Sedna to Cibara Part III to "Project: Space Tomb"

Sedna to Cibara
[Part III to Project: Space Tomb

The Planet Cibara, looking up at Moiromma

Sednas composition was ice and soil, mixed for the most part with (H20) water; (CH4) methane and frozen CO2 (carbon dioxide). The soil was carbon richbrown from the components. Temperatures on Sedan got 300 below zero (at 450-plus, all heat nonexistent, it seldom got to that point). It is two thirds the size of the Planet Pluto, and travels a 1000-million mile orbit in one direction, and is ten times the distance from earths sun, to earths stable 93,000-million mile distance. This is what the Cibaralites astronauts were chasing as it was bound to cross over into Cibaras orbit, in the outer limits of earths solar system, past Pluto and beyond. This large mass of frozen rock, would remain in Cibaras orbit but a few days, only to have a window of a few hours, for opportunity to break loose with its orbit, to descend to the planet Cibara, or else be pulled along with Se dans magnetic hold, equal to that of the Earths vs. the Moons.

International Space Probe [Explorer

The travelers body makeup was capable of withstanding extreme limits of cold, thus, the space-probe [explorer, was now chasing Sedna like a bee, and even if the heading system did not work well, just the motion of the probe at such a high velocity would keep the outer part of the craft hot, thus, theyd not freeze to death.

At the Space Observatory, Los Andes, Space Center, Tom had explained all to Too who was now monitoring the space vessel, chasing Sedna into an unfamiliar orbit, and beyond the Oort Cloud (or Kuiper Belt), where a trillion comets dwelled (balls of frozen gas, dust, and water). Here they whoosh, flew by like a bullet freely, and the two Cibaralites knew it was dangerous, and difficult to transcend, but if they could get into the gravity of Sedna, theyd be pulled along and perhaps protected if bombarded by an oncoming comet happened; and thus p ulling themselves out of the gravity belt, in time to catch Cibaras. For, inasmuch as they could tell, the space craft could pull its self out of the no atmosphere asteroid, and into that of Cibaras with ease, for it had done so with earths a dozen times over; it was not like theirs a hundred years ago, which was quite primitive, but strong enough to what was needed at the time.

The two scientists knew Sedna would enter into the dusty and complicated comet scattered belt aheadand soon, and into the outer realm of the solar system, but they could follow with the help of Hobble IV, a space telescope some thirty million miles past the moon, monitoring dead space, and galaxys for the International Community, and Military Scientist; yet at the moment, it was freed for their use, at Toos request, as he had said he needed to get some data on the comets in the Oort Cloud, knowing, had he said more on the two astronauts, theyd be hunted down by several military Comet-Space Pro bes, which acted like assassins.

Interlude

[Narrator This is a good place to take a rest from the story and explain the following. Too followed the explorer probe carefully with the two telescopes working together, to send back the reflections of the giant asteroid, called Sedna, and its warm space craft, which showed its heat level as all things in motion have, onto their sensory screen, thus catching a dotted glimpse of their whereabouts as they followed the asteroid, into the density of the Oort Cloud. Again both so self consumed with the moments happenings, they did not look at priorities, if they had them, or even consequences; thus not reporting nothing to the authorities. In the past 100-years or so, they had chartered, over 10,000-new planets in other galaxys, but not Cibara, or Moiromma, beyond the Oort Cloud, in another solar systemyou might add. The reason being, planets unlike stars do not generate their own light, but reflect the planets stars light. And Cibara and Moiromma, where too far between earthss sun; and their own sun, which was 200-million miles beyond them, going in the opposite direction of Earth. Both Cibara and Moiromma had moons, thus, a protection at times from the elements coming in from space, likened to Earths Moon. But at best, only a small wobble in Cibara could be detected with a dim shadowy orb along with it, and that was very faint to the searchers, which Tom noticed searching beyond Sedna; but no sooner had Too taken the telescope he followed Sedna againnoticing beyond Sedna, there was something else, But why would the two Cibaralites pinpoint their planet to us? Too mumbled out loud? and only to us?

