A rather slinky friend recently reminded me of something good. It's almost official, I think this may take. Yay.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Sunday, January 04, 2009
I'M AMAZED
So that one, yes, that one! She is the bees knees. She's worth it. She's got it, and I have no idea what she'll do with it, but that's the fun part. At this point I can't do anything but just be honest with the lissome lady. Now she knows how I feel, and although I said I would not scare her, I just may have tugged the curtain a bit too far. Fuck it. That's the only way to do it. After all, we have a pact. As silly as it seems, it also masquerades as making perfect sense. Easy, breezy and beautiful. The lights on 6th made my jolly jump and jitter, and this feels so fresh, that I am not even sure who I want to be anymore. I mean she makes me think, and consider everything. I am fumbling with my words and I get weak in the knees when I am around her. She knows it too, and maybe that's the attraction for her. I don't know for sure, but I will keep on with the chase. She's so sinuous, I must. The best part of the whole thing is that I got the chance I thought I might not ever get. Just to have that chance, and go with it, is fabulous. Not as fabulous as her, but we'll just have to see about that.
So that one, yes, that one! She is the bees knees. She's worth it. She's got it, and I have no idea what she'll do with it, but that's the fun part. At this point I can't do anything but just be honest with the lissome lady. Now she knows how I feel, and although I said I would not scare her, I just may have tugged the curtain a bit too far. Fuck it. That's the only way to do it. After all, we have a pact. As silly as it seems, it also masquerades as making perfect sense. Easy, breezy and beautiful. The lights on 6th made my jolly jump and jitter, and this feels so fresh, that I am not even sure who I want to be anymore. I mean she makes me think, and consider everything. I am fumbling with my words and I get weak in the knees when I am around her. She knows it too, and maybe that's the attraction for her. I don't know for sure, but I will keep on with the chase. She's so sinuous, I must. The best part of the whole thing is that I got the chance I thought I might not ever get. Just to have that chance, and go with it, is fabulous. Not as fabulous as her, but we'll just have to see about that.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
THE BITCH, IS BACK.
There's only one. The only one. The one I desire. The one who smells so sweetly...
mostly. Ladies and gentlemen it is with great pleasure that I announce the festivities for the one someone calls the slip. Allie dog® only turns 13 once, or perhaps twice, but, there's only one party, and it's coming to your town.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
SLINKY
slinky |ˈsli ng kē|
adjective ( slinkier , slinkiest ) informal
graceful and sinuous in movement, line, or figure : a slinky black evening dress.
This one, the one with the curls that makes me surly. Yes, that one. With this kitten I am smitten. The gracefulness in her movements is razor sharp. Those eyes are grey; or green I think. It's the nuance that has got to me. The posture, the gestures, the way she leans back on a sidewalk bench. She's very felonic, if you will ( feline + tonic ). The gaze is long, drawn out and very deep. She speaks with a softness that is the perfect containment of sweet yet strong. I am captivated by her smile. If she had any idea the power that held, surely she would destroy me, you'd have to. I bow to it. I would do many things. Naughty things. Devious things. Dangerous things... just to have it laid upon me. Although impaired at the time, I dare say that was one my favorite lip tickles I've had. In an instant, the world stood still. Time screeched to an almost absolute halt. Although she eluded my more than obvious invitations, I stayed in slow motion until the morning came. I awoke out of a most salubrious slumber a bit frazzzled for I had things that had to be done, but they had all slipped away. I want to go back there. The place where time stands on it's head, my heart sinks to the bottom, and the slinkiest thing I have laid a gaze upon is sitting right in front of me. Return to me...
slinky |ˈsli ng kē|
adjective ( slinkier , slinkiest ) informal
graceful and sinuous in movement, line, or figure : a slinky black evening dress.
