Oh, my god - finally. Finally, a picture of these two I can put on my blog because I actually like it, not because I’m trying to make some stupid point. To be honest, I don’t even care about whether or not we’re looking at a baby bump here. All I can see is that, for the first time (at least in my overly-critical opinion), she is convincing me that she really loves him. I’ve failed miserably to see that in other pictures, many of which are beautiful, but none, until this one, have I been able to think of as just plain pretty. Here she is smiling (not pouting), her hair isn’t all up in her face, and they’re not goofing around or wearing silly hats or trying to look like photography subjects. There is love in their eyes and I’m actually seeing it.
As for the rumor that they may be expecting (totally unconfirmed at this point in time), I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. These are exactly the kind of people who should be having children. Most other people aren’t. Old pessimistic cynics like me did our children a favor by not having them, but these are the crazy nut-case right-brainers who actually believe that world peace is possible, the deluded little dears. I blogged about people like that earlier today, and I confess it wasn’t too flattering, but even I, who sincerely believes that life has no purpose whatsoever, have to admit that a baby is a beautiful thing. That said, I do hope that if this rumor turns out to be true, we won’t have to listen to too many musings about the body being a vessel and all that female cosmic crap. I can be nice, but there’s a limit. As I write this, incidentally, my next door neighbor’s toddler is throwing his hourly tantrum. Love and light, Braelyn. You’re going to need it. ♥☀
Um. Is she pregnant? O.o
can you picture Amy Lee and Brandon Boyd together? or would that be an odd pairing?
Sure, why not? But I’ll make you a counter-proposal: Lizzy Hale. Maybe it’s because I’m so angry these days, and I’m projecting it onto Brandon, but I really think that deep down he’s angry too. I don’t know the man, but I hear it in his music, even the newer stuff, which I think is exactly why I’m so drawn to it. I just wonder if someone really earthy, someone with an edge, could help him work through whatever’s truly in there. On the other hand, maybe he’s better off with the wispy, ethereal little girlfriend he’s got. Maybe she calms him, and that’s what he needs. I don’t know. I’m hardly a head-shrinker, and he’ll do what he wants. Maybe I’m wrong about all of these people. All I know is, as long as there’s talent involved, the greater the angst, the better the music. Not that I wish angst on anyone, but you know, that’s show-biz.
Okay, so obviously I’m in a pathetic mood right now, so I decided it might be a therapeutic exercise to try to push myself into saying something positive about something I’ve negatively criticized in the past. So, for lack of a better idea, (forgive me, Baelyn fans), I visited theloversblog. I began to scroll down, trying to keep an open mind, having a bit of a difficult time with it, when I was suddenly interested to come across this photo (left) of eyeglasses. It instantly reminded me of a photo my ex-husband took several years ago in the apartment we used to live in. We had just gotten our first digital camera, and he decided to play around with it by putting our eyeglasses on the floor and taking pictures of them. I’m not sure what he was going for exactly, but he ended up with this photo (right), which we’ve always called our “ghost picture.” Do you see what looks like a person (without a head) standing in the doorway? But there was no one there that day. No mirrors, no reflections, no nothing, no nobody. To this day, we don’t know who or what that is. So what’s the moral of this story? I have no idea, and I don’t feel much better. I still don’t believe in ghosts, and I still don’t believe in lovers much either. At least not today. I suppose I still believe in Incubus. Maybe I should just go listen to some.
I’m sorry, but this reminds me of those idiot Cialis commercials (although at least this couple has the good taste to be both in the same tub). But they don’t look happy. They are gorgeous, and I’m hardly a judge of photography, but to me this isn’t the best shot.
“We went to see a retrospective of Gustav Klimt and Egon Schiele’s original paintings at the Belvedere.” —theloversblog
I wonder if they saw the originals of these. I don’t love every Klimt in the world, but these two have been hanging on my walls for a million years. I don’t know why, but I get kind of a strange feeling when I find out I like the same art as the celebs I blog about.
Hey Vicky :) Im just dropping by to say that I love all of your posts! Who cares what 'anonymous' writes! Keep up the awesome work!! Love & Light :)
Wow, thanks, my friend! Maybe I shouldn’t press my luck, but dare I say that if there’s any more peace, love, and Incubus on this blog today I might just have to change my name to Baelyn?! ♥
PS I believe that we shall disagree on this topic. I am truly sorry that what you think of as beautiful offends you if it is female, but if it is male then you celebrate it. It is all the same. Find your male mirror image, celebrate that, and find the true beauty that is you... Love
Oh, goodness, please don’t get me wrong. Granted, I have many hang-ups, but this one is truly not a male/female thing. It’s odd when you become enamored with celebrities, especially those who express themselves artistically. You think you know them, but you really don’t. So this, of course, is total speculation on my part, because I obviously don’t know Brandon Boyd personally, but I think what I find interesting, and what enables me to relate to him more, is that I sense a streak of anger and frustration in his work, even though so much of it is so very positive. If this is indeed true about him, it might speak to what I think you’re also saying, that even those blessed with physical beauty (regardless of gender) face their own particular challenges because of it, or in spite of it, and it doesn’t do anyone any good to be jealous. I do agree with that, and I do appreciate your responses. I hope you don’t mind that I’ve published them rather than answering you privately. It’s an interesting discussion, and I think (or at least I hope) there may be others who find it so as well.
The illustrations are so wonderful. Now let me tell you a very amazing story. When Baelyn was 5 years old.. we watched the Elepahnt Man. She was wondering why people treated him so terrible. She thought he was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. I told her that beauty was nothing unless it was celebrated within. The reason he was beautiful to her was because of his goodness. I told her always to remember that her beauty was a gift that formed through goodness, kindness, & love.
