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Picking the poisons

Promises are Satan’s candy. They’re very appealing and will make you feel fed really well for a while, but the sugar-coated nuggets of more sugary content quickly backfire. Satan is delighted to share this sensation with you. He feels like sharing it.

I recall having “promised” updates on several topics, most notably my portfolio and my eponymous portal. Twas like candy, I tell you. And the saccharine hopes in it were empty. I feel like that about Promises 2.0 – in the late nineties, that was e-marketed by e-marketeers as e-promises, but we’ve grown up – or, if you prefer, Promises 2.0 beta.

If I were in a considerably more postmodernist mood, I could state that I am still performing. I may not write blog entries as often as I would like to or could, but this gives you the reader the chance to think. I trust that you are an intelligent and valiant lot, wandering out into the open fields we like to see as where we develop ourselves – moats suffice for me. The space I leave you, in other words, is the space where you can think deeply about things, create beautiful art or relax.

That’s not completely realistic, however. It could mean that, as long as I don’t say something, someone else will. Politics show that that is hardly always true. Art shows that that is hardly always true. Tangentially, I think we do live in a time where antagonism – however positive or negative – is the starting point for much of all creations.


(Hello Radiohead-ites.)

It’s not at all surprising, but as with many things, you should never lose the ability to see the bigger picture. Antagonism is good! Go and hate Microsoft, you freaking Apple devout! But don’t forget the people who have valid reasons to use their software or, science forbid, their OS. I’m an avid Apple user, but I will not blindly pick a side when it comes to, say, the internally developed programming languages (I know people who are very enthusiastic about .NET and C♯).

Being passionate is one thing. Being passionate and eclectic and prudently biased and open is many things. I fell in love with Django a while ago, and I could promise that my personal site will be written in that framework (Python is doggone sexy), but I’ll refrain from making any promises. No fabricated pressure, much beta.

Oh, one thing that does seem to be happening, starting September: I’ll be living in The Hague, studying at the Royal Academy of Art. A decidedly happier note than I started with.

Smashing Bupkis

  • My old-time readers (hello, how have you been, care for a drink) may recall an article I wrote about something I called Scrolling Drop Shadows. The only real complaint I got was that it didn’t work in IE (”duh”), but after a whopping 28 months, even IE can be fed with the sexy shadows. Kudos to Stefan for tackling it using just (slightly treif) CSS.
  • For those of you who haven’t yet, go read Isaac Asimov’s The Last Question. It deals with entropy and AI and the limits of the philosophy behind all of that. Surprise ending as well; an obligatory read.
  • Several things are brooding, and among the several are my birthday (Thursday, everybody; don’t send cake if you live more than a day away!) and something with music (hm, where to look for music, things with music, musical tastes; I wonder). I might release an EP of it, if my friends like it enough. (Whack me in the head if I fail to keep you updated.)
  • As always, I made some slight modifications to the stylesheets that keep this site together. I think it would be cool if we could democratise this process a little, though. So hereby I state: if you have any suggestions that could improve this site—readability, usability, layout, anything—do tell me. The comment field is fine (I have no ego issues), but the more discreet among you may contact me personally. It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone.1
  1. Though maybe it is time for, I dunno, Zooiblog Readers Anonymous. Those’ll be lonely meetings.

On spelling

Normally it’s best to let minor irks slide along and give people a chance to make profound asses of themselves, but sometimes it’s like gastric acid, working its way up to your tongue. Such is nearly the case with the confusion about the proper spelling of those nifty little black fucking medical books sketchbooks.

I cannot help but think of this when you talk about your sketches (and dare blame me!). I suppose windproof materials are hard to draw on with a pencil. Anyone with Wikipedia angst would completely miss this gem:

A moleskin is also, allegedly, a pink (flesh coloured) piece of covering for the genital area of a female. The name derives from the shape of the covering. Such were often used by moviemakers in Hollywood. The most famous incident involving a moleskin, was when Janet Leigh lost hers during the shower scene of Psycho. Not thrown at all, she merely remarked that no-one (meaning the staff present) was seeing anything they had not seen before.

Instead, I suspect that you’re talking about those nifty little black sketchbooks.

A Modo & Modo Moleskine, black sketchbook. A red pencil lies on top of it.

My small Moleskine, a present from Hanni

So to recap: the extra ‘e’ changes a piece of cloth/an object to obscure your dingdong into a versatile sketchbook from Italy! Oh, miraculous!