comics ch 9 reading response

i must say, i am glad to be finished reading this book. it was very entertaining at first and informative overall, but i did get a little annoyed with "scott". i was just bugged by how many times he tried to get deep...then DEEPER....andDEEEPER AND DEEPER AND DEEPER. give it a rest!!! all of his "enlightening" points weren't that enlightening after a short while. and also, the italicizing, bolding, and capitalizing of words really really annoyed me. not only did these elements make it extremely hard to read, they all put the emphasis on the wrong thing!!!! reminds me of this:

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FQESCVkXnU

but the chapter is about communicating ideas between different minds without ever actually being able to convey to those minds exactly what your mind knows and sees. thus, the chapter is called "putting it all together". for example: pen goes to paper, goes to eye, goes to brain. only communication can breach the walls of ignorance that keeps human beings from seeing each other clearly.

art show for week 5

the art show that i attended this week is not your typical art show but it is one that i think exquisitely examples the unison of art and life. i went to a Los Angeles Dodgers v. San Diego Padres game this week with my bff Lauren Mackey. I was really excited to go because not only am I a Nor Cal Dodger fan, but I have never been to a Dodger game, let alone any professional baseball game.  The creation of baseball, known as "America's Past Time" is an art in itself. It is a game built upon the people who make and allow it to exist. I'm not merely speaking of the players, I am referring to the fans, the umpires, the radio reporters, the t.v. reporters, the newspaper reporters, the magazine reporters, the after game show reporters, the pre game show reporters, the vending stand vendors, the mobile vendors in the stands yelling things like "Dodger Dogs!" or "beer!" or "cotton candy!" or "frozen lemonade, chocolate malts!" or "peanuts!", the ticket salesmen, the fan gear sales men, the ticket checkers, the bag inspectors, the stadium builders, the stadium cleaners, the guest singer who sings the National Anthem, the guest singer who sings "God Bless America" before the 7th inning stretch - all of these things an countless more create and preserve America's Past Time. All of these people living and sharing an experience or many experiences together are participating in a historical establishment of the people before them, an establishment that is an art that comes to life by these people who feed it. This art that lives took stronghold upon me the moment I entered the stadium - suddenly I was a part of it all. And I felt like a child.

I think of many things I do in this way. I mean art is life, our lives are art. No one on this earth travels the very same path throughout their time here and everyone creates their own art out of their lives by what the choose to do and not do, the habits they form, the actions they take, the people they choose or allow to enter their creation , their creation of art which is life.

This reality always crosses my mind when I'm driving from LA or Ventura back to SB, for some reason not on the way there though. Pacific Coast Highway and 101 perfectly run alongside the ocean. In some parts the waves even crash up against the highway you are driving on. The mountains to your right or left. This highway is an art that was researched, sketched, constructed into a physical being (sculpture perhaps?), and then and to this day is an interactive piece installed along the coast line, adjacent to a mountain range, that people participate in (re)affirming its existence at all times. It is a living dead piece of art. It is the art of life which is continuous, constant, and everlasting.

Sequence/Narrative Proposals

1) So my 8th grade year was the only year I ever attended a public school - and it was AWESOME. Naturally, seeing as it was my first time ever not having to wear uniforms, I was certain that all of my outfits must be awesome and never repeated. To prevent this, I literally wrote in a notebook every single day my entire outfit - from shoes, pants, socks, skirts, shirts, jackets, dresses, sweatshirts, sweaters, and all clothing items, to earrings, headbands, hats, bracelets, rings, necklaces, anklets, any and all tchotchkes to the way I did my hair and if applicable, any special make up I happened to be wearing that day. As you can see, this is a very long narrative and time-lapse sequence. I really wish I could have my mom send it to me so I could present it in class, but I doubt it would come in time. So, alternate proposals would be to document my outfits from today until tuesday or maybe have her take pics of my old notebook and send them to me.

2) I am a strong anti-technology activist and the cameras these days drive me crazy. I hate all this digital nonsense and photos on the computer nonsense. I like to look at a photograph in my hands and feel it, knowing that this specific photo is of a one time moment that was not shot and recreated/edited over and over again, thus falsifying the memory and documentation of that "moment." This is why for about a year now I have been purchasing disposable cameras. Each camera only contains 27 pictures so every photo taken is a once in a life time opportunity to capture that specific moment, so there are no re-dos or faking a special moment. Since there are so few pictures per camera, you have to choose each "click!" wisely, thus ensuring all of the photos you develop are very special and bring back very specific memories. Also, after I fill a camera, it takes me at least a month to get it developed. When I do, I am reminded of memories over a long period of time, random ones and significant ones that bring me tons of joy when I look at them. Not only do I want to make a book of my memories, I want to use them all for drawing, painting, sculpture, and all mediums inspiration in the future. One proposal would be to spread these photos in a sequence that displays different moments over a long period of time and photograph them - I cannot make the book or paintings, etc. in time.

