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I'm an introspective guy (not exclusively so) but I haven't been able to identify why I haven't been satisfied with a majority of the music I've produced over the past two years.

I'm in the middle of watching this video that got dugg. Ricky Gervais "interviewing" Larry David. Ricky says something and it opens my eyes. If I transcribed here the grammatical person would be a little bit confusing so suffice to say that I've been compromising my art for the benefit of others and it is time to end that.

"In art you're allowed to be a complete fascist."

Cool Photo

So I've been sick all week (food poisoning if you're the type that wants to know)...so I was sitting at home going through old digital photos I hadn't put into folders in a while. Came across the picture above and thought it was pretty damn cool. Since I had nothing better to do tonight, I threw it through some filters and came up with something neat.

She's a mean puppy...

CSS animation

Before I decided to turn dyspop into a group blog it was going to be where I would release my CDs (for my past release - Winter, go to www.dystopiapop.com/music.html). I'll still post updates when I release albums, but I found that I couldn't adhere to the strict "12 months, 12 releases" goal that I had set. Mostly because I eventually realized that while I liked 12 of my 30-something albums enough to release them, only three or four are really any good, and two of them are too short. There's another few albums that may be release-worthy but they're very niche.

Why am I talking about this when the title of this post is "CSS animation"? Well this all alludes back to an old design I did. You can see it at

http://www.dyspop.com/backup/dev/

Notice the similarities to the current design? Here's a .gif animation that I created while writing the CSS for the design.

http://www.dyspop.com/backup/devhistory.gif

Desktop Patterns

Here are some nice little repeating patterns I made recently. Good for desktop backgrounds.

Song of the Unrequited E-mail

for Ariana

I try to be short, I try to be fun,
but nothing seems to impress you much, hon.
It's breaking my heart, it's cramping my brain
and I don't even know how I can explain.
"My life is so busy, my life's far away,"
is all that I think you would say anyway,
All that I want is to keep you in range;
in order to do that, we need an exchange.
I've tried being long, I try to be true,
I try to be witty, or angry, or blue.
I'm not making fun, not trying to taunt
But what the hell is it? What do you want?

2004