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Traditional headdress from a region in Holland. It looks like they have "antennas" on their heads, like a cargo cult for antique devices.
From Esisteinfach on TG
Our mayor must have been! He remained for more than the usual time.
Taken at AEther Salon of New Babbage, Academy of Industry (1, 54, 106)
Phlogisticated Aetheric-Ray Condenser Capture.
(Problems with the printer at the event caused these to come out quite purple. Happy to provide replacements if people prefer.)
Hayes Valley, San Francisco
Aether is a retailer of outdoor clothing. They stacked three cargo containers to build their store. It's not meant to be permanent. At some point the space will be turned over for permanent retail/condo projects. Still a very creative container design.
Voyage - Conceived and created by UK-based studio Aether & Hemera
A flotilla of colourful origami boats which interacts with viewers
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Imam Ali [the Fourth Caliph] said, ‘If I could explain the meaning of the Naming, camels couldn’t bear its weight.’
Now, about why our prayers aren’t accepted:
During the period of his caliphate, the chieftain of a tribe becomes a Muslim. He trusts in his knowledge, he wants to visit Ali. He gets on his camel and comes over. He goes, it’s a shack. Omar and Othman were like that, too.
Ali sends him to a rich place for the night. He comes back the next morning. He bothers Ali for four or five days. ‘I’m the leader of such-and-such a tribe,’ he says. ‘I’m very rich, I want to get richer. Give me some advice.’
Ali takes him to where mud bricks are being made. ‘What is this?’ ‘It’s mud, it’s earth.’ He places his hand on one: ‘How rich are you?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Here you are. This mud brick is ten times what you’re worth.’
He takes it, the mud brick has become gold! ‘This is so many carats of gold. Take it and have it measured, they won’t be able to name its price. This is mud from the soil of Ali.’
Before he goes, he asks: ‘Ali, how did you turn this earth into gold?’ ‘The Chapter of Sincerity.’ ‘Repeat it, repeat it,’ he wrote it down. ‘Say: God is One,’ he doesn’t know that yet.
He doesn’t say, ‘He made gold out of mud,’ he says, ‘He gave me a gold brick.’ His wife is happy, they’re so rich. He goes and gathers his tribe. He has thousands of mud bricks made. His greed is insatiable.
The mud bricks dry. He takes five bricks and comes to his room. He places three pieces on this side, two on that, he recites ‘Say: God is One’ on them all night long. In the morning he looks, it’s still the same mud. Twenty days, a month, no change.
He places two bricks on the camel’s saddle and goes straight to Ali.
‘I’ve learned it, I’ve been reciting for a month. Nothing happens. Could the soil be bad?’
Ali smiles. ‘I recited ‘Say: God is One’ in place of the Greatest Name prayer. God accepted it. I gave you the prayer and I gave you the brick, but I didn’t give you this mouth or this tongue.’
‘The solution?’
‘Go, stop eating your daily food, distribute the rest to the tribe in God’s way. Give all your wealth to the poor tomorrow, and you’ll make gold out of mud.’
‘Ali, forgive me, I can’t do that. How can I?’
‘Then the mud won’t become gold.’
‘Perhaps another brick? …’
‘Go on, this is enough for you.’
Every prayer is the prayer of the Greatest Name, as long as the tongue is straightened, the tongue, the tongue. This body must become the Greatest Name, it must accept it. Let’s work until we find it. Aha!
Dame Ordinal Malaprop, famed not only for her whimsical weapons and defensive gear (the bee gun, the hatpin, the personal ban-line, the grid-crash protection box... [really, I could go on and on]) but also for her wit, and feats of derring-do across the grids, and Miss Hyasynth Tiramsu, the creative breath of fresh air that drives Silent Sparrow (please note the cuttlefish) will shed new light to the meaning and importance - nay, necessity - of Whimsy in these our times.
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This month, the Aether Salon will take a field trip to the exotic and beautiful Steelhead Shanghai. Once there, hosts TotalLunar Eclipse, Riven Homewood, and Elegia Underwood will regale us with tales of the region.
For more about the Aether Salon, visit http://aethersalon.blogspot.com/