Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Howl 2.0
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::STATUS: ON GOING AND ACTIVE:::::::::::::::::::::::::::
I’m at the Design Indaba in Cape Town, South Africa, which is one of the biggest design/art/culture conferences in the world. Martha Stewart is even putting in an appearance.
At the conference, there’s a twitterfall, a small physical wall devoted to tweets about the Design Indaba. Every tweet tagged with either #desginindaba or #diexpo will appear on that wall for everyone to see.
We’re going to read poetry on it.
We’re going to be reading a poem I wrote based on the conference and the people here. It’s called Howl 2.0 and it’s based on the original Howl poem written by Allen Ginsberg.
The poem is modular. That means, it doesn’t matter in what order it is read.
You will decide the order in which it is read. You will remix it and create it live.
Participation in this guarantees twitter membership of the ESAN (Elite Secret Army Of Ninjas).
I will be filming of it what I can.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::WHAT YOU NEED TO DO:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Go through the poem below and find a verse you like. Copy and paste it (WITH THE HASHTAGS) and tweet it.
A minute later (or 5 minutes if you’re worried about spamming) find another one and tweet it again.
Continue to do this as long as this post on this blog remains visible or I signal on twitter (twitter.com/pleasefindthis) to stop.
Godspeed,
Me
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Howl 2.0:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
I saw the best minds of a generation speak for free to an audience that paid to hear them.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who paid another 40 bucks for parking.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who felt it was worth it.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who fell asleep.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who woke up.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who wanted to make silver clouds.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who went back to work to make brochures.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who waited for briefs to do something amazing.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who never knew they didn’t need permission to change the world.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who needed 50 bucks to get online for half-an-hour.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who got word out about what was happening.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who knew everything about wanting.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who knew nothing about having.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who wore violent clothing.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who made boring work.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who paid 2 bucks to ask a question.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who needed an answer.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who filled foreign templates
#designindaba #diexpo
Who used original content.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who spent their lives getting in.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who spend their lives getting out.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who found more substance in a child’s poetry.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who found nothing in their best headlines.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who scribbled frantically.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who used beer flavoured pens.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who forgot to tell the tourists not to walk down dark alleys.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who swore to never teach their children to draw.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who thought they’d be famous, just like everyone else.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who call people who comment on their articles “bloggers.”
#designindaba #diexpo
Who read magazines about trends that put the word “computer” in quotes.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who walked out of science lecturers because they thought there was no art in life.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who sponsored your colours and then became their client on Monday.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who ran screaming from art when they heard they might starve.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who sacrificed their sleep.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who wore sandals to work and used it as a license to harass the girls.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who smoked their cigarettes to the bone in the hope of finding an idea.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who mistook a photoshop filter for art.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who thought finding ideas in their inbox was work.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who were friends when they studied but hated each other when they worked.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who filmed every talk but has never shared them.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who knew that they people who should’ve been there, couldn’t afford it.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who were told they’d become rich and still worry about the rent.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who politely said hello and then “Where are you now?”
#designindaba #diexpo
Who only ate well when the boss was paying.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who draws just for fun.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who called talking to your friends “social media.”
#designindaba #diexpo
Who were lucky to wear suits by choice.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who knew what should’ve won, whenever they didn’t.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who spoke about being free from behind their firewalls.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who “once tweeted something.”
#designindaba #diexpo
Who turned a studio into a family.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who thought being nervous was chewing gum.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who shot themselves in the head with their own cameras.
#designindaba #diexpo
I’m at the Design Indaba in Cape Town, South Africa, which is one of the biggest design/art/culture conferences in the world. Martha Stewart is even putting in an appearance.
At the conference, there’s a twitterfall, a small physical wall devoted to tweets about the Design Indaba. Every tweet tagged with either #desginindaba or #diexpo will appear on that wall for everyone to see.
We’re going to read poetry on it.
We’re going to be reading a poem I wrote based on the conference and the people here. It’s called Howl 2.0 and it’s based on the original Howl poem written by Allen Ginsberg.
