Written 24 April 2019
Everyone you’ve ever met has a copy of a file. A file that was created the moment you met. It’s updated each time you see or speak to them. In it are your personality, your likes & dislikes, hobbies and habits. And if long periods of time pass before you speak again or you never interact with them again, that file doesn’t get updated. They remember the you in that very moment in time and all the iterations prior, but none newer. There’s something kind of sad about that. There’s no way of updating that file for them like a…
I knew we were in a dream as soon as I couldn’t remember what I did earlier that day. But then again, that’s been happening more often lately in waking hours too. Maybe I couldn’t be so sure. I usually play along as if everything is real in dreams as it is — what with the night terrors and all.
We leave the beach just when it’s beginning to quiet down for the day. These are the times when I stay and soak in the tranquil ocean sounds and hope to steal from the sand whatever warmth is left from…
Why I Abandoned Learning to Code, or, How I Learned to Love Art Again
Freelancing is a treacherous journey and sometimes it can feel like you’re navigating blind. When clues of storms on the horizon suggest a change in heading…
Ok, I’ll spare you the sailing the open seas metaphors.
A few years ago, high-profile creatives and industry experts urged everyone to learn to code because the skill would be a prerequisite for all jobs moving forward. There was a panic (and dread for some) among creatives followed by a lot of introspection and questioning. This is where the now…
So there’s a guy. And he’s walking to the laundromat. Things are all bright and vibrant. He’s smiling because he feels that way when he’s in touch with the universe. Everything just feels right. It’s not that the hues of the world were shifted up passed 100% — supersaturated — it’s that he feels like they were sitting at around 80% and now he’s seeing what it’s supposed to be like. A few days like that come to mind. There’s a specific aesthetic to the feeling too — it feels like car washes in the driveway while the music plays…
Over the summer, on my way home to Astoria, I transferred from the 7 at Queensboro Plaza, climbed the stairs, and waited for the next N. It was hot and there was a noticeable irritation on the platform over the lack of trains. I put my duffle bag down and leaned my back against a beam. Behind me, I could here banter that was anything but innocuous “locker room talk”. Being a product of a parent that served in the military for three decades, I learned indispensable skills for today’s society, like situational awareness. …
The era of the beard is here to stay.
Let’s skip the intro and dive right in, shall we?
Shave. Yes. That’s right. Shave. The goal here is to begin this endeavor with a solid foundation. Have you ever been to the Apple Store to troubleshoot your iPhone or Mac and had a technician suggest that you get a fresh start by reinstalling a clean copy of the operating system because the issues were too widespread to identify or address individually? That’s a mouthful, I know. What I’m saying, is that sometimes, the best method for repair is destruction. To use another analogy, some plots of land are better…
How many times has someone expressed that you are “so talented” when looking at your work? Those individuals that tell you that you were “blessed by God” or some other higher power, or that you must get these abilities from your “lineage”, or that it somehow has to do with some arbitrary classification, be it your ethnicity or sexuality or gender or even sometimes, ridiculously enough, your left or right brain, as if to suggest that we have a collection of them that match up with a compass. I’m sure you typically smile and nod politely, thanking them for their…
There have been a few projects I’ve been working on this year so far that I’m ecstatic to see through to the end and share with you all. I hinted at one or two in a tweet prior to the new year and many of you told me that you were rather stoked to see me up and creating again now that I’m healthier than 2013. Let me tell you, that has been so inspirational to me and even more so motivational (see earlier post about The Artist’s ‘Fire Triangle’ ).
Here and then, I need to pause and reflect…
Another Summer has come… and so far… gone. Here I am in my just-over-500-sq.-ft. studio wondering if I’ll be able to even get outside for a few minutes, let alone repair this awful tan of mine that I’ve lost since I moved from Florida. What might I be talking about you ask? Why aren’t I enjoying the season I long for year in and year out? Well, I have had yet another major flare-up. I’ve had three thus far this year, each one rendering me hospitalized for more than a week, and at the beginning of July, I had yet…
When I’m in a room, I’m black; I’m white. The room itself is black and white. At work, at home, at a bar; its all black and white. Everything is monochrome. Sure, there is color, but its all the same. I feel immediate.
But when I’m at the beach, I’m grey.
The beach is the one place I can go where I feel infinite. I feel as much a part of me as I do the rest of everything around me. I’m the sand; I’m the surf; I’m the man fishing at the end of the pier. I’m everywhere and…
Frank Fuhrmeister
Only here for a brief time, so just hoping to make the most of it while passing through.
