I am NOT a crescent roll! Where he gets off calling me that I don't know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was bad enough that he first called me a crumpet, and he's ALSO called me a cupcake, for which I clouted him with my backpack and he nearly fell over. But a crescent roll? What the heck! It makes even less sense than any of his other pastry nicknames!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Idiot baker geek!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But he did say that the skirt looked uber cute. That was nice.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Petticoats
They don't make petticoats this size. And even though the edges are not supposed to be seen, they are usually lacy and it won't do to simply cut them short. But all the patterns I've seen for making them yourself are for ridiculous frilly flouncy ones for square dancing.
Do I look white cowgirl to you???!?!?
Real petticoats are for under skirts, so they fall nicely. And so your thighs don't freeze.
I examined halfslips at the stores, and modified one. It seems to work, but the waist crinkles a bit. I'll have to re-cut it so it fits better.
But it's the right length, and that's most important. I re-banded it at the waist after undoing, and also redid the seams with second stitching.
Shouldn't be cold anymore.
But I wish vanity fair made them extra small. Professionally made just looks better.
Do I look white cowgirl to you???!?!?
Real petticoats are for under skirts, so they fall nicely. And so your thighs don't freeze.
I examined halfslips at the stores, and modified one. It seems to work, but the waist crinkles a bit. I'll have to re-cut it so it fits better.
But it's the right length, and that's most important. I re-banded it at the waist after undoing, and also redid the seams with second stitching.
Shouldn't be cold anymore.
But I wish vanity fair made them extra small. Professionally made just looks better.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Lowell High School
This definition just had to have been written by a fan:
Lowell High School: A Nazi high school in San Francisco full of Asians. Mostly Chinese who cry when they get the first F of their life on a math test that they should be taking in college. Hated by every other school in San Francisco because it owns every other school in sports. Has about 4 black people per grade, at least 2 of them half something else. If you go to Lowell High School, you don't go a day without hearing "I can't I gotta study for my Chinese test!"
Yet even through all the torture and pain of getting a B to get into Berkley they say you have a better chance to get into a school like that. Also if you can not solve a Rubiks Cube under 5 minutes you should not being going to Lowell HS.
If you go to LHS, you have urges to:
1. Correct misspelled words in the bathroom stalls.
2. Sit in your room on the computer for about half the day to all day.
3. Do what you are doing right now
4. Have Yellow Fever
5. Know Mr. Axt is older then the school itself.
Non-Lowell kid: "Dude you going to that awesome party tonight? "
Lowell High School kid: 'No I got to study for my Chinese test tomorrow.'
Non-Lowell kid: "But you had one three times this week!"
Lowell High School Kid: 'I know, I got lucky this week!'
From this website:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=lowell+high+school
Cool! Like, totally! OMG! Spoon!
And by the way - yes, straight As in math.
Neener neener neener.
Lowell High School: A Nazi high school in San Francisco full of Asians. Mostly Chinese who cry when they get the first F of their life on a math test that they should be taking in college. Hated by every other school in San Francisco because it owns every other school in sports. Has about 4 black people per grade, at least 2 of them half something else. If you go to Lowell High School, you don't go a day without hearing "I can't I gotta study for my Chinese test!"
Yet even through all the torture and pain of getting a B to get into Berkley they say you have a better chance to get into a school like that. Also if you can not solve a Rubiks Cube under 5 minutes you should not being going to Lowell HS.
If you go to LHS, you have urges to:
1. Correct misspelled words in the bathroom stalls.
2. Sit in your room on the computer for about half the day to all day.
3. Do what you are doing right now
4. Have Yellow Fever
5. Know Mr. Axt is older then the school itself.
Non-Lowell kid: "Dude you going to that awesome party tonight? "
Lowell High School kid: 'No I got to study for my Chinese test tomorrow.'
Non-Lowell kid: "But you had one three times this week!"
Lowell High School Kid: 'I know, I got lucky this week!'
From this website:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=lowell+high+school
Cool! Like, totally! OMG! Spoon!
And by the way - yes, straight As in math.
