Eyefish and Earworms

Surreal anime art from SAKANATSUKAI (meaning, if my Japanese isn’t too rusty, “using fish”??). There are two galleries, here and here.

via signalstation, who also pointed me at Cipango, with lots of great art links.

Word of the day: “ohrwurm,” literally German for “earworm,” referring to a tune or song that gets stuck in your head and won’t get out. Wonderful!


Subtractive Light

More writing:

Blue, a blue car.

Appearing as the faintest hint, a premonition, just around the corner. The light is blue, the sky is blue, the world is beautiful, idyllic. No need to see the blue car, but it’s there, at the edge of my vision, nagging at me. Then, in slow motion, almost inevitably, emerging. A sound of steel against steel, and…

this is not happening.

Read “Subtractive Light


Rembrandt’s journey


“The Three Crosses,” by Rembrandt

Another lovely exhibition at the Art Institute, this one focused on the engravings and print work of Rembrandt van Rijn. Though he’s justly known for his magnificent oil portraits, his etchings are just as wonderful and make up a significant portion of his output. Particularly affecting: The Three Crosses, of course — a vision of the crucifixion in all its grandness and mystery — but also small studies of sleeping puppies, and intimate sketches of his dying wife Saskia.

That’s not to say there weren’t oils. There were, only a few but enough. I love oil paints, because they’re process preserved — you can see every trail of the palette knife, stroke of the brush — and basking in the presence of a Rembrandt oil is something like seeing the artist at work. You just can’t get that from a poster or web gallery!

I remember thinking similar thoughts while viewing the unfinished skin of Michelangelo’s David/Apollo, also at the Art Institute. How I long to see the Pietà in Rome!




Was supposed to wait until three weeks had passed, but got scared at how high the new lawn was getting, so I rounded down and gave in. Probably a good thing, as my poor, inadequate mower complained and shuddered mightily while eating its way through it all. Ended up covered in wet grass mush ‘til clothing and skin alike were stained bright green, leaving me looking like Margaret Hamilton (what a world, what a world!). Still, what a glorious fragrance, fresh-cut grass. Makes me think summer’s coming for real*!

Oh, and first oil change!

(*apologies to those in Winnipeg)

Trying not to turn on the news anymore. Is there anything happy going on out there?


Fading like a flower

Thunder and wind left an eerie gilt-green midday twilight. Chicago can be beautiful in its chaos. I miss that.

Back home, a bad week so far, very little sleep. Two hours Monday night, three hours last — feel used up against a tide of worries.

Links I share without witty annotation because I just cannot be bothered.


Talk of the town

Update: Six Apart’s clarified (well, changed) licensing definitions somewhat, so the jury’s still out. Group blogging is still effectively dead, but ne(one)piphany’s at least back into compliance. Have thinking to do.

I’ve moved my big meditation on Movable Type 3 underneath the cut line, so it doesn’t clutter up the front page anymore.

Well, Six Apart’s announced their new licensing terms and pricing structure for Movable Type 3.0, and it looks like I may have to look around for a new CMS solution sometime on the horizon. Don’t get me wrong — I love MT and would gladly have paid $100 even if 3.0 was exactly like the version (2.6) that’s running the site now. It’s not prices that have me worried, but new license restrictions that have been put in place regarding numbers of authors and weblogs. Simply put, as my install stands, there’s no single personal-use license listed with which I would be in compliance.

I’m a tinkerer. I’ve used “blogs” in unconventional ways, both public and private, as separately presented content and integrated into my main blog. Certain ideas have failed spectacularly, others are still doing their thing (and v. usefully). Most importantly, there are enough that I keep around or find useful that I’m woefully over the blog limit of even the highest personal license. That was always a good feeling before today, because it felt like I was sharing in the spirit of innovation. Now there’s just a sinking feeling in my tummy instead.

The author limits are a different beast, more because of what I’d like to do than what I have done. For instance, I’ve always wanted the occasional guest entry. Something as simple as that is suddenly a much harder choice. As for a group blog? Not likely, though in fairness I never actually would have dared after seeing specialagency.net and dearly missed predecessor ragingwomen.org.

Ironically, it seems to me that in this “developer release” it’s the non-developer, casual blogger who’s a more likely fit for these new limits. Either that, or I’m just an odd fish.

I’ve always been a fan of 6A and MT, and I’d like so much to keep going, wedge my blog count into compliance & move into the shiny new future. Still, I’m afraid that brushing up against the license might stifle my creativity, already far too fragile. So, long term, it’s either stick it out with 2.661 or find something else to play with. For the time being, I’ll wait it out and see what happens — after all, anything could happen.

Originally I had other opinions to add on the topic, but Jason Kottke’s written some of them down more eloquently than I ever could have. And to Six Apart: you’re lovely and will always be in my heart, but maybe we’ll just have to be friends…



Out of breath

Haven’t been getting much rest lately. Seems like everything these days is a reason to stress, and I certainly can’t sleep when I’m stressed. Lots of things are falling by the wayside: cooking, cleaning, socializing… SIFF too, which started tonite — haven’t even had a chance to glance at listings yet. Worst, my muse has fled and the well of words has dried up. Feeling useless and small.

Currently attempting to drown it out with mindless sensory overload. Right now there’s an old episode of the X-Files on the teevee, in the middle of which appears to be a complex, ten minute (so far) tracking shot. Pretty sure there’s been some tricky cuts on closed doors, but it’s fun looking for them (cf. Rope).

One can only take so much X-Files, though.

Want. To. Sleep.

Changes imminent. Have already purchased the license. But can I live without the blacklist?


Tinker Tailor Web Designer


Tinker tinker tinker.

Hee. Why is it that every time I design a web site that I want to steal it back for my own?

This one came out pretty well, I think!


The spam industry

Driving west past midnight over the I-90 floating bridge, heard an recruiting ad on the radio for the Seattle Fire Department that referred to a career in the “Fire Industry.” Is it just me, or is that like calling police work the “Crime Industry?”

Only things I’ve fought lately are spam and malaise. Neither seems like a viable career track.

Watched my first SIFF film for 2004, Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s Doppelganger. Was expecting something nameless and terrifying, à la Cure… While certainly spooky at times, there was a surprising amount of humor too, culminating in an Imamura-esque absurdist romp to close. Hoped for a cameo by Kurosawa like in 2001, but no such luck. I took along my DVD of Cure just in case.

I’ve been too busy to really look at the listings, but now have a catalog in hand for easy reference. I’ll miss Donnie Darko (in NYC again this weekend), but hope to catch a healthy number of films before festival’s end.


Beignets and beacons

Another late night at work — am trying to get up to speed on new internal design tools, but availability of documentation seems as spotty as the tools themselves. Nice dinner interruption of crawfish beignets and filé gumbo at La Louisiana, so tasty! But now it’s after midnight, and small comfort.

Stayed up late the last two nights too but for a different reason. Um. How lame would I be to admit I’ve seen Return of the King twice since Tuesday’s DVD release?

But. I. Just. Can’t. Help. It.

Going now to avoid looking too geeky, but let me just say: how much must it suck to pull beacon duty?

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