Chill and quaff your best sparkling wine: Twitter and Bing have teamed up for real time action, and personally I'm calling it a marriage until the divorce papers are filed!
7/15/09
The marriage of Twitter and Bing
Chill and quaff your best sparkling wine: Twitter and Bing have teamed up for real time action, and personally I'm calling it a marriage until the divorce papers are filed!
New Etsy Shop offers handspun and dyed yarns
My daughter Maya's Etsy Shop Spring Tree Road opened this very day!
Handspun and dyed yarns along with her excellent photography will be on display so check it out...her shop opened with three offerings earlier today but it's down to one now with more items coming tomorrow.
Congratulations, Maya, you've come a long way since this portrait of you at 4 months old! Who knew?
All the Muches, Mom
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Blogger Play is a cool barrel of monkeys!
You may notice a new feature added in the sidebar - Blogger Play which displays random images published to Blogger by whosoever posts them. This must amount to an endless supply!
You can point your browser to an image and view the blog's address - then click on the image for a magic carpet ride to visit the blog - now how cool is that?
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You can point your browser to an image and view the blog's address - then click on the image for a magic carpet ride to visit the blog - now how cool is that?
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7/13/09
Evian Roller Babies video
Yes, I tried briefly to resist passing along this Evian Water Babies video but as you see, I failed miserably!
Sonia Sotomayor confirmation hearing begins 7.13.09
For a few notes including the astrological kind, here's a freshly published post on Judge Sonia Sotomayor's confirmation hearing which began this morning at 10:00 am edt on Capitol Hill.
You'll find that CSPAN's video feed link is available by clicking through.
Real Time Shenanigans!
Of note is what sounded to me like an angry outburst from a male at 10:45 am with Moon 00Ari03..."1 Aries" = "A Woman Has Arisen Out of the Ocean, a Seal Is Embracing Her."
I assert that this is such a woman who has surfaced from the other candidates into public awareness, and that the 'seal' is the Great Seal of the United States.
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You'll find that CSPAN's video feed link is available by clicking through.
Real Time Shenanigans!
Of note is what sounded to me like an angry outburst from a male at 10:45 am with Moon 00Ari03..."1 Aries" = "A Woman Has Arisen Out of the Ocean, a Seal Is Embracing Her."
I assert that this is such a woman who has surfaced from the other candidates into public awareness, and that the 'seal' is the Great Seal of the United States.
~:~
7/10/09
Robert Reich ready for a New Recovery
So is economist Robert Reich now openly touting a new economic recovery? Or is he shilling for a 'new world economic order' since the old one has been broken by precisely the select few who stand to gain the most from the establishment of an entirely new system?
The new system will be rigged on behalf of the power elite as was the old, not to fret. Guess they figured their centuries-old (English-banking) Ponzi scheme had gone as far as it would take them and their obscene profits, so it's time to trade in the old Brit jalopy and pass their incurred private debts into the hazy realm of socialism by way of The People's backs.
Screw the People! they croak from their ivory towers, ivy-encrusted medieval castles, and international banking penthouses. (Most of the power elite are bald as babies, I suspect, yet all their gold bars can't buy natural hair back onto their sweaty pates. Har.)
Well, It All Makes Ya Wonder...
Will synchronicity never cease?! How the NWO scripts of various promoters intertwine as if - as if they'd been planned for decades, or for centuries even!
And as I've said before, the proof will be in how these things work out, the results that issue forth from the actions of these 'experts' and their bosses, and how the consequences of their actions affect The People on a practical level.
For as another Source has well-advised: by their fruits ye shall know them.
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The new system will be rigged on behalf of the power elite as was the old, not to fret. Guess they figured their centuries-old (English-banking) Ponzi scheme had gone as far as it would take them and their obscene profits, so it's time to trade in the old Brit jalopy and pass their incurred private debts into the hazy realm of socialism by way of The People's backs.
Screw the People! they croak from their ivory towers, ivy-encrusted medieval castles, and international banking penthouses. (Most of the power elite are bald as babies, I suspect, yet all their gold bars can't buy natural hair back onto their sweaty pates. Har.)
Well, It All Makes Ya Wonder...
