Watched Arrival tonight and I’m taking in the sadness of that film. It’s pretty heart-breaking and I’m curious about the short story. The movie is centered on Louise’s daughter and her death. The nonlinearness of the movie reminds me of something my two-year-old says. She says, “When I’m big and you’re little, I held you. I held you so tight. And I hold Mommy and when Grandma is little we all run.”
The first time she said something like this it struck me. There was something so beautiful and so sad in this idea. We’ll never be little children for her to play with or take care of. Time doesn’t allow us this flexibility of experience. We go forward. We move from today to tomorrow. Oh, to be a child and in your arms again.
“That’s my blood, not the deer’s,” said Eden Kloetzli, a senior at Washington College, in Maryland, as she gazed at the red liquid staining her palm. She and about a dozen other students were busy slicing and dicing four deer carcasses laid outside the school’s new archaeology laboratory. Making the task harder, the novice butchers were using tools that they had knapped themselves out of obsidian, basalt, and flint. ∞
Recently, I dug out my Wacom tablet and tried messing around with it. I bought it a few years ago for a design project and thought I’d use it more than I did. Digital drawing felt clunky too me and I was easily frustrated.
Basic sketch I made in Photoshop using the brush tool with pressure sensitive settings.
Colored areas with layers on top of the sketch and opacity between 40% and 60%.
The opacity is the same as the previous image, but this time the layers are underneath the sketch.
It seems like having the sketch on top of the colored areas provides more depth. Thoughts?
In a new book, “Irresistible: The Rise of Addictive Technology and the Business of Keeping Us Hooked,” the social psychologist Adam Alter warns that many of us — youngsters, teenagers, adults — are addicted to modern digital products. Not figuratively, but literally addicted. ∞
The Miniaturist is a transporting novel that explores large questions while showing us a world that is seemingly small. ∞
This was one of my favorite books as a kid. I remember puzzling over the bizarre and extremely detailed drawings again and again. The book slipped out of my memory for a while and didn’t re-enter until a conversation I had with my mom.
We were talking about children’s books in regard to my daughter. I ended up buying Who Needs Donuts online (thankfully it was re-printed in 2003). S— was also mesmerized by the artwork. We read it together last night. She wanted to know why the Sad Old Woman was so sad? Why the pigeons were part horse? Why did a bull run into a coffee tank? Why does Sam look like that? What are those people saying?
Each page brings more questions as you get drawn in to the frenetic intricacies. So, if you’re looking for a new kid’s book, check this one out. It’s great. For an interesting interview with the author / illustrator, read this.
I saw a couple of these photos on another website and they’re heartbreaking. They’re a reminder of how the United States violated its own citizens human rights. They show families and children forced out of their homes and communities. These photos offer a window into the current fears that some Americans are experiencing. The whole collection can be viewed online thanks to the University of California.
Byron, Calif.–Third generation of American children of Japanese ancestry in crowd awaiting the arrival of the next bus which will take them from their homes to the Assembly Center. — Photographer: Lange, Dorothea — Byron, California. 5/2/42
Hayward, Calif.–These people of Japanese ancestry are awaiting the special bus which will take them, and other evacuees, to the Tanforan Assembly Center. The father of this small family is attending to their luggage and bed rolls. They will spend the duration at a War Relocation Authority.–Photographer: Lange, Dorothea–Hayward, California. 5/8/42
Byron, Calif.–Youngsters in this family of Japanese ancestry, from a farm in Contra Costa County, await bus for assembly center at Turlock Fairgrounds, 65 miles away. Evacuees will be transferred later from assembly points to War Relocation Authority centers where they will spend the duration. — Photographer: Lange, Dorothea — Byron, California. 5/2/42
Hayward, Calif.–These people of Japanese ancestry are awaiting the special bus which will take them, and other evacuees, to the Tanforan Assembly Center. The father of this small family is attending to their luggage and bed rolls. They will spend the duration at a War Relocation Authority. — Photographer: Lange, Dorothea — Hayward, California. 5/8/42
Amidst the depressing news cycle it’s a joy to read this book to my daughter. Hopeful and connecting, it’s centered on love. I highly recommend it if you’re looking for a children’s book.
It’s not snowing. There’s no chance. It’s in the 50’s. And yet, I have this feeling that we could be home bound, secluded, the impression of an encompassing silence surrounding the world, our world.
And that world will be broadened with the birth of our daughter. It could happen any time now. We could wake up tomorrow and she may be born. We will return to our house. Hold her tight and let the world continue on without us for a few weeks.
My last departure from social media lasted a whole twenty-four hours. This time, I plan take a more extended break, assuming I can fight back the tiny endorphin release of seeing likes and notifications. However, I don’t want to completely lose touch with friends. So, if you feel like getting occassional emails from me about books, family, life in Arkansas, and whatever else comes along, sign-up. I’ll still post some things to my blog, but I’d like these emails to be geared more for friends and not any random person on the Internet.