The Babadook

If you are a concrete thinker this movie will not make any sense to you.

A Kickstarter movie. This is the kind of movie I want to watch.
Director: Jennifer Kent
Writer: Jennifer Kent
Stars: Essie Davis, Daniel Henshall, Noah Wiseman

As a child I was overwhelmingly afraid of the dark closets and things under my bed when I had to go to sleep at night. I never really grew out of that fear until I faced my grief. Well, okay, I am still “kind-of-afraid” of dark closets.

My father died of cancer and my Mom couldn’t handle her grief on her own and so I picked it up and carried it for her. At five years old I became the goat that ate my families grief. Which, as we all know, grief if not taken care of can turn into a horrible monster.

In the movie the Mom finally found her courage and took care of her kid. The symbolism flies thick so keep on your toes!

If you understand what I am saying, you will really like this movie.


This movie was fun, it has a “R” rating but compared to most movies this is really not R-ish…The worst is some cursing with the kid, giving him a little beer and a loaf of bread used to explain a boner.  There are many more jokes in this movie that made me giggle like when I was a kid and said curse words with my friends.

What do you do when you have an amazing talent and overwhelming passion for something and it totally takes over your life?  Sell it to the highest bidder and become a slave?  Work your ass off, almost kill yourself with stress, lose your family and friends, end up broke, desperate, and confused? Or maybe learn to become a master of your talents and passions. This movie gave me the giggles and was really fun to watch. I don’t like most movies that are out now. Their plots are like canned food, no nutrition and too much salt and bad fats. Most movies are all sex and violence, horrible writing, with too much action and all that gives me an upset tummy.

The Chef’s plot and character development are very surface skimming and fun, the relationships will warm your heart and lift you spirits. Don’t dive head first into this movie, nothing really deep to find. Added bonus, you get social media involved. I like how the writers figured out how to promote Twitter, super cute with product placement …wink-wink…


Photos – Oklahoma Abandoned / Norfolk School

My oldest Daughter’s adventures in Oklahoma. She is doing a series abandon buildings in her area near Tulsa. She and her husband ride their motorcycles to these abandoned sites to take the pictures. I wish I could go along and talk to the ghost and spirits, maybe convince them it’s time to move on, no need to stick around. She is a talented artist and photographer and her husband is a huge bear of a man and totally fearless. The creative gene is runs strong in our lineage ❤

The Secret Life Of Walter Mitty-Movie

I loved the music in this movie. I love daydreaming too. If you like lonely daydreamers and adventures, quirky love stories, odd people, awkward moments, good laughs, family, good music, awesome scenery, you will enjoy this movie. The longboarding scene and the accompanying soundtrack in Iceland was a scream.

Director: Ben Stiller
Writers: Steve Conrad (screenplay), Steve Conrad (screen story by),
Stars: Ben Stiller, Kristen Wiig, Jon Daly

Life is about courage, and going into the unknown~

1. Step Out | Jose Gonzalez | Composers : Theodore Shapiro; Craig Wedren

Dust In The Wind-Kansas

One of my favorite songs as a teenager. I was seventeen when this song came out and made my heart ache, my eyes tear up. I would dance by the river to this tune with the Westerly winds blowing my hair around like it was alive..the whole world danced with me back then. It still does sometimes. I must remember to dance with the dust in the wind.
I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind

Don’t hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, all your money won’t another minute buy

Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind

Poem ‘Wreck-It Rahm’ Chicago’s Gentrification

I experienced this walking to work over by Harry S Truman College city college. The area was getting Gentrified and there were so many poor, old, drug addled people living in the streets. Some young boys, tall, like six feet tall playing football in the busy street. Running over the indigent people laying about on the sidewalks with no where to go. I was tired, my leg wasn’t working because of back injury, I lost my patience. I found out the young beautiful men had no where to go on so many levels. My heart broke and they helped me pick up the pieces.

I walked over to the tallest young man and asked him why he was running all over everyone. He was going to get arrested with all the other young men. He goes, “I’m going to stick you if you don’t shut up.” I got right up to his chest and looked him in the eye and said, “Do it.” I thought, “my back and leg hurt so bad and I was so tired it would be a welcome relief.

That’s when another young man stepped up to the plate and told the tallest young man to leave me alone, “She is a good person,” he said with passion and true belief, he could see me. n

The tallest young man said, “She is a cop.” His friend said with steady knowing eyes, “She is a good person.”

I said I am not a cop, I care about you all and what would you Mom say about you running around in traffic, knocking over people? We argued back and forth with more threats to hurt me and I didn’t back down. Eventually everyone settled down including the dozen or so of young men milling about us three as we argued.

I said I needed to sit down and rest awhile before I walked to work my leg really hurt. The Tallest boy and his friend helped me to a bench and we talked about being nice and my practice in Buddhism. The boy who stood up for me said I could of been killed. I told him I didn’t care I just wanted them to stop hurting the folk they were running over playing their games in the street and I didn’t want them to get arrested. It was a really nice day after we parted and I limped on to my job.

