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Creating the Circus of Dreams...

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 01:44:52 -0400

Alright this may be madness, foolishness, and even a fruitless endeavor, but my inspiration will not let me be. I am constantly dreaming of the Night Circus, a novel by Erin Morgenstern, and the temptation to create a floating circus ‘Party” will not rest.

SO inspired by book clubs and release parties, I am going to attempt to start a small version of my own, a party that will mysteriously appear and disappear from my friends back yards over the next few months, complete with tarot readings, carnival games, illusions and glorious food.

I picture trees covered in crystal “ice” with with roses “growing” at their base. I dream of the illusionist Georges Melaise performing his magic tricks and drawing us into realms of fantasy as he plays upon the back of a house or wall. I envision glowing clouds, mirrored scapes, patrons attending a free event dressed in black in white; a few sporting the occasional burst of Red. I see games of chance, darts and rings, collections of mysterious bottles and trees of fire. I smell popcorn and caramel, taste the froth of root beer and ice cream, the tang of lemon, the sweet of sugar and ice, and hear the sounds of the carnival; haunting me each night and seducing me each morning. This can only end one of two ways…badly or with a new tradition and new reveurs born; as the party appears with new and different exhibits, entertainments and amusements in a new location each time, with other as hungry for it ‘s re-emergence as I.

And if a few more of my friends or acquaintances should read the book, that wouldn’t hurt either…

otlgaming: WHO LOOKS AFTER SLEEPING ANGELS? This hauntingly...

Tue, 22 May 2012 15:11:00 -0400

otlgaming:

WHO LOOKS AFTER SLEEPING ANGELS?

This hauntingly beautiful sculpture by Clare Gladding is so realistic it puts shivers down my spine. Now if only she had these for sale! Check out her website for some more intricately realistic sculptures.

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Beautiful

Thu, 10 May 2012 00:50:11 -0400

Beautiful

So Cute!

Mon, 07 May 2012 15:18:20 -0400

So Cute!

Click for HQ.

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 13:16:01 -0400

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10 Terrifying Doors You Really Don’t Want to Open

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 00:31:00 -0400

10 Terrifying Doors You Really Don’t Want to Open:

cute…

ragbag: on eating elephant what does elephant taste like? some...

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 00:20:00 -0400

ragbag:

on eating elephant

what does elephant taste like? some intrepid individual over at the awl searches through every single book on the google books website and gets an answer for you.

As anyone educated by “The Flintstones” knows, one of prehistoric man’s favorite meals was barbecued mastodon ribs. Paleolithic cave paintings seem to support the claim (though whether the ribs were prepared with a dry rub or marinade is still a hot topic in archaeological journals). In fact, evidence suggests that early hunters found their way to the new world in the first place by chasing mammoth herds as they fanned across continents. So how did the cow, an ugly-looking milk monster from Vermont, become the utilitarian protein of the masses while the elephant, the mammoth’s lumbering grand-nephew, is only ever eaten in animal cracker form? The long answer involves section headings like animal lifespan, infrastructure, social taboos, endangered species lists and insurmountable husbandry challenges.

The short answer, however, is simple: the elephant has the strength of a hundred Danny Trejos. Add in its trunk and a set of thrashing tusks, and it’s best not to mess with one. But back in the day, certain adventurous individuals did eat elephant flesh and live to tell the tale for our vicarious benefit. Here are their wild accounts. READ MORE

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special thanks to aaron cohen for his help in gathering information.

ragbag: know your fools one of the 14 reasons i was so heavily...

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 00:16:32 -0400

ragbag:

know your fools

one of the 14 reasons i was so heavily into the king’s speech last year was that it reintroduced modern audiences to the fool trope of mediæval literature. only after the monarch (george vi) listens to the seemingly non-sensical advice of his social inferior and then participates in his foolish exercises, is he able to become a tru-sovereign™.

i maintain that fools are all around us. but what’s the difference between the fool and the jester? is a buffoon or natural still a fool? it turns out that the taxonomy of fools is as complex as the taxonomy of lizards. here is francis douce’s early nineteenth century attempt to classify all the types of fools in just the works of shakespeare alone:

I. The general domestic fool, often, but as it should seem improperly, termed a clown. He was 1. A mere natural, or idiot; 2. Silly by nature, yet cunning and sarcastical; 3. Artificial. All these officiated occasionally as menial servants.

II. The clown, who was 1. A mere country booby; 2. A witty rustic; 3. Any servant of a shrewd and witty disposition, and who, like a similar character in our modern plays, was made to treat his master with great familiarity in order to produce stage effect.

III. The female fool, who was generally an idiot.

IV. The city or corporation fool, whose office was to assist at public entertainments and in pageants. To this class belong perhaps the Lord Mayor’s state fool, and those employed by the companies of trades, &c.

V. Tavern fools. These seem to have been retained to amuse the customers…They were sometimes qualified to sing after the Italian manners. Fools were also employed in the common brothels.

VI. The fool of the ancient theatrical mysteries and moralities. He was, more properly speaking, the Vice…Being generally dressed in a fool’s habit, he appears to have been gradually and undistinguishably blended with the domestic fool; yet he was certainly a buffoon of a different sort. He was always a bitter enemy to the Devil, and a part of his employment consisted in teazing and tormenting the poor fiend on every occasion. He ceased to be in fashion at the end of the sixteenth century.

