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PrologueShe was still lucid when I spoke to her. Days later, she would slip out of consciousness and a few days after that, she would pass away.At the moment she died, when her heart stopped beating, there were only two other people in the room. My mother and one of my aunts - two daughters by marriage only.But when I saw her she could still speak and understand. Grandmother, I told her, I am

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This last week I have been paying a round of goodbye visits, for I think it will be some time before I see Alexandria again. It has become stale and profitless to me. And yet how can we but help love the places which have made us suffer? Leave-takings are in the air; it's as if the whole composition of our lives were being suddenly drawn away by a new current. For I am not the only person who is

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Building better MirrorsThe fall of Parity triggered the question: If our Universe does not obey simple mirror-symmetry, then what kind of symmetry does it obey? In other words, perhaps we were looking in the wrong mirror.P-symmetry is a mirror of parity, reversing left and right. We can think of it also as a transformation: It is an exchange of every Left-handed interaction with a Right-handed

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II Through the Looking-Glass"One hopes that nature possesses an order that one may aspire to comprehend. When we arrive at an understanding, we shall marvel how neatly all the elementary particles fit into the great scheme."-Madame Chien-Shiung WuIf you look into a mirror, you look out into a reversed world. Left and Right are interchanged but otherwise the world in the mirror looks much like our

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The Broken MirrorI. The Shape of SpaceI don't recall the name of the professor who taught the course on Cosmology. I do recall he wore stiff suits and large spectacles and that he was British. Also, he kept his upper body completely fixed when he moved about. Scratching out equations on the chalkboard, for example, he would raise one hand and then bend his knees up and down to write. The effect,

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I first discovered Teniers because I had a fondness for his paintings of alchemists. Teniers (the Younger, not the older or Teniers III) paintings are of daily life, peasants in the field and in the kitchen, 17th century snapshots.His paintings of alchemical laboratories depict the alchemist at work. Rooms cluttered with books, creatures - stuffed on hooks, perched on tables, jars with murky and

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When I was at the MFA in Boston last month, I was traveling idly through rooms content to let paintings catch my gaze rather than hunting for specific works. The MFA is oddly organized, a patchy quilt of rooms where it is easy to walk from 19th Century Continental European into Egyptian relics without the benefit of any transitive space.It was walking through one of these rooms that I noticed and

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The Obscene BirdA new project, one which allows me to revisit my favorite works and make some small attempt at unraveling them.The initial novel is one of my old favorites, Jose Donoso's El Obsceno Pajaro de la Noche (The Obscene Bird of Night), a little known masterpiece of Spanish literature.The trail begins here.

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Writers of the NoThe haunting words of von Hofmannsthal's Lord Chandos: "I have completely lost the ability to think or speak in a connected manner about anything.", this rejection of expression, this acceptance of the futility of mere words, is adopted by Enrique Vila-Matas as the theme of his book/novel/fiction Bartleby & co.Bartleby of course is Melville's Bartleby, a copy clerk whose

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Hong Kong Wedding-Elevator at L'Hotel. Photo by Claudia.Our recollections, our sense of history and time, exist as a series of moments, well-polished episodes we cherish and recount to others with exclamation. They are typically moments in which order seems suspended, life becomes promise or possibility or danger, and we swerve into the unpredictable.Last week I was at the wedding of PK in Hong

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Hinton's Cubes Redux- Hinton's TesseractOne of the few entries on this weblog that I get regular email about is the one concerning Charles Hinton's cubes (Apparently it comes up high on Google searches for seekers of this particular information.) The entry gives a short overview of the cubes, which Hinton designed as an aid to visualizing the fourth dimension, as well as some compelling

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The Guatemalan FabulistThe writer Augusto Monterroso, who died in 2003, is known for being the author of the micro-story known as "The Dinosaur" which I reproduce here in its entirety, both in the original Spanish and followed by my English translation:Cuando despertó, el dinosaurio todavía estaba allí.When he awoke, the dinosaur was still there.Monterroso devoted himself to the study of the

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I've been going through Sam Loyd's Cyclopedia of Puzzles and marveling at their diversity and their ingenuity.Ed Pegg Jr also provides an overview of this early Bible of Puzzles, some so famous that you already know them. Others, like this lip-reading puzzle, are simply innovative and fun:"Here is a class of a dozen boys, who, being called up to give their names were photographed by the

