Tomorrow i get to join in the fiesta of my friend Courtney's wedding. I absolutely cannot wait to bask in the sun with my best friends, get crrrrunk at the bachelorette, and part take in the the holy matrimony of two hilarious, lovely people.
yay for maaaawwwwwiiaggeeee.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
A Map of the US...Made of Slime Mold
This particular type of mold is finding its own ways of growing across the United States. Researches are hoping it will give scientific help to building future road systems.
I love how the natural patterns of this earth are somehow more efficient then our man made structures.
Money Money Money
freedom and restriction. Fame and failure. life and death.
Shall we go back to the barter system? I could create art every day in exchange for plane tickets, technology, and dinner parties. hmmm. yes.
Frans Lanting's lyrical nature photos | Video on TED.com
Frans Lanting's lyrical nature photos | Video on TED.com
This is an interesting video of pictures from famed Nat Geo photographer, Frans Lanting. It goes through the evolutionary theory of the earth in pictures. I love the end where he points out the blood veins and brain routes mimicking the veins in the earth and the winding rivers. this is a concept I have been reflecting on for the past couple of years as I find connections through different satellite images of the earth and microscopic images of our bodies.
This is an interesting video of pictures from famed Nat Geo photographer, Frans Lanting. It goes through the evolutionary theory of the earth in pictures. I love the end where he points out the blood veins and brain routes mimicking the veins in the earth and the winding rivers. this is a concept I have been reflecting on for the past couple of years as I find connections through different satellite images of the earth and microscopic images of our bodies.
The strive for perfection.
The Pursuit of Perfect
How many of your coworkers spend all day in search of perfect? Or, more accurately, spend all day trying to avoid making a mistake? These are very different things. Defect-free is what people are often in search of. Meeting spec. Blameless. We've all been trained since the first grade to avoid mistakes. The goal of any test, after all, is to get 100 percent. No mistakes. Get nothing wrong and you get an A, right? Read someone's resume, and discover twenty years of extraordinary exploits and one type. Which are you going to mention first? We hire for perfect, we manage for perfect, we measure for perfect, and we reward perfect. So why are we surprised that people spend their precious minutes of self-directed, focused work time trying to achieve perfect?
The problem is simple: Art is never defect-free. Things that are remarkable never meet spec, because that would make them standardized, not worth talking about.
Hopefully the point is clear, that he is advocating being an artist over trying to be error free. Your grammar isn't what you are selling.
Call of the Wild by Robert Service
Have you gazed on naked grandeur
where there’s nothing else to gaze on,
Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore,
Big mountains heaved to heaven, which the blinding sunsets blazon,
Black canyons where the rapids rip and roar?
Have you swept the visioned valley
with the green stream streaking through it,
Searched the Vastness for a something you have lost?
Have you strung your soul to silence?
Then for God’s sake go and do it;
Hear the challenge, learn the lesson, pay the cost.
Have you wandered in the wilderness, the sagebrush desolation,
The bunch-grass levels where the cattle graze?
Have you whistled bits of rag-time at the end of all creation,
And learned to know the desert’s little ways?
Have you camped upon the foothills,
have you galloped o'er the ranges,
Have you roamed the arid sun-lands through and through?
Have you chummed up with the mesa?
Do you know its moods and changes?
Then listen to the Wild -- it’s calling you.
Have you known the Great White Silence,
not a snow-gemmed twig aquiver?
(Eternal truths that shame our soothing lies).
Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river,
Dared the unknown, led the way, and clutched the prize?
Have you marked the map’s void spaces, mingled with the mongrel races,
Felt the savage strength of brute in every thew?
And though grim as hell the worst is,
can you round it off with curses?
Then hearken to the Wild -- it’s wanting you.
Have you suffered, starved and triumphed,
groveled down, yet grasped at glory,
Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole?
"Done things" just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story,
Seeing through the nice veneer the naked soul?
Have you seen God in His splendors,
heard the text that nature renders?
(You'll never hear it in the family pew).
The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things --
Then listen to the Wild -- it’s calling you.
They have cradled you in custom,
they have primed you with their preaching,
They have soaked you in convention through and through;
They have put you in a showcase; you're a credit to their teaching --
But can't you hear the Wild? -- it’s calling you.
Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us;
Let us journey to a lonely land I know.
There’s a whisper on the night-wind,
there’s a star agleam to guide us,
And the Wild is calling, calling. . .let us go.
where there’s nothing else to gaze on,
Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore,
Big mountains heaved to heaven, which the blinding sunsets blazon,
Black canyons where the rapids rip and roar?
Have you swept the visioned valley
with the green stream streaking through it,
Searched the Vastness for a something you have lost?
Have you strung your soul to silence?
Then for God’s sake go and do it;
Hear the challenge, learn the lesson, pay the cost.
Have you wandered in the wilderness, the sagebrush desolation,
The bunch-grass levels where the cattle graze?
Have you whistled bits of rag-time at the end of all creation,
And learned to know the desert’s little ways?
Have you camped upon the foothills,
have you galloped o'er the ranges,
Have you roamed the arid sun-lands through and through?
Have you chummed up with the mesa?
Do you know its moods and changes?
Then listen to the Wild -- it’s calling you.
Have you known the Great White Silence,
not a snow-gemmed twig aquiver?
(Eternal truths that shame our soothing lies).
Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river,
Dared the unknown, led the way, and clutched the prize?
Have you marked the map’s void spaces, mingled with the mongrel races,
Felt the savage strength of brute in every thew?
And though grim as hell the worst is,
can you round it off with curses?
Then hearken to the Wild -- it’s wanting you.
Have you suffered, starved and triumphed,
groveled down, yet grasped at glory,
Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole?
"Done things" just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story,
Seeing through the nice veneer the naked soul?
Have you seen God in His splendors,
heard the text that nature renders?
(You'll never hear it in the family pew).
The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things --
Then listen to the Wild -- it’s calling you.
They have cradled you in custom,
they have primed you with their preaching,
They have soaked you in convention through and through;
They have put you in a showcase; you're a credit to their teaching --
But can't you hear the Wild? -- it’s calling you.
Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us;
Let us journey to a lonely land I know.
There’s a whisper on the night-wind,
there’s a star agleam to guide us,
And the Wild is calling, calling. . .let us go.
Summer here I am.
I am realizing that summer is here.
I get to have an amazing internship with the Arts council of Long Beach
I get to witness one of my best friend's marraige
I get to travel 3000 miles to NYC for a week of fancy living and eating
I get to dive into my art and breathe out an entire show for November
I get to live in my beautiful home, be near my family, and the beach
I get to embrace the wilderness and hike whenever I want
I get to enjoy each day if I let myself enjoy each day
Enough sulking and feeling bloated. I am going and living with all of my heart.
John Muir.. You knew what to do.
The John Muir Wilderness inspires and frightens me. I have only been there a couple of times but have a yearning to go...Now. I want to sit by a waterfall and lay in the tall grass. I don't want to be sitting on this blue couch complaining and wishing I would get my ass upstairs and paint. Sometimes I want to escape. Sometimes I want to feel small. Sometimes I don't want the limit of time. Sometimes I want to be a cliche. Sometimes I want to be wild, reckless, and free.
"Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean." - John Muir
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