I like to dance in the sunshine

And this is a good reason to do so.

Yeah. I belong to them now. I don’t have a brand on my skin or anything, but I’m part of that group. Go over there and say hi.

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Published in: on May 4, 2010 at 12:02 pm  Leave a Comment  

I spread my Origami seed to the Virgin Islands!

And the title really sounds dirty, but it isn’t, I swear! A very nice lady by the name of Caroline Dobrynski Shields, (for those who Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=6101742&ref=ts) was getting married in the Virgin Islands, and I offered to do some pretty rad decorations for her wedding. Well, I finished everything according to plan, and after an incredible waiting time, here are the pictures of the origami in use:

Pretty in turqoise

Here are the maids of honor and the flower bouquets

And I’ll get more in this post as soon as I get back from school. So, whoever is reading this, check back in a couple of hours.

EDIT:

More pictures!

There.

Published in: on April 7, 2010 at 12:01 pm  Comments (1)  

EcoEtsy Silent Auction for Earth Day

I made one. That’s right, ladies and gents, I am officially a do-gooder. Not just five percent, like those Target Shoppers. I am giving a full donation to these guys:

I hope that it actually counts for something. Every so often I get a bit of paranoia that makes no sense, rationally. I start to think that all I do is collected and watched by a big agency which I can’t detect but I know is there.

But it is not.

*Due to the fact that my store per se is not part of amazing EcoEtsy Team (yet), but my family definitely is via my mom’s store (tanjasova.etsy.com), I have contributed via George’s origami section in her store.

EDIT: It is officially now submitted under my name! I left the original text in strikethrough so that this edit makes sense!

Published in: on March 27, 2010 at 12:53 am  Leave a Comment  

The Apple Tree

Discord Bears Fruit in Chaos

The tree of golden apples

Allriiiiiighty, kiddies, it’s ancient history time.

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Sing, Muse, of the petty arguments, the Court of Paris, and the War of Troy.

It was a very calm and peaceful day on Olympus. Eris, the Goddess of Chaos and Discord (you’re supposed to capitalize the letters) sought to fix this, for it was an antithesis to all she stood for, and a girl has to keep in shape, don’tcha know.  Eris took a solid gold apple (the equivalent of a Grammy award, Nobel Prize, and Miss Universe rolled into one) and inscribed on it in a pretty anonymous hand “to the fairest”. She most casually strolled (wafted on a thundercloud, whatever) next to Olympus, and dropped it in the middle of Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom, Aphrodite, the Goddess of Physical Love, and Hera, the Goddess of Marriage, Zeus’ wife. Which immediately resulted in a catfight for the apple.

(You would think that Athena at the least would be wise enough not to fall for the ploy. Vanity is such a terrible thing to behold.)

The bickering eventually grew so loud that the trio decided to have a third party (or fourth, for those keeping track) judge to whom the Apple goes. Athena proposed a scholar, and was promptly shouted down. Aphrodite nominated a fellow who was quite the Don Juan at the time, and was similarly denied. Hera chose the only person who could have been impartial, a shepherd in the mountains, somewhere north of Thebes. The other two agreed, grumbling quietly.

The young fellow was named Paris. But, unlike his modern namesake, he had more than just wire and bits of fluff between his ears. He was, therefore, able to understand the significance of three glowing women of great beauty which appeared out of nowhere.

“Which of us is the most fair?” They inquired of him. This is when Paris gets a really sly grin on his face. Imagine a cartoon mouse that just got a free ticket to a factory of cheese. Like that. So he says, most ceremonially and ritually,

“Take it off.”

To which the Goddesses responded “No, do you realize who you are talking to, and who do you think you are?”

“I am the man you chose to decide which is the fairest. I set the conditions. Now take your clothes off.”

And so they did. And Paris saw some pretty fine divine bootay. Which was cool with him. But he could not decide which one was the BEST, and this is when the bribery comes in.

Hera whispered to him (keep in mind they’re all still in their birthday suits):

“I can make you King of all men, if you choose me.”

Athena said:

“I can make you the wisest man in the world, if you say I am the most beautiful.”

And Aphrodite said:

“You can have the most beautiful woman in the world as your wife, if you say I am the most beautiful.”

Remember, Paris is not exactly thinking with his head here, but you really can’t blame him, he’s only an adolescent male. The choice naturally fell for Aphrodite.

(Eris is watching from behind a rock. The disrobing made her day, the results would probably keep her happy for a decade.)

Aphrodite captured Helen and took her and Paris to Troy, were they would be safe. Athena and Hera promptly instructed their worshipers to make war unto Troy. I guess being a Goddess makes you a very sore loser indeed.

And thus, the Trojan war. It lasted for more than ten years, and slaughtered thousands. The city of Priam was awash with blood.

