Posts tagged with ‘creativity’:

Why running a Web design company is like playing the bass

Mark O\'BrienLet me begin this post with a few words about my great friend Mark O’Brien.  Mark and I have been friends since early 2001, when we were both living in Providence; since then, Mark has moved to North Carolina, I’ve moved to California, and I don’t get to see him nearly as much as I would like.  The projects White Whale has undertaken for Duke University have given me an excuse to visit him occasionally over the last few years, but it’s just not enough.  Fortunately, he’ll be the best man at my wedding in September, so we’ll have some quality time then. And we both run Web companies now (his is called Newfangled, and has a better Web site than mine), so we talk shop from time to time.

Mark and I played in a band together in Providence (that’s how we met).  He plays bass, and he really is one of the best bass players I’ve ever known.  A lot of dudes who play the bass are really just guitar players who dabble on the bass, usually as a way to get into other people’s bands; Mark really lives and breathes the bass.  He’s just awesome.

Not long after moving to Oakland, I joined a band myself, as a bass player.  (I’m a guitarist, but I dabble on the bass, usually as a way to get into other people’s bands.)  In order to pass as a real bass player, I figured I needed some respectable equipment, so I called Mark for advice.  And I have thought a lot since then about what he told me.
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I want all of my old teeth back

I went to a kindergarten meeting at my partner’s daughter’s school the other evening.  Teacher Hans was talking about the importance of telling stories to the children, bedtime or otherwise, and a great majority of this room of fairly well-off/successful adults simply went to pieces at the thought of having to rely on their imaginations to tell the stories rather than to utilize the imaginations of others per their/their editor’s dictation.

Really? There isn’t even enough imagination left to make up a story to entertain a half-asleep five year old? At what point did we stop pretending that sticks were really swords made in the explicit interest of vanquishing evil? That the grass was lava and if your balance slipped from the edge of the sidewalk you’d be burned alive? That fist-sized rocks were merely feasts in disguise? Read more »