“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit.”—Ira Glass (via austinkleon)
It’s like this: your aunt knows that you like the art and the drawing and the colors and such and wants to encourage your creative habit. She gets to the art store and learns that Prismacolor pencils are really expensive. Two dollars a piece? Wow.
As expensive as those are, so, too are the Derwents and the Crayolas and what’s that now? Prang? Sounds harsh and German and precise. Those can’t be bad at all, right? Just a pack of these and some tropical-wood pencils and Johnny’s a happy boy.
Your aunt comes over for tea and she has a special surprise for her favorite artist. And your eyes light up and you open the bag and you see them. Prang. The death-seal of art supplies.
Thanks, auntie, you say as you look down at this sad little box. Fancy on the outside, promising hours of fanciful drawings and patterns but on the inside, full of bad wood and shitty leads. Oh, you use them all right. And it sucks. And you always knew it would.
For the budding online literary narcissist, Tumblr provides the same dissatisfaction.
Tumblr broke one of my posts and made the process of blogging completely unspontaneous and unfun. Again. Tumblr offers the promise of Prismacolors but quite often, like those awful Prang pencils snap off at the lead inside the body, so that the colored point drops out, making it impossible to do anything but start over.
I look inside the idea sharpener and see Tumblr’s too-soft wood fibers and brittle waxy leads and tell myself it’s worth it.
Maybe I don’t need to place pictures or add links. Maybe I just need plaintext.
Maybe these pencils with the off-color chewy wood, weak brass ferrules and overly-hard rubber erasers are just what I need to get an idea down.
And maybe what you gain from bad pencils and buggy blogging platforms isn’t a poor user experience but an opportunity to create something stripped-down, focused, and quite often, not at all what you expected it to be.
It may seem cool to be disconnected, but it’s no pro.
We should go pro. Because believing in something? Going after it by running as hard as you can? That is not cool—it is ugly and it is awesome. It’s the best “fuck this shit” those jaded people will ever see. We will run because we have something to run towards, and damn how we appear.
Tonight’s broadcast of The Simpsons Movie on Fox ate up my happy and barfed illogic on my shoe. Sure, it’s trendy to speak of the show being decades past its glory days. But how good would the show be now if Conan got roped into writing just one more season just to end the series right?
Back in scope: this link is not about Conan. It’s a play-by-play of the cast and crew commentary on The Simpsons Movie DVD. Awful, too, but it offers insights into the compromises that went into the project. It doesn’t offer a full Erin Brockovich level satisfaction of punishing the guilty parties. What it does do is expose some of the reasons why principles such as gravity and rational thought were abandoned in the course of the film.
I love when I’ve done something for years, and all of a sudden it’s a thing with rules and community and documentation. And I guess “love” is a strong word. “Resent” is a similar word. Other words like that are “totally jealous of.” So from now on I’m identifying, labeling, and pimping my own damned phenomena thank you very much.
I’ve even settled on a wholly original name, generated by me, for this phenomenon about phenomena. It will be called “phenomenon-ing.” Or: “defenestration.” What.
Anyway I love illustrators and cartoonists so lookie here.
I think the alternate label, Inhibition Suppression Disorder would make ADHD sufferers seem like rebellious bad-asses. “Damn, that guy sure is uninhibited, surely he is a bad-ass that I want to get to know better, and also I want to be him.” They would say.
This disorder creates as much of a deficit as autism does, but it does it to the executive system. What AD/HD is is no deficit in attention. It is a deficit in inhibition that disrupts the development of the executive functions so that the individual cannot be guided by mental representations about time and the future. These people live in the now, are controlled by the moment, and by immediate gratification… self-management is not developing the way it should in this child. That’s the theory.