The Couch /  by Mirena Rhee

I watch people move all the time in New York City and I'm astonished at the lengths people go to to move bulky furniture. 

I used to do that too.

Every piece of bulky furniture you buy will cost you thousands of dollars over your lifetime, and thousands of hours of your life.

First, you are going to spend hours looking for the right piece.

Then you have to buy it.

Then you have to move it in place once it arrives.

Then you have to fill it with stuff, butts, or whatever.

You will spend hours putting things in and out of it over its lifetime.

You will end up buying more stuff so you can put things in it.

You are going to spend hours taking care of it.

It's going to take the place of air in your room.

It's going to take space in your mind.

It's usually going to be brown.

And then one day you are going to stop liking it.

You are going to start hating it.

It's going to eat you alive for days.

You are going to try to sell it or put it in storage.

Or you will need to move and take it with you.

The moving company will come, wrap it up, load it on the truck, transport it, unload it, put it up in the new house, and unwrap it.

You are going to be fed up with it anyway.

You are going to try to sell it or put it in storage.

This will cost you hours of your life and the storage fees will cost you several pieces of furniture over your lifetime.

You will begin the vicious circle of trying to find a new piece.

Once I bought a $5,000 couch from Macy's.

I think I spent 3 weeks after taxes working for it.

It took me two sets of movers to move it upstairs.

It took me another set of movers to move it to a new place.

I loved it but for the most part, it was just there. 

At some point, I used it as a bed but I could have just slept on a futon on the floor.

I sold it to a gay couple who loved it and I was happy to get rid of it.

But before that, I had other people come and sit on it, didn't like the dimple in the middle, and didn't buy it.

The thing is that I still think about it.

Free space and your mind.

Bulky furniture will cost you years of your life.

I currently do not own any furniture.

I only use whatever I find on the street in New York and put everything back.

We did have a difficult relationship, there were two years we didn't speak. But what is that compared to the eternity without us in the universe /  by Mirena Rhee

I have the feeling that our atoms after death reassembling into other things in the universe in some way continue us although a little bit more spread out. So we go back into the soup maybe a little more integrated into it, but we're still entrenched in the fabric of the universe so it is possible that some kind of aspect of our consciousness continues forever. I already feel my integration with the entire universe although I do not see any special effects in front of my eyes.

6 months since my dad passed away /  by Mirena Rhee

He was a leader, innovator and a traveler. He loved solving difficult technical and manufacturing problems in his work, and was a trusted advisor to me and other members of the family.

I took this picture of him while he was visiting me at Lucasfilm.

Axiom spacesuit is awful! milan, prada my ass /  by Mirena Rhee

If you deliver this spacesuit design to Elon Musk you'd be fired on the spot. It is dated, uninspired, ugly bikini area, wtf crop top, arms come out like pipes out of a water heater. Helmet's like a glass melon and materials looks like a tent. Short pants and baby blue soles?

I think what happened is Prada told them it looks cool and they agreed. I mean Prada is the master of luxury bullshit that no one needs, I am sure they will easily transition from handbags to spacesuits. Like they give fucks about space.

Pre-historic rock art in Egypt /  by Mirena Rhee

Tell me art doesn't have staying power. What other shit remains from back then? And you know what it is still beautiful 5 to 7,000 years later.

A pigment, a scratch, a line and a surface, no need for any fancy to make art. This is why it's magic, it is so simple at first glance. Art sneaks up on you, you are moved, by a few scratches on a rock.

Tell me you're not moved by this art!