This is a very special edition of Friday Haiku.  Earlier in the week, my mom, Chris O’Neill (pictured, left), sent me an email of two haikus she wrote.  I’m pretty sure they were in creative response to my weekly haikus.  I’m publishing her haikus for two reasons.

The first reason: these are really amazing haikus.

The second reason is because she demonstrates with these poems the best reason to make art: as a response to something that sticks with you.  She reads my blog and starts thinking about haikus.  She’s at her desk, in her car, starts putting stuff together, counting on her fingers.  Next thing you know?  Really flipping awesome haikus, you dig?  Thanks, Mom!

So without further ado, Friday Haiku: Chris O’Neill, author:

1.

Love fish fry Fridays

crowded hall who wants the perch

potato pancakes!

2.

Sunday brunch friends food

bloody mary beer chaser

omelet your way hey

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I’m still painting the studio, so I thought I’d take some time to share with you an email I got yesterday from my bestie Bradford.  Even though he lives in LA, we talk nearly every day and sometimes send each other emails like this one:

I do this all the time in my head.  When I daydream, I’m (often) kinda just doing this [math thing that's in this video] Nature By Numbers.  I do something similar, on purpose, when I park the car– as I walk away I’m making a 3-D “math-map” behind me so I can retrace my steps later and easily return to the vehicle (or whatever).  Although the mapping is intentional, it is also automatic and not at the forethought of my experience.  It is in the background.  I also have a similar sense of North, South East and West and can rotate the map around me to figure out where I am and which direction I am facing or need to go.

Before I physically move furniture around the house, I experience days if not weeks of glee rearranging everything in my head over and over again with a touch of this 3-dimensional math-y measurement going on.  I actually move the furniture once I land on a complete picture that is pleasing and functional to me.

When I read tarot cards, the pictures combine with the numbers, combine with the suits, combine with the placements — and a very fast kind of electric-picture-equation takes off.  It is usually faster than I can keep up with. That’s why I get so spazzy and talk really fast when I do readings.  That’s also why the experience of reading the cards is pleasing to me.  It’s like a game for me to to keep up and “narrate” the process.  —And then (often) people say that they heard exactly what they needed to hear, or (most often) that they already knew everything I told them but they never saw it all together from the perspective I presented.  That feels good too.  And it also both surprises and amazes me every time.

When I see things like that cool astronomical animation at the beginning of Contact I can alter the process, put myself at the center (or anywhere else in the model) and expand that same animation around me.  Then I feel that I have a good idea of how small I am (we are) in the Universe.

For a long time (since around the same time I got into “voodoo” stuff -early college.) I’ve felt comforted by looking at math and physics books.  The equations are pleasing to me.  I don’t understand what they mean, but I am relieved and elated to know that something beyond my comprehension, has order and meaning.

I trust big math = I trust the bigger picture, however it came to be.

I still despise story problems.

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