The Petersohns

Doodle me this March 27, 2009

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A doodle caused quite a controversy four years ago at a renowned world economic forum.  According to NPR, after a panel including Bill Gates, Bill Clinton, Bono and Tony Blair concluded their session, a journalist wandered onto the stage and discovered left-behind papers near Blair’s seat covered in doodles: boxes, circles, triangles and arrows.

The journalist then exchanged his find to a graphologist who, after reviewing the doodles, determined that the prime minister was clearly, “struggling to maintain control in a confusing world”, “not rooted”, and “not a natural leader, but more of a spiritual person, like a vicar.”

A thorough investigation was conducted into the matter, and determined that the doodles were in fact not made by then-Prime Minster Blair, but Bill Gates.

So I actually share something in common with multi-billionaire Bill Gates: I too am a doodler. Apparently many others share this trait, according to the interesting story I heard on NPR this morning, and from my own observations during work meetings.  But why do we doodle?  Here’s the explanation provided on NPR:

To understand where the compulsion to doodle comes from, the first thing you need to do is look more closely at what happens to the brain when it becomes bored. According to Jackie Andrade, a professor of psychology at the University of Plymouth, though many people assume that the brain is inactive when they’re bored, the reverse is actually true.

“If you look at people’s brain function when they’re bored, we find that they are using a lot of energy — their brains are very active,” Andrade says. The reason, she explains, is that the brain is designed to constantly process information. But when the brain finds an environment barren of stimulating information, it’s a problem.

“You wouldn’t want the brain to just switch off, because a bear might walk up behind you and attack you; you need to be on the lookout for something happening,” Andrade says.

So when the brain lacks sufficient stimulation, it essentially goes on the prowl and scavenges for something to think about. Typically what happens in this situation is that the brain ends up manufacturing its own material. This brings us back to doodling. The function of doodling, according to Andrade, who recently published a study on doodling in Applied Cognitive Psychology, is to provide just enough cognitive stimulation during an otherwise boring task to prevent the mind from taking the more radical step of totally opting out of the situation and running off into a fantasy world.

Andrade tested her theory by playing a lengthy and boring tape of a telephone message to a collection of people, only half of whom had been given a doodling task. After the tape ended she quizzed them on what they had retained and found that the doodlers remembered much more than the nondoodlers. “They remembered about 29 percent more information from the tape than the people who were just listening to the tape,” Andrade says.  In other words, doodling doesn’t detract from concentration; it can help by diminishing the need to resort to daydreams.

I don’t really need to feel guilty when I’m doodling during team meetings after all!  Even the leaders of our very fine nation doodle.  Take a look at the images below and see if you can guess which president doodled which picture (hint: your choices are: Ronald Regan, Richard Nixon, Ronald Regan, Benjamin Harrison, Richard Nixon, Barack Obama, and Lyndon Johnson).  For an analysis of your own doodles, check out this site: http://www.annakoren.com/doodles.html 

 

 

President Obama doodled this sketch for a charity in 2007.6_dood_nixon3_dood_harrisonlbj_rabbit300reagan_cowboy540

 

All Hail the Grocery Clerk December 12, 2008

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I might have to pick up a part-time job at Aldi’s just so I can do this.  Why didn’t I think with similar ingenuity during our church’s  canned food drive? Mario escaping the clutches of the pirahna plant would have been the perfect backdrop during the morning’s message of hope. Maybe local food pantries would appreciate if I volunteer my time as an artist to spruce up their food reserve closet. Sadly, I do arrange my home pantry in an aesthetically pleasing arrangement, the same with my clothes, and especially my bookcase.  I appreciate that as a child my mom identified these traits as creative and resourceful, rather than refer me to a psychologist.  (Maybe some of these kids with OCD, ADHD, etc are getting a bad wrap- -perhaps they’re just “resourceful” like myself.) My mom actually let me play with my food growing up. No supper plate was left untouched by my creative work, and pretty much every peanut butter and jelly sandwich transformed into an exotic creature with a few carefully placed bites of my bread.

I didn’t really grow out of this habit. At home, buffets, and the ever-wonderful potlucks, I make sure to arrange my plate with some flair.  My greatest culinary artistic work occured while Dave and I were in college.  During lunch, he worked as a dishwasher in the university cafeteria.  To display love at its greatest depths, I created a vegetable masterpiece for him on my lunch tray.  My love for Dave was spelled out in baby carrots, celery sticks, cauliflower, tomatoes, green peppers, and broccoli. Oh, and there may have been a little Ranch involved too.  I discarded my tray on the conveyor belt and watched as it made it’s way back to my dishwasher cutie.  Unfortunately, what men appreciate most in a relationship is not words of affection spelled out with vital nutrients.  I can not report that Dave was overwhelmed with satisfaction at my loving, artistic yet also nutritious feat.

