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Giant Pineapples On the Road

20 March, 2011 Sunday // Art, Life, Resources, Icons, Photography

iconChaac, the Mayan god of rain, has split the dam of the heavens over Los Angeles. It has been pouring on and off all day, since very early in the morning to now, evening. I love the rain, the sound and feeling of the earth washing clean are beautiful to me. But my heart also sickens to think of all the pollution that is swept into the ocean, the wastes of our urban civilization. This year has been unnatural in the amount of rain we have been receiving, but it is all for the best, since California has a water problem. How often does it rain where you live?
I cannot believe it is already the end of March. I think it has something to do with how busy I was this past week, but each day really did fly by. I know I write a lot about time and various sentiments I experience at specific moments, but it is what I like to write about the most—the quiet introspection. It calms me down and serves as a bookmark on a single page of my life. And when I say it here, it is helpful for me to see the post in the future and compare myself then.
To be honest, I am at a slight loss as to what I should discuss in these posts. I have never fancied calling this section of my website a “blog,” as much as “updates” (but I get shat upon by others if I say that :P ). I find many of the topics I could possibly talk about have already been blog fodder for others, not to mention topics I myself have commented on those very posts. I find no reason to repeat myself and when I do think of something (usually away from the computer, so I am not at liberty to immediately open up a page and start typing), by the time I get home, I change my mind because I dislike putting up half-formed thoughts that lead to a darkness I have yet to make out. Perhaps I shall come up with a list of things that interest me and see what I have to say about it, and what you may, too. ^^ Hmm…the environment, music,—ah! Right, for once, something I thought of earlier that is still valid.
I was taking a quiz on Blogthings, when I was given this question: Which would you rather live without—laughter or music? I mulled and mulled over that question and ultimately, it was the deciding factor in not completing that quiz and moving on to another. I would very much like to hear your answer or rambling thoughts. I still have not decided, because I think both objects are so delicately precious. One thing I thought of is, a deaf person cannot hear either, but they can see laughter and watch instruments playing. A mute person cannot laugh or sing but he or she can hear others’ laughter and music. A blind person can hear both but do not see the scene associated with them. I love laughing and I am a very humorous person, in the sense that I consider myself funny (not always, but I’ve got some funny bones under my skin) and I appreciate the humor of others. I am also a musician, bred since I was very young to enjoy, to play, and to sing music. I cannot imagine my life without music, but I also cannot imagine my life without the moments which made me cry tears of mirth and feel like my sides were going to split any second from laughing so hard. Of course, I would hope I never have to come to a point where I seriously have to make a decision between the two, but it is an interesting notion to entertain. Even the most bleak stories have a shred of one or the other and even the most tragic lives witness the presence of one or the other.
Regarding the title of this post, I was driving on the freeway last weekend and looked out the window and saw one of the many palm trees that dot the LA landscape. It was of the fat variety which look just like enormous pineapples. I now leave you with my latest art and new resources. :)



Shakin’ It Up

12 April, 2010 Monday // Art, Life, Photography

iconOMG. Spring break is over. School is back in session. My peers and I are now in constant panic mode for the next month. Mental alarm bells go off too often to ever settle down in calm. On the other hand, here are some things I have observed whilst driving along congested LA freeways (the 110 North for those who know). I noted odd things, tells you a lot about what you can catch—or miss—when you don’t live with your eyes open wide at the world.

  • I saw a man eating pizza, ravenously at that…how he kept his eyes on the road and hands on the wheel escapes me
  • I saw a man picking his nose, deeply at that…how he thought no one was watching him obviously turned out false
  • I saw a man who looked like he just got beat up, badly at that…how he can drive with black eyes (plural) and looking like he was in pain escapes me, too
  • I saw a man driving a yellow cab, smoking with his hand hanging out the window, with a pinkie nail that was Wolverine status in length (yechh)…creepy to the max, it didn’t help that he looked like a thoroughly unpleasant character

The shoe salespeople at Macy’s work like snails with Alzheimer’s and the woman who worked at See’s Candy wouldn’t have looked out of place in Willy Wonka’s factory. I love my box of soft centers…they are delicious.
My parents and I went to see the Renoir exhibit at LACMA (Los Angeles County Museum of Art) last Monday and it was beautiful, as was to be expected. It was of his later works, centered around portraiture and his bathing nudes. I’m not much of a nudes savant, I love scenery (although landscape after landscape does get boring after a while), for example, I love the works of Monet. Renoir was a very talented old man, lucky, too. My mom brought up the fact of how Renoir lived a fairly pleasant and comfortable life as one of those rare successful artists in his own lifetime, whereas Van Gogh starved half of the time and painted pathos-ridden still lifes of sunflowers and his few meager potatoes. He became famous after his premature death (37 years old). I have to say, Renoir was good at drawing women the way they are, unlike the surreal artistic style of Picasso (I swear, sometimes his women look like hybrids of cows, pigs, and birds). Oh, for those pizza lovers out there, the King of New York pizzeria on Western has an absolutely delicious vegetarian pizza, oh my heavens, it is heavenly.
My choir concert went very well, I had so much fun. It was a lot of work and rehearsals, but there’s nothing like being on that stage, singing your heart out with people you love, and finishing off to ravishing applause for three bows. This concert was for fundraising, so it wasn’t the usual “choir” heavyweight repertoire—our show was very theatrical in order to attract a wider audience and so we could pull it off and have fun. Bel Canto (the top/oldest group I’m in) had three costume changes…at least there’s only thirteen of us, otherwise chaos in the dressing room.
Now I know I really need to get going on a new version, I’m getting tired of this now although I can never forget my roots, but I also need time to plan and design and right now I don’t have that! :( For Naeolia, as my main site, I always make a huge version change because my baby deserves it. I’m not one of those people who churn out layouts (though Lucy you are amazing and can do it fabulously) like new iPods—it’s always a fairly long process for me. I guess it’s just the way I work so bear with me. :) Wow, I think I’ve rambled long enough to put you all to a long and fitful sleep, so I’ll wrap it up with some new photography and retouches: Lady Gaga and Vera Farmiga. And by the way, for those interested, there is a new round at Erised, plug below.


Do you like going to museums? What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen while on the road?