I lived in Chicago for almost 10 years after living 40 years in rural Oregon. What the kids say here in this poem is so true and so sad. Same thing is happening to poor folk all over this world. Farmers losing their land, city folk losing their homes. We all are getting shoved into smaller and smaller places with bad food, water, and air, no education or morals. This is how war works you know, blame it on someone else when it’s just the 1% of 1% playing a game with the rest of the world. This has happened over and over again throughout human history. When are we going to stop it? When are we going to say no to the Rahms of this world?

Poverty is a the biggest profit maker of all next to war.

Hide Your Schools, Hide Your Homes, Hide Your Children, Cause He’s Wrecking it All

Hammer in one hand paint brush in the other
Rahm Emanuel is single handedly destroying our city
Mr. wreck it Rahm
look what Chicago is becoming
bending the rules to fit in the lie of building a new chicago
building new streets
when his own plan got some pot holes

Tearing down our dreams
its getting really windy in these streets
Red X’s mark the spots where his wrecking balls are next to drop

We are not included in the Blue Print of the New Chicago: we’re being pushed out
our buildings transformed into condos – and we know those AINT FOR US
Thermal shock is setting in from the whipping wind of the heartless sins
of the mayor

Norfolk Railroads is pushing us southern folk out
Homes replaced with tracks
that will be laid
where our heads used to
If dry wall could talk
it would speak many prayers to keep our homes
now vacant lots that hold lots of remnants
of 60 years of backyard barbeques
baby showers
and when electric sliding was the super power of the summer
55th and Normal
we are losing all of this

Torturing, tormenting us as we choke on the ashes of our memories
*Cough Cough*
Let’s hope we don’t get sick
Because he’s closing all our clinics
He needs to get treated
And then maybe we can sew back on the other half of the middle finger
that he has been giving us

Its almost as if he’s E Manuel of E-Limination

Step one: Take away our schools
Step Two: Put them out their home
Lastly: Destroy it all and
Deny Deny Deny
But remember, to always keep a straight face when you lie!

Try to pour the cheap paint over our eyes while stealing dollars from under our mattresses
There’s not enough? Close their schools
But he’s building a new DePaul stadium
Using our TIF funds to Transform the South Loop into the Promised Land of redevelopment
and some river walk
of course downtown
The paint is starting to streak.
Building a new Chicago or extending a new lie!
How can a city so in debt blueprint something so expensive?

Banneker Elementary – Closed
Woods Elementary – Closed
Yale Elementary – Closed

The paint is cracking:
From every west side basketball brotherhood
To south side sisterhood bonds through pom-poms
And every poetry team that had dreamed of being on this very stage
has been ripped apart,

Bad foundation for our future generations
struggling with 40 students in one class
so they learn from the streets
There’s not money for our schools, but, there’s enough to build a New Chicago
But that New Chicago is NOT for us.
The paint is wearing thin and so was our patience
Irreparable damage has already been done

Time to stop the destruction of OUR city
Prevent the further corruption of our already twisted politics of Chicago

25% of Chicago school children won’t amount to anything
100% sure that we will be something
See Rahm we are mathematicians
your lies are adding up
and this new Chicago is just another one of them.

The Pacific Garbage Patch

These last 4 years on our hobby farm my husband and I haven’t produced any garbage that cannot be recycled. We stopped buying a lot of useless crap, avoid using plastic as much as possible and have saved so much money along the way. A side effect from consciously trying to stop producing garbage.

Photographer Chris Jordan has documented this phenomenon.

I had been studying for quite a while the phenomenon called the Pacific garbage patch. I was looking for a way to visualize it, it was really surreal to land on Midway, seeing that my worst hopes of what I would find there are true. These are all albatross chicks, hatched out of their eggs and the very first meal they got was deadly to them. What happens is, when the eggs hatch one of the parents goes out and flies looking for food. They search over this vast area of the pacific and when they come back with is a belly full of toxic plastics, and they feed that to their babies. They die of starvation, malnutrition and chocking. Simply allow yourself to feel whatever it is you feel about this, without jumping to the way to solve it. Because I think we really need to feel these things, even if the feelings are uncomfortable, because those are the feelings that will turn into the fuel and drive passionate action – Chris Jordan

Sine Waves And FPS

Sound waves have an incredible ability to make other objects match their frequency. If you’ve ever listened to music with a heavy bass beat in your car, you’ve probably noticed the mirrors rippling when the sound waves hit them. What’s happening in the video above is essentially that, though the end result is much more dramatic.

A 24 Hz sine wave travels through a speaker under a water hose. The hose starts vibrating 24 times per second. When the water comes out, it forms waves that match the 24 Hz frequency. Here’s the trick though: Seen in real life, it would only appear to wave back and forth on its way to the ground.

The real hero here is the camera—the phenomenon of shifted perspective. By filming the falling water at 24 frames per second, the camera makes the water stream appear to freeze in midair. Each wave of water hits the exact same space, 24 times every second. On film, it seems like the same wave sits in the air indefinitely, when in reality a different wave has taken its place each frame. If you switched the sine frequency to 23 Hz, it would actually look like the water was falling upwards into the hose because of the tiny offset between the camera’s frame rate and the sine waves.