His lack of excitement was probably because I attempted to be the vegetable Van Gogh or the Don Juan of lunch tray love more for myself.  I am the type of person who would love to receive a vegetable medley of devotion, Dave is not.  Silly as the incident was, I did learn that this is how I usually show care to others- in the way that I would want to receive care.  It takes more effort and sacrifice to show love in a way that the recipient would appreciate and understand best.  Fellow readers, this might be why Dave presented me with a bouquet of flowers one day–made entirely out of fruit.  He’s sacrificial like that; I’m still learning.

I wonder if the Monet of grocery clerks was declaring his love to someone through his Super Mario Brother canned food magnum opus?  Well done sir, well done.

 

We Built this City… December 11, 2008

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A musical mixologist is someone that blends samples of different music to create entirely new songs.  Recently on NPR they featured a mixologist who traveled to various international cities and recorded hundreds of sound clips within those towns.  He then mashed the sound bites to create a song of each city he visited.  New York’s “song” sounded entirely different from L.A.’s “song”, which was an altogether different genre compared to the song of Paris.  New York’s song included sound bites of jammed traffic, the clip of a woman’s high heels, a dog barking, the street calls of market vendors, and the bustle of everday comotion on the sidewalks.  Compiled together, the sound clips captured the essence of New York City within a musical piece that was actually quite catchy.  Each city’s song encapsulated the lifestyle of the people who live within that city, or perhaps the “personality” of the city itself.

This made me wonder what my song would sound like?  The actions I take on a consistent basis, or my habits, become a place or a comfort zone that I inhabit daily.  To inhabit a place means that I dwell there, my habitat.  My habitat is my own little “city” that someone could create a song from. But what kind of song would it be?  If someone were to follow my life over the course of several months, taking sound bites of the ins-and-outs of my everyday life and compile them into my song, then what kind of song would come out of it?  And how would each person’s song differ from another? Would someone that’s more laid-back and complacent produce a song that emits the same style?

Perhaps even more interesting would be if the same technique could be applied outside of music, and a visual representation of my life was created in one art piece.  Would it reflect any of the things I say that I believe? Or would it reveal something quite different?  It could be similiar to The Picture of Dorian Gray, where the artwork displays my true form, something quite scary.

Perhaps the song or artwork of my little city, the place I dwell,  would be much better off if someone else dwelled in it besides myself.  It would have to be somebody pretty cool so that my life’s song didn’t sound like something from ABBA or Michael W. Smith.  What if I chose God? If He was the one living in my “city”, then His life’s song would probably create a masterpiece. I try to choose Him every day as the person who inhabits my city, so that perhaps my daily actions, words, and habits create sound bites and images that are much more beautiful than what I produce on my own.  Through Christ I’m being built together to ” become a dwelling in which God lives by his Spirit”  (Ephesians 2:22).  Awesome, so maybe my song could be a little less disco and a little more rock n’ roll.

 

Holy Lego, Batman! November 13, 2008

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I’ve already composed an ode to NPR on this blog, so to do the same for Legos would be spreading my affection too thin.  Although– Legos came first in my life, and I do hold a spot in my heart for my first-love, so I’d just like to highlight the simple but wonderful nature of those perfect little colorful bricks of construction.  Here are just a few of the creative variations of the best building block invented:

1.  Lego versions of Nintendo games:

 

2.  Lego Art: This guy left a career as a lawyer, to become a lego artist. Talk about jobs I’d rather be doing. You should read his story: http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/05/31/lego.artist/ and check out his gallery.

3.  The Lego Bible: Seriously, check this one out: The Brick Testament: http://www.thebricktestament.com/

4.  Lego based video games:

                                    

 

5.  Lego Classic Photos: Check out more here: http://www.kox.sk/?p=702

6.  Lego Anatomy:

 

Hopefully this inspires you to get out your box of stashed Legos and find a creative use for them.  I’m not the only one that still has my childhood Legos, right? Personally, once the Legos come out then it’s hard to leave the Micro Machines in the closet, and once those bad boys on wheels ride through Lego town trying to enforce the rules, then there’s no harm in terrorizing the Lego townspeople with my old stuffed toy Glo-Worm, Popple, and my life sized Kirk Cameron cardboard cutout.  Just kidding about owning the Kirk Cameron, I’m not that much of a nerd.  It’s really Zack Morris.  There is no way Left-Behind acting skills are gonna cut it for the Lego masterpiece I’ve set up by this point.  This opus of 80’s childhood toys reunion requires the likes of Mark-Paul Gosselaar.  You know he’s not going to take any crap when those Lego people put on their mad faces.

