May, 2013: 11 posts.
ArtLung Semidaily Links
In 2004 the linkblogging bug bit me.
I was inspired by Jorn Barger and Andy Baio. This predated twitter, and Facebook of course. And providing an updated list of “what’s cool” was really fun to do.
I gave up on it in 2005, and found the original del.icio.us and moved everything there. In the 8 years since I added thousands of links there.
I want to make sure I have a copy of my own links somewhere I control. I intend to make it searchable and navigable. Last night I took some time and imported all those delicious bookmarks and have revived, symbolically, “Semidaily.”
One thing I may do is integrate these links, along with archived tweets, along with anything else I can think of, into the old pages of the blog – basically integrated bookmarks, blog posts, tweets, and photos retroactively. So at any one time I can see everything I was doing in a particular month.
They used to call some of this lifeblogging, and I remember Mark Pilgrim called a combined feed of all his RSS content “the firehose” – but I think I don’t really want it as I live my life. If you want to aggregate me, go for it.
But for me, I like it more retroactively. To see what made me laugh, to see what made me smart, to see my news sources.
So there it is.
Pogo for Monday
A sweet little remix for your Monday morning. Pogo’s “SquareBob SpongeMix”:
Miscellany time
Hurrumph.
I read quite a bit. I never blog.
Revisiting the Original 1992 WIRED Media Kit by Brian Dear.
Tim Bray buys some BitCoins:
Bought some BitCoins; yes, a bit of a Sprawl-trilogy flavor.Wonder if I’ll ever see the money again? goo.gl/NlY3r
— Tim Bray (@timbray) April 10, 2013
Susan made incredible Paleo deviled eggs:
Paleo- style deviled eggs in authentic Red Wing dish, ready for tonight’s #MadMen dinner with @leahpeah and @artlung twitter.com/twocitygirl/st…
— susan myrland (@twocitygirl) April 7, 2013
Blink is a big development in browser rendering engines. Forks in open source are always news. More from PPK about it.
And lastly, here’s me and my mother-in-law, obscured by flowers. Taken by @leahpeah
Interview about Bradley Manning; New Header
Pay attention to this:
Interview of Alexa O’Brien @carwinb by @theharryshearer on Le Show is riveting on the Bradley Manning Trial. Listen @ kcrw.com/etc/programs/ls
— Joe Crawford (@artlung) May 6, 2013
Additionally, I made a new header. First header I’ve made since 2011.
Choose a Gift for Phyllis
This time of year is hard.
Clicking through gets me to a grid of easily purchased items under the headline: “Choose a Gift for Phyllis.”
Social media, Facebook, knows who my mother is. It’s smart enough to know that. And in spite of the fact that she died in October, 2010, I can’t bear, yet, to initiate the process of disabling her Facebook account. I know a few other dead people with Facebook accounts, and people occasionally “visit” and leave messages. These messages inspire me. They give me pause. I find them ridiculous. I find them moving. They’re what the word “bittersweet” was made for.
My Mom would have been 67 yesterday. And Sunday will be another Mother’s Day on which I think about her and am not able to give her a corporeal gift. No Starbucks card. No flowers. No mug with a funny message.
Instead what I have to offer is intangible. I choose “whimsy.”
For the last few months I’ve been trying to live my life differently. I am trying to embrace whimsy as a life philosophy. In any particular instance, what is the whimsical thing? What’s more fun? What’s more surprising? What’s going to delight someone?
At work many months back — maybe a year ago now — I started “thought-leadering” the word “delight” as something we should be trying to inspire in our customers. It’s a value that seems silly. “Delight” is a silly word. I read about delight as a value in writings on UX. But I think it’s my Mom, and her silly and fun nature, that set me up to think of delight and whimsy as things worth moving toward–in work and in day-to-day life.
5:55 by Charlotte Gainsbourg
a cinq cinquante-cinq
awake with open eyes
adrift upon the night
and miles away from land
five fifty-five
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a cinq cinquante-cinq
ante meridiem
too late to end it now
too early to start again
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soon the morning will arrive
can i begin another day?
whilst this old day is still alive
refusing to be put away
five fifty five (no sleep tonight)
five fifty five
like a beast awaits its fate
laid here with time to kill
the very dead of night
where time and space stand still
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five fifty five (no sleep tonight)
five fifty five
a cinq cinquante-cinq
nothing will ever change
on the altar of my thought
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