Friday, February 26, 2010

Something different (but contoversial)


Out of curiosity, I recently did a Google image search for the infamous 2012 London Olympics logo. I had heard about it from my wife, who described it as “Lisa Simpson giving head.” Evidently this design has sparked a lot of criticism. Here is the quote from the design firm, Wolff Olins, who after several years and nearly $100K unveiled the logo.

Wolff Olins creative director Patrick Cox claimed that “Its design is intentionally raw, it doesn’t… ask to be liked very much. It was meant to provoke a response, like the little thorn in the chair that gets you to breathe in, sit up and take notice.”

There are plenty of things that get our attention as we stumble through life. I notice dog feces on the sidewalk, especially if it smells strongly. This evokes a response and emotions. I step around with disgust, and anger at the owners who allowed it to be in a shared public space. I’m not sure, but I don’t think that similar responses were desired by the Olympic Planning Committee who will emblazon this logo on everything from uniforms, to souvenir programs and clothing.
You may think me a bit harsh, but there is an old stereotype we have all seen of the Nouveau Rich, yet uneducated rube, (typically portrayed on screen as a Texas oil millionaire,) who upon looking at some modernistic painting comments “I may not know art, but I know what I like.” This person is then looked at scornfully by people who, we are told, are much more sophisticated and educated. The joke is that we should then dismiss this moneyed but crude person, and the lesson; that money doesn’t buy taste. Having seen many a mega yacht with a hideous interior, (and often exterior,) design, I could easily be led to identify with this stereotype. After reading the blogs critiquing and defending the Lisa Simpson/ Olympic Logo, I think deconstruction of this scenario is called for.
In 2012, the world will tune in to the London Olympics, and if this logo survived we will see it in every screenshot of Olympians either soaring to new heights, or crushed by performances falling short of the podium. The stories behind these athletes embody all that is good and altruistic, (or sometimes the opposite,) in human achievement. As members of the human race, we will all identify with something or someone in those arenas. Don’t we all then collectively have the right to demand a high standard for the imagery associated with these events?
Images evoke emotions, associations leading to memories, and prompt us to take action. Whether it is the decision to change or not change the channel, read or toss aside a magazine, buy or not buy a product, or simply the quality of those experiences, images are powerful. As consumers of pop culture our responses are measured in sales and ratings, but if there is a monopoly on that product, like the Olympics, the quality of that event is left to the whim of the Planning Committee. I say as consumers we are justified in feeling indignant if we think that an element of that product does not live up to the high ideals embodied in the event.
So I say that if we the public start feeling like that Texas oil millionaire, it’s time to throw the elitist snob’s out on their behind.
Here is a comment by one of the defender’s of the logo. They say the best defense is a good offense, so pay close attention to the language this “design professional” uses. I hope you see the irony:

Beauty is inherently elitist. It is full of rules and codes shared and acquainted only by the initiated. Beauty for being mysterious and enigmatic because no one knows it and when you grasp it, someone else tells you "you are so last season"... well, the TV shot beauty and MySpace and globalization finally killed it.Is this really such a loss? I don't think so. Aesthetics will always be used to separate people so you can bet on a next hype of orthodox old graphic design, and also to create desire out of pure void so it'll be cheap and fun (like it's always been). But if ugliness, postmodernism and democratization are the way to do those things so be it, I'm going to love every second of this trend. Orthodox graphic design doesn't have any sense of humor and has led to a boring generation of young graphic designers (the ones who praise Pentagram) that made dissidence (a.k.a. creativity) almost impossible, our very own artistic mix of state police and royal absolutists.My closing thoughts: F..k Vignelly, f..k Pentagram and f..k Paul Rand... we may differ on our appreciation of their quality and contribution but I think we can all agree that THEY ARE BORING. We can still learn from them but, we better have fun with our jobs and stop referencing the past.Viva lo feo!Dani R

First of all, beauty is hard to define, but it can be measured. Many amazing scientific studies on what is and isn’t beautiful, or when discussing fellow humans, what is or isn’t sexually attractive, have come out in recent years. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but these studies show it is a lot less arbitrary than that. Beauty can truly be measured, quantified, and defined. What cannot be quantified are trends, and to some extent fashion. These are subject to the whims of society, but there are some underlying universal truths. Anorexic tan blondes may be the trend, but symmetry and proportion is still universal, and thus they are symmetrically anorexic and proportionately blonde.
Just as questions of ethics and human behavior bring controversy, so do these ideas of beauty and design. On the latter you have conservative religion and secular psychology on two ends of the spectrum. The religious types would scoff at psychological studies, and tell you we shouldn’t even attempt to study it scientifically; have faith, they have all the answers and will share them with you if you join them. The secularists would say much of the human experience can be measured and explained, and that those ideas belong to all of us. It is my opinion that the art world: the gallery owners, fashion magazine editors, designers, etc. are the high priests, bishops, popes of fashion. They want to dictate our tastes to us through their hierarchy, worship in their stores, and pretend that they have not spent many fortunes hiding evidence contradicting them in their vaults, and ridiculing the heretics that dare question them.

