Category Archives: Musings

My Life According to Muse

I was instructed to use only song titles from ONE ARTIST/BAND/COMPOSER and answer
the following questions and pass it on to people. Somehow, in my usual haste and carelessness, I had read “use lyrics from one song” and answered accordingly (I know I have difficulty following instructions, sigh). I still like the answers – the song is Falling Away with You from the album Absolution:

Pick your Artist:
MUSE

Are you a male or female:
MAYBE I JUST MISUNDERSTOOD…

Describe yourself:
STAYING AWAKE TO CHASE A DREAM

How do you feel:
I THINK OUR LIVES HAVE JUST BEGUN

Describe where you currently live?
MEMORIES I WILL NEVER FIND

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
ALL OF THE LOVE WE LEFT BEHIND

Your favorite form of transportation:
THE AIR YOUR ARE BREATHING IN

Your best friend is:
IN SPITE OF WHATEVER YOU BECOME

You and your best friends are:
WATCHING OUR FLASHBACKS INTERTWINE

What’s the weather like:
TASTING THE AIR

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
I HOPE I WON’T FORGET A THING

What is life to you:
NOTHING WILL EVER STAY THE SAME

Your relationship:
MOMENTS OF HAPPINESS IN BLOOM

What is the best advice you have to give:
FORGET THAT RECKLESS THING TURNED ON

Thought for the Day:
I CAN’T REMEMBER

How I would like to die:
FALLING AWAY WITH YOU

My soul’s present condition:
CRUMBLING AWAY

My motto:
MAKING THE SAME MISTAKES AGAIN

My Life According to Muse, Second round (Song titles).

Friends have told me that I cheated and the first round. So here’s the second round, all à la règle:

Pick your Artist:

MUSE

Are you a male or female:
YES PLEASE

Describe yourself:
PLUG-IN BABIES

How do you feel:
SPIRAL STATIC

Describe where you currently live?
MAP OF THE PROBLEMATIQUE

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
APOCALYPSE, PLEASE

Your favorite form of transportation:
STARLIGHT

Your best friend is:
ETERNALLY MISSED

You and your best friends are:
SING FOR ABSOLUTION

What’s the weather like:
GLORIOUS/HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
BEDROOM ACOUSTICS

What is life to you:
TIME IS RUNNING OUT

Your relationship:
CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU

What is the best advice you have to give:
DO WE NEED THIS?

Thought for the Day:
PLEASE LET ME GET WHAT I WANT

How I would like to die:
BLACKOUT

My soul’s present condition:
COMA

The tale of Psyche and Eros

http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/cupid.html

Having lost love, relatedness, and creativity, Psyche (the soul) is in despair. Its mission now is to rely on perception, cleverness, courage, and determination  to fulfill the four tasks (assigned by Venus), each accomplished by some split-off part of the soul’s nature. This is how we survive when eros is lost to us. Without love, we are clever, calculating, cold, and distant. Without the soul, Eros is meaningless sensual energy. But we survive…

Freedom

Work will not set you free. Education will not set you free. Money and status will not set you free. Your therapist will not set you free.

The only thing that you can do to realize that you ARE free is if you de-hypnotize yourself from believing that somebody/thing will set you free and begin breathing the freedom that you have been depriving yourself of.

You might just like it. If not, you can always return to holding your breath in.

Currently reading picture book:
Red Light: Inside the Sex Industry
By Sylvia Plachy
Release date: June, 1996

Meditation #1: Love is

Love is that state of being before and beyond all conceptualizations.  The minute you ask how much that person makes, or if he or she is married, you have already moved out of that state. Love has become a concept.

In that sense, it is very much like a religious illumination – direct, pure, and  irrevocably joyful. You know it has always been that strange and familiar part of you; it’s a recognition of home in yourself.

Different schools of Buddhism disagree on how we achieve illumination, just as none of us can agree on what love is. Some think of it as a winding path of constant positive effort: doing good deeds, reciting the scriptures, chanting mantras, and inch by inch approach illumination by devotion. In Chinese, it’s called漸悟, or gradual illumination. Others contend that illumination comes at us at the most unsuspected moment, when a receptive mind is suddenly triggered by mind maps whose dots we are unable to connect by common sense. This is called sudden illumination, or 頓悟.

