Written by Robert, an Orthodox Christian, aspiring minimalist, inveterate notetaker, budget audiophile, software dev manager, and paper airplane mechanic.
I am sorry to read about the challenges Iconfactory is facing. The first product I worked on after I got into software development used icons created by the studio. Their Twitter client, Twitterrific was what lured me to join that network years ago. I love their design sensibilities and the level of craft they bring to their work.
My favorite Iconfactory project has to be the artwork for the iOS version of Carcassonne. I was so sad when that app ceased development. It was truly a cut above.
The Old Smithyville Burying Ground. Photo by Gerry Dincher via flickr.
A few weeks ago, our family took a trip to the beach. It’s an annual ritual when our health and schedule afford it. We try to look for activities, but mostly we take it easy and enjoy the ocean and the slower pace of life. This year we were interested in doing a ghost walk around the nearby town of Southport. Southport has a history going back to the 1700s and is ripe for hauntings. We did the Southport ghost walk about 15-20 years prior and were pleased to discover that the same woman who had just started it at the time of our first encounter was still leading the tour. Katie Stewart holds a degree in Antebellum Southern and North Carolina history and a long-time resident’s passion for the town’s old stories.
About midway through our stay at the beach, I was able to hang out with one of my favorite colleagues (in truth, I like all my colleagues), who was also on a family trip at the same time. When I told his wife we were doing a ghost walk, she was intrigued. Their family had been in Southport the day before. She told me that they visited an antique shop in the town, and she had felt a negative presence on the second floor of the shop. It was so strong that she had to leave. She confessed to being sensitive to paranormal activity, and that wasn’t the first such experience for her.
I recently wrote about how skateboarding taught me a measure of resilience that I don’t necessarily see in my kids. They simply have a different relationship to risky activities. As I hinted at in the post, there are upsides to this from a parental concern perspective. It’s just hard to know where that line between risk and benefit should be drawn.
I used boogie boarding as an example in the post. When I brought up my thoughts with a friend, he relayed an anecdote in which a colleague was thrown by a wave while boogie boarding, hit his head, and subsequently died. Given his personal experience, he wasn’t too bullish on ocean sports. I told him that my sons were not really into them because of their overall risk aversion. They never even learned to ride bikes because they were so concerned about injury. My friend thought that was taking it a bit too far and that kids should embrace the bicycle.
Glazyhaze released Sonic in March of this year. The sophomore album from the band has received a lot of positive press for its refined take on shoegaze, with physical copies selling out very quickly and having to be restocked hastily.
With shoegaze being such a global phenomenon at this point, you wouldn’t necessarily pick up on Glazhaze’s Venetian origins. Still, singer Irene Moretuzzo’s aquiline nose and Italian beauty, and the gratuitous smoking in the video for “Nirvana” are some clues. The band cites DIIV as a major influence, and it comes across in their music, which is full of glide guitar and ethereal textures.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the importance of the gatekeepers. Even in an era where doing it yourself has never been easier, the patronage of entities like book publishers and record labels remains important.
The case in point that revived my thoughts on the matter is the new EP I Call This One by Gileah Taylor. Taylor blends folk-country sounds with a desert-noir vibe on her latest release for Velvet Blue Records. The soft, forlorn ballads that comprise the four-song EP hit a sweet spot for me during this oppressive summer heat.
We met with some rough waves on our trip to the beach this year. Even when trying different spots along the beach, the high winds meant choppy waters that threatened to shred you up. I had to boogie board, especially since previous years have sometimes been too calm to make that activity very rewarding. At one location, close to the point where the ocean meets the inter-coastal waterway, the waves were ripe for getting on top of and riding the crest until it dropped you in a rush to get to the shore. I managed to catch a few sweet rides in before a menacing wave forced my board into a vertical position and then threw me down into the surf. I was forced through a somersault, after which my back hit the shell-coated shoreline.
Getting up quickly, I rubbed down my wounds and walked back into the waves, wanting to redeem myself after such a heinous slam. My sons were watching from the tent I had set up on the beach. They didn’t spend much time in the water. My youngest took a pretty hard hit and decided that was it for him. My oldest just thought the waves were too rough to begin with and opted out early on.