Which brings us back to the Lisa Simpson/ Olympics logo.
If you define yourself by what you are not, then you are giving creditability to that which you seek to escape. Like the punk rock kid's who were trying to be individuals, but all end up looking like they are wearing uniforms (albeit leather with safety pins and anarchy patches) because they were trying so hard to be different that they let what they aren't projecting define what they were. "Devil worshippers" give credibility to Christians by accepting their argument that if you aren't following God's rules you must be a follower of Satan.
If these designers were truly groundbreaking, redefining how we communicate, then they wouldn't spend so much time trying to create contrast to what they were not.

An old saying is, "If a student hasn't learned, a teacher hasn't taught." Taking the same analogy, one can measure quantitatively how much a viewer has retained after being exposed to an attempt to communicate. Show me a study comparing what the creator intended vs. how much the viewer retained in both the traditional, and the new formats, and I might pay attention. I suspect that the latter would prevail, and therefore one could prove quantitatively that the communicator had failed.
If I wanted to listen to a rambling drunk who never got to the point, I would got to the bar, and not read Henry Miller. If I wanted to look at random shapes and bright colors with no intent or meaning, I would give some monkeys some fluorescent paint to throw at the wall with their poo.

Monday, February 22, 2010

End the Winter of Discontent.....

I continue this evening as I have for the last week. Watching the Olympics. I watch these people do what I will never do. Somehow, just because they are from my country, I can feel proud. It's weird. It also keeps me up too late at night. I'll be happy and sad when it's over. Can't wait to see how the men's hockey works out.....I just can't believe we could actually beat the Canucks in their own house. Doesn't seem fair.

The work continues, and we move closer to a signed-around agreement on the boat. Taking the kids in to get their passports tomorrow. We want to take a trip up to Vancouver for Spring Break to see Fifer. I know what it means for me--time to start cleaning! lol.

I don't have much to say tonite, just cleaning, working, getting things ready to go...same-old-same-old.

We haven't been able to get out and see people lately. I miss some folks...but on the other hand--we're well rested, catching up with things around here and finally getting over the dreaded flu.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Bits and Pieces.....

Today was all about work. Trying to get the1970 VW bus ready to sell. I'm dragging myself around doing all these things to prepare, but what I really should be doing is sleeping...I've got some nasty plague. I can't seem to relax, though, so I just keep moving. Getting things done feels good, so I keep on keeping on.
The boat purchase is progressing as well. Vince has contacted the boatyard where the boat is docked to tell them of our intent. He has also looked into all the ins-and-outs of getting the boat from Canada to the U.S. It's as complicated as you'd like to imagine. It will also cost us more money. Not a lot, but a couple of thousand dollars. Also, discovered that it's imperative to have the engines (which are currently in heated storage) installed in the boat before coming across the border. Apparently the EPA wouldn't allow them to come over to the the U.S. It doesn't make any difference if they are antique (which they are, 1926) or not. Good things to know. Due diligence. This boat won't cost us a lot of money, but any investment we make needs to be looked after well. Can't afford to make mistakes.
I'd really like to get the house sold in fairly short order. I realize that the boat is do-able without selling the place, but to me it seems like too much to juggle. I also think that emotionally we are one foot out the door already. It's like we made the decision and though it was seemingly sudden, it really wasn't. This was a long time coming. I'm ready.
I'm in the process of making the sacrifices necessary to make the move to Fifer possible. Selling my horse this weekend was a HUGE step for me. Lacey isn't just a horse, she's a dear, dear friend to me. When I bought her 8 years ago I had no idea how she would impact my life, how much I would grow to love her. I have no idea what happened to her in her previous life. I know that she was extremely well-trained--she can be ridden either English of Western, and she was quick and responsive to every touch. Unfortunately, I think she was also abused. When I got her, you couldn't touch her head. Not at all. She'd freak out, spook, rear back. It was terrible. Someone beat her severely. You could load her in a trailer--at your own risk. She freaked out at that, too. She'd get this crazy look in her eyes. If you know horses, you'll know what I'm talking about--complete disconnect. Just gone, There was no reasoning with her. After 8 years, she has grown to trust, and love. The little girl who will ride her now will know the joys of this love because she and I had the time to learn to trust each other. She has none of the fearfulness that she did when I got her. I'm sad that she isn't my horse anymore, but I'm happy that she will have a better home because of the time we spent together. It made me sad today when I looked down into her beautiful, rolling pasture. You can still see her favorite places to spend time..little worn out spots amidst the lush green. I'll miss that girl. She will always have a special place in my heart. She did as much for me as I did for her....she was a friend, not a pet. I'll miss our talks. I know it sounds crazy, but she listened. It felt like she understood. And accepted. Not too many friends like that in the world.
Selling Lacey is how to gauge my emotional commitment to this life-change. I'm completely in it. Having a horse was a dream from the time I was tiny. It took me until I was in the 30's to fulfill that dream. Now dreams are changing .Evolving, I guess. Now I dream of traveling to exotic ports of call with the people I love most. I dream of lounging on Fifer on beautiful summer days. I dream of sailing Gullmar around the Puget Sound, sailing her in the way she should be sailed--hard and fast. Life is good. Bring it on.......

