Symmes Hole

So this New Jersey guy, Johnny Symmes, hypothesized in 1818 that the earth was one hallow earth containing many hollow earths living simultaneously inside one another. There is next to no info about this on the internet, and i am completely fascinated by this theory.  It was eventually dismissed as improbable, but many science fiction writers did and do adopt this way of viewing our world. Just a few miles down,a whole new earth is existing. Are there parallel lives to ours? Are there parallel cities and landscapes? How existential!  I think I may actually step foot in a library and do a little more research, because whenever I think about it I feel like my brain is swimming! Below you’ll find a quote of Mr. Symmes taken from his initial informational pamphlet. Cool right?!

I declare the earth is hollow, and habitable
within; containing a number of solid concentrick spheres, one within the
other, and that it is open at the poles 12 or 16 degrees; I pledge my life
in support of this truth, and am ready to explore the hollow, if the world
will support and aid me in the undertaking.

JOHN CLEVES SYMMES

Of Ohio, Late Captain of Infantry.

my 100th blog entry!

why not celebrate with cool stuff!?

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2. SFMOMA exhibit of Ann Hamiton’s indigo blue, an interesting commentary on class and economy. go to the link and click, “start program” and watch the three videos of installation inception and intention.

3. strange creatures found in antarctic waters.

4.  fm3 buddha machine.  asmall plastic machine producing ambient noises by toggle switching.  mine is orange!

5.  the journal of popular noise.  this is a journal of sound, of noise. each issue is a 45rpm record. and it looks like this:

i haven’t had a chance to listen to mine yet, because my 45 insert is too small (weird?) and i have to get new ones. but i am sure it will rock my noise loving world!

6.  installations at cca, specifically MINE! i did/am doing a nature simulation installation in the studio. right now it’s just a 3d sketch of something i hope to expand later…some how. pictures forth coming.  idea is cooler than product right now.

7.  my pals catherine, dene, joanna, and robert for taking me out in SF last night and for filling me with jack n gingers and intelligent, funny company! xo! pictures forthcoming?

how i love thee dear oakland

i saw a toilet on the side of the road last evening. just sitting there, waiting to be sat on. or teetered on its side. like an ode to marcel duchamp.

umbrellas

i have never been able to understand umbrellas because i don’t care if i get wet. umbrellas have always been a mystery to me because i can’t understand why they appear just before it starts to rain. the rest of the time they are vacant from the landscape as if they had never existed. maybe the umbrellas live by themselves in little apartments under tokyo.

do the umbrellas know that it is going to rain? because i know that people don’t know. the weatherman says that it will rain tomorrow but it doesnt and you dont see a god-damn umbrella. then the weatherman says that it will be a sun-shiny day and suddenly there are umbrellas everywhere you look, and a few moments later, it starts raining like hell.

who are these umbrellas?

-richard brautigan

all i know is- that my greeen gingham umbrella is rather photogenic….
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*artsy photo by taylor

thoughting to work

these are things that swarmed my half awake-brain as i rode the NL 20 minutes into dowtown Oakland:

1. i hate wearing my glasses because i feel like it impares my hearing (i finally realized today that this may be absurd)

2. i saw a man, in full winter get up (it was 60 degrees today) standing under a trelis, not moving. he was standing there- hat, coat, scarf, gloves- just standing and looking. i wanted to leap off the bus and poke him. or give him a hug and a handshake.

3. the man whom usually stands outside of my building and hollers songs about love and frank sinatra- hasn’t been there for 4 days. he is there every morning. and today he wasnt. i missed his taught sun burned skin and rain hat. he hates when people look at him.

4. a group of bella vista 8 year olds (i’m talkin 2 dozen) leapt onto the bus and filled the remaining empty seats with their courduroy butts and vinyl bookbags. normally i would cringe and retreat into myself from their sqealing and gregorious hum…but it was actually really beautiful. 24 kids of different shades, heights, haircuts- all having fun together on the bus. just a beautiful sea of children.

5. possibly the most puzzling- i walked one block from my bus stop to my building and passed a metal shopping cart swirling with children’s books. novel soup. i stopped and look intensely at the cart. tried to count the books. seriously contemplating wheeling the cart back to where the children got off the bus. but just kept walking wishing to spend the day handing out picture books to business people swinging their brief cases up and down broadway.

6. what if there was an express train from tokyo to montana?

daily dilemna

so i have this spice rack. it looks a little something like this:

it’s an 18- bottle milk glass VINTAGE griffith’s spice rack. ok, so what’s the problem right? thing is, i can’t put anything in them because i haven’t washed them, and i can’t wash them because i don’t want to wash away their history. same reason why i have only used my vintage primary color pyrex refrigerator set once. why are things hard?