The creative process and new computers

My correspondence has become a bit sparser these days and for that I apologize. But in all honesty I’ve really had nothing new to show you all. I’m still tinkering away on VCoT episodes, writing new projects, and having a minor crisis of faith. But since this blog is meant to inform you of the fun stuff that I have been working on and not incomplete works or my own mental anguish, I’ve not had a lot to say. I’m still working, even though you may not yet gaze upon the fruit of my toils.

That last sentence betrays my aforementioned crisis. I’m coming to terms with the idea that it is okay for me to not have a finished show for people to watch on a daily weekly or monthly basis, or read or…whatever. It used to take me months to craft a stage production. This show would often only be performed three times then it was gone…forever. Then YouTube blinked into existence and the idea of “content” took hold. Some of you have been kind to me with your remarks about my work and even kinder in asking for more. Believe me when I tell you that I struggle with this new presentation model the most. But I am warming to the idea that the work will be done when it is done. There. I feel a bit of the pressure ease off my heart…

My son’s form is changing yet again and this means that the sleep schedule we were so gloriously working toward is all but non-existent these days. He is crawling faster now, and sitting up, and a third fang has made its appearance, so now we really need to reconfigure things. He also likes to launch himself off of our bed, so I spent hours yesterday holding him by his ankle so that he wouldn’t meet his doom. That’s probably a metaphor for how we will spend the rest of our time together.

Most of what has slowed down my work flow isn’t our child, it’s technology. My “work” computer has always served the dual function of being our family computer by default. Now it is filled with budgeting software, games, old video editing software, and new animation software. To paraphrase David Wooderson; while software has advanced, my computer has stayed the same age, which is to say, a 2008 iMac. So I have been conferring with Chris Potako about a new machine. He suggests that I build one myself from a grocery list he has graciously provided. Seriously, when does this guy find the time to gather me a price list of computer parts between creating time lapse videos of sunsets and making the perfect marinara sauce? I assume he’s an advanced AI, or been gobbling up that drug from Limitless. Anyway, I may actually do what he suggests, it being the best and most cost effective way to meet my video needs. Matt Conant tells me that boot up time on his own homebuilt machine takes seconds. SECONDS!

The trouble is that I was never predisposed to building things. This is a trait that I’m sure my father rues even today. My initiation into helping him with home projects and later being conscripted into the family business, has left me with a set of skills of which I am both proud and resentful. These skills were hard fought, mostly because I never wanted to learn them. It’s only recently I’ve found myself embroiled in the world of fixing broken mechanical things like lawn mowers and cars. This comes less from a place of forced character building and more out of a need to save money and time. I can only imagine the final product will look a bit like River Phoenix’s computer setup in the movie The Explorers. A sculpture housed in plywood, glowing 1980s green. As long as it can boot up in seconds, I suppose.