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Time is a Four-Letter Word.....

Never seem to have enough time. I should sit down and write more, but I always seem to find something "more important." I apologize for that. I'll try to be better about keeping up-to-date.

Lots has happened. We did go up and see the boat in Canada. She is a 1928 Hoffar-Beeching 68 ft. yacht. She needs a lot of work, but she is sound. The engines have been completely rebuilt, and are sitting in a tire shop in Vancouver. The guy who owns it is an intriguing individual. He is a chain-smoking (Oo, my FAVORITE) and I believe "hard-drinking" may also apply. The boat is in it's present state because of him. About 10 yrs ago he ran it into some rocks and ripped some holes into the bottom (all of which has been repaired). He seems to have gotten behind with things, having torn everything out of the boat in order to deal with the sinking of the boat. Everything has been removed. Some bits here, some bits there--some bits will have to be remade. Peeling paint, leaking roof, decks needing sealing. He has done none of it. Maybe it's just time for a new prespective, time for him to be out and us to be in. There is no shortage of work on the boat--and there is no shortage of work here, either. I'm a bit overwhelmed, truth be told.

Add to that changes at Vince's work, trying to get things sold or given away, cleaned up, sort and scrap. It's a whole lot to be looking squarely in the face, but I'm coping. Make small goals everyday, and don't get overwhelmed. It's a clever balancing act. Some days are better than others for me. My goal right now is getting the cars we want to sell cleaned up and ready. We have the 1970 VW camper bus, 1962 Mercedes 220 SEB coupe and the 1957 oval window bug. They should keep me pretty busy for the next couple of days.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Pragmatic Optimist

Often people will argue that if you look at the world optimistically, that you have rose colored glasses, are unrealistic, or otherwise not grounded in reality. They will explain that they are not being pessimistic, but are pragmatic, or realists. In my opinion, viewing the world in this way limits our ability to see the possibilities.
I recently had dinner with a friend I had not seen in many years. We immediately connected, and had a great conversation. When Carrie and I got home Carrie remarked that he looked the same as he had ten years ago, and I remember having the same impression as soon as I saw him walk in. So why is it that some people continue to appear youthful, while we are shocked by how much others have appeared to age?
While we were dining and talking, I remembered what had always made me feel a kinship to this person. He was engaging, truly interested in what we had done and why, and very forthcoming with his own experiences and motivations, but above all else, he was upbeat, and some would say, optimistic. We talked about children, wives, jobs, hobbies, and generally got caught up. You could tell he studiously avoided dwelling on anything negative about the ex, co-workers or others in his life he clearly did not hold in high regard. He was truly happy with the relationships he was building with the women in his life, his wife and daughters and was, dare I say, optimistic about the future. It is my opinion that a positive attitude, an active lifestyle, and choosing partners that are also positive and supportive, is the key to being, and looking youthful.
I’m sure that if one could prove such a theory, this alone would be a compelling reason to approach the world with a sense of optimism. Getting carded well into your thirties, or let’s say, getting invited to the Playboy Mansion solely on your appearance when you were forty are blessings few people would turn down. There is however a simpler and more fundamental reason. As I discussed in my blog on “Scarcity versus Plenty,” we are often limited not by the resources not available to us, but more often by our inability to see what is possible with the resources we already have. Not dwelling on the impossible, and being able to see past it to the often not so obvious possible is what separates the followers from the leaders. With a sense of optimism, you are open to the possibility that there may still be a positive outcome possible, regardless of how bleak the prospects look currently. With a sense of pessimism, you may have already decided that given the current situation, there is no happy ending. Being pragmatic is facing the facts, and then making realistic decisions about how to proceed, which can be done either pessimistically or optimistically. Even if the pessimists are right, at least you were open to the win-win, and can approach the setback with a happier attitude.
I have always said that if you don’t try, you are guaranteed failure, and the answer to something not asked for is almost always no. If you are looking for the possible you cannot become too focused on the impossible.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Keep on Truckin'......

