This is sort of like a repost. I created the Blog Advisory System last December when I realized that my eclectic rambling style may catch people off guard.
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Blog Advisory System: Don't say I didn't warn you!
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Today is GREEN. Short and sweet.
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"Do you feel lucky, punk?"
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Or maybe it should be…
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How do you know you have arrived? How about if google celebrates your birthday with a special google logo in honor of your birthday?
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If you can look past the unibrow and the mustache, Frida Kahlo was one heck of an attractive woman exactly because she exudes confidence and willful neglect for rules of all sorts. She swore all the time, hosted wild parties, sang loudly and told dirty jokes at those parties. By all accounts, she was vibrant, magnetic, despite the pains she lived with, not some metaphysical angst that artists are often plagued with (though I suspect that she experienced that too), but real, physical pains.
She was in a catastrophic bus accident and the damages she suffered included, the worst part, an iron handrail piercing her abdomen, breaking her spinal column in three places and then exiting through her pelvis.
Thus started her tumultuous and fascinating life as an artist who became one of the most prolific painters of her lifetime.
It is ironic that she seemed to be one of the most liberated people, one of the very few who were truly free, when all her life she was plagued with physical pain and suffering.
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Guess which one is the young Frida Kahlo?
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Her own words on why and how she painted are especially resonating as she is remembered today. On her 103rd birthday.
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.
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And in all honesty, the following is my favorite. God, you’ve got to love this woman!
They are so damn “intellectual” and rotten that I can’t stand them anymore… I [would] rather sit on the floor in the market of Toluca and sell tortillas, than have anything to do with those “artistic” bitches of Paris.
— on the European surrealists and specifically Andre Breton in a letter to Nickolas Muray (1939)
I know this is sad on so many different levels… Let’s not even talk about how sad it is that I got so excited over the fact that my “Bring Back Thanksgiving” post is, as of this second, the number one result on Google.
What got me really sad is that not enough people care, or even wonder, about the demise of, the neglect over Thanksgiving sandwiched between the TWO Retail-Friendly holidays. I will not name names. You know who you are, said holidays… Since that would explain why mine shows up on the very top.
But gloat I will, even just for 5 minutes. So…
Oh yeah, oh yeah. Who’s your daddy? Or rather, who’s your emotionally unstable mommy?!
This is me cheating again. It’s only the 6th day of NaBloPoMo, and I am already resorting to PHOTOs. Not even photos I took, but photos that I found on the Interweb! Yeah, like y’all don’t have google at home?… Since I have never cheated in my entire academic career, well, not technically anyway, I consider this payback time.
Google published the google doodle to commemorate the 20th anniversary of Nick Park’s Wallace and Gromit, but only on the google UK page. THIS is the BEST google doodle I have seen so far.
“Cheese!”
I am also partial to this one featuring my favorite Blue character, favorite monster, favorite Sesame Street puppet, and favorite “Masterpiece Theatre” host…
Hey! Maybe this will be my first post that will offend NOBODY? Except the cookies of course…
p.s. I can’t keep my mouth shut: the one with Big Bird and the other one with Bert and Ernie? Those are just lame… Lazy works you might say…
Gmail Fail, originally uploaded by Rammikins!.
Who you gonna call?
Wired posted the first image demonstrating the power of satellite photography.
“This bird’s-eye view of Kutztown University in Pennsylvania was the first image ever seen by the GeoEye-1, the world’s highest-resolution commercial satellite sponsored by Google, when it opened its camera door earlier this week.”
(The above comparison picture comes from my new favorite website ReadWriteWeb).
So the US Government is footing half the bill while Google comes in as the second major sponsor. I have to say: NGA (a government security agency) and Google make strange bed fellows. It attests to the power of Google, and I am sure this is giving the Conspiracy theorists a bad heartburn right now, and at the same time, providing wonderful not-far-from-reality material for sci-fi writers out there. Thanks to the government for putting a stop to Google’s power: “There’s one catch for Google: While the GeoEye-1 will provide imagery to the NGA at the maximum resolution of 43 centimeters, Google will only receive images at a 50-centimeter resolution because of a government restriction.” Whew! I was worried for a sec. It is ok I guess for the scientists and government agents to spy on me. But Google? That’s a completely different scale: I certainly don’t want to be seen frolicking in my pajamas in the backyard by the whole world. (Frankly, I don’t want to be seen by the whole world even if I were 30 lbs. lighter and 15 years younger. Period).
And if you are Bradgelina and you are worried that the Paparazzi soon will have unlimited access to your privacy, no worries: “Google’s partnership with GeoEye is exclusive, meaning the search-engine giant will be the only online mapping site using the satellite’s photos.” (Yes, Paris, we know you are disappointed…)
As a Suburban Mom, I can think of one great practical use of GeoEye: this should finally shame our neighbors into mowing and weeding their lawns properly! Isn’t technology wonderful?