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photo from flickr.com

This says it all!!!

 

I do most of my shopping with my bike (for three seasons at least). I am not a racer, a thrill seeker or a fitness buff, I am just a middle aged woman, who doesn’t want a car.

I choke at the exhaust, groan at the congestion (most with only one person per car) and sigh at the cost of maintaining roads, parking lots and the cost in medical bills due to car accidents and sometimes fear for my safety because I live in a car culture!

I am not a “cyclist”. I am a HUMAN BEING going from point A to point B on a bike.

listen & look

Sorry for nothing new from me, I’m stitching these days, quiltingismyaddiction.wordpress.com , but I thought this was worth a reblog!

sub rosa

Perhaps, after all, the best way of talking about what you love is to speak of it lightly

– Albert Camus

Aase Texmon Rygh, Møbius (rund), 2013. Foto: Øystein Thorvaldsen.

Aase Texmon Rygh (b 1925), found her artistic vision at an early point, remaining faithful to it throughout her career. With exceptionally strong determination, she arrived at a simplified and abstract form of visual expression at a time when naturalistic sculpture still had a dominant place in Norway.

Much like British contemporaries Barbara Hepworth and Henry Moore, Aase Texmon Rygh explored the shape of the abstracted and simplified human figure in the 1950s and 1960s. Over the course of several years she developed an abstract language where motion and gesture played a central part. Later in her career she left the human figure behind altogether, and developed a purely abstract formal language as she became interested in concepts of stability…

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I am Seriously NOT Clowning Around!

 

What a great costume

  What a great costume

I really do not have a funny bone any more.  I am going back into hibernation.  Wake me when the weather improves.

but I’m giving you something I took off the internets…sometimes fashion and Sci-fi do a smash up, What? 

 

You can read all about it here.

Art and Horror: Vermeer’s Woman with a Balance and The Walking Dead’s “Still”

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Sketch by Rio

Wikipedia:
In the painting, Vermeer has depicted a young woman holding an empty balance before a table on which stands an open jewelry box, the pearls and gold within spilling over… “interpreted as a vanitas painting, as a representation of divine truth or justice, as a religious meditative aid, and as an incitement to lead a balanced, thoughtful life.”[3] Some viewers have imagined the woman is weighing her valuables, while others compare her actions to Christ’s, reading parable into the pearls.[1] Some art critics, including John Michael Montias who describes her as “symbolically weighing unborn souls”, have seen the woman as a figure of Mary.[4][5] To some critics who perceive her as measuring her valuables, the juxtaposition with the final judgment suggests that the woman should be focusing on the treasures of Heaven rather than those of Earth.[6] In this perspective, the mirror on the wall may reinforce the vanity of her pursuits.[7]

 

I know I am making a stretch here trying to connect the painting to the episode, but when Beth is in the bar of the country club, after moving through a sort of hell where a class war went on, there is this stillness. (Daryl, who, while possessing legendary survival skills has little else left after losing his adopted family to a rival group is not in the frame.) In the scene the light is falling across the bar. The light is catching the edges of the bottles and the reflective surfaces, the edges of Beth’s arms,  the side of her face that is away from us, gives her a glow. Something about it made me think of Vermeer’s “Woman Testing a Balance” (which it is also known by), so much that I had to find the painting and look at it again.

I wasn’t disappointed. Vermeer’s painting is compositionally beautiful but the interpretation of his painting is so dead on for what this episode was about.

Beth had made the search for her first drink of alcohol a type of quest but in the face of the obvious carnage that went on, the wealth and riches that were now meaningless, and bloody rage that Daryl let loose on the heads of the zombie walkers, she realizes that it has been a fools errand. All her actions were in vain. She starts to cry.

It is precisely when Daryl is moved to help her. The rest of the episode is about him coming back to her and both of them coming to terms with what they have and what they can now let go of, a return of the only type of balance they can know in the Walking Dead: trust in each other.

The episode was directed by Julius Ramsay and written by Angela Kang. Brilliant!

Funny Names in the News 74, with A Travolta Revolta, Some Ghastly News, and A Zany Announcement

Okay, so cheddar horseradish potato chips sound ridiculous, but…

The Blog of Funny Names

Mmmmmm.... having my taste buds confused has never felt so delicious! Mmmmmm…. having my taste buds confused has never felt so delicious!

Pax Vobiscum* lords and ladies, it’s Funny Names in the News Volume 74, where I take a break from these oddly edible Cheddar & Horseradish flavored chips and hit y’all with the funniest and most newsworthy names in the news of this past fortnight!

We’ll start you off with one newfangled fandango of a name. I Swear He Does Productive Things With His Life In Addition to Finding Amazing Regional Newspaper Fare correspondent Arto heard through the grapevine that a fine-feathered fellow named Hubert Opici is “New Jersey’s American Wine Legend.” But don’t just take my word for it… check it out for yourself thanks to this delightful NJ.com article.

Our faithful Yippy Skippy Zippy correspondent Amb! brings us a piece of sad news that is simply ghastly: famed screenwriter Harold Ramis has passed away. But…

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Odd socks and how they got that way…

I have cracked the “odd sock” phenomenon! On my way back from the compost box this morning, across the freshly fallen snow there it was, the black sock lying there like it was marking the scene of a crime!

I have been plagued by lost socks and lonely left-behinds all my life but today I know how they do it. IT’S NOT BLACK HOLES! It is static cling.

I got my housecoat out of the dryer, it was chilly in the basement so I put it on. The escaping sock hung on while I made my coffee and did a few chores and then saw it’s chance after I left the house. It jumped off!

I get it, I don’t want to spend most of my time in a dark, possibly moldy place either (oh wait, I do don’t I?) but Sock, you are part of a pair. You have an identical twin who needs you to have purpose in her life, I do not…

OMG, I have to get out of here!!!!