UPDATE 5/26/20: Video of David Patchen’s art glass creation process added at bottom.
First, unrelated rant…
To hell with this tired old “COVID-19 crisis” being “lovingly” browbeaten into everyone, for months now. We should all get our lives back to normal and never again allow any self-proclaimed power elites to mess so horribly with our lives, as they’ve enjoyed for far too long now…one day would have been too long. To hell with these public “health” social engineers! My life is mine, not theirs to do with as they please.
I’ve strongly suspected this Virus calamity was politically motivated psychological warfare from the beginning. I’ve never listened to their incessant propaganda; only listen to aware people who refuse this “new normal” and would never kneel before Gates-Fauci and company in abject obedience. Up off your knees, the rest of you!
Protect and quarantine the ill and immune compromised, like always. No more of this “everyone shelter in place until we have a vaccine” and “let all the ‘non-essential’ businesses and the economy die” insanity. Vaccines are risky, deadly to some, so lets have a harmless, placebo vaccine to go along with the virtual disease, eh? But only for those who want the jab. And all businesses are essential to those who’ve worked hard to build them and succeed and live well and independently (except for any who abuse animals, that is).
That brings me back to things I love…
Since childhood I’ve had a thing about art glass, although back then I thought of the pieces simply as pretty, smooth, soothing little objects. Something about glass is magical to me. It’s made from sand, but look at its gleaming transparency. So simply beautiful! My favorites were the tiny, brightly colored blown glass animal figures. Go figure. I was born an animal lover, although it took decades of learning to finally live according to those principles.
Anyhow, those richly colored, clear or translucent tiny animals set me up for a lifelong love for all things artistic made of glass. Well, not everything in art glass, of course, but only those I find extra pretty. Below in random order are twenty of those from the web…Murano features heavily here; probably some prejudice on my part due to being half Italian. But the Muranos are just so stunning. Enjoy!
(Click on image for full size viewing.)
1) Blown Glass Lizard – sold on Ebay
2) Bull Terrier – russiancrafts.com
3) Butterfly – russiancrafts.com
4) Cranberry 24k Gold on Glass Murano Vase – sold on Ebay
5) David Patchen Handblown Art Glass
6) Floral Bouquet – Oregon
7) Murano Bull – sold on Ebay
8) Murano Cats – gumps.com
9) Murano Dachshunds – sold on Ebay
10) Murano Dragonfly – sold on Ebay
11) Murano Elephants – sold on Ebay
12) Murano Horse – sold on Ebay
13) Murano Latticino Paperweight – sold on Ebay
14) Murano Millefiori Pitcher – glassofvenice.com (sorry about the tag)
15) Tulips in Murano Millefiori Vase – glassofvenice.com
Firstly, to get the “kvetching” (mustn’t swear) and intro out of the way…
Anti-vegans claim vegans are always thinking about food; they say it’s because we’re starving on crappy fake food and only need to down a bloody steak and wash it down with cow’s milk to get us focused on more important things in life than food, like they are, hahaha…hah. When omni or carny food lovers obsess about what they love to eat and blather loudly about it all, they’re affectionately called “foodies” who simply and naturally enjoy eating tasty stuff. Funny how that works out, isn’t it?
I absolutely love all of my everyday healthy vegan foods, but do dream of being able to stuff myself full of “forbidden” treats like pizza and cake…veganized of course. If only I could, without suffering the sorry and severe consequences.
I watched a video yesterday of all the strangest Last Meal requests of Death Row inmates (most of their menus being expectedly meat heavy), and it got me thinking, what would my preferred last meal be? If I were on Death Row I’d probably want little or nothing, since I lose my appetite and get sort of nauseous when totally stressed out, scared or depressed.
So I thought of another scenario…
Say that in some dummy’s fantasy, the media has reported that there’s a giant asteroid headed towards Earth and it will be here the day after tomorrow. You’re a foodie and your thoughts turn to what will be your final meal (or full day of gorging) before the big kaboom and your journey into the unknown, sans body. You have no idea what’s to come following that. Regardless, you’re gleefully happy and cannot wait for this spinning lunatic asylum full of death and unjust suffering to finally be finished off. So you’re going shopping (assuming any shops will be open), for ingredients if you’re a cook at heart, and/or for ready-made items that you sometimes wish you could eat yourself to death with, having blissed out in crazy taste-bud ecstasy for hours, possibly all day long with several breaks, since I eat nice and slow.
So, below are my choices…and I hope to see others’ Last Meal selections in the comments, but who cares about my hopes? Probably no one, sigh. Anyhow:
Everything’s VEGAN, naturally.
Serving sizes? No such thing! All you can eat…
• Green chili & black bean tamales (greasy!)
• Pizza with lots of Miyoko’s mozzarella and some hot peppers (also nice & greasy)
• Shortbread cookies (again greasy, and nice & crumbly)
• Glazed jelly donuts (What, me worry about sugar? No more!)
