Evidently, I’m more of the micro-blogger type. I still haven’t figured out a theme to focus this real faux blog on WordPress’s venerable platform.
So follow me on Twitter, if you will. I’m MacSmiley there, as usual:
My latest work of photographic art is more than just a snapshot. It took me almost 50 bracketed exposures to get this image right. Here is the original entry on Flickr under the photo:
“We became gentle in the midst of you, as when a nursing mother cherishes
her own children. So, having a tender affection for you, we were well pleased
to impart to you, not only the good news of God, but also our own souls,
because you became beloved to us.”
— 1 Thessalonians 2:7,8
As newborn infants, form a longing for the unadulterated milk belonging to the word, that through it you may grow to salvation, provided you have tasted that the Lord is kind.” — 1 Peter 2:2,3
God has bestowed upon women and their babies a most beautiful gift, a sublime privilege, and a wonderful experience of tender affection I will cherish forever.
A peasant woman, on her way home from the market, pauses to see to the physical and
the emotional needs of her child. She sits on a wicker bench, one foot placed on an overflowing burlap bag filled with the corn she’s carrying home. Her leg thus elevated supports her arm and the baby. For now, they are the only two people in the world.
For thousands of years, breastfeeding has been an open, ordinary part of everyday living, not a taboo activitity hidden behind closed doors, in bathrooms, dark corners, or under blankets and secretive clothing. Even now, women all around the world have no qualms about stopping right when and where they are to nurse their babies, no matter what their surroundings, even in many so-called “industrialized” nations and cultures.
Breastfeeding also is such a deep and tender expression of self-sacrificing love, Christ’s Apostles readily used this powerful image in their inspired letters to reach all the hearts in the early Christian congregations– of men, women, and children. If not yet parents, all had at least watched their mothers nurse their younger siblings, their aunts breastfeed their cousins, and their neighbors nurse their playmates. Some of them may have even remembered being breastfed by their own mothers.
What the Bible writers were referring to was a commonplace, but warmly emotional vitally human experience. It is ever so heart-warming to know that the God I worship, in whose image I too, as a woman, am made, has these same, tender, even feminine, qualities and feelings himself. How else could he have created such a precious arrangement in the first place?
It was with these thoughts in mind, that I fell in love with this Capodimonte piece when I was nursing my own little one, Kristin, which I did for a good long time. It is significant to me, therefore, that this baby is definitely a toddler with arms and legs all over the place. How true to life this statue is.
I bought this 10″ tall statue from a little shop on Main Street in Babylon Village for $190. A good decade later, I saw a much smaller version of the same statue for much more than that. I sometimes wonder out of curiosity how much it’s worth now, though I would never part with it voluntarily.
Photographed and uploaded for the Utata Imitates Life project.
Large on black is even better.
See this photograph on Utata’s project page.
Currently, there are 47 comments (and not a single off-color remark) and 18 have designated this photo as a favorite. However, for me, it is the views that amaze me… well on its way to 2000 views (1948 to be exact) at the moment.
I was also staggered by the public and private messages I got likening this work to Vermeer. Well… not right away… because I had to look it up in Wikipedia to realize they weren’t referring to furniture! Once I found out my work was being compared to one of the Dutch Master Painters of the 16th century, I was really floored.
Perhaps the thought of making money with my photography isn’t so far fetched after all.
OK, for those who can not control themselves and simply must have that insecurity blanket called Windows XP running on their new Intel Macs, here’s how to do it:
C/Net has a photo gallery of the steps involved as well:
Images: Installing Windows on a Mac with Boot Camp | CNET News.com
The most official way information, of course, comes from Apple Computer itself.
For those interested in a more enlightened viewpoint, I recommend a good once over of Mac OS X’s features compared to XP’s at X vs XP .
Down for the count.
OK, ya got me.
Anybody who has read the Musings section of my website MacSmiley’s Place already knows that I detest the “here’s all the sordid little details of my life set before you on an online kitchen table” openness of blogville.
Why should I bare my soul in cyberspace when I can burden my friends with all my heavy-duty, industrial strength personal “stuff”? (Joking guys, really, just kidding.)
So, one reason I set up this blog was just to reserve my MacSmiley persona in this spot. One of these days, when I grow up, I’ll get a real domain.
Meanwhile, I have a buddy who sends me about a dozen inspirational emails every single day… OK, maybe half a dozen. But that’s still a lot of inspiration for one day. Writing all those emails takes a good chunk out of her morning, a chunk she’d rather spend doing something else… especially while her Dell PC bogs down to a slow crawl as it percolates all its anti-spyware, anti-virus, anti-spam, anti-whatever-badware-there-is-coming-your-way programs.
Aside from a shining set of new Apple hardware and the bullet-resistant operating system that is Mac OS X, there are a few little tips and tricks to save a little time in this torturous mass email process. But I’m thinking a blog would do the trick. Put everything all in one place.. one entry or multiple entries… accompanied by a single email announcement or RSS subscription for new entries.
That would create an archive, too, from which her readers could draw extra inspiration during a drought without getting clogged inbox-itis. BYKT (but you knew that), whereas, my buddy does not.
So this blog is really just a little research experiment to see if such a route is truly the way for my friend to go.
Oh, yeah! Where did I get the name for this blog ??
Mark Twain is one of my favorite authors. He was such a very funny guy who left a legacy of great quotations… enough to last a lifetime of email signatures. I guess which quotation will depend on my mood. However, the quote which came to mind when I was devising my title was this one: