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22 Nov 2008, Posted by Chris Kaufman in Culture, 0 Comments

Remembering Brenden Foster


A couple weeks a go I wrote about a young boy’s dying wish: To feed the homeless. Sadly, that heroic young man passed away from Leukemia yesterday. Brenden Foster was just 11-years-old. Below is one of the initial reports on Brenden’s passing away:

From OpEdNews:

Eleven year old Brenden Foster died this day of Friday, 21 November 2008, but throughout this world he will be remembered always. His darkest hour was his brightest light. This is a story as much of his words as it is of his deeds.

His dying wish was to help the homeless. “They’re probably starving, so give ‘em a chance, food and water.” It has become a national movement. He wasn’t afraid to die. He had said that he just wanted to make a difference, before his time came. And he did!

 

He was a regular kid, who wanted to become marine photographer. Some time ago had been diagnosed with leukemia. As death was staring him in his face, it’s others that he was thinking about. The homeless caught Brenden’s heartfelt attention. He had said, “Well, I was getting back from one of my appointments and I saw this big thing full of homeless people and then I thought. I should just get them something.” That the country, even the world responded, he said, “I think that is great. You think that’s great?”

He had one more wish, and that was to sprinkle wildflower seeds to save the bees. He had heard that the bees were dying off. His wish was answered by a retired pilot who asked his flying friends to sprinkle wild flower seeds around the world on Brenden’s behalf.

He spoke with the wisdom of ages. Of that which made him feel sad, he had said was, “When someone gives up.” His advice was, “Follow your dreams. Don’t let anything stop you.” Asked what he thought the best things in life are, he said, “Just having one.”

If we can learn anything in this life, we can be inspired to do so by this young man.

Three years ago, doctors diagnosed Brenden with leukemia. His body may have been held back but his spirit excelled far beyond the dreams of most of us. On death, “It happens. It’s natural,” He said.

“I should be gone in a week or so”, he had said. “I had a great time. And until my time comes, I’m going to keep having a great time,” he said. I heard that he saw angels coming for him three times in the night before he left us. Then Brenden took his darkest hour and turned it into the brightest of light that truly can inspire the world.

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17 Nov 2008, Posted by Chris Kaufman in Design, Portfolio, 1 Comments

Logo for University of Toledo Solar Car Team


Here’s a logo I just finished for the Solar Car Team at the University of Toledo. My idea was to incorporate the aerodynamic shape of a solar powered car, with a rocket (Toledo’s mascot), orbiting around the sun. The blue and gold color scheme is taken from the school’s colors. Here’s a look at the final logo:

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15 Nov 2008, Posted by Chris Kaufman in Art, Personal Projects, Portfolio, 1 Comments

Painting with Wax


I’ve had an idea for a few weeks to try painting with wax. I finished my first “painting” today, and the results were pretty successful for a first attempt. The idea was inspired by watercolor painting (which I love), but I wanted to devise a technique where I could get similar flowing rivers and pools of color, but with a richer color palette, and more control. Here’s my first completed wax painting (Wildflower Nebula 10×8):

I’ve found that a coffee grinder works great (thanks for the suggestion, Jen) to break wax pieces down into a fine powder that I can sprinkle on sheets of Masonite. Here’s a look at some of the prep work in process:

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13 Nov 2008, Posted by Chris Kaufman in Portfolio, Technology, 1 Comments

Now Tweeting on Twitter


So, I finally gave in today. I’ve started tweeting on Twitter. I created an account a long time ago, and tweeted once, months ago, but never really got into it. The ability to sync Twitter with this blog and my Facebook status updates was a big sell for me. It’s nice to have all of my social networking updated simultaneously, and a big time saver. I created a custom background for my Twitter page, have a look and see what I’m tweeting about.

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10 Nov 2008, Posted by Chris Kaufman in Culture, 4 Comments

Brenden Foster’s Last Wish


Someday, when it’s my time to depart from this world I hope I will have the same strength and positive attitude that Brenden Foster has about his last week or so of life. He really is an inspiration to us all. The video and article below from KOMO says it all about this courageous little guy.

