17 September 2013 - Spider buddy
Did I save my roommate from a spider, or save the spider from my roommate? I dunno, but I like him! He’s a biggun!
Oh, and I’m pretty sure that if my mom saw him, she would die.
13 August 2013 - Denver Art Museum 2
Monkey God. I so want this in my house.
From the DAM website:
Who Made It?
This wooden sculpture was carved by an unknown artist during the 1800s in Southern India (perhaps in the regions of Tamil Nadu or Kerala). This sculpture shows Hanuman, the Hindu monkey-god, kneeling in devotion to the god Rama. Rama is a form of the Hindu god Vishnu, one of the most important gods in the Hindu tradition and the protector and preserver of the universe. The figure, carved on all sides, would originally have been painted in vivid colors and carried in a Hindu festival procession. This sculpture would have probably been regularly re-painted for festival appearances. The artist carved carefully defined muscles to show Hanuman’s incredible strength, and flowers and jewelry to decorate the body.
What Inspired It?
This sculpture was carved to honor the monkey-god Hanuman during Hindu festivals. In Hindu tradition, Hanuman was the son of the wind god. As a youth, Hanuman got in trouble with the gods and was struck down. His father, seeing his beloved son lying helpless, drew in a mighty breath and sucked away all the air from the cosmos. “Let all those who have harmed my son choke to death,” he thought aloud. Predictably, there was panic in the cosmos. Without air, life on every level was threatened. The gods, realizing their folly, went in unison and asked for forgiveness. To make amends, they showered blessings and powers on the monkey child. As a result, Hanuman received a power greater than even that of his father: speed faster than the mightiest wind. One well-known story tells of Hanuman’s strength when he helped Rama, one of the most important Hindu deities, recover his wife from a demon. In his devotion to Rama, Hanuman is upheld as a model for human devotion to the gods. His image reminds the viewer to humbly and devotedly serve god. This sculpture shows Hanuman kneeling in devotion to Rama, his face animated and his hands gesturing elegantly. During festivals, villagers would have placed garlands of fresh flowers (marigolds and chrysanthemums were frequently used) over the carved flowers that Hanuman wears. The figure was carried on the shoulders of several men.
16 August 2013 - Cap’n Crunch
Oh, I miss it so much.
29 August 2013 - Coconuts
In Hawaii, there are coconuts. I didn’t see them so much on Oahu, except for the one I found washed up on the beach, but Maui had many many coconut-bearing palms, and Martijn and I made it a sort of game to find green coconuts that had fallen but not burst open completely.
I had troubles cracking my first coconut on Oahu, and thus I had to leave it behind, unopened, when we went to Maui. I managed to get this one open by just throwing it on the pavement outside. Too bad this was totally last minute, and I didn’t get the chance to enjoy the meat. But look at it! It is perfect and beautiful.
7 September 2013 - Sitting at the table eating carrots and talking to Lynn.
7 September 2013 - Down the street
School has started again, and it isn’t so bad. Of course, the first week was difficult because my mind has still been on vacation and elsewhere, but this week I’m getting down to business.
I’m excited, really! I actually feel like I am finally putting my energy toward something that really interests me (plants). It’s not that I haven’t been interested these past two school years, it’s just that I didn’t feel passionate about most of it. I actually didn’t think I could be passionate about anything. It’s a refreshing feeling.
That, and I feel I have a knack for this plant biology thing. It’s all just good right now.
Today is my last day visiting Colorado, and it’s been an exhausting one. I got only a few hours of sleep, I didn’t catch anything while fishing, I didn’t find the geocache I was looking for, and I was reminded how contagious The Stupid can really be.
I think the worst thing my step-dad ever did was start listening to right-wing radio. He used to listen to it, just to hate it, like some people watch a show just to hate the characters. However, this pastime resulted in some unexpected, and quite frankly, disturbing changes in his character.