ODD JOB ADVENTURE

September 11, 2008 | Filed Under big ideas, friends, happening, job responsibilities | Leave a Comment 

out of work Freelance Writer/Designer/Illustrator and friend of mine Tori is starting a cool project in which she takes any weirdo odd job she can get and blogs about it.  Knowing her to be a funny, funny person, I’m looking fwd to this. 

Read more ’bout it on Pecanne Log and, of course, check out Tori’s new blog, Lemonade Standoff. 

If you’re in Atlanta and you have something for her to do, and don’t mind tossing her a few bucks, let her know!



POEM AS COMIC STRIP

August 14, 2008 | Filed Under art, big ideas, god bless the internet, poetry | Leave a Comment 

This is a really cool project.  Be sure to view the whole thing.. and check out the other ones.  the site is a little weird to navigate, but you’ll find the links to 1-5 to the right of the article.



CAMPAIGN 2012

August 6, 2008 | Filed Under big ideas, funny haha, mysterious, politics, time travel | 3 Comments 

obama / quetzalcoatl - 2012

realized yesterday that 2012 is not only the end of the world/mayan calendar - but it will also be an election year… presumably for Obama’s 2nd term.  Holden and I thought of a great idea for a running mate!

I actually ordered a few of these bumper stickers from makestickers.com. I’ll have some extras if anyone wants one…



IAPETUS SONG

July 24, 2008 | Filed Under art, big ideas, music, poetry, space | Leave a Comment 

New poem/song lyrics - - I’ve been working on this off and on for a while, and I think it’s just about finished.  I started setting it to music last night and it’s coming together nicely.  I’m looking forward to recording it.  Feedback is welcome.

 

EXPECTANT, SHE CONSIDERS IAPETUS FROM ABOVE

Watching as you turn below
and I’m encircling you
olive wreath
your new mountain heath
the first thing
the greatest
fresh grown

As below, now so above
a vessel brimming in love
now within
she’s roving and turning again
she’s a lion
an ibis
a dove

Iapetus! O’apetus!
Once, Again, and Once again
Iapetus! My’apetus!
Thrice great, Ao! Ao! Ao!

I’m just one of your satellites
but here I can see so far
so let us sing
of Saturn’s rings
harmonious
together
inclined

I thought I felt my cells divide
my life diverging to lives
soon I’ll bloom
like your original plume
first warm water
then fire
then ice 

 

If anyone is looking for some interesting reading, this crazy-ass article is what sparked my original interest in Saturn’s “moon” Iapetus, and relatedly, wikipedia’s take on panspermia/exogenesis and hermeticism.

 



DREAM SEQUENCE

June 4, 2008 | Filed Under big ideas, mysterious | 1 Comment 

isn’t the “description of the weird dream i had last night” one of the most annoying blog posts possible?  

the answer is no, it’s very funny and interesting.  listen:

i had the wildest dream last night!  I dreamt that my whole family and I were at an amusement park, disney world style.  we went on the “Finding Nemo” ride, which was kinda like the old-school pirates of the caribbean, in that you’re in a dark room with water… but there was no boat, you just waded into this waist deep water, and there were frozen fish floating around that would thaw out and come back to life and swim around.  I recall the “object of the game of the ride” was to try to find nemo… so we were lookin everywhere…

and we found ourselves in a room with GIANT maps covering the walls and tables.  we were seriously trying to plan a search for Nemo.  Admiral Adama from Battlestar Galactica was there, angrily squinting at the maps.  He said, “How in hell are we supposed to know whether Nemo is in Paris, the Island of Hawaii or Paris, the Island of Iran?”  I remember thinking to myself… hmm, i knew about Paris, Texas, but I had no idea there were others, too… but I looked at the maps, and sure enough.  Then one of Adama’s assistants piped up, pointing at a new map, “Sir, for all we know, he could also be in Paris, the Island of Labrador.”  This made the Admiral mad and he pounded on the table and said, “Dammit!”

