10 05 2000

calm sea
cloudy skies
light breeze

i love old neighborhoods, with solid square homes, large porches, and tall, stately elms lining the streets. to hell with the electrical wires, i love trees that are 80 feet tall and 100 years old. i want to amble through parks and gardens flooded with asters and cleomes and roses as old as my mother, with walkways that meander alongside still ponds and a small white gazebo hidden behind mounds of flowers.

i am weary of shopping malls and wal-mart stores the size of a city block. i want to wander around a small dimly-lit shop, with narrow aisles and shelves stacked floor to ceiling with dusty merchandise . i want to inhale the aromas of a true marketplace, grimy and raw, like the mercado central in downtown santiago. i want to talk with a shopkeeper who knows almost everything about the wares he sales, and nothing about e-commerce and brand strategy.

i want to go into old buildings made of red brick and stone, and sit at an old-fashioned wood desk, in an office with four solid walls, a door, and a window that lets actual sunlight stream in.

i want to read ancient words in forgotten books written by men and women long dead, words of pure wisdom, gleaned from a life well-lived, words that sing:

O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,

i want to listen to old songs by dean martin, louis prima, and frank sinatra. i long for the sound of a single violin crying while a cello sighs quietly in the background. i thirst for the echo of edith piafs voice, accompanied by a lone musette.

i have become spellbound by old things. i wonder if this is just a natural reaction to being surrounded by an ever increasing deluge of new things. volumes of digital information wash over me, daily, like huge blue waves, flooding and then receding, giving me barely enough time to catch my breath before the next set rush in. it is this seemingly never-ending torrent of technology that creates a longing, in me, for firm ground, for oldness, for wisdom.


10 05 2000

zeldman hits this one out of the park.

“Our pages drip with technique but are barren of content, because we no longer have time to think about anything but technique.”
read the article::::CreativeSight: Content VS Execution by Jeffrey Zeldman


10 05 2000

one of the best word processors i’ve ever seen::::word perhect