Most final products that I have created generally find a place to sit/die...somewhere. Most things are posted somewhere on the interwebs. On one hand they are posted for somebody else to see/hear/read/react to. But, on the other, the interwebs is like a massive storage drive. So, it's kind of a storage place for my stuff. Like scratching your name in wet concrete: Ty was here!
Failed products and misssteps are part of my story though; it's something to compare the good stuff with (or the stuff that's not as horrible as the horrible stuff). Most products are failed if you think about it else you'd be done, right? You'd make something and you'd be done. And you'd be able to live happily while the world admires that perfect thing you made. You'd live in Italy and France.
It's because the stuff you create makes you shiver with disgust and shame that you summon enough strength try to make yourself and the world forget the piece of shit you just made so you try to mask it with something new. You try again.
I do hate that I have agreed with many "clients" that I won't put their stuff on the interwebs. I guess that's okay but it makes my OCD tingle that there are holes in official record of my existence. Part of my life's file is redacted. Shit is holey like Swiss.
Keep it all (because who else will)? But that doesn't mean you ever have to look back.
I keep waiting for the golden haze of nostalgia to infiltrate the way I perceive things I created long ago. But it's either still garbage or it's surprisingly brilliant. No golden haze.
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Most final products that I have created generally find a place to sit/die...somewhere. Most things are posted somewhere on the interwebs. On one hand they are posted for somebody else to see/hear/read/react to. But, on the other, the interwebs is like a massive storage drive. So, it's kind of a storage place for my stuff. Like scratching your name in wet concrete: Ty was here!
Failed products and misssteps are part of my story though; it's something to compare the good stuff with (or the stuff that's not as horrible as the horrible stuff). Most products are failed if you think about it else you'd be done, right? You'd make something and you'd be done. And you'd be able to live happily while the world admires that perfect thing you made. You'd live in Italy and France.
It's because the stuff you create makes you shiver with disgust and shame that you summon enough strength try to make yourself and the world forget the piece of shit you just made so you try to mask it with something new. You try again.
I do hate that I have agreed with many "clients" that I won't put their stuff on the interwebs. I guess that's okay but it makes my OCD tingle that there are holes in official record of my existence. Part of my life's file is redacted. Shit is holey like Swiss.
But it isn't like I'm the one to judge, now am I?
Keep it all (because who else will)? But that doesn't mean you ever have to look back.
I keep waiting for the golden haze of nostalgia to infiltrate the way I perceive things I created long ago. But it's either still garbage or it's surprisingly brilliant. No golden haze.
What he said, it's purely optional to look back (and I seldom do on my own free will). Good point.
With music something I made might come up on the iPod shuffle and I'll either listen or immediately skip dependent upon mood and setting.
With other stuff, I somehow stumble across it and either use it, reference it, or ignore it (with pure disdain and loathing).
Garbage (genius garbage) or surprisingly brilliant (genius brilliant) is right.
But it all fits together into a history and an arc. And more and more intermeshes with interactions between you and others (HERE for instance).
Yes, keep it all. Forever. A pound of shit weighs just as much a pound of diamonds.
Deleting leads to regret.
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