Sunday, August 11, 2013
It is all feeling rather contrived
I suspect it is not that I cannot see, but rather that what I wish to see is not there in the way I am wishing to see? Or that I cannot see it that way or it wasn't there to be seen in that way, or it is. How can it appear to be so different in moments apart . I was walking through the city over the last while serially observing and imaging everything I see almost as if I am on the lower edge of the bell curve, wondering around with a glazed outlook without emotion observing and snapping. Granted I am not void of emotion at all, it just at times seems to fruitless this wondering around the empty spaces. I have noticed the complex dichotomies and trichotomies and poliychotomies of existence in one moment in time. So many different people’s lives coinciding in one space at the same time with different experiences and motivations and outlooks. Yes much of this is painfully obvious to us all, this is the fabric of a non homogenous society and it is to be expected. This does not make it any less insane looking in from the outside, It is at this point in the paragraph that the absurdity of it all just tends to collapse the discussion into nothingness and nothingness is all that is left and all that remains is an empty void. The thought of the primitive photographs i mentioned previously still haunt my thoughts hourly.. I cannot decide and cannot confirm what it is that makes the images compelling, if the images themselves are amazing or is it the process behind the images, both in terms of physical destructive and deconstructive process or is it the naiveté of the images underneath the patina of the process?
I find it strange when looking at the various people I see during the day, how in one point in time the complexity and diversity can overwhelm my experience of the moment.
I sometimes stare at other peoples photographs wondering what it is that makes them good? is it the action of the photographer, the action of the photographed or the emotion of the person in the moment? I am mostly excluding posed and created images which fall into the realm of technical wizardry which is not really where my fascination lies. At times it has nothing to do with the underlying quality but rather the tone and texture of the moment being captured. I suppose there are those which are technically better than others, but do they always capture the essence of the situation or not?
The deep forest, unlike the band by this name and the “donker bos by seeuleu leipoldt” is a place that fools the eye more than the camera, somehow the camera does not see what the eye sees or is it that the mind fills in the gaps dramatically. I am not sure it is possible to see the wood for the trees, after 3 sustained years I am seldom happy with the photographs of the forests.. It might be a lifetime challenge to be totally happy with tree pictures?
Like most things, i suspect it is the photographers prerogative to be selfish and show things the way they see it..unless they are being paid for it, or looking for favour or adulation or adoration, it maybe that which is lacking in the photos that I take, that i neither take them for my self with total selflessness nor do i bow to the general opinion of the masses of photographers around us. It might be that by putting my photos on flickr and other places i may be doing myself an injustice by bowing to general expectations, whereas before i did not? The alternative is of course to learn from those around us, but can we learn from those around us when we do not be like them, but want to be like ourselves? It all starts sounding a bit like the sound of a tree falling in a forest when there is no one to hear it happen. If we take photos and show no – one are they still good, or are they as good as they are? But i must admit, myself as a pure documenter I am different, i do not necessarily create, but rather re-capture what my eye sees in a way for me to remember what i saw, and sometimes see things that my eyes never saw? I cant say that i know? How certain are we that we are showing all aspects of our individuality and self or are we just shielding behind the facade of the cardboard cut out that is our persona. I know that the cardboard cut out can bold and brave looking, but it is a cardboard cut out, it holds off the rain and the sun and the wind for a while till the tattered brown insides start pealing out and getting blown away in the wind and rain. What remains is a mere shell. That all just sounds so flaky to me, but I suppose such is life.
We have to ask where the next adventure is lurking? is it inside the box in the cupboard at the back of the garage, is it on the saddle of my bicycle, is it lying in pieces on a table in the cave.
