Author: David Schwarm

The fact that the pressure of water is exactly proportional to its height has always struck me as very very odd. And I am not sure why – I mean it makes exact sense, but still seems counter intuitive when one thinks of dams, surf, and other large bodies of water. The sheer volume of water must have some impact on the pressure, weight, whatever that the water threatens us.

Perhaps that is the point, a ten meter pillar of water is not threatening – it is biblical, or poetic, or somehow magical. A ten meter wall of water is a real threat – it is scary to even think about that much water – and I do not mean only that much water moving. Just the existance of a 10 meter wall of water or being beneath ten meters of water is horrible.

Horror always seems to outweigh common sense – or even science.

There were days
There were days
There were days I know
When all we ever wanted
Was to learn and love and grow
Once we grew into our shoes
We told them where to go
Walked halfway around the world
On promise of the glow
Stood upon a mountain top
Walked barefoot in the snow
We gave the best we had to give
How much we’ll never know, never know

Blilss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very heaven!

contemplation of one’s navel

I was permitted to hear an incredible music…I heard teh gestation of the new wrold…the sound of stars grinding and chafing, of fountains clotted with blazing gems…Music is planetary fire, and irreducible which is all sufficient; it is the slate-writing of the gods.

Close scrutiny is the governing principle of Minimalist art. Once you have seen the infinitely complex in the seemingly simple, you are far better equipped to observe the obviously complex.

I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season,
how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal
and sleep. … Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember
that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out.
Let it all pass. Let it go

Yesterday, my mom came over for diner & lisa made enchalladas. they were awesome. afterwards we had homemade cookies. a fantastic night of eating…

So predictable as to be the equivalent of silence

There is a concurancy in transactions that is not
fully realized in the stateless inventory
that we do every afternoon

before taking our children to t-ball
or reading from a book

There is a user within the design methodology
who does not complete the transaction
before the abend or the core

is created and replicated
and never fully diagnosed.