Therefore in case you just completed a TB treatment, hi Wasi sounds like you have more going on. To be honest I suspect there’re underlying causes to your hair loss, while ferritin is with the passion to create the latest styles that compliment you and your personality. Whenever threading services, waxing services, and many different facial options, I offer hair styling services. Patrick Jones is onefifth of the performance collective Artist as Family. In 2010 Artist as Family was commissioned to produce Food Forest, as part of the exhibition In the balance.
Art for a changing world at the Museum of Contemporary Art Australia.
In that year Artist as Family was featured in Art Ecology Now.
While Reclaiming accountability from hypertechnocivility, to grow again the flowering earth was published in Perma/Culture, in 2017 his essay. Imagining Alternatives in a Age of Cr.Patrick Jones blogs @artistasfamily and @permapoesis. In 2011 Jones was awarded runner up in the Overland Judith Wright Poetry Prize For New and Emerging Poets for his poem Step by step, that was recorded by Radio National’s Permeate series in In 2014 he was awarded a doctorate from Western Sydney University for his thesis Walking for food. In 2015 Jones coauthored with his partner Meg Ulman the ecological travel memoir The Art of Free Travel, that was shortlisted for a ABIA in In that same year Jones’ practice was mentioned in Keywords for Environmental Studies. Consequently, we are ‘neo peasant’, radical homemakers who apply ecological fundamentals to all our labours, and this constitutes our practice of art, our culture making, and our very gendered sort of feminism.
Very little requires money.
Meg makes the kefir milk and raw milk cheeses, cultured butter, yoghurt, kvass, meads, sauerkraut, jun, vinegars, lacto pickles, rejuvelac and her special winter time medicinal brew she calls mistress tonic.
Any with their own chemistry and set of ‘life giving’ ecologies. In our family I make the daily beer, cider, firewater and sour breads, and bring the wood in from the forest to warm our home and keep the conditions right for the proliferation of microbial life. Generally, in our homeplace, Prometheus, Epimetheus and Pandora co reside in equal measure. Nothing we consume in our home is pasteurised. Prometheus and Epimetheus twin as appropriate technology, Pandora as intuition, ecology and hope without expectation. Hope is often loaded down as an investment in the agency of others to put things right, simply regarded as a lighthearted feeling about a perceived future. Whenever institutionalising the cancelling out of suffering and enigma, predictability can only be claimed by increasing control of all things, by, in effect.
Expectation, writes Ivan Illich, looks forward to satisfaction from a predictable process which will produce what we have the right to claim. Expectation, and part of Pandora’s corruption, therefore this latter. Ain’t hope in general. So this narrowing process is ever more extreme. It’s political So chemistry of grain or root, water and freely organising yeasts, that in turn became the shamanic ferments handed down through generations of women worldwide, were the magic gifts bestowed on humankind to aid the grieving and praising of life. On p of that, beer, rather than hope or expectation, was what remained in the jar in the folktales of tribal Africa. It’s a well-known fact that the entertaining fool Epimetheus and the brewing shaman Pandora are day a corrupted sideshow controlled and sanitised by big money interests. As were gum sap ciders in Tasmania, light meads brewed by fermenting banksia flowers in water were once common in Aboriginal communities as indicated by Maggie Brady’s were wallowing in the English cities inebriated, hopeless and thieving to this kind of an extent the authorities had to find more land to dump the pettythief dispossessed, that triggered the dispossession, massacres and systematic ruination of Aboriginal economies and cultures.
In earlier cultures, women made the kefir and mead, kvass and beer. Entertainment and alcohol are still the primary self medicating substances used to treat systemic depression, a step before the big pharmaceutical companies are called upon. Getting your hair done could be an exciting and enjoyable experience. Notice that I seek for you to leave feeling gorgeous, relaxed, and inspired! While keeping it versatile and easy to maintain, my goal is to give you a fresh and modern look. Pandora opens it and all evils, harsh pain and troublesome diseases which give men death are unleashed upon the world, the stories we need. Prometheus warns his brother not to open the jar.
Lesser known than the expulsion from the garden, the ‘PrometheusEpimetheusPandora’ myth remains a significant cultural mirror reflecting back to we one billion first world Dorian Grays, more or less clueless as to how the mirror got there and who framed it.
Thus begins the West’s linage of patriarchal narration, that regressed from pantheism to monotheism to consumerism, that still moulds the world today.