From KOMO News Seattle:

LYNNWOOD, Wash. — Doctors gave 11-year-old Brenden Foster two weeks to live.

Those two weeks were up on Wednesday. On Friday, he shared his last wish.

Not yet a teenager, Brenden’s time to die has come.

“I should be gone in a week or so,” he said.

Brenden was the kid who ran the fastest, climbed the highest and dreamed of becoming a marine photographer. Leukemia took away all those things, but not his dying wish to help others.

“He’s always thought about others. Never complained about having to go through this, ever,” said his mother, Wendy Foster.

When Brenden was first diagnosed with leukemia, he and his mom began a new tradition. Every night they list three positive things that happened during the day, and they have to share a laugh. A chuckle will do, Brenden said, but a fake laugh will never do.

In the last days of his life, it was a homeless camp, namely Nickelsville, that captured the boy’s heart.

“I was coming back from one of my clinic appoints and I saw this big thing of homeless people, and then I thought I should just get them something,” he said.

Brenden is too ill to leave his bed and feed the homeless. He walked into an emergency room last December and hasn’t walked since.

But Brenden’s wish will not go unfulfilled. A group planned to gather in his honor on Friday night to make sandwiches and deliver them to the homeless.

“We’re making 200 sandwiches — half ham and cheese, and half peanut butter and jelly. He didn’t want them all to be peanut butter and jelly in case somebody was allergic to peanut butter,” said Jennifer Morrison, one of the participants.

“They’re probably starving, so give them a chance,” said Brenden.

Brenden, surrounded by love and wise beyond his years, urges others to follow their dreams.

“Mine already came true,” he said.

Brenden has relapsed for the last time. There is no chemo, no more transfusions; just comfort medications.

“It’s devastating, but I find great peace in knowing we’ve had our time together and that we will see each other again,” said Wendy.

Brenden has one more wish for the afterlife: become an angel who accomplishes even more in heaven than he did on Earth.

“I had a great time and until my time has come, I’m gonna keep having a good time,” he said.

Don’t cry for Brenden. He doesn’t want leukemia to claim any more tears.

 

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09 Nov 2008, Posted by Chris Kaufman in Entertainment, Literature, 0 Comments

Michael Crichton: 1942-2008


Last week the world lost a great author and filmmaker. Michael Crichton passed away unexpectedly after a battle with cancer, which he kept private. Crichton penned one of my favorite books (and movies), Jurassic Park. He may have passed on from this earth, but his work and imagination will continue to inspire.

A brief biography from Crichton’s website:

Michael Crichton, who died in Los Angeles on November 4, 2008, was a writer and filmmaker, best known as the author of Jurassic Park and the creator of ER. His most recent novel, Next, about genetics and law, was published in December 2006. 

Crichton graduated summa cum laude from Harvard College, received his MD from Harvard Medical School, and was a postdoctoral fellow at the Salk Institute for Biological Studies, researching public policy with Jacob Bronowski. He taught courses in anthropology at Cambridge University and writing at MIT. Crichton’s 2004 bestseller, State of Fear, acknowledged the world was growing warmer, but challenged extreme anthropogenic warming scenarios. He predicted future warming at 0.8 degrees C. (His conclusions have been widely misstated.) 

Crichton’s interest in computer modeling went back forty years. His multiple-discriminant analysis of Egyptian crania, carried out on an IBM 7090 computer at Harvard, was published in the Papers of the Peabody Museum in 1966. His technical publications included a study of host factors in pituitary chromophobe adenoma, in Metabolism, and an essay on medical obfuscation in the New England Journal of Medicine. 

Crichton’s first bestseller, The Andromeda Strain, was published while he was still a medical student. He later worked full time on film and writing. One of the most popular writers in the world, his books have been translated into thirty-six languages, and thirteen have been made into films. 

He had a lifelong interest in computers. His feature film Westworld was the first to employ computer-generated special effects back in 1973. Crichton’s pioneering use of computer programs for film production earned him a Technical Achievement Academy Award in 1995. 

