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Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Hasta luego

This Hecho/Visto has a new home at this other Hecho/Visto
It's been cool, Blogger fam! Ciao for now.


Thursday, July 24, 2014

P.S. BRB

New website in the works.... 

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Time and Memory

From "Through the Looking-Glass":

'The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday — but never jam to-day.'
'It MUST come sometimes to "jam to-day,"' Alice objected.
'No, it can't,' said the Queen. 'It's jam every OTHER day: to-day isn't any OTHER day, you know.'
'I don't understand you,' said Alice. 'It's dreadfully confusing!'
'That's the effect of living backwards,' the Queen said kindly: 'it always makes one a little giddy at first —'
'Living backwards!' Alice repeated in great astonishment. 'I never heard of such a thing!'
'— but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both ways.'
'I'm sure MINE only works one way,' Alice remarked. 'I can't remember things before they happen.'
'It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' the Queen remarked.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Dranks From Last Week

Pre yoga smoothie (good so you don't get hungry / stay hydrated):
almonds + coconut water + chia seeds + coconut oil + avocado + banana + cacao
































Post running (good for muscles)
cherry juice + cherries + cashews + cacao + coconut oil + mint


































Good when you want a healthy snack, but don't want chocolate or ice cream or don't want to eat a whole breakfast, but want something filling:
peanut butter + banana + cacao + chia seeds + cinnamon + coconut oil + almond milk











































Good for hiding noni juice bitterness, if you don't feel like dealing with the taste:
berries (here is raspberry + blueberry) + noni juice + coconut water + coconut oil + mint

































Sunday morning:
cardamom + cinnamon + ground coffee


Saturday, April 26, 2014

Notes After Cecilia Chorus at Carnegie Hall



Let me preface this post with the chronologically ordered and fitting factoids that well before I was 12 years old I was debating my religious Mexican aunts (parents had already given up on me) on why I didn't believe Jesus was God, and that at 12 I made my eighth grade teacher Sister Mary Catherine so angry she threw a rock at the ground, and that at 17 I made another teacher- not a nun this time- cry after refuting her stances on religion and abortion (I think she couldn't have kids- she was quite open about it- and I told her I was terribly sorry, but that emotional bias is a selfish and insufficient reason to affect the emotional and physical health of every other woman in the country) (years later, I made it up to her by giving her and her kid (she adopted) free admission to this indoor playground for kids I worked at for far too long; see, I am not a cold-hearted asshole).  Then I went to college and got really into the social sciences, and that sort of sealed the deal.  Fully crystallized religionphobe.  No clue where this passion against Christ came from considering I went to Catholic school my entire life, although immediately after typing that last string of words I realized that perhaps that was the exact cause.

So it wasn't too random that at tonight's choral performance the first thing I thought when I heard the opening Ralph Vaughan Williams piece (which includes lines from Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass) I thought to myself- This is divinity! Who needs the religion part when you have this! Why isn't this enough?  The thought was most likely generated because I was sitting behind a nun and because I'd been reading about the choir's history before the show.  It was founded in 1906 by Metropolitan Opera coach Victor Harris under the name The Tuesday Morning Singing Club and soon became the St. Cecilia Chorus before deciding to drop the saint bit.

I greatly appreciate devotion, and admit I find beauty in faith and in aspects of religion (although to be honest, upon reflection, mostly what the mythologies say about us, the art and the music)- but to me, that beauty is on the same level as a film or a rainforest or a good conversation (because I would probably rank a great conversation higher :)).  I should also mention that while I'm pretty much a skeptic, I am a firm believer in the laws of synchronicity, and in a beautiful turn of events the very next piece was one called Credo for a Secular City by Tom Cipullo!  It opens with Iago's line from Othello "Demand me nothing.  What you know, you know" and it goes on to produce other inspiring words I had to totally resist from tweeting during intermission such as, "I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I am" (Antoine L√©onard Thomas riffing on Descartes) and a line from Llewelyn Powys' The Pathetic Fallacy: A Study of Christianity:  "A wise man can do no better than to turn from the churches and look up through the airy majesty of the wayside trees with exultation, with resignation, at the unconquerable unimplicated sun."

So why aren't the certainties of facts and mystery at large enough?  I can't even begin to try and answer that because this subject isn't my forte, but I'll say my hunches point to the same reason why people decide there's a safety in settling. And underlying that and my other hunches, the power of fear.  Why the need to define if the definition is absurd?  Curiosity is at the core of our humanness, and I don't take for granted that our spirits are partly driven by wonder (even if the wonder is sometimes inspired by religious notions). Ultimately, I find dogma stunts the full exploration of that wonder, and ya know what-

- I'm fine with this open ended mystery because that beautiful curiosity enables growth.  I'm reading William Burroughs' Junky for work right now, and in there he says, "When you stop growing you start dying."  I think those will be my two new (albeit vague) reasons as to why I'm so anti organized religion, its powerful and dangerous ability to narrow a mind and promote the need for "more than this"...  Because this is great!

