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I went to see the controversial historian Daniel Pipes speak on Militant Islam yesterday. I admit in hindsight that I went with the intention of disliking the man and his views. His unflattering website is a vortex of bigotry and ignorance, propogating the hatemongering of Bible-belt dropouts who know little to nothing about the Muslim faith. For example, his weblog "Advice to Non-Muslim Women against Marrying Muslim Men" was greeted with dozens of comments on the backward brutality and infidelity of Middle Eastern men as a whole.

So yes, I went in with the preconceived notion that this man was a Grade-A Douche. I still think he is a bit of an ideologue and a total bigot (AKA Mr. Douchebaggersons) when it comes to the Palestinian/Israeli conflict, but he gave a rather moderate speech on "Islamism" that attempted to avoid as much backlash as possible. What really pissed me off was the fact that the fat Brooklynite (president of MEANS, who "act in the interests of American national security against the Middle East") who invited him to speak fielded all the questions that were to be asked to Dr. Pipes. She rifled through the basket of questions, carefully choosing which ones were appropriate. Bitch couldn't even read properly. The lecture, and the Q&A, were ultimately vague and lifeless. I did not come away with any new information, but I also did not "boo" the speech, because it also wasn't entirely untrue. What he said did not warrent a reaction in me. It was mostly air.

What really discusted me, absolutely appalled me, was the attitude of some of the people who came to see the talk last night. A group of Muslim students (one with an awesome sign that said Zionism = Racism, mad props) came out to protest. A group was handing out fliers with a letter on one side and a list of Pipe's quotes on the other. As a friend of mine handed a copy to a white haired woman plastered in makeup, she asked "is this for or against him?" To which my friend replied, "that's for you to decide, if you'd like to read it." So the Q-tip gets bitchy, suddenly and says "you can't sway me, I've already made up my mind and you can't change it. I survived the Holocaust." Vague. Irritating. Ideologue. Later I see her smiling coyly at Pipes, applauding furiously after the Q&A. You'd think that someone who experienced genocide first hand would abhor racism in any form. Then I realized when she had applauded again...when he gave the two "options" he saw for the Palestinian/Israeli conflict: 1. All the Zionists are murdered and Palestinians reclaim their land in an all out bloody war. 2. Israel is recognized. He plainly stated that there could be no diplomacy, no sharing. Ugh. The whitehair could have easily said "I survived the Holocaust, we Jews deserve our own state for all that we've been through (and ignore any atrocites we might concoct in our pursuit of it.)"

That was not the height of the hatred. If I believed in demons, the next woman would be one of the Devil's closest. A bugged out old woman with bright red lipstick smeared over her stroke-dead face screamed "Go home! Get out! Go back to your country and stop ruining ours!" Every fiber in my body was tense with the stress of not strangling this woman on the spot. The Muslim group stood, solid and quiet, not giving the bitch an inch. There were so many elderly people sneering at the Muslim men and women throughout the speech. Whispers of "terrorist" and obscene stereotypes were intentionally loud enough to be heard. So much ignorance. I hate it.

I may not agree with the Muslim faith, but I have no problem with the people who do believe. When I speak to a person of a different faith I ask questions about the religion to try and understand. If I have a moral problem, I do not attack that person, but rather try to rationalize the idea by asking specifics. Like all good philosophers say, "attack the idea, not the person." For example, I don't agree with the idea of wearing the Hijab, but I would never insult a person for wearing one. I might ask, if it is appropriate, why the particular person chooses to wear a headcovering. But I would never scold them, or berate them for their choice nor would I jeer at their reason. I could say the same for Christian men and women who choose to wear or display a cross, or an Orthodox Jew who decides to grow his hair a certain way.

Respect people. There should be no room for hatred in our lives. People have every right to be angry, but direct your anger at the ideas. As long as bigoted, uninformed, racist ideas are in existence (which, sadly, they may always be) there will be bigots, ignorance, and racists. If the ideas are eradicated, then people will follow suit. Forget tolerance, we need acceptance.

There is nothing scarier than deep sea creatures.  

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Species: Promachoteuthis sulcus.

This is a real creature. It has a creepy human mouth.

Species: Eurypharynx pelecanoides

Species: Anoplogaster cornuta

Species: Grimpoteuthis

Well, this guy is kinda cute.

The most amazing thing...  

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Direct carving is the most incredible art form.

I really want to learn how to carve marble. It's years of painstaking work, and there can be NO mistakes. I want one aspect of my life with that kind of discipline.

And yea, I'm fucking nuts.

Sick day...  

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So I missed my first classes of the semester. I made it through Pre-Classical Art only to vomit midway through lunch. Getting sick in a school bathroom is re-dick-u-los. When you are in the comfort of your own home, you can snuggle the toilet as you puke your brains out. Not so in a public restroom. I had to hover my face over the bowl without touching the seat. Gross. Mission Impossible: In-School vomiting.

