...every once in a while I drag them out and see what I can make with them. The little book ornaments are now finished, and I have to say I don't think I'll be making any more. They're kinda cool, but they were a pain in the rump and I cut myself on the wire (I can almost hear all the jewelry and stained glass artists going "wah, wah, wah"). But leave it to me to do myself an injury working on such a simple project. Anyway, I stayed up until 2am, determined to get them done and thereby clear a large mess off my kitchen counter. Mission accomplished. Now, back to the stuff I SHOULD be doing!
Friday, October 21, 2011
Bits and pieces...
...every once in a while I drag them out and see what I can make with them. The little book ornaments are now finished, and I have to say I don't think I'll be making any more. They're kinda cool, but they were a pain in the rump and I cut myself on the wire (I can almost hear all the jewelry and stained glass artists going "wah, wah, wah"). But leave it to me to do myself an injury working on such a simple project. Anyway, I stayed up until 2am, determined to get them done and thereby clear a large mess off my kitchen counter. Mission accomplished. Now, back to the stuff I SHOULD be doing!
Friday, October 7, 2011
Sage Advice From Steve Jobs
Not being a techie, I can't say I ever felt one way or the other about Apple. In fact, the IPhone I just bought is, as far as I can recollect, the first Apple product I've ever owned (more on that later). We have PCs at the house, and what I call my IPod is really a Creative Zen. Ipod is just easier to say. Anyway, whatever millions or billions that Steve Jobs made, none of it was attributable to my household.
I was saddened to hear of Steve's death, if only because I knew he had just recently retired. My dad, who was of course much older when he died, had a long, long retirement to enjoy. That's how it should be, I think, but of course it's anything but a perfect world. So let's just say, I didn't really know much of anything about Steve Jobs except that he co-founded Apple.
Every once in a while, you see or hear something that just stops you dead in your tracks and makes the light bulb go on. I had just such a moment while watching the news broadcast announcing Steve's passing. They showed the clip in which he gave what was, if I remember correctly, the commencement speech at Stamford. The thing that grabbed my ear was this: "Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice". I know so many people to whom this notion has never occurred, and that's just sad. Imagine living your life doing what everyone else thinks you should be doing, resolutely shushing your inner voice just so you can "fit in" or live up to someone else's expectations. How many artists' and musicians' work would we never get to see and hear if they didn't listen to their inner voice? What does YOUR inner voice whisper when no one's listening?
I was saddened to hear of Steve's death, if only because I knew he had just recently retired. My dad, who was of course much older when he died, had a long, long retirement to enjoy. That's how it should be, I think, but of course it's anything but a perfect world. So let's just say, I didn't really know much of anything about Steve Jobs except that he co-founded Apple.
Every once in a while, you see or hear something that just stops you dead in your tracks and makes the light bulb go on. I had just such a moment while watching the news broadcast announcing Steve's passing. They showed the clip in which he gave what was, if I remember correctly, the commencement speech at Stamford. The thing that grabbed my ear was this: "Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice". I know so many people to whom this notion has never occurred, and that's just sad. Imagine living your life doing what everyone else thinks you should be doing, resolutely shushing your inner voice just so you can "fit in" or live up to someone else's expectations. How many artists' and musicians' work would we never get to see and hear if they didn't listen to their inner voice? What does YOUR inner voice whisper when no one's listening?
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