Wire Bonsai by Ken To
Bonsai is a reflective art, but you could almost see yourself in the delicately wrapped copper wire that Ken uses to cnstruct his miniature bonsai sculptures, which are available to purchase at his rondei.
Predawn Dance by Michael Flaherty
David Bowie as Jareth in Labyrinth (1986)
Bowie, who reported to the set in early June, also had to learn how to act with Labyrinth’s elaborate puppets. He found himself especially troubled by scenes with Hoggle, whose mouth opened and closed in front of him, but whose voice came from Brian Henson, sitting just offstage, speaking into a microphone and performing Hoggle’s mouth remotely with a waldo. “Once I’d overcome the disorientation,” laughed Bowie, “we all got along great!” “[Bowie] has been wonderful to work with,” Jim wrote privately, “and has added a truly magical spark as Jareth.” Jim also respected Bowie’s songwriting, giving Bowie—as he had Paul Williams —”a completely free hand” with the songs. While Bowie winkingly described Jareth as “a spoiled child, vain and temperamental, kind of like a rock ‘n’ roll star,” Jim found Bowie himself to be anything but spoiled or temperamental. “[He’s] a very normal well-grounded straightforward person,” said Jim. John Henson, who visited the set with a friend, was starstruck by Bowie, who greeted the twenty-year-old while still dressed as Jareth. When Bowie, finally out of makeup, sought John out at the end of the day, prowling the Elstree lobby in a bright red jacket, John was so awed by the sight of the musician that he and his friend ducked out of the studio without being seen.
"Supposedly, David Bowie went around looking for us for about an hour after," said John sheepishly. "But we were gone!" For his part, Bowie was impressed by Jim, who seemed constantly in motion, yet oddly unaffected by his own crazy schedule. "Jim is undoubtedly the most unflappable guy I’ve ever encountered in any profession," said Bowie admiringly. "I just can’t believe his capacity for work. For instance, he would finish shooting for the week on Labyrinth in London, catch an airplane to New York, work … over the weekend, then catch a plane back to London Sunday night and be at the studios early on Monday morning…. He’s desperately work-conscious but he seems to love it all. His calm spirit made the whole film a pleasure to work on, not just for me, but for the entire cast and crew."
Excerpt from the book Jim Henson: The Biography by Brian Jay Jones.
Jareth and Sarah are judging you.
… forgive me if I reblog the hell out of it before I go get the film!
Isn’t it nice how people twist their religious scripture to suit their weds but when it’s used against them it’s suddenly not okay
I talked to a monk about this quote once (we have mutual friends, and he came to a New Year’s Eve party at my shared art studio). He said this isn’t even talking about homosexuality. That the bible never actually says homosexuality is wrong. What that passage means is this:
Women were treated as subservient and it that you shouldn’t treat other men as subservient, like they are beneath you. It is not talking about homosexuality. If it was, it would say it outright since the bible lists other things outright.
I take the word of a monk who have studied the bible extensively more than a self proclaimed Christian.
The above text, I would like to point out is from the point of view of this translation of the original Hebrew. I spoke with my cousin’s rabbi on the matter and his response was different, saying that it was a mistranslation. See, the true translation says that a man shall not lie with another in the bed of a woman, which is to say, the Hebrews had a shit ton of rules about when a man was or was not allowed in a woman’s bed and private quarters (including, if she didn’t want you there, you weren’t allowed there. Hebrew women were also allowed to divorce their husbands and the image of the ‘oppressive Hebrew people’ is an image that was propogated by Christianity which, historically speaking, doesn’t treat the Jewish people too well and liked to paint them as being rather barbaric and backwards and cultish with their traditions, which, another piece of fun info, their traditions were one of the main reasons why the Jewish people were less likely, in medieval times, to die of the plague. Because washing your hands and avoiding the dead and vermin and the like was a lot of help. Of course the Christians persecuted them for not dying but that’s another matter. I’m sidetracked). So the verse is literally saying ‘Don’t fuck in some lady’s bed because that’s just goddamn rude’
Also, whenever a Christian brings the book of Leviticus up, you should feel free to point out that these are rules that were given to make the Hebrew people prepared for when the son of God came to earth. In Christianity, it’s believed the son of God was Jesus. So by following the rules set in Leviticus or pushing them as things we should follow, they’re saying that Jesus was not the son of God, and that Jesus did not, in fact, die for our sins. Jewish people believe, in their faith, that the son of God hasn’t yet been born, so many choose to follow these rules.
Most people of course roll their eyes when I explain the translation of the verse (full breakdown found here) but it’s always fun to point out the nature of the rules in Leviticus and the implications of following them.
I’m a theology student and I am on the verge of crying because of how accurate this commentary is. Historical context is simultaneously the most interesting and most important part of interpreting any texts.
You should totally read the link I bolded above my mind was blown
The translation link is a really fascinating, word by word breakdown of what the translator’s process is.
Gosh - thanks for that! I haven’t read Lynn Flewelling in a while and this just reminds me why I used to love those two…
My apologies to Coco Chanel. The bunnies made me do it.
“Where’s all your adornment, Barton?” Clint loves his man jewelry, and Tony loves to tease him about it. In truth, the guy does have decent taste, even if he doesn’t seem to follow that rule about taking one thing off before leaving the house. Pepper loves that rule, lives by that rule. Tony has caught her literally following that rule, leaving one accessory on a table or counter, or even in the car.
But Barton loves his silver rings, his leather wrist wraps, his punk watches. He has necklaces and charms he wears in pairs and groups of three, he has beads and baubles and chains, he even has some handmade woven bracelets from fans. Anytime he thinks he can get away with it, whenever he’s fairly certain they won’t be called to action and he’s required to dress up a little, he wears at least six pieces of jewelry. At least. It’s usually at an event, like the annual Stark Industries gala, or Tony’s personal New Year’s party. That one time Coulson made him attend the super secret spy fundraiser. (Tony still isn’t sure how funds are raised when no one is supposed to know why they’re there or who’s hosting. But apparently it’s a yearly thing, so it must work somehow.) At Hill’s wedding, and when they’d managed to attend Coulson’s reunion thing. (Clint actually had been called to work then, but it wasn’t as if he could have planned for Coulson’s old sergeant to have some kind of mental implant, and for that implant to have made him go on a rampage when it short-circuited.) So to see Clint now, all dressed up in a suit (no tie, shirt casually unbuttoned at the top) but sans silver is just fucking weird.
“Seriously. No bracelets or necklaces, even?”
But Barton just shakes his head, slaps Natasha’s hand away as she tugs on the hem of his jacket, and takes a breath. “Text Pepper,” he says. “Ask her if it’s time.”
Tony obeys, though he bitches about it as he does so. “See, this is why you should at least be wearing a watch. I am not your message service, Katniss. I am not Western Union. I have better things to do than— Oh. Pepper says to come on down.”
Clint laughs, a little high and manic. “Clint Barton, come on down!”
“Yeah,” Tony adds. “I’m not Bob Barker either.”
“You ready?” Natasha asks, ignoring the both of them in favor of the mission objective.
Clint nods and squares his shoulders before moving to the door. Tony would think that the man was marching to his doom but for the smile he gets as they board the elevator. He’s not meeting his fate (or maybe he is, to the romantically inclined. Tony is not one of those people), he’s just meeting Coulson. Coulson and their friends and teammates.
And a justice of the peace. Can’t forget that.
Tony looks at Barton’s left hand, at the bare fingers, and absolutely does not smile.