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Posted in Anecdotal, ART on October 6, 2013 by Human Being

So I was drawing today, drawing all sorts of things. Sometimes I watched Netflix and drew. I drew some ungulates. Ungulates are animals such as deer and elk. I drew some bats. Flying fox-type bats, today. I drew a number of other things but somehow my dad became aware of my bats and elk and he said something like, “MASH IT UP, YO”, though probably in different words. So I doodled some very doodly basic mashups. Then I google-image-searched “elk”. The only sub-types of elk I know of are the fictional red elk from Princess Mononoke and the extinct megaloceros known as the Irish Elk. Not looking for anything cartoonish, I opted to look up the latter. The point that I am getting to is that the distinctive antlers of the Irish elk kind of resemble stylized bat wings in some of the pictures I saw. Upside down and far less flight-worthy, yes, but the basic shape–the essence of the form–was there! So my mashup will be based on overlapping similarities that already exist in nature.

Amazing how we see connections when we want to, eh?


An Old, Old Mysterious Book in Cipher (Code)

Posted in ART, Old Things, Puzzling Peculiarities, Words with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 23, 2013 by Human Being

The Voynich Manuscript is a bizarre 15-16th Century work of hand-written script in a language previously unknown to historians. The text is largely centered around botany and features illustrations of hundreds of plants, some of which are unrecognizable. The text is allegedly written in cipher, or code, though no translation or interpretation has been successfully completed.

Common themes/motifs in the illustrations include: plants, root systems, simple nude female figures, series of tubes (almost comparable to Super Mario pipes) and wheel-like charts.

No accurate description can be given by me, because not only am I a mere mortal and by no means an expert, but it’s difficult to say exactly what one is looking at when perusing the ancient vellum.

Trust me: just look at it.

What exactly are we looking at here?

A 6-page fold-out detail of the Voynich Manuscript.

P.S. There is a related document on the Yale website that  contains two letters on the subject of the Voynich Manuscript. One letter is hand-written in english, from Ethel Lillian Voynich, and the other is typewritten in italian from one Marc[o] Tornetta. The site claims there is content regarding the decipherment of the text in the letters, but it is vague and/or not there. I took the liberty of transcribing the italian letter so that I could have Google translate it for me. The translation is sketchy at best, but the transcription is complete should anyone wish to view/copy/translate the text.

Live Music, The Art of Performance And The Writing Of Songs

Posted in ART, Opinion, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on April 17, 2013 by Human Being

I just saw Josh Ritter play at the Danforth Music Centre in Toronto. I’ve never experienced an artist–of any kind–who seems to be enjoying themselves as much as he is when he plays. It is clear that he’s having a blast, that he loves what he’s doing. It doesn’t hurt that he’s an immensely talented songwriter and lyricist–nay, a poet! So evidently appreciative of his audience, he has these small, subtle ways to make everything less formal and constrained. These touches draw the audience in to an intimate, heart-melting performance delivered eyes closed, with a smile. That smile. He smiled through just about every word of every song. Sometimes his passion comes so close to overflowing that he does these little enthusiastic, restrained hops or brings his hands up near his face and curls them into a supplicating pose. Sometimes he’ll face away from the crowd, or sing a verse away from the microphone (or a whole song) or even step back and use the head of his guitar to very, very gently tap the drum kit’s cymbal. He had us at his mercy, but he was right there with us. Amazing.

Sometimes I scold myself for not listening to the words of songs, but I can’t help but hear Ritter’s narratives and parables wrapped in his humble vocal melodies that warmly resonate from our eardrum straight to the heartstrings. The man knows how to put words together with sounds. Wow.

He is every inch a performer, but with no arrogant aftertaste or flashy gimmicks. He wants to be there for us, and we want him to be there just as much. He simply radiates joy when he sings. That extra sense or bundle of sense-like-things that we all have picks up on his…aura of radiant bliss. Maybe you have to be there. Maybe you should try to be there, someday. Yeah, you ought to.

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