Sunday, 13 January 2008

Hidden Image Stereograms

Two Dolphins

Stare at this image - let your eyes go out of focus and try to look 'through' the picture, allowing a flat back ground to withdraw to the back and three dimensional figure/s come forward. You'll see two dolphins! Best to first click on the image and enlarge it - makes it easier to see the creatures.

There are two 'sets' of information in this image that allows your brain to translate the flat representationless image into the three dimensional picture of dolphins.

This hidden image stereogram is based on the principle of the stereoscope of Charles Wheatstone (1838). The viewer looked through the invention at two photographs of the same subject, but photographs taken from slightly different positions.


The two slightly different photos fed slightly different information to each eye. And the brain put all the information together into a three dimensional image.

Here are a few more stereograms...

Saturn and its Rings


Shark


Vase with Leaves


Two Dinosaurs

Don't be disheartened if at first you don't succeed. Just try try again. The key seems to be to really relax - a glass of wine or beer might help.

By the way, which stereogram/s did you like best? My faves are Saturn, and the dolphins.

Saturday, 12 January 2008

Things that Stay in the Mind


I was living in Paris for part of 2003 - at 17 rue du bourg de Tibourg in Le Marais, a gay-friendly area right in the centre of the city. The arrondissement is full of gay nightclubs, and businesses catering to the pink dollar or 'euro rose'. My Metro station was Hotel de Ville.

One day, I was in the underground station and about to get two tickets from the auto-dispensing machine. And realized I didn't have any change. I started to discuss the problem with my partner when the woman behind us offered to pay. She was a working-class woman in her late 50's, perhaps a cleaner. Shabbily dressed. But determinedly cheerful in the face of poverty.

I profusely thanked her and started to make arrangements to return the not insubstantial amount. But she refused repayment with 'No no, it's just a pleasure to help you' and a great beaming smile. I was absolutely knocked out by her gesture - particularly in a city (somewhat justifiably) hardened to the millions of demanding tourists that invade each summer.

I know I will never forget this woman. I think it was her sense of empathy, followed by a generosity she could not really afford. Merci beaucoup!

Thursday, 10 January 2008

Sei Shōnagon (清少納言), (965-1010s?) - Japanese Heian Court Lady and Writer

Lady Sei Shōnagon (清少納言) by Kikuchi Yosai(菊池容斎)

I picked up a book in Mary Martin's bookshop when I was living in Adelaide. And flipped through. Coming across this poetic 'list':

Elegant Things

A white coat worn over a violet waistcoat.
Duck eggs.
Shaved ice mixed with liana syrup and put in a new silver bowl. (Liana stems and leaves are for sweetening)
A rosary of rock crystal.
Wisteria blossoms.
Plum blossoms covered with snow.
A pretty child eating strawberries.

The volume was the famous Pillow Book (枕草子 makura no sōshi) of Lady Sei Shonagon, who served the Empress Consort Teishi at the C10 Heian court of Japan. She is only known through this work, considered to be of great literary beauty, and the most detailed source of the social life of the period.

A Page from a Manuscript Copy of 'The Pillow Book', Sei Shonagon


Her writing consists of a strange mixture of things - lists, court gossip, poetry, observations, complaints and so on.

She has an aesthetically sensitive response to nature ...


Clouds


I love white, purple and black clouds, and rain clouds when they are driven by the wind. It is charming at dawn to see the dark clouds gradually turn white. I believe this has been described in a Chinese poem that says something about 'the tints that leave at dawn'. It is moving to see a thin wisp of cloud across a very bright moon.


... and a sensory and visceral power of observation ...


One has carefully scented a robe and then forgotten about it for several days. When finally one comes to wear it, the aroma is even more delicious than on freshly scented clothes.


During the hot months it is a great delight to sit on the veranda, enjoying the cool of the evening and observing how the outlines of objects gradually become blurred. At such a moment I particularly enjoy the sight of a gentleman's carriage, preceded by outriders clearing the way. ... It is still more delightful when the sound of a lute or flute comes from inside the carriage, and one feels sorry when it disappears in the distance. Occasionally one catches the whiff of the oxen's leather cruppers; it is a strange unfamiliar smell but, absurd as it may seem, I find something pleasant about it. On a very dark night it is delightful when the aroma of smoke from the pine-torches at the head of a procession is wafted the air and pervades the carriage in which one is traveling.