This one, the one with the curls that makes me surly. Yes, that one. With this kitten I am smitten. The gracefulness in her movements is razor sharp. Those eyes are grey; or green I think. It's the nuance that has got to me. The posture, the gestures, the way she leans back on a sidewalk bench. She's very felonic, if you will ( feline + tonic ). The gaze is long, drawn out and very deep. She speaks with a softness that is the perfect containment of sweet yet strong. I am captivated by her smile. If she had any idea the power that held, surely she would destroy me, you'd have to. I bow to it. I would do many things. Naughty things. Devious things. Dangerous things... just to have it laid upon me. Although impaired at the time, I dare say that was one my favorite lip tickles I've had. In an instant, the world stood still. Time screeched to an almost absolute halt. Although she eluded my more than obvious invitations, I stayed in slow motion until the morning came. I awoke out of a most salubrious slumber a bit frazzzled for I had things that had to be done, but they had all slipped away. I want to go back there. The place where time stands on it's head, my heart sinks to the bottom, and the slinkiest thing I have laid a gaze upon is sitting right in front of me. Return to me...
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
OF PHARMACISTS, REALTORS, and NOTHING OF THE SORT
Sometimes you just need to speak up. YOu can watch, you can look and you can even stare if you wish, although I don't recommend it. It's like warming up I guess. Perhaps that's all I really need to do. It goes 1, 2, 3... and a bit of hanging around. You watch them swoop in, giggle, and head out back. You bide your time. There's one that could distract, but turns out, she's the one that's distracted, or wants to be anyhow. Get up, walk outside, it just might work.
Great, it's packed, well, scope it out. You never know who else is lurking. Oh yes, that's the one, but who's this impostor? Wait, am I the impostor? Move, quick. This will do, the corner of the patio round the tree. Ever closer to the one that's caught my eye. Who is this siren? What's her story, where is she from?
Quiet now, just listen, there's something sweet in the air...
Slowly, it begins to take place. Take it down a bit. Relax, it's the same old song, however it sounds like a chord I haven't heard before. Well... hello there. What a wonderful thing. That has got to be the most gregarious grin I have had the pleasure of being shined upon. Oh so small, but actually that's the not the case at all. There is something about this one. In truth, it's a bit overwhelming. It's not often that the softness makes me flutter, but this one has got me snafu'd. Take a breath, soak it up, and let it flow. There is a spark in the dark.
It's got me moonstruck, plagued even. The girl has got to be a bad ass, in fact I know she is. The enchantress is cool one, so mind your p's and q's. Play your cards right, whatever that means. Whatever it means, I am on it. I see it, I want it, I need it, I have to have it. If she could only see. I will show her, not in the usual way, but in a new different one, not the sort I am accustomed to at all. That spark is glowing bright, and looks like it just might burn me well, and that, is the most thrilling component yet.
To be continued...
Sometimes you just need to speak up. YOu can watch, you can look and you can even stare if you wish, although I don't recommend it. It's like warming up I guess. Perhaps that's all I really need to do. It goes 1, 2, 3... and a bit of hanging around. You watch them swoop in, giggle, and head out back. You bide your time. There's one that could distract, but turns out, she's the one that's distracted, or wants to be anyhow. Get up, walk outside, it just might work.
Great, it's packed, well, scope it out. You never know who else is lurking. Oh yes, that's the one, but who's this impostor? Wait, am I the impostor? Move, quick. This will do, the corner of the patio round the tree. Ever closer to the one that's caught my eye. Who is this siren? What's her story, where is she from?
Quiet now, just listen, there's something sweet in the air...
Slowly, it begins to take place. Take it down a bit. Relax, it's the same old song, however it sounds like a chord I haven't heard before. Well... hello there. What a wonderful thing. That has got to be the most gregarious grin I have had the pleasure of being shined upon. Oh so small, but actually that's the not the case at all. There is something about this one. In truth, it's a bit overwhelming. It's not often that the softness makes me flutter, but this one has got me snafu'd. Take a breath, soak it up, and let it flow. There is a spark in the dark.
It's got me moonstruck, plagued even. The girl has got to be a bad ass, in fact I know she is. The enchantress is cool one, so mind your p's and q's. Play your cards right, whatever that means. Whatever it means, I am on it. I see it, I want it, I need it, I have to have it. If she could only see. I will show her, not in the usual way, but in a new different one, not the sort I am accustomed to at all. That spark is glowing bright, and looks like it just might burn me well, and that, is the most thrilling component yet.
To be continued...
Monday, December 22, 2008
GUARANTEED
by Eddie Vedder
On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breathe...
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...
Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
Overhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed
by Eddie Vedder
On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breathe...
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...
Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
Overhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
WHAT IS IT ABOUT TUESDAY?
