Author Archives: Andy

He does not love her. He loves a volume of space shaped just like her, filled with [ shed dander clips cuts shredded gift voodoo scented soap fetishes crink nipple eye lock fashion skin scraps pinched laughter traps bone shadows … Continue reading →

[See previous post for intro and ABC. See here for the Google Doc version of the whole tham ding.] “D” is for “Direction” The most important quote for marketing, imho, and when looking for a job is from “Alice in … Continue reading →

I’ve now given a talk on job hunting for designers about… five times. I like the talk. It’s smooth, goes down easy, and leaves a pleasant aftertaste (I’m told). So at this point, why not serialize it on the Web? … Continue reading →

Alone or Dark Heisenberg is not your friend. Would you want, in the end, to know both where? and when? No such luck. Bend to see the object, hot and bright, of your desire. Your movement changes light. Your eye, … Continue reading →

[This post is based on a comment I made to a Facebook friend, where he'd asked, "Is there anything good and/or hopeful in the current economy?" My reply was shorter than this, but basically makes the same point] A reason … Continue reading →

Liz Danforth pointed me to the Speak Out with Your Geek Out project. I very much like the idea of people being open and proud of their geekery. It’s a great idea and I encourage all my very geeky friends … Continue reading →

Neat post from JP Rangaswami over at “Confused of Calcutta.” I enjoy reading his stuff and he also gave a great ReadWriteWeb talk on gamification (that’s mostly about other stuff… in a good way). One of the questions he poses … Continue reading →

I hated lawn work growing up. The forced, hot chore of green conformity. Mule to a manual, rotary blade. Slave to some dim, inbred, feeble sense that we were long-lost, distant kin to kings with gardens, gardeners and time. Time … Continue reading →

There are rumors of sky. Last words of swimmers, fallen from waves. Limbs unkempt, sleep-sown hair tossed over wet, windy, winding sheets. Eyes swollen, pressure kissed, or eaten by the curious fish who want to taste last sights. Synesthesia, second … Continue reading →

Grotesque.

For those of you who hadn’t heard, my Dad passed away this last Monday… I’m sorry if you’re hearing about it this way. We’ve been personally calling and emailing as many people as possible… but there’s lots to do, and … Continue reading →

An article I read today about how the zodiac is changing reminded me of a post I wrote more than a year ago about how we need new signs. Under the new system I go from “Cancer” to “Gemini,” a … Continue reading →

I haven’t blogged in awhile. That’s probably the most grippingly boring thing you can write on a blog. It’s the textual equivalent of saying, “I had this really weird, long dream last night,” at the beginning of a dinner conversation. … Continue reading →

If I Die If I die of boredom, let me lay in plain, brown dirt. No stone, no box, no flowers. Just earth and me, worms and water, roots and rocks. Naked, prostrate, hands at sides. Ten feet deep, please. … Continue reading →

[wrote this poem three years ago. just re-found it. so...] Dry When the ocean gasped and fled we were left with many dead fish. That Wednesday (Thursday in Japan) when the sea just up and ran the fishermen in fallen … Continue reading →

BoingBoing is having a “Back to School” art competition. You’re supposed to take something that traditionally lives in the digital world (ie, on a computer or video game or what not) and render it using traditional, analog media. I thought … Continue reading →