Posts Tagged ‘whoa’
0I woke up this morning feeling surreal. Did this really happen? Did we really elect him? Did we just witness history?
The answer is holy crap, YES. YES, I lived through and witnessed something amazing. All of a sudden, for an exquisite moment, the weight of humankind’s past story and future hopes and all of our progress was so palpable I could perhaps poke it. Jess said to me, “Years from now your children will be amazed that you were there. That you cast a vote that helped put Barack Obama in office. They will ask you, ‘What were you doing when the results came in? What were you doing when history was made?’” (And I will say, “Uh, doing some art project I think.”)
But yes, forget the theoretical children. I can hardly believe it myself. We were all there!
And today, I am so elated and inspired and, dare I say it, hopeful that I can hardly concentrate on work. This is proof that the democratic process works, that the people can get their voices heard, that the US can overcome the inertia of the powerful conservative heartland and move on to try something new.
Only time will tell if “something new” is something positive, but I don’t think we will have hoped in vain. I think that riding on the wings of optimism alone, an emotion which the former Senator was so great at instilling, will tide us through many the problems we’ve piled onto ourselves. It may just be a self-fulfilling prophecy kind of thing.
Oh man. I’ve never been this riled up over an election before. But did I mention this was remarkable?
Out of boredom and a little deviousness, I decided to revamp this simple little webgame I coded in PHP a while back. It has a spicy new layout (for some reason it reminds me of chili peppers) and involved massive amounts of help from Yang the First Class Programmer Boy (thanks, YtFCPB). It is called…
… and it is a cross between the Dadaist parlor game Exquisite Corpse and the children’s game Telephone.
No there really is no point in it… at least practically speaking (but I donno, maybe you’ll find that it is (unintentially) a great way to beef up your grammar chops… tee hee). For me, though, this was a great way to get back into the world of web programming. Because I’m preparing to take on a much more massive and ambitious (at least for my sucky programming fu) project, involving Thank You cards and acts of kindness and eventually, an awe-inspiring web-based dynamically generated display of visual complexity… and I hope to have this ready in 2 months for inclusion in my grad school app.
I’ll write a longer blog later about this Thank You cards idea and how it came to be, but for now, dinner is calling. Yom yom yom.
This post is about art. Or it will be, eventually.
Today I realized that I have accrued quite a lot of clothing that I never wear. I suppose this happens to everyone, but I never thought it would happen to me for the following reasons:
- My entire wardrobe, excluding winter jackets, can fit into a standard travel duffel bag. E.g, I don’t have a whole lot of clothes to “not wear.”
- I didn’t have a lot of fashion sense so I bolstered this by not caring too deeply about what I wore. Comfort was more important than beauty.
But the seemingly impossible did happen. Three years of college, and I’ve allowed myself to be convinced, one way or another, that personal image and taste matter. That I need to stop wearing certain items that are counter to my preferences. That I actually need to develop some sort of preference and stick to it. That I now kind of like to look good in a subtly individual way. And thus, perfectly wearable, clean, comfortable, and sensible articles must remain unused. Such are the exigencies of “personal style.” Full entry »
