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On Thursday I snapped a photo that is probably my favourite that I've taken this year. It's certainly one of my favourites in a long time.

My dear friend Mo, known on stage as The Empress, performs with Unwoman to a Sisters of Mercy cover.

Mo is also a costume and accessories impressaria: Opera Scura

I also made this available as a print on DeviantArt: Visions of the Empress
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LJ has been undergoing yet another one of its DDoS attacks. I've barely been able to post comments on other peoples' posts for well over a week, and it's getting seriously irritating.

I'm sometimes a bit of a luddite and stuck in my ways when it comes to social networking media, but I'm so, so close to just scrapping LJ all together and moving over to DW permanently.

So yeah, LJ people who're on DW - I still love you, and I'm not ignoring you. The internet is making me ignore you. BOO!!
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Things Chinese
by Adrienne Su

Once, I tried to banish them all from my writing.
This was America, after all, where everyone’s at liberty
To remake her person, her place, or her poetry,

And I lived in a town a long way from everything—
Where discussions of “diversity”
Centered mainly on sexuality.

My policy, born of exhaustion with talk about race
And the quintessentially American wish for antecedents,
Eliminated most of my family, starting with the grandparents,

Two of whom stayed Chinese to their final days,
Two of whom were all but defined by their expertise
On the food of the country I was trying to excise.

It canceled out the expensive center
Of an intense undergraduate curriculum
And excluded the only foreign language I could talk in.

It wiped out my parents’ earliest years
And converted them to 1950s Georgians
Who’d always attended church and school, like anyone.

My father had never paused at two water fountains
And asked a white man which he should drink from,
And never told his children what the answer had been.

My mother had never arranged a migration,
Solo at seventeen, from Taipei to wherever,
But had simply appeared in Gainesville out of ether,

And nothing about their original languages
Had brought them together. Their children
Had never needed to explain to anyone

Why distinctness and mystery were not advantages
When they were not optional, and never wondered
If particular features had caused particular failures.

For months I couldn’t write anything decent
Because banned information kept trying to enter
Like bungled idioms in the speech of a foreigner.

I was my own totalitarian government,
An HMO that wouldn’t pay for a specialist,
And I was the dissident or patient who perished.

The hope was to transcend the profanity of being
Through the dissolution of description and story,
Which I thought might turn out to be secondary

To a semi-mystical state of unseeing,
But everywhere I went there was circumstance,
All of it strangely tainted by my very presence.
tempested_bird: (Go Gu Ryeo)
There are an infinity of ways in which you can move from that spot over there to here. But have you figured out those movements in your head, or are we seeing your soul in motion? Even that fleck at the tip of your nail embodies your soul... the essential thing is that your movements, even when you're standing still, embody your soul at all times. -Kazuo Ohno

Last November, I had this dream.

Much of that was spawned from a long conversation I had with my grandmother about her childhood in Korea in the last fifteen or so years of Japanese occupation and into the Korean war. I grew up with my grandmother telling me stories about her family life, about my great-grandfather, and the very shaky yet strong sense of identity my grandmother had while growing up.

My great-grandfather was born in Pyongyang not too many years before the Japan-Korea Protectorate Treaty of 1904 was signed, which was the first of a series of Treaties that eventually lead to the Japan-Korea Annexation Treaty of 1910 and subsequent occupation. His parents died when he was not much older than 8 or 9 and he was adopted by a wealthy Japanese couple who had no children of their own. On the one hand, they were good people because they adopted my grandfather, but I am not sure of the circumstances surrounding the adoption and whether or not it happened before of after his birth parents died (this did happen back then). Nonetheless, he was taken back to Japan for a time where his adoptive father was a wealthy businessman. His father opened a branch of his business in Seoul, and so my great-grandfather returned to Korea as a teenager and within his father's company he was trained as their Korean-Japanese liason.