I have always thought of tuesday as brown. Light brown to be exact. I'm not really sure why but I tend to associate different days of the week with certain colors that sort of vary but are rather constant. They're a bit older, more of that nostalgia I suppose. Not like the Hannah Barbera ink, but rather the briar rabbit book I had in the late seventies.
You probably had to be there. At this point I almost feel compelled to give you the rest of the days, and I know you want to hear about them anyhow, so here we go. Wednesday is kind of a salmonish orange, thursday faded kelly green, Friday is obviously black, saturday is a fiery kind of red, sunday a nice mahogany brown, and monday white with a rose hue. I'm not for sure but, it seems these colors have been the same my whole life, at least as much as I remember at least. I have not delved too far into the abyss of my mind as of late to be able to explain why I do this, or how it effects my life. It must have some effect however, and maybe I should listen to that a little more, it seems natural to me. I think I just might. It's the early stages of that mellow green, I think I'll start there.
I have always thought of tuesday as brown. Light brown to be exact. I'm not really sure why but I tend to associate different days of the week with certain colors that sort of vary but are rather constant. They're a bit older, more of that nostalgia I suppose. Not like the Hannah Barbera ink, but rather the briar rabbit book I had in the late seventies.
You probably had to be there. At this point I almost feel compelled to give you the rest of the days, and I know you want to hear about them anyhow, so here we go. Wednesday is kind of a salmonish orange, thursday faded kelly green, Friday is obviously black, saturday is a fiery kind of red, sunday a nice mahogany brown, and monday white with a rose hue. I'm not for sure but, it seems these colors have been the same my whole life, at least as much as I remember at least. I have not delved too far into the abyss of my mind as of late to be able to explain why I do this, or how it effects my life. It must have some effect however, and maybe I should listen to that a little more, it seems natural to me. I think I just might. It's the early stages of that mellow green, I think I'll start there.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
IT'S SO COLD AND SHE'S SO WARM
She's great, it's great. It was what I have been missing I think. It's that one, you know the one. The silly one, the sweet one, the sexy one, the shy one. That girl has definitely got me. I think she gets it, and she may just like it. It's a lesson I believe. An exercise in patience, and I may have failed the quiz. It's cool, I forgot to study, I was too excited yesterday. it's all her fault anyway. She knows, that I know that she knows that I write this in the hopes that she'll read it, but it's a farce. She's not reading it, and do I even want her to? Yes, that's why I am writing this. What's that thing called that she's got? That thing that has me, consumes me, and makes silly thoughts pass through my head. Oh, the girl is growing up though. It's good to see, and it's always nice to see the lovely thing being more of the extraordinary person I know she will be. I wonder at times if she is how I think she may be, or if perhaps she's just like me. I hope it's the latter, I have a sneaker, but she's a wiggly little worm, and do you really ever know? I do and she best figure it out soon, or I'm just going to have to wait longer...
She's great, it's great. It was what I have been missing I think. It's that one, you know the one. The silly one, the sweet one, the sexy one, the shy one. That girl has definitely got me. I think she gets it, and she may just like it. It's a lesson I believe. An exercise in patience, and I may have failed the quiz. It's cool, I forgot to study, I was too excited yesterday. it's all her fault anyway. She knows, that I know that she knows that I write this in the hopes that she'll read it, but it's a farce. She's not reading it, and do I even want her to? Yes, that's why I am writing this. What's that thing called that she's got? That thing that has me, consumes me, and makes silly thoughts pass through my head. Oh, the girl is growing up though. It's good to see, and it's always nice to see the lovely thing being more of the extraordinary person I know she will be. I wonder at times if she is how I think she may be, or if perhaps she's just like me. I hope it's the latter, I have a sneaker, but she's a wiggly little worm, and do you really ever know? I do and she best figure it out soon, or I'm just going to have to wait longer...
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
GOIN DOWN THE ROAD FEELIN' BAD
If you've ever read this blog before, then you know, the title in which lies this post is how the bus has been rollin along for a little while. However, I am feeling much more like me as of late. I guess I grew up a bit. No, I know I did. That being stated so openly, I guess it's safe to say I am feeling better about my life in general. Now feeling good, can be a tricky thing, for when feeling good, some might get scared that those other feelings of doubt and hopelessness are just around the corner. Well I say, hey ho, let's go. I have decided in my life that the best thing you can do is take those feelings, feel em', and then, fucking let their dumb asses go. That shit will eat your ever loving heart out.
