I spent my evening with an odd combination of soul music and Skyward Sword. I went to sleep not any later than usual, at around 1am, and rolled around bed in the sweltering heat of Chicago summers. My apartment doesn’t have any airconditioning, so we set up some electric fans around the house. This, of course, doesn’t help any if the air they’re circulating is hotair.
The night went on and I ended up dreaming about myself, an animated self, going to my summer class which starts today: Creative Process As Art Therapy. In this dream, my class turned out to be some big game-show type of thing with an audience, buzzers, a Hispanic host (my teacher), and these incredible light displays that circled the room.
Word, yo.
Then I woke up at around 5:30am and it was really nice and cool outside. Windows are all open, sun is ablaze, but the air is cold. Good god, I’m so excited to go out to class now, actually. IT’S SO NICE OUT AHHHH.
OOPS
Since everyone seemed to really like my previous post on Vermeer’s Girl with the Pearl Earrings in Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, here is another Easter Egg I found.
Left: Close-up Screen cap from Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (1991)
Right: Frans Hals, The Laughing Cavalier, 1624
I’m thinking the Beast had a thing for Dutch paintings..?Brilliant.
Artists:
We take delight in spotting famous works of art, and being able to name the artist, era, and title of the work.
Or we’re just assholes.
(via suicideblonde)
I just fell down the stairs while holding the breakfast that Rachel bought me.
To my strange but great fortune, the food is safe. I have a bruise. I am in class.
Last thought of the night:
My mom phrased it perfectly when she said that both she and I would rather spend money on experiences than material things. Memories are more eternal in a sense, anyway. More precious, and mean more.
I suddenly remembered that back when I was in elementary school, I was convinced that I wanted to be a hippie when I grew up.
I just spent part of my afternoon watching this documentary, and I think that I’ve finally wrapped my head around the concept that the universe exists in a whole lot of nothing. Its size is incalculable because it’s expanding, which sits better with me than the idea that there’s a sphere of a universe existing in a space of nothing, because I had always argued that the nothing must be contained in something.
The concept that energy and matter are inter-changable and that the universe is basically forcing its way through the nothing in order to exist (and potentially crash into itself or just cross-fade into the nothing) is, for once, acceptable.
I’m not going to talk about the synopsis or whatever of the documentary, just about the fact that I’m at ease now, and I realize the magnitude of creation, and that the small problems that happen in my life, really, can amount to nothing. So I should just chill when something seemingly OH GOD WHAT AHHH comes up, because there are worse things that can happen, and I shouldn’t stress about every little thing.
I had a dream that I was taking a flight from North Carolina to Chicago, connecting in Japan. The date on my boarding pass read, “U”, meaning “Equinox” for some reason.
I was flying on the equinox.
Whenever I see a photo of something cute (ergo, animals or babies), my nostrils flare.
So I guess if I’m scrolling through a series of photos of cute things, it must look like my nose is either constantly flaring, or it’s just awkwardly…rounded.