the abecedarian: Lucy Rupert, genius of dance
Sweet Ones Cover (WOW!!)
“Get Home”: Elizabeth Elming
Physicists are going to be the new mystics. I feel it. What we are – what we exist within – what “reality” is, they refer to as a “field of pure potentiality”. How incredible! Imagine the transformation that could take place if humans deeply discover this! When I think of how a fearful, cynical, divisive consciousness has manifested in the world, clips like these convince me that peaceful consciousness can manifest as pervasively.
This is Gandhi all over again. You are infectious – your mind is quantum-ly entangled with everything else that exists. By being in a present, love-motivated state, you emit it, you affect everything around you, and that is not a little thing, that is a beam of light! “Be the change” he said, just BE it, no need to scream it from the rooftops or pull your hair out trying to cause waves of awakening in the population.
Your aware presence, your stilled mind, your open heart - are so powerful, in ways we cannot even fathom.
Quantum physics shows that the state of a particle or particles is not a static, discriminately knowable thing. In fact, it is the opposite. Active, influential, mysteriously continuous and connected to the observer.
Are we going to realize in a few hundred years, like Copernicus did, that our senses are not the determiners of truth? – that our perception of reality is only a perception, and that underneath the vast and varied menu of forms in the world lies a single, eternal force that we all emanate from and eventually return to? Are we going to understand that our thinking, chattering minds are NOT the totality of what we deem our “selves” and that a vast “field of potentiality” exists beyond it? One that we all share – so in fact, we are not separate selves? Will this mean the dawn of compassion and the end of the frantic race? Man I love it when science and faith play nice together!
Check out this excerpt from a paper by Michael Brooks:
“But these problems may be nothing compared to the bombshell that Caslav Brukner of the University of Vienna has just dropped. As if our current understanding of entanglement between widely separated particles were not sketchy enough, Brukner, working with Vedral and two other Imperial College researchers, has uncovered a radical twist. They have shown that moments of time can become entangled too (www.arxiv.org/abs/quant-ph/0402127).
They achieved this through a thought experiment that examines how quantum theory links successive measurements of a single quantum system. Measure a photon’s polarisation, for example, and you will get a particular result. Do it again some time later, and you will get a second result. What Brukner and Vedral have found is a strange connection between the past and the future: the very act of measuring the photon polarisation a second time can affect how it was polarised earlier on. “It’s really surprising,” says Vedral.
This entanglement between moments in time is so bizarre that it could expose a hole in the very fabric of quantum theory, the researchers believe. The formulation does not allow messages to be sent back in time, but it still means that quantum mechanics seems to be bending the laws of cause and effect. On top of that, entanglement in time puts space and time on an equal footing in quantum theory, and that goes sharply against the grain.
Space and time have always been very different in quantum theory. A location in space is an “observable” – like momentum or spin, spatial coordinates are just another property any quantum particle can have. The passing of time, on the other hand, has always been part of the backdrop. An electron can have a particular value of spin, or momentum or location, but it cannot have a particular time.
But if time can become entangled, it should be considered as an observable, and there is no way to write that into quantum theory. “People have tried, but something in quantum mechanics always has to be violated if you want a proper time-observable,” Vedral says. “So it could be that something in quantum mechanics has to be reformulated.”
In other words, Brukner’s result suggests that we might be missing something important in our understanding of how the world works. Maybe that shouldn’t surprise us. After all, entanglement between two spatially separated objects already tells us that space doesn’t really have the form that classical physics says it does: instantaneous cause and effect across cosmological distances is not something that any theory of the universe can cope with. And now Brukner’s result seems to extend this “impossibility” to events separated in time as well.
It’s not cause for despair, though. We know that relativity and quantum theory have to be meshed together if we are to create a “final” theory of how the universe works. It is too early to read much into Brukner’s result, but maybe it is a clue about how to produce such a theory."
After the first three movements of this monster have thrown you around, made you cry or run for cover and then left you for dead, Mahler graciously inserts this “little Adagio” as sort of palatte-cleansing respite… but don’t think you’ve reached dry land. The tempest takes on a different form – deeper, sadder and bigger than all the previous cacophony put together.
