In The Heart Of The Whale (An Attempt to Rob a Mother Of Her Newly Born, 1947)

Based on a True Story

St. Paul, Minnesota is a city along the banks of the rich river called the Mississippi, the river originates, lays sleeping almost in upper Minnesota, and runs the length of the country, downward to St. Louis, and onto New Orleans, and into the Gulf of Mexico, this is where I was born, in the heartland of the Midwest, you could say. It carries a tremendous amount of water, and its tributaries are countless. But this sketch, or story is not about the Mississippi or even myself, all that much, but about a failed attempt, situation, to robe a mother of her infant child, her newly born; the year is 1947, complete date: October seventh, the location: within the city of St. Paul, in the heart of the city, at a well know Hospital, it is early morning, Indian Summer as they say, autumn leaves are all about, mostly the colors of a dim rainbow. The cornfields outside the city are bare, and the air is cool, a woman is brought into the hospital the evening before she will give birth to a living child, she is unwed, living in the poverty area of the city, on a street called Igelheart, her name is Elsie.

“Bring her into the labor room,” says a nurse, “I’ll see to her soon.”

There are several other women in there about to have babies also, one who was having a hard labor the past two days this is going on her third day (she will endure labor for thirty-six hours), her name is Isabella, she smiles at Elsie, quite possible they could have been friends, but it will not work out that way, her child will die in the morning and the nurses will try to obliterate all traces of the stay, change a few things, but I’m getting ahead of my story.

Isabella did talk to Elsie, in broken English, and mostly Polish, she was seventeen years old, spoke little English, and Elsie, was of Russian and Polish roots also, and spoke a little Polish, or at least understood a little, and spoke good English. Many families back then came over from the Baltic area of Europe, to America, especially during and prior to World War One (for there was much famine and the uproot of war seeped throughout the land and it promised to be a long and dreary war, and so forth), and their families (both Isabella and Elsie’s) extended families, were part of this group, this legacy, and in the case of Isabella, they, her family, could hardly speak any English so she became part of this inheritance, as it was for Elsie’s mother and father, and thus this was the case at hand, and when they came into the hospital, there was bilingual Polish nurses to assist if need be.

Elsie was twenty-seven years old at the time, had one son, Michael, he was two years beyond this new birth to be, and she had just started working at ‘Swifts & Co.,’ as a meatpacker, in the bacon department, she’d work there for twenty-two years before they’d close the place down. Her pregnancy and labor was going along fine.

She was unwed (as I had previously mentioned), and had been dating two men at the same time, matter-of-fact, they were both friends of one another, but unaware of this, and of course back in those far-off days, it was considered a deeper sin, should a woman on any one occasion do such a thing, whereas, it was normal for a man to do this on a weekly bases, and of course for the man, he did it without shame, sin, or even an ounce of regret, matter-of-fact, he did it with fireworks, bragged about it at the bars, and got a standing applause from his audience.

Well, the nurse that had Elsie brought into the labor room, gave her history to the rest of the nurses, and without an ounce of information missing, it would suffice to say, she was the talk of the ward, and the unwed mother, now slave to her sins, her reputation was flooding about, no more skeletons in the closet you might say.

Her father was working, a painter and restaurant owner, but a few of her sisters were there present, the rest would come later-there were five living children, out of eight, three had died-two waiting in the waiting room, near the labor room. Elsie had not started dilating yet, no contractions, but Isabella was getting them, had been getting them, and then she’d stop, it was a long ordeal for her, the nurse had told the doctor they may have to considerer an incision, a cesarean to bring the infant out, lest the woman die from child birth, she was exhausted to the point her breathing was dim at best.

Most of what you are hearing, would be silent, or at best, chopping news, if not sporadically given to Elsie’s son, Dennis, some fifty years later down the road of life, which would have been no big thing-for what is not know, how then can it make a big difference, and so it all was and had to be quit down back in 1947, it was priceless information and best for it to be forgotten, on the other hand priceless information seeps out often times does it not, if not directly, by osmosis, and perhaps Isabella would never know the truth of the whole matter, and surely would not have agreed with it I do believe. In any case, she could not even read a word of English, a home-made mama, you might say; but the nurses chose her to inherit the rising new child nevertheless, yet to be born; perhaps the nurses intentions were good, meant to be good, for there was no gain for them per se, in that they wanted the child to have a complete parenthood, no fatherlessness involved for the child, a father and mother made better sense perhaps, and since Elsie already had a child, well, it might be better for her, you know, raising one vs. two, to give up the child, unknowingly give up the child, but again, if you do not know, then you are unaware of the crime in progress, and times were not easy for a man, let alone a woman. And so I repeat myself, perhaps the nurses had these intentions, although unethical for their professions; and at this juncture, let me add the doctor in to this little crime scene developing: least he escape unharmed, and that would be my crime to the nurses.

It was now about 3:00 AM, and they brought Isabella and Elsie into one big room, a divided room only by a moveable cloth divider, the doctor was busy with Isabella, her contractions had worsened, and she was dilated to nine-in other words, about to have the child, her water had busted hours beforehand, and Elsie had dilated to seven, and her water had busted right after Isabella’s. They were both on their way to being mothers. Isabella’s husband was out in the waiting room, with Elsie’s sisters, there were three of them now, Betty, Anne, and Rose, and her brother Wally, the one she did so many things with when she was young, chumming about like Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn.

