What about thinking WITH the box? It's not that hard. It's child's play.
...dave
In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play. - Friedrich Nietzsche
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Thinking outside the box is overrated.
What about thinking WITH the box? It's not that hard. It's child's play.
...dave
In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play. - Friedrich Nietzsche
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Beatbox Mario?
This guy is fantastic. No intro necessary unless of course you've never heard of Mario or beatboxing. Google can be your friend.
He also does an Inspecter Gadget and Mission Impossible medley, Sesame Street, Mupet Wars and a classic Peter & The Wolf.
Wow!
I just wish he had an album. I'd buy one for me and each of my friends.
...dave
He also does an Inspecter Gadget and Mission Impossible medley, Sesame Street, Mupet Wars and a classic Peter & The Wolf.
Wow!
I just wish he had an album. I'd buy one for me and each of my friends.
...dave
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
doodles
It's not that I'm a maverik...really!
I'll always ask why. It's not that I'm questioning authority, although it may seem to come across that way, it's just that I want to know. And when I'm given unrealistic deadlines, assignments, or requests, I'll always ask questions if for no other reason than to understand how the person reached their unrealisticness. I'm very much at-the-ground-level sort of a guy. Spaciness and idealism just doesn't cut it with me. Don't get me wrong, I like to daydream, just not for a living. I'm maybe different that way.
...dave
You can't do sketches enough. Sketch everything and keep your curiosity fresh. - John Singer Sargent
I'll always ask why. It's not that I'm questioning authority, although it may seem to come across that way, it's just that I want to know. And when I'm given unrealistic deadlines, assignments, or requests, I'll always ask questions if for no other reason than to understand how the person reached their unrealisticness. I'm very much at-the-ground-level sort of a guy. Spaciness and idealism just doesn't cut it with me. Don't get me wrong, I like to daydream, just not for a living. I'm maybe different that way.
...dave
You can't do sketches enough. Sketch everything and keep your curiosity fresh. - John Singer Sargent
Monday, September 24, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Pile of journals
I remember when my son was just about nine years old he was blessed with a fantastic teacher. She encouraged him to write. In fact, she encouraged all her students to write just one page a day in a journal.
My son wasn't excited about this project. He didn't like writing so much. So in an effort to support him and his teacher I promised him I'd keep a journal too. We went down to the store and bought two impossibly small journals, the ones with the tiny locks on them. We figured that if we got small diaries we wouldn't have to write too much. We also bought some manly contact paper to cover the girly print on the covers. (It's the black and white checkerboard journal at the bottom of the stack.)
We took our journals home, covered them with contact paper, took out our pens and . . . stared at each other. We didn't have a clue what to write. I'd never kept a daily journal so I wasn't much help to him.
Many days passed and as you may know 21 days makes a habit. Before long we had stuff to put down in our journals. We thought about it all day so already had an idea by bedtime.
When the year was up we were sort of relieved but at the same time depressed. We'd lasted through a year of this journaling, had read several entries together, and now it all seemed to be coming to an end.
So we went out and bought two new journals. These were bigger than the earlier ones because there were some days, in fact, many days when we simply ran out of room in a single page.
And we haven't stopped since. Just like brushing our teeth at night, it's a habit. We can't sleep without the journal entry for the day. I guess in a way that habit became the mantra for this site: 365 Journal Entries. My goal was a bold one: To continue to journal daily at the blog.
There's a small boy I know today, about the age of my son when he started journaling, who heard me say something about a "journal." He asked me about my journal and to better explain I went out and bought one for him. But before I handed over a blank book I went through it and wrote several questions in random pages. These journal prompts are questions such as:
What's the best vacation you've ever had?
If you could visit any place in the world, where would you go. Draw a simple picture of what you imagine it to be.
He was very happy to get his journal. That was a year ago.
The next time I see him I'll have to ask him how it's coming along.
...dave
Journal writing is a voyage to the interior. - Christina Baldwin
My son wasn't excited about this project. He didn't like writing so much. So in an effort to support him and his teacher I promised him I'd keep a journal too. We went down to the store and bought two impossibly small journals, the ones with the tiny locks on them. We figured that if we got small diaries we wouldn't have to write too much. We also bought some manly contact paper to cover the girly print on the covers. (It's the black and white checkerboard journal at the bottom of the stack.)
We took our journals home, covered them with contact paper, took out our pens and . . . stared at each other. We didn't have a clue what to write. I'd never kept a daily journal so I wasn't much help to him.
Many days passed and as you may know 21 days makes a habit. Before long we had stuff to put down in our journals. We thought about it all day so already had an idea by bedtime.
When the year was up we were sort of relieved but at the same time depressed. We'd lasted through a year of this journaling, had read several entries together, and now it all seemed to be coming to an end.
So we went out and bought two new journals. These were bigger than the earlier ones because there were some days, in fact, many days when we simply ran out of room in a single page.
And we haven't stopped since. Just like brushing our teeth at night, it's a habit. We can't sleep without the journal entry for the day. I guess in a way that habit became the mantra for this site: 365 Journal Entries. My goal was a bold one: To continue to journal daily at the blog.
There's a small boy I know today, about the age of my son when he started journaling, who heard me say something about a "journal." He asked me about my journal and to better explain I went out and bought one for him. But before I handed over a blank book I went through it and wrote several questions in random pages. These journal prompts are questions such as:
What's the best vacation you've ever had?
If you could visit any place in the world, where would you go. Draw a simple picture of what you imagine it to be.
He was very happy to get his journal. That was a year ago.
The next time I see him I'll have to ask him how it's coming along.
...dave
Journal writing is a voyage to the interior. - Christina Baldwin
Thursday, September 13, 2007
study/office floor plan
I've been sketching everything in sight, including my office. As I sit here I drew the desk, then the rest of the room, and then finally the floor. May have gotten carried away a bit.
Got some new pens. I've been using 01 and 05 Zigs. They are fine point felt tip pens and work great with wash or watercolor.
...dave
To fly you need resistance.
Got some new pens. I've been using 01 and 05 Zigs. They are fine point felt tip pens and work great with wash or watercolor.
...dave
To fly you need resistance.
Friday, September 07, 2007
The Internet has become noisy
I've noticed a trend. The Internet is becoming noisy. I remember the old days on the Internet. You could quietly browse the sites and click the links and see pure, unadulterated, quick loading pages of text. Not anymore. Now the pages flash and move and some even play sounds. Sometimes my curser changes into swirling numbers. My mouse pointer disappears. Once in a while I hit a page that blasts music. So now I've turned off my speakers. I want peace and quiet when I surf the big Internet waves.
The only thing I can't turn off is the moving images. Ads for cars and insurance and mortgages flash and move so distractedly that I can't concentrate on the page of text in front of me. Eventually I stop visiting those kind of sites altogether. It drives me crazy. I'll lose my mind.
To me, a noisy Internet page is like walking into a carnival. It's fine for the first few minutes but then my head spins, I get nauseous, and then bad things happen.
Hey, wait a minute, I've got my Flickr.com pictures over there, to the left, doing that flashy thing. On my own site.
What a hypocrite.
...dave
“On the Internet, Nobody Knows You're a Dog.” - Peter Steiner
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