Living Kitchen by GORM

Very innovative thoughts.

what bombing looks like....

My breath was taken away by this photo of a bombing strike. I am not making a political statement, my knowledge of the conflict is not great enough for that. I am just awed by the horror and the beauty.

Palestinian civilians and medics run to safety during an Israeli strike over a UN school in Beit Lahia, northern Gaza Strip early on January 17, 2009. A woman and a child were killed early today in the Israeli strike on the UN-run school in northern Gaza where civilians were sheltering from the fighting, medics and witnesses said. (MOHAMMED ABED/AFP/Getty Images)

Holy Crap. Drink tap water!!

Portraits of Power

Beautiful photos of the people who lead the world

http://www.newyorker.com/online/multimedia/2009/12/07/091207_audioslideshow_platon

I could spend lifetimes inside this man's work...

Mysterio predicts what mom will get me for Christmas

Disney Princesses, Deconstructed

Disney Princesses and Princes, Deconstructed

My new Theater Company

www.tinlily.org

Introduction and Benefit on November 15th and 17th at The Gallery Bar in the East Village

I like his red shoes...

Slaughter City in November 2010

My proposal to direct Naomi Wallace's play, Slaughter City was accepted by the Curious Frog Theater Company to be presented in November 2010. I am completely thrilled, honored and excited to work on this production.

Here's a blog entry from Curious Frog on their selection process.

http://curiousfrognyc.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-way-to-come-short-way-correctly.html

Please stay tuned and if you are in New York, come see the production next year.

The opera of the 6 year old's drawing is amazing...

They've done it again. Those french puppets...

Royal de Luxe street theatre company titled "The Berlin Reunion"

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/10/the_berlin_reunion.html

Possible solution for Litterbugs

Don't save the World, Save yourself

The Yes Man's latest invention: Survivaball

passing

I lost a family member I didn't know very well. I grieve for my family members that I do know very well.

You never feel so far away from home as when you can't comfort the ones who need it with an embrace.

To those born later

from Bertoldt Brecht’s “To those born later”;

I came to the cities in a time of disorder

When hunger ruled.

I came among men in a time of uprising

And I revolted with them.

So the time passed away

Which on earth was given me.

I ate my food between massacres.

The shadow of murder lay upon my sleep.

And when I loved, I love with indifference.

I looked upon nature with impatience.

So the time passed away

Which on earth was given me.

In my time streets led to the quicksand.

Speech betrayed me to the slaughterer.

There was little I could do. But without me

The rulers would have been more secure.

This was my hope.

Reading People's Mind - wait for the Q&A at the end

Usman Haque lecture in NYC

If you're in New York, you might be interested in Usman Haque's lecture at Parsons Art, Media, and Technology Lab:

Vast, floating clouds of helium balloons illuminated by LEDs—whose color you can change by calling them on your cell?! Floating skyscraper silhouettes held down by hundreds of people whose collective force modulates the light bubbling up the structure. An immense fountains on a beach brilliantly lit from within by visualizations of hundreds of thousands of vistors’s voices. Who did these things? Usman Haque.

When: Wednesday September 16 2009, 6:30pm

Where: Parsons the New School for Design, 2 W 13th St. 10th Floor

Medea at Le Petit Versailles

This is the show that I am currently in. I goes up on September 17-26. It is a production of Medea set in an actual garden called Le Petite Versailles on the lower eastside.

Here is the website: http://lpvtv.blogspot.com/

Robot arm, makes me very amazed and uncomfortable

Hours of Oddity

missing optimism...

Today, I woke with a bit of optimism missing.

I couldn't find it anywhere.

I checked under the bed, in my underwear drawer, amongst my shoes and in the jewelry box.

I rummaged through my cubbard, in the fruit bowl and within the refridgerator.

I looked in the medicine cabinet and down the drain that was full of hair from my bath the night before.

But it wasn't there.

Everyday I miss it less. Should that scare me?

