Thursday 23 December 2010

In which the author has a bit of a rant, then a random image fest

Sooooooooooooo. At  last it’s the Christmas holidays. I am currently sat here with the power off in the house because our running water is refusing to heat up (thank the lord for the electric shower downstairs) and the electrician is pissing around with the power. He’s currently chatting with the landlord instead of flipping the switch to give us back electricity and the internet, seeing as the box doesn’t run without it. AH! There we are! Hurrah... oh, no, that’s just the lights back on. Oh, there’s our not-so elusive landlord.

There’s a stupid amount of snow, and it seems no-one can get home... I have one housemate who went a while back (clever her), one who’s been stuck at Heathrow since Saturday, and one who’s going to attempt the trip back today. I’m so glad I decided to stay down here for Christmas instead of going up north... hope Dad can get down!! I’m sure it’ll be fine, apparently the roads are OK...

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OK, so I typed that all on Monday and never posted it. Nope, the shower still isn’t fixed. 

 

Also, I have a tale of holiday desperation and ridiculousness. I had to serve the most ridiculous customer at work today. He bought a cushion, then asked me to wrap it in tissue paper. We don't gift wrap. It was just plain thin tissue paper. Two sheets of it. Two sheets of plain tissue paper to wrap a CUSHION. I tried so hard to hold down my "really? ...really??" look. Methinks the guy truly couldn't be bothered with wrapping this year. Plus there was a really long queue behind him, which I had to hold up whilst I tissue-papered a cushion. Seriously.

 

Thus, in the hopes of bringing you all back up from the depths of holiday depression and sadness at my continued lack of hot running water, have a slice of insanity that is some of the random pictures that I’ve been saving up for the “Random Image of the Day” section. You're welcome. Also, if I don't bother blogging again before, Merry Christmas! ^_^


seriously... wtf is going on here?!!




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Random Fact of the Day: The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called 'aglets'.

Random Image of the Day: (Yes, you still get one, I'm generous like that)
THE TABLES ARE TURNED!!!

Friday 10 December 2010

In which the author acts like a pretentious arty-farty person - PART 2

Sooooooo, in an effort to further put off doing my essay (and I woke up in such a good mood to do it too... *sigh*), I bring you 'In which the author acts like a pretentious arty-farty person - PART 2'!

William Hogarth (1697-1764)
A plate from the series 'A Harlot's Progress'
A plate from the series 'A Harlot's Progress'
Hogarth, Hogarth, Hogarth. Well, he had his morals and by God he expounded them. :P Dear old Hogarth was made famous by his engraving prints of his series of pictures of 'A Harlot's Progress', starting with the meeting of a bawd (first picture), to her shameful and degraded end, the whore's death of venereal disease (second picture) and the following merciless funeral ceremony. He insisted on showing the unglamorous side to life in London, of both the poor and the rich, when most artists strived to cover it up, and oh the level of detail he put in! I love how there's always something going on in every corner of his pictures - that's what I want in a picture really, something I can stare at for hours and still find something else to look at or think about it. Check out the rest of his pictures, because they are utterly awesome.

John Everett Millais (1829-1896)
Cinderella
Trust Me
Oh Millais. How are you so awesome? I love the expressions and body language in his paintings. They can sometimes be a little too plain, but then there are these sort of paintings. It's the small flashes of colour in 'Cinderella' that bring the beauty: her little red hat, the slight blush on her cheeks, the glow of the dying embers behind her, and the blue of the peacock feather in her hand. And the SYMBOLISM. Good God. You all know my weakness for symbolism and iconography. Oh the many and varied meanings of the peacock feather. Win. You know what I also love? Pictures that can tell a story. 'Trust Me' can have so many different meanings I hardly know where to start :D If we're looking at technical skill as well, take another look at the carpet and the folds on her dress. Wow.

John William Waterhouse (1849-1917)
Boreas
Study for a naiad
Where do I begin? Waterhouse is one of my favourite favourite artists. There are so very few of his works that I don't love - it was exceedingly difficult to pick just two for here. He usually paints scenes from classical myths, Shakespearean scenes, or Arthurian legends, and every one of his works has this strange, kind of thoughtful, otherworldly quality that I don't think I can accurately describe because I haven't pinned it down myself yet. So, why did I pick these two pictures? 'Boreas' I picked because, as before with Collier's 'Annunciation', this is the type of picture I usually hate, with a load of boring wildflowers and not much going on. And yet, I don't hate it. I LOVE it. Looking at it, I can hear the wind whistling as she waits. It's got this beautiful, quiet quality to it. I can't really be any more specific than that: there's just something about it. I chose 'Study for a naiad' to show his skill - even in a mere study, with rough rendering, there is something astonishingly beautiful about it; something youthful and innocent, but the colours make me think of nature and the woods. Love.

