Kathy Osborne

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January 2010

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December 2009

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And here's to 2010, good bye 2009.

“We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come…We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. What happens but once, might as well not have happened at all.If we have only one life to live, we might as well not have lived at all.” The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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Check out my dad’s new site for Floyd Rose: http://www.prorockgear.com/

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Thought to Exist in the Wild Awakening from the Nightmare of Zoos by Karen tweedy-holmes focuses on the “psychological depth and intensity” of the portraits of animals. In her book she poses the question: “how do zoos teach us to perceive nonhuman animals and our relationship to them?” We see this answer through the human and animal perspective of her photos. I actually met Karen not knowing who she was and or her incredible talent in photography. We were at my fathers barn and had ridden two of his horses together that day. Her book was a Christmas gift to me and in it she had a few photos she had taken of us and the horses. This will be part of her collection in her next book pertaining to horses and the wild.

Dec 24, 2009

The Panther In the Jardin des Plantes, Paris

His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars; and the bars, no world. As he paces in cramped circles, over and over, the movement of his powerful soft strides is like a ritual dance around a center in which a mighty will stands paralyzed. Only at times, the curtain of the pupils lifts, quiety-. An image enters in, rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles, plunges into the heart and is gone.

Rainer Maria Rilke Translated by Stephen Mitchell

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Day 1 of finals and 3 things are a must in order to be successful according to papa Osborne: 3 cups of black coffee, the talk of life and a post final cigar. I am well prepared and anticipating the end of the week.

Dec 15, 2009
Scars On Land Kings Of Convenience

New indie folk group i’ve been into lately, and one of the songs on my “finals mix.”

Scars on land- Kings of Convenience

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In relation to performing artistic tasks, self-esteem improvement comes with recognition of personal meaning.  In other words, by creating art, one sees the power of their mind displayed in some tangible form.  It would be wrong to say that it produces a sense of “Godliness,” but it does give one a “creator” feeling.  A “creator” is important to something beyond themselves, and that inherently raises one’s self esteem.  Art has a cathartic effect, and with that catharsis comes a feeling of calm and well-being.  Just as detoxifying the body creates a sense of physical well-being, art can “detoxify” the mind and psyche to some extent, which could potentially improve both self-image and behavior.

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Night by Elie Wiesel

“Have we ever thought about the consequence of a horror that, though less apparent, less striking than the other outrages, is yet the worst of all to those of us who have faith: the death of God in the soul of a child who suddenly discovers absolute evil?.. It was then that I understood what had first drawn me to the young Israeli: that look, as of a Lazarus risen from the dead, yet still a prisoner within the grim confines where he had strayed, stumbling among the shameful corpses. For him, Nietzsche’s cry expressed an almost physical reality: God is dead, the God of love, of gentleness, of comfort, the God of Abraham, of Isaac, of Jacob, has vanished forevermore, beneath the gaze of this child, in the smoke of a human holocaust exacted by Race, the most voracious of all idols. And how many pious Jews have experienced this death! On that day, horrible even among those days of horror, when the child watched the hanging (yes!) of another child, who, he tells us, had the face of a sad angel, he heard someone behind him groan: “Where is God? Where is He? Where can He be now’ and a voice within him answered: ‘Where? Here he is- He has been hanged here, on these gallows.”  Some reading before Prague may influence a change on my beliefs in God. On the contrary, I think this book is the beginning of a change in my life..

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