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“Cactus, flower, fuck-off, love, roses”, explores and celebrates female identity. The piece is a follow-up to "Flower Girl". The title of the project comes from “tags” listed on the website Goodreads, for the quote “Roses may say “I love you,” but the cactus says “Fuck-off”, by J. Kintz.
The project presents in 2 parts: a multi-channel video installation, and a live performance where the videos become both backdrop and dance partner. Mark your calendar, the performance takes place, in collaboration with MaZi Dance Chicago, this October.
As with “Flower Girl”, a key component of “cactus, flowers, fuck-off, love, roses” resides with the symbolic connection between flowers and women. The piece includes multiple videos of women (of various ages, body types and ethnicity) who respond to the symbolic meaning of a flower of their choosing. In the videos each participant performs 2 distinct movements: one surrendering to her flower’s motif, and a second passage rejecting its claim. Each woman owns her flower, becomes her, moving with or against her flower’s nature, while at least 1 foot remains immobile, like a stem imbedded in soil. In the live performance the women break free, but they continue to struggle with long imbedded ideologies, their movements raw and personal.
Flowers in the piece were chosen for their floriographic name, based on the Victorian Era practice of communicating through flowers. Flowers have been a symbol for femininity and womanhood since ancient times, but the Victorians created an elaborate code and system for non-verbal communication. The nuances of the language are mostly forgotten, but the implications for women still linger – the perfect woman must still be pure (Lotus) of body, innocent (Daisy) in spirit, and a wildcat (Dahlia) in bed.
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...right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.”
- Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club -
www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/trash
- At the bus stop opposite to the main entrance of arts.aalto.fi/en/
One word Tuesday: Trash www.todaysposting.com/TPAssignment.php?TP=497
Taken from Goodreads:
Katie is driving to work one beautiful day when a dead man jumps into her car and tries to eat her. That same morning, Jenni opens a bedroom door to find her husband devouring their toddler son.
Fate puts Jenni and Katie—total strangers—together in a pickup, fleeing the suddenly zombie-filled streets of the Texas city in which they live. Before the sun has set, they have become more than just friends and allies—they are bonded as tightly as any two people who have been to war together.
During their cross-Texas odyssey to find and rescue Jenni’s oldest son, Jenni discovers the joy of watching a zombie’s head explode when she shoots its brains out. Katie learns that she’s a terrific tactician—and a pretty good shot.
A chance encounter puts them on the road to an isolated, fortified town, besieged by zombies, where fewer than one hundred people cling to the shreds of civilization.
It looks like the end of the world. But Katie and Jenni and many others will do whatever they have to to stay alive. Run, fight, pick each other up when they stumble, fall in love…anything is possible at the end of the world.
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My Review -
I love me some zombies, however they need to be done right. This book was done right. My favorite thing about the book is that the lead characters are women in a zombified world who are not scared to get right in the midst of things and battle along with the men. Jenni and Katie have proven to be some very tough ladies. My second favorite part of the book is how it jumped right into the story. It's like going to the lake on the very first day of summer and just jumping in and not knowing if the lake is going to be cold or warm. Well this lake was quite cold and slapped you right in the face from page 1. I have already ordered the other two in this series and I can't wait till I have them in my hands to see what else happens with Jenni, Katie, and the survivors of Ashley Oaks
"There is nothing half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats"
Το ναυάγιο στον ποταμό Επανωμής.
“People know what they do; frequently they know why they do what they do; but what they don't know is what what they do does.”
- Michel Foucault, Madness and Civilization: A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason -
In this poignant memoir, a young woman seeks to find out who she is, her first step to reconciling her world with the world at large, from a "nobody nowhere" to a "somebody somewhere."
My Goodreads review: www.goodreads.com/book/show/240236.Nobody_Nowhere
Reading from "A New Beginning: Celebrating the Spring Equinox" by Wendy Pfeffer and Linda Bleck.
www.goodreads.com/book/show/2722985-a-new-beginning
Thanks to Ms. Alisha Hayes for taking this photo.
“Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest.”
- Mike Norton, White Mountain -
“No one gets angry at a mathematician or a physicist whom he or she doesn't understand, or at someone who speaks a foreign language, but rather at someone who tampers with your own language.”
- Jacques Derrida -
www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/4132.Jacques_Derrida
Photograph a view using a door or a window as a frame. www.todaysposting.com/TPAssignment.php?TP=530
“Cactus, flower, fuck-off, love, roses”, explores and celebrates female identity. The piece is a follow-up to "Flower Girl". The title of the project comes from “tags” listed on the website Goodreads, for the quote “Roses may say “I love you,” but the cactus says “Fuck-off”, by J. Kintz.
