Well, I bought the lamp figuring that I could return it for refund if it didn't work out. *Grinds teeth* It's so almost just right. Problem is that it only has a 25-watt bulb, and on close inspection, it's cheaply made. Haven't decided what to do yet.
Preoccupied. Upset. Had a series of arguments on Tuesday that have me all tangled up in the head, trying to figure out if there's anything that can be done. Maybe the differences have grown too great. I'm willing to accomodate, though, if I can keep at least a low-level connect. Very difficult: it's all about form and awareness -- content is only a vehicle.
[Could you be a little more cryptic?]
Art, art, art. Made a techno-remix of the "Boy in Blue" sound clip, and my own one-minute edit of the filmmakers project. Wrote two poems during the past two days, which I'm fairly pleased with. Getting excited to play some more with Lightwave -- make some more Lovecraft critters.
Have a ridiculously cool idea brewing around ensemble creative process. I mean to apply it to YL, and perhaps to the HPL project that I didn't manage to finish last year:
1. Each person starts with the same selection of elements to work with.
2. There is a limiting factor: amount of time to complete, length, wordcount, etc.
3. Each person directs to completion their own product.
4. It's OK to steal from each other.
The incentive: When you get to see a bunch of people's takes on the same subject, you can make better decisions about your own piece. You may not feel invested in the initial topic -- but you can walk away with a product that you're proud of, nonetheless.
The copyright issue: Seems to me that even if you plagiarize outright from someone in the group, you should be able to put your "by Me" line at the top -- so long as there's a paragraph at the bottom that explains that the work emerged from an ensemble process, involving the following list of participants, and that any works they publish that have the same bits in them are not to be considered copyright infringements. [Sort of like one of those Creative Commons licenses, but "derivatives" being authorized for only a specific list of persons.]
This could be an excellent project to initiate on youthlib.com, or perhaps on the YouthRightsLeaders list.
With regards to the HPL project, I'm thinking that if I made my elements available to the filmmakers group, they could each create something... And when I made my own final version, it would be unique -- but better for having been informed by other people's creations. [G commented that this sounds a lot like the "artistic response" process that she employs in Artist's Way.]
House cleaning is nominally what I should be doing. Have only done a little this week. Feh. But I've got decent excuses: the aftermath of Tuesday tying up brainspace, and having made some art. Art should, more or less, always trump.
Made fondue for G last night -- her first ever! Fondue is special to me from my family: my parents had it on their first date, and it we frequently had it on special occasions (though not only on special occasions).
Also finally watched the movie "Svengali", which my bro gave me for a birthday quite some time ago. Glad to see it, but was nodding off a bit. Feel like I need to go back and rewatch the second half -- cuz what was that ending about??
Thanks to G! I can now fileshare between the Workhorse and Confessor! [And if I had an airport extreme, she says, I could print from the laptop without having to turn on noisy Planet Camino...]
It's been interesting to find out who reads this blog based on who's commented on the entry saying that G & I are thinking about moving in together. ...I seem to be flirting with what G calls an "open source life". Here's the original essay that she got the concept from:
"Open-Source/Open-Life
There is a way of developing software called open-source. At it's core is a philosophy that the very best software only comes from many minds and hands working on it. When you keep things closed off they aren't tested or used as rigorously and consequently you end up with an inbred half-wit of a program. I have to say that I wondered about parallels in my own life. I'd kept secrets from people. I thought secrets gave you power even. I lived my life in a closed way. Then I applied for a job with the government that entailed getting a security clearance. I didn't get the clearance and I was baffled as to why, angry even. I wrote and requested all the documentation they had on me using the Freedom of Information Act. I got back 100+ page book on me. I read the interviews they conducted with past and current friends. I read notes from psychologists. It was fascinating. People were honest with strangers about me and said things they had never said to me. Some of them made up things and thought they were being honest. All in all though I got back a painfully candid view of myself, warts and all as they say. I was forced to acknowledge dark and unpleasant facts about myself. It changed me. Then a few months later it really started to dawn on me that the secrets you keep about yourself own you, you don't own them. All those secrets just hold you back and make you anxious someone will find them and hold them against you. What an absurd way to live. That has made me see the Internet as some sort of self-improvement tool. Oh sure, nobody will probably read this, just as nobody was willing to read the clearance documents about me. But I will have purged those secrets from myself and I will live my life in the open and honest way that I have to."
