Looks familiar right? Wrong. That there is a rendering? mock up? maybe a model of some kind? or other early industrial design/think tank presentation image? of a tablet computer from a 1994 report on the future of computing. It’s eerily spot on. But then again, as it goes in my “man standing holding a thin brick” dilemma of how to draw new behaviors in this adolescent digital age, there ain’t a lot to it when what you are saying is “it’s just this sort of rectilinear kind of thing that’s really just like a big screen and it does stuff automatically, like with your fingers, or invisible beams of data transaction type stuff so you are free to move around and save paper and enjoy the earth more naturally and be more present and connected with people around you….” Read more and watch an awesome video…
I was caught by several things in todays article in the Times about 200,000 individual solar panels being mounted on telephone poles across New Jersey, but two facts stood out. First, I was surprised and pleased to learn that my neighboring state is second only to the green almighty California in its commitment to alternative energy and solar in particular. And second, the people of New Jersey are reacting to the panels dotting the landscape with cries of aesthetic outrage and defense of the bella vista. I didn’t know they had it in ‘em.
Personally, I fall in with the article author’s allusion to the artist Cristo, seeing these rectangles of shiny deep azure as a fun, if abstract, addition to the scenery. But the notion that our pristine mess of signage and telephone poles is being sullied by efforts to clean up the planet is a real hoot. It reminds me of Robert Crumb‘s Short History of America.
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Henry’s basket as set aside for him to find upon waking Easter morning. I wonder if it will be the first time a child wakes to find shoes in among all the candy, fake grass and fluffy stuff. KR thought of that one and I thought it was a wonderful idea. I’d like to have a pair of Natives myself. Happy Easter all. May your dreams escape and live forever.
This photo in an email from Vineyard Vines jolted me into my childhood super hard. I can feel and hear all the crinkly green cellophane grass between my fingers as I dig through plastic wicker for jelly beans. And I see meadows of fresh green grass but taste the dusty smell of church and stale chocolate. I want mud stains on my khakis and blazer and I want to pretend to like Jesus and deservedly drink bloody marys. Alas, I am a sober and atheist dweller of a leafless industrial park and I eat eggs everyday for breakfast come rain or resurrection. But man do I love pastels and can I tie a tie.
This story in the Times today of the death of a promising student of the sciences at Yale is a tragic reminder to be safe safe safe when working with machines and power tools. The gruesome cause of death is implicit as the quickly and powerfully rotating axis would have grabbed her hair and pulled her head first right into the machine. Be careful out there folks.
As spotted in Tron Legacy, I’m pretty positive that’s one of Michael’s cast aluminum bowls for Metaal right there.