I have a higher and grander expectation of life than average and everyday, but I am a realist and understand that life is 90% mediocre and 10% amazing; I can lie to myself, living as ignorance is bliss, but Instead, I choose to enjoy every bit grand or low.
-- Softhearted
A Single, MSW Student, & Self-confessed hardhead (1986 - ?)

Monday, April 28, 2008

#1 on my list of things I'd like to see before I die...



Wieliczka Salt Mine

These polish salt mines are on my list of places to see before I die. They are completely fascinating. I first heard of the Wieliczka mine on a history channel special about odd places in the world. Its funny that places so capture a persons interest.

Wieliczka is in the town of Krokaw in southern Poland. Polish people began to mine salt since the late 13th century. The mine is a vast labriynth of over 200 km of underground passages, connecting more than 2000 excavation chambers on 9 underground levels extending down to 327m.

Miners spent most of their lives down in the mines. Spending all waking hours in the caverounous mines, they began to carve sculptures, chapels, religious icons...etc out of the salt deposits. Consequently, the mine contains numerous underground churches, altars, reliefs, and life-size or larger statues. The quality of this art is amazing. They are gorgeus like they are from the Cathedrals in rome.

It also houses an underground museum a sanatorium for people suffering from respiratory ailments, a soccer field, dance hall, huge dinning hall and other special rooms. The largest of the chapels is call ed the Chapel of the Blessed Kinga. The Chapel is 101 meters below the surface... over 50 meters long, 15 meters wide, 12 meters high, with a volume of 10,000 cubic meters.

I just hope, I can see it before I die....its on my BUCKET LIST...

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

The French...Well....Of Course...


Who would have guessed? I had no idea...I wouldn't have guessed any type of glass could be modeled after this...it can't be true can it? I mean champagne glass are not shaped like that....if they were I am afraid lots more people would be getting tipsy on the bubbly. Its not all that plausible...but isn't Marie-Antointette the queen who said "if there isn't enough bread...Let them eat cake?" Now remember next time your sipping champagne...wine or sparkling cider...and ask, Who modeled for these? Just think of the American glass choices...Madonna? Beyonce? Speares? I may have to give up drinking wine from beautiful crystal goblets...maybe start using dixie cups...

The Champagne Glass and the Breast Diane de Poitiers'? Marie-Antoinette's? Lee Miller's?
By Tony Perrottet

How best to worship the perfect breast? Men have long dreamed of sipping fine wine from their lovers’ busts cast in glittering crystal. In antiquity, a temple on the island of Rhodes displayed a goblet believed to have been modeled on the breasts of Helen of Troy by her paramour Paris. In the Middle Ages, love-besotted French king Henry II had his wine cups fashioned on the “apple-like” breasts of Diane de Poitiers. And in the late 1700s, the legend sprang up that Queen Marie-Antoinette’s breasts were the model for the shallow, broad-rimmed champagne coupes that are still often used today. (Although the modern fashion is more for the tall, thin and very un-breast-like champagne flutes).

There is no evidence at all that this is true of Marie-Antoinette, although the Queen did have a passion for bubbly. If nothing else, her ample figure, admired by her letch of a father-in-law King Louis XV and others, would have provided a higher-volume glass than the shallow coupes. But the royal breast-stemware connection may have begun with another, slightly more plausible story: Marie-Antoinette definitely did have a set of breast-shaped porcelain milk bowls created for her by the French porcelain factory, Sèvres – and tradition holds that they were modeled on her own. Known as the jattes tetons, the creamy white gourds balance on a tripod base that is decorated with carved goat’s heads.

Marie-Antoinette was a devotee of the “back-to-Nature” movement that brought breast-feeding back into fashion in France, and she had ordered the cups for use at her fairy-tale dairy Rambouillet, where the queen liked to dress up as a shepherdess and frolic with her children and ladies-in-waiting. The shamefully expensive service was delivered during the troubled year of 1788, the year before the Revolution exploded.

If the story is true, the cast of the Queen’s breast would probably have been made from wax under the control of one Jean-Jacques Lagrenée, the factory’s co-artistic director. The four original bowls survive in the Musée National de Céramique de Sèvres in Paris, and the porcelain company still makes reproductions for connoisseurs.

SOURCE/FURTHER READING: Yalom, Marilyn, History of the Breast, (New York, Knopf 1997); Caroline C Yung, “Marie-Antoinette’s Dairy at Rambouillet,” Antiques Magazine, (October, 2000); Antonia Fraser, Marie Antoinette: The Journey, (New York, Doubleday 2002).


A New Contender

The most recent breasts supposed to have inspired champagne coupes belong to the American model and photographer Lee Miller. As she cut a swathe through 1930s Paris as the lover of surrealist artist Man Ray, Miller was widely regarded to have the most beautiful breasts in the city – thus, it’s said, inspiring a French glass company to model a new coupe on her form. Miller’s lovely figure appeared in many Man Ray images, but was discreetly hidden when, as a war photographer in 1945, she posed nude in Hitler’s bathtub in liberated Munich.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Emu Update!