I digress, if it wasn’t Legos that got you excited as a kid, remember the toys or games that did, and for the love of Lego enjoy yourself.    450CatWoman.JPG                                            450Batman1.JPG

 

They call me Mr. Waldo November 10, 2008

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I loved Waldo as a kid. Searching for his red-and-white-striped shirt amongst an illustrated crowd of hundreds even outweighed my interest in tracking down Carmen Sandiego.  I even wrote fan mail to the fictitious character (I had a slight tendency to do this as an imaginative child: I also wrote McGee- from McGee and me, and Bamse- a Swedish comic book character).  Let it be known that Waldo wrote back; therefore cementing my affection for him as a child.  I owned a Waldo sweatsuit, a Waldo sleeping bag, a Waldo hat, and of course all the books.  I was NOT however a big fan of Wilma, Waldo’s girlfriend.  Their common love for red-and-white striped products brought them together, and they travelled side-by-side in matching harmony ever since. That is until Wilma was replaced by her twin sister Wenda, never to be seen again. Suspicious, no?  And then there was that sneaky arch-nemesis Odlaw.

Because of my childhood fondness for the red-and-white striped  wearing fellow, I was glad to hear about Melanie Cole’s 2008 Graduate Art School Project (http://whereonearthiswaldo.wordpress.com/).   She constructed and painted a huge Waldo image and placed it in a secret rooftop location hoping that Google Earth would pick up the image, thus creating a real-life version of the popular Where’s Waldo series. Here’s the image that was picked up on satellite: 

Martin Hanford, the illustrator and creator of Waldo, sent Melanie a hand-drawn image of her project. So… I’m not the only one receiving mail from Waldo. Although he did sign his postcard to Melanie ”from Wally”. A bit personal, don’t you think? I won’t hold it against him.

The wanderlusting Waldo was found on a rooftop in Vancouver, Canada and Melanie received an A on her project.

However, because of complications with skylights on the roof, Waldo is now seeking a new home, leading to the best classified ad ever written:

My giant Waldo needs a new home! He had to come off his current roof because it is having non-Waldo related skylight problems.  If you have an eager crew, a flat roof and want a giant Waldo, let me know (mcoles@eciad.ca)!  He is in easily grommatable pieces and good spirits; He still appears to be smiling. He has been on the roof for almost 5 months though so he is in need of a good power wash! Take my giant Waldo home!

Sigh, if only my house were a little bigger.  I would personally love to wake up every morning, look up on my roof and have that age-old question answered for a lifetime: “Where the hell is Waldo?”

 

Of Chalkboard Artists and Video Game Music Composers (or: two jobs I would rather be doing) April 16, 2008

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My recent Ode to NPR could hardly do justice to the many intriguing stories I’ve heard during our whirlwind romance.  Sure, NPR and I have endured ups and downs in our relationship, but the positive moments stick with me forever.  For example, although it aired over one year ago, I still fondly remember the story NPR presented to me featuring grocery store chalkboard artists.  This was an entirely unnoticed art form in the prouduce section of my local market that I was missing out on every week! NPR you have really spoiled me this time. 

In all likelihood, the average Aldi’s probably won’t be debuting the next Picasso, but Whole Foods Markets employs a full-time artist at each of their 183 stores nationwide.  The on-air correspondent interviewed several grocery store artists, including Kate Lanciano, who started working at Whole Foods making smoothies at the juice bar while attending art school, and eventually began work as a chalkboard artist. She says, ”It’s like a revolving gallery. People get to see my artwork every day.”  I thought this story was fascinating.  However, it created one more job that I was otherwise unaware of that I would rather be doing than my current job.  But the next time you’re shopping, take time to enjoy the art work within your vegetable aisle.  You can listen to the full NPR story here: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6520545

 

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NPR spoiled me more recently with a story about, well, let me preview the first paragraph…

In May 2004, a composer named Nobuo Uematsu joined the Los Angeles Philharmonic for a single performance of his most famous work. The show sold out in three days. In fact, there was almost a riot at the box office when people couldn’t get tickets.

“What was the music? Uematsu’s soundtrack for the popular video game Final Fantasy.”

