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Sunday, 24 January 2010 19:34

Ingrid is running a little project called The Character Project over here.

The premise is simple, each week there will be a brief character prompt and then we go and do what we can with it.

I’ve gone and missed the first two, but, this week, I managed to complete an entry. Below you will find what I did with weeks prompt:

Margaret narrowed her eyes and stared at the spider on the ceiling.”

Name: Margaret

Age: 84

Details: Housebound; has arthritis in her fingers; husband died three years ago.

If you are keen to join. If you want to push yourself a little more. If you want to complete some fifty character sketches (or so) this year, then consider signing up.

Margaret narrowed her eyes and stared at the spider on the ceiling.

“Oh, dear, how did you ever get up there?”, she said. “Ben, God rest his soul, would have been so unhappy to see you there. He was a bit of a stickler for cleanliness – hated bugs. Not that you are a bug. Arthropod is what you are - class arichnida, order araneae.

“Yes, I know quite a lot about you,” she continued as she moved to the corner, “I always wanted to be an entomologist. Ever since I was five. Of course, in those days, it wasn’t proper for a woman to have too much study. They said all that learning made us go crazy.”

She continued speaking as she moved the three tier step stool she found, “Respectable women didn’t study, they didn’t work. We were supposed to knit doilies or something.” She chuckled to herself.  “But there was the war. A big war it was. They called it the Second World War. It was a terrible time. I even got to work in a factory. Making munitions for our brave boys. It was only temporary. It was a time of desperation, a time when all good souls banded together to fight against the evil axis of Fascism.” She set the stool down and looked up at the spider. “But you’re not evil are you? Just misunderstood. People have so many irrational fears. It’s fear that drives folks crazy, not the book learning.” She expelled a big puff of air and puttered towards some drawers.

“When women were called to help in the war effort, I though this was the chance for us to show our capabilities. To show that we could take a place beside men in the world.” She took out a small jar with a green base. “I bought this shortly after Ben, bless his soul, died. It wasn’t expensive, just a dollar at the Dollar store. It’s a little bug collecting jar for children. I was so excited when I bought. It wasn’t a big thing, but I felt both giddy and guilty when I bought it.  Ben would never have approved. ‘We fought for decency’ he would say. ‘Women shouldn’t get their hands dirty,’ he would say.  Not that he ever cleaned the toilets or scrubbed the floors. But he was a good man in his own way – just a little old fashioned. I suppose I am too.” She set the specimen jar on a rubber mat and with her twisted fingers worked to unscrew the lid. “This is such a nice jar. The top is a large magnifying lens. It makes it so easy to see the organism locked inside.” She stopped to look at the spider. “I wonder, do spiders get arthritis? Probably not, your joints are different from ours.” She sighed again and returned to trying to work the lid off the jar.

“It’s a shame really. I dreamed of being an entomologist when I was younger. Madame Curie was a big inspiration for me. She won the Nobel prize twice, you know. And the only person to ever win in two different fields: chemistry and physics. A shining role model she was.” The lid finally came off the jar.

“My fingers aren’t much good any more – twisted and misshapen as they are, “ she said looking at the spider. “I had dreams and I had hopes, but they have all withered like my fingers.”

She left the lid on the counter and picked up a thin sheet of card. With the jar in one hand and the card in the other, she moved toward the step stool and looked up at the spider. “When Ben, rest his soul, died three years ago, I thought part of me died too. But, lately, I realize that when my dreams and ambitions were denied, so too was my life denied. I can’t die because I have never lived.”


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Mysterious Leg Problem PDF Print E-mail
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Thursday, 24 March 2011 04:51

The patient said, "Doc, you must check my leg. Something's wrong. Just put your ear up to my thigh, and you'll hear it!" The doctor cautiously placed his ear to the man's thigh and heard, "Give me $10! I'm desperate! I need $10!"

"I've never seen or heard anything like this before! How long has this been going on?" the doctor asked.

