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Someone was talking about train dreams. Something about being nine feet tall.
They held the concert at Sandurz Theatre and I'm really surprised about that. That's cool, I guess. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised because this concert was planned for Fay Chandler's birthday, September 15th a long time ago and I'm sure nobody could guarantee it was going to be blue skied and clear and warm. Still, that's typical for September. I mean, I had to check out the art at City Hall made in honor of Fay Chandler. I thought I would eat at the Boston Public Market but apparently it's closed on Tuesdays so I had to wait.
Emma made Painting To Heal My Hands, and that's why I went there in the first place instead of going straight to Harvard Station.
here's the full sized image, should you desire it.
A list of what's there doesn't seem to exist in this reality. Just check out these sites. They're all pretty great.
Krystel Brown
Wilton Tejeda
Chie Yasuda
Watercolor Universe.
Jim Kociuba
Jordan Piantedosi
Lauren Hayes
Hthaiwon Layne
I think she might be the only Hthaiwon in existence.
Chelsea Revelle
Elisa Hamilton
Katharina Rentumis, which is Greek and not Lithuanian.
One of these images from May 2015 is Circle Meditation.
I still think my favorite work was Grid System by Jeremy Hetherington.
I don't believe the mosaics have anything to do with her, nor does the tall sculpture made from bottle caps, but that thing that looks like the offspring of Guillo from Baten Kaitos Origins and Majora's Wrath does.
Basil Kincaid did that, if you're wondering.
here's a good picture of it.
On the way to Harvard Square, I met (and very quickly sketched) a woman whose bag was covered in pins, and I agree with the sentiments raised about how war just creates more terror and silence being the voice of complicity, except that technically, neither cordoning off people and occasionally bombing the shit out of them to the point where the land will become unusable nor is killing or driving off the inhabitants and replacing them with settlers can really be considered occupation. Ethnic cleansing, I suppose.
I'd go into more detail but I'm really not in the mood for a flame war.
So actually what happened is that she caught my eye while we were waiting at Park Street and then I drew three other people before finally getting to her. And while she may look somewhat grumpy in the portrait, she wasn't in real life.
There was a woman with insect tattoos and purple hair in Brattle Square. And in Harvard Square, a man named Peter Pobodry played the guitar.
I got Vietnamese, of course, specifically, meatball phở, and then lo and behold, the Bon Me truck is just past Harvard Yard.
If anyone can tell me what that spicy relish stuff from Vietnam is called, I thank you. It's not sriracha, though there was a tin of that too, and I think the dark stuff is hǎixiān (hoisin) or maybe some kind of fish sauce.
I noticed that there's a comic shop called The Million Year Picnic, which is not only awesomely twee, it's a reference to the Martian Chronicles.
Lo and behold, The Walk Off was playing there, so I didn't have to sit around for two hours. For some reason, the vocalist's microphone was muted.
I overheard part of a conversation about the last snickers and a moral obligation to something.
One of the people in line collected opera masks.
They're both tall, they both have the same hairstyle, they both dress in a similar style, they both have big eyes, in fact, I actually approached her with much apprehension because I thought at first glance, she was Emma. She lacked a nose ring and a bumblebee tattoo.
I wouldn't have even noticed her at all had she not looked like Emma.
Hell, I don't think I'd be recommending Rose Polenzani had Emma not made me aware of the concert. And I just want to say, even though I think my days of having every action monitored, every emotion scanned, every bit of information processed, disseminated, and made known to those miserable bastards that are the DREADILK are over, that I went to ArtBeat Loops to hear music and dance and see art, not to see Emma. In fact, I didn't even expect to find her. I don't know, maybe it's for the best that I met Emma.
She's never been to their concerts and didn't know about them until now but she heard "hey, free concert" and showed up. Hopefully, we see each other next year.
When she told me her name, I was sure she was going to say Emma. Nope, it's Rebecca. The first person that came to her mind when I said "Emma" is Emma Watson.
There's a song called For Emma and I don't want to listen to it because I know it's not about pastrami, kraut, and bagels.
