Made in the USA
A nice, compact article about how we work.
Tangent 1:
I got the oddest internal reaction going, too. In part, I was working with certain web design elements, a highly fluid medium. But in part, my content, I struggle with the craftsmanship therein.
Tangent 2:
Part of that column’s point, though, I’ve seen before. Echo of the opening bit, still one of my favorites in lit, of Snow Crash.
Tangent 3:
The first book I got out has a half-dozen typographical errors. It’s that “fast and loose with deadlines” influence. Get it out fast, and worry about revision later. The “Made in America” way.
Originally, when I was first working on the idea, I was using Wal-Mart as an example. At the time, Sam Walton’s spirit was still in charge, and it was low prices on products that were all made in America. These days? Little different story. The last quote I’d read, currently undocumented, is that Wal-Mart consumed 10% of China’s export. One retailer.
Because the drive and my internal sensibilities changed, at the last minute, I dropped the “shopping at Wal-Mart after midnight” examples and changed it up a little. It’s the continually changing face of our republic?
Back to that other tangent:
Hammer it out, but halfway through the process, like in a movie, or according to the article, writing software, or, according to me, writing horoscopes, or writing anything, part of the process is the let it take control. Don’t interfere with the muse, wherever that bimbo wants to run. It’s a process of discovery. It’s a process.
Tangent 4:
The author of the article talks about his experience of buying an iPod. Elsewhere, there’s a whole range of accolades about the packaging of the iPod. When I got my second iPod, I wasn’t the least bit concerned with the packaging – that material was recycled within minutes of arrival. What I like is the experience – how easy is it to load music, how long the battery lasts, what the sound is like. The experience of using the hardware, not how the thing is packed. Packaged. Marketed. Whatever.
Quite unrelated:
I sent a cousin a news link about archeology and so forth in his area. Me? I was just curious.
>> You wrote:
>> Seattle Times
>I used to pull wood from a “green chain” on that property when it was M & R Timber.
Which means, I’m related to a logger? (He’s actually more erudite than that, but it doesn’t make as good copy – an advanced degree in Math or something, if I recall.)
Two-Meat Monday:
Which was a pair of girl for chart readings. Plus some live bait. River’s been running something like – like? A lot?
2004-11-22 07:30:32.000 35344 CFS
“This flow tends to level off as the water moves downstream, with summer flow rates ranging from 1,500 to 2,000 cfs.”
I seem to remember, might be completely wrong, but what I recall was that the river here is usually 10,000 CFS, whereas it looks like that peak, just over 35,000 CFS is more than three times the average. Makes sense to me.
Which has nothing to do with the worms I left in that girl’s car. Dang.
The other side of midnight:
It’s dark and lonely. The river is either flowing by the bucketful or not. I was listening to an Aries on the speaker phone, trying to sort out details for January in El Paso, and idly surfing the web in the background – multi-tasking. I stumbled across this article, for the second time. It’s all about copyright and other pitfalls (more like pratfalls) in publishing.
But one of the page’s links led me to a completely different chain of thought. In between someplace last night, I was on the radio again. I looked at a half-dozen charts, made a few prognostications and observations, and then rung off the phone.
I dealt with individuals. Not groups. While I do deal with groups, as in groups of signs, I tend to deal with individuals. Not groups as a whole.
Where was I going with this?
“You kids, stay off my lawn!”