May 22, 2013
Impress is a new, free drawing app. I think the developer decided to take some very few elements from Paper and write the code. Sometimes things show up like they are ‘proof of concept’, or like they are an end of coding school project. Either the choices made here are deliberately restrictive and made by a designer, or fetishistically driven to oversimplification for interface clarity.
What I said in my G+ post:
Always a sucker for a new art app, I downloaded Impress, which I think is a coding school year end project. Extremely limited in terms of tools, insanely restrained interface. It’s worth a look, if you want a challenging drawing environment, and I mean that in a good way.
What I said in my iTunes store review:
This gets an A as a beginning, as a proof-of-concept, as an exercise in code and interface, as a senior class project, as an application to a coding job. As a drawing app, you immediately expect more, because there are so many other drawing apps that do more with more brushes and more choices. And actually one of the strengths here is this almost fetishistic restraint to oversimplify. If you’re looking for an app that makes your drawing decisions challenging, as in – how can I do this? – then this is a great app for adding discipline and challenge to your choices. The tools are simple and easy to understand. My only complaint is the decision to make the transparency slider so small. I need stylus to hit it.
October 29, 2012
October 24, 2012
As much as the glasses and bangs are a brand that makes her stand out, at a distance it works. But they mask the display of information and emotion in the eyes and eyebrows, mark a border in the process of contact in close up situations, and especially with a panel of trained actors who, with their own cognitive bias, see, need to see, and have to be in that very contact space, even unknowingly, even knowingly and professionally aware, this is where they live, this is where the close up camera lives, and if it can’t get past the mask, it dies. This held back Jesse too, who could deliver a song, the mask of the hair bangs, hid the expression.
That Cassandra has such a brand, is a strength. But here, they are seeking a girl they can mould into Dorothy. For the longest time I couldn’t tell the difference between Danielle, Colleen, Stephanie, Jesse… On a large stage, busy with action they can be made into Dorothy with costume and staging. Could Cassandra’s brand be remade to fit that role?
A mystery plainly explained. There is no mystery.
Originally posted on Essays in Idleness:
Recently I’ve been avidly reading a Buddhist book sent to me by a certain reader last year (thank you Ashin S.) titled How to Live Without Fear And Worry by the late Ven. K Sri. Dhammananda. In particular, I found an interesting passage on page 121:
The mystery of birth and death is very simple. The coming together of mind and matter – also known as the five aggregates – is called birth. The dissolution of these aggregates is called death. And the recombination of these aggregates is called rebirth, and so that cycle will go on repeatedly until such time as we attain the blissful state of Nibbana [Nirvana]
This is a very concise, articulate explanation to something that I feel is often very confusing to people who are curious or new to Buddhism. When I used to surf Internet Buddhist forums, I used to see the same questions…
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September 24, 2012
I will try to make this the last product post here. But I will spam this post with a few links :-)
The pages for the ebooks are still hosted here at WordPress. Links to those pages are in the menu of text links above. The image links to each book’s pages have been moved to the samu press blog.
I had set up an @samupress Twitter account. I’m not so sure I need it. But I’ll keep it around for a bit. It might prove useful. What I do need to set up for here and otherwise is an About page. I’ll have to figure out what I’m about.
September 22, 2012
September 22, 2012
Received a phone call this morning from an Indian accented tech support(?) person. Woke us up and he spoke too fast, babbling something about a viewer app and that I needed to go to my computer to fix something.
I don’t get very many phone calls from some stranger who knows my name unless they’re spam telephone call center calls. Least of all on a Saturday morning. So something doesn’t add up.
And seriously. You’ve just woken us up, you’re parsing through my tinnitus, you’re talking something about PC’s, you’re talking like my bed is on fire, and you’re speaking in an accent that spits over the information you’re trying to give me. Slow the fuck down.
So I go downstairs while the phone is ringing the third time, pick it up to a dial tone. I go to the Mac and search for ‘Viewer’, because that’s the only word I understood. Oddly, out of nowhere iCalViewer pops up a dialog asking for access to my contacts. I haven’t run iCalViewer in a dog’s age. Its not in Account Login Items. I find it in my apps folder and try to delete it. It’s open? It won’t delete? WTF? Activity Monitor. Make it quit. Trash it.