[Sedna The travelers had caught Sednas orbit just before they passed Plutonow looking back at Neptune behind them, the space travelers smiled at one another, as did Too to Tom, as they kept watch on the progress as they neared and entered the Kuiper Belt, bodies of comets and asteroids all a bout, here and there, objects everywhere. (Sedna having a 1000-plus mile diameter, the travelers hoped it would be a good shield for them until they reached their home planet; inasmuch as, Sedna looped around Cibara in its long and enduring orbit. They were like hitchhikers.)

Too looked about through the telescope, he could see a 900-mile diameter asteroid, called 2004-DW, kind of a giant for the Kuiper Belt objects one might say, reddish-brown, orbiting close to Pluto, and nearing Sedna, as it had passed, so close, the probe was almost sucked into its thrust; somehow, both huge bodies neutralizing one another, as the space craft wobbled about between them two great bodies for a short moment; thus, settling closer to Sedna.

The female Cibaralite looked at the chronometer, it was 4:00 PM, earth time, terrestrial time, who knows, it was morning on Sedna, for the reflection of the sun could be seen on its convexity (outer curve, which reflected the mountains, and a few craters, shadows mixed with light; an orange kind of light.) They could see the Northern hemisphere; it looked like the probe was capable of pulling away from Sednas gravity.

As the travelers neared Cibara they shifted into Cibaras orbit quickly and whirled about, they fell fast and deep into its atmosphere, red hot speeding through it, burning up as if the brakes of a train were being pushed on too quickly, way too quickly. They needed to slow down, and should they crash, theyd be nothing but vapor. But they were on the Northern Hemisphere, and as the cold of the winter hit the body of the probe, it cooled, and the travelers went into a frozen crater lake, this also, sizzled the outer frame of the space craft, allowing it to cool instantly, and as it sank, warmed the waters and unthawed the frozen ice, some 18-inches thick; but safe they were.

They would remain on Cibara for a short while; but they had a job to do back on the Moon, which would affect the Earth, and both travelers, gave an oath, to do it or die trying. The Cibaralites were a revengeful type of people you might say.

[Part four, on a napkin yet.

Dennis Siluk http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

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History Of The Swing

Swing Dance Anyone has the power and ability to showcase his individuality as he is presented with various ways of expressing himself. This can be done through the written word or by orally articulating his thoughts and ideas. Some people can better express themselves through singing songs that touch the heart while there are others who would rather perform in front of an audience to exhibit their artistic skills. Dancing is one way of displaying one's flare on the Dance floor. Be it a professional or an amateur Dancer, one thing is common in their experiences, that of an exhilarating feeling as one moves to the beat of the music and doing the appropriate movements.

Swing is one of the more notable and enduring Dances that have been developed. When you talk about Swing, it is very interesting to note that there are a number of Dance forms falling under this category. The swing Dance includes the Balboa, Bop, Charleston, East Coast swing , Jitterbug, Jive, Lindy Hop, Push, Shag, West Coast Swing and Whip.

It was during the 1920s, in the United States, that people took their first steps to swing music. Swing traces its roots to Jazz music as the Dance originated from the African American community during that period. The swing fever went on to conquer the rest of the world. From the late 1920s until the 1940s, these years are referred to as the swing era. Even today, the Dance steps in swing are still being performed to modern music.

The first swing Dance was the Lindy Hop that was Danced in the Savoy Ballroom in Harlem, New York. The Lindy Hop can be executed to any jazz or blues music. Then came the Jitterbug, Charleston and other variations of the swing Dance. The basic differences with these swing Dances involve the step patterns that may consist of 6 or 8 beat rhythm units. Some swing Dance makes use of spinning and pushing moves mixed with some kicking moves, which makes this Dance style truly quite energetic to accomplish. Swing may also be combined with other well-known Dance styles. As an illustration, the Dance swango is a mix of swing steps as well as that of the tango, another favorite Dance.

Ever since swing was first done on the Dance floor, numerous competitions have cropped up showcasing the swinging prowess of its followers. Dancing contests generally distinguish between ballroom swing and street swing. The former follows strict step patterns as it is Danced mostly during competitions for ballroom dancing while the latter is more flexible to interpretations. The type of swing Dance performed should likewise conform to the music being played. Swinging jazz music is apropos to Lindy Hop and ragtime music is most suitable to Charleston. Hip hop Lindy, as the term implies is Danced to the tempo of hip-hop music while Country Western Swing is apt to country and western music. Each state in America also have their respective popular swing Dances that includes the West Coast Swing in California, DC Hand Dancing in Washington, DC, Imperial Swing in St. Louis, Missouri, Supreme Swing in Tulsa, Oklahoma and Whip in Houston, Texas.