This is love at first sight.

How do you know if you’ve reached illumination, or experienced true love?

Or do you start to see the futility of your questions?

Currently reading :
The Complete Book of Shaolin: Comprehensive Program for Physical, Emotional, Mental and Spiritual Development
By Wong Kiew Kit
Release date: 01 May, 2002

Super Brains

Today as I was walking back from my driving class (yes, I let my licence expire and am getting a French licence this summer), I thought about what would happen when the chemistry of love provokes, even momentarily, two super brains to fuse into one and work towards a common end.

I don’t even dare to think of it. The thought makes me shudder with joy and terror. Perhaps only death could follow…

Ok, back to the 3-dimensional world. Sorry if I scared you all – I kind of scared myself.

I tilt for you

On the edge of perceptibility,
Subcutaneous tickles -
I exchange my brightest hair ribbon for a soft kiss,
I tilt recklessly for you.

Each day I get a mili-inch closer,
No need to push further -
Both you and I know,
I tilt at a dizzying angle.

We sit next to the kitchen table,
As I watch you chop the water spinach -
At the rim of sharpness,
I tilt to cut through…

© Post-Modern China Doll

Currently reading :
Chimpanzee Politics: Power and Sex among Apes
By Frans de Waal
Release date: By 10 April, 2000

Triangle Relations

Wireless is faithless, and I’ve just gotten myself back on the Wifi network. Mom was here for about 9 days, which was short and long. That was true for both of us. We’re the only surviving members of our nucleus family of three. When Daddy Doll was alive, we had this powerful bond that seemed to exclude the rest of the family, i.e. Mommy.

Triangle relationships are very fascinating. My life seems to be full of these: Mommy, Daddy and I; me and my twin male cousins whom I loved and hated by turn, and with whom I formed and broke pacts; me and my “wife” back in boarding school, and the “daughter” we adopted (and sometimes tried to get rid of), and the resulting threesome “wedding portrait” at the local photographer’s. It is still the oddest piece of souvenir from my pubescent years.

When I was a kid, adults seemed to have the tact of bombarding kids with the “innocent” question of “who do you prefer the best – mommy or daddy?” By the way, my mom was a part of a sisterhood of three, and to add to the confusion, my cousins and I called all three sisters “mommy” and all their husbands “daddy” (don’t ask me why, I think it was linked to some Communist ideal of sort, and I still have three moms, but only one dad left from the original Communist days, having lost one to divorce and one to death). So the questions could also turn to, “Which mommy and which daddy do you prefer the best?”

My cousins were stupid enough to give the honest truth, including their rankings, and got subsequent punishment from invisible forces. I always told everybody, “I love mommy and daddy the same!” And the adults would nod their heads in approval, “What a smart kid!”

In fact, this was the watchword of mommy, “Share your toys! Love everyone the same!” Until this day, I cannot bring myself to say that I feel closer to cousin #1 than to cousin #2, or vice versa (I’m careful to add), for fear of being punished for my unfaithfulness and partiality. As a matter of fact, I am so out of touch with my feelings in this arena that I cannot answer to that question if my life depended on it.

Most people think that my concept of faithfulness is more than a little bit skewed. There are days that I don’t want to share my toys. And sometimes I really love one person more than anyone else. But I usually immediately tell myself that this is selfish thinking, and that I have to elevate myself to the status of a selfless saint, at any rate enlarge the couple to a triangle. In the end, there’s really no striving necessary in the formation of couples or triangles, or in the acquiring and giving up of toys. What is yours will be yours. What is meant to be will be. The dynamic is never static, ever-changing, as you are struggling in the very act of defining. This is like the flow of Yin and Yang, and the subsequent creation of all things from this generative force; or Brahma, Vishnu, and Siva – the Hindu trio of the creator, the preserver and the destroyer; or the Christian trinity – the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost…. All ancient wisdom seemed to have understood this principal of three and the ceaseless movement that is a part of our life in this universe.

In my case, it has been one long stupendous suspension of judgment facing the delicate threads of human tissue being constantly weaved and re-weaved, exactly like how as a child, I could watch in wonder for hours at ends my Chinese silkworms spin out their own miraculous universe.

