I’m far too worn out from the past two days of amazing weekendness to possibly write a retrospective. Happenstance and serendipity dominated the last two days, which is really the most you can hope for out of life.
Sundry
Remnants of Puerto Rico
“I see,” you said, “We are the sun, we are the moon, we are the streetlight and we are the rain. We are the earth and we are the clouds and we are nothing and we are everything and we are the dark and we are the light. We are each other and all we have is now.”
The Flow of the Water
Puerto Rico is an amazing place. This was a swimming hole just down from where we were staying, on the border of the El Yunque rainforest. Birds would occasionally dive in from the branches above, snagging fish and crayfish. Several times I spooked basking iguanas, who in their retreat would quickly get distracted by scurrying insects. I could only assume they were delicious to warrant such errant distraction.
For the full effect, you should listen to the recording I made of the water flowing when viewing these photos. There’s a certain zen to the sound of water over rock, outside of the context of those hoaky CDs one finds in Target.
Play the Next Track
My frequent artistic collaborator, Adam Morse, and I have finally launched a project we’ve been cooking up for some time now. Play the Next Track is a back-and-forth collaborative creation of digital pieces based on a particular song. We’ll be updating it with a new chapter on the tenth, twentieth, and thirtieth of every month.
Potty Mouth
There’s something that has recently started bothering me: When one so eloquently says “I have to take a crap.“, they aren’t taking anything. It’s actually quite the opposite; they are giving something. Even if one were to treat “crap” as a verb rather than a noun (such the dual syntax of “run”), it would be said “I have to go for a crap.”
Now, if one were to speak quite literally – “I have to go give a crap.” – the meaning changes altogether. Because “giving a crap” isn’t actually depositing waste matter in the toilet, but rather caring about a certain topic or issue.
The english language is silly sometimes.
Battles afar
I just caught an unhealthy bit of “Star Wars: The Phantom Menace” on television and, surprisingly, the final battle brought up some introspection on the nature of intelligent life. Here we are on our planet waging war after war rather consistently since the inception of civilization – I wonder if elsewhere, in galaxies far, far away, alien nations are busying themselves with killing each other?
Is it the nature of intelligent life to slowly destroy itself?
Jaywalking is NOT a Victimless Crime
I fought the law and the law won.
I just wish it was for something cooler than jaywalking.
Bumper Sticker Idea
I have a serious, somewhat hostile problem with individuals (read: Americans) who own more than one car.
Notes from the Meeting
As anyone who has spent more than a human hour in a corporation should know, is is possibly the most mind-numbing environment on the planet. The fact that humanity spends years of their life inside these sunless entities in astounding, and should probably be looked into by NASA or some behavioral institute.
Fig A: An Annotated Guide to Counter-Productivity
My meetings usually consist of me bringing a sheet of paper and a pen so that I look like I’m interested what they have to tell me. Unfortunately, the result is the exact opposite, as I then spend the next hour listlessly doodling. First in the margins, so as to leave room for the notes that are sure to come. Then, when I realize that it is but a vain attempt, the drawings invade the center territories of the sheet.
Hope Wears a Mustache
And this, my friends, is why the Mustache needs to be reintroduced into American politics. Because who wants to fuck with that?