Indeed, it was time for Isabella to have the child naturally or to have it induced, a trying labor she was having, and she looked it, in that she was pale, dark rims around her eyes, her hair matted like a thorn bush, but she was alive, and the baby was coming out, she was pushing, pushing, pushing, Elsie could hear her cries, as for the child there was no movement in its limbs, the eyelids, nothing at all of the child moved impulsively-it came out quiet, too quiet-dead quiet! But the nurses hushed it up, smiled at Isabella, and scooted off with the baby to another bed.

The nurses looked at one another, the doctor stood silent, one nurse whispered something in his ear (cleaning the baby, spanking it, it making no cry, Elsie noticed the silence, waited for the cry, the cry that never came), and he nodded ‘ok’ to the nurses, and they moved Isabella quickly out of the room into a private room, now Elsie was alone, except for the child in the third bed in the room, and the dead child remained in that bed, behind the curtained divider, and the doctor went over to Elsie, it was now 4:00 AM, not many people on the ward, and those who were, were half asleep, that is, except for the crew in Elsie’s room.

Now Elsie was at nine, and she was pushing, pushing she knew how to do it the second time better, she needed no advise from the nurses, she also knew they didn’t care for unwed mothers, and hence, the child passed through without much trouble. A nurse grabbed the infant as Elsie closed her eyes for a moment, but just a moment, but that was after she saw the child was breathing, what color it was, a few other things-then when she opened them, she waited for the child’s cry that oh so beautiful first cry in life, the cry that says ‘I am here,’ perhaps God himself, put that first cry into the child’s heart when it was surrounded by water inside the womb of the woman, as if in the heart of a whale, protected from all the harms and hindrances of the outside world, it was to be a reminder to the mother the child has arrived alive, so the child was out of the belly of the whole now; the nurse had gone behind the other curtain, exchanged the babies, the live one for the dead one, consequently, to exchange them with the mothers. Elsie saw the nurse’s back end step behind the curtain, screamed, “Where is my baby, bring him here immediately?” she even knew it was a boy.

The nurse now stood silent with both children, one in her hands, the live one, the dead one laying on the bed, wrapped up in a thin white blanket, actually they both looked pretty much like one another, like two same chickens, raw and reddish in color, except one had gotten a bit pale. She put down the live child, picked up the dead one, went out to Elsie, to tell her, her child was stillborn-dead, the nurse stood to the back of the bed, about to make her deadly implication, only to hear the words:

“Bring my child to me now!” demanded Elsie.

“Wait a minute, Elsie, he’s being cleaned up, I, I’ll get him for you in a moment.” Said the nurse, bewildered.

And it was just a moment, when she brought the living child back to her, and Elsie held it tight. It can only be conjectured, to give a solid reason that is, why the nurse turned her heart from one mother back to its original, we will never quite know the true reason of it, at least not in this world anyhow, but I can modestly say, I think the child’s Guardian Angel, was already hard at work, as was Satan’s dark intruding demons. And that my reading friends, is how I came into this world.

Notes on this Story, story based on fact: written 5-28-2008; information gathered over the years from Elsie, and given to her son, and from that this story was constructed, not all details are exact, some conjectures added, that seemed only logical or possible for the time and situation, and where there was no other place to take the story. Isabella is a fictitious name; although the mother did endure having a dead child, and the child was about to be presented to Elsie, Elsie knew the dead one in her arms was dead, horrified the nurse was about to say what she had planned to say, when she went to get the live one, the trauma was over. Of course this happening was hushed up by the hospital, nurses, and even Elsie for almost a half century, today it is not. But she didn’t die, having it untold; and I thank her for her bold actions. It was a time when perhaps such things happened, and justified for a variety of reasons, perhaps under the seal of humanity’s personal God. I do not mention the hospitals name, not that I fear of or for reprisals, it is easy enough to figure out where I was born for the curious reader, but because at 60-years old, I do not care to point fingers, I just hope they have more ethical nurses there now.

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Source by Dennis Siluk Dr.h.c.

Long-Distance Cross-Culture Relationship Advice

Lindsey and Juo met while Lindsey was studying abroad at Ewah Woman’s University in Seoul, South Korea back in 2015. She was there to study for a full year when out of nowhere Juo sent her a message on Instagram. Lindsey was hesitant at first but decided it would be a great way to make a friend in Korea. After a few times of casual friend dates, Juo asked Lindsey to be his girlfriend on his birthday in November or 2015. Since Lindsey returned to the US in June 2016, they have been in a long-distance relationship with Lindsey living in Florida and Juo living in South Korea. They get to see each other every 4 months for 2 months at a time. Giving their full effort in the relationship and using the distance to make their hearts grow fonder. Lindsey and Juo will both graduate from college this December and Lindsey plans on moving back to Korea in July of 2018 after applying to be an English teacher there.

Questions to Her

On Our first date…

I honestly kept thinking of all the things that could happen… with the worst-case scenario being a scene straight out of the movie “Taken”. He made the journey to my campus and waited patiently for me with flowers and heartfelt letter in hand. We grabbed lunch, tried to talk- but the nerves got the best of us, and then we went shopping for a winter coat since I had no idea how to prepare for the winter after spending my entire life in Florida.

During the first months of dating my deal-breaker would be…

any sort of lying. If you are not truthful in the early stages of our relationship, that is means for instability later on. The other (silly) thing for me would be eating with your mouth open… that has always just been a pet peeve of mine.