My grandmother was born in 1931, which was in the last 15 years of Japanese occupation in Korea. I knew she grew up during that era, and I also knew that she grew up Christian (her father was from Pyongyang, where there were many many Christians, so this makes lots of sense. He was born into a Christian family, raised Shinto by his adoptive parents, and then reclaimed his Christianity as an adult) until she was married. My grandfather's family has been Buddhist for many many many generations.

What I did not know until that conversation was that she could not read or write Hangul until she was 19. It wasn't until after she married at age 19 that she began to learn to read and write Hangeul and also converted to Buddhism. She could speak Korean, of course, but the language of her education was Japanese. I was not surprised, but I have no idea why such a concept had not occurred to me until she said so. It put a lot of things into perspective. My grandmother is not stupid, but her reading of Hangeul was always a bit slower while her comprehension was fine. The way she read, it always felt like she was very tentative as if feeling out something that should be familiar but it was as if one were engaging in an activity that should be familiar but with someone else's hands.

This also caused her to read aloud instead of silently rather frequently as well, which honestly never bothered me. My grandmother raised me, so I was always happy to hear her voice and listen to her speak. But her slow pronunciation and enunciation also helped ME to clearly isolate parts of speech and the language itself.

This has been on my mind quite a bit since that conversation, especially given that the last several years I have grappled pretty hardcore with the discourse of the activist communities while trying to navigate my own sense of identity and formulate a concept of where I stand and how I make sense of the world. It's an ever-shifting work in progress. All the same, crises of identity are pretty common in my brain and seemingly within the brains of many of the people around me as of late.

This has also somehow tied itself with my renewed interest in Butoh after learning of the death of one of the performance style's pioneers, Kazuo Ohno. (My favourite Ohno performance: Mother) It's an underground and experimental form of performance that is visceral, sometimes grotesque, and firmly rooted in cultural folklore. And I have had this desire to use elements of this performance format and aesthetic and create a piece about my dream and about my grandmother.

This has especially sparked in my brain lately, especially after one particular aspect of a play I recently saw, "Songs of the Dragons Flying to Heaven", where in this particular production the three Koreans were played by non-Koreans and spoke their lines in Japanese, Mandarin, and Cantonese respectively while wearing a more archaic form of the Traditional Hanbok, as opposed to the more modern ones. I know that in the play itself, the playwright specifies that the three Koreans are to be played by people who're either Korean, Japanese, or Chinese who speak their lines in their respective native languages. I was particularly fascinated by this because it drew upon two things for me: an acknowledgement of the changes brought to the culture through the occupation of both China and Japan in Korean history and an acknowledgment of the fluidity of culture and how culture shifts and changes over time and is not monolithic. With that play, there's also a lot more going on with the levels of sarcasm and what that particular choice means, but that's not for this post.

It got me thinking a lot about the concept of using the language of one's own occupiers to rediscover your own identity. And I want to use Butoh to explore this concept regarding my family history since my great-grandfather's ties to Japan also circle back onto me (I was born in Japan.)

There are a lot of people who struggle with this even now, people whose language of their education was that of their colonisers even if the actual occupation ended generations ago. They leave marks on their infrastructure, and those concepts worm their way into your brain until you cannot even think of yourself except in the terms that were imposed upon your roots. And then we have to rediscover our own languages as if reclaiming our own thoughts, piecing together our identities from the fragments we have left.

This concept of mine is still very much in its larval stages. There is still a lot more research to do on the technical aspects. There is a lot of history on which I will have to brush up, and this is also a chance for me to pull on mine and my mother's background of Korean folkdance. I want to incorporate traditional Korean instruments, particularly the 가야금 (gayageum) and 장구 (janggu).

