(via fuckyeahlordoftherings) We’re the last generation of the old world—once lost and now found. We’re stretched out across the divide, our bodies forming Kafa-esque bridges between one age and the next.  It is our blessing/burden to be called to a place across the abyss of which only the poets have caught glimpses—a shimmering shore where dark, unknowable objects are pulled from the sea and made real. A place fertile with new reality in which spells go off in the corner of your eye and time moves in circles and loops while thoughts are fractals that simultaneously fall apart and come back together again. So much more and so much less than our world. We fought through the wilderness—we crossed mountains and mall parking lots and fought bad dreams born between synthetic sheets as we journeyed to the end of the world—finally taking to the deep blue sea that divided us from heaven, sailing through the storm and pressing our hands like Truman on the wall of the horizon. There is a door leading out but it is up to us to walk through it. We are the End of the Family line.We are Legend.We’re the ragtag group of survivors who make it to the end of the horror movie.  None of us are stars, however, so the audience knows we’re still dispensable and that our jubilation is perhaps a bit premature…This one goes out to all those who were spared so that they could tell the tale. http://www.realitysandwich.com/2012_solar_bomb Every ending is a beginning—just look back and see…

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We’re the last generation of the old world—once lost and now found. We’re stretched out across the divide, our bodies forming Kafa-esque bridges between one age and the next.  It is our blessing/burden to be called to a place across the abyss of which only the poets have caught glimpses—a shimmering shore where dark, unknowable objects are pulled from the sea and made real. A place fertile with new reality in which spells go off in the corner of your eye and time moves in circles and loops while thoughts are fractals that simultaneously fall apart and come back together again.

So much more and so much less than our world.

We fought through the wilderness—we crossed mountains and mall parking lots and fought bad dreams born between synthetic sheets as we journeyed to the end of the world—finally taking to the deep blue sea that divided us from heaven, sailing through the storm and pressing our hands like Truman on the wall of the horizon.

There is a door leading out but it is up to us to walk through it.

We are the End of the Family line.

We are Legend.

We’re the ragtag group of survivors who make it to the end of the horror movie.  None of us are stars, however, so the audience knows we’re still dispensable and that our jubilation is perhaps a bit premature…

This one goes out to all those who were spared so that they could tell the tale.

http://www.realitysandwich.com/2012_solar_bomb

Every ending is a beginning—just look back and see…

eatsleepdraw: Just some practice work in my sketchbook. I used ballpoint pen, charcoal (and white charcoal) and colored pencils :) Instant Mash is a way of being based on the understanding that everything is sacred—all is one, all is a part of the radiating flash and flow that is now.  Infinity becomes apparent in this new style.  Every image, every scrap of clothing, every TV snippet, every glance, taste, blush, bang, thought, smell, touch was something that could be used—reprovisioned, retweeted, and reblogged…tweaked, tagged, cut and pasted and turned into a sample of the DIVINE.

eatsleepdraw:

Just some practice work in my sketchbook. I used ballpoint pen, charcoal (and white charcoal) and colored pencils :)

Instant Mash is a way of being based on the understanding that everything is sacred—all is one, all is a part of the radiating flash and flow that is now.  Infinity becomes apparent in this new style.  Every image, every scrap of clothing, every TV snippet, every glance, taste, blush, bang, thought, smell, touch was something that could be used—reprovisioned, retweeted, and reblogged…tweaked, tagged, cut and pasted and turned into a sample of the DIVINE.

(via eatsleepdraw) Deleuze and Guattari’s utopian concept of becoming a Body Without Organs—either as an individual (in relation to his or her myriad personas) or as a populace—is becoming more and more of a possibility as social media rises in prominence, making all of the world and its people just a click away from one another.  The ability to connect without the intermediary of a government or a corporation is itself revolutionary—as it allows groups to form organically, as opposed to hierarchically. The many are talking to the many. The false divisions between being the head of an organism and being its feet are being eradicated, as each one of us realizes that we each have a role to play.  The lowly colon and fingernails are just as important as the celebrated biceps, or poetical eyes. It isn’t only a matter of needing one another to survive—it’s that we wouldn’t even exist in the first place if not as a network.