Swing Dance is certainly one of the Dance styles that will be passed on from one generation to the next as its steps continue to evolve.

Michael Russell Your Independent guide to Dance

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Arizona BlueGunfigher: Showdown on Main Street Chapter Two

Arizona Blue-Gunfighter
Showdown on Main Street
[Chapter Two, to: Mexican Stand-off

Blue, heafter tending to his horse went down Main Street towards the end of town, where Lolas Boarding House was. She had a fancy sign outside, and the extension she was working on some years back was already built. She was looking out her front bay-window when Blue pulled up. The place had a walkway going halfway around the building now, it hadnt before. It was impressive, thought Blue.

As she noticed Blue standing outside looking in, she ran to the white picked-fence along side her wooden sidewalk, and opened up her arms to hug him, saying:

OH Dios mo, mi amorcito volvio.

After the hug, she commented:

Que bueno verlo de nuevo seor Blue, then shifted to English: do you plan on staying for a while, oh I hope so! She was smiling with a tear in her right eye.

Yes my dear pretty young espaola gal; for the winter months at least.

Thought Blu e as she let go from the hugging him: she really knows how to hug Do yaw hav a roo-mm far rent?

Sure enough dotienes suficiente dinero para pagar el cuarto?

You do haw (a murmur0 good! replied Blue.

Come on in, srvete caf, its still early.

Replied Blue: Gracias, querida

And so Blue followed her into the house. As he looked aboutsure enough, there was the Seth Thomas Clock he bought for her when she first opened up her house doors to the public; it was a fancy 1870 model, he was proud to see she had it hanging on the wall in the hallway.

Do you miss Juneau? asked Blue, which was the city in Alaska, where they first met.

S, siempre extraare Juneau, Mr. Blue, it was a beautiful place, and time, bonito lugar

Yaw, it sure was, especially that lovely glacier you liked.

You mean the Mandenhall? asked Lola.

Yaw, I guess that sounds like the thing, it was a lot of ice on ice.

They both sat in the kitchen having c offee. Lola was as happy as a ten-year old school girl who just got her first boyfriend; same her Negro help was in the barn with her father milking the cow and cleaning out the stalls. But Lola would tell them when they came in the good news, or perhaps not so good, as her father did not like gunslingers, in particular; but Lola was no dumbly, she knew he was a wanderer. He would never stay in one place too long, but it would be long enough for her she felt, plus she was lost in the moment. He was the fist man she had ever made love tothe very first. And she could never find another quite like him.

Got to find a job before winter comes, and settle down for a spill, I guess, said Blue.

Theres a horse rancher outside of town cerca a dos millas de aqu, he seems always to be hiring and firing cowhands and so forth, you know repair men for the fences and all.

Blue thought about the two cowboys in the saloon, Yaw, I had a run in with a few guys in the befor e he could finish Lola commented:

Todo listo she said [All ready? Then she went quiet.

Ill show you to your room. Necesitas baarte [both, Baja cuando estes listo, Calentare agua.

Wheres the wood kept now asked Blue. She laughed. He laughed.

In my room? [si quieres calentarte, tienes que ir alli.

-Blue smiled, saying: Aw, youre still my gal I see!

Blue, its always been you, slo t. And she grabbed a key, and they walked to the second floor, room #4.

Blue fell, face first down unto the bed, fell to sleep like a dead mouse on the prairie, roasted by the sun. It was three hours later when he woke up; he heard some talking going on in the street. He looked out the window, up the street, there were five men chatting to a lady.

Looks like trouble, Blue mumbled somewhat to himself, wiping his face with a hand towel; he looked about; Lola must had went out for a spell.

As Blue readied himself to go up the block the makeshi ft-sheriff was standing in his office, about 200-feet from the happening, where the five men had cornered a Chinese woman in the middle of the street. It was an hour past noon, and they had just left the Gem Saloon. The sheriff didnt budge from his window to get involved. Chinese were not the most protected to him, matter-of-fact, they were quite the opposite. Plus these guys were a bad bunch, as was the whole town, and his belief was, keep them off the streets or they are fair game for any drunk wanting a free whore, although she wasnt a whore. But the way the town folks thought in Deadwood, was simple: there is no law, and so if I can I will, and if you cant stop me, all the better. They worked at the Golden T. Ranch, just outside of town. The one Lola had suggested Blue find a job at.