Neener neener neener.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Copper reds, tenmoku and oil spot glazes
Potteries and porcelains in these glazes can be stunning, and deliciously vulgar. At least, I think so. I really like them.
Copper reds:
Three glazes are produced with oxides in thick glaze mixtures. What else they have in common is that the kiln should be dedicated only to that glaze for that firing. This is because firing is unique to the effect: reducing the kiln early in the firing makes beautiful copper reds, and having only copper oxide glazes in the kiln at that time will have a deeper red than mixed firing because the copper atoms will "fertilize" the other pots.
Whatever the recipe, all copper glazes have feldspar, silica, copper carbonate, tin oxide, and iron oxide.
Tenmoku:
Tenmoku is a dark glaze with subtle spotting that has disipated slightly. It contains feldspar , limestone , and iron oxide. The name tenmoku comes from 天目 (Tien Mok, Tian Mu) which means 'heaven eye'. The Japanese use it a lot in teabowls. The darkness of the glaze depends on the cooling of the kiln.They can be very different - long firing and an iron-rich clay, as well as a firing-down of the kiln, will keep the glaze molten longer, and let the iron crystalize finely in the surface of the glaze.
Oil spot:
Oil spot glazes are stiff glazes containing red iron oxide and magnesium oxide. The glaze is applied thickly and fired in an oxidation atmosphere. Oxidation is essential to create the oil spots.The red iron oxide molecule will release an oxygen atom at around 2250° F (1232° C) and become black iron oxide. The oxygen heads to the surface of the glaze, pulling a trace of iron along. The oxygen leaves, the iron remains on the surface, creating the oil spot effect. Oil-spot glaze contains a high amount of feldspar, often over 50%. There is also magnesium oxide (dolomite or talc), and from 6.0 to 8.5% red iron oxide.
The thicker the glaze mixture is applied to the pot, the larger the resulting spots. If the glaze is to be applied really heavily, more feldspar is needed to stiffen it, so that it doesn't run too much and fuse the pot to the kiln shelf. But that is usually not a problem. If the firing is very hot, the glaze may run enough to pull the oil spots into the hare's fur effect so prized by Sung dynasty potters.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Oxidation firing: If there is more than enough oxygen present to burn the fuel completely, especially during the last stage of temperature increase, then the firing is an oxidation firing. The metals in the glaze mixtures will convert to fully oxidized, the colors will be more uniform. This is best done with an electric kiln, to avoid the fuel drinking up the oxygen. And by having fresh air coming into the kiln.
Copper reds:
Three glazes are produced with oxides in thick glaze mixtures. What else they have in common is that the kiln should be dedicated only to that glaze for that firing. This is because firing is unique to the effect: reducing the kiln early in the firing makes beautiful copper reds, and having only copper oxide glazes in the kiln at that time will have a deeper red than mixed firing because the copper atoms will "fertilize" the other pots.
Whatever the recipe, all copper glazes have feldspar, silica, copper carbonate, tin oxide, and iron oxide.
Tenmoku:
Tenmoku is a dark glaze with subtle spotting that has disipated slightly. It contains feldspar , limestone , and iron oxide. The name tenmoku comes from 天目 (Tien Mok, Tian Mu) which means 'heaven eye'. The Japanese use it a lot in teabowls. The darkness of the glaze depends on the cooling of the kiln.They can be very different - long firing and an iron-rich clay, as well as a firing-down of the kiln, will keep the glaze molten longer, and let the iron crystalize finely in the surface of the glaze.
Oil spot:
Oil spot glazes are stiff glazes containing red iron oxide and magnesium oxide. The glaze is applied thickly and fired in an oxidation atmosphere. Oxidation is essential to create the oil spots.The red iron oxide molecule will release an oxygen atom at around 2250° F (1232° C) and become black iron oxide. The oxygen heads to the surface of the glaze, pulling a trace of iron along. The oxygen leaves, the iron remains on the surface, creating the oil spot effect. Oil-spot glaze contains a high amount of feldspar, often over 50%. There is also magnesium oxide (dolomite or talc), and from 6.0 to 8.5% red iron oxide.
