What Are You Not Knowing? – Research #2

 

I researched it, and today is the perfect day for #2 in my Research series!

 

Research Is #2

 

People often think science is all about facts and figures. That it is dry and boring.  Don’t tell that to a scientist.  Scientists won’t get mad at you about that claim, don’t worry. They will just look at you with a completely quizzical expression and say, “Are you crazy?  Science is all about NOT knowing facts and figures. It’s about the excitement of investigating what it is we don’t know.  That is what makes it exhilarating, not boring.”

Scientific research is walking a tightrope with the ‘Sea of Unknowing’ on one side and the canyon of ‘Can’t Be’ on the other.  You try not to fall off.  Then you DO fall off.  Then, just as you think you are lost, you find the answer you thought was at the end of the tightrope way down in the canyon or sea!

Science research is very much like creating art.

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Drawing and commentary by Marty Coleman

Quote by Wernher von Braun, 1912-1977,  German born rocket scientist

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An Open (and Kinder) Letter to Gwyneth Paltrow

Hello Ms. Paltrow,

I don’t know you.  I probably know more about you than you know about me though.  I have seen you in some movies, on the red carpet via TV, read news/entertainment reports about you here and there.  I know you have a lifestyle website that give advice and information about all sorts of things.  I know you are considered beautiful by many.  I know these things about you because America, and most of the world actually, has developed an amazing obsession with people who do one particular line of work.  That line of work is the one you happen to be in, acting. You are lucky to be living now compared to 100-200 years ago, when your profession was not so highly regarded. Then you would have been considered disreputable, and while people might want to watch you on stage, they would not have wanted to actually know you.

How times have changed. Now everyone DOES want to know you.  Not only that, they actually think they do know you.  And to be honest, that is partially true. Your life is in the public eye, and that is, at least in part, a conscious decision made by you and your family.  As a result, people you don’t know know about you. They know some about your family, your marriage, your likes and dislikes in fashion, food, charities, makeup, hair, and more.

The Special Categories

As a result of this appearance of knowing you, many feel close to you, like you are friends with them.  That is a pretty cool thing.  But you aren’t just showing yourself to ‘friends’, you are showing yourself to everyone.  And here’s the bad part Gwyneth.  You are in that special category of humans (actors) that America has decided does not deserve to be shown the respect they would show to their real friends.  The reason for this is because they don’t, in spite of thinking maybe you are their friend, think you are actually real.  You are just a creation, like the movies you are in.  Those who follow this idea of course don’t feel the need to show you respect, or compassion, or mercy, or kindness, or forgiveness. They get a free pass on all that because you aren’t real.

Of course some may think you are real. But they have another category of human that trumps that and so they still feel they have the right to withhold those elements of civility. That second category is ‘the privileged rich’. You aren’t a person who just happens to have a lot of money, you are ‘the privileged rich’.  As a result, many feel they can treat you like they would an alien species or an animal who doesn’t have feelings and doubts and hardships like they do. They can degrade you. They can mock you. They can rally their friends and society at large against you. They can destroy you.  After all, you aren’t one of them.   You are an alien who doesn’t deserve anything.

Working

Two recent events regarding you made all this come to the fore.  First was your interview in which you said your type of work is harder for you than a different type of work that is more consistent and regular is for other mothers.  Some people, mostly mothers, didn’t like that.  But since you are in the two aforementioned categories they didn’t do what they would have done with their friends.  What they would have done with their friend is perhaps say “yea, I can imagine that sucks. I wouldn’t want to be away from my kids that long either.  My life is consistent, it’s true. I do the same things day in, day out, for the most part. But it’s can be really hard too.”  At which point I have every reason to believe you would have said, “Yea, it can be hard for both of us.” and then you both would have continued to talk as friends about it.

Conscious Uncoupling

The second event was your recent separation from your husband.  In your announcement you used the words, ‘conscious uncoupling.’  It was a phrase most of us hadn’t heard before. Some people made fun of that phrase because it wasn’t the single word, ‘Divorce’.  They used your use of that phrase as a weapon against you, saying you are pretentious and elitist.  What they didn’t do was actually think about the phrase.  They were so busy mocking and denigrating they forgot to actually pay attention.  If they had been paying attention then they might have realized the phrase is actually a pretty interesting and effective way of saying ‘separation’ or ‘divorce’. It makes you think about it in a new and different way.  But those people don’t want to be faced with thinking new things.  They want to stay with what their tribe, and the influencers that lead the tribe, say is approved.  If it’s not approved, then it is worthy of being mocked.