Maybe today I feel good. I think really though, it's about confidence. When I am feeling confident, I don't sweat the small stuff, and when you are exuding an air of confidence, people definitely sit up and take notice. So today, tomorrow, and the next day for sure, I am ready to roll, if you're down for it, then come along. If you're not, shut the fuck up, get the fuck out, I ain't got time for your bullshit.
If you've ever read this blog before, then you know, the title in which lies this post is how the bus has been rollin along for a little while. However, I am feeling much more like me as of late. I guess I grew up a bit. No, I know I did. That being stated so openly, I guess it's safe to say I am feeling better about my life in general. Now feeling good, can be a tricky thing, for when feeling good, some might get scared that those other feelings of doubt and hopelessness are just around the corner. Well I say, hey ho, let's go. I have decided in my life that the best thing you can do is take those feelings, feel em', and then, fucking let their dumb asses go. That shit will eat your ever loving heart out.
Maybe today I feel good. I think really though, it's about confidence. When I am feeling confident, I don't sweat the small stuff, and when you are exuding an air of confidence, people definitely sit up and take notice. So today, tomorrow, and the next day for sure, I am ready to roll, if you're down for it, then come along. If you're not, shut the fuck up, get the fuck out, I ain't got time for your bullshit.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
today I just feel like this song. Boo.
TWO HEADED BOY
by Neutral Milk Hotel
Two-headed boy
All floating in glass
The sun it has passed
Now it's blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
I am listening to hear where you are
I am listening to hear where you are
Two-headed boy
Put on Sunday shoes
And dance round the room to accordion keys
With the needle that sings in your heart
Catching signals that sound in the dark
Catching signals that sound in the dark
We will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain't moving now
They just lay there in their clouds
Two-headed boy
With pulleys and weights
Creating a radio played just for two
In the parlor with a moon across her face
And through the music he sweetly displays
Silver speakers that sparkle all day
Made for his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face
And in the dark we will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain't moving now
They just lay there in their clouds
Two-headed boy
There is no reason to grieve
The world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves
Left beneath Christmas trees in the snow
And I will take you and leave you alone
Watching spirals of white softly flow
Over your eyelids and all you did
Will wait until the point when you let go
TWO HEADED BOY
by Neutral Milk Hotel
Two-headed boy
All floating in glass
The sun it has passed
Now it's blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
I am listening to hear where you are
I am listening to hear where you are
Two-headed boy
Put on Sunday shoes
And dance round the room to accordion keys
With the needle that sings in your heart
Catching signals that sound in the dark
Catching signals that sound in the dark
We will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain't moving now
They just lay there in their clouds
Two-headed boy
With pulleys and weights
Creating a radio played just for two
In the parlor with a moon across her face
And through the music he sweetly displays
Silver speakers that sparkle all day
Made for his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face
And in the dark we will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain't moving now
They just lay there in their clouds
Two-headed boy
There is no reason to grieve
The world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves
Left beneath Christmas trees in the snow
And I will take you and leave you alone
Watching spirals of white softly flow
Over your eyelids and all you did
Will wait until the point when you let go
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
OCCASIONALLY 1'S AND 0'S
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
A USERS GUIDE TO THE GRAVY
In case you're wondering what makes the gravy tick, just keep on wondering. This is in no way shape or form anything relating to what makes me tick, but rather, what gets me. Got it? Good.
Recently I came across something shiny and new. Quite the gem if I do say myself. It's gems like this that really start me up.
After spending a little time with said gem I had to wonder,
"Is there a specific formula to which the gems can subscribe that will get to me every time?"
You know, or actually you probably don't. Here's a short list:
Cute
Infectious smile
Fun
Sweet
Cute
Affectionate
A little crazy
Hot
Lovely
A beauty
Understanding
Adventurous
"Monkey-ish"
Silly
Down
Wonderful
Charismatic
Smart
Nice
Intelligent
Bright Eyed
Bushy Tailed
Smells like heaven
Tastes even better
Sparkly eyes
Excitable
Doll like
Something I want to eat
Fan of gravy
Slippy likes her
Trouble, the good kind...
