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Inspiration & Errata

Recently I’ve come across some guideposts that have inspired me to refresh. These are things worth sharing, though some have been around for a while.

– Charlie Kaufman’s screenwriting lecture for BAFTA. Soapboxing to be sure, but I was surprised at how much this moved me and how well thought out some of his arguments are. A reminder to have conviction in art that is honest and different and not too self-aware.

– Michael Lewis’s profile on President Obama. The respectful yet insider-y tone of this piece had me wishing it would last forever. Favorite detail: Obama’s lifehack of removing wardrobe and food choices to avoid decision fatigue.

Startup is the New Hipster. It’s exactly like that. Actually, all of Liz Fosslien’s infographics are great and inspire me to want to make more of my own. Edward Tufte would be proud. Plus: a Murakami madlib!

– Jenny Holzer’s Truisms. I don’t agree with all of them but that’s really the point: everyone arrives at their own list, their own model of the world. Mine’s just getting started.

2011 in Review

You didn’t think I’d skip tradition, did you?

I’ll say this, 2011: you taught me a lot. And while the natural inclination is to shower you with nostalgic encomiums, the more truthful answer is that you were a fairly uneven year filled with highs and lows both visceral and numbing. There is, not for the first time, possibly too much to think about, but here are a few of my favorite things from the year that was 2011:

Anything written by David Foster Wallace, “Steve Jobs” by Walter Isaacson, “Bossypants” by Tina Fey, “Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World” by Haruki Murakami, “100 Bullets”, “Batman: Year One”, the idea and spiritual philosophy behind Grantland, the first hour of Super 8, the cinematic styling and evocative soundtrack of Drive, Kristen Wiig in Bridesmaids, Michael Fassbender in X-Men: First Class, Rose Byrne and Emma Stone in anything, the “Life’s a Happy Song” number from The Muppets, “Upular” by Pogo, “So Insane” by Discovery, “Brand New Shoes” by She & Him, the entire Foster the People album, my iPhone 4S, my work iPad 2, my 3rd generation Kindle, Apple TV, any coconut water I found anywhere, Philz coffee, the Blue Bottle bar at work, Mister Lew’s Win Win Bar, the bookshare at the gym of the Opera Plaza, the magazine rack at Books Inc., the super rolls at Them Ky, brunch at Brenda’s, any macaroon served by anyone anywhere, any Off the Grid or Underground Market I made it to, Derrick Rose’s Adidas commercial, the relentless Tom Thibodeau, the new and improved Jay Cutler, the ingenious storytelling mechanics of “How I Met Your Mother”, the midseason 2 finale of “The Walking Dead”, “Lie to Me”, “Archer”, the killer supporting cast of “Parks & Recreation”, season 4 of “The Wire”, Zooey Deschanel in “New Girl”, Melissa McCarthy on “Saturday Night Live”, “Game of Thrones” nights at the former house of Brad and Ben and Motts, all Netflix streaming apps, Time magazine for iPad, the redesigned UI of Path, Comic Zeal, Kindle for iPad and iPhone, Plants vs. Zombies, Jetpack Joyride, the gorgeous production values of Castleville, Final Fantasy VII on PSP, Dragonvale, the vastly improved controls for Mass Effect 2, Mark pushing the button to open the NASDAQ on the day of the IPO, the Frank Lloyd Wright tour in Chicago w/Mom and Dad, biking along the Embarcadero with Caryn, New Year’s dinner courtesy of Seeyew and Ashley, the Super Bowl party at the Potrero house with a stunning number of rabid Packers fans, Cubs vs. Giants at the company suite, Red Door Cafe w/Ben and Steven, the single trivia night I attended, the Gun Store in Las Vegas, the Asian party house at Sundance, conversations in the car with Emilio, conversations with Kishan in San Francisco, random startup parties with Anthony, watching plays written by or starring friends or friends of friends, shooting zombies and Smuggler’s Cove runs with Ben, pizzas with Caryn, drinks with Liz, comics talk with Chris and Stephen, anticipating the baked good every morning in the cafeteria at work, any time I went snowboarding, Mars Bar with the team at work, Rebecca’s Christmas party, Cathy’s birthday dinner, Thanksgiving II at Sallie and Danielle’s, Henry and Melissa’s first dance at their wedding, launching my first iOS game, reuniting with Curtis and Vee on the dance floor of the holiday party, the incredibly long summer-in-the-fall-in-San-Francisco, the mild winter in Chicago, falling asleep at night listening to Steve Jobs interviews and speeches, the brief and wondrous life of Steve Jobs.

新年快乐!

Happy Birthday, America

The New Yorker has a pretty great profile on Sheryl Sandberg this week that is, oddly enough, not categorized in the Profiles section.

My favorite passage:

She described a poster on the wall at Facebook: “What would you do if you weren’t afraid?” She said that it echoed something the writer Anna Quindlen once said, which was that “she majored in unafraid” at Barnard. Sandberg went on, “Don’t let your fears overwhelm your desire. Let the barriers you face—and there will be barriers—be external, not internal. Fortune does favor the bold. I promise that you will never know what you’re capable of unless you try. You’re going to walk off this stage today and you’re going to start your adult life. Start out by aiming high. . . . Go home tonight and ask yourselves, What would I do if I weren’t afraid? And then go do it! Congratulations.”