So anyway, I missed a drawing class and a Renaissance art class. I never miss class so I'm a bit perturbed about the whole ordeal. At least I got to check out the new LOLcats and catch up on some quality napping time.


Afraid to dream.  

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I have a reoccurring dream of losing all of my teeth. I'm usually sitting with friends or at school eating something or talking when suddenly, my teeth feel loose and fall out within minutes. Sometimes I even travel to the dentist in my dreams, holding my teeth in my hands, horrified.

Last night I had a dream that I was slicing tiny cuts into my boyfriend's ex-girlfriend's (no issues there...yeah, sure) forehead and putting little shards of metal into the wounds. I closed all the wounds so she would have horrible raised scars and then tattooed "SLUT" across her face in deep lines again and again. My boyfriend was next to me, like an aide. He already had the word "LIAR" on his face in raised letters. When I was finished, I woke the girl up and screamed "I AM THE BUTCHER"

I guess it's a deep seated, unconscious fury.
I don't like it.

Thou shall always kill.  

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This man is genius.

we played spin the bottle and stole plastic baby jesus  

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A wonderful high school friend of mine, the glorious Shanon Weltman, has a bea-ti-ful portfolio...


My favorite, the story of my life...um?


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I've had quite a few irrational fears over the course of my life, partially stemming from the genetic neurosis my mom has bestowed upon me, and partially from some inherent craziness. I've overcome many of them, so in the Halloween spirit, I'd like to share with you my wall o' fear.

Fishing Hooks (Semi-over it)

I think this stems from the time my brother hooked himself through the tendons of his finger after catching a fish in my aunt's back yard. There's something about that little barb that still creeps me out.

Pelicans (Most Disgusting Bird Award)

Ugh. They are awkward, have huge, rancid, flabby jowls tipped with sharp little beaks, beady little eyes...I really hate these things. They also have a tendency to swoop, and I am not a big fan of bird swooping....at me. I got bit by one of these as a kid (TRAUMA!) while trying to feed little fish to a giant tarpon in the Keys.

Snake birds/Egrets (TERROR!)

Well, not terrifying anymore, but as a child these were the creatures of my nightmares. I'd dream of giant, 8 foot tall snake birds with their long creepy necks pecking at my windows, intent on eating my insides. I don't care what you say, these things are creepy.

Being Buried Alive/under Rubble (Greatest Fear)

This is one that I can't get over. It freaks me out to the greatest degree. Whenever I'm in a tall building, or on a subway, I get a little worried about it crushing me in rubble. The whole 9/11 movie did NOT help. Worst.


I do it pretty regularly, including 4 12-hour plus trips to and from Europe. It had been awhile since I had flipped out while flying until I went to St. Vincent over Spring Break. You take a tiny ass plane, and as you walk up to it on the runway you notice little things, like...oh...I don't know...SHOELACES tied together holding the prop from swinging in the wind. And once you get on, its really a party. There is a fine duct tape interior, holding up lights and parts. The flight attendent has one of those clunky oxygen tubes that elderly people push around if cabin pressure drops, and hands out Juicy Juice boxes 30 minutes into the flight. The best part of this wonderful experience is how the plane dips and shudders every time the pilot lets off the throttle. WHAT JOY!!

But honestly, my general fear of flying (in real planes) was only abated once I faced up to it. A good friend of mine is a pilot. She took me up in a little 2-seat Cessna, and although I almost shat my pants, I consider the ride a huge accomplishment.

Just a little post...  

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What time period would you place this work in? And from where?
Modern, say 1940s? Maybe a antique Maori work from New Zealand?

And this one? Was it the influence for the first, or influenced by it? Is it a limestone head from ancient Egypt? A Sumerian death pit find?

Let me tell you!

The first image shows three figurines from the Cycladic Period, from around 2500 BCE.

The bottom work is entitled Head, sculpted by Amedeo Modigliani in 1911.

If you knew this, bravo! You are smarter than I was this morning. If not, isn't it quite interesting, how some days it seems for all of our civilization, we've really gotten nowhere?

To what point and purpose?  

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Intruders at Paris' Orsay damage a Monet

PARIS (AP) — Intruders entered the Orsay Museum early Sunday and punched a hole in a renowned work by Impressionist painter Claude Monet, the French culture minister said. She described the damage as an attack on "our memory, our patrimony."

A surveillance camera caught a group entering the museum, which houses a major collection of Impressionist art on the Left Bank of the French capital along the Seine River. An alarm sounded and the group left, but not before damaging an invaluable painting, "Le Pont d'Argenteuil," an aide to Culture Minister Christine Albanel said by telephone. No arrests were immediately made.

