El Agua Blanda acaba con la Piedra Dura

Necessary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:36:00 -0400

Necessary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Crust Punk Overboard on Flickr.”...

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:34:00 -0400

“Crust Punk Overboard on Flickr.” [willlaren][lioneater]

SO GOOD!

Take a turn to the worst of the bleakest possibility but, don’t go there just...

Wed, 22 May 2013 23:53:54 -0400

Take a turn

to the worst

of the bleakest possibility

but, don’t go there

just look

observe

collect data

compile into spreadsheets

create a dbf

import to your mind

organize

analyze

interpret

then,

delete.

free-writing, finals week 2013

Mother’s Kiss. Mary Cassatt left behind, in 1891. This...

Wed, 22 May 2013 14:51:00 -0400

Mother’s Kiss. Mary Cassatt left behind, in 1891.

This image make me feel out of touch. I’ve never wanted a child. And I’ve strived to collect subjective opinions on that desire in order to accumulate some sort of understanding. I know that I don’t need to have that feeling. I know that it’s not necessary to anyone’s being, but I still wonder about it. How it feels to want that. When I seek this, though, I acknowledge: No one person’s desire is same as another’s. There’s infinitude in the spectrum. The reasons change with consciousness and time. But, I still crave insight into that which I can’t grasp. I’m fine with acknowledging the surficiality of what they give, I’m fine with acknowledging that is only in that moment, and that so much can be lost in the rigidity of language that we use to express. I’m fine with that, because that’s all I can have, and I’m still interested. I wonder about why any person knows they want a family, I wonder about what any person feels when they set forth to conceive, I wonder what any parent feels when they hold their baby in arms. I wonder if it’s similar to how I feel when I near the sea, or when I clasp water in hand. I’m always wondering.

Image Source: New York Public Library online archives

On a Train to Fullerton, From Union Station

Wed, 22 May 2013 01:33:00 -0400

Dalin is sitting across from me. She sent me a message, “Do you want some baby cookies? Yum”. I read it. I look over at her. I laugh uproariously. I clap. She looks at her laptop, She smiles slightly, looking at her laptop. She lifts her right hand, she points to the cookies, she’s looking at her laptop. I laugh. I laugh. I clap, and laugh. She looks at her laptop. I type “Dalin I love you”. Hit send. I laugh. She laughs. The three people next to us laugh. We laugh.

free-writing, just now. Nothing special, just then, 10:32pm.

Black Sabbath. Wine. Friendship. That’s all you need in...

Tue, 21 May 2013 04:13:00 -0400

Black Sabbath. Wine. Friendship. That’s all you need in the now.

If you’re me (an incredibly privileged middle class California resident), anyway.

Photo

Mon, 20 May 2013 11:26:43 -0400

A new draw of curtain , which years had made heavy with particles Unveils lights of the...

Mon, 20 May 2013 04:57:00 -0400

A new draw of curtain

, which years had made heavy with particles

Unveils

lights of the Sun

Unveils

that light

to be

beyond what you perceived

when eyes were heavy

with soil air

when took eyes

,physical eyes

to be

sole window

lights pass as sweet vibrations

uuu oscillate uuuu

TONIGHT! Segerstrom is holding a viewing of Murnau’s Faust...

Sun, 19 May 2013 18:42:00 -0400

TONIGHT! Segerstrom is holding a viewing of Murnau’s Faust with accompanying brass, woodwind, and piano! Dag! I have a conference to go to!!!!

Friedrich Murnau (1926).

"Don’t get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow, be like water...."

Sun, 19 May 2013 15:11:25 -0400

“Don’t get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow, be like water. Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless — like water.”

Dunham classification for sedimentary rocks.

Sat, 18 May 2013 14:03:16 -0400

Dunham classification for sedimentary rocks.

"A cat will enlighten you to the powerlessness of the human mind. When you spend time with..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 06:17:00 -0400

“

A cat will enlighten you to the powerlessness of the human mind.

When you
spend time
with them

they teach you

- you will never know them
Unless,

they teach you

”

- And even then…

I don’t consciously desire out of want for control. I desire out of want for respectful interaction (insight into how we affect each other). However, I realize that this is a desire for power, and I am extremely humbled in concluding that I cannot know her point of view. I am happy to relinquish this nasty drive for power, and instead value each moment I share with her for what it is. I mean, what’s the point anyway. I know that I am not static, and she may not be static, so really the only thing that matters is the moment. Lovely Bonnie! <3

Edit: and I realize that I shouldn’t feel anxiety over this, as Bonnie is a part of me, and I am a part of Bonnie, that brings great comfort in interaction.

Sometimes, you’re 90% done identifying ground cover for your accuracy assessment when ERDAS...

Sat, 18 May 2013 04:52:00 -0400

Sometimes, you’re 90% done identifying ground cover for your accuracy assessment when ERDAS suddenly crashes, so you put some ABBA on and find strength to continue. WU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY!?!?!!?!! WHY WU, WHY!!?!?!!?!?!!

A poem by Mike Watt. More here.

Sat, 18 May 2013 04:26:00 -0400

A poem by Mike Watt.

More here.

Richard Hell - Time (Also, check this groovy 1979 demo version!)

Sat, 18 May 2013 04:20:00 -0400

Richard Hell - Time

(Also, check this groovy 1979 demo version!)

Behold Fiammetta, shown in Vision here. Gloom-girt ‘mid...

Sat, 18 May 2013 04:15:08 -0400

Behold Fiammetta, shown in Vision here.
Gloom-girt ‘mid Spring-flushed apple-growth she stands;
And as she sways the branches with her hands,
Along her arm the sundered bloom falls sheer,
In separate petals shed, each like a tear;
While from the quivering bough the bird expands
His wings. And lo! thy spirit understands
Life shaken and shower’d and flown, and Death drawn near.

All stirs with change. Her garments beat the air:
The angel circling round her aureole
Shimmers in flight against the tree’s grey bole:
While she, with reassuring eyes most fair,
A presage and a promise stands; as ‘twere
On Death’s dark storm the rainbow of the Soul.

A Vision of Fiammetta, my favorite of Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s double work (poem accompanied by painting), 1878.

Archive of Rossetti’s work: here .

Columnar jointing in the Bishop Tuff.

Sat, 18 May 2013 03:43:31 -0400

Columnar jointing in the Bishop Tuff.

Nail abatement, various forms, Günther Uecker.

Sat, 18 May 2013 03:41:00 -0400

Nail abatement, various forms, Günther Uecker.

Ménilmontant, Dimitri Kirsanoff (1926)

Sat, 18 May 2013 03:17:34 -0400

Ménilmontant, Dimitri Kirsanoff (1926)

Tekkonkinkreet Back&White

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:36:02 -0400

Tekkonkinkreet Back&White