I'm not sure what languages Emma speaks (I want to say French) but Rebecca tried to learn German and Arabic, and learned a few words in Turkish. She's nowhere near fluent enough to have any idea what I wrote on that triptych portrait. She says that the most difficult thing about Arabic grammar is how different it is and how things are different depending on if you're speaking to a man or a woman. Then we talked about Japanese and it's levels of formality and how there are words that change depending on if they're spoken by a man or a woman. She says that Polish and Russian have a lot of consonant clusters like English.
She said that Arabic is the most beautiful written language and it's hard to disagree with her.
Although I actually say Javanese or Balinese. Latin's kinda meh, because it was inscribed into stone while Chinese was written with a brush and Thai was written on dried palm leaves so you get a lot of squiggles, but there are ways to write beautiful things with the Latin script.
She was walking around Cambridge one day and came upon a mosque, and she was totally awestruck by the design.
It's a really nice building. It kinda looks like a typical house that's covered in mosaics.
We (meaning the class) talked about Islamic art during a geometry class once.
Unlike Emma, Rebecca hasn't really traveled the world, only to Firenze, Italy, but she's never been to the Middle East or anything. She says the background in one of my drawings looks like Italy. It was one of those transitory drawings I made during college, in between the small figures on a large landscape or cityscape or whatever I did throughout high school and the portraits I did post-college. She evolved in the opposite direction, from portraiture to more abstract drawings and boxes and teeth and faces made from abstract designs.
She said my painting of a woman with a mantis head reminded her of Rick and Morty. I've never seen that but it sounds interesting and I might need to marathon it. I'll probably end up marathoning it anyway but if I have an emotional need to marathon it the way I marathoned Archer back in March, I'll explain why then.
She made a doll like one of her drawings except the face was different and it didn't have visible viscera.
Recently, she's been listening to a lot of Joy Division and Fiona Apple, along with a bit of the White Stripes and a band called Black Merda, which is not "shit" but slang for murder because a lot of black people were getting killed during the 70s (she trailed off and I said "some things change, some things stay the same.")
She says it's the best psychedelic band she's ever heard, but admits she hasn't heard much. She does know who Acid Mothers Temple is.
She doesn't know who Flying Saucer Attack is because she told me about how her roommate was making flying saucer noises to the dog and trying to teach him how to identify flying saucers.
I recommended Rose Polenzani, Atlas Lab, Popol Vuh, Flying Saucer Attack, and probably something else.
She says a lot of people have that vaguely motion sick expression when riding the train.
She told me my art reminded me of someone she knew, or perhaps someone famous, and when I drew her portrait from the side, in which she doesn't look that much like Emma probably because she didn't have her mouth slightly ajar when I was drawing her, she said it reminded her of Quentin Blake's illustrations in Roald Dahl books.
One thing I did she compared to Giger.
She showed me the results from a time she let a kid doodle in her sketchbook and I'm like "are you sure you aren't my friend? Like maybe you got exiled to an alternate dimension for transgressing social norms or you lost your identity."
Here's her art, by the way. All of it is worth seeing. I said that she should scan the things she writes in her sketchbook, and that we should all keep journals and write down our thoughts and maybe share the thoughts with the world that aren't too personal or aren't yet relevant.
Unlike Emma, she actually let me read the things she wrote. Some of the words are German or Arabic.
Fanfare For A Common Man is "ava," not "kuimba'e." It would make a great national anthem, if you ask me.
Fantasia on Greensleeves makes a lot of Americans think of a traditional Christmas carol but makes me think of one scene in Xenosaga with Cecilia, Catherine, and Febronia.
Remembering Fay is their 9th world premiere of the season.
The River is a mix of swing and traditional classical music. I do not hear the stages in life in this but some people do.
During the intermission, I asked Rebecca if she had synesthesia but she doesn't. Lots of people ask that, apparently. Nope, sometimes she just needs to draw. I know how that is. My notes from school had random abstract designs in them.
Fanfare for the Uncommon Women by Joan Tower sounds a bit like Fanfare For A Common Man as composed by John Adams.
Girl Crazy overture actually reminds me of Springtime for Hitler.
Stan Strickland joined us onstage for a calypso medley of man (kuimba'e) smart, woman smarter, which always makes me think of Homer and Marge (my google fu tells me that it's from an early Treehouse of Horror and that if men were truly smart, they wouldn't get hit in the groin by a football), the banana boat song which is about loading bananas on ships overnight and they're waiting for the bananas to be counted so they can go home. Jamaica Farewell is about the beauty of the islands and leaving behind a lover.
