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Monday, October 31, 2011
The Tell-Tale Heart
The Tell-Tale Heart, the 1843 short story by Edgar Allan Poe, plot focuses on a murderer whose increasing guilt leads him to believe he can hear his victim's heart still beating beneath the floorboards where he buried him. Seen through the eyes of the nameless narrator, the surrealistic images in the film help convey his descent into madness.
This 1953 American
animated short film directed by Ted Parmelee and narrated by James Mason. The
screenplay by Bill Scott and Fred Grable.
Paul Julian served as both designer and color artist for film, and Pat Matthews was the principal animator.
Paul Julian served as both designer and color artist for film, and Pat Matthews was the principal animator.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Crayola Crayons Visualized
Introduced in 1903, Crayola started with only 30 colors. Today this list of Crayola Crayon Colors now includes 133 colors.
On the children's television show Mister Rogers, the process of making crayons was shown. Produced in 1979 as part of PBS's "How People Make Things" it is surprisingly engaging!
Data Pointed blog by artist and scientist Stephen Von Worley, visualized the history of colors Crayola crayons in an interactive format, Crayola Color Chart, 1903-2010. Beautiful and interesting!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Brilliant!
Mercedes-Benz advertisement, February 2011:
Copy and Tagline:
Left brain
I am the left brain.
I am a scientist. A mathematician.
I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear.
Analytical. Strategic. I am practical.
Always in control. A master of words and language.
Realistic. I calculate equations and play with numbers.
I am order. I am logic.
I know exactly who I am.
Right brain
I am the right brain.
I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion.
Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter.
I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet.
I am movement. Vivid colors.
I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas.
I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel.
I am everything I wanted to be.
Mercedes-Benz
The best or nothing.
I am the left brain.
I am a scientist. A mathematician.
I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear.
Analytical. Strategic. I am practical.
Always in control. A master of words and language.
Realistic. I calculate equations and play with numbers.
I am order. I am logic.
I know exactly who I am.
Right brain
I am the right brain.
I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion.
Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter.
I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet.
I am movement. Vivid colors.
I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas.
I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel.
I am everything I wanted to be.
Mercedes-Benz
The best or nothing.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Counting
This quote from Albert Einstein is one of my favorites. I crafted the type composition in about 2005.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Science and art
If you have a chance read a book titled "Stroke of Insight" by Jill Bolte-Taylor. She was a Ph.D. neuroscientist who had a stroke in her 30s. She writes eloquently on the topic of what it feels like to have a stroke, combining science with real, honest to God insight. She gave a TED talk in 2008. It was through her book that she helped me the most. Her stroke was not the same as mine. And, she was also able to call for help sooner. But, she is able to talk about the science of what happened to her into human terms.
This is a gross generalization:
I have found "scientists" who are fully engaged in the process of discovery often lack the words to speculate on the abstract. It's not that they don't think about it. Since they've been told they were good at math, or particular brand of science, they gravitate toward becoming experts in that field. It takes stepping back from that expertise to see how life is more complicated than that. Artistic, philosophical or spiritual questions just clog up the plumbing.
When science and art combine...Voila! Leonardo da Vinci!
This is a gross generalization:
I have found "scientists" who are fully engaged in the process of discovery often lack the words to speculate on the abstract. It's not that they don't think about it. Since they've been told they were good at math, or particular brand of science, they gravitate toward becoming experts in that field. It takes stepping back from that expertise to see how life is more complicated than that. Artistic, philosophical or spiritual questions just clog up the plumbing.
When science and art combine...Voila! Leonardo da Vinci!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
When Bad Things Happen
I have been struggling lately. Then I see the devastation in Japan. 9.0 earthquake. Then tsunami. Then nuclear meltdown. The bombing in Libya. Unrest Bahrain, Yemen. Endless war in Iraq and Afghanistan. Then then politics in this country taking a turn toward the scary. Suzy Orman pronounces the end of "American dream" and doomsday prophets of all kinds preparing for the "End Times." I don't even know what that entails but it doesn't sound good. Oil prices are bad. Corporate profits are good. Regular people are losing jobs, healthcare, food, houses, and finally hope. Am I missing anything?
Me. I'm struggling with all those things. I'm a regular person, at least I was at one time. That is before I went through hell. I had brain aneurysm, lost everything - career, house, car, dogs, friends. Made a miraculous recovery. Really. But, not without limitations -- partial paralysis and difficulty talking. I was shuffled around to rehabilitation centers three states, lived in two additional. But, I was recovering. I could see improvements. I was optimistic. I was learning to live with my limitations. I had adopted a cat, who's name I can no longer spell but she was cool.
Then my brother, who was my power of attorney, murdered his wife and killed himself. I discovered that he stole my life-savings, and retirement and most of my belongings. I live with my parents. I am 53 years old. Recently, my mother has been sick and has been hospitalized. My living brother has been struggling. My days are spent working with lawyers, doctors, and worrying about everything. I can't sleep. But, I am drug and alcohol free. Some days I am depressed beyond words but so far recognize it for what it is and just keep trudging. I have PTSD. Knowing it does little good.
Thinking about others does. So, I change the topic. It works. Slightly.
I thought writing would help. It does.
But, READING it back definitely doesn't.
I wrote honestly for all for awhile.
I called it "peeling an onion" because that's how it felt.
It was cathartic.
But, it was also frightening.
I was not ready to read my posts after I'd written them.
I had to stop peeling. Put my onion away for now.
And so I have deleted most of my blog posts.
I saved everything. But, can't read them right now.
I will keep writing.
But I am changing the topic.
Wish me luck.
Me. I'm struggling with all those things. I'm a regular person, at least I was at one time. That is before I went through hell. I had brain aneurysm, lost everything - career, house, car, dogs, friends. Made a miraculous recovery. Really. But, not without limitations -- partial paralysis and difficulty talking. I was shuffled around to rehabilitation centers three states, lived in two additional. But, I was recovering. I could see improvements. I was optimistic. I was learning to live with my limitations. I had adopted a cat, who's name I can no longer spell but she was cool.
Then my brother, who was my power of attorney, murdered his wife and killed himself. I discovered that he stole my life-savings, and retirement and most of my belongings. I live with my parents. I am 53 years old. Recently, my mother has been sick and has been hospitalized. My living brother has been struggling. My days are spent working with lawyers, doctors, and worrying about everything. I can't sleep. But, I am drug and alcohol free. Some days I am depressed beyond words but so far recognize it for what it is and just keep trudging. I have PTSD. Knowing it does little good.
Thinking about others does. So, I change the topic. It works. Slightly.
I thought writing would help. It does.
But, READING it back definitely doesn't.
I wrote honestly for all for awhile.
I called it "peeling an onion" because that's how it felt.
It was cathartic.
But, it was also frightening.
I was not ready to read my posts after I'd written them.
I had to stop peeling. Put my onion away for now.
And so I have deleted most of my blog posts.
I saved everything. But, can't read them right now.
I will keep writing.
But I am changing the topic.
Wish me luck.
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