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  • VA2SFX 8:00 pm on April 20, 2017 Permalink | Reply
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    Spring garden as snow melts 

    It’s tough to capture with a camera, the beauty of a sloppy wet garden emerging from the snow, having been heavily mulched the year before. Winterkill oats and teff, parsely rotting to black. Old garlic stalks. Many many bags of leaves gathered from the winter. Embedded experiments, plants coming back to life you thought were never alive in the first place. I almost care more about creating the right textures now, what materials that consists of, and what the soil life effects are. The plants are kind of just along for the ride for me rn. They are harvestable indicators. I want to see the full processes of them as they generate and regenerate across cycles. Growths and decays. Periodicity. Wavelengths. Creating leprechaun habitat.













     
  • VA2SFX 12:10 am on January 5, 2017 Permalink | Reply
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    How my 👀 work when I read Medium 

    Writing for drunks and scanners

    I’m a scanner*, I won’t lie…

    * I am not as skilled as SF Ali who appears to be able to read every word of every article on the platform and recommend it. 

    For my daily information ingestion routine, I find instead there’s simply no way to consume media out of a “feed” (however tailored) without scanning for the bits that interest you — foraging.

    There’s just too much out there.


    I think my eyes in general on Medium work like this, but like fast:

    [Image source]

    “Special sauce”

    It’s like diagonal streams of words open up and I look unconsciously for keywords that interest me, or structural elements that draw or hold eyeflow as I scroll down the page… *


    I know, these are very first-world problems of people who spend too much time on the web, but what can I say? var guilty = true;

    * If via scanning the whole thing meets some mysterious criteria I can’t quite articulate, I may even go in and start reading "old school"--if I have time. 
    // (Because I'm old-school like that) 
    BUT there is so much little clicky-flashy-blinking junky stuff out there on the internet competing for my limited cyber-attention. GAAARGH!

    I think this reading/scanning effect on Medium I’m describing is neither good nor bad in itself, but as a writer/content-producer/hustler there’s a way to manipulate it by, basically, blocking or chunking your content and making it more scanner-friendly…

    Kanye West GIF - Find & Share on GIPHY

    If your reader is constantly scrolling down while scanning content, you have to manipulate the both the gaps *and* the focal points in articles.

    Like so:

    Headlines make you stop.

    Your eyes get drawn in. Especially if they are short and punchy and packed with keywords I know and trust, I might even read into that paragraph before….

    — Losing interest. Hm, got any pictures?

    Then I start scanning again — you can’t stop me! //Don't even try!! Here I go, watch me!


    Where was I —

    Uh, what was the subject of this post again?

    → → Oh wait, I know…

    Scanner GIF - Find & Share on GIPHY

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  • VA2SFX 10:25 pm on September 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Life Hacking, Life Lessons, Lifestyle, Work Life Balance   

    I’m pretty sure the world is ending… 

    (Photo by Wil Stewart, Unsplash)

    The past 3 weeks I’ve been OCD-scanning for and re-posting compelling environmental news headlines to the pages of Invironment. And I’ve come away with one clear message:

    We.

    Are.

    Fucked.

    This is more than just a brain burned out on reading too much news, this effect I’m seeing. The signs are everywhere when you just start putting the pieces together of what’s happening across the globe and start seeing the super-patterns, the tropes and architecture of chaos unfolding.

    Pound your podiums, politicians. Pony up your promises, but we did it to ourselves. We do it each other… and we’re not going to suddenly fix it at the last minute. This isn’t going to be a Hollywood ending; this is going to be instead the true story that happens outside the studio when the actors get fat and old, poor and unpopular and die drug-addled in an alley somewhere…

    I guess I’ve lost sight of the point of trying to warn anybody about anything.

    I mean, it’s here. Welcome. Welcome home, even. This is really happening. This is what free fall looks like. I guess you can finally call me a “hopeless environmentalist,” because I’m all tapped out. I don’t have any more advice. I’m all out of ideas. And I know I won’t be able to afford tickets on the getaway rockets.

    Guess I’ll just Netflix and 💅. Hopefully we can at least keep that running… You guys that get away, just make sure your transmission signals are strong enough to reach us desperate slobs dying back on Planet Earth.

     
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