Showing posts from June, 2014

Poetry: The Sunlight on the Garden by Louis MacNeice

The Sunlight on the Garden
by Louis MacNeice

The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.

Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.

The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying

And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.

Listen to my reading of "The Sunlight on the Garden" below:

Fashion: Crochet Bikini

Are you still on the hunt for an awesome bikini? If so, what do you think about this very cute hand crochet cotton one by Noelebell?


Experiment: Predicting and Remembering II

Last week I started an experiment to play with memory and predictions. I was curious about how much I could remember and how certain I was about my immediate future.

I wrote hours onto pieces of papers and placed them into a bowl and everyday I picked out a time at random. My experiment for Monday brought the realization that I had not been very aware of my actions on Sunday. I couldn't tell exactly what I did during the hour I had  picked out, except to generalize.  With this information, I tried to make Tuesday more memorable so I could remember more of it. On Wednesday I was a little bit  more successful in remembering, however the present kept interfering. Looking back started feeling strange when I would wonder what I had done, at say, 8am of every day of my life. Time started feeling incomprehensible. Like some sort of spell. How is it that I could occupy a period so fully just for it to become something vague in my mind the next moment? Is time mostly consciousness? A coll…

Mawusi: Shop News

So I'm changing things on the website a bit (new theme and everything).  I am trying to emboss the aesthetic of my brand into my images. My work is often playful and colorful. I create for free spirits: for people who don't mind standing out. I design and create for those cool individuals who don't take their appearances too seriously; who love to enjoy what they wear and are confident in their sense of style and I want this to show in the photographs of my work. It's a lot of hard work but I am here now, so I might as well spend the time torturing myself by doing what I love. Now, I have some EXCI TING new items coming to the shop next week and they are perfect for summer so please please please visit often. You will not be disappointed, though you might be a little a GOOD way!
Have a blast this weekend and say hello to summer for me when you see her tomorrow! -Jane

Summer Diaries: The Present

I was going to write about Wuthering Heights  since I finished the novel not so long ago. It being part of my summer reading and all. I will do it another time. I find it fascinating how love is presented in the novel.

What have I been up to? Well I have been sewing a lot, with needle and thread, I am working on a new line for my brand (that money and time sucking dream of mine) and my deadline is tomorrow.  I mean to do things though. I mean to take my blanket to a quite park and read Ulysses under the clouds or cloudless skies; to take myself to my favorite crepe place in Astoria and treat myself to a wonderful plate of goodness. Heck, I'm going to get all dressed up and everything too. No, no high-heels. I refuse to apologize for that. So yes, I will have a summer. It's just taking a minute and all. But at the moment, I am having a blast poking myself with needles in the name of sewing (don't have a sewing machine) and binging on TV series on Hulu.


Poetry: Embrace by Billy Collins

by Billy Collins

You know the parlor trick.
Wrap your arms around your own body
and from the back it looks like
someone is embracing you,
her hands grasping your shirt,
her fingernails teasing your neck.

From the front it is another story.
You never looked so alone,
your crossed elbows and screwy grin.
You could be waiting for a tailor
to fit you for a straightjacket,
one that would hold you really tight.


Listen to a reading of "Embrace" below:

Meet Pika of ShineWithThatSpark Blog!

Hi! My name is Pika! I was born in Hawaii and grew up in New York and I'm still living in NY!  Fun fact: Because I was born in Hawaii my name means "Queen of the Sea". Not Pika-Chu! I was born before Pika-Chu so basically, I'm the original one. haha I'm currently a business student at FIT (Fashion Institute of Technology). I'm 100% Japanese. I'm bilingual in English and Japanese (and almost trilingual with Spanish). Both of my parents are artists (in a way) so I grew up in an artistic environment and that's how I became interested in fashion and abstract art. I originally started blogging on a Japanese blogging site called "Ameba" in 2009, so I can practice my Japanese while writing about my favorite stuff, including my outfits. Also being a Japanese girl who grew up in New York her whole life, I was extremely interested with the Japanese culture. But I eventually started ShineWithThatSpark a couple of years ago because I wanted to equally spread m…

Experiment: Remembering and Predicting

What were you doing yesterday at say 4:30pm? What will you be doing tomorrow at the same time? Here is a neat experiment. This week I will be writing onto pieces of papers whole hours and their half pasts. At the end of each day, I will pick up a piece of folded paper with a time and try to remember what I was doing at that time the previous day, and what I think I will be doing at the same time in the future.