But a lot of this stirs mixed feelings in me. I'm not entirely sure how to articulate some of them, but there's a sense of instability. The more I learn about my family and the more I root my family history in the larger parts of history, I gain a lot of perspective of how intercultural relationships affect one another and the lasting generational impact. In some ways knowing these things makes it easier to feel vindicated in many of my own life-long views about how to engage with culture, but it also makes me understand more and more the viewpoints of modern Koreans and the generations of Koreans who latched onto the German models of extreme nationalism as a way to reclaim identity. That helps me to be a little more compassionate and understanding towards the viewpoint even if I disagree with a lot of the practises that arise as a result.
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I'm a little late on the with this one, but I've been busy working on the last bits of the film shoot (photos for that to come soon, too), so I haven't had the energy to write or pay attention to LJ. Back in late March, I went with much trepidation to the Nova Albion Steampunk Exhibition. I say with trepidation because the theme this year was "Wild, Wild East" which is a theme and idea that is rife with problems. There were a few things here and there that lead me to believe that they might handle the theme with some manner of respect (and fun), but as I had feared, much of it was handled very flippantly. It is a shame because in the Bay Area, there are a WEALTH of cultural resources of artists/performers/historians/cultural and sci-fi nerds/steampunks who are Asian who could have contributed and made this more Asian-inspired Steampunk. There was nothing on the Chinese Exclusion Act, which is completely relevant to this theme, and most things were still framed within the Victorian mindset and lens looking Eastward to the "otherlands". In so many ways, it was just fail, fail, fail.

Nonetheless, I went for a number of reasons: 1) I was working with the St. Clair Aeronauts again, whose company I always enjoy; 2) I wanted the opportunity to meet in person a few people whom I really respected but only knew of in an online capacity, [livejournal.com profile] fantasyecho, [livejournal.com profile] dmp, and James Ng; and it afforded me the opportunity to spend copious amounts of time with my dear friends Mo and Essandra. I also got to spend a decent amount of time chatting with [livejournal.com profile] jadecat9 and [livejournal.com profile] kilah_hurtz, neither of whom I had seen in person since Nova Albion the previous year (which is something I need to not do again because they're awesome and I am very fond of them.)

All told, I did have a great time (mostly because of certain people I met), and I got some photos of people I like and some of the cool stuff that was actually there. The full photo set is here on Flickr: Nova Albion Steampunk Exhibition

I'm also going to post a few here for your viewing pleasure. There is also a very nice recap of the convention was written here by Kevin Steil, aka the Airship Ambassador: Airship Ambassador: Nova Albion Recap

Also, I'm honoured that Beyond Victoriana has used some of my photography in their convention round-up: Convention Extravaganza–Reporting from Nova Albion: The Wild, Wild East!

On with the show!

St. Clair Aeronauts got a pretty big space in the vending hall this year, so we decided to take advantage of that space and create a Victorian Tea Parlour.
We spent weeks scheming to scrounge up our various bits of furniture and tea ware in order to make this happen, and I would say that it was met with much success. Because there were few people who wrote letters last year while we were run completely ragged with the Aetheric Message Machine's telegrams, we decided to relax more this year and create a comfortable space where we would also do most of the letter writing ourselves for fun and mayhem.
We had various tea services, and while they were mostly for us, we also happily offered tea, cookies, and sundry snacks to other con-goers who decided to hang out at our "booth."

Onward to silly letters and fancy costumes )
tempested_bird: (Go Gu Ryeo)
[this is written almost completely stream of consciousness and entirely unedited, a record from last night's dream]

My grandmother is of the last of us to dream of Joseon, memories from her grandparents. Who now, even 60 years later, still struggles with the script of our ancestors, given to us by kings outraged that his people would be illerate, outraged that his tongue, his language, his reality bore no mark in the world that was our own. Who in matrimony massages away the bruises, shifting from kana to geul, from Josen-jin to Joseon-in, whose prayers lost in "amens" are found again in "om".

