(Posterity, if any spelling police are lurking...)
I was totally clueless about a heck of a lot of things, like fashion sense. Those are indeed, canary-yellow breeches. Oh, yeah. How do ya like my Moccasin Boots? Hey, it's 1969, I am groooovy. I was clueless, but I knew enough to turn out my mare before I worked with her. Round pens weren't even invented yet;) I'm just playing with her, chasing her around like the predator I am. She's having a blast. Cute fat pony in the background, huh?
She was a lovely mare, wasn't she. I wish I had more pictures of her. Not a one over fences. She wasn't particularly scopey, but she always pinned well in the hacks. I wish I'd appreciated her more. Her height rankled me. I kept jammin' ZEV down her, hoping she'd at least stick 15.3, but nope. Her genetics decreed 15.2 and a half, and that was IT.
Anthropopreposterocious!
I have a fourth meaning, which hopefully will be clearer than my third meaning.
The biggest mistakes we make as animal handlers usually/always stems from a lack of anthropomorphism, in reverse. Or, animopomorphism, where we assume our reactions are shared by our animals, in every instance. Hey, if nothing else, this post may be helpful at Scrabble games.
So, I find it anthropopreposterocious that many humans insist on denying their own anthropomorphistic tendencies. There is nothing wrong with ascribing "human" emotions to animals. Just make sure you correctly ascertain which emotion you're seeing in the animal.
Truly Bizarro Movie, from 1967..
Hah, half watching a 1967 movie "Reflections in a Golden Eye". Marlon Brando, Liz Taylor and Brian Keith?? On a military base, horse farm too. Half watching it for the horses. Looks like Liz is riding an Andalusian. Brian Keith isn't a terrible rider! They go flying over steeplechase type fences, and nobody falls off!
Marlon plays a repressed homosexual General or something. Both he and his movie wife Liz are hot for this Strange Sombre Soldier Stable Boy. SSSSB is admired as a horse whisperer, and has an odd propensity for going hacking in the nude, and hiding in Liz's room and smelling her clothing, while she sleeps. Liz is having an affair with Brian Keith.. Marlon is a terrible rider, no acting required.
WEIRD, strangely funny movie... OMG, there's Julie Harris, playing Brian Keith's cheated wife.. Lots of ominous music. Cast of frickin' thousands. John Huston directed. Not one of his finer moments..
Good GRIEF! Marlon Brando rides (badly), and then beats the living snot out of Liz Taylor's special Andalusian horse!! Liz Taylor thrashes Marlon on the head with her riding crop! Marlon shoots/kills (in Liz's bedroom) the mysterious SSSSB peeping-tom/panty-sniffer buck-nekkid-riding soldier groom guy horse whisperer!! The final scene is three jerked camera shots, repeated over and over. One, of Marlon, his face contorted with killing rage. One of Liz, doing her best "ScrEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEM!". One of the dead SSSSB. The dead guy totally steals the scene.
JEESH! Now THAT is Drama, folks, with a capital MA. Whatever John Huston was smoking, it just wasn't a good thing.
Looks like there was some pretty screwed up morals going on that year. That explains so much, doesn't it?? 1967. Bad year to be foaled out, so many crazy changes in the world were going on. Good changes, some of them, don't get me wrong. I'm talkin' purely from the broodmare's stress point of view;)
Makes me nervous, just thinking about it:)
Only a very few, very special people turned out right, like Fern Valley. And of course, any of my other precious few readers born that very odd year. 1967. Feelin' grooovy...
OH, I'm reading TempleGrandin's book, "Animals Make Us Human". My neck's hurting from nodding agreement at so much of what she's saying.
Fascinating woman, she is. We are animals, deep down. Deep down, is where we're trying to get at, when we work with them. Oh, crap, never mind. I have to keep reading:)
I'll be back before Christmas, (I know you're anxiously awaiting my dried-up stick tree picture) but if I miss you, have a merry, safe, warm, well-fed Christmas.
To Good Horses, at any time of year!
Okay, and to bad Movies, well worth the sociological study. We can learn a lot from past mistakes. We CAN. Doesn't mean we will:)
11 comments:
First!
Looking forward to the Charlie Brown tree.
Is that you, behind the giant mare? Pretty cute kid.
Funny post GL.
1967, hmmmmm, I can't imagine what you were referring to.
Daggoneit, 2nd!
I tell you, give BH a little time off from school and look what happens, she steals first!
She was a nice mare I think , but at that age , we are all looking for the next big thing! Also looking forward to the tree. 1967, I suspect I am glad I was too young to remember
Beautiful mare.
That was a great film, but I haven't watched it in years.
Please blog about Temple's insights.
I gotta see if Netflix has that movie- I am fascinated.
I truly love your movie reviews, can we expect more?
GL -
I love your posts. So offbeat. And yes, more movie reviews!
On this whole anthropiddlypop stuff
(seriously, who the heck do you spell that again?)....I've never understand this interest in puppy dog horses or "in your pocket" horses or whatever you call them. I've always appreciated a horse that knew it was a horse!
Yesterday morning, I drove up to the pasture just as a client was driving up to pick up some food, my lovely white mare came cantering and nickering to the fence. My client thought it was "so cute" that she was running up to say "hi mom!"
I told him I hated to blow the sweet image, but what she was really saying was "where's the breakfast food lady????"
What I love is the horsey sigh. The one they do when they've gotten past their horse instincts and settled down into whatever it is their human is doing/asking. The "okay, I guess I've agreed that we'll work together on this project. You seem okay and this is interesting even though I'd STILL rather be back in the pasture eating alfalfa, just so you know."
Or at least, that's how I read it.
You have to love the interpretations that some people arrive at...one student keeps trying to figure out her horse's deep seated unconscious motivation. Her horse keeps trying to toss her on her head...I think he's entertaining himself by making student make funny squeally noises. Plus he gets cookies when she has to catch him up again.
Just think, if you would have thought up a cool name for the 'game' you were playing with your horse you'd be in the money!
Kestrel -
That reminds me of a story my dad told me. He had a favorite shetland pony when he was a kid. The pony had a tendency to buck. Everytime he bucked a kid off, they gave him a cookie. Pretty soon they had the best bucking bronc Shetland in 5 counties. Which they thought was great, of course.
Isn't it amazing what you can train a horse to do with a few goodies!
Yup, nice mare. I remember 1967, I think BH was born in '67.
Yup, we are animals. Much better than being a vegetable or mineral. I had a very superior pompous man inform me, he was not an animal. I said, "So, what are you a plant?" He said, "Pardon me?" I responded, "You know, like a vegetable." I was like 11, and he was pretty pissed.
My tree didn't come out right this year. It is a Doug Fir, they were out of Nobles. I think it has 8 strands of lights on it. We're missing a box of ornaments so it isn't as plush as usual. It is still nice though. I may add some more stuff as I look at it longer. It lacks balance and flow. Gotta work on that. Hey, I might be excessive...but gotta have balance and flow to go with it. lmao. I think the tree is maybe 6' tall. BH had to divide up the lights into different plugs...blew the fuse.
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