Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Wicked Gil
Oh lordness I can't concentrate a second. There are so many things out in the wide world I'd rather be doing. Of course I'm not doing any of those particular things either...Yes next week, when exams and assignments aren't COMPLETELY crushing my soul I shall do this:
1. Continue with the pictures: morn, noon, night
2. Go to The Student Magazine: write their pieces
and get a reference letter
3. Send N.E.E.T. a portfolio of my art. Already on
the laptop so not much to do besides gathering
gumption.
Playlist: "Wickedgil" and "ourswords" by Band Of
Horses
1. Continue with the pictures: morn, noon, night
2. Go to The Student Magazine: write their pieces
and get a reference letter
3. Send N.E.E.T. a portfolio of my art. Already on
the laptop so not much to do besides gathering
gumption.
Playlist: "Wickedgil" and "ourswords" by Band Of
Horses
Friday, October 24, 2008
3 poems I thought quite
By Richard Brautigan (suggested by a malady of a breeder's mind)
"Your Catfish Friend"
If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond. I wish
somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond? It seems like
a perfect place for them."
"Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4"
1. Get enough food to eat,
and eat it.
2. Find a place to sleep where it is quiet,
and sleep there.
3. Reduce intellectual activity and emotional noise
until you arrive at the silence of yourself,
and listen to it.
4.
"All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace"
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
Playlist: My Chemical Romance and an insistent voice in my head saying "Postitpostpostit!" which sounds a lot like Pos tit....
"Your Catfish Friend"
If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond. I wish
somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond? It seems like
a perfect place for them."
"Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4"
1. Get enough food to eat,
and eat it.
2. Find a place to sleep where it is quiet,
and sleep there.
3. Reduce intellectual activity and emotional noise
until you arrive at the silence of yourself,
and listen to it.
4.
"All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace"
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
Playlist: My Chemical Romance and an insistent voice in my head saying "Postitpostpostit!" which sounds a lot like Pos tit....
Mystery...calling all DETECTIVES!!!
Who did this...because I thought I took a picture of the painter but I didn't.
Darn, darn, darn.
Whoo, okay now don't swear while looking at an object from the house of the gods:Le Louvre in Paris, France.
Darn, darn, darn.
Whoo, okay now don't swear while looking at an object from the house of the gods:Le Louvre in Paris, France.
Edict OT General #7: New Endeavors with Water Drum 1, 2, & 3
I have endeavored upon a new task. It's quite strange (for a person of my temperament), possibly influenced by a soundtrack supplied by the Baka Forest People (with their excellent water drumming and meant to calm such notions as the ones listed above. I will be photographing myself daily. Notice if you will: I found myself beautiful While on holiday even though I took photo after photo. I became comfortable with my image. I was far away from all I'd known and who had known me. There was no one around to tell what I was or wasn't. There wasn't time to lose that last ten pounds. There wasn't space in my head for "...isn't that grin a bit too wide?" when I'm standing in Versailles. I'm going to carry my camera all the time and take photos of myslef everywhere to remind me: this is who I am. This flesh encapsulates my spirit.
There is today no better day.
Playlist: Baka Forest People, the drone of necessary homework buzz buzzing at my ear, and the inticement of N.E.E.T. (Guess who won out? Of Course. The will is strong, the body? WEAK. Epic Fail...I need to stop saying "Epic Fail" What the FUCK does that even mean in this modern day and age??? In order to get that out of my common vernacular I need to stop hanging out with so many bloody guys.)
There is today no better day.
Playlist: Baka Forest People, the drone of necessary homework buzz buzzing at my ear, and the inticement of N.E.E.T. (Guess who won out? Of Course. The will is strong, the body? WEAK. Epic Fail...I need to stop saying "Epic Fail" What the FUCK does that even mean in this modern day and age??? In order to get that out of my common vernacular I need to stop hanging out with so many bloody guys.)
Monday, July 28, 2008
Edict OT General #6: Vogue Italia
My cousin had this interesting link (http://www.theroot.com/id/47067 ) regarding Vogue Italia's Black Issue. This was my response which I thought post worthy:
Wow I've been seeing this Italian Vogue popping up and around in alot of places for awhile now but I have as yet ascertained what exactly my stance on the issue can even be right now. Yeah let me try and spell it out and eventually my head and consciousness will realign their communication skills. Man I hate when they get out of sync!
There is a sense of exoticism in these magazines but i have experienced that in everyday life by merely interacting daily with people of many races.
And do I not too find myself in a mind state of "other" when I not only praise but continue the cycle of cultural generalizations that occur when I discuss such idiosyncrasies such as japanophiling, etc? I'm not sure if the right word for that is racism and it may be that the right word doesn't exist in the English language.