Then we were at my Aunt’s house, but it had been redecorated to look like one of those huge party-barge boats from the 70s.  there was wood paneling everywhere and doors that slid into the walls.  interestingly, my aunt’s house really has those kinds of doors in real life.  after a while, we actually were on a party-barge.  i looked out over the railing, and saw another boat docked nearby.  it was full of middle aged nudists.  a couple of the nudists came over to our boat and offered to help us search for Nemo.  We were reluctant to accept their naked help, but we did because they knew the sea. 

 

WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?!?!?

 

 



GOLDEN RATIO IN FAMOUS DRUM BREAK

April 24, 2008 | Filed Under big ideas, music, mysterious | Leave a Comment 

from “The Amen Break and the Golden Ratio”:

A student recently asked if I had any insights into why the “Amen Break” is so popular in some modern music. “What’s that?” I had to admit that I hadn’t heard of it. But when we listened to it, a drum break beat, I recognized the rhythm right away. I’d heard it in television commercials and the music of James Brown, and elsewhere. You probably have too. I became intrigued when I saw an image of the audio waves themselves because I immediately recognized the Golden Ratio in the structure of its timing. And I was surprised to find an even deeper relationship to the structure of the human body.

An interesting read!



COULD BE A FIB

March 27, 2008 | Filed Under big ideas, poetry | 1 Comment 

(found this while wikipedia-ing):

 Fib is an experimental Western poetry form, bearing similarities to haiku, but based on the Fibonacci sequence. That is, the typical fib and one version of the contemporary Western haiku both follow a strict structure. The typical fib is a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8  

an example::

One

Small,

Precise,

Poetic,

Spiraling mixture:

Math plus poetry yields the Fib.

— Pincus, Gregory K.[1]

 



Christmas Components

November 29, 2006 | Filed Under big ideas, god bless the internet, good lord, politics | Leave a Comment 

“A lovely thing about Christmas is that it’s compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.” — Garrison Keillor“If they could, secularists would cancel Christmas as a holiday. That’s how much they fear the exposition of the philosophy of Jesus.” — Bill O’Reilly

Bill O’Reilly and Garrison Keillor certainly and obviously hail from opposite sides of the tracks - but believe it or not, they actually share a tiny little piece of common ground. Sort of. Garrison, of course, is the voice of reason and wisdom to Bill’s raving lunatic, but apparently they both want to keep Christmas in the world.There are differences to their approaches, not surprisingly. Bill’s solution to end the “War on Christmas” would be to force all non-christians to willingly defer rule to christianity and christian symbolism in public, without any “equal time” for other faiths, essentially because “we were here first,” and any entity proposing a compromise that might omit the word Christ must be economically boycotted. O’Reilly sees any adaptation motivated by a sense of political correctness as a religious persecution against Christians, and the fundies love him for it.So what about those of us libs who also happen to really like Christmas? This is where Garrison Keillor chimes in today on Salon:

“Whether or not you believe that the Creator of the Universe came to earth in the body of a child, the day itself is an enormous gift.

There are people who feel “excluded” by Christian symbolism and are offended by the manger and the angels and the Child, but there have always been humorless, legalistic people. Complaint is an American art form, and in our time it has been raised to an operatic level. To which one can only say: Get a life. When you go to France, you don’t expect a stack of buckwheat pancakes for breakfast or Le Monde to print box scores. You’re in France. Now you’re in America. It’s a Christian culture. Work with it.”

His argument, (also against the over-compensation of the p.c.-minded), is more about recognizing the fact that the religious component of Christmas is actually a pretty small fragment of the already long-since secularized “Christmas season”. He says there’s plenty of room for non-christians to enjoy Christmas, and that the trappings of the season, with all the food, nostalgia, and carols do not require an adherence to any particular faith to be enjoyed.Basically, his much more rational point of view is that, in our current society, it’s true that Christianity was here first. Pretty early on, however, the Christmas holiday extravaganza got firmly established in the secular world and was commercialized in a million films, songs, and store promotions. There’s all this great food, pretty lights, and kids love Santa Claus. It’s a very American, capitalistic, and in the past 100 years, a hugely secular thing. I think what he’s saying here is that if you’re not Christian, or even if you’re not religious at all, you can still eat the cookies and watch the rudolph special, and even still feel some goodwill towards men or something.None of us, Garrison included, would ever want to live in the near-theocratic society that Bill-O’s followers dream of. I don’t think Garrison is suggesting that Christianity get any special treatment at Christmastime, or that any other religious holiday should be silenced, just that the reality is, there’s a whole Christmas culture that a lot of people feel sentimental about and are really fond of, and he doesn’t want it to disappear into a politically homogenized fog.Politics aside, the majority of Garrison’s piece is really about elucidating what’s beautiful and wonderful about Christmas in the first place; why it’s something that so many people care about at all. I particularly love how he first observes the season through the eyes of a little girl and then later, as an adult full of the pain of life - and the moment during Silent Night on Christmas Eve when all your Christmases meld into one.If nothing else, at least we know Garrison Keillor can beat Bill O’Reilly at poetics.

