Merry Times

It's the time when ginger and cinnamon and my chef form the love triangle. it's the time when I want to see all the people smile and you most of it. It's the Merry time when we walk on Rudolphs and spend the nights in the kitchen with our friends: the spices and the goodies. And the gingerbread heads are starting off the season.

Drawing language in a world of lines

My first ever Manga character with better lines and some sense of proportion. I worship my manga icon books while I am trying so hard to understand the language of lines. Having no proper notions, only some feeling inside and some energy melting whenever I get my HB pencils.

The little black book

Finally with me.
The tiny book, always in current, with a set of rules that would become second nature to anyone who's about writing. See headline: Omit needless words.

About The idea

"If it's simple simple, it's boring. We try for the idea that is so simple that it will make you think and rethink." (Saul Bass, the man who made film titles into stars)

Lovable detail: inserting a graffiti heart with the initials of him and his lover in the closing credits of "West Side Story".

wearing the greek mask

MURAKAMI

"She has a half-sane, half-insane mind. It’s a Greek mask: if you see her from this side, she’s a tragic character; if you see her from the other side, she’s comic. In that sense, she’s very symbolic. I like that character very much. I was happy when I wrote her, Reiko-San."
Quote from Paris Review.

Simfonietta arms.

Photoset found on theartofanimation.

The 100% perfect simple story of a boy and a girl.

“A boy meets a girl. They have separated and are looking for each other. It’s a simple story. I just made it long.” says Murakami about his 1Q84 novel. Q is from the question mark. An amplification, they say, of his popular short novel “On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning,”

Have you read it? The short novel, I mean. I think I have. Or imagined, or dreamed, but it was there, in my mind, like for ever. It's the simple story. In the 100% perfect 5 pages. The boy is 32, the girl is 30. They met years ago and they immediately knew they were 100% perfect lovers for each other. They crossed, talked and acknowledged their 100% perfectness for each other. But they wanted even more, they wanted the destiny to certify. So they tempted it. They will put their 100% perfect match to test. They decided to separate and wait to meet again. Someday. One day. If they were 100% perfect for each other, they will meet again.

But then time passes and they forget they have met. And one day, many years after, one beautiful April morning, the boy walks from west to east and the girl walks from east to west along the same narrow street. Crossing the same spot once again. But the memories have faded away. Life rushed them away like ocean stormy waves. And they don't remember each other anymore. Then "without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever."

Whether they were 100% perfect each other even once, it has faded away. It' the simple story.

If there is a red thin thread between us, do gods leave a map?
Were there supposed to be any treasure hunt signs?
Or only heart beatings each second away to catch?
Did Hamlet ever mean his question marks.

Wandering around, soft hearted sketch in asuka111's gallery on DeviantArt.

one self vacuum of a hedgehog

when you might know you are not your best self, what do you do? Depending in what mirror's flash.

Astro Boy

So I find the Digital Cat, a Brit-Jap ”mashable" manga of modern future Japan. Mixture flavor British satirists tradition and an original story by Natsume Soseki, first published in serialized form between 1905 - 06.
Quick fact about manga it is mentioned when you download it (in limited edition still) here: have you had a crossing thought, "it is influenced by American popular culture and in its contemporary form emerged during the years of the occupation, after the second World War, but the antecedents will be traced back centuries to wartime, propaganda posters, woodblock prints, or ancient scroll drawings." It worths mention, that of course is one view about manga's history.

That from Reimagining Japan, global leaders and experts' insights edited by McKinsey&Company, and on their website, more contributions are expected through a student essay contest.

And then the Digital Cat says: "Humans made everything dark, not technology. I'm a genuine technological marvel. I'm my master's ears, eyes and brain."

Am I never shutting down until blue fatal error? By all means let me restart at this moment.

And though Digital Cat is fun, this corporate book will speak in its own language but the history will follow its own course in that beautiful land of people.

edward scissorhands

Kim: Hold me.
Edward: I can't.

like an edward of scissorhands he cut the paper wrapped around the snowglobe inside. he would then blink and go to dream for half an hour under a tree, carefree of the stripes on the glass temple.

A mailbox

A mailbox, a photo by u_ran2008 on Flickr.

Romantic pose, souvenir of a "has anybody sent me a letter?" excited later nostalgic question mark in front of my each mailbox.

