Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Question: To not know what is coming next



Question of the day:

"If it is so beneficial, and I know it is, from experience, to not know what is coming next, to allow ourselves to open directly to the world and be present with what our senses deliver, then why don't we do it more often? No, even more importantly - why is our culture so against it?"

Source: Inside Space (Blog), a buddhist blog on writing, photography, teaching, life - with the aim to open inside spaces.



Saturday, June 2, 2012

Photography: The analog hipster

Someone sent me this and I thought this was rather interesting.
(From the NYTimes)

"When is the last time you took a photo with an old-school camera — the kind that doesn’t have a wireless connection, needs to be loaded with finicky rolls of film and is too bulky to slide into a back pocket?
Unless you are a professional photographer or an artist, it has probably been a while. Most people have abandoned film cameras for digital models or, more recently, smartphones outfitted with lens accessories and apps like Instagram that make photo-sharing extremely simple.
But film photography is having another moment in the sun, thanks to some hip, quirky companies like Lomography and the Impossible Project, which are resurrecting this seemingly archaic art for enthusiastic hobbyists. These companies and their customers tend to embrace the imperfections of film, rejecting the cold precision of digital photos."

Go here to read the entire article.


Friday, June 1, 2012

Music: Beirut and other acts I don't recognize

I was writing on my laptop last night, with Jay Leno re-runs as background noise, when the band Beirut began to play. Immediately, I realized how cool it would have been to have the variation available in today's groups when I was growing up and impressionable and, well, cared about music. Beirut seems to fit the bill quite nicely given the instruments featured in the band and the very cool combinations they formed when playing together.



In my case, it seems as if everything musical has been relegated to a tertiary position to life and living. Maintaining relationships, raising kids, making ends meet, cleaning after the dogs, making sure there is something quick to eat, gassing up the car, washing the bird poop off the driveway, those things seem to have priority now. But I am willing to bet that were I a teenage girl now, knowing how eclectic my taste has always been, I'm pretty sure I would have known or heard or liked many of the musical entities listed in this poster.


Now, I am happy to (at least) be able to recognize the headliners for each day. I can guess at where the name Zeds Dead came from, but then again, that shows my age and my penchant for movies. Yeah, I think I would have made every attempt to attend the first day of Choachella because, frankly, First Aid Kit sounds more like a necessity in case of emergencies than anything I would ever imagine listening to. Though, along with Dr. Dre, there is "somebody I used to know" (Gotye) and, of course, Beirut on that last day. And who doesn't want to hear Pure Filth Sound on the second?

Thursday, May 31, 2012

In the news: Your signature is worth crap

It doesn't take an online article to inform me that the importance of personal signatures decreases significantly when entered on LCD screens at the supermarket. But it does confirm that regardless of the mark we leave behind, we are still going to be charged real money every time we swipe our plastic cards to conclude our shopping transactions. As is often the case, perhaps indicative in mine of the lowly places I frequent, I am often left with a lingering suspicion that I might as well have drawn a straight line in lieu of my signature and no one would notice or care or bother to revoke the use of my credit cards because I wasn't signing my own name.

Congratulations, your signature is worth crap so let's have fun recreating it at every point of transaction!

Thursday, May 17, 2012

In the news: RIP Carlos Fuentes

There is the sense of profound loss when a beloved author passes from this world to the next. But there is an undeniable loss when that author is one of a handful of international authors recognized  by those of us who enjoy and benefit from non-Eurocentric letters. Carlos Fuentes transcended geographical and political borders.

This is not to be facetious nor to incite fury in those who think we have more than enough reading material in the US already (which in itself is a very stupid idea to even propose). My point in writing this lies closer to the notion that we could indeed do more to promote the works of our neighbors immediately south of the border, as well as in promoting our very own Latino writers living and creating in the US without the need to exoticise them or their work. Being of color in the US is analogous to being exotic and relegated to "otherness."  It seems like US readers, while not stagnant in any way, could benefit from learning what writers throughout the world, as well as those in their own 'hoods and barrios, have to say without seeing the work or its authors as foreign. Surely, people of color have known, and in many ways continue to live, a history of oppression but that does not mean that it is a history exclusive to us, the people of color. Ours is history whether we are receiving of inflicting the pain onto others. And included in that history are the same conditions, processes, and redemptive powers of a group of people that could easily be translated into any socio-political context out there.

People are far more alike than they care to acknowledge.  Learning about the nuances facilitated by our own contexts as well as those of others can only lead to knowledge and ultimately wisdom. I think Fuentes understood that and through his gift of letters was able to translate it to the rest of the world.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Video: The Eagleman Stag (short film)

Can you blame me for being intrigued by this apparently very simple short movie? The Eagleman Stag is a rather elegant rendition of still animation produced entirely out of the simplest of all materials: styrofoam and a few derivatives.

Why do I suddenly think of all the packaging materials I have dumped into the trash over the years?
I could have made a movie!

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Music: Led Zeppelin

Before there were the Black Keys or the White Stripes or any other monochrome denomination for a band, there was Led Zeppelin.

