When Famous Paintings Come To Life (Dust My Shoulders Off – Jane Zhang)

So this is a super cool thing I found because someone had gif’ed the “The Scream” portion of this music video and it is SUPER, and then someone in the thread linked to the full video and YAY! Such a happy song! So cheery and determined! And what an AWESOME music vid, with all the famous paintings coming to life! There’s some serious hard work gone into some of the scenes in particular and wow, yay, much happy.

Here. Enjoy and be happy for a little over three minutes πŸ™‚

The Earth Speaks Not In Flowers, But In Squeaks And Pings!

Last Friday I mentioned that one of my favourite composers, Kerry Muzzey, had composed a track including the sounds of the Earth as ‘heard’ from space. It’s seriously amazing, so of course I had to share πŸ™‚ (And OHMYGOSH when I went to find the video for today’s post, I realised THERE’S A VERSION WITH DANCE FROM THE LXD, who, as you’ll know from last week, is one of my favourite dance troupes! I either missed this a few years ago when I first found the track, or had totally forgotten, and OHMYGOSH SQUEE THIS IS SO MUCH AWESOME YAY).

So, uh, yeah. Ahem. Here’s the blurb from YouTube, explaining the ‘sounds of Earth’ bit:

In October 2012, NASA satellites recorded mysterious radio waves emanating from Earth. These radio waves known as “Chorus,” were given an audio rendering. This is what they heard. For the very first time, we could hear the Earth speak. So we decided to speak back.

See? How cool is it?! (Or is it just me, happily geeking out over here? :D) Leave a comment and let me know what you thought, and if you’d heard of the idea of the Earth making sounds before!

Here Is My Body, Broken For You

A woman’s body is broken for her children in a way a man’s can never be. We carry our children for nine months — and then an other nine months, and another, until they are simply too big to carry, and then we can only hold. Our bodies are changed forever: stretch marks and scars, feet perhaps a different size or shape, hips wider than before, breasts perhaps larger, suffering the lingering after-affects of gestational diabetes or loose joints or back pain, RSI in wrists and elbows – not Tennis Elbow, but Mother’s Elbow, holding them when you are just so physically sore that you can’t possibly hold them any longer, our bodies are broken down again and again and again.

I can carry two giant bags of dog food by myself, thanks Mr Pet Store Man: I have mother’s arms.

Can you please carry the baby upstairs for me, husband? My wrists are broken and I can’t face one more stair climb.

Our bodies are broken, and rebuilt; we are weakness, we are strength.

Christ said it best: Here is my body, child, broken for you.