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First sift evar! (Not exactly a happy one)

http://videosift.com/video/Do-It-by-Damien-Hirst-How-to-Die-Using-a-Gun

I first saw this in a book I had, but instead had a stick figure in the demonstration.

Holy shit, Sadako creeps me out even as a shoddy stick figure!

Love Kylie's Confide In Me reference at the end too

*promote

>> ^NinjaInHeat:

Am I saying they have any right to [...] go around campus erasing drawings? no.

No? From the perspective of free speech, how is someone drawing a stick figure on the sidewalk different from someone washing it off?

Depictions of Mohammed are not forbidden by the Qur'an, but in certain hadith. As such, certain sects have problems with them and others do not.

The term for forbidding depictions of holy people or the divine is Aniconism. It's not unique to Islam and has been a feature of most major religions at one time or another.

Aniconism is to prevent idolatry, so expecting people of other religions to adhere is beyond ridiculous.

What I would really like to see come out of this protest is really well done, respectful depictions of Mohammed. I think that would better serve a freedom of speech protest than the stick-figure drawings of Mohammed having gay sex and blowing things up that I am anticipating.

"Seems like most newbies that post good stuff doesn't need to be held in the hand all the way... maybe the rest should learn from that."

^(and they tell me I don't know how to construct a sentence!)^^^

Newbies that posted "good stuff" are to be found in that playlist of swampgirl's above-Timing being what it is, y'all may want to check the user's starless "P" status when considering slapping a vote onnit-Some of these folks who lurk and finally post may have bailed when their initial offering was ignored.

Oh and, if tenured users would pull their noses out of each others asses for a spell and would care to peruse the pqueued section of some of the folks who try and try to have their stuff published but find that their tastes are not to the liking of others, you may start to see a pattern.

I am nothing if not tenacious-as to the dedicated tenacity of most folks???...They are energetic enough to "ignore" something they don't like.....hoo-fucking-rah, way to stick to your lazy-ass principles.(Let someone who has something to say that is somewhat conservative??..."Oh, let's rip that buffoon a new one, how 20th century, how gouche!) The place needs more art and music and culture-let others express themselves and stroke a stranger's ego from time to time in the process-I come to the site lately and see the same 23 people thinking that they have something to say ALL THE TIME!!! (this is only evidenced by myself lately in marathon rants, perhaps because the discussions wax inane and the one-liners ya clever monkeys tend to come up with fall like bodies from high-rises!)

My problem with linear thinking is, it makes the place boring and predictable. Isn't anyone else tired of uni-dimensional stick figures posing as people with a clue??

Yeah this is basicly unique way of communicating/sharing...it can be digital but I like to entertain the postal service workers. PM me your snail mail of your intersted in getting a something in the physical realm.

In reply to this comment by UsesProzac:
I want to play, Lann! I'm a doodler, though. I've had pen pals, before. Would this be similar?

If it ups my artistic factor at all, I was expelled from high school for a stick figure. I'm so subversive.

I want to play, Lann! I'm a doodler, though. I've had pen pals, before. Would this be similar?

If it ups my artistic factor at all, I was expelled from high school for a stick figure. I'm so subversive.

I guess if there are no more responses I'm stuck with some sort of pervy stick figure art...

>> ^TheFreak:
People like this are why I can't stand most artists. For every person who masters a medium and develops incredible skill you have a hundred people who just throw clay at a wall and let serendipity do their art for them.

>> ^MycroftHomlz:
^that's ignorant.


Although my experience is lacking in sculpture, this area of thought flows through many mediums. As a painter, and while at art school, I went through this same thing. I would separate it into three groups. Ones that can, Ones that can and have moved on and those who just can't.

Now I paint very realistically. Some like it and some don't. I've been told by some to just give up and become a photographer if I want that level of realism. I understand the opinion but don't agree. Some people get to a point and master a form and then feel the need to break it down and stray from the realism. It is hard to create good impressionism without first knowing your form.

At the same time, and I've seen up close, first hand. There were many people who were in school with me, who just couldn't draw and had no intent in learning because they just found it too hard. They spent a lot of time drawing stick figures and challenging others as to "what is art" they had the concept but no real talent or craft.

Those who can't master a skill, still enjoy and use the arena. Is it successful if no one buys it? I don't know, I just know what I like.

Fuck isms.


