And i couldn’t be happier about that fact. Here’s Sawyer demonstrating his uncanny ability to take over the much desired middle of the bed:
Note the pillow barricades. While merely preventative when sleeping, they were once sufficient to contain him when awake, now they’re nothing more than minor impediments to his progress. He’s growing up so fast.
Though the demands on my time and efforts at work are rapidly increasing, and happily so, there’s nothing I love more than coming home to find my wife and son eagerly awaiting my return. In fact, I can’t think of any other way I’d rather finish my day, and the joy of that moment brings new life to me no matter how tired I might be.
Now if only we could get him to sleep through the night again!
That’s how I feel about tankt right now.
Too many other more enticing ideas on my mind:
· I wanna see who. (Not really sure how.)
· Building and simultaneously demolishing grids.
· User vs. Designer vs. Developer. And the astonishing difference in my expectations depending on my current position.
· Apathy, decency, and subtlety. Fuck ‘em.
· The future. It’s about time.
· Too many tees. (They’re a walking banner ad.)
· You say you want a revolution. Get up. Stand up. Save your own damn self. Take the time to think.
· Is it feathers on a bird or lotsa different chickens?
· Machines for living.
· Embrace the glitch.
· Fragments. Bridges. Limited editions. 10” wax presses. Social mixes. Unconventional remixes. Oh, and a Truitt / Brown collaboration known as TruBro. Is that offensive?
· Outside.in in Brooklyn. Warp Records in London. Family in Ohio. Three in San Francisco.
And,
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
- Steve Jobs
What was once and always ‘all in my head’ is now ready to see the light of day. Like branches on a tree, some will thrive, while others whither and die. It matters not which is which, merely that they exist.
The rich tapestry of life seems especially so these days. After several years of deep and difficult introspection, I feel whole again, and stronger than ever. I am loved and loving more than I ever thought possible. I (really, we) feed and sustain me.
I am grateful for my lot in life, truly blessed, and finally prepared to share it with the world, not for gain or glory, but for the chance to make new connections, gain new experiences, and maybe just get a little closer to a deeper understanding of the world.
As always, more soon.
Yes, I posed him that way, and no it wasn’t easy, and no I certainly don’t expect that Woggy Wigglebutt will be either, but I do know that the fun has just begun!
Until recently, I had a sense that everything would just fall into place with him, that while he wouldn’t necessarily bend to my will, he would intuitively know where I wanted him to be. I can’t think of anything more foolish now. Or more preposterous.
My role as his father is to provide a balance of space and support, so that he can be himself in the moment and become a man over time — without undue interference, but not without the intimacy of my experience. It’s my greatest challenge to date, but also an incredible opportunity to put in place so many of the lessons I have learned in my 34 years on earth.
I am humbled by the beauty and serenity of birth, and awed by the strength of my beautifully balanced wife, Abby. I knew from the moment we met that we would make adorable babies together, and while it hasn’t always been easy, this is most definitely both where I belong and where I always have longed to be. I am very fortunate to have such wonderful and powerful alignment in my life.
Yes, my life has been hectic as of late, as I am often fond of saying, but it is so unbelievably full of excitement and great expectations. I will soon be able to hold my child in my arms, and watch him discover his world and himself for the very first time. I can’t wait to share it all with you, and even him when he gets old enough.
As always, more soon. Please understand if updates are few and far between for the next few weeks.
I have much to do, though perhaps it’s better said there’s much I would rather do, but I have been absolutely consumed with bloxorz. Honestly, I knew I was screwed from the moment I read Jason’s short “Oh, so you like the addictive games, eh?” intro. Even though I saw the link over lunch, I somehow waited until tonight to play — how’s that for willpower, not normally my strongest suit! I am already up to level 17 too, and chances are I will be up most of tonight trying to finish all 33. I truly should have waited for the weekend…
On a related note, I have always wanted to link to another fiendishly clever blend of art and technology at albinoblacksheep: the end of the world.
It seems somewhat unfair to find joy in such silly diversions, with all the chaos and upheaval in the world. In many ways this is by design, we are constantly lulled to sleep by idle pursuits like seven straight hours of Monday Night Football (both of my teams won too) and 14 hours of college football on Saturday (poor Michigan and Notre Dame, it breaks my Buckeye heart to see them suffer). That’s all well and good, but the simple fact of the matter is that life as we know it is fundamentally changing, and not necessarily for the better…
I wholeheartedly believe that art and technology, when focused and directed and sustained, can truly change the way we relate to the world around us. If nothing else, I hope I can at least awaken our collective inner rebel, the voice that doesn’t blindly accept the world as is. We are much more powerful than we realize, but only if we awake from our collective slumber (or stupor), embrace our long-dormant imagination, and exercise our sense of humor and good will.
I believe it can be done. And I think I have a pretty good idea of how to do it too. Now if only I can stop playing bloxorz long enough to get it started…
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Some design wisdom from Milton Glaser:
Last year someone gave me a charming book by Roger Rosenblatt called ‘Ageing Gracefully’. I got it on my birthday. I did not appreciate the title at the time but it contains a series of rules for ageing gracefully. The first rule is the best. Rule number one is that ‘it doesn’t matter.’ ‘It doesn’t matter what you think. Follow this rule and it will add decades to your life. It does not matter if you are late or early, if you are here or there, if you said it or didn’t say it, if you are clever or if you were stupid. If you were having a bad hair day or a no hair day or if your boss looks at you cockeyed or your boyfriend or girlfriend looks at you cockeyed, if you are cockeyed. If you don’t get that promotion or prize or house or if you do - it doesn’t matter.’ Wisdom at last.
A week or two later I read a joke that I haven’t been able to get out of my head. A butcher was opening his market one morning and as he did a rabbit popped his head through the door. The butcher was surprised when the rabbit inquired ‘Got any cabbage?’ The butcher said ‘This is a meat market - we sell meat, not vegetables.’ The rabbit hopped off. The next day the butcher is opening the shop and sure enough the rabbit pops his head round and says ‘You got any cabbage?’ The butcher now irritated says ‘Listen you little rodent I told you yesterday we sell meat, we do not sell vegetables and the next time you come here I am going to grab you by the throat and nail those floppy ears to the floor.’ The rabbit disappeared hastily and nothing happened for a week. Then one morning the rabbit popped his head around the corner and said ‘Got any nails?’ The butcher said ‘No.’ The rabbit said ‘OK. Got any cabbage?’
Lifted in its entirety from Monoscope, just as it was originally copied from davidthedesigner. I just had to pass it along, and didn’t want to lose anything in the process.
