Showing posts with label v/8. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 09, 2012

diving into the wave

i'd been thinking about my talk all week and had mulled around some ideas but still didn't have anything written down by yesterday evening. and instead of writing a talk, i went to the rec center instead.

and so when i sat down two hours before church this morning, i still wasn't able to focus much and was not really in the mood to write a talk. but i kind of had to. i couldn't even polish it during sacrament meeting like i sometimes do with my lesson because, well, that was when i would be speaking.

having taught sunday school for more or less five years straight and being up in front of people every other week (or every week last summer), i'm rarely asked to give talks. i think i've given three in that time. one i would like to forget, one was my "farewell" when i moved from utah, and i can't remember a third, i'm just guessing there's another one in there. so i really don't know how to prepare a talk. and so i showed up with several pages of notes, not sure if i would only get through a fraction of them or if i would breeze through it all in four of my ten suggested minutes.

sitting on the stand in my Christmas green bow tie, the relief society president texted me a good luck and i confessed to her that i was feeling very nervous and was having difficulty focusing on anything.

i was given the suggested to speak on "Christ in our lives," which was broad enough to allow me to speak on just about anything i wanted. and that sort of vague liberty can be a little paralyzing, not knowing which direction to go in. so, i did the best i could think of: i gave the talk that i wanted to hear.

i had numerous people come up to make and thank me for my talk afterward and throughout the day, which was encouraging.
the thing is, i mostly just quoted the charlie brown Christmas special and read a lot of psalms.
as jaime noted right before i left utah, "it's all about the psalms."

Thursday, November 01, 2012

busy weekend

we went to an art exhibit at the memorial student center, the ward halloween dance and supercult movie night at the viz lab. we had great success building a willy wonka costume at the thrift store, played mah-jong, watched a handful of good movies, went star-gazing, and baked chocolate chip cookies. we ate at the hullabaloo diner, kolache rolf's and layne's chicken (of course.) we stocked the drink fridge in the lab, did a photo shoot in the studio, rode rides at the carnival and toured the blue bell ice cream factory (the "gingerbread house" ice cream is AMAZING.)
not bad for a five day visit.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

portraits in studio a

i thought it would be fun to do a photo shoot while janelle was in town, so i reserved the studio and a few lights for this afternoon. it was fun to play around with different lighting styles and find what i liked best. i haven't had time to go through all of them yet, but here are a few that i've tweaked a little.







Monday, September 24, 2012

blackbird

there are 26 people in my ballroom dance class: 13 guys and 13 girls. it's very convenient that way. occasionally, someone will be gone and so one person will have to rotate out every now and then so that no one is without a partner for the entire time.

today, there we four girls missing, meaning that four guys had to sit out. when it was my turn to be out, i sat on the side and watched everyone else and saw two things.

the first was that everyone was messing up a little, stepping on feet, bumping into other couples, getting off rhythm, or simply forgetting what comes next. i'd never really noticed that. usually, i'm focused on what i'm doing--trying to remember what comes next in the sequence or else deciding what step to do next and how to lead into it--and really don't pay much attention to the other couples. so it was nice to see that i'm not the clumsiest guy out there. in fact, i think i'm one of the better ones (this is my third dance class and i am a dozen years older than most people in there.)

the second was that everyone was laughing (except for that one kid sitting next to me, who seems to have a perpetual sour look on his face.) everyone was messing up, but they were smiling and joking with each other and just plain having fun as they were working to figure it out.

everyone was in there because they wanted to learn to dance and have fun.
there's something really great about that.

Friday, August 24, 2012

scenes from a week in utah

it's later than the time stamp on this post and i meant to be in bed, but once i start messing with photographs, it's best to just let me finish.

here are a few of my favorite pictures from my trip to utah...









mark's happy that he's married.
we're all sad that we're not.
(brooke is totally lying...)


if we'd had mark's party at gina's,
this sign would've gotten its wish.


good times.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

park ridge

i've had some very good talks with some very good friends over the past few days, leaving me with more to think about than i unfortunately have time to write down and also leaving me quite tired.
but i took some time this evening to walk around the neighborhood and think for a bit.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

brown coats

i've always preferred movies to television shows, because i can watch a movie in two hours and be done with it.
"that's precisely why i prefer a good series," said kirk when we were waiting for our table at a steakhouse in dallas a few months ago. "i get to spend so much more time with the characters i love." and i had to admit, he had a point there.

being home all week, i decided there would be no better time to pull that box set of firefly: the complete series off my shelf and give it a whirl. my brother had shown the pilot a few years ago when i let him host movie night (actually, i thought he showed two episodes, but nothing else looked familiar) and i remember thinking it was pretty good. like most things in entertainment, i'm pretty resistant to people endorsing things to me, even if i fully trust them.

two days later, i am now one of those people who knows that the mid-season cancellation of firefly makes it one of the great cinematic losses, alongside the full-length version of greed or murnau's four devils. i'll never get to fully understand why river said "nothing in the 'verse can stop me," and i'll be forever wondering what shepherd's real history is, or if simon would ever get the courage to ask out kaylee.

i've actually got a few connections to the show. i worked on a movie that starred adam baldwin, who played jayne, and i spent a week of my coldest work ever with david boyd, who was the series cinematographer (and a very cheerful guy.) plus, a pre-hsm zac efron played simon in a flashback, and he and i have spent some time together as well.

but that's not why i liked it. i liked it for all the reasons people love joss whedon (you may have heard of his most recent movie called the avengers), namely the post-modern genre-defying characters. but also for making both an "adventures of han solo" sci-fi story and a western at the time time. for making me genuinely laugh and for knowing only to expect the unexpected: evil henchmen talking as tough as they can, only be to kicked into a jet engine; a wife being forced to choose either the captain with whom she's been through countless battles or her husband and choosing her husband before the question's even finished being asked; and pretty much for everything about jayne and kaylee.
i could have done with less inara, although perhaps not quite in the way you might think.

i saw serentiy years ago when it was in the theaters, long before my brother moved in with me and began extolling the virtues of great but ill-fated tv series. i hardly remember a thing about it, which is fine, as seeing it with an understanding of what it is will be like seeing it anew anyway. so, there's that coda to look forward to. but now i'm nervous to think about what other great series there are out there than i'm missing and how much more time i have to start committing. firefly was only two days. that's just enough time to start getting attached.

