Sunday, May 31, 2009

smelling salts





Smelling salts were a likely companion for any 19th century lady prone to faints and swoons. Tightly bottled and tucked into pretty pouches, these vapours were kept close at hand and called upon as necessary to "arouse consciousness".

Known throughout history by many names, smelling salts generally refer to "any preparations of ammonium carbonate ((NH4)2CO3H2O) and perfume, sniffed as a restorative or stimulant." Upon making contact "the fumes irritate the mucus membranes of the nose, throat, and lungs, stimulating the body to breathe more quickly."

A delightful and grotesque cause and effect, acting on but unbeknown st to body or mind.

*Please note that "ammonia fumes are not very good for the body, and prolonged exposure should be avoided."

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

before I forget


From all those possibilities posted the other day, and a long talk with a friend the day after, here is the latest deal, or iteration of the deal:

curiosity cabinets
(cultivated??) gardens
spaces of worship/commune (temples, churches, etc)- the term "sacred spaces" doesn't feel right

either in general (freedom to go in any direction I want)
or through a specific site/example for each (if I am so compelled)
or through corresponding/parallel examples, ie, evolution through history? primitive to modern interpretations? ranges and changes in scale? (would involve more decisiveness, planning, focus... intent... things I've proven not so good at)

and if possible (if it still feels right to/makes sense to) use scent to tell the story, or set the tone, or as something to go back to... ? Not sure how it fits/what its role is... don't want to lose it though.

What I imagine is a matrix, however structured or amorphous, that will cover and somehow connect all the little things, all my little words, into a string that A) I like, and B) that will get me the fuck out of here. C) as soon as possible!

The idea is to go through the possibilities posting, try to figure out what I was thinking at the time, and see where it fits (or doesn't) into the matrix. I should give myself one day to see which hat fits the best for now. Or which hats are the best options for my price range.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

either/or


caption reads:
Fig. 1. MALE NARWAL. or UNICORN. 15 Feet in Length.

!!!!!

(image from wikipedia)

possibilities

Okay, I've been terrible. But that doesn't mean I can't change, right?

Potential topics?/themes? for my own little wunderkammer:

scent/essence/perfume
smelling/sensing/wonderment/delight
perception
instinct
archives/museums

fireworks
perspective/views
fiction/lies/narrative
search for/chasing/passage
ether/alchemy

identity/classification
bodies
darkness
scale
uncertainty

style/aesthetics
dreams
fear
death/soul
time/cause/effect

observation
documentation
illustration
investigation
exploration

replication
reproduction
reflection
representation
reduction

depth/surface
nature/unity/balance
unicorns
nomadic
patterns

threshold/inside/outside
useful/useless
relics/tools
sites/boundaries
matter/material

novelty
beauty
desire
limits/periphery
control

science fiction/fantasy
romance
thriller/horror/murder mystery
poetry
tragic comedy

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

a woman after my own heart

http://www.sheilaheti.net/whygoout.html

I can't wait to read her books... well after I do all the other reading I should be doing.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

april is over



















(Cushing/Whitney Medical Library, Yale University, from “Dissection”)

image from this review of new coffee table book, Dissection

past, present, future

A couple of paragraphs from this article, Enlightenment Therapy, by Chip Brown:

" What darkness is to psychoanalysis, light is to Zen. In pursuit of mystic illumination, “the vast ocean of dazzling light,” Zen is cheerfully unconcerned with the manufacture and distribution of personal meaning. It tends to discount the authority of the unconscious and to ignore the significance of dreams. Students are discouraged from delving into the content of emotions. Where psychoanalysis is keen to unpack a patient’s past — especially those aspects of the past that distort perception in the present — Zen dwells on awareness in the present. This! Here! Now! Zen masters have been known to whack students with a stick.

It’s no surprise that such an unlikely pair got off to a rocky start. For decades the feeling of being “one” with the universe, prized in Zen as an attribute of enlightenment, was belittled by many psychoanalysts as an “infantile regression.” By the same token, the injunction “know thyself,” the ultimate chocolate-cherry in the candy box of Western wisdom, was brushed off by Zen adherents as a delusion. What’s to know about a conceit that has no fixed reality and more often than not is an impediment to experiencing Buddha nature? The self, as one Rinzai teacher put it bluntly, “is a malignant growth which is to be surgically removed.” "

-
Chip Brown for New York Times Magazine, April 23, 2009
(again, full article here)

Monday, April 20, 2009

finding Riga






















John Hejduk's Riga would be worth finding. Imagine yourself walking home from work, down the same streets, under the same lights. It would sneak up on you, abrupt. Maybe as if hitting a wall and bursting through.

Today is my first day with my new computer and I'm happy. What is it about newness? Novelty? I am going through the mass of files on my old computer and loving what I find.

Friday, April 10, 2009

another time

Minneapolis and St. Paul, Oct 2008











another place


Cuba, various places, Dec 2008

decisions, decisions











"Fig.2 - A taxonomy of uncertainties and decisions"

This diagram is from this strange article, The ethics of uncertainty: in the light of possible dangers, research becomes a moral duty, published by EMBO, the European Molecular Biology Organization, found on the web through Nature Magazine.

