tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.comments2023-03-25T12:59:10.834-07:00welcome to the museum of joyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger561125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-83864038202499205062016-11-04T22:19:38.200-07:002016-11-04T22:19:38.200-07:00I remember it well, and I'm also frustrated th...I remember it well, and I'm also frustrated that very little evidence seems to exist online.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915593587451533640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-38781605102102021912015-02-25T07:58:13.402-08:002015-02-25T07:58:13.402-08:00Really interesting. Particularly as I'm readin...Really interesting. Particularly as I'm reading Nietzsche and Jung. I quite agree, there's more to "reality" than meets the eye !<br />RAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-30233727737643950802014-05-27T10:30:47.441-07:002014-05-27T10:30:47.441-07:00I love how these all turned out! Tiny books are ki...I love how these all turned out! Tiny books are kind of the cutest things ever. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-28330588799803423192014-04-13T11:05:55.168-07:002014-04-13T11:05:55.168-07:00This is gorgeous, Jericha! I love the description...This is gorgeous, Jericha! I love the descriptions of colors and smells -- the "iron" shades of twilight, the "stony, musky incense" of the rainy street... <br /><br />And I love this: <i>A shadow casting a man on the steps of the bank building. A woman feeding the moon through her window.</i><br /><br />I can so relate to Lilya's anger at (the feeling of) having to be hyper-vigilant instead of just calmly enjoying an evening walk, the need to think of things like murder and rape instead of the beautiful scenes around her. This --> <i>She wondered what was closer to reality, murder or the smell of the rain.</i>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-78950210940065285852014-04-13T10:59:46.363-07:002014-04-13T10:59:46.363-07:00This is gorgeous! I love the descriptions of colo...This is gorgeous! I love the descriptions of colors and smells -- the "iron" shades of twilight, the "stony, musky incense" of the rainy street...<br /><br />And I love this: <i>A shadow casting a man on the steps of the bank building. A woman feeding the moon through her window.</i><br /><br />I can so relate to Lilya's frustration at (the feeling of) having to be hyper-vigilant instead of just enjoying an evening walk, the need to constantly think of things like murder and rape instead of the beautiful scenes around her. This: <i>She wondered what was closer to reality, murder or the smell of the rain.</i>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-71067403423454887322014-03-21T17:32:29.076-07:002014-03-21T17:32:29.076-07:00These are wonderful! "There's something ...These are wonderful! "There's something about the turning light" is my favorite, followed closely by "Love Bug" and "Roses are red..." :)<br /><br />And I love that little boy's response -- that the three missed buses turned out to be <i>good</i> luck, since he met you and got a flower.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-7995979678643861332014-03-21T17:28:04.534-07:002014-03-21T17:28:04.534-07:00These are wonderful! "There's something ...These are wonderful! "There's something about the Turning Light" is my favorite, closely followed by "Love Bug," and then "Roses are Red..." :) <br /><br />And I love that little boy's response -- that the three missed buses turned out to be <i>good</i> luck, because they made sure he'd get a flower.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-35647291818164519382014-02-18T08:55:08.961-08:002014-02-18T08:55:08.961-08:00I needed these. Thank you so much for the words a...I needed these. Thank you so much for the words and light - they make the two feet of snow in my yard much less daunting than they were this morning. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-7776093102414397542014-01-31T23:26:49.672-08:002014-01-31T23:26:49.672-08:00Here are some really old photos from the Academy. ...Here are some really old photos from the Academy. I remember the vintage you described, and it's a bit later than these.<br />http://blog.sfgate.com/parenting/2011/08/11/before-the-living-roof-the-california-academy-of-sciences-photos/<br /><br />This pinterest has some fun ones too. <br />http://www.pinterest.com/calacademy/steinhart-aquarium-90th-anniversary-september-2013/<br /><br />But wow, I love your description of the old museum. I have the same experience of having dreams where I get lost or wonder inside and old dark museum, and mine are based on the old Academy as well. The old dark spaces had a sort of meditative quality to them.<br /><br />If you like old dark museums that only exist in your mind (anymore, that is) you might also like The Barnum Museum, a short story by Steven Millhauser. I found my copy in The Secret History of Fantasy, edited by Peter S. Beagle.