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February 29 (St. Tib's Day): St. Tib's Day (POEE)/Leaping Birth Day (D&D of the ECG). Tell everyone today is your birthday. Figure out how old you would be if you only had a birthday once every leap year. Act your age. Determine if you're of legal age to drive, raise children, buy a gun, gamble, leave school, get a job, drink, get married, get drafted, sign a contract, vote, run for parliament or congress, have sexual congress, have sexual congress for money, retire, or walk across the street by yourself. Realize how silly having a legal age for everything really is, and how arbitrary it is, and how it doesn't recognize the individual as an individual, and how it's all culturally-biased ageism anyway. Forget about age limits, and do whatever you want. If you're lucky, maybe you can convince them you're too young to get arrested for doing any of the above (but don't count on it).
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1245.
THE ELEPHANT.
The huge elephant has by nature what is rarely found in man; that is
Honesty, Prudence, Justice, and the Observance of Religion; inasmuch
as when the moon is new, these beasts go down to the rivers, and
there, solemnly cleansing themselves, they bathe, and so, having
saluted the planet, return to the woods. And when they are ill,
being laid down, they fling up plants towards Heaven as though they
would offer sacrifice. --They bury their tusks when they fall out
from old age.--Of these two tusks they use one to dig up roots for
food; but they save the point of the other for fighting with; when
they are taken by hunters and when worn out by fatigue, they dig up
these buried tusks and ransom themselves.
1246.
They are merciful, and know the dangers, and if one finds a man
alone and lost, he kindly puts him back in the road he has missed,
if he finds the footprints of the man before the man himself. It
dreads betrayal, so it stops and blows, pointing it out to the other
elephants who form in a troop and go warily.
These beasts always go in troops, and the oldest goes in front and
the second in age remains the last, and thus they enclose the troop.
Out of shame they pair only at night and secretly, nor do they then
rejoin the herd but first bathe in the river. The females do not
fight as with other animals; and it is so merciful that it is most
unwilling by nature ever to hurt those weaker than itself. And if it
meets in the middle of its way a flock of sheep
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it puts them aside with its trunk, so as not to trample them under
foot; and it never hurts any thing unless when provoked. When one
has fallen into a pit the others fill up the pit with branches,
earth and stones, thus raising the bottom that he may easily get
out. They greatly dread the noise of swine and fly in confusion,
doing no less harm then, with their feet, to their own kind than to
the enemy. They delight in rivers and are always wandering about
near them, though on account of their great weight they cannot swim.
They devour stones, and the trunks of trees are their favourite
food. They have a horror of rats. Flies delight in their smell and
settle on their back, and the beast scrapes its skin making its
folds even and kills them.
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When they cross rivers they send their young ones up against the
stream of the water; thus, being set towards the fall, they break
the united current of the water so that the current does not carry
them away. The dragon flings itself under the elephant's body, and
with its tail it ties its legs; with its wings and with its arms it
also clings round its ribs and cuts its throat with its teeth, and
the elephant falls upon it and the dragon is burst. Thus, in its
death it is revenged on its foe.
Leonardo da Vinci
Adoration of the Magi
1481
Charcoal and white lead over plaster priming on wood (h. 243 cm, w. 246 cm)
Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence inv. 1890, n. 1594
During the first stage Leonardo applied, on a panel made of an assembly of ten poplar planks (b), a ground consisting of layers of coarse and fine gesso bound with animal glue (c). He then developed a detailed brush drawing with lamp black and natural resin. This was covered with a thin priming of lead white, transparent enough that the drawing would remain visible during the painting phase (d). The only area that Leonardo went on to paint substantially was the sky, which is made of a mixture of lead white and a little ultramarine. He also applied occasional highlights to some of the figures and parts of the architecture (e).
A second stage came much later, when another artist added several layers of paint made of red and brown earth pigments, copper resinate and a lot of charcoal in oil with some resin (f). These monochrome layers do not follow the lines of the underdrawing, instead largely obscure it.
In summary, Leonardo’s magnificent creative moment in the Adoration is represented by the superb preparatory drawing, which can once again be admired thanks to the results of scientific studies (g, h, i).
In the preparatory drawing on paper, Leonardo first traced the architecture and a large covered structure on top of meticulously-drawn lines of perspective (j). He then went on to fill in the scene with figures and horses, sketching first in charcoal and then adding greater detail with iron gall ink (k).
Some people experience the physical sensation of touch just by watching someone else being touched, say British researchers, who suggest the ability is an extreme form of empathy.
Michael Banissy and Dr Jamie Ward of the University College London's psychology department report their findings online ahead of print publication in the journal Nature Neuroscience.
They say watching someone being touched triggers the same part of the brain as actual touch, and this connection helps explain how we understand what other people are feeling.
"It suggests there is a link between certain aspects of the tactile system and empathy," says Banissy.