They are so darling...it a prehistoric way....they remind me of those PBS and BBC specials on prehistoric life forms. They are geniunely from another variety than that of your average everyday pets. In the first couple of days of their life with me...they both tried to hange themselves in the fence....in response anothor roll of fencing went up to save them from an untimely death. A few days later one tried to jump out and broke a claw...they have sharp little claws...they have real rippers. Now....the little darlings have quadrupled in size since they were hatchlings. They are about 3 feet tall now....about 1/3 of the size of their parents.

Now for all you terribly interested people...especially....Maxxo...Here are a few quick Emu facts:

  • Emu's are part of the Ratite family
  • Their scientific name: Dromaius novaehollandiae
  • Reach an adult height of 6 to 6' 3" (1.9 metres)
  • An Adult wait of 85lbs(55kg)
  • Run close to 40 mph in adulthood
  • Can jump nearly sixty feet in maturity
  • Lay eggs and sexually mature at 3 to 4 years of age
  • Each egg contains about 3 cups of goo...yolk ant whites
  • Drink like a duck
  • Love to roll in mud and play in sprinklers
  • Have a 3 hour digestive system
  • Eats almost anything: nearly 1 to 2 lbs a piece...even as chicks!

What do they eat?
Alfalfa, Weeds, Apples, Dog food, Chicken mash, corn, bread, rolled oats, greens, peas...just about anything including shiny things if they get the chance...bugs, lizards, small snakes...but not usually. My little darlings like Turkey finisher, bread, Weeds, and Cabbage. They especially go nuts for leafy veggies.

Where do you get Emu Chicks?
That all depends where you live. I bought mine from an old man who lived in the country. His Emu's raised the chicks. I paid $25 a piece.

How can you tell if they are male or female?
I don't know...you need to be a lot more experience than me to tell...you can't just ask.

They grow up so fast!

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Money, Money, Money


My words exactly....Well sort of...even if it was recorded by Abba in 1976 and sung beautifully by the beautiful Anni-Frid Lyngstad. Maybe I am a swede at heart? Nah...great minds think alike...that is me and the writers of the song Benny Andersson and Bjorn Ulvaeus.

I work all night,
I work all day,
to pay the bills I have to pay,
Aint it sad,
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me,
Thats too bad,
In my dreams I have a plan,
If I got me a wealthy manI wouldnt have to work at all,
Id fool around and have a ball...

Money, money, money,
Must be funny,
In the rich mans world,
Money, money, money,
Always sunny,
In the rich mans world,
Aha-ahaaa,
All the things,
I could do,
If I had a little money,
Its a rich mans world,

A man like that is hard to find but I cant get him off my mind,
Aint it sad,
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldnt fancy me,
Thats too bad,
So I must leave,
Ill have to go,
To las vegas or monaco,
And win a fortune in a game,
my life will never be the same...

Money, money, money,
Must be funny,
In the rich mans world,
Money, money, money,
Always sunny,
In the rich mans world,
Aha-ahaaa,
All the things I could do,
If I had a little money,
Its a rich mans world,

Money, money, money,
Must be funnyIn the rich mans world,
Money, money, money,
Always sunny,
In the rich mans world,
Aha-ahaaa,
All the things I could doIf I had a little money,
Its a rich mans world,
Its a rich mans world.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

As if my life really needed the excitement...


Why did I do it? I haven't quite analyzed my psyche long enough to actually divine the answer. I bought two Emu chicks. Is it a leftover of some childhood sadness over not getting a Easter chick? No...I don't think so...because Emu's are like Chickens on steroids in Texas. That can't be the reason. I believe I would classify it as more of one of those oddities that approach us in life. I chose to embrace the idea. No I am the proud surrogate parent of two Emu chicks. They are very cute...and they already can out run me in only 3 weeks. I named them Aussie and Sydney. Real original...My concern is not over them now...but what I am I going to do when they are 6 feet tall...and literally almost bullet proof. I have enough room...I know how to take care of them...but if I move...what will I do...I don't believe they allow Emu's as apartment pets. What a web we spin for ourselves? Most people when they fill the need for a little difference in their life...get their hair cut...dyed or go on vacation...I bought an two Emu chick...what does that say about me?

Don't answer that!
Goodnight Cyberspace...May life leave you well, happy and with out too much trouble.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Ever Wonder Why...


Ever wonder why you can never get something back into the package it came out of ? I can never get all of Christmas lights back in the box. No matter how hard I try. Well, guess what it's science, well...physics that is(sort of). If you carefully stack equal-sized marbles in a box, they will fill about 74% of its volume. Yet, if you dump them willy nilly into the box, they won't fill up more than about 64%. Honestly, no joke, no matter how much you shake the box or pound on it. Researchers have studied and measured this "random close packing" limit. No one for years could explain the phenomenon. Recently, a Russian team of researchers reports in the June Physical Review Letters that the "random close packing" limit is met each time all the marbles form tiny pyramid shapes. These pyramid shapes take up more space than the stacking does. The Russian study, many scientist postulate is a good starting point for describing the random, close-packed state mathematically, and may even help to explain why disordered solids called glasses freeze in a liquid-like state instead of forming a crystal. Modern researchers are not the first to explore this reasoning in 1611, Johannes Kepler estimated that crystalline objects couldn't be packed more densely than 74%. It took the next hundred years or so for scientists to discover and understand why. (http://focus.aps.org/story/v19/st18)