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Bikes, Fat Cats and Strange Men

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Bailar la Cumbia!This past weekend was the wedding of my cousin Sonia. I dont know her very well but I grew up with her older sisters. Also, her father, my uncle Antonio - kind, witty, gregarious - is one of my favorite relatives. He knew that I was a rare sight at family weddings and, for this one, had good-naturedly demanded my presence. When I kissed and greeted Sonia at the wedding she

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Shakespeare in the Stars1. When I was an undergraduate in astrophysics i used to spend hours in the CfA library poring over their star atlases. Millions of stars and galaxies, entire worlds, each identified only by a series of arbitrary letters and digits. You could gaze at a little clump of galaxies and realize that you may have been the first person to ever give them much attention. The largest

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"They got me with rubber horns and drugged rabbits."-James Tate"A basket of quail burst open in the bazaar. They did not try to escape but spread slowly like spilt honey. Easily recaptured."-L.D.

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In Search of... Miguel Cardoso"One day he remarked, without lifting his head, 'In the interior you will no doubt meet Mr. Kurtz.' - Joseph Conrad1. MetafilterIt was a series of exchanges on the website Metafilter that led to my initial acquiantance with Miguel Esteves Cardoso (hereafter known as MEC)Like a portuguese explorer from the age of sea voyages, MEC's first act was to proclaim himself

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it is always there that i feel others within me; when i try to express myself, i am unable to do so. Words are readymade and express themselves: they do not express me. Once again i find myself suffocating. At that moment, teaching the art of resisting words becomes useful, the art of saying only what one wants to say, the art of doing them violence, of forcing them to submit. In short... Found a

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Distracted- A photo of me, taken by razorbern

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Heaven and Earth Magic"Heaven and Earth Magic represents Smith's masterwork in this form. Attempts to explain the film rub against the point of it. The narrative aspect features a woman chasing a dog that has taken her watermelon. Surrounding this “tale” is a series of synesthetic transformations and Kabbalistic icons, a synthesis of the organic and spiritual with the arbitrary and random...With

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Harold FiskGeological Investigation of the Alluvial Valley of the Lower Mississippi River

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His Master's VoiceI believe, from having read about his preoccupations, that Lem considered himself a philosopher first and a writer second. His stories were vehicles for his ideas.In novels such as Fiasco or The Investigation or even Solaris, Lem explores the concept that we never be able to truly understand that which is alien. We may be able to make our interpretations and they may even

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The Knight and the SpaceshipA drawing exhibition I attended at the MoMA in New York City this weekend introduced me to the work of Ernesto Caivano.Caivano's line drawings are meticulous and graceful. The flow and density of his drawings remind me more than anything of another exhibition I recently saw of 18th century Kyoto painters at the San Francisco Art Museum. Perhaps one of the landscapes by

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TwainI've been reading some of Mark Twain's correspondence, all of it available online. Detailed. diaristic accounts covering the years 1867 to 1910. Travels with his family, and their attendant illnesses, his political writings and dismay with his fellow humans.There are moments of pure Twain humor, such as this letter he writes back to a woman he has appointed as a member of an international

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Rothko ReduxA gift from my friend Matthew Bliss in New York.A Rothko from not-Rothko. Or is it a non-Rothko from Rothko?

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Personal ConversationE. leaves everything behind to pursue her passion. She has left a formidable career behind to pursue a rigorous craft, in Japan, to devote herself to the perfection found in the minute. She has met someone whom she considers a fellow soul. She has surprised us all and yet, upon reflection, it is not so surprising at all.E: I have left everything behind. Here is my new life. I

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The Goblin MarketEvening by eveningAmong the brookside rushes,Laura bowed her head to hear,Lizzie veiled her blushes:Crouching close togetherIn the cooling weather,With clasping arms and cautioning lips,With tingling cheeks and finger-tips."Lie close," Laura said,Pricking up her golden head:"We must not look at goblin men,We must not buy their fruits:Who knows upon what soil they fedTheir hungry

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San Francisco in Jell-OLiz Hickok: "My project consists of photographs and video, which depict various San Francisco landscapes. I make the landscapes by constructing scale models of the architectural elements which I use to make molds. I then cast the buildings in Jell-O."-I had gone to the San Francisco ASW party at the St. Regis at the invitation of A. The people are everything the press makes

