Sunday, September 27, 2015

Crazy Sock Day: The entirety (almost) of my life is on Google Drive

Hehe, it's always a pleasant surprise discovering a treasure trove of goodies from eras (4-5 years) ago. Here's to clear skin, the most on point I could ask for before on point eyebrows were even a thing, and that unfailing converse/high tops combo. I also happened across a music analysis I did in English, of "On The Wing" by Owl City. I treat artifacts of any sorts almost like time capsules that partially preserves some of the essence of a certain period, enough to trigger related memories and be momentarily transported back. Even going through the archives of this blog is like opening a time capsule, being able to compare how much of me has changed, what parts of me have remained.

"This song teaches me that even though you should never forget your past, you shouldn’t cling to it either, but instead, move on to make more happy memories, and go on to achieve something greater."

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Sunday, February 22, 2015

~A Pilgrammage~

Sometimes when I want a little peace and quiet, I come back to this blogspot, this lil' space on the internet. My first expressions of conscious thought on the internet were made here (RP Pendragon forums don't count), and so this blog has that bit of sentimental value. Aside from that, blogger feels a stagnant, a platform that Google doesn't divert much energy into improving, but simply maintaining, which is saddening.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

LACMA: "Art should imitate exaggerate and or deform reality"

Back in December, I went to my first art museum in 5+ years, and felt confused for the majority of the day. For me, there were no particular ~deeper understandings~ of the pieces/ exhibits I viewed. While I'm not going to pretend to inject meaning into things I can now only appreciate on a superficial level, I can confidently say LACMA is a prime location for people-watching, curators are passionate and knowledgeable, and the museum is immaculate. I found myself mostly paying attention the way fellow museum-goers were interacting with art, brief glimpses of strangers' lives that I thought were really interesting and poignant at some points. I think I'm going through some kind of funky humanist-existentialist phase where anything that makes me question how I fit in, in relation to the humans around me, sets me off in a bout of existential contemplation. *Knocks on wood* I'll probably be laughing at myself in about five years' time, scoffing at my silly lil' teenage humanist-existentialist ideals.

"For Beginners" - Bruce Nauman // Flickr
"Second to None" - Ry Rockland
Does anyone know the name of this?

"Praying to the Light Machine" - 

"Giant Pool Balls" - Claes Odenburg // Flickr