Saturday, November 17, 2007

knoend



We went to this show where the designers made products that had incorporated recycling and life cycle of the material directly into the design itself.


Some cool things were things like...


A hanging light where the packaging of the light fixcture was a major part of the light itself.


A Carlo Rossi jug that had been cut and became a light stand for a low to the ground light fixture.


A bio-degradeable flower vase that looked more like a flower pot.


It seemed like they put a lof of thought into the material themselvs, as well as into the design. It's really cool. I would really like to do something that they are doing... The whole idea of recycled plasstic bottle T-shirts are just a whole lot of fun. This is also an ideal way to work... which seems like it's mostly play.


I think that some things could become a little bit more streamlined. The designs could go for another couple rounds of iterations and I think it would be great.




Saturday, November 10, 2007

Heather Gold at Luscious Garage

The event this evening was a 'talk show' at an auto mechanic shop, Luscious Garage. It's a cute idea so I thought I'd check it out. It's an adventure of sorts.

I think the greatest thing about tonight's event was of course the energy that it generated, and how much the viewers were interested in the topic. People were calling out from the audience, participating in the 'talk show.'

So the guests were good too. A Black woma comedian, she was awesome. The Stanford Law Professor who's also the founder of Common Ground, and this woman, Beth... ugh, I guess she's a marketing guru of sorts.

They all talked about earnesty, and the lack there of in America. It was actually nice for me to hear these things from these people. They were exactly the sort of thing that I was feeling. The conversation remained on an abstract level, which is not good. They need to bring it down to specifics, and also people were too timid to be fiesty in the 'talk'. Even boring Berkeley seminars sometimes have more critical discussion. I hate it when people are too agreeable.

anyway, i'm tired... so more on this tomorrow

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Play

play (plā) v., played, play·ing, plays.
v.intr.

To occupy oneself in amusement, sport, or other recreation: children playing with toys.
To take part in a game: No minors are eligible to play.
To participate in betting; gamble.
To act in jest or sport: They're not arguing in earnest, they're just playing.
To deal or behave carelessly or indifferently; toy. See synonyms at flirt.
To behave or converse sportively or playfully.
To act or conduct oneself in a specified way: play fair; an investor who plays cautiously.
To act, especially in a dramatic production.
Music.
To perform on an instrument: play on an accordion.
To emit sound or be sounded in performance: The band is playing.
To be performed, as in a theater or on television: A good movie is playing tonight.
To be received or accepted: a speech that played poorly with the voters.
To move or seem to move quickly, lightly, or irregularly: The breeze played on the water.
To function or discharge uninterruptedly: The fountains played in the courtyard.
To move or operate freely within a bounded space, as machine parts do.v.tr.
To perform or act (a role or part) in a dramatic performance.
To assume the role of; act as: played the peacemaker at the meeting.
To perform (a theatrical work) on or as if on the stage.
To present a theatrical performance in (a given place): The company played Detroit last week.
To pretend to be; mimic the activities of: played cowboy; played the star.
To engage in (a game or sport): play hockey; play chess.
To compete against in a game or sport.
To occupy or work at (a position) in a game: Lou Gehrig played first base.
To employ (a player) in a game or position: Let's play her at first base.
To use or move (a card or piece) in a game: play the ace of clubs
To hit (a ball, shot, or stroke), as in tennis: played a strong backhand.
To attempt to keep or gain possession or control of: No foul was called because he was playing the ball.
To bet; wager: played ten dollars on the horse.
To make bets on: play the races.
To perform or put into effect, especially as a jest or deception: play a joke on a friend.
To handle; manage: played the matter quietly.
To use or manipulate, especially for one's own interests: played his opponents against each other.


The performance of such a work.
Activity engaged in for enjoyment or recreation.
Fun or jesting: It was all done in play.
The act or manner of engaging in a game or sport: After a time-out, play resumed. The golf tournament featured expert play.
The act or manner of using a card, piece, or ball in a game or sport: my partner's play of the last trump; his clumsy play of the rebound.
A move or an action in a game: It's your play. The runner was thrown out in a close play.
Participation in betting; gambling.
Manner of dealing with others; conduct: fair play.
An attempt to obtain something; a bid: a play for sympathy.
Action, motion, or use: the play of the imagination.
Freedom or occasion for action; scope: give full play to an artist's talents. See synonyms at room.
Movement or space for movement, as of mechanical parts.
Quick, often irregular movement or action, especially of light or color: the play of color on iridescent feathers.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Poetry and Social Activism

With social activism comes a parade of optimism and hidden reality. The projects in Rural Studio are beautiful, visionary, amazing, what people don't want to mention is that they don't always work.