Will synchronicity never cease?! How the NWO scripts of various promoters intertwine as if - as if they'd been planned for decades, or for centuries even!
And as I've said before, the proof will be in how these things work out, the results that issue forth from the actions of these 'experts' and their bosses, and how the consequences of their actions affect The People on a practical level.
For as another Source has well-advised: by their fruits ye shall know them.
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7/7/09
G8 Summit in Italy and L'Aquila, the Eagle
If you missed it, some info has been published concerning the G8 Summit being held in L'Aquila, Italy which begins tomorrow, Wednesday, July 8, 2009. All the muckedy-mucks will be in attendance amongst the earthquaked ruins of L'Aquila.
But somehow I think a swank hotel will be at their disposal, don't you? With perhaps a little spa action to relax their weary bones? Poor little Atlases, carrying the weight of the world upon their frail, mortal shoulders!
You'll find that the post includes a few details on the constellation Aquila, the Eagle, and its Alpha star, Altair, the risk-taker who's determined to achieve.
That golden G8 Summit membership: only risk-takers need apply.
But somehow I think a swank hotel will be at their disposal, don't you? With perhaps a little spa action to relax their weary bones? Poor little Atlases, carrying the weight of the world upon their frail, mortal shoulders!
You'll find that the post includes a few details on the constellation Aquila, the Eagle, and its Alpha star, Altair, the risk-taker who's determined to achieve.
That golden G8 Summit membership: only risk-takers need apply.
7/5/09
'Cat Archaeologist' imported from TwitPic for reasons unknown
Now here's a small blogging experiment: I'm importing then re-publishing Cat Archaeologist from TwitPic just to see how things go.
(Update Monday: so far, not going - TwitPic link isn't live and I've yet to figure out why...more sleuthing later may repair the madness, till then go to Twitter to find TwitPic if you wish.)
Original post continues here...
Yes, TwitPic: a feature of Twitter but for uploading images.
Actually, I think that only one other example of my drawing efforts is now on display at TwitPic for the site's requirements cropped it rather savagely to squish the little pixels into a square peephole similar to the one you see here.
Voila! Rectangle displays as a square shape.
The other drawing Fonda and Friends was sold at auction in 2008 anyway so you missed the skiff on that one, matey...it sailed off with out ya!
Dude.
But if you're 17+ in years you may mosey by Cosmic Persona Designs for a brief tour of a lonely little Chiffonery Art Gallery where you'll find a list of alphabetized labels by theme and title so you may wander as you may.
Do feel free to click upon one or two of them for better viewing, if you so desire...
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If you need suggestions, here are three: Elsa Backstage, Sarah's Green Party, or perhaps Trixie in Repose.
Now all my images are only Art Designs in Drawing form: no photographs need apply, none taken, and no one the wiser. jc
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Some Disclosure May Be Necessary: you don't actually have to read this post at all since its title tells you there's nothing to discover herein by way of explanation for this deplorable situation of importage of my own artwork to this blog.
So why are you reading this?
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7/3/09
Longhorn cowfish in peril
New Scientist is reporting that Longhorn cowfish are in serious trouble, and all the Dreamyfish I know are keeping their fins on the pulse of this situation which concerns the disappearance of meadows of the sea.
Now how poetic is that - 'meadows of the sea'?
This worsening ecological condition is affecting other species as well so please check out the NS article, if you will, and try to give a dam*, for if we run out of salmon for our dinners it will be way too late.
We must Save Our Oceans!
Now how poetic is that - 'meadows of the sea'?
This worsening ecological condition is affecting other species as well so please check out the NS article, if you will, and try to give a dam*, for if we run out of salmon for our dinners it will be way too late.
We must Save Our Oceans!
The Statue of Liberty Oct 28, 1886
Having just spent most of this afternoon researching and writing about The Statue of Liberty, The New Colossus which was dedicated on Oct 28, 1886, you may wish to check out the post since tomorrow is America's Independence Day 2009.
Yes, America herself was and is The New Colossus and the New Atlantis of the New World, all concepts which deserve to be born in mind today when we hear politicians touting their new-world or one-world economic themes. They may sound lofty with a common good flavor, yet they speak on a much more practical level than most people give them credit for, and by the time the masses are fully awake to the power elite's true aims, America may be no longer recognizable.
