Static Made

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Absent

If you are a regular reader, you know I have been noticeably absent from this place. Posts have slowed to a trickle and this site has become an afterthought that occurs at the end of the day when my energy is nill and my creativity has been exhausted. I have been out of the loop — this virtual, navel-gazing loop.

I am not apologizing. In fact, this is how I want it.

I have never been happier professionally. I feel challenged in a great way and I’m making interesting things with my own hands. And personally, things are wonderful. As I write this, my beautiful daughter is peacefully asleep in my lap and all is right with my world.

Days pass like they’re in fast-forward. I feel like there is no time; there is only now. I am totally and completely focused on the things I love.

I think this refreshed focus means I’ve lost touch with the scene in some way. I have little interest in commenting on the new phone or a social network’s latest strategic move. I want to watch my kid play t-ball or code a compelling gallery interactive, not burn cycles on analyzing the benefits of a larger screen on a device I have no interest in owning.

While I’m making the choices that feel natural to me, I feel bad about letting people down — readers, listeners, Andrew and others. This site isn’t going away, but it might just be effectively retired for a while. I’m sorry, but I hope you understand.

When Harmony Returns

Things have been crazy. Transition surrounds. Time and attention are at a premium. Sleep is a gift.

Life will settle shortly and balance will return. It always does.

Please forgive the infrequency of activity here. Something had to give. Andrew and I hope to be back on the airwaves next week and posting will commence again when harmony has returned.

Love

This is Adeline. She was born on August 28th at 12:16PM and tipped the scales at 8lbs 8oz. Both mom and baby are doing great.

The human heart is an amazing thing. Just when you think it is completely full and it’s operating at 100% love capacity, someone like her comes along and builds a whole new wing in the love department.

On Museums and Professional Callings

I can clearly remember the first time I set foot inside a museum. I was seven years old and it was with my second grade class on a field trip to the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia. I remember the building’s gigantic scale and the timeless nature of the artifacts on display. I remember the smell and the echo of the lobby. I remember leaving with more questions and curiosity than I had when I entered.

In the years since, my personal interests have skewed decidedly toward the arts, but my love affair with museums never left. Instead of becoming awe-inspired by dinosaurs and dioramas, I came to appreciate the delicate touch of paint on canvas, the intricate dance of melodies and harmonies, and the creative process as a whole. I will visit any museum anywhere and spend hours soaking it all in.

Not too far along into my professional career I was lucky to land a technology gig in a mid-size museum here in Pittsburgh. I made a lot of friends and took calculated risks with respect to technology and communication. I felt my work at that museum held meaning because it was helping tell compelling stories about dynamic artists and their work. We had a lot of fun along the way too. I looked forward to going to work each day in a creative environment surrounded by artistic expression.

I left that position in 2010. The story behind my decision to leave is complex and better suited for another blog post, but in short I moved on to a wonderful job in higher education at a university known the world over for its innovation. For the most part, all was well in my professional world.

Then I started to hear the calls. They started as daydreams of a blank white cube open for experimentation, but quickly progressed to visions of working full-time again in an environment surrounded by art, artists and creativity. I quickly realized how much I missed being immersed in a place of art and culture. The museum was calling me, just like it did on that spring Philadelphia day back in 1986.

This week, I acted on this calling by accepting a web and digital media position at the Carnegie Museum of Art, one Pittsburgh’s cultural gems and an international beacon of artistic excellence. The museum has a rich history and is strategically poised for great things down the road. There are some amazing projects on the horizon. I’m extremely excited about this next chapter in my professional life and I look forward to making new friends, as well as reconnecting with my museum colleagues across the globe.

That’s not to say I’m not nervous about this transition. The butterflies are certainly present. A wise woman once said, “If an opportunity scares you, you need to take it.” Change of this magnitude always comes along with an element of unease. However, I’m comforted in the fact that working in the art + tech space is my professional calling. I truly believe it’s what I’m supposed to do.

My experience during the past few weeks has shown me many things, but most importantly I’ve rediscovered how to follow my instincts and pursue the calling that is within me. My situation isn’t special, though. Callings are within all of us. You just have to listen and act.