Green Cities, Brown Folks

November 14th, 6-8pm Free

Lake Merritt United Methodist Church1330 Lakeshore Ave., Oakland
RSVP: greencities@ellabakercenter.org

Speakers are Babak Tondre (Dig City Cooperative), Jason Harvey (Oakland Food Connection), Van Jones: "Green For All"

I wonder if this event is going to be a small thing, with a total of twenty people, with maybe two non-Black people. One being me.

I'll see how it goes.. I think my biggest bet is in Dig City Cooperative. They seem to be doing interesting things.

By the way, why is it that most architecture non-profit organizations are pretty bland? They don't seem to be doing much. The projects are skim, the outreach is skim, the contact with the public is, again, skim, and there's very little challenging of the system.

The newsletters that these organizations publish are so uninteresting. How can this change? What are architects who are interested in social justice interested in knowing?

Emotional Dynamite

I'm sick. Emotionaly sick. Can't really do anything about it, just wait til it gets better, I suppose. Kind of really sensitive, and scared of getting hurt again... so I'm feeling like I really don't want to see anybody today.

The key point in falling, is to start running before you hit the ground. To take it literally, I am going to go running today when I get back. Metaphorically, I'm going to set up plans to meet with people for other days. I'm going to apply to other jobs. I'm going to dream about this art project that I'm working on. I'm going to dream of a better life.

Meanwhile, all this emotional turmoil is making me learn something about myself.

I think I want to create things with people so that I can have an emotional connection with them. Which is beautiful. I also want to make beautiful things, and bring joy to people. I want to be appreciated for this act.

That's why I'm an installation artist.... because I want to create events, ephemeral moments that can be shared with people... and is succesful when there are others to be shared with. That's why I draw, because it's about making beautiful objects.

Emotional connection.

It's one of the most abstract thing ever. It's not something that can be easily described, documented, recreated, planned, or fabricated. It's something that happens when you are open. It's part of 'play'. 'Playing' is about seeing the possibility in things and people. When I meet people, I can visualize how to play with them.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Alameda

The USS Hornet in Alameda. 6.30am.11.03.07

Motorcycle training 101.

Objective: how to succeed in something you don't know anything about!

So this is pretty straight forward.... You just have to do what the man says. Basically.

-Find a good motorcycle-one that you can comfortably sit both feet flat on the ground with.
-Be confident. Don't be afraid. Relaxation allows you to think.
-Listen to directions. If they want you to raise your hand, just raise your hand.
-Getting comfortable with the bike... takes trials - and so you just have to keep moving. Don't expect to get comfortable right away, and also the first couple of tutorials aren't going to be under your belt a hundred percent... which is fine.
-Focus, and really try to learn.
-Focus. Don't be afraid of the bike... be a little bit more aggressive than than your comfort level allows you to be... this is how you push youself.
-Ask questions, be engaged with other students, make friends.
-A little of it, too of course is trying to please the instructor. If you get along with that person.


*I always feel like I don't have enough 'past' experiences, or preparations for challenges... I always am resentful that my parents aren't architects or artists like my cool classmates. I feel like if they were artists or architects, then I would have been exposed to the things that I'm interested in much earlier and become better at it. These are things that I can not change. BUT, it turns out.. most of the things that people acquire, skill wise, is on the job... through actually trying to do it. I'm discovering that it's not much about preparation as it is about strategizing, or having a good work ethic, or really, just doing it. Classes are great, because they give you strategies. In other places, you have to develop your own strategies.

I can succeed in something that I don't have any clue about... with good teaching... so I need to seek teachers out.

The assortments of motorcycles were...

Honda Nighthawk, 250cc, which is known to be a starter bike. Honda Rebel, which is a bit smaller. Yamaha Eliminator, Honda Ninja... God, who named these? They have such terrible names.


Growing pain.

An image of myself with my two confidants, taken five years ago, superimposed to a reflection of myself now. What has changed? It seems like not much has changed... I am still naive. I feel somewhat more alone now than before. Because of more responsibility?