My mother is of the last of us to remember a world before Dae Han Min Guk, shifting from Joseon-in to Hanguk-in, fragmented but with hopes that one day we would one day be whole, a hope reflected in our name. Han. Roots that took hold as we reclaimed and recovered lost time, lost territory, lost seeds. Han - one, water that flows through our capital city carrying its heartbeat. Dreaming of a world before imaginary borders became a barbed-wire chasm.

Even now the city still breathes, gripped by the remnants of the Joseon that is no longer - the roots that even the blows that our once-brethren circling back upon us could not take away, growing through the concrete, the temples that remain half-cracked, shell-worn, bullet-ridden. Now weaves into the Hanguk that is. And the banners of the past permeate into our dreams, propelling the greater hopes that one day, one day there will not be a day - simply one.

Even as the liquid of the river shifts and carries "om" once again to "amens" and fast-food, we dream of three-legged dragons eclipsing the sun. We dream of great bows shooting arrows across the great chasm, stitching bridges from the robes of mudangs to the rhythms of chang-gu, toppling mountains to build a path back to the heavens.
tempested_bird: (No on Prop H8)
"Proposition 8 fails to advance any rational basis in singling out gay men and lesbians for denial of a marriage license. Indeed the evidence shows Proposition 8 does nothing more than enshrine in the California constitution the notion that opposite sex couples are superior to same sex couples" --Judge Vaughn Walker, 4th August, 2010

For those of you who are interested in reading the actual legalese of the ruling: Prop 8 Ruling FINAL.

It's actually quite a fascinating read as it details the legal battle in California for same-sex marriage starting with Proposition 22 back in 2000.

From NPR: Calif.'s 'Prop 8' ban on same-sex marriage rule unconstitutional

Breaking news at 4:50 p.m. ET:

A U.S. District Court judge has ruled that California's so-called Proposition 8 ban on same-sex marriages is unconstitutional, CNN and the Los Angeles Times are reporting.

The decision is to be posted on the court's website here, but demand may be causing it to crash at this time. NPR.org will have more on the news later.

Our original post — "U.S. District Court Expected To Rule On California Same-Sex Marriage Ban Today":

In a matter of hours, the fate of same-sex marriage in California will be determined –- at least for now –- when a U.S. District Court judge decides whether the state's so-called Proposition 8 ban on such unions violates the Constitution's guarantee of equal rights.

The opinion by Chief Judge Vaughn R. Walker in Perry v. Schwarzenegger is expected to be released on the court’s website between 1 and 3 p.m. PDT. The case was heard earlier this year in San Francisco.

The current legal wrangle stems from a serious of rapid-fire events that began in May 2008, when California legalized same-sex marriage, prompting about 18,000 couples to converge on city halls across the state to marry.

By fall, state voters enacted Proposition 8, banning gay marriages. The ban was upheld last year by the state Supreme Court, whose decision was subsequently appealed by gay marriage advocates.

And Walker’s decision, no matter what it is, will simply mark the beginning of yet another chapter in the ongoing war over whether the U.S. Constitution’s guarantee of equal rights and protections for Americans extends to same-sex couples seeking to legalize their unions.

His opinion is expected be appealed — and even before it was issued, those supporting the marriage ban asked that his decision be stayed if he finds the ban unconstitutional. It appears inevitable that the issue will make its way to the U.S. Supreme Court.

There, justices would be asked to decide a civil rights question that states have been struggling with mightily -– and with increasing vigor — since Vermont broke new ground in 2000, by approving same-sex civil unions.

Since then, the District of Columbia and five states, including Vermont, have approved measures giving same-sex couples the right to receive marriage licenses. The other states are Massachusetts, Connecticut, Iowa, and New Hampshire.

Walker's decision will come in the wake of another dramatic opinion out of federal court in Boston. There, Judge Joseph Tauro found unconstitutional a 1996 federal law known as the Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA). The act bars the federal government from recognizing gay marriages.

Tauro ruled that the DOMA improperly meddles with states' traditionally exclusive right to regulate marriage. Activists are watching to see if — or when — the Department of Justice, tasked with defending federal law, will appeal.

