10.15.2006

i'm tired...did i mention the weekend just ended?


IMG_8258.JPG, originally uploaded by gitdown.

10.14.2006

perception

«The view of various lines I am drawing on this blackboard calls forth just as many different feelings: the view of a broken or a continuous line produces certain effect on the nervous system itself. We get agreeable or disagreeable impressions from the lines perceived with our eyes. If we begin investigating the effect of these impressions on our ability to feel, with will come to being selective: one line tires us, the other line pleases; this system of non-interconnected lines excites us, and that rhythmic system calms us down; very soon you will see that selection goes spontaneously, and certain preferences get established, in them one would inevitably come to a conclusion that artists permanently select those lines and shapes which satisfy our senses. In this sphere of lines and shapes satisfying our senses, we again get proof of the omnipotence of harmony. What are the moments of aesthetic effect in architecture? The ones perceived with our eyes. What does our eye perceive? Surfaces, shapes, lines. So, the point is that from all parts of an architectural piece it is necessary to create a unity arising aesthetic excitation, a unity of shapes making it, spiritualizing it, attributing to it the relations and proportions between their parts which give our senses the impression of orderliness.» (Le Corbusier, 1924)

10.12.2006

sometimes people suck


sometimes people suck, originally uploaded by prettyjjbean.

oh dearest me, let me just skip a heartbeat and jump up and down to celebrate the wonderful joys of being a team-player...argh...*do you hear the blatant sarcasm just exuding from the pores of this page?*

10.08.2006

can you spell headache?

h---e---a----d----(er) a---c---(ack!)...i can't do it, my head hurts too much! *pout*

10.05.2006

ipod shuffle play an be evil


otisredding-0511, originally uploaded by raccoflickr.

otis redding's "just one more day" appeared out of no where, catching me off guard and leaving no room for escape, haunting that part of my conscience that i thought i had buried so well...

i've been missing you for so many days
i keep wanting you [lord} in so many ways
i cant get you off of my mind
but true love is so hard to find
i want yet another day
i need another day
darling, let me have another more day
and i can be anything that you want me to be, now
the sweet things you used to do to me
sometimes you used to say them to me
i can't forget those lovely days
but this is the price i am about to pay
i want another day
you can let me have just one more day
I need one more day
and I will do anything that you want me to to
i will do anything that you want me to do, now
say anything that you want me to say
buy you anything you want me to buy
and i can cherish you till the day I die
if you let me have another day
please let me have one more day
i want just one more day [lord}
and it can be anything that you want it to be

10.04.2006

disguise



"More fundamentally...lies in the intrinsically problematic nature of artistic biography itself. Which is primary, the 'work' or the 'life'? Does one explain the other? And where is the boundary between them? These are questions that Duchamp's example poses in a more acute--and surely more self-conscious--form than almost any other. Defining the artist as a 'mediumistic being' necessarily unconscious of the meaning of what he produces, Duchamp quoted approvingly the words of T.S. Eliot: 'The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates.'"

the key to a good morning smile



i woke up sunday morning groggy and still tired..a little apprehensive as to starting off the day (tho it already be mid-morning). i was luck to discover this video for a song called "dance with me" on nouvelle vague's new album. the black and white clip is guaranteed to put a smile on anyone's face who has a heart for all things cute, silly, and romantic. for those who are not familiar with this movie, it is a scene from jean-luc godard's "bande à part" (or "band of outsiders" for the non-french speakers). godard described this movie himself as "alice in wonderland meets franz kafka"...and as most of you know, i love tumbling down any rabbit hole to see what kinds of
adventures wait for me. *smile*