It has been a while since I have used the I Ching, and I have barely thought about it. For a while it was a staple in my life, and now its just sitting on my book shelf, forgotten along with the Tao Te Ching. I feel somewhat bad about that. I was just doing homework in the "China room" of the library, and as I was leaving, a copy of the I Ching caught my eye. I figured, "why not?"
I feel like I have been punished. I know that's not at all how it works, and it is more for forewarning and coping than anything else, but seriously. The first time I did it my hexagram was 58, Open. I was open in my lower and upper trigrams, so open in my inner and outer worlds. It seemed to be positive, until I realized I had a transforming line in my upper trigram I forgot to change. That completely changed everything. That one little line left me with 38, Polarizing. Not something I want right now, at all.
"The situation described by this hexagram is characterized by a tension between polar opposites, which needs to be acknowledged and given the proper place."
I tried again, with a different issue in mind, praying for a more positive outcome. Nope. No such luck. The Well.
"The situation described by this hexagram is characterized by the waters of life welling up from the depth. Maintaining a clear access to this central life cource is crucial for one's well-being and nourishment"
The well.
Amending the capital, not amending the well.
Without losing, without acquired.
Going, coming: welling, welling.
Muddy culmination: truly not-yet the well-rope in the well.
Ruining one's pitcher: pitfall.
Ehhhhh.
I just tried to explain this all to Britt, I am pretty sure she thinks I am crazy now. I am not one to believe in oracles, horoscopes, palm reading, any of that. Its all a load of bull. Especially horoscopes. They are so vague that you can apply it to any and all situations. However with the I Ching it is more about your life, your feelings, and what is heading your way. Each hexagram is so different and precise that you would really have to stretch to apply it to different parts of your life. Take Jenn's reaction, even she was a believer after one hexagram.
I want to get back into doing the I Ching on a regular basis, back to reading the Tao Te Ching and whatnot. I miss it.
I feel like this will be a post that is deleted tomorrow when I wake up. It's 5 am and I have barely slept in the last few days. Time for bed.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
My love for Dandelion Wind Opaine
It runs very deep.
Girls like her fascinate me, but I feel that she is the epitome of the "authentic" girl. I don't mean to sound like Carles, but it is true. Her music, her style, her words, all of it is her own, and he is not influenced by anyone else. As a musician, an artist, a director, everything is completely authentic. I mean, with a name like Dandelion Wind Opaine, how could you not be? ("She swears it's her real name and claims that she was raised by hippies in a cabin in the forests of central British Colombia with neither electricity nor running water." - via allmusic.com) She styles and directs all of Fan Death's videos and photo shoots, and every thing turns out to be different than anything I have ever seen before.
The Lab Magazine interviewed both her and Marta in Issue 00 for an article on Fan Death, and even all of her responses were so different. I cannot articulate exactly what I think about her originality. It's just crazy.
She directed the video for "Cannibal" (which I posted a few days ago) after some crazy mega-fan sent her and Marta life size, anatomically correct dolls of themselves (which remind me of the weird man in the video). She based the whole idea of the video off of those dolls. Also, she directed the video for Lady Sovereign's video for "I Got You Dancing." While of course I am a fan of Lady Sov, this video's content is so dynamic. Dandi was inspired by the Warriors and made this awesomely confrontational video with local dancers from Vancouver. Can you ever go wrong with a little bit of stop motion?
Behind the scenes clip of the shoot from Lab Magazine. Dandi styled both her and MArta, and the majority of the clothes that were used are actually Dandi's, along with from diesel Diesel shoes. (heh... heh...) And damn, anyone that can be electrocuted int he middle of a set and keep playing has points in my book. (Minus the guy from Shai Hulud... that was his fault. Even though it remains one of the most terrifying things I have ever witnessed)
Marta had a hilarious qoute in that interview that was printed in the magazine. "I don't hate anything. Only love." Then the next question he asks her response is: "I hate scrunchies!" Oh Marta... I love you too, but its just not the same.
Even just the idea of Fan Death amazes me. Dandi was (and still is) a part of the Dandi Wind Band, and Marta saw her perform, and decided to talk to her. Two years later, they have made this amazing creation. They have revived a genre of music that is seldom heard and enjoyed by my generation, and they gave it their own twist. Marta has roots in folk piano while Dandi is all about the electro side of music. Combine the two and the outcome is electro-disco, set for the current time.
I know this is media heavy, but I feel that it was worth it. Shes just so damn creative, innovative, authentic and already prolific. I just don't know what to do with myself... But I do know that I have a lot of respect for this girl. I wish I had the brain power right now to properly articulate what I am thinking.
