A "Sunday Seven" post
Jan. 27th, 2019 10:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
capri0mniOne: My "Birthday Resolution" to write a drabble a day is continuing apace. Today is day 14, and so far, I've already had one day where I failed to write anything, and two days where I failed to finish a drabble before bed (because I rely on my aide to get me into and out of bed, I don't have the option of staying up a little bit later to finish things). But, so far, I've been able to write extra on following days, so I'm still on track to write 365 drabbles in a year.
Reminder: I'm posting the drabbles here, on my journal, under a custom filter. If you want in, just let me know.
2: Sometimes, I need to listen to Rhiannon Giddens singing to cheer me up:
C: Speaking of music, yesterday I watched the documentary "Rumble: The Indians who Rocked the World," yesterday (streamed on my online PBS station, but also available for streaming on YouTube and other places, probably). Absolutely fascinating -- and infuriating (how cultural history is erased).
IV:(X-Posted from Tumblr) When I was in college and grad school, back in the 1980s and ‘90s, Valentine’s Day was a big deal on campus. The dreary boredom of mid-February snow and the stress of midterm exams were both alleviated somewhat by the arrival of bouquets in the mail room, and red and pink bunting in the cafeteria.
And for those who weren’t in a romantic relationship, and were feeling left out, there were “I Hate Cupid” parties, and mock “Singles Awareness Day” (S.A.D.) campaigns.
I didn’t have the language, yet, to identify as aro/ace. But I didn’t hate Cupid, and I wasn’t particularly sad to be single (besides, as someone with a disability, “Awareness Campaigns” have always given me the heebie-jeebies).
So, instead of calling it “Singles Awareness Day,” I propose that those on the asexual/aromantic spectrum, who still want to beat the late winter blahs, start using “Busting Amatonormativity Day,” instead.
That way, you can invite your friends over to
Join my B.A.N.D.!
five: Speaking of which:
[Image description: Word-and-Graphics art on a pale violet field. Five Valentine's hearts, with drop shadows, in a gentle arc, ranging from pale pink on the outside to bright red in the center. The text below, in black, sans serif font reads: "I hate the marketing and social pressure of Valentine's Day. But I love the Aesthetics." The words 'hate' and 'love' are underlined in white. Description ends]
6: Here's another documentary I watched, recently, via my PBS:
g: Question: of all the mystical creatures that populate fantasy, why do you think dragons are the ones that became ubiquitous, over all the others?
Reminder: I'm posting the drabbles here, on my journal, under a custom filter. If you want in, just let me know.
2: Sometimes, I need to listen to Rhiannon Giddens singing to cheer me up:
C: Speaking of music, yesterday I watched the documentary "Rumble: The Indians who Rocked the World," yesterday (streamed on my online PBS station, but also available for streaming on YouTube and other places, probably). Absolutely fascinating -- and infuriating (how cultural history is erased).
IV:(X-Posted from Tumblr) When I was in college and grad school, back in the 1980s and ‘90s, Valentine’s Day was a big deal on campus. The dreary boredom of mid-February snow and the stress of midterm exams were both alleviated somewhat by the arrival of bouquets in the mail room, and red and pink bunting in the cafeteria.
And for those who weren’t in a romantic relationship, and were feeling left out, there were “I Hate Cupid” parties, and mock “Singles Awareness Day” (S.A.D.) campaigns.
I didn’t have the language, yet, to identify as aro/ace. But I didn’t hate Cupid, and I wasn’t particularly sad to be single (besides, as someone with a disability, “Awareness Campaigns” have always given me the heebie-jeebies).
So, instead of calling it “Singles Awareness Day,” I propose that those on the asexual/aromantic spectrum, who still want to beat the late winter blahs, start using “Busting Amatonormativity Day,” instead.
That way, you can invite your friends over to
Join my B.A.N.D.!
five: Speaking of which:
[Image description: Word-and-Graphics art on a pale violet field. Five Valentine's hearts, with drop shadows, in a gentle arc, ranging from pale pink on the outside to bright red in the center. The text below, in black, sans serif font reads: "I hate the marketing and social pressure of Valentine's Day. But I love the Aesthetics." The words 'hate' and 'love' are underlined in white. Description ends]
6: Here's another documentary I watched, recently, via my PBS:
g: Question: of all the mystical creatures that populate fantasy, why do you think dragons are the ones that became ubiquitous, over all the others?
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Date: 2019-01-28 02:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-28 12:30 pm (UTC)(Okay, I found that post on Tumblr, and put it in my queue. ... It'll be up this afternoon).
In any case, that doesn't explain our shift in attitude toward dragons -- how they went form toxic, fire-breathing cockroaches (basically) to glamorous creatures for queens to ride through the sky. And that's what I'm really curious about.
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Date: 2019-01-30 02:44 am (UTC)As for the shift in attitude, hasn't that been a general trend in recent decades for all horror creatures? E.g., vampires used to be glamorous but reviled subtext of societally forbidden human nature but now they're Muppets and cereal mascots and cops with angsty backstories and Owen Wilson doing a comic X-Files. Last month for Tumblr I drew Godzilla in a labcoat extorting climate change response from the White House.
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Date: 2019-01-30 11:52 am (UTC)(This may be an unpopular opinion, even in Academia, but I think of Asian dragons as different beasts altogether, and 'dragons' only in name, just as the Qilin is called the "Chinese 'unicorn'," even though that association didn't happen until contact with Europe)
Anyway, you may be right that it's just part of the general trend of seeing monsters as the good guys, now (and I really liked your Godzilla cartoon). But dragons were certainly the vanguard for that trend, what with Ogden Nash's poem Custard the Dragon, which he wrote in 1936, which inspired Peter, Paul and Mary's "Puff the Magic Dragon" in 1962.