Hilarity in Painting

One of our doctors is on a two week vacation, so I got home early yesterday. I wanted to paint, and Aidan joined me. We decided on a theme— dragons— and Aidan said she didn’t want to do a tutorial.

The results made me realize two things:

1. Aidan is a natural
2. I clearly need more tutorials.

Weekend Painting Attempt

Practice helps!

Bob Ross is Literally Magic

So, I got off work early yesterday, and after a quick workout, my daughter and I decided to see if we could follow along with Bob Ross on one of his YouTube shows.

I thought we should start easy, with Season One, since we don’t know how to paint, but Aidan saw a colorful one in Season FIFTEEN, and said "LET’S DO THAT!"

I was like, "Ummm-kay."

So, we haul out all the painting supplies and go through our paints looking for the paints listed on the video:

Titanium White: we were getting very low on that one, will need to reorder lots.

Sap Green: that one wasn’t even open yet--yay!

Most of the colors had some fancy names like some eccentric artist just pulled the weirdest conglomeration of words out of the ether. Names like phthalo green, alizarin crimson, and cadmium yellow.

I can’t even pronounce the first two, and although we had pthalo green, we didn’t have pthalo blue, azithrol crimson, deep sienna, and a few others. We also didn’t have the primer Bob Ross used, or the big a$$ paintbrush, or the tough palette knife, or even decent palettes.

That didn’t stop us, though. We are pretty good at improvising! Although the next time we attempt this, we will definitely get the right materials.

So, we were finally ready to start the video, and Bob started by quickly spreading a transparent yellow across the canvas. We quickly realized our brushes didn’t produce the same effect as Bob’s, so there was nothing transparent about our yellow. Instead, it was blobby and heavy.

Then, before we could even get that right, he started with the az-whatever crimson, and spread that transparently around the yellow.

We then realized, with a little dismay, that without the right tools, this was gonna be a lot harder than Bob made it look.

I tossed a couple seriously messed up canvasses aside as I tried to accomplish the simplest thing on the whole video. Lol.

But as we progressed, we enjoyed Bob’s soothing tone, and his great little sayings like "It’s a great day to be alive," and "You are the author of your world in this painting, do whatever makes you happy."

So, we did. I saw that my yellow and crimson sky just wasn’t gonna work, so I decided my scene
would be a nighttime scene, somewhere way up north where the Northern Lights came out to play.

And I realized the water area of my painting also looked nothing like water, so I changed that to a field of red and yellow flowers.

At one point, my daughter and I were working as fast as we could to keep up, and when we looked up, we were both like, "What?!"

Because Bob’s skeleton of a painting had magically turned into something...magical.

Actually, nothing in my painting looked like Bob’s, but at least people could recognize that my mountains were mountains, and my pine trees were, at least, trees of some kind.

In the end, painting with Bob made us happy, and we were both excited to try again, with the right tools next time.

I think the investment for a couple big a$$ brushes and a couple palette knives and a few other things will be one of the best investments I’ve made this year. :)

Five Reasons to Question Your Faith in Forrest Fenn

Today, Gallatin County Sheriff Brian Gootkin issued a public warning to all searchers of the Forrest Fenn treasure. In the past two years, two people have died, two searchers have been rescued near death, and multiple searchers have had run-ins with law enforcement.

The warning was issued via a local news station, and the article featured a photo of a smiling Jeff Murphy. Looking at his sunny countenance, my heart cracked a little. Because Jeff Murphy is dead.

Would Jeff have risked his life searching for a treasure had he known Forrest Fenn’s dark side? Would he have searched if he had seriously considered the leap of faith required to believe that Forrest Fenn had even hid a treasure in the first place?

Would Paris Wallace, a pastor, and another fatality in this cursed treasure hunt, have searched if he had known about Forrest Fenn’s intimate relationships with female searchers?

Although I believe I have more than enough evidence to prove that Forrest Fenn has purposefully perpetuated a cult, I would like to focus on something else in this article.

The topic of faith often comes up in comments and postings on search blogs and forums. When someone asks how can we be sure that Forrest Fenn hid a treasure for anyone to find, the answer always comes down to faith.

“I have faith in Forrest Fenn,” is the frequent reply. Now, although I’d really like to go into depth about how this statement is enough to suspect cult-like mentality in the chase, I’d rather ask a question…

WHY? Why do you have faith in Forrest Fenn? Why do you have faith that he hid a treasure chest somewhere in the Rocky Mountains?

