Homelessness is a state of mind to be certain. And I am still trapped in this wrong body. Though the body is only a confinement for the human soul, it is a pretty strong confinement and could hinder the development of the soul if abused. And settlement, which never was an option, is no longer an option.

Deus ex machina.

There is a window that is closing. I am already over 18. Approximately 1.5 years left.

Recourse

So went the book of Isaiah:

Fear not, for you will not be put to shame; And do not feel humiliated, for you will not be disgraced; But you will forget the shame of your youth, And the reproach of your widowhood you will remember no more.

And one could hope. Hope sets the soul free, and subsequently can set one free. Time and space are mere illusions while energy is everything.

Recourse

And so was:

Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: “Σιβυλλα τι θελεις?”; respondebat illa: “αποθανειν θελω.”

(I saw with my own eyes the Sibyl of Cumae hanging in a jar, and when the boys said to her, “Sibyl, what do you want?” she replied, “I want to die.”)

Perceived desperation, frustration and plausible enlightenment

ipso facto. I have made many mistakes, but I have learned from them and will be making more of them to learn more.

Obligatory plug

I newly discovered artist & musician Ólafur Arnalds.

The form itself has context. The form speaks for the content in a diminished intricate way; agreement is to be sought between the wrapper and the wrapped. Otherwise, dissonance ensues.

The design may only be related to how the bespoke object works, but how it looks like is commensurately important. Failing to cater to either is negligence and a breach of professionalism. Only the most banal commodity adjure neither, in a surprisingly lenient sense.

Good design is unobstrusive, it melts away. Good design melts away because it resonates with the form and soul of the wrapped context, be it an object or a mere passage.

Colors

Besides the 2 secret (“they’ll be out when they’re done”) projects, publiusEditor and arboreal, I will work on these stuff this week. Git’s submodule functionality totally rocks, and it had led me persuading our cofounder into buying GitHub’s paid plan. (Cabal once said at C4 on Coda Confidential, that, paraphrased, “oh the largest purchase at the time probably was a $500 SSL certificate, and we argued over that…”)

I need to pray. And yeah some stuff got ditched. They will not come back.

Colored

It ALWAYS bugs me why polished OS X text editors have flush white backgrounds. They ought to be rgba(0, 0, 0, .05), so there’s no eye strain. Flush white stuff is never honest.

More on liminal issues

Everything is fine. Flat but fine. Bodily troubles galore, but such is the unavoidable pain that being alive yields. No compromises shall besiege, and definitely. Please try judging me with my pixels (a placebo for “padding stuff”).

I have to interrupt our ordinary program and announce that sadly, audion got cut off. Things are very complicated, but in a nutshell I collaborated with 2 coders, and they ditched my (already paid) interface citing the design being too difficult to implement.

Heck.

My first iPhone app will be released under my own label then, and it would not be a book app.

Another startup team turned me down 2 weeks ago, citing a lack of experience in handling large-scale web apps. (Oh the irony; I was a photographer-wannabe 18 monthes ago.)

I need to rework my personal site and blog some day. They look pale compared to those custom-ordered pixels. Yeah, I am available starting early April, hopefully.

Colophon

If I unfriended you anywhere on Facebook, Plurk or Twitter, that is not because that I hate you; quite the opposite, our relationship is so cherished that it ought not get strained by excessibe babble from either party. Let’s switch over to plain emailing, and so be it.

Anyone interested in a CPCoderNight in Taipei?

Iconology, and tales from blatantly failed ones

Iconology is about delivering idealism, transcending the border between dream and reality. Iconology is not about perspection, nor is it related to realism. Photorealism is a word often used and cited in retrospection, but in actuality it’s far off. Iconology is the art of delivering an ideal in terms of visual metaphors, that melts and immerses in an universal sense.

So using a 3D suite for icons is a pesky move, and needs careful consideration. Apple’s LLVM icon is not done with 3D, but meticulously constructed planear 2D vector graphics. And whenever somebody points you to the Human Interface Guideline, bear in mind that it’s no lesser than the W3C’s CSS 3 book — both standards in progress, and whatmore in retrospection.

Remember that the guideline is in itself anecdotally a guideline. Guidelines are meant to be followed like rules, and rules are ought to be broken by those gifted with adequate merit.

Beginners shall study photography and learn what not to do (I assume that all interested iconologists are merited, and would never resort to a yet more planear mind; I believe in individuals).

So be it. It is hilariously exciting to nit-pick my own old work and find the faults.

a sensation rises and passes

Has been cleansing own mind and throwing stuff out all night long. It is amazing to look backwards and connect the dots thru detriti, pieces of bad typography (all once considered superior at the time being, which I am kind of ashamed of), immature visuals and similar objects less than immaculate.

A sensation rose and passed.

Chastised.

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status liminal

There is little need to explain, and I do think that everybody would say, “duh.” It is so apparent isn’t it?

Fi Sneak

Draft (of the process) yet to be published. That’s my first Mac app icon, done entirely with vectors. I am not ashamed of its quality, which is a good omen. There might be some minor adjustments amended; the image shown here is not final.

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Nota

— Death and all his friends. Had dream, met UFO, gone to the past, saw blue-eyed people in Asian build. Talked. Hit trunk, rode vertically-sliding elevator.

— Normal pacing is done so for the idiots and the self-humiliating ones, who dared not proceed faster than a tortoise, needed constant pampering, and could not even read one entire line at a time.

— But I still feel lonesome. However, am relocating. Hunting for projects.

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Nota

Goal of ’10: Become a better person. Become a better designer. Solve more issues. Create more work. Becoming a better person is no easy matter, needs stamina, and is not fail-safe. And there’s only one chance.

p.s. Start saving for your retirement when you get your first paycheck. I didn’t (sincerely they always appear in trollies of books), and wished that I did.