sweetly the waves call to me
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yamamanamaI had a dream where I could teleport to any person or any location at will, and I could send myself back in some amount of time, so I visited Mars for one second, enough time to see it for myself without perishing from the cold or lack of oxygen.
Sometimes it didn't work. I'd think of a person and teleport to their location, but they won't be there.
I woke up early, and the next dream I had wasn't as memorable. I think I was with Gabi at some point.
I woke up late, with a song in my head. No idea what song it was, or even if the song actually exists in real life.
Whatever it was, it was a premonition of good things. All the images disappeared from Shadowdancer Duskstar's site. I was hoping that would be permanent and she'd take it as a sign that perhaps some higher powers don't approve, and that would be the end of the obsessive post cataloguing. Alas, it wasn't meant to be.
It made me equally sad that FIGMENT Boston, Cambridge Jazz Festival, and Summer Arts Weekend all happen at the same time, and I really can't be in three places at once. Ah, the problems of being somewhere so immersed in art and music.
Speaking of art, a woman on the red line told me my portrait of her was beautiful. Her words.
Shadowdancer is accusing me of paying Emma, Emma, Zofia, and Gabriella to be my friends solely because I think Vox might be paying people to harass, stalk, and gather information.
She doesn't care about my opinions on the ecology of Madagascar and its impending collapse, Hungarian Emma, Swedish Emma's birthday, or macaws. She does care enough about Pol Pot's Birthday to take a screenshot of it but doesn't care enough to watch it and find out that it's a black comedy. Or maybe she's trying to use it to make me look bad, which I'd say is fairly classic Shadowdancer.
Emma sent me a message approximately five seconds after I left for the museum. Well, it's probably for the best that she couldn't make it, rather than waiting for me at a spot she decided upon, because I did not get her message until I got back home. I thought I saw Gabriella. Maybe I did, but then I lost her. And then I found Rachel and Lauren instead.
A woman on the green line (I don't think she was Rachel from echoes of the past) drew my reflection. A woman on the red line thought my portrait of her was beautiful. Her words. Another woman got really excited at each stop, because she's from a place where public transit is virtually nonexistent.
Some people put sprinkles in their coffee. I don't think these four people did but their clothes all made me wish I had the ability to paint full color portraits of people on a moving train. It would be very unwieldy to carry around even just a bunch of colored pens or markers.
I don't know why I did this but I drew Paris (I think that's what she said, though Paris is a guy's name. You know it, I know it, and Homer and William Shakespeare knew it) on the back of a page. I don't know how, but it didn't end up upsidedown either. It looks fine, though. I don't know. It makes up for the page in my other sketchbook with just FAIL on it.
My mom had a cat named Ajax, for what it's worth.
There was a woman with light green hair, a woman with bright blue hair, a woman with half blue half pink hair, a woman with pink streaks, a man with hair in a rainbow of orange-green-purple, or maybe I mixed up the colors. I met a woman with platinum-dyed hair, but she was at Park Street Station. I glimpsed a man with green hair from outside a Green Line train and then he got on an Ashmont train.
A woman scat-sang and a man played the trombone, backed up with a machine, at Park Street.
"yeah, they drag these into their houses. No, they had smaller ones."
-some guy, on a Ganesh statue.
There's a kimono made of glass.
There's an art deco cabinet made about 150 years before art deco.
There's a new community arts thingy and it's a spiral of photographs of stuff at the MFA and assemblages and other things and it's cool.
There are charcoal drawings of chandeliers and bananas by a Colombian artist.
There's a video of a conversation recorded at four frames per second.
I wonder if Emma noticed the giant snake skin when she was there a few weeks ago.
One of the signs mentioned fish and then I kept noticing fish in various things. Next time you're at the MFA, be on the lookout for fish.
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asakiyume, you asked me about the figurine of a woman spoonfeeding the owl, and I finally remembered to check the information on it. It's called Figure of a Lady with an Owl Disguised as a Baby, it's by Giuseppe Gricci, it's Italian and was made around 1750, it's porcelain with enamel and gilt. I'm not sure if Livejournal sends out notifications when a post is edited. I'll try at some point in the future but right now, I felt it was best to delete and repost.
I overheard a conversation about The Allegory of Man's Choice and the nature of Hell half in English and half in Spanish. The gist of it is that hell isn't a real place but sometimes we do things to each other that make the world seem like hell.
Rachel thought it was a chair. it wasn't, it was a thing to hang your hats and place your umbrellas.
Rachel thinks the Dutch were the only people allowed to trade with Japan.
I thought the Portuguese were there but Rachel said Japan kicked the Portuguese out because they were pushing Christianity hardcore. Nobody tried to take over Japan because it doesn't have many resources and their thing is importing raw materials and making things with that, vs exporting a lot of raw materials, like Madagascar or Iraq.
Rachel was expecting the big wave to be a giant mural or something.
Facebook is giving me notifications every time someone does something in a group. I didn't turn this on, it just sort of happened. I didn't even know groups were still a thing.
Various women had: an octopus tattoo on her arm, a lotus flower with writing I wasn't able to read, an Asian dragon on one shoulder and a quote in French on the other, some kind of colorful watercolor nebula tree thing on the back of her neck, a hawk in Islamic calligraphy on the back of her neck, what looked like fal'Cie brands in various stages of development.
I don't think there was ever a time where China wasn't the largest country, with India close at its heels. Still, if Paris chose rule over Asia, even if Hera meant all of it rather than just Anatolia, he wouldn't be ruling over billions of people, considering the population of the entire world was comparable to Mexico. To put things into perspective, the island Java has more people today than the entire planet did at the time of the Trojan War. Also, Madagascar and New Zealand were both uninhabited.
