Heading off

Well it poor's again in my world. My bills are in excess again and the recovery is going poorly. Today was the shortest and tonight's the longest and the moon is almost full, so I'm heading off. Rotorua in winter time. I wonder if it will snow much, which reminds me I need another hottie, but the $2 has some small ones or the warehouse has some too. My friend said to use 50c temp in fanta bottle.

I also just got my kitchen robot. It landed yesterday with a 5 year plan. I think it's so cute, but looks lonely and wants for a mate. So I might look at getting another one.

Also in my artist head, I have been looking at my gas heater, as I have been sitting in the cold winter nites. Thinking of design of the item, I like it, explode the idea's of Dada and ask myself the question How can I make it better by change. Understanding that change could transform the design. So I look at it's glow from the flame, warming the tile to a warming hue. I think, great, it glows all the way to the top of that tile. Then the tile runs out, and I think. If there was more tile, would there be more red orange radiating area. I then sigh and think, that field of construction is out of my control, really as the super structure of the heater is limited with safety rules and public use.
So it was a small depressing block, my head was in a mind set, defeated. So I got over that pretty quickly. I continued my thinking, ok, I can transform the energy once it's left the tile. There is a deflector plate, made of steal. Maybe I can get something in copper. I here it's got good energy heat properties. Silver would be better but I think people would freak over burning silver. ..

Anyway the whole copper flu on the portable gas heater is an idea I could work with.
I would like to prototype one using science/mechanics for design and another prototype using art/sculpture for design. Here I use design as form/aesthetics/function.

So, I might take some copper and my heater to Rotorua also :)

What the planet was before. [Issac Asimov writings]

"Why, what was it before that?"
"Empty? At least of human beings."
"That's hard to believe."
"It's true. The old records show it."
"Where did the people come from who first settled Trantor?"
"No one is certain. There are hundreds of planets which claim to have been populated in the dim mists of antiquity and whose people present fanciful tales about the nature of the first arrival of humanity. Historians tend to dismiss such things and to brood over the `Origin Question.
"What is that? I've never heard of it."
"That doesn't surprise me. It's not a popular historical problem now, I admit, but there was a time during the decay of the Empire when it roused a certain interest among intellectuals. Salvor Hardin mentions it briefly in his memoirs. It's the question of the identity and location of the one Planet from which it all started. If ,we look backward in time, humanity flows inward from the most recently established worlds to older ones, to still older ones, until all concentrates on one-the original."
Trevize thought at once of the obvious flaw in the argument. "Might there not have been a large number of originals?"
"Of course not. All human beings all over the Galaxy are of a single species. A single species cannot originate on more than one planet. Quite impossible."
"How do you know?"

Feilding killer being questioned by Police.

Well, I guess they can relax, and if it's the wrong guy, then it can be a relaxing time to. If the next 6 month's see's another like one, then would they say serial killer...

So winz was great. bank was good to. Put it down on the mp3, but have not recalled at this time what was said. I thought, hey, this is great; recording. Then for a moment I paniced, it passed in time quickly. I had to do the winz wait. Blar blar blar, got the form stamped. omg, winz said I can get $200 for food run out of money.

I thought, walking through town, recording. That if strated talking to myself, then I might recall a creative moment. Then, I saw a strangely dressed child glearing at me, and thought, talking myself ah, *giggles like crazy* no, it would freak out old technofobed people and the kids, well, just too random *twitches*.

Murder House

It was so strange, I when to the murderhouse, it's been 9 years since my last visit. Which suprised me. I was lucky that I talked with my friend, and discovered that winz will support $3oo of the work to be done. The total could have been $15oo (lol the price of a nice sculpture). So the exciting news is that I can get $3oo of work done and then look at what else is urgent for this year.

So, what happened. I have to wait. I have a meeting tomorrow at 2:3o at winz, with my winz.quote, winz.bank_ballance and quote from murder house. Then take the resulting work to the murder house and then, wait. Wait until Friday for the blood, the needels, an oder of sterial stail bone dust and fear.


[Is this to much kiwi slag for feilding?]

robot talk.

The humaniform robot thought; "oh, what a feeling. the carm before the storm.".
The sensors of the robots Positronic brain begun triggering patters of irrational fear as it started raining.

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Stonewalling - I love this.

It's something that I find as interesting, well it turns me on like bright PVC.
use/uses of stone to form walls and mounds. excites me also.
Stonewall as a line, to draw squigels, circles, squares, boxes...
Use of Scale and Perspective to impact the landscape,
to explore, how the line can be perceived. Use of lines.

• functional
• shelter
• enclosure
• marker
• box
  
• bridge
• directional

A wall to climb on. A line of flow. And the like.

Build Your Own Stone Wall

And Still I dream. My bench has form but I have not money to finish objects.

Looking to shoot Harajuku

What this Harajuku? and What is it about?

I'm looking into BAG DESIGN and construction.
Keeping in mind weight, function and look.

Within this Design area I have been working on belts and straps.
Having the design here keeps the bag still looking 'pretty' minimalist.

I loved the real fake Gucci bags of Japan.

Still bags basic. bottom - straps - sides - top - flaps - pockets - belts
and a little Glamorish - the image that the item could express could be...

bright

thoughts?

OMG


I, me


yes, no, strat, stop


hello, goodbye


dodge, safe


geek, raw

ferial

Still. I hope you don't mind my brain farts, as I think I have a clue.

FOUNDATION AND EMPIRE by ISAAC ASIMOV

How did you get it out of them?
How do you know they're telling the truth?"

Forell frowned. "I wasn't gentle, good sir.
I knocked them about, drugged them crazy,
and used the Probe unmercifully.
They talked. You can believe them."

"In the old days," said the third man, with sudden irrelevance,
"they would have used pure psychology.
Painless, you know, but very sure. No chance of deceit."

Communication

Well I have been, looking into the thoughts of communications of authors, via there books.

Communication: Attacked as a subject. For example, Robots. Isaac asimov, wrote, that on the planet Aurora (An Auroran life spans in 450 standard earth years), the robot human interactions grew to a level of pure body language. Which made me think a little.

Double murder shocks Feilding

Double murder shocks Feilding Police investigate footage near Feilding homicide flat. Names of the two elderly pensioner victims of Feilding homicide. At the Makino Stream the murder weapon was found.

Well, I am feeling great in Feilding, ah? And I wanted to rant about Social standing. Could the Manawatu be home to a serial killer? Gosh, in 2005, could happen in New Zealand. I have heard no connection between the murder in Marton and Feilding, but I have been blocking out the horror with my thoughts of self. What should I think? A social standing. And here I am with my little life issue.

Waking up.

I awoke refreshed. It was just on dawn, I looked for a clock, it said 6:3o.
It was quiet outside. I was relaxed. I dressed and made a coffee, and turned on the
morning radio, it was strange, it sounds like a couple of USA terriousts talking.

'Oh, ok', I think, 'that is strange'. I thought hard on why they changed. And opened my email client as the coffee started to boiled, I was relaxed. The coffee smell was great. Out side was peaceful.
I sat at the computer and slimpsed the time 7:oo.... I looked at my emails. 44. Wow I thought that's alot in 8 hours. I sipped at the coffee. By this time the radio was still on the to USA guys and was not news. I looked at my clock 7:oo PM.. OMG, it's taken me 12hours to drink my coffee.... I felt refreshed.