And then he played a click song on the flute.
Moonlight Serenade was used on the Simpsons. It's Jacqueline Bouvier's favorite song. They didn't follow it up with Sing! Sing! Sing! and I'm kinda disappointed. They followed it with the music from Lonesome Dove, which he described as elegiac.
The encore was a medley of Beatles songs as performed by a swing orchestra.
This thought came from another one but I'm not sure what. Partisangirl's proposal to have Lebanon and Syria dump Arabic and start speaking Aramaic is doomed to failure. It's one thing to change a secondary lingua franca (like Arabic to Swahili in South Sudan, well, as much sense as South Sudan makes, also, Swahili is spoken natively by Muslims and I don't know if they realize that. If you have no idea what's going on in South Sudan, I'm not surprised. I just don't think they want to admit that the country was doomed to failure and civil war even without the big bad Muslims) over time. It's a completely different thing to change the primary language.
I think I was thinking about Turkmenistan and it's orthographic reforms, which involved $ and £ and ¢ and ¥ but they changed their minds when Unicode became a thing and adopted more dignified letters like ç and ş and ý. I didn't tell Rebecca about that, but she doesn't have a "sh" or "ch" sound in her name so it doesn't matter.
I did tell her about the ice palace in Ashgabat, which is in a desert, and closing all the hospitals outside the capital in a country the size of California. Yeah, I think Turkmenistan might actually outcrazy North Korea.
Because even switching from Cyrillic to Latin was a disaster in Azerbaijan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, and Tajikistan.
Burning Question: if we can screen potential jurors who can't be trusted to be impartial, why can we not screen potential police officers for personal traits or ideologies that might prevent them from upholding the law fairly and serving and protecting all people equally?
Note that this does not apply to any capital cases. I think that weeding out anyone who doesn't support the death penalty means more jurors who believe that the mere act of being accused of a crime is tantamount to guilt.
I mean, just look at Gurpgork's latest witch hunt. I should also say that privatized law enforcement is a monumentally giant mistake.
Someone was talking about train dreams. Something about being nine feet tall.
They held the concert at Sandurz Theatre and I'm really surprised about that. That's cool, I guess. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised because this concert was planned for Fay Chandler's birthday, September 15th a long time ago and I'm sure nobody could guarantee it was going to be blue skied and clear and warm. Still, that's typical for September. I mean, I had to check out the art at City Hall made in honor of Fay Chandler. I thought I would eat at the Boston Public Market but apparently it's closed on Tuesdays so I had to wait.
Emma made Painting To Heal My Hands, and that's why I went there in the first place instead of going straight to Harvard Station.
here's the full sized image, should you desire it.
A list of what's there doesn't seem to exist in this reality. Just check out these sites. They're all pretty great.
Krystel Brown
Wilton Tejeda
Chie Yasuda
Watercolor Universe.
Jim Kociuba
Jordan Piantedosi
Lauren Hayes
Hthaiwon Layne
I think she might be the only Hthaiwon in existence.
Chelsea Revelle
Elisa Hamilton
Katharina Rentumis, which is Greek and not Lithuanian.
One of these images from May 2015 is Circle Meditation.
I still think my favorite work was Grid System by Jeremy Hetherington.
I don't believe the mosaics have anything to do with her, nor does the tall sculpture made from bottle caps, but that thing that looks like the offspring of Guillo from Baten Kaitos Origins and Majora's Wrath does.
Basil Kincaid did that, if you're wondering.
here's a good picture of it.
On the way to Harvard Square, I met (and very quickly sketched) a woman whose bag was covered in pins, and I agree with the sentiments raised about how war just creates more terror and silence being the voice of complicity, except that technically, neither cordoning off people and occasionally bombing the shit out of them to the point where the land will become unusable nor is killing or driving off the inhabitants and replacing them with settlers can really be considered occupation. Ethnic cleansing, I suppose.
I'd go into more detail but I'm really not in the mood for a flame war.
So actually what happened is that she caught my eye while we were waiting at Park Street and then I drew three other people before finally getting to her. And while she may look somewhat grumpy in the portrait, she wasn't in real life.