So the formula I suppose would be: take above ingredients, mix with a bit of booze, toss in some laughs, pepper generously with awesome conversation. Mix thoroughly, set aside. Bake at high temperatures until center rises, remove from heat, rub with oil and see what happens. It smells good to me. I wonder how it will taste? I can only assume it's just what the Dr. ordered.
In case you're wondering what makes the gravy tick, just keep on wondering. This is in no way shape or form anything relating to what makes me tick, but rather, what gets me. Got it? Good.
Recently I came across something shiny and new. Quite the gem if I do say myself. It's gems like this that really start me up.
After spending a little time with said gem I had to wonder,
"Is there a specific formula to which the gems can subscribe that will get to me every time?"
You know, or actually you probably don't. Here's a short list:
Cute
Infectious smile
Fun
Sweet
Cute
Affectionate
A little crazy
Hot
Lovely
A beauty
Understanding
Adventurous
"Monkey-ish"
Silly
Down
Wonderful
Charismatic
Smart
Nice
Intelligent
Bright Eyed
Bushy Tailed
Smells like heaven
Tastes even better
Sparkly eyes
Excitable
Doll like
Something I want to eat
Fan of gravy
Slippy likes her
Trouble, the good kind...
So the formula I suppose would be: take above ingredients, mix with a bit of booze, toss in some laughs, pepper generously with awesome conversation. Mix thoroughly, set aside. Bake at high temperatures until center rises, remove from heat, rub with oil and see what happens. It smells good to me. I wonder how it will taste? I can only assume it's just what the Dr. ordered.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
BABYLON
Friday night I'm going nowhere
All the lights are changing green to red
Turning over TV stations
Situations running through my head
Well looking back through time
You know it's clear that I've been blind
I've been a fool
To ever open up my heart
To all that jealousy, that bitterness, that ridicule
Saturday I'm running wild
And all the lights are changing red to green
Moving through the crowd I'm pushing
Chemicals all rushing through my bloodstream
Only wish that you were here
You know I'm seeing it so clear
I've been afraid
To tell you how I really feel
Admit to some of those bad mistakes I've made
If you want it
Come and get it
Crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Babylon, Babylon
Sunday all the lights of London
Shining , Sky is fading red to blue
I'm kicking through the Autumn leaves
And wondering where it is you might be going to
Turning back for home
You know I'm feeling so alone
I can't believe
Climbing on the stair
I turn around to see you smiling there
In front of me
If you want it
Come and get it
Crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Babylon, Babylon, Babylon
Thursday, July 31, 2008
DISAPPOINTMENT IS A FEATHER IN YOUR CAP.
I have been a big fan of BECK, for quite some time, and I love to listen to the old shit. Yeah, I'm old, and like a fine wine, it just keeps getting better. Here's something or other...
You want the truth, so you can crush it in your hand...
there's no map, that could tell you where you are. You're in between things, that only go half way...
Place your bets at the door before you leave.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I STILL MISS SOMEONE
At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind Will come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone
I go out on a party
And look for a little fun
But I find a darkened corner
'Cause I still miss someone
Oh, no I never got over those blue eyes
I see them every where
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
I wonder if she's sorry
For leavin' what we'd begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone
Oh, no I never got over those blue eyes
I see them every where
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
I wonder if she's sorry
For leavin' what we'd begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE'VE BEEN PUBLISHED.
A good friend is sometimes, all you need. That good friend today is Carl Weiman, obscure scientist, and philanthropist extraordinaire. The mad man was kind enough to provide us with a review of the latest installment. Here it is, unabridged, in original form. We are proud to re-present the old soul window.
Dave Cook’s
“old soul window”, scanned painting/drawing
Review by Carl Weiman
Leonardo da Vinci observed that “The Eye is the Window of the Soul”, a beautiful metaphor that expresses both directions of the intimate flow our consciousness has with the outside world. We drink in the structure and beauty of our surroundings mainly through our vision, aiming it like a spotlight at the natural world. But communication goes in the other direction in face-to-face human contact. The self’s eye reads the intentions and emotions of the other’s eye as a window into the other’s soul, and of course vice versa. A huge distinction between us and animals is our sophisticated mental machinery for imagining and reflecting upon the mental states and intentions of our social counterparts. We build models of the people we are dealing with, and once crossing that boundary, models of their models of our models of …. etc. Inevitably then, we build models of ourselves for public presentation to be displayed in various roles according to our perception of the current stage. Negotiating a deal, convincing a partner or being convinced by one to take up an unexpected action, coercing a supplicant, pleading with a creditor, befriending a long-lost relative. Each has a different context and set of behaviors.