Crichton won an Emmy, a Peabody, and a Writer’s Guild of America Award for ER. In 2002, a newly discovered ankylosaur was named for him: Crichtonsaurus bohlini. He had a daughter, Taylor, and lived in Los Angeles. Crichton remarried in 2005. 

CRICHTON, (John) Michael. American. Born in Chicago, Illinois, October 23, 1942. Died in Los Angeles, November 4, 2008. Educated at Harvard University, Cambridge, Massachusetts, A.B. (summa cum laude) 1964 (Phi Beta Kappa). Henry Russell Shaw Travelling Fellow, 1964-65. Visiting Lecturer in Anthropology at Cambridge University, England, 1965. Graduated Harvard Medical School, M.D. 1969; post-doctoral fellow at the Salk Institute for Biological Sciences, La Jolla, California 1969-1970. Visiting Writer, Massachusetts Institute of Technology, 1988. 

Awards: Recipient of Mystery Writers of America’s Edgar Allan Poe Award, 1968 (“A Case of Need”, written under pseudonym Jeffery Hudson); and 1980 (“The Great Train Robbery”). Association of American Medical Writers Award, 1970 (“Five Patients”); Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences Technical Achievement Award, 1995 (“for pioneering computerized motion picture budgeting and scheduling”); George Foster Peabody Award (for “ER”); Writer’s Guild of America Award, Best Long Form Television Script of 1995 (for “ER”) Emmy, Best Dramatic Series, 1996 (for “ER”). Ankylosaur named Crichtonsaurus bohlini, 2002. 

Associations: Member of Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, Author’s Guild, Writers Guild of America, Directors Guild of America, P.E.N. America Center, Academy of Television Arts and Sciences, Phi Beta Kappa. Board of Directors, International Design Conference at Aspen, 1985-91; Board of Trustees, Western Behavioral Sciences Institute, La Jolla, 1986-91. Board of Overseers, Harvard University, 1990-96. Board of Directors, Drug Strategies, 1994-, Author’s Guild Council, 1995-, Board of Directors, Gorilla Foundation, 2002-, Board of Trustees, Los Angeles County Museum of Art, 2006-

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06 Nov 2008, Posted by Chris Kaufman in Culture, Politics, 0 Comments

Change in America


In case you’ve been hiding in a cave like Osama Bin Laden and didn’t hear, Barack Obama was elected 44th President of the United States Tuesday evening. Yes, it’s historic, monumental and symbolic beyond measure, but I won’t get into all of that. The (beautiful) article below from Boyd Reed sums it all up. Thanks to my friend Kelly for sending this along, and thanks to Boyd for such a poetic and touching piece:

I Didn’t Vote For Obama Today

I have a confession to make.

I did not vote for Barack Obama today.

I’ve openly supported Obama since March.  But I didn’t vote for him today.

I wanted to vote for Ronald Woods.  He was my algebra teacher at Clark Junior High in East St. Louis, IL.  He died 15 years ago when his truck skidded head-first into a utility pole.  He spent many a day teaching us many things besides the Pythagorean Theorem.  He taught us about Medgar Evers, Ralph Abernathy, John Lewis and many other civil rights figures who get lost in the shadow cast by Martin Luther King, Jr.

But I didn’t vote for Mr. Woods.

I wanted to vote for Willie Mae Cross.  She owned and operated Crossroads Preparatory Academy for almost 30 years, educating and empowering thousands of kids before her death in 2003.  I was her first student.  She gave me my first job, teaching chess and math concepts to kids in grades K-4 in her summer program.  She was always there for advice, cheer and consolation.  Ms. Cross, in her own way, taught me more about walking in faith than anyone else I ever knew.

But I didn’t vote for Ms. Cross.

I wanted to vote for Arthur Mells Jackson, Sr. and Jr.  Jackson Senior was a Latin professor.  He has a gifted school named for him in my hometown.  Jackson Junior was the pre-eminent physician in my hometown for over 30 years.  He has a heliport named for him at a hospital in my hometown.  They were my great-grandfather and great-uncle, respectively.