"That's nothing, Doc. Put your ear to my knee." The doctor put his ear to the man's knee and heard it say, "Please! I really need $5! Just $5! Please! I'm desperate!"

The doctor was truly dumbfounded. "Sir, I really don't know what to tell you. I've never seen anything like this."

"Wait, Doc, that's not all of it. There's more. Just put your ear down on my ankle," the man urged him. The doctor did as the man said and was amazed to hear his ankle plead, "Please, I just need $20! Please lend me $20, please! I am really desperate!"

"I have no idea what to tell you. There's nothing about it in any of my books," the doctor said as he frantically searched all his medical reference books. "However, I can make a well-educated guess. Based on life and all my previous experiences, I can tell you with some certainty that your leg seems to be broke in three places."


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Ghostly Narcissism PDF Print E-mail
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Sunday, 27 February 2011 17:56

I did these last night. I was inspired by cignoh's latest avatar attempt and wanted to see if I could achieve the same effect.

I had tried last year to cartoonify myself, but the result (while not horrible) left something to be desired.

The steps I followed (using GIMP) were:

(1) load my picture

(2) create a blank second layer

(3) trace the major lines in my picture (this is a little harder than it looks)

(4) coarsely pixelize (filters -> blur -> pixelize) the original image - nice big blocky pixels

(5) sampled colours from the pixelized image to floodfill the areas in my traced image

Over all, it worked a lot better than my attempt last year at cartoonifying.

tad-1102.26

However, I still though there should be a more mechanical way (i.e. avoiding having me draw / trace stuff) of doing it. So I played a little more and came up with this (as an intermediate result, but I liked it, so I kept it):

ghostly

One thing I did was to (1) create duplicate layers of the image, (2) seriously blur one of the image, (3) do a difference of images, (4) invert the image. This resulted in a nice image as well.

The following illustrates the steps I took to achieving this:

tad-1102.26-5


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The greatest defect of common education is … PDF Print E-mail
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Wednesday, 23 March 2011 13:59

“The greatest defect of common education is, that we are in the habit of putting pleasure all on one side, and weariness on the other; all weariness in study, all pleasure in idleness.” – Francois Fenelon (1651-1715), Archbishop of Cambrai, from De l'éducation des filles (On the Education of Girls)

It must have been translated by a Puritan because because the original reads thus:

“Remarquez un grand défaut des éducations ordinaires: on met tout le plaisir d'un côté , et tout l'ennui de l'autre; tout l'ennui dans l'étude, tout le plaisir dans les divertissements.”

Which is better translated as:

Observe a great defect in common education: we put all the fun on one side, and all the dullness on the other; all the dullness in study, all the pleasure in entertainment.

(translation by me)


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The Story of Mary PDF Print E-mail
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Friday, 25 December 2009 14:28

The Bible is a little sparse on Mary’s background. Fortunately, there are some non-canonical ancient literature that show even the ancients were interested in knowing more about Mary (and other things).

My favourite has always been the Gospel of the Birth of Mary. But there is also the Protevangelium – The Infancy Gospel of James –claimed to have been written by Jesus’ stepbrother, James. and one I only discovered a few weeks ago, the Gospel of Pseudo-Matthew.

Below is my retelling and embellishment of the back-story on Mary, the Mother of God (mostly based on the narrative contained within the Gospel of the Birth of Mary.

In Israel, in Galilee, in the city of Nazareth, there lived a righteous man by the name of Joachim with his wife Anna. Their lives were plain and right in the sight of the Lord, pious and faultless before men.

They divided all they had into three parts. The first they offered to God, to His priests and to His temples; the second they distributed to the widows, the orphans and the poor; the remaining third they kept for their own use.

For twenty years, they lived this way, in the favour of God, with the esteem of their neighbours and the shame of being barren. They vowed that if God should favour them with children, they would devote them to the service of the Lord.

