studium -i n. [zeal , eagerness, application, enthusiasm; devotion to, goodwill towards a person or cause; application to learning, study].

The two words are pretty different in definition/intention, however; a study is quiet, a place of cloistering, of absorbing knowledge and thinking — it fits the “application to learning” and “study” part of the definition.

study: [noun] a room used or designed for reading, writing, or academic work.

A studio, on the other hand, indicates a more creative and active space, probably drawing from the “zeal, eagerness, application” part of the definition.

studio: [noun] a room where an artist, photographer, sculptor, etc., works.

The interesting dichotomy that then jumped out at me is that a study is where you absorb and learn, and a studio is where you emanate and practice. But both are places where you interact with your brain and engage in the very human pursuits of knowledge and expression.

These are spaces that some people never care to seek or make for themselves, that some people want and put together one or the other of them depending on their hobbies and personality, and that still others create and make use of both. So some combine them, some make a corner of a room a makeshift study or studio, and some keep spaces outside of their homes for this purpose. I would personally love a combined version, which I’m sort of working on right now in a small and simple way for my small and simple current house; we just bought some furniture for a reading nook in the “office” room of our place. Pictures of this coming soon…

For now, enjoy a view of Jay Walker’s incredible library, the most spectacular private library and personal museum I’ve ever seen.

My parents left for a trip to Hawaii on Thursday. The three of us siblings are watching the house, dog, bird and fish while they are gone. Before they left though we had a nice early-summer evening outside with berries, beer and bugs.

These are images taken and uploaded from my mobile phone without titles or descriptions – just moments in time through my eyes.

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I know I haven’t posted in a while, I need to revisit my motivation and direction here and get going again.

I ordered some Birkenstock sandals on eBay last week. They arrived Friday; I tried them on and found they fit a little weirdly. On closer inspection, they were fake! Aarrggh.
(For comparison, picture shows real [blue] Birks on top, fakes on the bottom.)
The seller was cool about it and offered a refund, but still, sucks getting burned on eBay. Luckily I have mostly good experiences there, but the occasional issue. EBay is a mysterious beast.

I only make it to the Kane County Flea Market a few times a year, but it’s held monthly and it’s huge. I always enjoy it. Today wasn’t very mid-century-ish but I did get a few things; two Tillandsia bulbosa plants (soil-free bromeliads some call ‘air plants’), a fish fossil, and a vintage Oshkosh suitcase ($6!).