But I didn’t vote for Prof. Jackson or Dr. Jackson.

I wanted to vote for A.B. Palmer.  She was a leading civil rights figure in Shreveport, Louisiana, where my mother grew up and where I still have dozens of family members.  She was a strong-willed woman who earned the grudging respect of the town’s leaders because she never, ever backed down from anyone and always gave better than she got.  She lived to the ripe old age of 99, and has a community center named for her in Shreveport.

But I didn’t vote for Mrs. Palmer.

I wanted to vote for these people, who did not live to see a day where a Black man would appear on their ballots on a crisp November morning.

In the end, though, I realized that I could not vote for them any more than I could vote for Obama himself. 

So who did I vote for?

No one.

I didn’t vote.  Not for President, anyway. 

Oh, I went to the voting booth.  I signed, was given my stub, and was walked over to a voting machine.  I cast votes for statewide races and a state referendum on water and sewer improvements.

I stood there, and I thought about all of these people, who influenced my life so greatly.  But I didn’t vote for who would be the 44th President of the United States.

When my ballot was complete, except for the top line, I finally decided who I was going to vote for – and then decided to let him vote for me.  I reached down, picked him up, and told him to find Obama’s name on the screen and touch it.

And so it came to pass that Alexander Reed, age 5, read the voting screen, found the right candidate, touched his name, and actually cast a vote for Barack Obama and Joe Biden.

Oh, the vote will be recorded as mine.  But I didn’t cast it. 

Then again, the person who actually pressed the Obama box and the red “vote” button was the person I was really voting for all along. 

It made the months of donating, phonebanking, canvassing, door hanger distributing, sign posting, blogging, arguing and persuading so much sweeter. 

So, no, I didn’t vote for Barack Obama.  I voted for a boy who now has every reason to believe he, too, can grow up to be anything he wants…even President.

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03 Nov 2008, Posted by Chris Kaufman in Culture, Politics, 0 Comments

Maya Angelou: It’s Time to Lift America’s Spirit


Here’s a great interview CNN did with Maya Angelou on politics and tomorrow’s election:

NEW YORK (CNN) – At 80, Maya Angelou says her “knees are not all that swift and my lungs need some extra help but other than that, my desire to learn and to share, that has not abated.”

She shares what she’s learned in an eventful life in her best-selling new book, “Letter to My Daughter.” Angelou achieved fame for her autobiographical writing, including “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” and her poetry.

She read her poem “On the Pulse of Morning” at President Clinton’s first inauguration. She was only the second poet invited to read at the swearing in of a new president.

But her career has had many facets — Angelou has been a singer, dancer, playwright, director and teacher.

In 166 pages, “Letter to My Daughter” distills stories from Angelou’s life into universal lessons. She writes about birth, life and death, about the ways people misunderstand each other and then transcend their conflict. She calls on national leaders to raise the country’s spirit and on Americans to remember that this is the nation that defeated the Nazis and expanded people’s freedom through the civil rights movement.

“Politicians must set their aims for the high ground and according to our various leanings, Democratic, Republican, Independent, we will follow,” she writes. “Politicians must be told if they continue to sink into the mud of obscenity, they will proceed alone.”

In an interview last week in her 1881 brownstone in Harlem, decorated in vibrant, bright colors, Angelou sat at the round table in her dining room, sipping coffee, as she talked about the election and her work.

She supported Sen. Hillary Clinton’s bid for the Democratic nomination and then backed Sen. Barack Obama once the primaries were over.

CNN: In the chapter called “National Spirit,” you call on political leaders to raise the level of discussion. Could you elaborate on that?

Maya Angelou: What I’ve encouraged voters to do is to vote for the person I am extolling, and also don’t expect that if your man or woman gets in, that all things will be rectified immediately. It’s taken us a long time to come to this place of weariness and almost hopelessness.

