bruce campbell, truth teller

16 Sep, 2008 • posts i've written • No comments

one must make things

20 Aug, 2008 • posts i've written • No comments

Since moving to NYC, I have this incredible job where me and a few brilliant friends imagine the future of the internet. This is fun. But the things we dream up take a while to build or implement and its always done by outside hands. (which is actually a good thing)

I miss making things. I even miss the flops. There’s a beautiful amnesia after each recording you cut, or canvas you finish, and there’s a lasting feeling of, well, satisfaction; true satisfaction you feel after accomplishing something. To leave something where there once was nothing is probably our most god-like ability, and we exercise it far too little.

What sparked this bout of melancholia?

The kids at Gimme! were rocking out to T.Rex

Marc Bolan always seemed to have that kind of effortless creativity, the kind that I see in flashes in my own work and I’m always striving to hold onto. Listening to T. Rex makes me think about my work, whether its music or anything else, and wish I was in the moment and the process of creation.

Speaking of Marc Bolan and T. Rex, this is a perfect opportunity to plug my former bandmates, The Blue Ribbon Glee Club in Chicago. They’re a 30+ person punk rock achapella choir that cover classic punk/glam/rock songs. It was amazing to spend every Monday night with them and I miss it terribly. We actually recorded a fair cover of the T. Rex hit above, give it a listen. And if you’re anywhere near Chicago, go see them play live. You won’t be dissapointed.

This blog is definitely part creation, but its never ending, and I really owe Stinger, the amazing artist that created the header image and monsters, to finish the full redesign. On the sunny side, I may have a brand new super secret project launching in a month or so. Details soon.

preparing my fall look

16 Aug, 2008 • posts i've written • 1 comment

I’m a New Yorker by way of Chicago, by way of Austin, by way of Houston. Which means I should be completely comfortable with the heat and humidity here in NYC during the summer. But I’m not. I’m a complainer.

I’m getting excited about the fashion opportunities fall brings, and I’m getting tired of my uniform of v-neck american apparel t’s, jeans, sneakers and my stocking cap. What can I say? I miss being a dandy.

Here are some pics I’ve been collecting for inspiration:

It’s a little romantic, a little baroque, and a lot of rock n’ roll. I think much of my money will be spent at In God We Trust across the street on Lafayette. But I need the suggestions of other New Yorkers as to where else to complete this look. Get to it! Pretty please?

back to the future, part iv

26 Jul, 2008 • posts i've written • No comments

a perception of scale

22 Jul, 2008 • posts i've written • No comments

At home, I have a computer I built in 2000 still running. I’ve only made one upgrade to the computer since I first put it together my senior year in high school; I added a second 60 gb hard drive. At the time, 60 gb was top of the line and incredibly expensive. Today I’m picking out a one terabyte external hard drive (for around the same price as that 60gb drive).

Have my needs increased? Have files themselves increased in size? We’ve certainly moved from consuming different types of media; we are transitioning from renting and buying dvds to downloading files; but even with my obsessive movie purchasing one terabyte seems like a luxury, or maybe unnecessary. I’m struck with the fact that the drive will mostly likely fail long before I ever fill it. I don’t remember feeling this way when I jumped from the 2gb drive in my previous computer to the 60gb — my music collection quickly consumed all of the available space, but maybe this is part of growing older, and with it, less revelant. Are teens filling up one terabyte drives with ease?

who looks more like the snow miser?

17 Jul, 2008 • Uncategorized • 1 comment

me and you

11 Jul, 2008 • posts i've written • No comments

New by no means, Jill Bolte Taylor discusses her massive stroke from a rare vantage point, that of a brain scientist at TED 2008. You’ve lived a wasted life if you haven’t seen this yet. Promise.

I think if I said that the space between me and you, me and everyone for that matter, is one of my most recurring consuming thoughts, I wouldn’t be alone. I’m not alone.

I’m currently reading Buying In by Rob Walker and in the book he recounts noticing that every film from his childhood was of either two themes: 1) deep down we’re all the same and 2) deep down we’re all different; he used to use that realization mostly as a quip in conversation until he started to really think about our need to feel both.

I suppose blogs are a blatant manifestation of this need. I use what consumes me to explore and crystallize thoughts that are rambling about my brain (thoughts that define me as an individual), but I also use it to try to connect with others, to feel a part of the fabric of this human web (no more ‘social’ web) in which we habit.

I think a good deal about how I can elicit a conversation between me and you here, or on twitter, facebook, in our putting room or on the street. Truth exists somewhere in the ether between you and me, and its waiting for us to find it together. I truly believe this.