Albanel told France-Info radio that the painting could be restored, but she deplored the attack on "our memory, our patrimony."

"This splendid Monet painting punched right in the middle," the minister said with emotion.

According to the aide, a 4-inch tear was made in the Monet. The official, not authorized to speak publicly on the matter, asked not to be named. Monet led the 19th century Impressionist movement, experimenting notably with light and color in works now deemed priceless.

"Le Pont d'Argenteuil" shows a view of the Seine at a rural bend, featuring a bridge and boats. Albanel told France-Info that she would seek improved security in museums and stronger sanctions against those who desecrate art. The break-in occurred during Paris' annual all-night festival which brings thousands of people into the streets for concerts and exhibits.

Excerpts from Livescience.com  

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I really just love how Bigfoot is number 2 of the site's Top Ten Unexplained Phenomena.

"For decades, large, hairy, manlike beasts called Bigfoot have occasionally been reported by eyewitnesses across America. Despite the thousands of Bigfoot that must exist for a breeding population, not a single body has been found. Not one has been killed by a hunter, struck dead by a speeding car, or even died of natural causes. In the absence of hard evidence like teeth or bones, support comes down to eyewitness sightings and ambiguous photos and films. Since it is logically impossible to prove a universal negative, science will never be able to prove that creatures like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness monster do not exist, and it is possible that these mysterious beasts lurk far from prying eyes."

Once again, I believe my "Guy-in-a-big-parka-because-its-cold Theory" holds water.

Even better, the section titled The Top 10 Intelligent Designs (or Creation Myths)

Already, with number 10, we've struck gold.
"With its bounty of brawny, barrel-chested gods and buxom goddesses, the ancient Norse religion of the Scandinavian and Germanic countries is truly the creation myth for fans of both pro wrestling and heavy metal music. According to Norse lore, before there was Earth (Midgard), there was Muspell, a fiery land guarded by the fire sword-wielding Surt; Ginnungagap, a great void, and Niflheim, a frozen ice-covered land. When the cold of Niflheim touched the fires of Muspell, the giant Ymir and a behemothic cow, Auehumla, emerged from the thaw. Then, the cow licked the god Bor and his wife into being. The couple gave birth to Buri, who fathered three sons, Odin, Vili, and Ve. The sons rose up and killed Ymir and from his corpse created from his flesh, the Earth; the mountains from his bones, trees with his hair and rivers, and the seas and lakes with his blood. Within Ymires hollowed-out skull, the gods created the starry heavens. What can we say: Pure metal magic!!"

The writers of this fine website obviously know nothing of heavy metal, or they would have included scorpions, barbed wire, and riffs.

I'm glad this site placed "The Genesis of the Judeo-Christian and Islamic Faiths" under the category myths (literalistic believers be damned!) Somehow, though, this is considered number one. Personally I find Greek, Hindu and Egyptian myths infinitely more entertaining. C'mon, who wants pray to one, boring, lonely god. I like the "party-mentality" of the pantheistic religions. Are you into wheat? I've got the god for you! Really like the easterly winds? There is a special immortal someone who shares your taste.

You here for the eternal party? Bacchus has the vino (or mojitos if you prefer!) and Apollo is DJing it up. Watch out for the Centaur frat, those mofos can party!


Right of passage? Nah, but it looks sweet.  

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I've been pondering a new tattoo for about 6 months now. I want to cover my right lower leg. I'm quite attracted to the idea of a triumphant heroine, preferably crushing oppression/oppressors. It's kind of the "per aspera ad astra" idea. I'm graduating in December with a BA in History and a second BA in Art History. I am graduating summa cum laude in both fields. I am a member of Phi Alpha Theta Honor Society and the Golden Key International Honours Society. It may not sound like much, but for a first generation college student who missed 200+ days of high school and became a nihilist at a young age, it is so much.

The tattoo would represent my triumph over my past: Childhood and teenage sickness and depression, anxiety, abuse, and fear; the lack of support from high school teachers and family; going into college with no guidance, totally blind; every single person who called me a failure, who said I would be a "lazy fucking pig" (direct quote) for the rest of my life. It is also a triumph over the oppressive religion I was raised with and lived under in fear for so many years. It is breaking free of all the institutions that held happiness and freedom at arm's length.

To all this shit I reply I DID IT.
And I'm not stopping now, mofos.

Eugène Delacroix
Liberty Leading the People (28 July 1830)
Oil on canvas
Louvre, Paris, France.

Winged Victory (Nike of Samothrace)
Attributed to Pythokritos
Marble, 8' h,
c. 200-190 B.C.
Louvre, Paris

Le Sigh  

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I need baby bunnies for smiles.

