In relation to thoughts on earth
LOG one:September eleventh, twenty twenty-six
momentarily in this babylon system.
It’s always a good time for less.
A game of whether your own mind betrays you.
my partner and I have this gentle war happening between us where there’s an object in the bathroom, which I believe, gets in my way. so I move it a couple inches. the next time she uses the bathroom, she moves it back. This has been happening back and forth for months but no one ever says a word about it. I am beginning to appreciate this small gesture.
You call, me haul...demolition junk removal.
When a man rides a long time through wild regions he feels the desire for a city. Finally he comes to Isidora, a city where the buildings have spiral staircases encrusted with spiral seashells, where perfect telescopes and violins are made, where the foreigner hesitating between two women always encounters a third, where cockfights degenerate into bloody brawls among the bettors. He was thinking of all these things when he desired a city. Isidora, therefore, is the city of his dreams: with one difference. The dreamed-of city contained him as a young man; he arrives at Isidora in his old age. In the square there is the wall where the old men sit and watch the young go by; he is seated in a row with them. Desires are already memories.
- Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino
To believe in a God and mistake that belief, for god, may be the biggest insult to the so called “creator”.
The Meaning of something and the possibility of the lack there of is a moment of arrival.
When was the last time you gave thanks?
Clove and bay leaf, smashed in a mortar and pestle (inhale slowly).
Sound is intuitive and associative, dream-like and consciousness stirring. In many ways it is even more visual than visuals, because when you’re looking at something you are seeing that thing, but if you’re listening, especially with no visual accompaniment, you easily imagine pictures in your mind’s eye, with varying directions and results. Even with concrete sounds that are easily identifiable, you can still fill in the blanks of what is occurring around them, or ignite a memory that has its own set of images, which are abstractions of the real experience. This blurriness adds new elements to what could otherwise seem so grounded, allowing a balancing act of connectedness and infinite openness, of reality that veers off into different possible strands, extensions of what could be.
Zoom out enough...and maybe you’ll see that...everything...is indeed perfect.
Chi Arriva prima aspetta
Meglio in ritardo in questa vita che in anticipo nella prossima.
Perfect teeth scare me...them big pearly chomper joints.
Beware of your act of passive participation giving the illusion of impact.
Washing dishes by hand = free meditation.
Automation broke their promise for time management.
Paid a visit to Pizzi a few days ago. He’s been singing to the angel of death to come take him away. He thinks they might be preoccupied with the current level of human loss on earth and that he’s not a high priority.
Tarde lluviosa en gris cansado,
y sigue el caminar.
Los árboles marchitos.
Mi cuarto, solitario.
Y los retratos viejos
y el libro sin cortar...
Chorrea la tristeza por los muebles
y por el alma. Quizá
no tenga para mí Naturaleza
el pecho de cristal.
Y me duele la carne del corazón
y la carne del alma. Y al hablar,
se quedan mis palabras en el aire
como corchos sobre agua.
Sólo por tus ojos
sufro yo este mal,
tristezas de antaño
y las que vendrán.
Tarde lluviosa en gris cansado,
y sigue el caminar.
- FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA
Watch for those who are unaware of their fixation on the negative parts of life, this comes from an internal source.
It is possible to
If you consider yourself lucky in any way, maybe you didn’t play a part in it.
If you don’t consider yourself lucky in any way, maybe you did play a part in it.
If you consider yourself lucky in any way, maybe you did play a part in it.
if you don’t consider yourself lucky in any way, maybe you didn’t play a part in it.
Maximum intervention vs. minimum intervention?
Loudest in the room... yeah, yeah, yeah, shaaaatup.
Haven’t things always been taken care of?
yes, so don’t make them more difficult than they need to be.
You do realize that there was a time you lived without social media?
The act of making something with one’s hands in a material is a way of participating in the world. It is a conversation, interaction and negotiation between the person and her environment. By manipulating material, we affect the world and are simultaneously affected. What we make either stays or vanishes, but the experience has changed us, maybe in little ways, maybe in great ways. Our hands are the ultimate contact point between our self and the world, the physical and material. Through our sense of touch, we feel the material and its properties, its potential and its agency. When we have become familiar with a material, we have grown in understanding it and its possibilities in relation to our skills and our intentions. We may recall the tactual feel of a material even when not in contact with it, through our tactile memory and imagination. We have embodied the material and the way it behaves or the tools used to handle it. For practitioners working with their hands, there might be a feeling of the hands taking over and doing the work as if by themselves.