Friday, May 04, 2012

do or do not

may the fourth be with you.
alwayth.



obi-wan: your father... was seduced by the dark side of the force. he ceased to be anakin skywalker and "became" darth vader. when that happened, the good man who was your father was destroyed. so what i told you was true... from a certain point of view.

 luke: a certain point of view?

Monday, April 30, 2012

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that's what a picture looks like to a computer.

i've been doing a lot of work with the idea of codes and translation in the past two semesters; with the notions of interpreting and translating codes; and even looking at and appreciating the beauty of code that isn't translated.

it all started last fall in my digital image class, when we learned how to reveal the code for an image file and mess with that. and i carried that over into my work for my mfa class. at first, i just played around with messing up the image code, sticking in bits of english text and looking at how it changed the displayed picture.
then i took it a little further and started adding in text relevant to the image: the declaration of independence into a picture of thomas jefferson, d&c 110 into pictures of the kirtland temple, text messages into pictures of me and my friends.
eventually, i went all the way and removed the code for the image entirely, filling the file with purely english text, such as the first 26 chapters of genesis and looking at what sort of an image they produced.

i really had no idea what all of this "meant", it was just interesting to play with and see the results. and one of my friends noted something that really stuck with me. as he was working to finish his exhibit for last semester's show, he said that they're asking us to write about what our work means, but if we could describe it in any other way, we wouldn't be doing it.

that really shifted my view on some things and helped me realize that i don't need to know what it means in order for it to have meaning. to borrow the old quote from science, "if we knew what we were doing, it wouldn't be research."

if a path of art or exploration is interesting, there will be a reason why it's of interest, but that might not be apparent until after you've gone down it for a ways. as i started looking at what i was doing, i thought about how we communicate with computers every day. we take a picture of a sunset on our phone, the computer translates it into code that it can understand, it transmits that, then reassembles it once again into something that a friend can recognize as that same sunset. we live in a bilingual society and don't even think about it because the interpretation is invisible.
and so my work of messing with that code was exposing that communication between us and technology and then playing with it by removing the translation: what happens the computer has to work directly with english and what does it look like as a visual image?

hey, that's pretty cool.

a month or two ago in a visiting artist lecture, i had the idea for an analog version of an image code: what if i wrote it out myself. taking my own message and scrambling it onto a canvas without any logic so that, like the file of a digital photograph, it would be completely incomprehensible to anyone looking at it, but i would know what it said.

as all of this was percolating in my mind over the past few weeks, i realized something: i love code. i love the idea of being able to say things but say them safely, so that only those who know the key can understand them. often times, i'm the only one who fully understands the coded message, but it's still a way of expressing myself without complete exposure.

"we construct our identity in language, but this identity frequently assumes an alien form," i noted from an essay on the writings of roland barthes.

with my close friends, shorthand and code develops. words like "table saw" or "gnomed" instantly carry meaning, as do more abstract sayings like "na na na nanana  na way-o" or "fdklsajfdklsajfd;asjfk;d." and it's even gotten to the point that things like, #yeah, {<>}, and even a simple ( all have their own denotations and connotations.

and nowhere do i do that more fully than here on sheep go to heaven. so often, the titles and pictures carry just as much meaning as do the content of the posts, or else the posts will be allegories for other questions i'm pondering. and my cryptic post labels--12.2, fair, frenzy, 4505, etc.--all mean something to me.

as i've been wrapping up my work this semester, it's been fun to play with these ideas, and fascinating to understand why they're so interesting to me.

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Sunday, April 01, 2012

words of wisdom

18 months ago:
conference with my favorite
redhead girls...
(i still miss being in salt lake for conference...)

after years of taking diligent notes on anything that stood out to me during each speaker's talk at conference, i came to the realization that i never really went back to those notes, and that the points that stood out to me would just end up getting highlighted again when i'd study the talks in the next month's ensign anyway.

so i've started trying to write down the thoughts and ideas that come to me as i'm listening, as well as a couple of the biggest things that really stand out to me from the entire session. these aren't all of what i wrote down, but a few of the lessons i want to take with me are:

  • sacrifice brings for the blessings of heaven
  • all these things shall give us experience and be for our good
  • the way through our trials is to believe that there is healing balm ahead and that the Lord will not forsake us
  • a foundation of faith takes time to build
  • we receive no witness until after the trial of our faith
  • those trials seem to make clocks slow down
  • we are not in a race to see who is the most blessed
  • the formula of faith is to hold on and press forward
  • the thing God enjoys most about being God is being merciful
  • you can't be wrong by doing right
  • fear departs when faith endures
  • one of the great lessons that we can learn in life is to ask the Lord
  • a good sense of humor helps revelation
  • "don't judge me because i sin differently than you"
  • we have a deep natural yearning for endless association with our family
  • so many of the decisions we face each day are really very trivial
and while i've learned over the years to let the continual mentions of delinquent single men to roll off my back, i can't help but wonder: who are these guys that are shirking marriage and giving the rest of us a bad name?