People who experience a tactile sense of touch when they see another person being touched have what is called mirror-touch synaesthesia.
Humanity is continuously becoming. It is yet to evolve towards its true pure form. And we can see in our literature how we have changed from how we were in the past and how we are now in the present. Literature is a reflection of our experiences.
"And when men become free then mankind will be free.
May you be free of The Curse of Greyface.
May the Goddess put twinkles in your eyes.
May you have the knowledge of a sage,
and the wisdom of a child.
Hail Eris."
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Maar nee hoor
Jij dacht dat ik jou leiden zou naar de Elyzeese velden,
maar nee hoor,
ik voerde jou langs fjorden en klippen,
langs kloven en ravijnen.
Jij dacht dat jij mijn bevrijde prinses zou zijn
en ik jouw koene ridder op een wit paard,
maar nee hoor,
wiij waren voetvolk
wij waren een berooid stel aan de bedelstaf
dat zijn armoe en zijn nooddruft met elkaar deelde.
Jij dacht ik jou gretig zou begeren
En ik dacht dat jij mij vurig lief zou hebben.
En ja hoor.
Herman J.Claeys, Valentijnsdag 2008
You may love this movie, you may hate it, or you may simply end up wondering what's all the controversy about and why is it still banned or heavily censored in certain so-called "advanced" countries.
Not only because it's a centerpiece both of cinema styles and social perspectives in change and of its own author's career and I dare say, personal life, but also because it's one of those rare, last standing moments of sheer honesty which are representative of a bygone era, and indirectly also representative of how close-minded and hypocrite our western world has become in the past two decades, in direct contrast with what should be expected from a society which repeatedly acknowledges itself as the most "advanced" - making it all the more ironic that this simple but interesting movie IS, after all, all about the loss of innocence and youth.
FRIDAY FEBRUARY 8
DOLLEMOL
Spoormakerstraat 52 Brussels
Time: 20:00
Entrance- FREE
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De rat race ontglipt
Innerlijke rust gevonden,
In een eeuwig moment van diepste onthechting
Iets vinden dat nog nooit gevonden is,
Gebeurt elke dag
En is dus geen Kunst meer
En de kunst draait in vreemde toeren
Over de toren van het bewustzijn te loeren
Op een drafje komt parafje het heelal ondertekenen
Schopt daar een bisschop tegen de kont van een imam
En de heimelijk homofiele achterdeur waait open
Bittere tranen huil ik,
Smachtend naar jou, mijn spiegel
Samen zullen we voorgoed verzinken
Een constenmaker ben ik geweest
Waar is mijn ik
Dan in mijn verzen
En wie is mijn
Geweest?
Mijn mijn is gaan lopen
Om weer een volgend kunstwerk te dopen
In schrijnend schrei-werk
Ik loop voluit tegen de muur
Van mijn eigen trots
Om me te goddelijk te voelen
Mensgod moet losgemaakt worden
Van zijn sokkel, en zacht
Neerkomen op rotte bladeren
Om de poëzie
Te kunnen inzien van god-zijn
Mensgod wentelt zich in herfstbladeren
Mensgod vreet aan de aftandse tijd
Mensgod bevrijdt de lente in de zomerzon
Mensgod wordt nederiger met de dag
Niet langer tot Atlas gedoemd
Een nieuwe inslag
Een nieuwe impuls
De nieuwe mens is een feit
Waarom worstelt het wezen
Daar waar eenvoudig achterover
Ook kan?
Mijn handen buigen om mijn rug heen
Kruisen degens van liefde en hoop
Zie hoe ik mij verstrengel in wezenloosheid
Wie ben ik en waar ga ik heen?
Oeverloos dobber ik op de het oppervlak
Van het water mijner gemoed
Op zoek naar niks meer
Eeuwig thuisgekomen
Is het streven.
Huis-in-huis is de wereld
En zo zou het altijd blijven
In de zonderlinge poel van de totale stilstand
Voelt de chaos de orde aan de tand
Omgeeft de chaos de blinde systemen tot over de rand
Wie beitelt er nog in stilte aan de vrolijke ruimte?
Is het niet het tuimelende kind op het ritme van de wind?
We zijn verlichte geesten
Met een groot hart
Voor wat al wat leeft en beweegt
Het geheim van dit rijm?
Rijm is iets dat rolt
Dat rock ’n rollt …
Rijm is geen geheim
Rijm is goddelijk bewustzijn
De dauw dansend over een blad
De kristallijne neerslag van koning winter
We warmen ons aan het haardvuur
Contact: Bryan J. Pesta, Ph.D., b.pesta@csuohio.edu
MySpace Deletes Largest Atheist Group in the World.
Cleveland, OH.— Social networking site, MySpace.com, panders to religious intolerants by deleting atheist users, groups and content.