Today I didn't accomplish a ton of manual labor. I did finish the taxes--took me about an hour from start to finish. Because of the kids going to college (Ben last year) we get money back. Yay....anytime you get money back from the government it's a good thing.

I have to say, even though we are moving at a break-neck pace, getting to the point we have everything gone that is going to go will be a serious relief. I wish that process would could move faster sometimes. It's like we made the decision to make this incredible life-changing move, but there is so much work to do before we can get there. I think about the fact that it took 15 years (more, actually--some of it came here with us) to collect all of this stuff. It will take time to dispatch it all. The fact that we are willing to say goodbye to all of it is miracle enough. The realization that it's all just "stuff" that is holding us back from achieving our dreams. Baby steps....when I want to RUN! I have to remember that this is a marathon, not a sprint. Still, I keep thinking about the freedom we will have and all I want to do is climb the wall and make a run for it.

This coming weekend we are heading up to Canada to see the boat we are thinking of purchasing. Maybe this will be a welcome break. Get away from everything and come back Monday refreshed and ready to take on the work again.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Saying Goodbye to Burdensome Encumberances...

This weekend has been a busy one. I said goodbye to one of my favorite cars. Sad about that, to some extent. It has to happen, though. Too many cars. This Mercedes was a great car. Reliable. I used it as an "estate car" hauling hay and feed to the farm. Posts for fences, all measure of things of farm-y importance. Recently it has served as a vehicle to haul tons and tons of stuff to charity. I'll have to use the truck for that now. Still, seeing it go today was *a bit* sad. It had been a great car, and in the nice weather it had a sunroof to open and let the very rare "Washington State sunshine" in. Still more to go. We've decided to sell the very first car we ever bought together--a white 1962 Mercedes 220 SEB Coupe. I love this car, too....we brought Ben home from the hospital in it--and when he was a toddler, he liked to go inside it and pretend to drive. I have to admit I was a little worried that he would follow in our footsteps and be auto-obsessed, too. It's not a curse you would wish on anyone.
Now that we are purging I am able to really observe what these cars mean to me, after collecting all these years. I've reached a breaking point. I see that they are great cars, they hold memories for me. I also see that they all need work. When you have as many as vehicles as we do, the work-list piles up. Add other interests in life and it just goes out the window. There was just no way to juggle the house that needed remodeling, a huge piece of acreage that needed grooming, the labors of a farm (animals, upkeep), children, boats--and countless other crazy pursuits. There's just no time to deal with multiple cars, even if they have value (which they do). Vince has even decided to sell the 1957 Oval window Bug....before any of you get all excited, we have a friend who gets first right of refusal, and knowing how he appreciates wonderful things, he may very well embrace the little thing. It's as cute, well, as a Bug! These decisions aren't easy, but life is changing, and we are finding that our old way of looking at things just doesn't fit anymore. Time to move on. New life is waiting.

This brings me to the next thing on the menu. I have found something happening with this purging process that I didn't expect at all. I have been questioning EVERYTHING, including my friendships/relationships I have with other people. I have a tendency to give, give, give in relationships, and ask nothing in return. Sometimes I don't even ask for respect. Well, that has been my policy. Up until now. The way I see it, big life changes call everything into question. I am seeing my own shortcomings--and the shortcomings of the people around me. This is making me less tolerant of any bullshit. I'm done trying to "make" relationships work. Sure, I'll put in my time, but if all I ever get in return is lack of respect I'll have to say "pass." I want people in my life who are considerate, loving, selfless and honest in their dealings with me. A person doesn't necessarily have to be a Saint (I'd rather they not be-lol), but they have to have love at their core--and be willing to share it. It is my belief that people can change in time, but if someone puts no effort forth at all to become a better person then again, I say "pass." Maybe time will do people good...for them, trust will come eventually....this path is their own. Surrounding themselves with more fucked up people who give them positive affirmations about how awesome they are is not self-improvement. Part of being a friend to someone is giving and recieving constructive criticism, and being able to take it--on both sides. I guess it just boils down to the fact that I've decided to place more importance on the people we bring into our lives. It's time to take responsibility for it, not just sit back and wonder why I have negative energy around when I invited it in in the first place. Also, I have to say that these aren't bad people, just not people I can have in my life. Making changes, that is what this is all about.

On the upside, now that I have been moving farther down this road of change I see different people gravitating towards me. Vince and I are thrilled with the people we have in our life right now, and we are looking forward to many happy boating adventures in the future. Our true friends prodded us into action in this life-change. They are the people who challenge us, and push us out of our comfort zone. Change is never easy. Re-accessing your life and prioritizing isn't easy. The end result will be worth it.