Thats the whole problem with every thing.

to many isms.

a list of isms

Image Depictions using Stick Figures to illustrate -isms.

I don't know how your artistic types do this kinda stuff, it boggles my mind. Even my stick figures look lame

I was in second grade. My friend Sonia and I were on the bus heading to school. She and I were drawing a stick figure family in the condensation on the window. When we pulled up to the school, I erased it with my sleeve. The bus driver saw me wiping something off the window and starts screaming at me how I was writing swear words. Sonia and I looked at each other, confused. I said, "We were just drawing stick figures."

I shouldn't have said anything because the bus driver started frothing at the mouth, literally. She got spittle all over my face when she told me to get my butt to the principal right now. She wrenched my arm and dragged me off the bus. My feet didn't even touch the steps down.

Debbie Versch was the assistant principal and when she heard I was accused of writing swear words on a bus window, she called my father. Didn't even ask me if it was true. Didn't even consult Sonia. She just immediately called my father and asked if she could paddle me. He said yes.

So she tries to get me to turn around and place my hands on the arm of a chair. I flat out told her no. I didn't do anything wrong. She says how can I prove that. I say prove that I did it! She started getting red in the face. How dare a second grader talk to her like that, I guess..

She grabs me by the arm. The arm the bus driver grabbed. I would find bruises all over my upper arm at home. She starts paddling the crap out of my upper legs. I am now furious, at this point. I turn around in a rage and grab the paddle out of her hands. I throw it in her waste basket so hard it spills over. I turn to her and say, "FUCK YOU. I didn't do any FUCKING THING WRONG." I kick her in the shin and I run out the door, out the front of the school and, because I only lived two streets away--which makes me wonder why I had to ride a bus to school anyway--I run home.

Now, the best part of this story happens years later. My mother and I do a lot of volunteer work with Rotary. Debbie Versch and my mother and I happened to be on the same committee for planning events with a local guardian's home for children. Debbie remembers me and studiously avoids me. After a few weeks of this, I go up to her. "You know, I never did write any swear words on that bus window. You paddled me for no reason. Funny how you claim to care so much about children when you were so eager to beat them." She at least had the courtesy to blush and mumble a mostly incoherent apology. Lame revenge, some would say, but it sure made me feel better about it.

1. I had an ex-boyfriend violently try to kill himself in front of me. It fucked me up and I dropped out of life for about four years. All my friends gave up on trying to get me out of my shell. As of right now, I have no physical friends aside from my family. I beat myself up about shutting everyone out so completely.

2. I also have an ex-boyfriend who is on death row and he's been there for 8 years. He killed some police officers and when they were fleeing, my friend Allen was gunned down.

3. I had a boyfriend who drowned in a lake. I don't like to call him an ex because we never broke up. He died. It's been almost ten years and I still go to his old LiveJournal and read all the entries and cry.

4. I had a terrifying experience in New Orleans when I was 16. It never showed itself to me, but made awful tapping noises all over my hotel room. Whenever I tried to wake up my parents, it would stop. I was so very very scared.. Even typing this now, I have to repress the urge to cry and turn on all my lights. I'm sweating. When I went to sleep that night, I curled against the headboard, with my back out towards the room. I woke up in the morning and took a hot shower and when I turned around, the hot water stung on my back. I looked at my back in the mirror and there were three long scratches spanning diagonally from the tops of my shoulders to my waist. Even though they had obviously bled and scabbed, there was no blood on my shirt or on the bra I had been wearing. That experience really fucked up my religious beliefs. I like to say that I'm a complete atheist, but whenever I say that, I think back to that night and I'm afraid of what an afterlife is and who or what exists in it.

5. I'm leaking breast milk all over my legs right now, but I'm ignoring the mess.

6. Mensa tried to recruit me as a little girl and it freaked me out. They sent so many letters and called to speak to me all the time. They tried to talk to me at school but I was convinced they were some kind of cult. Plus, they wanted me to spend my summer taking classes and doing homework. Crazy fuckers.

7. I had some rare kind of nerve cancer as a teenager and they cut the tumor from my chin when I was 16. The tumor and the consequent surgery left the lower part of my face numb and my lower lip a bit unresponsive. I drool on myself sometimes and when it's pointed out, I vehemently tell them I had cancer. It makes me laugh at how they scramble to apologize.