John Wilson (?- still going today! yay!)
A Night at the Museum
Hall of Fame
What's this? An artist I like who's still alive? Yay! I appreciate a good bit of fun in art, and this certainly qualifies. I love the technical skill and sense of humour involved in making this. It's just such a shame I couldn't find a larger image to link you to, because you just can't get the same impression from these smaller pictures. What you're missing, is the incredible mini reproductions of famous works of art that are hanging on the walls, which you can only get a sense of from these small pics. I really enjoy the juxtaposition of the childish scribbles with the artistic masterpieces, and one could have a lot of fun thinking up arty-farty meanings for it. There are prints of his work for sale... I've seen them in galleries in York (which is where I first saw him: 'A Night at the Museum' being the first I ever saw of his work), so have a look around - you'll appreciate his work a lot more if you can see it in detail!

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Cool. So now I have educated/bored you with a brief once over of my wonderful taste in art, I will cease and desist... for now. Maybe I'll go do some essay work... maybe not. I'm mysterious like that.

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Random Fact of the Day: Ants never sleep. (They just watch... and wait. *shifty eyes*)

Random Image of the Day:
The internet is weird.

In which the author acts like a pretentious arty-farty person - PART 1

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey. So, I was thinking, as I have nothing to do... save several essays, I'd write another post. I know the all of two followers are sitting on the edge of their seats with excitement, logging on several times every day just to see if I've posted again yet, so I thought it cruel to keep them waiting any longer. Thus, I have decided to do something that'll make my front page look a little more high-brow before I post something not-so-high-brow again like usual. I have, my dear followers, decided to inform you all of my favourite artists, as mine is clearly the best and only relevant opinion in the world.

To save time, I'm only doing drawings and paintings, as if we included photography this would be never-ending. Thus, in no particular order... oh, ok then... how about in order of... umm... yeah, let's go with alphabetical. So, in alphabetical order, I present to you, the eight coolest artists ever ever ever (that I can think of right now). ENJOY!


Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio (1571-1610)
Conversion of Saint Paul

Judith Beheading Holofernes
 So, why do I like Caravaggio? Well aside from having an awesome name, he tends to buck the trend somewhat in character. Most artists seem to have been either pansies or nymphomaniacs, whereas Caravaggio was, by all accounts, a FUCKING LOONY. He was notorious for having a fiery temper and brawling often, and in 1606 he killed a guy OVER A TENNIS MATCH, leading to his being outlawed and having to flee to Naples... where he was arrested for brawling again with street gangs. Basically, if you read up on him, it's quite clear that he would've had a heckload of ASBOs to his name had he lived today.
Arty-wise, his paintings are AMAZING. They really are excellent - the effects he creates with shadow is disturbing and fascinating, just like his dark subject matter. To put this in perspective, I went to the Louvre and saw the Mona Lisa (which, by the way, I was distinctly underwhelmed with). I went around the corner and saw a Caravaggio painting. It was so, so, so, sooooooooooo much better than the Mona Lisa that I couldn't understand why it wasn't placed in a better position. Ah well, more fool those japanese tourists who were crowding around the ML - I got a much better view of a much better painting.

John Collier (1850-1934)
Annunciation
Lilith
 Ok, so, why do I like Collier's 'Annunciation', when it's in a style that I usually hate? The answer is, I'm not entirely sure, but I do. I think it's because of the humanising effect it has on the old biblical tale, that's always seemed to far off and distant to me. I saw this painting whilst researching an essay in first year, and for the first time the Annunciation was put into perspective for me. In any other picture I would loathe the perfect suburban background, but here it's wonderful - it actually serves a purpose. I also like that despite putting the story into a modern setting, he still saw fit to continue the iconography. And I love iconography. I'm an iconography freak. Which is one of the reasons why I also like 'Lilith'... ohhhh Victorian hair meanings. :D Plus, I like painters that can paint. You either have realism or intelligence in good art in my opinion, and that's what's often missing I think in modern art. Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of good modern art out there, I just hate 98% of what's produced nowadays that's placed under the label of "modern art". In conclusion, Collier rocks.

