artruby:
One of the strongest Cindy Sherman works.
super strange! a couple weeks ago mom and I couldn’t remember who it was who ‘copied everyone else’s work’ — then a few hours ago I saw that The High was having a Pop Art party; Matt said he’d take tons of illegal pictures for me and I told him it was cool and that they did it first and that if anyone bugged him just to throw around names like Richard Prince, Cindy Sherman and Koons and he’d be free to go. and now this showing up. curious :)
(via minervasarrowcomplex)
I wasn’t going to, because I thought Helvetica was pretentious, is pretentious, but I kind of enjoyed Objectified even though it mentioned Apple; I watched Urbanized a couple days ago out of curiosity and potentially a paper. I keep forgetting about Rem Koolhaas. not so much his work, but his theories were particularly important to me when I was an ENV major — I don’t know what shut off in my brain that has stopped me from perpetuating them in my ceramic work? but one of my favorite lines of his is that everything is a political statement. he’s totally right, in the same way that time is money.
I bet that if I scrolled down far enough every post on here would lead me to something new. there’s no way they wouldn’t. so maybe, coincidences aren’t anything but remembering. which would be kind of a let-down, but maybe there’s something about the way they’re remembered? there’s something to it. probably.
also, this morning I checked my email and I had one about a lecture on Shanghai for tomorrow at 1
then I got a call from a telemarketer about a free trip to Australia, but the number was from Beaufort, SC
I really need to start keeping track of my coincidences, they’re getting out of hand:
first I was reading a book called The Paris Wife about Ernest and Hadley Hemingway
I went into the studio the day I finished it and Nikki was playing “Rhapsody in Blue”
Matt called me later that week and told me he’d found a website where people theorized what authors and such would say if asked, “Why did the chicken cross the road…?” and he told me he thought I would’ve liked Hemingway’s, “…to die. in the rain.”
while on my way to Seattle my mom called me and told me we were moving to Shanghai
when I went to Seattle I was rooming with a guy named Dan who looked exactly like a young Hemingway and read great novels and kept a notebook in his back pocket.
Shanghai is the Paris of the East.
while I was in Seattle I kept thinking “Petrichor: the smell of rain on wet earth.” which always reminds me to look out for coincidences.
we met a woman named Patty in BWI who was from Washington state and had to leave because the mob was after her, she’d discovered the world’s largest emerald while on a horse trail. Caitlin said she’d been having a lot of coincidences lately.
after we got back to Bolton Hill later that day I drifted off to sleep on a sunny afternoon and had deja vu about drifting off to sleep on a sunny afternoon — then I had a dream that my old best friend and lover, Waynick, was sleeping next to me with his arms around me — this is strange because I hadn’t thought about him in a long time and because he died three years ago. I felt bad because I missed him but also because he knew better than to be in bed with me, I have a boyfriend.
just now a song came on and I felt a rush of emotions being away from Matt and wanting to be right next to him, but instead I was startled into realizing seeing Waynick during my nap. I went online to record my dream, which I did, then once I’d finished I thought now was a good time to record my coincidences, and the most recent image on my coincidence blog was one of Ernest Hemingway.
curiouser and curiouser.
lozlights:
In the late 1880s, the body of a 16-year-old girl was pulled from the Seine. She was apparently a suicide, as her body showed no marks of violence, but her beauty and her enigmatic smile led a Paris pathologist to order a plaster death mask of her face.
In the romantic atmosphere of fin de siècle Europe the girl’s face became an ideal of feminine beauty. The protagonist of Rainer Maria Rilke’s 1910 novel The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge writes, “The mouleur, whose shop I pass every day, has hung two plaster masks beside his door. [One is] the face of the young drowned woman, which they took a cast of in the morgue, because it was beautiful, because it smiled, because it smiled so deceptively, as if it knew.”
