jimmythehorn

I have nothing to contribute. All of my artistic endeavors suck. I become frustrated and abandon my efforts before I develop any real skill in the matter. Even by day, I can't seem to do anything creative. I shuffle papers, write documentation, and help make sure things conform to an artificial system of self-perpetuating nonsense. I am part of the self; I perpetuate the system. Fuck. Yesterday was an emotional rollercoaster full of rage; today was an existential crisis. What will tomorrow manage to bring to this house I games I laughingly call a mind? All of a sudden, my head collapsed. It became an intellectual singularity of directionle

I make no claim to producing good visual art. I merely enjoy the production of mediocre works for my own benefit. I have only a slightly higher impression of my musical works. Sadly, what I'm really good at remains hidden, controlled as essentially work-for-hire. I am really good at circuit design. Form and function combine spectacularly and the output seems to almost evolve on its own from conception, through schematic, to populated circuit board, with all the wonderful steps in between. While many will enjoy the function of the product, few have the opportunity to examine the form of it, at least beyond the most basic of gross form. Beca

Sight and sound. That's what we've got. A few creative devices can even do limited sensations of touch. Beyond that, though, there's no feasible way to transduce. Sight and sound are easy. Both are limited to a single form of energy and transducing from electricity to sound or electricity to light is well developed as a technology. Further transducing information into energy is also doing pretty well for itself. A few motors in a few key spots and you've even got a bit of a touch sensation. All this can be transmitted. Taste and smell present us with some problems. The transduction is chemical to electrical, and this we have not mastered so