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Do You See What I SEE :: The Dangers of LED Lights

Do You See What I SEE :: The Dangers of LED Lights

For a while now I have been wanting to share a post on something that has personally affected my family and myself without us knowing it. It involves the dangers and long term effects of these new LED lights that we see everywhere now.Image of UVEX glasses

Being on the computer with my work has really opened my tired and sensitive eyes to something important for all of us out there that drive, work, and play. If you program or market with an iPad or tablet you may like this too. I cannot explain the science of it as well as in this article here from Dr. Mercola’s site. Link here : MERCOLA ARTICLE on LEDS  so I will leave that link here for exploration.

Here is what I do know from confirming personal experience. In the last year we have all been having trouble seeing more than usual. Even outdoors it seemed as though the rays of the light were a different shade, my left eye would worsen the longer I listed products online,  and sensitivity to light was bad. Driving at night was challenging, and car headlights (also LED) began to bother me. My Mom found this article from Mercola and I was so happy to see some of our changes working.

UVEX GlassesMy first recommendation here would be to go on Amazon and purchase you a pair of UVEX snyper glasses. They are Amber glasses that block out the blue light (see article) that is so harmful and comes from most lights we encounter on a daily basis. I would also recommend getting off of your phone and computer more often, but sometimes that is not as easy, so the glasses would be a good alternative. It also helps your vision by blocking the intensity of the light from the screen. According to a Men’s Health article this particular brand blocks more levels of light than some other brands. If you find one that does more I would love to know. This helped me a lot. Link here : UVEX Glasses

O.K. Secondly, please consider downloading a blue. Light blocking software. I tried Iris and liked it. Since we use an HDMI connection to our television from YouTube, it fed through the television and took an enormous amount of glare out of the room. I am very interested in finding a same technique for the computer, btw. It is not a bad price and the guy that created it believes in the cause. I’ll link that here : IRIS Software

Lastly, the control of all of this comes into play. I have been guilty of staying up too late watching music or studying, and as a web designer and artist that has always been the norm. Maybe this is the case for you as well, so I completely relate! We are night owls, and create and think better at those times. All is peaceful and meditative. The night is wonderful, why can I say? So taking the first baby step towards this improvement has to help.

The price of the glasses and software is nothing compared to losing vision and damaging health, and something like this creeps up on a generation before they know it. We all want to drive safer and be happier though health. Share this if you desire and maybe check back for upates.

Thanks for visiting this article, please share and follow me on all major accounts for articles like this in the future.

 

~ McGlamorous

 

 

Le Spectre de la Rose

Le Spectre de la Rose

As Spring approaches, the soft pastel shades of the season start to appear. Everything begins a slow movement towards life. Flowers push from below, beautifully developed in color. The Easter candy is youthfully wrapped in baby-like hues of pink and blue, yellow and green. Even though the seasons seem to almost birth too soon, as according to the store shelves, it is hard not to anticipate. It has always been a favorite time of year. Memories of new attire and hats for church come to mind. Not to be left behind is the dancer’s Spring Recital, and event every little or big girl in dance looks forward to.

Jewelry Made in the Spirit of the Rose

The memory of such performances brings to mind a certain ballet almost performed at one of my old schools Le Spectre De La Rose. I never got to see the ballet performed due to a lead dancer’s injury, but I have observed it through photographs and art, and recently found an old copy of Cyril W. Beaumont’s Complete Book of Ballets , which contains personal reviews on these old gems. With the recent anticipation of the release of the movie on Nijinsky, it seemed a great time to put all my (Easter) eggs in one basket for a nice and informative post on all of the above.

In a short synopsis, Le Spectre De La Rose is an adaptation of a poem by Gautier which I have pleasantly researched here and would like to share below. The ballet interprets the story of a young girl at a ball, to whom a rose is given. The excitement of the ball, which has also been set to Carl Maria von Weber’s Invitation to the Dance, has left her weary, and as she sinks into a deep sleep, the object of her dream appears through the open window in her room. He is the spirit of the rose, dancing with abandonment, similar to a rose petal in the wind. In one magical moment she is waltzing with him, her spirit lifted into heavenly realms of dance with his company. In the next moment, she is awake in her chair as if it were just her imagination. The spirit hovers for a brief instant, disappearing through the open window just as the sun rises. She stirs from her slumber enough to recall and question if it were a dream or reality. Still doubting in her empty room, she picks up the rose in remembrance, pressing it to her heart with a sad half-smile. Champagne Pansy

Finis…

According to Beaumont the intention of choreographer Michel Fokine was to use Nijinsky’s rare elevation and energetic male energy as the rose to create charming contrast to Tamara Karsavina’s presence as the sleeping girl. This ballet, in the Romantic style, is a classical pas de deux, also displaying this technique in Nijinsky’s effortlessness and graceful entrance through the window. Like a grasshopper, it says! The ethereal themed ballet achieved great success whenever performed, once so loved that it was performed twice in one evening. (So sorry for that male dancer that night!) Le Spectre de la Rose

Like most visual art I suppose, it presented itself so beautiful with these two performers that when it ended you were uncertain as to whether you had just seen what you did. Beaumont expresses that it was so linked to Nijinsky and Karsavina that all revivals failed to impress.

