Brick Molecules
Jun. 2nd, 2009 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I like running the lawn mower, the roto-tiller, and the vacuum cleaner. The few times I've used them, I've enjoyed the floor polisher and the concrete leveler too. For whatever reason, I find satisfaction in pushing or driving around machines that do things to the underlying surface. That's an unexpected realization, but it's true.
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How Qats came to live with us.
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Some sort of villainy (or perhpas, more properly, the suppression of some sort of villainy) is going on about me. For the past 90 minutes, I've heard police sirens off and on from all around. It's just little brief bursts - I suspect that they're chasing people on foot.
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I ran out of crackers. Rather than go buy some, I made my own. I feel absurdly self-reliant.
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An article excerpting a scholarly study of dreams in the Third Reich. I need to see if I can't get the original. Friend Dog will prolly find this interesting, if not actually enjoy it.
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Gordon Brown is a sad Panda.
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I'm not sure if there's a generic term for this sort of fanciful cutesy space-travel art, but I do love it. This is apparently modern Chinese, although the thematic elements remind me of what the Americans and Soviets were doing in the early 60s. I'm guessing that the young Taikonaut is visiting the Rabbit in the Moon. I'm left to wonder if this is in conscious imitation of early space-age art, or if the sensibility somehow arose independently.
There seems to be something peculiarly communistic about astronauts being given bouquets of flowers. Somewhere I have a book with a poster painting of Gagarin in his spacesuit, his arms full of flowers.
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Synchronously enough, Ciasmi Violette painted this for me as a blind commission. She had the reference pictures for my MLP persona to work from, but if she knew of my tastes in fanciful space art, I don't know how she'd have learned.
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How Qats came to live with us.
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Some sort of villainy (or perhpas, more properly, the suppression of some sort of villainy) is going on about me. For the past 90 minutes, I've heard police sirens off and on from all around. It's just little brief bursts - I suspect that they're chasing people on foot.
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I ran out of crackers. Rather than go buy some, I made my own. I feel absurdly self-reliant.
*****
An article excerpting a scholarly study of dreams in the Third Reich. I need to see if I can't get the original. Friend Dog will prolly find this interesting, if not actually enjoy it.
*****
Gordon Brown is a sad Panda.
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I'm not sure if there's a generic term for this sort of fanciful cutesy space-travel art, but I do love it. This is apparently modern Chinese, although the thematic elements remind me of what the Americans and Soviets were doing in the early 60s. I'm guessing that the young Taikonaut is visiting the Rabbit in the Moon. I'm left to wonder if this is in conscious imitation of early space-age art, or if the sensibility somehow arose independently.
There seems to be something peculiarly communistic about astronauts being given bouquets of flowers. Somewhere I have a book with a poster painting of Gagarin in his spacesuit, his arms full of flowers.
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Synchronously enough, Ciasmi Violette painted this for me as a blind commission. She had the reference pictures for my MLP persona to work from, but if she knew of my tastes in fanciful space art, I don't know how she'd have learned.
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Date: 2009-06-03 09:44 am (UTC)Gives a 404 here, I'm afraid.
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Date: 2009-06-04 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-04 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-03 02:16 pm (UTC)What, keeping down vermin doesn't count as a contribution? Obviously the author knows nothing about what cats do on a farm -- and farms are where over 90% of humans have lived for most of the last 10 thousand years.
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Date: 2009-06-04 06:45 am (UTC)