... and a personal reflective approach to literature.

Letters are commonplace

Letters are common place enough , yet what splendid things they are! When someone is in a distant province and one is worried about him, then a letter suddenly arrives, one feels as though one were seeing him face to face. Again, it is a great comfort to have expressed one's feelings in a letter even though one knows it cannot yet have arrived.


Something of Sei Shonagon's character is revealed in the following, an elite position not that is not quite so comfortable to read today.


The way in which carpenters eat is really odd. When they had finished the main building and were working on the eastern wing, some carpenters squatted in a row to have their meal; I sat on the veranda and watched them. The moment the food was brought, they fell on the soup bowls and gulped down the content. Then they pushed aside the bowls and gulped the vegetables. ... They all behaved in exactly the same way, so I suppose this must be the custom of carpenters. I should not call it a very charming one.


Finally, a poem using the response to a feature conventionally considered unattractive in the human face to view something particular in nature.


Ah, what a house this is,
Where the eyebrows of the willow's leaves
Grow so impudently broad
That they make the spring itself loose face!


There are lots of similar goodies in the Pillow Book. Just right for filling in a few spare moments. Rather than something to read straight through.

Wednesday, 9 January 2008

Cocks - Up Close ... and Impersonal?


Someone once said to me that a photo of dick on its own is boring. Did he need psychiatric help or what! But to accommodate like-minded guys, each cock here is accompanied by it's face.








Can't help thinking about what is about to happen when I get this on-my knees dick view!

Tuesday, 8 January 2008

Kissing - Getting a Bit Towards the Blokier End

Some mornings when you wake up, you have to have a wild raging root. And others, just some nice hot pashing is okay. Before fronting the day.



Though pashing has the habit of leading to rooting. Signaled maybe by the dick grab ...


... or the leg lift ...


... accompanied by the crotch-to-butt move.


The great thing about kissing of course, unlike lots of sexual stuff, is that it can be done publicly, right out there in the open.





And for some kinesthetics, a great flirting and teasing kiss - of the reasonably non-blokey kind.




Again, as a prelude to some more exotic and usually non-public stuff.

Sunday, 6 January 2008

A Lingering Dream

I just woke from a dream. And it lingers on over the day.

I was on a train, noisily rattling somewhere on a warm summer day. A soft breeze caressing my skin.

There was a beautiful young guy standing beside me, holding onto the next handle strap and swaying side-to-side with the movement of the train. He was fresh-faced, with dark hair and lightly tanned. Slightly smiling - a small gap between his front teeth. Full wide lips. Eyes shut, to better savour the balmy wind.

He swayed round, to be right up against me.

I expected he would open his eyes and move away.

But he didn't. I could feel his body tentatively nudging mine. The silky softness of his face against mine.

And then I was awake.

It's hard to share such an experience. Re-reading this, it seems I've captured the way it was for me. But I'm wondering whether it conveys anything much to anyone else? Perhaps it's as difficult as it is to catch what he actually looked like. Which seems to change for me as the day progresses!

I long for such dreams, but they rarely visit.

Saturday, 5 January 2008

Contemplative Moment


Just a well-put-together photograph - formally, in terms of lighting, and in subject matter. Straight-forwardly well done photography - certainly not breaking any new ground technically or otherwise.

The forms of the guy are in such beautifully resolved balance. And not in an obvious way. One leg is folded in and the other out-stretched. One hand over his right calf, the other lying beside his left, just a finger connecting the two. A slight contraposta of the shoulders, like that invented by the Greeks for the standing male nude - one leg straight and weight-bearing, the other slightly bent and relaxed. Leaving the hips at an angle to the ground, tilted, rather than parallel. Like with the shoulders here.

School of Praxiteles Marathon bay 325-300 B.C.

The lighting is from the right, and caresses his body, and gently defines its forms.

And the content (the guy's contemplative/reflective mood) is reinforced by the composition - the turn and position of the head to the body, and the downward gaze.

Blah blah blah ... and what a cute muscly guy!