But I do realise i miss the research, it has over time become more and more difficult not to research almost everything i hear or read I suppose i Do not need to know a little about everything.. But I suppose we are getting there, I have totally lost track of what i was thinking a moment back. Soon i will be able to hide my own easter eggs. But there is still a thread inside there, I was reading(no not reading, scanning over some new info i found due to listening to a pretty awesome science podcast series from ABC (no not the American one, rather the Aussie one.. Damn interesting, I lose my focus once again, there is a title of a book and some discussion around a dude in the states called Jim Carter, who is a “Lay” person and has come up with a new treatise of the world and its Physical behaviour, as per my Social media quip a while back I might just have t add this to my growing pile of books to read. I suppose after a lot of consideration it is the aberration and obscure and intrigue that interest me, it must have been the adventure books I read as a child? It is sometimes sad when we see how much we know about the world we live in, but at times there are sparks when i realise this is all from a specific perspective and that we actually still know very little about certain things. I think, stand aside from any weird explanations and theories that have limited substantiation there are still a whole lot of really amazing things we just do not know, amongst them are how the frig did they build the Pyramids and many other south American archaeological finds? Why did the Mammoth die out? Does the green spot actually happen, how amazing is a comet, how cool as the asteroids, the feeling of snow when you are not used to it. the sound of a thunderstorm, the smell of Ozone, red sand.. these are all amazing.. but at times it is sad not to be able to share them with others.. It might be through the photographs that there might be hope that through these images there might be a transference of that experience of the amazement I sometimes feel for seeing the most insanely amazing and sometimes simple things.. Enough of the yo-yo emotional rollercoaster that is our life.
I suspect the next step is getting back to work and not doing this now during my tea break, but rather focussing on learning something new.
On a different note , it is almost time to setup the next to do list of items, this is an on going process. I suffered disappointment this weekend, I went to fetch water from a natural spring to start making beer with, but then returned to start reading through the beer brewing starter pack that I got from the shop.. and to my horror I realised it was so un-artisan that even after going around and around i could not convince my self to make it.. it will have to wait till next weekend when i can get some real malt and ingredients, screw trying to do the safe option and do the starter kit, i have never done something like that before, it is all in.. and yes there are generally failures associated with this approach as there have been with the breads and food, but there have been moments of genius. It is not the re-creation of something existing that I want, but to rather experience that which is nature and man combining at its best and experience something mroe akin to the essene loaf in terms of beer.. yes i will bump my head but that is what is expected..
Sometimes like i spoke about it before, when you start overthinking things you cannot do them.. typing on the keyboard is a little like that today .. just cannot type it is as if the kb is not in front of me and i am reverting to 2 finger typing…
well this is really to much crap and rambling.. way more than enough for 2 days..
Thursday, August 8, 2013
The secret life of medieval cats
I was looking for something on heracleion, which by the way is an amazing story. I then happened accross this slightly more quirky yet interesting story about cat footprints on an old medieval book from the 14th century from Dubrovnik.
But at the same time we rush headlong into the unknown, some with changes like powerful metal horses, emblazoned with strange skins they ride, others stand still paralyzed with fear, others drift along as if on a gondola sliding down the stream of life, others again barrelling headlong into the unknown. And I stand here on foreign shores uncertain today of which way, moving from knowing to not knowing in moments.
But as we know it is weekend, and it is time mirth and merriment for many, for me who knows what the future will hold. I will wait and see what the weather will do, will the weather be as the weather gods have foretold or wrong again as they miss~told us last weekend? It is the End of winter and we are in the middle of the sea on a very big island..
And as we no man is an Island..
Back to the Medievil books again, I saw the most amazing thing they scan the pages of these old books with a densitometer, and from the amount of dust and grime deposited on a page they determine how often the books were read relative to others, interestingly one of the books had been read significantly more than others. This book was seen to offer assistance and help during the bubonic plague. On a similar vein it was very interesting, I listened to a Podcast from ABC on (New telescope launched in remote Western Australia. The sweaty t-shirt test for selecting a mate. DNA used to identify ancient plagues. Plaque reveals ancient human diets. Vatican award for stem cell research. The Science Show goes to hell. )
It was a surprisingly good podcast albeit that it is Australians who did it, no this is not aspersion, just a subtle stab at some friends who have wondered across the ditch, surprisingly there are some good Australians out there I found the piece on being able to work out exactly what disease exactly people died off.. This also delved into a whole lot of other pieces where DNA have been scraped and collected from various archaeological digs.
