feeling very lucky that the basket i just finished is my favorite one yet also, when i picked it up while it was full of clay baking beads it was the weight of a turtle and that pleased me i didnt know a turtle was a weight of measurement until that happened grateful to be taught that by the basket

barely spoke today, just hours and hours and hours in tiny basket world for which im grateful the noam chomsky thing, his words in the epstein emails, has been too much of a bummer to put words towards it for days. i just had really assumed he was gentle and kind almost all of my life. i never would have guessed he thought so poorly of children and women. otherwise, i am glad it is so gently and softly snowing and while the air is crisp, it isnt freezing my fingers. a quiet day, a quiet evening.

eight yards of the most slender cordage ive made yet 🤗 ✨🪢🌽🪢✨

last night's dreams were notably terrible, rare for me idk if ill fated shit was going on in the sky or my room was too warm, or cos i hadnt worked on vertical splits in awhile and i was yesterday i really dunno but it was 😖 1 out of 10 stars dream experience

Сталкер | stalker directed by andrei tarkovsky 1979

if you've ever put on a clean tshirt before bedtime and im talking cream of the crop here like smells like clean laundry white undershirt tshirt and thought to yourself: the 1500s wouldve loved this well hey, me too living better than a king rn a king then wouldve killed for this shit

hey, checking in, reading about mirtilla in the bath and hey, if one of those western buddhists should ever bother you, like just pushing their shit too too heavy, slide them, this, maybe, with zero context and say no more

hey, sewing in silence for some time, and i need to get this off my chest, the only part of my day today that i strenuously regret, is reading some bullshit from 1546 sorry, im so fucking mad about it. yes, rent free. culturally, i profoundly hate the english. i deeply truly honestly do not find the 'wit' or the 'humour' in their shit i hate elizabethan plays fuck shakespeare sure, could someone say: well how can you say that when you havent spent a decade reading this shit in depth and i will tell you, to do so would be a death sentence i cant take it im sorry, im really not into anti-literacy of any kind, but at the same time, i just dont see enough people around saying elizabethan plays are so awful, the rhyme shit is so tedious and stupid, the cadence is so fucked, that it is truly a threat to one's health and sanity and sense of wellbeing it is abusive to the english language it is offensive to the musicality of words

8.4.2024 Residente, Silvia Pérez Cruz - 313 (Museo del Prado) Voz: René Perez Joglar, Silvia Perez Cruz Violinista: Noemi Gasparini Coristas: Carmen Lancho Moreno Martha Cecilia Gondim Ramos Virginia Garcia Alves Amanda Gaviria Pinheiro Casa Productora: Worldjunkies Director: Alejandro Pedrosa, René Pérez Joglar Editor: Alejandro Pedrosa Styling: Nerea Torrijos Styling Assist: Vero Vélez Vincenty Production Service: SEARA Carolina Mendes Daniella Guedes Leonie Pokutta Livia Anglano Camila Chaves Stillger Camera team: DP: Gorka Rotaeche 1AC: Enrique Muñoz De Castro 2AC: Irene Perez Aguado Videoassist/DIT: Ivan Moreno Romero Makeup: Alice Crue Sound: Julian Carrara Tomás Román Color Grading: Dyad

29.5.2025 title: PCC Forum: Brian Swimme & Tom Purton - Consumerism and the Cosmos channel: PCC: Philosophy, Cosmology, and Consciousness description: Recorded on April 8, 2021 In front of our televisions and our computer screens, we are exposed to over a million advertisements per year. The edicts of consumerism form our children's first cosmology, and its logic permeates every aspect of our lives. Yet out of the window, a cosmos of extraordinary power and beauty awaits to be discovered and enjoyed, its logic not one of money but of relationship and story. At the twenty-fifth anniversary of Brian's The Hidden Heart of the Cosmos we will look at some of the forces at work behind consumerism, particularly the core discoveries of Freud and Marx, before exploring some of the myriad ways in which our cosmos can re-enchant us. Brian Thomas Swimme is the longest serving professor at the California Institute of Integral Studies. The great achievement of his life was spending a year with a sage in New York City; and, just as in the myth, he returned with a thimble of water from the monumental cascade of wisdom that is Thomas Berry. He is eternally grateful to Rick Tarnas and Robert McDermott for creating the thrilling adventure that is PCC. Tom Purton holds a MAin Psychoanalysis, a language diploma in Sanskrit and a PhD in Philosophy, Cosmology and Consciousness from CIS, writing his dissertation on the connections between Stanislav Grof's work and Hindu thought. He is presently studying in the East-West Psychology program at CIS. i remember tuning into this years ago, pleased to see it reuploaded and to have the chance to spend time here again

The Night of the Glowing Sembar by Jethro Buck from the artist via their website: I bought a book called ‘The Night Life of Trees’. It’s a book full of intricate silk screen prints made by Ram Singh Urveti, Bhajju Shyam and Durga Bai of the Gond tribe in central India. Each print is accompanied by a story. Here is one of those stories: The Night of the Glowing Sembar ‘In the rainy month of July. A cowherd was looking for a lost cow along the edge of the forest. The evening grew darker, and there was no sign of the cow anywhere. The cowherd became anxious, and the little calf with him cried for her mother. Together, they wandered into the forest calling out for the cow and soon they lost their way. Night fell fast and the black clouds gathering in the sky confused the cowherd. He could do nothing but weep with the calf. A firefly saw the scene and felt pity for the two lost creatures. "Follow me," he called to them. "I think I can lead you to what you seek" And so the two walked through the dark forest, led by the lone blinking light. And all of a sudden, the cowherd saw a strange vision ahead of him. It was a Sembar tree, shining like a jewel in the blackness. On every leaf,on every branch, sat a firefly. And under the tree, Bathed in the glow, was the lost cow. So to this day, we know that good spirits live in the Sembar tree, and to this day the cowherd and the firefly are friends. And if you happen to be lost in the forest, you should find your way to the protecting Sembar, glowing like gold in the night' From the 'Night Life of Trees', Tara Books Here is my painting in response to this story. Depicted here is the moment of relief when the cow is seen safe and sound under the tree. Gouache on Paper 37x 25cm

11.12.2023 title: The Complete Story of 'Lumps and Bumps' - Comme Des Garcons Spring 1997 channel: bliss foster description (partial): "Today, we're covering a conceptual triumph of fashion as a medium - Comme des Garçon's Spring 1997 show - Body Meets Dress-Dress Meets Body. This show lets us into incredibly important fashion designer Rei Kawakubo's process as an artist, as we discuss how her impact in business and culture through this crucial show. The knowledge that gained to make this video over the course of 3 years is supplied by authors on the subject whose work is listed below. We're going to go deep into why this show is the best, most important, most revolutionary fashion show of all time. Through the original runway show, as well as her collaborations adjacent to it such as with Visionaire Magazine and Merch Cunningham, we will learn how concept made its way into fashion to stay for good -almost like this is some paid online fashion school :)"

quietly reflecting on if i anticipate a time when my bio isnt a lie and no, cant forsee a time the takes out here are not ok enough to lure me into a false sense of security that these are ok waters none of you know me like that cant have access to true bio sorry wouldnt even give that shit to my ghostwriter i dont have

Seydou Keïta. Untitled, 1949–51, printed 1998. Gelatin silver print. Courtesy of The Jean Pigozzi African Art Collection. © SKPEAC/Seydou Keïta, courtesy The Jean Pigozzi Collection of African Art and Danziger Gallery, NY