What a Friend Would Do

Here is the crux of it all.  I don’t know you.  You might actually be pretentious or out of touch in real life, I don’t really know after all.   But I certainly don’t think those to examples show it.  But I do know that even if you did say something that showed a lack of understanding on your part, I would respond as I would to a friend. I would first try to understand you; where you are in your life, what you deal with.  I would try to walk in your shoes.  Not your supposed shoes of privilege, but your emotional shoes. Your real shoes.  The shoes worn by a human, not a mockable category.  I would then, if I didn’t fully understand, give you the benefit of the doubt.  I wouldn’t assume you had bad intentions or motives or were a terrible person because of what you said. I would probably ask you what you meant.  I have a strong feeling asking you that would solve any issue I had.

Judgment is the New Black

Unfortunately Gwyneth, you and I are living in an era where judgment is the new black.  Judgment can be a good thing of course, but when it is bereft of it’s  balancing partners it usually isn’t. What are judgment’s partners?  They are compassion, understanding, mercy, silence, patience, forgiveness, openheartedness and openmindedness.  Instead partners that bring out the worst in judgment are on the scene. They are envy, jealousy, self-righteousness, mean-spiritedness and hatred.  What we end up with is an America that thrives on judging and attacking others in the most unthinking, vicious way possible.

Anyway, that is just a bit of what I have had on my mind in the last few days regarding your public situation.  I hope it helps you to see that most of this negative response you are getting, and have gotten for quite a while, is not about you, it’s about them.  It’s about their small minded desire to be part of their self-righteous tribe and their unconscious anger that they are not you.  

I wish you the best with your family situation and your career,

A friend you don’t know,

Marty Coleman

Being Purpocuriosiful

 

 

Researching my Belly Button

Purposeful

Recently I gave a lecture about Photography to PHOTOG, a group I help lead here in Tulsa. The title of my talk was ‘What’s Inside Your Camera?’ and it was an explanation of the workings of the camera.  Of course to talk intelligently about it I thought it might be wise for me to research exactly what DOES happen in a camera. I mean, I know…but I don’t KNOW.  

Curious

So, I went about researching. My research was driven by what I was curious about. How does that image get on the screen in the back anyway?  I knew how it worked in old film cameras, but I didn’t know the details of how it worked in a digital camera.  My curiosity went in that purposeful direction.

I did that a number of different times; exploring this history, that part of the camera, this function. Whatever piqued my curiosity, I went looking into it.  I followed threads of images, forums, essays, lessons, in whatever direction I wanted to know more about.  I didn’t try to have it all make sense before I started. I explored first and it was only after I had done that for many hours that I started to see how it all worked in detail. 

Purposeful Again

I then organized the talk with a certain logic; starting at the lens, where the light enters the camera, and ending at the very back of the camera, where we see the resulting image.  

Purpocuriosiful

That is my favorite way to work, purpocuriosiful. I start with a general idea and a broad purpose. Then, within those wide parameters I just explore freely.  I allow myself to be confused, to not know how something will turn out, how it will all make sense, while I do this exploring. I allow it because I know the process works. I know my brain will eventually see patterns and structures within my purpocuriosiful explorations and I will be able to organize the information so others can gain from it.

While I am not a scientist I know from talking to my daughter, Rebekah, who is a one, that she often works that way, as do many others.  Art and science are not as far apart as people sometimes think.

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Drawing and commentary by Marty Coleman

Quote by Nora Neale Hurston, 1891-1960, African-American Folklorist and Writer

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The Tutored Tooting – A Short Short Story

Prologue

I knew these girls.  They were the girls I liked in High School.  Not always the smartest, but definitely the smartassiest.