Reminds you of the final scenes in Planet of the Apes with Liberty's crown and torch sticking out of the sands of time, doesn't it?
No? Well, perhaps it should.
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Yes, America herself was and is The New Colossus and the New Atlantis of the New World, all concepts which deserve to be born in mind today when we hear politicians touting their new-world or one-world economic themes. They may sound lofty with a common good flavor, yet they speak on a much more practical level than most people give them credit for, and by the time the masses are fully awake to the power elite's true aims, America may be no longer recognizable.
Reminds you of the final scenes in Planet of the Apes with Liberty's crown and torch sticking out of the sands of time, doesn't it?
No? Well, perhaps it should.
~~~
Food additives + the Deadly Nightshades
Jimson Weed and Moss, drawing by jude cowell 2009++Here is a good website with a well-organized list of food additives, who manufactures them, and which foods they're lurking in.
Yes, the most common two, sugar and salt, are included, as well as one of my main nemeses: high fructose corn syrup.
And are you sensitive to foods in the Deadly Nightshade family?
After a childhood of eating my Dad's delicious homegrown tomatoes (he was an excellent gardener, a Sun Taurus with Mercury in Taurus, too - and yes, a carpenter and stone mason!) I began to have skin rashes breaking out on my face, age 18. A dermatologist saw me and instantly said, "stop eating tomatoes and any foods to which they are added - and give up ketchup and spaghetti sauce."
This was my introduction to careful label reading in grocery stores where I discovered just how many processed foods in America have tomato products and flavorings added, even ones that don't taste tomatoey.
After two years of following his advice I was rash-free and now assume that the irritants had built up in my system, irritated my tummy lining, and become toxic to my inherited sensitivity. As you know, our skin is the body's last defense where toxins go when our systems can no longer deal with the build-up.
And as it turned out, my Dad had no sensitivity to tomatoes, but my Mother did.
Here's an article from Associated Content with more details about avoiding the Deadly Nightshade family in your diet.
To read, you must view a cameo from the night-blooming Jimson Weed drawing above in spite of all your finaglings.
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Deadly Nightshades: tomatoes, white potatoes, various peppers, paprika, eggplants, and tobacco. Oh! and belladonna which is used in some medications including natural/alternative ones. I think that's the complete list of the irritating culprits, but please leave a comment here if you know of more!
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Two new links have been added in the sidebar under Food and Diet: scroll down for iherb products and for the Baar Company link, a site from which I have recently ordered and have been very satisfied with the products and with the quick service.
6/30/09
Gone With the Wind: June 30, 1936
June 30 is the 73rd anniversary of the publishing of Margaret Mitchell's novel Gone With The Wind so I must critique myself as a very bad southerner for not noticing sooner!
(It's now 1:45 am edt, July 1 - GWTW's anniversary has ended so quickly...)
Miss Mitchell's novel won a Pulitzer Prize in 1937 with its depiction of the burning of Atlanta by Sherman's troops standing tall amongst the emotional angst and high romance of her well-drawn characters.
One of my fondest memories of my older sister is that she insisted on taking me downtown to see the film in spite of my parent's objections. That a 6-year-old should see Rhett Butler's sassy ways on the big screen is doubtful, but I thoroughly enjoyed the movie, its look and feel, the drama, flirtations, the beautiful fashions, and the southern manners and moxie.
Needless to say, I was completely won over by Gone With The Wind...and by those da*ned Yankees, too.
And naturally Brit actress Vivien Leigh became an instant favorite of mine though the controversy about her off-and-on again 'southern accent' still raged around me, but I didn't care and thought she was perfection in the role of Scarlett O'Hara.
In fact, I never got over my love of Scarlett's window-drapery creation of mossy green velvet with tassels and it probably undergirds (pun intended) some of my chiffon-satin-velvet drawing efforts of ladies and tasseled pillows over at Cosmic Persona Designs to this very evening.
Seeing and later reading Gone With The Wind also informed me of what I'd only heard mentioned when cotton fields still dotted my personal landscape - the slavery of human beings who looked exactly like people to me, and I never understood why they were not considered part of humanity by those who seemed more like animals for their cruelties, and were not anyone I'd like to get to know.