My Uncle is dying  

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There is no easier way to put it. I love this man, he has almost always been in my life. I don't know how to write something to accurately describe how I feel. I feel sick, devastated, confused, and hopeless. I'm consoling my mom, "being strong for her," but I really just want to curl up and cry, or tear my hair out screaming.

My mother's best friend, Troy, whom I consider an uncle. He is hilarious and has a huge heart, not to mention a great attitude towards all things inappropriate.

He has lung cancer that has spread to his brain. Troy is currently in critical condition.

I don't pray. Can't do it, such is the problem of nihilism.
But at times like this, I hope I'm wrong about the world. I wish that I could tell him, honestly, that there will be a glorious light after this, that he will see us again. I want to believe that. There is nothing that I'd like better than a heaven for those I love. But I can't, and it devastates me.

I don't know what else to say. I am certain death is the end, oblivion. But it hurts so fucking much.

Scans from work  

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Some of these books are hilarious. Authors in the 1940s and 50s obviously didn't have to verify any of their terrifying factoids.

I really like how this one looks like one of those dudes on To Catch a Predator. Except instead of having sex with young boys, he is spying on the United States...

Ever wonder what I do at work?  

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Wonder no more, children!

I make websites, organize collections, and amuse myself with our awesome Socialit propaganda. Remember, it is FAU library, and a certain amount of boring has to be considered when making said sites. But I have fun all the same. It beats working at Target (ewwwww....)


My latest creation:

I also blog, apparently.

I pretend to love history...  

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...but my true love is pups.

Cimabue and Giotto  

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Cimabue the "Father of Painting"
Crucifix (Christus Patiens)
Panel, 448 x 390 cm
Museo dell'Opera di Santa Croce, Florence

Cimabue is trying to break out of the Byzantine mold, but Christ still appears to be very stylized and formulaic. In spite of this, the strange contrapostto of the figure and transparent drapery show a definite break with the Middle Ages. Crucifixes like this one were made to be hung in the aspe of a church.

The Madonna in Majesty (Maestà)
Tempera on panel, 385 x 223 cm
Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence

This Madonna is still highly stylized, set in the typical gold leaf background. The large, almond eyes, elongated nose and small lips are all vestiges of Byzantine creations. Tempura paintings of Mary, the Saints, and Christ were stern, unapproachable, otherworldly. Stoic, inhumanabstractions stripped away human individuality and placed the figures on a different plane.

Giotto "The Great Master"
Tempera on wood, 578 x 406 cm
Santa Maria Novella, Florence

Giotto was interested in transforming the Classical sculptures he studied into painted images. He wanted to convey the mass and weight of human beings on a flat surface, in ways lost to the Middle Ages. His early Crucifix elaborates on the work done by Cimabue. Christ now hangs limply on the cross, his body more naturalistic than ever. One can see where gravity pulls his body.

Last Judgment
Fresco, 1000 x 840 cm
Cappella Scrovegni (Arena Chapel), Padua

Many of Giotto's frescos can be seen at the Arena Chapel at Padua. The Last Judgement, scenes from the life of Mary, and the Passion of the Christ are depicted in numerous frescos. Many churchgoers of Giotto's day were illiterate, and these paintings were indespensible for teaching the masses the word of the lord.

No. 26 Scenes from the Life of Christ: 10. Entry into Jerusalem
Fresco, 200 x 185 cm
Cappella Scrovegni (Arena Chapel), Padua

Here we can see Giotto's interest in the weight of figures and the way drapery falls on the human body. Giotto was not afraid to show figures in many different positions, a break from the Byzantine frontal rigidity. The figures are humanized, earthly. Giotto also breaks with tradition by painting a blue sky rather than using gold leaf.

No. 36 Scenes from the Life of Christ: 20. Lamentation (The Mourning of Christ)
Fresco, 200 x 185 cm
Cappella Scrovegni (Arena Chapel), Padua

In his Lamentation, Giotto exhibits his understanding of spatial relationships. The picture clearly shows a fore-, middle- and background. Two figures in the foreground have their backs to the viewer, something unheard of in the century previous. The figures show emotion, their faces contorted in individual grief.

Images from http://www.wga.hu/

Wednesday Morning  

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Wake up at 6am.
Trip over shit on the floor.

Eat cereal/oatmeal/cream of wheat.
Take pills.

Gather pile of things to bring to school.
Get in the car at 7am. Spiders always make webs in the most inappropriate places. In between the bush and my sideview mirror. Really?

Ponder absurd dream.

Arrive at school.

Take midterm at 8am. Get compliment from teacher on dinosaur bag. Who came first, Narem-Sin or Ashernaserpal? Easy.

Walk to library. Get grilled by some Queen Bitch.

See a squirrel eating a french fry. Dig that.

Sit at computer. Look at CuteOverload.


12:35 AM  

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for hours

every day.


I get

to sleep

I dream only

of chimeras and

many disappointments.