Preoccupied. Upset. Had a series of arguments on Tuesday that have me all tangled up in the head, trying to figure out if there's anything that can be done. Maybe the differences have grown too great. I'm willing to accomodate, though, if I can keep at least a low-level connect. Very difficult: it's all about form and awareness -- content is only a vehicle.
[Could you be a little more cryptic?]
Art, art, art. Made a techno-remix of the "Boy in Blue" sound clip, and my own one-minute edit of the filmmakers project. Wrote two poems during the past two days, which I'm fairly pleased with. Getting excited to play some more with Lightwave -- make some more Lovecraft critters.
Have a ridiculously cool idea brewing around ensemble creative process. I mean to apply it to YL, and perhaps to the HPL project that I didn't manage to finish last year:
1. Each person starts with the same selection of elements to work with.
2. There is a limiting factor: amount of time to complete, length, wordcount, etc.
3. Each person directs to completion their own product.
4. It's OK to steal from each other.
The incentive: When you get to see a bunch of people's takes on the same subject, you can make better decisions about your own piece. You may not feel invested in the initial topic -- but you can walk away with a product that you're proud of, nonetheless.
The copyright issue: Seems to me that even if you plagiarize outright from someone in the group, you should be able to put your "by Me" line at the top -- so long as there's a paragraph at the bottom that explains that the work emerged from an ensemble process, involving the following list of participants, and that any works they publish that have the same bits in them are not to be considered copyright infringements. [Sort of like one of those Creative Commons licenses, but "derivatives" being authorized for only a specific list of persons.]
This could be an excellent project to initiate on youthlib.com, or perhaps on the YouthRightsLeaders list.
With regards to the HPL project, I'm thinking that if I made my elements available to the filmmakers group, they could each create something... And when I made my own final version, it would be unique -- but better for having been informed by other people's creations. [G commented that this sounds a lot like the "artistic response" process that she employs in Artist's Way.]
House cleaning is nominally what I should be doing. Have only done a little this week. Feh. But I've got decent excuses: the aftermath of Tuesday tying up brainspace, and having made some art. Art should, more or less, always trump.
Made fondue for G last night -- her first ever! Fondue is special to me from my family: my parents had it on their first date, and it we frequently had it on special occasions (though not only on special occasions).
Also finally watched the movie "Svengali", which my bro gave me for a birthday quite some time ago. Glad to see it, but was nodding off a bit. Feel like I need to go back and rewatch the second half -- cuz what was that ending about??
Thanks to G! I can now fileshare between the Workhorse and Confessor! [And if I had an airport extreme, she says, I could print from the laptop without having to turn on noisy Planet Camino...]
It's been interesting to find out who reads this blog based on who's commented on the entry saying that G & I are thinking about moving in together. ...I seem to be flirting with what G calls an "open source life". Here's the original essay that she got the concept from:
"Open-Source/Open-Life
There is a way of developing software called open-source. At it's core is a philosophy that the very best software only comes from many minds and hands working on it. When you keep things closed off they aren't tested or used as rigorously and consequently you end up with an inbred half-wit of a program. I have to say that I wondered about parallels in my own life. I'd kept secrets from people. I thought secrets gave you power even. I lived my life in a closed way. Then I applied for a job with the government that entailed getting a security clearance. I didn't get the clearance and I was baffled as to why, angry even. I wrote and requested all the documentation they had on me using the Freedom of Information Act. I got back 100+ page book on me. I read the interviews they conducted with past and current friends. I read notes from psychologists. It was fascinating. People were honest with strangers about me and said things they had never said to me. Some of them made up things and thought they were being honest. All in all though I got back a painfully candid view of myself, warts and all as they say. I was forced to acknowledge dark and unpleasant facts about myself. It changed me. Then a few months later it really started to dawn on me that the secrets you keep about yourself own you, you don't own them. All those secrets just hold you back and make you anxious someone will find them and hold them against you. What an absurd way to live. That has made me see the Internet as some sort of self-improvement tool. Oh sure, nobody will probably read this, just as nobody was willing to read the clearance documents about me. But I will have purged those secrets from myself and I will live my life in the open and honest way that I have to."
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