The Electric Universe

Just call me Plasma Girl, I love this stuff. So electrically magnetic fractallishes!

NASA’s IBEX and Voyager 1 missions have shattered all conventional ideas about the heliospheric boundary, the region separating our solar system from interstellar space. In 2009, the IBEX spacecraft created the first all-sky map of the boundary revealing an astonishing ribbon of energetic neutral atoms. According to scientists, it’s still a big mystery. El
Thunderbolts Project Home:

Frank Zappa “I Am The Slime “

I am gross and perverted
I’m obsessed ‘n deranged
I have existed for years
But very little has changed
I’m the tool of the Government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you

I may be vile and pernicious
But you can’t look away
I make you think I’m delicious
With the stuff that I say
I’m the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I’m the slime oozin’ out
From your TV set

You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don’t need you
Don’t go for help . . . no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold

That’s right, folks . . .
Don’t touch that dial

Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin’ along on your livin’ room floor

I am the slime from your video
Can’t stop the slime, people, lookit me go

I am the slime from your video
Oozin’ along on your livin’ room floor

I am the slime from your video
Can’t stop the slime, people, lookit me go

Farmed and Dangerous


We know all corporate products are branded and marketed through our corporate entertainment and education system right? Well Chipotle who is going organic has came up with their own branding scheme and the trailer is so funny. I don’t know if this show will make good TV. Why not use the marketing tools that sell us stuff we don’t need that make us sick to sell products that well help promote health and healthy food? hahaha

Initial DNA analysis of Paracas elongated skull released –

It is well-known that most cases of skull elongation are the result of cranial deformation, head flattening, or head binding, in which the skull is intentionally deformed by applying force over a long period of time. It is usually achieved by binding the head between two pieces of wood, or binding in cloth. However, while cranial deformation changes the shape of the skull, it does not alter its volume, weight, or other features that are characteristic of a regular human skull.

The Paracas skulls, however, are different. The cranial volume is up to 25 percent larger and 60 percent heavier than conventional human skulls, meaning they could not have been intentionally deformed through head binding/flattening. They also contain only one parietal plate, rather than two. The fact that the skulls’ features are not the result of cranial deformation means that the cause of the elongation is a mystery, and has been for decades.

Cyrono De Bergerac (1950)

“My nose is Gargantuan! You little Pig-snout, you tiny Monkey-Nostrils, you virtually invisible Pekinese-Puss, don’t you realize that a nose like mine is both scepter and orb, a monument to me superiority? A great nose is the banner of a great man, a generous heart, a towering spirit, an expansive soul–such as I unmistakably am, and such as you dare not to dream of being, with your bilious weasel’s eyes and no nose to keep them apart! With your face as lacking in all distinction–as lacking, I say, in interest, as lacking in pride, in imagination, in honesty, in lyricism–in a word, as lacking in nose as that other offensively bland expanse at the opposite end of your cringing spine–which I now remove from my sight by stringent application of my boot!”

“What would you have me do?
Seek for the patronage of some great man,
And like a creeping vine on a tall tree
Crawl upward, where I cannot stand alone?
No thank you! Dedicate, as others do,
Poems to pawnbrokers? Be a buffoon
In the vile hope of teasing out a smile
On some cold face? No thank you! Eat a toad
For breakfast every morning? Make my knees
Callous, and cultivate a supple spine,-
Wear out my belly grovelling in the dust?
No thank you! Scratch the back of any swine
That roots up gold for me? Tickle the horns
Of Mammon with my left hand, while my right
Too proud to know his partner’s business,
Takes in the fee? No thank you! Use the fire
God gave me to burn incense all day long
Under the nose of wood and stone? No thank you!
Shall I go leaping into ladies’ laps
And licking fingers?-or-to change the form-
Navigating with madrigals for oars,
My sails full of the sighs of dowagers?
No thank you! Publish verses at my own
Expense? No thank you! Be the patron saint
Of a small group of literary souls
Who dine together every Tuesday? No
I thank you! Shall I labor night and day
To build a reputation on one song,
And never write another? Shall I find
True genius only among Geniuses,
Palpitate over little paragraphs,
And struggle to insinuate my name
In the columns of the Mercury?
No thank you! Calculate, scheme, be afraid,
Love more to make a visit than a poem,
Seek introductions, favors, influences?-
No thank you! No, I thank you! And again
I thank you!-But…
To sing, to laugh, to dream
To walk in my own way and be alone,
Free, with a voice that means manhood-to cock my hat
Where I choose-At a word, a Yes, a No,
To fight-or write.To travel any road
Under the sun, under the stars, nor doubt
If fame or fortune lie beyond the bourne-
Never to make a line I have not heard
In my own heart; yet, with all modesty
To say:”My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own.”
So, when I win some triumph, by some chance,
Render no share to Caesar-in a word,
I am too proud to be a parasite,
And if my nature wants the germ that grows
Towering to heaven like the mountain pine,
Or like the oak, sheltering multitudes-
I stand, not high it may be-but alone!