THIS moment yearning and thoughtful sitting alone,
It seems to me there are other men in other lands
yearning and thoughtful,
It seems to me I can look over and behold them in
Germany, Italy, France, Spain,
Or far, far away, in China, or in Russia or Japan,
talking other dialects,
And it seems to me if I could know those men I should
become attached to them as I do to men in my own
O I know we should be brethren and lovers,
I know I should be happy with them.
I sometimes joke that my love of art began while playing Masterpiece, the art auction board game. But, that was purely superficial. My lifelong deep appreciation for art came from my art teacher. I actually had two art teachers, a husband and wife, Mr. and Mrs. S. She taught 7th and 8th grade art and he taught 9th-12th. Since our entire class took art in 7th & 8th grade, her classes were larger and much more basic. She was a good teacher and I liked her, but her husband was a great teacher, a master teacher and I loved him. Not only did I learn a lot about art from him, but I also learned about teaching and humanity.
He was a preternaturally calm teacher, steering his way through life on such an even keel that even a hurricane could not twist him about. He may have grown up on a farm and taught in a small farming town and lived on a farm himself, but he brought an urbane sophistication to life – sharing with us his appreciation of modern culture, music, books, movies and artists that were often unheard of. He was active in the community, persuading the town council to fund a city-owned art gallery that brought art into our town. Imagine a town of 1400 people with an arts center with revolving exhibitions, musical theatre, art classes, writing workshops, music lessons and even a recording studio all funded by the city and the grants that he helped pursue. During these years of retrenchment and austerity, that such a small town continues to support the arts – well, if only there were more teachers like him in towns across America.
Intrigue Co has a fun little watercolor pose prop for the budding watercolorists of Second Life – a fitting contribution to the watercolor theme for April’s Collabor88. It even comes with framed and ready to hang copies of the finished work. I didn’t actually use the poses because they are made for painting on the floor or in the grass, not on an artist’s work table, but since I just moved and put in a place to paint in a corner of my kitchen, I decided to use it there.
The thing about Mr. S was that he encouraged us to draw outside the lines, but not just on paper. As he saw it, the rules were there as a guide – to make sure we rubbed along comfortably in life, but that they were not a limit. That when it made sense and it was worth it, it was okay to break the rules and that sometimes the rules needed to be broken. Civil disobedience was, in his eyes, was drawing outside the lines to realize a better world just as drawing outside the lines often realizes a better painting.
I was scrolling through my PLURK feed early yesterday morning and caught “JAPAN FAIR” from one of the blog aggregators that I added recently. That sounded like sometihing I couldn’t miss so I changed my blogging plans and decided to find this. The blog post they listed didn’t give a slurl and I couldn’t find it in search.
God Bless Dr Google.
For all the info here is the blog. And because I’m awesome here is the SLURL. Continue reading
My afternoon began with a text from one of my best friends, Codie. “I need your help. I have to find something to wear to Dirk’s funeral.”
We spend a lot of time getting dressed for frivolous things in SL, things that don’t matter. It’s amazing how your thoughts wander though, when what you are dressing for something that does in fact matter to you, when it’s not frivolity and trite. Continue reading
A cold has been kicking my butt for six weeks now. I think it is almost gone and BAM! it’s back stronger than ever. That makes me so grateful for the relatively bacteria-free world of Second Life. You can get a cold in Second Life, but you have to buy it and you can take it off the minute you are sick of sneezing. I was sick of sneezing about a month ago and would love to detach that gesture right this minute.
Meanwhile, the lovely cardigan dress from Gizza is keeping me warm. I added the pencil skirt from League because the dress was a tad short for my taste. The dress comes with a HUD that allows you to change both the dress and the cardigan with three options each. Gizza made this dress in 4 iterations, floral, boho, hippie and solids and each and every one is irresistible. Continue reading
Every single time I log in, some asshat has been in my house. The doors are always wide open. Wouldn’t you know it this time, as I’m trying to OUT for the night I find a raccoon running through the house?
I am just trying to go out for the night! GO AWAY RACCOON!
Gidge Is Wearing:
Lipstick: *League* Erin Tintable Lipstick -6
Lashes: Amacci – Eyelash Tattoo 5
Earrings: (Donna Flora) BODZA
Hair: Clawtooth: Moonage Daydream – Snow
Shoes: Miamai_Xanadu chain Stiletto – bilbao green
Dress: Pure Poison – Diana Geo Dress – S
Feet: Slink Mesh Feet (Av Enhance) Medium S
Hair: Slink Mesh Hands (av) Elegant S Right
Slink Mesh Hands (av) Mouse S Left
Shape: Gidge ~Savoir Faire Shapes~
Skin: *League* Skin Erin Pale Bronze Blonde Chest C
Eyes: IKON Eternal Eyes – Periwinkle (S)
Bike: What Next
You can win a date with me! Woo Hoo! Come on… please? Anyone? A date with me is on the auction block this Saturday, April 5th (I’ll be up between 1:30 and 3pm SLT) at the Balboa Theatre,
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I relay for many people in my life… my mother, an aunt, an uncle, a cousin and numerous friends … some who have won… some who are losing… and some who have lost to this evil enemy we call CANCER. I will be participating in an event next Saturday – a date auction to benefit Relay for Life. Located at the Balboa Theatre. If you want more information or an auction form, please stop by my shop, Flutterby Tattoo’s. And consider dropping a few Lindens in the RFL kiosk while you are there… I Relay… do you?
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I’ve seen these jeans in posters around the grid for a while and FINALLY found them for sale… so I jumped on them… and when my friend Buzz saw me in them he said.. “hey, I think I have something almost just like that.” And with that…. you have an inspired blog post….. Meet my guest (impromptu) model – Buzz Bumblefoot.
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I stopped by League the other day, looking for some appliers for my Slink hands and almost forgot to buy them, I was so distracted by this gorgeous skirt and mohair sweater. I wanted to buy fat packs, but I was disciplined and settled on this gorgeous fuchsia. The sweater comes with a solid color or a gradient. I am wearing the gradient in this photo.
A lot of life’s answers are blowing in the wind, as the Bob Dylan song asserts. But what does that mean? Some people think it means the answers are right in front of our faces – answers we could pluck from the air if we only chose to do so. Myself, I think it means that the answers are unknowable, as imperceptible as the molecules on the wind. Of course, Bob Dylan’s explanation is as ambiguous as the song.
There ain’t too much I can say about this song except that the answer is blowing in the wind. It ain’t in no book or movie or TV show or discussion group. Man, it’s in the wind – and it’s blowing in the wind. Too many of these hip people are telling me where the answer is but oh I won’t believe that. I still say it’s in the wind and just like a restless piece of paper it’s got to come down some …But the only trouble is that no one picks up the answer when it comes down so not too many people get to see and know . . . and then it flies away. I still say that some of the biggest criminals are those that turn their heads away when they see wrong and know it’s wrong. I’m only 21 years old and I know that there’s been too many . . . You people over 21, you’re older and smarter.[*]