jerk

guys who write great blogs really just love to rant and poke their finger in your eye. here is one from Tony Long over at Wired.

"Technology as a soul-sucking killer of mystery and romance rears its ugly head in this October story. In this case, it's a digital scanner, designed for use on (among other things) works of art. Its French inventor claims it is so detailed and precise that it can be used to unlock the mystery of the Mona Lisa: Specifically, what in heaven's name happened to Mona's lashes and eyebrows?

Pascal Cotte says his scanner was able to burrow through layers of paint and discover that, in fact, Leonardo da Vinci painted both lashes and brows on the original. Hey, thanks for that.

Jerk.

We don't need an answer to "the fate of the enigmatic subject's famously missing eyebrows and lashes." We don't need answers to a lot of things. And we surely don't need a technocrat's explanation for an artist's motive.

It doesn't matter if Mona had eyebrows. She doesn't have any now, and that should be good enough for all of us."

jerk. . . . i love it

read the whole thing

impossible conversations

so i have been walking around for months thinking about how there are things i want to do that i have never done. businesses i want to be a part of, experiences i want to have, things i want to create. then just the other night i end up in an impossible conversation with someone who starts telling me about the things he wants to do but needs someone else involved. things that i want to do.

for two hours we have this rambling conversation and then end up in a place where these things might happen - and we might do them together because the pieces i want to do match up with the pieces that are missing in his plan.

and we are both amazed at the how things that have just been ideas and dreams can become a reality. makes me believe that dreams create reality and long winded, rambling conversations can make things happen in the world.

multi-ball!

i want to play pinball in space
put the addam's family table in a spaceship and launch me out into the upper reaches of our atmosphere and weightless i will look out the window and play drunken outerspace pinball on my way to mars.
send me to mars - with my pinball machine and I will teach all the little men what it means to laugh and watch the lights go
my multi-ball will astonish them
goddess to all the little green men.