Burning Question: If you were Paris, whose prize would you take? To refresh your memory, Aphrodite offered the love of the most beautiful mortal, Athene offered fame as a hero, Hera offered rule of Asia.
Sometimes it didn't work. I'd think of a person and teleport to their location, but they won't be there.
I woke up early, and the next dream I had wasn't as memorable. I think I was with Gabi at some point.
I woke up late, with a song in my head. No idea what song it was, or even if the song actually exists in real life.
Whatever it was, it was a premonition of good things. All the images disappeared from Shadowdancer Duskstar's site. I was hoping that would be permanent and she'd take it as a sign that perhaps some higher powers don't approve, and that would be the end of the obsessive post cataloguing. Alas, it wasn't meant to be.
It made me equally sad that FIGMENT Boston, Cambridge Jazz Festival, and Summer Arts Weekend all happen at the same time, and I really can't be in three places at once. Ah, the problems of being somewhere so immersed in art and music.
Speaking of art, a woman on the red line told me my portrait of her was beautiful. Her words.
Shadowdancer is accusing me of paying Emma, Emma, Zofia, and Gabriella to be my friends solely because I think Vox might be paying people to harass, stalk, and gather information.
She doesn't care about my opinions on the ecology of Madagascar and its impending collapse, Hungarian Emma, Swedish Emma's birthday, or macaws. She does care enough about Pol Pot's Birthday to take a screenshot of it but doesn't care enough to watch it and find out that it's a black comedy. Or maybe she's trying to use it to make me look bad, which I'd say is fairly classic Shadowdancer.
Emma sent me a message approximately five seconds after I left for the museum. Well, it's probably for the best that she couldn't make it, rather than waiting for me at a spot she decided upon, because I did not get her message until I got back home. I thought I saw Gabriella. Maybe I did, but then I lost her. And then I found Rachel and Lauren instead.
A woman on the green line (I don't think she was Rachel from echoes of the past) drew my reflection. A woman on the red line thought my portrait of her was beautiful. Her words. Another woman got really excited at each stop, because she's from a place where public transit is virtually nonexistent.
Some people put sprinkles in their coffee. I don't think these four people did but their clothes all made me wish I had the ability to paint full color portraits of people on a moving train. It would be very unwieldy to carry around even just a bunch of colored pens or markers.
I don't know why I did this but I drew Paris (I think that's what she said, though Paris is a guy's name. You know it, I know it, and Homer and William Shakespeare knew it) on the back of a page. I don't know how, but it didn't end up upsidedown either. It looks fine, though. I don't know. It makes up for the page in my other sketchbook with just FAIL on it.
My mom had a cat named Ajax, for what it's worth.
There was a woman with light green hair, a woman with bright blue hair, a woman with half blue half pink hair, a woman with pink streaks, a man with hair in a rainbow of orange-green-purple, or maybe I mixed up the colors. I met a woman with platinum-dyed hair, but she was at Park Street Station. I glimpsed a man with green hair from outside a Green Line train and then he got on an Ashmont train.
A woman scat-sang and a man played the trombone, backed up with a machine, at Park Street.
"yeah, they drag these into their houses. No, they had smaller ones."
-some guy, on a Ganesh statue.
There's a kimono made of glass.
There's an art deco cabinet made about 150 years before art deco.
There's a new community arts thingy and it's a spiral of photographs of stuff at the MFA and assemblages and other things and it's cool.
There are charcoal drawings of chandeliers and bananas by a Colombian artist.
There's a video of a conversation recorded at four frames per second.
I wonder if Emma noticed the giant snake skin when she was there a few weeks ago.
One of the signs mentioned fish and then I kept noticing fish in various things. Next time you're at the MFA, be on the lookout for fish.
asakiyume, you asked me about the figurine of a woman spoonfeeding the owl, and I finally remembered to check the information on it. It's called Figure of a Lady with an Owl Disguised as a Baby, it's by Giuseppe Gricci, it's Italian and was made around 1750, it's porcelain with enamel and gilt. I'm not sure if Livejournal sends out notifications when a post is edited. I'll try at some point in the future but right now, I felt it was best to delete and repost.I overheard a conversation about The Allegory of Man's Choice and the nature of Hell half in English and half in Spanish. The gist of it is that hell isn't a real place but sometimes we do things to each other that make the world seem like hell.
Rachel thought it was a chair. it wasn't, it was a thing to hang your hats and place your umbrellas.
Rachel thinks the Dutch were the only people allowed to trade with Japan.
I thought the Portuguese were there but Rachel said Japan kicked the Portuguese out because they were pushing Christianity hardcore. Nobody tried to take over Japan because it doesn't have many resources and their thing is importing raw materials and making things with that, vs exporting a lot of raw materials, like Madagascar or Iraq.
Rachel was expecting the big wave to be a giant mural or something.
Facebook is giving me notifications every time someone does something in a group. I didn't turn this on, it just sort of happened. I didn't even know groups were still a thing.
Various women had: an octopus tattoo on her arm, a lotus flower with writing I wasn't able to read, an Asian dragon on one shoulder and a quote in French on the other, some kind of colorful watercolor nebula tree thing on the back of her neck, a hawk in Islamic calligraphy on the back of her neck, what looked like fal'Cie brands in various stages of development.
I don't think there was ever a time where China wasn't the largest country, with India close at its heels. Still, if Paris chose rule over Asia, even if Hera meant all of it rather than just Anatolia, he wouldn't be ruling over billions of people, considering the population of the entire world was comparable to Mexico. To put things into perspective, the island Java has more people today than the entire planet did at the time of the Trojan War. Also, Madagascar and New Zealand were both uninhabited.
Burning Question: If you were Paris, whose prize would you take? To refresh your memory, Aphrodite offered the love of the most beautiful mortal, Athene offered fame as a hero, Hera offered rule of Asia.
