Some disparaging recollections of planks gone by leads to frustration at the failures of contemporary creativity.
A wandering ramble about the importance of artistic process and my diminishing belief in the importance of my own artistic product to validating that process.
A wandering journey through my creative process. If you get lost, plug ears.
"Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more." - Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett
The planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy. - Douglas Adams
If you can give up one syndicated sit-com tonight and devote 18 commercial-free minutes to an empassioned Lawrence Lessig speaking on the ethics and left/right politics of "openness" as it relates to creativity.
That it is another fine example of a TED talk goes without saying, but it's nice to see the fervor that Lessig devoted to copyright alone has started to transcend other realms as well.
Be thankful for the localized TEDx talks around the world, because, quite frankly, the original TED conference itself, with it's auditorium of millionaires, doesn't seem too open to me.
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Some ruminating on the purity of individual ideas (no matter how utilitarian they be) and how something is lost with every tweak.