H.R. Giger (1940 - who knows, he could live forever.)
Futurekill
Lilith
 Yes, I am aware that this somewhat of a departure from what's come previously, but variety is the spice of life people. Basically, what amazes me is that THIS IS DRAWN, with a pencil. (Unnecessary add-on statement is unnecessary). It's not airbrushed or computer manipulated, it's just drawn. Now take a small section of any of his pictures and that alone is talented, but then we have to factor in the sheer mindblowing detail in some of these pictures. Take 'Lilith' for example. I'm gonna go ahead and summarize this for you: HOLY CRAP. You can't really get enough of the detail I don't think from this image here, so try this one. He also does sculptures and designed the alien for 'Alien'. Aside from that he does a great impression of a psychopathic paedophile:
Pictured: nightmares
Henry Ossawa Tanner (1859-1937)
Annunciation
Flight Into Egypt
 Soooooooo... awesomeness. Cool use of colour, no? Especially in 'Flight Into Egypt' - I really love the illumination from the lantern. What I adore about his version of the Annunciation is the way he paints the girl's body posture and expression - quite different to usual images on this event - it conveys so much. Oh, and awesome use of light in 'Annunciation' too. Kudos to him. :P Okkk... so what does the great god of all knowledge (a.k.a. Wikipedia) have to add to this brief discussion in terms of interesting facts? Oh, well, apparently he was the first African American painter to gain international acclaim. Good for him.

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Right, well having got here I find that this is turning into a GINORMOUS post, so I believe I'll split it here in the middle, so you have something to look forwards to... and so I can go to bed. :P Tune in next time for "In which the author acts like a pretentious arty-farty person - PART 2!"

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 Random Fact of the Day: Apples are more effective at keeping people awake in the morning than caffeine.

Random Image of the Day:
...I really want to know what induced this person to paint this.

Saturday 27 November 2010

In which the author undertakes a Thought Experiment... on Vagina Dentata

So, I finally got round to watching 'Teeth' the other day (I know, I know, how did I take so long to see it?), and I have to say, I LOVED it - the lead actress' extensive use of but two expressions throughout the entire film was especially riveting.

Expression 1
Expression 2

But, after the initial usual reaction I believe this film elicits in a lot of women of "Oh my God, I LOVE it! I simply must buy this for when I'm in a particularly bad man-hating mood!", my mind went to other matters. As I was brushing my teeth before bed (yes, my proper teeth people) I started to wonder what would happen if Vagina Dentata were a real phenomenon, something that perhaps anything from a fifth to half the female population had. Surely this would be a game-changer? Thus, after much consideration (and traumatising of Charlie by discussing it with him), I have decided to share the products of this pondering with you all here.


Vagina Dentata: A Thought Experiment

So what would be the implications? Clearly, the first thing to consider would be the obvious empowerment of the female with this new physical advantage. I would imagine that rape numbers would fall drastically, and men would start picking their partners much more carefully... and be much nicer :P
Evolutionarily, the power to affect future generations would fall far more to the women than perhaps ever before: if this phenomenon were to spread to other species, then it would no longer necessarily be the strongest male who would pass on his genetics, but the female's choice - admittedly, this is not necessarily a positive thing, but it is an interesting possibility none-the-less. While we're talking of evolution, who's to say that men would not evolve too in response to this new "threat"? Perhaps the future for the male population would involve thicker penile skin, or a foreskin that "detatches in emergencies" (perhaps you start to see now why I said I traumatised Charlie with this discussion).
Pictured: Not a good evolutionary idea
But then there's the social implications to consider as well. One would assume that there would be a great deal of fear and prejudice that would spring up around it. There would be at least some factions of religious groups (as there always is with any new technological or biological advance) that would claim it was the work of Satan or the like, and general public fear would fuel this. I'd predict that there would be pressure upon governments to create a kind of register for all those with the mutation, and perhaps even mark people out visually with a tattoo in plain sight as a warning to all.
Such as this happy little critter
Without a doubt, those who are known to have Vagina Dentata would be at risk in some areas of lynching. On the other hand, I'm sure these extreme groups will be opposed by those who will rally for equal rights and trust for those with the mutation.
Sexually, there would be, as with just about everything in the world (see Rule 34), there would be those who would get off on the percieved danger of sleeping with someone with Vagina Dentata. Many, I suspect however, and I have male agreement on this fact, would be thoroughly put off ever sleeping with women again. I'll take a moment here to acknowledge the fact that most of this mini-essay is set in terms of male-female relationships, but to briefly address the issue of the effect on gay and lesbian people, one would imagine Vagina Dentata would have very little affect on the lives of gay men, and although there are risks with vagina dentata for lesbians, one would imagine the risks would be of a less *ahem* intimate nature, and would not carry the chance of taking them out of the gene pool as it would with a male-female relationship. Right. Now I've got that point covered...
Technology will immediately start specialising in this area as soon as it becomes widespread knowledge. There would be calls for protective devices for men (the traumatising discussion brought out concepts such as penile armour and clamps to hold back the teeth, and perhaps some sort of drug that would immobilize the muscles around the teeth). Cosmetic surgery would develop a whole new centre of interest, as demand could either be high for Vagina Dentata removal or, for those women without the mutation, there may be a number who wish they had it, and seek surgery to make this dream come true. It all depends on the evolving public perception - perhaps it would be seen by many women as an elite safety precaution.
John Bobbit IS reasonable provocation.
However, despite the fact that it would be used by most merely as a weapon when threatened, there are always the unstable percentage of the population who would not be so... humane with it. One could see a whole new area of crime rise up: the use of Vagina Dentata in revenge and cold blood. In other words, there would be a lot more John Bobbits about in the world. Perhaps laws would be made about the use of vagina dentata; I'd imagine the use of them would be banned apart from, like most violence, in a situation where self-defence is necessary.
Aww isn't she cu - OH MY GOD!!!
And lastly, it had to addressed. If we're going to go the whole hog on this thought experiment, we must consider all aspects. Thus, the practicalities of dental hygiene. 'Coz seriously, it's just not practical to stick a toothbrush up there. More seriously, one would assume that, like most animal teeth, brushing was not necessarily needed to keep the teeth in good condition. As it seems, from my intricate studies (I watched the film once), that Vagina Dentata can be used at will, one assumes that they are retractable. At this point the consideration appears to me: what happens during pregnancy? Either the teeth are set too low down to affect the developing foetus, or they would HAVE to remain retracted during the whole 9 months. If they are set low, then one with the mutation would have to use a LOT of self-restraint during the birth, seeing as I'm not entirely sure if, from Jess Weixler's wonderful acting, women are always in control of it during period of distress. Skipping over to another point: what the hell happens if you lose a tooth?! One would've assume that they didn't shed (because, umm, ow) until that lovely point in the film where they find a tooth in the... remains. SO, I'd imagine they only come out under duress, and considering their likeness to sharks' teeth, I'm going to go ahead and say I recon that, like a shark, there's rows and rows of teeth behind just waiting to roll in and replace any losses... in which case bad luck for those women who got surgery to have them removed, because it's gonna have to be pretty terrifyingly invasive the get them all out.


