Veritas.

ro-w: eero saarinen, john deere and company, moline, illinois,...

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:55:19 -0400

eero saarinen, john deere and company, moline, illinois, 1963.

cjwho: Maritxell Sanctuary / Ricardo Bofill On the evening of a...

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:33:21 -0400

Maritxell Sanctuary / Ricardo Bofill

On the evening of a popular holiday in 1972 the ancient Romanesque Sanctuary caught fire and was destroyed. The building complex were left in blackened ruins, survived only by the original apse and vaulting over the altar and laterday belltower.

prettypeachpeonies: It is impossible to have too many pictures...

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:31:08 -0400

prettypeachpeonies:

It is impossible to have too many pictures of the Hassan II Mosque in Casablanca.

remash: brutalist v ~ nick rochowski photography

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:29:31 -0400

remash:

brutalist v ~ nick rochowski photography

enochliew: Operable Boundary Townhouse by Dean/Wolf...

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:29:11 -0400

enochliew:

Operable Boundary Townhouse by Dean/Wolf Architects

The relationship between the garden and the house fluctuates with the use of full height windows and flushed floor levels.

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Thu, 16 May 2013 22:41:06 -0400

Japanese house interior, early afternoon, shades drawn.

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:40:16 -0400

Japanese house interior, early afternoon, shades drawn.

luzfosca: Chris J Symes Shadows, 1935

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:33:19 -0400

luzfosca:

Chris J Symes

Shadows, 1935

Truth Resists Simplicity

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:20:04 -0400

Truth Resists Simplicity

"Unlike humans who might treasure their uniqueness, digital media’s most defining quality is..."

Mon, 13 May 2013 19:10:54 -0400

“Unlike humans who might treasure their uniqueness, digital media’s most defining quality is its ability to be copied exactly. Digital files, even digital processes, can be multiplied and exist in several instances at once. This is something new.”

- Douglas Rushkoff, ‘Present Shock’

‘The Spiritual Form of Nelson Guiding Leviathan’,...

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:51:06 -0400

‘The Spiritual Form of Nelson Guiding Leviathan’, William Blake, c. 1805-9.

"I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. 13 Who can..."

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:45:55 -0400

““I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs,
its strength and its graceful form.
13 Who can strip off its outer coat?
Who can penetrate its double coat of armor[b]?
14 Who dares open the doors of its mouth,
ringed about with fearsome teeth?
15 Its back has[c] rows of shields
tightly sealed together;
16 each is so close to the next
that no air can pass between.
17 They are joined fast to one another;
they cling together and cannot be parted.
18 Its snorting throws out flashes of light;
its eyes are like the rays of dawn.
19 Flames stream from its mouth;
sparks of fire shoot out.
20 Smoke pours from its nostrils
as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.
21 Its breath sets coals ablaze,
and flames dart from its mouth.
22 Strength resides in its neck;
dismay goes before it.
23 The folds of its flesh are tightly joined;
they are firm and immovable.
24 Its chest is hard as rock,
hard as a lower millstone.
25 When it rises up, the mighty are terrified;
they retreat before its thrashing.
26 The sword that reaches it has no effect,
nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin.
27 Iron it treats like straw
and bronze like rotten wood.
28 Arrows do not make it flee;
slingstones are like chaff to it.
29 A club seems to it but a piece of straw;
it laughs at the rattling of the lance.
30 Its undersides are jagged potsherds,
leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
31 It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron
and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 It leaves a glistening wake behind it;
one would think the deep had white hair.
33 Nothing on earth is its equal—
a creature without fear.
34 It looks down on all that are haughty;
it is king over all that are proud.””

- Job 41, Bible, New International Verison.

“Destruction of Leviathan”, Gustave Dore, 1865.

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:41:22 -0400

“Destruction of Leviathan”, Gustave Dore, 1865.

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Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:30:24 -0400

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Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:12:50 -0400

Half-Conscious Thoughts

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:11:57 -0400

In a recent semi awake / semi sleep state, where dreams come as quick as they go, I had a strange vision. It was one of ancient time: a pterodactyl flying with its back to me in a dimly lit room with a low ceiling, the gray creature’s muscular frame barely able to hover but one foot above the ground. It could not move in any direction as the room was just large enough to contain it and no more. I couldn’t tell if it was struggling to stay afloat, as the vision ended before it could even flap its wings twice. If the back wall were missing it might have flown back into prehistory. The strange beast appeared almost as an apparition to me, a fleeting image from the deep past whose form materialized from learned information, not first-hand experience.

I don’t know what this means.

It does call to mind Walter Benjamin’s image of the angel flying forward through time with its back to the present, constantly observing the past.

What is the best way to connect with the past? Is it through stories (oral or written) that most accurately depict the past, or through fragments of half dreams hastily written down? Is the image I just described something remembered, or does it require some new word? I can’t recall the last time I even saw a picture of a pterodactyl. Yet there it was for those few seconds, an image in my mind appearing from no point of reference or external stimuli. What made my brain produce this sight? Some leftover fragment of an uncovered memory as my neurons were rapidly firing? Some bits of junk data recycled? Yet this was a completely new formation, an image which I had never seen before but has obviously piqued my interest enough to cause me to write about it.

I’ve been considering writing a few pieces on how your memory affects the architecture of your dreams/waking half-dreams/daydreams/consciousness/ purposeful thoughts. How does the infinite space you create when you close your eyes, which merely consisting of the back of your eyelids, affect what you view and how you are able to maneuver within what you are viewing (this portion obviously being about purposeful thoughts- intentionally remembering something).

When you close your eyes, you’re looking at a homologous mixture of shades of reds and blacks that are each very close in hue to one other. They almost seem to vibrate in and out of each other, constantly reassembling based on the position of your eyes, the afterglow of what you last viewed, etc. They affect the way you perceive your memories. I’m trying to formulate an argument wherein I believe this condition dictates that places which you believe to be so firmly cemented in your mind as clear thoughts and easily recalled memories are reduced to blurred apparitions of what you once knew and become playgrounds of the imagination, arenas to explore and create alternative past storylines which act similar to directionless video games I played when I was younger such as Grand Theft Auto and Super Mario 64.

Dum Spiro Spero

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:05:43 -0400

Everyday is a new chance to be a better person. So be happy in the present, mindful of the past, and hopeful for the future.

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Mon, 29 Apr 2013 23:53:03 -0400

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Mon, 29 Apr 2013 23:51:55 -0400

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Mon, 29 Apr 2013 23:51:01 -0400