Kindness poem

Can kindness stop an army? Can kindness stem a flood of tears? Can kindness stop a fever? Can kindness bring happiness near?
What can kindness do?

Can we flood into the streets/ And make our actions say /The world is going to change/And it's going to start today.
What can kindness do?

Can humankind be expected /To say we're all connected? /Can it be our only hope? /Can it be our only hope? /Can humankind...be both?

Discovering those words through this inspiring video.

Spirited Away

Antaeus was a half giant, son of Poseidon and Gaia. He would remain strong and fortified as long as he was touching the ground so each time he was defeated and put down he would stand up and come back to the fight.

The Legion of the Extraordinary Dancers

It is true that there are people with super powers. Dancers are in this aspect 100% real to accept within your eyes' power. The superpowered heroes characters of the webseries, wall of inspiration at TEDs.

The nouvelle Utopia

Internet and books, they call it the victory of the first, while their army is divided in some Never-Betters, the Better-Nevers, and the Ever-Wasers.
The Never-Betters believe that we’re on the brink of a new utopia, where information will be free and democratic, news will be made from the bottom up, love will reign, and cookies will bake themselves.
The Better-Nevers think that we would have been better off if the whole thing had never happened. If you still have that private space of books and magazines, some morning when you're allowed to be late of anything and only slowly drinking coffee, keep it. Keep it that way. In some years, it will be an old habit, a ritual of the fairy tales.
The Ever-Wasers insist that at any moment in modernity something like this is going on. Some new kind of organization and structure of our lives is always thrilling to some and chilling to others. Well, what can one say, where's one hopes, one's head, what about one's heart? What seems more like home nowadays talking about reading lifestyle? Talking about it, what is it more, the story or the Information.

To extend, all this in this great utopic New Yorker article right here.

living within

never doubt how characters live by themselves in their own fairytale. via bookstorecouture

Bach created the Chaconne

The desire to be perfect will be accompanied by the desire of understanding of what perfection is. Sau poate ca daca as parcurge mai multe pagini din John Locke, An Essay Concerning Human Understanding as explora mai multe dimensiuni ale unei intrebari relativ simbolice pentru ceea ce vad si percep intr-un orizont limitat de subiectiv. Opiniile nu vor ajunge la scara cunostintelor dar influenteaza definitoriu ceea ce intrevad ca propria mea realitate. Si atunci, reperele as prefera sa le fixez eu decat sa le urmez pe cele deja marcate de o caravana a timpului.

And the ocean grew from a sunflower seed

"Standing before it, we look out over an immeasurable, fathomless grey sea.
But the moment when you step on it, your relationship to what lies beneath your feet changes. Each crunching footstep merely displaces a thin layer at the top of the pile. Our weight leaves no impression on the millions and millions of seeds beneath our feet."

Rapunzel II

And then sometimes, while walking, my chest hurts and I almost stumble over my right foot while the piano merges with the violins. That’s when I don’t see so much more the people around wandering to their usual businesses which I found so non-amusing. I see much more. Characters and long haired heroes, stories that cross out the universe, smiles that pierce into your soul or long staring eyes, fierce landscapes crashing the urban sites, moving scenery to dream feverishly. You’d wish to sketch out on the second or scream “photo moment” with the same impulse but not same posture as a painter, to capture and preserve them, like the most precious gifts.
Might be as you are always on the run to capture time. Win or lose, take a bet, black or white, where’s the jackpot, always trying to defeat time, tell him “Look, I know now, in this very moment where I am, and I will keep that forever, nothing will change, it will be like this forever”. Then you smile, or time is frozen, who can tell.
Everything is right in front of my eyes, a fairy tale world created by my mind – this if one can truthfully say that he’s the master of his world mind, might be you the alchemist keeping in secret his golden dust the one to clearly say it. Sometimes I see what mind soundtrack enables me with some emotion dust to design on the spot, on the rock. Then, with a shiver, one just crosses the street.

Rapunzel I

Sometimes when I’m walking through the streets with an obsessive musical theme on my green ears, I’m looking to the buildings and people like they are some cartoons. Like we are some little persons that some massive puppeteer had drawn to entertain himself. I imagine there must be more - much more - beyond those walls, those streets, those enormous and often hideous architectural objects. Maybe it was all designed one morning, coffee time, on some napkin. And here you got, your toy city, small boxes with pieces of life inside.