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Friday, February 22, 2002

17 Wet Inches!

While the whole site is odd, this photo will haunt me in my dreams tonight. (Link via Fredo.)

01:30 AM PST (link)

House of Orange.

I spent a lot of time yesterday researching the color theory for a presentation to some executives tomorrow. Some executives who need a good education in it. OK, I could always use a refresher myself, especially if there's a test on it later.

We're trying to get them to pick a color that's modern (or even fashionable) but that doesn't make us want to throw up. I suggested squant but my boss wasn't amused.

Why do the organizations that purport to define fashionable colors have such ugly websites? No, don't answer that.

12:52 AM PST (link)

Wednesday, February 20, 2002

It's YOUR Hell; YOU burn in it.

If I'm wrong and there is a Hell, I'm certain that I'll spend Eternity trying to buy stock photography for a PowerPoint presentation while trudging barefoot over sand. In fact, while we're at it, I expect Jingle Bell Rock will play incessantly on the tinny Muzak of the bright, fluorescently-lit, heavily-perfumed airplane cabin where I'll be condemned.

01:44 PM PST (link)

Press Play.

No, I don't have cable, so I can't watch MTV (or whatever cable channel plays videos now) anymore. So I'm catching up watching Michael Gondry's odd and interesting videos (he also did many of Bjork's videos.) I was also trolling for videos at the Warp Records website, but I got distracted playing with the blocks and stuff in the interface. What was I here for again? Oh, that's right...distraction, like the Autechre videos and the disturbed video for Aphex Twin's "Come to Daddy." (Link via Brodie.)

01:45 AM PST (link)

Tuesday, February 19, 2002

Getting Behind in my Work.

The news story about the Georgia Crematorium, perhaps not surprisingly, fascinates me in a totally macabre way. I can feel for the crematory operator, in a way...I'm way too familiar with that sinking feeling you get when your work has started to pile up around you and you know that there's no way you can ever catch up. Of course, my work generally doesn't involve human remains and grieving relatives, so maybe that's not exactly a fair comparison, either.

01:43 PM PST (link)