a lingering scent of jasmine
Sep. 19th, 2013 06:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaThis week has been a reminder that summer is not quite over yet.
Google is seriously ridiculous. I search for megaphones, wondering what would really happen if one lined up fifteen of them and whispered "testing" and get Megaupload instead. Okay. Sometimes it gets into the habit of ignoring parts of my searches. Sometimes it still does this even when I put everything in quotes.
I was at the MFA for a brief talk on Mayan flutes, ocarinas, and conch shells, in the context of W.A. Mozart's The Magic Flute. One of the panpipes found in a tomb had feathers, one of them had beetle elytra.
Boston is being taken over by muslamic rayguns! I got to see that Koran exhibit I was waiting for, where there are illuminated pages and even a complete book from northern Nigeria and quotes by local Muslims, and the 1960s exhibit they kept talking about.
Nobody wore designer clothing back then, but there were a lot of Indian fabrics and India-inspired fabrics and beads and long dresses and long hair (if you could see me right now, you'd see me toying with my ponytail), and culture is accretive and not cyclical and this woman knew what song was playing on the jukebox but I can't remember it right now but it was by a woman and someone else covered it and if someone had a photograph of the jukebox playlist, I could look it up, and I wish I could remember it because it's a cool song. Oh, and somebody made a hybrid of the Summer of Love cover and an umbrella. If nobody ever quotes Won't Be Fooled Again again, I will die happy. Find some different songs to quote. Be dadaistic.
One of the exhibits was photographs by women from the Arab world and from Iran, and all I can think of is "take revenge against those who stole your revolution. Fulfill your role as savior. Administer judgment: destroy them all. Destroy Khamenei." There was a video of falling into Iraq and I'll be honest, it made me a little sick. Somebody was explaining one of the sets of photographs: they're all dressed in the fashions of the Qajar Dynasty but they're wielding modern objects like a guitar or a can of coke. Someone else pointed out that the writing was painted on to one of the women in the photographs. It's a replica of orientalist art, made with spent bullets. There's one of a young couple having a romantic picnic while a tank takes aim at them.
http://images.huffingtonpost.com/2013-07-16-19bulletrevisited32012lallaassiaessaydi.jpg
It's well over 4000 pixels wide. That means you get a link instead.
http://www.islamicstudies.harvard.edu/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/She-Who-Tells-A-Story.jpg
Also big. It's a depiction of women being erased from Iranian society. Rest assured that we aren't very far behind you, as the Super Koch Brothers say that cervical cancer is the price we pay to defeat Obamacare.
It's weird seeing Art Nouveau stuff with text and writing in Dutch, not the prettiest of languages. At least Farsi has the courtesy to look pretty.
This guy had a shirt. That's nothing special. It had this on it: two atoms with the Bohr model talking "I think I lost an electron." "Are you sure?" "I'm positive!"
Here's a math joke: why did the chicken cross the Möbius strip? To get to the same side.
I am reminded of why I shouldn't come up with burning questions while walking the dog. I think it had something to do with bloggers and broken relationships. What I do know is that I feel like Tars Tarkas, I'm torn between complaining about terrible things and not wanting to encourage them with pageviews.
Burning question: Are people really afraid of pissing off Iran or are they afraid of their own people? It's really hard to be afraid of someone who never grew out of that "girls are icky and have cooties" phase and doesn't bother arming his child soldiers. They're afraid because if there is democracy in Syria and Libya, then it follows that there will be democracy in China and Saudi Arabia.
Google is seriously ridiculous. I search for megaphones, wondering what would really happen if one lined up fifteen of them and whispered "testing" and get Megaupload instead. Okay. Sometimes it gets into the habit of ignoring parts of my searches. Sometimes it still does this even when I put everything in quotes.
I was at the MFA for a brief talk on Mayan flutes, ocarinas, and conch shells, in the context of W.A. Mozart's The Magic Flute. One of the panpipes found in a tomb had feathers, one of them had beetle elytra.
Boston is being taken over by muslamic rayguns! I got to see that Koran exhibit I was waiting for, where there are illuminated pages and even a complete book from northern Nigeria and quotes by local Muslims, and the 1960s exhibit they kept talking about.
Nobody wore designer clothing back then, but there were a lot of Indian fabrics and India-inspired fabrics and beads and long dresses and long hair (if you could see me right now, you'd see me toying with my ponytail), and culture is accretive and not cyclical and this woman knew what song was playing on the jukebox but I can't remember it right now but it was by a woman and someone else covered it and if someone had a photograph of the jukebox playlist, I could look it up, and I wish I could remember it because it's a cool song. Oh, and somebody made a hybrid of the Summer of Love cover and an umbrella. If nobody ever quotes Won't Be Fooled Again again, I will die happy. Find some different songs to quote. Be dadaistic.
One of the exhibits was photographs by women from the Arab world and from Iran, and all I can think of is "take revenge against those who stole your revolution. Fulfill your role as savior. Administer judgment: destroy them all. Destroy Khamenei." There was a video of falling into Iraq and I'll be honest, it made me a little sick. Somebody was explaining one of the sets of photographs: they're all dressed in the fashions of the Qajar Dynasty but they're wielding modern objects like a guitar or a can of coke. Someone else pointed out that the writing was painted on to one of the women in the photographs. It's a replica of orientalist art, made with spent bullets. There's one of a young couple having a romantic picnic while a tank takes aim at them.
http://images.huffingtonpost.com/2013-07-16-19bulletrevisited32012lallaassiaessaydi.jpg
It's well over 4000 pixels wide. That means you get a link instead.
http://www.islamicstudies.harvard.edu/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/She-Who-Tells-A-Story.jpg
Also big. It's a depiction of women being erased from Iranian society. Rest assured that we aren't very far behind you, as the Super Koch Brothers say that cervical cancer is the price we pay to defeat Obamacare.
It's weird seeing Art Nouveau stuff with text and writing in Dutch, not the prettiest of languages. At least Farsi has the courtesy to look pretty.
This guy had a shirt. That's nothing special. It had this on it: two atoms with the Bohr model talking "I think I lost an electron." "Are you sure?" "I'm positive!"
Here's a math joke: why did the chicken cross the Möbius strip? To get to the same side.
I am reminded of why I shouldn't come up with burning questions while walking the dog. I think it had something to do with bloggers and broken relationships. What I do know is that I feel like Tars Tarkas, I'm torn between complaining about terrible things and not wanting to encourage them with pageviews.
Burning question: Are people really afraid of pissing off Iran or are they afraid of their own people? It's really hard to be afraid of someone who never grew out of that "girls are icky and have cooties" phase and doesn't bother arming his child soldiers. They're afraid because if there is democracy in Syria and Libya, then it follows that there will be democracy in China and Saudi Arabia.