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The I is not dreamingAs I am falling asleep, I can feel my consciousness dissolving. The thoughts of the moment - pondered memories, considered ideas - start to fade in clarity. I can feel myself trying to shape them back, give them form, but its useless. Soon, the memories of only five seconds ago have dissappered. Fighting against sleep is protesting against a suffocating current.I've always

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Memoirs of HadrianLike Claudia, I find Yourcenar's Memoirs of Hadrian to be irresistibly quotable. I am reading it much more slowly than other books, going forwards then backward to re-read entire pages or passages. Hadrian is writing long letters to the young Marcus Aurelius, conveying both his own intimate amazement of the world and also a wisdom arrived at by tireless observation.Love:Of all

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By all evidence, we are in the world to do nothing1. I had picked up LaCarriere's book on the Gnostics based on a brief glance inside. Expecting a historical treatment, I was suprised to find that Lacarriere was more interested in exploring the feelings of Gnosis, of a deeper worldview (still relevant) about approaches to the world as puzzle. Much different than say, the treatments from scholars

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Ring of LettersThe Men of Ideas, in the early part of the twentieth century, formulated and exchanged many of their ideas through written correspondence. These took the form of a series of long, articulate letters sometimes spanning years or even decades.While reading some of the most dedicated correspondences (much of it online, much of it in books) I noticed two things: First, the fertile

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Alphabet of SmellsOne of my favorite Christmas gifts was a Nez du Vin kit. This kit, packaged like a book, contains numbered vials inside accompanied by sheets containing diagrams and descriptions for each of the scents contained in the vials. The scents include fruit and vegetable and floral scents. Here is a menu of scents from 12 of the vials:1. Fraise2. Framboise3. Cassis4. Mure5. Cerise6.

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Rothko and the saddleblankets- Navajo Saddle Blanket, circa 1900.The paintings of Mark Rothko have the power to elicit an almost religious feeling. The paintings seem to vibrate, to emit a low hum which dominates the surrounding space. This is especially true of his larger canvases, the vast colorfields typical of his later work. This sacred aspect becomes explicit at the Rothko chapel in Houston

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- Taken at the Standard Hotel in Hollywood"Like an animal clawing for shelter, she puts her face and hands against the glass. What if he were to wake up now, she thinks, and see me here, standing like a ghost? What if I were to scream? What if I were to walk inside and bite his hand?The humid window is like a small kaleidoscope and within it she can see his hair, his legs, the lights from the

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Anatomical Man, from Les Très Riches Heures du Duc de Berry

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Man as Microcosmos by St. Hildegard of Bingen, 1179

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The Invention of CommunicationThe researcher Bruno Galantucci, in an effort to understand how humans invent languages, constructed a series of experiments [PDF] in which two people are together in a series of rooms. They cannot communicate with each other except through a set of limited symbols (so they cannot write familiar letters or draw) They have a common task they must fulfill but, to do so

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The artist Lawrence Roberts takes photos and then strips them down until what is left is only a hint of reality. As he says "the images here describe photography as a representational art form as much akin to painting, drawing and sculpture as to traditional photographic techniques."

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Globulos is a small, entertaining drawing tool from Dimitre.

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I am Knot TheoryIn which I try to emulate all other journals.---Which Graduate Text in Mathematics are you?You are Lickorish's Introduction to Knot TheoryThis is probably close to true. But I always favored books on Lie Algebras (tied back into particle physics and such) and Stochastic Processes. When I was in college, stuff like Chaos theory was just beginning its sexy rise.---I am currently

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Death and the Orange TreeThis past weekend a close family friend passed away. She had just recently turned 40 and had been fighting lung cancer.I first heard the news from my father who told me all this and laughed. "How are you? You're not dying of cancer are you?" He says and lets out another laugh.Here is the stark difference between my mother and father. My mother was not home; She was still

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Moon and Memory and MuchnessI was away camping for a couple days with no access to phone or Internet. It was cloudy during the day but the sky opened up at night to reveal the moon. One of the books I took with me was Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland. I've read this book so many times that I must have memorized it. And yet, parts of it seemed newly unfamiliar to me. For one, there was an extra

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The Miracle of Correlative Deconstruction"This consists in passing through walls and doors by taking advantage of holes of pseudomaterial density, and can be practiced in combination with apparitions, adding considerably to the effect. The technique goes back in the annals of classic alchemy to the famous solve et coagula: the disintegration of the body into permeating atomic particles that