In the pantheon of the hairy, shirtless gods of rock, Led Zeppelin will forever reign. Now bow, mes enfants païens!

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Books: The Kindle Reader for your laptop

If you haven't downloaded the free Reader App for your Kindle, or for your Mac or a host of  other gadgets, then you should. It is FREE! And you can get a good number of classics at Amazon and the Gutenberg Project. Of course, they don't have Henry Miller free, il est trop sale pour leurs propres esprits, les bâtards. Bah!  Of course, they do have plenty of hilariously titillating smut should you be into comparative literature. Oh, oh, oh.....yessss! Noooooooo! 



Monday, April 30, 2012

Books: Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller

"I'm smiling because whenever we touch on the subject of this book which he is going to write some day things assume an incongruous aspect....The book must be absolutely original, absolutely perfect. That is why, among other things, it is impossible for him to get started on it. As soon as he gets an idea he begins to question it."
-Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (p.132)

Do I dare recommend this book which has been labeled with the most virulent pejoratives ever used to describe a book?
Dare I say I love it?
Yes and yes.

Two recommendations: 1) Read this simultaneously with A Learned Passion: Letters Between Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller for proper contextualization, though not required, it helps with the historical background; 2) Read it like an experienced book reader, checking any and all cultural and moral expectations at the door to fully delve into the gorgeous prose Miller delivers. It isn't sugary, nor lite, nor does it involve vampires nor imagery resembling a pastoral painting. Thank God for that. But it is trashy, vulgar, at times delving on the scatological: all the kinds of crap that I am fully equipped to handle. And yes, it is a classic from the 1930s. Ah, the things I do for a good read....;D




Thursday, April 26, 2012

Blogging: The Selvedge Yard

Coolness.....black and white, vintage photography of style icons. The Selvedge Yard.

Enough said.

Visit.

Update: I just saw it again on 5-5-2012 and I am still in awe of the images found therein. Go!

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Blogging: At Home with Books

I find that I don't care for most books being read by casual bloggers I encounter or perhaps it is that I have yet to do a proper search for lack of time/ambition/desire/engagement to do so. But today, I found an interesting and unpretentious blog called At Home with Books.
Perhaps, I had not been properly engaged by books for so long that I felt somewhat disenchanted and bored with others' recommendations. The technical writing that I have to do for my academic work had dissolved the engagement, the enthusiasm, the love I had once felt for literature. But that is all in the past now. Especially since I have been simultaneously reading A Literate Passion, Nin's Diary (vol. 1), and Tropic of Cancer, all by Anaïs Nin or Henry Miller or both, I have rediscovered my love for words creatively strung. Of course, the academic remains ever present, but it has now been spiced up with some fine prose.
I will be very honest and say that I have yet to peruse through the entirety of At Home with Books (http://athomewithbooks.net/). But its author, Alyce (rhymes with peace), seems to do a fine job of selecting interesting reads to showcase in her blog. Rather than adopting the latest vampire trends (God spare me) or selecting sentimental grocery-store lightweights, she seems to give more care to what she ingests through words than many a blogger out there. However, be warned that if you are seeking an aesthetically pleasing site, one that soothes you or puts your senses at ease, you're not finding it here. That aside, I like books, all books, and so I will give her the opportunity to point some interesting ones my way while overlooking the fallacies of non-design. It's not like I'm a typographer-ista, I shouldn't care.
Oh, the irony!  Of course, I had to select the day she chose to put Rob Lowe's biography on her front page, but that can be forgiven for some counterweights she throws into the mix in older posts. Of course, it is her blog, and she has children, so you will also enncounter a fair bit of her personal life among the books. I don't mind it at all if she herself doesn't object to sharing it with her audience. I go for the book titles and reviews anyway, but it is nice knowing that some kids out there in the ether world have a pretty cool thinking mom who loves books and doesn't mind sharing it with the world.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Books: A Literate Passion by Anais Nin and Henry Miller

I have been trying to get back into reading books for fun. Given my odd assortment of academic required reading for my on-going dissertation, I have come to a point where I must also read for something other than incumbency, imperative, requirement, etc.

As I was cleaning up my desk at home last month, I noticed A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller, 1932-1953. It had been sitting there for a good six to nine months but covered under piles of other more pressing reading, it had been relegated for 'future reading.' Well, since the future reading stacks never seem to find breathing space in my house I opted to see what was the fuss between the rather controversial and apparently sexy Nin and Miller. Or at least their respective letters to each other.

All I can say now, a month's time into my reading is "wow!" And definitely more to come.... :)

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Definitions: Prurient and other scatologies


Let's get on with some dirty ones, shall we?

randy
raunchy
lewd
wanton
libidinous
concupiscent
goatish (really? haha, autocorrection says this should be 'atishoo.'  What the hell is atishoo?)
voyeuristic
carnal (in Caló that's synonymous to 'bro' as in "hey, bro!")
salacious
prurient
licentious
unchaste
ruttish
lecherous
lustful

If you run into anymore of these beauties, by all means, add them to the list!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Definitions: Valetudinarian

I laughed at this one:  VALETUDINARIAN.

