This combination of photos shows skulls that believers take to the church to be blessed during the Day of Skulls at the General Cemetery in La Paz November 8, 2009. Bolivians who keep close relatives' skulls at home as a macabre talisman flock to the cemetery chapel once a year to have the craniums blessed and to bring themselves good luck in the future.
One of my favorite songs from Algerian singer Sheb Khaled, here he is performing in Casablanca in 2007. The song is a beautiful love song with a forward-thinking message. Here is the lyrics and its English translation.
As if I don't exist She was passing by me With no regard, the Queen of Sheeba I said, Aisha, take this, all of it is for you
Here, the pearls, the jewels, also the gold around your neck The fruits, well ripe with the taste of honey And my life, Aisha if you love me!
I will go where your breath leads me, In the countries of ivory and ebony I will erase your tears, your sorrows Nothing is too beautifull for a girl so beautiful
Aisha, Aisha listen to me Aisha, Aisha don't go Aisha, Aisha look at me Aisha, Aisha answer me
I would say the words, the poems I would play the music of the sky I would take the rays of the sun to light up your dreamy eyes
Ooh! Aisha, Aisha listen to me Aisha, Aisha don't go
She said: "Keep your treasures, Me, I'm worth more than that. Bars are still bars even if made of gold. I want the same rights as you and respect for each day, Me I want only love."
(In Arabic) I want you Aisha and I love you to death You are master of my life and my love You are my years and my life I hope to live with you, only you
خالد - عائشة
Comme si je n'existais pas, elle est passée à côté de moi Sans un regard, reine de Saba, j'ai dit, Aïcha, prends, tout est pour toi
Voici, les perles, les bijoux, aussi l'or autour de ton cou Les fruits, biens mûrs au goût de miel, ma vie, Aicha si tu m'aimes!
J'irai où ton souffle nous mène, dans les pays d'ivoire et d’ébène J'effacerais tes larmes, tes peines, rien n'est trop beau pour une si belle
Je dirais les mots les poèmes, je jouerais les musiques du ciel, je prendrais les rayons du soleil, pour élairer tes yeux de rêves
Oooh! Aïcha, Aïcha écoute-moi, Aïcha, Aïcha t'en vas pas
Elle a dit: "Garde tes trésors, moi, je vaux mieux que tout ça. Des barreaux sont des barreaux même en or Je veux les mêmes droits que toi Et du respect pour chaque jour, moi je ne veux que l'amour"
I found this book in a bookshop at the Roma Termini train station today. It contains my two biggest interests; trees and history, so I decided to get it. I've been frustrated at my lack of progress with the Italian language in almost 4 months of living in Firenze. I am hoping that this will be the first book I read entirely in Italian. It took me over an hour but I've read the first four pages and I can understand a fair amount before needing to pull out the dictionary, so I consider it a successful project so far. A favorite line I've come across;
Un giorno mio padre mi disse che la nostra storia è come una forza alle nostre spalle, che ci incalza senza farsi riconoscere, ma che detta il modo in cui viviamo la nostra vita.
which roughly translates to...
One day my father told me that our history is like a force behind us, that is pressing without being recognized, which dictates the way we live our lives.
Beyond What Alice Walker We reach for destinies beyond what we have come to know and in the romantic hush of promises perceive each the other's life as known mystery. Shared. But inviolate. No melting. No squeezing into One. We swing our eyes around as well as side to side to see the world.
To choose, renounce, this, or that -- call it a council between equals call it love.
In Chinese-Cantonese language there's a word that sounds something like din. It means electric and is used to describe many things which make for amusing translations.
phone is din wa or electric voice and computer is din lo or electric brain
but what i really love, is that if you slightly mispronounce the word for computer and say deen lo it means crazy guy. electric brain = crazy.
Having come to this place I set out once again on the dark and marvelous way from where I began: belief in the love of the world woman, spirit, and man.
Having failed in all things I enter a new age seeing the old ways as toys, the houses of a stage painted and long forgot; and I find love and rage.
Rage for the world as it is but for what it may be more love now than last year and always less self-pity since I know in a clearer light the strength of the mystery.
And at this place in the ways I wait for song. My poem-hand still, on the paper, all night long. Poems in throat and hand, asleep, and my storm beating strong!
Beautiful ceramics inspired by victorian cabinets of curiosities by RISD alum Laura Zindel. I especially love the insect themed pieces. See www.zindelceramics.com
Underwater sculpture park in Grenada created by artist Jason deCaires Taylor. His sculptures create a surreal underwater landscape, visible to scuba divers and snorkelers. The sculptures double as artificial reefs, aiding the marine life. I want to go to there.
in january i will be moving back into my apartment after 7 months overseas. inspired by cabinets of curiosities, the sir john soane museum, my love of trees, and the egyptian museum... and also owing to my habit of collecting things i pick up (sea glass, interesting rocks, leaves...) i have decided to make my room look like an old natural history museum of sorts. a museum of me, i suppose. here's a few images that are currently getting me excited. i'll have to post photos when the project is complete.
hopefully i'll be able to find an old glass display case like this one. i will keep my eyes peeled.
from albertus seba's cabinet of natural curiosities
sir john soane museum in london. my favorite place.
i want to collect leaf samples from different trees and create framed leaf pressings with bark rubbings and descriptions.
Caixa Forum in Madrid by architects Herzog & de Meuron. Adaptive reuse of an 1899 power station transformed into a museum and community art space.
The power station was gutted and the ground floor removed. The new structure cantilevers over the entrance. A gas station was demolished to create a piazza and a green wall was added to an existing neighbor building.
Images of the power station before reconstruction.
ornamentation by Louis Sullivan for the Carson Pirie Scott store, and soon to be my half sleeve!
10-year old boy from Arkansas protests inequality for the GLBT community by refusing to stand for the pledge of allegiance until there truly is "liberty and justice for all"