Since I seem to be on a roll posting random youtube clips, I thought I’d go ahead and post a recent one I stumbled across. However, I’m ahead of myself — let me put a few things into context. As usual, I’ve started right at the end, instead of the beginning.
I am nearly ashamed of my most recent purchase, yet at the same time, I’m hopelessly enamored — ensnared, even. I say ‘nearly’ because I detest the self-absorbed idiots I normally see with their heads wiggling in thrall to the siren song of this object.
Yes, I speak of the holy-of-holies in today’s culture: an iPod.
I bought one. I am an hypocritical heathen. Perhaps just a small one, since it’s a nano. Little. Less heathenish. Riiiiiight.
Now the hard part; confessing my adoration of this device. I’ve had it for all of about 12 hours now, and I’m already slipping into the gloriously tepid waters of consumerism — what things can I buy to stick on my nano? Lectures from great universities? Waterproof cases for snorkelling in tropical waters to my own soundtrack? Sleek skins to declare my DIFFERENCE [oh, the irony] from all other iPod owners? Skins — now we’re getting somewhere.
The youtube above was actually on a site where I surfed around for a while amongst designs whipped up by an interesting crew of visual artists and graphic designers. I recall the graphic designers in college being a sordid lot; always vulture-eyeing something for marketing potential, and fairly gliding along on their own dreamtrails of snake-oil-yet-to-be-sold. However, I am surprisingly unsurprised to see painters submitting designs in homage to this little technological wonder — I almost feel compelled to set up an altar to it myself! But enough.
As seems to be typical, bliss follows bliss in an odd concatenation of coincidences: my own artistic preference for specific mood-oriented soundtracks leads to the purchase of the nano, which in turn leads to pointless accessory-surfing, which leads to the discovery of a fellow artist [one Audrey Kawasaki], which leads to a contemplation of line and form [and, rare for me, sensuality]. Ms. Kawasaki’s images also remind me, in a cursory fashion, of a friend of mine. Said friend recently mailed me a box of goodies, wherein was contained a tasty read: When Nietzsche Wept by Irvin D. Yalom.
All of these things are so inter-swirled as to defy actual comprehensible explanation, so I’ll stop for the moment. Suffice to say, I am creatively well-pleased, and have not been so [on a variety of levels] for some time.
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Glenn
Comment on July 17th, 2008.
I think you should load it up with bagpipe music. Here’s a classic you may wanna start with.
