This is my favourite time of the year. I have pumpkin carving tonight then a masquerade ball on actual Halloween. I’m wearing my spider stitching socks to work today, cause that’s how I roll, and I can guarantee you that tomorrow I’m going to be buying all the black and orange clothes I can get my hands on to last me the rest of the year.
Here’s an awesome video series recorded in an Ikea store, without any of the staff knowing. It’s called Ikea Heights and has six episodes so far. It’s fun shit like this that makes me proud to live in this day and age.
The living room white board holds an omnipresent position in my family’s household. Every Saturday my Dad would erase last week’s calendar and replace it with the next. With a family of six, he sees us as a small business of sorts.
My little sister just told me that the white board hasn’t been used since the start of the year. It has some wise pearls of wisdom that I don’t even remember writing.
We only have two and a bit months left to this year. Can you believe it? Make it count.
After all, 2009 is the year of the hard ass.
It’s practically written in stone. Have you been a hard ass so far?
I sometimes (ok often) get annoyed when I vocalise the trouble I’m having and the other person tells a story of their past. This happens often when your partner is ten years older than you and you haven’t got a friend your own age in the country.
I catch myself saying “I know. I know.”
And I shouldn’t.
Because, what someone is telling you is: “I love you. Learn from what I did.” Otherwise they wouldn’t bother with telling it to you.
The same applies for parents, teachers and friends. I’m going to make more of an effort to listen.
After all, the essence of life is to share experiences with fellow humans.
To a larger extent – this happens every time you create art. You are saying: This is my story, my experience of the world. And I want to share it with you.
According to a not so recent article, the amount of times you smile and the intensity of your smile can make the difference between a lasting relationship and a divorce. I think this can be applied to all sorts of situations. I deliberately smile at frowning people when I’m feeling depleted on the trip home and it picks up my mood.
I try to laugh off everything when I’m getting stressed. Except on my annual cleaning spree. Such as today. Then I don’t laugh, I dust, wipe and don’t you damn get in my way or I will plough you over. Yeah, I’m tired. But it’s over and I’m back to smiling.
So hello world! Tash is back after the last six bleach-scented hours.
Among the variety of reasons that human create art, one of them relates to fear of death. The impetus to make art arose from the confluence of several different urges, one of which was the desire to create something that would outlive its creator. The over nine hundred stenciled hand prints in the cave of Gargas in southwestern France, created over thirty thousand years ago, give the impression that their creators made them for the generations to come. The making of a mark that will live past one’s allotted three scored and ten is uniquely human and embodies the longing of a primate equipped with its sense of death and time to touch the hem of immortality. As poet Emily Dickinson wrote “When this you see, remember me”. Nearly everyone experiences a tingle of excitement when holding in his hand an artifact from a bygone age. Knowing that it was fashioned by someone very much like us links us to the past.
Art serves as an umbilical cord connected us to past generations and can be seen as a novel form of DNA that transmits cultural values.
– Sex, Time, and Power: How Women’s Sexuality Shaped Human Evolution by Leonard Shlain
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