? Yea I should probably stop reading it, but I’m more than half way through the 2nd read through. Yep I truly actually meant the 2nd time I’ve read it since I bought it…..a month ago. Can not wait till that movie comes out, if only I could have got a chance at being an elf (casting calls this weekend, not really the right build for an elf, wishing that I had perhaps started the dramatic fall in numbers on the scale a half year earlier, wishing that wishes actually did come true). Perhaps someone will film something else awesome in New Zealand and I can try then. I love that dreams are free. Although fire breathing evil dudes? What gives? What’s more I’m pretty sure he wasn’t actually a dragon, his exact physical appearance seems to elude my dream memory. Weird dreams as weird thinks I guess.
(Oh by the way, I have actually read The Hobbit before I bought it, first time I was probably about 8 years old, since then I’ve probably read it a dozen times, interspersed with Lord of the Rings and many many other books. I’m just slightly obsessed with the escape from reality that is contained in books.)
Dragon
This Christmas camping trip I took a photo of a Dragon, yes you read right and no I am not delusional. I intend to paint this dragon onto a nice piece of canvas. I will then photograph the painting on the canvas and post it. It’s a rather fierce looking dragon, or atleast from a couple of angles. Horns all over his head, teeth of every size, armour on his legs, wings that looked a bit like spiderwebs. Only thing is when he poked his head around the side of the cave and through the trees he just looked cute and curious. Without doing that he could have been mistaken for a purplish version of Smaug (if you don’t know who this is you better do some serious reading of the classics).
Oh and Hey! I’m back
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
| — | Robert Heinlein, Time Enough for Love. From Sex, Drugs, Einstein and Elves by Clifford A. Pickover, 2005. (via ingridrichter) |
Hiiii! How are you??
Oh my gosh, so busy, oh and my laptop carked it, but good, behind on my tumbling though, so behind, so when I finally dropped in to catch up on the haps I had to say hi. Working on some more important lessons, so hopefully the laptop is revived soon and I can post some stuff. How life lovely? Treating you oh so good I hope
The things that will destroy us are: politics without principle; pleasure without conscience; wealth without work; knowledge without character; business without morality; science without humanity; and worship without sacrifice.
| — | Mahatma Gandhi (via thecultofgenius) |
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Obit of the Day: Pilot, Reporter, Karate Master
In 1944, eighteen-year-old Patricia Wilson did her part for the war effort. Her part was to fly a plan for the Civil Air Defense in Philadelphia. Only 18, not only would she fly patrols around the city but also, in an act of incredible bravery or insanity, would drag target banners across the sky for antiaircraft gunners to practice.
That about sums up the time of person Ms. Wilson was. Joining the staff of the Philadelphia Inquirer after the war, she waited patiently as she moved from position to position, starting as a copy girl and eventually writing articles for the entertainment section.
When she turned 40, to go along with her flight experience and journalism career, she wanted a new challenge. So she began karate training. She became a black belt.
The best story from Ms. Wilson’s obituary, though, is this one:
[Wilson] was with some people late at night in Japan [where she was studying the martial arts] when a Japanese man told her in a rage that his brother had been killed in the war.
“Pat said she replied, ‘And my brother was killed at Pearl Harbor. We both have much to forget.’ At this the man broke down and wept, they hugged each other and the moment was saved.”
Pat had no brother…
Awesome lady.
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Obit of the Day: Pilot, Reporter, Karate Master
In 1944, eighteen-year-old Patricia Wilson did her part for the war effort. Her part was to fly a plan for the Civil Air Defense in Philadelphia. Only 18, not only would she fly patrols around the city but also, in an act of incredible bravery or insanity, would drag target banners across the sky for antiaircraft gunners to practice.
That about sums up the time of person Ms. Wilson was. Joining the staff of the Philadelphia Inquirer after the war, she waited patiently as she moved from position to position, starting as a copy girl and eventually writing articles for the entertainment section.
When she turned 40, to go along with her flight experience and journalism career, she wanted a new challenge. So she began karate training. She became a black belt.
The best story from Ms. Wilson’s obituary, though, is this one:
[Wilson] was with some people late at night in Japan [where she was studying the martial arts] when a Japanese man told her in a rage that his brother had been killed in the war.
“Pat said she replied, ‘And my brother was killed at Pearl Harbor. We both have much to forget.’ At this the man broke down and wept, they hugged each other and the moment was saved.”
Pat had no brother…
Awesome lady.
(Image courtesy of philly.com)