There was a woman with insect tattoos and purple hair in Brattle Square. And in Harvard Square, a man named Peter Pobodry played the guitar.
I got Vietnamese, of course, specifically, meatball phở, and then lo and behold, the Bon Me truck is just past Harvard Yard.
If anyone can tell me what that spicy relish stuff from Vietnam is called, I thank you. It's not sriracha, though there was a tin of that too, and I think the dark stuff is hǎixiān (hoisin) or maybe some kind of fish sauce.
I noticed that there's a comic shop called The Million Year Picnic, which is not only awesomely twee, it's a reference to the Martian Chronicles.
Lo and behold, The Walk Off was playing there, so I didn't have to sit around for two hours. For some reason, the vocalist's microphone was muted.
I overheard part of a conversation about the last snickers and a moral obligation to something.
One of the people in line collected opera masks.
They're both tall, they both have the same hairstyle, they both dress in a similar style, they both have big eyes, in fact, I actually approached her with much apprehension because I thought at first glance, she was Emma. She lacked a nose ring and a bumblebee tattoo.
I wouldn't have even noticed her at all had she not looked like Emma.
Hell, I don't think I'd be recommending Rose Polenzani had Emma not made me aware of the concert. And I just want to say, even though I think my days of having every action monitored, every emotion scanned, every bit of information processed, disseminated, and made known to those miserable bastards that are the DREADILK are over, that I went to ArtBeat Loops to hear music and dance and see art, not to see Emma. In fact, I didn't even expect to find her. I don't know, maybe it's for the best that I met Emma.
She's never been to their concerts and didn't know about them until now but she heard "hey, free concert" and showed up. Hopefully, we see each other next year.
When she told me her name, I was sure she was going to say Emma. Nope, it's Rebecca. The first person that came to her mind when I said "Emma" is Emma Watson.
There's a song called For Emma and I don't want to listen to it because I know it's not about pastrami, kraut, and bagels.
I'm not sure what languages Emma speaks (I want to say French) but Rebecca tried to learn German and Arabic, and learned a few words in Turkish. She's nowhere near fluent enough to have any idea what I wrote on that triptych portrait. She says that the most difficult thing about Arabic grammar is how different it is and how things are different depending on if you're speaking to a man or a woman. Then we talked about Japanese and it's levels of formality and how there are words that change depending on if they're spoken by a man or a woman. She says that Polish and Russian have a lot of consonant clusters like English.
She said that Arabic is the most beautiful written language and it's hard to disagree with her.
Although I actually say Javanese or Balinese. Latin's kinda meh, because it was inscribed into stone while Chinese was written with a brush and Thai was written on dried palm leaves so you get a lot of squiggles, but there are ways to write beautiful things with the Latin script.
She was walking around Cambridge one day and came upon a mosque, and she was totally awestruck by the design.
It's a really nice building. It kinda looks like a typical house that's covered in mosaics.
We (meaning the class) talked about Islamic art during a geometry class once.
Unlike Emma, Rebecca hasn't really traveled the world, only to Firenze, Italy, but she's never been to the Middle East or anything. She says the background in one of my drawings looks like Italy. It was one of those transitory drawings I made during college, in between the small figures on a large landscape or cityscape or whatever I did throughout high school and the portraits I did post-college. She evolved in the opposite direction, from portraiture to more abstract drawings and boxes and teeth and faces made from abstract designs.
She said my painting of a woman with a mantis head reminded her of Rick and Morty. I've never seen that but it sounds interesting and I might need to marathon it. I'll probably end up marathoning it anyway but if I have an emotional need to marathon it the way I marathoned Archer back in March, I'll explain why then.
She made a doll like one of her drawings except the face was different and it didn't have visible viscera.
Recently, she's been listening to a lot of Joy Division and Fiona Apple, along with a bit of the White Stripes and a band called Black Merda, which is not "shit" but slang for murder because a lot of black people were getting killed during the 70s (she trailed off and I said "some things change, some things stay the same.")
She says it's the best psychedelic band she's ever heard, but admits she hasn't heard much. She does know who Acid Mothers Temple is.
She doesn't know who Flying Saucer Attack is because she told me about how her roommate was making flying saucer noises to the dog and trying to teach him how to identify flying saucers.