The thicker the glaze mixture is applied to the pot, the larger the resulting spots. If the glaze is to be applied really heavily, more feldspar is needed to stiffen it, so that it doesn't run too much and fuse the pot to the kiln shelf. But that is usually not a problem. If the firing is very hot, the glaze may run enough to pull the oil spots into the hare's fur effect so prized by Sung dynasty potters.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Oxidation firing: If there is more than enough oxygen present to burn the fuel completely, especially during the last stage of temperature increase, then the firing is an oxidation firing. The metals in the glaze mixtures will convert to fully oxidized, the colors will be more uniform. This is best done with an electric kiln, to avoid the fuel drinking up the oxygen. And by having fresh air coming into the kiln.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Celadon
I really like celadons and oil-drop glazes. They can be so beautiful!
The term celadon (青磁) either refers to a character in a French play, or is a malformation of the name Saladin (Salah ed-Din Yusuf ibn Ayoob, 1138 - 1193).
Either possibility is likely, especially the second - porcelain came to Europe via the Silk Road.
The hue of the glaze ranges from greenish and blueish through yellowish and whiteish, usually paleish greens and yellowish greens. All kinds of ish, in fact (just kidding!).
What cause that color is the iron oxide, the reduction firing makes it crackly. The porcelain was made at the Long Guan kilns (Longguan: 龍泉) in Chitkong province (Zhejiang: 浙江), which is south of Shanghai. It was also made at King Tak Chan (Jingdezhen: 景徳鎮), as well as imitated in Korea and Japan. It is still made in all those places.
The best type I think is the kind that has a jade-like glaze with lots of crackle and looks between cold middle tone coppery green and a warm dirty yellow - the glaze pools in the deep incisions and depressions like gelled water or old glass, the crackles reflect light in sharp thin lines.
The glaze really glows, especially in slanting light, like before the sun goes down. Usually it is old, and not at all affordable.
It is not the kind that is very easily found, however. You sometimes see it in Japantown, far less often anywhere in Chinatown, except for antique stores.
The Korean stuff is technically perfect, and hence extremely uninteresting.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Reduction firing: If there is less oxygen in the kiln than needed to fully burn the fuel used to fire the kiln, especially during the last stage of temperature increase, the metals in the glaze will not fully convert to an oxidized state. It is more likely in fuel-burning kilns than in electric. The variations in the glaze are more subtle and interesting.
The term celadon (青磁) either refers to a character in a French play, or is a malformation of the name Saladin (Salah ed-Din Yusuf ibn Ayoob, 1138 - 1193).
Either possibility is likely, especially the second - porcelain came to Europe via the Silk Road.
The hue of the glaze ranges from greenish and blueish through yellowish and whiteish, usually paleish greens and yellowish greens. All kinds of ish, in fact (just kidding!).
What cause that color is the iron oxide, the reduction firing makes it crackly. The porcelain was made at the Long Guan kilns (Longguan: 龍泉) in Chitkong province (Zhejiang: 浙江), which is south of Shanghai. It was also made at King Tak Chan (Jingdezhen: 景徳鎮), as well as imitated in Korea and Japan. It is still made in all those places.
The best type I think is the kind that has a jade-like glaze with lots of crackle and looks between cold middle tone coppery green and a warm dirty yellow - the glaze pools in the deep incisions and depressions like gelled water or old glass, the crackles reflect light in sharp thin lines.
The glaze really glows, especially in slanting light, like before the sun goes down. Usually it is old, and not at all affordable.
It is not the kind that is very easily found, however. You sometimes see it in Japantown, far less often anywhere in Chinatown, except for antique stores.
The Korean stuff is technically perfect, and hence extremely uninteresting.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Reduction firing: If there is less oxygen in the kiln than needed to fully burn the fuel used to fire the kiln, especially during the last stage of temperature increase, the metals in the glaze will not fully convert to an oxidized state. It is more likely in fuel-burning kilns than in electric. The variations in the glaze are more subtle and interesting.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Mustard yellow porcelain
The place on Powell Street has nice museum-quality mustard yellow procelains which are really lovely. I most especially like the thin-walled rice bowls with the flared lip, I could really imagine eating from them. But are they safe? It isn't very likely.......
