30 April 2008
Cacao supply, children...
"Childhood is both a construct and a luxury good, available only to children of adults who earn sufficient livelihoods for their families as a whole." Read more.
27 April 2008
How My Family is and How to be more successful in 2 paragraphs or so, for Angela Nardiello
First of all, I had a great nap today. It was dreamy... so nice. I woke up to soup on the table.
You ask, I tell. Dancing is like art and dancing is an art and dancing is art but not if you're smoking and drinking on a Saturday night for just so. Drunk art isn't art, fuck that. But it can be. Don't let me be the arbiter on this one. What I do really know is this: If you like it, if it feels good, and it feels right, adopt a corporate catch phrase and just do it. Ahem, My family is so beautiful. I hung out today with mum and dad and my sister, Urszula, and her exceptionally wonderful son, my nephew, Tyrus. Tyrus has deep blue eyes from my father, I think. His brown hair is light brown, a glowing dark blonde, nothing dirty about it. He is deeply interested in all things with big wheels and painted yellow: diggers, excavators, trucks; his favourite are cranes. I credit his preference to his exceeding intelligence because he obviously has an affinity for ideas beyond brute force. He seems to understand lifting, as the surpassing of this primordial law that makes even flesh fall, and stretching towards the heaven is one step from flying and one stair step from being angelic. He doesn't pronounce the R in crane very well and when he sees one (and he sees many because Toronto is constantly under construction) he yells out KWAYNE! You can't help but smile at his budding wit when he points at the cranes and says "I wanna see dat!" He's a great joy to play with. I tease him a lot about what is his and what isn't, to his mother's dismay, but he laughs when I do it and I like it and oh, you'd love him Angela, you would, because he's so easy to fall in love with.
The second part of this much delayed response addresses your second question:
1. Read "The Library of Babel" by Jorge Louis Borges and from it...
2. Decide that you can't know everything and focus on what success is for you and let it be your new modus operandi. Obsess on it. And then realize that...
3. You have this thing inside you called "joy". Bring it to any table you may have the pleasure pulling up a chair to, resting your elbows upon, tapping your finger tips on, eating food from, dancing on top of and let joy unfold it's warm magic... voila.
I hope that helps.
I'm happy to have the chance to share this with you, you've asked great questions. I would have loved to share this with you over brunch. I miss you lots and lots, send me your mailing address, okay? Until then, I am
yours affectionately,
tonik
You ask, I tell. Dancing is like art and dancing is an art and dancing is art but not if you're smoking and drinking on a Saturday night for just so. Drunk art isn't art, fuck that. But it can be. Don't let me be the arbiter on this one. What I do really know is this: If you like it, if it feels good, and it feels right, adopt a corporate catch phrase and just do it. Ahem, My family is so beautiful. I hung out today with mum and dad and my sister, Urszula, and her exceptionally wonderful son, my nephew, Tyrus. Tyrus has deep blue eyes from my father, I think. His brown hair is light brown, a glowing dark blonde, nothing dirty about it. He is deeply interested in all things with big wheels and painted yellow: diggers, excavators, trucks; his favourite are cranes. I credit his preference to his exceeding intelligence because he obviously has an affinity for ideas beyond brute force. He seems to understand lifting, as the surpassing of this primordial law that makes even flesh fall, and stretching towards the heaven is one step from flying and one stair step from being angelic. He doesn't pronounce the R in crane very well and when he sees one (and he sees many because Toronto is constantly under construction) he yells out KWAYNE! You can't help but smile at his budding wit when he points at the cranes and says "I wanna see dat!" He's a great joy to play with. I tease him a lot about what is his and what isn't, to his mother's dismay, but he laughs when I do it and I like it and oh, you'd love him Angela, you would, because he's so easy to fall in love with.
The second part of this much delayed response addresses your second question:
1. Read "The Library of Babel" by Jorge Louis Borges and from it...
2. Decide that you can't know everything and focus on what success is for you and let it be your new modus operandi. Obsess on it. And then realize that...
3. You have this thing inside you called "joy". Bring it to any table you may have the pleasure pulling up a chair to, resting your elbows upon, tapping your finger tips on, eating food from, dancing on top of and let joy unfold it's warm magic... voila.
I hope that helps.
I'm happy to have the chance to share this with you, you've asked great questions. I would have loved to share this with you over brunch. I miss you lots and lots, send me your mailing address, okay? Until then, I am
yours affectionately,
tonik
14 April 2008
Tino Sehgal
I could write a whole thesis paper on Tino Sehgal but it's better to let him talk about it.Image: ICA
02 April 2008
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