Infinity and the Barber Chair Experienceby Pat Darnell
I am l
ooking at Visual paradise; that is a paradise I choose. Attracted to visual is only one benefit of my surfing the Internet. What does the visual lead me into?
Here is a page of a "brilliant" visual web site:
The Billion Dollar Gram Information is Beautiful. That's correct; information is the beauty.
Meanwhile:
I had this conversation with mini-Me's just this evening, before work (night shift).
Pat2: "Hey, Dad, it would be cool if you did one of those .." and he waved his hands in
the air.
Pat1: "What?"
P2: "One of those paintings ... like duplicate that one over there so that there is no end ..."
(P1, Dad looks at his TEXTING\ PC\ Soon to be Rock Star daughter for help)
Desiree1: "You mean infinity?" she said miraculously between multi-tasks, without ever looking up.
P2: "Like reflections in mirrors. We had those mirrors at the Chetman house, and it was fun to dance between them ... kind of spooky. When I was little, 'member?"
P1: "Okay, now I get it. Like in the old days at Barber Shops, they weren't fancy, they had mirrors in front and back; so that every time you sat in the barber chair you saw infinite reflections."
P2: "Kewl," he says to me, I think. "Yep, that's right." (then we have more pauses for infinite TEXT tete a tete's, as I sweat the details in my mind ... ) "I like that in paintings..." concludes P2 of our brief encounter with Infinity.
That is about the extent of the subject discussion -- but it lingers on in my mind through the night.. Even if I am alone in this feeling, I usually get a very
"strange" queasy spell when I "try" to think of a universe never ending ... I suppose I have been puzzled by the aspect for my whole life.
For instance, do the nerve endings of the soles of our feet have origins in the beelleeons and beelleeons of stars?
[Answer: Yes, of course. Carl Sagan says "starstuff pondering the stars."]
So when knock-off-Armani-esque version-in-BanLon, Carl Sagan kept saying to us through our TV's in maple wood cabinets resting on burnt vegetable colored shag carpet in our living rooms:
"... beelleeons and beelleeons of stars, in beelleeons and beelleeons of galaxies,
of beelleeons and beelleeons of universes, ..." [Note: it took Carl a while to get his TV chops together back then.]
Don't leave me hanging there Carl !!!! ... for the LOVE OF GOD, WHAT's NEXT ?! Sagan, Carl, elucidated a hidden stigma about obscurity of space surrounding us, using visual mechanist color TV of that period to help with visual contexts. But, really Dudes and Dudettes, what is next?
I can do the painting, but it won't zig-zag, TEXT, quip or whizzzz, or translate. Will my kids be disappointed? BEELLEEONS of tear drops?
I can do the scene all right, but it might have some similarities with this one:
Coming Next Time: "Woody and the Space Man Arguing"