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Story-telling Machines, the Self-Begotten- a drawing of Mymosh? by Daniel MrozThe idea of stories within stories is a common enough literary device. Hamlet contains a play within a play whose themes echo the larger one. Scheherezade's stories of love and danger are told within the larger story of a woman soothing a King.What I call a self-aware story is a story within a story that is also aware

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En el 32, Ellington grabo Baby when you aint there, uno de sus temas menos alabadas y al quel fiel Barry Ulanov no dedica mencion especial. Con voz curiosamente seca canta Cootie Williams los versos:I get the blues down NorthThe blues down SouthBlues anywhereI get the blues down EastBlues down WestBlues anywhereI get the blues very wellO my baby when you ain't thereain't there, ain't there...Por

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The GodfatherI was in London this weekend. My college roommate and friend, now living in London, had asked me to be godfather to his daughter. The Christening was held in an old 12th Century Church. The goddaughter is also pictured above, as well as a Botero cat in the lobby of the Soho Hotel where i stayed and a shot taken at the Tate Modern's current Turbine hall exhibition by Rachel Whiteread.

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The Loss of WordsThe recurring theme for me is that the life of the mind, with all its hints and allusions, its soup of coexisting ideas has no choice but to funnel itself into the poor vessel of language. This is all we can do. A perfume smell ignites a memory of a first kiss. The musty stink of abandoned boxes evokes the electric thrill of discovery. The mistake is to confuse language with

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Manifestations of the BogeymanIn Goya's Que Viene El Coco a cryptic and threatening figure looms over a woman and her child. The title of this piece, one of Goya's Capricho paintings intended as an illumination of society, is usually translated as "Here comes the Bogeyman" (The best known Capricho is likely The Sleep of Reason produces Monsters)----One website, CocoWeb, has collected the

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boats from Kika BR.

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the buddhist nuns; quest for happinessLast night, my task was to pick up two Buddhist nuns at the San Francisco airport. When A. and I arrived to find them, we joked about running around frantically: "Help! We've lost two Buddhist nuns!"They were easy enough to spot, descending the staircase, with huge smiles and easy laughs. Seeing them against a backdrop of commuters with weary eyes and tense

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Birthday in PortugalNotes on the photos above:**Tapas place in Madrid's Plaza Santa Ana. Not too far from the Hotel Urban where I stayed.**The FNAC bookstore in Madrid has a section where you can sit down and read as many books as you like.**The Hotel Urban in Madrid. A beautiful but dark hotel which I think was built for vampires.**A colorful art exhibition in the Crystal palace at the center of

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Blow-Up"One of the many ways of contesting level-zero, and one of the best, is to take photographs, an activity in which one should start becoming adept very early in life, teach it to children since it requires discipline, aesthetic education, a good eye and steady fingers. I'm not talking about waylaying the lie like any old reporter, snapping the stupid silhouette of the VIP leaving number 10

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UnfoldingPerhaps the best balance between the moments of anticipation and the moments of revelation is that moment of initiation, when the curtain draws back. The moment of unfolding. As when the organist at the Castro theatre dissappears down below the stage as the lights dim and the machine sound of rolling curtains begins.Re-reading the opening passages of my favorite books: Bowles Sheltering

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Stillman Maps1. In Paul Auster's novel City of Glass (published in 1985), the detective Quinn is trailing a man named Stillman. As he follows Stillman, he notices that the man is not up to much, seemingly spending his time idling around an area of New York and engaging in a variety of pointless tasks. But Quinn faithfully records all of this in his journal:"Pick up pencil in middle of block.

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A few weeks ago I received a print of "Corazon" one of Teresa Villegas pieces, each a new interpretation of the icons in the Mexican game of chance - the Loteria.I associate La Loteria with small Mexican traveling circuses which went from village to village. The circus was accompanied by a Fair - small amusement rides, vendors of strange little crafts and toys, and games of chance. The Loteria

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Mythology to MetaphysicsReading Roberto Calasso's books: Ka and The Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony. The former a retelling of Indian mythology. The latter, a retelling of the Greek myths. Also, re-exploring De Chirico who has always been close to my heart:"Prajapati lay with his eyes closed. Between head and breast an ardor burned within him, like water seething in silence. It was constantly