Here are five reasons why you shouldn’t have faith in Forrest Fenn, and why you should seriously contemplate the probability that he never hid a chest in the first place. Although I could present plenty of my own theories, I’m not going to do that in this article. What I’m going to do is show you where Forrest Fenn himself tells you that you should doubt his word.

1.     In the very first paragraph of Forrest Fenn’s memoir, The Thrill of the Chase, Forrest Fenn admits he “embellishes” the truth. “All the stories that mingle among these pages are as true to history as one man can average out the truth, considering the FACT that one of my natural instincts is to embellish just a little.”

2.     Forrest Fenn identifies with Holden Caulfied, who thought of himself as “the greatest liar.” Holden Caulfield also embodied Forrest Fenn’s self-proclaimed Number One Rule: It’s not who you are, it’s who they think you are.” In an email to a Stephanie, Forrest Fenn modified this to: It’s not who I am, it’s who I can make you believe I am.” Holden Caulfield knew what to say to get what he wanted; he flattered and cajoled with flowery words while his mind sarcastically insulted the objects of his attention. In Fenn’s memoir, he says of The Catcher in the Rye, “The more I thought about it, the more I realized the book was about me…”

3.     Everyone gets the 85/15% thing on page 14 wrong. In an email to me, Forrest said he was careful to make sure he worded that sentence in a way so that it didn’t apply to him. He isn’t saying that he speaks 85% truth. What he’s saying is that he’s not a non-fiction writer; he’s saying we can’t know what percentage of truth he speaks. He then goes on to warn the reader that he isn’t exactly a truthful guy. “I never thought I had to believe everything I said…”

4.     Forrest Fenn’s father taught him to not tell all the truth. On page 26, Marvin tells a young Forrest, “…you should always tell the truth, but you should not always tell ALL of the truth.” So, what is it that Forrest isn’t telling us? Maybe that the real treasure isn’t what we think it is? That the chase isn’t exactly a hoax, because the poem doesn’t lead you to a physical treasure, but the experience of searching for a treasure? Forrest seems to hint at this possibility with many comments that emphasize his Duveen quote, “They never knew it was the chase they sought and not the quarry.” Maybe that’s a reference to the “trove for all to seek?” Maybe the chase is the “trove” he’s referring to!

5.     Forrest Fenn’s sketchy reputation as an art dealer who used deceptive practices to sell his wares. Forrest Fenn admits he did not let his customers know that the Anasazi pottery they purchased were not 100% genuine in his sarcastically-named article, Honesty Made Me Do It. This article could be found on his Old Santa Fe blog before the chase went public. Of course, since he couldn’t flat out tell people he employed some controversial sales tactics, he took this article off the blog along with a few others just before he advertised The Thrill of the Chase. You can find these articles using the wayback machine search engine. In this particular article, Fenn admits to fast-talking his way out of being charged with fraud by a postal inspector. A customer who had bought what he thought was a genuine Anasazi pot was shocked when the pot broke during transit and it was discovered that the pot had been partially “refurbished” with plaster.

Forrest says, “My only chance (to avoid criminal prosecution) was to try to bluff it out…”

After he deceives the postal inspector with some smooth talking, he even has the gall to pull a Holden Caulfield on the guy. Earlier in the article, Forrest had noted that he thought the tie the postal inspector was wearing was “the ugliest tie he ever saw.” So, as the guy was leaving, Forrest says, “That’s a really great tie you’re wearing.” Classic Holden Caulfield!

Now, these five points all happen prior to page 27 of The Thrill of the Chase. I could easily go on by quoting other beauties that hint at the dubious character of Forrest Fenn, like where he imagined his father watching him from a cloud, and says, “If he knows everything about me he’s pretty busy lighting candles, some of them on both ends.”

To sum up, the amount of faith searchers have in Forrest Fenn is not justifiable when the evidence is weighed. Believing everything Forrest Fenn says is the equivalent of buying a car from  a used car salesman with a reputation for selling lemons.

Forrest Fenn has warned searchers over and over throughout his books, interviews, and blog posts that he should not be trusted. His very own words should serve as a warning: BUYER BEWARE. I know that I don’t buy what he’s selling.

I LOVE Books!

Man, I just love old books! We went thrift shopping this weekend, and stumbled upon a thrift shop with a large number of first edition books, and one of them was GOLD. I got a first edition copy of East of Eden by John Steinbeck, in very good condition for $4! And I can resell it on eBay for about $100-$400! So, now I’m on the hunt for more. I bought a few other books I can probably quadruple or more my profit on, and a couple can potentially bring in a REALLY nice profit. I’m looking at some very old A.A. Milne books, because I LOVE pre-Disney Winnie the Pooh. I wish I had the $$$$ to buy a signed edition!