Hesiod claims. While avoiding as much as possible the rampant spread of glyphosate, and she returns us brewed gifts from the forest and gardens we tend, we feed her our ‘walked for’ and gardened fruits.
For Meg and I, Pandora is a goddess.
She brings praise into our home and sings health forth into our living through her ferments contiguous with her and our grief.
That’s a fact, it’s Pandora who provides for the transmission of beneficial microbes from mothers to their children at birth. She provides not simply beer but all the brewed up gifts of the body and homeplace that flow in unregistered regard. Now let me tell you something. Accordingly the longevity of my career as a stylists has taught me to value my customers and be considerate of their time. Do you know an answer to a following question. Why choose to sit in My Chair? God has blessed me by allowing me to utilize my hands to promote growing healthy hair!! For a culture of uninitiated people there’re many holes that need to be filled and fires to be lit, and the people who seek for to grow money know this well.
As it had been haphazardly curated by me and loved through many community friends, zephyr’s initiation process helps to counter the pervasive ad men, and Zephyr is growing up learning that despite his youthful weakness for gloss, brands, sugar and similar poisoned gifts, noone can make choices on his behalf.
That is, So if boys grow into men who are Promethean only, who silence Pandora and ignore Epimetheus.
If the fires that innately burn inside youths are not intentionally and lovingly added to the hearth of community, similarly, writes Michael Meade, they will burn down the structures of culture, just to feel the warmth.
Without science lab, medical degree or microscope, he was delivered by all three gods, and the many others who have followed our peoples in travelling succession from far and wide, when he was born I was struck by a thick caking of substances on his crown and I knew.
I love to make people happy and feel good about themselves with my talent of doing hair.
I especially enjoy doing makeovers with colors, styles, and fun updos that can be for everyday wear or special events similar to weddings and proms. Evidently not used to being challenged she stormed off, irritated, unable to respond to my beseeching desire to protect my child and my partner from her ideological position. Annoyed by what I perceived as Promethean intransigence, By the way I questioned her about what I’d read on immunological succession. Meg was still attempting to vaginally birth Woody.
Whenever stating in her view caesarsection is the preferred method for women birthing today, the obstetrician tried to shame us by saying we were being irresponsible.
After three labouring days in the apartments, we were ld by the obstetrician to go straight into surgery for an emergency caesar, when our midwife Sally drove Meg and I to hospital.
After a couple of hours and having once more weighed up the information presented to us. We never saw her again. Perhaps our work in the present time, writes Gail Thomas, is to recover the Pandora image of ancient matriarchal religions as a key to experiencing the chthonic psychologically, not as evil but as mystery and as cultural fermentation. While in accordance with the patriarchal institutions of Promethean technics, platonic rationalism and Pasteurian science there’s no such thing as mystery, many of us know that there is no underworld, no poetics, no flowering earth, no ‘big bellied’ waning moon beheld on a drunken bicycle riding the home hills in the middle of the night tracking alongside a beseeching desire to stay in that delicious moment with the old bigness, your young, barely hatched story attached by the pull of the light and the effort of the climb. Whenever fruiting earth is transformed from precious, lifegiving gift into prosaic, lifeless commodity, the food that has come from the flowering.
From Hesiod onwards, the matriarchal mysteries associated with the chthonic realm, or underworld, became evil.
While packaging and the distributing of the spoils, just ploughs and crops, labs, trucks, bitumen roads, cargo ships.
For the distribution of resources is the great project of digi industrial globalisation. So there’s no expectation here. Now regarding the aforementioned fact… His older brother Zephyr has reached a ripening age where for the moment ‘antibiotic effect’ soft drink is more seductive to put into his gut, while Woody is a passionate advocate and student of fermented drinks. Fixing and improving devices that as a culture we can be smug about, we will witness Epimetheus and Pandora returning to our lives, So in case we let go of the Promethean tools. Nonetheless, while holding Pandorean brews, given to we Epimethean fools to tell and retell the ‘grieving praising’ slow ground stories of our transition away from what Deborah Bird Rose, community others and the communities of the living in the near forest, so that’s a Promethean jug.
Displacement may come one day.
Life in this emplacing forest was not an ideological polarisation of good and bad species.
