the mars wall
The Mars wall was constructed to be a kind of "Living Prayer"--a reminder of what I wanted most. It sits directly opposite my bed so that every morning and every evening and every time I happen to look at it, a blip of conscious (or unconscious) thought shoots out into the universe reminding the powers-that-be that this is something I am a part of. Something I love.
At the bottom left of the Mars wall is blue index card. On it is written my son's blood type. The reason is this: one evening I was watching Season 2 of the Walking Dead.. In this episode, Rick's son had been hurt and the doctor needed to know his blood type. Rick immediately answered "'A' negative! Same as mine!" I was suddenly plagued with feelings of inadequacy: I could not tell you my son's blood type. What if, after a zombie apocalypse, something happened and someone needed to know his blood type? What was my blood type? What would I say? I felt inferior to the fictional zombie-killing sheriff father! This would not do. Within 24 hours I had the information I was looking for and, just to be sure I would commit it to memory. jotted it down on an index card and taped it where I would be sure to see it all the time.--on the Mars wall. Even though it does not technically NEED to be there (it is now memorized) there it remains. That wall got me to Stage 2 and I don't want to fix a wall that ain't broke.
The best part: my son's blood type is the same as mine: 'A' negative. Kind of hard to forget!
At the bottom left of the Mars wall is blue index card. On it is written my son's blood type. The reason is this: one evening I was watching Season 2 of the Walking Dead.. In this episode, Rick's son had been hurt and the doctor needed to know his blood type. Rick immediately answered "'A' negative! Same as mine!" I was suddenly plagued with feelings of inadequacy: I could not tell you my son's blood type. What if, after a zombie apocalypse, something happened and someone needed to know his blood type? What was my blood type? What would I say? I felt inferior to the fictional zombie-killing sheriff father! This would not do. Within 24 hours I had the information I was looking for and, just to be sure I would commit it to memory. jotted it down on an index card and taped it where I would be sure to see it all the time.--on the Mars wall. Even though it does not technically NEED to be there (it is now memorized) there it remains. That wall got me to Stage 2 and I don't want to fix a wall that ain't broke.
The best part: my son's blood type is the same as mine: 'A' negative. Kind of hard to forget!
The wall's Inspiration
My mother has subscribed to The New Yorker since forever and, as the magazine's first issue came out on my birthday, I have a bunch of framed New Yorker covers featuring the infamous dandy Eustace Tilley. When my mom presented this April 22, 2013 cover to me, I had a flash of inspiration: A Mars Wall. This wall would be an homage to my future home--and draw intention from the universe. So far, it is working well.
The initial letters of ACCEPTANCE
I also decided to frame each of the most important emails I'd received from Mars One:
-The email informing me that me application had been received.
-The email telling me my application has been accepted for consideration.
-The first "news-like-letter" explaining stuff.
I plan on printing out the most recent Biggies and simply layering them over the others. That way, I conserve space and have a concentrated "email : universe" ratio.
-The email informing me that me application had been received.
-The email telling me my application has been accepted for consideration.
-The first "news-like-letter" explaining stuff.
I plan on printing out the most recent Biggies and simply layering them over the others. That way, I conserve space and have a concentrated "email : universe" ratio.
Shrine to Stuff
Right next to the Mars wall is a "Things-That-Matter-Right-Now" Shrine-type-thing. From left going clockwise:
-My picture of Starbuck and Apollo right after she returns from Caprica.
-A picture of my son and I--he was 9-months at the time.
-My picture of Leon Trotsky's bathroom in Mexico; photographed by and given to me by a dear friend.
-A giant amethyst, my birthstone; a gift from a woman who saved my life.
-A picture of my son and I when he was two.
-"The Uncomfortable Chair" created by me during my brief stint as a Lego stop-motion movie maker. The minifig was supposed to be me in the movie. It was a large scale project that never got off the ground because of space. I did complete smaller projects.
-Some egg shaped crystal that fell on the floor and broke. I loved the color so much, I painted my room the same.
-A small Chinese bowl, hammered metal lining some kind of carved nut. (Part of a set belonging to my grandmother.)
-In the mirror you can see a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge on it's 75th anniversary--I was there. I wrote my name on one of those white plastic traffic dividing dots with a Sharpee. Do those dots have a name?
-My picture of Starbuck and Apollo right after she returns from Caprica.
-A picture of my son and I--he was 9-months at the time.
-My picture of Leon Trotsky's bathroom in Mexico; photographed by and given to me by a dear friend.
-A giant amethyst, my birthstone; a gift from a woman who saved my life.
-A picture of my son and I when he was two.
-"The Uncomfortable Chair" created by me during my brief stint as a Lego stop-motion movie maker. The minifig was supposed to be me in the movie. It was a large scale project that never got off the ground because of space. I did complete smaller projects.
-Some egg shaped crystal that fell on the floor and broke. I loved the color so much, I painted my room the same.
-A small Chinese bowl, hammered metal lining some kind of carved nut. (Part of a set belonging to my grandmother.)
-In the mirror you can see a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge on it's 75th anniversary--I was there. I wrote my name on one of those white plastic traffic dividing dots with a Sharpee. Do those dots have a name?
