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Author: hutsha06

Finding Bliss

I have always found it hard and unsettling to stay in the same place. Place can mean a lot of things. As human beings we are constantly curious about what’s around the next corner. We live in a world that is constantly in your face. Although we are advanced comparably to any other known species, a cat, jumping from something 5 times their height, will land on their feet…unharmed…if you’re reading this, don’t try it. You’re not a cat, and IF you land on your feet…

The nervous system has a specific sensory system or organ, dedicated to each sense. Humans have a multitude of senses. Sight (ophthalmoception), hearing (audioception), taste (gustaoception), smell (olfacoception or olfacception), and touch (tactioception) are the five traditionally recognized. ‘Traditionalt recognized’- sounds simple. We’ve developed languages, with words to simplify and categorize everything; Boy or Girl? It’s clear to see that reality isn’t really that simple. We are not computers. Emotions are unique, expressive reactions to the beating these traditional senses take. From your first breath to your very last. The beauty unveils when you discover how to direct feelings and express this over abundance of emotion. That one thing that when your doing it, it is the only thing in the world that matters. It is an amazing thing to find your bliss. I’ve found bliss in being a daughter, a sister, a friend but most of all; being a mother.  It is even more amazing when other people see the beauty, and your expression portrays new perspective. We live in a world of difference awaiting another piece to fall unti place. Among us are breathtaking masterpieces of expression. We are taken by Vincent van Gogh, let me look at starry night. We envy Beethoven and the symphony is that we will never write. These glorified monumental pieces of art leave us in awe. The single creation of a master hand, in sync biologically through the central nervous system, battered by emotional, perspective, experience. Each person creates a new perspective reacting to the emotional impact relayed by one or more of your five senses. I find it easier than ever to compare perspective of music—pick one song; YouTube it. Listen to the original, hear the different layers, notice how they come together. When it’s over add the words ‘cover’ to your search bar. You will be overloaded with hundreds of different perspectives of that very same song. Each musician promises to deliver a different yet unique version.
I’ve stopped trying to see the beauty in everything. I will no longer sit through that of poor quality. As it seems like self mutilation in a less dramatic or physically destructive form yet still harmful to your mental health.

There are resesrches everywhere studying a type of sensory overload; Information overload (also known as infobesity or infoxication). This refers to the difficulty a person can have understanding an issue and making decisions that is caused by the presence of too much information.
The term is popularized by Alvin Toffler in his bestselling 1970 book Future Shock, but is mentioned in a 1964 book by Bertram Gross, The Managing of Organizations. Speier et al. (1999) stated:

“Information overload occurs when the amount of input to a system exceeds its processing capacity. Decision makers have fairly limited cognitive processing capacity. Consequently, when information overload occurs, it is likely that a reduction in decision quality will occur.”

It only seems fair to occasionally put your senses in check. I challenge you to question those sensory intakes that created your beliefs. Revisit those that helped form your sense of stability. Those that determine beauty and what is beautiful. Why is it beautiful? Hear the sound. Can you touch it? Does it smell good? What does it look like? Clear some room for new data. Look at those things and try to gain a new perspective. Listen to your favorite song like it was the very first time you’ve ever heard it. As you prepare yourself for travel, make a list. List four things that are beautiful, four things that make you angry or scowl and four things you haven’t experienced; two you believe will be good and two you feel would be bad and uncomfortable. With the new connections we have learned to make between music, art, culture and the city or impact of ones surroundings, try to experience each thing you listed in this new unfamiliar environment. You can’t do everything, or be everywhere but you can learn to wake up and see a new person looking back at you in the mirror, just as every morning is a new day. Challenge old habits and clear a space in your brain for new perspective, a new experience of those senses everyday. You already experience them everyday but we don’t acknowledge them. We’ve trained our brains to look straight ahead to our next destination, to block out the soundscape of our everyday life. Step out of yourself for a minute even if it’s uncomfortable. This will ensure that you learn something different everyday. Oh and be patient! Because everything usually works out if you keep it a possibility.

 

The Art of Travel to Facilitate Thinking

As de Botton guidelines that make up a beautiful city, I thought about applying them to the composition of  a beautiful song, full of lyrics and different instruments playing harmonies, multiple vocalists singing. Each song is a moment of clarity, with brutal honesty, it is raw beauty, there is visible life not just in the lyrical message but in each strum of a guitar, the rhythm kept by the hand beating the drum and the life travels from those performing to the dancing decades around them. Tapping of toes from feet  that have yet to take their first step to those that have walked a thousand miles. Mysterious chaos brought together on a scale of organized complexity creating a true circle of life. As the performance ends we show gratitude by clapping and cheering erratically as if it were a celebration and just as quick as they came together, united by the song, they are carried away in a gust of wind like cherry blossoms in early April…Until the next song.

