Findings from Long Lost Word Documents #2

From my ENC1011 essay:  "Best Friend Theory" (2/14/2012)

"After these four years looking for the best friend theory, I finally rediscovered it. It simply repeats what my mother told me at the very beginning: “You can count your true best friends on the fingers of one hand”. It’s true, people around this small world will come and go in and out of your life, but just a tiny few will manage to stay forever. I was wrong about the concept “best friend” for almost three years. I just couldn’t recognize the gap between the words “friends” and “best friends”. But now I know. Even though I’ve lost a great quantity of friends during my life, I’m still grateful to them because no matter where they are or who they have turned out to be, they once influenced the person I am today... "

Craft - Skill - Artifice - Science - Workmanship - Knack

Here are some pictures of my creations from the web sculpture class I took this Spring semester. 

Interior and Exterior Project: MEANT TO BE

Wire Sculpture Project: BENDER OF THE WATERS

Repetition Project: CONIA ISLAND

Form and Function Project: BIRDBATH

Modeling Human Ear

Modeling Human Nose

Proportions and Gesture Project: CATWALK

Idea/Persona Project: HIS DREAM, MY CHILDHOOD

Environment and Installation Project: POURING MEMORIES

Kinetic and Sound Project: JEWEL VIBE

Final: FIREFLIES IN SPRING

Findings from Long Lost Word Documents (literally) #1

Happy Ending (Instrumental song by: Mika)

(CHORUS)

This is the way it ended

We’re not pretending

No hope, no love , no Glory

No happy ending.

Shakespeare wrote it this way,

We’re so sorry

Then live the rest of our lives,

With these two stories

Capulets and Montagues, fighting for their lives

Can’t get no love without sacrifice

Star-crossed lovers, passionate and blind

A little bit of heaven, and a little bit of hell

This is the saddest story that Shakespeare ever told

No hope, or love or glory

Happy endings gone forever more.

(CHORUS)

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This is the wait it ended

We’re not pretending

No hope, no love , no Glory

No happy ending.

On the Ides of March, Caesar was betrayed

Don’t trust his friends, backstabbed you’ll end

If we pretend that nothing ever went wrong, Caesar never died

And he could just carry on.

This is the bloodiest story that Shakespeare ever told

No hope, or love or glory

Happy endings gone forever more.

(CHORUS)

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This is the way it ended

We’re not pretending

No hope, no love , no Glory

No happy ending.

Lyrics by:

Dorianne Young

Andrea Rodríguez

Loraine Lu

Allison Henley

The Time It Takes To Fall

"So if all we have is that glance in the window. If all we have is till this train stops. If all we have is till the sun comes up, till your lift picks you up. And If all we have is till the day I die. I'm ok with what we have."

~I Wrote This for You

Le Petit Prince

Maybe you've never read it before, but I'm sure if you see this picture below you'll say: "Oh yeah, that's The Little Prince isn't it?" Well, I just happened to stumble across it on Facebook by chance and coincidence. Apparently it's already 70 years old, amazing right?  

( I DO NOT OWN THE IMAGE )

I read "El Principito" in 6th grade, but I don't remember a single thing about the story. I was never interested in any book or novel I had to read in school. You see, there was something about school novels that just repelled me away. I remember when the teachers called our names in alphabetical order and handed us 3 to 4 books: the Spanish grammar book and the novels we had to read throughout the whole year. From those bunch of books, I would only use one: the typical "Mensajes" Spanish grammar book (and just because I had to). Novels instead, never had a good future. You would always find a couple or more hidden and forgotten behind the lockers having a nice cup of coffee with the dirty old lab coats and dust itself. 

Well, now I'm pretty sure teachers chose those novels for a good and worthy reason. Unfortunately, we were too-cool-for-school to think they were actually cool. Maybe, I will come back to them in the future, who knows... In the end, the most valuable reads are the ones you want to read because you want to, not because you have to. 

So, I came back to this little novel and decided to read it in French, its mother language. And right now I'm in the fourth chapter and this quote really caught my attention. It goes like this: 

"Les grandes personnes aiment les chiffres. Quand vous leur parlez d'un nouvel ami, elles ne vous questionnent jamais sur l'essentiel. Elles ne vous disent jamais: "Quel est le son de sa voix? Quels sont les jeux qu'il préfère? Est-ce qu'il collectionne les papillons?" Elles vous demandent: "Quel âge a-t-il? Combien a-t-il de frères? Combien pèse-t-il? Combien gagne son père?" Alors seulement elles croient le connaître. Si vous dites aux grandes personnes: "J'ai vu une belle maison en briques roses, avec des géraniums aux fenêtres et des colombes sur le toit..." elles ne parviennent pas à s'imaginer cette maison. Il faut leur dire: "J'ai vu une maison de cent mille francs." Alors elles s'écrient: "Comme c'est joli!"

which translates: 

"If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand: "How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?" Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.

If you were to say to the grown-ups: "I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof," they would not be able to get any idea of that house at all. You would have to say to them: "I saw a house that cost $20,000." Then they would exclaim: "Oh, what a pretty house that is!"

What do you think?  True or not? 

Merci beaucoup Antoine de Exupéry