Royal Enfield

So I saw this bike the other day. I had never seen anything like it and was surprised as I approached that the bike read: Royal Enfield. I talked with the owner about it for several minutes. He said they are a British company that set up factories in India and have been making the bikes the same way since the 40's. The technology is super old school and he said that they are really finicky. Either way I want one.

The Window Problem

So the other night I had an idea for a sci-fi horror comedy movie.

The movie begins with flies. I'm thinking it would start out documentary style, discussing the lifespan of flies, their habits and basic information, with narration. One of the major hangups with flies, if not the major hangup, is their inability to fly in a concise way. They, as we all know, wizz about erratically and bump into walls, lights, mirrors and mainly windows. It would be funniest to explain that flies are actually very cognitive beings, and that they don't fly about rapidly due to the true reason, lack of eyesight, and decreased senses, but that they actually think it to be the best way get around. The origins of this belief could be flashbacked to; some in depth ridiculous scenario would be the best. Maybe that the ancient master fly had an injury to his wing and couldn't fly straight, and ages ago, all of his subjects began imitating him in reverence, bumping into windows incessantly. It was then passed down generation to generation as the traditional fly flight style. You could then cut to a fly practicing or attempting to get the style down correctly. "Fly-dome" could actually be ruled by a totalitarian regime that forced all of its members to do this, or brainwashed them into doing so, or were forced to due to an ancient treaty with the humans, as a safeguard from keeping the flies at bay from taking over the world.

The plot would then follow a single gifted and talented fly that essentially figures out the "window problem." He realizes that bumping into windows doesn't work and begins flying normally.  He then begins to feel better, gaining better eyesight and growing larger. His friends are reluctant to follow along but the practice eventually catches on.

I havn't thought the rest of it out yet but essentially that's just the intro. Ensuing scifi mayhem then ensues with flies growing larger and killing humans starting a global fly vs. human conflict. It would have to be awesome though, unlike Starship troopers which kept coming to mind. The plot would be on a much smaller local scale, and would maybe involve espionage. The flies would be huge but talk in normal english.

I think I'm going to actually write the screenplay.

Isolate Yourself

Found this interesting "book nook" by Danish Architecture firm Dorte Mandrup Arkitekter. I often find myself enjoying Scandinavian stuff but this scenario seems a little contrived. 

It seems to stand out a little too starkly against the backdrop of the forest. Although this contrast creates an interesting juxtaposition, the structure almost sticks out, like a sore thumb.  I can imagine sitting inside, reading a book, and feeling uncomfortable. I would feel almost on display, like a manikin in a department store.

It feels more like a dollhouse or something you would play in as a child. On the other hand, I do enjoy the design, the material use and elevation compositions. I don't know what use I would have for something like this though. I think it seriously lacks in site specificity and overall design. To me this isn't really architecture, it's more like a tree-house or something less worthy of dissection.

William Kentridge

While I was still living in Dallas, I got a chance to visit the Modern Art Mseum of Fort Worth. If you are not familiar with this place, you must be. It is a classic Tadoa Ando display, a rare find in the United States. While in the Arts District of Fort Worth, it may be even more important to cross the street and visit the Kimball Art Museum, a Louis Kahn masterpiece. I had seen many pictures of the Kimball before visiting and the thing that caught my attention the most was the proportions Kahn uses. They are expertly executed and imbue the space with pre-existing knowledge. The art seemed to be happy to be there and respectful of such a vibrant interior.


Anyway, at the Modern Art Musuem of Forth Worth, a South African artist William Kentridge displayed an extensive exhibit of many of his experimental short films. Kentridge does stop motion animation with drawings. He works on the same sheet of paper and continues to add and subtract medium by drawing and erasing. This act gives his art a life span. The remnants of the erased pencil last on the page and continue to build layer upon layer of depth. Kentridge's art is completely unique and worth a view.

Toil Theory

To Adam he said, "Because you listened to your wife and ate from the tree about which I commanded you, 'You must not eat of it,' "Cursed is the ground because of you; through painful toil you will eat of it all the days of your life. Genesis 3:17

I became interested in this verse many years ago one Sunday morning as some pastor, somewhere was of course, blabbing about this fateful occurrence in Genesis. I began to wonder how this verse applied to modern life, as not all of us do manual labor to make a living. I always imagined Adam hunched over in a field digging ditches and sweating somewhere in Iraq, really hot, not too psyched about the prospect of another couple hundred years of doing the same.

There came a point, even very early on in history when not necessarily everyone had to work like this for their food. Solomon for instance pretty much didn't do anything hard in his life. He just chilled on some drank and got crunk with his homies and was real smart. I then began to ponder, how does this toil apply to someone like Solomon, or even myself.

A lot of people like to say, "everything happens for a reason." In the past I had never really agreed with this statement. There are plenty of things that happen in ones daily life that apparently have no purpose, and this is where I believe this toil comes into play. It can strike anyone anytime.

I began to define this toil as: anything that happens that is generally annoying and frustrating, yet has no real deeper consequence. Examples of this include: tripping, locking your keys in your car, the cable going out, mosquitos, no air conditioning, clothing stains etc.