Neuroscientists have identified “mirror cells” in the brain which express these reflective functions of awareness. Sociopaths are purportedly diminished in this regard. All of the social activities of civilization including government, education, criminal justice, religion, art and agriculture involve intense reflective awareness of each other’s shifting roles within the hive of culture.
Mr. Cook’s work depicts the essence of the reflective frames of reference of the human soul, extracting away all content to lay naked the vessel and its unique nesting structure. Frames within frames, each an accurately proportioned image of its predecessor, but necessarily diminished and changed in small details by the subjective shrinking process. Like the successive images in the opposed mirrors of a barbershop. The simplicity of the frame shape and color, and absence of imagery within, focuses the viewer’s attention on the structure of the nesting, and puts the burden of responsibility for satisfaction of content-hunger directly on the viewer. The lack of hues emphasizes structure by eliminating any reliance on the color channel.
At the penultimate level, the spiral notebook is the outermost frame, startling the viewer with the fact that the regression is neither infinite nor anonymous. The artist is the ultimate outer frame, individual and idiosyncratic. All else is within his depicted imagination. But not quite! The ultimate framing level is the digitized image, conveniently used here as a method of communicating the image hundreds of miles away. But the with the side effects are that thousands can see it, and this image will remain intact long after the spiral notebook has disappeared.
A good friend is sometimes, all you need. That good friend today is Carl Weiman, obscure scientist, and philanthropist extraordinaire. The mad man was kind enough to provide us with a review of the latest installment. Here it is, unabridged, in original form. We are proud to re-present the old soul window.
Dave Cook’s
“old soul window”, scanned painting/drawing
Review by Carl Weiman
Leonardo da Vinci observed that “The Eye is the Window of the Soul”, a beautiful metaphor that expresses both directions of the intimate flow our consciousness has with the outside world. We drink in the structure and beauty of our surroundings mainly through our vision, aiming it like a spotlight at the natural world. But communication goes in the other direction in face-to-face human contact. The self’s eye reads the intentions and emotions of the other’s eye as a window into the other’s soul, and of course vice versa. A huge distinction between us and animals is our sophisticated mental machinery for imagining and reflecting upon the mental states and intentions of our social counterparts. We build models of the people we are dealing with, and once crossing that boundary, models of their models of our models of …. etc. Inevitably then, we build models of ourselves for public presentation to be displayed in various roles according to our perception of the current stage. Negotiating a deal, convincing a partner or being convinced by one to take up an unexpected action, coercing a supplicant, pleading with a creditor, befriending a long-lost relative. Each has a different context and set of behaviors.
Neuroscientists have identified “mirror cells” in the brain which express these reflective functions of awareness. Sociopaths are purportedly diminished in this regard. All of the social activities of civilization including government, education, criminal justice, religion, art and agriculture involve intense reflective awareness of each other’s shifting roles within the hive of culture.
Mr. Cook’s work depicts the essence of the reflective frames of reference of the human soul, extracting away all content to lay naked the vessel and its unique nesting structure. Frames within frames, each an accurately proportioned image of its predecessor, but necessarily diminished and changed in small details by the subjective shrinking process. Like the successive images in the opposed mirrors of a barbershop. The simplicity of the frame shape and color, and absence of imagery within, focuses the viewer’s attention on the structure of the nesting, and puts the burden of responsibility for satisfaction of content-hunger directly on the viewer. The lack of hues emphasizes structure by eliminating any reliance on the color channel.
At the penultimate level, the spiral notebook is the outermost frame, startling the viewer with the fact that the regression is neither infinite nor anonymous. The artist is the ultimate outer frame, individual and idiosyncratic. All else is within his depicted imagination. But not quite! The ultimate framing level is the digitized image, conveniently used here as a method of communicating the image hundreds of miles away. But the with the side effects are that thousands can see it, and this image will remain intact long after the spiral notebook has disappeared.
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