Archive for February 3rd, 2010
Not a twenty, I don’t think…
Mom just swung by the office, and while I know she’ll want to kill me for posting this view of her, I have to post this, my favorite of the pictures I just shot. But here’s the thing: I’m shocked at the difference in quality between the camera I just lost, and this the backup one. The ability to handle interior light conditions is vastly different. Now given, this current camera is about four or five years old. It’s just that I can really see the difference in lens quality between it and the Lumix.
I might have to start toting around my DSLR. I’m turning into one of those photographers I always used to crack wise about.
Over on The Onion’s AV Club, I see that Calvin and Hobbes creator Bill Watterson is giving a rare interview. I may have said this before here, but I don’t really care for that strip, which provokes passionate devotion among many of my friends. Some of it is beautifully drawn, but I just never thought that the writing was much more than a few stock situations reshuffled, and I was pretty much repulsed by Calvin, who struck me as a thug in training, unredeemed by his flights of fantasy. It’s Krazy Kat, where you’re mostly being asked to root for Ignatz. But then I always hated Dennis the Menace, too. Maybe I see Calvin as exemplary of the boys that used to frighten and make me nervous as a kid: boys who delighted in smashing stuff and running around. I suppose we are meant to see him as creative, and rebellious, but I just don’t get it.
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Twenty is as does…
Why does it seem like some alarm is going off over and over?
Spent way too much time entering urls, because I got obsessed when I should have just delegated.
That was a good salad I made my way through this evening; spinach, avocado, beans, greens.
Creativity is frightening, overwhelming; the best art instruction should strive not to domesticate that information.
Frightening because it is the engine of change.
The way to handle such change is to make it habitual, to internalize and observe it daily.
That’s the way I’d do it if I were superhuman.
Here are the pleasures of comic book narrative: the continuing opening and stitching up of narrative loops; the greater distance encompassed by the stitch, the greater the pleasure.
We enjoy seeing a pattern emerge from a great distance.
It’s reassuring.
The TV tells me “The snow is already falling” and I look out of the window to see that it’s true.
Yes, the streets are dusted.
I miss snuggling with Lehigh who is being well looked after by my Mom.
In the space between lines, between sentences, between all too stolid thoughts is a challenge to what I know.
Step into that challenge.
This morning I read Toni Bentley’s review of Catherine Millet’s book Jealousy in the New York Times and while I haven’t read the book in question, I found the smirking triumphalism if the review repulsive.
It looks like I’m going to be doing a show in New Zealand, and if so I’ll be heading there to install it.
Yes, I’ll check beneath every sheep for hobbits.
And now to clear more floor space.
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