3) I will write a poem that touches on the last year that I've spent with my boyfriend - a great portion of the time before we were actually together. I want to write a poem that portrays the passage of time in our relationship because in August, I am leaving for 9 months to go abroad. It is really sad and hard for me because we fought to be together for so long and now we are, and are so deeply in love that when I leave, it is going to break both of our hearts. Because when I leave, our relationship will end and end in sorrow and what kills me the most is that we will never know what could have been. Who knows how it will be when I return too? I want to write letters to each other that we can read when we are a part and remember our love together. It goes much further and more in depth but for now this is all I wish to disclose. My proposal is a poem, a special poem.

fav artist

So, there's no way in hell I can possibly write about who my "favorite" artist is, I have no clue and I doubt I ever will! But I am going to write about one artist who I do like, not necessarily more than any other artist, but he came to mind given recent events - Felix Gonzalez-Torres. Last summer I went to the MOMA in San Francisco and got to experience one of his pieces. This piece was one of the stacks of photo posters that you can take. So I took one as did Jonny, now my boyfriend, who I was with. Unfortunately I was only visiting Jonny for 1 day and it was before we were together. At the end of our adventurous day we parted ways for the rest of the summer and I accidentally left my Gonzalez-Torres poster in his car. It's funny because two days before I saw this piece in the museum, I was in Berkley at my bff Taylor Chang's pad and someone in her apartment had two of them hanging on the wall next to one another. I didn't know what they were from or who they were by until I went to the museum a couple days later. I'm sad because I believe Jonny and my posters are gone for good because he left them in his car and he thinks his parents probably tossed them :( I know, really bad. I was just reminded of this on Friday when I visited my other bff, Lauren Mackey, who had the same poster on her wall. It made me sad and bummed that I don't have mine anymore and that I never got to hang it. But this is probably why he came to my mind for doing this blog. Here's a pic of the one I lost, followed by other works he's done:

NEEEEAAAAATTTTOOOOOOO

fr33 f0rm

i hate school. i love it. but i hate it. teachers, t.a.s, classes, the school, everything expects way too much, way too much. say on the first day of school of a quarter i go to all my classes. they've all already assigned at least 100 pages of reading each for that week - so like 400 pages total. well guess what, the books not available yet. or i don't have the money yet. so now, thousands of pages behind in the quarter, am i going to do the reading? probably not. i'm going to try, but there's no way i'll get it done in time for all my classes. fucking ridiculous because now i learn less because you all (teachers,etc.) have given us more. if i had an affordable, decent, practical amount of reading each night for all of my classes, then guess what - i'd do it AND THUS I WOULD LEARN A WHOLE FUCK TON MORE AND I BET EVERYONE ELSE WILL TOO. it's true what they say - less is more. it just sucks because trying to do all the work when you know you'll never succeed in doing all of it keeps you from learning from actual life. if i could, i would go on 3 hikes a week where i would be educating myself the whole time. but guess what, i haven't gone on a hike since fucking fall BECAUSE OF ALL THE FUCKING SHCOOOL FUCKING WORK. IT'S BULLSHIT. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY LIVE IN SANTA BARBARA IF I CAN'T EVER LEAVE MY DESK?!?!?!?!?! I AM SO SICK AND TIRED OF IT. FUCK FUCK FUCK. THIS IS VERY ANGRY BUT IT IS JUST HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW. LESS IS MORE PEOPLE, LESS IS MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

best/worst confession

In terms of an actual physical piece, I really liked Mary Beth's sculpture. It was really cool, really fun to play with, awesome to look it, just totally sweet all around. I didn't think that her confession was that strong though, simply because I'm certain we all feel that time is passing very fast and we don't know how to slow it down or move with it consistently...at least this is how i feel all the time anyway. i truly think there is not nearly enough time in the day and therefore not enough time in a week, month, year, and a lifetime. there is not enough time in a lifetime. i guess that's the challenge of life - to get as much as you can and as much as you want out of it before your time in this lifetime runs out. sucks. but maybe if you use this as an incentive then you can get more out of lifE? i dunno, cuz then it just feels like you're rushing.
In terms of confession, I really liked the guy who did the lying one...it wasn't like a HUGE confession thing, but it was the truth, and then he allowed us to ask him questions in hopes of receiving the truth. i mainly just like this one because when the truth came out about how he thinks his girlfriend's step sister is hotter, that was awesome and hilarious and so unexpected and just great. it was golden.
my least favorite confession was the letter to god one. maybe because i'm not anywhere near that religious or maybe because i think that that kind of investment in "god" is very old fashioned and outdated because we have so much more knowledge now we don't need a "god" to blame things on or to account for how things occur. gods/religions were made up thousands of years ago to explain natural phenomena, such as the weather, because they couldn't any other way but now we have technology and factual knowledge about these things that doesn't include any sort of super human. also because it just made me uncomfortable that this girl was sobbing about some "god" thing that she's never met or had contact with - how can "god" make you cry and sob and be so emotional when you don't even know god or he know you..people say they know god and have a strong relationship with "god" and shit but i'm like, that's a "relationship with god" in your head, anything you say about your relationship with him is somehting you've made up in your head and convinced yourself of

Respons to kips lecture #5

Kip's lecture was cool, no surprise. He showed us a video by Tony Mendoza called "My Father's Lunch," 1999, which began with a definition of habit and proceeded to be a documentary about his father's addiction to Burger King. The movie was really funny and simple, very unpretentious. This guy's father has been going to the same Burger King for 25 years, every few days, and has gotten the same order every time, except for the medium diet coke in the winter rather than the large diet coke in the summer. It is really funny and I can't wait to show my man this vid cuz i think he'd like it. Then kip talked about personal narrative and the magic of seduction. He gave us this analogy of a donkey-drawn carriage with a passenger who has a pole with a carrot that he/she dangles in front of the donkey. The carrot must be at the perfect distance before the donkey so that it can successfully be pulled. He used this analogy to describe art - if you have a piece, it's important not to put the carrot too close to the audience because you do not want to be too in their face about it, this will result in turning them away. If you're piece does not have enough too it and bores the audience/makes them not really care, then the carrot is too far away. If the carrot is at just the right distance, then the audience will be intrigue and continue to stay intrigued and thus want more. The one part about Kip's lecture that was a bit odd/somewhat irrelevant is when he read that passage from his first book about fucking some fat white chick, or should i say, some fat white chick fucking him....this was a bit t.m.i. and i mean could have been appropriate perhaps in a different context - it was just really random when he busted into this story about some fuck encounter he had many years ago. hahaha still funny though.