Juxtaposition

Two years ago today, I experienced the saddest day of my life. It was a day I will never forget and a situation I hope no one else ever has to live through. Alternatively, eight years ago tomorrow, I experienced the happiest day of my life. It too was a day I will never forget, but in this case I truly wish everyone has a chance to feel the love that surrounded me on that day back in 2004.

Any time a juxtaposition of extreme emotions is compacted into a turbulent timeframe, it creates a great deal of internal tension for us. For me, these 48 hours embody a great conflict. I consistently find myself questioning the appropriateness of my feelings. How can I be simultaneously happy about this one thing and so very sad about this other thing? Why am I letting this cloud of negativity cast its dark shadow on my brilliant memories of pure joy? In all honesty, I don’t have the answers.

What I do have, though, is a vital macro-view of this 48-hour window — the ability to step back and analyze its essence. Through this window, I see the ebb-and-flow of the universe captured in a sort of time-lapse. This juxtaposition shows me the importance of mindful balance and non-attachment. It shows me that lives can be irreversibly altered in an instant and that nothing in this life is permanent. It wrangles up and presents to me the complete spectrum of all the possible feelings and emotions that exist in this world. It swallows me in an ocean of thought where tides bring and take without judgement.

This juxtaposition has taught that the past and the future do not exist. There is only this moment; there is only now. Nothing more and nothing less. Realizing this, I’ve learned to cherish every waking moment. I drink in my surroundings and live fully and completely in the present. I hold my friends and family close, and make sure they know I love them.

Only by living this way can I weather the most violent of juxtapositions and remain in a place of complete peace.

Emails to My Unborn Daughter

Dudes Day

There’s been a lot of talk lately about email. The majority of this recent writing has been about Google’s acquisition of Sparrow, a much-heralded Mac and iOS email client. Bloggers, tech pundits and average dudes are waxing philosophical about the health of the independent developer community, sustainable business models and the relevance of email itself. Good times.

There’s no denying that email is broken. Some are writing about its inherently flawed nature and obsoleteness, while others are making things in an attempt to fix it.

Spoiler: This post is also about email. It’s about email in its most basic state, irrespective of the client or vendor. It’s about potential. It’s about privacy. It’s about the promise of an agnostic platform in an age of proprietary prairies.

Let me explain.

For the past five years, I’ve been writing emails to my son. Shortly after he was born in 2007, I created an email account in his name so I could write to him throughout his childhood and then turn the account over to him when he was of age. Upon opening the account for the first time, he’d be greeted with an archive of his childhood as seen through his father’s eyes.

To date, I’ve sent him a wide array of messages ranging from short one-sentence emails just to let him know I love him to photos of special moments we’ve shared together to diary-like entries that chronicle his developments and our family’s journey together. Our daughter is due to arrive later next month, and I just created an account for her, now that we’ve decided on her name. I sent my first email to my unborn daughter last night.

Why Email?

So why email? Why not a private Facebook page or maybe a shared Evernote notebook? For me, the answers are simple. Ownership and privacy. I want to ensure ownership of the content stays with my children and that the content remains private. I’m talking about privacy in the simplest sense of the word here, not the kind of privacy networks like Facebook lead users to believe is the new standard.

Yes, I understand email can be hacked and messages can be leaked. I don’t believe total information security exists, so given the alternatives, email seems to be the least of all evils. Once content leaves our brains and becomes formalized in the ether, be it in a Moleskine journal or online, the concept of total and complete security flies out the window.

The idea here is that I want this content to exist for my kids in the long-term — when they turn 12 or 14 or 16 or whatever age is appropriate to start tooling around on the internet. Hell, my kids may look at email the way I looked at my Dad’s bell-bottoms when I was 14 and want no part of it. The point though, is that my notes will be available should they desire to access them. And I think they will. They’re good kids.

A lot of users are placing a lot of faith in Facebook and Twitter and Squarespace at the moment, but who ultimately owns the content published on those respective platforms and where will that record of life moments be in five, fifteen or twenty-five years? I’d wager that email will still be around in some form. Facebook? Not so much. Good luck exporting that content from a walled garden.

For all the flack email has been receiving lately, it’s value is proven. Sure, it’s a pain to manage professionally and inboxes are exploding with spam and bacn for many. Efficiently managed, though, email can be a beautiful thing. Email can be a living portal to years of moments — all indexed, timestamped and contextual.