There is a humanity in looking at people, subjects, and ideas outside of our daily realm that causes us to generally step back and I'm not sure if its question, overexamine, or what but it IS different. I find a lot of arguments for the unresolved racist issues lie in erasing our differences. It isn't possible. In fact I would say its undesirable. We are all different. The focus and quality of those differences are what I find to be painful.
But then I have to also look at this from another point of view which is for couture their driving audience and customers are in their own vicious, illogical cycle. Most of the people rich enough to afford the clothing don't have(will never have) the body type subscribed by the catwalk but try to fit in that mold. Those meager few who do fit the mold usually cannot afford the clothes...I think we need to understand that we are not dealing with a rational utopian infrastructure ready to move as one toward change. Using more environmentally friendly materials, less child labour...those are still processes being overcome. Besides a word in the designers defense: most are with the illusion of wealth and the reality of debt. Nonrefundable fabric for clothing that may not sell doesnt come cheap. The skinniest "hanger" (most models, even supermodels, are nonentities in the grand scheme of things) is the most cost effective choice.
Is Italian Vogue's Black Edition mocking the efforts of change with a subtle nonracism or is it part of the solution? Can the editors control the creative intents of its photographers and writers or the design industry itself? Who knows?
And that was the end of my piece but on a quick sidenote: This is the first time Vogue has ever sold out of an issue and had to call for a reprint. Hmm, I guess that adage about women of colour not selling to the "market" were pretty off base.
Wow I've been seeing this Italian Vogue popping up and around in alot of places for awhile now but I have as yet ascertained what exactly my stance on the issue can even be right now. Yeah let me try and spell it out and eventually my head and consciousness will realign their communication skills. Man I hate when they get out of sync!
There is a sense of exoticism in these magazines but i have experienced that in everyday life by merely interacting daily with people of many races.
And do I not too find myself in a mind state of "other" when I not only praise but continue the cycle of cultural generalizations that occur when I discuss such idiosyncrasies such as japanophiling, etc? I'm not sure if the right word for that is racism and it may be that the right word doesn't exist in the English language.
There is a humanity in looking at people, subjects, and ideas outside of our daily realm that causes us to generally step back and I'm not sure if its question, overexamine, or what but it IS different. I find a lot of arguments for the unresolved racist issues lie in erasing our differences. It isn't possible. In fact I would say its undesirable. We are all different. The focus and quality of those differences are what I find to be painful.
But then I have to also look at this from another point of view which is for couture their driving audience and customers are in their own vicious, illogical cycle. Most of the people rich enough to afford the clothing don't have(will never have) the body type subscribed by the catwalk but try to fit in that mold. Those meager few who do fit the mold usually cannot afford the clothes...I think we need to understand that we are not dealing with a rational utopian infrastructure ready to move as one toward change. Using more environmentally friendly materials, less child labour...those are still processes being overcome. Besides a word in the designers defense: most are with the illusion of wealth and the reality of debt. Nonrefundable fabric for clothing that may not sell doesnt come cheap. The skinniest "hanger" (most models, even supermodels, are nonentities in the grand scheme of things) is the most cost effective choice.
Is Italian Vogue's Black Edition mocking the efforts of change with a subtle nonracism or is it part of the solution? Can the editors control the creative intents of its photographers and writers or the design industry itself? Who knows?
And that was the end of my piece but on a quick sidenote: This is the first time Vogue has ever sold out of an issue and had to call for a reprint. Hmm, I guess that adage about women of colour not selling to the "market" were pretty off base.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
L@T: Damn Tom Cruise
Okkkaayy, this is a small thing before I get back into this blogging proper (PFT.): I go on to alot of webcomic and gossip blogs (I have to work 8 hrs in an office, doing nothing for 5 of them...sounds fun but boredom sets in, like crabs, preeettty quickly.) and this stupid 25 years of Tom Cruise website is advertised EVERYWHERE. The madness that is Cruise must stop.
Get the hell away from me Tom, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!! STOP PRESSURING ME.
Ahem, see I never meant to stab your Scientology beliefs in the heart 20x...but then again, it happened and no one really misses it. SEE YA!
BTW, bootleg "The Hulk" because Norton you ain't all that great of an editor and Liv needs to stop heaving her breastisis in her voice through every scene. That sort of acting went out with the original "King Kong" and the silent movie so put it to rest Liv, I see you.
Soundtrack: the HGTV network
Get the hell away from me Tom, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!! STOP PRESSURING ME.
Ahem, see I never meant to stab your Scientology beliefs in the heart 20x...but then again, it happened and no one really misses it. SEE YA!
BTW, bootleg "The Hulk" because Norton you ain't all that great of an editor and Liv needs to stop heaving her breastisis in her voice through every scene. That sort of acting went out with the original "King Kong" and the silent movie so put it to rest Liv, I see you.
Soundtrack: the HGTV network
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