One example of this type of person was a landowner in Oglethorpe County, Georgia, by the name of James 'Jim' Smith who ran for governor twice in the state and lost both times. After a lifetime of hearing my father's tales of the man's cruel personality, I can only imagine how the monster's head would have enlarged from the swollen ego of a politician's victory.
Even now, not so far from where I sit and type into the night, there is a 'wide place in the road,' as my Daddy described in in later years, called Smithonia, Georgia. You can still see Smith's house, a two-story white number with a vault built around back, and one of his many barns still stands with a metal 'S' on its side. The vault was where King Midas counted his golden coins aplenty.
My Dad often told of Smith's railroad by which he transported bales of cotton and other products to port and to town, one of them being my hometown of Athens. All this was in the 1800s and into the early 1900s, of course, for that sort of plantation is long gone with the winds of time and change as was the fictional O'Hara family's way of life.
My Dad once heard the train whistles blow across the hills...
Original painting of the Rio Grande Engine 318 by Jan P. Rons
Since my father was born in 1908 on property next door to the Smith plantation which his ancestors had purchased from Jim Smith in 1821, he had memories of hearing Smith beating his slaves in the house. One can only imagine that such a hateful creature was difficult to please and I'm told that he became more cantankerous with age.
You've noticed that people seldom improve with age - if they were difficult in their younger years, they usually will only get worse as their aches increase! (I may resemble that cantankerous remark.)
Yet Smith played the stereotypical role of beneficent boss-dude, too, for each summer when the watermelons ripened he'd throw a huge picnic for everyone.
Some consolation that must have been.
But my Dad did say that it was always a good time for them all. With only birds for 'tweeting' and not much fun stuff going on around the countryside in those days, a big bunch of folks getting together for a pleasant reason would have been a huge deal. And you know how people back then appreciated good orators and expected them to speak for a goodly long time...even the politicians!!!
Where Jim Smith Now Lies Since December 1915...
The Jim Smith Mausoleum is set upon a hill within historic Oconee Hill Cemetery in downtown Athens where some of my family members were buried long ago (from my Mom's side, too) but it's full-up last I heard so you'll be settling for an official tour rather than an eternal nap if you should mosey that way.
But don't let that dissuade you, for Athens is only an hour-and-a-quarter's drive from Atlanta and quite an easy route to follow, if you've a mind and a steering wheel. We have lots of art and music as always, and you might even see a famous personage floating around the streets (not the ghost of Jim Smith, silly! The dead are unconscious and know nothing and have no part in anything under the Sun, you know - that's why it's called Eternal Rest) yet perhaps a musician or two might meet your gaze.
If you visit be sure to drive down Milledge Avenue which has the happy circumstance of being studded still with lovely ante-bellum homes though most now belong to UGA's Greek fraternities and sororities. It's a similar situation to castles of the British Isles that have to do something inventive to keep afloat thanks to size and costs of upkeep.
The University's Greek system has preserved the homes, however, and the avenue is quite a lovely street upon which to be born (not inside a huge ante-bellum relic though! And I was not born wearing a hoop skirt nor do I sport a southern accent. Sorry, Folks.)
Here's a link with a virtual tour of my hometown, and quite surprisingly the site informs me that Kiplinger's has named Athens, Georgia the 5th best place to live for 2009!
Why, I do declare, Miss Scarlett, I believe we're coming up in the world!
(It's now 1:45 am edt, July 1 - GWTW's anniversary has ended so quickly...)
Miss Mitchell's novel won a Pulitzer Prize in 1937 with its depiction of the burning of Atlanta by Sherman's troops standing tall amongst the emotional angst and high romance of her well-drawn characters.
One of my fondest memories of my older sister is that she insisted on taking me downtown to see the film in spite of my parent's objections. That a 6-year-old should see Rhett Butler's sassy ways on the big screen is doubtful, but I thoroughly enjoyed the movie, its look and feel, the drama, flirtations, the beautiful fashions, and the southern manners and moxie.
Needless to say, I was completely won over by Gone With The Wind...and by those da*ned Yankees, too.