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Another Christmas-related item: The Sufjan Stevens: Songs for Christmas box set is out now. Last year, I blogged about three of these five E.P.s, as they weren’t available to buy, but you could find them online. (Now the links go to this page.) I listened to them a lot and they’re really great. I guess the story is that he does a Christmas E.P. with his friends every year as a tradition. I think the ones that were online were the first three years, ’cause the way Pitchfork writes about the more recent ones sounds like something I haven’t heard yet. I would ask for this set for Christmas, but that doesn’t really make sense… I want to be listening to this in the car on the way home, you know? Guess it’s going on my grocery list. 

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Finally, while doing all this Christmas themed googling today, I came across this:Not very secular, especially for characters that most people consider pretty secular, but I bet Garrison Keillor still likes it. And that Vince Guaraldi music is really something. Might be going on my grocery list also. 



P.S. Page Me Later

September 26, 2006 | Filed Under art, big ideas, found, god bless the internet, mysterious, photo, reading, time travel | Leave a Comment 

I found Found Magazine’s website. It’s wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. I wish I still had the amazing note that was left on my car by some Savannah vandals after they wrecked the deer skull I had attached to my bumper. It was hilarious. I can’t remember what it said exactly, but I loved it and I saved it, but it’s vanished by now into the ether. Maybe it’ll turn up again one day and I’ll send it in to Found Mag. Here’s what they’re all about:

We collect found stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids’ homework, to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, doodles- anything that gives a glimpse into someone else’s life. Anything goes.We certainly didn’t invent the idea of found stuff being cool. Every time we visit our friends in other towns, someone’s always got some kind of unbelievable discovered note or photo on their fridge. We decided to make a bunch of projects so that everyone can check out all the strange, hilarious and heartbreaking things people have picked up and passed our way.

You should read the rest of the about page… the note that started it all is pretty great… and then check out some of the finds, complete with brief explanations of the context in which they were discovered.This is my favorite one for today:

Ralph’s NoteFOUND by Jennifer in New York, New YorkI had been playing my music (which can get pretty odd at times) one night in my apartment. The next day, I woke up to a lot of sounds outside my door. I opened my door to see paramedics taking away my neighbor. He had died, apparently during the night.

By the way, we lucky Atlantans can pick up the yearly paper version of the magazine at Criminal Records... Just so you know. I’m gonna be looking for it.God, i love this stuff.



A Chaos of Conscious Forces

September 25, 2006 | Filed Under art, big ideas, found, god bless the internet, mysterious, photo, time travel | Leave a Comment 

Listen: I’ve been accumulating a pretty nice collection of bookmarks to various photo and imagery archives around the internets for a while now, with the intention of sharing. There is so much visual treasure just waiting to be looked at, from Soviet-era maps of the U.K. to photos developed from film found in cameras at antique stores and flea markets to hundreds of scans of old illustrations from the turn of the century.[I have to disclaim that I’ve been turned on to a large majority of these collections via Boing Boing, (though I’ve found some on my own,) so if you’re a regular BB reader, I ask you to forgive a little repetition. But I think some of y’all might not have seen this stuff, and I want you to.]So I’m gonna start posting some of these archives regularly.To start: a really nicely designed site about found photos from Buenos Aires.And this:

‘A city is, properly speaking, more poetic even than a countryside, for while Nature is a chaos of unconscious forces, a city is a chaos of conscious ones. The crest of the flower or the pattern of the lichen may or may not be significant symbols. But there is no stone in the street and no brick in the wall that is not actually a deliberate symbol -a message from some man, as much as if it were a telegram or a post-card. The narrowest street possesses, in every crook and twist of its intention, the soul of the man who built it.’ 

