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While they are very close in meaning, not everything that is complex is complicated and not everything that is complicated is complex.

Complicated imbues a sense of difficulty and struggle. Something we labor.

Complex imbues a sense of wonder and discovery. Something we solve.

Beatrix, age 13, on ladder trapeze during this evenings dress rehearsal at Circus Juventas. I got a full video too which I will upload and post later.

When I say I’m rigging at a circus, it’s not a euphemism. That little black spot kneeling on the ground spotting that silks act is me.

Morning thought arising out of conversations my wife and I have reading the Sunday New York Times…

Art always does its job.

The job of art is to make you feel something… Anything. Even indifference is a feeling.

Encounter more art and let it do its job.

The Hate Machine

I wrote this on Twitter about Twitter a couple of nights ago:

This is a pretty little hate machine.

Outrage packaged and presented as gifts.

Kindness and hope pushed out to the edges.

Teetering on the edge of a cliff.

Our thoughts and cares and dreams were once here.

Now we rage into an abyss.

This morning, John Gruber posted this.

I sense a theme here.