Lola now was standing out by her gate looking up the street. The men were pushing the Chinese woman around, she was but sixteen or seventeen thought Lola. She was tripping to her knees as they were having a game with her, pushing her, and grabbing her as they fell into their arms. She was getting bruised and dirty from the dusty road, thick with dried up mud. She was caught in the middle of their circle in the middle of the street, laughing, and pulling at her blouse and dress; saying:

Give me a little.

She didnt understand what was happening, or what they were saying; but she was telling them something in Chinese. As Blue came out the door, Lola asked what is she saying, Blue listened he had been around enough dope houses to understand some Chinese and the woman kept yelling; said Blue to Lola in Spanish:

Oh Dios mo too, me quieren violar, aydenmeaydenme, help me! [Oh my God help me Lola knew the woman was being rapped.

Shes saying, Oh my god Blue,

I know. Said Blue again, The men are starting to rape her.

I know, she started to cry, both Lola and the Chinese cried. He knew he shouldnt get involved with the towns affairs, Chinese were to the whites were a lesser breed, and some may not take kindly to interfering. On the other hand, it was being done in public, and could start a little town war, for there was a section of Chinese, that could hold their own, perhaps not against the whole town though.

Blue stood still, not wanting to get involved, and Lolas tears started coming down her cheeks. She couldnt look at Blue, if she did, she knew he would go on her behalf and help the woman, and she really didnt want to be beholding to him in such a manner, and cause trouble. The men could burn her house down also, and that was her livelihood, burn it down after Blue left. The young lady was now on the dirt, dress half up, and the men closing in on the circle.

I got to go get a shave, Lola, be back soon, said Blue.

She couldnt say a word, she was stone-still, beguile on the whole thing; there had been many rapes she heard about, but she was never so close to one, and helpless. As Blue walked up the street, about to walk past the circle in the middle of the street, the men had torn her blouse half off, her breasts were exposed, and another man had tripped her to where she had fallen back down again, for the umpteenth time, and another had opened his pants, and jumped on her as if he was ready.

Two of the men held her, one holding her head, another her two her legs, as the bearded one, tall and heavy, turned to look at his fellow comrades, with a smirk on his face about to say something, and she started screaming. Several women standing by watching with their husbands started pulling them away, in case they decided to help, or in anyway get involved.

Several other young men stood by in curiosity, but started to back off as Blue stepped in. No one helped. The man was doing what he came to do, as she screamed, as all the other four drunks were watching; now Blue came behind them. With one had he pulled the mans hair b ack and pistil whipped him, and the woman rolled over to her side, the man did not complete his task, and then as he lay bloody on the ground, he asked the other four drunks:

Whos next! and shot a hole in the foot of one for saying Me. And the three ran like snakes that were being drowned out of their holes; jumping running falling as Blue shot two bullets past their heads. You could her breeze of the bullets.

The woman started to push her body up, she was thin, with long black silky hair; too young to be walking along Blue thought. She was breathing hard, but had spunk, she spit at the men as they ran, and at the man lying down pistol-whipped.

Kick him! Blue told the lady, and she scratched his eyes so bad they tore open the eyelids.

Me name Ming she said, drying her tears with her long hair. Had she not been beaten so badthought Blueshe was a foxy looking young lady; but Blue was old enough to be her father, he was born the same year, Mark Twain w as, 1835, so his mother used to tell him.

Its about time sheriff, where yaw been, watching the show? said Blue.

Thats not even nice, replied the young sheriff.

Right about now, Blue had enough of the sheriff and backtalk,

You want some? asked Blue, stepping back as to give them room for a shootout. The sheriff just looked. He was being called on. That was not what he expected. Blue turned a half foot.

I said you want some, sheriff. Everyone looked; the man on the ground crawled as fast as a wounded squirrel to the nearest sidewalk.

No, no, I guess I should have been out here, I, Idont know. I mean, I get really dont get paid, I mean the bar owners and a few of the city businesses own me, Im no real sheriff, Im just their secret image they want to show folks who come into town, like the government. This is all Indian land.