Thus passes the glory of the world.

The Phantom Of The Rose – Poem by Theophile Gautier

Sweet lady, let your lids unclose.–
Those lids by maiden dreams caressed;
I am the phantom of the rose
You wore last night upon your breast.
Like pearls upon my petals lay
The weeping fountain’s silver tears,
Ere in the glittering array
You bore me proudly ‘mid your peers.

O lady, ’twas for you I died–
Yet have I come and will I stay;
My rosy phantom by your side
Will linger till the break of day.
Yet fear not, lady; naught claim I–
Nor mass, nor hymn, or funeral prayer;
My soul is but a perfumed sigh,
Which pure from Paradise I bear.

My death is as my life was–sweet;
Who would not die as I have done?
A fate like mine who would not meet,
Your bosom fair to lie upon?
A poet on my sentient tomb
Engraved this legend with a kiss:
‘Here lies a rose of fairest bloom;
E’en kings are jealous of its bliss.

 

 

Le Spectre de la Rose

Ballet in 1 Act. Book : J.L. Vaudoyer. Music : Weber. Scenery and costumes  Leon Bakst. Choreography  Michel Fokine. First produced  Theatre de Monte Carlo, 1911.

 

~ McGlamorous

 

Time with Rhedd (Butler)

Time with Rhedd (Butler)

 

It is pleasantly doubtful that the story of our time with Rhedd would begin any different than those love stories in the guise of kitty encounters. I never knew Angels had red hair and fur, but I am solidly convinced.

First appearance in March

They usually begin with an appearance, a discovery, or just a pleasant surprise. Out of nowhere these little spirits can manifest, like they are coming from some other time or place, right smack into your life. The introduction period is oh so brief. It is always love at first for my family, Rhedd here being no exception.

His visit was a back door rub that caught my eye late one night last winter around March. I had seen a few other cats come up for food and wildly scatter, but for some unknown but gut stirring reason I melted enough to scurry to the kitchen for emergency morsels. In all honesty I , maybe we – carried subconscious grief and love for Charlie, an indescribably gently red tabby that was previous to Rhedd, which motivated my attention and concern towards him. It felt as though Charlie was visiting in another form, or had sent a reminder.

Trying To Be Friends

The cinnamon swirl markings where visible through the glass patio door. Tail dancing, he rubbed closely for attention and I opened the door and placed the bowl out for him to munch. I went out to visit and with no fear he wailed with a passion that I nor my Mom and Grandmother had ever heard. His cry was so desperate that it was tempting to laugh, but you didn’t. He was sad and lonely, yet strong.

The next few months proved his affection and extreme protection for us. He had tried to befriend our other kitty, Lily, and it was a somewhat comical flirt that proved him a dud with the ladies, so it seemed. It was like Billy Joel meeting Christie Brinkley, but what we later discovered was that he desperately needed a friend. Our dog chased him, his own species seemed to have no loyalty, and he could not get a date across the branch during the high season – if you know what I mean.

Summer Naps

His visits were sporadic at first. Nightly romps would leave him beaten and scarred the next morning. I applied castor oil to his coat and gradually saw improvement. The more we cared for him the more we noticed an uncomfortable stance, but it did not bother him. I felt humbled by his strength and we held common issues with bad alignment. He lived with short front legs which caused his spine to curve when he sat down. Still, he walked with pride and an incredible leadership. He had no name, but surely a strong presence.

The more he stayed the day, the more friendly we became with him. After all, who could ignore those cries? Garden chores were accompanied by his presence and evening swinging with the sunsets held a place for conversations and kitty hugs. What a boy. So much love and appreciation was evident. I shed tears with him over losses and pain, and at night when I went out to see the stars he was there guarding me. Yet he still had no name. I tried to make it manifest but it did not. Somehow I felt it would come and on that night I blurted it out….”RED. No….RHEDD!” Yes, yes, yes, I thought, just like Rhett Butler the southern gentleman from the classic film Gone With The Wind! Boasting with excitement, I re-entered the house telling the family of the discovery. My Mom agreed that it fit this little protector’s personality. She labeled him the Red Warrior. Wow was that spot on. It seemed as though he grew stronger and more confident in his role as protector the longer he stayed. Cries were replaced with morning and evening walks. We silently invited him in for nights on the recliner with popcorn and movies, and he was a regular consolation in times of despair. Just a true gentleman and a true friend. I joked that had he been human, we would have been married.

