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Thursday, January 29, 2009

My New Friend, Mr. Blob B. Blobbicus

I really should be doing my homework, but I came across this picture online and felt compelled to share it:
This, my friends, is a blobfish (Psychrolutes marcidus), a deep-sea fellow who lives of the Australian and Tasmanian coasts.
Way down in those murky depths, the pressure is MUCH higher than at sea level, so gas bladders don't work. In order to stay buoyant, Blobby here is conveniently made out of gelatinous flesh that is slightly less dense than water. He drifts around above the sea floor, eating whatever happens to float by.
Personally, I think Mr. Blobby is downright adorable. Don't you just want to poke him?! Gently, of course, because he is made of Jello.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

So Nike produced a set of advertisements using the voice of the "Hokay" guy. If you don't know who that is, you are being deprived of something amazing. Watch this epic video and bask in its glory. Then watch the following videos. Gah!! They are just too funny.

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Thursday, January 22, 2009

Piece By Piece

Last night I watched an awesome film called Piece By Piece, a documentary by Nic Hill with a soundtrack by local DJ Qbert. It tells the story of the San Francisco graffiti movement from the 1980's to 2004. I enjoyed it because I recognize a lot of the pieces and locations. Even if you aren't familiar with either San Francisco or graffiti as an art form, I recommend this film as an educational work. So many people see graffiti as ugly vandalism, instead of as an expressive medium of public artwork. While I disagree with the scrawled tags on people's houses, I see nothing wrong with the colorful and often inspirational throw-ups on the dull walls of vacant lots.

Piece By Piece follows early Bay Area graffiti from its roots in Cholo writing to its evolution of unique typographies, to its shift from words to images, and its modern role in social activism. The movie features many street-art pioneers, as well as current artists (many of whom refuse to show their faces). It also explores the (usually negative) public opinion toward graffiti and the artists' passion for what they do.

A female graffiti artist who calls herself "Reminisce" decorates SF with images of horses.

"Tax Dollars Kill", a piece by Mike "Dream" Francisco. The spray-can legend used art to bring up issues like police brutality and racism. Dream is the perfect example of someone who uses his talents to improve urban society. He was murdered February 2000.
This here is some ugly-ass graffiti. This is the stuff that ought to be banned. It's an eyesore and is not at all inspirational or artistic.

What do you guys think? Should graffiti be illegal? Or should it be respected as an urban art form? I would love to hear your opinions.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Hello, Friday Night

It's been a while since I've written anything, my dears, because I've been stressing about finals. WHICH I FINISHED YESTERDAY whoooooooo!! And in my humble opinion, they went quite well.

I hate to brag about my brain power, but it's not often that I have the chance to, so please bear with me. I was pretty bright in elementary and middle school, but things are different now. At Lowell High, everyone is a genius, which makes me merely average.

But now I feel the need to shout out to the world that I, Zoe, received 100% on my Precalculus final! That sure made my day.

In other news, to celebrate the end of the semester and the end of Bush's presidency, my friends and I have decided to go sake bombing tonight. I'm super excited because this will be my first sake bomb experience.

I'm in a great mood. Things are looking up.

Monday, January 5, 2009

"Love is merely a madness" - Rosalind (As You Like It, Act III Scene II)

Love is madness in the sense that it causes people to act irrationally. Love is indefinable and abstract, but it rules our lives. It is powerful, tender, heart-wrenching, and often illogical. People have done crazy things for love, and will continue to do so as long as the emotion exists. There is probably a man in Wisconsin who is, at this very moment, preparing to declare his undying love to a woman he met at a self-help seminar last week. While jet planes write his message in the sky, he will run naked through the snow-covered streets dropping rose petals until he reaches her doorstep. At this point he will propose with a sparkling diamond ring which may not even fit her finger, because he guessed on the size when he purchased it at Macy’s the night before.

What in the world made him think that this was a good plan? The insanity of love no doubt caused him to become delusional and somehow believe that he could win her affections with his daring. Overwhelmed by love’s crushing grip, he lost his sanity and all sense of reason. Love likes to toy with our ability to think straight and make rational decisions. It enjoys reducing us to blabbering idiots full of adoration. Love itself is like a disease; it renders its victims helpless and woozy. Other common symptoms include flip-flopping sensations in the heart and stomach, increased pulse, breathlessness, speechlessness, blushing, giggling, and restlessness when one is separated from the object of his affection. There is a passionate longing, a carnal instinct, an aching hunger for this strange emotion called love. In the face of such animalistic desires, our human reasoning skills become obsolete and we become impulsive creatures.

Genuine, sweet love is arguably the most beautiful thing in the world. For people in love, their surroundings begin to lose all color, all sound, and all that matters is their love. It is their food and their drink. They lose their grip on reality and fall into their lovers’ eyes. In my opinion, even though it is unprofessional, this sounds like a mental disorder. To have such obsessive fixation on someone that one forgets to pay attention to everything else is surely a sign of insanity.

And yet, though love is madness, it is surely the best kind. Yes, it can make people do stupid things, such as run naked through snow for a near-stranger, but it also spreads compassion throughout the human race. A few dumb acts in the name of Love are a small price to pay for this most glorious madness.