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Spotlight: Vernacular

Nothing to get me going like a good, nail-driving turn of phrase.  Can we all agree that a language’s bouquet of idioms is one of the highest measures of its pith and precision?

This post is the first in a series of some of the catchiest, most exacting, ‘on the money’ modes of expression within the English language.

To kill two birds, it goes hand-in-hand rather nicely with a few of the posts published recently, regarding generation-specific developments (exactly that which much of vernacular is).


“Chaos refers to a kind of constrained randomness.  Wherever a chaotic process has shaped an environment, a fractal structure is left behind.”

(Although Iʻve never actually looked) Tom Beddard is the first person Iʻve found on the internet that shares an interest in fractals.  Since not being able to avoid wanting to know all about sacred geometry and divine proportions, I find it comforting to know of others with alike curiosities.

Granted, Beddard has formally studied this, so his expertise unwittingly dwarfs my wide-eyed fascination about the omni-repetition of patterns, as if by ratios endemic to themselves.  Here, he shares fractal renders that I am guessing he made using this web-based, user-friendly, interactive Fractal Lab.

Yes, the images are confusing to me, too.  Are they half-eaten fruit?  Decaying organs?  Origami sculptures?  Petrified wood ornaments?  In any case, letʻs be excited about anything that grids itself out algorithmically, as if God himself gave it permission to exist in such a way.

Precociously, if you will.

"Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone." -- Octavio Paz


It’s summer break, and more time on-hand means more thinking.  Often, perhaps while tanning in my backyard under noonday sun and cloudless sky, reading about the parts of a syllable/the evolution of weapons/etc., it is a cerebral invitation of come-one-come-all, for thoughts that I haven’t assimilated into my experience, yet.  Here are the latest ones:

I don’t think it’s really great to be alive today.  Rather, for clarity’s sake, I think it’s exceptional to be alive at any point during the time of humans.  In saying this, it also goes without saying that I don’t mean to be heartwarming or hopeful, but just look at how far we’ve come! (re: humans living among humans, in respective nations, inventing things, some failure, some progress).  Mainly, I think about one thing: when we wish to learn anything that happened in the past, we must do so by reading, or sometimes listening, or sometimes (if we’re lucky), we have dreams.  The point is, everything we learn is perceived second hand, through another scope (post hearsay filter, hopefully).

I say that being alive to witness the passage of time is amazing because we see it firsthand, everything, anything, and all nuances in between.  We have the ability to observe consecutive years of humanity over the course of one lifetime, to the point that no succeeding generation will understand it with the same experiential assimilation.  Much like the way I can never truly understand how the bombing of Pearl Harbor temporarily changed my grandmother’s diet when she was a teenager, or how my parents went through early adolescence when racial segregation was still legal in America.  Two events for which a thorough retrospect imparted at the dinner table hardly does justice.

Granted, it is easy to assume that there is more convenience, being a college student during the peak of the Technology Age, or a young, wickered gay male enjoying the liberally-evolved shenanigans of San Francisco’s Castro District.  But the truth is, the human condition has remarkable adaptability, and humans, for the most part, make do with what they’ve got, without knowing about what they don’t; economic mishaps are chronologically ignorant, and no social interaction is immune to personal idiosyncrasies.  Moreover, I am just thankful for the privileges I have to observe them!

As an adult, I feel a responsibility to take up everything I can that is happening right now, on Earth, during the time I am alive.  If we have the means to be aware, then for whom is it to not be so?  In praise of the march of time, our witnessing consciousness, and my anthropological curiosity, this is the first installment of a series of rigidly time-specific breakthroughs within humanity, for which I am grateful to have been a witness.

Bracketeers, an Infiniti.

Asbjorn Lonvig interprets traditional Easter Island motifs and other emblematic images, namely the most popular – known as the moai – or giant stone heads that are found across the island, in this exhibit released a few years ago.

My favorite of the series is this geometric carnival of black, white and red.  Not only does it remind me of many an unanswerable gag joke about daily newspapers or zebras with diaper rash, but I also get the creeping, uncanny urge to believe that the color red is by far the most effective catalyst of all pitfalls and fuck-ups that result from indulging the impulses of super-ego-mania.

Bees and Nectar: Decanting

I am never not at the mercy of nature’s convolution.  The nexus of God’s fingerprints left unto our perceivable reality is forever profound for any human gazing into the abyss.  Thanks to Hunter Wyndham, I was recently told of the exciting life of ultra-violet flowers, who fluoresce at certain parts of their bodies, whose processes prove more favorable to certain insects during pollination.

What I gather is, these pollinating insects have different visual scopes than humans.  When they fly, they see flowers through a different light filter, which affords them a sort of skeletal image of the flowers source of nectar.  In this way, the insect sees these sources as “runways” by which they feed on the nectar, and often chooses the flowers with the richest supply.

Here is a link to read more about the functions of ultra-violet fluorescence in flowers.  There is also a catalog with various photos that show particular flowers in both natural light, and through a UV filter, giving us a look from the insect’s perspective.

Meanwhile, here are a few of my favorite pictures.