The poem is modular. That means, it doesn’t matter in what order it is read.
You will decide the order in which it is read. You will remix it and create it live.
Participation in this guarantees twitter membership of the ESAN (Elite Secret Army Of Ninjas).
I will be filming of it what I can.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::WHAT YOU NEED TO DO:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Go through the poem below and find a verse you like. Copy and paste it (WITH THE HASHTAGS) and tweet it.
A minute later (or 5 minutes if you’re worried about spamming) find another one and tweet it again.
Continue to do this as long as this post on this blog remains visible or I signal on twitter (twitter.com/pleasefindthis) to stop.
Godspeed,
Me
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Howl 2.0:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
I saw the best minds of a generation speak for free to an audience that paid to hear them.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who paid another 40 bucks for parking.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who felt it was worth it.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who fell asleep.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who woke up.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who wanted to make silver clouds.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who went back to work to make brochures.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who waited for briefs to do something amazing.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who never knew they didn’t need permission to change the world.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who needed 50 bucks to get online for half-an-hour.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who got word out about what was happening.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who knew everything about wanting.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who knew nothing about having.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who wore violent clothing.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who made boring work.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who paid 2 bucks to ask a question.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who needed an answer.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who filled foreign templates
#designindaba #diexpo
Who used original content.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who spent their lives getting in.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who spend their lives getting out.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who found more substance in a child’s poetry.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who found nothing in their best headlines.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who scribbled frantically.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who used beer flavoured pens.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who forgot to tell the tourists not to walk down dark alleys.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who swore to never teach their children to draw.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who thought they’d be famous, just like everyone else.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who call people who comment on their articles “bloggers.”
#designindaba #diexpo
Who read magazines about trends that put the word “computer” in quotes.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who walked out of science lecturers because they thought there was no art in life.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who sponsored your colours and then became their client on Monday.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who ran screaming from art when they heard they might starve.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who sacrificed their sleep.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who wore sandals to work and used it as a license to harass the girls.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who smoked their cigarettes to the bone in the hope of finding an idea.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who mistook a photoshop filter for art.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who thought finding ideas in their inbox was work.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who were friends when they studied but hated each other when they worked.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who filmed every talk but has never shared them.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who knew that they people who should’ve been there, couldn’t afford it.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who were told they’d become rich and still worry about the rent.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who politely said hello and then “Where are you now?”
#designindaba #diexpo
Who only ate well when the boss was paying.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who draws just for fun.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who called talking to your friends “social media.”
#designindaba #diexpo
Who were lucky to wear suits by choice.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who knew what should’ve won, whenever they didn’t.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who spoke about being free from behind their firewalls.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who “once tweeted something.”
#designindaba #diexpo
Who turned a studio into a family.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who thought being nervous was chewing gum.
#designindaba #diexpo
Who shot themselves in the head with their own cameras.
#designindaba #diexpo
Friday, February 19, 2010
Friday Facebook Message
Dear You,
I’m feeling a lot better this week than I was last week.
I’ve taken someone up on their offer of helping out with the caption contest, I won’t start the next one until I’ve finished judging this one (please stop entering for now).
There are a few hundred blogs out there that are inspired by the I Wrote This For You project, I know because I track the words “I Wrote This For You” and “pleasefindthis” and other key words based off entries to see where the project goes and what people say about it, which leads me to them.
Some of these projects go on with my complete blessing because they asked me first or they told me what they were doing, or quite simply they had the good sense and common decency to state somewhere on the page
“This is what we’re doing and we were inspired to do it by these guys.”
These are some of the ones I’ve particularly enjoyed.
http://theartistandthewriter.blogspot.com/
http://thehistoryofhumandesire.com/about-this-site/
http://notesaboutyouandme.blogspot.com/
http://hubbafornow.wordpress.com/
We’re going to be start linking to and promoting these projects soon to thank them for acknowledging us, considering how many people don’t bother or think it doesn’t mater.
