Facebook is becoming such an invasive cavity search that I am determined to explore alternatives, find a good strategy, and figure out how to lure my friends there. Possibilities? This (Tumblr), LiveJournal, Google Buzz, extended uses of Twitter, Google Wave, Orkut, some of the open source, distributed social network apps under development, or trying to build some damn thing myself? I think I’ll start by creating a survey to lob at my friends, asking them which features of Facebook they care about. So look for such from me soon. In the meantime: suggestions? Thoughts?
I just remembered: I have a blog or three! Some awesome folks I met in World of Warcraft recently discovered brainflak.com, and I remembered that I haven’t posted there since the War of 1812. The reason is simple: my mushy brain hasn’t had anything to say since then that was longer than a tweet. But no more. Massive discourse must now pour forth. Or something.
It used to be that each fall I would make a mask. These would be fairly elaborate masks, of latex or wood or papier mâché. They were usually scary, although some were scary only in odd ways, like the one that was a huge 48-pixel icon of my own face.
But for the last several years it just has not happened. Two years ago I made a plaster mold for a multi-eyed, polymouthed, Lovecraftian horror, but never cast it. This year I made a rather enormous, spooky castle to wear on my head, but didn’t get it painted. Just couldn’t make the time.
The proximate causes are obvious enough. I have two young children. I’ve been working 75 hours a week. But this matter depresses me far more than merely confirming that I’m busy can explain.
I guess it’s part of my broader fear/regret/angst about what seems the death of my creativity. I’ve made so little art of any kind lately that I can’t believe anyone believes I’m me. Clearly I’m an impostor in my own life.
Bah.
Can I be fixed? Will getting work hours under control do it? Must I go all Pollock on my Ford Focus? Burn my giant stack of old sketchbooks and give up? I know - silly drama for a lame dilemma. I’ve become the Willy Lohman of artsy and/or fartsy dilettantes.
Feh. Please ignore me.
RT @TedHope via @james_gunn: just punched Lampton in the face b/c he had a “World’s # 1 Dad” drawing on the wall! Hope: “Fuck you, I’M the number one dad!”
Yesterday I was singing a silly song with Boo, involving making up verses about each family member. I was pleased with my effort at a rhyme for Kathryn: bathroom. But Boo required that we do that one over, and insisted that I had to rhyme with Kathryn. I protested that I couldn’t think of any words that rhyme exactly with Kathryn, so Boo patiently listed some for me: “tathryn, sathryn, mathryn, gathryn, dathryn, lathryn.” Enlightened, I did another take, which was well received. I went with “mathryn.”
Basing your Web analytics exclusively on data collected via client-side mechanisms built from ambitious Javascript and faerie duste is rather like basing your weather reports on information collected from everyone’s toaster ovens.
Notice: the photos from the company picnic do not need to have sepia-tone, infrared, vignette shadows, rough film gate edges, pretend Polaroid frames, or other “effects” randomly applied to them.Thank you for your cooperation. P.S. Scrapbooking should not be your entire way of life.
There is no need to create any new versions of the following images:
Plus: 822,587,214 other types.
Just. Stop.
If you take an isometric view of a “3d” space and plop it onto a virtual plane that you then stretch backward into artificial perspective, you create a weird reverse perspective effect that gives me a headache. Ow. Do not want.
This object divided the different vegetables on my shamefully overpackaged party platter from one another. But it’s a much more important object than that would suggest. It speaks to me. It stays with me. It wants to be art. It may be already. What will I name it?…