We all have weird dreams... lay awake in the night pondering their obtuseness while praying for more sleep before the sun creeps into our lives once again.
I have had this old man visit me a few times, a face so cracked and wrinkled it is almost unrecognizable as human. His shriveled hands give me things, last night a huge pile of patches, the ones they have in tourist shops with flags from all over the world. I resisted, but he insisted, pressing them into my palms with his shaky arms and whispering in some language that I am sure I can not understand when I am awake. I tried to contextualize the dream, but his other visits have slipped from my mind, but I remember him, that is for sure. There are those moments when the vast wonderment of the world open up to you and you have all the answers to everything, just there... they disappear, every time. That reminds me... I have to put hoops on my next podcast... That story of Jeffs that has god talking to him through a game of horse at the local rec center...
For this podcast I am thinking about doing 20 minutes with the popologists down at The Brewerey. Those guys are completely nuts, but in a rambling art school way that is kind of fun and wacky... I guess the homeless guy Jesus that hangs out at the loft stole their car, he probably got pulled over and arrested for having 500 open containers... He borrows it to recycle bottles downtown... I think he makes more than most retail employees I know, but damn hard work, I am sure. It would be great to do a Morrissey tribute podcast called, I have forgiven Jesus... You know, for the latest single... Around his return to the popologist camp.
With the release of Tiger in two days, and Safari RSS, there is sure to be a huge new wave of bloggers coming online. I would like to get my head wrapped around syndication applications and how to create dashboard applications for posting to Livejournal, MySpace, SG, GJ, Blogger, you know... All the usual spots. I am still convinced the dream of author once, publish everywhere will be available at least online, I can probably script around all the proprietary coding each of the sites employ... somehow. Suffice it to say I am quite excited about the possibilities of dashboardand and automator. I have a feeling the first week I have Tiger, I will be writing dozens of workflows for some of the people I help so they can be empowered to do some of the tedious and repetitive tasks I do for them all by their lonesome selves... wheee...
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I worked really, really late tonight... when I finally left it was cold and raining, reminded me of holland, without the people. There were always people walking around, day or night... riding by on their black dutch bikes on the phone, umbrella in hand... I work until 4AM tomorrow night, probably later, as we prepare for the Tiger launch... good stuff, I get to be one of the Tiger specialists, doing demos of the new features, as well as doing Photoshop, iPod/iTunes, .Mac, and iLife lectures... I really need to get certifications for some of the Pro Apps and MS Office soon... very important... tired, need tomatoes and balsamic vinegar glaze and a huge glass of white wine... I noticed a disturbing thing... velveta costs as much as brie, why is that?.
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I often wonder how I lost perfection. It lived so close to my heart, and made it BEAT, BEAT...flush my face with a subtle heat, and my tongue stammer to no end.
There was a certain smell that brought thoughts of sweetness what the air of freedom must taste like, love.
A swish tingles on the skin, overwhelming... There is something intangible there that twists in the gut and demands ATTENTION!
I guess the rant will have to come a bit later on...
If you have not noticed... I have been offline for quite a while.
My laptop has been giving her final death rattles... On again, off more than not... Today I finally had to do the office space thing and kick the shit out of the poor thing, retire the titanium and gaffer tape last leg humming monstrosity that I love... I loved... Almost makes me want to cry all the drama and trauma my sticker covered laptop and I have been through together.
Anyways... Today I was given the most amazing gift... It left me stunned.
A new powerbook.
and it is fucking fast, and big, and really sexy.
never thought I could be so impressed by 17" of aircraft aluminum...
I don't know what to say, what to do. I am so grateful and thankful...
Well, here was the beginning of a rant that I was working on before my old mac crashed... I guess it is back in action... And a whole lot of work I need to get done now that I am back and ready to get it on.
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There is no clear clear line of demarcation between art and
commerce, between self-expression and that old hustle which is precisely the reason it is so difficult for most to recognize and understand great art. Artists find ourselves surrounded by shysters and parasites, small minded fools who as Picasso put it so eloquently, can not see the stars to dream, they are so busy staring at the ground... It wasn't so long ago that the net was devoid of commerce, people created because they could, and there were commercial incentives to do so, but the scammers and scumbags of the financial world were far, far away... We saw them rush in like rats onto the lifeboats of a sinking ship, offering IPOs for business built on the most vague and idiotic concepts. That dot com boom was like hearing your favorite alt band in the grocery store... In musak form... Enough to sink your soul.
We have saw companies like Adobe, whose CEO I saw at a business conference in jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket announcing that Adobe creates tools for artists, plain and simple. His artists have created business revolutions with products like postscript, and PDF...
well, back to this later... I am really excited about tiger, and need to get things ready for the arrival... just 10 more days... damn, I know that's sad, but it is a really big deal.
