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Saturday, 4/3: dilettantes on Easter weekend
April 4, 2010, 12:06 am
Filed under: deep thoughts

I’ve been meaning to write this post for about half an hour, but my poor doggie is on his bed (I am at home) and every time I stop paying attention to him he just gives this piercing sigh, the sigh of one accustomed to being spurned, and I start hearing Harry Chapin’s “Cat’s In The Cradle” in the back of my mind and give up and go snuggle with him. I think we have reached a compromise, as I am typing this and petting him with my feet, but I don’t think he is entirely satisfied with this arrangement. Look, pups, I have to go to bed sometime.

At dinner with IGR(x)B last week, the subject of the iPad kept coming up, and by “kept coming up” I mean “kept being inserted into the conversation in a Tourette’s-like way.” As in:

IGR I’ve heard that movie isn’t very good.

IGRxB Me too. But you know what is supposed to be good is the iPad.

IGR Let’s cross the street.

IGRxB iPad?

IGR NOW.

IGRxB iPad. iPad iPad.

When I asked him if he was going to buy one in the near future, he said, “Of course,” and when I asked why, he responded, only half joking, “Because it will make me happy.” The same thing occurred when we were still together and he bought a new MacBook and displayed much more excitement over that than, well, anything else. “It’s easier to be happy about things that don’t matter,” he told me at the time, and while I certainly think that’s true, I also suspect that, for him and for pretty much everyone else, such purchases, however ironically made, exist to fill a larger issue. (Welcome to the 21st century.) (Side note: IGRxB’s reappearance in this blog does not in any way indicate that he is on his way back into plain old B status – for one thing, there are certain factors now that are preventing it, and for another, well, it just doesn’t – but it does mean that we are, at the moment at least, on speaking/possibly friend? terms.)

“I thought the MacBook was supposed to make you happy,” I deadpanned.

“Well,” he said, “it wore off.”

Now is the time, I suppose, to disclose that despite my detached and scornful attitude towards the exchange above and the principles it represents, I have a serious and real crush on a product right now. Which is to say: As of about three hours ago, I want a Wacom Tablet Ril Bad. And I am probably not going to practice delayed gratification right now. I am probably going to go to Best Buy as soon as I possibly can and test the various types out, and then I will use the Amazon gift certificate I received for Christmas towards it, and then I will have achieved nirvana.

Does this make sense? No, this does not make sense, in any way, shape, or form. Graphics tablets are for artists and graphic designers, and I am neither of those things. I know some things about Photoshop, but those things have been gleaned exclusively from Google searches, and my understanding of the basic principles is almost embarrassing; I have no idea, for instance, what the slice-y icon does, and I do not have any idea how to utilize vectors in my drawing or in my cooking or driving, for that matter. I am not a particularly good artist – I think you have to be able to draw people to qualify for that, and I often don’t have the patience or discipline to sit around and practice. I don’t know a damn thing about perspective or layout, not even what I learned in the two weeks I spent in sixth grade art class. What I mostly remember about that art class, to be quite honest, is that the teacher was old and had an earring and was fond of life studies, aka naked people, and everyone found him pretty creepy, myself included.

Also, to further the arguments against my throwing money away, I am forever dabbling in things: playing the mandolin, screenprinting, jewelry making, stationery, singing. I cannot commit. (Also, I need to save money.)

The explanation for why this is, however, is also sort of the answer to why I want this. When I was a kid, I wanted to ballet dance because I wanted to leap and spin, to fly across the stage and experience the fleeting bliss that seemed so often missing from my life. I wanted to learn gymnastics because I wanted to do cartwheels down the stairs and out the door, not to stop, not to feel pain in my knees or to hit anyone. I wanted to just go, to hit the ground running and eventually depart from it. And, for reasons that I would later recognize as the early onset of the depression and anxiety issues that would shape so much of my life, I was never able to make the connection between the desire and the action. My days in ballet were marked by me feeling (/looking) chubby in my leotard and worrying that everyone could see my underwear, trying desperately to think of things to say to the popular girls from school who peppered my classes. I did not practice at home. My mind was always scattered, always felt like a laundry basket spilling clothes that constantly needed to be caught, and I could never get it to make my toes turn out and my neck extend at the right time. Eventually, they held me back, and I quit. I never got the hang of gymnastics – I was terrified of falling and hurting myself – and, to this day, I cannot do a cartwheel, down the stairs or anywhere else.

But the urge to create, to make things, has never left me, and as I’ve grown older and better able to organize the hive cloud that is my consciousness, I’ve tried to channel it in various ways. I have the patience to practice piano now in a way I never have before. When I remember, and when I stop worrying, I sit down and I craft and listen to music. I sing with abandon when I am alone (and sometimes when I am not). I write, of course, mostly about myself, which in a way is the least risky. Part of the life and time planning I talk so much about here has to do with me trying to establish the connection, to build the bridge, between this energy that needs channeling and the channels that let me send my energy out to the world.

So something as small as a $90 tablet (or $45, depending on which one I decide on) plays into all of this. I’ve been drawing more lately because it relaxes me and because I can crumple up anything that doesn’t work, and because I have had a smallish venue for it (Lancelot Sturgeon). And I love the idea of being able to sort of take that piece of paper that I draw on and expand it – to be able to zoom in, for Christ’s sake, to paint without the hassle of mess but with more control than a mouse gives me, even if I’m not any good (and I’m not – believe me).  I can justify it if I make a point not to lose these other hobbies, so that I don’t make a habit of just picking things up and abandoning them.

These are not thoughts for this holiest of weekends,

Side note: dog is making faces at me as a distractionary tactic

but they are what I’m thinking about now – also, imagine what I can do with a tablet and Curio! Amazing! Wow, technology – and that’s that. My whole life sometimes feels like a toy chest that’s been dumped onto the ground – you can’t play with the toys if you can’t find them. I wonder, often, if things as small as a graphics tablet are ways to clean up, or if they just add to the mess. I’m leaning towards the former right now. I hope I’m right.

All this is a roundabout way of saying I’m not in line for the iPad today or tomorrow or any day in the near future, but I get it.

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You can come try out my dilettante Wacom for merely the price of a ticket to Portland. I enjoy your Sturgeon drawings–what are you coloring them with?

Comment by Brendan

Tell me more about this tablet. I’m getting into drawing but I have no idea what’s going on in the digital realm.

Is this the type of thing that can connect to any computer? Do you need special software to go along with it? What models of Wacom are you looking at specifically?

I took a quick trip to their general website but was immediately overwhelmed and came back here to ask questions.

Comment by Melissa Sunday

@Brendan: I will keep that in mind. I don’t think I can afford a ticket to Portland right now, but when the magic airline fairy pays me a visit, I’ll make it one of my options.

Also, the drawings are pen and watercolor that I scan into my computer. I probably won’t stop them – I like painting – but it’s messy.

@Melissa: honestly, Brendan probably knows more. Basically it allows you to use a pen in the same way you would use a touchpad or a mouse, which comes in handy for programs like Photoshop in which the precision desired is maybe greater than what a mouse might offer. Sort of like if paper had the capabilities of Photoshop. I’m looking at a refurbished Bamboo Fun, which runs about $45 on Amazon.

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