So, I'm walking with Saty to get our afternoon coffee and talk like we do most every day between three and four. I have my camera and I'm snapping this and snapping that and I blurt out, "Fuck! I hate art!"
Saty says, "You do so much constantly, you should probably take a break." I know what he's saying; new perspectives and fresh palate and such.
I further explain, "It's not that I'm burned out or bored or frustrated. I just love some of the stuff I've seen lately and hate the mess I'm creating right now."
He says, "I know what you mean. For me it comes in waves. I intensely do stuff for a month then take several months off. I'm always afraid that I'm all dried up though."
"I know! That's totally my biggest fear," I declare. "I can't stop though. I take my pictures and I'm working on this recording project..."
"You should do something different," Saty suggests. "Maybe take a class." A class, I think. Fuck that. I don't really want to take a class. "Oh, I see. I should take a writing class. Force myself to do something different."
"Yeah! That's it!" Saty suggests, as an exercise, that I write two pages a day -- force myself to write two pages a day -- for seven straight days. Fiction. Do it!
Wow. That's hard core. I like the challenge, but I'm not ready.
Yet.
Tuesday
Barry Bonds
You know how much I just LOVE Mr. Barry Bonds, right? I hope he freaks up and hits a hundred dingers this year. That, my friends, would be a STATEMENT!
But, and think about this, if I were an opposing pitcher, I'd only throw at his head. That would be ballsy. No strikes, no balls, just bean. Kick me out, suspend me, but I'm only throwing to kill.
Funny, huh?
But, and think about this, if I were an opposing pitcher, I'd only throw at his head. That would be ballsy. No strikes, no balls, just bean. Kick me out, suspend me, but I'm only throwing to kill.
Funny, huh?
Monday
Real Age?
You want to sell me the "My RealAge Plan?" Whatever. I should be selling you MY plan, seems I've done something right according to your calculations.
I love the interwebs. According to the internests, I have a 150 IQ too.
What did we do before the compuwebnets? Maybe it'll tell me that some African guy's gonna send me $8 million to use my bank account.
What's Lame
Lame is when a website updates it's look, you know, you call it up one day (usually a Monday) and it's different. Usually, more more boring, less easy to read, and everything is in the wrong place (usually because of some committee decisions).
Sure, that's all lame, but what's much lamer is when the sites produce an article about the new look. "About our redesign" or "Our New Look!" Who fucking cares? Blah-blah-blah about typefaces that are easier to read, and how they put this feature here instead of there. That's just LAME!
Anyway, Village Voice (and I'm not gonna link it - fuck off!), updated their look or whatever and you know what, not a self-referential word! Goddamn, that's not lame.
Sure, that's all lame, but what's much lamer is when the sites produce an article about the new look. "About our redesign" or "Our New Look!" Who fucking cares? Blah-blah-blah about typefaces that are easier to read, and how they put this feature here instead of there. That's just LAME!
Anyway, Village Voice (and I'm not gonna link it - fuck off!), updated their look or whatever and you know what, not a self-referential word! Goddamn, that's not lame.
Sunday
Saturday
Friday
Like Castro
I swear, waiting for Al Davis to die is like waiting for Castro to die. They are both like cockroaches. Cheney too. Maybe he's a r-r-r-robot.Go Comcast Raiders!
Thursday
Process v. Product
"If you divide the world up into process and product albums, I think it explains a lot about my tastes."
- rpWalk, 012507
- rpWalk, 012507
Wednesday
Guest Post
Here's another thing I've been thinking about.
There's a society (imaginary) where the people happily buy and wear shiny golden shackles and collars. They can't get enough of them. The Ruler realized he could control the population with their blessing by letting them put themselves in bondage. In fact, he was in bondage too.
We are heading in that same direction. Here is the future as I see it:
At birth each child is issued an URL, this could be in addition to or an extension of the social security number.
All internet use will be traced through this URL (this unique identifier). You can sign-up for a free Gmail account (the “G” is for government), for example, but you must give your URL as a reference.