• Chocolate layer cake with lots of chocolate frosting (mmmm, more sugar and lots of deep brown chocolatey gooeyness)
• Premium smooth peanut butter, lightly salted
And to wash it all down… • Big tumbler of chocolate peppermint soy milk
That’s one huge pig-out for me because my maintenance calories are 1800, and a rough estimate of calories here is about 3800. That’s probably equal to my all-time pig-out record and possibly all I could eat without dropping dead (and I’d want to be fully conscious for the asteroid hit, heheh). Anyways, who’s counting calories any more on “D Day”? I must be nuts.
Of course I’d have plenty of extra food on hand and let my dog(s) (and family) stuff down as much as they could, too, since what dog or human wouldn’t love to gorge on all that in glazed-eyed, Buddha-bellied abandon, knowing there’s no tomorrow?
With my luck, after finishing that gut busting, weight packing, heart-attack, diabetes-chow feast, the asteroid would unexpectedly change course and this purgatory would grind on, and I’d be stuck bloated, several pounds heavier, and probably ripe for some dreaded, food-related, chronic disease.
Oh well, the world’s end is only a dream, but still I pray.
I discovered a new phobia yesterday that I don’t think has ever been known before. Naturally it’s my exclusive, weird phobia, as anything of mine usually is the only one in the universe (seems that way at times).
Gephyrophobia is a general fear of bridges. But no, that’s not quite what I’m talking about here. I have no problem with walking or driving over bridges, as long as they’re well built. Although with the potential for earthquakes in Southern California I do get extremely anxious when stuck in a car on a freeway overpass or cloverleaf, way the heck up there, where a good strong quake could send you and the bridge crumbling down. But I’ll still do that (without actually feeling faint or having a panic attack) on the rare occasions when it’s unavoidable in order to get somewhere.
Yesterday I was on a walk with my precious little dog Tyler in Buena Park, CA, after visiting my bank out there, and came to the end of a street which ended at the intersecting 91 freeway. Saw a strange construct there and went to check it out. Turned out to be the entrance to the walkup to a pedestrian bridge that would take us to the neighborhood on the other side of the freeway. Bridge is pictured here, courtesy of Google Maps:
“That looks interesting.”
I said to myself and Tyler, let’s do this! I’d never walked a freeway pedestrian bridge before. Had heard stories of deranged people tossing bricks or other heavy items (sometimes themselves as in suicide) off of them, causing car wrecks and injuring or killing people in the days before these bridges were enclosed by chain link fencing, but never thought about walking across one myself. The thought of being up there and watching the cars streak past down below from both directions seemed intriguing, since a favorite walk has always been to the end of beach piers, totally enjoying the crashing waves below (if only the piers were minus the fishermen). Well well, was I wrong about this new experience.
I understand others’ “irrational” phobias now, when I didn’t before.
I have one known phobia that seems pretty rational…I tried to be like a mechanic once and laid down on my back to slide underneath a car to look at something or other down there. After just a few seconds I started panicking, couldn’t sit up, felt trapped, had to get out immediately and realized I’d never do that again. It’s a form of claustrophobia I guess, and I’d never had occasion to experience it before then. Strange, because I don’t fear elevators or other enclosed spaces, when standing anyways.
My mom had claustrophobia due to being locked in closets as punishment as a child, and I’d never understood her intense fear of being shut in somewhere. Thought all she needed was to do it, safely, repeatedly, and realize it wasn’t going to kill her, and just “get over it.” Well, I began to change my mind when I experienced my own phobia(s). Unless you have the chance to do the things that will make you dizzy and weak-kneed with anxiety and panic, you don’t realize you have any phobias.
So I and Tyler happily trekked up the bridge on-ramp…
Little Tyler the boss-man chihuahua usually leads the way (but safely), so I watched to see if he’d be fearful when he reached the actual bridge, as he doesn’t care for high foot bridges or anything unusual like that. He was a little cautious, checking out the noisy traffic down below, a bit nervous, but nothing he was going to refuse to get across. He felt safe with me. So I said, “great,” and started across myself with brave little Tyler as my guide.
Traffic was pretty heavy and the whooshing noise was intense, the cars hurtling by underneath from both directions. I started gasping a bit and thought, “just relax.” But no, there was no relaxing to be done. I kept going, thinking it was just excitement due to a new experience. But no, aside from the hyperventilating and heart pounding that kicked in, I started trembling, feeling dizzy, like I’d pass out if I didn’t turn around quickly and get the hell off that crazy death trap. We were about a third of the way across. Visions like the one below may have flitted through my head, a ped bridge knocked down by a garbage truck bucket that hadn’t been lowered…
I did quickly turn back and got the hell off that horrific thing.
As soon as we headed down the on-ramp I calmed down almost completely; was totally cool when back on the sidewalk, but vowing never again! Poor little brave Tyler had been looking forward to getting across that strange passageway and seeing (sniffing) more stuff on some new turf on the other side. But if I’d actually managed to get over there (by running like a terrified jackrabbit), getting back over again would have been nearly impossible if not totally so. Would probably have had to call for help, which would have been pretty embarrassing.
So, I now have two phobias that I know of: the under the car (or anything similar) thing, and the pedestrian overpass thing. Bottom line: No more scoffing at other people’s phobias for me. I have seen the light (or rather, the near blacking out).