“It’s important to get away from technology and experience the world. You’ve got to see your world, see your community, see what’s not being said what needs to be said. That’s probably the best way to figure out what you’re going to say. For me at least, it’s impossible to have any good ideas while sitting behind a computer. Ideas come from life. As Hemingway said, “I have to live to work.”—
“When you make a thing, a thing that is new, it is so complicated making it that it is bound to be ugly. But those that make it after you, they don’t have to worry about making it. And they can make it pretty, and so everybody can like it when others make it after you”—Pablo Picasso quoted by Gertrude Stein in Jonah Lehrer’s “Proust was a Neuroscientist.” (via somethingchanged)
“Share things that you are most excited about. Share things you find, love, hate and create. Share the things you’ve made, even if it’s not finished yet. That’s what makes it engaging. — David Karp, founder, Tumblr”—
“…you’re going to start getting closer and closer - that is, if you want to, and if you look for it and wait for it - to the kind of information that will be very, very dear to your heart. Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them - if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.”—J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via sometimesagreatnotion) (via meaghano)
“Salinger was the first writer I read about whom I made up my own mind about how I felt. I think a lot of readers would say the same thing. Some of us hated his work, some loved it, and some, like me, were more or less indifferent. But whatever your opinion, these were books and stories that said, form your own opinion. Don’t worry what your mother says, or some teacher or critic. How you feel about a book should be between you and the book.”—Malcolm Jones, with a really nice Salinger piece (via newsweek)
Interesting take on the modern day advertising organizational structure from Mother NY:
The agency’s account people-less structure (a key Mother London trait that was passed down), Karlsson says empowers creatives, who end up getting more involved in clients’ businesses. “(Account management) is a discipline that everyone in that group shares,” says Karlsson. “It’s one little thing but it forces everyone, including creatives, to not just be in their own world.” And along with dedicated account managers, Mother eschews a top-down management style. “We think that no one else should represent anyone else’s point of view. If you have a question about something that was written you talk to the person who wrote it. That engages the people who work on an account.”
I think I’ve just figured out why it annoys me when people trivialise the conversations that take place on Twitter and Tumblr as merely ‘talking about what you had for breakfast’. Mostly I find these are the same people who quite happily sit around for hours and hours engaged in the most inane, insufferable real-life small talk. Where they ate dinner last night, what their hotel in Noosa was like, how their favourite sport team is going.
In contrast, the conversations I encounter online tend to be more interesting than most of the conversations I have in real life. At their best these conversations are far from small talk. They explore issues that don’t belong in mainstream discourse, in far more depth than real-world social interactions normally allow. They show an intellectual curiosity that defies the shallow expectations of our culture.
Trivialising these online conversations as merely being about early-morning epicurean tendencies reflects a naivety and disconnectedness that I’d suggest says more about the speaker than his subject.
“I got together 6 of my trusted friends, we each had a bottle of wine and printed out all 47 pages of the website you designed. I have written the notes out on every page - we have a lot of tweaks.”—(via clientsfromhell)
My friend John Unger was just saying something like this the other night:
“This waking dream we call the Internet also blurs the difference between my serious thoughts and my playful thoughts, or to put it more simply: I no longer can tell when I am working and when I am playing online. For some people the disintegration between these two realms marks all that is wrong with the Internet: It is the high-priced waster of time. It breeds trifles. On the contrary, I cherish a good wasting of time as a necessary precondition for creativity, but more importantly I believe the conflation of play and work, of thinking hard and thinking playfully, is one the greatest things the Internet has done.”
"When I hung up the phone in the hotel room in Romulus, Michigan, and walked out into the bright midday light under a sky that really was crystalline, my life suddenly felt very thin, like there was me and then there were vast distances between me and the next thing, which was probably half a continent away, unless of course you count the camera in my bag or the project on my computer, which have become faithful sidekicks, if not always faithful friends.
When your life is feeling thin, there is a temptation to feel thin of spirit, and to hunger for connection. The more accustomed you are to a steady social diet, the more biting that hunger can be when your diet suddenly changes. But Rilke says that when you are truly alone, with vast distances between you and the next thing, then that is the time when you can finally expand, because there is suddenly so much vastness for you to fill up.”
Jonathan Harris wrote this beneath one of his daily photos. I felt exactly this when I moved from NY to Chicago and have been feeling this tonight.