Three Shamans (1992) by Jóska Soós, Hungarian táltos (~shaman) and painter.
One of the figures is female, the other is male, and the one in the middle is androgyne.
During his shamanizations Jóska could see light-sound beings. They are from another order of life forms, composed purely out of light and sound. They are present in the entire universe and they seem to be involved in the creation and maintenance of stars, solar systems, galaxies and so on.
Jóska’s paintings are an attempt to bring them onto canvas. White lines represent very bright, intense white light.
Very interesting indeed.
Leaving home and a country fair
I hear Tori read
and I think of those days
when cigarette smoke trail up to the skies
and everwise jades speak of candies that crumble
that make everything better. (if only for now)
I think of glittery Doc Martins crossed on the table
Of blood red lips
of vices,
strange little girls who knew what she shouldn’t
of shattered dreams
A grating voice that calls the little girl’s playings
SHIT.
I think of a confused teenager
a lost teenager who wrapped himself in plastic
(Don’t know where he is now, heard he’s fine)
I think of not knowing, of changing, of
masks upon masks, upon fear.
Who am I?
A question demanded over and over with no answer in sight.
Of a gift that was uncompromised.
Of pink and blue.
Text formatting.
HTML coding.
Javascript.
They’re never understand, will they?
They should.
It’ll turn out okay, teenager.
It’ll be all right, preteen.
There’s no smoke for you.
No Doc Martins.
But there are arrows.
There is home.
You won’t get it right all the time.
But you learn that’s okay.
OH GOD YES THIS.
What was also annoying was that if you wanted smutty gay fic, you most likely had to go to the “celebs” section on NIFTY.ORG OF ALL THINGS. Especially BEFORE LiveJournal existed.
And even worse was that there was no such thing as headers, so you just had to dive into a story and hope you weren’t traumatized for life.
You haven’t lived until you’ve sat up for 20 straight hours on dial-up scouring Nifty and Yahoo and ASKJEEVES (dear god) for smutty gay slash while your Mom keeps popping in and out of the room demanding to know what you’re doing and you have to keep a decoy browser window open with your Hotmail account in it.
THAT WAS PAIN.
BACK IN MY DAY.
Who is that cheerful man with the adorably double-braided beard and why is he dressed up as a Japanese schoolgirl? Kotaku’s Brian Ashcraft has the scoop: This is Hideaki Kobayashi and he’s known (and rightfully so) as “Sailor Suit Old Man.”
Recently, Japanese sites and Twitter users in Tokyo have spotted an old guy dressed in a sailor style school uniform—a truly unusual sight to behold. People were amused. People were baffled. What the hell was going on?!
Japanese site IT Media met Kobayashi and asked him the question on everyone’s mind: Why do you dress like a Japanese schoolgirl?
“That’s a difficult question,” said Kobayashi. “It’s not really something I’ve thought too deeply about. Hrm. I guess it’s because sailor suits look good on me?”
We hope Mr. Kobayashi has some inkling of just how awesome he is. We can’t stop smiling as we look at these photos. Head over to Kotaku to learn more about “Sailor Suit Old Man,” our new hero of Japanese weirdness.
