An Not-So-But-Very-Real Education

Do we need education? Ha! I'm not talk about that anti-semitic-theme ABOUT girl-next-door-act-purity-act-so-clever THAT fallin'in-love-and-broken WITH prince-oh-so-charming-'blamingonjewsguy' oscar winning movie, oh no! That's not educational i think, more about pseudo-nazi propaganda, based on true story about sore loser 'independent' woman, SAR*great*CASM. I'm talking about the real thing, education through who we are. Well, let me give you a hint;

Wow, is that old-skool biology? Yeah, damn right! But i'm not gonna tell you about the marvelous things about plantae kingdom with it's sections, i'm barely forgot it. So...i'll choose the even-grown-up talk, which they found it really fun to talk about it, sometimes a little bit too much, that will considered as bad-taste-joke, but the fact is, sex is a real thing that matters these days, err...if not over-exposed. I've got my very first idea about sex when i'm 5th grade, oh yeah, thanks for my desk-mate dude for revealed it, that's made him a new kid messiah, giving me a nightmare for all straight year. Yeah, nightmare, i'm even cannot look my parents on the face back then, too much awkward moments, too much fact that killed me.

But, it was an education, some of the most indulging to talk with, well, to experienced with (for the expert). Just like a flower that needs to mated to become a garden, all living kind needs sex for living; to make living, to create life. But somehow, these days, 'to make living' seems not much anymore, why not over-exposed them; let's make it porn! Porn, Porn, Porn, yup...indulgence in your wildest imagination. Well...i remember that i'm accidentally found my Dad "Playboy's: 50 years Playmates" books, it's a strange-but-absolutely-fun findings. Thanks to Mr. Hefner, now i know what sex really about; bunny costumes and act-cute-boobs-and-butts, and maybe dozen of perverts who worships them, fun! Well, it's not a 'real' thing i think, but our society need those for stimulate their libido nerves, fair enough, but the real horror is; if the real libido cannot stimulate naturally anymore, well congrats to the evil-media-aristocracy, you'll get your bucks, a LOT, 'cause porn will be a new kind of normal career fields, just for so-called stimulation. If that happens, i will be devastated, 'cause i'm not gonna throw my architecture title that i'm already dead for getting it, no sir, it's too much for money grubbing. 

In the end, well...we need sex, if we know how to deal with it, don't be hypocrite about it, i know your mind sometimes glimpse that idea, it's perfectly normal. Just keep the rational age barrier functional then, let it be an education.

PS: Yup it's my kitsch prop; the olde-worlde "DIDALAM DAN DILOEAR KAMPOENG oleh J.B.Wolters, Groningen, Batavia" biology book from fest, and just-a-toy condom from Singapore trip, SCIENTIFIC!

Caressing Your Inner Adventurous Mind

Thank G-d for Internet, television, and books, so we can explores all the world in one possible place near us. Imagine if we're not exposed for all information available, maybe we'll wandering around searching for answers. Some says that television killed imagination, i think they wrong, totally, 'cause it's enhanced our imagination not vanishing it, poor those losers.

But, books can be little intimidating, like some little box with thousands words, some people (including me) prefer some motion, sound, and picture overloads. I'm not gonna lie about this, when i was a kid, i'm a manga-cartoon-freak, i tasted my first novel (fiction/non-fiction/sci-fi) on my 5th grade, it's a local teen-life novel, "LUPUS", and i addicted for it, it's humor, romance, horror, ballads in one book, cool inventions i've must say. Growing up, i developed my liking to novels in many variety; from Shakespeare's (the most intimidating, really), Rowling's, Blyton's, Dahl's, Burnett's, Stoker's, and so on. It's amazing how a words can lead you to mind-adventure, strolling your own path, your own labyrinth, without spending money, all in your mind only.

Recently, i'm borrowed this gems, from our public library in Sudirman, Jakarta (side-by-side with Ratu Plaza). The author, Capt. Marryat, is an English Royal Navy officer slash novelist, his position really impact on his works, one of them is "The Children Of The New Forest". The navy life really described in this story, the main character along the orphan kids stated their adventures trough their hard life; agony and desperation, and off course, proper happy ending, classy! (NOT A SPOILER, NOT A SPOILER) The shoot up there just a mix of the book itself, considered as lithography art with shade of royalty touch, the palette i choose, just the same value of ex-gift-gold-threads-wrapping-paper, reminds me of Sting - "Fields Of Gold", SHEER CARESSING! 

Sometimes, i just wandering my soul and mind like a wind, yeah just like wind, with a stormy cloud.

Maybe, i'm just a anti-sunny person, i don't effing care about that. It's better than being a hot head monster

flashing a giga-flare eyes everytime they try to test my nerve

Cool as wind, in the open field, i just want to sleep, endlessly.

xoxo

IRS INITSUGA

xoxo

Ghost Can't Steal As It'll Be Kept Forever

I'm not ashamed to admitted that i love gathering stuff, small/detailed/memorial stuff. It's freakin' hilarious how a small things can created a huge meanings, or even stories. Yet, i'm also think that if a small stuff can produced bigger story, how about big stuff? Errr...humongous??? Well i'll kept that later...