Each year, at the time of the Feast of the Lord1, Joachim went up to Jerusalem to bring his offering to the Lord. As Joachim stood with the other men of Israel, preparing his offering to the Lord, the high-priest, Issachar approached him and said loudly, “It is not lawful for you to stand among the righteous of Israel and make offerings to God, because God has not blessed you with a son for Israel.”

Joachim answered, “Since before I was married, I have always offered generously to the Lord and He has rewarded me with fertile flocks. I have always given generously to those in need; there is none who would blame me.”

Issachar reproached him even more loudly, “How can you presume your offerings are acceptable to God, when He has judged you unworthy to have children?”

Joachim’s tribesmen and the men of the other tribes rose to his defence saying, “He has always done right by the Lord and by men.” Issachar silenced their protests by quoting scripture, “Cursed is everyone who does not beget a male for Israel.”2 Then turning to Joachim he added, “Until you have born some offspring, your offerings are an abomination to the Lord.”

Being shamed before the men of Israel, he withdrew from the temple of the Lord, weeping. He did not return home for fear of being similarly reproached by his own kinsmen and retired into the mountains with his flocks.

When Anna heard what had happened to her husband in Jerusalem she waited for him to return. After forty days, when he did not return and none knew where he had gone Anna turned to the Lord with tears and cried out, “O Lord, most mighty and holy God of Israel, was it not enough that you should withhold children from me, must you also take away my husband?” She threw herself to the ground and wept.

As Anna poured her sorrows into the dust of the Earth, the angel of the Lord appeared saying, “Why do you weep?”

Anna replied, “I have been cursed by the Lord to be barren and I fear my husband is dead.”

The angel said, “I am the angel of the Lord and I have been sent to tell you that God has heard your prayers and born witness to your charity and He has been greatly pleased. Know that you shall bear a child for Israel, a girl named Mary who shall be blessed above all women.”

Anna replied, “I am past the age of child bearing. Even if I was not, I fear my husband is dead, destroyed by wild beasts, beginning with the one named Issachar.”

The angel answered, “Sarah conceived in her ninetieth year and gave rise to a nation as numerous as the stars in the sky and the sand in the sea. Go, therefore, to Jerusalem and as a sign that what I have told you is true, you shall meet your husband, of whose safety you have been concerned, at the Golden Gate.”

At the same time, the angel of the Lord appeared to Joachim as he tended his flocks in the mountain and said, “Why do you not return to your wife?”

Joachim replied, “I have been with her for twenty years and it has not pleased God to give me children by her. I have been driven away from the temple of the Lord by my own people, why should I go back to her when I am an outcast and utterly despised by my own people? Here I shall remain with my sheep for as long as the Lord grants me life.”

The angle said, “I am the angel of the Lord sent to you that I might tell you that your prayers have been heard, and your alms ascended to God.

“God has seen your shame, and heard you unjustly reproached for not having children. God is the avenger of sin, and not its cause. So when he shuts the womb of any person, he does it for this reason: that he may in a more wonderful manner open it, and that which is born is seen not as the product of lust, but as a gift of God.

“Your wife, Anna, shall bear a child, a daughter named Mary who shall be blessed above all women. For the first three years she shall live in your house. Afterwards, as you have promised in prayer, she shall be devoted to the service of the Lord and shall not leave the temple until the time of her betrothal. She shall serve the Lord in prayer and fasting; she shall abstain from every unclean thing, and never know any man; being without pollution or defilement or any kind, and a virgin, she shall bring forth the Saviour of the world.

“Go, therefore, to Jerusalem, and as a sign that what I have told you is true, you shall meet your wife at the Golden Gate, who will rejoice at seeing you again for she has been greatly concerned for your safety.”

Joachim and Anna both departed for Jerusalem as commanded by the angel. Coming to the Golden Gate, they rejoiced at the site of one another. Being fully satisfied at the angel’s promise of a child, they gave thanks and offering to the Lord.

Afterwards they returned home and Anna conceived and bore a child as the angel had told them. They named the child Mary as the angel had instructed. For three years they raised her in the house until fully weaned.

