[Image Description: All-caps black text on a white background reading, âYou have to marry whatever is on your phone/computer background. Who is it?â End ID.]
when i was a kid i used to respond to the “glass half full/half empty” question by asking how the liquid in the glass got there in the first place. nobody ever gave me a chance to explain my reasoning so i’m doing it now
if you have a glass and it has some liquid in it, up to the halfway line, whether it is empty or full depends on what happened before the question was asked. if you started with a full glass and poured half out until only half remained, the glass is half empty, because if you continued pouring it would be fully empty. however, if you started with an empty glass and poured liquid from another container into the glass up to the halfway line, the glass is half full because if you continued pouring it would be all the way full. logical, no?
i was 13 years old when somebody finally told me it was supposed to be some kind of optimism/pessimism thing. i always thought it was a riddle that nobody let me solve
âFor some time, Hollywood has marketed family entertainment according to a two-pronged strategy, with cute stuff and kinetic motion for the kids and sly pop-cultural references and tame double entendres for mom and dad. Miyazaki has no interest in such trickery, or in the alternative method, most successfully deployed in Pixar features like Finding Nemo, Toy Story 3 and Inside/Out, of blending silliness with sentimentality.â
âMost films made for children are flashy adventure-comedies. Structurally and tonally, they feel almost exactly like blockbusters made for adults, scrubbed of any potentially offensive material. They arenât so much made for children as theyâre made to be not not for children. Itâs perhaps telling that the genre is generally called âFamily,â rather than âChildrenâs.â The films are designed to be pleasing to a broad, age-diverse audience, but theyâre not necessarily specially made for young minds.â
âMy Neighbor Totoro, on the other hand, is a genuine childrenâs film, attuned to child psychology. Satsuki and Mei move and speak like children: they run and romp, giggle and yell. The sibling dynamic is sensitively rendered: Satsuki is eager to impress her parents but sometimes succumbs to silliness, while Mei is Satsukiâs shadow and echo (with an independent streak). But perhaps most uniquely, My Neighbor Totoro follows childrenâs goals and concerns. Its protagonists arenât given a mission or a call to adventure - in the absence of a larger drama, they create their own, as children in stable environments do. They play.â
âConsider the sequence just before Mei first encounters Totoro. Satsuki has left for school, and Dad is working from home, so Mei dons a hat and a shoulder bag and tells her father that sheâs âoff to run some errandsâ - The film is hers for the next ten minutes, with very little dialogue. Sheâs seized by ideas, and then abandons them; her goals switch from moment to moment. First she wants to play âflower shopâ with her dad, but then she becomes distracted by a pool full of tadpoles. Then, of course, she needs a bucket to catch tadpoles in - but the bucket has a hole in it. And on it goes, but weâre never bored, because Mei is never bored.â
â[âŚ] You can only ride a ride so many times before the thrill wears off. But a child can never exhaust the possibilities of a park or a neighborhood or a forest, and Totoro exists in this mode. The film is made up of travel and transit and exploration, set against lush, evocative landscapes that seem to extend far beyond the frame. We enter the film driving along a dirt road past houses and rice paddies; we follow Mei as she clambers through a thicket and into the forest; we walk home from school with the girls, ducking into a shrine to take shelter from the rain; we run past endless green fields with Satsuki as she searches for Mei. The psychic center of Totoroâs world is an impossibly giant camphor tree covered in moss. The girls climb over it, bow to it as a forest-guardian, and at one point fly high above it, with the help of Totoro. Much like Totoro himself, the tree is enormous and initially intimidating, but ultimately a source of shelter and inspiration.â
âMy Neighbor Totoro has a story, but itâs the kind of story that a child might make up, or that a parent might tell as a bedtime story, prodded along by the refrain, âAnd then what happened?â This kind of whimsicality is actually baked into Miyazakiâs process: he begins animating his films before theyâre fully written. Totoro has chase scenes and fantastical creatures, but these are flights of fancy rooted in a familiar world. A big part of being a kid is watching and waiting, and Miyazaki understands this. When Mei catches a glimpse of a small Totoro running under her house, she crouches down and stares into the gap, waiting. Miyazaki holds on this image: we wait with her. Magical things happen, but most of life happens in between those thingsâand there is a kind of gentle magic, for a child, in seeing those in-betweens brought to life truthfully on screen.â
A.O. Scott and Lauren Wilford on âMy Neighbor Totoroâ, 2017. Â
every time this shows up on my blog, Iâm rescheduling it to show up again at a later date so I can keep remembering how important a childâs perspective is.
Snow leopards are the goofiest big cats ever. Like every picture I see of is the most chaotic thing ever. Also they are so jumpy. A thread
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The tails though! Like why do you have so much tail sir?
Snow leopards have the longest tails of any cats. It can be almost as long as the entire rest of their body! They are very flexible to help them with their incredible jumping through rocky terrain, and they are so fluffy to keep warm in the cold mountains.
[images are 6 paintings of big cats with fantasy elemental motifs: a dark brown lion with stylized flames in place of its mane; a blue snow leopard with snowflake patterns in its coat and icicles forming on its fur; a clouded leopard shrouded in grey stormclouds; a cougar perched on some striated rocks, with geodes dotting its fur; a tiger prowling with bright green vegetation sprouting from its stripes; and a winking cheetah with a bright arc of lightning running along the length of its body.]
We’ve had so much rain and storming that I didn’t put the photo cams out in the last couple of days, but the Birdsy cams are all rolling. This was earlier today, Orioles are on the move but I am getting a nice and steady stream. They don’t like to share!