Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Nails From Long Ago

I haven't had polish on my nails for over a month. My right index fingernail has broken twice, and my cuticles look horrible. So, I will take you back in time a bit.

LA Girl Metal Antique Gold with a Nicole by OPI Brilliant Idea gradient accent

I topped that combo (somewhat haphazardly) with OPI Turquoise Shatter and a full coat of Brilliant Idea on all nails.

Daily Felid

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Not Monday Muppets

It seemed fitting to allow Jim Henson (with the assistance of Frank Oz) to sing Happy Birthday on his own birthday.

I have been watching a lot of Star Trek lately, which is probably why I'm reminded of the following speech in remembering Jim Henson.
Image of Death is that state in which one exists only in memory

And that leads me to the final stop on this fragmented AV assisted train of thought.

I really wish I could pull my thoughts together a bit more eloquently, but it is difficult to articulate the respect I have for a man I never knew, and harder still for me to  explain why I mourn his loss still today.   I don't worship or idolize him, but genuinely respect him as a fully flawed person capable, with an amazing group of people, to change the world. The changes that really matter, the ones that have a lasting impact, are the small changes made by caring people, for they grow with us. He changed the world with puppets... what will you use?

Things of Which I Should Be Ashamed

The best picture I have of myself is on my driver's license.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Overheard at Fail House

Eli - "You know that frog that's been showing up on the back doors? I'm calling him Ned. I wonder if he's out there now."

*wanders off to look*

"Hey, there he is... and there he is again; there are two of them!"

Eli's Mom- "Well, two Neds are better than one."

Monday, September 19, 2011

Things of Which I Should Be Ashamed

I don't understand Tumblr or Twitter. This isn't an issue of not understanding why people would utilize such things, but a genuine stupidity as to the functioning of the things. I stare inquisitively, but have never mustered enough interest to try to figure them out. I understand what they are meant to be, but there just seems to be too much going on in a way that I can't decipher what is trying to be communicated to me. At 25 years old, I think I am meant to understand these things intuitively. Instead, I take a disturbing pride in my obliviousness.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Things of Which I Should Be Ashamed

Things I don't quite find shameful, though I know I probably should.

I go through a lot of dishes for a lone person. The five cats are fed about three times a day, plus there are bowls for dry food and water that need to be washed often because they are disgusting (both the cats and the bowls), all of which adds up to a lot of dishes. Plus, I do occasionally eat, and sometimes I even cook. I usually have to run the dishwasher every day, or at least every-other day.

I unload the dishwasher (a cabinet that also cleans!) about once a week. I pull things out as needed, and when I need cat dishes, or am out of spoons, I add dirty dishes to the clean dishes that were left behind. Things that aren't used often sometimes get to go on three full rides through the water-park before I muster the energy to carry them a few feet to their homes. While this certainly doesn't conserve energy in a fossil fuel burning sense, it most certainly conserves my energy, a far more limited resource.

Overheard at Fail House

A new series documenting things said (usually by me, as the cats aren't good with English) within the walls of my little house. 

"Why are you sitting in pee?" 

Monday, September 12, 2011

Passion and Compassion

Cross-posted here

I'm not a person who feels moderately about things. My opinions and loyalties tend to be rather adamantly on one side, or of unswayed, absolute indifference. That said, it has been a while since something has caused me to feel intense abhorrence and more than a little ill. I am non-violent, and a supporter of human rights for all, but violations of those principals will be a life-long battle, and are on a plane different from my other objections and feelings of injustice. I wouldn't want you to think me completely unfeeling, though I'm not entirely sure why.

The issue that has me fuming is the fate of the Barnes Foundation Gallery. I'm sure this is something of which well-cultured individuals are acutely aware, but I do not travel in such circles, which caused this to come as a shock to me. The appalling account of government officials (Ed Rendell, for one) and charitable trusts grabbing at a priceless art collection, blatantly counter to the will and intent of the man who amassed, curated, and shared it with students, is told in the documentary The Art of the Steal. Now, I'm sure this documentary is a bit biased toward the side of those wanting to keep things the way they always were; but I'm kind of okay with that, mostly because I know there is almost nothing that could sway me to the other side of the argument. As much as I am a liberal who loves change and progress, I am also a natural historian, moved by things that evoke the past.

Watching Rendell brag about destroying a national treasure, a landmark of art and education, is disgusting. The argument that it is for the good of the people, and will turn Philadelphia into a great city is pathetic. Even if moving the collection into the city makes Philadelphia a must see location for art lovers, it is done at the expense of justice and of art itself. Dr. Barnes had the insight and foresight to purchase these great works when galleries across the world passed them up, and scoffed at their validity as art. He, therefore, had sole rights as to the fate of these works. They do not belong to the people, they belonged to one man. Rendell talks about the need to have the works readily available to viewing by the public. At what point, in his mind, do personal possessions become fair game for public ownership? I know that it isn't so cut and dry, as there was a foundation set up, making them not really personal possessions, but violating a will, a trust, is a personal attack; a personal attack on a dead man. Perfect, he can't fight back.

I would love to see the collection, but I don't think I could force myself to walk into the new location; it would be akin to crossing a picket line. Maybe I shouldn't form opinions using such limited source material, but when I have a physical reaction to a person's defense of his or her actions, it tends to be an accurate assessment. Sometimes, first impressions are the best impressions; and even if they aren't, they are the most lasting of impressions. This film got to me first, and has shaped the way I will see this issue. I seriously doubt the ability of the people on the other side to be able to speak as passionately about the collection, the art, or of the intent of its original collector, the things which are important. Anyone who can muster any passion for speaking about increasing tourism or the standing of a city is a person not worth listening to, for their passion is really for money and power; the combination of which seldom leaves room for anything else.

I've been a bit obtuse in my description because I hope that anyone interested will watch the film, or read about the situation. I don't think there is anything that can be done to stop the move, as things are well on their way, but sometimes outrage is best directed at things the imminent. There need be little plotting, strategic management, or holding back when there is no chance of success. There is nothing to lose, as everything at stake is already gone. That lost can still be mourned, remembered, and the actions of those involved examined and extolled or condemned. From my perspective, one side is severely lacking passion and compassion, though I think they might disagree (even if they didn't really believe it). Is a mission to bring something of intrinsic value to the people a noble quest even if it is achieved in an unethical, or at the very least, unsavory, way?

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Daily Felid

More of the same, for this is the blanket that never ends, due in no small part to the furry beast cuddled inside of it. I need to get some nail polish pictures, but my hands and nails are in a rather dreadful state at the moment. I haven't had polish on in about a month. I'm either knitting, will be knitting in the near future, or my hands are so sore from knitting I couldn't possibly hold a brush. It's not pretty, but I hope the end results will be.  Note- This blanket is not the only thing on my needles right now.

Spot On

I always enjoy looking at the categories Netflix divines for me; every time I click back to my "Watch Instantly" page it's like shaking a Magic 8 Ball.
Cerebral British Television Documentaries... 
Oh, Netflix, if only everyone understood me so well. Your ability to produce only four items in that category was rather disappointing, however, and may force me to watch More Things Like Phineas and Ferb instead.