Early this month, MySpace again deleted the Atheist and Agnostic Group (35,000 members). This deletion, due largely to complaints from people who find atheism offensive, marks the second time MySpace has cancelled the group since November 2007.
What’s unique in this case is that the Atheist and Agnostic Group was the largest collection of organized atheists in the world. The group had its own Wikipedia entry, and in April won the Excellence in Humanist Communication Award (2007) from the Humanist Chaplaincy at Harvard University and the Secular Student Alliance.“MySpace refuses to undelete the group, although it never violated any terms of service,” said Bryan Pesta, Ph.D., the group’s moderator. “When the largest Christian group was hacked, MySpace’s Founder, Tom Anderson, personally restored the group, and promised to protect it from future deletions.”
“It is an outrage if Rupert Murdoch’s News Corporation and the world’s largest social networking site tolerate discrimination against atheists and agnostics-- and if this situation goes unresolved I’ll have little choice but to believe they do,” said Greg Epstein, humanist chaplain of Harvard University. News Corporation, Murdoch’s global media corporation which also includes Fox News, purchased MySpace in 2005.
“My personal profile was deleted as well, and despite weeks of emails to customer service, plus a petition signed by 500 group members, MySpace won’t budge. I think these actions send a clear message to the 30 million godless people in America (and to businesses whose money was spent displaying ads on our group) that we are not welcome on MySpace,” said Pesta.
For a Wikipedia article on the now defunct atheist and agnostic group, visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atheist_and_Agnostic_Group.
For links to Pesta’s defunct group and profile, visit http://www.MySpace.com/aiffb.
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But I will not complain. In the new house I am being taken very good care of. There is a woman dressing in white in my charge. Don’t ask me her name, I don’t remember. But she does talk to me very sweet, and she tickles me when she changes my clothes. The house has many corridors and turns, like memory. There are some people who come to pay me visits from time to time. I don’t know who they are, but they keep crying most of the time. They look at me and they cry, as if I was an elephant tied up to a pole. I am the elephant and they are the kids, always crying and crying. I don’t know why. I feel just fine. The woman who minds me keeps telling me they are my sons and daughters, but I don’t remember them. I don’t even know if I ever had a wife. The question is that they suffer on my behalf, and I too suffer on theirs, because I never liked seeing people in pain. There we are! I have lost the thread again. What was I talking about?
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Do Not Go Gently Into That Good NightSaturday, January 6, 2007Various medical authorities swarm in and out of here predicting I have between two days and two months to live. I think they are guessing. I remain cheerful and unimpressed. I look forward without dogmatic optimism but without dread. I love you all and I deeply implore you to keep the lasagna flying.
Please pardon my levity, I don't see how to take death seriously. It seems absurd.
RAW
(typed from his bedside at his fnord by the sea)
Labels: 11, crossings, elephant, empathy, mind, outsider, time
Thyme For Cooking, the Blog: Pork with Herbs and Shallot Confit, and SynesthesiaI needed a turquoise folder for February because, well, 'February' is turquoise, isn't it?
I mean, everyone knows that, don't they?
Just like August is orange and September is brown.
All of my files are colored (but not labeled) and I can always find what I want: by the color.
I have synesthesia.
Don't tell me you've never heard of it!?! Really? No?
I hadn't either until a few years ago. I was reading an article in 'Discover' magazine that started out by saying that Sunday was black. How ridiculous, I thought... Sunday is red. Monday is black...well, more of a charcoal...
The article was on synesthesia... and, as I discovered, I have it.
I see words that refer to time: months, days of the week, hours of the day (3:00 is pink) in color. I also see time in shapes but that's much harder to describe.
Some people see letters in color, some whole words, some numbers: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9; some all of the above.
Others can taste music.
Sensory perception is, just slightly, askew.
The thing that I found most amazing, in reading that first article about synesthesia, is that not everyone has it, and those who do, often don't know it has a name. Most people who have this 'neurological condition' view it as a gift: from minor, like mine: to something wonderfully big and marvelous; producing art or music.
It doesn't effect a large part of the population; about 1 in 23.
How is your world colored?
It has taken me some time to come to ground and ask for your help in keeping Bob's work alive, green and growing (ummm, WHO makes it green?). My name is Christina, and I am one of Bob's daughters and executor of his estate. My brother Graham, my sister Alexandra, and I have been getting used to EWOB; Earth WithOut Bob.RAW Data: Dear Friends of RAW
The website at www.rawilson.com will remain the official RAW site and online center of RAW's work. Over the next few months I hope you check back here, as we hope to get a whole lot of RAW activity generated!
The end of our Dad's life was fantastical and filled with profound love and much joy. Yes, there was also sorrow, frustration, stress, and grieving, but it was far outweighed by the lovingness. It was truly an extraordinary time. This was made possible in great part because of you, his beloved friends and fans (and boy did he love you!).
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