So if we go back to everything happens for a reason, this must explain why these instances occur. Because it is toil, and we must endure.

Steve Nashtown

It's cold outside.

Villa Mairea

I recently took a chance to revisit one of my favorite buildings of all time. Finnish architect Alvar Aalto's masterpiece, the Villa Mairea, exemplifies architectural execution down to the minutest detail. Phaidon released a book just on this building, and if you can get ahold of it, it shows all of the wonderful thought and nuance. Here are a few images to see what I mean.


The curvilinear entry way invites you into the house from the forest incorporating an organic sensibilty to the begininning of the promenade.



The backyard has this pool along with rusticated sauna made from old wood. Several rooftop balconies look over the courtyard.


The fireplace along with the sauna are centerpieces in every Finnish home. The central location of the fireplace distinguishes it as object upon which the rest of the house rotates around.


Detail of the fireplace. Aalto's sculptural representation of a windblown snow bank.

Wesley Burt

I found this guy by chance the other day and it blew me away. Big fan of pencil drawing. Check it out at here

Things that cost about $5

Cigarettes
Wendy's
Parking
Foot longs
Airport crumbs
Red Baron
Sixers
Used Denim
2 gallons of gas
Spicy Tuna roll
Covers
Valet Tip
late fees
Film
Matinees

Months at a time

So here's my theory on why moths fly towards light: Moths have very short life spans. The luna moth, which I saw in person for the first time a few weeks ago, only lives for a few days. The adult does not eat in this time because it is not equipped with a mouth. The adults try to find each other for some midnight lovin before they die hours later. I can imagine that these few hours are very confusing for moths. They don't really know what they are doing. When it starts to get dark, the moths can't see anymore. They can however see the glimmer of the porch light. If I just emerged for the first time from the primordial sack, and saw a light off in the distance, I would totally crawl toward it. I love how when the moths find the light, they just chill next to it. They must be so pumped that they found light so they can see. This is why I think moths are the best animals, but not the coolest because they are kind of ugly and dirty looking.

Burn them with a lit cigar

I do recall making a solemn oath to post a blog daily for a month and am now coming to terms with the fact I in no way did such. I'm just gonna have to keep rolling, despite my obvious shortcomings as a writer, and a devotee to authorship.

I spent yesterday outside with friends cooking food and admiring the climate. It was a great day of relaxation and a certain remebrance of "how to chill." I think it's good to actually practice chilling in a very real way. Chilling is great and should be seen as something to acheive rather than fall back into. So chill hard amigos.

Animals making noise in the woods.
Don't worry its just a russian dinosaur.
Sending reinforcements, us extra caution.
That was really stupid of me, wow that was stupid.

Missed One

I have failed in posting a blog yesterday. I failed. I did not do it. As recompense I am going to post two "Blogs" today.

I'd like to begin with cats vs. dogs. I actually want to make some sort of documentary that matches these two species up, and analyzes them based on different criteria and then rates them on some strange scale. If a tie happens, it becomes a deathmatch. Because dogs are more aggressive and larger.....oooo wait a minute. We could do chihuahuas versus cats. Deathmatch. In the house. Different camera angles. I'm thinkin something really gritty, David Fincheresque maybe.

On another note, there are too many cat haters out there. I find this hatred to be severly unfounded. I am therefore starting a dog hatred sub culture. Everytime I hear about someone going out and needlessly killing cats, I shall do the same. If people are okay with killing cats, I'm okay with killing dogs. Thats it. I might actually do this.

Resumption a Great Success

Upon the re-arrival to this web address, I find myself bolstered and "at large." This may be in part due to the wonderful night of sleep I received last night after turning on the window a/c unit and cuddling over a fresh set of sheets. As I drifted away I thought of myself smelling the air in a crowded Holiday Inn Express somewhere, maybe somewhere in the Midwest.

And as I entered this restful state,
my mind grew lazy from rain.
And it swung from the backyard tree
enforcing not once the right thing.

(This post is the first in Nate's New explosive series called "EXPERIMENTAL BLOGGIN!")

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May the Blogging Resume

I decided to start "blogging" again. Blogging seems to just be getting cooler and cooler as time goes on so I am now determined to blog everyday for one month. The posts shall vary in length and content but I can assure you that they will be a great read for the whole family.

With that said, we are going to start with strange tales from the life of a pizza delivery boy or just pizzaboy. The current economic downturn (I guess that's what they're calling it now) has made it especially difficult for a recent college graduate to "get paid" as it were, so I resorted to slangin' pies if you will, so I could pay for food, which in turn keeps me alive.

I was minding my own business, dropping off a single medium pizza to apartments on Oakland and Sycamore, when I got heckled. I didn't realize this was possible until I delivered pizzas. People definitely heckle sometimes. This woman yelled at me, "I know that ain't no pizza up in that box?" I responded, "actually it is." She then yelled back, " Whoever ordered that pizza needs to get their ass kicked. That ain't no pizza, that looks like a snack."

I ignored this strange person and delivered my pizza. I got back in the car and thought, "She's kinda right I guess."