The purpose of this experiment is to become observant of how I spend my time, to be conscious of the moments.  I think this will prove to me a little or a lot of my ignorance, not only of myself but of my surroundings.

If you try this experiment and wishes to share kindly write me via email or leave a comment and let me know how it went. Thank you.

Have a blast!

Mawusi: Kokomlemle Brooches & Clips

Made something new! Come see the new Kokomlemle Pompom Brooch and Hair Clip. I have been wearing a couple in my hair since I made them and it's been wonderful. Find your colors at or message me if you have a different idea in mind. Thank you!

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Summer Diaries: Maleficent

My emotions are like the wind these days. They blow wherever they please and it is hard to keep them together. A spontaneous thought encouraged me into a thirty-two minute walk to the movie theater to see Maleficent in the middle of a weekday, just a few days past.

Having seen only brief trailers of a menacing Jolie, I had no expectations but felt some curiosity. I am happy to have that curiosity satisfied.  The metamorphosis of Maleficent, the character, and how those changes transformed her name reflected the ambiguity of language and of self. That language is arbitrary and a pool for the symbol is evident. In the beginning of the movie, the name Maleficent signified a happy little fairy who lived in a tree. Her parents are dead, but she is happy (that she can survive such a thing at a young age holds merit).

It is of great interest to me that it is not the lost of her parents that almost destroys her but the lost of her friend and her wings. I am familiar with the current thread o…

Poetry: Poem by Joshua Clover

by Joshua Clover

We are bored in the city, there is no longer any temple of the sun!
How many times have you walked at evening, Taxi Street to Rue No Fun,
Past the post office steps where lovers sprawled like sensual corpses intend us
To see Zone as one lost, city of haphazard marvels and haciendas?
Ahh, they are dreaming of dreaming, as poems do.  They are made of poppies,
As all lovers have been shown to be; they are made of paper, like philosophy.
Here's an example: "Words are the shadows thrown by ideas, pure surface—
Nothing affixes them to the page but their indolent desire to be seen twice,
Otherwise they would lift from the sheaves of lonely monks and the languors
Of lonely wives, umber wings blurring into evening blur." The danger
Of philosophy is that the mayor is weeping over Love Will Tear Us Apart
(The last chapter where Aglaya gets it) in his disheveled terrace apartment
And having a better time.  And look! Here are Aglaya and the lovelorned

My Visit to Etsy

Etsy's annual Craft Party is set for this Friday, June 6th from 5pm - 8:30pm! I will be attending the one at DUMBO. To help set the party in swing, there was a little pre-party event hosted at the Etsy Headquarters and I had the good fortune to be invited to it with Erin, Corey and Julie! Katie, our very cool host, gave us a tour of the place.  Since I brought Karma with me, I got a few pictures!
The photo booth coughed out this excellent mistake. I zoomed in on the food and stayed zoomed in on the food. We all had a lot of fun and I had more cookies than anyone. I made sure to sit closest to the food. Amazing chandelier. She who took the amazing pictures of us. I am still thinking on this cycle thingie...what is it called? Well, there is enough to look at. Now where to start?
Yes! Let's all do this. Please, please... From the Etsy Museum. I want lace to come out of my ears. Ingenious, yes? Yes. This makes me want to hug someone. If you're reading this, I am sending virtu…

Opinion: Wicked Cycle

To take lightly one's capability to be wicked is to be in denial.
To be in denial is to learn nothing.
To learn nothing is to repeat the same evil over and over and over.