Thursday, December 20, 2012

Since it's the end of the world, thought I oughta share some otters

I just discovered that I can post gifs on here. For better or for worse, this blog will never be the same. Anyway, my friends (namely Will V, Kevin, and Malia) like to share gifs and pictures of otters with me, and I like to share them with you, internet.






Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

1. Scribbled wire sculptures by David Oliveira.


2. I'm a sucker for charts, graphs and statistics. Also for music! That's why last.fm and I get along so well. After 10 years, last.fm has compiled data from users' listening to provide us with some interesting information. As well as having  a timeline of graphs illustrating how the music we've listened to has been affected by reunion tours, deaths, and album releases, last.fm has charts of the top songs and artists of the past ten years. You can even break it down by genre. Love it. 

3. I don't generally follow youtube vloggers, aside from the occasional my drunk kitchen, but as a person who spends time on the internet, I become aware of their existence. Recently, a big hubbub arose when famous youtuber Jenna Marbles made a video in which she did a fair amount of slut shaming. Obviously, I don't like that, but I do like the stream of responses it inspired by youtube's finest lady vloggers. Check them out below. Trigger warning: discussion of sexual violence, and the third video contains a personal account of sexual violence.




4. This poster, a Christmas present from Laura:

5.

Manifesto: the Mad Farmer Liberation Front
by Wendell Berry
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.

And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.

When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.

Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.

Listen to carrion -- put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.

Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.

As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go.

Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection. 



Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Picture Day

You can listen to this song while looking at the pictures.

Shadow art by Kumi Yamashita.


 "Grandpa Goes to Heaven," by Duane Michals.






""Perfect Storm/the Known Universe," by T. Hanuka
NYC Mid-Day Sun by Wilfred Lang 


Monday, December 10, 2012

The air is no longer safe.

1. This song.

2. This picture from the Super Hero party we went to a week or so ago. 
I was Ms. Frizzle!

3. Spending the weekend with friends I've had for 14 years. Secret Santas, bowling, and the Robin Hood with the foxes.

4. 
Georgia Capria
5. This slays me. 

6. The 50 Best Animal Photos of 2012. I started to try to choose my favorites to share, but really you should just look at them all.
This one almost made me pee myself, though. I'm not normally scared of sharks, cuz they do their thing and I do mine. My thing, in general, does not involve being under water. Now they have entered my plane of existence.


7.  Last Thursday we went to see Mummenschanz. Mummenschanz is this Swedish puppet show / performance art piece that's been going for forty years. I didn't know what to expect, because I watched this video, and was like "How can somebody watch 2 hours of this?" But no. It was fantastic. These blobs and shapes tell stories about emotions without language, mostly without faces, and sometimes without letting you know how a human body is even involved. If you get the chance to see it ever, do it.

Monday, December 3, 2012

You’re a ghost town I’m too patriotic to leave.

Hi friends! Sorry again for the mess that was November. I wish I could promise that December will be better, but we live in a crazy, unpredictable world.

1. This is a lovely little short film. It's in Portuguese, but you can turn on the subtitles by clicking the little "CC."


2. These folks are working on getting the funding to make cups, straws, and glasses that automatically change color when a commonly used date rape drug is detected. I know most of my friends don't have the money to donate to this, but I also know that 100+ people who are not my friends view this blog every day. Cough it up, strangers looking for pictures of otters. This is important stuff.

3. Googlepoetics. You know how when you start typing a search into google it automatically fills it in with commonly searched phrases? Somebody decided that that's poetic. Sometimes they're right.

4. Ed Fairburn's subway map portraits. I would link you directly to his website, but it appears to be broken. 


5. xkcd went there.
 

6. 

34 Excuses for Why We Failed at Love
by Warsan Shire
1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things.
2. Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
3. You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood.
4. I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home.
5. You’re a ghost town I’m too patriotic to leave.
6. I stay because you’re the beginning of the dream I want to remember.
7. I didn’t call him back because he likes his girls voiceless.
8. It’s not that he wants to be a liar; it’s just that he doesn’t know the truth.
9. I couldn’t love you, you were a small war.
10. We covered the smell of loss with jokes.
11. I didn’t want to fail at love like our parents.
12. You made the nomad in me build a house and stay.
13. I’m not a dog.
14. We were trying to prove our blood wrong.
15. I was still lonely so I did even lonelier things.
16. Yes, I’m insecure, but so was my mother and her mother.
17. No, he loves me he just makes me cry a lot.
18. He knows all of my secrets and still wants to kiss me.
19. You were too cruel to love for a long time.
20. It just didn’t work out.
21. My dad walked out one afternoon and never came back.
22. I can’t sleep because I can still taste him in my mouth.
23. I cut him out at the root, he was my favorite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home.
24. The women in my family die waiting.
25. Because I didn’t want to die waiting for you.
26. I had to leave, I felt lonely when he held me.
27. You’re the song I rewind until I know all the words and I feel sick.
28. He sent me a text that said “I love you so bad.”
29. His heart wasn’t as beautiful as his smile.
30. We emotionally manipulated one another until we thought it was love. 
31. Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you. 
32. I’m a lover without a lover. 
33. I’m lovely and lonely. 
34. I belong deeply to myself.