I learned He is right for me when…

He told me that he would always take care of me and that no matter how long it takes he’ll wait for the day that we can be together. His dedication sealed the deal.

I had culture shock moment when…

we decided to wear a couple outfit for the first time! In America, it’s not popular for couples to show off each other like that by wearing matching clothes, so when we did it I thought it was so interesting but I LOVED it at the same time. Now, I feel like Juo and I are matching some part of our outfits more often than not and we both enjoy that!

3 things I love about Him are…

the way he cares about me. He always asks me if I have eaten or how my sleep was. He offers me his coat when its cold or his shoulder when I’m feeling tired. For example, we were going home on the subway one night after a long day and Juo had taken the moment to use his jacket to cover my legs so I could sit comfortably in my skirt while resting my head on his shoulder.

Second thing is that he understands me. He takes the time to listen and hear what I’m saying. He’ll listen to me vent and then tell me everything’s OK and to let it go. He doesn’t let our language difference stand in the way. If he needs more explaining he’ll ask and does not ever say never mind or give up and to me that’s important.

Third, he gives his all to our relationship. He always thinks about our future and openly talks about it. He is comfortable around me and shows me his love continuously. There has never been a moment where I couldn’t feel his true mind or intentions. For example, one recent topic we have been stuck on is the idea of adopting a dog or cat when I move to Korea. It might seem like a simple topic but it really is planning a part of our future and wanting to grow together.

The biggest misconception about his country and culture was…

the idea that Korean guys in Korea would never see a relationship with a foreigner as a real one. I was always told to be cautious and that they may only see you as an easy target or a fun experience to brag to their friends about.

The most beautiful things he ever did for me was…

Make a personalized photo book of all of our memories from our first year together. As a one-year gift to me, Juo created a huge book filled with picture after picture of all of the things we had done together. He had dates written on all the pages and little captions for each photo. I couldn’t believe he had made something like that and to me, it was the most special thing I have ever received because I could see all the time and love he had put into it. It is something I will cherish forever.

Second thing was that he proudly waited for me at the airport with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers I have ever seen and we both fought back tears as we hugged each other for the first time in months. Seeing the love of your life standing there waiting for you with the biggest smile on their face is one of the best moments anyone in a long distance relationship can experience. Those moments are priceless.

During this relationship, the most important thing I learned about myself was…

that I can be patient and I can say that I learned what it meant to show love in ways beyond physical actions. Love can be seen in the words you say to each other and the effort you give every day. I know distance is only an issue in a relationship if you make it one. I have become such a patient person and I now understand that waiting is only part of our journey. Juo and I are in this for the long run and if it means waiting months on end then so be it. Honestly, it was a skill that I lacked in the past but this relationship has changed that.

If there is a piece of advice I could give to my fellow Western girlfriends who are into the AMWF relationships that would be…

to be yourself without limitations. There is never a limit on how much you can learn about another person’s culture. There is never a limit on becoming a better version of yourself without changing who you are. Finally, there will never be a limit on who you find love and a connection with. Know it’s OK to embrace those with different races, ethnicities, religions, and cultures because no one says you have to find love within someone or something familiar.

Questions to Him

Asking her out for the first time was…

exciting. I saw her for the first time on Instagram and thought she was so beautiful so I had to send her a message. After talking together for a while I couldn’t wait to meet her in person so, I just got my courage together and asked!

I learned She is right for me when…

She told me she would love me forever. Some people think that’s easy to say but to me, that is something so special because I can really feel her mind. Also, she always knows how to surprise me. For example, she would send me letters in the mail without reason and fill them with our photos. She always writes me a sweet message inside too.

I had culture shock when…

she told me there was not really a public transport system in Florida. She said there was no subway or big bus system and I was shocked! After I visited her in Florida for the first time I understood later that most people used cars so there was no need for public transport.

3 things I love about her are

She loves me unconditionally. I’ve never felt this kind of love before and it makes me feel special. No matter what, I know she’ll be by my side and I’ll absolutely do the same for her.

She’s always thinking about me. Recently she told me that whenever she is talking about me or thinking about me she’ll touch our couple ring that we wear. I feel like we share our feelings. If I’m happy I can share that happiness with her. If she’s sad I can understand her sadness and do my best to make her happy. She understands me, she makes me happy, she’s beautiful… how can I not love her? Sometimes I still can’t believe she is my girlfriend!

The biggest misconception about her country and culture was…

that I thought their eating habits would be similar to the ones I saw in movies and TV shows. I thought when I went to America I would see everyone eating fast food or frozen dinners every day, but that wasn’t true. I will say I do think eating out is definitely more popular there than in Korea but it is not what the movies make it seem like.

The things that She likes to do for fun with me…

are traveling and talking! We are obsessed with traveling and making memories across the globe. Every time we are together we always plan a trip. Our first trip together was to Tokyo, Japan in 2016! These days we are already planning our next trip for when I go to visit her in the US. With her, there is never a dull moment. Whenever we video chat or call or message we are always laughing about something or making each other smile.

During this relationship the most important thing I learned about myself was…

the need to understand. After being with Lindsey for almost 2 years, I have become better at understanding and listening. Even though she is American and I am Korean I realized that doesn’t play a role in our ability to understand each other. I feel like we know each other better because we both are interested in each other’s culture.

