Wall 27: Escaping Gridlock

Wall 26: Elphaba

 

I'm sure she's quite the looker in real life.

and I’ll find out when Meg and I attend Wicked tonight.  

Anyone willing to vouch for me as a reference on a job application?  No doubt you are all credible sources of information.  Please, mention my gorilla tactics and entourage, superior ability to delegate unimportant things above importanter things, and my disdain for members of the community that listen to everything they hear.

“When there is nothing left to burn you must set yourself on fire.”"

EDIT: actually, that last bit might do you some good.

Wall 25: Instability

People are more bored on Wednesday than today and Tuesday.  Head down, power through, people!  Or…. power through people!  A little confidance can throw everything off balance.  Change is a good thing, if you make others react to you.

Wall 24: Revenge

Today a girl was stalking people in the parking lot, trying to get a close space.  The difference was perhaps 50 yards, but still her Saab idled along, following students to their cars through the rain. 

I kept walking, hood shielding the cold and wetness.  I got some exercise.  As I pulled away from the further lot, she parked next to me.

Wall 23: Recursion

 

This took just over two hours.

When I am stuck in a loop, I have to cut the cord before it loops too tightly around me.  Education feels much this way.  I laugh when I see students copying things word for word, especially the teachers’ mistakes.   Sometimes it’s more like a cookie; I eat it.  It is something familiar, comforting.  Almost a vice.  We have seven different kinds of cookie in our apartment.

1. Spring Oreos
2. Striped Dainties 
3. Chocolate Covered Pretzels
4. Chips A’hoy!
5. Keebler M&M
6. Thin Mint-ish
7. Almonettes

Isn’t that enough?  I have more than seven different colored T-Shirts.  Even more than seven different colored briefs.  (Thank you American Apparel and Meg).    I always become hungry before I choke.  Fortunately, I also know the Heimlich

Wall 22: Sandcastle

a comment by “once again” from  the blog http://sob.apotheon.org, post entitled ”Did OOP do this to us?”

This post shows a quite typical pattern in internet blogging.. A person P had an opinion O about an issue I, not because he himself came up with O, but because it was something that was planted to him by school, peers or etc (i.e. taught). Now later on, P starts doing some thinking of his own about I, goes heureka and understands something more about I. Because he never had a reason to doubt O, it comes as a shock to P that suddenly O seems to have some flaws. Now, being a good internet blogger, P goes and writes an article A about it on the web. Giving a finalizing touch, some other reader that had accepted O without doing any thinking reads A, goes “wow!”, and finds the need to tell the whole world about it on a big community site, like Reddit. The result – hundreds of people going “Right, Sherlock, good thing you have a brain.” on the article.

So true.  Have you done this?  Have I?

Wall 21: Dissipation

 

Today will mark a change from the norm of a wallpaper followed by commentary.  I want to show you something quick.  For a couple earlier walls, I played around with render quality, finally settling on an arbitrary level that was decent looking and took less than ten minutes.  I was satisfied.  For today’s wall, I increased my usual quality ten-fold.  

When I’m working with Apophysis, things look like this:

Dissipation as I see it.

 

…and this is Dissipation rendered with 400 times the quality:

Interestingly, it's only 0.01 MB larger.

Since the time disparity between final rendering is in the neighborhood of forty minutes, I believe a happy medium is required.  What do you guys think?

Wall 20: Infinite

Infinite, shades, or a bra?

Funny how people are bound by the plans they make.  I suppose it has to be this way for people to function “appropriately” in our society.  Outside, it’s snowing hard enough to reconsider travel, and yet two families are moving out of their units at my apartment complex.  

It has occurred to me that someday the people I steal bandwidth from could move.  It would suck to scramble for a hotspot or school to post this daily.  

I got some critical comments from a friend about the style of some of these walls.  Anything, big or small, administrative or creative, I want you to think about it.  I want more comments people, I am open to advice and discouragement.  I will put both to good use.

And now I’m off to fulfill one of my plans, vanilla ice cream and mail sent out.  I could have done both today already if I had remembered to grab them on my way out the door at 2:45 AM.  

“Such is life,” a friend of mine use to say.  Interestingly, he also liked to say, “Pray for death, it’s all we can do.”

Wall 19: Dominique

to trace a shape, cellophane and I, skirting a line, virtue and copy.  art as lesson.

color and life arc away defined in elegy.  phoenix funeral.  art as escape.

a part, a whole, sculpted sovereign, motion never undone by story.  art as woman.

broken, broken tools and tradition.  Helen, Stella, and Dominique built art as Megan

Wall 18: Filing

When you lie to someone, you do not deceive them.  You deceive yourself.  Even though you have staved off criticism, or belayed discovery of a fault, you are worse off than before.  You  are now a slave to that person, forever having to maintain that lie.  You chip away integrity, bit by bit, until you trip on the fragments as they tumble together about you.  You inhale the fine dust of your craftmasship, and you fight to stifle an embarrassed cough.  Lie to me, and I may not find out.  Keep lying to me, I may never find out.  But I will not lie to you.

Small wounds are a nuisance.  Many times, they can fall away with time.  Others, however, are more caustic, and can betray your comfort with every movement, every glance.  Metal filings can make you blind.  

Don’t be a marionette to your own shame.