The Mighty If!

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Two girls, one piano. Warning: Awesome.

Oh wow these girls are brilliant.

These girls: 1
Tom Hanks: 0

Toccata and Fugue in D Minor | Johann Sebastian Bach.

I wonder how long it took to practice this shit

DRIFT COMPATIBLE, BABY

Girls went hardcore

Move over, Tom Hanks!

(Source: videohall, via ophelia-pain)

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relict-hominid asked: re: chromophobia... of course these chromophobes idolized a Greek/Roman past full of cool white marble.... which we've since discovered was actually a gaudily painted riot of color!

medievalpoc:

OMG!!! I FORGET PEOPLE DON’T KNOW THIS!

Yes, all those aloof, “pure” white statues from Ancient Greece?

They actually looked like this:

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Vinzenz Brinkmann, much to the apparent chagrin of Westerners everywhere, used ultraviolet light to reveal the original paint schemes of these statues that the millennia had washed away.

And to underscore the Chromophobia?

Check out this graphic that i09 made for their leading image for this story:

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You can check out a video here to learn more about the methods used to discover the original paint schemes of these statues and reliefs.

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The Hundred-Foot Journey

Last night I managed to get out to a free advanced screening of The Hundred-Foot Journey, courtesy of my awesome friend and earstwhile advanced screening companion Beth.

The story deals with a family who owned a successful family restaurant in India and passed down cooking within the family as a deeply pervasive calling. They decide to leave India and choose to settle and open a new restaurant in France, directly across the street from a Michelin-starred fine dining establishment run by a proprietor who does not want them there.

The movie was good, but could have been great, which always leads me to feel more disppointed by it than if it has just been solidly okay all along. Both Helen Mirren and Om Puri’s performances are nothing short of incredible, really blooming as the movie progresses. However, I think it suffers from a poor translation from book to movie. There are a lot of threads that are unexplored, not particularly meaningful, or don’t make as much sense in the movie as I expect they may have in the book with more room to develop them. Before winding up in France, the family lives in London for a year, a fact which they take some time to show but which winds up being in no way relevant to the rest of the story. The role of the mother in the family is clearly much more important and moving than they had the time to portray. The last third of the film or so, the main plot is just completely un-engaging (although, fortunately, this is when one of the sub-plots really comes to life). Characters’ transformations are too easy and too quick, and some characters don’t come across in a way that can get behind their story, but which you feel they might have with more time. 

As a result, the movie is enjoyable, with lots of well-done moments, and a few excellent performances, but feels overlong and a little sloppy. With some pruning to keep it focused, and some more complete development of the themes and story elements they decided to keep, it could have worked much, much better.

Still worth seeing if you’re a giant fan of Helen Mirren in particular (while Om Puri also does well, I think Helen’s is the runaway performance of the film), which, to be honest, everybody should be.

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Friday is exfoliation day!

So, I don’t think I updated y’all on the rollicking world of 20-year-old exfoliant! Honestly, I was all set to go against all of your advice and try it, just for science, but then I was at the drugstore buying facial cleanser anyway, and the exfoliant scrub they had was on sale, so I just bought some new stuff and tossed the ancient tub.

Anti-climactic, I know.

So, my new facial skin regime is that I’m using Noxzema Classic Clean Original Deep Cleansing Cream as my daily facial cleanser, St. Ives Fresh Skin Apricot Scrub (no micro-beads!) once a week to exfoliate, and then I’m continuing to use Nivea for Men Sensitive Skin After Shave Lotion for the parts of my face that I shave, and Some Random L’Oreal Men Expert facial moisturizer (they honestly have too many of them and I don’t even like the one I’m using that much but I can’t find the one I really loved anymore) for the rest of my face, post-shower. For the rest of my body, I just use regular bar soap or gel, whatever I happened to buy that week/month. 

Is this making a difference? I can’t tell yet overall, and I think I’ll wait until I finish the current batch of things to try to decide. I do notice that my GIGANTIC, PLANET CONSUMING PORES on my cheeks and so on seem tighter and less frightening, although on my nose they haven’t changed, and that’s where they were worst. Oh! I also got some of those peely nose strips, just the no-name ones. I’ll probably use those once a week or something.

One thing I will say is that for whatever bizarre, marketing-programmed reason, I actually really look forward to exfoliation day. Rubbing the scrubby stuff in is pretty fun, and holy hell does it make my skin REALLY soft, at least immediately thereafter. So, you should all, like, come rub up against my face after I get out of the shower or something. I guarantee it’s worth it.

Anyway, like I said, I’ll go through the current tubs of everything and see if I think it’s actually made any difference or not. If not, I’ll go back to just using regular soap, but if so, I’ll stick with it. It’s not actually particularly onerous.

Next up: Getting back on the Lush solid shampoo bandwagon. I dropped that a while back just out of laziness, and my hair is really dull and lifeless now.

oksanah thinks I’m being a giant and somewhat hilarious sucker for marketing-driven men’s magazine articles, btw. And she might be right. But I’m also enjoying exploring it.

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