http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUXnJraKM3k you'd think that apple diehards would've been the ones behind this.... this is a great example of design by committee. this, dear reader, is what i have to contend with every day.
Read Moreso you want to be a designer?
candidate #3 for the designer position here at Saltmine U, was not just late for their interview -- they never showed.... by the time i got a call from my boss to tell me she'd be late for her part of the interview day, i had pretty much given up on this candidate.... the very last candidate's scheduled for late next week, so i'm looking forward to wrapping up this glacial recruiting phase, in which every word i commit to paper or electrons when communicating with candidates is screened and filtered.
Read Moremûmak!
i really need to finish this ridiculously large miniature one day, when i have time to kill and nothing pressing to do. this was a payment for some minor, but crucial HTML back in 2005. the mûmakil of the haradrim trampling across the theatre screen were everything my six-year-old self ever wanted in an oliphaunt: the sheer destructive joy of the id.
i. the magician
1-the magician:
I juggled electricity, once.
from that instance, theories resolved
into impish calculations.
I unveiled nature's secrets idly
as strippers danced: another kind of phenomena.
occam's razor was my favorite tool,
shaped by long aquaintance with my hand and mind.
I cracked safes to amuse myself.
I placed o-rings in ice water to explain death.
beating charlatans at their own game was
my pastime. no illusions ever obscured my vision:
I was the only human to first watch the atomic bomb
convulse and engulf the clouds
with the naked eye.
fools, deans, and laureates alike fell to my hatred of suits.
a nobel prize didn't lend gravitas;
my practical jokes continued.
"But I don’t have to know an answer.
I don’t feel frightened
by not knowing
things,
by being
lost
in the mysterious universe
without having any purpose,
which is the way it really is,
as far as I can tell, possibly.
It doesn't frighten me..."
is what I told my apprentices, once.
QED: antiparticles simply move backward in time.
once I learned this trick, life became simple.
my last words, scrawled on a blackboard
in transitory chalk:
What I can not create I can not understand.
who am i?
genghis cohen oct. 2006