Here’s an example of what we really don’t like:
http://pleasefindthis.tumblr.com/
(This is the only link like this I’ll share as a) they’ve since stopped and b) the rest of the rip-off artists can rot in obscurity for all I care. But trust me that there are, literally, hundreds of them.)
They stole our entire identity without our consent. And the only reason they could have for mimicking us without acknowledging us, is egotism. They know that a lot of people like the I Wrote This For You project, so they figure a lot of people will like them too.
This flies in the very face of what we do, which I imagine is why people who try and do that lack any real substance behind their words and they feel flat and lifeless on the page, like some kind of twisted Hallmark version of us.
Which is why we appreciate the people who do link back to us so much.
In the greater scheme of things, we’re not that big. We’re a moderately successful garage band of a blog which is run off time and money that we put in ourselves.
If we ever end up making a living off it, you are more than welcome to take everything. But as things stand, we don’t.
Of course, the easiest way to make money off the blog would be to advertise on it but we don’t do that. The blog itself is an experience. The fact that there’s virtually nothing there but the posts is what makes it special to me.
You’ll notice I’ve even taken off the links to the facebook group and to the twitter streams because I feel like we’ve got enough people in both right now. That might change but that’s how I feel at this point in time.
So as many of you who follow me on twitter know or if you’ve visited the blog in the last week, we’ve added a donations link on the top right of the page.
https://tipit.to/pleasefindthis
We honestly and humbly thank those who’ve donated so far.
I write for you.
Your appreciation sincerely helps justify our devotion to the project and allows us to spend more time on it, making it better.
Support the artists who inspire you. Not just us, but the painters, photographers, musicians, writers and other creative people around you, who sing because they have to but share with the world because they want to.
And if you are an artist, never be afraid of making money off your art.
As I tweeted yesterday, anyone who tells you that creativity should be free, does not make a living being creative.
Enjoy the weekend and enjoy being who you are. You deserve it.
Love,
Me
I’m feeling a lot better this week than I was last week.
I’ve taken someone up on their offer of helping out with the caption contest, I won’t start the next one until I’ve finished judging this one (please stop entering for now).
There are a few hundred blogs out there that are inspired by the I Wrote This For You project, I know because I track the words “I Wrote This For You” and “pleasefindthis” and other key words based off entries to see where the project goes and what people say about it, which leads me to them.
Some of these projects go on with my complete blessing because they asked me first or they told me what they were doing, or quite simply they had the good sense and common decency to state somewhere on the page
“This is what we’re doing and we were inspired to do it by these guys.”
These are some of the ones I’ve particularly enjoyed.
http://theartistandthewriter.blogspot.com/
http://thehistoryofhumandesire.com/about-this-site/
http://notesaboutyouandme.blogspot.com/
http://hubbafornow.wordpress.com/
We’re going to be start linking to and promoting these projects soon to thank them for acknowledging us, considering how many people don’t bother or think it doesn’t mater.
Here’s an example of what we really don’t like:
http://pleasefindthis.tumblr.com/
(This is the only link like this I’ll share as a) they’ve since stopped and b) the rest of the rip-off artists can rot in obscurity for all I care. But trust me that there are, literally, hundreds of them.)
They stole our entire identity without our consent. And the only reason they could have for mimicking us without acknowledging us, is egotism. They know that a lot of people like the I Wrote This For You project, so they figure a lot of people will like them too.
This flies in the very face of what we do, which I imagine is why people who try and do that lack any real substance behind their words and they feel flat and lifeless on the page, like some kind of twisted Hallmark version of us.
Which is why we appreciate the people who do link back to us so much.
In the greater scheme of things, we’re not that big. We’re a moderately successful garage band of a blog which is run off time and money that we put in ourselves.
If we ever end up making a living off it, you are more than welcome to take everything. But as things stand, we don’t.
Of course, the easiest way to make money off the blog would be to advertise on it but we don’t do that. The blog itself is an experience. The fact that there’s virtually nothing there but the posts is what makes it special to me.
