You’ve got to find what you love and that is as true for work as it is for your lovers. You’re work is going to fill a large part of your life and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work—the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet—keep looking and don’t settle as with all matters of the heart—you’ll know when you find it.
— Steve Jobs (via lionelcipriano)
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Yelping with Cormac: Ritual Coffee Roasters
The Mission - San Francisco, CA
Cormac M. | Author | Lost in the chaparral, NM
Four stars.
Kent awoke to the dawn skylighting the foothills. The sun’s promise not yet fulfilled. He got up and walked to the campfire where Davis was brewing a pot of coffee on the coals.
What are you doing, Kent…
On Defying Mediocrity
The quality I especially revered in him was his refusal to show contempt for his customers by fobbing them off with something that was “good enough”. Whether it was the packaging, the cabling, the use of screen space, the human interfaces, the colours, the flow, the feel, the graphical or textural features, everything had to be improved upon and improved upon until it was, to use the favourite phrase of the early Mac pioneers “insanely great”.
HT: DF
Cartoon of the Day. Don’t forget to enter this week’s caption contest.
Good art is a kind of magic. It does magical things for both artist and audience. We can have long polysyllabic arguments about how to describe the way this magic works, but the plain fact is that good art is magical and precious and cool. It’s hard to try and make good art, and it seems to me wholly reasonable that good artists should be concerned with their work’s cultural reception.
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David Foster Wallace, from a letter to the editor in Harper’s Magazine in 1996.
Earlier that year, Jonathan Franzen wrote his famous essay, “Perchance to Dream: In an Age of Images, a Reason to Write Novels,” where he lays out his attitude toward contemporary fiction, and proposed a template that would later be implemented in his novel The Corrections. The next month, Harper’s published a letter from Kurt Vonnegut in response to Franzen’s article, where he said, “Novelists are people who believe they can dampen their neuroses by writing make-believe. We will keep on doing that no matter what, while offering loftier explanations.”
Wallace sacked Vonnegut on this observation, calling it “horseshit,” saying that if Vonnegut’s statement were the whole truth, “who would want to devote hours of brain work to something somebody had written just to dampen his own neuroses?”
I love this whole exchange, from the spirited argument of purpose and ideals, to the importance and consequence of the audience’s presence. I have a tendency to romanticize the process of making and the opportunity of speaking directly and sincerely to other people, but it’s comforting to see that others can find the magic in the arrangement. We have a tendency to over-use “magic” for unfitting purposes without much mystery, so it’s encouraging to realize that there really are magical things out there accessible to all of us. Auspicious wonder need not live in an ivory tower, so I’ll continue tending to my sentences.
(via viafrank)
Newman & Eastwood.