Happiness Found

Sadly, he could not stay with us and left in August. We were already attached and hoped for more time, but his job was done. Breaking up is so hard to do. His loss was as such and I choose to leave only his love story behind. That once dirty and dingy coat was slick with gentlemanly sheen, and it even smelled of powder. It was as though a sweet scent floated from his happy soul. He had found love, friendship, and had given so much more than he got. He taught us strength, and protected our vulnerability at the same time.

 

Rhedd was answered prayer. I believe that is why he was so beautiful in every way.

 

Warrior Rhedd

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ McGlamorous

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art of the Skateboard : : Tales of a Skate Betty

Art of the Skateboard : : Tales of a Skate Betty

 

One of my crazy past times characters as a teenage tom-girl was in the role of the girl skater, or “Skate Betty” as they called us. While going through storage this weekend I found various stickers, clothing, and skateboard hardware that inspired me to write an article on this past time activity.

Most purchases of the emotionally driven artist seems to go in the direction of graphics, color, and the “Oh I want this now!” approach. Yep, that was the case when I decided to copy the high school skater guys before braces or Homecoming queen transitions, and buy my first skateboard deck complete with truck guards, rails – the whole package. It was one of my first lay-aways and fully supported by my parents who provided protective gear like any good parents would.

Jim Theibaud Vintage Skateboard Deck For Sale

We fantasized of half-pipes, getting air, or street skating around the city, and everywhere we looked was an opportunity to just skate over it. It was a bond between me and the guys, or an attempt at getting through those awkward years. Since we were all in art class together it was another creative venture to discuss. I imagined getting air on huge half-pipes but ended up entertaining my solo self in the parking lots of Crisp County. Every rail and parking marker was to be dominated. No curve or slope of concrete unexplored. The Ollie was my undefeated foe, and along with my skating cousins, we would prevail!

Skating and swimming were a huge part of my teen years, just as the existing generation, and I now look on those times with warmth. Collecting was a hobby. I still have my favorite Powell Peralta shirt, probably the softest T ever owned at this point due to so many washings.

Through the eyes of an artist those bright graphics were super alluring. Some of my first skate pieces were painted in lime or pink. There were no rules. The guys wore color too, and that was exciting. A nearby Albany, Georgia store provided for our passions. The small space was tucked back in a shopping center moved into the Albany Mall, an even better place for teens to meet. I don’t know what those guys thought of the skater girl, but I was determined to make a mark.

Alas, time moved on and as graduation approached I sensed our parting and growing up. Braces were expensive and I wanted to keep my new straight teeth in, so as time passed the boards ended up in storage. Energy was devoted to dance and a new phase of life. I had something else to work hard at, so it was ok.

Jim Theibaud Vintage Skateboard Deck For Sale

So, onward to the most recent item out of storage. A Jim Thiebaud original deck from the late eighties early nineties. It is not a re-issue, but not the original artwork that caused a cease and desist. I have done a little research here in an article That will help explain the board’s history. The board that I have is for sale in hopes that the right collector will come along. It will be listed on Ebay and can be found here on my profile.

 

In the meantime, long live the skate Betty!

 

~ McGlamorous

 

 

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Bollywood
“Bollywood” by McGlamorous

Dance has been a journey for me, a great one at that. I have experienced life as a bunhead, an intense ballroom diva and an attempt at being middle-eastern. Being able to become any character you want is gratifying, and slightly different than being a straight forward “actor”. We are all actors in this life, but dancers get to feel physical movement with their character, something that feels refreshing and promotes an open spirit. We also have one of the greatest things ever created – music – to accompany us on the journey.

Rainbow Print Sarong
Geometric Rainbow Print Sarong

Rhythms are intoxicating to the body especially in the genres of salsa, samba, and bossa nova. Drums gracefully entrance us in styles of Latin or Middle-Eastern dance and music, and musicians can go happily crazy crossing in between these worlds.

I discovered jazz music in the driver’s seat of my car. It really is the best place to turn up the sound and absorb ever piece of note you can. It inspires creativity, creations in choreography and beautiful imagery of the moving body on the dance floor. Melody Gardot’s interpretation of Somewhere Over the Rainbow was quite moving to me. I hit the repeat button numerous times and decided test it at the restaurant where I worked as a cabaret dancer, trying my skills at improv.

The result was as follows. Forgive the video quality.

I can suggest her albums and a few other favorites  like Your Heart is as Black as Night. If you enjoy a twist on old standards try checking her out. And if you want to learn more about dance, costumes, music and design…well. You are home at McGlamorous!

Thanks for reading.

 

~ McGlamorous