That’s right, video game music. I’m not much of a gamer, so this story caught me by surprise.  When I turned on the radio I actually thought it was classical music hour, which seemed a little odd for a weekend afternoon.  The music, however, sounded more contemporary and emotionally compelling like a movie soundtrack.  I decided to listen a little longer, and then realized it was a music clip from a video game after the NPR correspondent’s voice over began explaining this unknown world to me.  John Wall, one of today’s leading video game music composers, grew up playing PacMan and says, “Playing all those arcade games, I never even paid attention to the music. It just sounded like sounds to me. However, you know all the tunes. It’s so funny. The bleeps and bloops, they kind of invade your brain.”

What child of the 80s does not remember the classical Super Mario Brothers song? Doot Doot Doot do do do Doot…Here are two versions better than my humming: A Capella and Beatboxing Flute.  If you’d like to learn to play this 80s classic yourself, go here: http://gprime.net/images/mariopiano/

The memorable images and characters from the Nintendo Entertainment System have highly evolved, just like the music within the three-dimensional, virtual reality games themselves.  From the simple bleeps in Pong, to the Russian folk song featured in Tetris, to today’s full orchestra symphonies, video game music has been able to evolve as computer hardware technology advances.  Video game music composer Tommy Tallarico explains in the NPR piece that ”video game music isn’t a passive experience, but an integral part of the foreground.” He even believes that if Beethoven were alive today, he would be a video game composer. (An interview with a video game music composer, one who is still alive: http://www.spectrum.ieee.org/apr08/6113)

The ‘Video Games Live’ concert  highlighted at the beginning of the NPR piece featured music from Final Fantasy, Halo, World of Warcraft, Tetris, The Legend of Zelda, Sonic the Hedgehog, and also included video footage from the games, synchronized to the music and projected on large screens at the performances.  The concert also had interactive elements where contestants came on stage to play Frogger And Space Invaders, while the orchestra played the music to the game to match contestants’ actions.

I think I’m truly beginning to appreciate art in all it’s many forms. From “The Lone Wolf” to this: Final Fantasy scores and grocery store chalkboards featuring broccoli in bountiful colors. Call me Mario, because NPR you’ve just 1-upp’d my life.

 

Nerd Girl’s Ode to NPR April 13, 2008

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It’s strange that right about when you learn to embrace your nerdy side, weird habits and all, you start realizing you’re not so weird after all.  Some people are able to passionately enjoy fringe artists, bands, books, and clothes, etc, and then by doing so become so different that they cross over to cool.  I was not one of those priveleged nerds who by my weird status somewhat altered into the realm of “trend-starter”. I liked weird things, and by me liking them I never started a trend or a loyal group of followers.   I didn’t realize that it was usually only the passionate enthusiasm that most people followed, not the actual trend itself. If someone could voice an opinion excitedly enough or back up a band with enough head-banging enthrallment, then surely this band or this thing must be worth following.  When I was younger, I was  enraptured by anyone who didn’t care about peer’s reactions or opinions.  I tried desperately hard for a while to fit in.  I think most of us did, but somehow we thought the cool kids didn’t have to try.  You know those cool kids like Paulie Bleeker:

Juno MacGuff: I think I’m, like, in love with you.
Paulie Bleeker: You mean as friends?
Juno MacGuff: No, I mean, like, for real. ‘Cause you’re, like, the coolest person I’ve ever met, and you don’t even have to try, you know…
Paulie Bleeker: I try really hard, actually.

And if you hadn’t noticed, all things nerdy are making a come-back.  But how do the true nerds feel about the “cool kids” taking over the realm of dorkdom?  Here’s an excerpt from a pretty funny blog post:

My fellow nerds, certain members of society are debasing those of our kind. You see them everywhere you go: they wear shirts that depict the heroes of our culture and act as if they are like one of us. They know nothing about the discrimination our forefathers endured, or the hardships they overcame. These fakers have appropriated our culture because it’s cool, never knowing what it truly means to be a nerd.

You see, for the last half-decade, video gaming and nerd-dom in general has become cooler and cooler. Bands of pretty boys sing about Dungeons and Dragons. Guys with thick-rimmed glasses are suddenly hot. Hell, being a skinny weakling whose likes include Mario Kart and twenty-sided dice is even considered cool. Although the fact that nerds like myself are suddenly hot commodities on the man-meat market doesn’t terribly upset me, the way others have appropriated and abused my nerd-culture is outrageous.

The fact that I’m 26 and still care about being cool sometimes is terribly upsetting. I thought the glory of growing older was not caring any more.  The good things is, I am starting to care less, so I can actually admit: I like Billy Joel rather than Fergie or Timbaland or Fall Out Boy, I could spend an entire weekend organizing my books on the bookshelf, and most importantly: I really enjoy NPR.  I do not find many people to discuss my love of NPR with, unless I visit my grandma.  I’m sure there must be people in my generation also enjoying the dry humor of Michael Feldman or hoping that you too can win Carl Kassell’s voice on your home answering machine.  Am I really the only one out there waiting for the lunch hour so I can listen to Terry Gross?