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LOG two:October ninth, twenty twenty-six
First mandarin of the season. Feel how it sprays citrus in all directions when you breach its skin.
Sensual.
In Italy, there’s this moment where you can hear a unique symphony of people dining in their homes during the midday break. Cutlery makes a metallic yet muted percussive sound against each other while the food on their plates is being fondled.
Now new information becomes old information the instant it is released, nothing has a “respectable” lifespan anymore. Nothing is truly pondered about in a meaningful way as it is to be recycled and jumbled up in the limitless echo chamber (lest I forget, built around your particular bias interactions) keeping our ever shrinking attention span fed just enough that we desire more uselessness. It’s genius, the dividing construction of it all. To be made to feel guilt or that life could possibly turn less potent if you decided to not “participate”. How un-evolved we are as a species. Of course the institutions have agendas that are never in our best interest but we ourselves are to blame for we have put the noose around our necks, slowly making our way to the edge of the chair. We will surely die from this meaningless spectatorship while our addictive personalities grow with a sure result of diminishing willpower.
...his reaction to Reich’s work thus: “A very interesting thing happens to your brain, which is that any information which is common, after several repetitions, you cease to hear. You reject the common information, rather like if you gaze at something for a long time, you’ll cease to really see it. You’ll see any aspect of it that’s changing, but the static elements you won’t see. . . . The amount of material there is extremely limited, but the amount of activity it triggers in you is very rich and complex.”
...“These points are arbitrary and only useful as critical tools, in saying that such-and-such a work is basically musical, but also poetry. This is the intermedial approach.” Speculating on the unbridled possibilities that such an attitude represented, one artist mused, “Imagine, perhaps, an art form that is comprised 10% of music, 25% of architecture, 12% of drawing, 18% of shoe making, 30% of painting and 5% of smell. What would it be like? How would it work? How would some of the specific art works appear? How would they function? How would the elements interact? That’s a thought experiment that yields interesting results. Thoughts like this have given rise to some of the most interesting art works of our time.”
- visual music, Brian Eno
The miracle is
That the layers
Continue
To be stripped away
Each time
Uncovering a center
More brilliant
And more revealing
Than the one before
Amazing...
That this should be the way
Our love
Our knowledge
And our lives
Keep unfolding
Together
Leaving us constantly
Renewed...
Knowing
You exist
Anywhere in this universe
Makes my world
That much larger
And that much more
Filled
With light.
- The Miracle, Jeanne Lee
Where’s the music? In my head and all around me.
The fine line between being kept warm by the fire and being burned by it.
Finesse is not something you learn.
Life, after all, rests only in the individual.
How can we know where you’ll be, when you ain’t never been?
There are never enough kisses that will hold you down until you see your lover again.
Draw the room in reverse perspective. What information is lost?
Let us keep high hopes.
SPAGHETTI ALLA SALSA DI ACCIUGHE (BIGOLI ALLA VENEZIANA): Si comperi possibilmente pasta ordinaria, scura e precisamente spaghetti (bucatini) ossia, come li chiamano i veneti, (bigoli) e si cuociano (al dente). Si metta in padella 100 grammi di olio, si riscaldi fortemente e vi si soffrigga una cipolla tritata finissima. Quando questa sarà dorata si aggiungano 10 filetti di acciughe tritati. Rimescolati un po’ si versino sulla pasta. Alcuni usano soffriggere prima di mettere le acciughe due cucchiai di pane grattugiato.
- La cucina Italiana Della Resistenza, Emilia Zamara
today, i still believe there’s more creation over destruction in the world.
What hole have I dug and forgotten the ladder to get myself out?
Empty box filled in with black ink followed by “I choose to reject the payment of Jesus Christ and trust my payment.” On the back of the cut snippet it says the following: “Please realize that you must trust in him alone for salvation.” How strange, the idea of needing saving when you never asked to be here in the first place.
The only God is impermanence, all else is “evangelical” propaganda.
Who am I?
Why am I?
How is it possible that I too, make things materialize?
Oscillation between potential and useless.
Music as the vibrational exploration method.
How you start the day and how you end it.
Think twice before you answer.
Two faithful companions, light and sound.
The best and shortest road towards knowledge of truth...is nature.
Woke up at 7:45 AM, felt a fatigue come on around 11 AM.
