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I’ve had perma-grin all week listening to this.
I’ve said before that I’m a sucker for collaborative music projects.
Mashups aren’t really collaboration, but combining all different genres of music into one track has the same kind of affect on me. Even though most mashups are pretty forgettable, they are almost always fun to begin with.
Girl Talk (aka Gregg Michael Gillis) however is anything but forgettable.
Earlier this year there was a bit of a buzz about an article in The Atlantic about Donald Gray Triplett—who in 1943 was the first child to ever be diagnosed as “autistic.”
The article itself (by John Donvan and Caren Zucker) is really fantastic. Even though it is a bit long for a web piece, it is totally worth your time. I love the introductory story where Donald’s talent (in other words—savant capabilities) for math catches the attention of a travelling entertainer who asks if Donald can join him for his travelling show:
whether they spoke this aloud to their guest or not, [there was] the sheer indignity of what Polgar was proposing. Donald’s being odd, his parents could not undo; his being made an oddity of, they could, and would, prevent. The offer was politely but firmly declined.
I really can’t say enough about this article. I haven’t read anything on the topic that I’ve appreciated so much.
But of all the connectedness of an article like this to my own heart’s strings, it is this image that invoked the most emotion.
For even in a photograph you can see his eyes are so piercing that they’re transcendent. Like the eyes of most individuals whom I’ve met with autism—on the rare occasion that they happen to look straight into your own, they’ll see right through into your soul.
After years of practice I’m lucky to now get a chance to look my son in the eye at least once every day and it still gives me butterflies every time.
Luckily it took very little research to discover the man behind this particular lens—Miller Mobley.
Apparently that whole becoming-human thing wasn’t ultimately satisfying in Ariel’s search for self-discovery.
This new phase involves tattoos, a self-inflicted haircut and extra eyeliner.
Who knows, maybe this is the real Ariel.
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Art and Faith have been intersecting since the dawn of civilization. I love finding examples of artwork that demonstrate spiritual ideas and manage to defy cliché (aka: the Thomas Kinkade effect).
This past weekend was the very first indie craft fare to come to Traverse City—Maker’s Market.
It’s kind of surprising that it’s taken this long actually, TC is known to have a good art vibe and a great community of young adults who are attracted to more indie style.
(of course we’re also “up north” which means a gun show might fare better than a craft show)
But better late than never and it’s finally here, thanks to the initiative and gumption of my good friend Kelly and a few of her compadres.
Seems like the gloomy weather contributed to a merely moderate turnout for the inaguaral event, but based on the caliber of both the organizers and this year’s vendors, this event has a lot of promise for the coming years.
I wasn’t able to participate (a sad but wise decision from earlier this hectic summer) but hopefully next September I’ll be there with some radical prints (like maybe this or this or this), some t-shirts or some of my handmade lingerie for plus-sized men. (ok, I haven’t started work on that one yet)
Or maybe Noël and I can share a table where she can set up some of her handmade purses, etc.
Anybody have a chance to visit the Maker’s Market? What were your favorite finds?
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The Best Things – vintage kitsch
kngo – awesome embroidery and prints
Beloved Vintage – vintage clothing & accessories
Dogg was in front of us in line at Grocery somewhere near Marquette, MI.
All he had in his cart was like six gallons of milk and a case of whiskey.
I have no idea what he had going on that evening, but must have been fun and obviously without any lactose intolerance whatsoever.
I just had a realization that hopefully isn’t true…
When I started Strong Odors, I had no intention of it becoming such a personal space. I really dislike diary-blogging and had every intention to keep my writing altogether fun and challenging without much introspection at all.
Obviously that didn’t happen.
The more I investigated the little things that make me feel alive, (like certain strong odors do) whether “good” or “bad,” the more I started sharing my own stories and experiences.
These interviews have a variety of motivations, one of which is an opportunity for me to write about something other than myself.
However, this unsettling realization I just mentioned is that the subjects seem to be becoming more and more like me.