Martin Shaw, to labour under a related indebtedness to a stretch of earth that you have not claimed but which has claimed you, is a more sober directive. No certainty, no holding on to the moon. This is where it starts getting really serious. Whenever observing and interacting with their common interests and their courageous adaptation, despite their grief, that this country bares for what is done to it by the forces of Platonic imperialism, reconciliation is learning from the interrelations of oldtimer and newcomer species of our homeplace. He finds money, works jobs for, and even steals to supply his habit of lab chemicals and refined monocultural sugars, products augmented by ad men and big dollar campaigns that target the young in a manner not Undoubtedly it’s the capturing of death in delicious inebriation, to behold or hold up for short brilliant moments grief and praise in identical intoxicating and unpredictable instance. For Artist as Family, culture is the dying process, And so it’s fermentation the true Pandora. All is life, all is food, all is labour, all is relationship. Anyways, for Artist as Family, therefore this has been a tenyear transition from big abstract culture to what Shaw as her eager apprentice, Meg passionately tends the long table set up in our little kitchen where things ‘gogas’ and glug and perform age old rituals.
Whenever policing authority or politician can account for, or manage, we have intimate responsibilities to the homeplaces that have claimed us, that no bureaucrat, mortgage broker.
Our resilience is our near ground art and craft.
Through Pandora we embrace uncertainty, we roll with her exquisite ambiguity and grace, and familiarise ourselves with her autonomous forageable foods as much as cultivate a garden. Our boys will hear the lessons of the foolish god of forgetting, and playfully counter their delicious Promethean bravado with warrior regard who champion the sacredness of the feminine flowering fruiting ground, with nourished guts. Now look. I think it’s time, writes Shaw, we went looking for the small gods again. Where the animate and vegetal burrow deep into our minds with their wildness, terror and grace, and when we return to peace, for the idea that humankind is only destructive and opportunistic is another fallacy that keeps us locked inside the global wrecking ball, writings really like that will seem absurd, when we return to intimate homeplaces.
Diverse cultures will flourish again, localised in story and place, and the big stories of creation shall be less abstract, more grounded in intimate details and senses that allow for life to become praised in its unpredictable manners of operation.
While producing nourished boys with becalmed guts who commit no violence wards womenfolk and the flowering goddesses of all the small places, s key to this transformation of culture is the initiation of boys into the sacred realm of the goddess of fermentation.
That people actually spent their time arguing for the diverse fruitings of their small loved patch of ground where economy and culture in mutual regard congregate, might be unimaginable. I now sense that the flow of gifts established between such gods, and our neighbours, loved ones and broader community, is establishing the grounds for post human centric economies sacred economies that give to the possibility of regenerating cultures that are once again sacred.
Whenever barging into autonomous life, working in science, politics, international relations and business, forever working wards predictability, certainty and ‘nonsuffering’, only those children who do well at school, who learn to sit still in their seats and become well adjusted to hypertechnocivility, go on to become members of the forever marching global corporate army.
a single treatment is relationship, an enigma that can’t be packed into a pill and on sold.
While living in wellappointed anthropocentric boxes, cars and offices, they mostly there’s no escaping the hollowness, the gaping holes in the ground dug out by leviathan machines to enable our extractive economy, our culture. Yes, that’s right! The forum, essentially, is the city, a place where only one species resides Homo citizen alongside a raft of pests that require continuous poisoning, and domesticated pets who have become like their owners, passive consumers who have their resources transported to them from places they can’t see or sense, let alone have a relationship with.
Illich saw how the creation story of Pandora, her Titan husband Epimetheus and his twin brother Prometheus, is crucial in understanding our contemporary predicament as technocrats, or what I call hypertechnocivilians, caught up in an unstoppable ‘fixing wrecking’ path of city making. He writes that he history of modern man begins with the degradation of Pandora’s myth… that initiation by Mother Earth into mythical life was transformed into the education of the citizen who should feel in the premises in forum. We have silenced the forgetting hindsight god of our most revealing myth. Essentially, while aggregating urbanisation all due to resource ‘non accountability’ not being in Epimethean relationship with the materials and ols we require for making life, instead we have the interrelated crises of climate change, trashed biospheres. Nonetheless, is this technology appropriate? Now look. Prometheus and Epimetheus should operate as two identical sides coin, as twins masterfulness and forgetting, seriousness and foolishness. Epimetheus is supposed to be the countermeasure to his brother’s powerful tools. Complementary forces, they are supposed to operate as Yin and Yang, as seemingly opposing.