And what of the Apple, which started and decided the entire War? It in itself was innocent. It grew at the end of the world, in a garden. The garden was guarded by Zeus’s daughters and a dragon with a thousand mouths and no toothbrush. It was Hera’s wedding gift (the Garden, not the Dragon).

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Here’s the link, ladies and gentlemen! http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=37462052

Published in: on December 28, 2009 at 9:44 pm  Leave a Comment  

Italics make everything more credible, don’t they?

There is a link between athletic performance and emotions (duh). Not just the euphoria of winning, the frustration of loss, or the silly of running 26 miles. I was thinking more along the lines of what chemicals affect pain perception and limits. This, in retrospect rather obvious, revelation came to me when I was simultaneously laughing, PO-ed at being late, and running like the Devil himself was chasing me (although I think in a fair race, he would lap me twenty times). But anyway. I felt none of the usual sharp and dull pain that I associate with running until after stopping. Then it hit me like a wall of squishy, ground bone and meat filled bricks.

Published in: on November 13, 2009 at 1:40 am  Leave a Comment  

My precious…

I have found an interesting parallel between Lord of the Rings and today’s cosmetic and plastic surgery mindset. The one Ring is a great object of power, but it also preserves and retainst the appearance of youth in those who obtain it. But this comes at a terrible cost, as extended contact thins and stretches the user, inducing disgust and addiction. Eventually the wearer simply fades away into less than a shadow.

Plastic surgery is obviously more available than the One Ring. It does signify power, it controls one’s appearance of age, extending life, beauty, glamour. Even better, it eventually reduces you to a withered husk for a body and personality.

Remember that Smeagol was once very Hobbit-like? That his Precious earned him hatred in his community, and eventual banishment? He was reduced to living in a cave, secluded, old, eating raw fish. That’s what fighting death brings. Misery and poor teeth.

Published in: on November 13, 2009 at 1:06 am  Comments (1)  

We are drawing from a bit of an emo vein here

Pardon the wrist slitting subtle reference.

 

“Friendship divides our sorrows and multiplies our joys”

-Swedish Proverb

 

This statement claims that just by getting friends, your life will get miraculously better, because the more friends you have, the more joyful you will be. I really think this is under explained at best, lies at worst. Tom from Myspace is the first evidence of this. Have you ever seen him smile, truly smile? The image of him in front of the chalkboard doesn’t count.

Friendship is more of a hive mind situation. When I say hive mind, I do not mean the single consciousness most of us imagine. It is not a clean, humanoid, sane, mind. It doesn’t have thoughts, per se. Rather, it is the result of many interactions between sometimes expendable individuals. Society is other people. When someone say “they” or “someone”, “they” are you. And your sister in Indiana. Anyone within the sphere of influence of that particular group is also part of it.

Therefore, yes, friendship divides your sorrows. But it hands it to everyone else you talk to, with a little (vague scatological expletive) on the side for good measure. And by reciprocation, most other people’s joy is also part yours. The overall effect has HUGE potential to drown us in stimulae. No man is an island, said John Donne. But we are. For to be totally immersed would result in having what little individuality consumerism allows for to assimilate into the unit.

 

Published in: on November 13, 2009 at 12:56 am  Leave a Comment  

A Proverb

A proverb says that as you go down life’s highway, you should stop and smell the roses. I strongly disagree. The human race has fed itself into a positive feedback loop with some very negative results. We are working longer hours, are more stressed than has been known since the medieval ages, and thus so many are in such miserable conditions that if they were to comprehend their situation, (smell the coffee) the few good things would be drowned in overwhelming despair, nihilism, and other unhappy thoughts. I am personally in such a financial situation. I have remained more or less sane and non-depressed (if that’s not a word, it is now) due to the fact I never think about it. If you’re submerged in a swimming pool of molasses, the only things you can do are flail your arms ineffectively or to ignore it. The human race is ridiculously good at doing that.

Published in: on November 13, 2009 at 12:37 am  Leave a Comment  

O Hai guize.

The next several posts will be from my literature class (I am the author of the text). Enjoy!

Published in: on November 13, 2009 at 12:30 am  Leave a Comment  

You may meow kiss the bride

I had the privilege of witnessing a cat wedding. This is what the last part sounded like (with a parallel English translation)

Bride and Groom

Bride and Groom

Meow meow, meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow?

Do you, Gregory Allan Meowski, take Anastasia Fillipovna to be your meowfully wedded wife?

Meow Meow

I do.

Meow meow, meow meow, meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow?

Do you, Anastasia Fillipovna, take Gregory Allan Meowski to be your meowfully wedded husband?

Meow meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooow.

(sorry, tape glitch)

Meow meow.

I do.

Meow meow meow meow meow meow.

Mew may meow kiss the bride.

(lots of cat kissing. wolf whistles [meows?] from the crowd)

Published in: on June 15, 2009 at 4:13 pm  Comments (2)