Saturday, June 19, 2010
I will proceed to link this blog to the Tumblr I've been keeping more recently.
It's interesting to see how as I come into a new stage of me, I acquire a new blog. I used to keep a LiveJournal in junior high, and when the site went under it took hundreds of my angsty little poems with it. Otherwise I'd've linked it to this in some way too.
Because when you see how much has changed, you can see what stays the same.
Journals are the best argument for unified identity over time.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
This summer I decided to be a full time summerer. My friends and I made this sort of Bucket list, and actually accomplished most of the things on it. Every day we were up to something new, we went on daytrips, I made fortune cookies, we went stargazing, had a tea party, went hiking through a creek... that sort of thing. It was glorious, and I was sure I was changed by months of making my own decisions finally, of not doing things simply because other people told me to do them.
I got a second job, thinking it would make me less attached to the first. But the opposite occurred. I now realize that my first job may just be as good as "a real job" is ever gonna get. And my summer is now over, as classes start back up, I find myself bending to all the demands placed on me, without hesitation.
And I wonder, will I ever really change? In the whole scope of things, can I ever really improve? Can I ever really mess up?
I've lost 30+ pounds a year ago and kept it off, but now I look back at photos from my childhood, which I had thought was nearly defined by my weight struggles, and see a perfectly normal, even healthy girl 9 times out of 10. Even at my heaviest, I was not justified in thinking my weight was a hurdle I couldn't jump. I've always be so close. In these same two years, I've made new friends, and lost them already.
When I was deciding on a major for college, there was a time I thought I could never pick one thing and just do it for the rest of my life. How could I ever make that kind of commitment up front? But then art somehow hit me between the eyes, I couldn't imagine doing anything else. I feel in may ways like I've always sort of known art was the only thing I've ever been consistently interested in, but then, I have days when I think, am I out of my mind? Art isn't a career, it's barely a hobby. It's what children do before we are able to convince them how futile it is to try and create things carelessly. Being an adult requires incessant planning. But then I'm right back to the point of digression, the realization that all everyone else is doing is more or less futile, and at least art is enjoyable; whereas most people have come to accept that life for them is all about pointlessly doing things you don't want to do, I'm choosing, "bravely" I've been told, to pointlessly do what I want.
All this to say, somehow, a future that seemed so uncertain is forming, becoming past faster than I can process what's going on. At the time, events seemed disjointed, insignificant, and now... I can't imagine it any other way. Looking back, it's an obvious trajectory.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Do you ever feel like your life is a movie? Someone says something that sounds pre-scripted, or you find yourself suddenly alone and you realize it's just you now, and any observation is yours alone, everything around you is a show just for you. I'm sure everyone must have moments like this, but for me, there are just so many times that I see the scene from a couple paces back, and a song starts playing in my mind, and I could just see this moment being compelling on screen. In fact, that's probably why I randomly break out into song 6-10 times on average a day. Often they're not songs I had stuck in my head, they just seem to fit the moment.
I was thinking, this might be part of the reason I'm such an optimist. It's easier to pick myself up and dust myself off when I'm the heroine I'm cheering on. It's so much more obvious that you're supposed to rise up, to embrace adversity as a necessary component to success if you can remove yourself just enough to get a better perspective.
I did a report on out of body experiences for Psych last semester, and one theory is that OBE's are evidence of a fourth "spacial" dimension (as in, not time, which is debated but often thought or referred to as the 4th dimension. String theory postulates 11 or so, and I do not think String Theorists consider time to be the 4th, so this could be the origin of time's getting knocked out of a dimension slot...) but basically, it's compared to an ant that exists in two dimensions who can only go north and south, east and west, how completely dumbfounded they would be if they inadvertently walked onto a leaf that got picked up by the wind. What would they make of the scene below? What if they were returned safely, what would the other ants think of their story? Probably exactly what we think of people who try to explain their OBE's, which typically is that we tell them it's all in their head.