I have had this old man visit me a few times, a face so cracked and wrinkled it is almost unrecognizable as human. His shriveled hands give me things, last night a huge pile of patches, the ones they have in tourist shops with flags from all over the world. I resisted, but he insisted, pressing them into my palms with his shaky arms and whispering in some language that I am sure I can not understand when I am awake. I tried to contextualize the dream, but his other visits have slipped from my mind, but I remember him, that is for sure. There are those moments when the vast wonderment of the world open up to you and you have all the answers to everything, just there... they disappear, every time. That reminds me... I have to put hoops on my next podcast... That story of Jeffs that has god talking to him through a game of horse at the local rec center...
For this podcast I am thinking about doing 20 minutes with the popologists down at The Brewerey. Those guys are completely nuts, but in a rambling art school way that is kind of fun and wacky... I guess the homeless guy Jesus that hangs out at the loft stole their car, he probably got pulled over and arrested for having 500 open containers... He borrows it to recycle bottles downtown... I think he makes more than most retail employees I know, but damn hard work, I am sure. It would be great to do a Morrissey tribute podcast called, I have forgiven Jesus... You know, for the latest single... Around his return to the popologist camp.
With the release of Tiger in two days, and Safari RSS, there is sure to be a huge new wave of bloggers coming online. I would like to get my head wrapped around syndication applications and how to create dashboard applications for posting to Livejournal, MySpace, SG, GJ, Blogger, you know... All the usual spots. I am still convinced the dream of author once, publish everywhere will be available at least online, I can probably script around all the proprietary coding each of the sites employ... somehow. Suffice it to say I am quite excited about the possibilities of dashboardand and automator. I have a feeling the first week I have Tiger, I will be writing dozens of workflows for some of the people I help so they can be empowered to do some of the tedious and repetitive tasks I do for them all by their lonesome selves... wheee...
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I worked really, really late tonight... when I finally left it was cold and raining, reminded me of holland, without the people. There were always people walking around, day or night... riding by on their black dutch bikes on the phone, umbrella in hand... I work until 4AM tomorrow night, probably later, as we prepare for the Tiger launch... good stuff, I get to be one of the Tiger specialists, doing demos of the new features, as well as doing Photoshop, iPod/iTunes, .Mac, and iLife lectures... I really need to get certifications for some of the Pro Apps and MS Office soon... very important... tired, need tomatoes and balsamic vinegar glaze and a huge glass of white wine... I noticed a disturbing thing... velveta costs as much as brie, why is that?.
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I often wonder how I lost perfection. It lived so close to my heart, and made it BEAT, BEAT...flush my face with a subtle heat, and my tongue stammer to no end.
There was a certain smell that brought thoughts of sweetness what the air of freedom must taste like, love.
A swish tingles on the skin, overwhelming... There is something intangible there that twists in the gut and demands ATTENTION!
I guess the rant will have to come a bit later on...
If you have not noticed... I have been offline for quite a while.
My laptop has been giving her final death rattles... On again, off more than not... Today I finally had to do the office space thing and kick the shit out of the poor thing, retire the titanium and gaffer tape last leg humming monstrosity that I love... I loved... Almost makes me want to cry all the drama and trauma my sticker covered laptop and I have been through together.
Anyways... Today I was given the most amazing gift... It left me stunned.
A new powerbook.
and it is fucking fast, and big, and really sexy.
never thought I could be so impressed by 17" of aircraft aluminum...
I don't know what to say, what to do. I am so grateful and thankful...
Well, here was the beginning of a rant that I was working on before my old mac crashed... I guess it is back in action... And a whole lot of work I need to get done now that I am back and ready to get it on.
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There is no clear clear line of demarcation between art and
commerce, between self-expression and that old hustle which is precisely the reason it is so difficult for most to recognize and understand great art. Artists find ourselves surrounded by shysters and parasites, small minded fools who as Picasso put it so eloquently, can not see the stars to dream, they are so busy staring at the ground... It wasn't so long ago that the net was devoid of commerce, people created because they could, and there were commercial incentives to do so, but the scammers and scumbags of the financial world were far, far away... We saw them rush in like rats onto the lifeboats of a sinking ship, offering IPOs for business built on the most vague and idiotic concepts. That dot com boom was like hearing your favorite alt band in the grocery store... In musak form... Enough to sink your soul.
We have saw companies like Adobe, whose CEO I saw at a business conference in jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket announcing that Adobe creates tools for artists, plain and simple. His artists have created business revolutions with products like postscript, and PDF...
well, back to this later... I am really excited about tiger, and need to get things ready for the arrival... just 10 more days... damn, I know that's sad, but it is a really big deal.