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Deleuze and Guattari’s utopian concept of becoming a Body Without Organs—either as an individual (in relation to his or her myriad personas) or as a populace—is becoming more and more of a possibility as social media rises in prominence, making all of the world and its people just a click away from one another.  The ability to connect without the intermediary of a government or a corporation is itself revolutionary—as it allows groups to form organically, as opposed to hierarchically. The many are talking to the many. The false divisions between being the head of an organism and being its feet are being eradicated, as each one of us realizes that we each have a role to play.  The lowly colon and fingernails are just as important as the celebrated biceps, or poetical eyes. It isn’t only a matter of needing one another to survive—it’s that we wouldn’t even exist in the first place if not as a network.

eatsleepdraw: “SPIT IT OUT” By: THEmeanMRmustard In the same way that scientists can’t accurately measure the hyper-lightning movements of quantum particles, it is impossible for marketers to put a fixed value on the tweets that make up the millions of rushing, constantly changing Twitter streams.  The movements of Tweets don’t follow a strict set of rules—and yet, like the particles, they aren’t completely chaotic either.  Their worth can be understood according to context and probability—visible not as points or bars on a graph but as waves of undetermined length reaching out in multiple directions.  When the send button is pressed, a tweet appears in many places at once (i.e. on individual feeds via various devices) and contains the possibility of being retweeted in many others.  A tweet can simultaneously create new connections and dissemble old ones—it can both inspire and disgust, cause followers to be gained or lost. Instead of prescribing rules for how to tweet, it makes more sense to communicate the impossibility of prescribing rules, and instead encourage users to open up to the free flow of the streams—as opposed to clamping down extra-hard with filters and search tools. The marketers and business people and so-called social media experts will point to this and that as the right and wrong way to Tweet—not realizing that the more exacting they try to be the more the TRUE essence of Twitter slips through their fingers—similar to another aspect of quantum physics called The Observer Effect—which refers to changes that the act of observation will make on the phenomenon being observed. As long as Twitter continues to be conceptualized as an online version of the existing physical world, many users will miss out on its power as a tool for revealing the invisible interdependent connections between us all. (Remember:  just because something is invisible or doesn’t exist doesn’t mean it isn’t real.) The particle-dance movements of tweets provide flashes of fractal multi-verses bursting forth like fireworks before fading just as fast.  The goal should not be to freeze-frame and dissect it—but to enjoy its fleeting nature for what it is in a shared awareness of the beauty of NOW.

eatsleepdraw:

“SPIT IT OUT”

By: THEmeanMRmustard

In the same way that scientists can’t accurately measure the hyper-lightning movements of quantum particles, it is impossible for marketers to put a fixed value on the tweets that make up the millions of rushing, constantly changing Twitter streams.  The movements of Tweets don’t follow a strict set of rules—and yet, like the particles, they aren’t completely chaotic either.  Their worth can be understood according to context and probability—visible not as points or bars on a graph but as waves of undetermined length reaching out in multiple directions.  When the send button is pressed, a tweet appears in many places at once (i.e. on individual feeds via various devices) and contains the possibility of being retweeted in many others.  A tweet can simultaneously create new connections and dissemble old ones—it can both inspire and disgust, cause followers to be gained or lost. Instead of prescribing rules for how to tweet, it makes more sense to communicate the impossibility of prescribing rules, and instead encourage users to open up to the free flow of the streams—as opposed to clamping down extra-hard with filters and search tools.

The marketers and business people and so-called social media experts will point to this and that as the right and wrong way to Tweet—not realizing that the more exacting they try to be the more the TRUE essence of Twitter slips through their fingers—similar to another aspect of quantum physics called The Observer Effect—which refers to changes that the act of observation will make on the phenomenon being observed.

As long as Twitter continues to be conceptualized as an online version of the existing physical world, many users will miss out on its power as a tool for revealing the invisible interdependent connections between us all. (Remember:  just because something is invisible or doesn’t exist doesn’t mean it isn’t real.) The particle-dance movements of tweets provide flashes of fractal multi-verses bursting forth like fireworks before fading just as fast.  The goal should not be to freeze-frame and dissect it—but to enjoy its fleeting nature for what it is in a shared awareness of the beauty of NOW.

eatsleepdraw: HEART BEARPOD SEEN IN VANCOUVER SKIES http://fubear.tumblr.com/http://www.fubearstudios.com/ If I disappeared tomorrow I’d leave behind the expansive, exhausting matrix of my internet wandering to the great search engine in the sky.  On secret sites and password protected forums my future followers will attempt to prove or disprove my multiple identities and trade info on where to find authentic, TRUE bits and pieces as they revel in the eternally fleeting nature of my insight—the genius gift of Secret Rockstar Knowledge bestowed upon me by @hena, Goddess of cool hunting, who smiled on me from up in the clouds as I smoked the wild green grass and body surfed between the lyrics and the beat.  She gave me the ability to drop critical pearls into the viral swineflu of the internets. Character limits in comment boxes and on Twitter were turned into creative catalysts—it was mind blowing to realize that the most complicated, impossible to explain things came across as succinct and well-put in140 characters or less.  It was like taking a Polaroid of an architectural masterpiece. Auras of ghost light and other magical ephermera that get filtered out as mistakes by supposedly state of the art equipment are captured in a spur of the moment SNAP. In the end, the art of living and the art of dying are all about the simple joy of pressing a button and pressing it NOW.