VII. The fool in the old dumb shows exhibited at fairs and perhaps at inns, in which he was generally engaged in a struggle with Death…It is possible that some casual vestiges’ of this species of entertainment might have suggested the modern English pantomimes.

VIII. The fool in the Whitsun ales and Morris dance.

IX. The mountebank’s fool, or merry Andrew.

were you to take the cosmo “what fool are you quiz” where would you land? as for me, i could see myself pretty easily as a class ii, subtype 1 fool.

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source: “a dissertation on the clowns and fools of shakespeare,” in illustrations of shakespeare, and of ancient manners, by francis douce (1807).

I really like this guys Tunmblr.

EssayTyper

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 23:57:00 -0400

EssayTyper:

world-shaker:

This is creepy.

Ninja Update: Apparently people don’t read the tags, or the About page. This pulls text from Wikipedia. It’s clearly cheating, and I don’t endorse plagiarism. If you cheat, you don’t just deserve an F. You deserve a special mark that will always appear on your transcript letting people know you cheated.

Okay… Now I want a unicorn!

visual-poetry: “reblog this” by mobstr (via libneni)i i AM SO...

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 19:48:56 -0400

visual-poetry:

“reblog this” by mobstr

(via libneni)i

i AM SO EASILY INFLUENCED SOMETIMES…

xombiedirge: Community by Matt Greenholt / Blog

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:31:07 -0400

Dean

Community

xombiedirge:

Community by Matt Greenholt / Blog

craigashforth: Coloured version of my fan art inspired by...

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:30:40 -0400

craigashforth:

Coloured version of my fan art inspired by episode 3.16

How To Never Get The Dishes Done

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 03:29:26 -0400

Inspired by my princess when she was even younger than this…oh god she was younger than this?

How To Never Get The Dishes Done

A cold prick, an icy chill.

“Oh my god, Where is she?!”

You turn around with dread.

She’s still there, sitting and staring with that same innocuous smile.

It seems to say, “Just kidding Ma!”

You turn back to your sink full of soapy remains, chiding yourself for being overly worried and then you hear the scuff of knees heading down the hall.

You snatch her quickly, setting her down gently in front of her many bright and colorful toys, and go back to work again.

A crinkle of paper, “what has she got this time,” you wonder.

And then she’s off again, another quick race around the corner to stop temptingly on the edge of the tile entryway. She looks up smiles and darts back the way she came, all the while thinking about what a great game she has invented. Your thinking of calling it; “How to never get the dishes done.”

So then you bring out the gate. Sure, cage your child, take her free bird soul and clip its wings, long before she’s ready to fly. ‘Cause she’s got to have limits. She has to know right from wrong, good from bad, safe from precarious, long before she can even speak, how else will she ever survive.

And yet…

The guilt of putting her behind that gate, in that highchair, in a safe warm crib with perfectly spaced wooden slats, or her oh, so spacious play pen with mesh sides for plenty of ventilation and watching her face crumple and fold like that same bit of paper you snatched away minutes before, tears welling as her smiling mouth forms an O, crying for release. She cries for freedom from the restraints she cannot understand or conceive the significance of, other than the thought that it must be some form of cruel torture for trying to build the tower of babel, for rising up to meet the obstacles, for doing only what her instincts tell her to do. But instincts do not care for limits and to survive in this world you must be aware of what you can and cannot do, of what you are and are not allowed to do.

Finally the guilt of trying to restrain my child from doing what is natural for her to do; to explore, to try to walk on that oh, so scary tile, to try to speak at spectacular frequencies that burn the dogs ears, to tear that piece of paper into itsy, bitsy, slimy shreds… The guilt becomes too much for me and I set down the dishes for good. They must get done and they will get done, but not today.

Today is for my child, for living, for freedom.

Now I will take her out that front door and we shall stare at the blades of grass together…in Wonder.

-Heather Ragan

Distraction

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 21:27:00 -0400

An original work by yours truly, hopefully my friend Brian won’t mind that I used his a photo from his trip to South Korea as the background for my angst.

I wrote this when my now 9 year old daughter was still an infant, and now after the recent birth of my son I am once again experiencing all the joys and horror of infant care.

The Real Delial - House Of Leaves Photo (1180150) - Fanpop

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 19:58:00 -0400

The Real Delial - House Of Leaves Photo (1180150) - Fanpop:

Interesting…loved the book.

thenearsightedmonkey: Scariest digital device ever? The...

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 15:39:34 -0400

thenearsightedmonkey:

Scariest digital device ever?

The Monkey’s Paw.

Can I get a witness?

Word!

deadpaint: William Bouguereau, Twilight I really like this...

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 15:31:34 -0400

deadpaint:

William Bouguereau, Twilight

I really like this man’s work

craigashforth: Scan of the line art for my latest Community fan...

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 15:26:00 -0400

craigashforth:

Scan of the line art for my latest Community fan art. Inspired by episode 3.16 and done in the style of a classic E.C. sci-fi/fantasy comic cover. Will colour soon.

Well Done

giovanamedeiros: Inspector Spacetime (by Giovana...

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 15:26:00 -0400

giovanamedeiros:

Inspector Spacetime (by Giovana Medeiros)

This is adorable!

tvandfilmringtones: Troy Barnes and Abed Nadir - “Troy and Abed...

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 15:23:00 -0400

tvandfilmringtones:

Troy Barnes and Abed Nadir - “Troy and Abed in the mooooorning!”

From Community.

Download the MP3 HERE

Community is Awesome! ‘nuff said.