Mustard yellow ware
Here's a good picture of a nice "recent" antique vase:
http://www.goantiques.com/detail,mustard-yellow-satsuma,318961.html
This vase isn't really a mustard yellow, more like a lemony yellow:
http://www.addisoncollection.net/ci4684.html
This is a very beautiful shallow bowl:
http://www.askasia.org/teachers/images/image.php?no=641&era=06&grade=&geo=
The enamel is lead-antimonate.
All ceramic glaze colors are oxides of metals. Lead enamel has three parts lead oxide and one part powdered quartz with a small quantity of metallic oxide. These are mixed with water and binders, then brushed onto the already fired pot.
They turn glassy when heated up to 700 to 800 centigrades in a muffle kiln (a kiln with a clean oxidizing atmosphere - the heat is directed by conduction or convection so as to prevent the fuel or the flames from contacting the objects).
So, seeing as the temperature for the overglaze is stoneware instead of porcelain hot, the glaze may leach material into foods or liquids contained within. I don't think there are any deep mustard yellows that are high temperature overglaze. Oh how I wish there were!
Mustard yellow ware
Here's a good picture of a nice "recent" antique vase:
http://www.goantiques.com/detail,mustard-yellow-satsuma,318961.html
This vase isn't really a mustard yellow, more like a lemony yellow:
http://www.addisoncollection.net/ci4684.html
This is a very beautiful shallow bowl:
http://www.askasia.org/teachers/images/image.php?no=641&era=06&grade=&geo=
The enamel is lead-antimonate.
All ceramic glaze colors are oxides of metals. Lead enamel has three parts lead oxide and one part powdered quartz with a small quantity of metallic oxide. These are mixed with water and binders, then brushed onto the already fired pot.
They turn glassy when heated up to 700 to 800 centigrades in a muffle kiln (a kiln with a clean oxidizing atmosphere - the heat is directed by conduction or convection so as to prevent the fuel or the flames from contacting the objects).
So, seeing as the temperature for the overglaze is stoneware instead of porcelain hot, the glaze may leach material into foods or liquids contained within. I don't think there are any deep mustard yellows that are high temperature overglaze. Oh how I wish there were!
Friday, March 6, 2009
Worst creeps in the world!!!!
That would be an outfit calling themselves Women in Black. Cockroaches!!!!
I can't believe that one of those women ogled me! Scoped me out from top to bottom. Gross!!!!! I feel polluted. That frizzy haired monster even gave me the eye!
I mean, it's NOT that I object to the inclination. Good heavens no! What she does out back behind the dumpster with her drunken victims, well, that doesn't concern me in the slightest.
NOT AT ALL.
And I really hope they both get to enjoy it, not just her!
But!!!!!!!!!!!! just! because I stopped to read her sign ("break the siege of Gaza") does NOT MEAN I AM INTERESTED IN HER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even if she didn't have blue roots to her nasty frizzy greasy yucky dyed black hair!
And her being the same height or nearly so doesn't matter either. She's OLD enough to be my grandma! About fifty, or even sixty. Oooh! It's just totally gross to even think about. Ick!!!!!!!
Double screaming horrified ICK ICK ICK!!!!!!
Auntie, there's a WORLD of difference between a friendly glance and a hamsahp leer! And entirely aside from me puking my guts out afterwards, you would go to jail. Keep your frikkin' randy eyeballs on a leash next time!!!!!! You're worse than a man!!!!!
I just spent twenty minutes in the shower!!!!
Twenty FRIKKEN' MINUTES!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had stopped at Montgomery and Market to see if I could figure out if Atboth was there counterprotesting, I suspect he does stuff like that.
But I was SO NAUSEATED by Women in Black that I got distracted. Sorry. It won't happen again. Next time I'll wear sunglasses so the troll-haired potato won't be able to catch my eye. Yuck! One more minute and she probably would've tried to TALK to me!! GROSSSSSS!!! Ab. So. LUTE. ly HORRID!
