the things we think but do not say

BT250_man

Originally uploaded by georgeaye.

For the love of God, would everyone please, please stop wearing Bluetooth ear pieces. Why this growing trend for people to hang a piece of battery operated crapness to your face still continues to persist, is anyone’s guess.

But I’ve never met someone that wore a Bluetooth ear piece and I didn’t mutter to myself “You look like a cunt.”

Has anyone met someone with one of these that didn’t look like a utter tit? Please let me know when, where and who. These people are rarer than hen’s teeth.

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Originally uploaded by georgeaye.

Went from ’someone, kill me now’ to ‘I feel on top of the world’ many times, in these last two weeks. Over 20 products and their packaging was designed, rendered and animated to produce full sized 1:1 prints and dvds for a massive presentation. So much work done in such little time.

With some 40,000 frames of animation produced this was easily the biggest production I’ve ever been involved in at IDEO. Awesome work.

Nice one Martin, Graeme, Michael, Jo, Josh, Greg, Alissia, Ingrid!

On the back of Metropolis magazine is an advert for GE’s new fridge freezer. It’s enormous.
It has the new feature of having seperate humidity controls for your fridge and freezer compartments.

“An amazing marriage or freshness with brains.”

Standing next to the fridge, is a woman, dressed in a light green dress, carrying a bunch of grapes, showing off her leg, and arm-in-arm with her, is a gentleman dressed in a graduation gown. She represents ‘freshness’. He represents ‘brains’.

Let me go over that again… green=freshness. gown=brains.

The tag line at the end goes, “The only thing that’s going to be spoiled is you”.

What utter shit.

Please fire this ‘advertising agency’ and this dynamite art director/copy writing duo.

Does a collection (of anything) become stronger or weaker the more there is?

For example, a collection of Pez dispensers, one might assume, would increase in its overall value the more and more Pez one collected. Having all the variations of the Hulk Pez that were realised over the years is better than having a few duplicates of the Hulk, and certainly better than none.

Another example; your record collection. In my case, I’ve been collecting songs recorded as mp3 since about 1997. There was a time when I set up my first pc (a sweet dual Pentium Pro 200 mhz, 512mb, 40gb HDD– this was in ‘97 beyatch!) when I had to type into a command line and make this thing called the Franhoffer Institute’s mpeg 1 Layer 3 codec, and compress these huge audio tracks into 1/10th their original size!

Well, this collection with each new album, new track, new genre, new soundtrack, new stand up set… get a little bit larger, but ultimately better. It becomes fuller. More complete.

But, (and this is where my razor sharp rhetoric kicks) does a collection of say, photographs you’ve taken, get worse or better the more there is?

I’ve pressed the shutter thousands of times on a few cameras and I’d happily say that I’ve taken maybe 10 decent photographs. 10 from 10 thousand seems a little rough, but lets say from all these exposures I’ve made 10,000 pictures/images/snaps. But very few photographs.

And I guess my question is this: would it be better (to me, to anyone) if I only showed those 10 photos I was happy with, or show all the freakin’ photos all together?

Is less, more?

Evidently, I took the easier route; www.pbase.com/georgeaye

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Craigslist is a phenomena to some, a mecca to others, a home, an oasis, a loyal pal, a place to vent, a place to meet people, a place to do people, a place to be somebody. I love it because is still manages to hold some integrity against all odds for massive commercialism.

Every so often, I get stuck at the studio waiting for renders to finish, and the one thing that sustains me, even after all these years is craigslist’s ‘best of’ page. It truly is a diamond in the rough.

Where else can one find literary gems like this:
“i hate hedge funds, i hate traders, i hate all PM’s, but i love an asset class that widens out my sphincter shortside. ”

or written talent like this:
“I mean I got a pretty good view of your fruit basket and I’m suprised you managed to get so much to stick so far in the back.”

But I’m not really being fair to ‘best of’ because it’s so much more than this.

It’s pure gold. Go vote for your best of today!

http://www.craigslist.com/about/best/

has the phrase ‘I’m going to start my blog’ become the ‘I’m going to start my novel” of today?

I have an old school friend who is the only real writer I know (he studied English at college and everything) was writing to me and told me a long laundry list of things to work on, to improve and to get started. His website was one, natch, but the blog was the one that one that caught me, since I’d actually think I’d read his writing.

christ, I hope I can keep this up.

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so I woke up exceptionally early this morning. my alarm rang at 7:30am like normal and instead of my usual, wake, reach out, nap, wake, reach out, nap cycle, I just woke up.

recently i’ve been noticing that I just before i sleep at my girlfriends apartment, I pull the covers up over my head, so I’m deeply hidden under the warm, soft, flannel. I think that in a way I’ve been trying to hide from things and I think that I’ve been trying to take that moment before I fall asleep and hide from all the pressure of my normal life.

normal life in recent months or weeks or whatever, has taken a steadily more and more pressured stance. I basically have to deal with taking on more responsibility at work. while this very natural, quite expected sentence might sound harmless enough, it come with tons of problems.

I’ve been quietly ignoring this 400 lb gorilla of ‘more responsibility’ pretty much since finshing college. ok, well it might been before then even, but it’s only now; my 29th birthday is only about two weeks, that I feel even remotely able to take it on.

But the best part of this realisation is that I feel ready. More ready than I’ve ever felt. And it’s exciting to know this.

I’m 29 in two weeks. christ. it’s about time.

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