Robert L. Peters

24 October 2009

Domestic Goddess…

Domestic_Goddess

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Winnipeg Beach, Manitoba

More people have expressed interest in the quirky assemblage weathervanes that I’ve been making—so I thought I’d post the latest. Domestic Goddess (a tongue-in-cheek composition dedicated to Ev’s alleged culinary prowess) now graces the top of a wooden pole in front of her ceramics studio.

This piece invokes the heroic narrative of “harnessing the domestic beast” and comprises a large chromed-copper kettle, an old wooden kitchen shelf shaped as a wing (adorned with sheet copper, spoons, and knives), metal shoe-trees as secondary wings, serving forks as tail feathers, a railing banister with a wood-fired ceramic arrowhead as a directional pointer, a ceramic dragon-head (chained to the kettle with ball-chain from vertical blinds with a brass lock)—all topped with a found copper and brass angel figurine (perhaps a Christmas ornament from a former time) brandishing a brass trident. Bearings from an old roller-skate wheel provide friction-free swiveling action.


19 October 2009

A designer’s dream brief…

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(Thanks Matt!)


17 October 2009

Carlin on the USA: “We like war!”

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New York, New York

Few in modern times have been as engagingly direct in pointedly speaking truth to power as the late George Carlin. Throughout his illustrious career as a stand-up comedian he was an outspoken critic of the United States’ war-mongering tendencies—e.g. here and here (filmed decades apart, both with explicit language warnings) are excellent samples of his pacifist Leitmotif. You certainly can’t accuse the man of being subtle…


12 October 2009

Thanksgiving… in every moment.

Ernest_Hemingway

Be present. I would encourage you with all my heart—just to be present. Be present and open to the moment that is unfolding before you. Because, ultimately, your life is made of moments. So don’t miss them by being lost in the past or anticipating the future.

Don’t be absent from your own life. You will find that life is not governed by will or intention. It is ultimately the collection of these sense memories stored in our nerves, built up in our cells. Simple things: a certain slant of light coming through a window on a winter’s afternoon. The sound of spring peepers at twilight. The taste of a strawberry still warm from the sun. Your child’s laughter. Your mother’s voice.

Jessica Lange’s 2008 commencement address to the graduates of Sarah Lawrence College

(photo: Ernest Hemingway kicks a can…)


8 October 2009

brevity


7 October 2009

Signs… we all love them, right?

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Whenever you’re tempted to put up another sign, just remember—
the road to hell is paved with good intentions.


6 October 2009

In theory, theory is exactly the same as practice. In practice, it’s not.

GDC_Listserv

“In my experience, the theory hits practice pretty quickly.”

(thanks to Bob Roach and Rick Strong for these quotable truisms—from the GDC’s Listserv earlier today)


5 October 2009

A salute: Abraham Maslow (1908-1970)

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Abraham_Maslow_portrait

Brooklyn, New York

Abraham Harold Maslow was an American psychologist noted for his conceptualization of a “hierarchy of human needs”—today he is considered the founder of humanistic psychology. Born into an uneducated family of Jewish immigrants from Russia, Maslow was raised in Brooklyn as the eldest of seven children. Reportedly he was slow and tidy as a youth, spending his time in libraries and among books, and largely without friends.

Maslow was encouraged to actively pursue an education: after initially studying law at the City College of New York, he transferred to Cornell University in 1927, and then on to graduate school at the University of Wisconsin where he entered the field of psychology (pursuing an original line of research in the investigation of primate dominance behavior and sexuality). He went on to further research at Columbia University, where he was mentored by Alfred Adler, one of Sigmund Freud’s early followers. From 1937 to 1951 Maslow served on the faculty of Brooklyn College, where he blossomed under the mentorship of anthropologist Ruth Benedict and Gestalt psychologist Max Wertheimer—these two were so accomplished and such “wonderful human beings,” that Maslow began taking notes about them and their behavior (most psychology before Maslow had been concerned with the abnormal and the ill—he turned the tables and concentrated on observing the healthy). This inspired shift in focus became the basis of his lifelong research and thinking about mental health and human potential, which he wrote about extensively.

Simply put, Maslow saw the needs of human beings arranged like a ladder (ergo, his pyramidal Hierarchy of Needs). The most basic needs, at the bottom, were physical. Then came safety needs, followed by psychological or social needs, then esteem needs, and at the top, the self-actualizing needs of self-fulfillment—“to become all that one is capable of becoming.” Maslow felt that unfulfilled needs lower on the ladder would actually inhibit a person from climbing to the next step (proof of concept: someone dying of thirst quickly forgets their thirst when they have no oxygen).

We celebrate Maslow today for his surprisingly original thinking, and for changing the way that modern-day physiologists understand the world. Without his creative mind and critical circumspection, humanistic psychology would certainly not have become what it is today. You rock, Abraham!

Here are some of my favorite “quotables” by Maslow:

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Every really new idea looks crazy at first.

All the evidence that we have indicates that it is reasonable to assume in practically every human being, and certainly in almost every newborn baby, that there is an active will toward health, an impulse towards growth, or towards self actualization.

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he (or she) is to be ultimately at peace with himself (or herself).

If you plan on being anything less than you are capable of being, you will probably be unhappy all the days of your life.

We are not in a position in which we have nothing to work with. We already have capacities, talents, direction, missions, callings.

One’s only rival is one’s own potentialities. One’s only failure is failing to live up to one’s own possibilities. In this sense, every man can be a king, and must therefore be treated like a king.

Dispassionate objectivity is itself a passion, for the real and for the truth.

He that is good with a hammer tends to think everything is a nail.

A first-rate soup is more creative than a second-rate painting.

I was awfully curious to find out why I didn’t go insane.

I can feel guilty about the past, apprehensive about the future, but only in the present can I act. The ability to be in the present moment is a major component of mental wellness.

The fact is that people are good. Give people affection and security, and they will give affection and be secure in their feelings and their behavior.

It seems that the necessary thing to do is not to fear mistakes, to plunge in, to do the best that one can, hoping to learn enough from blunders to correct them eventually.

The sacred is in the ordinary, in one’s daily life, in one’s neighbors, friends, and family, in one’s backyard.

We fear to know the fearsome and unsavory aspects of ourselves, but we fear even more to know the godlike in ourselves.

You will either step forward into growth or you will step back into safety.


3 October 2009

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2 October 2009

God, and lawn care…

GOD: Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles.

St. FRANCIS: It’s the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers ‘weeds’ and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.

GOD: Grass? But, it’s so boring. It’s not colorful. It doesn’t attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. It’s sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?

St. FRANCIS: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.

GOD: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.

St. FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it — sometimes twice a week.

GOD: They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?

St. FRANCIS: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.

GOD: They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?

St. FRANCIS: No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.

GOD: Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?

St. FRANCIS: Yes, Sir.

GOD: These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.

St. FRANCIS: You aren’t going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it, so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it…

GOD: What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It’s a natural cycle of life.

St. FRANCIS: You’d better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.

GOD: No!? What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?

St. FRANCIS: After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.

GOD: And where do they get this mulch?

St. FRANCIS: They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.

GOD: Enough! I don’t want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you’re in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?

ST. CATHERINE: Dumb and Dumber, Lord. It’s a story about….

GOD: Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.

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(as conveyed to me by my brother Jim: original source unknown)


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