Looking at me like I was a juicy porkchop.
Ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think I'm gonna spew my lunch now!
And by the way, you women are just wrong. It's people like you that spread hatred and intolerance. You enable bigotry. You just radiate blinkered diseased idiot ignorant ugly stupidity. You are responsible for ninety nine percent of the bad karma in an area ten miles square.
Really, you suck.
I can't believe that one of those women ogled me! Scoped me out from top to bottom. Gross!!!!! I feel polluted. That frizzy haired monster even gave me the eye!
I mean, it's NOT that I object to the inclination. Good heavens no! What she does out back behind the dumpster with her drunken victims, well, that doesn't concern me in the slightest.
NOT AT ALL.
And I really hope they both get to enjoy it, not just her!
But!!!!!!!!!!!! just! because I stopped to read her sign ("break the siege of Gaza") does NOT MEAN I AM INTERESTED IN HER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even if she didn't have blue roots to her nasty frizzy greasy yucky dyed black hair!
And her being the same height or nearly so doesn't matter either. She's OLD enough to be my grandma! About fifty, or even sixty. Oooh! It's just totally gross to even think about. Ick!!!!!!!
Double screaming horrified ICK ICK ICK!!!!!!
Auntie, there's a WORLD of difference between a friendly glance and a hamsahp leer! And entirely aside from me puking my guts out afterwards, you would go to jail. Keep your frikkin' randy eyeballs on a leash next time!!!!!! You're worse than a man!!!!!
I just spent twenty minutes in the shower!!!!
Twenty FRIKKEN' MINUTES!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had stopped at Montgomery and Market to see if I could figure out if Atboth was there counterprotesting, I suspect he does stuff like that.
But I was SO NAUSEATED by Women in Black that I got distracted. Sorry. It won't happen again. Next time I'll wear sunglasses so the troll-haired potato won't be able to catch my eye. Yuck! One more minute and she probably would've tried to TALK to me!! GROSSSSSS!!! Ab. So. LUTE. ly HORRID!
Looking at me like I was a juicy porkchop.
Ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick ick !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think I'm gonna spew my lunch now!
And by the way, you women are just wrong. It's people like you that spread hatred and intolerance. You enable bigotry. You just radiate blinkered diseased idiot ignorant ugly stupidity. You are responsible for ninety nine percent of the bad karma in an area ten miles square.
Really, you suck.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Today is link to Jack day
Today is link to Jack day. I do not know who Jack is. And I suspect that Grant Patel and Atboth don't really know either. But they have both linked to him.
So I will too!
Third annual link to Jack day:
http://wwwjackbenimble.blogspot.com/2009/03/third-annual-link-to-jack-day.html
Jack has a nice blue blog, which is here:
http://wwwjackbenimble.blogspot.com/
Random thoughts - do they have meaning?
I sure hope so! I randomly think ALL THE TIME!!!!!!!!!!
Jack is from Los Angeles. Do not hold that against him. His blog is very Californian anyway.
PS. This post is mostly blank space. Sorry. It's a metaphor.
So I will too!
Third annual link to Jack day:
http://wwwjackbenimble.blogspot.com/2009/03/third-annual-link-to-jack-day.html
Jack has a nice blue blog, which is here:
http://wwwjackbenimble.blogspot.com/
Random thoughts - do they have meaning?
I sure hope so! I randomly think ALL THE TIME!!!!!!!!!!
Jack is from Los Angeles. Do not hold that against him. His blog is very Californian anyway.
PS. This post is mostly blank space. Sorry. It's a metaphor.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Pajamas
Pajamas should be either fuzzy cotton or silk. If they are silk, they can be plain with just a bit of piping. If cotton, happy patterns. In both cases it is far far better to have them too large than too small.
Red silk pajamas, of course, are something only a slutty little blonde child from the south would wear. Her mommah probably bought it for her at a tourist shop on Grant Avenue.
"Ah want rayed silk puh-jahm-uzz. Raid silkkk. Pahhh-jomm-ahhs." The n in 'want' is an extra syllable. Who dah thunkit.
