Saturday, 30 June 2012
yellow light - of monsters and men
I'm looking for a place to start,
But everything feels so different now.
Just grab a hold of my hand,
I will lead you through this wonderland.
Water up to my knees,
But sharks are swimming in the sea.
Just follow my yellow light
And ignore all those big warning signs.
Somewhere deep in the dark
A howling beast hears us talk.
I dare you to close your eyes
And see all the colors in disguise.
Running into the night,
The earth is shaking and I see a light.
The light is blinding my eyes
As the soft walls eat us alive.
But everything feels so different now.
Just grab a hold of my hand,
I will lead you through this wonderland.
Water up to my knees,
But sharks are swimming in the sea.
Just follow my yellow light
And ignore all those big warning signs.
Somewhere deep in the dark
A howling beast hears us talk.
I dare you to close your eyes
And see all the colors in disguise.
Running into the night,
The earth is shaking and I see a light.
The light is blinding my eyes
As the soft walls eat us alive.
Thursday, 28 June 2012
book quote - part ten
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, 'Women who run with the wolves':
“Sometimes the one who is running from the Life/Death/Life nature insists on thinking of love as a boon only. Yet love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase, one aspect of love, and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased away and surfaces another time. To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings, and many many beginnings- all in the same relationship.”
“How does one know if she has forgiven? You tend to feel sorrow over the circumstance instead of rage, you tend to feel sorry for the person rather than angry with him. You tend to have nothing left to say about it all.”
“Sometimes the one who is running from the Life/Death/Life nature insists on thinking of love as a boon only. Yet love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase, one aspect of love, and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased away and surfaces another time. To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings, and many many beginnings- all in the same relationship.”
“How does one know if she has forgiven? You tend to feel sorrow over the circumstance instead of rage, you tend to feel sorry for the person rather than angry with him. You tend to have nothing left to say about it all.”
eugene choo store, vancouver, b.c.
Monday, 25 June 2012
doctors for refugees
Amazingly inspiring protest (of two, one of which I knew in Guelph) for upsetting cuts to refugee healthcare.
Sunday, 24 June 2012
my interweb crush
is Nathan J. Barnatt. I've posted a few of his videos on blog and I think my favorite "character" of his is Trale Lewous, the official spokesperson for Skittles.
Check it:
Check it:
Saturday, 23 June 2012
kenetic movement
Ordis 2007 from Strandbeest on Vimeo.
Genius! Theo Jansen: http://www.strandbeest.com/index.php
Friday, 22 June 2012
book quote - part nine
Antoine De Saint-Exupery, 'The Little Prince':
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
"Language is the source of misunderstandings."
"That is the hardest thing of all. It is much harder to judge yourself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself, it's because you're truly a wise man."
"You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed."
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
"Language is the source of misunderstandings."
"That is the hardest thing of all. It is much harder to judge yourself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself, it's because you're truly a wise man."
"You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed."
Wednesday, 20 June 2012
book quote - part eight
Douglas Coupland, 'Life After God':
“The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing -- a blanket -- the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.”
“And I think back over my own life and I realize that my own nature-the core me-essentially hasn’t changed all these years. When I wake up in the morning, for those first few moments before I remember where I am or when I am, I still feel that same way I did when I woke up at the age of five.”
“The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing -- a blanket -- the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.”
“And I think back over my own life and I realize that my own nature-the core me-essentially hasn’t changed all these years. When I wake up in the morning, for those first few moments before I remember where I am or when I am, I still feel that same way I did when I woke up at the age of five.”
Sunday, 17 June 2012
book quote - part six
David Sedaris - 'When You Are Engulfed In Flames':
"Sometimes the sins you haven't committed are all you have left to hold onto."
"Given time, I guess anything can look good. All it has to do is survive."
"Sometimes the sins you haven't committed are all you have left to hold onto."
"Given time, I guess anything can look good. All it has to do is survive."
Saturday, 16 June 2012
j'adore midcentury furniture
Etsy search finds (i want new tables and hope to get vintage). Aren't these beautiful!
Friday, 15 June 2012
book quote - part five
Jeanette Winterson, 'Sexing the Cherry':
"I think it is often so that those most in need of change choose to fall in love and then throw up their arms and blame it all on fate. But it is not fate, at least, not if fate is something outside of us; it is a choice made in secret after nights of longing."