 

The Tutured Tooting

 

Chapter One

They were way too smart for school. Nonetheless, school they were in.  And they weren’t doing very well.  Especially in Chemistry. It wasn’t that they couldn’t learn Chemistry, it was that they didn’t care about Chemistry.  What did chemicals have to do with anything?  I mean, yea, you have ‘chemistry’ with someone, like your boyfriends. And yea, you don’t want to blow yourself or stuff up by accident so you should know how to not do that.  But organic and inorganic chemistry as a whole class, a whole YEAR? That was pure torture.

Chapter Two

To save money parents had the option of having a group tutoring session.  So now these two girls were at the bookstore sitting with the same tutor.  They didn’t know each other, they just knew OF each other.  They weren’t in the same clique and didn’t do the same school activities. The girl in blue, Amy, was a jock.  The girl in gray, Abby, was in Band.   Amy had a reputation for being really funny.  Abby had a reputation for being really funny too.

Chapter Three

The tutor was a nice lady who wore a pink wool top and gray skirt. Amy thought the skirt was too short for someone so old. Abby thought the pink top made her look like she was from the 60s, like the President who got killed’s wife, whatever her name was.  The tutor had been a full time teacher but had to quit when her mother got sick and needed care. Now she tutored 3 days a week and made almost as much money as she did teaching with nowhere near the hassle.

Chapter Four

The tutor was explaining chemically how gas is formed.  This was an unfortunate topic for Abby, who at that very moment was having severe gas pains in her bowels.  She was waiting to excuse herself until the tutor finished when it happened.  Abby tooted. It wasn’t really loud or really long, but it was loud enough.  The tutors eyes went wide. Amy put her hand over her mouth and tried to suppress a laugh.  It didn’t work.  Amy laughed loud, louder than the toot.  Abby blushed, then looked at the tutor and said, “Sorry, may I go to the bathroom please?”  The tutor scowled, rolled her eyes and said, “Yes, please do.”

Chapter Five

Amy immediately asked if she could go too and the tutor said yes.  When they both got in the bathroom they started laughing hysterically.  Abby said, “I don’t know what she was so upset about, that’s chemistry in action, right?” Amy caught her breath and said, “Exactly, that’s the chemistry they should teach in school, everyone would pay attention then!”

Chapter Six

The tutoring session ended a few minutes later with both girls barely able to keep it together.  They stayed behind after the tutor left.  They did homework, looked at magazines and talked about a million different things for another 2 hours before they both had to go home for dinner.

Epilogue

That day was the day they both met their best friend. Now, 25 years later, they live a mile from each other. They talk every day. Ironically enough, Amy actually did become a Chemical Engineer and Abby became a Science Writer.  They have helped each other through college, graduate school, marriages, divorces, babies, moves, jobs, firings, illnesses and everything else.  They love to tell the story of how they met.

The End

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Drawing and Story by Marty Coleman ©2014

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A Portrait at Starbucks – A Short Short Story (True)

#1

I’ve gone to the same Starbucks in Tulsa about 3 times in a row now. It is not where I usually travel but I had to get my car serviced a number of times and it’s the coffee spot closest to the dealership.  Each time I’ve spent time working and drawing, usually about an hour or so.  Each time the same woman was there.  The first time I noticed her but I was faced the opposite direction and ended up drawing a couple talking at a window table while it snowed.  

Two Women at a Tulsa Starbucks

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#2

The second time I drew her on a napkin and showed it to her. I also showed her the sketchbook drawing from my first trip there and the sketchbook drawing I was doing that day, of a woman being interviewed at the end of my table.  

 

The Interview

 

I haven’t finished her napkin yet but I did take a photo of her with it, as I always like to do if possible.  I emailed her the photograph.  While we talked I found out she liked to hang out there before her job at Dillards, a department store at the nearby mall.  I also found out she had taught English in Korea for a year and had just got back in the summer of 2013.

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#3

The third time I sat across from her and drew her in my sketchbook.  She told me that she had decided to go back to Korea for at least another year to teach again.  I admire the courage it takes to go off to a new part of the world all by yourself.  To go back a second time, that really says something about what you discovered about the place, and about yourself, the first time around.  I wish I had done that in college or afterwards.

Tulsa Starbucks 3

 

I wish her great fortune in her journey to Korea!

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Drawings and writing by Marty Coleman

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