8. I used to be really into music and I've played with several bands, ranging from rock to jazz to blues to just jamming. I was really into it and I loved performing at dives and all the free beer. No one cards you when you're the band. But after my ex tried to kill himself, I fell out of that world, too. I regret that more than anything. I love music.. Now I just play for me and somehow it's not the same.

9. I play piano, clarinet, alto and soprano recorders[Hey, those are real instruments, too!], cello, violin, guitar, bass, any stringed instrument really, drum kit, hand drums, etc etc. I haven't really found an instrument I couldn't play. I like to sing a lot. My baby loves it when I sing. That pleases me greatly!! He's my number on fan.

10. I was expelled the last semester of my senior year from high school for doodling in my notebook a stick figure with a crude gun pointed at its head. It was accompanied by the sentence "I hate chemistry." The teacher walked by and saw it, seized it and dragged me to the principal. I was arrested for threatening students with a handgun. [My drawing wasn't specific, I mean, it could have been a sawed-off shotgun?? It was more of a sideways L..] I got 9 months of probation and had to get my diploma by correspondence. It was hilarious and fucked up all at the same time.

11. I had a neighbor freak out on cocaine and whatever else that guy was on. He came over and kept my roommates and I hostage and screamed at us about "sounding out" at night. He also put my roommate's Diamonda Galas CD on and played it full volume. That's what got the police there. Thank God for Diamonda's screeching voice or my other neighbor's wouldn't have called the cops. He also tried to strangle our cat. When the police finally busted down the back door, he was screaming about how he would kill us all. The cops took him to the ground and he told them he was the mayor and they would be fired. Heh.

12. I've been the victim of rape many times. I wonder sometimes if I have an aura that tells people it's ok to hurt me like that..

13. When my baby cried for almost 7 hours straight, I honestly contemplated smothering him. I feel evil because of that.

14. I had a college reading level by fourth grade and teachers would get upset that I wanted to read during recess. I read the same books as my mother and father and of course, some had "questionable" content. Whenever they confiscated one of my books, my dad would get royally pissed and scream at them over the phone. I still love to read. I read compulsively. I read all the labels of everything I buy just because. When I take a shit, if there's nothing to read, I read the back of the shampoo or whatever is close by. To my utter shame, I have read harlequin romance novels. I'll read anything within arms reach, even if it's utter shite. I really love a good book, though. Don't get me wrong!

15. I won a national short story contest for children when I was 12. The story was about a demon who disemboweled hapless victims during one cold winter night. I only really remember one part where the entrails steamed in the snow. What the fuck was wrong with those judges??

16. I talk way, way too much.

17. I have CPS involved in my life because I tested positive in my urine for marijuana when I went to the hospital to deliver my son. I hadn't smoked pot in almost six months. The CPS people call me a liar, but I'm not fucking lying. I read that pot can sometimes be detected up to 90 days after, but it had been twice that. Now I have to go to counseling twice a week for 6 months and they randomly drop by and drug test. They assess my whole house each time and write it up when I don't do the goddamn dishes. I hate CPS. Where were they when I was being abused as a child? Why didn't they care about rape and physical abuse? They ignored me when I begged for help..

18. I'm often way too candid.

19. I hold a grudge like a mother fucker. I try very very hard not to hate certain people. But I often fail.

20. I really love VideoSift. I used to be really into IRC. I have a long history of communicating and making friends over the internet. But the Sift is my favorite. I stopped for a long time and it was really hard not to come here and browse. I would find myself absent-mindedly typing the url. Oi.

21. I'm really into Facebook. It's the only way I talk to my estranged family and friends.

22. I love music, if you can't tell by the stuff I sift. Any and all types of music, except for bad music. Har har. Farhad's queue is one of my favorite places to peruse.

23. When I bare my soul to people, it never ever turns out right.

24. I tend to over-punctuate!!@!!!@1!!11!1!@!111one

25. I love to smile and be cheerful. I find humor in even the most dire of tragedies and I often get flack from that. People don't understand it, I guess.

What are you talking about? Statist and libertarian are the two parties? Are you mad? Republicans are not libertarians. Is this more of your revisionism? Disgusting rhetoric.

And, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to determine political advertisements and news commonly use fear to persuade audiences. Did you not see stick figures with blood shooting from their legs? Is this not a video that is stating, "if you stick with greedy corporations, you won't be covered and may die!"

No, you're right, certainly not fear politicking. My bad. Common sense has no place when partisan politics is being slung around like a monkey's feces.