Posts for: #Art

10 Print

got nostalgic for the commodore 64 and wrote a javascript/html variation of 10 Print.

it can be found on my github here

while the original code is this:

10 PRINT CHR$(205.5+RND(1)); : GOTO 1

the javascript version is also one line but demanded some css, etc to make it look decent in the browser. also, microsoft edge kills it completely. both of these things bother me but i’m not sure why. maybe the simplicity of the console versus the formatting hell that is the window? longing for a simpler age? getting crushed by nostalgia for something that never truly existed?

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Sigh

a fortune cookie that i opened on my birthday dinner said to tie up loose ends. if that’s not an omen, i’m not sure what is. regardless, i’ve been doing just that.

in the meantime, my car decided to die so there’s the unwelcome repair bill and the lack of vehicle for the past couple days, which, in reality, is a welcome change. my average use of the car is to go to work or to a supermarket (which i’ve documented here on behance)

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Updates

when asked why i’ve moved to github, i can’t say for sure.

also, when asked, i can’t say for sure why my disillusionment with hugo has come about. the tool chain is weak for working off the cuff, methinks.

hither and yon.

i need more freedom. too many things are binding and restrictive. adobe exists on microsoft and macs, emacs works well but best on a gnu/linux system, gans are great but mostly if you’re running off of an nvidia gpu, etc. etc. etc.

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Work

long time no update, had a show, etc.

pushing work now into a new direction. more later.

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Anxiety

no part of my life has been allowed to rest easy for more than a few moments at a time. whether interrupted by actual tragedy or the learned behavior of waiting for the other shoe to drop anxiety is ready to come in at any time to destroy those times and ruin them forever.

since childhood i’ve been closely watched by it and kept under its thumb. from terrible sickness, death, loneliness, etc. i am forced to believe that there is no other kind of life for me but one of constant unease and motion.

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