Magician and illusionist Jean Garin performs an entertaining act with a Magic Screen on the French T.V. Show Le Plus Grand Cabaret Du Monde. I have no idea how he does this. It's simply very entertaining and makes you wonderful from begging to end what it's done. No doubt it's a combination of technology, imagination and magic. If any of you figure out how this is possible, would you please share it with me?
Wednesday, 19 June 2013
Stones & Genitals - Lucky Throw
Have you ever thrown stones ladies, aiming to hit the genitals of a Saint? Neither have I.
I couldn't believe that through my own ignorance first than forgetfulness later, I some how always miss the opportunity of finding myself an ideal man, on St. Anton's Day. Having been living in Spain for years, I just can't understand how, being very hungry and nosy as I always am about finding out local cultures, traditions and customs, I had missed discovering this particulate date, on which unwed or unattached women, of whatever age, should go to the Hermitage of Saint Anton, in Mijas, Malaga. Where, for centuries, these women would go to throw 3 little stones, aiming at the genitals of the figure of Saint Anton. If you succeed in hitting at the right spot, you are guaranteed to find yourself an ideal man.
Each year on St. Aton's day, usually more than 500 ladies entrusting their throwing skill hoping for the effortless reward of a perfect partner. Even if you didn't do well enough to hit the genitals of Saint Anton 3 times in succession, you will still be rewarded with a plate of 'Callos' - pig intestines stewed with spices, tomato, onion and chilli; sounds off putting to some for sure, but it's really a very delicious dish.
The only problem was that in the recent few years, more for the Hermitage than for the hopeful visitors, was that the original image figure of Saint Anton had been hit so many times for so many years, that they had to substitute it with another, with the ancient one put inside on one of the altars. But the ladies, apparently many of them, would seek out the original figure to continue throwing stones at him, believing that he would give more positive results than a 'newcomer'!
The Brotherhood stressed over and over again each year, that the miracle was not made by the image figure, but by Saint Anton. Many ladies feel content enough to wait throughout the year for the Godsend. I should think being so confident and hopeful would certainly make their character more attractive to secure boyfriends anyway. Others who had unfortunately missed their aim would have to wait for St Anton's Day next year. Unless they, like me, believe more in self help. Besides, I don't want a Saint that's perfect in every way; that would be too scary!
I wonder, what happens if a gay guy throw the stones & hit the target 3 times in succession??
Current Mood: 
Amused
Amused
Putting My Thinking Cap On ...
- Vision without action is a daydream. Action without vision is a nightmare.
- Arguing with a fool proves there are two.
- Wise man talk because they have something to say, fools talk because they have to say something.
- Laziness is the art of resting before you get tired.
- I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.
- All people have the right to stupidity but some abuse the privilege.
- Why is there no egg in eggplant and no ham in hamburger?
- A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.
- All love that has not friendship for its basis is like a mansion built upon the sand.
- Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not. A sense of humour is to console him for what he is.
- For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof; the work for which all other work is but preparation.
- Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Current Mood: 
Awake
Awake
Complaints
A
friend of mine was saying to me during morning coffee: "I complain,
don't know to whom nor about whom, but I complain. To the defenders of
intelligent designs of the universe, I want to tell them that I don't
understand why they give people so many hopes, desires, and promises
that can not be completed or fulfilled. And I complain about the insatiableness that we carry inside of us."
It was really too early in the morning for me to digest such deep philosophy and, as a rule, I don't much like complainers and complaints. More than anything else it takes too much energy which could have been used more positively in viable things in life, But, as he is a good friend and I respect him for his usual honesty and reasonableness generally, I listened to his lament attentively. Then, I suddenly remembered something significant.
In an old film I once saw but the name of which I can't recall, (might be 'The Misfits'?) with Clark Gable, Montgomery Clift and Marilyn Monroe, there was one scene in which Marilyn listened in a deserted mountain cabin to a man who said his wife never complained about anything. She died of a haemorrhage. He couldn't have taken her to the hospital in town because the car wouldn't work, it required a spare tire which he didn't have. Marilyn said: "Sometimes complaining helps."
In this case, it's evident that it did help to ease the pain or guilt of the husband, that the car couldn't function at that moment was just an unfortunate coincidence.
There are complaints and complaints. One is of injustice and another is of permanent dissatisfaction. The former has to do with reclaiming one's right, and the latter seems more like a lament about life itself, as a renunciation of the privilege of living. Neither helps much to change the evolution or the lack of it the cause of the complaint.
Tag:Complaints
Current Mood: 
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