So because Obama gets in or McCain gets in, it’s not going to be repaired overnight. The economy is not going to be repaired, the schools — the disaster in our schools — will not be repaired overnight. Nor will the social conversation be repaired overnight.

However, I would encourage every voter to say to his or her candidate, go in and do it, and you will not do it alone. I will help. You have to get up off that sofa or off that couch and give something to the country — even if it’s one hour every other week to an old people’s home — I will read, go into the children’s ward and read, or give to your church or your synagogue or your mosque. … Offer something to the country. So you don’t just sit there.

CNN: What does it say about the country that Barack Obama is a candidate to be president?

Angelou: The country is growing up and confessing to something we’ve know all along. What prevented us from admitting that we knew that? And I was taken back to slavery.

If you will have a person enslaved, the first thing you must do is convince yourself that the person is subhuman. The second thing you have to do is convince your allies so you’ll have some help, and the third and probably unkindest cut of all is to convince that person that he or she is subhuman and deserves it.

Well, such a job has been done on all of us that people found it very difficult to admit that human beings are more alike than we are unalike. We’ve known it. But to admit it, you have to stop saying because this guy speaks another language, because their eyes are shaped differently from mine, because they’re first-generation Americans from Eastern Europe, then they don’t count, I don’t have to consider them. With this, the country is finally able to see through complexion and see community.

CNN: You’ve known and worked with people like Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr. Could you imagine what their reaction would be to this?

Angelou: I think everybody would be weeping tears of joy really.

I think of my grandmother who raised me. She was a daughter of a former slave. She knew this was going to happen. You know that when I was young, I was physically abused and so I stopped talking. I thought that my voice had killed the criminal. … The man had been found dead. Police said he had been beaten to death. So I knew, because I told [people] that he did it, that my voice could just go out and kill people.

So after a few months, my mother’s people sent me and my brother back to this little village in Arkansas to my grandmother, my father’s mother who was raising me, and she used to braid my hair.

My hair was huge and very curly, black. And my grandmother put her hand behind my neck and held it so she wouldn’t break my neck by accident. And she would start to brush my hair and she would say, “Sister, Mama don’t care what these people say about you, that you must be an idiot, you must be a moron because you can’t talk. Mama know when you and the good Lord get ready, you’re going to teach all over this world. You’re going to be a mighty teacher.”

I didn’t speak for six years. She said that to me all the time, in this little village in Arkansas. [Now] I teach all over the world, I teach in French and Spanish, so when I stand up on a stage or see a book of mine gets accolades or a piece of music I’ve written, I think about my Mama, and she died before I really came of age, and I just think she knew it.

CNN: She was prophetic about you, but beyond that?

Angelou: Yes, [she believed] it will get better. And you have to continue to prepare yourself, continue to build yourself, continue to elevate yourself and be a benefit, be a blessing rather than a curse, and things will get better. And they have, so when I think of Dr. King and Malcolm, Fannie Lou Hamer, Medgar Evers, I also think of Chief Albert Luthuli, one of the first Africans to earn the Nobel Prize.

I mean that after Chief Luthuli, apartheid was so rigid, unbreakable that men had to carry their IDs on plastic cards that were too large for any suit, so they flapped, reminding them constantly who they were. It was my blessing to meet Nelson Mandela before he went into prison and I’ve seen him many times since. He knew this day would come, and to be able to stay in prison for 27 years, knowing that the day would come.

CNN: What gave you the inspiration to call the book, “Letter to My Daughter,” even though you don’t have a daughter? [Angelou has a son, the writer Guy Johnson.]

Angelou:There was an African-American poet, her name was Anne Spencer; she wrote a poem called “Letter to My Sister,” around the turn of the 20th Century. … I started making notes to Oprah [Winfrey] about 20 years ago. She really became a daughter to me.

So there were things I wanted to talk to her about; I made notes, copious notes, and about a year and a half ago, I got out that box called WIP, works in progress, and I started going through two or three lines and I said, “Hmmm, there’s an essay in here.”