Dude’s Day

I took my son to a local amusement park the other day. Just the two of us on a “Dude’s Day,” as we like to call these excursions. The amusement park was hosting a Superhero meet-and-greet, where kids could meet Spiderman, Hulk, Thor and Captain America. My son is a huge superhero fan, so he was naturally excited. We were both looking forward to this time together for days leading up to the event.

What surprised me, though, was this: As we waited in line to meet the first hero, he asked if I could take his picture and send it to his email. In that moment I realized that he understands what I’m doing and wants to be a part of it. He’s excited and eager to have access to these notes down the road. I think that’s super cool and it makes my effort worthwile.

Email isn’t perfect. Nothing is. But in this instant, and for this purpose, it’s the most appropriate tool for the job.

Introducing the ZenGeek Podcast

I’m happy to announce today that I’ve joined forces with the witty and talented Andrew Marvin, of Quarter-Life Enlightenment, to create the ZenGeek Podcast, a weekly audio program that focuses on technology and mindfulness, in addition to a wide array of other related topics.

Episode 001: Introductions is now available. In it we introduce ourselves, talk about our goals for the show and cover my recent trip to the dentist, as well as Andrew’s extensive bass guitar collection.

You can subscribe to the podcast using iTunes, Instacast or your pod catcher of choice. We also have a shiny new website.

I’m very excited to be a part of this project and look forward to diving deep each week on meaningful topics with Andrew. We’re like-minded souls.

A word about the Static Made Podcast

I have decided to retire the Static Made Podcast in order to focus on this new project with Andrew. The eleven episodes I produced are archived here for posterity, but the show has been effectively removed from iTunes.

A big thanks to all my SM Podcast guests and subscribers. You have shown me the promise of the podcast as a creative and independent medium, and I hope you’ll join me on this new journey.

Waves

Ocean waves embody the balance I strive to achieve throughout my life. They are dependable with respect to their tides, yet random in their frequency and unpredictable in their approach.

Waves are the fingers of the infinite ocean, crafting the stability of land over time. They create because it is inherent within their nature. They eradicate with that same nature.

Tides are both powerful and gentle. They bring and they take. They seek their own level because they know nothing more.

These are the qualities toward which I work.

A Fish Out of Water

Sometimes removing yourself from a situation can work wonders. Having the ability to step back and view a problem from a new perspective — through a lens of clarity — can tremendously impact personal growth.

I’m spending this week on vacation in an undisclosed location with my family. We are completely out of our normal routine and experiencing the world with as little stress as possible. Only two days into our trip, this fresh perspective is already having a great effect on my son.

Elliott has been taking swim lessons for a while now back home. He absolutely loves swimming but he is very afraid to put his face under the water. He’s been afraid of doing this for a long time.

Just yesterday however, while playing around in the pool together, I noticed Elliott taking big breaths and dunking his hole body under the water. While under, he was moving his arms in a breast-stroke fashion and kicking his feet like a motor boat!

When he came up for air, I told him how proud I was that he was trying so hard to swim underwater. He smiled and said how proud his swimming teacher would be too.

When I asked him why he wouldn’t try swimming underwater at home during his swimming lessons, but felt brave enough to try it now, he replied that he felt brave because we were on vacation.

By taking him out of the regimen of a formal class and infusing a high level of low-stress fun, he felt comfortable enough to push his boundaries. He is growing because his concept of what he can and can’t do has been reframed.

This isn’t so much about vacation as it is about staying fresh and looking at things from different angles. It’s huge, not only for children, but for working adults who become consumed by routine and pattern. I’m as guilty with this as the next guy, so I’ll be monitoring it this week and following the lead of my son.

34 Goals for My 34th Year

As a kid, I remember looking forward to my birthday for months in advance. Each year during the days leading up to June 26th, I remember bursting with excitement about turning one year older.

When you’re young, birthdays mean something. Among many other things, they signify independance, freedom, responsibility and permission. As we get older, however, birthdays take on completely different meanings. In recent years I’ve found they represent fleeting time and an annual reminder of mortality.

I turn 34 today and in an attempt to bring back some enthusiasm to my birthday, I’ve decided to publicly issue a year-long challenge to myself. Thirty-four goals for my thirty-fourth year, if you will.

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