Or: Enrichment as Impoverishment.

If there’s one thing an idiot like Robert Wringham doesn’t understand, it’s aesthetics. While I enjoy looking at visual art very much, making it really ain’t my forte. So perhaps some of you livejouralists would like to pass comment on my latest website redesign (All of the pictures in this entry are cleverly clickable, by the way. Doing so results in biggerizing. Try it. You might like it.):

The screenshot on the left is of the design I recently spent far too long perfecting. The one on the right is the original minimalist version which took about five minutes. And y’know what? I think I prefer the original. Why do I fuck around with stuff like this? I’m a total fucking time-wasting cocknocker. If I put this much effort into my actual projects, I’d be an eccentric millionaire by now living in perishable houses made of pure fruit.

Concerning my redesign, I fear that I’ve abandoned the thing that made my site initially interesting. My new hero, once wrote: “When is diversification not diversification? When you abandon what made you diverse in the first place. When is enrichment impoverishment? When you abandon the virtues that poverty brought with it, virtues that are one part luck, one part inverse snobbery in the eye of the beholder, virtues that reveal the secret generosity of meanness”. *. True, he was talking about New York dumpling restaurants rather than websites but I think his caveat is at least partially transferable.

I also took some photographs today: each one a foray into the seemingly unpopular ‘portrait’ format.

Clockwise from top-left: the defaced mush of grumpy Calvinist, Thomas Carlyle; one of the recessed windows in my loft appartment; a beautiful old-fashioned single-dispensing cigarette machine; a confused-looking Robert Wringham.