<br /><br />On another note, I had the pleasure of working with a guy who was friends with Stephen Czerkas, the guy who sculpted the deinonychus. He said that after the museum closed, he got the dinosaurs back. Finding that out made me pretty happy. They were my favourite thing, and I even remember when they used to rock back and forth. They did do that, right? Do you remember? It's a pretty dim memory for me. I asked a docent about why they didn't on a fieldtrip once and they told me it was to save on electricity.Chantalhttp://thepurpleglass.tumblr.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-61710147878157853792014-01-01T23:12:16.066-08:002014-01-01T23:12:16.066-08:00This is really exciting! Happy New Year!This is really exciting! Happy New Year!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17905577856406141625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-42961749976725722782013-12-30T22:11:53.060-08:002013-12-30T22:11:53.060-08:00hi Briane! I somehow missed your comment, so I'...hi Briane! I somehow missed your comment, so I'm terribly sorry I didn't reply sooner. Sounds like the place you live is ripe for some magical happenings. I can tell you that the labyrinth we built was made with luminaries, which are just paper lunch bags filled with sand and a tea light candle - and they look BEAUTIFUL in snow, even lovelier than they do in sand! There's no reason you couldn't take advantage of our colder, snowier winter and recruit friends & family to build something like this near you. It only took us a few hours with just a few people to build ours, and I'd be more than happy to provide info on how we did it if you'd like!The Museum of Joyhttp://www.themuseumofjoy.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-66986544175472695732013-11-30T06:54:09.493-08:002013-11-30T06:54:09.493-08:00Wow. For a variety of reasons I almost always wish...Wow. For a variety of reasons I almost always wish I didn't live in Wisconsin, and many times the place I WISH I lived was San Francisco, which is across the bay from where my father-in-law lives. I was in SF once in February, for a wedding. It was rainy and cold, 40 degrees. I loved it: back home, it was SNOWY and cold, 10 degrees. I'll take the former any day.<br /><br />Now I see that things like this exist. You know what we have around here? McDonald's playplaces, none of which are lit like that and most of which smell like kids' feet.Brianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01616494058636881575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-84694283884260122472013-11-07T12:28:01.654-08:002013-11-07T12:28:01.654-08:00Oh, man, see, I'm finding out all kinds of thi...Oh, man, see, I'm finding out all kinds of things.<br />And, well, darn! I wanted to come see you at the museum! Now, you just have to get your museum built so I can come see you there.Andrew Leonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13964775673414653644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-86541806997043147282013-11-07T11:40:32.434-08:002013-11-07T11:40:32.434-08:00Hey, that's awesome!
Which of those moments fr...Hey, that's awesome!<br />Which of those moments from that post are you choosing? Or is that a secret?<br />And, man, I would be commenting on your blog if I had known you'd moved it!<br />Bad! <br />I'll be catching up on your posts, but I'm pretty swamped, right now, so it might take a while.Andrew Leonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13964775673414653644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-17815847900985775442013-08-23T20:55:28.688-07:002013-08-23T20:55:28.688-07:00I love this piece & was fortunate enough to ex...I love this piece & was fortunate enough to experience it @ the Oakland Museum around 1987 (been awhile, not totally specific on dates for this one). Completely shifted my idea of what's possible w/art & touched my soul. Changed. Liked it.Pamazonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12409176740912412916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-2423466400926913662013-03-23T09:57:27.436-07:002013-03-23T09:57:27.436-07:00Oh, thank you :) and I'd love to hear what hap...Oh, thank you :) and I'd love to hear what happens if you do...jerichashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14313710420089008960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-65818757846057793922013-03-20T20:51:21.860-07:002013-03-20T20:51:21.860-07:00Aw, totally. Aw, totally. jerichashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14313710420089008960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-58866469918964165832013-03-19T11:29:54.343-07:002013-03-19T11:29:54.343-07:00What about the library from The Last Crusade? It e...What about the library from The Last Crusade? It even had a labyrinth under it, too.Andrew Leonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13964775673414653644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-45326151615036626112013-03-16T18:18:33.815-07:002013-03-16T18:18:33.815-07:00I'm glad you're taken with that idea...