Any scientist knows that knowledge is never complete and that research can do no more than produce estimates of what we think is happening. Science, at least in part, is not about facts but about odds. Yet accepting and realizing this principal uncertainty is a conceptual challenge, and it is within this framework that we must make decisions of a moral nature…Uncertainty itself has no ethical quality—it is an inherent attribute of a situation. However, in a potentially dangerous situation, uncertainty can trigger ethically adjusted behavior that aims to avoid dangers and diminishes risks." (from article above)

Also check out Figure 1, The Igloo of Uncertainty. The igloo schematically “distinguishes between open and closed forms of both ignorance and knowledge.”

I’m not sure why I’m so fascinated (and puzzled) by this article. I think I’m drawn to the language and its terms, even if they are used to discuss an unfamiliar topic in a way that is very different from what I’m used to.

The allure resides in the promise of clarifying certain ideas and relationships I’ve found difficult to define for myself: ethics, morality, danger, risk, certainty, uncertainty, research, facts, knowledge, and ignorance. The more I read it, the less I want to understand it word for word; and at the same time, I feel there must be another layer of comprehension or parallel reading to be distilled from it. But I’m not getting it.

The End of Philosophy, (no, not the Heidegger but this op-ed piece in, what else?, the New York Times), on moral emotions, or is it emotional morality?, is more of my grade level. It’s not especially good or compelling but I liked the concluding lines: "Finally, it should also challenge the very scientists who study morality. They’re good at explaining how people make judgments about harm and fairness, but they still struggle to explain the feelings of awe, transcendence, patriotism, joy and self-sacrifice, which are not ancillary to most people’s moral experiences, but central." (moral allusions and associations in scent?)

I was given a book I like very much for my birthday last fall from a friend I was feeling very uncertain about at the time. It is called The Principles of Uncertainty, by Maira Kalman. (small review here.) He knew I felt uncertain about a lot of things, especially my thesis. We both wondered without saying, how can such a hesitant and doubtful person ever find a way into this profession of ideals, decisions, solutions, permanence?

Thursday, April 9, 2009

editing memory

Brain Researchers Open Door to Editing Memory
by Benedict Carey for The New York Times, April 5th, 2009

excerpt:
"How on earth can a clump of tissue possibly capture and store everything — poems, emotional reactions, locations of favorite bars, distant childhood scenes? The idea that experience leaves some trace in the brain goes back at least to Plato’s Theaetetus metaphor of a stamp on wax, and in 1904 the German scholar Richard Semon gave that ghostly trace a name: the engram.

What could that engram actually be?

The answer, previous research suggests, is that brain cells activated by an experience keep one another on biological speed-dial, like a group of people joined in common witness of some striking event. Call on one and word quickly goes out to the larger network of cells, each apparently adding some detail, sight, sound, smell. The brain appears to retain a memory by growing thicker, or more efficient, communication lines between these cells.

The billion-dollar question is how?"

Molecules. Everything comes down to molecules. Can they be considered the world's smallest beings? Yes, smaller things are known to us (atoms, electrons, quarks, neutrinos, etc) but do they have active lives, reasons to live, in themselves? Molecules seem exceptional, more purposeful. They have different identities and defined roles in the world- or do I just think this because the matter they compose seem more alive, even if they are not? Am I talking about the part or the whole?

Some time ago, I learned that all living things are made of cells, that cells are made of molecules, and molecules made of atoms. For some reason, atoms don't seem to have any personality of their own. Is it that while all things are made of atoms, not all things are made of molecules? Would it be true to say that only complex things are made of molecules? or that molecules always compound into complex matter? What scale am I even talking about? Atoms are incredibly complicated and energetic and the object of much concentrated study. I suppose molecules are associated more with biology and living things. Maybe that's why I think they are alive and leading interesting lives.

(Should I be equating "personality" and "complexity" with each other and with life and being? I'm not sure. I'm not really going anywhere with this anyway. I'm not sure what I even mean by personality, complexity, or life...)

In chemistry, an element is matter composed of only one type of atom- it cannot be broken down into simpler forms. Basic, inert, seemingly ineffectual in isolation- i.e. lithium, sodium, zinc - these substances are lifeless when not reacting to things external to themselves. They exist in a vacuum of sorts. On the other hand, molecules, formed when different atoms are combined in fixed ratios, can almost be seen to have a certain kind of existence of their own- complete with roles to play, jobs to do, expectations to fulfill. (this whole thought coming out of reading the brain/memory article and with the intention to researching more in depth/writing about scent molecules soon in the back of my mind). In my mind, molecules are alive in the same way a tree is alive, and atoms are dead in the same way a piece of plastic never lives.

Water molecules are particularly exciting. I remember marveling (being told to marvel?) when learning about its complex and paradoxical nature. (ice, its solid form, floats! and I remember learning something special about their magnetic polarized bondage to one another). And water in general is just kind of beautiful and lively and alive on its own.