As time passes and i wait, i keep realising there are whole lot of books/authors i want to read and in soem cases re-read, pretty damn tricky getting time for all of this reading in between everything else. what is your quintessential list of books that should be re-read or read and why?
and then also thanks to Aivkara for this amazing Link, it is totally amazing …
“…the mistake is a part of it, it is poetry…and for that you need a bad camera.”
-Miroslav Tichý
what an interesting story, not unlike this blog he was not famous at all and only a handful of people saw his work..
Then for my piece of afternoon free advertising:
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and we know because it is Friday it is almost another bread day, an we know like the bells, we cannot live without our weekly bread, O yeah I shall not walk through the valley of Alpacha and deer doe’s with no bread beneath my raincoat in my Rucksack, for I shall not want no more than a slice of the daily bread and a sip of the golden or red nectar. I will wonder down green hills and dales through hills with Big trees, my wheels are a spinning, my head loses direction I cannot say which way is home. My new day brings a new dawn, maybe this year I will see the persied’s maybe this year I will stand in shallow waters and watch the silver beast upon the end of the slender filament and willowy stick, It feels a lot like I am trying to fill the space next to this photo, Yes you are right, I might just have to put in another picture here or there.
and in a peaceful moment I discover some tunes within a beat, which are amazing and appeal to my sense of the insane, I cannot say i can categorise Warsaw village band? I cannot say i know what genre they are? And i cannot truly say what nationality I am any more? there are times I imagine I may be African, at other times I might be German or Polish at Other times I have other heritages, and now i have no identity other than an ever changing speech rhythm and accent, But i can be assured that for the bulk of the time I walk alone, almost Like Caine
Master Po: If a man dwells on the past, then he robs the present. But if a man ignores the past, he may rob the future. The seeds of our destiny are nurtured by the roots of our past.
Caine: I seek not to know the answers, but to understand the questions.
It is strange what we remember about the past, how some things torture us, things we cannot change even if we wanted to. I suspect it is key to then move on and gather as much as we can from those moments, move on, with them in mind. It brings me back to phylogenetic inertia, we are in some ways bound to our past and our past created our future and future moulds our experience of the past in our minds.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
a new day a new format a change ..
so where did we get to? We, yes the Royal We, not the toilet wee, managed to get the seaweed, have fun and do a few other things. I DiD discover a need for a bigger beard, not sure how i am going to run that past everyone, but I think there is a distinct need for a bigger beard, how much? I cannot say at this stage how big the beard should be or how bold or subtle it should be? But we know that it should change. But we know that not unlike any other day we require our daily bread, I wonder if this would be better represented by an array of boring bread pictures, I suspect that this is the actual requirement? this is My BloG and We like bread and we hope you like what we have to dish up for you?
so where are we now, small beard, this photo was from a while back on the train so no harm no foul..
so where to start over, well the weekend was slower than expected, and i read bla bla, no lets stop that bad idea long before it even begins, no that isnt me either, you are getting enough of a change for now, don’t expect more than this. And for those who still receive this as force fed grain down the throat foi gra style .. go to the blog page at least once in a while to look at the pics, albeit that they may be ever so boring.
to recapitulate, yes that is the correct word, I went this weekend and like i seldom do, and went to have a look at a couple of art exhibitions at pateka in porirua, splendid like always. Like every year I went to the world photo journalism awards again, and like the last 2 years it sickened me.. i cannot say they photos where at all bad, but the content is just so shocking and I would suggest having a look, partly for the quality which is in no means spectacular but the content is shocking like always and gives you a boot up the derriere and wakes you up and makes you realise there is a seriously large amount of crap out there and on the whole we are pretty lucky not to have to deal with a small portion of it ..
But pretty amazing, went to see this exhibition DarkCloud :White Light it is pretty damn amazing.. here is a minuscular scrap of it ..
all in all spectacular for a short little visit, these are only a few of the exhibitions..
More Later… but that ees enouh for now,
there are a whole lot of others including Rob McLeod’s – Imposters, Aliens and Angels
maybe as a closing note, after seeing the world photo journalism exhibition I am happy to be here, safer (not safe) we are not safe anywhere. But mroe importantly i was or should say am still horrified as i was before in the previous years about the Hate that humans portray for others in the name of religion, politics, skin colour, greed and any other reason.. It is just totally incomprehensible if you step back and view it objectively.... It is all Just so damn Sad .. It brings me to question if there is actually anything we can do to make a difference? There are those shining lights who appear to make a difference, but so many try to snuff them out.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Digital Natives - updated
Van Coke Kartel - Skadu's Teen Die Muur.