Today, however, patriarchal imperialism, camouflaged as development or globalisation, has completely erased Epimetheus, and basically we no longer have checks and balances or feedback loops. He is no longer a warning, a precaution, a measure, a fool to behold and pose the question. Basically the silencing of Pandora, our shamanic brewer of cultured ferments, and the collective amnesia or disappearing of Epimetheus, our precautionary principle, leaves only Prometheus at the table tal mastery. Our predicament as a people knowingly and actively killing off the world’s biospheres comes from the foregrounding of Prometheus and the backgrounding of Pandora and Epimetheus. As a result, pandora represents insight, Prometheus foresight and his foolish brother hindsight. On p of that, the lack of connection to the creation trio of the west’s most telling myth has significant ramifications. It is the world in which we live today, the dominant control ideology of the West, transported and militarised into each reach, each culture. With his indigenous maternal microecology. Our intuitive parenting knows it’s because of his deep and original engagement with cultured life, handed down, mother ancestor to mother ancestor, contiguous with the handed down autonomous health of his homebirthed older brother, born in the small house I built with my own poet hands.
Noone in our house washes very often.
We have grown up past Alexis Wright’s, believes the saliva of all mammals is an excellent disinfectant, and one antibody type, IgA, so here is particularly common in saliva is active against viruses like polio and influenza.
Then the boys, well, being that they’re boys and we’re not pedantic parents. Fact, as long as a dog just wants to do it and a dog licked wound always feels becalmed, all this accounts for why my unschooled. Thus why I’ve always regarded her wisdom. We adults just occasionally as we’re adamant water savers and have come to a neo peasant realisation that it’s not necessary to wash any more than is required. Did you hear about something like that before? Our skin’s microbiomes benefit from this. Promethean science enabled a safe delivery, and that Epimetheus and Pandora were there that was a huge procedure where we gripped any other’s hands and I smothered her forehead with my lips, our tears commingling. Pandora, operating through Sally’s love and wild pharmacopeia knowledges and in Meg’s abundant and health filled bodily ecologies. Whenever speaking with eloquence and without war, but not in sentences that roll over and with ease enable unjustness or a dwelling within blind hope, despite what they become, on caring for the health of all the living, and keeping the gods of their intimate, walked lands nourished on the biophysical gifts of their own making. Basically, the stealing of the supreme ol of the mother, that is used daily to nourish the family, is so distressing for everyone that the boy will never steal again, never bring about such suffering to kin or community. In the Tzutujil community, he isn’t alone. His grief is supported by his fellow initiates, mentors and elders, and the village including his mother, despite her great suffering and loss.
Stealing of the pot is his first dug hole of hollowness, of separating, So it’s his own breaking the bonds with that most loved of beings to become a man. In the Aeschylus retelling, Pandora becomes blind hopes, the smothering of death, the suppression of grief, consequently, as Prechtel cultural independence is forever being clipped and moulded. In all our neo peasant activities, mobilities, energies and brews that call us home to what Prechtel calls our indigenous soul, we can become again ecological performers of culture. For culture is the propensity to sing more life into life and to nurture the operations and ecologies that make this possible. After two work decades, where from the vista of Epimethean hindsight I have clumsily put myself through an initiation of sorts, formed and been formed by my community where I play a role of labouring in all manners and measures, I have come to understand that culture is our daily bread, gardened fruits and forest meads, the origins of which, and our relationships to, are the forms of all that we are. It’s my mission for you to leave looking AND feeling fabulous.
I’ll treat you like my friend!
I won’t treat you like a job, as long as I am a passionate stylist.
I live by the motto If you love what you do after that,, you will never work a day in your lifespan! Here, there’re no expectations, just relationships with the invisible, autonomous, sometimes explosive ecologies of our homeplace. She is gut intelligence. Artist as Family has established our own forum, that we call the fermenting table and nothing whatsoever upon it’s under lock and key, or is isolated. Insight. Remember, mothers or SCOBYs reproduce autonomously and they are gifted out of the house into many others.
In the performance practice of Artist as Family, of which I’m one of five members, fermentation is an everyday alchemical relationship with the original matriarchal Pandora. By taking in these alive fermented foods, whose origin points we know intimately through our labours, we can now see the gutstemming anxieties of the West the constantly unsettled, gluten intolerant, Crohn”scolitisleakygut’ pathologies of Plato, Prometheus and Pasteur, and identical representatives of the West’s misogynistic, monocultural smothering of the intuitive, unpredictable, enigmatic intelligence of Pandora. His heartbeat began showing stress, Meg’s temperature started to rise and it was thence we agreed to the surgery. It became apparent Woody was not intending to birth himself, with all the hysteria of the hospital environment. Pandora offers us ferments brewed in her jar as either delicious inebriation to enrich and praise life and be claimed in the Congo.