Trick Candles

 

 

I have cactuses on my porch. After watching this video, I’ve been encouraged to put googly eyes on them.

 

 

 

Crayon Miracle by Locust Toybox. Makes one look at the world lackadaisically. Seriously just look around.

 

 

Yarn bombing, yarnstorming, guerrilla knitting, or graffiti knitting is a type of graffiti or street art that employs colorful displays of knitted or crocheted cloth rather than paint or chalk.

While yarn installations – called yarn bombs or yarnstorms – may last for years, they are considered non-permanent, and, unlike graffiti, can be easily removed if necessary. Nonetheless, the practice is still technically illegal, though it is not often prosecuted vigorously.

The practice is believed to have originated in the U.S. (2005) with Texas knitters trying to find a creative way to use their leftover and unfinished knitting projects, but it has since spread worldwide.

 

 

I took this clip at Wicker Park fest this weekend. A small child enjoys octopus above the crowd. Mostly better without sound.

 

 

 

 

 

^{My brother}

 

Trick candles

hahaha

Come Around

 

I need to release somewhere to make meaning.

For if I didn’t release, I’d be eternally stuck in my own brain,

unable to determine whether or not what I’m doing is real.

I must send myself out to the environment,

just to make positive I am still receiving back.

 

 

If everything we do effects everything else, and everything else effects us, we might as well only be doing good. After all, it only benefits us.

I think that’s what they call karma.

 

 

I listened to this mix as I wrote.

DFRNT - Dubstep For Deep Heads Mix by Dubstep For Deep Heads

 

 

 

Recently I’ve been making lists of things that bother me. Broken bike, cut up heel, lack of privacy, trouble writing a short story, a friend gone for the summer, another one not telling the truth.

The cool thing about these lists is that they become obsolete.

When I look at the list from last week, I can check off a lot of things that no longer bother me.

While the purpose of writing the list is to get bothersome things outside of me and onto paper, so they don’t suffocate my brighter emotions,

the real advantage is being able to look back and physically see, on paper, the temporary nature of traumas that we let hinder our day to day lives.

The progression of time makes every issue or negative emotion just a piece of the past, which should logically give us utmost hope for the present.

 

 

 

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Imagination Marathon

 

I always have in mind that my readers should listen to the music I provide, for it may create a mood to read the rest of my post with. Today you have a choice,

Either some light drum n bass, to remind me (and you) of a fantasy parallel universe called Montreal…

 

Chasing Dreams- by Mutated Forms

or for those who enjoy a light dub track with psychedelic and reggae undertones, and like drum circles-

Strollin- by Matty G.

 

Now that you’ve made a decision, continue on and enjoy the post, and once again, pretend my writing voice is actually in a British accent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today I was biking to the beach and a chipmunk hit my leg.

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Next Saturday, July 16, world-renowned glass blower Josh Simpson will be doing a coffee and lecture at the Lee Block Gallery at Northwestern in Evanston. Coffee starts at 10:30. He’s dope so…see you there!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imagine a color you’ve never seen before. I dare you! That would be quite an imagination marathon, imagining so hard for so long that you actually become exhausted from it. If only it were a bit easier to stay in the imagination, everyday life would fall into sections of whimsical and surreal moments, and we would never fully grasp a concept of true reality. We could pretend the mailman is a villain and spend our entire afternoon around that thought. We could imagine that each step is one step closer not to the refrigerator, but to a time machine. Living in a world structured by the imagination, we might even be able to discover a new color.

If we lived and played in a make-believe world like we did when we were young, one might argue that we wouldn’t subsist in the adult world, we wouldn’t be able to make proper decisions. However, no matter adult or child, we’re all still living in our imaginations, just in a different part of them. Instead of adventuring to outer space every time we close the car door, we thrive in the part of the imagination that believes what we’re doing is rational, believes that we’re perceiving without fallacy, believes that our decisions are our own and not simply a consequence of small external causes…

What I’m really trying to say is that as long as we are oblivious to true reality, which will be forever, we might as well believe in the impossible. Forget the rules of thought and contemplation. No matter if you’re the president of the United States making decisions for national security, or me, sitting on my porch pretending I’m hiding from an aggravated flock of seagulls, you’re living in an imaginary world. A world born in your own mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Recently I picked up a book that explains a lot of my thoughts. Seemingly a discourse passed around by the counterculture of the 60s and 70s, here are some excerpts from Hugh Prather’s I Touch the Earth, the Earth Touches Me. Take some time to read them twice, absorb and enjoy.

 

“Most of the conversations I hear are carried on as if there really were such a thing as an answer, and as if the people present were actually in possession of it”

“There is no such thing as a mistake. There is only what happens”

“My growth does not seem to be a matter of learning lessons, but of learning the old lessons again and again. The wisdom doesn’t change, only the situations”

“Tonight I discovered nature. For the first time I saw it. For the first time I didn’t look at it, I listened to it- not with my ears, although I did that too, but with my eyes. Instead of pushing out at it, trying to understand it, I let it speak to me. On my left, some distance away, was the highway. From there I could hear man—-man always arriving, never quite there. Then I looked at the stars. They were silent, and powerful beyond all effort. They were stars being stars and therefore brilliantly alive…how puny are words about stars”

 

 

 

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