If there is a piece of advice I could give to my fellow Asian friends who are into the AMWF relationships that would be…

that if you are in long-distance now or would like to have a relationship with someone from a different country in the future I will just tell you not to give up! If you guys can’t stay together now, you have to show all your love and feelings for that person. Talk about your future. Get to know where you both want to be in the future and plan for that. It will keep you both excited and sets a goal for you all to reach.

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Makler Heidelberg

Source by Anna Reco

8 Benefits Of Watching Anime for You

Although you can benefit from watching all types of video content out there, there is something special about anime. In this article, we are going to take a look at some common benefits of watching anime. Read on to find out more.

1. Learning Unexpected Things

First, if you watch an anime, you can learn about the lives of people who belong to certain groups, such as arms dealers. You get to see how they travel from one part of the world to the other, hire bodyguards and face dangerous situations.

Similarly, some TV series help you learn about certain types of mental conditions, such as PTSD. If you pay close attention, you get to learn something valuable, interesting, and useful from anime.

2. Learning about Japanese Culture

Watching anime, such as One Piece, can help you get familiar with Japanese culture. After all, anime is made in Japanese. Therefore, it helps you get a deeper insight into the lives of Japanese people.

3. Learning about Japanese Food

While watching Japanese TV series, you learn about Japanese food as well. One of the most popular Japanese foods is Melon bread.

4. Learning Real-Life Lessons

Excess of everything is bad. And the same is true about arrogance as well. In this process, you end up killing your self-esteem. As a matter of fact, if you bully others, you may face a lot of complications in your life.

For instance, if you be unthankful to your parents, you will regret your behavior someday. Regardless of which anime you go for, you will learn something from it. Even if you choose a comedy series, you will learn several lessons from it.

5. Learning about Relationships

It’s true that most anime relationships are not realistic. There is no doubt about that. However, the real ones can help you learn a lot about the tragedy, pains, hardships, and benefits of having a relationship. Based on the anime, you can face all the hardships in your life.

6. Learning about Teamwork

Some anime series can help you learn about teamwork. For instance, they can help you learn the importance of practice, goal setting, and hard work. Similarly, they can help you struggle so you can turn your dreams into reality.

Unlike movies, anime teaches you a lot of life lessons because of the topics and genres it covers.

7. Learning about the Negativity

If you watch Elfen Lied, for instance, you can take a look at the ugly side of the nature of humans, such as violence, rape, and child abuse, just to name a few.

8. Learning about Communication

Communication is an art. Therefore, if you don’t know how to communicate well, you will not be able to avoid misunderstandings in real life. Friction happens when two people don’t understand each other.

Long story short, these are some of the most prominent benefits of watching anime. If you have not watched any anime series yet, we suggest that do it now.

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Source by Nigunim Stark

Read Boy Skirt Manga Comic Free

Manga websites provide you all the new Manga Comics and Animations edition online. It is the most efficient way to read Manga for free and give options to download. The Internet is huge and contains a large data which consists all type of content. From movies, songs, books, videos all things are available on it. The content can be easily accessed and is available to be downloaded.

Most of it for free although the paid services are there, free websites are popular among citizens. If you are a Manga comics fan and looking for the best Manga Websites which will let you explore all the famous series of all the episodes and versions for free, we bring you the top list of Manga Websites. It also contains all the latest updates and recently released chapters.

The Manga is influenced by Japanese culture and contains many elements of popular culture. In Europe and North America, it has a large fanbase. Some of the Manga Graphic Novels are translated into the English language for the ease of the user.

What is Manga?

Manga is a Japanese word that literally translates to pictures or cartoons. It is comics originating in Japan and is popular worldwide. Various Manga graphic novels are published in Japan in different types of genres like Action, Romance, Thriller, Crime, Sports, Drama, Science Fiction, and many others. It has its own type of art form that includes the type of animation, characters, drawing style etc. Manga industry is largely due to its popularity in Japan and outside Japan. The unique expression style and strong storyline keep the audience and reader engaged and enjoy the time.

Manga is published in series and each series consists of various parts. Some of these graphic novels are translated into anime series and is available to watch online on many portals. Anime series like Naruto, Dragon Ball Z, and many others are taken from Manga.

Boy Skirt summary: On his first day of high school, Yuuya Ochi is shocked to discover that the girl sitting in front of him in class is actually a guy named Shigemitsu Izumi. Unable to simply ignore it like the other guys in class, Yuuya can’t stop thinking about Izumi and wonders if he’s actually a girl, especially after Yuuya sees Izumi waving to a good-looking guy who he suspects is Izumi’s boyfriend. Intent to find out more about who Izumi really is, Yuuya follows him after school, only to end up being dropkicked by him over a misunderstanding. Izumi later tells Yuuya that he started cross-dressing to put his twin sister Yurika at ease, who is extremely afraid of guys. However, Izumi confides in Yuuya that he has one other reason why he cross-dresses, something Izumi has never told anyone else.

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Source by Tham Nguyen

Introduction to Japanese Anime

“Whatever is happening now, it always has got to do something from the past.”

The history of anime is notably broad, yes, and it will take hundreds of pages if I will make a chapter about it. I could, but it will take a year or more for me to compile it. My primary focus is not to present a chronological dissertation of anime history in its broadened sense, since it is, as I said, broad. But it is part of my cause to present to you, the readers, a simplified presentation of the anime history. So in this article, my cause is to give a simplified yet awakening view for us Christians about anime and its history. Knowing the history, of course, will not make us ignorant of today’s sophistication. Furthermore, as Christians, it is important for us to know or to trace back the roots before we jump into temptations of any kind.

