Sight, the most human of senses, owes everything to that which is alive. That which is newly alive commands even more of the eye’s consideration.
During a general meeting a couple of months ago the Desedo team discussed the possibility of filming a few shorts involving old people. A few topics were kicked around vis-a-vis our elders including dating, advice, and storytelling of course. Though no plan was decided upon, discussion of the topic concluded with the dictum, “old people are good.”
Here at the dot-com we’ve been thinking about ways to improve the kind of content you’re used to seeing from (umm…) us. In the meantime, we’ve met some folks who know exactly what they’d like to say and to whom, and others who are just good at saying things all the time.
The cherry blossoms are also from last week’s visit to New Haven. Oh, and we’ve finally added the ability to include vertically-formatted pics to these pages.
Gold and Blue via New Haven, CT.
I first started this journal as a way to keep track of the thoughts and sights that pop up along the journey of one jackass and his technology. I had been excited about the purchase of a new cameraphone and its qwerty keyboard, and decided to do something about it. Fifteen months later, the cameraphone is gone, and its replacement has ceased to be a factor since most everything I post is now shot on a real digital camera. The goal has been to be observant, not confessional, analytical, humorous if possible, and occasionally poignant; an informal study of the creative process.
In this time, I’ve happened upon a good many things that I’ve felt worthy of notice and have enjoyed sharing words and images. Recently, however, the urgency of trying to be cute has been replaced by the desire to say something worthy, and failing at both. Since there’s no topic that I cover per se, I hope to find somewhere the spark that will lead to a fresh, pressing style that can carry these pages forward.
This cameraphone photo, taken on the Brooklyn Bridge last January, is one of the set that compelled me to begin this journal. I never posted it. At the time I felt that there was just too much to say.