Apple Pie With Dinosaurs

I borrowed Elisheba's dinosaur rolling pin:

More contrast needed.  Food coloring in some form is indicated.

Remember, dinosaurs are extinct in large part because they didn't have a space program. 

Caturday Post: Would-be Vegetarians

Investigating my lime tree.  Verdict: not tasty. 

Dancing Bedazzled Peacocks: a Tale of Recycling

Because my sister is much more dutiful about recycling than I (it requires going places), one or both of us drops by the recycling pickups at nearby Emory university which is where we saw a poster for an Indonesian music and dance performance. This is why recycling is a good thing to do.

I had never seen Indonesian dance before, aside from a stylized ballet presentation of a Balinese princess in a San Francisco production of Cinderella, and only ever heard a gamelan in a Cirque du Soleil show, so I was very excited about seeing a new and different thing presented in a traditional cultural context. 

Gamelans are huge.  I would not be terribly interested in being a player (any one part of it seems likely to become mindnumbingly tedious, but altogether it is fascinating both as a spectacle and as an amalgamation of simple melodies and rhythms into one oddly peaceful and soothing experience. 

The dancers left me in a cloud of glitter envy.  Some of them had bedazzled peacock headdresses.  I wanted them.  Beyond that, I am in awe of their thighs and fingers.  Balinese dancer is performed with deep knee bends, almost constant head slides and tilts, and finger things I can't even begin to describe. Fortunately, there is always youtube. The dancers showed us a traditional greeting dance that involved strewing flowers, a warrior dance with much manly posturing, and one dance in which the dancer brought various audience members to the stage to dance with her.  Always a lovely thing to do.  Chihaya tried her kuchi pudi hands at it and did a quite passable imitation. 

After the show, the audience was invited to talk to the performers and try their hands at playing the various pieces of the gamelan, which was delightful.  Apparently you have to mute everything with your hands right after you play it because it resonates so much that the sound rapidly becomes muddy.

It was a delightful evening.  This is why going places to recycle is worth the effort. 

Caturday Post: Tamerlane, Suspicious User of New-Fangled Inventions

It took him a few weeks, but the world-conquering sword has discovered his heated kitty basket:

Back in my day we were gods.  People nowadays...

Friday Fabulousity: Hobbiton Style Circular Door

Good morning!  Behold my dream door:

From a hotel restaurant in Nainital.  Could be a problem for wheelchairs/other mobility aids, but one could also make this the side door, not the front door.     

Poetry Tuesday

While you decline to cry

High on the mountainside

A single stalk of plume-grass wilts.

         -Ō no Yasumaro

Caturday Post: Scaramouche, Still Master of Concealment

He is very helpfully helping with the assembly of a new lamp by sitting in the shade.  It is also possible he considers himself a light bulb.