To begin with, the word “anime” is primarily based on the original Japanese pronunciation of the American word “animation.” It is the style of animation in Japan. The Urban dictionary defines it stereotypically as: the anime style is characters with proportionally large eyes and hair styles and colors that are very colorful and exotic. The plots range from very immature (kiddy stuff), through teenage level, to mature (violence, content, and thick plot). It is also important to note that American cartoons and Japanese animes are different. The storyline of an anime is more complex while that of a cartoon is simpler. While cartoons are intended for kids, anime, on the other hand, is more intended for the adult viewers.

Although the creation of anime was basically due to the influence of the Western countries that began at the start of 20th century (when Japanese filmmakers experimented with the animation techniques that were being explored in the West) it was also inspired by the production of manga (comic) that was already present in Japan even before the production of anime.

Around the beginning of the 13th century, there were already pictures of the afterlife and animals appearing on temple walls in Japan (most of them are similar to modern manga). At the start of 1600’s, pictures were not drawn on temples any longer but on wood blocks, known as Edo. Subjects in Edo arts were less religious and were often geographically erotic. Noting this, without a doubt, it gave me this insight:

“The explicit presentations of manga, that would later influence the industry of anime, were already existent in the 13th century. That’s hundreds of years before anime emerged into view!”

Now it shouldn’t be too surprising, right? There are many mangas (also known as comics) of these days that are too vulgar and explicit and if not, there will be at least one character in her showy appearance. I’m not saying that all mangas are full of nudities, if that’s what you’re thinking by now. But rather, this exploitation of eroticism (or at least a hint of amorousness) on mangas is not actually new. They already existed even before the World War I and II. They, however, advanced into something else. Manga, to a great extent, is a factor as to how and why anime existed. In fact, most animes and live actions are adaptations of mangas or comics.

Japanese cartoonists already experimented with different style of animation as early as 1914, but the glorious growth of anime nonetheless began shortly after the Second World War where Kitayama Seitaro, Oten Shimokawa, and Osamu Tezuka were pioneering as then notable Japanese animators. Among the pioneering animators during that time, it was Osamu Tezuka who gained the most credits and was later known as “the god of comics.”

Osamu Tezuka was best known in his work “Astro Boy (Tetsuwan Atomu)” the first robot boy with an atomic heart who had wished to be a real boy. His works were notable and his style of animation contributed a lot in the production of Japanese anime, such as large and rounded eyes. Tezuka’s works did not only focus to entertain young viewers but he also conceived and initiated the creation of Animerama. It is a series of thematically-related adult anime feature films made at his Mushi Production studio from the late 1960’s to early 1970’s. Animerama is a trilogy consisting of three films: A Thousand & One Nights, Cleopatra, and Belladona. The first, A Thousand & One Nights, was the first erotic animated film conceived by Osamu Tezuka, the god of comics.

Although anime made its way, it was only in the 1980’s that anime was fully accepted in the mainstream of Japan. Since then, more and more genres emerged into being. From slice of life, drama, mechas, tragic, adventure, science fiction, romance, ecchi, shounen-ai, shoujo and a lot more of genres. While most of the anime shows shifted from more superhero-oriented, fantastical plots to somewhat more realistic space operas with increasingly complex plots and fuzzier definitions of right and wrong-in short, anime in its broadened sense is simply complicated.

Additionally, later during the boomed experience of Japanese animation, a new medium was then developed for anime: the OVA (Original Video Animation). These OVAs were direct-to-home-video series or movies that catered to much smaller audiences. The OVA was also responsible for allowing the first full-blown anime pornography.

As Japanese animation further gained more audience and acceptance throughout the world, a subculture in Japan, who later called themselves “otaku”, began to develop around animation magazines such as Animage or later NewType. These magazines became known in respond to the overwhelming fandom that developed around shows such as Yamato and Gundam in the late 1970’s and early 1980’s and during this period the mecha genres were prominent.

It all started from ancient paintings, wood block arts, artistic depiction of life, nature, and animals as early as the 13th century. Until these, nonetheless, evolved into moving frames when different experimentations of mangas and animation were made in the pre and post-wars era.

Even as early as 13th century, mangas on wooden blocks, known as Edo, were already existent not only for the sake of art but it was there I believe as a medium of entertainment… a form of art and entertainment that would gradually evolved in time.

In conclusion, the history of anime was broad in its sense and this article has not presented all of it. But the point is, we must know that anime itself carries a lot of genres and motives that can be alarming more than we can imagine.

As Christians, we should really consider the motives of the heart of the creators or the animators. We should do a background check and if we are convicted to stop watching a certain anime, let’s not take it for granted.

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Source by Jenine U Silos

Is Using a Live Model or a Photo Reference Best When Drawing Portraits?

Before the invention of photography artists always had their subjects model for them in order to draw or paint their portraits. This practice is very deep in the tradition of portraiture. Of course, after photography became available artists’ options for creating portraits were expanded. This included using photography as the final medium, as well as a tool to help create drawings or paintings without having the subject model for the artist in the studio. Today, many artists choose to use a combination of both approaches when doing portraits. There are also artists that use only on form or the other for various reasons. Each approach has pros and cons that will be discussed in this article.