The saga of me and NPR was a quiet flirtation that led to full-blown romance.  We met by accident, after a rude awakening from another suitor radio station.  I grew tired of said radio frequency showing up time and time again with the same songs, like a boyfriend who only knows how to romance you with chocolates and flowers.  Delicacies and nice smelling things are sweet for a while, but they get tiresome (and fattening).  I started looking elsewhere for someone to take his place, someone that could carry an intelligent conversation, someone that shared my own interests, someone who could give me an oddly informative news quiz .  I live in Indianapolis, so the choices for beaus on the radio dial are few and for someone who does not own an i-pod.

NPR and I met about a year ago, and we’ve been together ever since. Sure I have the occassional fling with Bob & Tom on the side, and dabble a little with WZPL, but NPR is my faithful and true.  He gives me the local news I want to know, without having to endure increasingly dramatic nightly newscasts (“How much snow can we expect for the following weekend? We’ll tell you right after this commercial!”  I HATE how they tease out the news like that!). NPR knows I’ll get fat on chocolate all the time, so sometimes he brings me entertaining, sweet items about movies and popular culture, but then brings home some meat with the growing concern over the one-child policy in China.  He woos me with classical music in the evening, tells a good story with This American Life, and he even helped me fix my automobile this weekend with Car Talk.

Me and NPR organize my bookshelf with glee over the weekend, and laugh over the differences between mute and moot.  We will probably never be the cool kids on the block.  We will probably have our lunch money stolen and our head dunked in a toilet from time to time, but we would be able to explain to you the best way to invest that stolen coinage and maybe even a little bit about how that toilet works, because after all, All Things are Considered.

My name is Molly; I am a nerd and I love NPR.

 

The Lone Wolf April 9, 2008

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Occassionally I paint murals for other people.  My last mural was an illustrative work for children, and my husband didn’t really enjoy it as much as some of the others I’ve painted. This led to a discussion (read:argument) about what is good art, and the many different answers to that question.

Dave’s idea of good art consists of nature paintings, realistic depictions of wolves, eagles, and I’m guessing coyotes and rabbits would probably make the grade too. Gadzooks :) , he might even like a quail painting if the bird looked real enough, and if you threw in some baby quails trailing in a line behind mama. He might even tear up. Not really, but he does enjoy a good nature scene.

I appreciate nature. I love wolves and coyotes and all of God’s little creatures. I do not however like them as an art form. When Dave was defending these paintings as genuine, good art, I got mad, and then I got defensive, and then I looked down on him for viewing “The Lone Wof” as a work of genius. And then I realized I had become an art snob.  I really thought I was the one who qualified good art.

Then my dear friend Beth pointed out that perhaps each person is created uniquely to express a different aspect of God himself, and when we understand each other’s preferences and perspectives of beauty, we get a better understanding of what God sees as beauty, even it is a lone wolf in a painting.  Somehow out of Dave’s genuine appreciation of the natural world in art, I have an insight into what God has created and said was good. 

Ahh, look at the lone wolf standing there in all his majesty. I still don’t see it, but I’m glad Dave does, and I can at least appreciate that something within that painting is expressive of beauty.

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Hoosiers- be proud March 18, 2008

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 I’m tired of complainers!  I realize it might do little good to complain about complaining, but it’s worth a try. Namely, I’m bored of people living in Indiana complaining about Indiana. I realize we don’t have the perfect weather, the most modern attractions, or the most beautiful landscape. I appreciate a good view out my window just like anybody else, but still, if you’re living here you might as well take the time to enjoy it.  Maybe some people don’t have the option to leave this state, but for those who willingly choose to stay in Indiana, stop complaining!  I think there is plenty to do and see here, and if you don’t believe me, check out some of the links below:

http://www.indy.com/

http://www.nuvo.net/

http://indybuzz.blogspot.com/

http://www.aroundindy.com/

http://www.provocate.org/

http://www.indylit.com/

http://www.smallerindiana.com/

http://www.indyarts.org/

http://www.indianafestivals.org/

http://www.indygov.org/eGov/City/DPR/home.htm

http://www.wfyi.org/eventCal/

http://www.imamuseum.org/

http://events.iupui.edu/

http://www.butler.edu/events/

http://www.imcpl.org/events/featuredevents.html

http://www.in.gov/dnr/parklake/

http://www.browncounty.com/