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4 October 2008

Visual Education

Filed under: Vagaries — Cuthbert @ 9:28 pm

Highlights from the year 6 Art students’ exhibition yesterday:

  1. The elephants reminded me of people. 
  2. I imagined waiting for the children to come home. (Latent maternal instinct. =\ )
  3. The urge to smoosh myself onto the wall of paper pillows was very real indeed. 
  4. I was both titillated and disturbed by ‘The Hundredth Woman’. (Jono informed me of the title.) The eye was drawn.

I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Congratulations to all the artists and good luck for the exam!

Which Chemical Element Am I?

Filed under: Memes — Cuthbert @ 8:39 pm

Your result for The Which Chemical Element Am I Test…

Mo… Molybdenum

You scored 39 Mass, 37 Electronegativity, 60 Metal, and 10 Radioactivity!

I like to think of you as the miracle worker in The Princess Bride… you can do anything and you do it for the betterment of society. Just because you can raise the dead and make flying wagons and stuff doesn’t mean that you show off about it though. You are capable of forming bizarre webs of relationships in which individuals are accomplices, lovers, coworkers, and so on all at once. I once saw you hanging out at the center of a cycloheptatriene… it was completely freakish and bizarre, and I’m not sure I’ve known what to think of you since. But hey, to each their own. Oh, and stay away from the carbon monoxide… you suck that stuff up.

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The Clutch

Filed under: Reflection — Cuthbert @ 1:42 am

My ‘inner phlegmatic’ has seen me through to this point in the year, and it deserves acknowledgment. It is the part of me that feels injustice less, and is less easily affected by frustration or any kind of stress, because it is the part of me that is conservative with its energies. It is the part of me that appraises and evaluates quite pitilessly, and that is capable of seeing ‘giving 100%’ as both a laudable ideal and an indulgence. Quite probably, the other part of me would have handled the endless demands on the limited available energy with less success; there were many times when atelophobia or angst could not have been afforded. At those times, I think it was that other part of myself that managed matters of survival.  

But as pressures have gradually become less immediate, that part of me tends towards dangerous inaction. The circumstances have changed, but the readjustment is proving difficult.

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