(ocurrencias, reflexiones y otras ideoteces)
(ponderings, musings and general ideaoticalness)
ab imo pectore ad absurdum
(ponderings, musings and general ideaoticalness)
ab imo pectore ad absurdum
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lunes, 22 de octubre de 2012
lunes, 27 de febrero de 2012
lunes, 6 de febrero de 2012
domingo, 5 de febrero de 2012
martes, 31 de enero de 2012
home(sickness)
"For too many people, being happy at home is pretty much an abstract idea, something they can’t know or imagine, until it appears on some taste maker’s must-have list, or in a magazine, or reposted on Tumblr. A home sweet home is not curated or produced by acquiring a perfect arrangement of chairs, lamps and friends. A real living space is made from living, not decorating. A bored materialist can’t understand that a house has to become a home. It happens, not through perfection but by participation."
Andy & Elsa Beach
domingo, 29 de enero de 2012
January
The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
-John Updike
Etiquetas:
language(s),
reflexiones,
thoughts,
words
Whenever I stand before an audience I always wonder What did all these people do today, before they came to the theater? I imagine several hundred lives, filled with their intricicies and challenges and it seems like a minor miracle that they all managed to get here, on time, and are sitting so neatly like teeth. -Miranda July |
jueves, 15 de diciembre de 2011
ctrl+c
[Originality] doesn't really exist. The idea that something can be said to be truly original is laughable. There is no immaculate conception. Everything comes from somewhere. Everything contains elements of something else. If we were ever to be confronted with an artefact or an idea that was genuinely original we wouldn't be able to see it or understand it. We wouldn't have any reference points with which to identify it.
[...]
Just as our biological life is made possible by the ability of our cells to replicate themselves, so too does our creative life depend on our ability to replicate forms, ideas and expressions that already exist. We are all copyists —and we should be glad.
Adrian Shaughnessy
The Myth of Originality and the Joy of Copying
jueves, 3 de noviembre de 2011
¿Pero hasta qué punto puede corregirse el pasado. La energía hay que concentrarla en lo nuevo. Yo no volvería a escribir un cuento de entonces, entre otras cosas porque ya no soy el mismo. Pero he aprendido a convivir con esa mirada angustiada al escritor que fui.
Antonio Muñoz Molina
Pues no sé. Creo que es importante utilizar el cuerpo, aunque sólo sea un poco: hacer el pino, cortarse las uñas, ir a la sauna, practicar la natación..., por supuesto, puede que sean solamente ideas mías. Yo necesito un mundo aparte que no sea el del libro que estoy traduciendo, un mundo que no sea el de la realidad cotidiana. Un mundo sin relatos.
N·P
Banana Yoshimoto
jueves, 13 de octubre de 2011
spellcheck
I started my collage applications Saturday. I think that collage will be really good experience for me. I mean, cool parties always happen at collages. Right now, I’m really into pretty collages, AND OMG WHAT IF I MISSPELL COLLEGE IN AN APPLICATION ESSAY?!!!! Spellcheck won’t catch that.
Katherine
ROOKIE
Etiquetas:
collage,
concepts,
language(s),
media,
reflexiones,
thoughts,
words
lunes, 12 de septiembre de 2011
#efectolindo
Es una pena que no existan calabozos destinados a que un contertulio pueda reflexionar en soledad cada vez que de su boca sale una tontería muy grande porque creo que dichos centros de rehabilitación harían un gran servicio a la sociedad española.
Elvira Lindo
viernes, 20 de mayo de 2011
jueves, 19 de mayo de 2011
martes, 3 de mayo de 2011
design as art
there should be no such thing as art divorced from life, with beautiful things to look at and hideous things to use. if what we use every day is made with art, and not thrown together by chance or caprice, then we shall have nothing to hide.
bruno munari
martes, 26 de abril de 2011
siempre quise ir a LA
The melting pot lo llaman los que todavía hablan inglés, porque en el 54% de los hogares angelinos se habla otro idioma que el inglés. "Olla gitana" podría ser su traducción, ese perolo de ciudad el que cabe todo y se cuece una buena.
Rocío Ayuso
jueves, 21 de abril de 2011
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