Wake up. Register the mental processing of the unconscious and conscious thought. Eyelids cover irises. Sensations of cold air.
Realize that you’re awake because you fell off the side of the bed during a tussel with a nightmare, again.
Wherefore is the night’s mare?
Was this a horse that careens through the minds of sleeping folks and deadened senses while their spiritual self floats elsewhere? A feminine animal of domesticity and pastures, that once roamed the hills and plains of the prairies, subdued to the servitude of the humans for centuries through cross-breeding and conditioning and now serves at the reins of Queen Mab coaches? A wary multitude that serves as a symbol for another.
Does the succubus haunt these hoof steps in the darkness, horseshoes clinking on invisible granite, taunting the sexual impulses of unwary maidenhood? Gasping for air and overwhelming passionate feelings are stirred into submission. What if the Sandmen are following these pathways, sprinkling grains of sands on children’s sleeping gazes for the exchange of their plucked eyes? Wide-awake and wide-eyed, blind to what is seen and ignored?
To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream.
- Shakespeare
Last night I went to a board games house party.
It was okay.
At first, we indulged in delicious food that everyone brought together as an impromptu potluck, sharing conversations and introductions with JS housemates. Afterwards we exchanged our white elephant presents (I received a Community-tele-themed mug filled with chocolate and candy from JS), and following a few too many glasses of wine, we settled upon an entertaining game of “guessing whom wrote whichever answers to one card questions, either correctly or incorrectly defining whom wrote what (or why)” and another game, Quelf, that relied on improv activities, before ending the evening the evening with a half-watched narrative of “Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain aka The Fabulous Destiny of Amélie Poulain.”
Well, then.
(actual email from interaction design prof)
“The first lecture for Narrative and New Media this morning was very interesting.
By interesting, I mean that 40% of you didn’t bother to show up.
Now, I understand that the class was early and you forgot that it was the first day of school and your blankets were warm and it was cold and cloudy outside and your alarm didn’t go off and the Sky Train broke and you were entranced by the image of yourself reflected in the mirror on the ceiling above your bed.
As far as getting-higher-grades-by-sucking-up-to the-prof strategies go, you didn’t pick a winner.”
(actual email excerpt from humor-literature prof)
“SFU’s vast and all-knowing Student Information System informed everyone EXCEPT ME, THE INSTRUCTOR, that English 376 meets in different rooms on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
So while you were sitting in Blusson Hall wondering where I was, I was sitting in RCB wondering where you all were.
I will leave it to you to ponder whether this absurdity is somehow ironically appropriate for a course on humour studies; I’m too busy being pissed off to see any humour in it at the moment.”
Three pretty pairs of heels that I picked up at the thrift store the other day.* read more at my fashion blog
There are thousands of thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen and writes.
- William Makepeace Thackeray
In anticipation for the fresh, blank pages of this upcoming year, I have accumulated a series of imaginative drawings and illustration in agendas from the stationery brand, Pony Brown. This year is a resolution of sorts, to live a simpler and quiet lifestyle with one place for jotting down thoughts, daily to-do activities and tasks, followed with a worn down and memorable book of memories at the conclusion of the 2012.
“PONY BROWN is a new Korean stationery brand only started since 2008. The key character which has no name, gained popularity in the Hong Kong market. According to the creative pair Mrs. Lee the owner and Mr. Oh the designer, the name PONY BROWN is not the name of the character at all, it came from Mr. Oh’s birth year zodiac as a horse thus PONY and his love of brown color.
As for why the main character has no name, idea is to have people loving the character fuse their life and spirit with the character’s attitude, to be bright and positive with attitude. The super cute character has a nick name though, since the series is called “My Little Friend”, in Korean language fusioning with English, the character is called “Mylipu” (My Little Pu, “Pu” means friend in Korean). “(src)
“Our minds always think in terms of dichotomies. They cannot think without dividing. Whenever we go to think about something, we dissect it, we divide it into two.
That is the methodology of the mind.
Mind cannot think in terms of Unity, in terms of synthesis. Mind thinks in terms of analysis, so, everything passing through the prism of the mind becomes divided.
So do not create dichotomies. First you create dichotomies, then you create problems, then you go on solving them.” (Osho)
One of the many reasons that I’m constantly finding difficulty with the maintenance of an (7-years ongoing) online platform for the blog is that there are times, which have been suggested by an endless number of life-wisdom books, advising from older-than-I fellows, and youth-adult literature is that… the choices and decisions, notwithstanding the lifestyle of the someone’s in their twenties is a constant flux of upheaval and change: the individual is always donning new masks upon themselves among an professional, personal, filial and private environment that dictates our credibility (an intangible currency of the give-and-take economics) within human society.
Of course, this is the natural order of things that has been ongoing for centuries and centuries of recorded human histories, an similar idea to that the notion that life is a condition of death (and vice versa). The sciences of evolution dictated that adaption to the social, and elemental, environment is one of these necessary continuation of the species, any species, including humans. Transitions of the biological-social, between childhood and deemed maturity (ie. adulthood) is an adolescence that every person on earth must endure.
My point being..?
That these age-old patterns of what appears, initially, as an inconsistency style of written and content, are the attempts of an identity-crisis based on adaption to the consistent searching for new media, new knowledge, new stimuli and new information to acquire. What can be seen as general confusion and chaos, is yet an intuitive pattern that continues unto an reiteration, infinitely.
So, then.
Concurrently, there is a posterous-platform hosted blog that contains an archive of the past 2-3 years, archives of quotes, visualizations relating to interaction design & theories, something that only recently I’ve stepped away from. There’s also the other tumblr-platform hosted blog that features an near-indefinite scroll of graphic design, illustrations and fashion that have continued to inspire within the artist community. Flickr is the filtered lens that documents the optical illusions that I see this world as, and is.
However, since that my interests have continued a steady progression towards linguistics, theoretical and philosophies in academics, and also as an maintenance of the self with emphasis towards developing an influence of style, fashion and function.. I will be continuing to collect thoughts, ideas, and academia-related articles at the gravity drift, and other fashion-related posts are at the birdcut blog for now.
“The purpose of learning is growth, and our minds, unlike our bodies, can continue growing as long as we live.”
Mortimer Adler
