RT @neilhimself: A hope that is reciprocated at this end. RT @AlexMissett: What does one say to @neilhimself ? Mainly one hopes to not vomit.
All the way from across the pond. I have to say it was worth every penny and it arrived in a most miraculous sort of packaging and sooner than expected. I hadn’t even given anyone a heads up that it was going to arrive because I didn’t expect it to even be on the horizon until tomorrow!
Brilliant packaging – inside a bubble-wrap sort of envelope but inside that: a plastic food-type container itself containing a bubble-wrapped jewelry box with a bit of paper and bubble-wrapped item inside a plastic zip bag. No way anything was happening to that! Many thanks John from the UK for the wonderful Ebay experience and beautiful pin.
Color is the most relative medium in art. – Josef Albers
Spent a few minutes this morning reading about a new 50th Anniversary edition of his book (and, of course, the obligatory interactive iPad app). I’m pretty sure I know where my copy of Interaction with Color is on the shelf. Maybe it’s time for a re-read.
More info via Yale University Press here.
But it’s a mistake, he added, to think of writing programs in terms that are “too narrowly careerist. . . . Even for those thousands of young people who don’t get something out there, the process is still a noble one — the process of trying to say something, of working through craft issues and the worldview issues and the ego issues — all of this is character-building, and, God forbid, everything we do should have concrete career results. I’ve seen time and time again the way that the process of trying to say something dignifies and improves a person.”
George Saunders in the NYTimes Magazine “George Saunders Has Written the Best Book You’ll Read This Year“. And here he is in his Syracuse University 2013 Commencement Address:
Because kindness, it turns out, is hard – it starts out all rainbows and puppy dogs, and expands to include…well, everything.
One thing in our favor: some of this “becoming kinder” happens naturally, with age. It might be a simple matter of attrition: as we get older, we come to see how useless it is to be selfish – how illogical, really. We come to love other people and are thereby counter-instructed in our own centrality. We get our butts kicked by real life, and people come to our defense, and help us, and we learn that we’re not separate, and don’t want to be. We see people near and dear to us dropping away, and are gradually convinced that maybe we too will drop away (someday, a long time from now). Most people, as they age, become less selfish and more loving. I think this is true. The great Syracuse poet, Hayden Carruth, said, in a poem written near the end of his life, that he was “mostly Love, now.”
The best way to predict the future is to create it.
