Sunday, February 21, 2010

Dream house

I went to the Dream House by La Monte Young and Marian Zazeela in Chinatown last night. If you haven't been, I would recommend it. Its an art installation that essentially deals with consistent light and sound frequencies (there's more subtext to it, but for a short story we'll just say that). The room is all white with fluorescent purple lights, 9 pillows on the floor, and 4 speakers. Each speaker is set to a different frequency, and when you are in different parts of the room  it sounds different. The sounds combine to create an all encompassing din, which at first was unnerving, but then becomes incredibly relaxing. The din was so loud and constant that I couldn't think, which completely relaxed my mind.  It also reminded me of punk shows in high school. I used to go to these crazy shows, but I would always feel like going to sleep. Weird, I know, but its that sound immersion that allows my mind to totally turn off. I could have stayed in there for hours.

cab driver

Before I forget, I was in a cab last week and had the following experience. I sat in the front seat and my 3 friends were in the back, classical music was playing, I said "great music." The driver, a strong wise sounding black man with a resonating deep voice and accent said to me, "classical music is the only music that doesn't detract, it always gives." I was immediately hooked, anything he said to me at that point I would have believed." He said he was from Guyana, and then asked how many countries were in South America. I thought, "this is just like cash cab!"- awesome. I guessed 20, there are 13. Then he proceeded to name all the capitals of each country. It was one of the best cab rides I've ever experienced.

my body

Yesterday I was looking at my body, I'm old. I think it just happened but I like it, I accept.

in 5 years

When asked how I see myself in 5 years, all I could think of was me in a room with really great natural lighting. I am doing something creative, but I don't know what it was.
I've always done what comes to me. From my choice of high school, then going to BYU, and now working at fred flare. It was just me doing what came. Those things aren't coming to me anymore, and I feel like now its up to me to bring on the next phase. It would help if I knew what I wanted, only that is the hardest question anyone could ask me. What do "I" want. How do other people know what they want? How do they pin their careers or education on one choice? One moment where they say "and then I knew"?

Sunday, February 14, 2010

happy valentines day!

the red shorts unexpectedly came out of hibernation, just as the door was about to close.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

looking through glass

I feel like a have a real problem connecting with people. I observe them as if they are part of an exhibit or something. Rather than engaging myself with them, I listen, absorb, and nod. I'm stuck inside myself, I don't even know what it would be like if I were not like that. I ask Nate Housley- how do I get out?

fun photoshoot friday

Monday, February 1, 2010

dear alissa

I bless you that you will be a writer.