Saturday, September 29, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
hmm, all a married couple needs in life?
Katherine Gray designed this piece as the ideal wedding present, comprising everything a couple would need to see them through their married life. As well as being a light this ingenious design provides wine goblets, plates, bowls, a urinal, a dildo… and at the end of life the jars can be used as funerary urns! All the glass objects are hand made and hand finished and the steel fittings are machined to fit.
I don't see the dildo...and if i do...its awfully large!!
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Kowloon Walled City
The Kowloon Walled City was at one point the most densely populated urban area on the planet. It grew organically into an almost solid monolith of urban environment, as an incredible example of self organization. No architects or designers were involved.
Eventually the Walled City was demolished by the Chinese Government, having far inferior sanitation relative to the city of Hong Kong surrounding it, and naturally resisting government rule, as it was simply too dense to control.
Eventually the Walled City was demolished by the Chinese Government, having far inferior sanitation relative to the city of Hong Kong surrounding it, and naturally resisting government rule, as it was simply too dense to control.
(Wiki) (And You Think You're Cramped?) (Kowloon Walled City)
Monday, September 10, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Deep thoughts with Teneisha
Today I decided to take my lunch to the memorial park/cemetery that I had heard about near by. I figured the grass would be nice and there might be some nice quiet spots to sit. So I pull into this huge park and I’m super excited because there’s a little pond with ducks and benches next to a pretty big white building. So I park and get down there, find a nice shady spot to sit and then as I start eating I realize that the pretty white building is a giant mausoleum…The pull out drawer / locker type holding hundreds (or more) bodies…I cant help but notice the much smaller drawers scattered throughout which I assumed to mean that they were children.
While eating, I come to the conclusion that cemeteries and burial in general is such a strange thing. To keep and cherish a lifeless body when the body had little to nothing to do with the reason you loved that person is a strange tradition. Even stranger to me is that we keep the people we love in boxes, in the ground or a wall…and those boxes, or stones or plaques become a representation of them…We don’t think of there bones rattling inside we think of this representation that we leave flowers beside.
After finishing my lunch I take a slower walk back to my car through the wet grass to look at some of the gravestones. I see a group of smaller gravestones, realize they are children’s and start reading them all. Then I turn around and realize that I’m standing in the middle of a children’s graveyard called “innocents”. I cannot help but feel a tad choked up as I notice some of the stones only list one date…They died the day that they were born…Possibly even more heartbreaking...are the children that died at 3 years old…little people with personalities and families that they love…
I come to a grave stone that has a big toy flower – left for her birthday on August 3rd I presume. The thing is…that this child would have been 30 years old. I don’t know why…but the thought of some parent after all these years…coming back time and time again…its just so human...
Innocents…
While eating, I come to the conclusion that cemeteries and burial in general is such a strange thing. To keep and cherish a lifeless body when the body had little to nothing to do with the reason you loved that person is a strange tradition. Even stranger to me is that we keep the people we love in boxes, in the ground or a wall…and those boxes, or stones or plaques become a representation of them…We don’t think of there bones rattling inside we think of this representation that we leave flowers beside.
After finishing my lunch I take a slower walk back to my car through the wet grass to look at some of the gravestones. I see a group of smaller gravestones, realize they are children’s and start reading them all. Then I turn around and realize that I’m standing in the middle of a children’s graveyard called “innocents”. I cannot help but feel a tad choked up as I notice some of the stones only list one date…They died the day that they were born…Possibly even more heartbreaking...are the children that died at 3 years old…little people with personalities and families that they love…
I come to a grave stone that has a big toy flower – left for her birthday on August 3rd I presume. The thing is…that this child would have been 30 years old. I don’t know why…but the thought of some parent after all these years…coming back time and time again…its just so human...
Innocents…
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