I Disproved Andy Warhol

Momentum has definately shifted in my favor for the moment. A friend of mine recently told me they adhered to Philippe Petit's idea that there is no such thing as talent, but that everything had to be earned through great effort. This is proving to be the case with Eric vs. Technology. Yesterday I couldn't land an image from the web where I needed it for assignment 15, today I discoved my blogsite name shows up on a Google seach for my web address. Freakshow!! Hyperventilate is going to scuff around the Google algorithms for 18 months if the NPR interview is correct. In addition to my appearance on the blue google search page I learned to scan old slides and upload to my blogspot so this ascent of J-Crack circa 1976 could prove I once had lots of hair. As for assignment 13 -- that is where this all started -- suffice it to say, I skimmed across soundsnap realizing I could find endless amusement in sounds with titles like "breathy animalistic wash 1" or "atmospheric swell - creepy and etherial 1." I avoided the human sounds since I was between making hold calls and checking the claims returned list in Gateway, but if I had a cat I'd play the bird sounds for them when they were napping.

Later when I looked at Jamendo I had this terrific discovery of a band called Tryad and their tune Struttin'. This was significant because I have been looking for music that I could put on my ipod when I am in a place like London at rush hour and just want to walk in a very crowded place with a soundtrack.

Perfect.

Now onto paging slips...

When I was eight year old I remember flying home to Albuquerque in a Cessna 150 with a family acquaintance. In the course of that 4 hour flight the guy piloting wanted to give me a flying lesson and it looked really easy to me so I said sure I'd like to take over the controls. Well, as you could predict the plane starting a belly-flopping sort of wobble that I just couldn't correct. I applied all my faculties to the problem, thinking harder and moving the controls differently, but nothing adjusted my sick slide over the Colorado/ New Mexico border. Yes -- there were only two wings and that upright tail thingy -- turn left to go left, right, yeah, yeah, yeah, but what's up with the foot business and how on earth (so to speak) is this guy going to put this thing back on the blasted runway. Whiskey Zulu Tango all you want, but my fate was suddenly in the hands of a guy that better not have a heart attack or I'm dead! After a few minutes "the guy" took back the controls knowing I was no child prodigy where flying was concerned and this assignment to get clipmarks to land this image on my blogspot was no different than trying to steer that Cessna 150. It was a sick slide of time and I missed lunch and went into the time I had allotted for Success Factors. But I couldn't give up and so I emailed the picture to myself, then copy and pasted it to my blog entry. Problem was I couldn't layout the text or even get the cursor where I wanted it so I just started typing and as you can see this is like a John Cage moment -- it all just ended up where it ended up.
As for the image, I forgot what I was going to say about it and just started thinking about the title of a previous post, "Six Different Ways to Build Anything." This was kinda like that. After lunch god-only-knows what Hyperventilate will look like and I'll finally go work on Success Factors.