Like my movie. It's in my head. But actually I brought that up to illustrate how it feels on a regular basis when I am suddenly aware of my life as something other than inescapable. Somehow, this being a movie motivates me to change what I don't like. A character in a movie has a lot of control, whereas I often feel like I don't. But really it's amazing what you can change when you try. How how your situation can stay the same, but be completely transformed when you get a new perspective. Sometimes I'm the ant that flew. And it's not that the world changed, but that it was different than we thought all along.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
So today I have a lot of things to catch up on... so many little things I've let go far too long, and a full free day to tackle them. So of course I start by hopping onto the information superhighway to discover what my cyberself looks like.
And guess what I have unearthed. I look like nothing. I have absolutely zero web presence, at least 30 other people have my same name in similar fields (but are not me!) and even "wonderfool" refers to like 10 different things. And of course this has gotten me thinking: there are just so many people in the world.
And if the powers that be are right about this "overpopulation" thing... that means there wasn't always this many people. So there are more people, and we can connect to all of them (in that gloriously superficial electronic way.)
But what would it be like to have fewer people in general? Would we have accomplished as much? Would we be on a slight delay, or would culture be changed entirely? No traffic at rush hour... or no rush hour? No lines at stores, or no stores, or just different stores? Maybe fewer stores, so there'd still be lines... you just had to drive further to get to a store. Cities would feel the way suburbs feel now, suburbs would be rural, and rural areas would be desolate. But we wouldn't know the difference, because we would never know society as we know it now. So essentially, it follows that we could also have MORE overpopulation, with denser metropolises, and cities expanding out so much they start meshing with other cities to create gargantuan urban regions, all houses would be apartments, everything cordoned off and disjointed, porches and backyards would join the ranks of dodo birds and wooly mammoths... but again, we wouldn't know it. It would just be how the world is.
Okay, I guess I can't procrastinate much longer. In a universe where I always procrastinate, I wouldn't know what it was like to complete anything and never would complete anything, so I wouldn't even worry about not doing things, and for all intensive purposes, I'd be good as done when I started. Conversely, if I never procrastinated I'd probably be done with everything right now, thus this universe I am currently in, one of measured balance between creation and destruction, is the worse possible universe for me to be in right now because it means I haven't done it yet but will. So only this world out of the three requires work of me at the moment. Glad we established that.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Timing is everything. This, like almost every -ism, is especially true in both comedy and day-to-day living. That's probably why good comedy is so funny. It's so obvious.
Today was amazing, and then, you know, somehow unsatisfying. SOOOO close. And each individual element was great. It's like a car that doesn't work and you take it apart and each individual part is fine. Is perfect, it's a wonderful car. And not broken. And yet, turn the key in the ignition... nothing. So I don't know. I guess that's why it's called a "model car."
It's been too long since I painted...
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Today was one of those days that was so cold it was painful to breathe. And it seemed like I had to just keep going outside and coming back in, going back out and coming back in. And my nose would be so cold sometimes, I'd think about those people that try to climb Mount Everest, and they get just past the first camp ground area when a snowstorm hits and they zip themselves in those bags, but it's still too cold and frostbite sets in and even though the rescue team braved the thin air in a helicopter against the better judgement of conventional science/procedures but were successful and saved the climbers, the frostbite destroyed their noses. And maybe a finger.
And how awful would it be to be an amputee? Especially the face area. Why is it that we have such a strong emotional attachment to faces. I guess they're so visible, and all so different that we derive identity from our face in a completely unique way.
But what is it about identity that we are so emotional, so protective about? Would it be so awful to have the same face as someone else? Identical twins deal with this to some extent. I wonder if I would like having a twin. It seems like it would be nice to have someone who saw things the way you do all the time. But then, do twins do that? It could be like in adaptation, when Nick Cage says to himself, "We have the exact same DNA. How lonely is that?" because his twin is so different and they don't understand each other.
On the other hand, it would be equally awful to have someone who thought the same as you, looked and acted the same as you, was exactly like you so that even those close to you could be fooled. It be like having a doppelganger. Which would be horrifying.
The other thing about the constant temperature change is that my hands cannot stay moisturized! It's got to be the a combination of the weather and the incessant hand washing I have to do between Photography and Printmaking. Man is that a lethal combination for skin!
The snow is rather scenic though. Somehow in spite of all this I still kinda love the magic of it. It sparkles, and makes it so bright outside. I guess the roads haven't been overly treacherous in about a week, so that's probably why I can start seeing it as snow again. When I'm fishtailing, it's a blight on the land.