eatsleepdraw:

HEART BEARPOD SEEN IN VANCOUVER SKIES

http://fubear.tumblr.com/
http://www.fubearstudios.com/

If I disappeared tomorrow I’d leave behind the expansive, exhausting matrix of my internet wandering to the great search engine in the sky.  On secret sites and password protected forums my future followers will attempt to prove or disprove my multiple identities and trade info on where to find authentic, TRUE bits and pieces as they revel in the eternally fleeting nature of my insight—the genius gift of Secret Rockstar Knowledge bestowed upon me by @hena, Goddess of cool hunting, who smiled on me from up in the clouds as I smoked the wild green grass and body surfed between the lyrics and the beat.  She gave me the ability to drop critical pearls into the viral swineflu of the internets. Character limits in comment boxes and on Twitter were turned into creative catalysts—it was mind blowing to realize that the most complicated, impossible to explain things came across as succinct and well-put in140 characters or less.  It was like taking a Polaroid of an architectural masterpiece. Auras of ghost light and other magical ephermera that get filtered out as mistakes by supposedly state of the art equipment are captured in a spur of the moment SNAP.

In the end, the art of living and the art of dying are all about the simple joy of pressing a button and pressing it NOW.

eatsleepdraw: I call this: ALTER-EGO An artwork that was featured in our group exhibit last year. Recently, I had an idea that I keep coming back to—a Matrix-inspired notion that we, as humans are the flowering fruit and technology is the plant.  While we grow, blossom and die they upload and update—creating off-shoots via cut/copy.  We live connected to one another via their long green stalks, eventually shrivilling up and rotting on the ground while they live for hundreds of years like trees… I keep coming back to this idea because as nighmarish as its initial resonances might be, the act of contemplating it acts like a springboard into an innerworld of endless corridors, each lined with doors leading to new realities. (it’s up to me to pick one and push it open)

eatsleepdraw:

I call this: ALTER-EGO

An artwork that was featured in our group exhibit last year.

Recently, I had an idea that I keep coming back to—a Matrix-inspired notion that we, as humans are the flowering fruit and technology is the plant.  While we grow, blossom and die they upload and update—creating off-shoots via cut/copy.  We live connected to one another via their long green stalks, eventually shrivilling up and rotting on the ground while they live for hundreds of years like trees…

I keep coming back to this idea because as nighmarish as its initial resonances might be, the act of contemplating it acts like a springboard into an innerworld of endless corridors, each lined with doors leading to new realities.

(it’s up to me to pick one and push it open)

eatsleepdraw: Lovely Day - the second of my three drawings i made for my friends. If you get open and get aware it becomes apparent that everything spins in sync with everything else—you realize that even disasters unfold according to their own logic.  In a sometimes wishy-washy world of virtual workforces and TV news cycles, there is the THUD of certainty that something real and undeniable has happened.  The sudden, decisive leveling of a landslide or a bomb feels like the hand of history grabbing hold and shaking the place that you live.  However horrific it may be, the universe goes on as though it were nothing special.  No matter what happens there’s still the same calm sky shining down with a blank indifference.  I remember on 9/11 looking back from the Williamsburg bridge and seeing the grey smoke rocketing into the sky in great gushes and realizing that I was looking at a battle zone…it was all very dramatic but soon the immense crowd lurched forward and I moved with it—the bridge groaning and swaying under the weight of our feet.  When I looked back again the scene no longer seemed so menacing…the bright blue sky swallowed the smoke like the ocean swallows a drop of poison.  It was a lovely day—the sunshine and the crowds made me feel like I’d just exited a giant simulation ride at a theme park such as Universal Studios.  On the other side of the bridge the streets of Brooklyn were empty like unused back lots.  Everyone was gathered in front of TVs either at home or in bars. A few hours later the streets filled with people walking around like zombies—hungry for crowds to be alone in…groups formed without words and without leaders.  The only agenda was being together. I didn’t know it at the time but it was the dawning of a new age…

eatsleepdraw:

Lovely Day

- the second of my three drawings i made for my friends.

If you get open and get aware it becomes apparent that everything spins in sync with everything else—you realize that even disasters unfold according to their own logic.  In a sometimes wishy-washy world of virtual workforces and TV news cycles, there is the THUD of certainty that something real and undeniable has happened.  The sudden, decisive leveling of a landslide or a bomb feels like the hand of history grabbing hold and shaking the place that you live.  However horrific it may be, the universe goes on as though it were nothing special.  No matter what happens there’s still the same calm sky shining down with a blank indifference.  I remember on 9/11 looking back from the Williamsburg bridge and seeing the grey smoke rocketing into the sky in great gushes and realizing that I was looking at a battle zone…it was all very dramatic but soon the immense crowd lurched forward and I moved with it—the bridge groaning and swaying under the weight of our feet.  When I looked back again the scene no longer seemed so menacing…the bright blue sky swallowed the smoke like the ocean swallows a drop of poison.  It was a lovely day—the sunshine and the crowds made me feel like I’d just exited a giant simulation ride at a theme park such as Universal Studios.  On the other side of the bridge the streets of Brooklyn were empty like unused back lots.  Everyone was gathered in front of TVs either at home or in bars.