And naturally Brit actress Vivien Leigh became an instant favorite of mine though the controversy about her off-and-on again 'southern accent' still raged around me, but I didn't care and thought she was perfection in the role of Scarlett O'Hara.
In fact, I never got over my love of Scarlett's window-drapery creation of mossy green velvet with tassels and it probably undergirds (pun intended) some of my chiffon-satin-velvet drawing efforts of ladies and tasseled pillows over at Cosmic Persona Designs to this very evening.
Seeing and later reading Gone With The Wind also informed me of what I'd only heard mentioned when cotton fields still dotted my personal landscape - the slavery of human beings who looked exactly like people to me, and I never understood why they were not considered part of humanity by those who seemed more like animals for their cruelties, and were not anyone I'd like to get to know.
One example of this type of person was a landowner in Oglethorpe County, Georgia, by the name of James 'Jim' Smith who ran for governor twice in the state and lost both times. After a lifetime of hearing my father's tales of the man's cruel personality, I can only imagine how the monster's head would have enlarged from the swollen ego of a politician's victory.
Even now, not so far from where I sit and type into the night, there is a 'wide place in the road,' as my Daddy described in in later years, called Smithonia, Georgia. You can still see Smith's house, a two-story white number with a vault built around back, and one of his many barns still stands with a metal 'S' on its side. The vault was where King Midas counted his golden coins aplenty.
My Dad often told of Smith's railroad by which he transported bales of cotton and other products to port and to town, one of them being my hometown of Athens. All this was in the 1800s and into the early 1900s, of course, for that sort of plantation is long gone with the winds of time and change as was the fictional O'Hara family's way of life.
My Dad once heard the train whistles blow across the hills...
Original painting of the Rio Grande Engine 318 by Jan P. Rons
Since my father was born in 1908 on property next door to the Smith plantation which his ancestors had purchased from Jim Smith in 1821, he had memories of hearing Smith beating his slaves in the house. One can only imagine that such a hateful creature was difficult to please and I'm told that he became more cantankerous with age.
You've noticed that people seldom improve with age - if they were difficult in their younger years, they usually will only get worse as their aches increase! (I may resemble that cantankerous remark.)
Yet Smith played the stereotypical role of beneficent boss-dude, too, for each summer when the watermelons ripened he'd throw a huge picnic for everyone.
Some consolation that must have been.
But my Dad did say that it was always a good time for them all. With only birds for 'tweeting' and not much fun stuff going on around the countryside in those days, a big bunch of folks getting together for a pleasant reason would have been a huge deal. And you know how people back then appreciated good orators and expected them to speak for a goodly long time...even the politicians!!!
Where Jim Smith Now Lies Since December 1915...
The Jim Smith Mausoleum is set upon a hill within historic Oconee Hill Cemetery in downtown Athens where some of my family members were buried long ago (from my Mom's side, too) but it's full-up last I heard so you'll be settling for an official tour rather than an eternal nap if you should mosey that way.
But don't let that dissuade you, for Athens is only an hour-and-a-quarter's drive from Atlanta and quite an easy route to follow, if you've a mind and a steering wheel. We have lots of art and music as always, and you might even see a famous personage floating around the streets (not the ghost of Jim Smith, silly! The dead are unconscious and know nothing and have no part in anything under the Sun, you know - that's why it's called Eternal Rest) yet perhaps a musician or two might meet your gaze.
If you visit be sure to drive down Milledge Avenue which has the happy circumstance of being studded still with lovely ante-bellum homes though most now belong to UGA's Greek fraternities and sororities. It's a similar situation to castles of the British Isles that have to do something inventive to keep afloat thanks to size and costs of upkeep.
The University's Greek system has preserved the homes, however, and the avenue is quite a lovely street upon which to be born (not inside a huge ante-bellum relic though! And I was not born wearing a hoop skirt nor do I sport a southern accent. Sorry, Folks.)
Here's a link with a virtual tour of my hometown, and quite surprisingly the site informs me that Kiplinger's has named Athens, Georgia the 5th best place to live for 2009!
Why, I do declare, Miss Scarlett, I believe we're coming up in the world!
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