Worth Visiting
- fecal face yes that's really the name for a good source of art
- Fair Use Law resource
- The Last Express: An amazing game I got to work on in the early days
- Witness
- Smart Music
- Alec Soth photo-art blog
- fimoculous-tech culture
- overheard in ny
- Judy Mam's Grande Enchilada
- 1000 Journals
- Visual Aid
- miranda July: learning to love you more
- Converse Gallery-news
- rhizome
- Plumberry Jam-things for moms by moms
- Born Magazine: Art and Literature Collaboration
- Definitive Ink
- CIEL: Joan Gelfand, Poet
- Mark Netter's Ent & poli sci blog
- atlasphere art and design
Recent Posts
June 29, 2009
June 01, 2009
on art, life and inspiration...
Artists & Creatives require time to stare out the window. The words are sometimes right outside, just waiting for your gaze to soften long enough to see without looking. If that does not work you can always glue your ass to the chair and get to work.
May 25, 2009
Great Ad from India
This video is a great example of the great ads that fully embrace the specificity of cultural symbols while still relaying universal truths in funny and memorable ways.
May 10, 2009
TFTD: Zinger
Even the best projects have difficult people, just make sure you're not one of them. Francesca Prada on set 2008
December 15, 2008
TFTD
To Be of Use
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.
I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.
Marge Piercy
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.
I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.
Marge Piercy
