Some chasing wind concepts!!!
I was thinking of making them the second gen instead, with him and srs being the second oldest models
And then unparalleled innocence being the oldest along with sos
I also want to make a cool wind chime sillhouette with these really cool ribbon things i found (i will do more research into the origins tomorrow)
And yeah! A lover of birds for sure :]
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I'm like 5 pages deep into the Kansas Ornothological Society website I love half-hinged 4AM nanowrimo
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George Bernard Shaw on Shakespeare
The gayer side of Shakespear's poetic ecstasy expressed itself in word-dances of jingling nonsense which are, from the point of view of the grave Scots commentator who demands a meaning and a moral from every text, mere delirium and echolalia. But what would Shakespear be without them? 'The spring time, the only merry ring time, when birds do sing hey dinga ding ding' is certainly not god sense or even accurate ornothological observation! Who ever heard a bird sing 'hey ding a ding ding' or anything even remotely resembling it? Out with it, then, and away, too, with such absurdities as Beatrice's obviously untrue statement that a star danced at her birth, which must revolt all obstetricians and astronomers in the audience ... There never was any meaning or wit ... any more than there is wit or meaning in the crash of Wagner's cymbals or the gallop of his trombones in the Valkyries' ride.
George Bernard Shaw, from On Cutting Shakespear (1919)
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“Ornithology”
There’s a bird in my heart.
A robin, or perhaps a cardinal,
With feathers as red as cherry tomatoes,
Caged within the off-white bones of my ribs.
Furiously, she beats her wings
To the off-beat of the pulsing
Of the organ single handedly
Keeping me alive.
The feathers brush with a soft violence,
Caressing every chamber and ventricle and artery,
Until all I know is the flutter evoked
By the thought of her.
-s.m.
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birds
Hi, my name is Monica and I like birds. Now wait, before you go, let me say that I haven’t always loved birds. My affinity is a recent affliction. Well, no, I shouldn’t say “affliction”, but bird people have a little bit of a reputation as being odd. But of course, I’m not odd. I just like birds, damnit. Shit. I shouldn’t lose my temper like that. But I am sensitive to protecting the coolness of bird folk like myself. We aren’t so bad. We just share an appreciation for a world outside our own. You have your comic books, but for ornothologists, like me, our imaginations ignite with creatures in the natural world.
See birds are always around us, but, removed. They are our neighbors in the sky, yet, they grace us every so often on the ground. And still, they possess a self-protection that is admirable and graceful, always one step ahead of us. Always on the move. Never too close and completely self-sufficient.
Some people ask me, “Monica, why don’t you just buy a bird?”
I reply, Do you think I’m a monster?
I do not know why the caged bird sings. I mean, yes, they are still alive but they are shackled. Their spirits are clipped. Birds are freer than you and I. They have so much to live for. Flying is a superpower we all covet otherwise why would every super hero be blessed with the ability?
Humans are big, clumsy animals. While birds are gymnasts unbound to the tethers of gravity. They are constant explorers, yet family-oriented. Nesting, mating, preying, dancing, hiding - qualities we share. But the flight is something we need external contraptions to enjoy. We will never fly...
Plus, birds are super cute and their communication is mysterious. More diverse than us, or mammals in general, they are often associated with mythology. The appearance of a hummingbird or a crow bears much meaning to the person catching a glimpse of them. Yet, they’re just going about their day per yoojh.
Imagine, if they look upon humans with such mythological symbolism. “Saw a mailman today, must mean rain!”
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Craola showing us how the process always starts in a black book. #craola #escape #birdscomefromeggs #motherfuckingoctopustreeprotectors #ornothology #fuckingonkill graffiti surrealism #gregsimkins #kpprojectsgallery (at Beverly Hills, California)
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The cover photo for the November Extra 2020 #birdsandblooms issue. The #tuftedtitmouse was new to my #birdwatching eyes when we moved to #martinsburgwv in ‘92. Such an expeditious little bird. At the feeders, they don’t linger. Pop right in, grab a seed, and shoot off to a nearly branch to crack the shell and eat the meat. #berkeleycountywv #birding #backyardbirds #ornothology #birdsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CGqqIU4lUit/?igshid=83o5jbrnmx0x
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