"A man or woman sunk in dreams that cannot be spoken, about a life they do not possess, come suddenly to a door in the wall. They open it. Beyond the door is that life and a man or a woman to whom it is already natural. It may not be possessions they want, it may very well be the lack of them, but the secret life is revealed. This is their true home and this is their beloved. I may be cynical when I say that very rarely is the beloved more than a shaping spirit for the lover's dreams. And perhaps such a thing is enough. To be a muse may be enough. The pain is the dreams change, as they do, as they must. Suddenly the enchanted city fades and you are left alone again in the windy desert. As for your beloved, she didn't understand you. The truth is, you never understood yourself."
"I think it is often so that those most in need of change choose to fall in love and then throw up their arms and blame it all on fate. But it is not fate, at least, not if fate is something outside of us; it is a choice made in secret after nights of longing."
"A man or woman sunk in dreams that cannot be spoken, about a life they do not possess, come suddenly to a door in the wall. They open it. Beyond the door is that life and a man or a woman to whom it is already natural. It may not be possessions they want, it may very well be the lack of them, but the secret life is revealed. This is their true home and this is their beloved. I may be cynical when I say that very rarely is the beloved more than a shaping spirit for the lover's dreams. And perhaps such a thing is enough. To be a muse may be enough. The pain is the dreams change, as they do, as they must. Suddenly the enchanted city fades and you are left alone again in the windy desert. As for your beloved, she didn't understand you. The truth is, you never understood yourself."
Thursday, 14 June 2012
book quote - part four
Henry Miller:
"Give, give recklessly. We are only part of an endless process with nothing to gain or lose. Only to live out."
"Give, give recklessly. We are only part of an endless process with nothing to gain or lose. Only to live out."
Monday, 11 June 2012
"back pain wayne"
Am I only finding this funny because I'm in pain?! I have even snorted, I was laughing that much.
Back Pain Wayne (Part 1 is really good too):
Back Pain Wayne (Part 1 is really good too):
book quote - part three
Barbara Gowdy:
"things look different from different angles and in different lights. What this meant to her was that everything hinged on where you happened to be standing at a given moment, or even on who you imagined you were. It meant that in certain lights, desire sprang up out of nowhere."
"things look different from different angles and in different lights. What this meant to her was that everything hinged on where you happened to be standing at a given moment, or even on who you imagined you were. It meant that in certain lights, desire sprang up out of nowhere."
Sunday, 10 June 2012
roni horn and the library of water
My sprained ankle has thrown me into a sedentary mode, which has meant a lot of reading, watching cinema and looking through my old journals. I often write references in my journals, small notes and even passwords (I don't recommend doing that though. It took way too long to find a password one time!).
It turns out that exhibit is at the Library of Water in Stykkishólmur, Iceland. A very beautiful place I visited in Iceland, but when we arrived at the Library it was closed (see photo below).
From the Library of Water (Vatnasafn) website, describing Roni's work:
A collection of water gathered as ice from some of the major glaciers in Iceland, formed many millennia ago and now rapidly receding; and an archive of weather reports gathered from people living in and around Stykkishólmur (coincidentally the very same place where the first regular monitoring of meteorological conditions in Iceland was undertaken by Árni Thorlacius in 1845.) The selection of water is housed, transparent and still, in a constellation of glass columns which flow through the interior, reflecting and refracting the light outside and illuminating the interior as it becomes dark. The collection of weather reports has been published as a book, is being serialised in the national daily newspaper Morgunblaðið, and will continue to grow in the years to come.
I now see that the "You are the Weather" exhibit is not Roni Horn's but only at her gallery. This exhibit is by Margret H. Blondal.
The Library of Water website includes a glossary of weather terms and equates them to human moods. I really like this idea. Haven't you ever had that sort of day where your mood matches the weather? And when it doesn't, how do you get around that? If your mood is dark and gloomy, yet the weather is sunny and bright what do you do?
http://www.libraryofwater.is/glossary_english.html
I stumbled upon this reference I wrote in 2009:
Artist - Roni Horn - Minimalist.
"You are the Weather", Iceland
It turns out that exhibit is at the Library of Water in Stykkishólmur, Iceland. A very beautiful place I visited in Iceland, but when we arrived at the Library it was closed (see photo below).
