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Guru n8skow,
Frustration, in my Jack bird mind, can create a kind of “negative wave effect” when it’s allowed to blossom uncheck by the creative mind.
When and if it comes around, the best bet is to embrace it, re-imagine it as an interesting point of contemplation, pull in the power, and evolve.
Community has value, contemplation and exchange is always a “bring it” plus.
I have met many, many, creatives in this kinked out life I have spun, they use tools of choice, paint brushes, pencils, programs like Maya, and my contact with them all has expanded my “dream envelope”—and that is my personal intention all around, kicking it positive and robust between beers, camels, and trips to the easel.
Regarding exchanges, I read, as did many, the lines and pros pertaining to the Maya PLE, and it seems such communication contained no inquiries pertaining to the use of said program.
Why D the FH is being singled out for “schooling” seems odd, and conceptually off putting.
We are all talented and smart donkey Jacks here, this “mode” is disappointing.
So, let me ask the following:
I have a fully licensed version of Maya 8 on my big block “crash crib” tower that I would like to move over to my rock star lap top. Given this requires the migration of my license, I would ask the forum members who may have done this in the past to provide me their insights as to the best way to do such?
Thanks once again to Jason C for providing insight to the entire issues of “wire ghosts.”
In closing, minding our potency is important beyond measure, if not, “the man” in the sky (net) will sour us.
And the future of Maya users will be in retrograde and potentially look a bit as such:
Creativity is no longer a word from youth… It has soured like, and turned gray.
Few sparks, fewer flashes of importance—chasing the sparkle lizard is no longer the joy.
What is the agent of rot?
Time would be a very simple answer:
“Oh, I’m older now, life is bound to loose it’s flavor… I am like every man, I just need to eat, and watch porn.”
Porn is an important key, it’s youth and old age all at once, but needs to be studied, and understood from it’s many facets—it is a microcosm of “here,” I am sure.
Is the loss of said Jack bird sparks all because of commerce?
I do blame the dollar here, I need it for beer and smokes, but when the fridge is full and I have a Camel running rings around the table, why is the need still large?
“I’ll do that for a buck… but this other thing will cost you twenty...”
“What’s the difference?”
“I’ll find what you want for a dollar, but for twenty I’ll search for an answer.”
“Oh… That’s odd.... I’ll take the dollar version then.”
It’s all turned around now—not about finding the sparkle lizard, it’s about beating and rolling the creature into the shape of a five spot.
The truly—then again—It’s not as simple as such—It’s not Jack bird time, or money needs; it’s me.
It’s my sad waning interest in the scaled, and bright tailed nimble climber I once so loved, and wanted.
Catching is in illusion, the chase is where the sex is—good Maya is good sex.
Maya is such a creative doorway, why paint it gray?
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Durant “my receptors are filled with shavings” Hapke
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