Monday, November 26, 2012

"Here are some rabbits throwing snowballs"

1. On Saturday I happened to eat dessert with an English Lord. He apologized on behalf of Britain for the shit that went down in Ireland/Northern Ireland. That really happened.

2. Yesterday I talked my mom into taking the train into NYC to see an exhibit of Beatrix Potter's picture letters at the Morgan Library and Museum. My mom hasn't taken the train into NYC in 25 years, but she loves Beatrix Potter. It was great.

Imagine getting a letter like this.
The Morgan Library


3. It was hard to get a picture of this billboard from the moving train, but I really liked it.

4. 

Just Once

Just once I knew what life was for.
In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;
walked there along the Charles River,
watched the lights copying themselves,
all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening
their mouths as wide as opera singers;
counted the stars, my little campaigners,
my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love
on the night green side of it and cried
my heart to the eastbound cars and cried
my heart to the westbound cars and took
my truth across a small humped bridge
and hurried my truth, the charm of it, home
and hoarded these constants into morning
only to find them gone.

- Anne Sexton


5. The second young woman who was injured in the train accident in Richmond, IN succumbed to her injuries last night and died. I did not know Lenore or Tracey, but I still feel their loss deeply. Today I touched to learn that Transylvania University, a rival of Earlham's in sports, hosted a blood drive in honor of the injured Earlham students. My memory of Transylvania is "blessing" the field  with the Quaker Army before our games - a procession with a large cross and holy water. We also put garlic in our goals to deter them. It seems fitting that they donate their blood to us. 


Saturday, November 24, 2012

Anyways

Been in NY with family, sorry for not posting much. I'll try to catch up.


1. At my deceased grandparents' home, I went through a bunch of meticulously kept photo albums and snapped pictures on my iphone of some of the best shots. The best thing about the ones from the 60's and 70's is how they look like they could have been taken last week -  our fashions are rather repetitive. Also, many of them are square, framed, and faded - the original instagram.
Here are a few. If you're friends with my on facebook, you can see many more there.
My aunt in the 60's or 70's.

My dad, the Conscientious Objector, reading about Vietnam in the late 1960's.
My dad's family hosted exchange students a lot. My dad is still friends with Jan, the top guy, from Sweden. In the mid 60's he went to Sweden to visit him. This is Jan and his siblings.

My dad, Jan, and Jan's mother in Sweden 1966.

My dad's family and some friends, including my mom in the lower left hand picture.
My great great grandparents William and Marie-Louise.
2. 



3. I got to meet my sister's 8th grade class last week. Highlights:
- My sister plays music for them during "transition time." She plays the same ones every day, and she gets to pick the songs. She played Regina Spektor's "Fidelity" and all of the boys sang along. At the "better better better better, better better betttttttttterrrrr!" part they went nuts, each doing their own mimicry. It was one of the best things ever.
- They also danced Gangnam Style. 

4. Even if you don't usually read the poems I post, try reading this one.

Here's What Our Parents Never Taught Us
by Shinji Moon

You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.

You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It’s okay.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.

You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.

All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.

You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.

One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.

Molt.
Don’t be afraid.

Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.

You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.

But it’s okay. I promise.

Remember,
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.




Sunday, November 18, 2012

High School Notes

My sketch books from High School are filled with what I called "notes." Most of these are from Earth Science.

5/9/04 Earth Science
"Oh Mrs. Farr, I'm gonna take your class next year."
"Oh no you're not."
Mrs. Farr was a terrible teacher, but at least she was a sassy pants. 
I distinctly remember Robbie asking if a dinosaur could have flown to other planets.

This is what I imagined it would look like.

Ayana wore these little beaded slippers that she was always slipping on and off under her desk.

"Mrs. Farr tells Jose to put on his shoes. 'Why? Half everybody back here ain't got no shoes!' See everyone silently slip their feet back into their shoes.
Earth Science was a painfully boring class. Everyone just lounged around while Mrs. Farr talked. This included removing your foot wear. Jose, however, went too far when he put his socked feet up on the desk. His getting spotted nearly ruined it for everyone.
Also pregnant classmate Dolly in the corner there.

"Ayana has sweet cough drops, everyone starts coughing."
Ayana had to share, since everyone suddenly had a cough. Those cough drops were fantastic.
"
Ice cream in the morning, french fries at lunch..."
Robbie was bouncing off the walls, and the teacher asked him what he'd eaten that day.
Jose was apparently opposed to all forms of clothing. By this point in the school year Mrs. Farr didn't even care.
And Dolly got pregnant-er.





Cinco De Mayo
You can't see it in this picture, but I made note that the boy in the upper left hand corner had a Mexican flag draped around his shoulders.
Took the time to color this note in.