From the Library of Water (Vatnasafn) website, describing Roni's work:
A collection of water gathered as ice from some of the major glaciers in Iceland, formed many millennia ago and now rapidly receding; and an archive of weather reports gathered from people living in and around Stykkishólmur (coincidentally the very same place where the first regular monitoring of meteorological conditions in Iceland was undertaken by Árni Thorlacius in 1845.) The selection of water is housed, transparent and still, in a constellation of glass columns which flow through the interior, reflecting and refracting the light outside and illuminating the interior as it becomes dark. The collection of weather reports has been published as a book, is being serialised in the national daily newspaper Morgunblaðið, and will continue to grow in the years to come.
I now see that the "You are the Weather" exhibit is not Roni Horn's but only at her gallery. This exhibit is by Margret H. Blondal.
The Library of Water website includes a glossary of weather terms and equates them to human moods. I really like this idea. Haven't you ever had that sort of day where your mood matches the weather? And when it doesn't, how do you get around that? If your mood is dark and gloomy, yet the weather is sunny and bright what do you do?
http://www.libraryofwater.is/glossary_english.html
haunting dreamlike images
I know haunted images have become my dreams and I think those images may be from the world I live in. Here is a random sampling of what I think are some dream-like photos (intentional or not).
Saturday, 9 June 2012
quotes from books - part two
'Walden' by Henry David Thoreau:
"I wanted to live deep and suck out the marrow of life"
"Simplicity! Simplicity! Simplicity! I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand."
"Follow your genius closely enough and it will not fail to show you a fresh prospect every hour."
"I wanted to live deep and suck out the marrow of life"
"Simplicity! Simplicity! Simplicity! I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand."
"Follow your genius closely enough and it will not fail to show you a fresh prospect every hour."
Thursday, 7 June 2012
the only blog i've followed for years: Sartorialist
I realized when I logged onto Scott Schuman's blog today, that this is the only blog I have faithfully followed for years (probably since 2007). And in the recent years, I've started to follow Garance Dore's blog (his girlfriend) as well. Fashion is brings lightness to our hard world and allows a culture to speak.
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
quotes from books - part one - the history of love
I was reminded of this excellant book by Nicole Krause recently. I often record great book passages in a book and a friend was flipping through one of those books and found the quote below from the book 'The History of Love'. Maybe I will start posting book passages here!
So many words get lost.
They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves.
There was a time when it wasn't uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations.
Shy people carried a little bundle of string in their pockets,
but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it,
since those used to being overheard by everyone
were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone.
The physical distance between two people using a string was often small;
sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.
The practice of attaching cups to the ends of the string came much later.
Some say it is related to their irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears,
to hear the still-surviving echo of the world's first expression.
Others say it was started by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean
by a girl who left for America.
When the world grew bigger,
and there wasn't enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing
into the vastness,
the telephone was invented.
Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said.
In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form,
is conduct a person's silence.
So many words get lost.
They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves.
There was a time when it wasn't uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations.
Shy people carried a little bundle of string in their pockets,
but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it,
since those used to being overheard by everyone
were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone.
The physical distance between two people using a string was often small;
sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.
The practice of attaching cups to the ends of the string came much later.
Some say it is related to their irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears,
to hear the still-surviving echo of the world's first expression.
Others say it was started by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean
by a girl who left for America.
When the world grew bigger,
and there wasn't enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing
into the vastness,
the telephone was invented.
Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said.
In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form,
is conduct a person's silence.
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
Transit of Venus
Best coverage - includes historical tidbits:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/2012/jun/05/transit-of-venus-live-coverage
Monday, 4 June 2012
Vegas Part Three
My tan consists of more freckles:
This poster is the norm in Vegas. We now know what I know what a winning hand is...
Fremont Street:
The gang o'ladies near AtlAtl rock:
This poster is the norm in Vegas. We now know what I know what a winning hand is...
Fremont Street:
The gang o'ladies near AtlAtl rock:
Vegas Part Two
Oh, yes and I forgot to mention...I twisted my ankle and can only walk on 1 foot! I am going for x-rays this morning. Fingers crossed it is just a sprain! Damn Vegas.
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