Do you remember the film Amadeus? My experience with having too many ideas might be equated with the Emperor's criticism of Mozart's music having too many notes. Too many ideas? How is that even possible and what can be done about it?
Let me rephrase: too many thoughts and not enough implementation. So, as a countermeasure, I am putting a stake in the sand, I'm drawing the line, I'm calling a spade a spade, I'm linking to complex ideas I have only a loose affiliation with, I'm standing firm, I'm putting my money where my mouth is, I'm ensuring the buck stops here, I'm mixing metaphors with abandon.
How am I doing all of these amazing things? I'm going live before we're ready. Live, on the air, posting a work-in-progress. It's unprecedented and a little risky, but that's what makes it fun. Consider this an outside force acting upon a body not in motion. Our companion inertia is getting a kick in the pants. Better to post/create/produce too early and correct as we go along than never to post/create/produce at all. (And yes, that's professional advice. Consider it a freemium for visiting today.)
My plans for this site are big, perhaps too big. (But like Robert Irwin, I think too big might just be big enough.) Prepare yourselves to be wowed by thoughts on design and psychology as the site comes into its own. These are huge and surprisingly separate fields: I plan to knit them together in the coming months. Together, we will cover topics that include: vision, perception, cognition, culture, typography, color, and symbology. I'm excited about these topics and can't wait to dive in.
So, I ask you to bear with me as I once again relearn things I previously knew and have forgotten yet again. I ask you to ignore the misplaced commas (I do love a comma), and overlook the not-quite-finished look of this endeavor, well, because you're right, it's not quite finished. Consider this the fleshless but sturdy skeleton of the some-day beautiful site it will be. If you're so inspired, you can send me sketches of how you imagine it will look in later iterations. (Believe it or not, just asking you to do that will inspire us both to think new thoughts about the future of this site—psychology at work already.) But most of all, I ask you to enjoy the wabi-sabi of this work in progress.
As for the site's infrastructure, right now there's really no area for comments: that will be addressed. In the interim, if you'd like to send me a note, a sketch, an idea, email me at cmcasilli at gmail dot com. Everything's cool unless you're trying to sell me some male enhancement product, in which case, as an old friend once said to a confused solicitor, "Sorry man, you're barking up the wrong tree."
I look forward to our interaction. And I look forward to seeing where this road takes me, you, us. Onward.
N.B. I don't mean to compare myself to the genius of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart by any means. No, not at all. Let's move on, shall we? I am curious about how we privilege certain numbers—like today's date (1.11.11)—despite those individual numbers being close to meaningless in our daily lives. You have to admit, it's odd. Is 1.12.11 all that interesting? Not really. Perhaps we'll cover that in a later post.