got a letter from surrogate brother today expressing his grief:

So today one of my favorite actors passed away.

Ozzie Davis

He was one of the first black film directors in Hollywood, an active voice in the civil rights movement, and one of America's finest actors.

His role as Da Mayor in "Do the Right Thing" is forever burned in my memory, as he was the lone voice of reason against an angry mob ready to burn down a Korean grocery store.
One of my favorite roles of his was as former president JFK, who teams up with Elvis to battle an ancient Egyptian mummy.

He also briefly appeared recently in the most inspiring film I had seen in recent memory, "BAADASSSSS!"

he was 87.

Go rent "Do the Right Thing"

If you don't like it, then you suck.
later.

SON

long night...just walked into my door not an hour ago. i have made the decision to quit the photography class and immerse myself instead into a research/reading frenzy with marco frascari since he will be leaving the school permanently next fall and i need to squeeze the sponge as much as possible beforehand. there is a wealth of knowledge that i have barely begun to tap...yesterday was a design productive day, the design of the tool is well underway...time to begin the construction now. had an extremely lovely lunch, basking in the sun and eating with chopsticks. was questioned why i touch people when i see them, i guess i have this tendency to either poke or give a gentle squeeze of the arm, and i never came to this realization...my answer, i guess i am an affectionate person. did you know that babies who are touched and stroked lovingly grow faster, recover form illness more quickly, sleep better, and are potentially more intelligible? besides, human touch is probably the one need that our society is lacking...it could be that if everyone was hugged during the day, there would be much less angst and bitterness---welcome to jenn's solutions for world betterment. (currently reading "a natural history of the senses" in order that i may become better attuned to the senses of the body) it is nice to know that people are observant of my actions more than i am myself at times...and nice to hear qualities about yourself that are positive.

on another note, there was a small get together, celebrating Estonia's independence day, or as i was informed the day estonia and russia signed the official peace treaty 85 years ago. andro and darma held a little gathering with food and drink, much more drink of course, and nonchalant talk was had for hours. everyday i am amazed more and more by the strange interaction this school has amongst itself-it truly is a community that is rare to find...i mean, how many times in your lifetime can you say that you had a german, chilean, argentinian, estonian, californian, and ohio-an engaged in a common conversation. it is wonderful to have these conversations and know that with each word exchanged, my own mind is being opened to new possibilities...not to mention possible places to visit.

vocabulary word of the day --- labile (constantly undergoing or likely to undergo change; unstable; readily or continually undergoing chemical, physical, or biological change or breakdown; characterized by wide fluctuations; emotionally unstable --- my dictionary, the one i've been carrying around since junior high, did not contain this word...what the heck? how am i supposed to keep myself educated if my resources fail to provide me with enough information...goes back to discussion had yesterday on the topic of tolerances...and how just because something looks good, or has the appearance of professionality, an extremely false sense of precision is perceived. may i never look so good, or appear in such a way that i am perceived falsely...

realized that i've been posting studio related matters to here...need to stop doing that. will try to be better at separating my waking conscious life from that which pervades my subconscious.

my homemade soundtrack for today===>

Lonely Soul-UNKLE...Psyence Fiction
Angels (Original)-Wax Poetic featuring Norah Jones...Angels - Single
Such Great Heights-The Postal Service...Give Up
Lebanese Blonde-Thievery Corporation ...The Mirror Conspiracy
Atomic Moog 2000 (Post Nuclear Afterlife Lounge Mix)...Coldcut-Let Us Play!
Fevered-The Stills...Logic Will Break Your Heart
Hyped-Up Plus Tax-Dabrye...One/Three
Run Into Flowers-M83...Dead Cities, Red Seas & Lost Ghosts
Teardrop-Massive Attack...Mezzanine
Destiny-Zero 7...Simple Things
Retour a Vega (Album Version)-The Stills...Retour a Vega
Rez (1993)-Underworld...Underworld 1992-2002
Dirge-Death In Vegas...The Contino Sessions
Finally Woken-Jem...Finally Woken

listening to: "roads" by portishead

OF REPENTANCE "Others form man; I only report him: and represent a particular one, ill fashioned enough, and whom, if I had to model him anew, I should certainly make something else than what he is: but that's past recalling. Now, though the features of my picture alter and change, 'tis not, however, unlike: the world eternally turns round; all things therein are incessantly moving, the earth, the rocks of Caucaus, and the pyramids of Egypt, both by the public motion and their own. Even constancy itself is no other but a slower and more languishing motion. I cannot fix my object; 'tis always tottering and reeling by a natural giddiness: I take it as it is at the instant I consider it. I do not paint its being, I paint its passage, not a passing from one age to another, or, as the people say, from seven to seven years, but from day to day, from minute to minute. I must accomodate my history to the hour: I may permanently change, not only by fortune, but also by intention. 'Tis a counterpart of various and changeable accidents, and of irresolute imaginations, and as it falls out, sometimes contrary, whether it be that I am then another self, or that I take subjects by other circumstances and considerations: so it is, that I may peradventure contradict myself, but, as Demades said, I never contradict the truth. Could my soul once take footing, I would not essayer out resolve: but it is always learning and making trial. I propose a life ordinary and without luster: 'tis all one; all moral philosophy may as well be applied to a common and private life, as to one of richer composition: every man carries the entire form of human condition. Authors communicate themselves to the people by some especial and extrinsic mark: I, the first of any, by my universal being; as Michel de Montaigne, not as a grammarian, a poet, or a lawyer. If the world find fault that I speak too much of myself, I find fault that they do not so much as think of themselves."