Tim Burton Made Me Do It
March 31, 2009
I watched this really awesome Tim Burton interview, where he talked about his art process. His doodles, which he creates during dark times to express an emotional state, eventually turn into characters like Jack Skellington and Edward Scissorhands. I have always loved Tim Burton, but his art seems so much more profound after hearing him speak.
He lets his scribbles express himself; this is something I have always wanted to experience, but lacking the skills I never tried. But his scribbles are just that—-pencil lines! The hardest part is letting yourself go, and letting your hand move on the page.
Today at work I modeled Tim Burton’s doodles. My fine piece of artwork* (see below) was inspired by nightmares I had that morning of birds attacking me (Like in “The Birds!”), and experiencing the delirium of making phones calls to strangers all day long.
*sarcasm
Raw Banana Pancakes
March 29, 2009
Raw Banana Pancakes
Pancake: Ground flaxseed, pureed banana, raw agave
Coconut Creme: Young thai coconut meat, cashews, vanilla, water
Top with fresh organic strawberrues, raw agave, and raw walnuts.
Intersected
March 25, 2009
My old friend from college, Jamie, has become quite a celebrity blogger as of late. She posted this contest, to write a short blurb in response to her blog tagline. I decided to take up the challenge because of the interesting question it posed (and for the prize—a blog make-over!).
“That place where work, love, and life all meet and you wonder, “where the hell do I go from here?”
The journey is the destination.
I keep reminding myself this when things seem tough, when the road gets windy and the wind stings my eyes. I am 23, and at the beginning stages of all possibilities. I have no attachments, no boundaries—my youth, my age, my bright attitude is at its peek and it’s now or never.
It seems that my work is my life, and my life is my work, and surrounded by this pattern is all encompassing love. I do not see work, love, and life as separate entities, which can become intersected in a jumbled mess. They are three faces of the same coin, all interconnected by my own life-energy.
The beginning of my journey, and the destination all live in this very present moment. I have nowhere to go from here, because I have already arrived.
Gender Roles in America
March 24, 2009
Protected: Victory Garden
March 22, 2009
Charlie Kaufman is a Genius
March 14, 2009
I cannot emphasize enough how much I love Charlie Kaufman. His movies are completely esoteric, and they always make me question life, love, and what it is to be human.
Thomas L. Friedman: The Other Side of Outsourcing
March 12, 2009
Everyone’s everyone.
March 8, 2009
Millicent Weems: Now it is waiting and nobody cares. And when you’re wait is over this room will still exist and it will continue to hold shoes and dress and boxes and maybe someday another waiting person. And maybe not. The room doesn’t care either.
Millicent Weems: What was once before you – an exciting, mysterious future – is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone’s experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone’s everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It’s yours. It is time for you to understand this.
Millicent Weems: Walk.
Millicent Weems: As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving – not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are…
Millicent Weems: Gone.
—- Charlie Kaufman, Synecdoche, New York
Great is language….
March 7, 2009
“Great is language….it is the mightiest of the sciences,
It is the fulness and color and form and diversity of the
earth….and of men and women….and of all
qualities and processes;
It is greater than wealth….it is greater than buildings or
ships or religions or paintings or music.”
— Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass: Great are the Myths (1855)
Fall in Love
March 1, 2009
Hush. Calm yourself. Life is flux and change. The cost of existence is high. Think of the burning and sun converting four hundred tons of hydrogen into helium every second! Think of the bill to pay for human consciousness. Stop whining. It is all on loan. Accept your life with cheerful affection. Fall in love. Fall in love outward. Fall in love with this moment, with this earth now. In that response will be the seeds of right action or right nonaction. Fall in love and see what happens.
— Standing in the Light: My Life as a Pantheist, Sharman Apt Russell
The Phoenix Falls 