Drawled in the most trashy tone imaginable. I can just about see the little girl showing them off to her 'unmarried' uncle Bubbah. Or having a slumber party with her cousins Travis, Boone, and Maysie-Belle. Hot humid weather, pickup on cinder blocks, and skeeters. Oh yes, big daddy!
Save us.
I must go there someday to see if they really act like the people in Faulkner and Tennessee Williams. I bet they do.
On the other hand, white soft cotton with little green twigs and scarlet birds are a very happy pattern. Just about perfect for a nice teenager. This is not a suggestion, as I already have them. And I love them. Comfy lah!!!!!!
Red silk pajamas, of course, are something only a slutty little blonde child from the south would wear. Her mommah probably bought it for her at a tourist shop on Grant Avenue.
"Ah want rayed silk puh-jahm-uzz. Raid silkkk. Pahhh-jomm-ahhs." The n in 'want' is an extra syllable. Who dah thunkit.
Drawled in the most trashy tone imaginable. I can just about see the little girl showing them off to her 'unmarried' uncle Bubbah. Or having a slumber party with her cousins Travis, Boone, and Maysie-Belle. Hot humid weather, pickup on cinder blocks, and skeeters. Oh yes, big daddy!
Save us.
I must go there someday to see if they really act like the people in Faulkner and Tennessee Williams. I bet they do.
On the other hand, white soft cotton with little green twigs and scarlet birds are a very happy pattern. Just about perfect for a nice teenager. This is not a suggestion, as I already have them. And I love them. Comfy lah!!!!!!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Patel plague!
The infamous and depraved Grant patel posts another masterpiece of degenerate hyperbole!
This time, it appears that my knickers are not the butt of his berserkety, as can be seen here:
http://grantpatel.blogspot.com/2009/02/twisting-your-arab-knickers-oh-yes.html
It's about Arab women and their undies. His twisted interests know no bounds, he wishes to "eye-ball" them.
It is probably the most Grantpatelish thing he has done to-date.
He writes "I am expert at while undressing you in my mental eye still leaving the last several or two skintight silken object on the hypothesized naked surfaces of your forms to protect your several maidenly modesties. I do this all the time. On the street, in the office, at the mall, while sipping my tea in various gandu coffee-shops. I am doing it now while talking to you."
EeeeeWWWWWW!!!!!
Well, that's just gross. He's an amazingly nasty piece of work. I've read about his type, but never thought that there would be one so close by. At least, I never though about such people being close by. I'm feeling nauseated at this point. He probably has beer breath, and a hairy torso. That's just sick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just in case, I'm staying out of all coffee shops. If there are any more like him, no wonder we're in trouble. Do not marry a lawyer.
This time, it appears that my knickers are not the butt of his berserkety, as can be seen here:
http://grantpatel.blogspot.com/2009/02/twisting-your-arab-knickers-oh-yes.html
It's about Arab women and their undies. His twisted interests know no bounds, he wishes to "eye-ball" them.
It is probably the most Grantpatelish thing he has done to-date.
He writes "I am expert at while undressing you in my mental eye still leaving the last several or two skintight silken object on the hypothesized naked surfaces of your forms to protect your several maidenly modesties. I do this all the time. On the street, in the office, at the mall, while sipping my tea in various gandu coffee-shops. I am doing it now while talking to you."
EeeeeWWWWWW!!!!!
Well, that's just gross. He's an amazingly nasty piece of work. I've read about his type, but never thought that there would be one so close by. At least, I never though about such people being close by. I'm feeling nauseated at this point. He probably has beer breath, and a hairy torso. That's just sick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just in case, I'm staying out of all coffee shops. If there are any more like him, no wonder we're in trouble. Do not marry a lawyer.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
An unbearable darkness of being
So just for the heck of it I was reading one of Steg's posts and trying to understand it. And because he talks Bible, that is not as easy as you would think. There's a lot of Hebrew in the English. Perhaps the easier part to understand is the use of metaphor.