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The Traveling SpiderMaman in Spain, Canada, Tokyo and London.Over the past few years, I've been watching Maman the spider travel the world. She is the creation of the sculptor Louise Bourgeois. I saw Maman in person when she visited the Tate in London and arched gracefully over all the visitors to the museum. She is named Maman because she is carrying eggs, as seen clearly here. There has been no

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Dictionary of The Inexpressible (part I)In The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, Milan Kundera devotes an entire chapter to the expression or idea of litost. Succinctly, litost can be defined as "a state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery" But it is more than that, as Kundera goes on to explain. It is also a fallen state, a tumble after a realization. That is, he explains,

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Dictionary of the Inexpressible (part II)I've tried to add my own unclassifiable states to the previous list. This is an attempt to begin a classification of states that defy words.We experience claustrophobia and this can be mapped to, say, being trapped in a tight tunnel or wooden box. But we also fear being trapped by circumstance, by our inabilities or by our fears themselves. Sometimes the

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Dictionary of the Inexpressible (part III)Curiously, the notion of the unnameable has its attractions. Drawn by the beauty of words such as duende and saudade, new, forged words have appeared. One such word is "Razbliuto" which is supposed to be "the feeling a person has for someone he or she once loved but now does not."But, languagehat does away with that one handily.

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Photo by eddy/aqui-ali. This was at an underground party in San Francisco last night. You call a secret phone number and are told the location. A DJ is there as is a bus serving drinks. I sat in that chair on the right. The moon was full and the sky had a cinematic clarity.

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"Fate will have it - and this has always been the case with me - that all the 'outer' aspects of my life should be accidental. Only what is interior has proved to have substance and a determining value. As a result, all memory of outer events has faded, and perhaps these 'outer' experiences were never so very essential anyhow, or were so only in that they coincided with phases of my inner

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-Adam Cvijanovic's Love Poem (ten minutes after the end of gravity)The city of Los Angeles, ten minutes after gravity has failed, with floating lawns, beds and kitchen utensils.

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When I go to see art, I always read the artist statements. Typically, the artists stated intentions bear no relation to the actual effect of the art. That is, I am of a mind, that an artists statements can be disregarded. Once their creation has been released to the world, it no longer belongs to them.For fun, a quick Google of artist+"try to evoke":I try to evoke the process of self–organization

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Temporal and spatial distribution of high energy electrons at JupiterI have seen this man before. One friend of mine referred to him as "The Pigeon Man" because of his habit of holding injured pigeons in his arms, tenderly, cradling them like a treasured pet and feeding them, dropping breadcrumbs into their beaks. He is here now at Cafe La Onda carrying a sheaf of paper. He is distributing

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Reading list"There are only two things: love, all sorts of love, with pretty girls, and the music of New Orleans or Duke Ellington. Everything else ought to go, because everything else is ugly" - Boris Vian's L'Ecume des Jours (oddly translated as Foam of the Daze)I was turned on to Vian by Claudia. Her and I made a City Lights expedition to stock up respectively on new books.There is a grisly

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RecollectionsMy parents are both extroverts, by even a loose definiton of that term. They both "know everybody" and are well-loved in return. My mother befriends people at the grocery store- always coming back with some story about how she met a wonderful person in the vegetable aisle. My father is the grand entertainer, hosting parties every weekend, even to this day.I still like to tell the

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Photographer of the SupernaturalEverytime I've considered giving all this up - this strange little online journal - I manage to get a reminder of why I shouldn't.I once told my friend Mina that I was giving up - privately archiving everything here and then making it vanish. Her response was pure commonsense:That's ridiculous. Write every day if you want to. Or, abandon it for months. Just leave

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Frida Kahlo, Rufino Tamayo, Diego RiveraThe story of Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo is now well-known. The whims of popular culture has rescued this pair from obscurity, especially Kahlo who up until recently was no more than a footnote in the history of Art. (In my opinion, Kahlo's art, imbued with genuine suffering, will outlast Rivera's)Rivera has always been well-known but he was but one of a

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I dont know what this means, this juxtaposition. The antique and the modern clash on the rooftop of a neighbor's house. It is only visible though from a hidden staircase.I've also started taking photos of colorfields - large expanses of pure color. I've discovered that this works best when there is some small imperfection in the field - an object, a speck, an impurity. The enormity of the snow