Oh yeah, in case you still wonder, I’ve always loved both Mommy and Daddy the same, only differently.

© Post-Modern China Doll

p.s. I’ve got questions about private posts. I have cleared some of them out from MySpace and all diary is in Livejournal now, and everything there is private. I think the blogging function of MySpace sucks ass. Have tried WordPress and am thinking of integrating either Mambo or WordPress into my website. Does anybody have any suggestions?

Currently reading :
Curves to the Apple: The Reproduction of Profiles, Lawn of Excluded Middle, Reluctant Gravities
By Rosmarie Waldrop
Release date: 15 September, 2006

How do we profit from reading?

I stumbled on this Seneca quote a while ago:

Desultory reading is delightful, but to be beneficial, our reading must be carefully directed.


I immediately saw the timeless wisdom in this advice. Confucius discoursed amply on the necessity and benefits of careful reading, but I suspect that it was a lot easier back then (especially since he largely contributed to establishing the canon of what scholars should read) then it is in our age of global information bombardment and hyper-specialization to determine ahead of time what exactly a carefully-directed reading program should consist of.

For someone who is both a specialist (I try to *barely* keep up with image/art theory, contemporary art, market trends, current research interests, et al), a literature junkie, and a ceaselessly curious pseudo-intellectual *too much so for my own good*, applying this advice seems to present particular challenge.

I do realize however that my reading tends to go under the following categories (I’m trying to list everything, however ridiculous):

1) How to’s – how to file my income taxes in the US and in France, how to bill a client, how to start a company, how to streamline my workflow, how to breathe, how to make and keep friends and make love like a rock star (Aha! Does this sound like something you want, or rather need to read?) Most of this stuff takes place online and I often get sidetracked into something intellectually more engaging and totally lose track of time. I still haven’t done my US taxes yet. I don’t understand which form(s) I’m supposed to use. I have until June 15th. I really need help.

2) Trance reading. This is the kind of books that you are so familiar with that you enter into a trance immediately and are transported onto another plane. Probably the most self-indulgent type, this can range from reading a favorite passage from the Dream of the Red Chamber for the 30th time, to reading my own manuscript for the potential that it presents, to rereading favorite poems; I read that for George Bush Jr, it’s the Holy Bible for Dummies – anyhow, the point is, we each have these readings.

3) Research-related reading. When I finished my thesis at Louis Lumière, I was so done with school and research, but somehow the theory bug just would not wear off. Let’s face it, even in the most pseudo-intellectual of all pseudo-intellectual places known as Paris, you still don’t need a firm grasp of theory outside of the academia, really! It will get you no cash; you will acquire a bunch of weirdo friends of manic brilliance and despairing social outlook; and if you write books, you’ll be sure that the 1000 copies that you manage to print will be handed to the friends aforementioned, and possibly collected by the libraries of institutions where these nerds abound (albeit still a minority). If this still sounds mildly attractive to you, then Paris is your city!

4) How often have you put something on your reading list upon someone’s ardent recommendation, or because it’s part of THE canon, world treasure and whatnot, and find yourself utterly bored out of your mind, or completely revolted by the style? You carry on just for the sake of future prestige or face-saving in a cocktail party, whatever, fuck that! If you recommend me a book in this category, I will come after you! There are other things that are truly great that I just haven’t had the time to read for some reason. I’m lucky that I got a strong head start in Chinese classics, but can you imagine that I’m still on Volume I of A la recherche du temps perdu? And it’s truly breathless…

5) Other people’s blogs. This category is self-explanatory; however, how we are supposed to deal with this deluge of reading material is something less clear.

6) Non-fiction: history, biographies, interviews, science, research…. (My brilliant and socially adapt photography friend Pierrot and I both agree that non-scientific theory is fictional. The official term is la théorie fictionnelle). Despite being left-handed and an artist, I am actually quite left-brained as well. Caculus and physics were my strongest subjects in high school. I like to understand how things work, and can never resist the elegance of a flawless system, exemplified by integral calculus or a Bach contrapuntal fugue.

7) Current events. Over the years, I found that politics and current events have been relegated to the last place, because they just don’t engage me intellectually like they used to and I don’t find following them mentally or spiritually rewarding. I also cancelled all my magazine subscriptions to avoid clutter and unwanted reading material, and now consult most newspapers online and buy magazines on impulses.

