Playing with dithering.
Another dithering experiment, along with my fascination with corners of ignored industrial space.
Unexpected Trek
I've been excavating old writings. This is the oldest one I'm willing to share at this point. Flash fiction that made it into my college literary journal Font circa 2006. Confirms my fascination with ignored spaces.
Every day after school, Danny Fitzwilliam would ride his bike home. He could have taken the bus, but he liked riding his bike because it made him feel connected to the journey. No grimy, impersonal windows to get between him and the outdoors; just the pure pleasure of being part of the world. Danny liked to watch the muggy suburban landscape pass him by. He liked to watch the different objects that made up suburbia, noticing the intricacies of each one; hedges, telephone poles, pinwheels, evenly spaced trees, sparkling clean sedans, flowerbeds, and mailboxes. Danny didn’t like mailboxes, and every time he saw one he would say, “Check,” to keep it at bay. Mailboxes could be vicious creatures, and you could never be too careful around them.
Danny liked to play ball, but he had no one to play with. One day after school, as Danny was walking down Oak Street, bouncing his big red ball in front of him, he happened upon a scrawny tabby cat, which meowed piteously. Grateful for a playmate, Danny threw the ball at the cat. The cat scampered away with a yowl.
The previous day, while Danny was riding his bike, he forgot to say, “check” to a mailbox, and it went postal and killed him. Afterwards, the previous paragraph never happened.
I am a creative. I am too busy making the next thing to spend too much time deeply considering that almost nothing I make will come anywhere near the greatness I comically aspire to.
I relate. From I am a creative over on A List Apart.
Good to be wary of advice that sounds too much like a self pep talk.
An especially poignant title text from xkcd's Relationship Advice comic.
When some people say, “there’s nothing new under the sun,” they mean, “pure originality is a myth; isn’t it wonderful to be in this continuum of human thought?”
When other people say it, they mean, “I’m a hack.”
I don't know how it happened, but I need everyone to know that my cousin and I are the coolest motherfuckers in the world right now.
You ever feel a sense of obligation looking at your podcast backlog? And they're all comedy podcasts? "I am duty bound to listen to nonsense!"
Taking a short bus ride into a short walk to pick up my city boy coffee on a warm day right here in Astoria. ☕️
My colleagues made me aware of lumpers versus splitters, which might be the ultimate meta-taxonomy.
The same words tell different ideas
Different ideas tell the same words
Words tell the same ideas different
Ideas tell words the different same
Different ideas tell tell different
Same same different ideas
Same same different same
Words words tell words
What’s that got to do with it
A humble, thoughtful, and in-depth analysis of algorithms and their use and misuse from a former Spotify engineer.
I’m very glad I’m not thirteen anymore, because I did improv practice then played Magic instead of watching the Super Bowl, and that would have gotten my ass kicked. 😎