Had I not see its definition but based on the root of the word and well, the ending, I would have said it meant something more akin to a valedictorian headed to veterinarian school, or a vet who graduated top in her class.

You be the judge. Enjoy!

Monday, January 2, 2012

Definitions: The Fallacy of Composition and other oddities

The Fallacy of Composition reads as follows: If a part of a whole is deemed as true, then the whole must also be true. One example states, if a part of a larger whole cannot be broken, then the larger whole cannot be broken. However, even when smaller components of the whole are indeed unbreakable, it does not make the whole immune to breaks.

Now call me crazy, but I have yet to determine if there is a difference between the Fallacy of Composition, and Association Fallacy. While Wikipedia cites the Fallacy of Composition as something often confused with the Fallacy of Hasty Generalization, there is an unspoken agreement that they are not one and the same. But do I grasp that difference? Hmmm…When examining other fallacies, if you will, I found the Fallacy of Composition to be terribly close in meaning to the Association Fallacy. But, while one is constituted, or composed, of something, the other owns certain properties that are later assigned erroneously to anything that comes close it. Does that make sense?


The Fallacy of Composition reads:
Premise:  A are made of Bs
Premise:  Bs are C
Conclusion:  Therefore, As are C


Here is the example given for the Fallacy of Composition:
1. Humans (A) are made up of human cells (B).
2. Human cells (B) are invisible to the naked eye (C).
3. Therefore, humans (A) are invisible to the naked eye (C).

The Association Fallacy reads as follows:
Premise:  A is a B
Premise: A is also a C
Conclusion:  Therefore, all Bs are Cs

And the example for Association Fallacy goes this way:
1. John has black hair.
2. John is a con artist.
3. Therefore, all people with black hair are con artists.


Of course, when thinking of Association Fallacies, I much prefer this other example from Sir Humphrey Appleby:

1. All dogs have four legs;
2. My cat has four legs.
3. Therefore, my cat is a dog.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Art: Yayoi Kusama

Simply amazing!


Installation by Yayoi Kusama. Do check this out....it blows the mind. Truly. The closest I have seen is what people do with stickers outside the Children's Museum in Dallas, Texas. The posts in the parking lot are covered in stickers as people drive off after visiting the museum.  It creates for a happy atmosphere even in the hottest of Texas suns.



Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Blogging: Stumble Upon

Okay, one last recommendation for the night.
I promise to shup (shut up) after this. Honestly.

Here is the link: http://www.stumbleupon.com

And off I go for the night.
Long day of cabinetry awaits me tomorrow.

So long. I will tell you more about that when the time comes.

Blogging: The power of widgets

This is so cool. Yes, go ahead, laugh all you want. But do go pay a visit to this site or others like it, particularly if you have a blog out there. Widgets rule, baby.

Check it out here:
http://sharethis.com/

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Ph.D. Stuff: They signed the proposal!

Time to get back to work.
After a brief hiatus from both Blogging and Flickring, I am looking forward to see what the new year brings. Want to know why I took off?


Well, I took off because I had a Ph. D. proposal to complete and submit and get approved.  To be honest, I am not sure I completed it, nor how it got approved, but it was submitted. Certainly the best part of this whole process is that my graduate committee signed it!


I had not been able to talk much about the experience because it was so significant for me that it rendered me numb, dumbstruck, spinning into a place I had not experienced before, and certainly a place I never ever thought I would reach. You see, I was not raised to be a Ph.D. So dim were my prospects in the town where I grew up that at one point I think my family would have been glad I'd find a suitable husband and consider that my life's accomplishment. Seriously, growing up, I didn't even know what having a doctorate meant much less that one day I would be at the stage in the game where one can be said to be ABD (all but dissertation).


But somehow I convinced the committee to sign. And they did on December 8th of 2011. That is all I know and that now I'm one step closer to a Ph.D. than I, or anyone else in my family, have ever been before.


Sure, I'm still a little dizzy from the experience, which has left me physically tired, but I am energized and hopeful that in a year's time I'll be walking the stage with a diploma in hand.



Monday, November 14, 2011

Quotes: Identity is not fixed

"Turkle's concept of "windowing," a widely cited metaphor designed to describe a person who "distributes" him or herself into multiple online conversations and acts differently among the conversations, taking on different roles all at the same time (Turkle, 1995).
In order to transcend, however, participants in computer-mediated communication first tend to explore alternate identities. While this means taking on an entirely different or a "masked" role within a conversation, research has demonstrated users just as often seek to maintain an identity consistent with their real-world identity."
-Shayla Marie Thiel, 2005

This could be called identity enacted through feet...and particularly through toes. Presenting my multiple sets of toes. (Let's just assume that statement makes sense, shall we?)


 And the toes...


And more toes.


I can't help but wonder, what the hell does this say about me?