hours

spent most my summer indoors. under frigid air conditioning and florescent lighting. the worst part about florescent lighting isn't the depressing glow that it radiates, but the ceiling tiles it's mounted in-between. i want to see a real ceiling. a real top. a place of honest limitation.

somewhere that has a roof on the other side. a place to lay and watch the stars, or hot flamingo pink sunsets thanks to Utah fires.

anyway, after losing track on so many tangents and descriptions in this exile called life, i have honestly spent a lot of time in a closed office, with Tycho beaming through the speakers, and trying to understand this world of "animation".

the way i see it, everyone is an animatic, and everything else accordingly, thanks to gravity and other laws of nature. i'm learning to faux re-create what's in front of me. so a computer can understand, so it can make people understand, so it can make the company more money. so my bosses can be happy with me and find reason to keep me around. so pixels have purpose. so that apple gets it's product used. so that regardless of the amount of money that is spent on making this final production, i can hold my chin up and say that i gave it all i had.

time is ever so equivocated to money. it's ridiculous how true that old, cliche adage is. my worth isn't measured in numbers with a dollar sign - and i'll hopefully find out more about that in our next episode of "my life this year of 2012"

i don't even bother to wear a wrist watch anymore...confounded computers.