Wednesday I danced to the beat of another song. An entire class of 50 people came together as one. We moved in chaotic unison. Artistically following, once a student of a wise musician, a family sharing theses sacred movements; 1+1=3. I have began to cherish these times of sacred movement. Movement that, at one time, intimidated me. Movement is something I lose a little of each day beginning the day I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. Movement I will lose a lot faster by not moving at all. When I first began my journey at Evergreen I was told I  could opt out of dancing seminars and workshops because of my ‘disability’. I spent the first few classes watching this wide variety of people, ages 18-76, feel completely comfortable moving and dancing together.  A sense of peace and harmony came over the room that was absent seconds before.  Awareness blanketed the students and professors dancing followed by excitement, joy and laughter—they would center the energy and then share it. Immediately I experienced and over abundance of energy and truly found it hard to not join this sense of togetherness. I came to Evergreen after losing my career to MS, and MS had dictated more aspects in my life than I anticipated. I caught myself 3 years after my diagnosis being defined by the little blue placard hanging from my review. Hirsh Diamant helped change my perspective, Evergreen was my vehicle and class would be the path to my redefinition, my new perspective of me. A woman, a mother, and I can. I may not be who I was or who I planned to be, but I still am. In this blog I will share my journey and interactions of with MS, Music, Connections, and The City.

While reading The Art of Travel these are a few passages that I related to-

“Stupidity is something immovable you can’t be  try to tack it with out be broken by it.”  Gustave Flaubert insisted he was not French. After his emotional connection with Egypt which he then had a new view of nationality, in fact it is not country or family defined by lines but which region was attractive, and full of feeling should nationality and identity.

National Identity; the country I love and makes me feel well. Narrow minded to not be a soul brother to the giraffe and crocodile than to man. Sorcrates  said not from Athens but from the world.”

This passage made me compare Flaubert to a man much like my father as he would introduce himself as Rick Montana to any person he meets. I AM from Montana, a small town with no stoplights, no hospital. The Rocky Mountains are beautiful with at least one 30 point buck. The Kootenai River flows swift and strong with the clearest water and biggest brightest fish. A place where living is easy, everything goes right, and everyday is a great day to be outdoors, alive with all the land, water and wildlife. “I want to buy myself a beautiful bear and below it write here is a portrait of Gustave Flaubert.”  My father loathes Washington, especially Olympia. It would make one curious as to why he picked up and left Montana in 1987, just to settle 13 miles west of Olympia in rural Steamboat Island. He doesn’t have any answers to that, but can detour the answer into a 30 minute (at least) plan to get back to Big Sky Country. I didn’t meet my father until May 31, 1996; my mother never told him of my existence, so I was a packet of paternity papers and a knock on his Olympia Washington door from a County Sheriff earlier that year. From the day I met my father (he picked me up from school on my last day of 3rd grade in Troy Montana) he has been moving back to Montana, just shy of 19 years. I can only imagine he has been planning to move back since he first crossed that state line. Interestingly enough my father, Rick Smith Sr was born in Aberdeen Washington. I am the only one out of my entire family that was truly born in Montana. I assume that my father, has somewhat of the same view in heritage as Flaubert.

 

unedited notes class notes:

The music is a language; each rhythm is lyrical; understood only by locals or those who truly engaged in the specific rituals and song of that heritage.

We all dance to the beat of our own drum.

Wherever he goes is where ever he is.

Travel can facilitate thinking.

Funding, art, idea’s, embrace, repetition, culture, elite are not only capable, broad generalization, stereo typical, superior extremes, divided (stage/crowd) myths of american music culture examples (I can’t do math) connecting “building a beautiful city, writing a beautiful song,” can you apply the same set of guidelines to different music cultures, poly-rhythm,

We love values missing from our  own culture,  desire of a place may  fuel desire for people in it. Flaubert in  Egypt (descriptively describes woman) we told each other so much through touch. She fell asleep with her hand in mine, face was mostly in shadow. Then continues to discuss coming back and feeling of melancholy and sadness because now it would be a goodbye, the last time he would see the woman.

Pg 116 bored by nothing

pg 167

Pg It always seems to me I’ll be well

Pg. 14 which explains the curious phenomenons art and reality

Pg. 25 we are sad at home and blame the art on the wall or he buildings

Pg 20 slow curiosity bordem or dispear

Boring time useful and enjoyable

Pg 54-thinking properly

Pg. 111

Pg 56 tethered to life at home

 

 

 

Song Written About Seattle

Musicians from Seattle

Notable Venues

  • The Bird
  • Can Can
  • Cha Cha Lounge
  • Club Motor
  • The Crocodile
  • The Comet
  • Chop Suey
  • D4
  • Dimitriou’s Jazz Alley
  • El Corazon
  • The Funhouse
  • Havana Cocktail Club
  • High Dive
  • Neumos
  • Jules Mae’s Saloons
  • King Cat Theater
  • The Moore Theatre
  • The Nectar Lounge
  • The Paramount
  • The Q Cafe
  • Showbox at the Market
  • Zaks
  • Lake Union Pub
  • OK Hotel
  • Storeroom Tavern
  • Rock Candy
  • Pine Street Theater
  • Showbox Sodo
  • Slims Last Chance
  • Squid Row
  • Studio Seven
  • The Sunset Tavern
  • ToST
  • The Tractor Tavern
  • The Triple Door
  • The Vera Project
  • The Viaduct
  • The Gorge
  • The Fart
  • The Central Tavern
  • The Off Ramp
  • The Wrex

Before I Leave…

Pre Spring Field Study To-Do’s

  • Build web based academic journal as well as begin to build a following
  • Research upcoming shows at local venues; purchase/reserve tickets for select shows
  • Connect with local artists; build relationships and set up possible interviews
  • Check DSLR and purchase new SD card to document photo/video research
  • Final Itinerary

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