Dreams of Scrooge McDuck

Does anyone else keep a change jar just so every now and then they can pour it out and play with it like Scrooge McDuck?

At the Owl Farm, Brooklyn

Been a while since I have been this kind of writer. (at The Owl Farm Bar)

Drawing about Snowden

This a drawing I made in my new paper calendar, sitting on my windowsill, held in place by a pack of Mailchimp playing cards. It’s about the Snowden story. I may be writing something about that before long.

Terrible. Horrible. Awful. Maybe. Eh... Something.

Jon Jackson of HUGE, Inc gave some real tough love on the creative process at Digital Dumbo: Impact. I liked this slide, which captures how it takes a lot of work on an idea to get to where there’s lots more work to do, but at least you can see where to go.

Brooklyn is having a moment

Any time big ideas and big change moves among a tight knit group of people, there are going to be many aspects of it that, at the fringes, look pretty silly in the moment. I have no doubt that long before Independence became a revolutionary idea, agitators for an American republic looked very strange to other colonists. Many of their leaders had ideas that were quite out there, in retrospect.

Writing at Firehook, maybe in Bushwick

First time writing at Fireproof. I think I might be in Bushwick. This place seems cool despite the fact that they have karaoke events.

Meeting the new girlfriend's sister

Have you ever dated a girl long enough that you get that sister meeting? You know, the sister sits you down. Talks to you. Checks you out. After a while, she says, “I guess you seem all right. But let me tell you something. If you hurt her…” And they trail off. Threateningly. Does it ever make you want to – I don’t know – Cheat on her, get caught, persuade her to take you back, set up a date for the weekend, stand her up and then dump her with a text message just so you can go up to her sister and be like:

Overthinking caffeination locale

Leaving the house to do my morning writing really illuminates my own internal Prima Donna. Found a coffee shop on Classon that I had not noticed before. Great atmosphere. Normal prices. However, the table is slightly too low, relative to the seat, to really make writing by hand comfortable. Yes, I hate me, too. It’s fine. That said, there is a guy here working on two laptops. Two! Do you think he’s a member of Anonymous?

Switching ink colors

Changing the color of the ink is my way of putting some elbow grease into remembering whatever the heck it is I wanted to remember while writing.

Fab 4 pens

My girlfriend is a compulsive straightener. So I might have a few things out together because all of them are part of a project. They all have a way of disappearing into stacks that have no logic beyond appearing neater, visually. The four pens I favor for writing can end up about anywhere, disappearing into jars full of writing instrument also-rans. So last night I showed her these four and said, “These are the Beatles of my pens.