"This is a coin for the well, I wish my wrongs were righted."
Girls like her fascinate me, but I feel that she is the epitome of the "authentic" girl. I don't mean to sound like Carles, but it is true. Her music, her style, her words, all of it is her own, and he is not influenced by anyone else. As a musician, an artist, a director, everything is completely authentic. I mean, with a name like Dandelion Wind Opaine, how could you not be? ("She swears it's her real name and claims that she was raised by hippies in a cabin in the forests of central British Colombia with neither electricity nor running water." - via allmusic.com) She styles and directs all of Fan Death's videos and photo shoots, and every thing turns out to be different than anything I have ever seen before.
The Lab Magazine interviewed both her and Marta in Issue 00 for an article on Fan Death, and even all of her responses were so different. I cannot articulate exactly what I think about her originality. It's just crazy.
She directed the video for "Cannibal" (which I posted a few days ago) after some crazy mega-fan sent her and Marta life size, anatomically correct dolls of themselves (which remind me of the weird man in the video). She based the whole idea of the video off of those dolls. Also, she directed the video for Lady Sovereign's video for "I Got You Dancing." While of course I am a fan of Lady Sov, this video's content is so dynamic. Dandi was inspired by the Warriors and made this awesomely confrontational video with local dancers from Vancouver. Can you ever go wrong with a little bit of stop motion?
Behind the scenes clip of the shoot from Lab Magazine. Dandi styled both her and MArta, and the majority of the clothes that were used are actually Dandi's, along with from diesel Diesel shoes. (heh... heh...) And damn, anyone that can be electrocuted int he middle of a set and keep playing has points in my book. (Minus the guy from Shai Hulud... that was his fault. Even though it remains one of the most terrifying things I have ever witnessed)
Marta had a hilarious qoute in that interview that was printed in the magazine. "I don't hate anything. Only love." Then the next question he asks her response is: "I hate scrunchies!" Oh Marta... I love you too, but its just not the same.
Even just the idea of Fan Death amazes me. Dandi was (and still is) a part of the Dandi Wind Band, and Marta saw her perform, and decided to talk to her. Two years later, they have made this amazing creation. They have revived a genre of music that is seldom heard and enjoyed by my generation, and they gave it their own twist. Marta has roots in folk piano while Dandi is all about the electro side of music. Combine the two and the outcome is electro-disco, set for the current time.
I know this is media heavy, but I feel that it was worth it. Shes just so damn creative, innovative, authentic and already prolific. I just don't know what to do with myself... But I do know that I have a lot of respect for this girl. I wish I had the brain power right now to properly articulate what I am thinking.
"This is a coin for the well, I wish my wrongs were righted."
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Slacking. Headache. Hungry.
I just created a tumblr, and the first thing I feel the need to do is to blog here, before posting anything there. I feel like I am cheating.
Friday was the last day of the classes for the semester. Although I only had one class, and hours and hours of work. Art history was the funniest class I think I have had all semester. Kim is very conservative, and even said "boobs" makes her blush. We were looking at a painting, I think it was a Matisse but I can't remember. Her commentary? "Her tits are hanging out!" Granted, this is true, and she had the weirdest shaped boobs we have ever seen. Malone: "I'm sorry what was the question? I can't stop looking at her chest..." One girl commented that they looked like a boomarang, making Ashley immediately go, "you mean like a booberang?!" And that was the funniest thing I have ever heard. I laughed so hard that Megan, who was a few classrooms down, texted me telling me that she heard me laugh.
Work Friday was the first time I had been in the new office. It was weird. It will be interesting being a new building. Especially without Megan...
Friday night Britt and I hung out, and went to GV to Melchor's. Afterwards we came back to her room and started watching a movie, but I immediately fell asleep, and woke up at 6:00. Walked back across campus to my room and it was 16 degrees out. Yuck.
Saturday I woke up late and did absolutely noting productive. Well, I did go to Volvo and get an oil change. Megan and I went to Vito's in Lovingston for dinner, then to the Colleen drive through which I have always wanted to go to. Although we looked so stupid standing there. It was 25 degrees, I was wearing a skirt, standing outside, getting ice cream. Dumb.
Now I am sitting in the library, in my cozy nook in the lowest level of the stacks. I have done nothing productive. At. All. My Papaya Farm playing has gotten out of hand. I unplugged my phone today at noon, so it charged all night. Then I played Papaya Farm so much today that by 5:00 I already had the 20% of battery life warning flash. Horrible.