The project presents in 2 parts: a multi-channel video installation, and a live performance where the videos become both backdrop and dance partner. Mark your calendar, the performance takes place, in collaboration with MaZi Dance Chicago, this October.
As with “Flower Girl”, a key component of “cactus, flowers, fuck-off, love, roses” resides with the symbolic connection between flowers and women. The piece includes multiple videos of women (of various ages, body types and ethnicity) who respond to the symbolic meaning of a flower of their choosing. In the videos each participant performs 2 distinct movements: one surrendering to her flower’s motif, and a second passage rejecting its claim. Each woman owns her flower, becomes her, moving with or against her flower’s nature, while at least 1 foot remains immobile, like a stem imbedded in soil. In the live performance the women break free, but they continue to struggle with long imbedded ideologies, their movements raw and personal.
Flowers in the piece were chosen for their floriographic name, based on the Victorian Era practice of communicating through flowers. Flowers have been a symbol for femininity and womanhood since ancient times, but the Victorians created an elaborate code and system for non-verbal communication. The nuances of the language are mostly forgotten, but the implications for women still linger – the perfect woman must still be pure (Lotus) of body, innocent (Daisy) in spirit, and a wildcat (Dahlia) in bed.
Watching The Sun Go Down
Serina Hartwell Author of Hidden – The Hidden Saga Book 1
Goodreads Author
www.goodreads.com/author/show/8146251.Serina_Hartwell
Amazon - amazon.com/author/serinahartwell
"The automatic writing project started out as an activity among friends and locals. I would write a line someone else would write a line and so on... Then people would overhear us and ask if they could participate and write something too (which surprised me) of course I said "yes!" At that point I realized that lots of people have something to say. I started asking strangers to add entries, then I graduated to offering people $1.00 to participate, some people do not accept the dollar and some pay me a $1.00 (paying it forward). It's becoming quite a lovely, surprising and compelling project. People from many walks of life are participating: homeless, a news reporter, academics, doctors, drug addicts, lawyers, tourists etc... People have written things in my journal that they'd never say out loud, not to anyone. Some of it's so sad, some intriguing, hilarious and so on... At the end of the day, every one of these people understand that their entries are being uploaded to the internet and are comforted in knowing that they will be heard. I have no idea where this is going, but it's going just fine! FYI: English is not everyone's first language here. I will be illustrating the book/journal after the text is done. I hope that everyone who reads these entries learns something about people, mostly that we never know what someone else is going through.
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“...every person has a star, every star has a friend, and for every person carrying a star there is someone else who reflects it, and everyone carries this reflection like a secret confidante in the heart.”
- Orhan Pamuk, Snow -
www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/connectedness
Part of me (any part of you, family friend please www.todaysposting.com/TPAssignment.php?TP=505
Goodreads Description - Another vampire novel? Really?
How about a vampire novel about single motherhood? And Otis Redding? And best friends? And how choose whom you kill? And what that costs? And whether there's ever a way back?
On a rare night out in Charlotte, North Carolina, Natalie and Sophie-best friends, single moms, music lovers- meet the Whistler at the Back Way Out. In the aftermath of that encounter, desperate to save their children and, just maybe, themselves, they flee together down the back roads of the Deep South, pursued by guilt, the Whistler and his Mother, and their own growing, terrible hunger
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My Review - I don't enjoy leaving negative reviews or not finishing a book, but I have to call them like i see it and I absolutley hated this book. I could only get to page 50 before I had to put it down. The story to me had potential, but the writing (to me) was horrible. It was strange and it made no sense as the direction it was headed. It seemed to be all over the place without a clear thought as to where it was headed. That is me though and I don't recommend you not read it based on what I said.
I was perusing Goodreads Quotes and came across this one from Jeanette Winterson that I like (so I made an image to go with it).
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeanette_Winterson
Created with fd's Flickr Toys
in vicinity of Swakop River
location on map is very approximate
from Edward Abbey’s Desert Solitaire -
There is no shortage of water in the desert but exactly the right amount, a perfect ratio of water to rock, of water to sand, insuring that wide, free, open, generous spacing among plants and animals, homes and towns and cities, which makes the West so different from any other part of the nation. There is no lack of water here, unless you try to establish a city where no city should be.
reminds me of this book - www.goodreads.com/book/show/506097.The_Sheltering_Desert
collections of sets, e.g. mountains by range, lichens by genera - www.flickr.com/photos/29750062@N06/collections/
“Cactus, flower, fuck-off, love, roses”, explores and celebrates female identity. The piece is a follow-up to "Flower Girl". The title of the project comes from “tags” listed on the website Goodreads, for the quote “Roses may say “I love you,” but the cactus says “Fuck-off”, by J. Kintz.