I...I'm glad you're taken with that idea...<br /><br />I don't disagree with your teacher on the idea that love is an unending well, but in recent years I *have* tried to distance myself from the idea that pain is necessary for love or joy, or that you suffer in the measure you can feel joy, and so on -- things I definitely felt very strongly at one point, but as I get older I worry that that framework sets up a system in which we expect to be rewarded for our pain, or feel the universe is supposed to deliver us a certain measure of happiness because it delivered us a certain measure of sorrow...and I can only speak for my own experience, but it seems to me that love, or joy, while related to pain and suffering, is not the opposite of it in some kind of balancing act that will eventually even out. I find myself thinking <i>but why?</i> in moments of exultation AND in moments of agony. <br /><br />That being said, I also know that times when joy is really present in my life, a kind of vulnerability to the universe opens up in me. I am much more naked to small incidents of pain and suffering <i>in other people or things</i>, things I can usually shrug off or turn away from, and they really hit me with full force right when I'm permeable to <i>joy</i>. I don't know exactly what I'm trying to say here, except maybe that I understand joy and sorrow more as brother and sister than parent and child or rival forces or a fire you walk through to get to the promised land. (Jack Kornfield's book <i>After the Ecstasy, the Laundry</i> does a much better job of talking about this than I am, I think.) I<br /><br />I'm sad you're feeling so much pain. Let me know if there's ever any way I can reach out to <i>you</i>.jerichashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14313710420089008960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-15034814195326478982013-03-16T18:07:24.355-07:002013-03-16T18:07:24.355-07:00Yeah, that gets to me too...and I'd love to he...Yeah, that gets to me too...and I'd love to hear that story :)jerichashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14313710420089008960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-25292056676167347692013-03-16T18:06:11.207-07:002013-03-16T18:06:11.207-07:00I'm guessing Gaston Bachelard, whose Poetics o...I'm guessing Gaston Bachelard, whose <i>Poetics of Space</i> is my bible of daydreaming, would almost certainly agree with you, Rob :)jerichashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14313710420089008960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-975130369041376772013-03-16T18:05:19.343-07:002013-03-16T18:05:19.343-07:00That's an interesting thought, Andrew. I think...That's an interesting thought, Andrew. I think you've got something there. For me, though, it also comes very strongly from the mind/body split essentially enforced by Christian doctrine over the last 1700 years or so...jerichashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14313710420089008960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-4177498226518116582013-03-15T09:21:22.785-07:002013-03-15T09:21:22.785-07:00I love that your museum will include a temple to h...I love that your museum will include a temple to honor suffering. <br /><br />I've recently run into what feels like an unending well of pain. When I told one of my teachers about this feeling of infinite pain, she said love is also an unending well & that the pain is the portal to the love. naominoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-13876162070456871732013-03-13T11:53:04.282-07:002013-03-13T11:53:04.282-07:00What I really hate, the thing that weighs me down,...What I really hate, the thing that weighs me down, is seeing the women that support the sexism. That support and, sometimes, promote the things that rich, white men want to do against women. The brainwashing disgusts me.<br /><br />Just so you know, I was relieved of a job once for standing up for minorities. I'll write that story someday.Andrew Leonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13964775673414653644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4544951123263949275.post-41206649498648948582013-03-08T13:32:42.581-08:002013-03-08T13:32:42.581-08:00I won't say I've missed your Internet pres...I won't say I've missed your Internet presence because I read your blog whence it comes to my email, however, I can NOW say I've missed your voice and thoughts and daydreams. They bring hope, and hope is something in far too small portions these days. <br /><br />I agree with you about daydreams. When I was a kid, and even up into young adulthood, I used to ALWAYS fall asleep dreaming up an entire story I'd write someday. I never did wake up and write any of it down, but it was the soothing feeling and the push it offered in reality to drive me toward writing.<br /><br />Dreams are important. Doing what makes us joyous is important. I'm not sure there's a lot of difference between the two. :)R.S. Guthriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601818066347058558noreply@blogger.com