Fortuneteller bangles are starting to come in. Have a look at one of the ten thousand possible views of this one. It was beaded by Julie Glasser, from Christina Vandervlist’s basic pattern, and I love love love the way it came out. In this view, the horns are turned inward for a closer fit.
I can’t wait to show all of these ideas… there is just so much.
photo by Kate, IP4S
I like this shot because it shows an unexpected, cathedral-like view of the peaks, and also because it shows the aspect I can’t get away from, which is the sheer potential of the RAW band, sitting out there like a fully functional girder system at the edge of a roof. Why is it there, if not for further building? Yet most of our Fortunetellers stop at that row. Perhaps because the pattern did.
Me, I see a row just waiting for more. Embellishment, more structure… or, alternatively, I see a Zigged Band that can be removed if desired. If this is all the structure a person wants, then the band can be zipped off if it’s installed as a support, instead of as an integrated start.
I am writing about all of this now. And “my brain hurts like a warehouse.”
This excellent Bowie line was lately uttered by the lovely and talented Trillian Stars; it’s been running around in my head for weeks. Trillian is an actress (and she is also married to Kyle Cassidy, btw) and she was at that moment in two complex productions; two complete sets of dialogue to memorize and keep apart. Consummate professional that she is, she did it beautifully. But I think it hurt like really high heels. Bowie:
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.’s
My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there
I feel like that right now. I work about 8 hours a day on the book, you know, actually moving things in the layout, writing captions, words. I think about the book constantly; I try, in my spare time, to defeat dragons breathing literally at the gate; I fear Mitt Romney and the Bush Team behind him more than I can tell you. I am so fond of our planet, and so deeply against war… I do not long for anything resembling “End Times.”
I want peace, and clean air, and fresh water, and green power, and I want everyone to go home and be nice to each other and get busy cleaning up the place. I want to ride trains, and build libraries, and play in healthy canyons, and rivers, and forests, I want to bring back small farming as a viable way of life. I want to educate everyone, provide non-profit health care for all. I want improbable things that may never happen.
So, sword in one hand, pen in the other, I am 100% On Duty and I have been for several months now.
It’s exhausting, Don Quixote-style exhausting, because none of it can ever be done to fruition or fulfilled to potential. There is always more to do.
I have a lot to say, only some of it useful. I’ve been taking in data for almost half a century. Some of it has bounced off of my somewhat smooth brain as if it had never been seen; there are concepts I am incapable of assimilating.
The implications of my places in time, for example, if time is not linear. There is no integrating that information without a lot of pretending on one side or the other. I fill in the boxes of my calendar and arrive on time for appointments, because I believe in the concept of civilised society, but I always wonder why people don’t take better advantage of the STRUCTURE. If time is not linear, that is amazing. And that knowledge gives you a whole set of options that would not otherwise exist.
On all fronts of my life, I’ve been thinking about cheating, and the terrible lusts some people have for power and fame. This stunningly beautiful article about the cheating of Lance Armstrong, titled Winning In An Age Of Liars, was written by VeloDramatic. I commented on it on Daily Kos, but I’ll just leave it here in case you want to read it too.
I have so much to think about.
Please forgive me for anything that I’m not thinking about.