The Missing Ingredient

I'm perpetually struggling to keep up with everything I should see and do (order new contact lenses, get cat neutered, see There Will Be Blood) but better late than never, especially when it comes to getting around to seeing films like Paprika:

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Miss Landmine Angola 2008

Angolan Women Compete in Beauty Pageant for Prosthesis

"Ana Diogo stands on a beach lit with the col-ours of sunset in Luanda, the capital of Angola, wearing a simple white dress and bracelets on both wrists.

Her right foot is buried in the warm sand. What is left of her left leg, which she lost in an explosion in 1984 while tending fields, is hidden beneath her knee-length skirt. Leaning on a cane and with her head tilted left, she poses for the camera with a shy smile and a "Miss Landmine" sash.

The beauty pageant is the work of Morten Traavik, a Norwegian theatre and film director who sees it as a way of empowering disabled African women and delivering some much-needed attention to the land mine issue. Ten Angolan women are competing in the pageant for the grand prize: a leg prosthesis direct from Norway.

The controversial project is raising the ire of some activists and international aid agencies, who criticize the artist's depiction of African women as sensationalist and even exploitative.

The images are certainly jarring. The women are shown in typical fashion-industry poses -- lounging poolside, smiling on beaches, posed in chairs -- but all are missing legs, or parts of legs, or legs injured in land mine explosions.

The photographs now appear in the project's Miss Landmine magazine and are also travelling through Europe as an exhibition. Visitors to www.miss-landmine.org are encouraged to learn about the contestants and vote for their favourite. Each woman's profile contains her age, favourite colour and dream job (Ms. Diogo's: "Anything"). They also feature details of the women's American Apparel dresses and the types of land mines present in Angola, along with the cost of both. More than 2,000 online ballots have already been cast. Two of the land mine survivors will ultimately be crowned: A people's favourite and another selected by a jury in Luanda on April 4, the United Nations' Inter-national Mine Awareness Day..."

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It so happens that landmines are an issue that I've always felt very strongly about; they are the very essence of terrorism, in that they strike civilian targets and are used to create a sense of dread and fear that linger in an area long after a war has ended. Same goes for cluster bombs, which the US still manufactures, sells, and uses. These weapons are specifically made to maim insted of kill, to slow advancing troops and overwhelm the enemy's medical resources. Unfortunately the price is mainly paid by civilians after the fact, as they attempt to resume their lives in former war-zones where cluster bomblets are left scattered in trees and mixed in debris, just out of plain sight.

Morten Traavik's beauty pageant may be a more sensational, cynical approach to raising awareness on this matter, but I applaud the effort and think it will make a greater impact on Americans and Europeans, who may prefer a gut-wrenching ironic twist to the gut-wrenching photos of victims that populate the usual anti-mine campaigns and make one want to just look away.

Which contestant will you vote for?

See also: Adopt-a-minefield.

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Letter From Tulgey Wood

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Come whiffing through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
I've been looking for an excuse to buy something from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab for quite a while. Finally Tex's birthday came around I was able to buy him the Jazz Funeral he never knew he'd needed: "Bittersweet bay rum, bourbon, and a host of funeral flowers with a touch of graveyard dirt, magnolia and Spanish Moss."

So as not to waste a perfectly good inclusive $6.50 in shipping, I decided to select something for myself to try as well, and settled on Jabberwocky from their collection based on characters from Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass: "An earthy yet buoyant scent: pine, eucalyptus and orange."

After the initial rush of selection (and during my lengthy wait for them to hand-mix and ship my order) I began to have second thoughts. I realized that the description of Jabberwocky that had sounded so appealing in the context of their site could also easily describe the scent of any number of kitchen floor polishes. And so I held my breath for weeks, wondering if my imagination had gotten the best of me.

Today was the day of truth. While the jury's still out on whether Jazz Funeral will be too flowery for Tex (I sort of doubt it-- it's got an avuncular bite to it that I think he'll find amusing), I have almost accidentally sussed out my own perfect scent. Jabberwocky is every bit as whiffling and manxome a fragrance as I could have hoped. In fact, this process made me realize that it's been many years since I tried to smell like anything at all; I haven't had much use for a cologne or even much of a deodorant since I arrived in NYC. So into the world I go, projecting myself odoriferously as a monstrosity with eyes of flame, burbling as I go.

I would be remiss to close this entry without mentioning that BPAL enclosed four free samples of my order, 1/32 oz. vials that they call Imps' Ears. So I got to sample their Pain, Phobos, Robin Goodfellow, and Embalming Fluid. I have to say, that's about the smartest strategy an online perfumier could ever think of to keep people coming back for fresh helpings of god-knows-what. At least, until we have the technology that lets my monitor burp a cloud of Marquise de Merteuil into my face.

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