I did, however, buy a signed copy of a first edition, pristine hardcover of Game of Thrones. I’m looking far into the future on that one. George R.R. Martin’s signed first editions are projected to rocket up in value as the years pass.

And I’d love to find a first edition Tolkien one day. I just LOVE this stuff!

By Odin’s Name!

Update with pics in a few....

Well, my beautiful Callie is here, and once again, my little family is reunited under one roof. It’s very nice, and we’ve been enjoying each other’s company.

I can’t believe my youngest is graduating high school on Friday! It’s almost surreal because I don’t feel old enough to be an “empty nester.” Anyway, I’m looking forward to that and to family flying in for the occasion. Joe’s one smart kid, and he will change the world for the better one day. Besides earning a full ride scholarship to Dartmouth, he was also chosen as a “Student of Distinction” at his high school, and will be forever immemorallized on a bronze plaque on the wall in the Hall of Honor. To earn that distinction, a student must have maintained a higher than 3.75 GPA for the year, passed all AP exams with an A, have performed over 75 hours of community service, and other things I can’t remember. I’m a proud momma, of ALL three of my kids!

Listening to them laugh as they bake a cake, make tacos, or swim together is the sound of heaven to me. We have certainly shed our quota of tears since our world was violently turned upside down many years ago, but coming through  it made us stronger, braver, and able to overcome ANY obstacles that seek to trip us up. 

Anyway, I’m feeling incredibly blessed tonight, and am looking forward to our future.

Okay, so now let’s talk about the Norse god with more names than anyone should have a right to. I’m reading slowly through The Poetic Edda, and memorizing as much as I can as I read. The scholars who translated this work must have been scratching their heads at multiple spots in the collection of poems, wise, sayings, and stories, because Odin often went from one name to another in the same stanza! 

I’m not halfway through the book, and I’m still finding a new name for Odin on almost every page. For example, here’s a list of just a sampling of the ones I’ve found so far:

Sigfather - means “father of victory.”

Tveggi - means “twofold.”

Hor - means “the high one.”

Bolverk- “the evil one.” He used this to trick Suttung for the mead that granted him the gift of poetry. The story goes that as Odin was hightailing it in the form of an eagle away from Suttung, a mighty giant, he spilled some and inadvertently bestowed the gift of poetry on man. 

Hroptatyr - crier of the gods

Heerfather - father of the host

Ygg- means “the terrible.”

Gagnrath

Thund - the thunderer

Son of Bestla

The All-Father

Odin the Old

Val-Father- father of the slain

Herran or Herion - the ruler

Omi - the shouter

Oski- the god of wishes

Nikar- the overthrower

Fiolnir - the many-shaped

Atrith - the rider

Baleyg - the flaming eyed

Bileyg - the shifty eyed

Gangleri - the wanderer (I like this one)

Glapsvith - swift in deceit

Grimnir- the hooded

Harbarth  or Harvard - Greybeard

Gondlir- wand bearer

Helblindi- hell-blinder

Hjalmberi- the helmet-bearer

Ofnir- the bewilderer 

Swath - the truthful

Sanngetal- the truth teller

Sithhott- with broad hat

Svafnir- the sleep-bringer

Svipal - the changing 

Val - the wakeful

Thrithi- the third

Thekk - the much-loved

Woden- where we get the name “Wednesday” from.

Remember, this is a SHORT list of the names used to identify Odin. I realize that THE God I follow  (Jesus, Savior, I AM, Prince of Peace, etc) also has a host of names, but Odin may have more.

Why did he seem to have so many names? There have been several theories, but the theory I think is perhaps the most reasonable is imagination and diversity, and Vikingr. The Norse boasted some ingenious and creative minds. The used kennings, short phrases that describe something, but mean something else. Like “the whale’s road,” meant “ocean.” They probably never heard of a cliche, because they didn’t seem to like them. Instead they used word play to come up with new ways of describing common events and things. Also, they were the world travelers of their day, and different dialects may have interpreted the names in different ways, accounting for sometimes very different spellings of the same name.

In a future post, I want to dive into the kenning names of Odin, and also write a short biography of the man behind the god. This stuff just fascinates me. I’m also planning a post about Odin’s wise sayings in the Havamol. And also a separate post of some of Odin’s stories and Shenanigans that you may have never heard of, but will be richer for knowing. 

Have a great day, everyone. I have the morning off for a dermatology appointment. 

Callie!

My gentle-

souled, humanitarian daughter is arriving tonight! I’m so excited!