The California decision comes at a time when Americans have shown growing support for the rights of same-sex couples to marry.
tempested_bird: (Tea)
My grandmother and I began to speak of intensely personal things over breakfast this morning. After we finished eating, I walked into the kitchen.

"Can you pour me some water?"
"Actually, grandma, I was about to put on the tea kettle."
"Ah, yes."

The Tea Ritual is an intensely important aspect of my life and has been for as long as I can remember. I've spent a good portion of my life experimenting with how to properly brew different kinds of teas, learning where certain teas come from, how differing teas interact with one another and with water temperatures. Most importantly I have spent a lifetime sharing tea with people who are important to me.

To that end, the most vital result of the Tea Ritual is the interaction and connection that results in the sharing of it. Of course, I do adore the taste of tea itself, so appreciation of tea does play a big part in such an interaction. I have always felt that drinking tea is an art. There is an art to brewing and appreciating it that I enjoy engaging with; I like the reading and the research that goes into learning about how tea is cultivated and prepared. I like meeting with Tea Masters and learning from them brewing techniques or talking to my fellow tea enthusiasts and trading ideas and techniques with them. I feel like one can learn a lot from a person by what kinds of tea they like.

I have my personal Tea Ritual for myself, and brewing tea is a meditation in its own right. The act of wholly devoting my attention and myself to the process of making a pot or gaiwan of tea is something that helps to ground all of my nervous energy. Even the more traditional methods and forms of tea brewing are symbolic for a person washing away all of their mental static and taking the time to enjoy and engage with the pure sensation of drinking. It is actually one of my methods of focus and grounding to help manage my OCD.

While my personal Tea Ritual is about silence and contemplation, the Tea Ritual that happens with another person present is something else. With someone else present, it is about acknowledging connection and being present together. This began with my grandmother. After my father died, my grandmother came to the US to help my mother raise me. Even before that, she was the one who took care of me whenever we were in Korea. Since I was young, if something bothered me intensely she brewed some tea, sat me down across the low lacquer table (which I still have), and we talked. We would talk about what is on our minds, she would tell me stories about our family, about what it was like for her growing up during the Japanese occupation of Korea, our futures, she would teach me about traditional medicine. She taught me how to properly brew the East Asian teas while I taught her the art of western tea. At that table, everything that needs to be said can be said and, more importantly, it will be heard.

In many parts of Asia, it was (and in many cases still is) considered extremely rude to invite someone into your home and NOT offer them tea. Tea was often served first at the beginning of business meetings, which allowed two people to get to know one another, give them a moment to assess the mental state of the other, to take the time to consider their answers before speaking or conducting the actual business at hand.

This is something I have taken with me throughout my whole life. When I invite people over to my home, I offer them tea. Whenever my close friends are distressed, we sit down and have Tea. And we talk. I feel more connected to the folks who engage in this with me, and it makes me feel like I'm passing along something significant from my family and culture. At the end of long trips that I take with friends, I take them out to Tea. It's a good place to shove off all the weariness that can come from travel. It's a good place to reminisce about the good and the bad stuff. It's a good way for me to remind people that I love them. After major projects or events, I often do the same. I need it, and I can tell that sometimes other people need that space, too. There have been many times throughout my life where I've run out of the house at 1 am or later because someone asked me, "do you want to get tea?"

