I Believe in Everything

Fall, from the roof, originally uploaded by Lea LSF.

Fall, from the roof

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“I never was lost in the woods in my whole life,” said Daniel Boone, “though once I was confused for three days.” (pg. 13)

Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things come from, and where you will go.” (pg. 4)

The word “lost” comes from the Old Norse los, meaning the disbanding of an army, and this origin suggests soldiers falling out of formation to go home, a truce with the wide world. (pg. 7)

&&JUST A DEEP THOUGHT__and a brief comparative literature type of jam.

Last week, I read Knut Hamsun’s The Wanderer, which coincidentally or not is a story of a man losing himself.

The Wanderer has left behind wealth and comfort in order to wander from estate to estate seeking seasonal work and rough shelter.  His claim that he left cultured city life in search of peace and quiet is sincere, but not exactly reflective of reality.  In practice, he seeks out the company of others and becomes invested from a distance in the dramas surrounding the Masters and Madames on whose lands he toils.

It seems that he is lost, not physically, but in the cares and worlds of others. In a sense, he is like a reader who never writes, living lost in other people whose actions and feelings he cannot impress.  Oh, but what effect they have on him! His preoccupation with the lives of others would make him seem dull, if it were not true that reading is an art itself–an art whose very process entails getting lost.  The getting lost that Solnit is after when she posits that, “Never to get lost is not to live, not to know how to get lost brings you destruction, and somewhere in the terra incognita in between lies a life of discovery.”

From this a lesson or two. #1. read a lot. #2 don’t be afraid from time to time to get lost in other people’s lives b/c they too are overgrown woods whose only paths are the forays we make into them. #3 Get lost!

MORE NOTES AS BOOK IS FURTHER READ.

Fractal Cauliflower, originally uploaded by Lea LSF.

My housemate Melanie was keeping this in the refrigerator planning she said to eat it for dinner this very week!

I of course stole it for worship purposes. It’s been sending me incredible dreams of weird beasts on their ancient migration paths (more on that later) ever since.

Enjoy,
LSF

The Dacha Project presents a short by Lea LSF. Starring Joe Fisher-Price, Danilatron & Lea LSF. For more info visit. dachaproject.com.

Strawbale Hijinks- A nearly silent comedy about the countless opportunities to act like a monkey one can miss if they choose not to build a straw bale cottage. Critically acclaimed as the must see monkey short of this fiscal year. Sponsorships welcome.

Footage from fall ‘08, edited March 23 ‘10.

Straw Bale Hijinks from Lea LSF on Vimeo.

The opening of Frac Attack: Dawn of the Watershed at Cineamapolis in Ithaca was a great success! Now you can watch the jawn streaming online anytime, by click clickity clacking on the image above! On that site you can also find ways to take action and get involved and help organize your community against exploitative drilling for natural gas in an under-regulated fashion.

Thanks to all who helped make this possible, to those who came out to see it, and to Shira Golding who made it her life for at least several months, and did such a nice job of editing.

Take that Halliburton, Betches!

I painted the Dacha Project’s mailbox. Now you can send mail. Email me for our address. It’s a big one so send large packages please. There is a summer side and a winter side to the mailbox, and the top is filled with beyond the sky things.

Please enjoy.

It would take me many days to write about all we’ve been up to since early Spring 2009. One day we’ll have more time, and soon there will be a video camera to call my own- so more videos of how we go will hit this blog and the Dacha’s blog. In the meanwhile enjoy these four photos, and go here for more.

Southern side of windows, double-paned, argon filled, no low E. And them thar hills, well they mark the line between a major watershed divide. To the north, which we are, the groundwater ends up in Lake Eerie. To the south, the Chesapeak Bay!

Locate your very own watershed here.

The big tree to the right is a giant black walnut tree. Today, Joe and Danila found a mouse in the house eating some shelled walnuts. Naughty mouse!

We hit water at 64 feet, coming in at about 13 lbs/minute. The drilling took 2 & 1/2 days. We found a guy that does it the good old way!

Lily makes a fantastic friend.  I highly recommend her to anyone, although I don’t know if she’s all booked up with the other things she likes to do like nanorimo (month of November only).

For my birthday last June, she made me a video montage of my funny little life.  Thanks Lily!

I am currently accepting videos for my 27th. Plz make good, cuz 27 means I’m old and sad.  Thanks again.

http://www.vimeo.com/5052299

Enjoy this teaser to a short environmental thriller that will debut about a month from now hopefully somewhere great in town. I co-directed this piece with some other fine film giants. And Look for me towards the end, I play a bit role as a sheltered activist.The idea for this film formed during a DIY film class with the Ithaca Freeskool.

The whole process was and continues to be more fun than being delirious from exhaustion. I cried laughingly several times.

Thanks to all the fine folk who worked on this tirelessly and to Shira Golding for 100% commitment to fighting environmental degradation within an arena that I can throw my weekends into. The lions were hungry and the gladiators strong.

http://www.vimeo.com/7019087

clear vision, little lines, where the nomad comes from only the burning bush knows

the sacrificial goat pan killed for feast, allegro! the maidens found in psychedelic woods cry no!

refinements, the dark forest gave rise to lone wolf fiction, walked on hind legs upright and let out diseases

speed and morph into mystery and myth

myth mystical magic theory fact.

god! no god! god! no god at all! Sing in unison, you’re singing the same song.

man unravels his skirt into a map, sends Galileo across where there are no shadows.

measure and draw- the answers of science of god, of no god.

dance, adam farted on eve’s thigh and some talent does come from god challenged.

“That we may see and remark and say Whose?”

do you want me to? In the antechamber? Do you hear me? Speak the words

through blind eyes will you? taunt, I would mock thy words, if they were less sublime.

plant syllables enough to make sonnets bust at their seams and fill the ocean of epic form and similes that make the moon put on armor at first mention wage war. the line, like a circle, hovering in the air.