So obviously one of the problems with having fucking around being your paradigm for getting things done is you don’t have much to show for it. I guess that means you’ll have to take my word for it, unless getting around to making this business functional a few weeks ago is impressive. Ha!
At any rate, I’ve also been pricking around with synths and Python, which has been fun. Sadly, the synths and the Python are not related. That would require a level of sophistication that I don’t possess in either of those realms. Sad emoticon.
My efforts, mentioned a while ago, to read through the journals of my youfs has hit a bit of a snag. Like A la recherche du temps perdu they are full of the most intolerable whinging, mostly about not having a girlfriend. Boy did that get old fast.
In a recent email to a formerly long-lost friend I said that one of my leading sources of creative block was an inability to suspend disbelief. Subsequently, I watched this:
and found it a bit inspiring. In particular, there’s a bit near the end (I promise, I don’t mind if you don’t bother; it is over an hour) where he discusses how he feels about making stuff (“stuff,” by the way, has now expanded to include novels) and says that he has, in his old age, become indifferent to the scope of a particular artifact’s success.
Of course, that’s easy for him to say. As he explains in the video, the fact that his career started with earnest and artist-driven indies means that he was able to quit his day job at a level of notoriety that would have not been sufficient for many artists, and for a while he was even fabulously wealthy out of the deal.
But now he’s not, and he doesn’t seem to mind too much. In fact, he still seems playful and frivolous. Like he’s just going to fuck around, and hope for the best when it’s time to move on. I’m pretty sure that this kind of thinking would be a boon to me.
It might seem strange, on the face of it, to focus on fucking around as a way of getting things done, but if the option is feeling defeated by the act of coming up with worthwhile tasks, I’d say there isn’t much question about which option would be (more or less) “right.”
So I decided that I wasn’t quite as firm in my anti-design beliefs as I may have been leading people to believe, and I was tired of CUYFJ looking like it did. Luckily I have the means to change that, and I did. The big challenge was, of course, not making it look like a rehash of Futility Now. I don’t think that I have enjoyed unmitigated success in this regard, but it could have been worse. I also changed my about page so it continues to reflect the current mode of standoffishness displayed by Temboo’s webpage.