The world has a particular sheen. Even the smallest things around the house are enticing. It’s not everyday that the towels and dishes sing the clarion call of adventure.

Following Vlad and Doug’s interchange on being an artist, and given the vibrant nature of today, perhaps it’s appropriate for me to comment. Art, to me, is something for consideration, framed, by a piece of wood or a stage or time. And being an artist is wandering around the world with a backpack full of frames and the senses turned on. If you put a frame around something, anything, with enough sincerity, then this feeling, that landscape, this cup of coffee, that piece of software, is named as a work of art. It’s a pointer and the right attitude.

I’m purposefully ignoring the issue of quality here, as that’s not at the core of experience. That’s just effort over time developing skill, getting better at closing the gap between where the frame is in your mind and where it is for everyone else.