However. He mentions darkness in different contexts. The darkness before there was light, the darkness of the mind that is fear ("fear and great Darkness fell upon our first patriarch" - Josef?), darkeness of pestilence and plagues ("swarms of locusts like voracious clouds blocked out the sky"), and finally the plague that descends on Egypt when the king doesn't let the children of Israel leave.
"God instructed משה to stretch his hand out towards the heavens, and Darkness would descend on Egypt."
Here: http://boroparkpyro.blogspot.com/2009/01/darkness-on-sunny-day-bo-shuldrasha.html
And that got me thinking: do men and women see dark differently?
A few days ago there was a powerfailure on Larkin Street from before Clay to past Jackson. It was pitch black, and the only way to go forward was to head towards the distant light, ignoring the thick thick blackness on either side of one's face. I crossed the street to avoid going past the church, as the lord only knows what nastiness and badness beds down in the doorway and the parking lot - I've seen spent needles on the sidewalk in front, and there are empty liquor bottles. Anything could happen at that church, it's scary.
Then I turned back and instead ran down to Polk Street. I didn't feel comfortable at all. I heard male voices in the dark, but I couldn't see anybody. It was very frightening. But I don't think most men would've been afraid, they aren't like that. Probably would've marched straight ahead while hollering 'howdy'.
"The Egyptians groped blindly in the darkness while the Israelites could see clearly."
That already tells you who the men of the tale are.
The Israelites are acting bold, the Egyptians are unsure and insecure. The Egyptians are not the "men" in this narrative.
The Egyptians had good reason to be frightened: "Darkness. Smothering, physical darkness. Personal blindness. Hallucinations.". These are not comforting things.
Steg goes on to describe Pharaoh's fear of what the departure of the Hebrews will mean. Even though Pharaoh can't see his hand in front of his face, the land without the slaves, or the correct thing to do (and it seems clear that the darkness is a metaphor for mental limitations too), he is even more blind to what his country will be like when the Hebrews go - he just cannot even imagine what will happen. The Hebrews are a familiar quantity, and, I think, precisely because of the darkness, because of his 'blindness', he refuses to 'see' any other scenarios.
So the Hebrews have to stay - "while everything was dark for the Egyptians, בני ישראל had light".
That is a clever way of saying that light, enlightenment, and the ability to see forward coincided in this instance with the children of Israel. Self-serving, and probably an interpretational difference, and not really how the Egyptians themselves would put it (but they aren't telling the story - the Hebrews are). A delicious twist.
When it was dark on Larkin Street, it felt safer to retreat and go out of my way, instead of going forward. Better that which is known and recognized, than the uncertainty and unsafety that cannot be seen.
The straight path may be the most frightening, not because of what is before you, but precisely because of what you cannot see.
However. He mentions darkness in different contexts. The darkness before there was light, the darkness of the mind that is fear ("fear and great Darkness fell upon our first patriarch" - Josef?), darkeness of pestilence and plagues ("swarms of locusts like voracious clouds blocked out the sky"), and finally the plague that descends on Egypt when the king doesn't let the children of Israel leave.
"God instructed משה to stretch his hand out towards the heavens, and Darkness would descend on Egypt."
Here: http://boroparkpyro.blogspot.com/2009/01/darkness-on-sunny-day-bo-shuldrasha.html
And that got me thinking: do men and women see dark differently?
A few days ago there was a powerfailure on Larkin Street from before Clay to past Jackson. It was pitch black, and the only way to go forward was to head towards the distant light, ignoring the thick thick blackness on either side of one's face. I crossed the street to avoid going past the church, as the lord only knows what nastiness and badness beds down in the doorway and the parking lot - I've seen spent needles on the sidewalk in front, and there are empty liquor bottles. Anything could happen at that church, it's scary.
Then I turned back and instead ran down to Polk Street. I didn't feel comfortable at all. I heard male voices in the dark, but I couldn't see anybody. It was very frightening. But I don't think most men would've been afraid, they aren't like that. Probably would've marched straight ahead while hollering 'howdy'.
