The Internet, in particular, offers immense possibilities for encounter and solidarity. This is something truly good, a gift from God.

Pope Francis, via The Los Angeles Times

There’s just a tremendous amount of craftsmanship in between a great idea and a great product. And as you evolve that great idea, it changes and grows. It never comes out like it starts because you learn a lot more as you get into the subtleties of it…
Designing a product is keeping five thousand things in your brain and fitting them all together in new and different ways to get what you want. And every day you discover something new that is a new problem or a new opportunity to fit these things together a little differently. And it’s that process that is the magic.

Steve Jobs on product design, via Bokardo.

The life of the creative man is lead, directed and controlled by boredom. Avoiding boredom is one of our most important purposes.

Susan Sontag via Big Think

Mega-Dorky 2013 Music List Extravaganza

aaronrutledge:

Time one again for my end-of-year music retrospective. This time I’ve picked out some winners and given them categories that help get down to the ‘why’ faster. Fun times! Previous years here: 2012, 2011, 2010

Most 1983 Texture In A 2013 Album
Oneohtrix Point Never – R Plus Seven
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Creativity is the taking of old ideas, and remixing them in new ways that is individual to the creator.

On Leaving New York


Photo Credit: Alfonso Jimenez

This past week, Aaron and I decided to move from New York City to Los Angeles. Aaron accepted his dream job at Riot Games in Santa Monica, and I’ll be continuing Little Arrows from the West Coast.

Needless to say, the idea of leaving New York has sparked some mixed feelings. I moved to New York when I was 17 to attend NYU. The year was 1999, Guiliani was mayor, the dot com scene was bubbling, and there was a sense of possibility and excitement in the air.

Moving to NYC was leap of faith; I had only been there once before, for a few days with my family, in order to visit NYU. The city was huge, impenetrable - I remember being in a cab driving over the Manhattan bridge, completely dumbstruck that the highway descended into the vertical walls of the skyscrapers and projects. All the lights; each of them a person, living their solitary lives behind closed windows and doors.

Driving into the city from JFK, I feared I had made a huge mistake. It was pouring rain, and the dreary gray houses of Queens made for a gloomy welcome. I have always had an affinity for sunshine - I grew up in Arizona, a place where 60 degrees is considered cold. I don’t know what brought me to such a frigid city. I suddenly felt panicked.

However, once the rain stopped, I quickly began to embrace the city. I read Robert Caro and Jane Jacobs. I watched out the windows for a glimpse of the beautifully graffittied abandoned station at 18th Street and stowed away on a 6 train as it made its u-turn in the abandoned city hall station. Gradually New York became the language of my dreams; when I sleep, I’m frequently transversing a toy model version of the village, of downtown. Every time I left the city, I never felt quite like I could breathe until the car exited the Holland tunnel and surfaced in Manhattan.

Terrible things happened, of course. I ran from the falling Twin Towers and watched armored tanks drive down Canal Street. I lived through my 20s, which naturally included personal drama too petty to recount. I watched helplessly as 7 feet of East River water flooded my apartment during Hurricane Sandy. I kept moving further east until I finally ended up in Brooklyn.

All this is to say that NYC is a part of who I am. I have experienced my entire adult life here; in 2 more years I would have lived here longer than my childhood in Phoenix. But the pull has weakened; those breaths of fresh air are progressively weaker. And I’m getting older, and more appreciative of life’s creature comforts, which are increasingly hard to come by in New York.

So this is farewell, at least for now. I take comfort in the fact that New York will always be here, and I can come back. in the meantime I’ll be on another coast, looking at another ocean, absorbing the pulse of another city.

Weekly Reading 10/6

Long reads I enjoyed this week:

Enjoy!

Weekly Reading 9/29/2013

Last week I took a well-deserved vacation to a remote location without a solid internet connection. It was lovely to disconnect, and to find so many interesting topics upon my return.

Weekly Reading 9/17

The past few weeks have been tumultuous, between travel, family, and work obligations. To catch up, here are some of the long reads I’ve enjoyed recently:

A lot of kids, me included, aspire from early on to live in New York because the crushing smallness of their birthplace pains them…They feel trapped in a tiny town beneath a massive sky full of stars, and they know they’ll be gone someday. In New York you can’t even see the stars.