An Ordinary Person's Guide to Empire: Arundhati Roy, very hard
core
and cutting, not sure I agree totally about some things, but
not
all, but it does indicate a change is necessary, but it doesnt
say
how? So am rather reading
least
the first few hand fulls of pages i have read so far on the
train,
till i forgot the book at home this morning, where well above
average, and apologies to Sally
written, but that might be a translation of the later not the
former, but such well crafted word smithery.. Be as it may, I
would recommend this as a read,
is woven by the author through the words painting images in my
mind.
I must say not a lot further, but we are at least moving forwards
rather than being stationary,
backwards, but at least not backwards... just keeping ahead of
those Gnashing jaws..
they seem rather extreme, but i may be right, wrong but something
needs to be addressed about some of the issues,
wait and see
more important items like;
(water cupboard, geyser Kas for the Saffricans) .. went on a
course
on how to do that..
painting bedroom, ripping up old carpets, foraging, fishing,
building a beach sculpture (getting kids to go with and build it
with me? that might be neigh impossible)
the weekend gets here at this rate, lest leave ti at that,
or the ishnu.. thingiemabobbie emerger patterns that need tying
before summer or spring or lest not forget about the beetle
patterns, wee wets and oom Jensie se Vliee ..
cumulative doubt, no not debt,
free you could possibly have a look at one of the worlds last
remaining puzzles or should i say preponderance?
it is super amazing
the soundtrack for suckerpunch, awesome and amazing, maybe
more so because i know it came from the movie and how i enjoyed it.
It was by far and by no means the best movie ever, but a
interblades, in a search for raw food? I did not quite make the
real hard core sun-dried version, but rather went for the wimpish
version of the bread. In general
bread recipes. It is apparently found in the first century Aramaic
manuscript called the "the essene gospel of Peace".
never finished this confusing Milieu of Madness, But on a more
cheerfull note I think i might change my internet person and become
Marko Vogonovich,
markovich orkestar (btw amazing stuff that)..
to reconsider and map forward the next couple of months ago,
slowly chipping away at things in life ..
house, we are deeply embroiled(no pun intended) in the benefits or
merits of what kind of Chook house to build at home, or for the
angl saxons out there... a chikin coup.. no Not a coupe?
on my to do list just does not seem to be getting shorter,
I should be banned from having a pen.
that remain constant in our lives, in mine they are a fascination
with the following things, not in any particular order at all:
down, sound s a little like someone and their notebooks, btw, I
think you should switch to Moleskine notebooks, I would but
they are to pricey and i lose them and i lose favour in using
them ..so i would need to many of them?
against all odds seems to be the best solution so far, that is
in ten years of attempting this. It is a solution that acts as a
bookmark collection for web pages
trial version and then synchronise between multiple devices and
then also synchronise into your mobile phone or smart device or
tablet..
backside in gear might work for you?
but in retrospect i managed a few things this weekend:
sea for a couple of hours each time, catching both times,
back with a boot full, liberate into the garden,
utilising the hours after 10 at night .. am just so damn tired
.. and i don't know why .. why do i need 6 hrs a night ..
would be so much
and then finally about my self and if I was were it would be
perceived I would be based
I was significantly different, often in outlook and what I wanted
to achieve and be. this made me think
school and did not change and then there are others who change
all the time and do things?
it or even redo it... even though there are moments I would like to
relive ..
future in our hands .. the present was a moment back's future..
in directions both good and bad, why we decided to move, we know
why, more rhetorically.
sometimes it is like a huge millstone dragging behind us, at other
times it is as if i never was that person
broken glass is in the dustbin, it is nice to sit with an open
window facing the weather and the seasons and enduring it all, but
at
But we have moved on both physically and mentally and are no longer
those people.
i will be able to achieve it?
posted ..