I just had to. I can't stop looking at it.
I LOVE BABIES!!!!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Day of the Dead
Today probably changed my perspective in a lot of ways. I sacrificed some study time to do some personal psychology on real people. Since I'm limited to how I do that because of the way my immediate surroundings are set up, I went digging in Film. I watched two documentaries both on the same topic told under two very different lights.
Because the second one I watched is fresher in my mind, I'll start with it. First, here's the trailer for it:
The Bridge. This topic is fascinating to me because of its implications of dire mental health in each of these people. It's a "backwardsness" that I'll never understand. Of the family members of all 20+ people who had jumped, though they had all struck me, a father seemed almost relieved and, because that's not an emotion I can identify with, it more than made me tilt my head in curiosity. Relief? Relief. Okay, I can begin to begin to understand it only because the surrendered look in his eyes explained it.
The last jumper, the man with the long hair, Gene, exits with such grace. It reminded me of a feather. A feather that causes an enormous splash. It's like a magical musical score with a grand finale or a firework show. The act glows in its elusiveness, often calm grace, and simultaneously dims the glow to a choking darkness. It also makes me so angry at them, at the people around them, at society. It left me fascinated, depressed, motivated, and so very angry. I missed them.
The whole movie is available in 9 parts on YouTube.
The documentary I watched before The Bridge was more tragic than anything else. Nothing left in me but a deeper wanting of understanding for Seriously Emotionally Disturbd (SED) children. It did reinforce my desire to work in that field. It's about a boy named Evan who threw himself out his window when he was 15. He had struggled with depression his entire life. Meds had helped him survive longer than he would have without them and then he decided to experiment without them. He had an appointment with his psychiatrist on a Tuesday to get a prescription. He did it on that Sunday. Again, I can't understand this desperation. And not being able to makes me feel so blessed and thankful for my mental health and family and value of life. This is not something you could cure with just nutrition. It transcends most individual psychological disciplines. That's what makes it the hardest. That there isn't very much insight into Bipolar Disorder in young kids and where there is it's a rare commodity. It doesn't exist in societies that have bipolar disorder or real tangible depression frosted roughly with a layer of bitter poverty. Not widely enough that I know of. The poor kid had the black cancer of the mind since birth.
Because the second one I watched is fresher in my mind, I'll start with it. First, here's the trailer for it:
The Bridge. This topic is fascinating to me because of its implications of dire mental health in each of these people. It's a "backwardsness" that I'll never understand. Of the family members of all 20+ people who had jumped, though they had all struck me, a father seemed almost relieved and, because that's not an emotion I can identify with, it more than made me tilt my head in curiosity. Relief? Relief. Okay, I can begin to begin to understand it only because the surrendered look in his eyes explained it.
The last jumper, the man with the long hair, Gene, exits with such grace. It reminded me of a feather. A feather that causes an enormous splash. It's like a magical musical score with a grand finale or a firework show. The act glows in its elusiveness, often calm grace, and simultaneously dims the glow to a choking darkness. It also makes me so angry at them, at the people around them, at society. It left me fascinated, depressed, motivated, and so very angry. I missed them.
The whole movie is available in 9 parts on YouTube.
The documentary I watched before The Bridge was more tragic than anything else. Nothing left in me but a deeper wanting of understanding for Seriously Emotionally Disturbd (SED) children. It did reinforce my desire to work in that field. It's about a boy named Evan who threw himself out his window when he was 15. He had struggled with depression his entire life. Meds had helped him survive longer than he would have without them and then he decided to experiment without them. He had an appointment with his psychiatrist on a Tuesday to get a prescription. He did it on that Sunday. Again, I can't understand this desperation. And not being able to makes me feel so blessed and thankful for my mental health and family and value of life. This is not something you could cure with just nutrition. It transcends most individual psychological disciplines. That's what makes it the hardest. That there isn't very much insight into Bipolar Disorder in young kids and where there is it's a rare commodity. It doesn't exist in societies that have bipolar disorder or real tangible depression frosted roughly with a layer of bitter poverty. Not widely enough that I know of. The poor kid had the black cancer of the mind since birth.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
The Cell
I'm taking an Anatomy-Physiology class this semester and luckily shedding some of the initial fear and growing a coat of appreciation and voracious interest. I went in last week in a porous state and soaked in The Cell. My teacher, Dr. Greg Russell, showed us the following video which I found tremendously moving.
