Zen Chronicles

Megan Acree Zengerle

All-things people @creativelive! Tireless opportunist, eternal optimist, start-up grower, risk taker, (BMX) mom, human being

San Francisco / Boulder · about.me/megzenger
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gradnessmadness:

“Most of life is on-the-job training. Some of the most important things can only be learned in the process of doing them. You do something and you get feedback — about what works and what doesn’t. If you don’t do anything for fear of doing it wrong, poorly, or badly, you never get any feedback, and therefore you never get to improve.”

-Jack Canfield  

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nprfreshair:

Spruce Gran Picea #0909 – 11A07 (9,550 years old; Fulufjället, Sweden)

From Rachel Sussman’s collection The Oldest Living Things in the World 

prostheticknowledge:

Play House

Sound installation by Alex Allmont uses old LEGO to create a machine to generate electronic music - video embedded below:

Play house is an automata that mechanically computes and performs hooky and hypnotic acid house. Like a generative musical loom, a single drive turns a sequence of LEGO gears, levers and latches that mutate riffs and rhythm patterns. These are played out on analogue drums and synthesisers from the halcyon days of 1980’s dance music while the machine gradually shifts the timbre and space of the sound. In the piece the process of creation is laid bare so one can indulge in picking apart the interactions driving the score, seeing sound as it changes in sculpture, exploring our expectations in music, or simply rocking out to some fruity acid.

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Moon rising on Flickr.

You’re not a true startup unless you flirt with death every few months.

When did we become so small and so apologetic? Why do we apologize for our humanity? Love what you love, and make no apologies. This is your identity. The most horrendous suspensions of freedom are self-imposed. We imprison ourselves daily, hourly.

We have one life, one shot at all the glorious things of life, and we walk about constricted, apologetic, afraid. We have so little time; we have so little space upon which to spread our love and our talents and our kindness. Run toward life fulsomely and freely.

It runs from us so quickly, like a frightened dog or youth or daylight. Chase it and care for it.

Of course art should be about something big. Something terribly big must be at stake. I don’t see this anymore. Our art is becoming terribly polite and apologetic, much like us. It slinks away like a sagging breast, empty of milk or promise or comfort.

We need to get very fervent again. We need to get jacked up.

Tennessee Williams  (via light-essence)

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onemanzroad:

Cuz riding for 10hrs just wasn’t enough he had to get in a nighttime session ..#bmxzen

Breakfast of champions (at Whole Foods Market Potrero Hill)

youareheremit:

Visualizing Independent Coffee Shops in San Francisco.
http://youarehere.cc/w/coffeeshops/san-francisco

Roosevelt said:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.”