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.
Today is the very last day of March, as I realized earlier this morning, which means that today is my very last chance to sustain my streak of posting at least once each month since May of 2007. Of course, I began 2008 as ambitiously as ever, with even loftier goals for myself, hoping to post to either one of my blogs at least once each day, but that quickly faded. So what happened? In a word, life. In another, love.
After so many years of living almost exclusively in my head — long and lonely commutes, brutal brain-draining work, and little time in between to barely breathe let alone heal — my wife and I gave birth to Sawyer, our bouncing baby boy. Abby was so in tune with her body and our baby during the pregnancy that even I was able to move into my own. It was a time to be, not think, and it worked wonders for me. I have never felt so alive.
Naturally, blogging has taken a backseat here — those first two months are killer — while I do occasionally post on Sawyer’s blog, I have hardly been standing still. I continue to work with this notion of doing from the being place, not the thinking place, and have begun to see an incredible shift in my life. Surprisingly, my dreams and aspirations haven’t changed, but my approach to them has, and now the idea of dwelling in and writing more about a “world of me” now seems wholly uninteresting, even to me!
Long story short, this post marks a turning point, not the first and certainly not the last, but definitely a sea change. What was once a blog all about me will soon become less declarative and more inclusive. I may be the beginning, but the story will no longer end with me — I want to open doors not shut them with my old “here’s how I see it and you should too” attitude.
In that spirit, I would like to close with an excellent new track from Beckett and Taylor, one of whom I have written about before, called “World of Me” — it truly is the perfect bridge between these two worlds:
Come play with me. The more I think about it, that might just be my new tagline…
Watch this brilliant ‘videologblog’ from The Colbert Report writers:
As you might expect, it effortlessly and effectively mocks the absurd claims of the Alliance of Motion Pictures and Television Producers — which is of course a thinly veiled front for the Big Media corporations like ABC, CBS, NBC, FOX / News Corporation, Time Warner, Sony, MGM, and Time Warner, among others — and their demand that writers give up all rights and residuals for works presented online.
And don’t miss this one from The Daily Show writers:
Writers, represented by the Writers Guild of America, are simply asking to be compensated when their work is shown online (supported by advertising) or sold by the download, but Big Media has the audacity to assert that there is no additional revenue created by either one. Meanwhile, Viacom brags to Wall Street that their online businesses bring in $500,000,000 per year as it continues to pursue a $1,000,000,000 lawsuit against YouTube. Do they really think we aren’t paying attention? Or worse, that we don’t care?
Clearly, if these clips are any indication, writers can and will get along just fine without their employers. In fact, it becomes much more likely that some of them will build an audience outside of the Big Media confines, especially with those of us who sympathize with their cause, likely the very same audience of the shows Big Media pushed off the air.
And of course, I love to see my generation turn our talents loose on such ridiculously wealthy and needlessly evil incumbents. We are far more powerful than either side realizes, and these tests only make us stronger.
Speaking of which, for my next post: why I am cancelling my Facebook account and you should too — hint: Facebook is even more evil than Big Media (and that’s not even half of it).
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.