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"In Italy, the magnetism of museums is irresistible. Last June the Roman Institute of Psychology released the results of a national study involving 2,000 visitors that found 20 percent of them had embarked on an "erotic adventure" in a museum. Also according to the study, a Caravaggio painting or a Greek sculpture is more likely to lead to sex than works by Tiepolo or Veronese. The experts have

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Bernini's rendition of an Armadillofrom The Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi

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What is Poetry?¿Qué es poesía?, dices mientras clavasen mi pupila tu pupila azul.¿Que es poesía?, Y tú me lo preguntas? Poesía... eres tú. -original by Gustavo Adolfo BécquerWhat is poetry?, you askwhile your blue eyes rivet mine.What is poetry? And you ask this? Poetry... is you.-translated by Howard A. LandmanWhat is poetry? thou say'st, and meanwhile fixestOn mine eye thine eye of

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Celebrations of the DevilI have these cycles of sociability. I am capable of being extremely extroverted. But, a few months later I will tumble into an introverted state that is almost monastic in its extent.I first met my friend A. during an extended social streak in high school. We have remained friends over the decades. He has never let go of this image of me, of this popular person, this

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All that comes out of me is a landscape in which you are everything, tree, bee, flower, toast, salt; you are the hard bright stamen of the kingcup, the Greek asphodel, the nervous speaking calyx.-The Black Book, Durrell

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From Ossian to Oscar Wilde1762James MacPherson discovers an ancient poem written in Gaelic.The author is Ossian, son of Fingal.1773Thomas Jefferson establishes himself as a great fan of Ossian1774The Sorrows of Young Werther is published by Goethe, another fervent admirer of Ossian.Within it, Werther exclaims:Ossian has, in heart, supplanted Homer.1796Various editions of the Ossian poem are

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-Stephan Doitschinoff

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The polymathic Piet Hein was an artist and mathematician. He invented the game of Hex, created a unique puzzle called the Soma cube and also is the father of an entirely new geometric entity - the SuperEllipse, as seen in Sergels Torg:Man is the animal that draws lines which he himself then stumbles over. In the whole pattern of civilization there have been two tendencies, one toward straight

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The City UnraveledSo, I was going by Philz coffee again. (I had written about his popularity with women.)As I was getting my coffee this time, I noticed a small pile of handmade books titled 'Love Letter to San Francisco' by a certain Spiralgirl. I bought one, the next to last.The small booklet is divided into two parts. The first half is a series of love letters to san francisco. For example:"

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She herself was a victim of that lust for books which rages in the breast like a demon, and which cannot be stilled save by the frequent and plentiful acquisition of books. This passion is more common, and more powerful, than most people suppose. Book lovers are thought by unbookish people to be gentle and unworldly, and perhaps a few of them are so. But there are others who will lie and scheme

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Aztec ReligionOn that Saturday, I decided to eat my lunch in Dolores Park in the Mission. The amount of activity at the park is always surprising for its size. Tennis players in one corner. Children playing in another corner, not too far from where gay men in speedos sun themselves on a hot day. In between, Mission area hipsters have picnics alongside large Latin families. You can hear the

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Hinton's Cubes-From C.H. Hinton (click for larger pictures)Charles H. Hinton, the author of the 1906 book The Fourth Dimension, believed he had developed a system that would allow anyone to actually visualize the fourth spatial dimension. He went one further and invented a set of colored cubes that, if used properly, would develop this 4th spatial sense.The 2nd dimension is best visualized as a

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This week I just received my copy of the "Harvard and Radcliffe Class of 1990, Fifteenth Anniversary Report" in the mail. All 1600 of my college classmates, their lives laid out on the page. Except of course for those 11 listed in the back of the book as Deceased, including Maria Psychas, talented and beautiful, an acquiantance of mine who died long before her time.In the 5th year report, and to

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Notes:I write little notes all the time - on my laptop, on scraps of paper, or as remembered things, cued off a mnemonic. Sometimes I develop these notes into fuller thoughts or into short essays. But most often they remain nothing more than short hints or observations.These are my index cards to life. I've made thousands of them over the years. I've lost hundreds. Most are uncategorized. Some, I

