Hey followers! Sorry to pester you briefly with something that is not at all related to the things I usually blog about, but this feels like the best format to answer a question from a friend who is trying out the gluten-free thing. I have had celiac disease for upwards of four years now, so I’m trying to give some pointers. I was going to send a facebook message but wanted to be able to put links in-text (because I’m apparently a neat-freak when it comes to online writing). So…if this isn’t relevant or interesting to you, feel free not to read after the break.
A lecture explaining why using our imaginations, and providing for others to use theirs, is an obligation for all citizens
It’s a bit long, I’m afraid. But I think you may find it interesting, and, perhaps, important.
Yes. I particularly like this bit:
“We have an obligation to support libraries. To use libraries, to encourage others to use libraries, to protest the closure of libraries. If you do not value libraries then you do not value information or culture or wisdom. You are silencing the voices of the past and you are damaging the future.”
After a long day at work, reading this reminds me why my job is important for more reasons than the meager paycheck.
16 is beyond old enough for kids to start being exposed to the world. Science fiction and fantasy books were essentially banned in my house. Don't get me wrong, parents should definitely guide what kids read, but they can't cut things out entirely. Let the kids think for themselves, or by the time they're expected to they have almost no idea how.
Exactly! I’m glad my parents were pretty easygoing as far as what books we were reading (and in fairness, I went through so many it would have been hard to keep up). Having read a wide variety of things was actually very useful, because when I got older and people around me were freaking out about “bad influence” books (specifically, when The Golden Compass was made into a movie) I could make persuasive arguments about how it was more important to help kids understand the difference between fantasy and reality than to try to keep them from ever reading (or seeing) something that might conflict with their worldview.
"I haven’t actually read that book. I don’t know if it’s appropriate for your child. Take a risk for once! Expose your child!"
Caption: “Nothing upsets me more than when a parent demands to know if a book (especially a children’s chapter book) is ‘appropriate’ for their kids. Let your kids find for yourself! Or read it and decide on your own.”
There is a family who comes in to my library that this reminds me of. The 16-year-old girl gets piles of fantasy books, many of them adult fiction as opposed to teen, and apparently at home her dad has to approve them before she’s allowed to read them. I don’t know how he does that, maybe he flips through and vetoes them if there are curse words or mentions of sex? Anyway, it really bothers me. She’s practically an adult, she spends a lot of time reading, and she has pretty good taste in books (in my opinion, anyway). Let her read what she wants. (Also, do people really expect library staff to know what they consider appropriate for their children? I mean, if someone asked me if a children’s chapter book was “appropriate” for their child I would say “yes” no matter what the book was about. Whoops, sorry, your kid just read a fictional book about magic.)
On the flip side, I did have an uncomfortable exchange with a middle aged lady who wanted to know what Fifty Shades of Grey was about. Her 7-year old child (son? grandson? I don’t remember) was standing right there. Talk about awkward…I think I gave her a really vague answer.
I just applied for a Library Assistant job…which is basically $5 an hour more than I make right now, and different kinds of job tasks (as in, doing more reference things and programming things, and hopefully dealing with fewer people who want to know where the bathroom is?) However it is at the giant Main Library which is kind of overwhelming, and I feel under-qualified to work in Reference Services in a building where I don’t even know where most of the different collections are. And probably every other clerk in the system is applying for this job. But we’ll see?
Friendly reminder this show was filmed in front of a live studio audience in one take.
And that all sitcom laugh tracks are taken from this show because the laughter was so sincere.
friendly reminder that this show was fuckin awesome
And most of the people who were recorded laughing are dead now. When you hear people laughing in sitcoms today, it’s the recorded laughter of dead people.
Well that escalated quickly
Friendly reminder that the sound designers on Friends said they very sparingly used laugh tracks, and they never used laugh/aww/woo tracks where there was silence from the audience (which was there for almost every episode). In fact in lots of places they had to turn down the laughter, or edit it out and put in a quieter track, because it was overpowering the actors’ voices. But anyway in conclusion (probably) most of that show’s laughter came from people who are still alive. If you actually care about that sort of thing. Which now, oddly, I do.
Friendly reminder that many people you see acting in older movies and television are also dead now. Lucy, for instance, is buried in the cemetery across the street from my parents’ house. (Sorry, just felt like chiming in to add to the morbidity).
Donny and Johnny color studies.
Watercolor and colored pencil, 2013.
It took me a while to figure out what color scheme I wanted to use for the final painting. I have a tendency to use all of these colors a lot when painting, but I wasn’t sure what colors would work the best for this so I wanted to test them out.
Originally the final painting was going to be a watercolor too, but I decided for the size it ended up acrylic would work better. Also, it’s easier for me to loosen up with acrylic, since it’s harder to paint over mistakes with watercolor. :)
(If you haven’t seen the final painting yet, you should go check it out. You can also check out the song that inspired the painting. Thumbnail sketches coming soon.)
I was going to try to spread out my posts about this, but decided that it really helps to have heard the song if you’re going to look at my painting about the song. So here it is! There are layers of words and subtle things happening, so you might want to listen to it more than once. (And maybe go to their website and buy it and all of their other music).
"Bastardo rainy day, eh Sancho Panza?
Reflecting on the way this ape’s old armor
And they say that come summer Coney Island’s gone,
They’re putting up condos where the Wonder Wheel was,
And I wonder if anything is sacred now that poor old Johnny Cash’s house burned down.”
Not the lyrics to the whole song (and I’m only 90% sure that those are the exact right words) but they are the words that most influenced my vision for my painting.
This painting is based on a song by one of my favorite bands, Pearl and the Beard. The painting title is the same as the song title, mainly because I’ve been plotting this painting for months and it’s hard to think of it as anything other than “the Donny and Johnny painting”.
When I first started listening to Pearl and the Beard nearly three years ago, I remember being in the car driving to visit my parents when this song came on. I was focused on driving and only half-listening to the music (I hadn’t learned the words yet, but enjoyed the harmonies) when suddenly I heard the words “Sancho Panza”. After my initial “wait, what?” reaction, I played the song over again. I realized that yes, the song was actually talking about Don Quixote. And realized it was not only referencing Don Quixote, but also for some reason was talking about Coney Island and Johnny Cash’s house burning down. This was the moment (well, not counting the moment I first heard them and my jaw actually dropped) when I first realized how much I loved their music.
Anyway. Shameless fan-rant aside, I’m pretty pleased with this painting. I have some color studies and thumbnail sketches I want to post in the next few days, to try to show my thought process leading up to this painting. I might post a link to the song and attempt to put down the lyrics too, since it’s hard to find any Pearl and the Beard lyrics online.
These are great pictures, but I feel the need to correct the comment on this…the bridge itself is called the Andy Warhol Bridge, in Pittsburgh, PA. The knitted and crocheted panels on it were made by volunteers and installed for a project called Knit The Bridge. It’s a pretty exciting project (I did a partial panel) but Andy Warhol himself was not actually involved.