We have eyes to watch and look, ears to listen and noses to sniff the air. Each of these organs of perception is located in the head. They enable us to tell in one of its senses, of the way things are going. But they are of not much help when it comes to telling in the other. Noses and ears cannot tell stories, and nor can eyes, unless with Jacques Derrida, we hold that the proper function of the eyes is not to see but to weep. Behind the veil of tears that blurs the vision of the sighted, says Derrida, the eyes can tell of grief, loss and suffering, but also of love, joy and elation. Even the blind can weep. Let us admit, then, that eyes can sometimes tell more in the latter sense than the former: they might not see so well, but look into them, and there’s a story. Portrait painters have always known this. But to find the most consummate organ of storytelling we have to go lower down, from head to larynx. In humans, the vocal cords function only marginally, and very much in the background, as organs of perception. Working in conjunction with the ear, they comprise a system of echolocation that enables us to tell, for example in pitch darkness, whether we are in an open or enclosed space. But it is the voice that enables us to speak and sing. In earlier times, it would also have enabled us to read. Medieval readers did not see the words ready-formed on paper, as we moderns do. They had rather to perform from the inscriptions on the page, rather as a musician performs from a score, allowing the words to emerge or ‘fall out’ from the very process of their vocal utterance so that they could then be identified by ear. It was not the voice of the reader that created these inscriptions, however. It was the hand of the scribe. Compared with eyes, ears and nose on the one hand, and the voice box on the other, the hand is unique in so far as it combines telling in both of its aspects. The more eloquent the eyes, the less they see; the more they see, the less they give away. But with the hand there is no such trade-off. Not only is it supreme among the organs of touch, the hand can also tell the stories of the world in its gestures and in the written or drawn traces they yield, or in the manipulation of threads as in weaving, lacemaking and embroidery. Indeed, the more gesturally animate the hand, the more it feels. Regarded anatomically, the hand is a marvelously intricate arrangement of skin, bone, muscle tissue and nerves, fed with blood that pulses through the arteries of the wrist. But we should not make too much of the contrast between hand and head. Hands are not instruments operated remotely from a command and control centre located in the cerebrum. As the anatomist Frank Wilson explains, ‘the brain does not live inside the head, even though it is its formal habitat. It reaches out to the body, and with the body it reaches out to the world’. Thus right down to the fingertips, and indeed beyond, the hand is an extension of the brain, not a separate device that is controlled by it. But if, as Wilson goes on to declare, ‘brain is hand and hand is brain’, then the question that has so exercised philosophers and psychologists, of whether mind and brain are the same or different, and if different, how the one exceeds the other, must be addressed to the hand as well. Adapting Wilson’s declaration, could we say that ‘mind is hand and hand is mind’? The hand of the human may be an extension of the brain, but is not the humanity of the hand a phenomenon of mind?
- Making, chapter 8: telling by hand, Tim Ingold
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
First conscious breath today @ 3:52 PM
What’s the difference between looking and seeing?
Home is always a new place, for now...
Step 1: Observe
Step 2: Observe again
Step 3: Observe more
Step 4: Observe obsessively
Step 5:
Step 6: Repeat
Be more effective with toilet paper. Use once, fold, use again?
877-CASH-NOW
I wonder if he remembers... simple pleasures...
Acordarse de Santa Bárbara (Changó) cuando truena.
What you allow in must come out?
Thought pollution is no different from the rest of the pollution family but is perhaps the one we are most passive about.
Know what time it is when you rise based on the angle of the sunlight. Find where it lands in and on your rooms. How does it change throughout the seasons?
When bored, return here, see what is possible.
If you are constantly in movement, you find that home is in many places and you’ve dedicated yourself to making photos via film and printing in the darkroom, you’re fucked. The crossroads for me, in this antiquated process, is the understanding that you will sometimes slowly or quickly (depending on where you find yourself in this non-linear time structure) start to accumulate negatives and prints while wanting to maintain a minimal approach to life, in my case, less things. What somewhat lightens the load: Find an archive process that works for keeping your negatives in order and easy to find. I usually mark each roll with the date I finish it and write that on the archive sleeve... not very accurate since not all of the photos on the roll were made on the marked date, but it works for now. If you’re really maaaaaad, you can even attach a note to each sleeve with locations for each frame. When it comes to prints, start small, then if something speaks to you, scale up. I’ve adopted making all my joints at 2x3” (takes little to no time given how close the enlarger head is to the baseboard), which does two things, allows me to see more of my photos quicker (since I refuse to mindlessly scan any of my negatives) and they are easier to handle and store. This one’s a bit touchy but every once in a while I’ll even purge prints and even negatives that I know without a doubt I’ll never use.
The shape of stains and splotches.
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