When Mary was three, they brought her to the temple of the Lord, as they had promised, and dedicated her to the service of the Lord.

Mary lived and served the Lord in His temple. She spent three years in the service of God the Creator, the Maker of all that is seen and unseen; she spent three years in the service of God the Comforter, the Counsel and Advocate of the faithful; and, finally, she spent three years in the service of God the Saviour, the Redeemer who would ransom His life for the life of His people.

After nine years, when she was twelve3 and of the age of maturity, she could no longer remain inside the temple lest she defiled it. Having been dedicated to the temple, she was not betrothed. The priests decreed that all eligible men, both single and widowed, shall assemble before the temple and God would, by a sign, reveal Mary’s husband.

All eligible men, young and old, unmarried and widowed, gathered before the temple of the Lord. The priests prayed to God for a sign and, at once, the sky turned dark. The priests asked the men, “Why is the Lord displeased with this assembly?” But the men had no answer. Again, the priests prayed to God for a sign and, at once, the winds began to blow and thunder sounded in the distance. Again, the priests asked the men, “Why is the Lord displeased with this assembly?” Again, the men had no answer. Once more, the priests prayed to God for a sign and, at once, it began to hail with fire flashing in the midst of it4. Once more, the priests turned to the men and asked, “Why is the Lord displeased with this assembly?” This time, a young man, by the name of James, answered, “Because my father, Joseph, refused to come.”

The priests inquired, “The widower Joseph? Joseph the carpenter? Joseph of the House of David from the town of Bethlehem?”

“The same,” replied James.

“Then fetch him and do not vex the Lord any longer,” ordered the priests.

James ran to his father’s house and begged him to come, saying, “The Lord is raining hail as he once did upon the land of Egypt.”

Joseph went with his son and, as he stood with the assembled men, the hail and thundering stopped. The priests demanded of Joseph, “Why did you not present yourself as we decreed?”

Joseph answered, “I am an old man who has been well blessed by the Lord in the wife I had and the sons she bore me. It is not seemly that I should seek for a wife who is younger than my sons and would be as a younger sister to them and not a mother. “

The priests replied, “It is not for you, but for the Lord to decide. Do you deny, that the passing of the storm with your arrival is a sign of God’s will?”

Joseph denied it, saying. “It is a sign of the weather and not of God’s will.”

The priests prayed to God and the clouds broke and the light which came through the clouds shone upon Joseph. The priests asked again to Joseph, “Do you still deny God’s will?”

Joseph denied it a second time, saying, “It is the wind that has scattered the clouds.”

Once more, the priests prayed to God and a dove came and settled on Joseph’s shoulder. Once more, the priests asked Joseph, “Do you still deny God’s will?”

Joseph denied it a third time and raising his staff he slammed it into the ground, where it immediately took root and brought forth green leaves and new flowers.

No longer able to deny the will of God, Joseph relented and accepted Mary as his betrothed.


Notes:

(1) Feast of the Lord: Sukkot, Feast of Tabernacles – roughly speaking, Thanksgiving.

(2) Deut 7:12-14

(3) In ancient Israel, a girl was deemed to enter puberty at age 12 (a boy at 13). In Ancient Greece, girls were married at age 14 to soldiers of age 30. In ancient Rome, girls were deemed to enter puberty at age 12 (14 for boys) and were considered women by age 14, as Epictetus wrote: “From the age of fourteen, men give women then title of Mistress. Seeing that there is nothing else that they can obtain, but only the power of lying with men, they begin to decorate themselves, and to place all their hopes in this.” The title of Mistress should be understood in the proper English sense of “Lady of the House” (Master and Mistress) - a woman with some authority and power and not in the vulgar, vernacular meaning, “illegitimate lover”.

(4) Exodus 9:22-25


[Updated on 29-Aug-2010 @ 11:31: fixed some minor typos and tightened up the text in places.]

 



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