Blue knew all this already, that is why he was calling him on, he was a nobody, trying to play a so mebody, with it suited the businesses, or ranchers; and hungry gold suckers in the mountains; all illegally trespassing on Indian land.

Well I do know youre a coward, or a bad sheriff, said Blue, to add more injury to the previous insult. But Thomas Adams knew well enough, he was not getting paid to fight a troubleshooting gunslinger that had been totting guns for twenty-five years. The name of the game was getting rich and staying alive. He knew Blue, like Wild Bill, and Billy the Kid, and the rest of the gunslingers would all have their day, he didnt need to bring it on any sooner.

I think Im more of a bad sheriff, than the coward. But no one would want a showdown with youthat is, no one in their right mind. Said Thomas.

The other men having heard that quickly left well enough alone also, for a few were thinking of stepping in. Plus, the white man was alive, and a good beating never hurt anyone, so was their new thinking.

Said the sheriff [with a low voice Its best you boys are on your way now as he approached the three drunks, and he added, Pick up your buddy on the way out, you can drink tomorrow when things are a little quieter, ok? They didnt answer, they just found their horses, and threw their buddy over his saddle, grabbed the reins, and left town.

Lola came running up. Ests bien? You ok, Blue?

The sheriff now standing on the wooden sidewalk by his office a hundred feet or so from them, sarcastically said,

Hes the only one ok, and left to go into his office before Blue could retaliate.

Gracias Blue Lola cried. Nadie quera ayudarla Right in the middle of day a rape, what is this place coming to? Lola said with a kind of refreshing voice.

As Blue headed to the barber shop, he thought in his head, when will this day ever end.

Blue! called the Sheriff, you need a job, be my deputy.

What, said Blue? [Rhetorically

Id make you sheriff, but it has to come by a vote of the town. But Ill do as you say and we can both kind run the town, and get paid. This town is getting too wild for me and you need a job unless you want to dig for gold, or mend fences?

Ill think about it, said Blue.

Please do said the sheriff, I dont like what happened, but sometimes you know if you step in youre dead. And a dead sheriff only ends up on boot hill.

Blue knew he made sense, but didnt like the coward part of him,

Yaw, perhaps, for four or five monthsonly.

Thanks come down to the office when youre done. If youre going to the barber, tell him to put it on the citys tab.

Blue smiled, it was the only thing other than Lola that was the good part of the day, a free haircut and now hed add a shave onto it. And being a lawman for a few months was better than running horses, or mending fences or digging for gold, and he wasnt much of a gambler; a drinker he was. But he was just going through town, just needed a job for winte r, around the corner. Plus his chance for working at the Golden T. Ranch was most likely in question now anyhow.

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Art Edouard Manet's Life

Edouard Manet was a revolutionary painter. His work changed art forever and inspired the impressionistic style of painting. His art is so inspirational that it even influences today's art!

Manet is a French painter that was born in Paris on January 23, 1832. He was the son of a government official. His uncle gave him his first drawing lessons. Manet studied at the Rollin College and met his lifelong best friend Antonin there. Manet's father wanted him to study law but he didn't want to so he went to sea instead. He was trained as a sea cadet but failed his naval examinations and switched to painting.

He first studied art in Paris under Thomas Couture, the French painter and soon after visited Italy, Germany and the Netherlands to study the art in these places. While traveling around, several artists greatly influenced him. These artists were the Dutch painter Frans Hals, the Spanish artist Francisco de Goya, the French painter Courbet and the Spanish a rtist Diego Velazquez.

Manet started paining genre paintings, which are paintings that depict everyday life, such as street urchins and old beggars. He developed a very bold brush technique in which he painted realistic subject matter. All of his paintings are very realistic.

In 1861 he submitted The Spanish Singer to the Salon and won an honorable mention for it. However, in 1863 he submitted The Picnic to the Salon and it was rejected. This became a scandal and was an outrage to the public. The Salon wouldn't accept it because of the subject matter. In the painting, there was a woman at a picnic naked with two men.

Manet's painting, Olympia, created even more of an outrage. The public was furious with the style and subject matter of the painting. The painting depicted a naked prostitute waiting for her customer. Today, this is one of Manet's most famous paintings and is admired.

