thingsforpeople

2008-07-23T01:34:00.000-07:00

OAK STUMP

2008-01-15T14:08:00.000-08:00

a resplendence of colour (via reciprocity and fotografía)

twisting light #21.

another experiment in colour.these are analog images formed directly on to film without the use of a camera lens (in the same way as a photogram), of the refraction patterns of light passing through formed and shaped plastics. normally a b/w image, colour has been added directly into the plastic. the fine detail of the diffraction patterns can be seen when viewed large.

2008-01-12T17:11:00.001-08:00

Katinka Matson, Mushroom and Tulips

2008-01-12T13:59:00.000-08:00

"what is psychologically real--the small print of consciousness, the corners and vagaries of thinking that when you read them in another writer, and they are done well, you just know they are right. Not only because you had this thought to yourself, but because that way of thinking seems so ineradicably human."

-Ian McEwan

[TNR]

2008-01-12T13:05:00.000-08:00


we found a gourd  too
   at first I thought it was a coconut
   we think it was leftover from the farmers market,
   but at the time it seemed
   out of place
   we then were walking down a hill and threw it
   we were bowling for people
   Luckily, she threw a gutterball
      one time, the gourd was out of control
       it just rolled out of our sight
      luckily, we were fast enough
     the end.

2008-01-09T18:53:00.000-08:00

"Rather like one who, delighting in a divine distraction or sunken in the seas of his own soul, in whose ear the clock has just thundered with all its force its twelve strokes of noon, suddenly wakes up, and asks himself,"What has in point of fact just struck?" so do we at times rub afterwards, as it were, our puzzled ears, and ask in complete astonishment and complete embarrassment, "Through what have we in point of fact just lived?" further,"Who are we in point of fact?" and count, after they have struck, as I have explained, all the twelve throbbing beats of the clock of our experience, of our life, oh our being --ah!-- and count wrong in the endeavour."
–Friedrich Nietzche, The Genealogy of Morals (1913): p. 1 (Dover Thrift eds. 1968)(HBS transl.)

i like longer sentences because i like longer conversations.

2008-01-07T20:22:00.001-08:00

i didnt consciously catch it.

whats that mia song? im obsessed with that

luke had serendipity:

ser·en·dip·i·ty

1.an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident. 2.good fortune; luck: the serendipity of getting the first job she applied for.

2008-01-06T19:54:00.001-08:00

man you do what you gotta do man.

2008-01-06T19:21:00.000-08:00

creating things original is not ever bad. it is true, true to you, it is how we as humans keep going. we innovate to survive. one-ups-manship is our beautiful struggle (if you disagree, case and point....this is ok).

for us we just go. we fly into other worlds, bringing back whatever we can to this world's objective reality. (the one that makes us have to work ( objectively: contribute), eat,sleep, fuck, think, read, have fun, be depressed, smile, bike,write, smoke, look, smell, touch (need more!), click, type, poop, pee. even people who are maximally schizophrenic who have been imprisoned or mentally disable, who are the closest humans to the oft-assumed animal mind; they too have to poop and pee.

every thing on this earth shares that feature. every rock, mind, hydrogen, atom, strings, etc. embody all this. )

that is learning man. that is what it is all about.

we understand, we entrench ourselves in it for nothing. we will persevere. it may cost us our lives, but that is not the point. we do it for us, our families, all others.

elie wiesel used to ask severely depressed people why they were alive: "why haven't you killed yourself?," he would say, to no response. if you have no one or nothing to live for, you make a statement and finish yourself; you hope for it to send a message, even if you deny it. why?

they want to presevere (just not in a tangible sense, which a lot of western culture does not understand. we are only seen as different than one another. never are we taught to be the same. all characters are one dimensional personas. people strive for it, for that one dimensional persona, but they will never reach it.) we all do and it is ultimately, universally, whatever god (i meant good, but they both work) (dont get me wrong, i dont think suicide is good for humanity.)

ps- i think it is infinite too.