I just spent the evening at Bill’s, catching up with good friends over good food (and better beer, despite the confusing nomenclature).
During, we discussed Baz Luhrmann’s divisive Romeo + Juliet. Is the film a brilliant, modern retelling of a classic, or a disjointed mash-up that missed the mark? Personally, I’m strongly “Team Baz”, and Peter Parker gets why. The famous webslinger once argued (Ultimate Marvel Team-up #16 – oh yeah!) that Shakespeare’s greatest trait is that his work can be transposed indefinitely, without change, and still hold up. I think that’s true.
So yes, Spiderman is my authority on Shakespeare. Who knew?
When doesplay become work? Personally, I definitely empathise with Sisyphus in relation to modern media. Whether it be video games, books, TV or even my RSS feed, as soon as I get close to a finish line something new appears on the horizon and extends the racetrack.
The problem isn’t even about “keeping up with the Jones'” any more; it’s a fundamental lack of time to indulge in personal interests. I guess I have to learn to be even more selective. Or accept that, sometimes, you can’t have it all.
100 words a day, for 100 days. That’s the challenge that Jeremy Keith has just completed, inspiring my own imitation.
I’ve attempted similar projects in the past: monthly comics, weekly videos, daily Tumblogs. Ultimately each failed. Tumblr came closest to success, for two core reasons:
I cast a wide content net, ensuring inspiration remained plentiful.
Life is unpredictable and frequently more enticing. By writing/queuing multiple posts at once, I created buffer zones; I achieved my goals without restricting my life. But, then I moved and the buffer ran out…
Hopefully, by further refining that model, I can complete this challenge.
Yesterday, I implied that this site was ugly by design. See, my retreat from web development wasn’t due to lack of time, nor waning interest. My love of coding, designing and experimenting with the web never dulled nor guttered out.
Instead, it was smothered. Overwhelmed by a quest for perfection; a fear of failure. Any new website had to be visionary, perfectly executed, uniquely my own. Predictably I failed, instead becoming paralysed. But by starting with the bare minimum – naked, imperfect, raw HTML – I can finally sidestep my mental blockade. I can finally return to the web. I can finally… start.
So for the first time in nearly seven years I officially have a website. An extremely ugly website, admittedly, but that is largely by design – honest! Regardless, it’s definitely a website and, crucially, not a Tumblog, Tweetfeed or anything else vaguely “social media” related. Nope, this is just some HTML and CSS that I wrote, on a server I paid for, found via a URL that I decided on.
In a very digital sense, this is real. Somewhere I can do what I want, write what I want, code how I want. I guess that’s kind of a big deal.