Saturday, 19 July 2014

karma + genetics

Nancy Andreasen's reflections on her career choices
the realms of tech change unfolding in recent decades,
in the realms of neuroscience:

the patterns of recurrence racing through famillies
where curiosity led
a few favourite writers

creativity, genius, madness

Secrets of the Creative Brain

karma genetics
family fitness

creative responses
variations on a theme
the lot of fortune

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

Dick DeShaw: a few thoughts in passing

1) Brings a part from the Whole of Truth & gives it life – my birth
2) Gives me guides to Truth: books with stories of searches for Truth
3) Finds me a companion to share Truth – my wife, Rose
4) Brings me children to share Truth – my sons & daughter
5) Teaches me that IT is my life – gifts me with PTSD
6) Helps my understanding how IT is my life – Spinoza & the 12 Steps
7) Tells me to share Truth with family/neighbours in talk, writing, example
8) Restores my part back into the Whole of Truth – my death
Beyond this I cannot go.

Baruch de Spinoza says the duty of a philosopher is to
1) Taste union with nature
2) Produce true ideas in himself
3) Makes these ideas known to his neighbours
*This is a paraphrase from God Man & His Well Being,  Curley trans
Chp XXVI Collected Works, Princeton, NJ 1985
       ‘Bud the Brain Explores The Question Of Existence’. When I was young I tried to find the answer to why we exist, in religion. Now that I am 72, nearing the end of my journey, my questions are more modest. I am content with ‘how we exist, asking science and philosophy. The finite cannot explain the infinite but only stand in awe & gratitude.  After years of academic frustration, I found that graphics can free me somewhat from the tyranny of language.
1) Energy: The work things do in the universe (first law of thermodynamics)
2) Entropy: Information or things (bits) in the universe
3) Entanglement: Quantum state of things in the universe (i.e. 1 (yes) or 0 (No). Generates information in the universe.
4) Eternity (Now): The point at which things give us information. (Buddist Nirvana)

Nature sings. Life is an infinite YES!

Above Selections from Dick DeShaw's blog, 
Spinoza on Science and Stress



A Vastly Simplified History of a Higher Power

HERE'S a page from "Bud the Brain Explores the Universe" Rose & Dick DeShaw (2012)


" Lovely man, never sick, sailed into the cosmos that sunny afternoon "

Dick Deshaw

DESHAW, Dick - Joining hands with Descartes, 
Spinoza and Euclid, Dick DeShaw died Wednesday, 
July 9 of a heart attack on the 3rd hole at Belle Park 
Golf Course. ... His wife Rose and children Rell 
and Andrew DeShaw, (Cyndi) along with grandchildren 
Blair MacDonald, Alex and Ryan DeShaw, and sister 
Patsey Parson (Bill) of Idaho, survive him. Son, Louis 
died in 2010. Grateful for donations to Kingston 
Community House For Self-Reliance (99 York).

Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Arbor Aboriginal Artists Collective Literary Festival

Thursday July 3, 10, 17, 24, 31
6 to 9 p.m.

An art festival running weekly from now till the end of July will feature workshops and performances by prominent Aboriginal authors, musicians and mixed media artists.

The Arbor Aboriginal Artists Collective supports the creation and dissemination of work from Aboriginal, Inuit and Métis artists from all Indigenous Nations living in the Kamloops area and working in all artistic disciplines.

“It involves participants in creating artwork that confronts and challenges stereotypes, hidden histories and stolen voices and works to inspire and empower individuals through creativity,” said Kamloops Art Gallery’s education and public programs coordinator Emily Hope in a media release today.

“Throughout July, join the Collective in the Tricia Sellmer and Ken Lepin studios for free all-ages performances and workshops with prominent Aboriginal authors, musicians and mixed media artists.”

Secwepemc poet Garry Gottfriedson kicked off the festival (July 3) with a poetry reading and question and answer session.

On July 10, Metis performer and poet Joanne Arnott will read her work and conduct a question and answer session.

Niska Napoleon, a Cree singer-songwriter, brings her debut album tour to the gallery on July 17 for an acoustic performance.

Artists Bracken Hanuse Corlett and Dean Hunt join forces on July 24 for a mixed media and music workshop.

Rounding out the month is Victoria’s poet laureate and host of CBC’s Tribal Clefs, Janet Rogers. She’ll read from her poetry and conduct a workshop on July 31.