On October 28, 1863, Manet married Suzanne Leenhoff. She was a musician that had been hired by Manet's father to give Edouard and his brother piano lessons. Edouard and Suzanne had a ten year relationship before they were finally married in 1863. During their ten year relationship, Suzanne gave birth to a son, Leon Koella. The father is most certainly Manet, but Leon was presented to other people as Suzanne's younger brother. Manet painted Leon in several of his paintings, including Luncheon in the Studio.

Manet frequently was seen in the company of the Impressionist group and was considered by them to be their leader. However, he did not want to join the group and his work is not known as impressionistic. Impressionists use lighter colors and focus on the effects of light. They are mostly interested in showing their impressions of different scenes.

Manet was the first painter to abandon traditional lighting and treatment of space in his works. He wanted people to see the true reality of a painting which is that a painting is just a painting, a flat, two dimensional surface. It shouldn't be an illusion of something else.

Manet did not get recognition until much later in his life. After that, everyone wanted his paintings. In 1882 he submitted one of his best pictures to the Salon, The Bar at the Folies-Bergere. This painting allowed him to be accepted into the Legion of Honor. Manet died on April 30, 1883 in Paris after a long illness. He painted 420 oil paintings and many other pastels and watercolors.

Michael Russell

Your Independent guide to Arts

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Antique Chinese Snuff Bottles Stones that Float!

There are a variety of antique stones that will float in water such as Jade, quartz, chalcedony and hair crystal. If you find this comment hard to believe, then you obviously have not learned about Collecting fine antique Chinese snuff bottles!

When Collecting Chinese antique snuff bottles, one can choose to collect glass, porcelain, bottles made from organic materials (such as amber or coral), or perhaps the inside painted bottles, but there is sure to be a time when one will decide to collect, or at least add some hardstone bottles.

Hardstone bottles can be found in a variety of materials such as Jade, quartz, chal cedony, hair crystal, tourmaline and many more. There are some wonderful shapes and colours to be found and even some stone bottles have images, or pictures, formed from the natural inclusions found in the rock.

When studying auction catalogues one will now and then come across, within the description of antique stone bottles, the comment well hollowed just as when discussing bottles with a dealer this term will also be used. When this comment is missed beware, as all good antique stone bottles should be well hollowed and if they are not then suspect they are fakes!

Antique Chinese snuff bottles were made to be used and had to be well hollowed, to hold sufficient snuff, this raises the question how well hollowed is well hollowed? Most good antique bottles are considered well hollowed if the bottle will hold a good portion of snuff and does not feel too heavy. Remember, as a guide, they were often worn in the sleeve. But the most valuable finest stone snuff b ottles are exceptionally hollowed out, so much so, that they often look like they have been blown (like glass). These are referred to as eggshell thin or floaters because although they were carved out of a rock they are so well hollowed, that they will float in water!

These stone bottles are examples of amazing skill, because all the hollowing out has been performed through a very small hole in the neck of the bottle. Even the areas we refer to as the shoulders of the bottle (these are most difficult areas to hollow out), have to be very thin, for the bottle to trap enough air to make it float.

There are some wonderful Jade bottles that float, yet Jade is one of the hardest stone to carve, not only is it an exceptionally hard material but it also has certain weaker points where it can easily fracture.

Having shown a couple of bottles (one well hollowed the other not) to lapidary workers, equipped with all the most modern cutting and drilling tools, to fin d out if they could change the poorly hollowed out bottle, into a well hollowed one and what it would cost. Not one would take on the task and the general view was, that even if they tried, the cost would be considerable, due to the time it would take them, but in addition no one would accept the risk involved, of possibly ruining the bottle in the process!

The explanation of how these antique stone bottles were originally carved and so well hollowed out, were all down to years of experience and the slow labour of love, where the carver did everything by hand without any thought about how much time it took.

The author has been a very keen Asian antique collector for many years helping to create The Cohen Collection.

See photographs by using the following link: - http://www.jncohen.net /antiques/articles.htm

For more information about antique Chinese snuff bottles please use the following link: - http://www.jncohen.net/ChineseSnuffbottles/index.htm

Author:: John Cohen
Keywords:: Chinese snuff bottles, Collecting snuff bottles, well hollowed bottles, snuff bottle, Jade, Collecti
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More of Interview No.2

I: Did you grow up writing, or reading a lot of anything in particular?

