TIGblogs TIG | TIGblogs TIGBLOGS GRUPALES ENTRAR INSCRíBASE
life... de signed
life... de signed
« anteriores 5


one life: make money to save yourself; make art to save the world


I’m sitting here on my bed with my 3 year-old Apple Powerbook — one of the old ones that has no Intel chip or Super Drive. I’ve forgotten how old I’ve become. I was in school with so much drive for social design. I must admit though, my drive made me super aggressive. Not very attractive. Is it?

I’m unemployed by choice at the moment.

Oh my! Unemployed? That’s such a disgrace to my education and my strive for being great. What a failure, right?

Sure. Why not call it a failure? I’m so tired of thinking that I’ve got the final answer and living up to my own super expectations. I haven’t been able to sleep well because of all this “design” thinking. The internet and my stupid laptop make it so easy for me to forget who I am. I’ve had so much of good and bad in my life and lost sense of what is important for my health and well-being.

I never wanted to save the world. I have no idea where it suddenly came from. Maybe because I was angry at everyone. As if I knew something that others didn’t and I would hide and pretend like I didn’t think I was better than everyone else. Maybe all I really wanted was a companion, to really get it, and do it with me; to save the world together and use the internet to spread it.

I’m lost.

Because after all that I have done, after standing up for what I believed was right, I admit that I’m a selfish girl and everyone else is selfish too, especially the ones that deny their selfishness.

I jumped into a neighbourhood and stood still for a year. I listened to everything. It was chaos. I began to see the design of a local community and how complicated and interconnected was. I realized that people all matter and every person thinks that they matter more. I started to see what “social” really meant. And I just designed on my way. By design I mean doing things that I was capable of doing.

 

I’m not going to lie or brag, but I’m a social cat. I love talking to people — from CEOs to the homeless. It’s the most enjoyable thing for me and that was something I only realized after I got out of school. I was more than lost in school, I was free. I could do anything I wanted but knew that I had to figure out the “world” part when I got out of school and I couldn’t waste any time. So speed became me and I hurt myself that way.

No regrets.

I realized that designing networks is all that matters. Networks = people. Connect people and you’ve done social design. And if you really are full of creativity, love and passion like myself, please practice it as an art. Just make art. I don’t know what your art is, but mine is poetry. I feel free when I do it. So, do something that will make you honor yourself. Put your heart out for the world to see. Don’t shove it down people’s throat, don’t say you’re right, don’t make people feel like they’re stupid and please don’t talk about how there is a final answer “somewhere” out there. Make money to save yourself; make art to save the world. You have one life and people care about who you are if you care enough for yourself to craft something beautiful and share it.  Art is something you do for free, for yourself, for exploration, for discovery. Art is the universe in your voice. 

Who knows?

Maybe you’ll make lots of money with your art one day!

      

January 30, 2009 | 12:01 PM Comentarios  0 comentarios

Etiquetas:


Fall by Will


pushing for possession of name,

is a deadly sin sucking souls

like vacuuming stains of memory,

and pangs of lust

dusting the heart of a warrior

 

insecurity,

a defender of sadness

accuses success

to be the enemy of joy

 

mountains of laugh

pile in my chest with

instructions to stay under pity

so i can fall by will

 

by lesson

i dive in a prudent mystery

fearing 

the rush, whispers

knockings and poundings

on my bedroom door

determined 

to interrogate my dreams

 

and when will turns the knob

history ends

i run back to sleep

 

rhythm of temptation

sweetness of 

soul-sucking

heart-pounding

fist-clenching fantasy

magnets the metal door

 

i hear the silence of sleep

a dead universe

denying to be lived in

 

so i collect the beads

of rush, whispers

knocks and pounds,

thread a necklace

and walk naked

 

all for pride of history

to go to sleep 

knowing my body 

is nothing but a bead 

around the neck of time

      

January 29, 2009 | 10:01 AM Comentarios  0 comentarios

Etiquetas:


the mark of unity


everything will

come together

with chance

and choice

 

balanced

and designed

with integrity 

and hope

 

yes

we can

      

January 19, 2009 | 3:01 AM Comentarios  0 comentarios

Etiquetas:


« anteriores 5


Perfil de ghaz


Archivo Mensual
Agosto 2006
Octubre 2006
Julio 2007
Agosto 2007
Septiembre 2007
Octubre 2007
Noviembre 2007
Diciembre 2007
Enero 2008
Febrero 2008
Marzo 2008
Abril 2008
Mayo 2008
Junio 2008
Septiembre 2008
Noviembre 2008
Diciembre 2008
Enero 2009
Febrero 2009
Junio 2009
Julio 2009
Agosto 2009
Septiembre 2009
Octubre 2009
Noviembre 2009
Abril 2010
Mayo 2010
Junio 2010
Julio 2010
Septiembre 2010
Octubre 2010
Febrero 2011
Mayo 2011
Julio 2011
Agosto 2011
Septiembre 2011
Octubre 2011

Cambiar idioma


Archivo de Etiquetas
activism art bloorcourt city community creativity cycling design education experience humanity iran life love music nature philosophy photography podcast poetry politics problemsolving quotes school socialcommunitynetworks studentlife sustainability train video work

Filtrar por Tipo
Events
Topics


44157 views