I will be participating in the Vipassana Meditation Retreat starting mid next week.
Archive for May, 2005
Andrea Levy never read a book until she was 23 and didn’t start writing until her mid-30s. Now 49, she’s the author of four books, including Small Island, which in 2004 won three major awards in her native Britain. She’s your role model for the next four weeks, Leo. What natural talent have you failed to develop so far? Let Levy inspire you to shed your regret about it and dive in to a new era of full engagement.
That’s what Rob Brezsny has to say.
Interestingly, it seems like I’ve been immersed in a series of reminders lately. Instead of hazy memories, some things are coming back full force. I had forgotten how creative I used to be, what it’s like to make something that you can actually hold in your hand and look at without the aid of a computer. All the writing, the collage, the books, the drawings, etc. that I made so steadily years ago, all the crazy, but creative ideas that constantly infiltrated and overwhelmed me…I wonder what that Karla who kept it up is doing now. She’s been leaving me a trail of breadcrumbs. Anyone who’s around me notices sooner or later my unusually-large-for-a-small-girl appetite. Even the crumbs can’t escape. It seems like we’re bound to finally meet face to face any day now.
So my random – green monochromatic vision thing (refer to an earlier post) became more strangely focused. Last week as I lay down to sleep the green lines started to stir up against the black again. 2 specific moving images looped. Both were the result of earlier encounters that day.
The first image was of
Pushing Hands – as in Tai Chi. It was a close up of 2 pairs of hands acting & counteracting over and over. I checked out a Yang style Tai Chi school after work. Real chi in action is subtle, but interesting to watch. The Sifu told me he’s schooling himself on some physics. The energy definitely flows through him. After 25 years of practice, he’s still trying to understand what it is.
The other moving image was of a particular wood puzzle created by a retired physicist. The puzzle is the Platonic solids – the tetrahedron, the cube, the octahedron, the dodecahedron and the icosahedron nested inside of each other. Apparently it’s considered a phenomenal achievement – to get them to fit perfectly inside one another. The result of more than 40 years of mathematical puzzle making. In any case, in my imagery – each form would replace the other (same size though) – 1-5, then loop again.
Even when I opened my eyes for a few seconds and closed them again – the two moving images would reappear, repeat and interchange. This went on until I fell asleep. Totally weird.
A number of years ago I had the pleasure of meeting Jamel Shabazz while working on a shoot for Honey Magazine. I was assisting a stylist – and he was the photographer. We shot on location at Skate Key in the Bronx. I had a chance to play a little and roll around the rink in old school skates. It was kinda funny and not very easy. I was so used to inline skates and those things are like trucks for your feet. Anyay, I remember Jamel as a chill, mild mannered guy whose main gig at the time was working as a corrections officer (don’t know if he still is). He wasn’t too enthused to be doing a fashion spread. I guess it was just way too much fuss for him considering his usual photo work. Since then, his highly popular collection of 1980s NYC street portraits has been published as
and no doubt continues to find its way into the hands of retro 1980s enthusiasts & nostalgists, hip-hop fans and many other urbanites across the globe.
Mr. Shabazz along with Joe Conzo and Ernie Paniccioli are having an exhibit together at the Xpo @ Gallerie in Dumbo this Friday. The show will be a collection of their individual photo documentations of hip-hop culture from its inception. I DJ’ed an opening at the Xpo about a month or so ago. Along with the usual wine & cheese gallery opening fare, the Xpo also serves up some yummy microbrews AND coffee. Guess they really wanna keep you hoppin’.
3 THE HARD WAY
Jamel Shabazz, Joe Conzo & Ernie Paniccioli
Opens Friday May 13th at 7pm
the Xpo @ Gallerie
63 Pearl Street
F train to York, AC to Brooklyn Bridge,
under Manhattan Bridge
Arianna Huffington’s assemblage of celebrity concern, criticism and commentary debuted with her Huffington Post launch yesterday. “The Blog” is putting the likes of Walter Cronkite (hey that kinda rhymes!), Bill Maher, John Cusack and Ellen Degeneres together in one room. Even though the posts do not seem open to public remarks – it would be great if the celebs posted commentary on each other. That would make for a more interesting conversation and possible worthwhile gossip. Here are some silly fabricated outtakes from The Guardian.
(add 5/11 – This is even better.)
*5/19 Another update: a quick search and it seems everyone (including me) & their mother unwittingly thought to use “Huffing and Puffing” as their title reference to Arianna’s HP.
Am I the only one that immediately thinks of afuches/cabasas and shekeres when I look at a nanogear? I guess not too many people get to see an illustration of a nanogear, much less an actual one. But yo, check it out. And I even found some matching colors! (note: the colors were already as is. I didn’t alter any of them to correspond)
OK – the formatting of this template is acting funky. Figuring out how to get it back.Got it back.
To be nobody-but-myself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
I first encountered this quote in grade school reading one of Paul Zindel’s Pigman books. (At least I think it was one of those books). It moved me so much that it became one of the first writings I made a point to memorize. I always thought it was just a simple poem – as I was never able to find those words again despite early attempts (before Internet) to search through random e.e. cummings writings.
A few weeks ago, I read the Foreward to Critical Path by R. Buckminster Fuller. In it, he quotes A Poet’s Advice by e.e. cummings in full. Suffice to say – I found them again, but this time in their complete context – and referenced by my current inspiration. And they were friends at that. Old Karla meets new Karla. Or maybe it’s younger meets older? Back in the day meets current? Anyhoo – nice how good things come back ’round again.