Monday, June 28

I spend a lot of time writing things by hand on paper. I am attached to this process, possibly to the point of compulsion, and short of grievous bodily injury, debilitating illness, or the dementia that will almost certainly accompany any old age I happen to attain, I'm not likely to give it up.

HOWEVER, I have lately made an observation: The majority of this writing could charitably be described as total, unalloyed crap.

This is not a judgment borne of false modesty. I have none. Few individuals possessed of the temerity required to (for example) compile and disseminate copies of their own poems can reasonably be described as modest. I am confident that I'm not fooling a single one of you. You're pretty discerning people, for the most part.

No, what now strikes me about the whole enterprise is a close relative of a well-known academic cliché:

Publish or suck.

Good writing demands a reader. Or, better, the idea of a reader demands good writing. There is a question of respect. A question of what you will make when you hope that your work will be put to use by another person, whose time and effort you are obligated not to waste.

Private writing is, I think, as inevitable as jacking off, and it shares many of the same qualities. It might keep you sane, and it might even make you a better writer, but after a while good god damn are you ever sick of closing the notebook and going to bed alone.

Thursday, June 24

So here is a web version of the devil made the dinosaur bones #1. It's not very fancy, but you can read it right now without downloading anything. You know, if you feel like it.

I'm working on #2. So far, it's about bicycles and the apocalypse, but I'm also hoping to work in some stuff about blinking lights, pretty women, and hacky sack.

Friday, June 18

That Sounds Smart:

But the larger consequence is that if you're smart the world doesn't seem very complicated. This might seem obvious, but the obvious thought is rather different. The obvious thought is: The world doesn't seem complicated to smart people. But this isn't what smart people actually think. They think the world isn't complicated, period.

There are a few possibilities here: One is that I'm not very smart. Another is that Aaron Swartz is spouting some fairly high-test bullshit.

wednesday, june 15

how much have you had

it's always hard to say
mostly you make something up

not that much
only a couple really

i'm taking it pretty easy tonight

Sunday, June 13

turning points

Isaac has been working on this for a long time, so it seems worth a mention here:

Thirty-five visionary educators were asked:

What was your schooling like? When did you realize that there is a need for an alternative approach? What have you done since to help realize that vision? What are you doing now?

Turning Points is an anthology of their responses, a peek into the lives and journeys of these pioneering individuals who have—and are—transforming what it means to be a teacher, a student, and a life-long learner.

He's also been organizing a conference with the usual suspects in attendance (John Taylor Gatto, Herb Kohl, my ex-girlfriend). The man is nothing if not industrious.

Saturday, June 12

Beer pong is a terrible idea.

You already knew that, of course. You're a responsible, self-respecting adult, and that portion of your life in which you might reasonably have expected to find yourself celebrating several straight wins by blowing chunks off the side of a stranger's porch at 1am is years (if not decades) in your past.

This is another way that you and I are not very much alike.

Thursday, June 10

tetris

Monday, June 7

moth

Sunday, June 6

Over on the little sidebar link section of Orson Scott Card's the Ornery American, I notice the following gems, among others:

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I'm going to say something to the effect of Really, Card, really? Favorable references to the fucking Family Research Council? This is how low you've fallen? This is your idea of responsible behavior on the part of a self-identified public intellectual? But what I actually wanted to draw your attention to is the markup. Even though I copied it more or less verbatim into this entry, I'm going to save you the trouble of hitting View Source. Here's what it looks like:

    <TD><FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" SIZE=1>

    <div class="list">&#0149; <A HREF="http://www.frc.org/get.cfm?i=IF04G01">OSC says:
    Don't just take my word about the state of scientific evidence on same-sex
    "marriage."</A></div>

    </FONT></TD>

Dudes. Seriously. Were the ideas just not embarrassing enough?

Saturday, June 5

the devil made the dinosaur bones #1

All right so the hell with it. I had good and honest intentions to print copies of this thing and send it to all your houses via the U.S. Snail, but it's come to me that if I don't force it out the door somehow or another I'll keep working on all the poems until they turn into complete mush.

So here is the first issue of the devil made the dinosaur bones, an aggressively unprofitable magazine (a "zine", if you will) of original poetry and other things.

The seven of you (I counted) who probably care enough to bother, be warned that there are photos and it is consequently a stupidly large (15 megabyte) PDF. I'll produce an HTML version soon.

I'm going to look at print shops this coming week; you may yet find a physical copy in your mailbox. The main thing, however, is that I'm going to start working on #2.

Tuesday, June 1

i got your audiophile-grade sound right here