Because this was an experiment, I used mostly things I already had on hand. Some acrylic paints. A small canvas. Chop sticks. Paper cups. My only investments were pouring medium, flow improver, and silicon. Some of the acrylic paint was a bit old. In particular, the yellow had lots of solid bits in it. At first, I tried to take them out. Then, I decided I rather liked the little speckled effect I got from leaving them in. Although you can't really tell from this image, one of the paints I used was a silver glitter paint. The original canvas has a definite glitter quality but no obvious silver color anywhere.
Overall, I consider this experiment a success.
I didn't get what I wanted, but I did get something I like.
I enjoyed it enough to do more, so, wait and see.
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Having said all that...
I've been binge watching HBO's True Blood on Hulu. The binge part means that I've missed some things because I watch at night and I fall asleep. BUT, I still get the gist of things. Tonight I realized that one of the big appeals of this series above other vampire, werewolf, supernatural being types of stories is the way it deals with
The Psychology and Sociology of Racism and Hate Groups
I am not either a psychologist or sociologist. But I have been exposed to scholars on these topics and I do read and I can think. So, here's what I think.
From an evolutionary perspective...
We are a social species and on an evolutionary scale, survival often depended on being with others like us. The more like us, the better. Different was avoided and, when it threatened, attacked.
Unfortunately, long after we had evolved and advanced technologically to the point where it became advantageous to welcome diversity, we continued to obey that early evolutionary imperative to fear/hate the different.
I guess my point is...
We once feared the different as a matter of survival. Now that deeply ingrained instinct is hindering us when we need to welcome the different and integrate rather than differentiate the species. That fear reaction is largely responsible for racism in its many forms. The sense of community people get from being with people of like minds is responsible for hate groups because the racist, even more than most of us, wants to be surrounded with others of its kind. It is a matter of what was once a survival trait becoming a handicap.
Back to the TV series...
True Blood is the name of the series. The obvious connection is the name of the synthetic blood product vampires drink rather than drinking human blood. The more subtle (?) connection is the racist attitude of some humans who want to exterminate vampires. Of course, vampires are actually humans who have been transformed and given near immortality. But who has "true blood?"
Having said all that...
I'm not sure what we do with this thought. But I do think hating the hater is not the answer.
Listening to the television the other day. Overheard paraphrase of George Bernard Shaw:
If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best take it out and teach it to dance.
Couldn't resist playing with a couple of design concepts, now available, at least for now, on TeePublic.
As a side note:
When Mom and Dad were renovating the house 20 years ago, she found a handful of small plastic skeletons at a yard sale. Each was placed in a closet and there they remain to this day.
A while back, I began thinking about making my own ice packs to get just what I need. I read what others are doing and the two major points are:
Some will say that this is a waste of perfectly good vodka. For me, my headaches and heat-induced insomnia are bad enough that this seems like a great use of the vodka. Anyway, it wasn't "perfectly good vodka;" I bought the cheapest bottle in the liquor store.
Sometime over the last couple of years a very large pothole developed at the foot of the driveway. At first, I tried maneuvering the car around it. Didn't work well. Then I began thinking about fixing it -- thinking about it. This month, filling the hole finally bubbled to the top of the priority list. In the middle of a very hot Texas July, the "fill the pothole" project came to the top of the project list. And so it began.
Someone once told me that no home improvement project can be completed without 3 trips to the home improvement store. Either inexperience or forgetfulness will dictate that you do not get everything you need on the first trip or even on the second trip. And so it went.
Why am I telling this story?
So you see, it can be done. If a project is supposed to take 5 hours to complete, there is nothing in the rule book that says those hours have to be contiguous. An hour or even a half hour a day is perfectly fine. Persistence is the key.
Women and, to a lesser degree, men expend a lot of effort trying to make themselves desirable, especially to the opposite gender (may the LGBT community forgive me). This is in part due to advertising campaigns that are very effective in convincing us that there is something wrong with us that can only be corrected by the advertised product. It is also largely due to an evolutionary biological imperative to perpetuate the species. I guess when it comes down to it, we aren't all that different than the strutting birds displaying their feathers for the benefit of potential mates. Nothing wrong with this, really, except that we have been blessed with the ability to be rational and to override those biological urges and make choices that are better for us in the long run.
My issue is one of language. What I have just described is DESIRE. We all feel it. We all succumb to it from time to time. The unfortunate thing is that we have come to call this LOVE.
DESIRE is NOT LOVE.
When everything arrived, I began assembling. The next little bit is a MacGyver I'm rather pleased with. I began to think of water features I'd done in the past and the biggest problem with outdoor water pumps is crud clogging up the works. Filters help but they are higher maintenance than I wanted. Then I had a little epiphany: the crud usually resides either at the bottom of the water reservoir or floats on the top of the water. So, why not suspend the pump in the middle of the water?
I used 2 1-liter water bottles with the lids screwed on tight, a plastic mesh bag that had oranges in it when I bought it, and some twine to devise a flotation device for the pump. The bottles float. The pump is suspended below the bottles, cradled by the plastic mesh. The twine allows me to retrieve the flotation device + pump from the water reservoir when the water level runs low.
I drilled a few extra holes in the rain barrel to ensure that the water flows back into the barrel, not off the sides. And one of these holes accommodates the tubing from the pump. The decorative rock sits on top of it and the tubing comes up through one of the holes in the rock. One of the holes is for the power line from the pump to the solar panel.
First set back: it was a rare cloudy day and when I hooked up the solar panel to the pump, nothing happened. After checking that everything was as it should be, I walked away for about an hour.
Second set back: after that hour, I looked out the kitchen window to see water shooting from the pump about 3 feet out. This would eventually empty the barrel! So, I MacGyvered again with a silicon drinking straw and a stainless steel drinking straw of a small diameter. (This pump has no flow control.) The result was a nice bubbling fountain with water rising a few inches above the rock and falling back down in a small arc.
There are no plants, yet. But I call this project successfully completed. And it took just a few hours. I look forward to watching the neighborhood birds play in the water as soon as they discover it.
Maybe I'll get some photos soon...
Skeleton in Closet
410 Pounds of QuikRete
Desire and Love
Bird Feeder of Dreams
Tribal Bugs n Leaves
Curly & TheGreenPoodle
My Funny Life
The Ranch (NetFlix)
TV ... Upcycling
Lost In Space
The Toys that Made Us
The Spy Next Door
A Wrinkle in Time