Verb: Conditioning, is a architecture boogazine, and becomes my love, my inspiration, my eternal excuses for showing hatred for the other boring/commercialized architecture books. Well why? For me architecture books must be liked manga, full of images, little bit of words, OR, full of un-grammatized-cult words, few images. I hate when architecture books translated as rhetorical theories, or definition, i wanted more phenomenon, more tragedy, more angst. Verb: Conditioning described a phenomenon towards identity in architecture, for examples; Las Vegas, it's a tacky, identity-crisis wonderland, if i see them in my mere mortal vision, but as architecture, Las Vegas is recreating fantasy, rediscovered dreams. The other project in this boogazine that i loved you can read further in my earlier post, here. There's many interesting projects that compounded in one tiny book, and i'll posted about it, promises...promises.

The post-ice-cream-cap of mine came from Ben&Jerry's, it's a cult institution that created a social trends, and the coolest one. I love how they do to their website, swanky! Fun, yeah just like my favorite architecture boogazine, must be fun, must be blow my mind. I love the vanilla one, they used real vanilla bean, you can spotted through the tiny black speckled. And salute to them to used fair trade vanilla, one of them came from my country Indonesia. The real weird things about that, there's no outlet found in my country (well there's some of hiding in the midst of the city, but...come on!), the vanilla one i've got on my Singapore's trip, they've a lot of outlets there (even on the Siloso beach, Sentosa), how envious. 

The other stuffs left; Olde Mickey Mouse pocket watch and 4711 mini cologne. The pocket watch i've got from my Dad business trip back when i'm on first grade (circa 1993), and the most well-kept treasures of mine, still as new. I love how Mickey's hands become hour/min arrow. Gift from our parents in the childhood spelled legacy for me, unforgotable. The 4711 mini cologne, is another legacy, it's my late grandfather favorites, my Dad gives me on his Europe trip last year with my Mom (minus me, haha!), it's came from the original Koln, Germany, yeah...mine was a real genuine indeed. I love the smell, it's a first cologne ever made in history of perfume making (err...Koln=Cologne), it's fresh, aquatic fresh, with a hint of citrus, and densed alcohol, just like a after-shower smell, FRESH!

Err...when i took the shoot of my stuffs,

i don't realized it would be royally-klsx-gold all around,

as i hate the bourgeois-jerk things. Meh, i'll stick with the ghetto then, SHAZAMMM!  

My Humble Tribute For Extraordinary Mr. Burton's Part 1

"...'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems, in a place that perhaps you've seen in your dreams. For the story that you are about to be told takes place in the holiday worlds of old. Now, you've probably wondered where holidays come from. If you haven't, I say it's time you've begun!..."

.Irony.Death.Sorrow.Shadow.Puppet.Pop.Sarcasm.Melody.Requiem.Love.

So...

Those Top 10 essentials stuff came from a very exceptional creations.

Almost genius i'll say.

Recognized.

Realized.

Admired.

Who???

Well...it's Burton.

Tim Burton, he is.

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993), it's my very 'virginal' experience with Burton's work, i'm still 1st-2nd grade that time. Just the perfect time i'd found my other addiction of Coppola's, and it's wayyyyyyyyyy different than that damn twilight...!Jeez...Vampire should be like Count Dracula, not dimwit-sissy-gliterry-asshole like. Bram Stoker will be ashamed. As for TNBC, it's not something that 7-8 yrs old children can easily swallowed. I'm enjoyed the puppet, and the songs, but not the story. As a mere kids, i found TNBC to be a scarry, rather than funny cartoon. Okay it's not cartoon afterall, as i'm grew up, i discovered further that it's a stop motion film. It was a modernized of puppetier show. Brilliant.

Tim Burton's cult phenomenon, it's exactly like Bjork's. Both started in 1990's era, had huge followers since then, quirky sense, and so on. Funny..., it became a state of coolnessy for some so-called-quirky-kids right now. Despite my act of judge, i think Tim Burton had success to push-out boundaries in both modern story-telling and cinematography, his work was a honest example of the meaningness from life and death. I had my personal favorites here, well two stuffs only; one is Zero, Jack Skellington's dog, and The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy & Other Stories, hardcover series. I wish i had more Burton's workabilias, as i don't want to called it merchandise, 'cause it will be...you know, DISRESPECTFUL!

"...I'm a master of fright and a demon of light and I'll scare you right out of your pants. To a guy in Kentucky I'm Mister Unlucky and I'm known throughout England and France. And since I am dead I can take off my head to recite Shakespearean quotations. No animal nor man can scream like I can, with the fury of my recitations..."

O...Mr. Skellington, you're way too charming for a bones, more than Mr.Bond for me, love you.

Well...talk about charm-genesis phenomenon,

I should make a story from it,

...soon.



Architecture That Killed Lousy Tinkerbell (WISH!)