Ah, but I would respectfully suggest that this idea is a whole lot easier to subscribe to when you truly do meet our society’s criteria for beautiful – when you’re thin and blonde and proportional and symmetrical. For the rest of us, it can be a bit more challenging to accept. True, outer beauty can shine less brightly if it isn’t matched by what’s inside, and it’s also true that there are some extraordinary people (such as Baelyn, as you’ve pointed out) who can see beyond a flawed exterior and recognize the beauty within. But unfortunately, those people are few and far between. Those of us who were not gifted with aesthetic beauty know too well that, most of the time, no matter how good our hearts may be, it sure does help if you also have a pretty face.
Today’s conversation about Baelyn Neff has reminded me of a lesson I once learned from my favorite short story: Charming, by Hans Christian Andersen. (It’s not a fairy tale - he wrote regular stories too.) It’s about a sculptor who falls in love with a very beautiful girl named Kala, but after they’re married he realizes she doesn’t have a whole lot going on upstairs. A friend of hers named Sophie comes to visit, who isn’t very attractive at all, but is very bright and witty. Kala eventually dies, and the sculptor ends up marrying Sophie. One day he says to her (I’m paraphrasing), “I can’t believe I wasted all that time with Kala, who was very beautiful, but had no substance. I’m so much happier now with you.” To which Sophie replies (I’m paraphrasing again), “You shouldn’t say that about Kala because she’s in heaven now…” - (let me just say that I don’t believe in heaven, but you don’t have to in order to appreciate this story) - “She’s in heaven now, and heaven is the place where your soul unfolds and becomes all it was meant to be, and now that she’s freed from the encumbrances of earthly existence, it’s quite possible she’s one of the most spectacular people up there.”
There are a couple of different reasons why I like this story so much. Here’s one of them. I was raised by very nice people who taught me not to judge others on the basis of their looks. I thought I was pretty enlightened on that score, but this story took it one step further and taught me that you should never judge anyone at all. Even the people you know very well (or think you do) can surprise you sometimes. So if my posts about Baelyn or anyone else ever get too snobby or critical, you’re invited to get right up in my ask and chew me out about it. Deal?
A quick word now about the illustration. I’ve always been a fan of this artist, Harry Clarke, and of art nouveau in general. Clarke did a lot of illustrations for Andersen’s stories, although this picture, I think, is an illustration from Faust. Clarke’s work is often compared to that of Aubrey Beardsley, of whom Brandon Boyd is a hard-core devotee (so much so that he’s got the guy tattooed on his wrist). Just goes to show that even right-brainers (like Brandon), and left-brainers (like me), can think alike. Another lesson learned.
How sweet of you to respond. With respect to the spirit, I am an old woman and I have had many experiences with the spirit world. At 5 years old I had my first visitation from a woman who told me she would be with me all my life. Events from then on proved she was right there to help me sort it all out. Baelyn and Brandon speak the same language only he is metaphorically more skilled at weaving his words in colorful and with double entendre. Spirit is exp. thnx for all the colors and love.
Exchange of ideas. This is why I love Tumblr.
so you're not too fond of Baelyn?
Having never met her, I can’t say whether I’m fond of her or not. I can only go by what she writes, and based on that alone, all I can say is that I just don’t get her. But everyone is entitled to their ideas and beliefs. Obviously, if she is happy, and if she makes others happy, she must be doing something right.
It is hard to determine why some people cause us to react in certain ways. Baelyn I can say from experience makes a person face what is lacking in their own life. She has helped me face my own demons with food, and health. She has also helped me to learn a new way of communication that is more sensitive while always giving myself space to be a powerful woman. She has taught me that I have a right to expect respect from those around me as long as I give it at all times. Nothing wrong w/love
I’m so glad to hear from you, and was hoping you’d respond. I know how much you admire Baelyn, and that was the very reason I hesitated to blog about her at first. Truly, the last thing I ever want to do is offend anyone, especially since I’m old enough to remember the hard time everyone gave Yoko Ono for being “the girlfriend” back in the day, and how badly we all felt about it later. It all comes out of jealousy, and regret, and you’re right – having to face what is lacking in one’s own life. Obviously, I am struggling with many demons of my own right now, which is the whole point of this blog, frivolous though it may seem most of the time. It’s just that, when you get to this kind of strange place in your life, you start looking at yourself, and at other people, and wondering what makes them happy, and if they know something you can latch onto to make yourself feel better. Sometimes you might find something useful, but other times you catch an idea and consider it for a while, but then you have to toss it back. All I meant to say in my post about Baelyn is that, for me, spirituality is one of those things I always end up tossing back. So many people find so much strength and comfort in it, but it just doesn’t speak to me, and I find it curious that some of the things Brandon Boyd talks about (not all, by any means, but some) speak to me on such a profound level, but I just can’t seem to relate to Baelyn’s take on many things. I certainly meant no disrespect, though, and welcome other views. I’m actually encouraged if anything I write sparks any kind of dialogue. My only regret now is perpetuating the rumor that she is pregnant, because I have absolutely no information on that. I was just repeating something I heard, a mistake I won’t make again.
What ? baelyn is pregnant ??? is that true ??
No idea. It was just a rumor, and I should not have perpetuated it, though it would be sweet if true. And coming from me, that’s saying a lot. If I were queen of the world, I’d probably pass some kind of Draconian edict to try to get people to stop having so many children, but for these two I’d make an exception. Fortunately for everyone else, I’m not queen of the world.
On the virtue of biting one’s tongue.