A few hours later the streets filled with people walking around like zombies—hungry for crowds to be alone in…groups formed without words and without leaders.  The only agenda was being together.

I didn’t know it at the time but it was the dawning of a new age…

eatsleepdraw: Random thought that came into my head. Sharpie and prismacolor marker in my moleskin. Cool. OK, internet friend (and real life stranger) from eatsleepdraw…here’s my random thought in return for yr drawing:  a note from an in-between moment, scribbled on the pages of the moleskin in my mind… We see therefore we are…which is to say we see ourselves watching ourselves watch the way we see…In turn, our awareness of this has changed the nature of what appears. Let me explain:  In recent times the loop has come back—the circuit of the gaze is complete. While post-modern discourse started out as solely the domain of philosophers, architects and lit critics it is now a mode of understanding that has infiltrated the everyday.  Everyone knows what post-modernism means, even if they don’t know what it’s called.  Post-modernism is mass produced and served up in pan global microwave meals—nukyularized in under a minute inside pop art inspired containers.  It’s a brand new t-shirt with a retro slogan design.  It’s jeans that you buy already ripped.  It’s the sample of a TV show in the middle of a hip-hop song in which a rapper from the Brooklyn projects raps about his tricked out English luxury car, or it’s a commercial about the making of a commercial that never actually shows the product it’s advertising. Our awareness that we live in an age of references and overlapping contexts has resulted in new culture products that celebrate the multiplicity of NOW—the show 24 uses split-screen and other production techniques to depict the many aspects and different points of view that made up every moment, while the mash-up straddles the boundary between a DJ cutting up a song and creating a new one altogether by mixing the vocals of one track with the beats of another—choosing ironic cross-cultural combinations for a WOW effect that depends upon a feeling of surprise—which gets harder and harder to create because the audience has come to expect the irony. As consumers we expect the meta-commercial and the lo-fi guerrilla “street” advertising outsourced by big corporations.  It used to be that a DJ would have one or two ironic mash-ups in his or her bag to unleash when the moment was exactly right.  I remember my mind getting blown at a Cold Cut show when they dropped Public Enemy lyrics over a pitched-up My Bloody Valentine track.  Nowadays no one is phased by even the strangest juxtapositions.

eatsleepdraw:

Random thought that came into my head.

Sharpie and prismacolor marker in my moleskin.

Cool. OK, internet friend (and real life stranger) from eatsleepdraw…here’s my random thought in return for yr drawing:  a note from an in-between moment, scribbled on the pages of the moleskin in my mind…

We see therefore we are…which is to say we see ourselves watching ourselves watch the way we see…In turn, our awareness of this has changed the nature of what appears.

Let me explain:  In recent times the loop has come back—the circuit of the gaze is complete. While post-modern discourse started out as solely the domain of philosophers, architects and lit critics it is now a mode of understanding that has infiltrated the everyday.  Everyone knows what post-modernism means, even if they don’t know what it’s called.  Post-modernism is mass produced and served up in pan global microwave meals—nukyularized in under a minute inside pop art inspired containers.  It’s a brand new t-shirt with a retro slogan design.  It’s jeans that you buy already ripped.  It’s the sample of a TV show in the middle of a hip-hop song in which a rapper from the Brooklyn projects raps about his tricked out English luxury car, or it’s a commercial about the making of a commercial that never actually shows the product it’s advertising.

Our awareness that we live in an age of references and overlapping contexts has resulted in new culture products that celebrate the multiplicity of NOW—the show 24 uses split-screen and other production techniques to depict the many aspects and different points of view that made up every moment, while the mash-up straddles the boundary between a DJ cutting up a song and creating a new one altogether by mixing the vocals of one track with the beats of another—choosing ironic cross-cultural combinations for a WOW effect that depends upon a feeling of surprise—which gets harder and harder to create because the audience has come to expect the irony. As consumers we expect the meta-commercial and the lo-fi guerrilla “street” advertising outsourced by big corporations.  It used to be that a DJ would have one or two ironic mash-ups in his or her bag to unleash when the moment was exactly right.  I remember my mind getting blown at a Cold Cut show when they dropped Public Enemy lyrics over a pitched-up My Bloody Valentine track.  Nowadays no one is phased by even the strangest juxtapositions.