Developing Usable Experiences

Cowboy Funk

February 27th, 2008 10:58 pm —  140 views

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I’m sitting here listening to Pearl Jam’s version of “Love, Reign O’er Me”1. And I’m feeling the cowboy funk2. I’m on spring break and W. is somewhere in downtown New York and I’m…well, like I said…I’m sitting here feeling a funk

Leveraging the power of ITunes, I just downloaded a song I heard in the grocery store the other day. Joe Cocker’s, “You are so beautiful.” What an impressionable singer. All rasp and passion and bridled energy.

So there is this funk that I mentioned. You can probably tell that something has been on mind given my latest rants. Sometimes circumstances encourage me to concentrate on certain things. This place is a convenient way for me to circle and probe ponderables of interest.

Recently I’ve received input and guidance from others that knocked me a little off balance which in turn made me zoom out to assess the situation at a higher-level3. It is never what I think.

The last two posts were boring as hell. I know this but I needed to find some clarification in my self.4 I can tell myself that I’m not thinking about readers or numbers…but in a way I am. Attention is a scarce resource and whether you reach this sentence or not, I may never know. Unless I survey you … and you take the time to answer. But really, who does that? Surveys are for marketing and they don’t matter do they? If asked what you think, why answer? Even if others are interested why share a word with them?

Nothing happens in an instant. What happens over time can be guided to some degree but there is a significant part of circumstance that result from the unique variables involved. Often similar, always unique, IDs should not be reused. And Ruby doesn’t suck. It must be something else.

“Any day now, any day now, I shall be released.” – Nina

Image: This weekend I climbed through the scuttle hole into the attic of my garage. From there I climbed like a monkey into the attic of my house. Rising 25 or 30 feet, my attic is a jungle gym of 2x4s. I was investigating a water spot on the ceiling of our living room but didn’t find anything. This is a picture I took of myself in the attic above the garage before I entered the Cathedral of Wasted Space. I have a flashlight on my head and one hanging from a belt loop. I used a bandanna over my mouth and nose for when I’m sweeping paths through the insulation.

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  1. From the movie, similarly named. [↩]
  2. Cowboy Funk is the title of a Cowboy Bebop session that I watched earlier this night. I know how Spike felt. And no, I’m not named after this guy, though it would be cool if I were. [↩]
  3. I know thats all nerdy sounding but I walk a thin line here sometimes and being obtuse is all I got. [↩]
  4. And I’m observing traffic patterns. Not a lot of readers. [↩]

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  1. Dawn on February 27th, 2008 11:12 pm

    Agree that ID’s are unique and shouldn’t be reused. Disagree about Ruby. At least for right now.

  2. mom on February 29th, 2008 12:16 pm

    My dear son,

    I just want you to know…that if you fall and break your neck, you will not go to the store with me.

    And, don’t be so hard on yourself. You think too much. Be like me, I rarely think.

    I love you…Ma

  3. Spike on March 1st, 2008 8:53 am

    My dear ma,

    You are probably right…but I’m not going to think about it.

    And thanks for the note. It feels good to know you’re out there and worried about my neck.

    I love you too…Son

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