Dance around the world - The Big Picture - Boston.com

Dance around the world - The Big Picture - Boston.com

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That lovely crazy man

This morning I woke in a foul mood. One of those moods where you visualize punching, slapping or viciously word-whipping the people that have offended you in your life and then imagine walking away with righteous dignity and pride as a choir sings in exalting tones.

I delved deeper into the inventive and slightly undignified ways I could enact my vengeance as I rode the subway to work this morning. But then, at Brooklyn Bridge stop on the 5 express train, as we pulled away from the platform, there was an old grey bearded homeless man in a trench coat on the platform elaborately waving the train away, as if he was the platform conductor. It was a simple action that he was completely physically vested in even though it was completely useless as the train was already moving away.

My face broke into a smile and I felt myself giggle. His intentions were so kind and helpful and yet so unecessary.

Sometimes all it takes is a little dirty crazy man waving you on from a train platform.

Albert Einstein

My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind. - Albert Einstein

The New Wheel...

The next thing I want to explore for Live Theater

The 2009 Venice Biennale - The Big Picture - Boston.com

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Think Again: Asia's Rise - By Minxin Pei | Foreign Policy

Think Again: Asia's Rise - By Minxin Pei | Foreign Policy

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Exit the King with Geoffrey Rush

The most amazing performance I have ever seen:

http://www.tonyawards.com/en_US/interactive/video/index.html

Pick Exit the King....

My Second Education

You must stand on a rickety pedestal in the wind to hold to a belief or an idea while the multitude of optional avenues and other ideas blow by you. As they woosh by, they scream in your face (or sometimes whisper seductively), "I am the right way. I am the truth." But the only thing that makes this hold true in your world is how tightly your toes grip the pedestal of descision that you are standing on as the winds blow you in all directions.

Everything we are and everything we do is a decision. You can allow the wind to blow you and say that "this is fate", but again it is in the wind that you allowed your body to go limp with and ride to where ever it lead you. Sometimes there are alot of people standing on one big pedestal. The pedestals get bigger the more people stand on them, but does that make those pedestals more true? It certainly makes it easier to avoid the wind, the bigger they are. And what safety there is in avoiding the wind. How tempting.

The Rage in Placid Lake

An Aussie movie I fell in love with.

mystery box

More Arthur Ganson

I am in awe of the play, simplicity and complexity of this artist. Top of my inspirational list.

...time...

There are things in life with time and things that exist without.
We occupy ourselves with the things with time and hope for those without.

A taste of Medea

Here is a photo from the production I am currently. I'm the lavender one on the right.

"All The Love for the President-Elect" by Suzan-Lori Parks

U Being U
Mr. President-Elect
Makes me wanna get MY stuff
correct

I feel like starting with something RADICAL
Like,
Love my Neighbor
Like share what I've got
Like think for myself
Like ask the hard questions
Like lean toward the good and help keep the peace

U being U
Makes me wanna do something new
Like Go Green, or at least try to.

You being you, Mr. President-Elect
Makes me want to look on others with respect
Makes me wanna
practice Radical Inclusion, you know,
Open my heart wide, especially in the presence of folks who
Are not like me, you know,
work to see my Brother
In the Other
You make me want to entertain all my far-out ideas
Make me wanna represent the race, as in the human race,
And know that, like You, I too am Prized.

And to those who say yr a Magic Negro,
I love them just the same
And my love helps us weave a United States.

Mr. President,
Heaven sent
Since heaven is just a place where possibility
becomes possible
And where hostility
holsters
its hostile,
I feel like picking up the trash in the park or on the beach
I think I'll teach, and learn, from all I meet
I think I'll apologize in person for all our faults
and try to make amends for our shortcomings
And also, I think,
I'll brag,
Just a little bit,
About how cool We The People are

Oh, I just had to sing you a little something
Because you,
Mr. President,
You are embarking with Us on an awesome and beautiful
And potentially perilous journey
And so I am giving you
All the Love
All the Love
All the Love
All the Love
Mr. President
That I've got
Because I believe
In the dream
And I am ready
To wake up
And live it.

-- Suzan-Lori Parks