larryhammer: a woman wearing a chain mail hoodie, label: "chain mail is sexy" (chain mail is sexy)
Speaking of martial arts, meet Samantha Sword, champion in the longsword division at this February's Harcourt Park World Invitational Jousting Tournament. This is what a female swordsman looks like. (via)

Urban timelapse: "Evening shower, rainbow, Tanabata night." (probably via)

Yo-yo tricks through the ages.

---L.

Subject quote from "Messiah: A Sacred Eclogue," Alexander Pope.
larryhammer: photo of Enceladus (the moon, not the mythological being), label: "Enceladus is sexy" (astronomy)
A song, dance, and flight number:

Why had I never realized that "Annabelle Lee" would work brilliantly as an Appalachian bluegrass song? Because I'm not Sarah Jarosz, apparently. (Why I hadn't realized that "Annabelle Lee" was Poe's last completed poem is more explicable.) (via several)

Tron dance party: a truly EXCELLENT use of lightsuits, especially the creating animation by coordinated flickering on a dark stage. Expect to see more acts like this. (via)

What the Space Shuttle booster saw and heard, from launch to detach to landing in the ocean. Complete with the sounds of reentry through the atmosphere.

---L.
larryhammer: photo of Enceladus (the moon, not the mythological being), label: "Enceladus is sexy" (astronomy)
A song, dance, and flight number:

Why had I never realized that "Annabelle Lee" would work brilliantly as an Appalachian bluegrass song? Because I'm not Sarah Jarosz, apparently. (Why I hadn't realized that "Annabelle Lee" was Poe's last completed poem is more explicable.) (via several)

Tron dance party: a truly EXCELLENT use of lightsuits, especially the creating animation by coordinated flickering on a dark stage. Expect to see more acts like this. (via)

What the Space Shuttle booster saw and heard, from launch to detach to landing in the ocean. Complete with the sounds of reentry through the atmosphere.

---L.
larryhammer: a low-fidelity picture of a man, label: "some guy" (Default)
Yanno, what the world needs is a story about Monkey King meeting Br'er Rabbit. Or possibly Br'er Fox and Br'er Bear. I mean, the story goes that Sanzang and his disciples continued traveling west, sleeping in the air and eating in the wind, and by this time spring comes to an end and turns to summer. As they travel, they come to a river of green water, and see what it looks like:
The spreading live-oaks,
The cypress knees.
The spreading live-oaks hung with moss beards
Like old men gathered upon a front porch.
The cypress knees rise up from the water
As if the trees are bathing on the banks.
The mockingbirds trill a thousand calls,
The terrapins swim silent under the stream.
Beneath the magnolias cicadas chirr,
Above the briar-patch bees are circling.
In the lazy heat not a leaf is stirring:
The Song of the South is heard in stillness.
-- and sitting on a chair in the middle of the road is a small homunculus, pitch black all over. Sanzang tells Monkey to ask the man, politely mind, if there's any place nearby they can beg for a meal -- and we're off. See? Though someone else will have to write it, as that's not what this post is about.

Though speaking of mash-ups, it is startling to come across in a collection of Chinese poetry a translation into sub-Kipling jingle. It's very Kipling material, admittedly, about soldiers' life and prisoners of war and identities crossing the border, but still -- the disjoint jars. This being a one of Arthur Waley's bits -- one has to wonder what he was thinking. Yet that's not what this post is about.

I wanted this post to be about Sadako and the Thousand Folk Processes, but I do not have my supporting materials ready. I don't even have a thousand cranes, though I do have three dinosaurs in cherry blossom patterns to show off:



But as I said, that's not what this post is about.

Folk processes, though, reminds me that while it's probably way too late to still be talking about Yuletide 2008, I never did get around to recommending "Three Stories," a Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou fic set around the time of the penultimate chapter. Given how its purpose is to recapitulate (with different characters) several themes of the series, I'm not sure how it'll read if you haven't read YKK, but if you have, it should *ting* like a well-tuned glass bell. But that's not what this post is about.

Which brings me to, um. Er. What was this post about again?

[Poll #1334983]
---L.
larryhammer: a low-fidelity picture of a man, label: "some guy" (Default)
Yanno, what the world needs is a story about Monkey King meeting Br'er Rabbit. Or possibly Br'er Fox and Br'er Bear. I mean, the story goes that Sanzang and his disciples continued traveling west, sleeping in the air and eating in the wind, and by this time spring comes to an end and turns to summer. As they travel, they come to a river of green water, and see what it looks like:
The spreading live-oaks,
The cypress knees.
The spreading live-oaks hung with moss beards
Like old men gathered upon a front porch.
The cypress knees rise up from the water
As if the trees are bathing on the banks.
The mockingbirds trill a thousand calls,
The terrapins swim silent under the stream.
Beneath the magnolias cicadas chirr,
Above the briar-patch bees are circling.
In the lazy heat not a leaf is stirring:
The Song of the South is heard in stillness.
-- and sitting on a chair in the middle of the road is a small homunculus, pitch black all over. Sanzang tells Monkey to ask the man, politely mind, if there's any place nearby they can beg for a meal -- and we're off. See? Though someone else will have to write it, as that's not what this post is about.

Though speaking of mash-ups, it is startling to come across in a collection of Chinese poetry a translation into sub-Kipling jingle. It's very Kipling material, admittedly, about soldiers' life and prisoners of war and identities crossing the border, but still -- the disjoint jars. This being a one of Arthur Waley's bits -- one has to wonder what he was thinking. Yet that's not what this post is about.

I wanted this post to be about Sadako and the Thousand Folk Processes, but I do not have my supporting materials ready. I don't even have a thousand cranes, though I do have three dinosaurs in cherry blossom patterns to show off:



But as I said, that's not what this post is about.

Folk processes, though, reminds me that while it's probably way too late to still be talking about Yuletide 2008, I never did get around to recommending "Three Stories," a Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou fic set around the time of the penultimate chapter. Given how its purpose is to recapitulate (with different characters) several themes of the series, I'm not sure how it'll read if you haven't read YKK, but if you have, it should *ting* like a well-tuned glass bell. But that's not what this post is about.

Which brings me to, um. Er. What was this post about again?

[Poll #1334983]
---L.
larryhammer: a low-fidelity picture of a man, label: "some guy" (girls are cool)
[Poll #752341]
ETA: The dress must have a high back, to hide her wings as she passes for human.

ETA2: In response to a question, the fairy is used to passing among humans by hanging around the edges of school with a couple friends, but is being forced by the plot to socialize on a larger stage, as it were. One on one, she's bubbly and flaky; crowds make her nervous of messing up.

---L.
larryhammer: a low-fidelity picture of a man, label: "some guy" (girls are cool)
[Poll #752341]
ETA: The dress must have a high back, to hide her wings as she passes for human.

ETA2: In response to a question, the fairy is used to passing among humans by hanging around the edges of school with a couple friends, but is being forced by the plot to socialize on a larger stage, as it were. One on one, she's bubbly and flaky; crowds make her nervous of messing up.

---L.

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