You’ll notice I’ve even taken off the links to the facebook group and to the twitter streams because I feel like we’ve got enough people in both right now. That might change but that’s how I feel at this point in time.
So as many of you who follow me on twitter know or if you’ve visited the blog in the last week, we’ve added a donations link on the top right of the page.
https://tipit.to/pleasefindthis
We honestly and humbly thank those who’ve donated so far.
I write for you.
Your appreciation sincerely helps justify our devotion to the project and allows us to spend more time on it, making it better.
Support the artists who inspire you. Not just us, but the painters, photographers, musicians, writers and other creative people around you, who sing because they have to but share with the world because they want to.
And if you are an artist, never be afraid of making money off your art.
As I tweeted yesterday, anyone who tells you that creativity should be free, does not make a living being creative.
Enjoy the weekend and enjoy being who you are. You deserve it.
Love,
Me
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The Kindness Of Others And New Stories
If you've visited the blog in the last two days, you'll notice I've added a donations button to the top of the page, at the suggestion of several die-hard fans of the project.
We've made $25 over two days which represents the grand total of the fortune we've made doing this for four years.
(We won't ever advertise on the blog. We tried it once and I didn't sleep for a week.)
It's not a lot but it's $25 more than we had when we started.
Thank you.
Thank you for valuing us and what we do.
If you can spare something for us, to show your gratitude, we'll sincerely appreciate it.
If you have nothing to give, you have love. Give it to a stranger and that'll be payment enough for us.
Considering the donation tin seems to work, I'm also considering offering my services over it as a writer.
In other words, contact me at pleasefindthis at gmail dot com if you want the best love letter ever written, your wedding speech, the inscription on your tomb or the most beautiful post-it note ever conceived and I'll write it with you.
_________________
I've also put two new stories up on TextNovel.com just because I feel like writing more and I want to get an idea of what people like (I know what I like, people on the other hand are fickle creatures who often confound me. That's probably why I write about them).
Besides I Wrote This For You being represented there (the entries are a kind of "best of"), the new stories are (some of you might be familiar with these)
Rat In A Mess: Stories About Animals
And
Everything Is Disgusting.
I'll continue to write whatever gets the most views and abandon what doesn't cut the mustard.
You may have also noticed that there was no Valentines Day post, after all the hype. I'm not going to go into the details of why it didn't happen but let's just say that it was due to a lack of planning on my part. There's always next year.
I love you,
Me
We've made $25 over two days which represents the grand total of the fortune we've made doing this for four years.
(We won't ever advertise on the blog. We tried it once and I didn't sleep for a week.)
It's not a lot but it's $25 more than we had when we started.
Thank you.
Thank you for valuing us and what we do.
If you can spare something for us, to show your gratitude, we'll sincerely appreciate it.
If you have nothing to give, you have love. Give it to a stranger and that'll be payment enough for us.
Considering the donation tin seems to work, I'm also considering offering my services over it as a writer.
In other words, contact me at pleasefindthis at gmail dot com if you want the best love letter ever written, your wedding speech, the inscription on your tomb or the most beautiful post-it note ever conceived and I'll write it with you.
_________________
I've also put two new stories up on TextNovel.com just because I feel like writing more and I want to get an idea of what people like (I know what I like, people on the other hand are fickle creatures who often confound me. That's probably why I write about them).
Besides I Wrote This For You being represented there (the entries are a kind of "best of"), the new stories are (some of you might be familiar with these)
Rat In A Mess: Stories About Animals
And
Everything Is Disgusting.
I'll continue to write whatever gets the most views and abandon what doesn't cut the mustard.
You may have also noticed that there was no Valentines Day post, after all the hype. I'm not going to go into the details of why it didn't happen but let's just say that it was due to a lack of planning on my part. There's always next year.
I love you,
Me
Monday, February 8, 2010
The Madman Has Escaped
If for any reason you should find yourself in Japan over the next few days, you can catch an exhibition by the photographer for I Wrote This For You, the enigmatic Jon Ellis. Click on the pic for details.
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