"The Egyptians groped blindly in the darkness while the Israelites could see clearly."
That already tells you who the men of the tale are.
The Israelites are acting bold, the Egyptians are unsure and insecure. The Egyptians are not the "men" in this narrative.
The Egyptians had good reason to be frightened: "Darkness. Smothering, physical darkness. Personal blindness. Hallucinations.". These are not comforting things.
Steg goes on to describe Pharaoh's fear of what the departure of the Hebrews will mean. Even though Pharaoh can't see his hand in front of his face, the land without the slaves, or the correct thing to do (and it seems clear that the darkness is a metaphor for mental limitations too), he is even more blind to what his country will be like when the Hebrews go - he just cannot even imagine what will happen. The Hebrews are a familiar quantity, and, I think, precisely because of the darkness, because of his 'blindness', he refuses to 'see' any other scenarios.
So the Hebrews have to stay - "while everything was dark for the Egyptians, בני ישראל had light".
That is a clever way of saying that light, enlightenment, and the ability to see forward coincided in this instance with the children of Israel. Self-serving, and probably an interpretational difference, and not really how the Egyptians themselves would put it (but they aren't telling the story - the Hebrews are). A delicious twist.
When it was dark on Larkin Street, it felt safer to retreat and go out of my way, instead of going forward. Better that which is known and recognized, than the uncertainty and unsafety that cannot be seen.
The straight path may be the most frightening, not because of what is before you, but precisely because of what you cannot see.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The intemperate and perverse Patel
So Grant Patel is insanely jealous that I got something lacy, sputtering ragefully that he should be the one to lead me down the primrose path, that being something that he knows more about than anybody. Possibly because he's a lawyer. And despite the fact that he's older than Christ. Being at least in his forties. Possibly even more antique.
On his blog he blusters at length his ire and anger, his resentment and despair. That I got lace and not from him. Oh woe. He is distraught.
And perturbed. Not to say angry. Dirty old man.
Number one: I am not anywhere on the primrose path, nor am I heading there.
Number two: I'm four and half feet tall and barely sixteen, you freak!!!!!!!!!!!
And, as far as that is concerned, I shall leave you in the dark, mr. Patel, as to what kind of garment it was. Was it something with leg holes, or perhaps with cups? Clasps? Tight? Or loose and flowing? Straps? Panels? Cinches? Does it show off? Or obscure? Over? Or under? Does it support, expose, disguise?
Buwahahhaahahhaaahah!
You will never know. You will never see it. Your eyes shall not embrace this vision. Your emotional unbalance over MY lacy garment is out of bounds, off kilter, and has no place, you perverted whacko. Even if you hang around the school gate asking every likely young thing about their lacies, you will not find out. Ever. I can promise you that. Tempermental deviant.
It just is not within your realm of possibilities.
But you might get arrested. And that would serve you right.
You poor sweet insane baby.
I shan't bail you out.
Bthththlllllvvppt!!!!!
On his blog he blusters at length his ire and anger, his resentment and despair. That I got lace and not from him. Oh woe. He is distraught.
And perturbed. Not to say angry. Dirty old man.
Number one: I am not anywhere on the primrose path, nor am I heading there.
Number two: I'm four and half feet tall and barely sixteen, you freak!!!!!!!!!!!
And, as far as that is concerned, I shall leave you in the dark, mr. Patel, as to what kind of garment it was. Was it something with leg holes, or perhaps with cups? Clasps? Tight? Or loose and flowing? Straps? Panels? Cinches? Does it show off? Or obscure? Over? Or under? Does it support, expose, disguise?
Buwahahhaahahhaaahah!
You will never know. You will never see it. Your eyes shall not embrace this vision. Your emotional unbalance over MY lacy garment is out of bounds, off kilter, and has no place, you perverted whacko. Even if you hang around the school gate asking every likely young thing about their lacies, you will not find out. Ever. I can promise you that. Tempermental deviant.
It just is not within your realm of possibilities.
But you might get arrested. And that would serve you right.
You poor sweet insane baby.
I shan't bail you out.
Bthththlllllvvppt!!!!!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)