So it is a letter to all my daughters, to those who don’t know they are. It is my intent to say you may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. You will be changed, events will change you, but you have to decide not to be reduced.

CNN: Have you been in touch with Oprah lately about the election?

Angelou:I spoke to her about a week ago … [During the primaries], a newspaper reporter said this proves that Oprah Winfrey doesn’t listen to everything Maya Angelou says, because she was supporting Sen. Obama and I was supporting Sen. Clinton.

And when I was asked by the reporter, “What do you say to Oprah?” my answer was, “I say nothing, she’s a woman who thinks carefully and profoundly and she has courage. So she’s chosen the person she thinks would be the best person for our country. I do the same.”

The primaries proved that Oprah had selected the one that most people wanted, so I went to Sen. Obama right after that. Hillary Clinton … telephoned me and thanked me for my unwavering support, and then asked me to please put that same energy behind Mr. Obama.

CNN: Another theme in the book is to believe in yourself, to have faith in yourself. Why is that important?

AngelouYou need to know that you can go somewhere. You’re not just like grass growing on the street. You’re like trees, you have roots, and they’ve done wonderful things, and you need to know that, and by knowing that, you see how outfitted you are for these times. And that you really owe it to those who went before so that you can add to them for those who are yet to come.

You need to know that you are in a continuum, and if you understand that, you realize that you are worthwhile. This continuum would be broken without me.

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01 Nov 2008, Posted by Chris Kaufman in Architecture, Art, 0 Comments

Art Installation at Clark Shoes International Headquarters/ROSO


Thanks for the great find, Joe:

By Nico Saieh — Filed under: Art , Selected , , ,

ROSO has launched a major art installation at Clark Shoes Headquarters in Street Somerset, South England. This was commissioned by Mr Lance Clark and is the first phase of two, of the art work situated in the communal court yard in the heart of Clarks office buildings.

Concept

The installation itself was developed from a single observation – Light is only seen when reflected. A light beam coming through a window is only visible because light is reflected in the millions of dust particles floating in the air.

Approach

Roso’s approach was to create a dynamic, ever changing space where the space itself would be a major part of the installation.

Two imaginary beams of light enter the courtyard from one end and travel through the space, penetrating the centre bridge building, one hitting the end wall up high, above the terrace and the other the side wall opposite this. The entire courtyard was painted white and the bottom was covered in black asphalt to turn the court yard into a canvas for the reflections and shadows from the installation.

As wind and light changes during the day and the seasons, the dynamic of the installation alters – sometimes wild, illuminating the entire space, at other times calm reflecting the colors of the surroundings on grey days.

The installation and the space is merged – one cannot exist without the other. Offices and staircases are penetrated by the light and shadows coming from the art work, extending the effect into the building themselves, making the installation an integral part of the Clark Shoes head quarters.

Each beams is made up by 7.500 shiny discs suspended from 36 vertical wires, which mounted on a structure on the central bridge building and onto the end walls.
The discs themselves reflects the incoming sunlight from the top part of the yard down into the shadowy bottom below and the walls on the side. They also reflect the colors of the surroundings, as well as have a pixilating effect as they either reflect light or are black when in shadow depending on the angle they have.

Background

Roso was approached by Mr. Lance Clark of Clark Shoes International, to propose an installation that would bring life into the very dull and dark central courtyard in the Clark shoes international headquarters in Street, Somerset in South west England. The court yard is situated in the heart of the old Clarks factory now housing the offices of 1500 employees. This is part of the factory’s social centre – the canteen, which extends into the courtyard via an outdoors terrace where the employees can enjoy their breaks.

The physical space of the courtyard has a strong dynamic in itself – the space is 25m long, 7 meters wide and 4 storeys high with a central bridge building, connecting the two sides. This bridge building divides the court yard into two spaces, one being the terrace side and the other just an empty courtyard with no designated usage. The space is isolated from the outside world and is partially shielded from sunlight and wind, which meant that the space had potential but rendered very dull and un-dynamic in it’s original state.

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