So i'm sitting here trying to figure out the best way to explain this blog. To illucidate my ideas clearly and seem like the muddle headed ninny i oft come across as. Yeta blog is a inherently a diary. We have become like our ancestors in the 1800's where everyone documents their daily experiences and adventures. The internet just saves money on publishing and improves distribution. Whatever the case though we are a disenfranchised, disconnected lot we are probably more honest than those who blogged before us in journals. So there I go. I will be honest and try and be clear. It will help me in the end focus and remember what this is about.
And so it begins...
In my life strangely enough I have the oppurtunity to live alot of my dreams. I've lived in europe, I've worked if not gone t o M.I.T. , I've worked with robots, been to India, I've truly been blessed by meeting the most incredable ppl. But now I stand at the edge of my "DREAM". The thing I know I was meant to do. The direction Everything in my life has pointed. I've delayed it in pursuit of some perfect plan..but as recent events..and actually my whole life has made clear is that there is no "perfect" plan.
By training Iam an engineer. Hence all the geeky references above. I've always had an affinity for science and technology. Math was sometimes hit or miss but i'll explain that(read many excuses) at a different time. But as much as I loved all things technology I always had a thing for art. i have been drawing since forever. I remember a portrait i drew of my third grade teacher that was basically dead on. Too bad my skills have deteriorated since then. But still i was always drawing. Handed in papers and tests with doodles all over.
In my last year of school at Rensselaer a friend of mine pointed me to where i fit in the spectrum. Industrial Design. And in my co-op the following semester i got a little exposure and it felt right. But I thought i should cut my teeth as an engineer. So I beset on my travels thinking i would be back into it much quicker than it has actually taken. But God leads us through our paths for a reason and in the end I discovered the perfect place where i feel i belong. An industrial Design program geared towards engineers in europe. It just SCREAMS me.
It's at The Royal College of Art in London, England. The program also gave birth th Dyson and his famous vacuum cleaners amongst others. I've applied and been accepted with two helter skelter trips to london for an open house and an almost missed interview. Anyway there is a stumbling block: MONEY!!!
To go to school in London I need some serious duckets. I had pursued the sponsorship route but faced disappointment, and I mean last minute like two weeks before school disappointment. and had to defer until Next year so now i am devising a master plan, God willing, to get the money..as thinsgs unfold I will post here. So this is a bit long winded but I needed to get it out. I'll try and keep it short next Time.
Laters,
Kotoko - ps does anyone see why e.e. cummings is my fave poet