My grandmother and I had Tea this morning, and it was good. It put us both back on the errands we wanted to run and the chores we wanted to do by two hours or so, but in the end, the time that is spent together is more important than a few chores. She's not going to be around forever, and this is something we haven't done in a long time. She needed it. I needed it. Besides, I completely forgot it was Easter, so all the electronics shops I needed to hit to get the parts I needed were closed, and the downpour limited the amount of yard work we could accomplish today anyway. It crossed my mind that she is 79 this year, which means we may not have that many years left of doing this together. A big part of me just isn't ready to accept this yet. Her company is something I treasure immensely, and taking care of her is 80% of the reason why I still live at home. She knows it is selfish of her to want me to stay while she is still alive, but at the same time, for her I would endure a lot worse. And in a lot of ways, she is really my strongest connection to home. With my family gone off the deep end the way they have this past decade, most of us are pretty estranged from one another. It has forced me to really redefine my relationship with Korea on my own terms this past decade.
tempested_bird: (Dark Lotus)
Have I ever mentioned that George Takei is my hero? A charming video with husband Brad Altman regarding the 2010 US Census. This one comes via [livejournal.com profile] sunfell and I HAD to share it.

Oh, my!

ETA: Transcription of Video For My Hearing Impaired Friends )
tempested_bird: (Cthulu Ranger)
"Have you read any good books lately?"
"...yes. Yes, I have."

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I saw this off my Coilhouse feed, and I HAD to share it.

It's too late in the day for "Early Morning Gems" but it is stone cold awesome.

Janelle Monae - Many Moons

This is everything that is right with pop music. It's got robots, funky gadgets, people with crazy hair, and the song is fun. SOLD!
tempested_bird: (GoGuRyeo)
Whilst doing my nightly browse through YouTube (yes, I'm addicted to YouTube, don't judge me), I discovered this very lovely and delightfully nerdy young lady.

She did covers of two Korean pop songs I happen to like a lot, and she's pretty good! Her pronunciation on "It's You" is really quite good and she handles some of the consonants that are tricky for native speakers of western languages nicely. Also, nice voice.

I thought they were cute.
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While sitting here at my desk and drinking tea (yes, at 1:00 am), this was brought to my attention:

That was cute, and it just made my Monday morning.
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Some of you may recognise his hand work as the contact juggling hands of Jareth from Labyrinth (1986).

Michael Moschen is THE reason I became *obsessed* with contact juggling when I was a kid.
And the way he moves is just pure body poetry.

And as an added bonus, my other favourite juggler/acrobat, Viktor Kee from Cirque du Soleil's Dralion. If Moschen is poetry, this guy is fucking rock and roll.

tempested_bird: (Tempest)
Notre Dame de Paris (2001), dir. Giles Amado.


Oh... Garou!! That voice... ::swoon::
::coughs:: I'm better now.
tempested_bird: (No on Prop H8)
Right now, I'm having a drink in honour of our new President Barack Obama.

It's a real privilege to be witness to a major moment like this. From this moment on, our world here is a different place, and I think a better place. Not better because our problems will be fixed over night. No, we know that won't happen. But better because we've finally busted through another major ceiling in our political history. That I can drink to.

And I am having another in mourning. Because there's a chance that Prop. 8 will pass. Pleasepleaseplease don't let that happen.

ETA: Californians who voted for this, I'm very disappointed in you. This one was a close once, but much to my dismay Propsition 8 has passed. I hope you're happy, you jerks.
tempested_bird: (No on Prop H8)
Taken from a post by [livejournal.com profile] cmpriest, a group of Seventh Day Adventists rally against Proposition 8.

For me, this is a very happy and welcome surprise.
tempested_bird: (No on Prop H8)
A.K.A.: California is not as liberal as Non-Californians like to think it is.

Yes, I know that I'm not usually one to post about politics because the current state of politics in the U.S. and especially California aggravates the hell out of me, and talking about it only raises my blood pressure. That said, when something like Proposition 8 pops up in California, I'll be damned if I'm going to shut up about it.

Proposition 8 proposes to remove the right for same-sex couples to marry in California. It's trying to pass that only a marriage between a man and a woman will be valid and recognised in this state.

Excuse me? Uhm, no.