In my last time of architecture college (final exam now!), sometimes i really missed the days of torture and sorrow in design studio. The agony from my mentors, tortured us like spending time watching Stephen King's works (which happened to be my favorites), mocked us about how really shit our fruit from our labours was (talk about crap!). Since that times, i grew not only become very appreciated to all artisan work (architect, painter, musician, artist, etc), but more important is to be daredevil, unafraid to try new concept, enhancing creativity. Salute to all my architecture college mentors XOXO, i'm thanked them so much *sob*.

Okay...!You don't think i'll be goodie-goodie student and not forgetting all horrible things that those 'nazi' did to me, don't you? Off course...NOT, architecture to me is love/hate, on/off relationship. Hate/off/negative things dominantly because the people's part, the design/art part is my favorite. It's an art that we can live in it. How appropiate to use art or what?

So many books i got inspired naturally/forced by crazy 'nazi' mentors. But i'll must say Verb Boogazine series it's my favorite. I'm only had one (Verb : Conditioning), which inside has my personal pick of project, Absinth' Air by Decosterd&Rahm. Coolest factor about the project is; it's not even a building, it's not just interior, it's experimental installation of the senses.

Some mere installation offered visual wonder, gaudiesque chi-chi interior, or even sci-fi laser thingy effect, but not this. Do you ever experience 'real' green fairy existence in just one room visiting? i'm not talk ing about that damn annoying flying cartoon creature, act-cuter, pet of her freaking act-childish-over-indulge boss. If you want to see fairy, feeling like one, just drink couple slosh of absinth then, why not? Halucinating is sounds 100x cooler than watch and imagining...lame cartoon character. Err...i never taste absinth before, i doubt they ever existed in my country. But i want that, at least a slosh, i want to see the green-blue flame dancing around my shot (pathetic?). I'm even wondered if i can get the Staroplzenecky one, the Czech's absinth reknown brand, i'm crazy about the ceramic-goth memorabilia veil, SUITE!

The Absinth' Air installation is a making 'sense' project by vaporized absinth, so we visitors can inhale and start experiencing green fairy seduces our mind. It's get even better, you're not even got drunk! Playing safe, but in better efforts. I wish i can get in there, even only temporary, why not event like these become regular??? Decosterd&Rahm, you guys ROCKX!!! 

PS: Look at the warning sign sticky over the entrance, NICE!

Suck My Green Tea Latte Brain Out, Don Corleone!

It must be a shallow phenomenon that made Don Corleone, a.k.a The Godfather built some kinda huge cult worshippers. It's not that i really hate Coppola's most hella good work (i adored Coppola's), but there's something i found really annoying about one-upman-shit charismatic persona.

In the other hand, Hannibal Lecter had something that Corleone didn't , the art of solitary psychocologic act. He do his evil work alone, NOT drag along the poor weaklings to drown in hell with him, just like Corleone did (shit!!!). I bet if Corleone didn't had a huge amount of people-eat-shit-following-party member and his dumb family, he's nothing but crap.

Well...blame me. Maybe because i really enjoyed Dr. Lecter's trilogy to many times, compared to The Godfather's that made me really passed out in a very first half hour. How genius Dr. Lecter can be; he's art guru, psychology master, scientist, decent traveller, mind-gamer, and everything that he want to be has to be cool enough for him. Don't forget that he has some unindentified magnetic charm, so much better than so-obvious-fine-charmer.

Goes on...talk about taking relax time, i had this Thomas Harris's Hannibal english version hardcover-clad book from public library in Senayan, Jakarta. The book's cover itself was simple, sophisticated, and very represent Dr. Lecter quality : solid black (his hidden evil), gold plated title (his avant garde taste), and blood velvet on reverse side of the cover (his addiction to blood...,and flesh).

And just like any other book-inspired-movies, book WIN off course! The horror, detail by detail was hypnotized (and really amused) me. I really...(mean it) really enjoyed my so called 'bible' though. For the best thing ever, when you started to munching this dictionary-thicked-wonder-of-work do mated it with best concoction as your post-angst quencher. Starbucks Iced Green Tea Latte, is my personal choice, one of my addiction in the past of couple months right now. I'd better choose just latte than the superfamous Frappucino. Why? 'cause i always feel when i drink any Starbucks's Frappucino, it always ended like i was eating a pile of flavored ice, and it wasn't good thing. Starbucks Iced Green Tea Latte is my stressed quencher, mood maker, my thirst savior. The only upset thing is, it's quite expensive compared to others Starbucks coffee, it's only tea for pete sake!

On picture, there's my aunt's coffee, and chicken spinach omellete muffin (YUM!). Starbucks is located on Supermal Karawaci, Tangerang, Jakarta. Very cozy place to eat, read, drinks, and net-browsing (*cough*blogging*cough*)...there's few charger provided each seat which placed near wall. I know this combo of Thomas Harris's Hannibal with Starbucks Iced Green Tea Latte will seems little bit odd, but it's really work for my tranquillity-search-momentum.

PS: My first entree never be this good though, YIKES!!!