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Jim Coudal on the process

“It’s a subtractive process not an additive process. It’s not about ornamentation – it’s about removing things, about getting to the essence of things.”

Jim Coudal

Design: communication, culture, commerce

Great video, this. A couple thoughts:

  • I have to try to read. It’s easy enough, but there’s effort. That makes it more of a game — i’m more involved.
  • Craftsmanship, clarity, functionality, social contribution, sustainability, beauty and results — is there a better definition for design out there?
  • How on earth did they make this? The pictures don’t help much.

Buddy Rich on how you suck

Watching this i couldn’t help but think to myself: “what do I want to be truly amazing at?”

I play the drums. I play them quite well. I could probably impress you.

I also play the guitar.

And the keyboards.

And the computer.

And the website.

And the business model.

And the marketing.

And the parenting.

And the husbanding.

That’s why I’m not truly amazing at the drums. Which thing on that list would I give up being good at all the others for?

You may not have to give up everything to be great at one thing, but one day you’re going to watch a video of someone who’s truly amazing and you may realize it could have been you if you wanted it to be a long time ago and then you worked and worked.

vid via hot doggin’ ladies

Frank Chimero on How Inventions Forecast Needs

“The most exceptional inventions forecast our needs and allow us to realize our full potential. They bring us joy and a sense of brilliance; they make us feel skilled, competent, and more able. Good technology makes us feel like we are inching closer to who we truly want to be.”

Frank Chimero

Frank Chimero on usernames

“We might forget too easily that these nodes, these usernames, are in fact people. People deserve more than the term username; they’ve earned a richer biography than a series of labels or a list of favorite movies. We must not allow interactions online to be perpetually stuck in the conversational depth of a first date. We can shun complex and shallow and embrace simple and deep.”

Frank Chimero

6 Lessons in my 6th year of marriage

Today is the day my wife and I celebrate our 6th year of marriage. Six years of waking up to each others’ farts and smiles. Six years of clothing left in piles near my dresser. Six years of my wife saving the planet one unflushed toilet at a time. Six years of “thank you, hunny” and “do I look good in this?” and “but I don’t believe in homeopathy” and “right there! DON’T STOP!”

In the previous “attaining marital bliss in 5 easy steps” post I gave you 5 lessons in 5 years of marriage. In this post I aim to give you 6 lessons from the past year alone. (more…)

Excellent Party Hosting Tips

I’ve written before about the perfect list of party booze. Now I want to share some quick tips about hosting your lil’ party. These are all lessons I’ve learned — hope they give you some ideas about how to make your next party a little easier to host.

NB: I’m not talking about your college house party — I’m talking about your “i’m a little older now but I still want to have fun and a I don’t want to be all crazy hungover in the morning but I do want to feel like my life is not boring — i’m not boring, right?” party. (more…)

Another cutting floor snippet

“I keep staring at the pile of my pants next to my Ikea chair… they look like my life right now: sturdy Levi’s, not yet completely broken in, cheap brown belt that’s put in way more time than it should have… the whole thing at the same time awkward and graceful, leaning and bundled and thrown and drifted down into something comfortable looking. Zipper splayed open, pockets full of technology and loose change and receipts I hope my wife doesn’t find… These pants represent me, they’re the introduction. They’re not broken in yet… like me: a young guy, newly whispered into the right way to do this dad and husband thing. They’re blue, like me… you know, deep and shit.”

I wrote this while a little heady off some Fernet… Thought it needed to live somewhere – so, here it is.

As with the previous snippet, this one’s from an upcoming book-ish thing I’m putting together.

Louis C.K. on Leno and horseshit

“His [Leno’s] humor was so pedestrian and basic back then, but it was undeniably great, and I learned to respect that from him. It doesn’t matter what your subject is, you don’t have to be edgy in your subject matter. That’s just superficial horseshit, that you want to be talking about things nobody else does. If you have a strong point of view about something, choose that to talk about.”

Louis C.K.

Louis C.K. on compelling, inspiring and fun

AVC: Has performing stand-up gotten easier for you over the years?

LCK: Well, no, because I haven’t let it become easier, I try to keep it challenging. It’s easier if you cull from all your greatest hits and just do them. That’s easy, but it’s also probably suicide. [Laughs.] It’s harder now than it was earlier, but it’s way more compelling and inspiring and fun. It’s worth the traveling and everything now. I got really burnt out on travel, but not anymore. Because I don’t really care—unless I’m on some stupid train to Buffalo or somewhere, I’m not thinking of comfort. I’m poring over notes, listening to some old tapes, and being sure I make use of that show, because I start every year with a target date for that special, and it’s always a little too soon, so I’m always in the theater. So it’s harder, and I’m always trying to cull together material that I don’t really know well. If it works out, at the end of the year, I’ve got a completely honed, perfect sweet set. I know right where the sweet chunks are. I know right where the heavy artillery is, and I’ve got a reliably great hour. And I do it in front of a polished, perfect crowd and get it on tape. And that’s easy and fun and great, but it takes a year to get there. And when the special is done, I’m back to nothing, literally no material, not even a single joke I can tell onstage. So that keeps the cycle.

Louis C.K.