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the october cry
that storm. the one that left many in the dark, still now 10 days for some. big storm for october. the leaves were still on the trees for unknown reasons. and they still are. it is not supposed to snow 12 inches in an afternoon, in CT, in October.
when i drove up to Granby to get my parents rescued from the cold and dark, i did not expect what i saw. no, not devastation like what you’d see after maybe the Joplin tornado. There was no major loss of life in the storm (yes after from fires and CO2 poisoning a few died) and there were no homes crushed or broken, maybe a few holes in roofs here and there. but i was holding my hand to my mouth once i got north of Colchester. the broken limbs started to scare me. ducking in my driver’s seat to avoid the branches, yeah, while in my car. it kept getting worse and worse. it looked like someone with dull scissors cut branches off the unsuspecting trees. and it was continuously getting worse the farther north i drove.
got off of I-91, and it was even more eerie.
wires hanging all over. limbs hanging in the wires. everywhere. not just here and there. at times there was a stretch of maybe a half mile that it seemed every tree had a broken limb, hanging in the wires. smaller bushy trees look like someone stepped in their middle and broke all the branches right from the trunk. so ugly and so brutal, something that a human could not do.
I have always in my adult life, loved trees, i always say my ideal job would be growing trees, caring for them. I had my hand to my mouth the entire time, driving on rt whatever going to meadowbrook. weaving in and out of downed wires, with plenty of other gawkers. it was sad. it was something i had never seen before. i have this connection to trees, and all the time i was seeing this destruction i had an odd feeling. I told mom and dad to pack up lots of stuff, that it would be at least a week before they could come home. they did not believe me. as we drove out, they saw themselves.
when i went up there again the next day, monday, with dad, i had the same feeling. and on wednesday. finally when i was home thursday, it hit me. i could feel the trees crying, in pain and in sadness. I knew why i could not take pics. i did not want to ever see that pain again.
when we went up on saturday, i could feel some trees gasping their last breath. many will be felled, and many will not recover for years. there is this big push to cut down trees that are even remotely close to power lines. that would be the stupidest thing ever, trees give us our lifeblood, oxygen. they give us shade from the ever increasing heat of the sun. they give us the joy of children on a swing on a lazy summer afternoon. if they chop down the trees, would it be any different than chopping down the rainforest trees in south america that the do-gooders from these fancy rich towns that were affected the most, protest in cocktail party conversations? i think not. yeah, you have to manage the trees you have, maintain them. if you cut one down for whatever, you really should plant another one, either close to where you chopped, or in a place that needs some trees.
steve was always talking about love. love of what you do, love of design, love of people. his death brought some things back to me, things that i have been looking for, seeking some answers as to what went awry in my life to move so far from my core principles. this storm brought more insights and maybe no answers, but for sure, some things to look at. my brief meditations while on the camp, did some good.
and i now know the sound of tree tears.
Crap
On the road, somewhere.
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a grey Sunday
It’s chilly and grey outside which is good, I won’t want to go off and play outside and do some autumn touring.
I have to create a new site concept for a client, who has not liked any of the 3 I have done, even though each one is outstanding, and professional, and “expensive looking”. He shows me sites, but cannot tell me what he likes about them, and my reaction is UGGGGGH to all of them as they are very feminine and he is a guy, whose target demo is both sexes. He’ll lose his male prospects if I make a girly site (a huge stretch for me to do). But I cannot get him to tell me what it is that he likes about the one site he keeps saying he wants to be like. By the way, this is the third site he has said he wants to be like, each one is totally different. my first two concepts were very close in design and feel.
So I am at a total loss. I am over his budget now, he is an hourly client, and I am getting so frustrated and weary of this. I’ll lose him as a client, not only for the redesign but as a maintenance client which is a monthly income. Maybe it is time to cut ties with him? I can’t seem to make him happy. He has never shown this type of behavior in the year I have worked with him. His instructions last time was to work my magic. no further input when I asked what he specifically liked about the girly site, with a glam shot. Just to work my magic. I already did work my magic and made him a superb looking site. sigh… 
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What I see every morning
This sweet smiling face
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Thank you Steve Jobs
I think the moment that i could actually identify with him, was at the conference where he announced that the Beatles would finally be available in iTunes. He was genuinely excited, and i think a bit disappointed that the press and others were not as excited. They poo-poo it, as nothing special. But to Steve, and to many others our age, this was a long awaited event. Our childhood song story could now be purchased, easy and fast. So why have i not downloaded any Beatles tunes? I really dislike the “remastered” versions of most of them, thank you whomever did that. They are mot the same as what i have burned in my memory, not the same songs that i have every word memorized, something that has always amazed my children. But, it is the Beatles.
His devices made life better. Different.
I think i will go buy something in the iTunes store. And thanks again Steve, for the joy you brought to life.
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