Ooops, I Broke My Pancreas!
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My pancreas went on vacation, and all I got was a lousy case of Diabetes.
Happy World Diabetes Day to our T1D and T2D fam from I Heart Guts! And if
you'r...
Monday, January 25, 2016
Friday, January 22, 2016
THE BIGGEST NOPE: Herbal Tampons
So these were used in the middle ages and early renaissance to convince the womb to move up or down. In Germany they were called Mütterzapfchen. Good smelling things would move it down through attraction. I think we all know our womb isn't the animal described by Aristotle. Do don't put leaves in your cooch.
See an article on this new fad HERE.
Here is more on THE WANDERING WOMB.
And as a bonus, THE WEIRD HISTORY OF TAMPONS.
See an article on this new fad HERE.
Here is more on THE WANDERING WOMB.
from here
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Video Art by Albert Omoss
form m09 - peer pressure from Albert Omoss on Vimeo.
Emoji Birth from Albert Omoss on Vimeo.
F5 2015 - Entangle from Albert Omoss on Vimeo.
form n11 - objectification from Albert Omoss on Vimeo.
The Art of Marwane Pallas
These are from a series called Doctrine of Signatures, which is an antiquated theory that things which look similar work together--i.e. walnuts are good for the brain because they look like it
more HERE
The Pornographic Writings of Robert Burns
Read this article on his poem "The Merry Muses," about a well-endowed ambassador.
And there's more where that came from.
And there's more where that came from.
Monday, January 18, 2016
Prostitution of the Past
Or, as one researcher/tweeter calls it, Whores of Yore.
Here are a few bits:
Here are a few bits:
Go to the page and see more!
John Dee Painting Hiding Skulls
Read about it at THE GUARDIAN
And some more John Dee craziness: http://hyperallergic.com/267999/reassembling-the-lost-library-of-a-16th-century-magician-who-spoke-to-angels/
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Friday, January 15, 2016
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Shameless Wikipedia Text Sharing
Wikipedia on the Least Weasel:
Thanks RS!
The Ancient Macedonians believed that to see a least weasel
was a good omen. In some districts of Macedon, women who suffered from
headaches after having washed their heads in water drawn overnight would assume
that a weasel had previously used the water as a mirror, but they would refrain
from mentioning the animal's name for fear that it would destroy their clothes.
Similarly, a popular superstition in southern Greece had it that the least
weasel had previously been a bride, who was transformed into a bitter animal
which would destroy the wedding dresses of other brides out of jealousy.[38]
According to Pliny the Elder, the least weasel is the only animal capable of
killing the basilisk;
To this dreadful monster the effluvium of the weasel is
fatal, a thing that has been tried with success, for kings have often desired
to see its body when killed; so true is it that it has pleased Nature that
there should be nothing without its antidote. The animal is thrown into the
hole of the basilisk, which is easily known from the soil around it being
infected. The weasel destroys the basilisk by its odour, but dies itself in
this struggle of nature against its own self.[39]
The Chippewa believed that the least weasel could kill the
dreaded wendigo giant by rushing up its anus.[40] In Inuit mythology, the least
weasel is credited with both great wisdom and courage, and whenever a mythical
Inuit hero wished to accomplish a valorous task, he would generally change
himself into a least weasel.[41] According to Matthew Hopkins, a witch hunter
general during the English Civil War, least weasels were the familiars of
witches.[42]
Thanks RS!
Monday, January 11, 2016
A Tribute to David Bowie #1
Today, like every other day, a life vanished. This life left a legacy both complex and contemplative, shared with viewers, listeners, readers, and dreamers.
Here are a few thoughts from Tilda Swinton:
The image of that gingery boney pinky whitey person on the cover with the liquid mercury collar bone was - for one particular young moonage daydreamer - the image of planetary kin, of a close imaginary cousin and companion of choice
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We are -
And you brought us out of the wainscotting like so many
Freaky old bastards
Like so many fan boys and girls
Like so many loners and pretty things and dandies and dudes and dukes and duckies and testicular types
And pulled us together
Full speech HERE
And Bowie's answers to Proust's questionnaire:
Neil Gaiman's The Return of the Thin White Duke can be found HERE
And on his insistence that his Lucifer figure be based on Bowie HERE
And some lyrics:
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins
the branches to the sky
I'm sinking in the quicksand
of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore
Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes
with death's release
"Eight Line Poem"
The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins
the branches to the sky
Thursday, January 7, 2016
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