Muse
This interminable restlessness, this subjugation of will to a game of chicken, extends into abject failure. The game no longer achieves honor, no longer demonstrates an untemperable spirit. Rather, the player plays its role conspicuously as a masked coward, so obviously pained to bear out a strength it can’t muster, though the audience [...]
I’m rather depressed these days. It’s been years since anything I’ve done has turned out successfully — with a few rare exceptions — and I’m falling into the thing which afflicted you a couple of years ago — a failure of the will, shall we say. My ambitions seem far beyond my talents, and light-years [...]
The Other Time Bandits
I whore my attention out to any enterprise no matter how dull its flash or shallow its mapping to what I consider my core interests. I have considered this at excruciating and ironically protracted length, and hypothesized enough ways that I suck to fill, like, a big thing where you’d all, [...]
The Pathfinders
Of all the memes wriggling across The One True Web (that social network that includes and exceeds the digital), I suggest that the greatest compels some to describe helpful normative domains, and compels others to seek such out.
I’m afraid to write. I’m afraid to sketch. I’m afraid to math. Sometimes, I’m afraid to put on a shirt.
This isn’t a story about neurosis. This isn’t about *phobia. This is a story about how it’s wrong to want to be right. That I’m concerned about cliché is only [...]
This is why designers are craftspeople, are artisans, are necessary (despite this being weak evidence).
I have been sitting at my computer for roughly six hours trying to work through, in parallel:
an Inkscape comp of a site design, including creating a vaguely floral centerpiece;
looking for this one particular vector file from iStockphoto that I bought, but [...]
The Time-independent World Order
I recently read two pieces a synthesis of which might be interpreted to say that all we can hope for in life is to concoct an artifice which distracts us from the impending and concurrent oblivion of purposelessness which would otherwise crush us. This is not idle nihilistic navel gazing, though [...]
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