“Four winters have passed in the Lair of the Minotaur. Mountainous riffs, pounding. Emerging from the caustic burrows of vast caves by the great lake in the mid-western plains. Choosing a path of crushing annihilation, under the sign of the Southern Lord. Ancient war cries spit forth with a sharp tongue. Heralding CARNAGE, and then […]

so far, so good.
update: 48 hours. spirits high.
update II: 72 hours. hittin’ hard, no obvious signs of fatigue.
update III: 96 hours. feeling small ‘n’ cozy.
final update: one week complete. whatevs. not a big deal.

Tony Figueroa aka Maskedwrestlerzero on Hugh MacLeod’s Sex & Cash:

I thought I was utterly alone in my struggles and then I find your thoughts Hugh. I work as a janitor for the government (cash) and I’m a single dad of a 13 year old boy. I write and draw my own comic book. I have […]

Zingerman’s sandwich or “Smallest, Coolest Apartment” contest winner?

Sara’s “Cheesy Retro”
Giuseppe’s Fantastic Illusion
Jenny’s Fix
Oswald’s Mile High
Jack’s Think Big
Wayne’s Inheritance
Melissa’s Pocket Magic
Olya and Tim’s Victorian Basement
Diana’s Different Drummer
Eric’s “Porta-mato-licious”
Tim’s Overlapping Spheres
Debbie’s Baby Grand
Casey’s San Francisco Simplicity
Lila and Izzie’s Skokie Skidoo
Meg’s Everything In One

Apartments: 1, 2, 5, 7, 8, 11, 12, 13, 15
Sandwiches: 3, 4, 6, 9, […]

you might as well get used to it. :-)
(right click and save-link-as for desktop wallpaper - set your desktop to black and choose Center for that fullscreen VT220 effect)

expansion on last night’s twitter:
that feeling late at night of finishing the thing that’s due in the morning. before delerium, next to peace, with the walls only slightly moving.
it’s the critique feeling, the point the night before where your project starts sucking less than not sucking, and dread flips to anticipation for being able to […]

my watch-phrase used to be “The New Openness”; something Trevor Goodchild said once on an old animated episode of Æon Flvx, that sparked a fire in my gut around the fearlessness and power that stemmed from revealing everything (or at least more than people expected). As a kid, I was quite secretive about my ideas […]

What an amazing life
to one day wake up;
the scorching sun on your face,
completely rested,
a tree swaying outside your window,
and a book beside your bed,
itself carefully chosen for its cover
to remind you,
upon waking,
of the exact spot you left off in your most current problem the night before.
A problem […]

( found on flickr )

Richard Florida’s Rise of the Creative Class blog syndicated a post I wrote about “Work and the Amniotic Bubble”, called “Why I Left“.

How very flattering! They get it. :-)