Graphic designer and Texty-Illustrator Lauren Hom takes the lovely little lies we tell ourselves every day and turns them into art. She calls them her ‘Daily Dishonesty’ and makes sweet…
Month: February 2013
The “We Saw Your Boobs” song at this week’s Oscars was the final nail in the coffin of decency for me. Seth MacFarlane and his smirking delivery of a litany of breast exposure in movies, by actresses who were in the audience (and one assumes in the know) had me flabbergasted. I actually couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was like watching a nine-year old boy say ‘titty.. titty.. titty…’ over and over to get attention.
It wasn’t clever and it wasn’t funny.
Then Seth accosted Sally Field back stage. Dressed as the Flying Nun, he persuaded her to run off with him for sex. Which she did. What the hell Sally? Is this what you think you are worth?
When McFarlane got to his pathetic little joke about Quvenzhané Wallis (the nine-year old Best Actress nominee for “Beasts of the Southern Wild”) and George Clooney sleeping together in 16 years time … I had to shut the show down. But not before I saw the fleeting look of disgust on Clooney’s face. He may be a commitment phobe – but he is a gentleman.
It’s not often that radio reduces me to tears. In fact, the last time was about 16 years ago when, driving to a yoga class, I happened to catch David Sedaris reading, in his trademark whinny high-pitched voice, his essay on being an elf in a large department store at Christmas. It made me laugh so uncontrollably, tears streaming down my cheeks so copiously, I feared for my safety.
Typically, I will turn the radio on while I drive and my attention will wander in and out: the main news at the top of the hour, an occasional song that will draw me in but, mostly, it’s background noise for my thoughts. But a few days ago I experienced a moment of grace, while whizzing down I-10 at 7 am. A 2 minute interview, part of the StoryCorps series, between a mother and daughter, came on.
Two bits of news amused me about the Oscars this year – one that they are now officially going to be called “The Oscars” rather than the Academy Awards (I…
How would you like to grow into a tree after you die?
You don’t find many hip, happening product designers working in the funeral business. But Catalan artist Gerard Moline has been thinking about creative ways for us to add to this world as we leave it. He has combined the romantic notion of life after death with an eco-solution to the dirty business of the actual transition or disposal. And come up with the Bios Urn, a completely biodegradable urn that contains a tree seed.
During one of our now customary Thursday beach walks, I mentioned to my friend Marie my idea to do a post on LA street art, and that I had to start driving around with a camera. What followed left me slightly speechless: Marie rattled off names and locations of murals all over the city, names and websites of graffiti artists and I felt I was walking next to a living catalogue of graffiti art. Back in her office, she sent me dozens and dozens of photos she has been taking over the last few months, a compendium on who is “dirtying” LA walls everywhere (for which I am forever grateful, sparing me miles and gas).
The reason I was surprised is that Marie’s job, when she is not snapping around town, is Conservator of Antiquities.
“Instinctively , we reach out for attractive things; beauty literally moves us…”
says Lance Hosey in his article “Why we love beautiful things”. Apparently scientific studies clearly show that our brain is wired to instruct our hands to move towards anything we perceive as beautiful. No surprise there for us … it certainly explains our Prada obsession. But what stops us actually taking everything we see as being beautiful and making it our own? Is it frugality or a lack of finance? And for some people – does this hard-wiring turn into obsession and become compulsive buying?
In our Sunday Skype-chats, sofagirl and I pondered Hosey’s contention. And decided that thought is worth a post of its own another time. Meantime, we wondered;” if money was no issue, what five objects would we each pull from our dreams into our every day?” And here’s where that thought took us:
I wasn’t prepared for the statistics I heard at “Heart Disease and Stroke”, a presentation by St. John’s Health Center in Santa Monica, CA. What drew me to attend was a piece of information I’d read that women’s symptoms for heart attacks are different from men’s. That surprised me and I wanted to know more.
Let’s get the figures out of the way first:
- while 40 to 60% of women are concerned about dying of breast cancer, only 4% do,
- but 53% of us will die from a cardiovascular disease.
- even more frightening, 63% of women who die of a heart attack had no previous symptoms.
- plus we tend to suffer from such episodes later in life
- and, once we do, the effects are more devastating and our subsequent life span shorter than for men.
There are few things in life that don’t disappoint. TED talks is a stand out: delivering exciting, stimulating, interesting new perspectives on just about everything under the sun. And some…