Well put, G.K. Chesterson.By the way, I like the layout of this website. The photos are neatly separated into categories, and you get the thumbnails and the actual photo you’re looking at in the same screen. Everything here is pretty good, but the “pieces” section is especially worth seeing.



Reverse Graffiti

September 13, 2006 | Filed Under art, big ideas, photo | 5 Comments 



Jackpot-aroid

July 14, 2006 | Filed Under big ideas, d'etre, happening, job responsibilities, photo, projects | 3 Comments 

Major score in the Polaroid department - my awesome boss on We Are Marshall remembered that I’m a Polaroid-head and just gave me an entire case of film that was left over in hair/makeup/wardrobe land!We’re talking 30 double packs of instant gratification.that’s 600 pictures just waiting to be called from the ether into existence. So get ready, folks. I’m gonna be wantin’ to take yer picture…



Billy Collins is a Moth on a Bell

June 10, 2006 | Filed Under big ideas, poetry, reading | Leave a Comment 

When the crew is shooting nights, I’m the skeleton who holds it down in the production office while everyone else is either on set or at home in bed. So a while back, we were at the end of a week of night shoots, I think it was a Friday night, and I was at the end of my day, which was really the beginning of Saturday morning. I tell you this to set the scene: I was driving home listening to the radio, which I very rarely do at 6 am on a Saturday, and I heard a show on Album 88 that I didn’t know existed. (it’s not on their current schedule, so maybe it doesn’t.) It was a poetry show, and when I called in to ask who we were listening to, I was told that it was the first show they had ever done, and they were glad someone was out there to hear it. I hope it wasn’t the last one, ’cause it was really good, and it introduced me to a poet whom I’d never heard of, and who I’d like you to meet.Dude’s name is Billy Collins, and he was the U.S. Poet Laureate from 2001 to 2003. In 2004, he was named the Poet Laureate of New York State, and he jokes about being the Poet Laureate of his zip code next. This guy is really something. I don’t say this about everyone, but homeboy’s a lyricist. He reminds me of a combination of Hemingway, Tom Robbins, and Shel Silverstein, in the sense that his poems are pretty declarative and straightforward, even though they often deal with some pretty cosmic concepts, but it’s all tempered with a dry, playful wit, and somehow retains a sense of wonder and optimism. Those are my impressions, at least, based on what little I heard and subsequently read. I’m defintely not gonna claim to be an expert on the guy’s work, but I’m looking into reading the rest of it.I did find one website that has a lot of his stuff online, but it’s really poorly designed and has ugly pop-ups, so check it at your own risk. A much nicer place to start would be here, where you can actually listen to Billy reading his work. I’m pretty sure this CD is what they were playing on the radio the other night. I would suggest listening to everything they have, but I especially liked “Japan,” “Marginalia,” and “Nostalgia.”You know, poetry has a bad rep, mainly because there are a lot of bad poets out there, and a lot of them love to read their stuff out loud. I know I’ve often said, and have oftened been agreed with, that I really like poetry, but hate poetry readings and dislike poets in general. But once in a while, I’ll come across some really good stuff, and I have to admit that it’s pretty enjoyable to hear it read by the poet.Of course, I’m sure a huge reason why this stuff doesn’t bother me is that Collins obviously doesn’t take himself too seriously. He gets heavy sometimes, but then he’ll catch you off-guard with something really funny… or, better yet, occasionally he’ll pull off the extremely difficult maneuver of making you think he’s being light and jokey for the whole thing until you get to the last line or stanza and he just knocks you out with something really startlingly profound. That’s a move that is in danger of seeming pretentious, and is usually unsuccessful when attempted by the less skilled, but Billy makes it seem like the natural progression of his thoughts rather than some clever trick, and it works.



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