Fearlessness.

Gods and Demons: Tom and Steve

On Gods and Demons

Two influentually significant (and statistically insignificant) types of humans walk the earth: demons and gods.

Demons, as the wise man says, "are let loose upon the earth to lower the standards of humanity."

Gods illustrate the glory of art, life and ourselves.

Popularity and fame do not factor into this equation. I have dozens of gods in my life who you'll likely never hear about, who will never have 500,000 Twitter followers or grace the cover of "Us" magazine.

A God: Tom Waits

Not just a musical god, mind you; he's a poet of frightening ability.

Uniquely anachronistic, the man lives outside the boundaries of time and space as we know it. Every cell percusses, fearlessly communicating messages which resonate like all humanity's mamillian love and reptilian fear.

Don't believe me? Try him on for 40 hours (pandora.com | lastfm.com) and let me know.

Don't Go Into That Barn

Black cellophane sky at midnite
A big blue moon with three gold rings
I called Champion to the window
I pointed up above the trees

That’s when I heard my name in a scream
coming from the woods, out there
I let my dog run off the chain
I locked my door real good with a chair

Don’t go into that barn, yea
I said: don’t go into that barn, yea

Everett Lee broke loose again,
it's worse than the time before
Because he’s high on potato and tulip wine
fermented in the muddy rain, of course

A drunken wail, a drunken train
blew through the birdless trees
Oh, you’re alone alright
You're alone alright
How did I know
How did I know

Don’t go into that barn, yea
I said: don’t go into that barn, yea

An old black tree, scratching up the sky
with boney, claw like fingers
A rusty black rake
Digging up the turnips of a muddy cold grey sky

Shiny tooth talons
coiled for grabbing a stranger happening by
And the day went home early
and the sun sank down into the muck of a deep dead sky

Don’t go into that barn, yea
I said: don’t go into that barn, yea

Back since Saginaw Calinda was born,
it's been cotton and soyabeans, tobacco and corn
Behind the porticoed house of a long dead farm
they found the falling down timbers
of a spooky old barn

Out there like a slave ship upside down
Wrecked beneath the waves of grain
When the river is low
they find old bones and
when they plow they always dig up chains

Don’t go into that barn, yea
I said: don’t go into that barn, yea

Did you bury your fire?
Yes sir!
Did you cover your tracks?
Yes sir!
Did you bring your knife?
Yes sir!
Did they see your face?
No sir!
Did the moon see you?
No sir!
Did you go cross the river?
Yes sir!
Did you fix your rake?
Yes sir!
Did you stay down wind?
Yes sir!
Did you hide your gun?
Yes sir!
Did you smuggle your rum?
Yes sir!
I said: how did I know
How did I know
How did I know

A Demon: Steve Jobs

The Steve radiates evil like Kim Jong Il.

More on this later.

An Old Lesson | Mea Maxima Culpa

In the late twentieth century, around 1998 or so, I worked on a short film with a great group of about ten people.

A film nut, this incredible opportunity afforded me the space to play both the Writer and Director roles.

I chose, however, role models which exemplified the opposite of team members, who approached the medium more as dictators and final say types. After three days, the crew rightly mutanied and the project halted like a dog reaching the end of its chain at 35 miles an hour.

Years later I understood.

I did not provide an environment which promoted discussion nor did I listen to people who were in fact experts.

I did not respect the team aspect of filmmaking.

My apologies, team. I failed you. I hope I didn't spoil your experience permanently.

When you see me again, demand a dinner or night on the town and I will gratefully oblige.

I can think. I can wait. I can fast.

I've been waiting for this for a decade.

I designed my first touchscreen application in Flash in 2000, ten years ago. Since then I've been hooked.

I'm actually giddy.

I've already got an application completed.

I guess I'm shopping today.

My G1 is dead. Long live my G1.

I Have a Solution : Inflation and Currencies

The Problem: Currencies Inaccurately Measure Value

Economist know this. Goverments both know and exploit this.

According to recent reports, "Avatar" passed "Titanic" as the worldwide top grossing film of all time generating $1.86 billion. "Gone With the Wind"? A paltry $400 million, trailing such universally beloved cultural masterpieces as "Hancock", "National Treasure: Book of Secrets" and the near perfect "The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor". Using this methodology, "Gone With the Wind" made a little less than 22% of "Avatar's" revenue and is falling behing each day Cameron's 3D project remains in the theater.

This, of course, is wholy innaccurate. One dollar in 1939, when "Gone With the Wind" was released, was worth $15.42 in 2010. (Keep in mind these numbers are linked to government figures, and I don't recommend blindly trusting any government.)

In realty, measuring with inflation adjusted dollars—a term which implies accurate value—"Gone With the Wind" created $1.51 billion while "Avatar" has pocketed a paltry $558 million. "Gone With the Wind" actually grossed 271% of "Avatar's" revenue.

Because the unit dollar (or any currency for that matter) does not contain enough information our assesment of theatrical value is innacurate to the tune of over 1200%.

No financial planner on the planet could keep a client if their books were off by 25% let alone 1258%.

The Solution: Lock Currencies in Time

Adjusted dollars conceivable already do this. Why not use them constantly? Looking past the obvious answers (such as governments hold more sway when truths are obfuscated, etc.), let's look for a legit solution.

The Proposal: !$

Peg the value of every currency to 2001.01.01 00:00:01 UTC (the first second of the new millenium) and illustrate this by adding an exclamation point before the dollar sign. Reading it aloud, we'd say "real dollars" or "universal dollars" instead of "dollars", which would also share the meme.

For example, !$200 would mean the current equivalent value of $200 dollars at midnight on the first day of the third millenium BCE.

(I'd recommend using a similar markup to UTC, saying u$ for "universal dollar", however we still need to identify countries with characters when speaking about about currencies. US$, NZ$, et. al. Plus the cognitive emotional power of an exclamation point could have subtle leverage.)

While using new symbols seems conceptually attractive on the surface, I'd recommend using a simple, easy combination of existing glyphs to expidite adoption. Even if Chank himself designed the perfect symbol for each currency, getting everyone on the planet to update their fonts, add the ability to operating systems, buy new keyboards, learn keystrokes, et. al. would by nearly impossible.

(Keep an eye on how quickly the SarcMark—a good idea, though not original—gets adopted to see what I'm talking about. Especially at $2 a license.)

This also doesn't allow government backlash: "The real renminbi symbol is illegal."

The Tools

If anyone if truly interested, I know of a couple of tools which solve this problem (and goes beyond). Contact me if you're curious.

References, tangents and thank yous:

Wikipedia
Box Office Mojo
Shadow Stats
DollarTimes

Time to Dig

I'm rooting my phone.

I need the thing to give me about three more months of entertainment before the next generation—the ones with specs I'd like to show off my creations—enters the marketplace.

Honestly, I cannot believe this thing has lasted over a year with the general abuse I lay on computers.

After the next two hours or so of sharpening the sword and studying, I'll take a crack at it while watching the Apple hoopla.

Turtles all the way down.

Thanks for stopping by.

I'll be back after the holidays.