Themyscira: Returning Home
After dreaming about bringing Warrior Wonder Woman to life for years, this shoot at the Palace of Fine Arts feels like the zenith of the project. The setting was perfect, the weather beautiful, and the photographer - Andrew Ho - incredibly talented. I actually felt like an Amazon at home on Themyscira.
You can read my costume construction notes for Warrior Wonder Woman here.
By now many of us have been able to read up on the Annandale HS marching band from Virginia and the sordid saga of their Senior game last Friday night.
The Viriginia 3-Open state champion band was in the middle of performing their show at half time when Annandale football Coach Mike Scott, some other coaches, and some of the players on the team began yelling at the band and band director Adam Hilkert to “Get the band off the field!” Scott had already brought his players across the goal line in the direction of the performing band students at this point. He went one step further and actually beelined to the drum major stand, upon which junior Drum Major Douglas Nguyen was standing and conduction from, and actually began SHAKING the podium, all the while screaming at both drum majors to stop conducting.
The band, for the record, appears to have continued with the performance despite the present hullaballoo and additional shouts from football parents in the stands. Very, very admirable feat.
Three noteworthy points:
1. All over social media, there is a common consensus that this sort of behavior from the football side of things is STILL not an uncommon occurrence during the marching band performances. Sometimes, it prohibits a marching band performance.
Absolutely unacceptable! It does not matter even the band had been in danger of exceeding the halftime time limit policy, which, by the word of a stupid rulebook that doesn’t consider extraneous circumstances, would have penalized the team by 15 yards. It does not matter if being late to end halftime (which the band was not even close to) would have penalized the team by 64,00,000 yards. YOU DO NOT DISRESPECT ANOTHER STUDENT ORGANIZATION. And you do not disrespect someone else’s performance.
DUH. The fact that this policy is not being severely enforced is a sign that something is very deeply wrong with the way we approach not only the arts but the teaching of respect in our schools in general.
The discussion of the penalty is completely irrelevant. This isn’t about a football game. This is about the mandatory game of respect that a HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL COACH chose not to play.
2. Scott shook a drum major podium with a kid on it. That is assault. He assaulted a high school student. Why has he not been arrested?
3. The kids at this school put out a very honest online school newspaper. The particular article I am referencing is a student-written editorial. Check out some of the other stories. Anything goes, and that’s pretty great. Kudos to the kids who wrote up the article that is now going viral across the internet. Thank you for telling us all the story that EVERYONE needs to be aware of.
Why Finnish babies sleep in cardboard boxes
For 75 years, Finland’s expectant mothers have been given a box by the state. It’s like a starter kit of clothes, sheets and toys that can even be used as a bed. And some say it helped Finland achieve one of the world’s lowest infant mortality rates.
It’s a tradition that dates back to the 1930s and it’s designed to give all children in Finland, no matter what background they’re from, an equal start in life.
The maternity package - a gift from the government - is available to all expectant mothers.
It contains bodysuits, a sleeping bag, outdoor gear, bathing products for the baby, as well as nappies, bedding and a small mattress.
With the mattress in the bottom, the box becomes a baby’s first bed. Many children, from all social backgrounds, have their first naps within the safety of the box’s four cardboard walls.
Mothers have a choice between taking the box, or a cash grant, currently set at 140 euros, but 95% opt for the box as it’s worth much more.
The tradition dates back to 1938. To begin with, the scheme was only available to families on low incomes, but that changed in 1949.
Socialism at work.
I would rather my tax money pay for this than drone missiles.
This is Mocha, our little puppy mill survivor. We got her from a rescue group after she’d been in two unsuccessful foster placements. She was rescued from a puppy mill and placed in a foster home where she didn’t receive the care she needed and she was a matted, underweight mess. (She also has a small piece of bone that protrudes from her side which I’m assuming was a broken rib that didn’t heal correctly when she was in the puppy mill.) She then went to another foster home that was just too chaotic (lots of kids) and apparently the potty training was too much for them. So she ended up with us.
When we got her, she was extremely skittish, terrified of loud noises, had no interest in interacting with humans or even toys. If she was human, you could easily diagnose her as being depressed. She basically lived in our couch, hiding behind the couch cushions. She only weighed 5 pounds and she went potty all over the place which was real fun considering she also has a sensitive stomach.
We’ve had her for 7 months now. She gained another 2 pounds and has kept them on through a steady diet that suits her. She no longer lives in our couch and has moved into her own little spot by my desk. (I work at home so she’s by my side the whole day. She does prefer to sleep with her head under her blanket though, as long as it’s not too hot.) She has a better tolerance for sudden noises and she lets us know when she has to go outside. Recently, Mocha has started greeting us when we get up in the morning and follows us around as we go through our morning routines.
Rescue dogs often come to us broken, damaged, scared, and confused. It takes a little extra time, effort, and love to turn them into the creature they were meant to be. But they are totally worth it! If the day ever comes where Mocha chases a ball or licks me in the face, that’s going to rank right up there with watching one of my kids take their first steps!