July 10:
Starting at 6:00 pm the Arbor Aboriginal Artists Collective present a Poetry Reading and Workshop with Métis writer Joanne Arnott in our studios.

At 7:00 pm local artist Tricia Sellmer will be leading a Community Perspectives Tour in our summer exhibitions, Ted Smith: A Retrospective and Jack Shadbolt: Seven Decades of Works on Paper.

Both events are free AND admission to the Gallery will be free all day, sponsored by BCLC.

Clear your Thursday evening schedule, Kamloops!
No registration is required.

various sources, including here (images), here and here 

Sunday, 6 July 2014

thank goodness for my back-up house!

Collaborative comic made by 6 people ages 11-59: an excercise in creative problem-making and problem-solving!

here it is in story form: 

first panel: i created a house, with a person approaching, and a landscape, maybe a road or maybe a stream between person and house

second: blew up my house!!!

third (below): engaged figure's face with audience (what do we think of this?)

fourth: added emotional reaction and sound

fifth: allowed for escape

sixth: resolved all with humour: "thank goodness for my back-up house!"

also, either added new danger or clarified the earlier danger, as this panel indicates a meteor nearby

Each person created a single panel on six pages, initiating one comic and contributing to five others, with six distinct comics emerging from the sitting.

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Brainstorm Quarterly Vol 2: (In)Sanity

What "Crazy" Looks Like


Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Ostwelve, Ron Dean Harris: Sto:lo Protectors

Waiting In The Wings (Spoken word)
Waiting in the wings with warmongers wearing war chief T-shirts silkscreened in the late 90s. Will we wade in the shallows of oily coastal waters while politicos dance for the next cause of action facing sentinels trained like terminators? The fish winks at the oil tanker thirsty in the distance. Empty eyes now hold our fate while self-appointed hereditary chiefs tweet with the sunrise disguise of wise tides that rise on social angst and hatred painted sacred with shame and abandonment from beyond. Broken societies clammer for positioning while giant mechanical serpents ready their scales for encroachment along side several brands of revolution. Some have traditional dogma while others are artificially flavoured to mask the bones hidden in its fleshy matter. Long dead and gone archetypes dance in the wind as brooms drearily sweep the remnants of solidarity incentives that fade into the past while babies eyes gleam the new motivation for occupation under the regime of soil eaters and water killers who will trade all things for gold even the bones of our Grandmothers fathers Uncles Sisters Daughters and children in tow banging on drums screaming prayers with thick muddy tears like tailings ponds and bloody lust for imaginary coins transmuting into eagle down that transform into bullets that rain on the horizon while boots begin to march along side the rumbling monster in the distance snapping trees like straws and growling as it digests the blood of its own ancestors sacredly stepping on grounds where they slept and wept and crept to safety from red shirts, black masks, brass shields, leafy flags, flowery rhetoric, poetic campaigns and slogans on recycled cardboard waving in the winds now tainted with drunken anger and rage that pisses into our collective thought space while dead eyes piss into the water jug we give to our children's kids friends over for a play date of social diversity and understanding between racial species and ideological eating, living, loving, working, praying, learning and expressional disorders clouded by lithium and false communications that are #hashtaggedasSACRED but never been naked in the forest moss or rivers shores wear salmon people dance for their saviour and beg for another chance at regeneration, revitalization, resurgence, respect and reprogramming while we wait on words and actions or words of actions on words for action or reactionary words with real intent on being, doing, loving, becoming destruction for the better cause because we know better than our Mothers because we're big grownups now with all the answers on our iPhones and Androids uploaded and filtered for flavoured geotagged for location so you can remember where you were when they made the announcement and where you will be for the 49er or funeral fires fuelled by the ancestral bones of trees and dead peoples baggage. Oh how those suitcases and trunks burned in the twilight with kids roasting marshmallows on the glow of realization and reframed revolution where women fight to feed their children and men put their faces on merchandise trademarked with grave markers and red ochre. "Put some feathers on it!" said one man while naked eagles shiver in the rains of our blind obsession with lights in the sky and sounds in the ground, thunder from under while the soil bleeds into the water and a turtle dances to the drums of our hearts. Waiting and praying...someone makes the right choices for those of us with no voices.

Stō:lo Protectors

Ostwelve - B.Medicine / Baphela Bantu
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