Most of the arguments for it have been shaky and circular at best outright lies at their worst. Things like "it will teach gay marriage in schools" (first of all, what's wrong with that), it will remove the tax exempt or religious status of organisations that do not recognise same-sex marriage as part of their belief structure and there is all kinds of litigation that people are waiting to begin once it passes, etc. etc.

I've found this handy-dandy little website that for the most part separates the fact and fiction surrounding this particular proposition, for your edification.

Propsition 8: Fact vs. Fiction

Fiction: Prop 8 doesn’t discriminate against gays.

* Fact: Prop 8 is simple: it eliminates the rights for same-sex couples to marry. Prop 8 would deny equal protections and write discrimination against one group of people—lesbian and gay people—into our state constitution.

Fiction: Teaching children about same-sex marriage will happen here unless we pass Prop 8.

* Fact: Not one word in Prop 8 mentions education, and no child can be forced, against the will of their parents, to be taught anything about health and family issues at school. California law prohibits it, and the Yes on 8 campaign knows they are lying. Sacramento Superior Court Judge Timothy Frawley has already ruled that this claim by Prop 8 proponents is “false and misleading.” The Orange County Register, traditionally one of the most conservative newspapers in the state, says this claim is false. So do lawyers for the California Department of Education.

Fiction: Churches could lose their tax-exemption status.

* Fact: Nothing in Prop 8 would force churches to do anything. In fact, the court decision regarding marriage specifically says “no religion will be required to change its religious policies or practices with regard to same-sex couples, and no religious officiant will be required to solemnize a marriage in contravention of his or her religious beliefs.”

Fiction: A Massachusetts case about a parent’s objection to the school curriculum will happen here.

* Fact: Unlike Massachusetts, California gives parents an absolute right to remove their kids and opt-out of teaching on health and family instruction they don’t agree with. The opponents know that California law already covers this and Prop 8 won’t affect it, so they bring up an irrelevant case in Massachusetts.

Fiction: People can be sued over personal beliefs.

* Fact: California’s laws already prohibit discrimination against anyone based on race, religion, gender, or sexual orientation. This has nothing to do with marriage.

Fiction: Unless Prop 8 passes, CA parents won’t have the right to object to what their children are taught in school.

* Fact: California law clearly gives parents and guardians broad authority to remove their children from any health instruction if it conflicts with their religious beliefs or moral convictions.
tempested_bird: (Photographer on the Beach)
Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] _thespookhouse_ I started YouTubing again and discovered a lot of the older, creepy animation shorts and excerpts of stuff I used to watch whilst I was growing up. In the spirit of it being October and me being in somewhat a nostalgic mood today...

Paul Berry's The Sandman (1991) )

Excerpt from The Adventures of Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger (1985) )

Tim Burton's Vincent )

Stop-motion is, by far, my favourite medium of animation. There's just something about it that gives me a sense of the eerie and the weird that none of the other animations forms give me. I loved the disjointed motion that one can't get away from even in the more modern ones. Not to mention, I love the meticulousness, attention to detail, and time that it requires to pull off.

Cordell Barker's The Cat Came Back (1988) )

Interestingly enough, I was having a conversation about these pieces with [livejournal.com profile] tangled_cianan and we were both remarking on how in the time that these were released people seemed a little less worried about what would "warp the mind of the youth." There was a lot more of this class of experimental, expressionist, cerebral yet weird stuff available to younger kids. Whereas the shit we've got warping people now seems to be a lot more literal - just more physically violent than anything else.

And as a bonus, something that was introduced to me a few years ago (thanks [livejournal.com profile] lizzie_borden!):
The Graveyard Jamboree with Mysterious Mose )
tempested_bird: (Tempest)
I did like Sesame Street as a kid. I especially loved The Count and Placido Flamingo (yes, I've had a thing about horror and opera ever since I was very small) And this one was my probably my favourite Sesame Street song ever. The little dancing bats did me in every time...

One, two, three spread out the cape! )

And The Telephone of Brasil by Placido Flamingo )


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