P: Theres no way I could be considered a child prodigy or anything like that, but I grew up being aware of language. This was largely my mothers influence and her fathers influence as well. My father and grandfather exercised their influences in different ways with respect to language. I was exposed to the play with words, although I was not particularly fascinated by words as some Writers are. My mother played with the sound of words and I could not help being exposed to this playfulness, to the way it felt to say certain words. I kind of had a physical understanding of language and thats one of the strange benefits of coming from the home I did at the time in history that I did, after WW11. But that is a separate story.

Within the larger Canadian context it was largely an oral culture and certainly various branches of my family had that focus on oral literature. So I grew up hearing s tories and being read stories. But the stories I heard were all the more interesting because they involved family members and ancestors, familiar things as well as the more strange and exotic. And I think I felt part of those stories. They insinuated themselves into my psyche. Language, I think, is just naturally musical and naturally figurative. Even the most humble uneducated people will use language in amazingly expressive ways. My father was an example of this. He had a powerful way with words. Metaphor and simile find their way into everyday talk and they find their way unconsciously. Because so much of my life was an oral culture, especially with TV and radio, with record players, in both the family and at school, I found means to compensate for my own quietness in this world of oral reality.

Everyday speech is expressive and is capable of communicating lots of things at once, in a way that literature is. And so I feel like in my family and through jobs I ha d growing up, through meeting all kinds of local characters and just being sort of afloat in all of this kind of stuff, I absorbed a lot of it, unknowingly. I think this was one reason that a quiet boy and adolescent became a talker, a verbal person unobtrusively, insensibly.

I: How do you think of your poetic projects as related to this oral tradition in which you grew up? To put this a little differently, how would you characterize the relation between the kinds of diction, imagery and syntax that show up in your work, and the aspects of spoken language you noticed as a child?

P: I think Im always aware of everyday language as being a starting point, a grounding point, in my writing. Its a major thread in the language thats in my head all the time. I certainly want my work to honour, to be based in, that kind of language. But I dont want this quotidian speech of everyman to limit my work. And so I like to think that Im taking the energy, the potential, of t hat language and extending it, spreading it widely in a richer, a more sophisticated, context.

I: So, back to the question of influence. What other voices are in your head all the time?

P: Thats a challenging question for me to answer partly because growing up beside Lake Ontario in the particular home that I did did not provide me with any literature available in this language of everyman, that I knew, that I heard every day. My mother had educated reading tastes in literature, poetry, Philosophy and Religion. So I think that my current reading interests derived from certain thematic or stylistic similarities to my local language and in the more serious idioms of my mothers reading. The Poets whose work I go back to all the time now are the folks my mother read, although not entirely. When I was growing up music and poetry were in the background even though I paid it little heed.

I: Just to go back to the Daniel Boone narrative for a final question or two: a great deal is happening around Boone in other parts of the USA and throughout the world which he has absolutely no awareness of. What parallel do you see for you and your life in the 20th and 21st centuries?

P: There is no question that at all times a great deal goes on which you cant possibly be aware of. This is the parallel with Daniel Boone. But in our world, we get a daily diet of images and information which we may not understand but at least we have a general idea of whats happening. The comparisons and contrasts are many and I could say much more, but this will suffice.

I: You see yourself as a pioneer; your Autobiography is called Pioneering Over Four Epochs. Could you say one or two more things about the example of Daniel Boone as pioneer?

P: I remember watching Daniel Boone on TV occasionally in the 1960s. I did not have a TV then, but from time to time Id watch Fess Parker. I did not know at the time that the real Boone did not wear a coonskin hat. I hat little idea of the historical context of the eighteenth century Daniel Boone. Even now, I find the comparison and contrast surprises me. Without going into a detailed analysis here, I think that only the future will place the reality of my experience as a pioneer in a true light. My generation and myself as a pioneerwe are too close to the experience to really understand its significance.

In the 1770s Daniel Boone was trailblazing, fighting Indians and hunting. In the 1780s he was a member of the state legislature of West Virginia. He did a lot of roaring and fighting. There is no question that my work as a Bahai has been as a trailblazer. The analogy is only partial, but its fun to play with the idea, with the language.