Backtrack: On Friday, Ashley and I went to White Hart, and it was not as delicious as I remember. I have only been a few times this year. A few times with Ashley and twice with Matt. Otherwise, neither Ashley nor I have had time to go. We were both thuroughly disappointed that there is a new man working there, making the sandwhiches. Its just not the same.
Hipster Runoff is back. THank Christ.
Slacking slacking slacking.... I was planning on leaving on Wednesday, but I have so much to do, I don't think it's possible. I have already planned to "forget" to finish my accordion book. I literally have no time, and I hate the assignment anyways. John won't care.
My to do list for this week:
-work on proposals
-OOTJ
-Loftus (meeting Monday morning)
-accordion book
-AG IDs for exam
-Junior Banquet odes - Jan 20 class2011@sbc.edu
-Early 20th century art exam
-Arts Management Exam
-Portfolios done by Tuesday
-time sheet from Karol's box
-box for art barn supplies
-exchange Liam's shorts
Friday was the last day of the classes for the semester. Although I only had one class, and hours and hours of work. Art history was the funniest class I think I have had all semester. Kim is very conservative, and even said "boobs" makes her blush. We were looking at a painting, I think it was a Matisse but I can't remember. Her commentary? "Her tits are hanging out!" Granted, this is true, and she had the weirdest shaped boobs we have ever seen. Malone: "I'm sorry what was the question? I can't stop looking at her chest..." One girl commented that they looked like a boomarang, making Ashley immediately go, "you mean like a booberang?!" And that was the funniest thing I have ever heard. I laughed so hard that Megan, who was a few classrooms down, texted me telling me that she heard me laugh.
Work Friday was the first time I had been in the new office. It was weird. It will be interesting being a new building. Especially without Megan...
Friday night Britt and I hung out, and went to GV to Melchor's. Afterwards we came back to her room and started watching a movie, but I immediately fell asleep, and woke up at 6:00. Walked back across campus to my room and it was 16 degrees out. Yuck.
Saturday I woke up late and did absolutely noting productive. Well, I did go to Volvo and get an oil change. Megan and I went to Vito's in Lovingston for dinner, then to the Colleen drive through which I have always wanted to go to. Although we looked so stupid standing there. It was 25 degrees, I was wearing a skirt, standing outside, getting ice cream. Dumb.
Now I am sitting in the library, in my cozy nook in the lowest level of the stacks. I have done nothing productive. At. All. My Papaya Farm playing has gotten out of hand. I unplugged my phone today at noon, so it charged all night. Then I played Papaya Farm so much today that by 5:00 I already had the 20% of battery life warning flash. Horrible.
Backtrack: On Friday, Ashley and I went to White Hart, and it was not as delicious as I remember. I have only been a few times this year. A few times with Ashley and twice with Matt. Otherwise, neither Ashley nor I have had time to go. We were both thuroughly disappointed that there is a new man working there, making the sandwhiches. Its just not the same.
Hipster Runoff is back. THank Christ.
Slacking slacking slacking.... I was planning on leaving on Wednesday, but I have so much to do, I don't think it's possible. I have already planned to "forget" to finish my accordion book. I literally have no time, and I hate the assignment anyways. John won't care.
My to do list for this week:
-work on proposals
-OOTJ
-Loftus (meeting Monday morning)
-accordion book
-AG IDs for exam
-Junior Banquet odes - Jan 20 class2011@sbc.edu
-Early 20th century art exam
-Arts Management Exam
-
-time sheet from Karol's box
-box for art barn supplies
-exchange Liam's shorts
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I'm on drugs.
Right now I have antibiotics, pain killers, and adderall in my system. And I just had intense deja vu. I didn't realize how wired I am until Allison asked "Did you take another adderall because you are on the most intense mission I have ever seen." Yes. Yes I had.
I have about 2.3 seconds to post this since I am in the middle of working on a presentation that I have to give tomorrow. I am sitting in what I have come to view as my "blogging" table in the basement of my building, where some of my longer, weirder posts have been written.
Anyways. The health center did not know if I had mono or strep, so they decided to treat me for strep even though the antibiotics would have had a bad reaction if I have mono. So far, so good. On Monday I was in so much pain in my glands that I could not lift my head or talk. I went to work, and my teacher and boss basically kicked me out of the building and told me to leave work and not to come to class since I was a wreck. I went back to my room and slept until art instead. And then I only lasted a few minutes before I went to the health center. While I was there they tested me for both mono and strep, but I tested negative for both since they were the quick 5 minute tests that are always wrong. She started to tell me that since I was negative for everything she couldn't give me any medicine and I broke down. I spent from Saturday to then in the most pain I have ever been in. I wasnt eating or talking and barely sleeping since moving my head at all hurt. The only way it was bearable was to tuck my chin into my left collar bone. And walking around like that doesn't really work out.