All in all though, you'll be happy to hear that Vagina Dentata does not in fact exist... Although, just a final word to freak out all you guys out there... if genetic engineering can put a human ear on a mouse, who's to say we can't put teeth in a vagina?? :P

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Random Fact of the Day: 35% of the people who use personal ads for dating are already married. Yep, I think Vagina Dentata could be a very popular thing with women.

Random Image of the Day:

Friday 19 November 2010

In which the author is hungry

Hey y'all!
Wow first I was too busy to update, then I had too much free time - you know the type where you think "Oh, I'll do it later" and never do? Yup, that was me.
I got myself a job btw... an actual paying job. Good lord I'm getting old. Then again, it's only four hours a week as they have so many temps, so I guess I'm not getting that old :P Still, it's a paying job in Canterbury for someone who can only do part time and has limited experience. Plus the staff discount will be good for christmas, even if most potential presents I see are for me :P
Ooooooooooooh sleepy.

So, I've been thinking, seeing as the potluck dinner went so well (oh, for those not cool enough to be in the loop or have attended, we had a potluck dinner... and it went well), I was thinking why not stretch this out a bit... because I like food. Thus, I may propose a bake-off - everyone bakes something (muffins, scones, biscuits, chocolate crispies, cakes etc) and brings it along and we all scarf to our heart's content. As a result of this marvellous idea being somewhat on the brain at the moment, and putting off the concept of having to do uni work, I have decided to devote this post to the most wonderfully decorated cakes to grace the internet, you know, just to set the bar. Drool on.
 
Beer cake!

Literary cake














Tire cake!
Ghosty cake :)












Tilting cake
Van Gogh starry night cake :D (I love this one!)














Heart cake!
Engine cake













Camera cake
Pokeball muffins!










Monopoly cake! (So good I felt it needed to be bigger to give it full credit - it's not a photo cake sticker thing)
















Watermelon cake! (with chocolate chips for pips!)
Yellow Submarine cake :)
And finally, this was so awesome it needed a row of its own. Instructions on how to make it, should you feel inspired and a little foolhardy, are here.
DISKWORLD CAKE!!!!
 
If like me you're feeling a little lazy however, this may be more up your street: 

Chocolate cake in a mug
Ingredients
4 Tablespoons cake flour
4 Tablespoons sugar
2 Tablespoons cocoa
1 Egg
3 Tablespoons milk
3 Tablespoons oil
1 Mug

Method
1. Mix flour, sugar and cocoa in the mug.
2. Spoon in one egg.
3. Pour in milk and oil, and mix well.
4. Put in microwave for 3 minutes on maximum power
(1000watt). Wait until it stops rising and sets in the mug.
5. Enjoy!



I haven't tried this yet, but I have tried something similar and that worked, so let me know how this goes if you do try it!!

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Random Fact of the Day:  No word in the English language rhymes with "Month" apparently.

Random Image of the Day: