Archive for July, 2008
This past weekend I had a very unpleasant interaction with a fellow creator who is in the process of making a feature film. He’s written a script that’s very solid, good even, and he asked for people to read and critique it. I did. And then I discovered that he wasn’t looking for a critique at all, but for unabashed praise of his genius. He refused to accept that there were any problems or inaccuracies in his script, and an already unfortunate discussion just went downhill from there.
But there’s a silver lining to every cloud, right? This whole thing got me thinking about my creative philosophy for success, and how it might differ from other peoples’. I thought it might make a good discussion.
Disfigured, the movie we did title design for a while back, just got a very good review in the New York Times. An excerpt:
Remarkable for its brutal honesty, fine acting and emphasis on personal accountability, “disFIGURED” recognizes societal norms of appearance but refuses to whine about them. When Lydia nervously asks Darcy what she thinks of Lydia’s body, Darcy doesn’t hesitate. “I think it’s disgusting,” she says without apology, and the exchange hangs in the air with shocking authenticity. In this weight-centric world, truth trumps political correctness every time.
This comes to the attention of Bunny Blog via my colleague Nahil, who shared this article on Slate with me via various acts of Facebookery.
The problem of charging iPods seems to my relatively armchair self to be something far too much of the world is devoting time to finding innovative solutions for. For perspective, I’ve owned an MP3 player nonstop since the introduction of the Diamond Rio. I love music and listen to it constantly, and I defy you to find too many photos of me in which a pair of slim headphones is NOT around my neck with a grey wire leading into my pocket. Somehow, only about twice in my iPod ownership have I ever exclaimed “damn, the battery’s dead!” and not been able to do something about it fairly quickly.
You mean to tell me you’ve got your life together enough that you have the discipline to jog or bike regularly enough that you need music to relieve the monotony but you can’t apply the same regimen to charging a device with a 10-hour battery? And you further mean to tell me that of all the things you hope to bring to human understanding with a scientific inquiry into the nature of breast movement the one you remain extra excited for is the ability to charge an iPod?
Steve Jobs, you claim to be making computing devices sexy. But those devices are bleeding the sex out of the rest of our lives.