More three things meme
I have fled a busy work week and now find myself at a cafe near where I'm meeting friends for dinner in about an hour. Coffee: good, pastries: good, not being at work: gooooooood. I'm so glad I don't have to go in tomorrow.
Anyway, so this seems like a good time to work on my three things requests. Here we go!
From![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
heavenscalyx:
Pegasus: Like many girls of my generation (and presumably other generations), I went through a bit of a horse phase, although mine never extended to wanting to have one of my own. I've ridden a horse twice in my life, both times trail riding at summer camp, and nothing about the experience made me want to repeat it. But I still read a number of horse books: Black Beauty many times over, and the entire Black Stallion series, and probably others that I'm forgetting. That's when I probably would have been most ripe for the Mercedes Lackey Valdemar books, with their magical horse soul-bonding; sadly (or maybe not) I didn't discover them until I was out of college, when they had missed their moment with me. Anyway, the interest in reading books about real horses somehow didn't transfer directly into reading about magical horses, which given that I also had a strong interest in Greek mythology seems a little odd. I should have been all over the pegasus. But for whatever reason, I didn't make that connection.
Unicorn tapestries: Speaking of magical horses. I am aware of the Unicorn tapestries, but I've never seen them. One of my biggest gaps in New York City culture is the Cloisters -- the separate location of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where they and many other medieval artworks are on display. I love New York, and I enjoy art museums; the main Met building is one my very favorite places in the city, and specifically the American Art courtyard one of my favorite places in the world. But I haven't yet gotten up to the Cloisters. Someday.
Ravens: On my trip to Alaska last summer, I finally became confident in my ability to tell apart ravens and crows. Or, somewhat confident anyway. We took a nature tour outside of Haines, and I asked the guide to explain the difference. As she explained it, there are three key differences (or at least three differences that stuck in my mind): ravens are notably larger than crows; when their wings are spread, the tail feathers of ravens form a straight line, while those of crows form a V-shape; and crows have straight beaks, while ravens have hooked beaks, like a raptor.
Fromchase_acow:
Tribe: For whatever reason, maybe because it's baseball season, this word puts me in mind of the Cleveland Indians and their fans, who refer to themselves as The Tribe. Just one part of the unfortunate legacy of teams having a Native American mascot. I've lately heard folks suggest that folks who are not Native should avoid the term for any group of people that is not culturally tribal, and that seems like a good idea. Cleveland did finally retire the Chief Wahoo mascot this year, which is a good step, and I can only hope that a name change will also be in the works eventually.
Button: button who's got the button? The first thing that comes to mind is sewing, a skill that my mom tried to teach me. I was mostly terrible at it, but I did manage to learn how to sew on a basic button. It's been so long, though, that I don't know if I could do it now.
Lavender: I'm not typically a lover of floral scents, with jasmine being the most notable exception. The lavender flower sure is pretty, though, especially when planted in fields, purple waves rippling as far as the eye can see.
Anyway, so this seems like a good time to work on my three things requests. Here we go!
From
heavenscalyx: Pegasus: Like many girls of my generation (and presumably other generations), I went through a bit of a horse phase, although mine never extended to wanting to have one of my own. I've ridden a horse twice in my life, both times trail riding at summer camp, and nothing about the experience made me want to repeat it. But I still read a number of horse books: Black Beauty many times over, and the entire Black Stallion series, and probably others that I'm forgetting. That's when I probably would have been most ripe for the Mercedes Lackey Valdemar books, with their magical horse soul-bonding; sadly (or maybe not) I didn't discover them until I was out of college, when they had missed their moment with me. Anyway, the interest in reading books about real horses somehow didn't transfer directly into reading about magical horses, which given that I also had a strong interest in Greek mythology seems a little odd. I should have been all over the pegasus. But for whatever reason, I didn't make that connection.
Unicorn tapestries: Speaking of magical horses. I am aware of the Unicorn tapestries, but I've never seen them. One of my biggest gaps in New York City culture is the Cloisters -- the separate location of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where they and many other medieval artworks are on display. I love New York, and I enjoy art museums; the main Met building is one my very favorite places in the city, and specifically the American Art courtyard one of my favorite places in the world. But I haven't yet gotten up to the Cloisters. Someday.
Ravens: On my trip to Alaska last summer, I finally became confident in my ability to tell apart ravens and crows. Or, somewhat confident anyway. We took a nature tour outside of Haines, and I asked the guide to explain the difference. As she explained it, there are three key differences (or at least three differences that stuck in my mind): ravens are notably larger than crows; when their wings are spread, the tail feathers of ravens form a straight line, while those of crows form a V-shape; and crows have straight beaks, while ravens have hooked beaks, like a raptor.
From
chase_acow: Tribe: For whatever reason, maybe because it's baseball season, this word puts me in mind of the Cleveland Indians and their fans, who refer to themselves as The Tribe. Just one part of the unfortunate legacy of teams having a Native American mascot. I've lately heard folks suggest that folks who are not Native should avoid the term for any group of people that is not culturally tribal, and that seems like a good idea. Cleveland did finally retire the Chief Wahoo mascot this year, which is a good step, and I can only hope that a name change will also be in the works eventually.
Button: button who's got the button? The first thing that comes to mind is sewing, a skill that my mom tried to teach me. I was mostly terrible at it, but I did manage to learn how to sew on a basic button. It's been so long, though, that I don't know if I could do it now.
Lavender: I'm not typically a lover of floral scents, with jasmine being the most notable exception. The lavender flower sure is pretty, though, especially when planted in fields, purple waves rippling as far as the eye can see.