Ironically, in 1958 the anonymous girl’s features were used to model the first-aid mannequin Rescue Annie, on which thousands of students have practiced CPR. Though the girl’s identity remains a mystery, her face, it’s said, has become “the most kissed face of all time.”
okay now I’ve GOT to talk about this—
I found out about her a couple years ago as I was reading Cabinet on the way home from DC on the train. I’d been in a CPR class years before getting my babysitter’s training and wondering who’s face we were all using and suddenly the memory of asking the question rushed back to me. I don’t know what’s so beautiful about her face to be honest, but I’m pretty much determined to go to france and find her death mask, to see more of her face than just a 200x300 pixel image of it!
(via rrosehobart)
nevver:
The Nietzsche Family Circus
oh wow I hadn’t thought about collecting coincidences for a while… a couple nights ago I was out (in Sydney, on Georges St) with Nyssa after seeing Clint Eastwood’s Hereafter and she was beginning to tell me about how one of her relatives is really into calling spirits and that kind of thing and we began to talk about the afterlife and why we don’t worry about anything and she said it’s about fate and i agreed and said i think it’s definitely fate, and that it’s intertwining coincidences that consist of fate — the brain making connections, and why it’s making connections — to become fate. i mentioned this journal but didn’t look at it, then just now getting home from school I saw this picture, and it was the nietzsche family circus that got me thinking about art created with ‘random’ generation with the help of computers, and how that’s really all a blog is. everything. we think we generate things ‘randomly’ because we’re not looking for the coincidences that made it so.
and especially this image. i don’t think fate is the presence of god, i think it’s our brains that connect us to everyone and create miracles and angels and give us all these wonderful things to experience… but i guess that’s me killing him :\ i don’t want to talk about religion now as im still figuring it out, and i think it has done some good things for cleanliness and good habits and even charity. but it has also done a lot of harm.
it’s so hard to tell sometimes what’s coincidence and what is just a series of events… maybe im looking too deep into this. maybe im not looking deep enough? matt mentioned them out of the blue today (where is this ‘out of the blue’ place, and why does it happen on the internet at night and not fall from the sky like it ought to?) so i captured as much as i thought pertained to it. maybe what was important was what prompted him to tell me this ‘coincidence’ — but it wasn’t obviously from the conversation we were having. i don’t want to ask him, it happened too long ago and i feel like that’s forcing it somehow. we’ll see.
I did however just watch the red panda video that someone posted a few moments ago, and it prompted me to post this screencap, which i otherwise would have deleted. so maybe that’s something. i just don’t believe viral videos are something that count under a series of coinciding events… we’ll see.
bohemea:
Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Heart
In honor of the lunar eclipse that I believe started a few minutes ago - I wouldn’t know, the sky is thick with cloud cover here. Way to mess up this magical moment clouds!
matt and I finished talking I guess two hours ago, when he posted that he was listening to this song. it was weird because he didn’t know about the eclipse til I mentioned it and suddenly he had two posts about it. didn’t really matter, but i still haven’t listened to the song, just not in the mood i guess
![lozlights:
In the late 1880s, the body of a 16-year-old girl was pulled from the Seine. She was apparently a suicide, as her body showed no marks of violence, but her beauty and her enigmatic smile led a Paris pathologist to order a plaster death mask of her face.
In the romantic atmosphere of fin de siècle Europe the girl’s face became an ideal of feminine beauty. The protagonist of Rainer Maria Rilke’s 1910 novel The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge writes, “The mouleur, whose shop I pass every day, has hung two plaster masks beside his door. [One is] the face of the young drowned woman, which they took a cast of in the morgue, because it was beautiful, because it smiled, because it smiled so deceptively, as if it knew.”
Ironically, in 1958 the anonymous girl’s features were used to model the first-aid mannequin Rescue Annie, on which thousands of students have practiced CPR. Though the girl’s identity remains a mystery, her face, it’s said, has become “the most kissed face of all time.”
okay now I’ve GOT to talk about this—
I found out about her a couple years ago as I was reading Cabinet on the way home from DC on the train. I’d been in a CPR class years before getting my babysitter’s training and wondering who’s face we were all using and suddenly the memory of asking the question rushed back to me. I don’t know what’s so beautiful about her face to be honest, but I’m pretty much determined to go to france and find her death mask, to see more of her face than just a 200x300 pixel image of it!](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lltio97SDU1qbfmcio1_250.jpg)