The project presents in 2 parts: a multi-channel video installation, and a live performance where the videos become both backdrop and dance partner. Mark your calendar, the performance takes place, in collaboration with MaZi Dance Chicago, this October.
As with “Flower Girl”, a key component of “cactus, flowers, fuck-off, love, roses” resides with the symbolic connection between flowers and women. The piece includes multiple videos of women (of various ages, body types and ethnicity) who respond to the symbolic meaning of a flower of their choosing. In the videos each participant performs 2 distinct movements: one surrendering to her flower’s motif, and a second passage rejecting its claim. Each woman owns her flower, becomes her, moving with or against her flower’s nature, while at least 1 foot remains immobile, like a stem imbedded in soil. In the live performance the women break free, but they continue to struggle with long imbedded ideologies, their movements raw and personal.
Flowers in the piece were chosen for their floriographic name, based on the Victorian Era practice of communicating through flowers. Flowers have been a symbol for femininity and womanhood since ancient times, but the Victorians created an elaborate code and system for non-verbal communication. The nuances of the language are mostly forgotten, but the implications for women still linger – the perfect woman must still be pure (Lotus) of body, innocent (Daisy) in spirit, and a wildcat (Dahlia) in bed.
by Bob Hope, 1963. USO tours to Alaska, Korea - and Russia. very funny!
#ThrowbackThursday #goodread I Owe Russia $1200 by Bob Hope, 1963. USO tours to Alaska, Korea - and Russia. very funny!
...of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.”
- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov -
...a mirage. People, situations, and relationships sometimes change for the worst but inevitably clear a path for far better replacements. The continued journey will always find bliss.”
- Carl Henegan -
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From Goodreads - www.goodreads.com/book/show/678673.Cold_Rock_River
In 1963 rural Georgia, with the Vietnam War cranking up, pregnant seventeen-year-old Adie Jenkins discovers the diary of pregnant seventeen-year-old Tempe Jordan, a slave girl. As "Cold Rock River" comes to its surprising, shocking, endings, questions of family, race, love, loss, and longing are loosed from the mysterious secrets that have been kept for too long and the depth of the mysterious connection between two women united by place and separated by race and a hundred years is revealed.
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My Review:
Where do I start? I'm not so sure. The plot was ok, but was not spectacular. The first 100 pages or so I wanted to bang my head against the wall wondering if the story was ever going to take off and why the hell the story was so disjointed. The next 100 or so pages I wondered when the hell Adie was going to grow the hell up and stop acting like some puppy whose owner kicks it daily. Talk about being slow. Bucks brother seemed to have more common sense than this girl. Finally the last 100 pages or so builds up, throws a curveball in, and then levels out. I think the only thing that saved the book was Tempe's diary and even that I had some issues with. I've never ever met an author who tried so very hard to write a black woman and fail miserably. I have read several books that have been written by those who had been slaves and the language flowed. The voice the author used for Tempe was just...strange, odd, and a bit unbelievable. The idea was there, but could have been written better.
...We don't have to like them, we don't have to be friends with them, we don't have to send them hearts in text messages, but we have to forgive them, to overlook, to forget. Because if we don't we are tying rocks to our feet, too much for our wings to carry!”
- C. JoyBell C.-
"The automatic writing project started out as an activity among friends and locals. I would write a line someone else would write a line and so on... Then people would overhear us and ask if they could participate and write something too (which surprised me) of course I said "yes!" At that point I realized that lots of people have something to say. I started asking strangers to add entries, then I graduated to offering people $1.00 to participate, some people do not accept the dollar and some pay me a $1.00 (paying it forward). It's becoming quite a lovely, surprising and compelling project. People from many walks of life are participating: homeless, a news reporter, academics, doctors, drug addicts, lawyers, tourists etc... People have written things in my journal that they'd never say out loud, not to anyone. Some of it's so sad, some intriguing, hilarious and so on... At the end of the day, every one of these people understand that their entries are being uploaded to the internet and are comforted in knowing that they will be heard. I have no idea where this is going, but it's going just fine! FYI: English is not everyone's first language here. I will be illustrating the book/journal after the text is done. I hope that everyone who reads these entries learns something about people, mostly that we never know what someone else is going through.
Feel free to stop by my facebook page or follow me on tumblr:
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