The greatest new light in my art universe! O! go to Mel Kadel’s website and enjoy the lonely, sad, Dahl-ish magic tricks… what a mind and hand can fashion with a pencil!! I believe again, all tears and drinks and cynics be damned! The frightful month when I lived in L.A. (2004?), I made a pilgrimage of sorts to the Richard Heller Gallery in Santa Monica, home of a meticulously gathered collective of gifted, unusual artists. The owner, affable, gregarious Richard himself, was kind enough to show me his giant secret stash of Marcel Dzama drawings….Gadzooks!! a seemingly endless supply of old-children’s-book magic! Mel Kadel… o my goodness I am happy to have eyes again. Thank you, angel! www.melkadel.com
Everything about this film is superb. The story of Edith Piaf was destined for immortalization in cinema — swinging from tragedy to triumph as if clinging to the end of some tireless violent pendulum… it is no wonder her singing voice can rouse us or reduce us to tears – she lived the very limits of despair and elation. Marion Cotillard richly deserved the Oscar for this performance – she portrays Piaf from about age 17 until death, convincingly altering her posture, voice and face to suit — it fills me with awe to watch actors of this caliber perform such transformations. And of course… the music… It is a fabulous mess, life. Don’t you love it? Even when it kicks you and makes you cry?
Cedar twigs smoulder in lavender oil as I listen to you whisper about losing consciousness in that peculiar, menacing tone of yours. You computerize the air I am trying to fill with souvenirs from the natural world. Frantic, hypnotic rhythms, sleep-slurred murmurs from the lost and miserable. Yes, our dislocated age. A painful shoulder, jarred free from the cuddly joint. Freedom is as much a blessing as a condemnation. Oh Thom. You are Nietzsche’s continuation, whether or not you know it or give a rat’s ass. Your intention or the absence thereof has nothing to do with such an electric philosophical kinship. But where Freidrich calls on the Overman, you call on each of us to draw something heroic from Nothingness. It is hard to hear.
Model. Sheesh. Does that even qualify as an occupation? Now now Sarah, play nice. This woman should definitely list “photographer and artist” before “model” on her resume…. Originally from Belarus, Elle came to New York to be a supermodel, but art came screaming into her mind and she had no choice but to obey its every command. Her unique twist is taking photographs in dangerous locations, sometimes the dressing rooms of posh boutiques, sometimes midnight forests in frightening suburban badlands… her photos conjure whole worlds and stories and emotions…. www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk
All I can say is, what a life. No fiction could equal her magnificent true tale.
Some fuel for your metaphysical fire. Shine bright fellow soldiers.
Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,
but that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.
And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.
-Marianne Williamson (quoted by Nelson Mandela in his 1994 Inaugural Speech)
You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop and look
fear in the face. You must do that which you think you cannot do.
- Eleanor Roosevelt
“The more I learn of physics,
. . . the more I’m drawn to metaphysics.”
— Albert Einstein
“I decided early to give my life to
something eternal and absolute. Not
to these little gods that are here today
and gone tomorrow, but to God who is
the same yesterday, today,
. . . and forever.”
— Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
…a grave, surging, soaring piece for double string orchestra in the Phrygian mode that premiered in the grandeur of Gloucester Cathedral… I can only imagine what that must have sounded like…
El Perro Del Mar makes poetic miniatures in pop music comparable to Chopin’s poetic miniatures in piano music – as lovely as tender as fragile…. I wonder if she’s short and ‘consumptive’ like poor Frederic was…. Asa Arnehead, the amazing Swedish artist who animated El Perro’s video for God Knows (You Gotta Give to Get) is a perfect visual accompaniment to this small, delicate musical universe. The drawings are brilliant but the animations are even more so… the tiniest movements can disarm. Magic….
I didn’t know very much about Faulkner before I dug right in to The Sound and The Fury, and now I plan on climbing the mountain of his output. This story didn’t flatten me, but the writing did. It’s like a feast of camera angles. He writes convincingly from mouths as disparate as a long-suffering black servant named Dilsey and a handicapped man-child named Benjy. Faulkner surprised everyone when he agreed to give an acceptance speech for the Nobel Prize in 1949. It is remarkable… a compass of sorts.