Using a Live Model

Many artists will tell you that this is still the best way to create a portrait. It certainly has the most weight as far as tradition is concerned. It has been tried and tested through hundreds of years of practice. And in many ways, I think this is the most rewarding approach. It’s very interactive, and the resulting portrait will capture the dynamics of the relationship between the model and the artist. There are some intangible qualities that this approach offers which are not possible using a photograph. From a technical standpoint, the values will be more precise and the artist will be able to see very subtle differences in the shading and highlights that are sometimes lost in a photograph. Of course, I’m not saying that these subtleties cannot be maintained by a good photographer. However, most average photographs lose those qualities to some extent. Similarly, a lot of smaller details can easily be lost in photo references. Small details in jewelry, for example, may be visible in person, but may not be able to be distinguished in a photo. Again, photographers that use larger negatives or more high-definition digital cameras can get good detail. But,chances are, if you are going to those ends to achieve that level of quality you probably should just be using photography as your final medium.

There are drawbacks to drawing from a live model though. First, it takes a lot more skill to draw from a live model. You are creating a two-dimensional image from a three-dimensional image. With practice, both can be done with equal effort, but for a beginner drawing from photographs is an easier way to begin. Also, models have to sit for extended periods of time. No matter how still the model attempts to be he/she will eventually change position. The longer they sit, the more drastic those changes will be. A good artist will be able to incorporate those differences into the portrait, but I have seen many novice artists really struggle with moving models. The other drawback to live modelling is the convenience factor. Long periods of time have to be set aside (usually more than once) to work on the portrait. These times have to be coordinated between the artist and the sitter. When just practicing this is usually not a big deal, but if you are trying to make a living drawing portraits it decreases your flexibility with your business hours and can become extra hard when you and your client live in different places.

Using Photo References

Just as many artists prefer to use only live models, others use photographs only as a basis for their portrait references. The benefits of using photos are directly related to the drawbacks of using a live model. Photos allow the artist to really analyze a person’s face (or figure) without making the subject uncomfortable. While professional figure models may be used to classes of art students staring intensely at them for hours straight, many would-be portrait clients may feel a little uneasy with that. However, in order for the artist to get an accurate rendering he/she must look closely. Photographs also allow for the artist to draw the subject without the worry of positioning changes. And, of course, it doesn’t require the subject to be present. This may be something that is important to either the subject and/or the artist.

The primary drawbacks to using photo references were listed in the above section. The most critical issue I have noticed about artists who work only from photographs is that the resulting drawings tend to be very flat and lifeless. This isn’t always true, and it can be overcome by an artist who has also done a lot of drawings from live models. But it is easy to become too analytical and “stiff” when working from photos. I wouldn’t recommend it as your only approach. If you choose to do most of your portraits by photo reference I would at least keep brushed up on figure drawing skills at a local figure drawing class with a live model from time to time.

So What’s the Verdict?

My professional opinion is that portrait artists should find a way to use both techniques to some extent. Many artists today will arrange one sitting with the sitter to get some live sketches down. They will use the same sitting to take some reference photos to use to finish the portrait. This seems to work very well with a lot of people. It allows you to get the best of both methods.

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Source by Trevor Lee Ledford

The Dehumanization of Art – Ortega Y Gasset’s Pernicious Theory of Art

Because I have admired the Spanish philosopher and art critic Jose Ortega y Gasset (1883 – 1955) for many years, I have been reluctant to review any of his books. His writing style offers a peculiar angle of vision about culture, philosophy, and art. As a result for years I’ve been a consumer, always taking from his work and never giving anything back.

But now it’s time to give something back. So, here are some very personal likes and dislikes.

Ortega’s title of the book -The Dehumanization of Art- is now a constant in music, literature, aesthetics, and philosophy, having come to mean that in post-modern times human-shaped mimesis (representation of the human) is irrelevant to art.

According to Ortega, the arts don’t have to tell a human story; art should be concerned with its own forms-and not with the human form. The essay, divided into 13 subsections, was originally published in 1925; in these brief sections Ortega discussed the newness of nonrepresentational art and sought to make it more understandable to a public much benumbed with the traditional forms of art.

A search for the substance of traditional art

In the first section entitled, “Unpopularity of the New Art,” Ortega draws from his political credo which one can say it is elitist, aristocratic, and anti-popular. His analysis concludes with the belief that some people are better than others; that some are superior to others: “Behind all contemporary life lurks the provoking and profound injustice of the assumption that men are actually created equal.”

That unbending political point of view colors his aestheticism.

The masses, he holds, will never understand the “new art” that was emerging with Debussy and Stravinsky (music), Pirandello (theater), and Mallarme (poetry). A lack of understanding will mobilize the masses -a term that Ortega uses frequently to refer to the common people- to dislike and reject the new art. Therefore, the new art will be the art for the illustrious, the educated, and the few.

To bring that kind of divisive tool -the few versus the many, aristocrats versus democrats- into the arts seems not only narrow minded, but also disingenuous. Yet my main objection to Ortega’s analysis and conclusions is more fundamental. In my estimation, ‘understanding’ in the arts is of secondary importance. The arts are created by humans to reach out and touch other humans by means of appeals to their passions and emotions-through their senses.

When I was 14 years old, by accident, I heard a musical composition that was so different and strange to my young ears that prompted me to call the radio station to find out about that piece. It was Appalachian Spring, a ballet composition by Aaron Copland. What 14-year old boy from the Andes (Peru) can be familiar with ballet or Aaron Copland to even begin to understand the composition? Yet, I liked it. And that is all that mattered to me.