So I started to cry, which only inflamed my throat even more, putting me in more pain. She gave me a prescription for some pain killers and antibiotics and this weird mouthwash and sent me on my way. After a long debacle at CVS over insurance and what not, I was blessed with my drugs. I took the pills and used the mouth wash, which is the most ridiculous thing I have even experienced. In the parking lot I gargled it for a minute, and my lips, cheeks, tongue, and entire throat went completely numb. It was magical.
So now it is Wednesday. Gave my presentation this morning. Had my final critique with John this afternoon. Working on my arts management presentation now.
Going home Wednesday. I am thrilled.
Stolen from Matthew Hasting's tumblr.
I have about 2.3 seconds to post this since I am in the middle of working on a presentation that I have to give tomorrow. I am sitting in what I have come to view as my "blogging" table in the basement of my building, where some of my longer, weirder posts have been written.
Anyways. The health center did not know if I had mono or strep, so they decided to treat me for strep even though the antibiotics would have had a bad reaction if I have mono. So far, so good. On Monday I was in so much pain in my glands that I could not lift my head or talk. I went to work, and my teacher and boss basically kicked me out of the building and told me to leave work and not to come to class since I was a wreck. I went back to my room and slept until art instead. And then I only lasted a few minutes before I went to the health center. While I was there they tested me for both mono and strep, but I tested negative for both since they were the quick 5 minute tests that are always wrong. She started to tell me that since I was negative for everything she couldn't give me any medicine and I broke down. I spent from Saturday to then in the most pain I have ever been in. I wasnt eating or talking and barely sleeping since moving my head at all hurt. The only way it was bearable was to tuck my chin into my left collar bone. And walking around like that doesn't really work out.
So I started to cry, which only inflamed my throat even more, putting me in more pain. She gave me a prescription for some pain killers and antibiotics and this weird mouthwash and sent me on my way. After a long debacle at CVS over insurance and what not, I was blessed with my drugs. I took the pills and used the mouth wash, which is the most ridiculous thing I have even experienced. In the parking lot I gargled it for a minute, and my lips, cheeks, tongue, and entire throat went completely numb. It was magical.
So now it is Wednesday. Gave my presentation this morning. Had my final critique with John this afternoon. Working on my arts management presentation now.
Going home Wednesday. I am thrilled.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Things I haven't thought about in a while.
For pretty much the entire time I have owned an iPhone, a detail of Heironomus Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights as my background. Jerri and I talked about it today while we were driving back form Panera. I forgot about how much I love this painting.
It's one of those things that you notice something new every time you look at it. Being me, my favorite panel is the Hell panel. Its crazy.
Then when we got back I pulled up a photo of it for Jerri to see, and Allison said that she has been to the Prado to see it. Allison and I keep finding random things that we have in common, and just now we discovered our common love of Goya's Black Paintings. Most people hate them, because they are so messed up. I think what makes them so amazing is that he was delirious with syphilis when he painted them. They are so dark and messed up. Saturn Devouring his Son is haunting. That's all I can say about it.
I am no longer hungover, but I just have the worst cold ever. I can't hear anything and I can't stop sneezing. Ughhhhh. I have so much to do this week, and I am terrified about it all. I have a proposal due to Loftus Monday, Art History presentation Monday, Ancient Greece paper due Tuesday, ARMG presentation Tuesday, another ARMG presentation Thursday, LCP paper due Friday. Then all my art projects have to be finished by Wednesday. Im fucked. F'realz.
It's one of those things that you notice something new every time you look at it. Being me, my favorite panel is the Hell panel. Its crazy.
Then when we got back I pulled up a photo of it for Jerri to see, and Allison said that she has been to the Prado to see it. Allison and I keep finding random things that we have in common, and just now we discovered our common love of Goya's Black Paintings. Most people hate them, because they are so messed up. I think what makes them so amazing is that he was delirious with syphilis when he painted them. They are so dark and messed up. Saturn Devouring his Son is haunting. That's all I can say about it.
I am no longer hungover, but I just have the worst cold ever. I can't hear anything and I can't stop sneezing. Ughhhhh. I have so much to do this week, and I am terrified about it all. I have a proposal due to Loftus Monday, Art History presentation Monday, Ancient Greece paper due Tuesday, ARMG presentation Tuesday, another ARMG presentation Thursday, LCP paper due Friday. Then all my art projects have to be finished by Wednesday. Im fucked. F'realz.
Friday, December 4, 2009
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