2010-02-09 13:10:31.281874
trying to get 1,000 words worth of multi-colored pixels to show up here.
2010-02-08 16:56:37.741113
10 hours. That's how long it would take to record the readings from a square foot of 5-points-per-inch, according to my calculation, if the time to record each point averaged ten seconds. That's kind of a long time, and cries out for some type of automation. Aye, there's the rub...
2010-02-04 12:13:09.520787
b4 i forgit, th' aforementioned synchronicity concerned a mention of a book (Bird by bird : some instructions on writing and life / Anne Lamott) in another book I was reading (the 4-hour workweek : how to escape 9 - 5, join the New Rich, and live anywhere / Tim Ferris) ... soon after (same day? next day?) I had "just happened" to stumble across the Lamott book (Bird by bird...) in th' lie-berry. While looking 4 books on a different subject (art).
2010-02-04 11:43:30.232761
to cre8 th' "photoshopped" drewtopia -- photo bits. A database of images like: (fields: image:blob sun:azimuth lighting:lightingtype brightness:lightingvalue tags:taglist metersdistant{from camera}:number ...) for use in composing pictures of drewtopia
2010-01-22 14:37:58.068366
The royal "we" is dead, long live the first person singular voice. I should be writing a cover letter -- I've had no income since early last September, as I write this it's January -- but I'm writing this instead. Yesterday I went to pick up my daughter at her school, and she wasn't ready so I went on down the street a block to wait in the library. While there I checked out some books, including "Drawing and Painting the Natural Environment" by Barclay Sheaks (is that a great name or what?). On p. 112 Barclay writes: Remember, no great works have been produced by thinking without doing. That explains rather succinctly at least one reason I've never (yet!) produced any great works. I did clean out my desk a bit t'other day, though -- not quite the Augean stables, but not as far from that as one would hope -- and came across an item I'd saved. The reason my desk makes me think of the aforementioned Herculean task is partly my "pack rat" tendency to save such things, but anyway the item I refer to has printed on it the following quotation: The purpose of life is to do something that will live forever. I dunno about "forever" but I do know I'd like to do something more with my life than what I've done so far.