Understanding that piece of music, or even knowing the name of the composer, was as far away from my mind as was Einstein’s theory of relativity, since I had no idea who Einstein was either. Delight, enjoyment, and rapture one feels without expressed understanding.

By extolling the new forms and promoting the vanguard artists and their efforts to produce non-traditional art, Ortega’s book had a significant influence in the rejection of realism and romanticism. So seductive and convincing was Ortega’s prose that many artists and critics began to equate both realism and romanticism with vulgarity.

To allow a brilliant writer to exert so much authority should be a sin. For years Ortega’s authority has bothered me. Yet, despite that inner annoyance, my respect for the man’s writings inhibited me from protesting. So, by stripping Ortega’s dazzling prose of its seduction -by “bracketing” and performing a phenomenologist reduction- we can see it in its own nakedness for what it is: an elitist and harmful point of view.

People should never be made ashamed of their taste, likes, and dislikes in art. We should enjoy that touch of aesthetic delight whether it comes from primitive, Greek, Gothic, Romanesque, Baroque, realism, or romanticism, surrealism, or any period or movement.

Ortega advocates the ‘objective purity’ of observed reality

Following Plato’s division of reality into the forms (universals) and their simulacra, Ortega invents his own corresponding terms: ‘observed reality’ and ‘lived reality.’

The representation of real things (lived reality) – man, house, mountain- Ortega calls “aesthetic frauds.” Ortega totally dislikes objects be they man-made or natural: “A good deal of what I have called dehumanization and disgust for living forms is inspired by just such an aversion against the traditional interpretation of realities.”

In contrast, the representation of ideas (observed reality) is what he views as the true art. Therefore, he praises the new art as the destroyer of semblance, resemblance, likeness, or mimesis. In that destruction of the old human forms of art lies Ortega’s “dehumanization.”

Yet one must recall that more that more than 2500 years ago, the pre-Socratic philosopher Protagoras said, “Man is the measure of all things: of things which are, that they are, and of things which are not, that they are not.” Ortega’s will to “dehumanize” art will always run head on against Protagoras’ wall. Art by definition – anything that is man-made- is profoundly human and cannot be otherwise, Ortega notwithstanding.

Even in the stark canvases of painters such as Mark Rothko one feels the artist’s humanity in search of the human soul through color and luminosity. Even in the random drippings of Jackson Pollock’s works one can sense man’s struggle for freedom. And what is freedom but a human aspiration?


Whenever I look at the shapes of primitive African art, the Paleolithic images of animals in the caves of Lascaux, or even the colorful and balanced grids of Mondrian-I’m in awe of the human spirit. And at such times I feel that labels, signs, markings, and explanations and descriptions (theories) are totally unnecessary.

What we need are theories of art that can unite people rather than divide them. Ortega’s “dehumanization” is a toxic theory not because it advocates a detestable elitism, but because it attempts to deny the pleasures of art to the common people.

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Makler Heidelberg

Source by Marciano Guerrero

The Secret Legacy Behind "Buy Term and Invest the Difference"

In 1965, A.L. Williams died of a heart attack. He had a whole life policy, but it left the remaining Williams clan underinsured. This left an impression on his son, Art L. Williams, Jr, whose cousin later introduced him to the concept of term life insurance, which was relatively unknown at the time and provided much more in face value at cheaper rates.

Fueled by the financial hardship his family had endured, Art launched himself into an ambassadorship of term life with an almost religious fervor. He coined the phrase “Buy term and invest the difference”, BTID for short, launched a new company on the concept, had some 200k agents under his umbrella, and the rest is history.

Or is it?

Some 40 years later, a study published in the May 2015 issue of Journal of Financial Service Professionals indicates that Williams’s grand experiment had unintended consequences for families. “People don’t buy term and invest the difference”, said David F. Babbel, the study’s co-author. “They most likely rent the term, lapse it, and spend the difference”, leaving many families uninsured instead of simply underinsured when a loved one passes.

Even the small percentage of people who do fully execute Art’s advice and invest the difference may invest emotionally in the market by buying high and selling low, or buy managed investments without realizing the potential impact of associated fees to their nest egg. People who think they are playing it safe by overfunding a 401k beyond the amount an employer matches often don’t consider that, if the management fee is 3%, they must make a 3% return each and every year to break even and protect their principle.

Supposing everyone who bought term actually did invest the difference wisely, whole life still offers advantages that BTID doesn’t. Whole life locks in insurability, allowing the insured to purchase additional coverage with accumulated cash value, even if their health has declined to the point that they are no longer able to buy new policies. Further, they can borrow against the cash value, convert it into guaranteed income, or take tax-free distributions.

Chris Blunt, executive vice president of New York Life, points out the value of BTID to the investment firms, says “Generations of Wall Street professionals have been trained by their firms to trash cash value life insurance so the investment firms could maintain those dollars under management.” He also points out that there’s no need to decide between term and permanent life insurance. Young families can purchase both, and convert the term to whole life as their income increases.

Art Williams’ legacy consists of overpriced term-only options and a drastically reduced pool of agents who, like the Wall Streeters mentioned by Mr. Blunt, push only one product and openly disparage every other option available to their prospects, calling cash value insurance “trash value” and an “awful product” and touting BTID as the only solution for everyone. The 40-year look back on this way of selling life insurance detailed in this study doesn’t support these claims. America’s families deserve more in terms of both options and advice.