Throughout the lecture he would point out what we were looking at and function of these organelles and I immediately gained eternal praise for the process of life. Most of it is protein synthesis or movement or transfer. This is happening inside tens of trillions of cells in my body RIGHT NOW. If that doesn't floor everybody else I really don't know what will. And why it's taken me so long to get into biology is beyond me.
You can see the full-length narrated (science jargon-ated) version of The Inner Life of the Cell HERE.
Throughout the lecture he would point out what we were looking at and function of these organelles and I immediately gained eternal praise for the process of life. Most of it is protein synthesis or movement or transfer. This is happening inside tens of trillions of cells in my body RIGHT NOW. If that doesn't floor everybody else I really don't know what will. And why it's taken me so long to get into biology is beyond me.
You can see the full-length narrated (science jargon-ated) version of The Inner Life of the Cell HERE.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Elk and Posters and Posters of Elk
A couple of months ago I came across this website. It might have been forwarded or more likely I StumbledUpon it.
You choose a picture. You upload it. Then, they send you the picture back but it's anywhere from 6 to 10 times its original size, in divisions between different printed pages.
It's awesome. I made one.
First, this is one of the ones on the website's gallery that I enjoyed.
I have a corner in my room that's completely empty right now and I'm thinking of doing something like this with it. But in the meantime, and really just to test it out, I made one of a picture I Ffffound of an elk. This is it.
It turned out pretty nice, despite the quality of this photo. I cut the edges of some of the pages and not others and overlapped. I messed up a couples times by losing the consistency of which vertical sets to cut. The bottom is pretty jagged up close because by the end of cutting the borders of 6 pages, I was pretty over it.
And here is the original.
I've really started to enjoy looking at Elk and Caribou photographs. Earlier this week I was in a Bass Pro Shops store in Las Vegas and saw taxidermy elk among other animals. Part of me felt a loss for the purpose of the animals but part of me felt an appreciation to be able to appreciate their magnificent bodies, even if they were synthetic inside. I particularly loved the Elk battle between the speed boats and the fishing equipment.
They're beautiful.
You choose a picture. You upload it. Then, they send you the picture back but it's anywhere from 6 to 10 times its original size, in divisions between different printed pages.
It's awesome. I made one.
First, this is one of the ones on the website's gallery that I enjoyed.
I have a corner in my room that's completely empty right now and I'm thinking of doing something like this with it. But in the meantime, and really just to test it out, I made one of a picture I Ffffound of an elk. This is it.
It turned out pretty nice, despite the quality of this photo. I cut the edges of some of the pages and not others and overlapped. I messed up a couples times by losing the consistency of which vertical sets to cut. The bottom is pretty jagged up close because by the end of cutting the borders of 6 pages, I was pretty over it.
And here is the original.
I've really started to enjoy looking at Elk and Caribou photographs. Earlier this week I was in a Bass Pro Shops store in Las Vegas and saw taxidermy elk among other animals. Part of me felt a loss for the purpose of the animals but part of me felt an appreciation to be able to appreciate their magnificent bodies, even if they were synthetic inside. I particularly loved the Elk battle between the speed boats and the fishing equipment.
They're beautiful.
i like yellow highlighters and no other color of highlighter.
the brain won't process as it should if it's reading black text on bright magenta or lime.
i'm thinking about a ripened mango and how good it tastes with salt. sometimes i'll just leave the piece in my mouth and not chew for a few seconds.
more than honorable mention: backscratches!!!!
the brain won't process as it should if it's reading black text on bright magenta or lime.
i'm thinking about a ripened mango and how good it tastes with salt. sometimes i'll just leave the piece in my mouth and not chew for a few seconds.
more than honorable mention: backscratches!!!!
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