I recommended Rose Polenzani, Atlas Lab, Popol Vuh, Flying Saucer Attack, and probably something else.
She says a lot of people have that vaguely motion sick expression when riding the train.
She told me my art reminded me of someone she knew, or perhaps someone famous, and when I drew her portrait from the side, in which she doesn't look that much like Emma probably because she didn't have her mouth slightly ajar when I was drawing her, she said it reminded her of Quentin Blake's illustrations in Roald Dahl books.
One thing I did she compared to Giger.
She showed me the results from a time she let a kid doodle in her sketchbook and I'm like "are you sure you aren't my friend? Like maybe you got exiled to an alternate dimension for transgressing social norms or you lost your identity."
Here's her art, by the way. All of it is worth seeing. I said that she should scan the things she writes in her sketchbook, and that we should all keep journals and write down our thoughts and maybe share the thoughts with the world that aren't too personal or aren't yet relevant.
Unlike Emma, she actually let me read the things she wrote. Some of the words are German or Arabic.
Fanfare For A Common Man is "ava," not "kuimba'e." It would make a great national anthem, if you ask me.
Fantasia on Greensleeves makes a lot of Americans think of a traditional Christmas carol but makes me think of one scene in Xenosaga with Cecilia, Catherine, and Febronia.
Remembering Fay is their 9th world premiere of the season.
The River is a mix of swing and traditional classical music. I do not hear the stages in life in this but some people do.
During the intermission, I asked Rebecca if she had synesthesia but she doesn't. Lots of people ask that, apparently. Nope, sometimes she just needs to draw. I know how that is. My notes from school had random abstract designs in them.
Fanfare for the Uncommon Women by Joan Tower sounds a bit like Fanfare For A Common Man as composed by John Adams.
Girl Crazy overture actually reminds me of Springtime for Hitler.
Stan Strickland joined us onstage for a calypso medley of man (kuimba'e) smart, woman smarter, which always makes me think of Homer and Marge (my google fu tells me that it's from an early Treehouse of Horror and that if men were truly smart, they wouldn't get hit in the groin by a football), the banana boat song which is about loading bananas on ships overnight and they're waiting for the bananas to be counted so they can go home. Jamaica Farewell is about the beauty of the islands and leaving behind a lover.
And then he played a click song on the flute.
Moonlight Serenade was used on the Simpsons. It's Jacqueline Bouvier's favorite song. They didn't follow it up with Sing! Sing! Sing! and I'm kinda disappointed. They followed it with the music from Lonesome Dove, which he described as elegiac.
The encore was a medley of Beatles songs as performed by a swing orchestra.
This thought came from another one but I'm not sure what. Partisangirl's proposal to have Lebanon and Syria dump Arabic and start speaking Aramaic is doomed to failure. It's one thing to change a secondary lingua franca (like Arabic to Swahili in South Sudan, well, as much sense as South Sudan makes, also, Swahili is spoken natively by Muslims and I don't know if they realize that. If you have no idea what's going on in South Sudan, I'm not surprised. I just don't think they want to admit that the country was doomed to failure and civil war even without the big bad Muslims) over time. It's a completely different thing to change the primary language.
I think I was thinking about Turkmenistan and it's orthographic reforms, which involved $ and £ and ¢ and ¥ but they changed their minds when Unicode became a thing and adopted more dignified letters like ç and ş and ý. I didn't tell Rebecca about that, but she doesn't have a "sh" or "ch" sound in her name so it doesn't matter.
I did tell her about the ice palace in Ashgabat, which is in a desert, and closing all the hospitals outside the capital in a country the size of California. Yeah, I think Turkmenistan might actually outcrazy North Korea.
Because even switching from Cyrillic to Latin was a disaster in Azerbaijan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, and Tajikistan.
Burning Question: if we can screen potential jurors who can't be trusted to be impartial, why can we not screen potential police officers for personal traits or ideologies that might prevent them from upholding the law fairly and serving and protecting all people equally?
Note that this does not apply to any capital cases. I think that weeding out anyone who doesn't support the death penalty means more jurors who believe that the mere act of being accused of a crime is tantamount to guilt.
I mean, just look at Gurpgork's latest witch hunt. I should also say that privatized law enforcement is a monumentally giant mistake.