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Makler Heidelberg

Source by April Gutknecht

Mass Production of Art & Craft Works – The Advantages and Disadvantages

Today mass production seems to be a prominent issue amongst artists around the globe. You could be an artist, or an art collector or just anybody with a general opinion about the topic of advantages and disadvantages of creating art production work. So let’s delve a little deeper into the topic.

Is mass production adding to the already increasing problems of artists around the world?

Those who agree with this idea go on to the extent of claiming that it has completely changed the real definition of art over the last half a century or so.

However, those who don’t agree to this idea, reason that mass production is actually good for artists in that it enhances their scope of sale and earning. Then, mass production also eliminates or substantially lessens the chances of any error in duplication of goods. However, those who are against the idea of production work in art, argue that art isn’t something that needs to be duplicated in the first place.

Another benefit of mass production in art is that if it’s something that more than one person would like to own then it makes it possible for all such seekers to add it to their collection. But then again, on the flip side, it completely takes the point of exclusivity out of the window.

Also with mass production the biggest flaw could be that if there was an error in the original item – or maybe even just something that the artist might want to replace or better later on – it is going to be duplicated in all the copies which do not leave the artist with any scope of changing or correcting.

A positive feature of production work is that with a number of people working in different steps of production, most people get highly skilled in doing their particular job, which increases the chances of a better outcome as compared to just one person doing everything.

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Makler Heidelberg

Source by Anne Coster

Love in Tokyo

The title for this post came into my mind while I was in the Tokyo metro. But later I remembered the Bollywood movie with the same title released in the 1960’s. Since it was a romantic drama movie set in Japan, it quite aligns with the story I want to share through this post. As I was sitting in the cathay pacific flight to Japan I stretched my legs, looked out of the window and thought to myself that its been a long time since I had taken a break from the long hectic schedule of work and stress that I was enduring for a couple of years now. Although the season of cherry blossom had gone and it was the grey month of the year always cloudy and raining, I was so refreshed to walk along the streets of Kashiwanoha, a small place in the outskirts of Tokyo, that it was like sakura blossoming in my heart. Sometimes the sun would peep from the nimbus laden sky and I would sit on a chair in the balcony to see the beautiful wilderness in the golden sunshine.

Me and my husband went to Tokyo often in the metro-rail which was accurate by the minute. That is really a difference which you can feel in Japan from whichever country you come. The major drawback was their excessive love towards their own language and a total negligence towards English. This used to make me very uncomfortable initially when I went to buy things. Everything was written in Japanese and it was extremely hard to communicate with the people in the store as they did not know a speck of English. Later on however I got used to the whole thing and also could to some extent understand the language.

Throughout the journey in the metro, which was sometimes extremely crowded, I used to observe the people around me, their expressions and their behaviour as I could never understand what they were talking about. It was a little weird to be a foreigner because unlike other countries like USA you do not find much people from other countries. Most of the times I was surrounded by an all Japanese crowd. One peculiar thing that struck me was that any time of the day, you will never find a Japanese in a shabby attire. They somehow always managed to look neatly, properly and most often than not elegantly dressed and to stress upon, it’s not only about women that I am talking.

Sometimes I saw women clad in kimono which is their traditional dress and I would enter into a reverie about the old times when geisha culture was at its peak. I had read a romantic drama about that time written by Arthur Golden in his book ‘Memoirs of a Geisha’. I do not know if all that he portrayed about the Japanese culture and tradition was true but I always felt a mysterious melancholy and an indescribable awe whenever I read that book. Those women in their kimonos elicited the same odd sensation.

I was thinking about the love story of Sayuri, the innocent village girl who became the most celebrated geisha, and the chairman, when my husband woke me up from my daydreams to show me mount Fuji, which is visible from the metro train while going from Kashiwanoha to Tokyo. It was cloudy so the view was a little hazy, but I could still make out the shape of the mountain. Suddenly my eyes fell on an old couple sitting in the nearby seats by the window. They were, I think, in their 80s. Japanese people have long life so the couple actually did not look victims to the frailty old age ushers on us. Both of them were lost in their own worlds. I felt that after long years of companionship, maybe people have very little to talk about. The man was staring at a child sitting next to him playing video games. Perhaps he was remembering his own children and their childhood who must be grown-up individuals now busy in their own lives. The wife was looking out of the window and had a faint smile on her face as if enjoying the view outside.

Something irked her feet and she made a faint sound hardly audible and bent down to fix it. The old man had such a disinterested look on his face that I felt he could hardly be alive for any emotions. But as soon as his wife made the sound, he quickly looked at her and as she bent down he put his hand on her shoulder and asked her something in Japanese The woman nodded and said something which probably meant “it’s OK”. I thought to myself that the man must have shown his concern and asked her what happened. Then I saw the man looking at her feet in a concerned way and on the wife’s reassurance, he looked up at her face and after a minute he had again put up the lost weary look. Although I couldn’t understand the language spoken, the love felt by the couple was as evident as broad daylight. It seemed as if their wrinkles had faded a little during those few moments. Being in a different country which was so unfamiliar to me, it was strange that I felt as if I was looking at my own grandparents whom I had always felt to be eternally in love with each other. I looked at my husband who was happily enjoying the outside scenery and wished we could share the same affection in our old age. Our station came and we got down. I was again and again looking back to catch a glimpse of the couple. Somehow they had made me very happy that day.

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Makler Heidelberg

Source by Swagata Ghatak

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