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"Crimes" Digital Rendering 2012.
What I Learned in Art School
I wanted to break up the easy predictability of high school and I should have been warned because I got slammed with what I wanted. Without going into the slew of things my friends and rocky relationship with New York City have taught me, here are some things I learned in art school.
It's only as great as what you make of what you make.
Nothing matters unless it matters to you.
The hardest assignments are the best ones.
Make it personal and do it for yourself. This one took three and a half semesters to realize. Monday mornings I show my week's work in two different classes and without a doubt I'll get two very different reactions each time. Your teachers wont ever agree, so just listen to yourself.
Detach your ego from your gpa. Employers don't check grades they want experience.
Mess up. Embrace change and experimentation. School is just one big safety net for your high ledge leaps.
Get out. Learn unrelated skills, meet unrelated people, do unrelated things. It will keep you sane and earn you applicable experiences.
Accept help from everyone, but rely not on anyone.
Just smile & breathe. I've run around freaking out so many times, barely touching the ground with my feet. I don't know where that ever got me.
The Best of "I Will Always Love You"
My mother would proudly attest to me standing on kitchen chairs and singing "I Will Always Love You" while she's cooking or gardening outside. So many of us have had an affinity with that song - with it's slow build up to a cathartic belt towards the end. Today, on the day of Whitney's funeral services, I just wanted to share some of the versions, renditions, and funny moments her song has seeded. A huge, smiling, grateful thank you to the beautiful woman who's voice inspired so many. The Original
That Video from The View (puddle of tears)
That jaw dropping asian kid.
The Freak Out (another puddle of tears for a different reason)
The Memoir (tears again)
Architects of Enlightenment
One
Sometimes I feel that the world seems not larger than a marble in your palm. When each person is not but a few millimeters from their neighbor. If you were watching from a distant star, wouldn't it appear this way anyway? From that perspective, who would qualify as your neighbor? The woman across the street? Maybe the family down the road? Or would your neighbor be each and every living person? From that distant star, we might all just appear to be very similar... America, meet Africa. Africa, meet Asia. Asia, say hi to Europe. Then together, we'll realize the silliness in discordance. Thousands of miles of geographical and cultural separation have no bar against human relations. To me, thousands of miles means nothing. Love, knowledge, and truth -- the only things really worth any weight -- transcend territorial borders and geographical barriers. Different human beings from anywhere can come together and relate on a soul to soul basis in realizing that we are but pieces to the ONE.
Occupy: Facts
Here's a developing summary on the myths, facts, and everything in between with the Occupy Movements. Hopefully this will begin to clear things up not only for myself but for interested readers... Lets begin with a (working) American history of the 99%: 1630 - Massachusetts Bay Colony governor John Winthrop quotes "...in all times some must be rich, some poore, some highe and eminent in power and dignitie; others meane and in subjection." 1687 - Boston has a population of 6000, with about one thousand property owners. The top 5% (1% of the population) consisted of roughly 50 rich men who controlled 44% of the wealth. At this time also, homeless men made up about 14% of the population. Over the next century that number would double. In the 1720's and 30's, a number of riots and protests against taxes, fees, and property rights would spring up in Boston, New Jersey, Philadelphia, and other major New England cities. 1765 - The New York Gazette publishes a statement that alluding to a slogan that would be chanted over 200 years later in the same city "Is it equitable that 99, rather than 999, should suffer the Extravagance or Grandeur of one, especially when it is considered that men frequently own their Wealth to the impoverishment of their Neighbors?" 1770 - The top 5% of Boston's taxpayers control nearly 50% of the city's taxable assets. Ultimately, I think this is what we can envision:
*Zinn, Howard. A People's History of the United States. New York: HarperPerennial, 2005. *Coles, Nicholas, and Janet Zandy. American Working-class Literature: an Anthology. New York: Oxford UP, 2007.
Zen of Eating
Today the fate of Troy Davis was finally determined by the United States Supreme Court. I had wanted to write about my thoughts on the so-called justice system, the current state of racism, and why I am impetuously disappointed by all of it. But then I had this amazing bowl of pasta and I realized there was a message to spread about it. A message that might by a little more productive than the bittered ramblings you can find everywhere else. I love pasta among almost all other types of food I've tried. Food is great. In fact, I love it so much that I eat it everyday. Admittedly some days I have too much of it but hey, this IS America. Besides being so delicious and delectable and filling our tummies with joy, I think food can serve another purpose for us. As creatures of habit, we often eat our food at certain intervals throughout the day. Most commonly known as breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Yes, some of you may skip out on one or the other, but you're eating somewhere along the line. Food inevitably becomes a sort of routine for us, and in my opinion routines are perfect ways to stay mindful. Do you even remember what you had for dinner last night? Or what the granola bar tasted like that you stuffed down on your way to work? How long did it take you to plow through your lunch? And when was the last time you were dumbfounded that your cup of coffee had suddenly disappeared? Instead of letting all of these moments fall into the mind's trash bin, we could utilize them to strengthen our ability to stay in the present. I've always admired people who pray or meditate a moment before they eat. No matter where their prayers go, it's wonderful that they recognize the sanctity of eating. We can all do this - just taking a moment to breathe, to be aware. To scan and listen to the body. What am I feeling today? Have I let these thoughts overtake me? How can I bring them back to center? Sitting down for a meal and the moments just before you eat can turn into a daily routine of centering one's self. It doesn't take much time, just a little practice. Food also presents us with a practice in gratitude. Having a bowl of pasta is a privilege and a rare treat for hundreds of millions. While focusing our attention and energizing our mind, we can be grateful for what is before us. Grateful for the sun to have grown it. Grateful for those who have worked hard in bringing it to your table. Grateful for the nourishment it will provide. Gratitude, in whatever shape it takes, has the power to heal and transform negative emotions. Slowing down like this can have an incredible, long lasting impact. In all honesty, my amazing bowl of pasta was half amazing because of the fresh basil and half amazing because I was mindful while I ate it. Practicing mindfulness with food is so outstanding because unlike a sitting meditation, you get this instant result. A more aromatic, richer tasting meal that roars on your taste buds. However, much like a sitting meditation you are developing long-term skills in breath, mindfulness and gratitude. After only a few meals of practicing this, I can only immagine how life can slow itself down. Perhaps a moment of mindfulness at lunch will remind you to breathe deeply and smile for the rest of your day at work. I'd like to think that if we just stopped for a moment - really stopped to just be - that we'd go on with our day a little more peacefully. And perhaps you'd inspire someone else to do the same - it doesn't take much to spread - which is why I think that my bowl of pasta tonight was a better and hopefully more productive topic than its alternatives.Namaste
The beginning of freedom is the realization that you are not the possessing entity -- "the thinker". You then begin to realize that there is a vast realm of intelligence beyond thought, that thought is only a tiny aspect of that intelligence. You also realize that all the things that truly matter -- beauty, love, creativity, joy, inner peace -- arise from beyond the mind. You begin to awaken.
Eckhart Tolle
Out Loud Greetings
I'd like to take a minute to advertise my new business venture, Out Loud Greetings.Out Loud Greetings is a greeting card company catered to the gay and lesbian community. I started it over a year ago, in concept, and have just opened to the public. The mission is to offer well designed, respectful, and sentimental cards that reflect the life and love of those who share them. Although I am starting the collection out small, with a dozen or so different cards, this is a very exciting beginning. You can check out my official opening letter Here!. So far the website is the main source of distribution, however vendor relationships are in progress!!
www.Outloudgreetings.com