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a map of san francisco(words as pushpins)philz coffeeThe official draw of Philz coffee is that it is some of the most potent coffee in town. Phil himself urges you to take the first sip immediately so that he can carefully study your reaction.The unofficial draw is that Phil, an older, distinguished Turkish man, is an avid womanizer and his personal dramas unfold themselves out in the coffeehouse

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I am thinking of a certain September: Wood pigeon Red Admiral Yellow Harvest Orange Night. You said, "I love you." Why is is that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear? "I love you" is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I, yet when you say it and when I say it we speak like savages who have found three words and worship

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Occupation1. I've returned to San Francisco only to discover that something from Asia returned with me. I first noticed it as a series of blood red spots on my lower legs. I dismissed it as a minor rash or as an insect bite (this is when you let yourself briefly imagine a shiny but terribly tentacled thing crawling up your pantleg before you shut down that avenue of thought altogether) But it

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Hong Kong, ChinaMid-LevelsI arrived in Hong Kong expecting to walk into an urban forest; the Hong Kong as seen and photographed by Michael Wolf, a modern city planted on an island but stretching up into the clouds.I was used to the density of New york city but that didnt fully prepare me for the density of Hong Kong. Parts of Hong Kong manage to be the most densely populated areas on the planet.

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Hue, VietnamZen MonasteryWe had told the driver to take us to the monastery and he had assured us that he knew the way. Several times along the road, however, he pulled over the cab, walked up to a roadside vendor and after a short and uncertain exchange got back in the cab and continued driving.We had left the main town of Hue much earlier in the evening. The haze glow of streetlights had been

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Vientiane, LaosHappy Laos New YearWe arrived in Vientiane at the same time as the New Year. Buddhist monks told me my fortune after I removed my shoes and paid my respects to the Buddha. My fortune looks good: I can achieve anything I want to achieve, they tell me, but first I must decide what it is that I want to do. I am a wandering soul who has strayed from his home, they tell me. Of course -

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A message from A. who is in Vietnam traveling with Thich Nhat Hahn. I post this here for others that know her. Excerpts:...Its like traveling with the dalai lama, we usuallyarrive in places in a big procession. Its quite something, with thedrums going to announce his arrival, and everyone bowing to us andgiving us flowers.  People mistake me for a nun when I am wearing myrobes (the robes we

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ARMILIA. A mysterious underground city located at the North Obscure Pole. The only part of it ever seen looks like a cross between an armiliar sphere and a complicated clock. It appears that it can be used to manipulate both time and weather. The serious breakdown of 746 AT may have been caused by a little boy named Bronislaw Kunkely, believed to possess paranormal powers. This is

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I long ago abandoned Google's Orkut after having been an early member. Occasionally I still get "friend" requests from people I dont know, mainly Brazilians. I always say Yes because...well, why not?About a year ago I accepted a request from a random Brazilian woman named Nancy. Soon after that she started emailing me (and her 300 other contacts) these random little messages, mostly what could be

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Cosmological fragments:1. The ancient astronomer Hipparchus compiled a sky catalog which has never been seen.Recently, however, it was discovered that the Universe of Hipparchus has been in front of us all along. A statue known as The Famese Atlas which sits in a museum in Naples, has held it in its arms.2. I've always liked this short poem that the Mexican poet Octavio Paz wrote as a homage to

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The Cosmic Triangle: The Fate of the Universe explainedThe diagram above was first introduced by astrophysicists last year as a graphical way of representing the current state of the future of the Universe. You may have heard of exotic phrases like cosmic expansion, dark matter, dark energy and other grand terms. The Cosmic Triangle compresses all these different fates into a handy and colorful

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Too Many NamesMondays are meshed with Tuesdaysand the week with the whole year.Time cannot be cutwith your weary scissors,and all the names of the dayare washed out by the waters of night.No one can claim the name of Pedro,nobody is Rosa or Maria, all of us are dust or sand,all of us are rain under rain.They have spoken to me of Venezuelas,Of Chiles and Paraguays;I have no idea what they are

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Yesterday was the vernal equinox, one of the two moments in the year when the Sun crosses the celestial equator. Days are as long as nights and so the world can be said to be balanced.I was at the San Francisco Exploratorium as part of their Chichen Itza event. A team of people were broadcasting from the pyramid at Chichen Itza to San Francisco. The Sun rose in the sky and at the moment of the

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A real-life acquiantance, Annelene, starts her own journal. About environmentalism. About the Spiritual Quest.

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