8) Secret reading material. This could be pornography, e-books from a sect that you secretly belong to, manuels on how to manufacture nuclear bombs in your kitchen, textbooks on witchcraft or lucid dreaming, whatever is chicken soup to your soul.

I know some of you here are big-time readers, and would like to know if you have any thoughts on this. How consciously do you choose your reading material given that time is a limited resource? How do you deal with the frustrations of knowing that you can never master an area of study as well as you would like to?

(Now finished with procrastination and back to writing proposal and artistic statements for JM and me. We are waiting to hear back from Arles for an exhibition space during the photography festival. He will kill me if he knows that I’m posting this instead of working on Arles. Plus he’s a subscriber, but will probably not have time to read this till the end )


Currently listening :
Bar Kokhba
By John Zorn
Release date: 20 August, 1996

Embracing Happiness

I woke up with a huge headache and have been trying to shake myself out of the catatonic stupor all day long. The brain fog only left me a few hours ago. I think it has to do with the quality (and certainly the quantity?) of the weed that we’ve been getting lately.

Still dragged myself out to the American Library to research about the Cultural Revolution. Checked out tons of books and DVD’s and my shoulders are still hurting from carrying them around town.

Got an e-mail from P saying that the zine is finally going to weigh 3000 grams. 3000 Grams of Art is going to be penta-lingual – French, English, Chinese, Spanish, and I think German. I work on the English and Chinese part (there’s very little text, mostly images). I hope we’ll have time to finalilze the type, the page layouts, and most importantly Chinese-integration before I leave for the States. The tests  last weekend went fine, but you never know.

I am SOOOO psyched that I’m finally going to meet Pékinoise Interactive tomorrow night. We’ve been chatting on MSN and it feels like we’ve known each other all our lives. She’ll be my Chinese little sister in Paris.

I’ve been trying to revamp my website. This blog is going to be hosted by my own website, and I’ll finally be able to 1) post and have my friends post in Chinese and 2) get my images out.  Will I miss MySpace? I heard there’s a way to hack into Myspace from our personal websites…

Isn’t life beautiful?

What are the chances that I am out of my mind?

Is it possible that I’ve been operating all these years despite severe brain damage? I have developped a paranoia for missing appointments, and for seeing phantom appointments on my calendar.

Sunday evening, I streamlined all my calendar events to make sure things add up, but the paranoia did not go away. I just feel so disconnected from the timeline proposed by the rest of the world. These days, I feel a bit disconnected in general…

And today, I double-booked myself again, and caught myself right before I almost missed an important appointment – could have cost me my job – well one of my several jobs (I’m doing too many things and none very well).

I hate letting people down like that. Secretly hoping that I’m faking it well enough that no one suspects anything, even though most people get the hunch that I am pulled by a different orbit. Being out of synch is my natural state of being. I am an (un)natural disaster set in a time bomb, programmed for fatal explosions.

It’s just me and the great stillness of the night

 

sleepwalking3.jpg

After Munch’s “The Scream”…

Maxime is asleep, and after Nat clankered away into the taxi with her high boots and a thin layer of makeup that she wiped off and re-applied throughout the evening (I caught the moment when she shifted from ok to stunning and everything became light), there’s just the great stillness of the winter night. No music, no sound, only leftover scents of alcohol and cannabis and nervous laughters in the air, dissolving into a waterfall of one thousand poorly-focused light bulbs in the city skyline.

Sleep has become obsolete for those who are accustomed to hearing hung-over voices of the day – voices of hope and regrets, of love and sorrow, of loss and retrouvaille; utterances of the past, slowly eaten away by the present, finally obliterated by the future.

If I go to asleep, this too will become a blurry dream, blended into my bitter potion so as to fall into another, greater stillness.

© 2007 Post-Modern China Doll.

Everything old is new again

This morning as I woke up, my whole life flashed in front of my eyes. No not the past, but the near and the not so near future. It happened so quickly that I missed it though.

Today, for the first time in a while, I feel joyous and free. I’m wanting to go back to Henry Miller, to Nexus. I’m yearning for something new, perhaps a new season, some sort of a new life.