Do it! Do it for design futures! Go! Go! Go!

Do it! Do it for design futures! Go! Go! Go!

Hello, friends! One of my current projects involves the future of human longevity. I’d be so grateful if you can please answer this survey on Google Forms. Thank you!

I was dressed for sailing. At least, that’s what I thought I was going to do when I jumped in the car with some friends early this Sunday morning on the way to the Manila Boat Club in Sta. Ana, Manila. “Boat” has a lot of variations, similar to “house” or “garden”. But it turns out we were going to be rowing. With oars. As a team. Oh dear.

It was a fascinating history lesson as I walked up to the second floor of the old building that served as the club’s headquarters. The organization started in 1895 and is the oldest club in Manila.

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Manila Boat Club

Though I was not dressed for the occasion, we only live once and so I got in. With my feet strapped to the boat, I held oars for the first time. In front of me was the president of the club, James, who regularly came to row. I had to follow his rhythm, which was a challenge since I barely knew what I was doing. It was quite mortifying to be clumsy at my first strokes, and I kept bumping my oars with his and my friend’s behind me.

The dock

The dock

With the coxswain (This is the first time I’ve ever had to use this word!) expertly and patiently guiding us, we rowed along the newly rehabilitated Pasig River, which is now a far cry from the toxic dump it used to be. As I learned how to row, I couldn’t help but remember my cybernetics studies in grad school, whose root word means “to steer”. One wrong move from anyone and the boat changed its intended course or we slowed down. The coxswain gave us corrections to set us back on the path. This is such a great metaphor for every project and exhibition I have ever been on.

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It was a beautiful Sunday morning.

The boat didn’t capsize. All in all, it was a win of a Sunday morning.

Thanks, Manila Boat Club! Check out their site here.

It was fun talking about The Apocalypse Project, specifically Climate Change Couture, at Stage the Future 2: The 2nd International Conference on Science Fiction Theater. I couldn’t physically be there (boo), but I Skyped from Manila, waking up at 5 in the morning. It was a miracle I woke up at all, and even more miraculous that my wifi connection held up.

My view from a few thousand miles

My view from a few thousand miles

Many thanks, Chris Callow, Boyd Branch, Erika Hughes, and the rest of the conference organizers! Check out the conference site and their Twitter feed—I think it’s really great to have cool gatherings like this!

Ok, now I’m going back to bed.

Lately, I’ve been doing research on Philippine art, so it was wonderful to spend a Tuesday afternoon with my dear friend Tiffany at Pinto Art Museum in Antipolo, about an hour outside Manila.

Right away, the details of the museum gave it a quaint Mediterranean and Philippine charm.

Such a cute bell!

Such a cute bell!

Beautiful colors

Beautiful colors

I love this spot

I love this spot

I really appreciated the art inside the cavernous halls, as well as the fact that it was wheelchair-accessible.

Beautiful gallery

Beautiful gallery

Lovely and wheelchair-accessible

Lovely and wheelchair-accessible

Oh if only I can live here, and write and make art all day.

Such a lovely windowsill

Such a lovely windowsill

I’ve been really interested in Philippine textiles lately, so this gallery of indigenous art was one of my favorites.

I love this gallery of Philippine indigenous art

I love this gallery of Philippine indigenous art

A rocking horse before sunset

A rocking horse before sunset

I love this spot: a meditation garden dedicated to the love of Philippine national hero Jose Rizal and Leonor Rivera.

Squeal! A meditation garden dedicated to the love between Jose Rizal and Leonor Rivera

Squeal! A meditation garden dedicated to the love between Jose Rizal and Leonor Rivera

Inside was an old-fashioned writing cabinet with the instructions to write a letter to The One Who Got Away. The letter should be placed in the cabinet undelivered. Then the person is instructed to move on with his life. I was so tempted to read the letters but I swear I didn’t touch them.

The instructions: Write a letter to the one who got away. Place it in the cabinet undelivered. Move on.

The instructions: Write a letter to the one who got away. Place it in the cabinet undelivered. Move on.

The museum was bigger than I thought. I didn’t have a clue where we were on the museum map.

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I feel like I’m back in Barcelona.

Thanks for a lovely time!

Pinto Art Museum

Pinto Art Museum

This week, I got my holiday presents done. Since most of my friends are scattered worldwide, I decided that origami was the way to go—I can ship them flat. This year’s creation: Santa on a Velociraptor:

My fleet of Santas and velociraptors is complete.

My fleet of Santas and velociraptors is complete.

Ho, ho, ho…RAHR!

Ho, ho, ho... RAHR!

Ho, ho, ho… RAHR!

I also folded a lot of butterflies for those who might not get my sense of humor.

And more traditional butterflies for a safer choice.

And more traditional butterflies for a safer choice.

And finally, black belt Santas for my taekwondo brethren.

TAEKWONSANTAS. yeah!

TAEKWONSANTAS. yeah!

Happy holidays!

Hey everyone! I’m happy to announce my latest writing project, Field Notes from Planet Earth. It’s a site that collects my long form essays about the environment and its intersections with science and culture. You might see some topics similar to what I’ve blogged about here in The Perceptionalist, which has been my creative sketchbook of a kind since grad school. FNFPE will house longer essays with a more environmental theme, mostly collected from my travels. New essays published every Monday.

Why another blog? As a creative person, I feel like I need multiple channels to express my ideas. Also, this blog has been a hodgepodge of exhibition announcements, notes from my talks, and random taekwondo photos that I feel like I need one more focused outlet for my longer thoughts. Plus I’ve always wanted an excuse to use the name and the sexy Intergalactic theme from WordPress. I’ll still be keeping this blog for everything else.

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You might remember the subject of the first post: the day I went to Jindo for the Miracle Sea Road Festival, which celebrates a legend that emerged due to tidal harmonics. I heart science, don’t you?

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—Catherine

On my last day in Korea, I took my second pilgrimage to Kukkiwon, World Taekwondo Headquarters. I’m kidding about the pilgrimage; I wanted to go shopping in the taekwondo stores on the way. At Kukkiwon, it was amazing to see a class in progress. Look: adults! People my height, if not taller!

A class in Kukkiwon

A class in Kukkiwon

Round the corner from the gym and above the cafeteria, I walked up to the Kukkiwon Museum, which was closed the last time I was there. It was fascinating to see all this memorabilia from competitions around the world.

Check out this championship cup from Nepal:

An early championship cup.

An early championship cup.

It was interesting to brush up on taekwondo graphic design:

Old posters

Old posters

And look at this old hogu made of bamboo:

An old hogu made of bamboo

An old hogu made of bamboo

There were some posters from championships in Manila:

More graphic design from Manila

More graphic design from Manila

I’m remembering my first pilgrimage here.

 

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