is about my excesses. I am a survivor of severe child abuse. I am sharing my past and present here, along with my loves and hates. It's a kind of payback. - Dr. Wes Browning
Since we're having what amounts to a rather feeble attempt (Seafair) at a carnival (it wouldn't be so feeble if there were much, much, more meat) I thought maybe we should see how real carnivals look. This one is in Colombia.
Carnaval de Barranquilla: Ayer y Hoy [Then and Now]
Video Find of the Day Today the Port Authority made a dumb decision regarding the disposition of some housing (the Lora Lakes Apartments in Burien) near Seattle. The decision was based on, as far as anyone sane has been able to determine, ego, stupidity, and arrogance. It made me think of this video.
This is from the Carnival in the city of Oruro in Bolivia. It is a traditional march in which the marchers portray lawyers. Originally, only men marched. Their strutting, slow, marching step was meant to show both the arrogance of the lawyers themselves and also the painfully ponderous slow legal process they preside over.
Nowadays women march too, and the image they portray may be heavily influenced by the fact that women lawyers are now relatively younger than men lawyers, and people are unused to them, and evidently a little frightened by them. Hence high heels, grinding into the pavement every few steps. Yikes. I don't want to be sued by one of these. Please don't hurt me!
I have a doctorate in Mathematics from Cornell. I am amused by this. My parents tried to kill me on my 1st birthday. Though I now can't speak it much, and though my parents never could, my first language was Hawaiian, not English. I partially credit an I'iwi for my survival. Hear one on the audio clip at my complete profile. I've been homeless a number of times, for a total of about 4 years. For some of that time I supported myself with the sale of paintings. One of my paintings was chosen for the cover of the premier issue of Real Change, see the links below. Since that first issue in 1994 I have become part of its volunteer editorial committee. I write a regular humor column for the paper, currently titled Adventures in Irony. I serve on the Real Change Board of Directors. I feed the Real Change cat Sid Vicious. Anitra Freeman and I are an item.
Since we're having what amounts to a rather feeble attempt (Seafair) at a carnival (it wouldn't be so feeble if there were much, much, more meat) I thought maybe we should see how real carnivals look. This one is in Colombia.