All internet transactions will be recorded in each person's personal storage area (perma-cookies). The amount of storage area a person takes up will be a measuring stick of some kind, the more experience you have (or the more affluent you are), the bigger your allocation, or something).
Since everything will be done through the internet, your life will be almost completely recorded. What you read, watch, buy, etc. Your likes, dislikes, and fetishes.
Peoples "Electronic Living Space" will occasionally be hacked.
Eventually, many, many years from now, there will be no need to hack this "private" info because it won't be private anymore. Want to see what Ty is reading today, just look it up. The idea of keeping your life private will seem strange and primitive. "What do you have to hide? What are you doing wrong if you need privacy? Why don't you want me to know what you are doing?" The way things are now will seem to these future people they way the "Wild West" seems to us.
We can appreciate the freedom people back then had, but are happy things are a bit more controlled now. We wouldn’t trade our access or ease of life.
No one is walking around with six-shooters and there is some law and order. To them it will be like "what do you mean you could do things without anyone knowing? What do you mean you could go somewhere secretly? What a strange and chaotic time that must have been."
This thing that we feel gives us anonymity and freedom is really the golden shackles we are all clamoring to get, putting ourselves, of our own free will, closer to the ultimate control we all so much hate and love.
There's a society (imaginary) where the people happily buy and wear shiny golden shackles and collars. They can't get enough of them. The Ruler realized he could control the population with their blessing by letting them put themselves in bondage. In fact, he was in bondage too.
We are heading in that same direction. Here is the future as I see it:
At birth each child is issued an URL, this could be in addition to or an extension of the social security number.
All internet use will be traced through this URL (this unique identifier). You can sign-up for a free Gmail account (the “G” is for government), for example, but you must give your URL as a reference.
All internet transactions will be recorded in each person's personal storage area (perma-cookies). The amount of storage area a person takes up will be a measuring stick of some kind, the more experience you have (or the more affluent you are), the bigger your allocation, or something).
Since everything will be done through the internet, your life will be almost completely recorded. What you read, watch, buy, etc. Your likes, dislikes, and fetishes.
Peoples "Electronic Living Space" will occasionally be hacked.
Eventually, many, many years from now, there will be no need to hack this "private" info because it won't be private anymore. Want to see what Ty is reading today, just look it up. The idea of keeping your life private will seem strange and primitive. "What do you have to hide? What are you doing wrong if you need privacy? Why don't you want me to know what you are doing?" The way things are now will seem to these future people they way the "Wild West" seems to us.
We can appreciate the freedom people back then had, but are happy things are a bit more controlled now. We wouldn’t trade our access or ease of life.
No one is walking around with six-shooters and there is some law and order. To them it will be like "what do you mean you could do things without anyone knowing? What do you mean you could go somewhere secretly? What a strange and chaotic time that must have been."
This thing that we feel gives us anonymity and freedom is really the golden shackles we are all clamoring to get, putting ourselves, of our own free will, closer to the ultimate control we all so much hate and love.
Ask Ty…January 24
Q: So, do you always have a camera with you or what? And, what's the deal with the supposed new album?Laura, Durham, North Carolina
Ty: Laura, good question and an even better observation. Yes, I do always have a camera with me. You just never know when you have to - just need to - take a picture up your own nose, right?
And, the album...yes. In progress. No boasting, no bragging, no blogging about it. Just know, it's actually in progress. It's in progress (if you say it enough, but it is).
I'll let you know when it's done. That's all. So far I think it'll sound something like KC and the Sunshine Band meets Lynyrd Skynyrd on an alligator farm post-jet crash kinda DYI Chris Martin-y Deerhoof thing.
You know, more of the same.
Just a guess. - Ty
Why, John, Why?
"Because my wee-nah is this big."Kerry Bows Out of 2008 Race for Presidency
Oh thank gawd. And, send my money back!
Tuesday
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