Ron Price November 22nd 2005

P UBLICATIONS :LIST

It is useful for people to have some idea of what others have published, if anything. It is not a crucial variable but, like talking, it's nice to have one's voice heard when one writes. I will list some of the items here. I think to myself: how come with all these publications I'm not rich and famous? My academic, career, personal and religious interests and activities are obvious in different ways by perusing the following. Although a little over the top, as they say these days, it will give readers at this site a sense of who I am and what Ive done.

2. PUBLICATIONS:

2.1 Articles and Reviews: Journals

1. * A History of the Baha'i Faith in the Northern Territory: 1947- 1997, Northern Lights, 30 Installments, 2000-2002.
2. * Periodic Articles in Newsletters, Regional Teaching Committees of the NSA of the Baha'is of Australia Inc., 1971-2001.
3. * Periodic Articles/Letters, Baha'i Canada and The Australian Baha'i Bulletin, 1 971-2001.
4. * Memorials of the Faithful, Baha'i Studies Review, September 2001. That's enough for now!

Author:: Ron Price
Keywords:: Interviews, Writers, Poets, RonPrice, Baha'i, Religion, Philosophy, Autobiography
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Breakdancing: The Roots of The Street Dance

Breakdancing is the street dancing which began around 1969. Most people will agree that the superstar James Brown began the whole thing with a dance called the Good Foot. James Brown was a real innovator and his dancing was something to behold. He did things with his feet that would give most of us a couple of broken legs!

Simultaneously in the ghetto, what is known as the dance battle became very popular and in many cases replaced gangster warfare as a method to end disputes. Breakdancing lent itself very well to the dance battle and the Good Foot was a perfect base for Breakdancing.

Street dancers adopted the Good Foot which, for a short period, became known as the B-Boy and then Breakdancing. Back then the dance moves were a lot different to the kind of Breaking we see today. There were no popular, documented moves such as the headspin or the windmill. The dancers simply used their feet and nothing else. Some would argue that this old style Breaking is more complicated than the kind of dancing we see these days.

Some of the floor work improvised back then was fantastically complex. If you go to a modern Breakdancing competition you won't see many of the old school moves but you will see a lot of gymnastics. Impressive though this is, there are those that think Breakdancing has lost its roots a little. On the other side of the coin you have people saying that it's just an evolution.

As a way to solve street battles and gang violence it was inspired. You were finding that amazingly, the gangs were using Breakdancing instead of fighting. The Breakdancing battle took on a world of its own. Of course there were still fights and inevitably sometimes a sore loser in a Breaking battle would resort to violence.

Out of all this, Breakdancing crews were formed. The members of a crew would practice and dance together. This is when the first very basic Breakdancing choreogRaphy came about. One crew would invent a move which would inspire an opposing crew to go one better. For some of these guys Breakdancing was literally the difference between life and death. They were very dedicated to what they were doing.

Just as all these new Breakdancing crews were bursting onto the scene a guy called Afrika Bambaataa embraced the genre. Afrika Bambaataa is a legendary figure in the hip hop world. He was largely responsible for bringing Breakdancing into the general public's consciousness. He got to know all the crews and encouraged them to develop what they were doing. Bambaataa's Zulu Kings Breakdancing crew became a force to be reckoned with, winning many battles.

Since then Breakdancing has continually progressed and more and more very talented dancers were bringing their skills into the arena. There were new moves being inven ted by the week and it wasn't long before we had headspins, windmills, backspins and all the other high energy, acrobatic moves we see these days.

The Rock Steady Crew were one of the groups to pioneer this new school Breaking. These guys along with Charles Ahearn who made the seminal hip hop movie Wild Style were to bring Breakdancing fully up to date and the dancing phenomenon became much more popular. There was no stopping the onward march of the break dance.

Nowadays Breakdancing influences a lot of the choreogRaphed dance routines which are an integral part of a modern pop record release. You have young kids coming up who are really into it and the genre is experiencing something of a renaissance. There's no doubt about it, Breakdancing is here to stay and if you want more info a quick search on the Internet will turn up thousands of references to this modern art form.

Fabio writes for many niches and is an experienced researcher. He has written articles covering a wide range of human experience and enjoys plying his trade especially on the internet. He is currently sponsoring this site where you can get free Breakdancing videos and can be reached on fabio@break-dancing-web.info

Author:: Fabio Marcell
Keywords:: Breakdancing,break dancing,Breaking,Breakin,hip hop,Hiphop,Rap,urban culture
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