The Trons practicing “Sister Robot” in the lounge before their up and coming Ignition Fringe Festival shows.
Russell Davies went and painted his Mac with blackboard paint. I’m not sure why I find this so charming. Maybe it’s just the nostalgia of writing on a blackboard? Or maybe it’s the fusing together of old and new? Either way, I like the way he thinks.
It got me thinking a little about pristine-ness and how I like to maintain it in electronics for as long as I can. But once that first little scratch happens, the dent, the dropping of the precious iPhone on a cement driveway, well then I seem to not give two shits about it anymore. Give it more hard knocks, I say. Make it rough and rugged. Make it seem like I just don’t care about how much it cost me. (uncomfortable smile, then gradual acceptance)
Actually, I’m the same way about books and magazines. Fold down the page corner of a book I’ve lent you and our friendship is on very rocky terrain. Roll the cover and we’re through. As a teen, I used to get very upset when my Dad would read my magazines – I swear he had acid in his thumbs that would just eat away at the crisp, glossy pages, and even color. Poor Dad. I’m a little less cranky about magazines these days, but I find myself more conscious of getting of over this pettiness, this reverence of possessions. It’s hard. If it’s so ingrained from childhood, how do you get past it?
So, maybe I do need to do something radical with something I own? Maybe I’ll paint a landscape on my Mac? Really kill the re-sale. Maybe I’ll even recreate “Broken Harbor” (Below. But I won’t be wearing that jumper. What can I say? It was the 80s).
I see that one of my favorite sites from last year is up for a Webby, so get your People’s Voice out and go give The Whale Hunt a vote. It’s your last chance to vote today, so get cracking! It’s a beautiful journey told through photography and a kick-ass interface. Flash with purpose. Narrative purpose.
Yay, a day of freedom! I think I might be the last person on earth to blog this. But just in case you missed it. The creepiest fly/dog thing ever.