Was invited to perform for the Rotary Club 12th Anniversary dinner night on 29th Feb. The dinner was organized by Rotary Club of Kamunting, held in the Legend Inn Hotel of Taiping. It was also a fund-raising dinner for the Palliative Care Society of Taiping, which was founded by Mr Lewellyn, one of the surgeons from surgical dept Hosp Taiping.
Performing to the VIP table.
With Dr Sree, the
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Best Magic (Part 2)
Best Street MagicCyril's burger's trick clip has been circulating on net since few years back. The creativity of this effect is just astonishingly awesome.Best Quick ChangeQuick change by David and Dania the couple, the speed and coordination is just incredible.Best Rope MagicRope magic routine from the world champion master rope magician Tabary. Absolutaly flawless.Best Sawed-in-halfOut of the
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Do overs
Last night I ripped out hours of knitting over and over again. Sometime after midnight I gave up and went to bed. This morning I dove back in only to rip out the rows another two times before getting over the hump of slipped stitches and lost row counts. There was more than a moment when I wondered why I ever took up knitting to begin with.
But then there’s the promise of a lace scarf for my niece, a new creative adventure, a thing of beauty despite inevitable mistakes that may or may not be evident once finished.
And that’s why I dive into things like putting this blog on Facebook even though I haven’t worked out all the kinks yet. And why I’ve stopped trying to get things perfect before bringing them out into the world.
Snow doesn’t wait until it’s formed the perfect crystal. Water falls from the sky. If it’s a certain temperature it comes down as rain. Another temperature and it changes form. This somehow inspires and consoles me as I look out the window, pleasantly surprized by the unexpected flurries, while I flail about in knitting and other creative adventures.
I’ve taken this week off to work in my studio. And a week in the studio brings up lots of stuff. It’s not just about making things. It’s about making space for the work. Literally and psychically. Gazing into one’s belly button is inevitable.
This year was the first I gave myself the gift of renting a dedicated studio space, and now just 6 months into it I’m giving it up. The excuse is that I don’t get there often enough, it’s a 40 minute drive, the lack of consistency is not allowing me the progress I’d like to be making and it’s just not cost effective.
The minute those words were out of my mouth I realized it’s not a dollars and sense issue at all. In truth, the studio space makes me sad because I don’t get there and it calls to me, creating a deep dull ache. Once I’m there I can’t seem to focus and get down to work in the limited amount of time I carve out. I fiddle a lot.
So I’m resolved to finding something closer to home, possibility renting out a space adjacent to the antique and collectibles space I have at The Ole Carousel down the road. A little quirky, a lot less space to spread out, but a lot more accessible. With the opportunity to sell a little something perhaps.
It’s not perfect. But we need to find ways of making our creative lives more deeply connected to every day life. Knitted into the fabric of it. It’s great to have a sanctuary for creativity. I’ve loved running away to my little studio in the woods. But I don’t want my art to be something I have to run away to when I can squeeze it in. I want it to be totally incorporated into my life, so it can fuel my life, not just recharge it.
So if I have to rip out row after row of stitches already in place, til I find the right rhythm and space – well, that’s what it takes sometimes.
Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful. - Buddha
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But then there’s the promise of a lace scarf for my niece, a new creative adventure, a thing of beauty despite inevitable mistakes that may or may not be evident once finished.
And that’s why I dive into things like putting this blog on Facebook even though I haven’t worked out all the kinks yet. And why I’ve stopped trying to get things perfect before bringing them out into the world.
Snow doesn’t wait until it’s formed the perfect crystal. Water falls from the sky. If it’s a certain temperature it comes down as rain. Another temperature and it changes form. This somehow inspires and consoles me as I look out the window, pleasantly surprized by the unexpected flurries, while I flail about in knitting and other creative adventures.
I’ve taken this week off to work in my studio. And a week in the studio brings up lots of stuff. It’s not just about making things. It’s about making space for the work. Literally and psychically. Gazing into one’s belly button is inevitable.
This year was the first I gave myself the gift of renting a dedicated studio space, and now just 6 months into it I’m giving it up. The excuse is that I don’t get there often enough, it’s a 40 minute drive, the lack of consistency is not allowing me the progress I’d like to be making and it’s just not cost effective.
The minute those words were out of my mouth I realized it’s not a dollars and sense issue at all. In truth, the studio space makes me sad because I don’t get there and it calls to me, creating a deep dull ache. Once I’m there I can’t seem to focus and get down to work in the limited amount of time I carve out. I fiddle a lot.
So I’m resolved to finding something closer to home, possibility renting out a space adjacent to the antique and collectibles space I have at The Ole Carousel down the road. A little quirky, a lot less space to spread out, but a lot more accessible. With the opportunity to sell a little something perhaps.
It’s not perfect. But we need to find ways of making our creative lives more deeply connected to every day life. Knitted into the fabric of it. It’s great to have a sanctuary for creativity. I’ve loved running away to my little studio in the woods. But I don’t want my art to be something I have to run away to when I can squeeze it in. I want it to be totally incorporated into my life, so it can fuel my life, not just recharge it.
So if I have to rip out row after row of stitches already in place, til I find the right rhythm and space – well, that’s what it takes sometimes.
Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful. - Buddha
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Sunday, February 3, 2008
List making pros and cons
I recently started making lists again, online this time, at listography. I swear on and off lists. There's no question they help get things done. But I've also found them to have a silent nag factor. Sometimes oppressive. Often depressing. I simply can't get everything on my lists done. And I hate the reminder that I'm not as efficient and effective as I'd like to be.
My theory when not list-making is that the important stuff gets done. Unimportant, non-essentials fall off the radar and that's okay. In fact, it's a gift. The gift of not having a list to remind me what's fallen by the wayside.
But like I said, I'm back on list-making for the time being.
Some people find it a very gratifying, almost meditative act. And maybe that's a way to trick myself into thinking list-making is something more than the mundane organizational tool I judge it to be.
I think one of my issues with lists, is that they seem to propogate themselves. Lists beget lists, beget lists. There doesn't seem to be an end to them, or a list that is ever actually finished, complete, accomplished.
It's never occured to me before this moment, but lists are really just a process. I've always thought of them as so absolute and concrete. But they're changeable, ever evolving. Maybe I've just found the key to keeping list-making relevant for me.
Everything is a process.
Process is everything.
What else have I labeled too constricting or confining that actually has a process hiding behind its conventional facade?
Hmmm. Looks like I've got a list to start.
My theory when not list-making is that the important stuff gets done. Unimportant, non-essentials fall off the radar and that's okay. In fact, it's a gift. The gift of not having a list to remind me what's fallen by the wayside.
But like I said, I'm back on list-making for the time being.
Some people find it a very gratifying, almost meditative act. And maybe that's a way to trick myself into thinking list-making is something more than the mundane organizational tool I judge it to be.
I think one of my issues with lists, is that they seem to propogate themselves. Lists beget lists, beget lists. There doesn't seem to be an end to them, or a list that is ever actually finished, complete, accomplished.
It's never occured to me before this moment, but lists are really just a process. I've always thought of them as so absolute and concrete. But they're changeable, ever evolving. Maybe I've just found the key to keeping list-making relevant for me.
Everything is a process.
Process is everything.
What else have I labeled too constricting or confining that actually has a process hiding behind its conventional facade?
Hmmm. Looks like I've got a list to start.
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