Motat2

Today I took my Unitec D7000 to the local museum.

Tourist destinations are the easiest place to take photographs because everyone is doing it.

As a school kid I remember thinking MOTAT and Auckland Museum had the best models.

In 1936 the Flying Flea was a popular recreational single seater in Auckland.

Back to bad boys, check out the flaps on this baby:

A flying simulator and user interface.

 I love analog.

And what seems to be a map for this logo turtle from the analog age to fly over:

Switched lines.

Container sized lathe.

More rail study, in the safety of a quiet Friday afternoon

Inside one workshop is a lovely green machine.

Awww...

Loading of trains can be good to get right when simulating the physics.

We like this.

I call shotgun!

Another angle on the workshops:

Before heading back to monster hangar.

The sunny side is super tranquil, the week finally starts to slow, quiet time.

Back soon, MOTAT 2!

Wander day

I have nailed the left, right, right, stairs, left, straight, left as long as I am following someone.

The doors in between, the number of which is too many for me to recall allow opportunity for mannered passing manoeuvres, or for me the opportunity to fall to the back.



One task involved a dozen new doors and more amazeballs corners of the brick mother ship.

I continue to suppress my cartesian urge to map the space and trying to desensitise my orientation circuits.



The little wing that is my home base has outdoor access simplifying things considerably.

Smoking staff members withstanding, as in tar not hotness.

Both lecture rooms have the most hideous art which is possibly why they like to keep the lights off.

It sure makes it hard to take notes but easy to focus on the computer screen on the front wall.



Seriously, spending hours of each day in a dark room watching projected video is not ideal. I awoke at 5 this morning to make sure I get every hour of daylight going.



Especially when they are so short (days not lectures).

The cherry blossom tree outside my window is keeping me grounded.

The same pair of parrots from last year are back to nibble on the new growth.

Photo at 9.



There  is a bridge at the top of the road begging for treatment.

For now I am shooting up my driveway.

There is a piano at the end of this drive.

thurstieth

Super blue sky - day of July the Thurstieth, 2015. 

Day Too, Twosday

Process Art is another example of quantitative disorder affecting my world.

Climbing out of the asinine cess pit of agile software development only to find myself amongst piles of detritus that is process art.

 Am yet to find a single instance of a like in which my qualitative balance can relax. although

 Good

 Orientation - where balance, health, laughing and happiness all make for good study 

Bad

• The DVA way - 3 jobs and serious work life imbalance will get you there 
• Openly anti written word lecturers that smoke on campus 
• Absurd notion that A+ grades required hell-vetica 12 or better

After yesterday bad images of ethnic art being appropriated by the first world to be consummated in live performance of the drugged up quantitative disorder crowd... <snip>

We also had pleasure of being introduced to Shigeru Ban an engineer and Juliet Arnet a reclaimer of old hard rimu. Both operating at my kind of frequency. TFFT.

This here uses the verb "pile".

When I can't think of what to do next I now have my verb list.

The Nikon borrowed from the AV department and the reading material from the library make up for the current difficulties grasping current topic of study. Don't have to return it until Monday!

monday

Dear Diary,

Today was my first day at my new school.

Last week us new enrolments were welcomed onto the marae.

I learned Karanga Hape is the call of Hape a noble chief who managed to get his name on the main road of dork-land in what I imagine as a very sunny pre-Pakeha day.

I also learned that if you sat at the back with the girls some fulla would let loose full roasting in Te Reo from which much laughter would be harvest. The expense I am yet to ascertain.

Apparently you need at least 15 minutes of laughter a day to be healthy and balanced.

good - positive vibrations
bad - cynical mock stars


On Friday I got taught nothing. Nada. Squat. If I find my notes I will return.


Today I put my initial on the attendance record.

It was in red.

And learned of normative white 60`s culture adopting capitalist notion that the process or means of production is all that is important. Artists wanting to be rockstars took to performance and improvisation to woo their crowd.

bad - pretentious cocks
good - anti-illusionism

Jackson Pollock was an example today. He called his process Drip Art, the academics termed it Action Art * and the Process Art movement apparently owned it.

Once Jackson Pollock owned the process of dropping ink with velocity at  canvas on the ground plane it's his.

* The public typically refer to it as Kindergarten Art.

This is how today made me feel.