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On the Internet, nobody has to know you're really a dog. Or a beaver, or a poisonous cane toad. So when I tell you that I have received a Comment from Pastora* (the asterisk comes with her nick), and that Pastora* is a 22-year-old woman from Santiago (Saint James, the patron saint of Spain), Chile, who collects or maybe even creates Blotter Art ... well, that's who she says she is, but one thing completely beyond dispute is her Blotter Art Blog, which is quite dreamy.
Anyway, here is Pastora* 's Comment:
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Pastora* said...
Hi, i desing blotter
http://blotterartpastora.blogspot.com
by
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... which I am translating to maybe mean
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Hi, I desire your blotter art
[good]bye
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She means the poster I made to grieve the recent death of Dr. Albert Hofmann, the inventer of LSD. The centerpiece of the poster is a piece of Blotter Art, apparently very well known and beloved in Europe, probably because it is impregnated with some excellent acid, which shows Dr. Hofmann riding home from his Sandoz laboratory in Switzerland for lunch on his bicycle on Monday 19 April 1943 while experiencing the very first acid trip in history.
Like all Blotter Art, the Hofmann Bicycle Blotter's artist is anonymous, unknown. (So is the underground criminal biochemist who made the acid with which it's impregnated.) But I made the pretty poster that surrounds it -- Blotter Selvedge.
I am delighted to send my poster to Pastora* in Chile, even if Pastora* is really a 73-year-old steam railroad engineer in Albania named Viktor.
And I have created a new piece of Blotter Art especially for Pastora* , and here it is.
Surely if Pastora* really is in Chile, she knows that any day now, a pregnant Canadian beaver may successfully swim north about 8 kilometers across a channel between Tierra del Fuego / Patagonia, to the mainland of the southern tip of South America.
The beavers shouldn't be there, but they were imported (like the poisonous Australian cane toad) by the Peron-era Argentine government to establish a beaver fur industry. In South America, the beaver has no natural predators to keep its population in balance, so since the late 1940s the beavers have been reproducing like teenagers, and have totally destroyed the forests of Tierra del Fuego and turned it into The Mother Of All Beaver Swamps.
If the pregnant beaver makes it to the mainland (they are excellent swimmers), beavers will very promptly destroy all the forests of South America, and nothing can stop them. Beavers will destroy South America. It's like an African Killer Bee thing.
So here is my Beavers Marching North to Destroy South America Blotter Art (in the spirit of Mickey Mouse Sorcerer's Apprentice Blotter Art).
Of course if Pastora* likes it, I absolutely forbid her from slipping it to an evil criminal biochemist who will impregnate my art with some excellent LSD which will bring mirth and joy and celebration to thousands of South Americans at Manu Chau concerts. Don't do that. It would be Wrong. Just Say No.
Oh, I do know one thing for certain about Pastora* : She is rich.
How do I know this?
Because when Babette, who once long ago was the greatest Chef in Paris, spent all her Lottery winnings to cook one wonderful dinner meal for her friends in a tiny little town in northern Denmark, she explained:
"An artist is never poor."
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Babette's Feast is a triumph of cinematic art.
When I teach the section on the theology of the Eucharist to my seminarians, I always show them Babette's Feast. Most of them end up in tears. At the end of the movie, I have just one comment.
"Any questions?" There are usually none.
When I was Googling around, I found at least a dozen websites, many associated with theological schools, exploring the theological and spiritual implications of -- well, mostly the spectacular Danish movie, but of course the short story, originally in English and published in Ladies Home Journal in 1958.
Surely the question of God's existence or His relationship with us can't all be centered around one whomp-arse great dinner meal.
But Babette makes a powerful case for God manifesting Himself through magnificent food, beverage, the conviviality of the dinner table, the experience of the tongue, the nose, the eye. God through cold raw oysters, God through turtle soup. Of course we can't see God -- because He's busy cooking everything up in the kitchen.
The psychologists say Smell is the most powerful of the senses in evoking memories and emotions. Imagine what that cottage smelled like the night Babette cooked her feast.
The movie smashes head-on, assaultively, at those who believe we get closer to God, and please God most, by fleeing farthest from and abandoning all pleasures of the flesh. And yet at the end no one is an enemy, no one leaves the dinner with hurt feelings, the wonderful feast has cooked everyone's heart into a harmony, and for dessert they all look up at the stars in the clear night sky over Jutland, and dance and sing.
Yeah, really, who would have any questions at the end of "Babette's Feast"? What is there to ask, except: Can I have a seat at this table with these fine friends and neighbors, and eat this wonderful dinner?
hi bob, i`m so happy to reed all that!
im sorry but mi english is so bad!
i am romina my nick name is pastora* and y have 22 years old, i live in a little place (malloco) is a berry beutyfull and small.
in this moment i work desing blotter only for love it
now in spanish
un abrazo enorme a la distancia, muchas gracias y si en el sur de chile hay "castores" y son hermosos, acá hay una variedad de flora y fauna digna de descubir y conocer.
muchas gracias por todo
besos
chao
Pastora*
Romina Hernández
Hola Pastora* --
Su inglés es uno mil veces mejor que mi español. Fuy un periodista en Miami por dos años, pero mi español es muy malo.
¿Vive U. Santiago cercano?
¿Tu gustas mi blotter art de los Castores de Tierra del Fuego/Patagonia? ¿y mi blotter art de Dr Albert Hofmann en su bicycleta? Bueno! :-)
En el cine "Babette's Feast," Babette dice: "Un artista es nunca pobre."
Bob
el Vleeptron Dude
Massachusetts USA
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