P.S. I totally saved the Eucharist wafers in my pocket and ate them in class.


Monday, April 14, 2014

Hardcover Bound 2


Happy National Library Week!

Here's a "B*tch*s in Bookshops" follow up I wrote and directed with the talents of - La Shea Delaney, Eliav Mintz, Alex Mintz, Stephen Galgano, Nalani Williams and a talented fellow I found on Craigslist- Hassan Farrow. 

Makes more sense if you've seen the original one, which you can watch here.



Hardcover Bound 2

Your eyes, get tired…
From readin’, a good book
On a Saturday night
From readin’ a good book
So just grab your good book
And put on your glasses
On a Saturday night
Readin’, your - aw huh honey

All that other media lame and you know it now      
Stackin papers with some glue then ya press it down
Bound 
Bound  

Met my book club on a Wednesday
Brave New World put me in a frenzy
Were Orwell and Bradbury friendly?
Assigned 1984, but read it already! 

Reading Jung for my grad dissertation
Then Freud’s Dream Interpretations
Essays on sex aberrations 
Fill the page with mad annotations
Fight Club was a rad adaptation 
Palahniuk gives me heart palpitations!

How you gonna be loud at my station-
Makin noise around all these librarians?!  
Uhh!
This bestseller shit
This that Alchemist, Giver, Old Yeller shit
This that Harper Lee and Scarlet Letter shit
Got a first edition straight off of Alibris

Your eyes, get tired…
From readin’, a good book
On a Saturday night
From readin’ your - aw huh honey

Open up and press pause on The Book Thief
The book’s usually better than the movie.
Bound 
Bound

I read Sylvia Plath in the bath
Confederacy of Dunces when I want to laugh
In Cold Blood without even blinking
I mean damn what was Capote-pote-pote pote thinking

Ey, you remember watchu first read
Okay, I don’t remember what I first read
Prob’ly, it was Dr. Seuss, eh?
Silverstein- or Maurice Sendak

Realist magic- Borges and Murakami
Toni Morrison, Allende, Salman Rushdie
Perusin’ Malthusian theory,
Edgar Allen Poe when I feel like something eerie

They ask me what’s next on my reading list-
Ever start a book that you can’t finish?!
Caryl Churchill and Tracy Letts, I      
Think I’ll make time for Samuel Beckett
Books can help you over come lotsa things 
You know,
I know,
Why the Caged Bird Sings.

Your eyes, get tired…
From readin’, a good book  
On a Saturday night
From readin’ a good book
So just grab your good book (Reeeeaaaaaaadin')
And put on your glasses
On a Saturday night
Readin’, your good book.
Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooks….

This video was made possible by LA SHEA DELANEY, the blinking beauty who helped create the song and graciously lent herself to general ridiculousness before a camera in freezing weather with me (twice!), and the BROTHERS MINTZ, ELIAV AND ALEX, who are insanely talented producers, cameramen and editors.  I'm amazed at how Eliav has been working post on a film and mysteriously found time between like 10pm and 6 am to edit and VFX this together, in addition to shooting it with his brother.  STEPHEN GALGANO is responsible for everything audio related and should be thanked for putting up with this project's last minute recordings even though he has better things to do, as does my long time animator friend NALANI WILLIAMS with all her endless creative talent, and HASSAN FARROW who gave us the next best thing to Charlie Wilson himself. Major, major, major thanks to Project Yose's amazing COLIN DELEHANTY and SHELDON NEILL who shoot all that beautiful nature footage over at Yosemite- go look at all their beautiful work here.  Also thanks to LILIANA QUEZADA, PRODUCTION JUNCTION for being the coolest and most helpful equipment rental house, MARK ALLEN for being a great help with logistics, and TAMAR SELA for letting me snatch her kids' books without them even noticing.  A special thanks to tech-phenomenon ADAM LEIER for last minute computer wizardry, and the NYPL's MID-MANHATTAN BRANCH's helpful staff, although I will say check out is annoying when you're checking out 50+ books in a suitcase.  

UPDATE:

Here's a higher res version, for those of you that like that sort of thing.

 

Hardcover Bound 2 from Annabelle Quezada on Vimeo.

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