::the learning curve::

"In a project called Faraway, designers at the Interaction Design Institute Ivrea in Italy looked at long-distance communication between loved ones who are physically distant, but emotionally close. The idea was to increase the sense of presence of a loved person across distance - but indirectly. The team explored what happens when gesture, expressions, heartbeat, breathing, and alpha and beta rhythm information are incorporated into long-distance communication via objects that pulse, glow, and murmur. The Faraway team used heat to help participants experience the warmth in one application, DistantOne: A sender activates a "bean" by touch that heats up and sends a signal to another bean, held by another person located at a distance, which also heats up. Another application, Heart, allows someone to share his or her heartbeat with another in a similar fashion."

--excerpt from "In the Bubble: Designing in a Complex World" by John Thackara.

optimism.

i was totally a skeptic about this documentary but after actually seeing it, i'm sold. i definitely still have some qualms and issues as i'm sure most people would but overall i think the message is a positive one and the family's year long challenge is endearing and thought-provoking at the very least.

::evening dust::

a humble abode.

burned out home. natrona, pa.

a little new york amour...

::wish me luck::

getting my stuff across country. oof, i have so much stuff. how does this happen??

::morning inspiration::

an afternoon affair

under pressure.

::morning inspiration::

::time zone mix-up::

last time in SF...all photos taken at california academy of sciences.

::time zone mix-up::

i'm feeling bitter-sweet about my move to Cali...excited to explore a new city and a new state and pursue a masters but sad to leave my friends in new york and my family on the east coast.

lately i've been reading burroughs and kerouac because their subject matter seems apropos right now. this passage from the dharma bums struck me as an especially lovely one:

"In Berkeley I was living with Alvah Goldbook in his little rose-covered cottage in the backyard of a bigger house on Milvia Street. The old rotten porch slanted forward to the ground, among vines, with a nice old rocking chair that I sat in every morning to read my Diamond Sutra. The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under and meditate on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world."

here's to new adventures and starry California nights...

::paz::

i'm pretty sure this is ripped out of an old issue of i-D.i just thought that it was a really beautiful spread with paz de la huerta.

::morning inspiration::

more images stumbled upon while packing up my room. probably from an old issue of Nylon.