Keep on riding that fire eagle, Sports Racers.

Yeah, it’s kind of like that

“I haven’t been spending that much time in this restaurant because of all the shit that’s been going on,” he began, “but the past two days I’ve had aneurisms because I’ve been so upset at the kitchen. On the cooks’ end, I question your integrity. Are you willing to fucking sacrifice yourself for the food? Yesterday, we had an incident with fish cakes: they weren’t properly cut. Does it really matter in the bowl of ramen? No. But for personal integrity as a cook, this is what we do, and I don’t think you guys fucking care enough. It takes those little things, the properly cut scallions, to set us apart from Uno’s and McDonald’s. If we don’t step up our game, we’re headed toward the middle, and I don’t want to fucking work there.

“We’re not the best cooks, we’re not the best restaurant—if you were a really good cook you wouldn’t be working here, because really good cooks are assholes. But we’re gonna try our best, and that’s as a team. Recently, over at Ssäm Bar, a sous-chef closed improperly, there were a lot of mistakes, and I was livid and I let this guy have it. About a week later, I found out that it wasn’t him, he wasn’t even at the restaurant that night. But what he said was ‘I’m sorry, it will never happen again.’ And you know what? I felt like an asshole for yelling at him, but, more important, I felt like, Wow, this is what we want to build our company around: guys that have this level of integrity. Just because we’re not Per Se, just because we’re not Daniel, just because we’re not a four-star restaurant, why can’t we have the same fucking standards? If we start being accountable not only for our own actions but for everyone else’s actions, we’re gonna do some awesome shit.”

David Chang

2010 in Review

Yes, it’s been a while dear readers.  But no year would be complete without the traditional End of Year list to put it all in perspective.  Here are some of my favorite things from the fantastic, serendipitous year known as 2010:

Coke Zero, Season 4 of Mad Men, the anticipation of finding out what the signature sandwich at work was each day, any sandwich served by anyone anywhere, The Walking Dead, the brief and wondrous life of Caprica, the performances of Andrew Garfield & Rooney Mara & Justin Timberlake in The Social Network, the rich dialogue of True Grit, the team dinner in Vegas, any work party that I remember the ending of, the soundtrack of Inception, the extremely detailed and thought-out universe of Mass Effect, “Lisztomania” by Phoenix, “Horchata” by Vampire Weekend, “I’ll Try Anything Once” by The Strokes, Lady Gaga’s music video for “Telephone”, Ryan’s Prison for Bitches fanzine, Owl City, Betty White hosting Saturday Night Live, Sunday dinners with the roommates and assorted guests, whiskeys, old fashioneds, Blue Moons, any Chicago Bears offensive play that did not result in a Jay Culter sack or fumble or concussion, any play in which Devin Hester touched a football, Jim Harbaugh, Andrew Luck, the World Champion San Francisco Giants, Derrick Rose, the company suite at AT&T Park, EverNote, Foursquare, 750 Words, Flipboard, Instagr.am, Legacy of a Thousand Suns, the art and science of game design, Cityville, Sid Meier’s GDC keynote, Will Wright’s ridiculous GDC presentation, Julius Peppers, Michael Vick, my iPad 3G, Kanye’s Twitter account, Fashion for Writers, Signal vs. Noise, Olivia Wilde in Tron, staying up all night in New York for a get-together of three generations of my friends, drinks with Nita, Parkside drinks with coworkers, Connecticut Yankee drinks with roommates, the psychedelic Playa at night at Burning Man, the last 30 seconds of Black Swan, the last 10 minutes of Lost, the last four minutes of the USA vs. Algeria World Cup game, the animated sequence from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1, lying on the beach all day without a care in the world in Tahoe, Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu’s “Write the Future” commercial for Nike, Pop Chips, beers by the lake on the Wisconsin campus, beers by the lake in Eric’s hometown, Katanaya ramen, Perogi SF, Rebecca’s Christmas party, Breathless with Princess in NYC, deep sea fishing with Eric and Les and Eddy in San Diego, Thanksgiving dinner at Sallie and Danielle’s, Snow Crash, the first eight volumes of Fables, the first three volumes of 100 Bullets, the first two volumes of Blackjack, tennis sessions with Anthony and Clint, partying with Mitch at a GDC party, Alice’s birthday party, A Moveable Feast, Scotch Club at work, the Daily reunion with Jennie in SF, early morning phone calls with sis, the Wisconsin band at Whazzmaster’s wedding reception, the Cubs game with Dad & Wil, Seeyew being able to go to the Rose Bowl.

Thank you, 2010.

Somewhere

Love love LOVE the trailer for Sofia Coppola’s Somewhere. The imagery is evocative, but that Strokes B-side playing over it is what really makes it. And what makes me start thinking I need to start collecting Strokes singles like it was so cool to do in the early Aughts.

The why

“I can have hit records all day, but who fucking cares?” she explained. “A year from now, I could go away, and people might say, ‘Gosh, what ever happened to that girl who never wore pants?’ But how wonderfully memorable 30 years from now, when they say, ‘Do you remember Gaga and her bubbles?’ Because, for a minute, everybody in that room will forget every sad, painful thing in their lives, and they’ll just live in my bubble world.”